What does in mean when your coughing bad and chest hurts

I (15 f) and my boyfriend (16 m) have a really good relationship. We talk almost every night and often call each other and FaceTime. We're always around each other and we really love each other a lot. There's nothing that he nor I wouldn't do for each other. I don't often get attention from my family or friends. Attention as in I don't often get hugs or words of affirmation or anything. My family and friends just kind of ignore me. The only person that I have that really honestly gives me any form of affection or attention at all. Is my boyfriend. One night in particular , my family had said some particularly very rude things so I went to my boyfriend for attention. My boyfriend really likes to play on his PlayStation and talk in parties with his friends while he plays video games. He often facetimes me while he does this. The kind of attention I ask for is just for him to talk to me while he's playing games and while he's in his Xbox parties or Playstation parties, I don't mind him talking to his friends. I just wish that he'd talk to me. Sometimes he gets a little carried away with his Xbox parties and playing his games and he ignores me or doesn't talk to me at all. So that particular night I asked my boyfriend for attention as in just to talk to me every once in awhile while he was playing his games. He in return made the comment "you can't always get what you want "I got really upset with this. I understand that I am not entitled to anything and that I truly can't get whatever I want. I don't expect him to give me whatever I want and I don't expect anybody to do that for me. All I asked was him to just talk to me for a little bit or maybe just every once while between games just say hey. We were in a FaceTime call and I left the call because I was very upset and honestly hurt by it. I can understand saying that sentence in another context but not in that one. I didn't think that what I was asking of him was a big enough deal for him to say something of that degree or like that. I texted him and said that I was very hurt by what he had said and our conversation and ended up getting pretty heated. Mean things were sad from both ends and I apologize for them whereas he did not. He did not apologize for saying what he said or for any name calling that had happened when the argument got heated. In the morning after I had begged him for an apology. He finally gave one. It was very pathetic and not very good. He said" it's your fault that my apology isn't very good because you are the one being rude and mean." I in turn said to him what do you mean I'm being rude and mean? I did apologize for what I had said but I never got an apology from him. I asked multiple times for an apology because the night before I had ended up crying myself to sleep because of how hurt I was that he thanks that attention is an entitlement that I can't always get. I'm not sure where I went wrong with asking him for attention or if I shouldn't have asked at all. And if that was the part where I went wrong, why did we get in the argument? Aita?

I (15 f) and my boyfriend (16 m) have a really good relationship. We talk almost every night and often call each other and FaceTime. We're always around each other and we really love each other a lot. There's nothing that he nor I wouldn't do for each other. I don't often get attention from my family or friends. Attention as in I don't often get hugs or words of affirmation or anything. My family and friends just kind of ignore me. The only person that I have that really honestly gives me any form of affection or attention at all. Is my boyfriend. One night in particular , my family had said some particularly very rude things so I went to my boyfriend for attention. My boyfriend really likes to play on his PlayStation and talk in parties with his friends while he plays video games. He often facetimes me while he does this. The kind of attention I ask for is just for him to talk to me while he's playing games and while he's in his Xbox parties or Playstation parties, I don't mind him talking to his friends. I just wish that he'd talk to me. Sometimes he gets a little carried away with his Xbox parties and playing his games and he ignores me or doesn't talk to me at all. So that particular night I asked my boyfriend for attention as in just to talk to me every once in awhile while he was playing his games. He in return made the comment "you can't always get what you want "I got really upset with this. I understand that I am not entitled to anything and that I truly can't get whatever I want. I don't expect him to give me whatever I want and I don't expect anybody to do that for me. All I asked was him to just talk to me for a little bit or maybe just every once while between games just say hey. We were in a FaceTime call and I left the call because I was very upset and honestly hurt by it. I can understand saying that sentence in another context but not in that one. I didn't think that what I was asking of him was a big enough deal for him to say something of that degree or like that. I texted him and said that I was very hurt by what he had said and our conversation and ended up getting pretty heated. Mean things were sad from both ends and I apologize for them whereas he did not. He did not apologize for saying what he said or for any name calling that had happened when the argument got heated. In the morning after I had begged him for an apology. He finally gave one. It was very pathetic and not very good. He said" it's your fault that my apology isn't very good because you are the one being rude and mean." I in turn said to him what do you mean I'm being rude and mean? I did apologize for what I had said but I never got an apology from him. I asked multiple times for an apology because the night before I had ended up crying myself to sleep because of how hurt I was that he thanks that attention is an entitlement that I can't always get. I'm not sure where I went wrong with asking him for attention or if I shouldn't have asked at all. And if that was the part where I went wrong, why did we get in the argument? Aita?

I'm mentoring a new fledgling dm and given both of us are writers we got to talking about how to create great villains, both for dnd and fiction. This is what we came up with, though always open for some more.

1. Every single bad ideal is a good or neutral ideal taken too far, to an extent. Take some commonly referenced villains: Thanos wants peace and equality and ecological protection. But his ways to do so go too far. Most historical villains wanted (or said they wanted) peace and prosperity for their people or people like them. But they did so at the expense of others. In theory too, pride and arrogance are confidence taken too far. Vengeance when seen as unjustified is justice taken too far. Etc.
   
2. You must make peoples dislike of your villain triumph over their sympathy. And the few feelings that people cannot avoid and that can be forced if need be are annoyance and righteousness becuase those are inherrently close to home. If your villain kicks a puppy or acts like a jerk people will hate them way more than if they hear they killed a ton of people (who end up as just numbers).
   
3. Your villain should not see their own flaws. Villains don't feel like villains when they are "good" or act so, or appear to try to be so - when they apologize and try to make themselves better despite their potentially heinous actions or when they bond with a hero trying to talk them down from horrible things. Be wary of "manipulations" becuase if they work on a well crafted human (or emotionally human) hero, they will work on an audience. Instead, arrogance, brazenness, etc. will make your villains actions seem more villainous. This won't stop sympathy becuase have you ever followed a story where the protagonist is the villain, does villainous things, checks all the boxes i listed, feels no regret, an yet you still cheer them on when they triumph? Usually when it's a parent protecting a child or some other action out of love. Yet, those are undeniably villains. Erase their regret and you erase some of the sympathy
   
4. If they don't have family on screen, they don't have anyone that would visibly miss them or be hurt by them being hurt, and so nothing to stop your heroes from guiltlessly beating them up. Unless their fmaily is also a villain.
   

And, if you want to redeem a villain? Ignore everything I just said!

I need help deciding if this is the right text to send to my pwBPD to save the relationship. Text is at the bottom.
Context: My pwBPD is the love of my life. We’ve been together for 6 years. The last two have been really rough.
Also, she’s married. She’s always told me they live like roommates, have no interaction except when they visit friends, are not intimate in any way and that he sort of knows, but it’s like a don’t ask don’t tell situation. We’ve always planned to move in together and have a life together.
Her husband found out a couple days ago. She broke up with me. I went over to her place to talk to her. She decided she wanted to be with me and that her husband made her send the text. They talked and are going to divorce. She said he would reconcile, but she wants to be with me. One of our issues is that she is very very avoidant and does not prioritize time with me.
We’ve been talking since and things seemed to be better. She seemed happier, more vulnerable, less avoidant. We were getting ready to plan her move in.
Last night she told me she had to cut our time short today for a work thing that she may have been able to move. I was disappointed and told her that it felt like I wasn’t a priority. I qualified it and told her it could just be my feelings, but then she started to get mean and defensive. Then I told her that hurt me, and it got worse. I asked her if she was afraid and wanted reassurance and she said ‘No’. Then got sort of mean. We ended the call and said goodnight shortly after. We had couples counseling scheduled for today. She wasn’t even that bad on the call.
Today I woke up to a text telling me she wouldn’t be able to do breakfast. I asked her if she wanted to share her feelings so I could reassure her instead of her hiding or testing.
An hour later she sent me a breakup text. Told me she was going to sell her business when she could and move to another state. She said her husband agreed to let her stay until she figures things out. Explained a bunch of things going on with her business that would mean we couldn’t spend much time. Said she was tired of hurting me. Said that it was a mistake for us to think we could move in together. Said she couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to run away when things got hard. A lot of self deprecation. She also said a lot of nice things about me. Said that she had lied to and hurt both her husband and I in different ways. She told me not to contact her or come to her house. She told our couples therapist she said that to prove it wasn’t a test.
She’s done this many times before, but this feels different because of what’s going on with her husband. We were just planning things. She seemed almost excited to move in with me.
I always try to be understanding and kind, but sometimes I slip up. It just feels like she is very sensitive right now because of everything.
This is what I want to send her:
“I love you so much. You are the most important person in the world to me, and being with you brings me so much happiness. You make my life better. I know you may doubt that, but it's true. I believe in you and in us. We both have areas to grow in, and I know we can learn to handle things better together. I have plenty I need to change too. A life with me isn’t a fantasy, it can be a reality. I know that deep down, when you're in a wise state of mind, you see that too. I know it feels impossible through everything you're feeling right now. We have been getting better and the last few days and conversations have been great. I'm sorry and I love you.
I feel horrible about how I failed to reassure and support you last night. I also feel like my response to your text this morning may have sounded mean when I meant it to sound soft and welcoming. Please call me tonight after you put Ms. ******* down. Even if you're still certain of your decision and just want me to move on, having a conversation for closure will help me do that. Even if it's the last time and all I get to do is apologize, tell you I love you on the phone one more time and say goodbye. Even if you just sit on the phone in silence while I talk. I’ll understand if you still want to end things.
This was a wake-up call for me. I need to do more to reassure you in moments when you're dealing with a lot, whether you ask for it or not. I also need to be more understanding about (her business) and the effort you’re making. I promise I will be. I know I'm still one of your top priorities, but right now (her business) will be in the way, and that's okay. Give me a chance to be better and prove I can be more supportive and understanding.
I know you feel these fears deeply and believe ending things is the only way to stop hurting me. But I want to reassure you that we can change. I believe in you and in us. Things may be hard for a bit and messy, but we will figure them out together. I'm here for you. Even if you don’t want to move in with me, or we get less time, or there are issues with your husband, it's okay. We will work them out together.
I understand you're feeling an incredible amount of fear and shame right now. I know your insides are screaming at you to run and hide, that I’ll leave you if we try to make it work, that all you will do is hurt me, and that you will never change. You are going through an incredibly tough situation trying to balance (her business), moving in, the divorce, and your relationship with your friends. I know that makes everything so much harder. I’m here for you. Last night I should have reassured you and been more understanding. I'm sorry I wasn’t. I'm going to work on being better at that from now on.
I understand you're afraid that dedicating so much time to (her business) means I’ll feel like I’m not a priority and leave. I understand why you have that impression. I want you to know I hear you about (her business) and understand we’ll get less time together because you need to attend to that. I still love you, want to be with you, and we can make it work, even if it’s only bits of time here and there. Last night I really was just communicating my own insecurity about whether you still love me and want this. I should have been more gentle, I’ll be better.
I really hope you'll give me a chance to prove to you that I can be better and we can make this work, but I understand if you can't. I know you're in a lot of pain. Either way, a call would mean everything to me.”

Early in the morning to let other birds know they survived the night.
I sing terribly off key, some songs I really feel and I think sound better, some I sing as sarcastically as possible.
Would you laugh at my constant one woman karaoke show or would you snap at me to let the professionals do the singing?
I really thought about it last night. The very first time I thought I was going to die.
Sometime in high school, when playing sports, an incident happened and had I not been wearing my safety gear I probably would have died on the field that day.
I wore a neck guard, a helmet, chest pad and more. The hard plastic ball chipped into the air off a rock with so much force it snapped my neck guard in half and it scratched my neck.
I heard the guard snap, felt the pressure on my neck and saw all white (most likely from holding my breathe), thought I was gonna meet Jesus that split second. I coughed, walked it off and had it in my bag for years as proof of how hard my teammate could crack off a shot.
The sound. I thought it broke my neck and was waiting for the pain to hit. Took me a minute to realize I wasn’t even injured.
Yoi should know I was trying to figure out my feelings on you doubling back, from “I’ll try” to “leave me alone”. That’s when I remembered how I thought for a split second I was about to be in a world of pain, then I realized I was fine.
I’m disappointed, Im a bit confused, and I wish there had been more effort to connect.
Turns out I’m still competitive in my field and did make it to a second round interview this week. And I have an interview for a part time child friendly job I’m kinda excited about on Thursday, I get to bring my girls!
I’m making a lot of changes, evolving and adapting. If you can’t see that, idk.
Did you just plan to be the rebound?
Are you just hoping for an edible arrangement thank you card from the next guy that dates me, since you did help me get to be a bit more stable than when you found me?
I mean, I guess I can do that, if that’s what you wanted to begin with.
Can’t argue with silence, so sometimes I let my strange thoughts fill in the blanks. This is the convulsion I’ve drawn, and maybe some day, you’ll get your fruit basket of appreciation for showing up a time or two when it was key. 🤷🏼‍♀️✌🏻👋🏻

