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So first of all I want to emphasise that my boyfriend is Muslim by name and that’s it. He drinks, eats pork/non halal food, never enters the mosque and is not religious at all.
We have been together a year and this is starting to frustrate me. We live together, literally do everything together, we go around wherever we want together and all his friends know I exist and I have met most of them.
He also will not let me in his house, that he owns, under any circumstances. I’ve extended my tenancy because he will not let us live together in his house. He says that his neighbours are all relatives and he would be disowned.
I am upset because, he has met my VERY white family and they have welcomed him and treated him like a part of the family. My dad treats him like his own son, that is how much my parents regard him as a member of the family. So I have shown my commitment and let him into all of my life, but I feel like he will never do the same for me. It’s always ‘when the time is right’, but when is that? In the next 5 years? As I’m in my prime as a woman, I really don’t think I deserve to have my time wasted like that.
I just feel like he is ashamed of me and I will never be good enough for him. It keeps me awake at night thinking how crazy it is that he keeps me a secret. His relatives have been onto him, as they rarely see him anymore, but he always brushes it off.
It’s getting to the point where I’m just starting to accept that he won’t grow a pair and tell them, and that I will remain a secret, or they will find out by accident.
TLDR my Pakistani boyfriend hides me from his family and I feel like he is ashamed of me.

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Hello everyone, I am resolving to ask some advice here because I don't want to tell this to my friends and family anymore since it's something that makes me feel pathetic. I'm sorry if this is going to be a long story, but I need to convey the context of events. I'll be very grateful to whoever takes the time to express an opinion, a take or even an advice or suggestion on this.
In september 2020, at the age of 23, I broke up with my first ever girlfriend, with whom I had been together for 2 years. I will be 26 in may, she's turned 25 in january. Our breakup was nice and mutual, we talked it through and I remember it felt like the right thing to do. We agreed on remaining friends because we had a great intellectual bond, and we kept chatting until february 2021, when I tried to stop texting her since I was the only one starting conversations, and she never reached out anymore.
During these 3 years I had 2 relationships, both of about 6 months, neither of them felt as deep as that one.
Last year, in june, she texted me to ask me if I still had the Playstation she gave me, and to ask how I was doing. I wrote a long message telling her how my life was going, just a general rundown on family and stuff, she did the same, but there was not much talking. We didn't talk again and we didn't arrange a meeting.
Now, our relationship had some incompatibility problems that could not be solved even with all our good will, they were literally about some fundamental traits we have. That's why it felt right to break up and "step back" to be just friends, but sadly it didn't work out.
The problem I'm having is that in almost 3 years I never stopped thinking about her, and I never found a connection that was even remotely as deep as the one I had with her. I miss her as a person, I still ask myself how she would react to things and what would be her opinion on stuff, I look at things with both my eyes and hers, she left such a mark on my way of thinking that it feels like she lives in a part of my brain. I often have dreams about her, not of getting back together or anything, just of meeting her, talking to her, asking her about her thoughts, having her in my life again in some form.
I texted her again last november, asking her if she would have liked to go out sometime and catch up a bit on our lives. She said she would have liked to, but she was busy with work. She promised to tell me when she would have a break from work, and I said that I would wait for her to tell me when she was free.
Then silence, again.
I texted her on new year's eve, just to say happy new year. She replied to that, and then again silence.
Every night she creeps into my thoughts, I try to write hypothetical letters to her just to put some order in my thoughts, and I feel like the problem is this sort of taboo, this iron curtain that sits between us. I feel like I need to meet her in person in order to see how I feel, to remind myself that she is ONLY a person, not the all-encompassing concept that she turned herself into inside my mind.
But I don't know how she feels, I don't want to appear pushy or creepy, I don't want to make her uncomfortable. In these last contacts she said she would've liked to meet, but I cannot tell if she was just being polite and in reality she would prefer not to see me ever again. I am always on the verge of asking her again but I'm not sure if it's a good idea. I feel like I'm being terribly selfish for wanting this, but I also feel like I will be able to really move on only by seeing her again, even one last time, and feel how my emotions react. I feel like I've been mourning over a dear friend for years. Should I text her asking her out again?
TL;DR I still miss my ex who I almost haven't spoken to for 3 years, but I miss her mostly as a friend. I'm thinking of asking her if she wants to meet and have a chat.

I’ve mentioned several times, I bought the game back in like late 2018/2019, I get interested a few weeks and typically join a populated server usually over my skill my level, play for a couple weekly wipes and maybe make it to a t2 and get raided and get killed/make some kills, get frustrated and eventually play something else until I uninstall Rust for hard drive space.
This time I’ve taken it slower, played one wipe on a weakly US small made it to t2 and everyone stopper playing a few days before wipe, now I’m on a noob server about 5 days in my wipe, only on a t2 (but sheet metal base and CCTV and more advanced, larger base this time) and I’m still mostly getting my ass kicked and its pissing me off. I dominate at all FPS but these gameplay mechanics feel different to learn.
So long story short, this motherfucker kills me twice on different occasions and talks shit and I see he lives at the end of the dirt road I’m on. The second time he killed me I got so pissed, I didn’t care if I spent all night I was going to smelt 30 sulfur stones, make a shitload of explosives l, and fuck his base up. So spend a couple hours, get like 1500 scrap and like 4,000 gunpowder and I’m ready to begin preparing, so I research what I need to get to the rocket launcher and do so, and then I see I have no way of unlocking original rockets…just high velocity and fire rockets, rockets are apparently something I should have researched T1 and now I don’t have my fucking workbench. So I look around to buy a rocket so I can research the blueprints, no regular rockets for sale. I look into making C4, oh look I need like 2000 more scrap for a t3 and research it. So I just got frustrated and quit the other night, and its pissing me off he’s still untouched at the end of the road. I mean I don’t know how much longer it would have taken to build the t1 and research it but like I said it annoyed me I was ready to go on my first raid, so I got off.
Hats off to you warriors that learned solo on main servers, thats some next level dedication and patience, but from the sound of this situation, how much would I benefit from playing on a PVE server and researching everything once and getting a good understanding on what to research and how to best get revenge/raid someone?