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Synopsis:
Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
Chapter 245: A Clockwork Wish
The quiet streets of Hartzwiese stood in contrast to the lights of the many inns, bars and taverns.
Despite its modest size, the town boasted as many drinking establishments as there were adventurers somehow drunk enough to be booted from the guild hall. And yet for all the bright lanterns singing from the windows, they paled in comparison to the moonlight as it graced the steps before me. A white carpet ushering me towards a tavern Apple was now using as a stables, and where I could enjoy a complementary room, courtesy of the fact I now owned it.
But before I could put my day’s labours behind me, there was still an important task I had to do.
The most important.
Rewarding my loyal handmaiden, who throughout these arduous days had remained firm and true as much as the sword by my side.
Indeed, no ill deed went unpunished, and no good service went unrewarded.
Why … she even knew the same.
Stopping before a large fountain in the centre of the town square, Coppelia held her palm out towards me as she eyed the faintly glittering surface.
“Gimme change,” she said brightly.
“Change?”
“I want to toss a coin into the fountain~”
My mouth opened wide.
“E-Excuse me! I know very well you possess coins of your own! Furthermore, I’ll not give you money from our hard earned hazelnut croissant fund merely to quite literally toss it away!”
“It’s not throwing it away. It’s making a wish.”
“A wish?”
“Mmh~ drop a coin into a fountain. Get a wish. An absolute bargain. Haven’t you tried it before?”
“Coppelia, I’ve no need to drop coins into fountains. I ring a bell. That’s how my wishes come true.”
“Well, do you have the bell with you?”
I paused.
“... No.”
“There you go, then! Until you get your bell back, you’ll need to toss away coins for your wishes.”
She beamed with childish expectation, palm still outstretched, fully expecting me to humour her request.
Well, sadly for Coppelia, I was not so easily moved!
Our personal finances went into maintaining a minimal standard of living! And that meant every coin we had to spare went into purchasing premium apples and cinnamon rolls! It would be unconscionable of me to allow it to be spent so frivolously!
“Staaaaaaaaaaaare~”
I rolled my eyes.
“... Fine, one copper crown,” I said, rummaging through my bottomless pouch. “Really now, this is hardly a djinn you’re bribing. I’m surprised you wish to add to the fountain and not merely scoop up what’s there.”
“Hey! I have standards! … I don’t like copper, it’s less shiny than silver and gold and gets in the way when I rummage through my ill-gotten gains.”
I offered Coppelia a sigh along with the small coin.
She accepted it with a giggle. As she turned to the fountain, the stars twinkled from her eyes more than the surface of the clear water.
Plop.
It vanished into the depths.
A small proof of our hardship, now given to the fountain to judge and a magpie to steal come the morning.
“And what wish do you hope to acquire through a less shiny copper crown?”
Coppelia merely smiled.
No word left her lips as her turquoise eyes gazed at the fountain’s disturbed surface. She herself was motionless but for the soft wind tugging at the ends of her fluffy golden hair.
And then–she twirled on the spot.
Arms spinning around, she raised them out and stopped like a melodramatic ballerina.
“World domination! I shall subjugate all squishy life under my cute, clockwork heel!”
“Please pick a different wish,” I replied, waving her declaration away as I would a plain chouquette. “World domination has already been chosen by half the world’s rulers. There’s not enough wishes in any fountain to accommodate them all.”
“... Got it! I’ll take an apple strudel!”
“You can wish for something that isn’t already in our possession.”
“In that case, I’ll take an apple strudel from every bakery in the world!”
I nodded. Better. Especially as I was far more dependable than any wishing fountain.
Indeed, as soon as I returned to the Royal Villa, I’d order a squire to go fetch an apple strudel from every bakery in the world as part of some inane quest!
“But what about you?” she asked, never knowing the suffering and hardship her casual request had just caused somebody not me. “Don’t you have any wishes for the totally legitimate wishing fountain?”
I held a hand to my chest, scoffing with a princess’s dignity.
“Ohohoho … for the fountain? No. I’ve no need for a fountain to make my wishes come true, for I have my own strength of purpose. And that is enough to grant all I desire. The prosperity of my kingdom. The health of my family. And the loyalty of my subjects.”
Coppelia leaned towards me, her smile appraising my own.
“Reeaaaally?”
I reacted with the indignation such scepticism deserved … and also a quick glance around me as I eyed for witnesses.
“... W-Well, if I could maybe have one thing, it would be an opportunity to finish reading my current novels. I have been stuck on the same pages for far too long.”
“That really annoys you, huh?”
“I-It’s terrible, Coppelia! At this rate, I’ll need to re-read some of them … and frankly, it’s enough of a strike against my fragile heart to do so once! There is only so much research a princess can take!”
My loyal handmaiden giggled. She wouldn’t if she knew the dangers that overexposure to the world of bestselling adventure romances could cause. I’d seen noblewomen collapsing at court more often with a copy of Scandals Of The Incorrigible Viscount in hand than any knife to the back.
A moment later–
Plop.
A second copper crown was casually tossed into the fountain.
“Done~” said Coppelia with a satisfied clap. “I’ve made your wish for you!”
My mouth widened as I stared between the fresh ripples and her mischievous smile.
“E-Excuse me! Didn’t you say you had no copper crowns?”
“I only said I didn’t like them. I never said I didn’t have just the one lying around. Isn’t that great? Now it means we both get our wishes! Apple strudels and scandalous books galore!”
“C-Coppelia! That is an entirely unnecessary waste of a copper crown … and more besides, I could have wished for a dragon’s hoard!”
“I mean, you could. But if you thought people were a problem before, wait until they know you’re even richer than a normal princess. You’d have burglars breaking into your vault even while you’re still busy swimming around in the pile of gold.”
“Please. That happens regardless of whether or not a dragon’s hoard is involved. And if it ever became a true issue, well … I’d simply solve it by hiring a dragon.”
“You’d hire a dragon to guard a dragon’s hoard?”
“Why not? There’s clearly no better proven warden.”
“Yep, that’s true. They’d even guard it against you. How would you get the treasure back?”
“I wouldn’t. It’d simply exist to slowly erase the population of burglars from my kingdom. That would be its true value.”
Coppelia looked up in thought.
“Huh. That sounds suspiciously like something which could work.”
I smiled with quiet pride. But not too quiet. I had my pride, after all.
“Ohohoh … naturally, I’m not only a princess. I’m a genius … but since I’m mostly a princess, this also means ensuring my retainers are rewarded for their service, and bribed concerning any slovenly faces I may have made.”
“Now that’s the level of subtlety I like. Negative numbers.”
“Well, negative numbers is also how I value most fae trinkets. But perhaps you can find worth in it.”
Coppelia clapped her hands together and beamed.
“Ooooh~! I smell souvenirs! Did you steal toiletries on the way out of the Fae Realm?”
“I did not steal toiletries! … although if I’d seen any, I possibly may have!”
“So you stole something else? Like cutlery?”
“Coppelia! I do not steal things whenever I visit a different plane of existence!”
“Why not? Everyone else does.”
“I am not ‘everyone’. Even when abducted, I’m still required to display the regal bearing of my station, representing always my kingdom and my family … and there was no cutlery, either.”
“Wow. You must have had an awful time.”
I gave a grim nod.
No toiletries. No cutlery. Not even a branded napkin.
The next time I was indiscriminately abducted to the Fae Realm, I’d ensure I would wander lost until a stack of towels accidentally fell into my arms.
“It was dire. But while I didn’t return empty handed, it was with nothing drawn from a dragon’s hoard or edible like a mound of apple strudels. Regardless, here is a gift acquired from the Spring Queen to add to your collection of trinkets and doodads I have no wish to know about.”
Thus, I reached into my bottomless bag, sweated as I fished for a slender object, and then retrieved a small ring of jade.
Unlike the crystal ring gifted to me by the Winter Queen and now embellished by her sister, the jade ring was adorned only with a pattern of crystalline vines upon the band, lacking any jewel set upon it.
Even so, Coppelia’s eyes lit up like a twin pair of moons.
She pointed at herself.
“Wait, is that for me?”
“Indeed, it is. You may have it.”
“Eh … ehhh?! It actually looks expensive, though! I was expecting something like a postcard!”
I raised a brow.
“If you’d prefer a postcard, I’m sure I could ask for one instead.”
Coppelia appeared speechless. Something so impossible not even a fountain could grant it.
Blinking in disbelief, she reached out and accepted the ring. Without putting it on, she held it against the moonlight, studying its finish.
“Ooooh~ it’s so shiny! … Will I blow up if I wear it?”
“No.” I paused. “At least, I don’t think so.”
Coppelia stopped as the ring met her finger.
“There’s no need to fear,” I added as I took a step away. “It’s a ring gifted by the Spring Queen, and so is imbued also by her magic.”
“I’m not hearing anything which says I won’t blow up.”
“You won’t blow up. Probably. After all, this thing is still little more than a child’s trinket. It contains a single favoured plaything from her court of dreams. The very swing she sat upon during our meeting.”
“The swing?”
“The swing. I believe it functions similarly to the bed. Why not try summoning it in the same manner?”
Deciding she’d paid enough tribute to caution, Coppelia popped the ring on.
She studied herself to ensure she hadn’t melted, before raising her hand in curiosity.
“Sooooo … do I just need to say [Summon Swing] and–woooaahh!!”
Poof.
The moment the words left her lips, she was lifted from the ground as a swing of crystalline leaves and vines appeared where she stood, seating her automatically in the process. Against the dour backdrop of Hartzwiese’s decidedly human streets, it shone with as much vividness as the Spring Queen’s mirror-like wings.
Coppelia blinked, her eyes wide as she wrapped her hands around the ropes of crystallised vines.
And then–
She began to swing.
With only the rustling of her clothes and the fluttering of her hair to disturb the quiet scenery, she proceeded to test the Spring Queen’s plaything, wasting little time before she began to swing like a pendulum, backwards and forwards at greater speeds.
She did not say a word, nor voice any thoughts, and although she wore a smile upon her face, it was no different to one she regularly affixed upon herself.
A moment of doubt struck me.
“N-Naturally, it’s rather unorthodox as a gift. It is no great heirloom or weapon, and rather impractical so far as useful function is concerned. But I imagine the ring itself is worth some value. If you do not want it, I’m certain some curio collector would pay for its novelty value. Regardless, please consider it as a bonus.”
Suddenly, Coppelia leapt off the swing in mid-flight. She skipped a few steps owing to the momentum, yet still pirouetted effortlessly on one foot as she twisted around to face me.
Her widening smile was the only warning I received.
“–Hiieeee?!”
Because the next moment …
I experienced the sensation of being hoisted off my feet.
Oh no.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
Wrapping her arms around my waist, she easily lifted me up.
A feeling I’d experienced once before. And one I had not forgotten. Terror mixed with only the tiniest drop of excitement met me as I was promptly swung like an errant pillow.
“C-Coooppeeeliaaaa!! M-My priiiinnceess imaaggee!!”
With a girlish smile, Coppelia paid no heed to my meek and delicate cry as she twirled on the spot.
Around and around, my hair billowed behind me as all the town became a blur which helped to hide the many holes and cracks in the walls and windows, until somehow, the other side of my hair became known to the opposite side of my face.
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~”
Just as I felt the world beginning to take on entirely new colours, she came to a stop.
She placed me down, continuing to smile as I waved away her supporting hands. I stumbled as I chased equilibrium, all the while blowing the many strands of my dark hair away from my mouth. My fingers instinctively went into emergency combing mode.
“I-It seems … uughh … you enjoy … the gift … uuuh … I’m … I’m pleased …”
Coppelia stepped back, arms behind her back as she gave another twirl, this time mercifully without me attached. Like a maiden in a meadow, she lightly skipped around her new magically summoned fae swing, examining its fine spring motifs and crystalline details, before finally turning to me once again.
I leaned away, not least because there were now several versions of her before me.
“Thankies~” she said brightly. “I like this a lot!”
I held my tummy, making sure nothing terrible was about to happen before I replied.
“You’re … uugh … you’re welcome …”
She gave a giggle of amusement at my expense, then seated herself on her new swing once again.
For my part, I rather desperately eyed the direction of my kingdom’s latest acquisition. A tavern which possessed very helpful walls. Even if I had no intention on using the beds within them.
After all–
It wasn’t only Coppelia who had reason to smile tonight.
Indeed … I also had a new and improved bed to enjoy!
Now that my minor detour to this corner of my countryside was complete, my only remaining task was to thoroughly and objectively test the Spring Queen’s magic for myself.
Yes … it was time to indulge my face in the Winter Queen’s pillow once again! To hug a silken duvet now gifted with the scent of an eternal meadow! A moment to thoroughly reward myself as I purposefully shoved any and all dangerous thoughts of tomorrow to the wayside!
And nothing, I knew, could disturb me from my slumber!
That ominous feeling I’d forgotten something important?
Why … I barely even felt it!
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Normally (at least from what I've read) an apparently popular belief when considering this scenario is to represent the Potter family dynamic as: James/Sirius is the fun/relaxed/permissive and sometimes even irresponsible father and godfather, while Lily is represented as the strict mother who must put order
But I don't really agree with this, and I think that in reality they would BOTH be fun/relaxed parents and Harry and his siblings would be the center of their world, but they would also always be looking out for Harry's safety and well-being and therefore I don't think they would encourage him to do many reckless things, as people often seem to believe, especially talking about James and Sirius.
I believe this mainly because of Lily's letter

Dear Padfoot, Thank you, thank you, for Harry’s birthday present! It was his favorite by far. One year old and already zooming along on a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself. I’m enclosing a picture so you can see. You know it only rises about two feet o↵ the ground but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia sent me for Christmas (no complaints there). Of course James thought it was so funny, says he’s going to be a great Quidditch player, but we’ve had to pack away all the ornaments and make sure we don’t take our eyes off him when he gets going.

And the photo

At last, lying facedown on the floor, he spotted what looked like a torn piece of paper under the chest of drawers. When he pulled it out, it proved to be most of the photograph that Lily had described in her letter. A black-haired baby was zooming in and out of the picture on a tiny broom, roaring with laughter, and a pair of legs that must have belonged to James was chasing after him.

It seems like the paternal instincts of both of them came out strongly when Harry was born and that translated into loving him and protecting him to the limit (which is confirmed by their sacrifices) and that is why I think they pampered him a lot but I don't think anyone wants to talk to him about James' bully phase (because I don't know any parents who like to remember those phases of their life), they would probably tell him about the more harmless parts, like exploring the castle to create the marauder's map and escape to Hogsmeade through the secret passages, but for anyone more extreme or dangerous than that, I think they would take Sirius' attitude in canon.
I also think that they instilled in him to be a good person, that is: No racism against Muggleborns and I think in general no type of discrimination considering that James was friends with Remus and Peter. A social outcast and someone who definitely doesn't fit the standards for being popular (although perhaps they instill in him a hatred for the dark arts, blood supremacy and anyone who defends those ideas)
And I think overall he could have the best of both, I mean, James' self-confidence but without being arrogant in an unpleasant way and being more charming like Lily, also with the help of both parents being talented wizards, It is likely that his grades could be better because instead of having to do his homework secretly in the sheets at 2 in the morning at his abusive uncles' house, he could do it quietly at home and ask his parents for advice on anything he needed
Obviously, it depends on what scenario we're talking about where they survived to raise harry but in case it's one where voldemort comes back and the order of the phoenix reconvenes, and they meet Molly I'm not sure they would really get along well.
I mention this because I have seen many fans who want to portray Lily as practically a Molly 2.0, but honestly, I see Molly as a much more traditional mother while I don't see Lily that way, so I'm not sure they agree in the way children should be raised and honestly whether they get along or not I think it depends on whether Molly can moderate her opinions and not get too involved in Harry's upbringing
Lily is not a person who reacts well when she feels attacked or hurt.

…I'm sorry, Tuney, I'm sorry! Listen – ”She caught her sister's hand and held it tight, even though Petunia tried to pull it away. “Maybe once I’m there – no, listen, Tuney! Maybe once I'm there, I'll be able to go to Professor Dumbledore and persuade him to change his mind!
“I don’t – want – to – go!” said Petunia, and she dragged her hand back out of her sister's grasp of her. “You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a – a…”
Her pale eyes roved over the platform, over the cats mewling in their owners' arms, over the owls, fluttering and hooting at each other in cages, over the students, some already in their long black robes, loading trunks onto the scarlet steam engine or else greeting one another with glad cries after a summer apart.
“ – you think I want to be a – a freak?”
Lily's eyes filled with tears as Petunia succeeded in tugging her hand away from her.
“I'm not a freak,” said Lily. “That's a horrible thing to say.”
“That's where you're going,” said Petunia with relish. “A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy…weirdos, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It’s for our safety.”
Lily glanced toward her parents, who were looking around the platform with an air of wholehearted enjoyment, drinking in the scene. Then she looked back at her sister, and her voice was low and fierce.
“You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you.”
Petunia turned scarlet.

or

I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!'
Lily blinked.
'Fine,' she said coolly. 'I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.'

or when she feels that someone is trying to impose something on her

“They don't use Dark Magic, though.” She dropped her voice. ”And you're being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever’s down there – “
Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends too! “You’re not going to – I won’t let you – ”
"Let me? Let me?"
Lily's bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at eleven.

So I think if Molly goes into her controlling mode and tries to impose some kind of parenting on Harry and his potential siblings I see Lily fully capable of telling her to mind her own business (although I personally don't think it will happen, I think Molly is capable of recognizing the limits with non-orphan children or at least I hope so)

Hello, Friday night I was smoking a thc cart and a nic vape together. Took very deep pulls of both and started to cough very seriously. Laid down on my left side and after about 10min felt a stabbing sensation in my left leg. Turned over and got heavy lightheadedness and felt my heart racing really fast. Thought I was having a heart attack. Went to the hospital ecg and chest X-ray came back clear. For the next couple days I’ve been feeling that constant heart ache. It doesn’t hurt when I breathe in or anything. Went to the hospital two more times and aside from low heart rate, everything looked normal. I’ve completely quit smoking but it’s been 4 days and I don’t feel any better. Same tightness around heart and strain a bit breathing in. Has anybody had this before? How long does this feeling last? I’ve stopped smoking cold turkey for 3 days but feel the same way. Tested my vape Friday morning and it caused my chest to ache again. If anybody could let me know what this possibly could be and how to get rid of it. I’m 23yrs and have been smoking for 6 yrs.