I’ve stuck with it and still having fun over a few weeks but if I don’t start getting more kills or successfully raid someone I’m afraid I’m going to move on and miss out on this awesome, albeit frustrating and time consuming game.

Hello crazy people of reddit. Im looking for someone who can match my goofy vibes and for a long term. So if you are not looking for the same then sorry this probably wont work.
I try my best to study these days and in my free time I watch something (mostly one piece or naruto) or read manga (wanna read a book but dont know how to start), nap, look at memes, annoy my friends and just exist.
Looking for someone to send memes, joke around, have serious conversations, vent, talk about life, bully each other but also care not to hurt each other and be a fun annoyance in each other's life. Also I put a lot of efforts and i expect the same in return lol
And lastly I'm a 24 year old dude. If you are 23-28 years old then feel free to hit me up with a "bonjour" so i know you have actually read my post. I wont reply otherwise.
Have a good day/night or else.......😌

They come back every year. I can recall multiple points in my childhood where I heard them honking in the wee hours of the morning, causing calamities that woke me up far earlier than I would’ve preferred. Every single winter they return, but this year has been different.
Geese are terrible people, and they’re actually not even people, which makes them even worse. One core, traumatic memory of being chased down by one as a child and sobbing hysterically was all it took for me to develop a lifelong distrust of the feathery demons. It seems so needlessly cruel to have what is essentially a long-necked chicken have the temperament of a damn lycanthrope. Their beady little black eyes seem like bottomless pits of spite, and the fact they actually have teeth on their tongues is something I don’t think I can ever forgive God for.
My father still lives in my childhood home, but me and my siblings are all moved out. He’s older now and has some difficulties with mobility so I stop by pretty often to help out where I can. Ever since mom passed, he’s been there alone with his faithful Labrador retriever; Brody, and although he greatly values his independence it’s getting more and more difficult for him to live alone as the years go on.
Me and my older brother: Eric routinely switch-off helping him with tasks around the house that may be a risk to him. Typically, it’s things like cleaning out the gutters, trimming tree branches and simple maintenance on his vehicles, mostly just things I’d rather a 73-year-old man not try and do alone.
Last week I went out to help him with some chores. My brother Eric was supposed to meet my there but he got roped in to his kids’ parent-teacher conferences so I met dad alone. It was just past noon when I met dad out at his house. He and I grilled some burgers and chatted about things for a while before we began on the tasks.
A recent snowfall had damaged some of the trees on the back of his property, and so he wanted to chop them down before they fell onto his shed. He and I grabbed some handsaws and an axe and began systemically pruning the aspens.
We soon determined there were about 3 trees total which we needed to remove. I climbed the ladder and began sawing off some of the upper branches as dad steadied it from down below. Things were going well until a sudden familiar and foreboding ruckus emerged in the distance. I lowered the chainsaw and killed the motor as I spied the flock soar overhead and land in the back pasture.
“Damn birds been ruining that back field. More goose shit than grass back there at this point.” Dad spat as he said it, clearly annoyed by the return of the unwelcome visitors.
“You need some scarecrows or something.” I replied.
“I tried that, damn things have no fear of people anymore though so it didn’t do a damn thing.”
I suppose it’s also important to mention that we live in Canada, and the Canadian goose is our national bird. INB4 comments saying how you should shoot them which unfortunately is not an option. Not only because firearms are severely restricted here, but also because killing a Canadian goose can get you hefty fines and potentially land you in prison.
In America, you guys have the bald eagle, which is cool. They are rare, imposing, beautiful and majestic. You remember the day you see one, and maybe even sing the national anthem or something when you do.
Geese are not like that, and I doubt anyone has ever been happy to see one. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been on my way to work when traffic suddenly just comes to a complete standstill because a few geese decided to casually meander onto the highway. We have made them a protected class, and they know it. The rest of us are lowly peasants when compared to our avian overlords, and Canada remains under the tyranny of the goose forevermore.
“Then there’s the red one.” He spoke it suddenly as though reflecting upon an old foe resurfacing.
“The red one?” Dad nodded and his eyes narrowed on me.
“You’re gonna laugh at me I know, but son, I swear I’ve seen it. A goose as tall as a man, feathers a deep blood red color” He paused and glanced out towards the trees as a gust rolled through the landscape.
“Something ain’t right with it.”
Contrary to dad’s prediction, I didn’t laugh: I didn’t know how to react. I thought he was just messing with me, but there was a deadly serious cadence in his voice. It probably sounds ridiculous to anyone reading, but something about the sincerity in his voice made me take pause.
My father is not a guy that scares easy. Never seen him shed a tear, and never seen him back down from an altercation. A man as stubborn as he is stalwart, and making up tales was never something he seemed particularly good at.
“How often do you see it?”
“Every once in a while… ain’t seen it for some time now, but I know it’s always out there… watching.” He let that ominous phrase just sort of hang in the air unelaborated. It still seemed a bit ridiculous, but clearly he was affected by it.
“You got a slingshot or something?” Dad shook his head down below as he stared contemptuously out at the flock. He didn’t reply, and since it seemed to be genuinely bothering him I decided to do something stupid about it. I climbed down the ladder as he glanced at me side-eyed.
“Where you goin?”
“Birdwatching.” I was already entering the tree line as I called back. A menagerie of branches and leaves split apart as I trudged my way towards them. They all continued peacefully grazing and loitering as I made my approach unseen.
I breached the other side of the tree line and stepped out into the field. The flagrant faction of fowl barely even seemed to notice my arrival. I grabbed a decent sized stick laying on the ground and sauntered out towards them.
“Hey… get outta here!” A few of them turned to look at me, but still seemed woefully unbothered by my display.
“GIT!” I shouted the words at the top of my lungs and began waving the stick back and forth. I was met with a chorus of angered honks as the gaggled fluttered into a frenzy. One by one they leapt into the air and began flying off in various directions.
One of them divebombed directly towards me, but I managed to duck aside as it flew past. Fearing their retaliation, I clutched my stick and prepared myself for battle, but thankfully they continued flying off and resuming their formation in the sky above. Seconds later they were soaring away from the property, hopefully never to return, but I knew I wasn’t that lucky or intimidating.
Once they were beyond the trees, I turned back, but something caught my eye as I turned away. On the ground where they had gathered, something was laying in the muck. I walked towards it, and I froze midstride as the macabre realization struck like thunder.