EDIT - Im not from a law background. This probably doesn’t justify medical negligence. We’re just exploring legal options and appreciate any legal advice here. If it’s just a shit situation, then that’s ok.
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Hello! Just wondering what avenues there are as my family is really frustrated. Sorry for the long post ahead. I would really appreciate some legal advice about how to deal with this situation in the public healthcare system.
So… my uncle (58 M) has a tumour on his remaining kidney (last kidney was removed in 2020). He’s currently on a category 1 list to remove the tumour and has been for about 3 months when category 1 is usually surgery within 30 days. He’s getting regular scans and his tumour is growing quite rapidly to the point where he’s now unsure whether he’ll have a kidney after the tumour is removed (this means he’ll be on dialysis for the rest of his life).
He’s had to take his long service leave from work as he’s in so much pain and has been off work now for about 1 1/2 months. It’s become so bad that he can’t walk up stairs, he’s sleeping for about 18 hours a day and he’s just mega depressed. Doctor is aware of this.
He does have some comorbidities (pulmonary embolism, rheumatoid arthritis, liver cysts).
He was on blood thinners for his pulmonary embolism which means he needs a week notice before his surgery so that he can stop them but because of that he’s missing all of the last minute surgical slots that open up the night before. He has since stopped the blood thinners and has let his doctor know to update his notice period with the hospital but the doctor has refused because he ‘stopped the medication against medical advice’.
Obviously he’s not coping very well because he’s really sick and depressed because he’s basically dying and we just don’t know what to do.
Somethings not right here and my family are wondering if there’s anything we can do? We’re considering legal avenues and even going to the media?
Thanks for your help!
TLDR: uncle has tumour on his one remaining kidney and has not received surgery date in 3 months despite being category 1.

A few weeks ago (like I said: QUICKLY falling in love lol) I matched with this guy on a dating app. Our first date was honestly one of the best nights/days of my life. I wish I could relive it. I’d been online dating for about a month at that point and although I’d found plenty of men I clicked with, I never felt truly comfortable around any of them and was never able to have sex because I’d get too tense/dry and it hurt really bad, so much so that I thought it might have been vaginismus and seriously considered seeking medical intervention. But this guy was super patient with me and I was so attracted to him that it finally worked. It was the first time in all my life that I’ve ever actually liked having sex. And every time we’ve been together since that first date has been good. We decided to be exclusive a couple weeks in, which isn’t that long but we’d had five dates by then, and spent the night together for all but one of them. And since then we’ve always spent the night after every date. I come over to his apartment and we fall into a routine. I put my backpack on the same chair every time I arrive. We get ready for bed and wake up in the morning and it all feels very natural to me. That's how it feels being with him - natural, easy. It's hard to find someone who makes me feel at ease. I'm as happy with him as I am when I'm alone, and I really like being alone.
Yet I'd assumed from the start that this couldn’t possibly be a long-term thing. For one, he is much older than me. He’s 35, meanwhile I’m 21. He isn't preying on me. I'm an adult, I know what I'm doing. It's just that he’s a bit immature for his age (not in a bad way exactly, but let’s just say I can definitely see why he couldn’t get a woman his own age to fall for him), meanwhile I’m somewhat mature for my age. Ever since I was a teenager, I've never been able to date anyone who was less than 3-4 years older than me. So in a way we're kind of on the same level there. Even so, our relationship is still far from perfect. Like I said, he can’t get a girlfriend his own age because he still has a lot of growing up to do, as he himself would probably admit. And I don’t know if dating a 21-year-old is going to help him with that. Kind of related to the age gap: He wants kids, and I definitely do not. He probably doesn't want to put it off for much longer, meanwhile if I do eventually decide to have kids it won't be for many years. Also, he watches porn, and while there’s nothing wrong with that necessarily, I personally don’t want to date a guy who watches porn while we’re in a relationship. I know that’s kind of contentious and maybe some would call it an unrealistic standard. And to be fair, I would never demand that he quit watching porn. I just wish I could have fallen for someone who doesn’t even watch it to begin with, or who stops watching it while they’re in a relationship with me. But I know he’s not gonna do that.
In general he just gets on my nerves a lot and sometimes he says the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my life. And most of all, I don’t believe he really quite understands me. Maybe this will change over time, but I doubt it. He doesn’t make much of an effort. He doesn’t ask me many questions and doesn’t always take any interest when I try to tell him about my life and my inner world.
I believe these are all perfectly fair reasons to break up with him. Yet despite all this, and despite only having known him for a few weeks, rather than wanting to break up, I find myself falling in love with him. I feel this kind of unfolding inside my chest when I look at him. I remember things he says to me and think about them all day long. I want him so bad, I can’t even think of anyone else in a sexual way. He is literally the only person I’m physically attracted to right now. Even though I suspect he doesn’t feel the same - maybe he’s too old/experienced, or maybe he just doesn’t have that type of personality. I can see he likes me a lot, but sometimes I’ll let slip some hint of just how absolutely down bad I am, and I don’t get the sense that he feels the same, at least not yet.
Before I started falling for him, I thought I could just ride it out, have some fun, see where it goes, and not take any premature action. Given our compatibility issues, I assumed we’d just fizzle, or have an argument and decide to end it right there. And maybe that could still happen. But we’ve had plenty of disagreements and we’re still solid. I just feel good when I’m around him. I don’t like it when he’s away. And when we are together, I don’t like it when he isn’t touching me or talking to me or looking at me. There are many reasons why I shouldn’t be with him but none of these matter to me when we're together.
I just don't know what I should do. Break it off before I fall in love with him to avoid a more painful breakup somewhere down the road? Or stick with it and accept that our relationship will have all these issues? Will avoiding the potential for future pain be worth ending something that feels so right? And if I choose to stay, will being with a man who feels right be worth so much trouble?
Basically it comes down to emotions vs. reason, as it always does lol. I can plan out how I'm going to break up with him (if I decide to break up with him), but I don't know if I could bring myself to do it if I was actually in a room with him, looking at his face. I'm sure if I did, the pain would go away soon enough; our relationship was brief, I'm very young, and there are many other fish in the sea. But I'd also feel a lot of regret and I don't want that weighing on me.
Another reason to stay with him that I shouldn't be too quick to discount is something my mom said when I went to her for advice: You'll never find a man who checks off every single box. You'll never find a man who is both age-appropriate, intelligent, curious, caring, reasonably handsome, clean, sexually compatible, AND on the exact same page as me in terms of work/religion/kids/marriage/etc. And even if I were to find a man who meets these standards, there's no telling whether we'd really vibe with each other the way I vibe with my current boyfriend. Sure he only checks off 4, maybe 5 of those boxes, but the vibes are off the charts. The chemistry is perfect. Maybe I should "settle," for now, and be happy with what I have until we're forced apart by our differences, which I'm sure we eventually will be.
Idk. What are you supposed to do in these situations?

My girlfriend (32F) and I (34M) have been dating for 5 years. Early on in the relationship I was worried she was putting herself in situations that were unacceptable. I addressed this and we set boundaries about what was considered cheating and inappropriate behavior and I had thought that was the end of it and things were set in place for both of us to follow as we didn’t want to hurt each other. We’ve spent time living with each other for a while now and that has built a lot of trust in our relationship where I don't have to worry about spending time apart when necessary. For the most part I’ve felt secure and trusted her during our time living together.
Let’s jump to the issue now, she recently attended a bachelorette party of one of her close friends she’s known longer than me. The party consisted of many of these friends. They decided to travel to a coastal country in Europe. We had a brief conversation before to reestablish boundaries. Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want me doing and don’t let your friends convince you into doing something that you’ll regret.
They spent a week out there going to the beach, bars, and dinner. Contact with her was very limited, we didn’t talk that much which I get since she was basically on vacation but it was weird cause she said previous to leaving that we’ll talk every day whether that was text or phone. The first day we exchanged a few texts. Nothing much of substance. The second day we barely texted at all but we had a phone call and I could sense when she was telling me about her day that she was being really vague. I acted normal and went about my day but it made me think. This continued on till she returned.
When she got back I decided to confront her and ask her what’s going on. Initially she said nothing is going on so I pressed the issue and said that I knew. She broke down and said that she got a lap dance from a guy. When it happened she said no and didn’t want one but her friends just cheered the dancer on. She did nothing to stand firm in her decision so she got a dance. I feel like I’ve been clear on expectations with our relationship that she also said she shares so this is inappropriate in our relationship.
What bothers me about this whole situation is that we are supposed to go to their wedding and now I am unsure about attending since they seem to be actively going against our relationship instead of stepping in to help her when this happened. As for her she should have been more vocal about saying no and standing her ground. The whole thing could’ve gone differently.
Our last conversation has me questioning why she let that happen, then didn’t tell me, lied to me when I asked, and only admitted when I said I know. Did she only admit to the dance but in reality there is more to this and she regrets it? I can’t be 100% sure and what she tells me is what I have to work with. I don’t by any means want to break up but I still have an uneasy feeling. She’s proposed changes like canceling any future plans to attend any bachelorette parties with these friends, traveling less to work on us, and not attending the wedding. I don't know if I want to do this as it will cause drama among her family/friends and it will cause her and everyone in her life to resent me. I will certainly be judged as the bad guy regardless of her actions.
Either way my trust is broken. I don’t want to break up but I also feel like I can’t trust her to make the right decision and remove herself from situations like that, something she has promised to do more aggressively after our conversation. I want to work things out if this is the only thing that happened. She asked me multiple times to just give her a chance to prove she can respect this boundary and I want to. I want to believe her and make this work but I also don’t want to be some doormat that lets things like this slide. I’m conflicted about it and I don’t know what to do at this point. What should I do?

I'm 16, I have known that I was trans since I learned what being trans was, and I came out to both of my parents when I was 13, they did not take it well, told me that I was being ridiculous and that maybe they'd "consider that being true" if I didn't grow out of it.
It has been three years, and I have made some progress with both of them, my mom originally thought that getting a binder would be "mutilating myself" and told me not to tell anyone that I was having those thoughts, she now is fine with me having a binder and tape, introducing myself by my name, and being out to my friends and some people at my school.
My dad originally didn't know anything about trans people and thought that I was being "brainwashed by chemicals in the water", he's now more supportive and uses my preferred name most of the time, and instead of calling me his daughter he says "child", I think that I'm the only one he does that around though.
The main issue for me right now is that I want to start working out, both for health reasons and to pass better, but I keep having issues with the tape, and my mom told be just to stop wearing it if it's hurting me and that it's ridiculous to continue wearing something uncomfortable. Wearing something that doesn't make my chest flat is infinitely more uncomfortable, and makes me feel like I'm going to throw up every time I have to.
The most recent conversation that I had where medically transitioning was brought up was when my cis girl friend got a cosmetic surgery because her mom bullied her into it. I'm going to say it was a nose job because I don't want to put her actual surgery details on the internet, but it was similar. My mom asked why my friend was in the hospital and I explained the situation to her, and she said that it was horrible that she felt that badly about herself to want to get surgery to "fix" it, I said that I thought that it was kind of sad that her mother made her feel that way, but that she was happy with the results and that she thought the healing process was worth it.
She said that of course I would say that, because I wanted to get "cosmetic surgery" too. I said that wanting top surgery is definitely not cosmetic and that it is a different situation, and then she said that it'd be the same as if my friend had gotten a boob job. I don't know how my mom can be so unwilling to listen to my point of view and thought process as a trans person and then publicly say that she is fully supportive and post things about being fully supportive on social media.
I just feel like every part of my life is waiting until something can happen and just missing things as I watch them pass, and I think that medically transitioning, even just part of it, like if she would consider top surgery but would have me wait until I was 18 to start testosterone, or flipped, or let me legally change my name, that would at least feel like I was moving forward and making progress. I'm at the point where I don't want to accomplish anything right now because it won't feel like an accomplishment, it will just be another reminder that people see me as a girl, and I think that that's really damaging. If anyone has advice or was in a similar situation, please let me know what I should do, thank you! 👍

TW: Emotional Abuse, Abandonment, Suicide
I'm 31 and disabled. Not so much that I couldn't work, but after a life that's torn me down, and made me figure everything out from the start, I can't take care of myself at this moment. So I live with my.. mother…
Growing up she was my hero. Looking back that was mainly by default. Daddy was scary so the bar was pretty low, and she had this “bubblyness” to her that I didn't see from anyone else in my life. I eventually found it was completely inauthentic, but an abused and neglected child didn't know any better at the time.
That bubblyness was intoxicating. I could tell myself it felt like love, and I would patiently wait for the next time I got to experience it. And wait.. I did… When I was 7 years old, she abandoned us with our dad.. and never owned up to it… For a time she tried to do the every-other-weekend thing, but over a few years she had given up entirely and settled into her routine. Four or five times a year, she would pick us up, and take us to her sister's for some holiday gathering. She was already going there anyway, and it only added about another 30min each way to pick us up. So for a meer 4-5 hours a year, she never has to admit she abandoned us!!!
That's what I thought a mom was. Someone you saw on the holidays. Someone you liked not because she took an interest in my life (no one in my family did), or taught you anything (no one in my family did), or helped me with my problems (no one in my family did), but just because she pretended to be nice to me. At the time I thought Mommy was just an addition to my life. I didn't think I was paying anything for those scraps of attention. But I did, didn't I? Instead of spending the rest of my childhood looking for the love I was denied, I threw it all away thinking I had what I needed. Mommy said she loved me? That means something right? She was just too busy, always working. I can know that for certain because she told me.. right? I didn't need any more love, I just needed to wait, and one day.. Mommy will finally have time for me.. right?
This continued until I was about 20. My father conceded the house to my stepmom, and not feeling safe alone with her, I moved in with my mom. I was so excited! It wasn't as comfortable as accommodations, but I finally got my Mommy back! Right? Now she won't need time for me because I'll be right there! I can't remember how long it took to hate it there. Probably not long, but realizing it did. At first I noticed how everything sucked, and she was kind of annoying. House is a mess, we're quite poor, but despite that she refuses any significant help. I think nothing of it. I also noticed a lot of her talking AT me. I feel wrong for finding her annoying.
Eventually I get a medical condition, and afterwards I think things are different. Mommy is taking care of me and it feels like love again! And after moving in with her, this is when I made my next biggest mistake. Looking back I can see I was being infantilized. She wanted to “take care” of everything for me. She wanted to keep me fed and housed and.. drive me places. Ooh and she gives me cannabis too! What more could I ask for? I sat on my computer for a year or two straight, until I eventually messed up both of my wrists (permanently I think?). And my mental health has tanked after literally playing video games for a year straight. So now I'm extra disabled and I've never felt like more of a burden. Every day I waited for my mom to get rid of me.. but it never happened…
Things shift around a bit, but eventually something happens to establish how things are now. My brother takes his own life, and I start to make sense of things… For the months following, she's the center of everyone's attention, including mine. Everyday I try my hardest to keep her together, as do all her friends. I didn't have friends at the time, still don't. Everyday she drinks and smokes all her problems away, and leaves what's left for me to address. Then she just puts the grief away. She got all she needed, so who else would need any?
By the time that happened, I had begun to realize what was up around here. It started with hearing how she screamed at, and blamed my brother's closest friend for his passing. Something I remember her admitting proudly. She also mentioned some pretty obvious signs of depression in my brother (I wasn't around at the time), specifically so she can dismiss them as completely normal. She also mentioned how as soon as he moved into his house, he invited her and told her she could stay as long as she needed (was staying with friends at the time), and how she made sure he knew she'd be gone as soon as she could.
Then.. she finally said something about abandoning us… “You don't know how worthless he made me feel”. ‘He’ being my father. The one I was raised by for like 20 years. Since then she's periodically brought the subject back up so she can complain about how hard it was for her, and how sorry she feels for him, all while having no interest in hearing anything I have to say about any of it. Not about how being abandoned feels. Not about growing up with my father. Not about my disabilities. Not about my brother. Not about my lack of friends. Not about my dreams. Not about anything.. Just like always…
She also drove me home drunk twice during this time. I was 28 at the time so I guess I should have been able to get myself around. But like.. I was 28 and if you're too drunk to give me a ride.. I can just figure something out. The second time, the whole ride she said “I'm a good driver” over and over again, while constantly veering to the right…
Eventually things “go back to normal”. Except now I kind of hate her. She admitted to my face that she's never thought about me in any way at all. That should be enough to turn me against her. But it's not. Nothing is… I'm so much more aware of how she always gets to say what's on her mind but acts like she's doing me a favor when she never gives me space to talk. “I don't want to pry”, she says. I notice how when she has a problem, she can cry hysterically until someone takes care of it for her.. and when I have a problem, she can cry hysterically until I bottle it up for her. Everything she says is the kind of small talk she could make with anyone, trauma dumping, or just being insecure. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry, she wants everyone to know.
Her life is miserable, she's miserable, I'm miserable, my siblings have always been miserable when they were around (one of em ded). At this point it's mainly just the two of us, with a younger sibling stopping by from time to time. But no matter what, no matter how bad things get, no matter how much free time I have, she's never once accepted any substantial help, and after getting my physical disabilities, she's literally rejected every bit of help I've ever offered. “No it's too hard for you”, “No you don't want to”, “No I have to do it”. Every single time. And when I offer to not just help with a task, but to take over a responsibility (like doing the dishes) she gets literally upset with me. Like I'm just telling her she's not good enough.
The house is a mess and things keep falling apart. We've needed a new fridge for months. I mentioned looking into finding one, she tells me her friends offered to get her one for her birthday. The very next day she says she's just going to have her friend get her something small, and she'll just get a miniature fridge herself. A month later still no fridge (after months prior of no fridge). It always plays out like this. She IS NOT doing the things, and if ever pressed she'll just say she's worthless and can't do anything. She DOES NOT want help with the things, and if ever pressed she'll just say she has to do everything. But the only way the problems get resolved is by other people taking care of them for her. It's like she's just creating plausible deniability for when people eventually take care of her. Her mother spent her final 10-15 years a complete burden on the family…
I can't have any wants or needs or hopes or dreams, because my mother decided she's the only one that can provide for me (remember it's too hard for me), but she can't provide for me (remember she keeps saying she's worthless), and so if I ever want anything more than the nothing she offers me, I'm just attacking her for not being good enough. Even though I don't want her to do anything other than let me have responsibilities so I can learn responsibilities so I can eventually learn to take care of myself. Or just don't discourage me, just leave me alone lady!
Every time I want a job she has to discourage me. When I moved out for a few months she discouraged me the entire time, and when I moved back in, the first thing I heard was “I'm so glad your back, I was so lonely”. I've asked her to not buy me junk food because it's bad for my illness and I have self control problems. “If you didn't eat junk food you won't get enough to eat”, she says, never once researching my illness (Junk food is basically negative calories for me). And I'm just wrong. Always wrong. Every idea I have, every suggestion I have, every thought I have, every feeling I have is wrong.. unless it's the one she wants me to have.
The only time I get to talk is when I'm playing along with what she's talking about. If not, she'll just shut me down, or wear her disinterest on her sleeve. I almost never respond when she talks at me, but that just means she has permission to talk as much as she wants. And if I try to say something about any of this she'll just cry. The only thing I can do is avoid her, when my life completely depends on her right now. And the moment I'm in the room with her, she just dumps out the contents of her head until I hide back in my room. Luckily she's not here most of the time, but the beginning and end of every day.. I can just feel her presence through the walls.
There's not much left to say at this point. What makes things worse is I live in a town that's a logistical impossibility for me, and the only way I could better myself here, is with the help she prides herself on denying me. It feels like she wants to just trap me here. To use me as her therapist to take care of her feelings, and to tell herself she's oh so important for taking care of me, when every day my physical and mental health is worse than the last, while she thinks I can just live off scraps and stare at the wall all day every day. Like it has been every day since I've moved in with her.
She's always the victim. She's always doing as much as she can. It's always impossible for her to take care of the important things (like raising her kids) but actually that's a good thing because they can figure it out, and besides, she doesn't want to pry. Everyone makes her feel worthless by listening to her when she says not to help her or spend time with her, instead of reading her mind and figuring out what she really wants. The only consistency to her, is everything can be traced back to the ego, but always in the worst ways. Protecting the ego isn't protecting your children from their abusive father, it's acting like it never happened to she never has to feel shame. Everything that feeds her ego is bad for everyone, and I can't take it anymore…
I plan to be homeless. I need to get better to be able to take care of myself, but I need to get away from her and here before I can get better. I have nowhere else to go, no one to turn to, probably too old to be a live-in twink for some friendly pervert (transfem but I'm early in my transition so I'm still pretty boymode), although literally everyone tells me I look a lot younger…
I need to get away from her, if it's the last thing I do. Even if I don't make it, it'll be worth it. But ya know what? I'm probably a boss ass baddie and she's just threatened by me. I bet as soon as I get away from her I'm gonna start realizing my potential. Because SHE'S the one that's always been wrong.. Not me…
Thank you for your time! Feel free to respond in any way that isn't mean!