“Atta boy son, you must be a goose whisperer or something.” Dad chuckled as he and Brody approached from behind me. I just turned back and stared at him, and his expression contorted as he noticed mine.
“What is it?” I just pointed at it. Dad approached gingerly, and as he reached my side he too seemed taken aback.
“Is that what I think it is?” Dad ignored the question and moved in for a closer look. As he knelt down, he grunted and cleared his throat.
“Well, if you think it’s a severed human arm then I think you’re right.”
The two of us hurried back inside his house and dialed 911. The police showed up about an hour later and we escorted them back to where we’d found it. Not long after they had an entire array of workers, technicians and people sectioning off the area. They spent hours combing through the vicinity, and the longer it went on the worse it got.
Dad and I watched as they removed a body bag for the remains we’d found, then another, and another. In total we counted six separate bags of what we assumed were human remains. The initial search area widened to encompass a large chunk of the back field. They didn’t tell us much about it as they worked though, and so the two of us could only speculate as we watched from dad’s porch.
Eventually I was taken down to the police station as a few other cops remained with dad at his house. They interrogated me once we got to the station, and I told them pretty much everything I’ve written here. Obviously, they were skeptical, and I don’t even blame them for eying me suspiciously. Not a whole lot of it made much sense to me either, but I didn’t know what else to say to help them.
They eventually seemed to clear me of any wrongdoing and so took me back to my father’s house. They then took my father to conduct the same interview on him. It was getting late in the day by then, and although I thought about going home, I felt it was better for me to stay there and await dad’s return.
As I waited, I did some more research online. Apparently Geese- despite their aggressive tendencies and fierce attributes are mostly vegetarian. They do eat insects and fish from time to time, but usually just graze on plants. The fact that several of them had blood spackles on their down would seemingly indicate that the group had been eating the arm, and possibly the rest of the remains in the field. As far as I can tell, there’s never been any reports of geese eating humans or even scavenging on their remains.
It was nearly midnight by the time the officers ferried my father back home. He sauntered inside, clearly worn out from the bizarre day. He slumped onto the couch as the lead officer gestured me to join him outside.
“Thank you for your and your father’s cooperation today. I know this is a very odd and worrying situation, but we’re going to get to the bottom of it. Our crew may be out here for awhile while the investigation concludes, but we’ll try our best to stay out of you and your father’s way. Please feel free to call if you discover or learn anything you think we should know.” He held out his card and I nodded back. He and his partner then exited the home and made their way back to the cruiser. The rest of their team seemed to be packing it in for the night as well, so I returned to dad.
He was seated on his weathered living room chair with Brody stationed valiantly at his feet. He sipped from his whiskey glass as I went and sat on the opposing couch.
“Well… can’t say this is how I was expecting today to go.” I spoke with a chuckle and dad nodded back with an affirming grunt.
“You can say that again. Over thirty years I’ve lived on this damn property, and I’ve never seen anything like this happen.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“Well, I’d sure hope not, geese don’t even usually eat meat apparently.” I prattled off the fact I’d read previous from Google. Dad scoffed as his head slowly swiveled side to side.
“Apparently these ones do.” He glanced silently out the living room window, and towards the back field where the grisly discovery had been made. The two of us sat in silence for a moment as we contemplated the overwhelming day.
We chatted for a few more minutes but soon decided to call it a night as we were both exhausted. Dad told me I could stay the night there and I happily obliged as I was already near unconscious on his living room couch. After wrapping myself in his spare comforter I was out, but it did not last.
The intrusive sounds of aggressive barking stirred me from a deep sleep. Suddenly I felt a cold chill seep into my bones. I stirred from slumber, shivering as a cold chill descended my spine and a fuzzy form began nuzzling against me. It was dark with only the moonlight beaming in from outside the house, but I recognized the barks and blurry outline of Brody beside me.
He began whining and licking my face franticly as my eyes struggled to adjust to the low lighting. I patted his head and back as I tried getting him to calm down, but he seemed really riled up for some reason. The couch I’d been sleeping on sat below the front window and from my vantage point I couldn’t see the front door. As I sat up, and turned to the side I froze stiff.
The front door was wide open.
With a stark fright I jolted to my feet and backed away, confused and trying desperately to adjust my eyes to the shadows and quell my racing heart. Brody continued whining and barking as he stared out into the dark night.
I found my coat and approached the door, but it showed no signs of forced entry. I could only assume my dad had been the one to open it. On tiptoes I snuck to pier out the door, but found nothing but the empty yard and night sky.
Quickly I rushed down the hall to my father’s room, but as expected he wasn’t in there. I couldn’t imagine what would possibly possess him to venture out in the middle of the night alone, but I knew it wasn’t good. As I ventured back to the front door, I felt a true dread seep into the very cortex of my being. Nothing within me wanted to go out there, but I knew I couldn’t leave my father.
The cold breeze struck my skin like needles as I stepped out and shut the door behind me. Brody was still going ballistic inside especially with the door shut, but I didn’t want him to run off and figured leaving him there was the safer option.
I scanned the area around me but saw no sign of anyone or anything. Dad’s old Chevy sat derelict on his driveway along with my Subaru, both of them untouched aside from a thin layer of snow. I thought about calling out his name, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Back on the side of the house I spied a shovel leaning against the wall and so I took it with me.
We’d gotten a bit of snow as we slept, and in the yard, I spied I clear line of footprints leading out from the door and back around the side of the house. As I followed them my feet crunched in the snow which sounded like the crashing of thunder when contrasted with the silent night. My hairs stood on end and my hands shook wildly as I clutched the shovel tight.
The footprints led directly from the front of the house to the back grove where we’d made the macabre discovery earlier that day. Moments later I reached the tree line, but still didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. My father’s footprints vanished into the trees, and I just hoped he hadn’t wandered too far.
Branches scraped against me as I made my way deeper inside the grove. Still I heard and saw nothing out of the ordinary even as I approached the other side where the sectioned-off field was located. `As I breached the edge of the trees, I spotted something up ahead. It was laying near one of the fresh pits the police had been excavating, and after a few seconds I finally realized what it was.