Not finished yet but nearly done just need to know if it's decent.
Spider-Man VS The Punisher
A man walking his footsteps sounds like mini explosions as a row of computers with people typing on them. The man stops upon a window looking down to a glass cage with yellow electricity emerging from it.
“He's here, he's taking us all out. We need back up. Noooo.” The man looks at one of the scientists saying “wait for him to get here.” The man cleans up his suit and tightens his tie.
“Ohhh you're getting dressed up just for me. I shoulda brought flowers.” The man looks up where he sees a man in a red and blue webbed suit. “I should have killed you years ago. Well after today you will be.” “We both know that's not going to happen Willy. I'll arrest you and you'll escape, Rinse and repeat, it's always been like that.” The man grinds his teeth and grips his hands. “Unleash him.” the scientist looks at him and then at the computer pressing a button.
“Unleash him Fisk are you cheating on me with another hero.” as he says this a bolt of lightning strikes through the glass levitating in front of him. “You must be Spiderman. I'm electro, the man that's been tasked to kill you.” Spider-Man whispers to himself. “This guy's making my spider sense go crazy. I don't think this will go well.” he coughs then says. “Shouldn't you be at the circus.” Electro looks at Fisk and says “Leave Mister Fisk now.” Fisk and the scientists walk out into an elevator. “Don't disappoint me Max.” The elevator goes up with Spider-Man and Electro looking at each other “So electricity man are we gonna start.” He looks down to his hands where they start to glow brighter with electricity shooting out. BANG electricity shoots out his hand Spider-Man just dodging it. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG Spider-Man narrowly dodges the bolts. He creates a continuous line of lightning towards Spider-Man. Cracking Peter tries to dodge it but fails on the ground Peter feels his muscles shut down. Electro walks over to him, shocking him again. “Ahhhhhhh.” He stops Spider-Man trying to crawl away BANG “AHHHHHH.” An alarm goes off as sprinklers also go off hitting Electro causing him to grunt.
Spider-Man using this crawls up a wall into a vent leaving the building Spider-Man takes off his mask feeling the rain hit his face. He hears Fisk talking to Electro below. “Is the job done.” “No, he escaped. The sprinklers set off burning my skin.” “You let him escape. I gave you one job and failed me." Electro looks at him sternly saying “Mister Fisk you gave me these powers and you want me to kill Peter I will. You know where he lives, I can go over there and kill him and his family.” “You will do no such thing. He will not try to kill us if we just go after him he won't understand.” Electro nods and walks away with an umbrella.
Spider-Man looks at his web shooters. “Great, they're gonna have to get the train. May's gonna kill me when I get back.”
Brooklyn, New York, 21:32
“PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T DO IT. I HAVE A FAMILY LOOK. PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING. WHAT DO YOU WANT MONEY, POWER.” A man shouts breaking down in fear of whoever is trying to kill him. “I want to know why you do it. Why commit crime when there's hundreds of heroes. I think I know why though. They won't kill, they won't just take the godam leap and end you scumbags. So I chose to do it myself.” The man says in a deep voice wrapping a cord around his neck. He picks him up, showing him a fifteen floor drop. “No, no, please don't do this.” He starts to cry as looks at him blankly, throwing off the building with him screaming for about three seconds till the man hears a snap. “Good Riddens.”
Queen's, New York, 9:29 pm
Walking into a house a teenager walks in “Peter where have y- My god what happened to you?” Peter looks at his aunt and says “Some people tried to rob me, it's alright May.” “Did they take anything? Did you call the police.?” “No and no May I'm fine May.” He looks at May. “I'll call the police.” “DON'T. I never saw what they really looked like, you'll just waste their time.” She looks at him saying “From now on you'll be back before it gets dark.” Peter nods “Now Peter time for your cake Happy Eighteenth Peter.” Peter looks at a cake with candles on it. He blows them out “Thanks May I'm just gonna go to my room I've had a ruff day.” May looks at him. “Are you sure you don't want some cake I've made? It's your favourite.” “I'll have some tomorrow really.” Peter walks up to his room turning on the TV playing the daily bugle. “Today Spider-Man failed to capture this so-called Lizard. I think he's just too lazy to put in any work. When the police lose a suspect their back on the streets trying to find him but Spider-Man swip swap swoops his way down and destroys peoples properties.” Peter looks at it in a rage “People would have died if i wasn't there yet I don't get thanked but hated. Why do I do this?” He looks at the picture next to his bed of him and uncle Ben. The time when he didn't worry if Aunt May would see him tomorrow. If she'll be targeted by villains. “Ben would call me stupid for doing something like this. Even more stupid I was responsible for his death. I couldn't just tell him where I was, I just had to storm out. He goes looking for me and ends up getting shot. I'm sorry Ben.”
Manhattan, New York, 06:34
“What will it be?” “Coffee, milk and two sugars.” She turns around and the man looks at his watch as he checks the time. “06:36 still have seven.” “It's ready. Have an amazing day.” he hands her a ten and leaves. He walks to an old burned building. Walking in he goes up five floors and goes towards a sniper pointing out a window. He takes a sip of his coffee checking his watch. “06:42 one minute.” A minute later a limousine drives up to a small building. A man dressed in a white and gold suit walks. “Gotcha.” BANG, a single bullet from the sniper shoots the man in the head obliterating the back of his head. He walks away with screams of people running and people shouting. “It's him, Punisher, he's here.” Pointing their pistols in the air looking where the shot came from.
Queen's, New York, 7:45 am
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE-. Bang Peter hits his alarm destroying it. “Uhh, great way to start the day.” Peter goes to the bathroom brushing his teeth. He leaves the bathroom getting changed into his new clothes then goes to check on his web shooters. “Thank god for the science lab.” Checking his costume he sees it burnt and destroyed. He messages MJ to ask her to bring his spare costume she's working on. He gets his bag and web shooters going downstairs. “Hey Aunt May I'm off to school.” “Not so fast, I've got some cake for you to take.” Petter goes up to May and takes it. “Thanks May love ya bye.” Peter walks out to the school bus.
On the bus he sits next to his girlfriend Mary Jane. “My god Pete what happened to you. Also you suits in my bag.” Peter looks at her saying “New villain in town calls himself Electro.” “You've got to stop doing this Peter really you're going to kill yourself. How many villains do you have?” Peter looks down and says “Well Theirs the lizard, Shocker, Electro, Fisk, Otto Octavius and sin eater. Don't forget about the small time.” She looks at him saying “God why do I put up with you.” “Because I'm irresistible.” She smirks.
A couple hours later Peter only had two lessons left. Peter in the back of his English class looked at his web shooters making sure they still aren't broken and that he fixed them during science. Peter looks at his phone where he sees a notification from the daily bugle saying that sandman is robbing a bank. “Can I go to the bathroom?” Peter shouts. “Sure Mister Parker uh just take the pass.” Peter takes it and leaves. He goes to the janitor's closet putting on his Spidey suit and web shooters jumping out of the window. He looks at his phone while swinging. “Sometimes I wish I had a GPS in my suit instead of needing to use Oscorpe maps.” He swings wondering why sandman is robbing a bank. “He's stupid but not this stupid to rob a bank, especially during the day.” He swings across Queensboro into Manhattan.
When he arrives the swat team surrounds the area with Captain Stacey on standby. Spider-Man drops down in front of him. “Hey.” Looking up Captain Stacey talks to Spider-Man. “Spider-Man good thing you're here we need your help. Sandman has taken over the bank and he has three hostages.” Spider-Man looks at him saying. “Guess you can say things are getting out of sand.” “Sure just when you go in don't destroy much will you.” “I won't captain you know me, just get your officer's to sand back.” Spider-Man does finger guns at Captain Stacey swinging in. “Everyone shut up. I'm gonna pay it off with this score.” Spider-Man slowly swings down “It's ironic that you're named Flint. You know because flint and steel create fire and fire turns you into glass.” “WHAT.” Spider-Man sighs as he launches a kick towards him. He kicks him with Spider-Man going straight through him as this happens he webs his feet and pulls causing him to fall. He goes to punch sandman but punches him through the glass into a police car. CRASH, the police start firing at him but they do nothing. “SPIDER-MAN GET UP.” Captain Stacey shouts at spider-man. Spider-man jumps in slingshotting himself into sandman. He goes straight through him knocking sandman back as well. “Stop this Flint, think of all the good you've done.” He jumps onto the wall looking at a fire hydrant. “Like you've no that won't cut it. Ok you haven't done anything good but that doesn't mean I have to kick your ass again.” Sandman gets up. “You think you can kick my ass again. Not happening.” Spider-Man sighs. “Ok.” Spider-Man jumps down and grabs the fire hydrant and pulls. CRACK, the fire hydrant breaks splashing water all over sandman. “I told you Flint, I always win.” Flint starts to turn into a pile of wet sand. Spider-Man webs the hydrant to stop the water then walks over to Flint. Barely able to keep your normal form. “Screw you.” Spider-Man looks over at the captain. “He's all your captain enjoy.” Spider-Man jumps onto the side of a swat van. “Where do you go when you finish?” “School, besides I'm only missing one class.” Peter says this jumping and swinging away. “About ten minutes getting there. HEY I'M SWINGING HERE. Five minutes there and ten back is enough to miss english.”
Last lesson goes pretty boring for Peter. He's thinking about the lizard and how he escaped yesterday.
Bronx, New York, 15:45
“Nah he'll be here soon. The boss says after today's shipment the police are going to leave the Bronx alone.” An unknown man, clearly a gangster in a suit, is talking to another man in a suit. “Yeah, isn't he worried, though I mean what happened yesterday? You know Freddy.” One of them says “Nah, his new guy almost killed Spider-Man yesterday. He was talking about how he was crawling to escape only got away because of the sprinklers.”
BANG, BANG, The Punisher walks into a restaurant with seven men in suits in it. “HEY WHO LET THIS GUY IN.” The Punisher grabs his M4 and start to spray into a crowd killing three of them. Two of them pull out micro uzi's shooting at him. The Punisher grabs a grenade and throws it at the bar. BANG, The grenade goes and kills the two of them. The other two put their hands up and surrendered. Frank drops his AR. BANG, BANG, He shoots them with his pistol. He walks upstairs where five line a wall of AK's. The Punisher pulls out a stun grenade throwing it at them. BANG, they all drop their guns blind and staggering The Punisher walks in picking up one of their guns firing on them all. He walks to a door with the dead piled up next to it. He kicks it open to see a man in a suit. “I wondered how long it would take for you to find me, Frank. Now I have some you want and in return you'll let me go, unde-.” BANG, “No deal.” Frank starts to pack a duffel bag with money. Once he's done he lights the office on fire and leaves.
He walks to a van getting into the driver's seat. He drives for about thirty minutes to a small house. Walking in he puts the money in the pantree where about fifteen of the same bags are. He puts on the TV playing the news and works on making bullets. “Spider-Man today was responsible for the destruction of one bank. One I go to, when i wanted to go there today I realised I COULDN'T BECAUSE SPIDER-MAN HELPED SANDMAN DESTROY IT AND WHEN THE COPS SHOWED UP HE THREW HIM UNDER AND PRETENDED TO BE THE HERO. Now why do I have to pay for it? Why doesn't he? We know who Captain America is and he destroys a bank because he's civilised and not a maniac.” Frank looks at the TV turning it off and continues working.
Manhattan, New York, 4:21
“PARKER, PARKER, these photos are blurry I'll give you fifty.” Peter looks at him “Mister Jamerson I need a hundred and twenty.” “I need better pictures.” A man walks in “We need pictures Jonah.” He looks at Peter. “Ok one twenty.” He sighs a check giving it to Peter.
Peter leaves and goes to the woman working at the desk in front. “Hey Betty.” Peter gives Betty the check to Betty who gives him the money. “Thanks.” Peter leaves the daily bugle checking phone. He sees that he's missed a call from Captain Stacey. He calls him. “ you at the station up town.” “Ok but which one?” He runs into the alley next to the bugle changing into his costume swinging away. “So which one.” “You won't miss it kid really.” The call ends. “Ok, quite weird but he didn't even say why he needed me.” It takes him about thirty seconds to realise what he's about. In the distance he sees a giant ball of electricity. “Oh no.”
“Where is it?” CRACK, BANG, Electro kills three police officers. Captain Stacey tells all the police officer's to get into the building. “YOU CAN'T HIDE.” Spider-Man swings down checking the pulse of one of the dead police officers. “no. SURRENDER NOW.” Electro flies in front of him. “Or what. At least I'll get to kill you now. Peter.” Peter feels nervous looking around and Captain Stacey shouts for him to get in. “STAY INSIDE CAPTAIN.” The captain goes to one of his men. “Is it ready?” “yeah” Electro shoots electricity at spider-man. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. Spider-Man webs a man hole throwing it at him. Electro catches it, Spider-Man using this moment slingshots himself punching Electro multiple times. “I'M DONE PLAYING. YOU KILLED COPS I'M NOT GOING EASY.” Electro smirks at Peter creating an emp knocking Peter down. Electro drops to the ground, shocking him. “AHHHHHHH. BANG, AHHHHHHHH. BANG, AHHHHHHHH.” Electro walks up to Spider-Man who is crawling away. “Poor little Peter Parker. Once I'm done with you I'll deal with the ones you love. Rest in piece Peter Parker.” Electro charges his hands then. BANG.
Manhattan, New York, 16:23
Punisher loads his sniper talking to himself. “Really, they would kill me immediately. At least I'll kill this freak.” He toggles with the scope. “SURRENDER NOW.” “He won't do that kid” he waits for a clear shot. “YOU KILLED COPS I'M NOT GOING EASY.” he waits for his moment. Bang “AHHHHHHH.” Electros hands start to charge he lifts them. “bang.” BANG. A single bullet goes through the chest of Electro. Frank picks up his sniper and walks downstairs.
Walking down he sees Electro holding his chest on the ground and Spider-Man next to him barely alive. The Punisher walks up to Electro with a knife. “No please d-dont do this.” He gets close to Electro as tries to crawl away. The Punisher grabs him and turns him around. Fear in Electros eye's “Once I'm done with you I'll deal with your loved one's.” “No please.” The Punisher stabs him in the throat, killing him. “You know kid stay away from fisk for the next couple of days you understand. Deal with that giant lizard terrorising the city. Got me Parker.” Peter just looks as he starts to lose consciousness. “Good.” Gorge Stacey and his men leave the building telling The Punisher to surrender. He walks away as no one dares goes to arrest him. Gorge gets his men to help Peter.
Manhattan, New York, 7:32 pm
“You've got to take it easy kid. The doctors said you could have died.” Peter listens to Captain Stacey saying. “I know but with this guy out there, bloods gonna spill in the streets.” The Captain sighs. “So what are you going to do.” Peter coughs “I'm going to try and find the lizard first.” “Stay safe kid.” Peter jumps of the empire state building swinging through the city calling MJ to tell May he's staying at hers tonight.
Thirty minutes Later Peter hears on the police radio that a giant lizard is destroying Oscorpe. Swinging over he feels the stitches in him starting to rip.
When he arrives he sees a fire and a chunk of the side of the building gone. He swings in where fire and dead security guards are. “W-who is he?.” He hears a continuous clicking sound. “There aren't any alien space hunters down there, ha ha.” He laughs nervously. Suddenly a human sized lizard runs towards him trying to eat him. He dodges jumping on a wall “Hey I'm from the zoo, they said a lizard needed to be put down. That doesn't make sense. I don't kill. Hey no bitey.” He sees on the lab coat he's wearing it says Dr Connors. Still dodging “Connor's wait Curt Connors how did you. AHHH.” The Lizard scratches Spider-Man across the chest leaving a claw mark. Spider-Man looks up and sees him jumping to bite him. Spider-Man cartwheels backwards into a jump webbing his head and face planting him. “If you chill out I'll give you a box of insects to eat.” The Lizard gets up. “AHHHHHHHH.” Spider-Man looks at him. “Uh I don't know what to say to that. Raw maybe." As Spider-Man gets ready to attack, the Lizard's left arm starts to turn grey. It looks at it and runs away. Spider-Man swings after him through the streets of Manhattan “YOU MIGHT UGLY BUT I'M FINE WITH IT YOU DON'T HAVE TO RUN.” As he swings the lizard throws a hotdog stand at him. He webs it to a wall and keeps swinging. “SERIOUSLY A HOTDOG STAND IF YOU DON'T STOP I'LL TURN YOU INTO A LIZARD DOG. WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY.” The lizard goes into an alley into a sewer. Spider-Man follows him slingshotting himself in shouting. “YEAAAAH.”
Inside of the sewers Peter looks around and sees only one way forwards. He crawls ol the walls seeIng the destruction Connor's did. “UH MISTER CONNOR'S, CURT, LIZARD, ANYONE. AM I JUST TALKING TO MYSELF, YES, why did I shout that.” He keeps crawling till he hears shouting. “PLEASE I DIDN'T HAVE CONTROL PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.”
Manhattan, Sewers, New York, 19:28
“Where is this freak? This vermin to society.” The Punisher walks through the sewers trying to find the rat killing innocent people. “HISSSS.” He hears a hiss and feels something watching him. “SHOW YOURSELF YOU FREAK OF NATURE.” A black figure crawls out from the shadow. “Tries to hurt me, hurt Edward. AHHHH.” He hisses and screams at him. He goes to attack him but The Punisher unloads bullets from his M4. Vermin shouts in pain “AHHHHHHHH.” Frank slowly followed him. “YOU CAN'T RUN VERMIN. I'LL KILL YOU MATTER WHAT. I'LL DO WHATEVER, YOU'RE COWARD THAT PREY ON THE WEAK.” “Vermin doesn't prey on the weak. I DON'T HAVE CONTROL, AHHHH. Vermin needs to eat, Edward needs to live.” he scurries away. After a minute of walking he arrived in a circular area where Vermin threw him in. “AHHHHH. Vermin will kill you now.” Frank picks his M4 up again, shooting him. He screams crawling up the wall. The Punisher pulls the trigger when vermin is above it and doesn't do anything. He checks the mag to see it's empty. Vermin drops down Scratching Frank across the face. He pulls out his pistol shooting him in the eye. “AHHHHHH, AHHHHH.” Frank goes up and shoots him on the head, killing him.
He hears a scream further down. Going down the tunnel he sees lab equipment and a lizard transforming into a person. “The Lizard, perfect timing.” Limping, he goes over to The Lizard waiting for him to transform. “AHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, HELP PLEASE, AHHHHHHH.” Frank just stands there till he transforms. He pulls his pistol out and points it at Connor's. “You're the lizard. What's your name? WHAT YOUR NAME?” “Connor's. Dr Curtis Connors.” Frank starts to pull the triggers. “PLEASE I DIDN'T HAVE CONTROL PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.”
Peter drops down in front of him webbing his pistol. “We don't kill people, understand.” The Punisher grits his teeth “Back off kid really.” “So you can kill him. Like you did Electro. You told me you were going against Fisk, why are you going for The Lizard.” The Punisher smirks at Peter, making nervous. “I wasn't here for him. It's just a coincidence.” Peter stands there wondering what's next. The Punisher runs towards him Peter jumps over him kicking him in the back. The Punisher hits his head knocking him to the ground Peter uses this to web him up.
“Ok we need to get outta here understand.” Connor's nods and starts to pack his stuff. “I won't kill you kid.” Peter looks at him. “Good because neither will I.” “I'm ready Spider-Man.” Curt says to Peter “Alright let's get outta here.” Peter swings Curt Connors out of the sewers
Manhattan, New York, 8:53 pm
“Ok you need a cure. Uhh, I've got it. I'll take you to the Baxter building. Reed can help you.” Connors thinks. “What if he finds me?” Peter sighs. “It's probably got more security than the raft and it's got four of the best heroes in the world in there.” Connors agrees and Peter swings him there.
When he gets there they walk in. Peter shouts. “REED YOU HERE. REED RICHARDS.” “Peter.” They turn around to see Sue. “Hey Miss Richard's I need your help.” She looks at Peter then at Connor's “What's wrong Peter are you in trouble.” Peter looks at her then Connors. “Not me. Have you ever heard of The Punisher?” She looks confused. “Uhh no why.” “He's trying to kill him. He needs a secure place to stay. And he needs a cure to stop him from turning into a lizard.” She looks. “What about you? Will he kill you?” He sighs “No he won't. He just wants to kill villains.” She looks at Connors saying “Reed is out but he'll be back soon he can make you a cure. Be safe Peter this stuff doesn't end well.” Connor's looks at Peter “Thanks Parker I would never expect you to be a superhero. Miss Richards, can you get my family?”
Peter leaves, going to the top of the Baxter building for some peace. “I'm too tired. I just want to go home but I need to find Fisk.” He checks the wound Connor's left. “I'm losing too much blood. My costume is destroyed and I helped the guy escape death. How am I going to explain this to May my wounds? I can't believe it. First day as an adult and I might not live to see the second. Uncle Ben must think I'm stupid.” He shakes his head. “I've got to go to Fisk tower and warn him.” Peter swings to Fisk tower.
Manhattan, New York, 9:01pm
Spider-Man arrives feeling light headed. He swings up to the office where Fisk and his men are sitting. He opens the door, his men immediately pointing their guns at him. “DROP YOU WEAPONS.” Fisk tells his men. Reluctantly they do Peter Limping towards him. “I need to warn you. A guy, a guy is uh is uh going to kill you.” His voice started to slur and he was barely able to keep his eyes open.” Fisk walks towards him. “You two get the medics now.” Peter falls unconscious.
Waking up Peter wonder's where he is looking around and he sees medical equipment. He gets up and walks through a pair of doors into a room full of men and Fisk working at a desk. “You're awake. You've been out for nine hours.” Peter realises that his face is exposed and Fisk notices this. “We all know who you are, Parker.” Peter walks up to him. “Why did you save me? You're goon tried to kill me yesterday.” Fisk calmly got up saying. “Yesterday you came to warn me. I knew why because of the Punisher. When you came here you were close to death. I saved you because. I need you to defeat the Punisher. I've asked every mercenary in this city and it's the same answer. No before Punisher was a myth but now after the men he's killed. The only one who can defeat him is you.” Peter looks at him. “Who's to say I'll stop him.” “Because yesterday you came here to warn me. The only one who wants me dead that can do anything is him.” Peter looks at him. “Where's my stuff.” Fisk clicks his Fingers and one of his men comes over to Peter giving him his phone, suit and web shooters. Putting them on Peter goes to the window telling Fisk. “Thanks Fisk. You really should leave the city.” Peter swings away.
Queen's New York, 6:09 pm
Peter swings through Queens arriving at his girlfriend's house. He goes to her window knocking on it. She wakes up opening it. When Peter enters he takes off his mask. “I can't do it anymore Peter last night you never showed up. I thought you were dead. This Electro almost killed you and the lizard. Peter I ju- AHH.” She screams seeing Peter's face covered in stitches. “I'm not that ugly.” Peter jokes but MJ says. “What happened yesterday.” Peter sits down “It's a long story.”
Manhattan, New York, Sewers, Time Unknown
“DOWN HERE, THERE'S A LAB.” Two police officers walk down the sewers seeing a lab. They both walk into Connor's lab looking around. “What the hey Chris, what is this place? Chris.” Click the police officer feels a gun to the back of his head. “I'm going to take your gun and handcuffs. And Chris is alright just incapacitated.” Frank takes the cop's gun and handcuffs him to a metal pole.
Leaving the sewers Frank feels the cold air on his face. Checking his watch he realises it is broken. He goes to his van and drives off to his house.
When he gets inside he goes to the kitchen checking the clock. “Wasn't down there for long.” He puts on the TV while he makes shotgun shells. “Breaking news this morning we have word that Spider-Man and the Lizard destroyed Oscorpe hours ago, fleeing in the sewers. They also found the cannibal serial killer known as Vermin dead. They say it's a man dressed in black wearing a white skull on his chest. Now I don't condone murder but I want to personally thank this heroe for dealing with someone Spider-Man probably thinks isn't worth his time.” Punisher looks at the TV and at his shotgun loading. “That's all for now J, Jonah, Jamerson signing off.”
Frank goes into his pantree grabbing a bag of cash. He looks in it seeing about hundred and fifty grand. He takes it to his van with him driving off.
Manhattan, New York, 04:41
Frank walks into a small café and enters. “Mister Castle, quite a busy night was it.” Frank walks up giving him the bag of money. “Do you have the thing?” the man clears his throat. “Yes, your coffee is ready. Hot, two sugars and no milk. That'll be one dollar fifty cents.” Frank looks at the bag and at the device he's buying. He picks it up and leaves. “Keep the change.”

Section 1

1. How do you work?
I'm still a student. I study; I don't work.
**Why do people go to work?**
Some people like to work, others want to be rich, but most people don't want to starve to death. Some are forced to work.
**Are there any parameters that determine whether you can do work or not? What are they?**
No, I need to survive school no matter what happens.
**2. How do you determine the quality of work? How do you determine the quality of a purchase?**
I could say with my grades, but I can study hard and still get a bad grade, so I will say with the amount of pages I did.
**Do you pay any attention to it?**
I pay more attention to my grades than the amount of pages I did.
**3. There is a professional next to you. How do you know they are a professional? How do you evaluate their skill?**
This person is a teacher or someone with very good grades.
**4. If you struggle to do something, how do you fix that?**
If it's important, I find a way or another to fix whatever the problem is. I can use different methods or ways to fix it. If it's not important, I won't put any energy into it.
**Do you know if your performance is better or worse than others?**
I know my weak spots and my strong ones, but I don't really pay attention to others.
**5. How do you measure the success of a job? What standard do you use?**
My grades: high grades = success, and low grades = failure.
**Do you pay attention to it?**
I want to succeed in my school year.
**When should you deviate from this standard?**
When there will be no need for good grades to pass my classes, which sadly never will happen.

Section 2

**1. What is a whole?**
Everything without the details.
**Can you identify its parts?**
Yes.
**Are the parts equivalent to the whole?**
No, by looking into one part you miss the rest and don't get to the solution which is equal to the whole.
**2. What does "logical" mean? What is your understanding?**
Something I can understand with not too much effort and that makes sense.
**Do you think that it correlates with the common view?**
Sometimes logic can correlate with the common view but sometimes not.
**How do you know you are being logical?**
When I'm doing math or when I'm thinking.
**3. What is hierarchy?**
A schema of what is prioritized.
**Give examples of hierarchies.**
The chores you will do before doing other chores.
**Do you need to follow it?**
Yes, you should always follow it because you should always do what is most important, but your hierarchies should be adaptable in every situation because in some situations other things become more important and some things less important.
**Why or why not? Explain how hierarchy is used in a system you are familiar with.**
If I prioritize the schoolwork that's not important over the schoolwork that is important, I get bad results.
**4. What is classification?**
It's the same as categorizing.
**How does classification work?**
The amount of work I have, what is more urgent, and what is harder.
**Why is it needed and where is it applied? Give examples.**
When organizing the work I need to do for school.
**5. Are your ideas consistent? How do you know they are consistent?**
It depends on how strongly I believe in the idea. If I don't believe in it, it's not consistent, but if I do, it will be consistent. I see it when comparing the ideas I believe in with those I don't.
**How do you spot inconsistency in others' ideas?**
With the amount of time it stays in their head. Some people stay with the same idea for years and others forget it the next day.
**1. Can you press people?**
I don't press people.
**What methods do you use? How does it happen?**
It doesn't happen. I use no methods.
**2. How do you get what you want? What do you do if you have to work to get what you want?**
I work the amount of work I think is worth it, not more or less.
**3. How do you deal with opposition? What methods do you use to defend your interests?**
I'm most of the time too tired to deal with it, but if I have my own interests I will try to win.
**4. When do you think it's okay to occupy someone's space?**
Whenever the person consents to it.
**Do you recognize it?**
I don't get this question. If this info is important to know, just ask me about it in the comments in a different way, please. I'd be more than happy to answer it.
**5. Do others think you are a strong-willed person? Do you think you have a strong will?**
Yes, I'm lazy but unwilling to back down on my positions. I'm truly ambitious and determined to achieve them.

Section 4

**1. How do you satisfy your physical senses? What examples can you give? What physical experiences are you drawn to?**
To satisfy my senses, I use materials, food, music, and certain styles/aesthetics. The experience goes much deeper than only my senses; it's about how my whole body feels, the hormones, and the excitement I get from it. I'm drawn to everything that will give me a enjoyable feeling or give dopamine or energy.
**2. How do you find harmony with your environment?**
I don't care about my environment.
**How do you build a harmonious environment?**
i'm not focust on building harmony outside of myself
**What happens if this harmony is disturbed?**
It rarely gets any reaction from me, but if it does, it's me being annoyed by loud sounds or being annoyed. (I can enjoy the silence and balance of harmony as much as I can be bored of it.)
**3. What does comfort mean to you? How do you create it?**
As long as I have no problems on my mind I can be comfortable in any kind of situation. Of course, it is a bonus if my senses are stimulated by pleasant things.
**4. How do you express yourself in your hobbies? How do you engage yourself with those things?**
It's not about me expressing something or myself but more about my body expressing itself. I like doing sports and when I'm doing it I let my body, impulses, and instinct take control. I also like to use my physical energy as school uses a lot of my mental energy. I'm balancing it with physical energy. I don't know how it works, balancing the waste of one energy by wasting more of another energy. I think it's weird but it makes me feel good, so I like it.
**5. Tell us how you'd design any room, house, or office.**
In a way that pleases me aesthetically and styled based on my tastes with materials that are soft but also resistant because I often break things accidentally. I also try not to fill the places too much because I like space and try to design in a way I won't have to clean it that often because I hate cleaning. If we are talking about a workspace, I will make sure it's not too aesthetically pleasing so that I can focus on work. I will make sure that the materials used make work easier. I will probably accidentally go over the budget that I have for the design of the rooms because I can have pretty expensive tastes.
**Do you do it yourself,**
Yes.
**or trust someone else to do it? Why?**
Hell no, I don't have the same style as other people and I like thinking of what I like aesthetically for me and decorating things based on my style. I know nobody will do a greater job at it than me, but I will not refuse assistance for measurement or installation, especially with measurement. I don't like to do it so I prefer other people doing it.

Section 5

**1. Is it acceptable to express emotions in public? Give examples of inappropriate expressions of emotions.**
People should be free to express emotions when or where they want without being judged and in the way they want. But they should know their limits. Not everyone is interested in their emotions and for some people, it's annoying. They shouldn't expect people to react the way they wanted; everyone is free to react the way they want too.
**2. How do you express your emotions? Can you tell how your expressions affect others in a positive or negative way?**
With the way I talk and in my jokes, with my body movement and facial expressions.
**3. Are you able to change your demeanor in order to interact with your environment in a more or less suitable way? How do you determine what is suitable?**
No, I'm too blunt and unaware of my environment.
**4. In what situations do you feel others' feelings?**
People often feel things with an intensity different from mine that I don't have. I can feel bad or happy for people but I can't feel exactly what they feel.
**Can you give examples of when you wanted to improve the mood of others?**
When my friends or family members felt sad I wanted to make them happy.
**5. How do others' emotions affect you?**
Not at all.
**How does your internal emotional state correlate or contrast with what you express?**
No idea. I don't focus that much on my internal emotions but just on those surface ones. I don't think I have emotions that go that deep.

Section 6

**1. How can you tell how much emotional space there is between yourself and others? How can you affect this space?**
I don't focus on that much. People sometimes feel closer to me than I feel to them.
**2. How do you determine how much you like or dislike someone else? How does this affect your relationships?**
I don't really determine how much I like or dislike someone. I just like them or not. I don't question my relationships with people; I just enjoy them or not.
**3. How do you move from a distant relationship to a close one? What are the distinguishing characteristics of a close relationship?**
It's the hard work and patience of the other person that really makes the relationship work.
**4. How do you know that you are a moral person?**
When my intentions are for the best (wanting to help people or do what is just).
**Where do you draw your morality from?**
Religion, family, and what I believe is right and wrong and just.
**Do you believe others should share your beliefs on what's moral? Why?**
No, but we should find a common base to have a society for everyone that is healthy to live in.
**5. Someone you care about is acting distant to you. How do you know when this attitude is a reflection of your relationship?**
I would not notice it and if I do, I will just believe that person needs more time.

Section 7

**1. How can you tell someone has the potential to be a successful person? What qualities make a successful person and why?**
I don't notice people's potential or talents.
**2. Where would you start when looking for a new hobby?**
A new sport.
**How do you find new opportunities and how do you choose which would be best?**
I don't know, probably take whatever I would want to take before me.
**3. How do you interpret the following statement: "Ideas don't need to be feasible in order to be worthwhile." Do you agree or disagree, and why?**
You can just enjoy the idea in your head without the need of it becoming real or realistic.
**4. Describe your thought process when relating the following ideas: swimming, chicken, sciences.**
Swimming: Imagine swimming in an indoor pool.
Chicken: Think of chickens in a farm with their little chicken houses where they eat and lay eggs.
Sciences: Scientists experimenting with chemical substances in a laboratory.
**Do you think that others would draw the same or different connections?**
I don't know.
**5. How would you summarize the qualities that are essential to who you are?**
The ones I have and will help me become successful.
**What kind of potential in you has yet to be actualized and why?**
I don't know yet my full potential, but I'm planning on discovering it.

Section 8

**1. How do people change?**
I don't often notice it.
**Can you describe how various events change people?**
No.
**Can others see those changes?**
I don't know.
**2. How do you feel and experience time? Can time be wasted? How?**
I don't notice time that much but as long as you made progress, I don't believe your time is wasted. In case of no progress, yes, time has been wasted but you can win it back with more progress. Sometimes rest is needed to make that extra progress.
**3. Is there anything that cannot be described with words? What is it?**
Everything that contradicts itself but somewhat still makes sense or works.
**If so, how can we understand what it is if language does not work?**
I'm sure some people understand it but I don't know how.
**4. How do you anticipate events unfolding?**
I don't.
**How can you observe such unfoldments in your environment?**
I don't observe my environment.
**5. In what situations is timing important?**
Yes, but I never have the right timing.
**How do you know the time is right to act?**
I don't know.
**How do you feel about waiting for the right moment?**
I don't like it and I often get distracted doing that. I'm too impatient and have the need for immediate gratification.

Assalamualaikum everybody,
For those of you who have been part of abusive marriages and have kids in the US...and no job currently... how do you get out?? Like what are the concrete steps?? Is there a duaa you can say for Allah to expedite your escape? I find myself even wishing the man would divorce me himself. He is scary because he refuses to talk or resolve things let alone consider divorce. He really just is not a good person at his core. No matter how much benefit of doubt I give and chances. Time and time again shows through his actions and words that he is not honest or fair. He is someone who just thinks a woman should put up with injustice and suck up her feelings. And if she says she's can't do it anymore then he calls her a quitter. Meanwhile he puts no effort to resolve things. For him it's sweep things under the rug and move on. He thinks I should just forget things and pretend everything is okay. I am a crushed person ... a shell of who I was before. Spending time with him is grueling. It's miserable. It's always fights and arguments or staying silent and not smiling to avoid anything. I'm afraid he will try to get my child away from me too. Him and his family. He is a vengeful and calculating person. He is so disrespectful and doesn't embody Islamic qualities .. I'm afraid he can't even part with me with dignity. He is very emotionally and verbally abusive. He has made me lose my good qualities and be reactively abusive. I can't keep snapping and losing it because of all I'm taking. The constant disrespect. Insults. Cursing. Gaslighting. Dismissing of my feelings and concerns. Pointedly telling me he things certain unfair things that happened to me are okay. Disrespecting my parents. He is morally weak and he doesn't even pray for all I know. I've lost my internal peace and sanity and I want to give my child a happy home. Where I am respected and myself. I can't do this. I can't have my child see such an unhappy and bitter mom and to witness disrespect and yelling and horrible fights. I need to know what are the actual steps to getting out . Talking to him is not an option. He is emotionally immature and abusive. He has literally told me to get out so many times, to die, and threatened to keep my child. He can't give me respect as a human being let alone as a wife. He doesn't care for what's good for me and no matter how many times I express how hurt and unhappy I am to him it means nothing. He just says I'm ungrateful. As if a woman should endure emotional and verbal abuse so long as a roof is over her head. I've already been with him for too long. I should've left yesterday. I want to secure a better future for myself and my child with peace of mind and mental peace and happiness. I don't know how or where to start and it's scary because he is vengeful and not a good person. I wish he was mature enough to come to an honest agreement with me and realize that this is not working and is not good for us. I wish he could in a dignified way divorce me and just work things out moving forward on how we can coparent in a way that's good for the child. But he is incapable of giving me such respect and controlling. He is not self reflective and can't even acknowledge that this marriage is highly toxic and unhealthy and I won't be able to keep him happy ever. He's not getting much out of the marriage ? He verbally abuses and emotionally abuses me all the time and disrespects me . I can't even sit in the same room with him. How can I bring myself to?? To pretend ??So I don't know what he is hanging on to. I guess for him this is what marriage should be and he is too weak to admit it's not. I need HELP. I don't want to just run to my parents and stress them out more. They already endured a lot of disrespect at his hands and are not at the age anymore to listen to my problems without it effecting their health. I could go into detail but won't because I've posted here before and people have unequivocally advised me to leave years ago. So it's not worth it. And it's embarrassing. I just now want to know CONCRETE ACTION STEPS. Maybe some of you have experience ? Some of you are lawyers ? With a child, living in the US... without a job... how can you get out when you fear the other person will make this as nasty as possible and make this hard for you. Where do you start .. what do you do... how long does it take ... I don't want to lose my child at any cost... 😞😭😭

This game haunts me, it truly does... It just does things to me that I can't explain... There have been so many times that I've seen someone say something along the lines of "X6 actually isn't too bad", or "After your first playthrough it gets fun"... AND EVERYTIME... every single time I get convinced... I think: "well maybe I will like it more..." And then I replay the game and every single time I fail to finish it... because X6 sucks... Honestly I'm not even sure how I beat it the first time, the game is dreadful... But when you first boot it up, get into that atmospheric intro stage, it really makes you think that it won't be so bad and yet it always is...
If you like X6 I respect your opinion... I would like to dissect your brain to understand it but still I will respect you. I've even seen someone say that they found X1-X5 to be really unfair and X6 was just fun and... I just can't even begin to understand that... These stages... they hurt my soul. I even tried playing the improvement patch for X6 and I still just couldn't... These stages just aren't fun. A whole stage with nothing but enemy spamming isn't fun... An ice level that completely ignores what makes an X game what it is isn't fun... Fighting the same stupid mini-boss like 6 times in one level isn't fun... A stage made up of boring, tedious crushing segments isn't fun... This game ain't fun and I really need to remind myself of that instead of constantly givving it another chance.