“Dad? Dad are you okay?” I spoke the words in a shouted whisper as I snuck over towards him. He wasn’t moving, and as I got near him my heart sunk as I beheld his condition. His jacket was shredded all over, like someone had haphazardly slashed at him with a razorblade.
Once at his side I found him scratched up and unconscious, but clearly still alive. As I jostled his shoulder he slowly came around and opened his eyes. Suddenly his eyes sprung wide and he lurched upward as he furiously glanced around the area.
“Dad it’s okay… it’s just me.” He didn’t respond, and despite my protest he hobbled back to his feet as he panted heavily.
“What the hell happened? Why are you out here?”
“It’s here… I saw it.” He then groaned and collapsed back to his knees as his face contorted into an agonized grimace. I then saw that his leg was stained red and torn up pretty bad. He clutched it as he slumped down and I moved to assist him.
“We gotta get out of here son.” As I began trying to hoist him back to his feet, a sudden noise pierced the mute night air. An odd raspy sort of bugling noise. It was a weird sound that I didn’t recognize, but it definitely sounded like some kind of animal had made it.
Dad was glancing around franticly trying to see something, but he wouldn’t say anything. His leg was lacerated, and he couldn’t stand on it anymore so as such I ended up just basically dragging him back towards the tree line.
The morose screech we’d heard previous roared out once more, but this time it sounded like it was coming from above us. As I averted my eyes upward, I saw the fleeting form of a large shadow soar beyond the trees. The leaves on the top swayed from the wind of it passing, and clearly it was big, much bigger than any bird or flying creature I’ve ever seen.
“Shit… it’s coming back.” Dad turned and did what he could to try and hobble to the trees. The two of us continued awkwardly stumbling like a pair of drunken baboons until finally reaching the tree line. The moment we stepped inside it, I heard it descend onto the field.
From the shadows we peered out, seeing a large, bipedal creature towering in the field. It stood tall on long, lanky legs. It’s head was suspended upon an elongated neck, and bulbous black eyes stared unblinking back towards us.
My first thought upon seeing it was that it looked like a damn pterodactyl, but it was even stranger than that. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing, but it looked like an enormous goose. That freak of nature had to have stood at least 6 feet tall, with a wingspan probably double that. It’s body was an eerie crimson color much as dad had claimed, and the moonlight beaming down seemed to give it an almost ethereal presence.
It just stood there staring back at us for a long, tense moment of uncomfortable silence. It’s unblinking obsidian eyes seemed to gleam with a rampant sense of primal hunger. Something about it’s gaze was deeply disturbing. It seemed predatory, and of course everything about the situation seemed to reassert that notion. There was something even more than that though, but I couldn’t quite place it.
Dad and I continued backtracking through the woods as best we were able, trying to keep an eye on the fiend as well as get back to the house quickly. We failed the former in mere minutes as the sight of the bird disappeared behind the foliage of the woods. Dad’s leg was pretty mangled, and although it was causing him obvious pain he continued pushing on as I clutched him by the shoulder.
The sight of the house returned as we broke through the other side of the woods. Things were eerily quiet, with no sign of the feathered thing anywhere. The two of us took a moment to inspect the vicinity as we planned our move. I stepped towards the edge of the trees when dad reached a hand out to stop me.
“It’s still out there… it’s waiting for us to leave the woods.” Dad whispered the words as he slumped back against a tree.
“Well, we have to go out there… your legs still bleeding… you need stiches.” Dad grunted and shook his head.
“Trust me… if that thing catches you in the open it’s not gonna be good.” I just threw my hands up then.
“Dad we have to do something, we can’t just sit here.” I pulled my phone out once more, but of course as expected I had no service. Dad’s house was about five kilometers away from the city, and I never got any cell phone coverage there. Dad didn’t have his cellphone on him either, and as such our options were rather limited.
The two of us took a moment to try and bandage his leg as best we could. I took my belt off and applied a tourniquet on his thigh to hopefully stifle the bleeding, and dad tore off the dangling fabric on his jeans to try and wrap up the wound.
As we worked, we heard the sounds of distant honks approaching. A few minutes later and a flock of geese then descended from the night sky and landed around dad’s house. Once they touched down they fell silent, dispersing throughout the yard as though they were on patrol. There was no sign of the big one, but both of us knew it was still out there.
The chill of the night had become a serious problem by then, and both of us felt the cold gnawing against us relentlessly. My teeth chattered in my mouth, and the materials of my clothing proved simply too thin against the frigid night air. We needed to get inside or get away, lest we face serious risk from hypothermia.
I clutched my shovel tight, as dad grabbed some large sticks and filled our pockets with small rocks. At the last second, I told dad to just wait there as I tried to get back to the house. He protested, but both of us knew that with his wounded leg he would be a sitting duck if we got attacked. I had a better chance of going in alone.
I tiptoed out from the woods as dad watched with baited breath from the trees. The eyes of the flock bore down upon me like an oppressive heat, uncomfortable and foreboding. As I reached the halfway point between the woods and the house the flock erupted into a calamity of anger honks. They began to furiously beat their wings and ascend into the air, and I just booked it to the house.
I reached the front door at the same moment one of the geese reached me. It hovered and pecked angrily at me, tearing my coat with it’s beak and slashing against me with it’s feet. Just in case any Canadian authorities are reading this: I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT HARM ANY GEESE IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.
Somehow (and through entirely legal means) I managed to open the door and slip inside just as the flock slammed into the wall behind me. Brody was barking wildly and licking at my torso as I took a moment to gather my breath. I took a few more moments to calm him down as the frenzied flock outside seemed to calm down a bit. Suddenly there was a large thud on the roof, and my heart dropped. A low gurgling, sort of droning noise became audible above as the rest of the geese fell into a dead silence.
I knew it was that thing again, and turned my attention to find dad’s phone and the car keys. I managed the latter quite quickly, but the former eluded me. After several minutes I all but abandoned the search and formulated a new plan. As I glanced out the window, I spied dad at the edge of the trees. I knew his situation was growing evermore dire by the moment, and I had to do something radical.
Brody remained at my side, a silent resolve seeming to swirl in his dark brown eyes. I took a moment to pet him, and whisper words of encouragement to the good boy. It almost made me tear up how loyal and ready for battle he appeared to be. He knew his owner was in danger, and he was ready to face the darkness. His unwavering courage inspired me, and I whispered to him.
“You’re a good boy Brody, let’s try not to die.”
As I grasped the door handle, something struck the window beside me. Shattering glass exploded into the living room as a goose flailed into the room. It landed with a thump, but quickly rose and ascended into the air honking and screeching furiously. Brody snarled and lunged at it, causing it to back away.
I figured that was the signal it was time to go, and so I flung open the door and beckoned Brody to follow. Together the two of us rushed from the house and towards dad’s truck in the driveway. A sudden surge of angered honks thundered out behind us, with one bellowing cry that dwarfed them all.
I reached the truck and picked up Brody to usher him inside. The engine roared to life as the geese began accosting the outside of the truck. They seemed to have no regard for their own wellbeing as they body-slammed into the chassis again and again.
I put it into drive and floored it towards the trees. Dad then emerged, staggering out from the woods and towards the passenger door. Before he could reach it though, a scarlet shadow descended from the heavens. It slammed down upon him, wailing and lashing out at him.
Brody and I hopped out the other side and pressed our assault. The red beast had dad in the fetal position down below him. Slashing with it’s talons and biting at his torso. With little other ideas I simply lunged at it, latching my arms around it and trying to bear-hug it away from him. Brody lunged and chomped down on it’s ankle as the beast howled.
It was strong, much stronger than I anticipated. It managed to simply toss me off of it and send me plummeting to the ground. It kicked it’s leg and knocked Brody back as dad managed to regain his footing behind it. It then extended it’s wings out with an angered screech. It’s tone like that of a goose distorted through a megaphone and pitched down several octaves.
I then beheld it’s full, horrific form. The thing’s eyes were haunting, like swirling pools of chemicals glinting in the sun. They were comprised of a multitude of colors which under any other circumstance might even be considered beautiful. They didn’t even look like eyes, and it made me realize this thing was no mere animal.
It towered over me, it’s feathers rippling in the cold breeze. Dad managed to clamber inside the truck behind it as Brody and I faced down the thing. Suddenly a torrent of geese descended upon us, and all semblance of order was lost. It’s hard to describe what even happened in the following moments, but it essentially involved me hardcore dancing my way through the swarming birds. By some miracle both I and Brody managed to enter the truck, thanks in no small part to dad flinging rocks out from the passenger side.
Once all three of us were in I put the truck in drive and gunned it out of there. The red one continued to pursue us down the road, slamming down into the truck 3 separate times. With each hit I swerved and nearly lost control, but somehow managed to maintain the course. Mercifully the beast and it’s cohorts eventually seemed to call off the onslaught, and we all breathed a huge sigh of relief.
I had scratches and cuts all over my body and both dad and Brody were pretty beat up as well. Thankfully, none of us appeared too badly injured, and we managed to reach the hospital a little while later.
Dad and I checked in with Brody accompanying us inside. They of course asked us what had happened as we got into the ICU, but all we could really tell them was that we were attacked by some animals. They of course wanted to know which animals in particular, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to tell them. They wouldn’t have believed us anyways.
They got us disinfected which hurt like hell, and stitched-up not long after. They ran us through the gamete of bloodwork, but thankfully they all came back negative including for rabies which was the primary concern. I was exhausted from the entire event, and fell deep into sleep as the sun began to rise outside.
I awoke a few hours later to find the police chief there awaiting me; the same guy in charge of investigating the grim discovery on dad’s property. He was of course curious about what the hell had happened, but I just laughed. I told him it’d be easier for me to just write it out, and that’s exactly what I’ve done here with this document.
The rest of this was not given to the police, but I wanted to add a few more things. Of course, they are skeptical about mine and my father’s accounts, and of course when they returned to our property the geese were nowhere to be found.
They may have locked us up in the loony bin were it not for the damage to my father’s truck and house, as well as my Subaru being covered in goose shit. That part just made me laugh, and it’s almost like the flock just wanted to send me one last middle finger for escaping their fury. One of the piles of stool was unlike the others though, and they got it into the lab for testing. We’ll see if anything comes of it, but I’m not holding my breath.
As for what the hell happened, that I do not know, and it doesn’t seem like anyone else does either. As mentioned, I’ve never seen any accounts of geese behaving like this, nor have I seen any creature or folklore that seems to match that red one.
There are wives’ tales around here about the so-called thunderbirds, and maybe that’s what it was. I just can’t ignore that unnerving feeling it gave me. Of course it was threatening in the sense that it could kill me, but there was also an underlying element to it. It was intelligent, and it’s odd, multi-colored eyes conveyed that beyond a shadow of a doubt. I don’t suppose we’ll ever know, but I just hope I never see it again.
Honestly, I was kind of annoyed that my dad had ventured out there in the middle of the night alone, and I had to ask him why he’d done it in the first place. His response might have been the most terrifying aspect of all of this.
“I heard someone crying. Sounded like a kid, but when I got out there all I found was that damn bird waiting for me. I think it was making the noise.”
Brody, my father and I are all doing fine now, but are obviously a little rattled from the experience. If anyone has any theories about this event then please feel free to share them. I fucking hate geese, and this event has firmly reinforced that belief for me. If you see them, maybe it’s best to just avoid them altogether. You never know what those feathery bastards are contemplating.