Hello, this is my first actual post in this subreddit and I'm not that good at writing so I would appreciate any feedback :)
Also this post is kinda long so I made the topics start with bold text so it becomes easier to navigate.
First things first: The collab idea is about the Battle Cats, However unlike what is the more possible to occur (Limbus/Project Moon stuff in Battle Cats) I had the idea of a Battle Cats in Limbus Collab, So I guess I have to also explain what the Battle Cats is to anyone here who doesn't know about it
Battle Cats Short Explanation (B.C.S.E):
If you already know about Battle Cats then I guess you can skip this part :)
The Battle Cats (I'll call it BC btw) is a Japanese Gacha game that might be one of the oldest ones around and still kicking (iirc over ten years old) the game itself is a strategy "Tower Defense" game where you need to defend your tower by spawning Cat Units from it that go from your tower to the Enemies' tower and reduce its HP to 0, note that there is only one lane, so the gameplay generally consists of: put needed Units when needed, and use the Tower's laser when needed.
The gameplay, while it starts kind of slow, gets more difficult the more you go in the game, and the grinding, while it can get tedious, is tolerable when you know what you're doing (upgrading and evolving Units is permanent, so if you upgraded something for a purpose, it will most likely be used again depending on the levels and be the reason you win said levels).
The game also has a lot of collabs with other stuff, some notable examles: Evangelion, Madoka Magica, Ranma1/2, Street Fighter, PPAP and a lot more ( link to collabs list in case you wanted to see them: Them Collabs , some of them even have good music) This is also the reason why I thought of this collab.
While it is a Gacha game, and playing it daily to get all rewards is generally advisable, the game isn't that punishing when you don't collect said rewards, considering most events are on a Cycle so you can just wait until it returns (other than collabs and anniversary events, which generally give very good rewards).
You can watch videos if you want to know more, considering this was supposed to be short.
Now onto next topic:
How does it fit in Limbus?
We still don't know the full capabilities of the mirror tech, so let's just say anything is possible for the sake of my sanity :)
Unlike anyone here's ideas for collabs (Arknights and co) Battle Cats is quite... Silly, so it would be kind of difficult to make anything for it in Limbus, HOWEVER the game, while Silly, also has one thing that can fit well in Limbus (if we exclude collabs and Gacha events):
The Cyclones.
Here is the wiki page for Them Cyclones in case you wanted to know more about them :)
While there are many other enemies and Units, I find the Cyclones' design to be perfect for a collab between Battle cats and Limbus.
The Cyclones are Bosses mainly fought in two ways: their main stage, and their Revenge stages.
The Revenge stages are harder versions that get unlocked after beating the main stage with the first having limitations and the second having different and stronger Enemies to support the Cyclones.
Now before introducing the Cyclones and how they would work here in Limbus:
How would the stages be integrated to the game?
The stages would have two difficulties, similarly to most events, so in total it would have 22 stages ( two for each Cyclone), The difficulties would be Normal; the normal battle, gives an E.G.O after it is won, E.G.O grade is different depending on the Cyclone's "Fighting stage" (aka when it is advised to fight the Cyclones, TETH for Early, HE for Mid-Game and WAW for Late-Game Cyclones) E.G.O Drop rate isn't 100% however, it starts lower, let's say 25%, You can increase the chance to get the E.G.O by either replaying the Normal stage of the Cyclone, or beating the Revenge stage to instantly get the E.G.O (so 25% for Normal first victory, increases by 20% for every Normal victory on the same level, and 100% on Revenge stages if you don't want to grind the Normal ones).
The E.G.Os' skills would all have the same name; "Eye Of The Storm", and their passives would have the names of the stages (for example; Crimson Catastrophe for the Red Cyclone, I'm sure there are better ideas out there though).
I'm bad at drawing so I can't give artistic representations for the E.G.Os, but I feel like they would look cool if they had the Eye in the middle of their body in the awakening skills but the Eye becomes in the middle of their head in the Corrosion skills, again if you have better ideas comment them or draw them I'd love to see them :)
Also yes that would mean only 11 sinners out of 12 get the E.G.Os and honestly I don't know a good way to fix this problem, if you have an idea please comment it, maybe a single E.G.O Gacha event or something like that?
And now, finally, onto the most tiring of the topics (I don't post a lot, I mainly comment):
The Cyclones, Their Boss Fights, And Obtainable E.G.Os:
I will provide an Image of the Cyclones as I talk about them so you get an image of how they look :)
1. The Red Cyclone (Early):
Yes the Red enemies in BC are kinda orange sometimes
The first Cyclone, its mechanics consist of Bleed and increasing abilities/damage/coins depending on said Bleed, it doesn't really have much to it in BC other than its Damage, so I gave it Bleed because haha Red.
The one to get the E.G.O is Ryoshu, mainly because the Cyclone is known for its high damage, and Ryoshu is also known for her highly damaging attacks, similarly to the Cyclone the E.G.O would have a Bleed kit.
2. The White Cyclone (Early):
Every BC veteran knows this bozo is floating
The Second Cyclone (at least in the wiki), its mechanics consist of good clashing and buffing itself depending on the skill used, it also doesn't have much going for it in BC, but from my experience with it, it got some good pushing power, mainly due to it only having one trait (Floating) and being quite early in the game so you don't have many things good against it, the buffing comes from it having annoying support in BC.
The one to get the E.G.O here is Yi sang, mainly because he reminds me of this Cyclone, yeah that's it, his kit would be good clashing power and buffs to allies and himself.
3. The Black Cyclone (Early):
This and the Red one were the easiest imo
The Third Cyclone, its mechanics consist of Bind and Tremor, the Bind is because it has the ability to Knock Back your Units in BC with a 20% chance so it effectively makes them slower, though it wouldn't be that big, and I feel like Tremor fits it for some reason.
The one to get its E.G.O is Sinclair, Maybe because he sometimes feels he's a burden on the gang (or used to feel, he gettin better, mama Ryoshu is teaching him well) so he "Knocks them Back", his kit is, just like the Cyclone, is Bind and Tremor.
4. The Metal Cyclone (Mid-Game):
Finally, the interesting ones start
The Fourth Cyclone, its Mechanics would be kinda hellish and PTSD inducing to RR2 veterans, you see, in BC metal enemies only get 1 damage, unless it's a critical attack, in which case the metal entity receives 100% of the attack (including the critical modifier), so this boss in Limbus would have high resistance to all types of attacks, other than Critical attacks, which it would be fatal to, and to make it more possible to win the fight with any team the boss would have a passive that gives 1 poise count for every clash win and 1 potency for every non-Critical attack the sinner lands on it, it would be a chore but very possible, also the boss also gains 1 poise count for every clash it wins and 1 potency for every attack it lands, also it gains poise count and potency from its skills.
If you don't have any poise IDs then you can use a support ID to get the job done, again the attacks become FATAL to it on Crits, so even one ID that can constantly Crit is fine.
Of course, Meursault gets the metal E.G.O, its kit is basically gives him high aggro, 10 protections, and some poise, however it has downsides, mainly that it slows him down a lot and, just like the boss, his passive makes Critical attacks Fatal against him.
5. The Divine Cyclone (Mid-Game):
Sanzo carry :)
The Fifth Cyclone, its mechanics would be similar to The White Cyclone (above-average clashing power and small buffs), but also has a multitude of Debuffs it inflicts on the sinners, specially attack and defense Debuffs.
Don gets its E.G.O, mainly because Angels are supposed to be good and all that, also kinda yellow, its kit would be Decent clashing, Sanity gain, attack and defense Debuffs.
6. The Cosmic Cyclone (Mid-Game):
Yes, Alien is a trait in BC, cool design though
The Sixth Cyclone, its mechanics consist of generally higher speed than other Cyclones (it has higher reach in BC so Higher speed in Limbus allows it to hit sinners more freely) and a permanent buff it gains after a percentage of HP is lost.
Hong Lu gets its E.G.O, mainly because he is "alien" to our group in the way of him originating from a rich family (actual family not adopted) so he kinda says things our sinners don't really understand, his kit is gaining Haste and dealing very high damage, deals even more damage if he lost a percentage of HP.
7. The Perfect Cyclone (Mid-Game):
Yes I also thought that a \"perfect\" Cyclone would be a fusion of the others, maybe later
The Seventh Cyclone, its Mechanics would be having Unclashable skills (mainly because it has really high range, but a blindspot that can be used to attack it) that deal generally low damage but can be devastating if left unchecked, its clashable skills deal higher damage and can bind Units though.
Of course, Faust gets its E.G.O because of how she can think of herself (or the Faust network) to be perfect, the Awakening skill has high coin power and can bind, the Corrosion skill on the other hand, is Unclashable but can inflict paralyze this and next turn, while also dealing high damage.
8. Zyclone (Late Mid-Game, so it can be a WAW):
Probably my favorite design, the moving eye I guess
The Eighth Cyclone, his mechanics would consist of simply Rupture, and always reviving when dying.
Explanation: in BC most Zombie enemies have the ability to revive, this guy is one of the few that can infinitely revive, unless you use a Unit with Zombie Killer which would not allow it to revive, note that Zombies become in a Corpse state after dying which in BC can not be normally hit unless with another special ability (you can visit the wiki for more info).
The reviving in Limbus would be similar, but after dying, it becomes a corpse that you need to kill in the same turn (turn after first killing him) and after a turn, if the corpse was not destroyed it revives, basically a DPS check, but the corpse's HP would be set to only 500, and it would be Weak to all attack types (Slash, Pierce and Blunt) so having at least 5 of your sinners hit it with a skill2 or an E.G.O that can deal 100 damage (which is common) is enough, and even then, unlike in BC where it revives with 100% HP after a while from becoming a corpse, it only revives with 40% HP here to minimize the suffering and each revive reduces it by 10% until it starts reviving with only 1% HP, in which case you can probably kill him by breathing in his general direction.
The one to get his E.G.O is Heathcliff, mainly because purple, and Zombies in BC have a thing with returning (Burrowing under ground and returning up after moving a while, and returning from the dead) and Heath also has a thing with returning (returning to Cathy, and now returning Cathy) its kit would be Rupture support and the passive would be related to reviving, basically making Heath staggered and gain 50 HP when he gets hit with a killing blow, Enemies would still murder him if they deal about 50 damage to him here though.
Also while this guy doesn't burrow in BC, it would be cool if he did here, because he isn't limited to the game's rules in Limbus.
9. Super Cosmic Cyclone (Late-Game):
Quite the difficult fella if you're not ready
The Ninth Cyclone, its mechanics would consist of heavy Rupture and some Sinking, also gives itself Charge, with his special ability being that it immobilizes targets (yes, immobilize usage) that it hits, but it does not hit immobilized targets, and if every Sinner is immobilized it does a very strong AoE attack, this here is to mimic its ability from BC, which is warp, basically teleporting the Unit away (it won't attack, but also not be attacked until it teleports back to the field).
The sinner to get its E.G.O is Gregor, because he feels he is even more "Alien" than any one around him, barely thinking of himself as even human so I think the "Super Alien" fits him, its kit would be Charge, heavy Rupture applying, and some Sinking support, his Corrosion skill allows him to immobilize the targets he hits, but also staggers him next turn, making him useless for a turn.
10. Relic (Primeval) Cyclone (Late-Game):
You can probably guess the sinner just by its name :)
The Tenth Cyclone, its mechanics would be a special debuff only it (and its E.G.O) can inflict, Curse (or Relic Curse if there is already a debuff here called curse, I forget), similarly to BC, it would basically make the affected Entity unable to inflict any effect, mostly debuffs like Burn, Rupture, Tremor etc. also it would get a permanent buff after missing a percentage of HP.
The Curse can last for multiple turns depending on the count, and the Boss would have attacks that deal 0 damage but inflict Curse on targets.
The one to get its E.G.O is, of course, Outis, Because old, also because I feel like it fits, her earrings maybe? she just has its menacing aura I guess, its kit would be Curse, which works similarly to the Boss' Curse, Also dealing more damage based on missing HP.
11. Aku Cyclone (Late-Game):
Aku means Demon btw
The (Currently) Eleventh and Final Cyclone, its mechanics would consist of heavy Sinking application, and a special Shield that regenerates every amount of HP lost, the Shield HP would be its current HP to minimize the suffering that exists for it in BC (its Shield HP is always its max HP iirc), it would also have a check were, when passed can instantly break the Shield, simplifying the Boss.
The one to get its E.G.O is Ishmael, mainly because of her "Great Evil" stuff (its stage's name is "The Great Diablo" meaning the great demon, and demon can = evil I guess), its kit would be Sinking and giving Ishmael and some other allies a shield.
Final Words and Notes :
If you're reading this, thanks for reading this long post, I apologize for its large size but I had this Idea bottled in my cranium for a while now and the things to talk about just kept increasing.
If you have any feedback please comment it, I enjoy reading comments and if you have your own ideas, also comment them, I'd like to know what you think.
Some notes:

• The Bosses' difficulty will increase the higher you go in their number, so the Red Cyclone is the easiest while the Aku Cyclone is the hardest.
  
• As you may have noticed, Rodya didn't get an E.G.O, I'm unsure what to give her, maybe she gets an ID based on a Unit in BC or a Cyclone?
  
• The reason why I haven't mentioned specific stats is because this post is long enough, and I'm bad at math.
  
• The bosses would have a mix of Blunt and Slash attacks, with some have a few Pierce attacks (Like Zyclone).
  
• The bosses will have different attack patterns than in BC, for example Zyclone will burrow and stab the sinners from underground, Primeval Cyclone will shoot a wide wave that inflicts Curse with its eye, Aku Cyclone will cause Surges (type of attack in BC, see Here) to appear etc.
  

Apologies if the formatting is weird or bad, this is my first actual Text post in Reddit, I mostly just comment, also I'm thinking of making a post about how the sinners would translate into BC as Units but currently I have exams coming in the next weeks so at a later time hopefully.
:)