I’ve been talking to this guy for almost 2 weeks now. We met at a bar and instantly hit it off. I ended up going home with him and hung out with him and his friends, then we hooked up. It was such a weird night mixed with alcohol but I honestly haven’t felt a connection like this in a super long time. We had so many deep convos and talked laughed and vibed all night just us two. he expressed how he liked me and wanted to hangout again. The next day he came over and we hung out sober and it was exactly the same. It was so weird how easy and natural we were together and he even said it too. We had so much fun together and laughed and kissed and he told me i’m exactly what he’s looking for. Side note i’m 23 and he’s 30. She is super emotionally intelligent and has said multiple times about how he doesn’t want to play games or hide his feelings about how he feels about a woman. He calls me almost everyday and texts me a lot throughout the day. he is really expressive about how much he likes me and so am i, but we also have good banter back and fourth. This friday we decided we were gonna have a sleepover at his house and we had a little wine night. We had the most amazing night and we ended up meeting up with one of his friends and going out for a little. We were acting like a couple all night and he jokingly introduced me as his gf to his friend. When we got back from the night we were playing around in his bed and just kissing and laying on each other. we started hooking up but we kinda stopped in the middle of it to talk. We literally couldn’t keep our hands off each other and he was like “okay You’re seriously so perfect i’ve been thinking about you all week and I seriously don’t wanna talk to anyone else but you, I don’t wanna date anyone else but you” he kept saying multiple times that I “have” him meaning he’s that into me that i’m his. I was seriously so happy and I felt the same way we had the most amazing night after that and hooked up. We also were questioning each other if we were moving to fast with only wanting to be w each other and we both agreed that it didn’t matter if it was fast that’s just how we felt! In the morning we hooked up again and talked for a while, while we were laying he was just kissing my face and cuddling me. He’s a really funny guy so when I was leaving he recorded me pulling out of his driveway to this song we were playing all night. I got home and he told me to text him when i got home so i did. he responded and that was that. That was saturday morning around 11. I went home and went back to sleep/ take a nap and woke up around 2pm saying “good morning.” as the day went by on sat i didn’t hear from him and i texted him later at night asking if he was alive (jokingly)I did not hear from him until over 24 hours later. I was starting to worry bc we were talking about how we wanted to see each other on sunday (today) and he didn’t text me until 4pm today, and all he said was “hey” I responded and I was like omg hi are you okay? it’s now 10pm and I haven’t heard from him. wtf i don’t know what to do is he playing me or is something actually wrong?? I’m not trying to be crazy but we literally talk all the time and call each other and (kind of) had plans. I tried to call him tonight and there was no answer. I don’t wanna look stupid or get hurt but i thought we really had something going. what do y’all think?

I'm always scared to talk to guys and I wonder what other people think of my appearance. I avoid people and feel like they are watching and judging me. Even my own family. We were having a celebration and I stayed in my room and didn't eat till everyone left. Because I think they will judge what I eat because it doesn't fit the diet they thought I was on. I also thought I looked boring. I like wearing a big jacket with a hood a lot even though I could look more cute. Being close to a guy I psyche myself out with worries about how bad I would look to them. A guy asked me out one time (one time in my life lol) and I was worried about how my tongue looked. MY TONGUE.
Also having acne for years I always at least have a tiny pimple on my face if not more and I get all self-conscious about that too. Sometimes I wake up with a nasty one that sprouted up and it just makes me feel gross. And hair. I heard guys are really turned off by hair like if you have the slightest mustache (I don't think I do but maybe in certain lighting I do) or don't shave every day or don't have perfect eyebrows. I also get gut issues and gassy at night. My mind goes to being in bed with a guy and suddenly loudly farting. lol How could I ever be close to someone. I can't even bring myself to talk to guys or flirt. I just assume they think I'm hideous. Occasionally I get nice comments though and sometimes I get treated well (not hit on or anything but respected like having the door held open etc.) so maybe I'm attractive? Or maybe they just have good manners idk.

Create a fictional world. Once you are done break it, destroy it with your bare writer's mind in anyway you want in the name of stress relief
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Bear witness, if you can. Few beings can, to a sight such as this- a vast cloud hanging aloft in space. Tiny starlings hang in the void like neurons, nova flares erupting like synaptic flashes. Where one flame takes root in the billows of the cloud, a new sun springs forth, like...
Like a new idea.
***
In time the new stars were born, and many worlds with them...
You look on triplet jewels, woven in the tapestry of space. One star, large and serene golden-white. A second star, small and raging red. And a black hole, colorless by day and pitch black by twilight, visible only from the halo-disk of solar fire siphoned from its sisters. These triplets form the core of this new system: golden Teardrop, red Blooddrop, and black Crone's Heart.
Around these three sisters spin clumps of dust, in perfect order, circles upon circles. These would, in time, become the worlds of this new system. Planets, moons, asteroid thickets, nebulosities, threads of dark matter, frozen fogbanks of comet ice, a and one or two protostars dreaming of the day they might burst forth with dust-worlds of their own.
Just for such a system as this to exist was perhaps the second greatest miracle that could ever occur. The only greater one would occur much later...
***
In time, life formed in the primordial soup of one of those worlds, and explored...
The swimmers were among the loveliest creatures on this world. Their skin was sleek and iridescent, their bulging eyes black, jaws strong for cracking shells, their vestigial spinal sails oddly charming. Though clumsyish on land, they moved with impossible grace through the gleaming honeywaters off the craggy coast. And the decorative cliffside creches they made for their hatchlings would have left the most seasoned nature documentarian cooing with delight.
Hmmm, they hummed, mellifluously, as they went about decorating the newest nest.
By contrast, the shrilling carrion birds, who had come from the inland deserts, were not lovely. Their plumage, not quite feathers but not quite scales, tended to drab grey and ashy white. If the swimmers had the intelligence, the word "skeletal" might have occurred to them. Their breath reeked of rot, from every fetid thing they ate; corpses washed up or dug up, freshly killed or long putrefied- even their own dead.
One of the carrion-birds observed the swimmers now, clinging to the tops of the cliffside and leering impishly at the eggs of the creche. A swimmer snapped at it angrily and it leapt away. The eggs. The swimmer looked down at the clutch. All accounted for. The swimmer remained mistrustful.
Time passed before one of the swim-pod returned from the depths with food, beaching itself on the rock. Its podmates rushed to greet it, only to see- calamity! horror!- the gorger worms burrowing into skin, bloated on blood. It mewled, pathetically, but its fellows gave it a wide berth. The worms could spread, they knew. Perhaps even to the eggs. Their hearts were heavy, but nothing could be done.
All of a sudden a trio of carrion birds congregated on the infested swimmer, eliciting shrieks of alarm from its podmates. A rudimentary understanding passed through them: They'll eat him alive, before he even has a chance to die. The thought so revolted them, they considered risking infection to intervene.
Then in a blink, the birds left the infected swimmer. Though its iridescent hide was pockmarked with bites, the worms were gone. A carrion bird let out a very satisfied slurp as the last few fat segments disappeared in its gullet. With something like a grin, the birds leapt away. The swimmers sat with something like awe. A new word started to enter their proto-vocabulary, something perhaps best translatable to "symbiosis" or "alliance."
And the triplet jewels shone on...
***
In time, the life learned of struggle...
Ganthlin was a general, and the twelfth of his gene-line to use the name, and with a start, he realized someone was calling that name, trying to get his attention. He was embarrassed to realize he'd been staring at the Triplets as they set.
"Ganthlin. General. The troops are ready." It was a cragyl, one of his carrion knights, her ashen scale-plumage moon-pale in the low light.
"Good." Ganthlin said at last, snapping to reality. "Be ready for the charge at my signal." The cragyl bowed her head and scarpered into the darkness. Their races had been allies for millennia, since before Ganthlin's kind had left the oceans or learned written language; they fought the same wars, shared the same castles and yet, it was hard not to find cragyl a little creepy. It was especially disquieting to know that, when the fateful day came, shortly after the funeral and in accordance with ancient tradition, the cragyl of his home castle would eat his corpse.
But forming partnerships- symbiosis- was the way of Ganthlin's people. Where lower lifeforms could only see other species as predator or prey, Ganthlin's folk found ways to make allies. Those in the mountain lakes partnered with the great hoofed stridits. Those in the dark caverns bonded with venomous ostedytes. It was a mark of civilization to have more friends than enemies among the animal kingdom.
But even Ganthlin's people had some enemies. One way or another, this siege would be over before Crone's Heart set this night. Ganthlin lifted his sword. "Right. CHARGE!" he roared.
***
And yet in time, the life also learned to build and to explore...
Ganthlin was a highly-ranked member of the Ministry of Science, and the twenty-eighth of her gene-line to use that name. At the moment, she was looking at the Triplets as they started to dip below the horizon, on the justification that sometimes scientific minds needed to wander. From back home, in Yuurtz, there was a sacred spot where the three suns would pass behind three giant seastacks as they set. Ancient starmappers had probably found some arcane significance in that.
"Minister. The demonstration is ready."
Her aide, a cragyl technician, was shyly gesturing for her attention.
"Of course," Ganthlin murmured. "Let's proceed."
A pneumacliner took them several stories belowground, belowsea, to the ghost-steel dome that had once been the main keep of the city. For Ganthlin, looking out through the dome at the world of the ocean floor was relaxing, but she sensed her aide, evolved for flying, was getting anxious. Invoking privilege as a mother, Ganthlin squeezed the tech's coracoid joint reassuringly.
They passed a few creches and other laboratories before they arrived at the main attraction. An excited looking stridit tried to shake her hand with clumsy hooves.
"Just wait until you see it, Minister. We've always speculated such things might be left behind, perhaps the remnant of a long-dead civilization, but this is the clearest proof- look!"
The large crystalline slab glowed, and images formed in its surface like a reflection.
"You see? A perfect view of another world, one in the system of the Triplets. You can see them setting in the distance. And we believe this may not be simply a window. With the right adjustments, we believe we may be able to travel there."
***
And in time, the life covered every world in the system...
The name Ganthlin had been in his gene-line for thousands of generations. There was no other as learned as he in the science of star and planet formation. There could be no mistake.
"I- you're sure, sir?" asked his cragyl assistant, tremulously.
"I'm afraid so, Jint. Our system is nearing the end of its existence. Teardrop is going to go supernova. The innerworlds will be fried, atomized, and Crone's Heart will devour it all. The resultant cataclysm will end all life in the system. We'll all be drawn into Crone's Heart. Crushed to death."
"Is there nothing we can do?"
"Nothing."
His assistant opened and shut his beak, uselessly. "Then... how long?"
"Mere minutes."
***
The inner worlds were scoured with blazing nuclear fire, and the colonists thereon shrieked in an agony impossible to imagine. Even those beyond the reach of the hellish corona wept as the heat dried their soil to aridity and turned their oceans to boiling acid. In a way, those who died so quickly were the lucky ones, for they did not see the remains of the White and Red Triplets slowly be consumed by their black brother, along with the charred corpses of the burned worlds. Thus enlarged, the black hole slowly began to consume all the rest of the world in the system, swallowing a trillion screams of terror into the frigid and unyielding night...
***
The godling fidgeted as Its supervisor looked down at Its term project, seeming very unimpressed.
"And what have you got here?"
"Uh... well... it was meant to be a trinary star system with several strains of intelligent life. I'm not sure what happened, exactly, there was some kind of collapse-"
"Category ⍓︎□︎◆︎❒︎ stellar collapse, I would guess. The assignment was to create a stable system that lasted seven billion years. You haven't even cleared five, I'm afraid."
"I... I think I can salvage it," the godling said, anxiously. Then the entire stellar nursery imploded.
The supervisor clucked. "I'm afraid I can't give a passing grade for this. See me after class."
And the supervisor drifted off, tutting, and the dejected and humiliated godling tossed the remains of its term project in the garbage quasar. Well. Back to the drawing board.

For context I (ftm21) am VERY new to kink. I met my dom (nb23) who's just really wonderful and we've been seeing each-other for 2 months, and we're officially dating as of this morning. They are really aware of taking things slowly with me which has been great and they asked if they could introduce a couple rules for me to follow day to day, one of which is having to ask the to masturbate and cum. I'm open to a lot of things cause I really don't know my limits yet and I feel safe enough around them to let them lead the way in finding what I do and don't like.
So far, I do like this aspect of orgasm control but it is a pretty hard shift because I'm the kind of person who jerks of at least once a day if given the chance, and last week they said I could only have 2 orgasms that whole week and now I can only edge for the next 5 days until I see them again and we get to play. I'm eager to please so it is exciting to be good for them and make them happy, but there are definitely moments when just I want to just rub one out because my roommates gone and I want to take a nap, and nothing's better than cumming and falling asleep. And so far whenever I've asked to cum, they say I need to edge at least once, which is usually fun, but also not always what I have time for. I'm kind of afraid that once the novelty wears off, I'm going to miss the freedom to masturbate.