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When the sun had finally fully set, Pale put her plan into motion. She took one last glance out at the checkpoint ahead of them, then turned to Kayla.
"Lie down on the ground and cover your ears."
"What?" Kayla asked. "What does that mean? What are you planning to do?"
"You'll see. Just do it."
Kayla pursed her lips, but didn't argue, instead following Pale's directions to the letter. Once she was situated, Pale turned her attention back to the checkpoint. She'd done some thinking about this, and ultimately decided that the most efficient and least destructive way to get through would be to sacrifice a pod. This was a bit of a problem, as she only had a few pods to begin with, but it was better than using heavy ordinance in order to punch a hole clean through.
"You ready?" Pale asked.
"What?" Kayla said, looking to her in confusion with her hands still clamped over her ears. "What'd you just say?"
Pale took that as her cue to act. She snapped her fingers, and a few seconds later, a flaming piece of metal came hurtling down from the sky, embedding itself directly in the center of the berserkers' checkpoint. From inside, she heard panicked shouts escape from the occupants, as well as a few pained moans; clearly, the impact had incapacitated a few of them.
Then the pod exploded.
The log walls to the checkpoint buckled under the shockwave, rolling across the ground before coming to a rest a short ways away. Through the ringing in her ears, Pale heard the men from inside the fort screaming in terror and agony. Several spells were being launched blindly in the night, their casters unable to hit anything thanks to being disoriented from the blast and blinded from the resulting cloud of smoke and dust.
Pale grabbed Kayla and thrust her to her feet, then charged in towards the camp, shotgun in hand. The smoke had begun to clear just as she got there, revealing the full extent of the destruction. Mutilated bodies lay littered across the field, scattered around a large crater dug deeply into the center of the area. From the looks of things, most of the bandits had been killed outright by either the impact of the pod or the explosion, and the few survivors had been completely deafened by it and were riddled with injuries. Many of them looked like they could barely stand, and several were only being kept alive thanks to that same red magical aura from earlier.
Pale didn't waste any time. She shouldered her weapon, then took aim at the nearest bandit and fired, reducing his head to little more than a fine pink mist. Pumping her shotgun, she transitioned to her next target, putting him down just as easily. Next to her, Kayla opened up with some of her lightning, sending streaks of it arcing through the night and towards the nearest survivor.
That seemed to be too much for the few who were still left. Rather than stand and fight, they turned and tried to run away, sprinting off into the night. Kayla immediately stopped engaging; Pale, meanwhile, took aim and continued to fire until her weapon ran dry, riddling each fleeing man with a shell full of buckshot straight to the back.
And just like that, it was over. A heavy silence fell over the camp, the only noise that interrupted it being the nearby waves lapping at the shore. Pale began to thumb loose shells into her weapon, then motioned for Kayla to follow after her.
"Come on," she urged. "I think I see some boats over on the shoreline."
Kayla tore her gaze away from the carnage around them, looking back to her. Pale half-expected her to say something about how she'd just shot fleeing men, but Kayla stayed silent, instead simply nodding, stone-faced. Together, they made their way over to the shore, and sure enough, there were several boats lined up on the sand.
"Do you know how to work one of these things?" Kayla asked. "I've never been on one before…"
"We'll figure it out," Pale said. "Take that small one, it looks like it has room for three people."
Kayla looked at her, surprised. "Only three? What about the others?"
"If there are any others, they'll have to fend for themselves."
"We can't just leave freed slaves there!"
"And we won't," Pale assured her. "Slavery is a taboo even among my creators, and they made sure to pass their hatred of it on to me as well, but our first priority is getting your father back safely. Once we've done that, we can start going back for others. And as much as a large boat would help us with that right now, it's simply not feasible with just the two of us here to operate it. Understand?"
Reluctantly, Kayla nodded. "...I suppose so. Alright, let's go get him."
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As it turned out, the northern isles weren't too far from their current location – as dawn broke, Pale realized they were actually visible in the distance through the steady morning mist that had descended upon their boat.
Unfortunately, the boat they'd commandeered was little more than a small sailboat with some oars attached in case the wind was unfavorable, which it had been since they'd first stepped into the water. For the past few hours, her and Kayla had been forced to row, even through the night. Only now, as the sun began to rise, did the wind shift and start to blow from behind them, allowing them both to rest for a time.
It was still going despite that, however. Logic dictated that they ought to have taken turns sleeping or otherwise resting up during this time, but somehow, Pale couldn't bring herself to do it, and neither could Kayla.
"Nervous?" Kayla asked.
Pale shrugged. "Eager, more like. This entire quest has taken the better part of a week, by my estimation. In that time, I have killed several people, nearly been killed myself multiple times, and have apparently been inducted into someone's family, whatever that means. Frankly, I am ready for this to be over so I can resume finding a way back to my home system."
Kayla hesitated for a moment. "About that… what made you think I was able to assist in the first place? I-I mean… not that I'm ungrateful for your help or anything, quite the opposite, but… I'm so… normal. I don't know anything about space travel, and hells, I barely know anything about the world outside my small little village. And yet, you seemed to think I was capable of helping you when we first met. Why was that?"
Pale shrugged. "I ascertained that this was uncharted territory for anyone from my system pretty much the moment I arrived here. From that point on, I knew I was going to need someone who could not only lead me around, but that I could learn the language from and trust to watch my back. Serendipity did the rest."
"Ah… what does that-"
"It means you were in the right place at the right time for both of us," Pale specified. "You need help, I needed help, and now we're helping each other."
"And… you don't regret doing this?"
Pale shook her head. "I have no reason to regret anything so far. This quest has only taken about a week, which is nothing for me in the grand scheme of things. Plus, you have been very reliable so far, particularly in combat. You have kept your cool in a way that suggests some kind of training."
"Oh… um, I'm not really trained." Kayla brought a hand up to rub at the back of her head. "I-I mean… I'm my father's apprentice, of course, but I don't have any kind of combat training. All the offensive spells I know, I only know because he insisted that a young woman like me should know how to defend herself if she's going to be heading off on her own."
That got Pale's attention. She sat up a bit straighter in the boat, focusing on Kayla. "You were planning to go your own way?"
"Mhm," Kayla confirmed with a nod. "There's a very prestigious magic academy down south, I was hoping to take their entrance exam sometime soon, before… well, all this happened. I don't really know what I would do after that – being a fire mage restricts me in a lot of ways; I'd basically be forced into a combat role for something, whether that was as a professional soldier or as a bodyguard or something along those lines – but all I know is I really want to study magic more in-depth. My father is an excellent teacher, but he doesn't have the same resources the Luminarium does."
"There's something I've been wondering," Pale admitted. "No offense, but you're… meek, to say the least. You don't like to fight or hurt people, and yet you use fire magic. Why is that? Did something make you pick it in particular?"
"Pick?" Kayla asked, tilting her head. "I didn't pick my affinity. Very few people can. Really, your affinity is determined when you unlock your sjel – and before you ask, generally speaking, that happens when you come of age, which for most people is around fifteen years old, maybe a bit younger or older depending on who they are. To put it briefly, when your sjel is unlocked, an Archmage – basically a very accomplished caster who has dedicated their life to the study of magic – can serve as a witness, and somehow determine the type of magic you will have an affinity with. Generally, it's not something you choose; the vast majority of people just are naturally more tuned to one type of magic. Nobody knows why, but that's just how it's always been. Occasionally, you get someone who has multiple affinities, but that kind of thing is very rare. Come to think of it, it really only ever happens with the royal families…"
Pale scowled at the implications of that, but said nothing. Instead, she watched as Kayla shook her head.
"Anyway, that was my plan for after we rescue my father," she said. "What about you? How were you hoping to get back to your people?"
"Truthfully, I do not know," Pale replied. "The technology of this world is far too primitive to be of any help to me. I was hoping a magical solution existed somehow, but if not, then I will have to take matters into my own hands, and essentially kickstart my own industrial revolution."
Kayla gave her a panicked expression, but Pale held up a hand, calming her.
"It's different than an actual, violent revolution," she assured Kayla. "Ideally, there would be no bloodshed involved."
"Ideally…? What would you be doing?"
"Using the knowledge gifted to me by my creators to rapidly improve the technology of this world to the point where it would actually be useful to me," Pale specified. "I would go more into detail, but that would likely be premature. All you need to know at this point is that, should no other solution present itself, I will begin pushing the technology of this world forward at an incredibly rapid pace."
"How rapid?"
Pale thought for a moment. "By my estimations? Basic space flight within twenty-five years, off-world colonies and terraforming within forty, faster-than-light travel within fifty."
Kayla began to sputter. "Y-you…! Are you serious?!"
"Deathly so, yes. I know exactly what is needed in order to get there, the problem is obtaining and refining the materials for it all. But give me time, and I can have you all looking at colonizing other planets within four decades." Pale suddenly peered behind Kayla, a deep scowl crossing her face. "But this conversation will have to wait, I'm afraid."
Kayla went deathly white. Slowly, she turned to look behind herself, and began to tremble when she saw land fast approaching.
"We're here," was all Pale had to say.

Special thanks to my good friend and co-writer, Ickbard for the help with writing this story.

Hello Hello my buds, bobs and babes. We are back at it again with the end of Human Trauma book two. In this one Martinez gets grilled by Ivorn of all people. and when the calm caring man decides you messed up enough that he is yelling at you. lord you must have messed up.
Let's get this bread.
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Snow drifted lazily around Martinez, the first snowfall this year in Draun. Celna had been under snowpack for weeks, but in this massive city, this was untimely late. Each fresh flake glowed like embers in the evening light, burning just like the Human's ragged breath.
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Martinez barked at a group of aliens, ordering them to make a hole or get barreled through.
This group took the warning of the two-meter-tall man to hearty and skittered away like rats, allowing him to pass.
Those were the smart ones; not all had that many survival instincts. Martinez had crashed through a group of Ruqaura, their flabby builds jiggling as they fell to the duracreet and cursed his existence.
Fuck them; they did not matter, nor did the abject panic Martinez was stirring up in his wake. The Human certainly was causing a scene in the otherwise serene city. Whether the aliens thought he was being chased, was a crazy nutter on the loose, or that he was a deranged rapist, he did not care.
They could think he was a serial killer or a terrorist for all he cared. All Martinez cared about was reaching Shiksie and ensuring she had not done the unthinkable.
By the time Martinez had reached Shiksies posh neighborhood, sweat was flooding off his brow; on her front lawn, he nearly collapsed from vomiting, having just run the fastest he had done in years. Fuck even Raliegh could not hold a candle to the show of speed and athletics Martinez had demonstrated, and that man ran ultra marathons.
Through blurry vision, Martinez looked up at Shiksie’s house. It was as spartan as the last time he was here. The house showed off the owner's simple, straightforward personality, a bold defiance of the bright pastels and gaudily decorated homes of her neighbors.
At least the house had not changed.
Pounding on the door with hammer-like fists, Martinez roared into the gloom. “Shiksie, are you there?”
The milliseconds dragged out into hours; each breath dagged into eternity. With each passing eon, Martinez repeated the process with more desperation, beating the door as if it owed him money.
Each repetition drew on more of the same. A silence so deafening it crushed Martinez’s soul like an ant.
“Please, if you are in there, answer the door,” Martinez barked, punching the door hard enough that his knuckles bled. “I need to know you are alive.”
With no answer coming from inside, Martinez changed tactics. Between savage attacks on the door, he sent texts to everyone both he and Shiksie knew, trying to get any sitrep on her.
No one had any answers for him. They did not know if Shiksie was alright, nor had they seen her in well over a week. That only compounded his worry. Did they not care about her?
` Therein—Nothing, he did not even want to talk to anyone.
Sursee—Nothing other than word that she did not know.
Harsnis, of all people, also had no answers, and that man kept tight tabs on his workers.
What in God's name was going on?
The only one who gave Martinez more than sorrowful nothingness was Ivorn.
Ivorn: Come over to my place; we need to talk.
Considering that beating Shiksies' door was getting him nowhere, and Martinez was not about to break in, he hurried out of Shiksies' neighborhood, destined for Ivorn and Sursees' place in old town.
Martinez glanced over his shoulder, hoping to see Shiksie at her door, but no. All he saw were the neighbors peering from behind curtains at him. He ignored them.
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“Henry, it’s great to see you,” Sursee purred after opening the door to her and Ivorns' place.
Sursee was a Prinoral, a small feline-like species that was sociable beyond belief. Like many of her species, Sursee stood only as tall as Martinez’s chest and had traits that made her as cute as a button.
Sursee wore a long, draping dress held loosely around her dainty form. Its bright white color made her golden fur and amber hair stand out boldly. Her radar dish-like cat ears and long flicking tail made her the picturesque housecat-like woman.
“Please, come on in,” Sursee said, stepping abreast of the door and bidding his entry.
“Thanks, Sursee,” Martinez replied, entering and taking stock of their home, having never been here before.
Their apartment was quaint and comforting. Most surfaces and furnishings were colors like autumn, oranges, yellows, and browns, giving the space an overwhelmingly comfortable vibe. That matched with what smelled like freshly baked pumpkin pie, making the entire local breathtaking.
A menagerie of plushies was staged on shelves across the astel, adding splashes of vibrant summer to the otherwise warm home.
Martinez had no doubt the plushies were Sursee’s. She was a little ball of sunshine, and they fit her personality and aesthetic to a T.
“So, Henry, can I get a hug?” Sursee asked, her tail swaying happily behind her while she smiled as bright as sunlight.
“Not now. Where is Ivorn,” Martinez replied instantly.
Sursee pouted, her ears folding flat and tail tucking away. Any semblance of joy that overflowed from her died instantly.
Martinez appreciated that Sursee was listening to Ivorn's advice and not latching onto him like a heat leech, asking first. But he had not registered the sorrow in her—-this was the only time she had been told no to a hung from him. She expected it at this point, even if she was being polite.
“Ive is in his office,” Sursee said, pointing down the hallway.
Before Sursee registered that Martinez had moved, she turned around and picked up a plate of steaming cookies off the coffee table, hoping to help Maetinez feel better. While she did not know the man intimately, she was flawless at gauging emotions, and Martinez oozed sorrow.
“Would you want some—” Sursee trailed off, realizing the Human had already left her alone in the living room.
If pouting harder could be done, she did so. His leaving her like that felt like ice to the soul. She baked the cookies for him once Ivorn had told her Martinez was coming over. But the Human did not care about that or Sursee’s feelings.
Opening the indicated door, Martinez found Ivorn lounging behind a desk, reading a book with a massive smile across his face.
“What do we need to talk about?” Martinez asked.
Ivorn jumped at the intrusion and squirreled the book away. Not having expected Martinez for several hours. “Do you not know how to knock?”
“Where is she?” Martinez asked, ignoring everything but Shiksie.
Ivorn sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Not even a hello, huh? I get it.” Ivorn said. “Sit,” he finished by gesturing at a seat across from him.
Martinez was about to argue and tell Ivorn to get to the point, but the alien man could read him like a book and beat him to the punch.
“I get you are likely upset, but can I please explain,” Ivorn insisted.
“Fine,” Martinez grumbled and sat down, knowing this was the only way he would get any answers.
Over the next few minutes, Ivorn calmly explained what had happened with Shiksie after he head left. According to Ivorn, once Martinez had left Shiksie in her house, she drank; drank to the point it was nearly lethal.
By the time Ivorn had arrived, she was three beers deep and was about to have liver failure. If not for Martinez telling Ivorn she would have died. Following that, Shiksie spent several days in the ICU, needing it to not die.
After Shiksie was out of the ICU, she vanished, never showing up to work again. The director also told Ivorn not to mention anything that happened between Martinez and Shiksie to anyone, along with instructions to funnel the human to the Director once he returned.
“So you don’t know where she is?” Martinez said.
“No, I don’t,” Ivorn admitted.
“Then why the fuck am I here? I need to find her,” Martinez replied, standing up and heading toward the door.
“No, you are not,” Ivorn barked, stopping Martinez. “The director made it clear. The only reason you were not fired, and she was not in jail, was because Shiksie left.”
Martinez turned around and glared at Ivorn, knowing damn well what the director had pulled his friend into—a cover-up. Things like that were all to common in the Military and large corporations. It was easier to hush things up than face the reality of what happened. ;
“So for your own sake. Forget about her,” Ivorn sighed.
“Forget her! What the fuck are you on about. She is my friend; I have to help her,” Martinez argued, stepping forward and leaning on the desk with both hands. “She needs help.”
“Oh, does she? I dont think she does. You just want to feel better after having made her nearly kill herself.” Ivorne challenged with a growl—the last two weeks of having to hold his emotions overflowing.
Ivorn might like Martinez as a friend, but Shiksie deserved more than this. She was kind, a bit aloof, but for Kilera’s sake, why did she have to fall in love with a detestable asshole who thought he could solve everything alone.
Martinez paused and was taken aback by the challenge. Of course, he wanted to help her. Shiksie was his friend, mentor, and a woman he lov—er liked dearly. This was not about him but her.
“Are you high? I want to make sure she is OK,” Martinez replied, pointing at Ivorn.
“Oh, shut the fuck up and stop grandstanding,” Ivorn replied, standing to his full height. Usually, Ivorn, due to his gorilla-like build and posture, only stood as tall as Martinez. But at his full grandeur—he nearly touched the ceiling. “If you gave a fuck about her, you would have asked for help with her. You would not have gone into her house, knowing damn well she loved you.”
Ivorn stepped around the desk and jammed a finger into Martinez’s chest. “Now you have the fucking gall to think she needs you? How about you face reality and understand you fucked up and can't fix it.”
“Woah Ivor—” Martinez started backing up, but his friend persisted.
“How about you get that you are not some infallible bastion? What you have done has caused so many issues. My friend and mentor is gone; now we all have to suffer because you just had to not say no!” Ivorn growled, nearly pressing Martinez to the wall.
“We all like you. Sursee, Shiksie, Therein, Harnsis, fuck even me. But dude, you fucked up and have just to let bad enough die,” Ivorn said, backing up and giving Martinez some room. “Just go talk to the director in the morning. He will tell you the same.”
Martinez was going to argue to assure Ivorn he could fix this. But Sursee stepping into the room deflated any tension between the two.
“Can you two not yell at each other?” Sursee asked.
Ivorn turned to Sursee, returning to his usual leisurely posture. “Don’t worry about it, Sursee. Henry was just leaving. Right?” Ivorn said, looking at Martinez, his last shred of patience visible.
“Yeah. I am,” Martinez said, slipping past Sursee, who, for her lovable part, tried to reach out and grab him, but Ivorn stopped her and shook his head.
Martinez stormed out of the house and went toward his own, refusing to believe that he could do nothing to fix this. There was always something he could do. He just did not know the answer yet.
Without a doubt, even if he had to sell his soul to the devil, Martinez knew he would find Shiksie and make this all ok.
It just would cost him, blood, sweat, tears, and all he had to give.
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So what did you all think of book two? Shiksie is MIA, Lysa is going through mood swings, and Martinez needs to get he cant fix it all on his own. We covered a lot in this book and we will cover even more in the third book where Chloe, Martinez, Lysa, and the rest of our cast will have to deal with a kidnapping ring, doctors, and their own physiology.
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