Again, my dom is amazing and we have really great communication, and I'm not afraid of telling them if I start to feel that way I just don't know if something like that would damage our dynamic. Currently the rules as written are "1) You cannot masturbate without asking for & receiving permission 2) You cannot orgasm without asking for & receiving permission" and I was thinking a compromise could be something where they can spring periods of time on me where I have to ask and they're a lot less lenient than they are now, way more edging, introducing order to ruin my orgasms, telling me what toys to use (currently all they do is tell me to edge 2 or 3 times).
I'm also worried about when I go to work at summer camp in the middle of nowhere for 2 months over the summer where I have very little service. I'm going to be overworked and just wanting for cum and go to sleep most nights, and its impractical for me to walk to other side of camp just to get service and ask my dom for permission. But I also don't want to edge/ not touch myself for 2 months... Is it improper of me as a sub to ask if I can have a free pass for that two months? Again, I'm not afraid of telling my boyfriend how I feel, but being a sub telling his dom to change the rules. I know the ball is in my court, I consent to what I want but I also value this pretty new relationship I want the dynamic to work.
tldr: is it improper for a sub to ask their dom to revise the rules? I'm not allowed to cum without asking and I'm worried I'll want more freedom in the future

It was only a passing whim that prevented Rob from leaping forward and activating Purge Corruption. The Purging energy swelled around his fingertips, practically begging to be used, but something about the Harpy's face stopped him. Its robotic expression was unsettling, planted squarely in the uncanny valley, yet at the same time was without malice. By comparison, the Ranger assassin had seemed way more demented.
Remembering the Elf who'd died by his hand immediately transmuted Rob's adrenaline into ice water. He grabbed Keira's shoulder to stop her from attacking, then faced the Harpy, forcing himself to look straight at its hollow eyes. "Can I remove your Corruption?" Rob asked, tentatively.
"You are walking into a trap," Featro repeated.
Rob took a careful step towards the motionless Harpy, as if approaching a cornered animal. "Let me Purge your Corruption, okay? Then we'll talk."
"That would be unwise. Your Purge would kill me. Wait until after I have explained the trap."
"...Are you the Blight, or Featro?"
"There is no difference." The Harpy shivered, like a cold wind had cut past him. "I am a Harpy, I am the Blight. I am he, I am it. I am one, I am union. I am lineage, I am neonate. I am infinity, I am the void."
His blackened eyes flickered with an indiscernible emotion. "Most of all, I am something that should not exist. When this conversation is finished, swear that you will kill me."
Rob didn't have any idea of what the fuck to say to that. He was tempted to glance at Keira, see what she was thinking, but that would mean diverting his attention away from Featro. Letting your guard down around the Blight was an easy way to get yourself killed – or worse.
As he was busy contemplating how to proceed, the implications of everything finally caught up with Rob's sleep-deprived brain. "The Blight is already in Harpy territory," he hissed, the grip on his sword turning white-knuckled.
Featro nodded. It was like watching a mannequin shifted by an external force. "The Blight has been in Harpy territory for years longer than any other. That was the first nation to be afflicted, not the last."
Rob let loose a string of expletives that would've made a hardened sailor blush. When he was done venting, he wrapped his stress in a headlock and held tight until it surrendered, allowing himself to speak normally. "How many Harpies have been possessed like you?"
"Over one thousand. I am uncertain of the precise number."
...A thousand? Rob's heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. That was...so many people...
"You are asking the wrong questions," Featro bluntly stated. "You must be warned of the trap before I lose control. King Elnaril desires to kill you."
"Shit, him too?"
"He is the progenitor of what I am. The Blight-Harpy upon which all others branched from. We are him, yet he is not us. His children are his arms, stretching wide and far."
Rob was tempted to sit down and scream. This was significantly worse than even his least-optimistic expectations. Elnaril being hostile, or stupid, or comatose, he could've worked with it. But possessed by the goddamn Blight?
"Okay. Fuck." He exhaled out as much of his anxiety as he could. "So King Elnaril is evil and controlling a bunch of Blight-Harpies. What's this trap you keep mentioning? Should we expect an army to come after us?"
"Unclear. We are merely arms, following orders that the head gives." Featro blinked for the first time since he'd entered the tent. "However, I believe that he intends to lure your alliance to the Harpy capital city and eradicate it there via some means. You, Heartkiller, are the primary target, although the territory Leaders are also prizes to be won. King Elnaril won't pass up the chance to cripple all of Elatra in one fell swoop."
Is that why the Harpy messengers that contacted Sylpeiros were so cagey? By informing the allied coalition of an impending war, yet withholding the reason for that war, they'd compelled the coalition to take action and find out what was going on. If true, it implied that Elnaril knew a lot more about Rob and the coalition than he should. Their alliance hadn't even been made public.
No, wait, Blights are a hivemind, Rob remembered. They can see what others see. Elnaril witnessed Riardin's Rangers globetrotting around Fiend, Dwarf, and Merfolk territories, and concluded that we'd swing by Harpyland next if trouble started brewing. He also saw Seneschal Sylpeiros working with the Dwarves to kill a Blight, so it wasn't a stretch to imagine that we'd formed an alliance behind the scenes. Still no guarantee that the Leaders tag along with Riardin's Rangers and the coalition, but that's fine. I'm the primary target. Everyone else is just a bonus.
Rob's brainstorming session was interrupted by a slew of Messages from the rest of the Party. They were outside his tent, ready to jump in if things went south. He told them to wait for now, unsure of how Featro would react if the situation changed. The Blight-Harpy's sanity seemed to be hanging on by a fraying thread, and any little thing might cause it to snap.
A short silence extended into a long one as Rob convinced his more concerned Party members that everything was fine. He'd never gotten the hang of talking and Messaging simultaneously. To fill the gap, Keira spoke up. "You claim that you are one of Elnaril's arms," she began, "yet I cannot imagine he wished for you to reveal these facts to us. How did you break free? Give us reason to trust you."
Featro twitched. For an instant, his face morphed into a rictus of horror. "Don't know. Am. Irregularity. Original, me, able to resist."
His body shook violently. "Others resisted too. They died, or, submitted. I am different. I have. Merged. Imperfect. Unstable. Unnatural. Won't last."
The shaking intensified. Featro went quiet again, eyes rolling up into the back of his head. This time Rob couldn't help but glance at Keira, who gave him a look that said 'don't ask me'.
Alright then. "I'm...going to try Purging your Corruption," Rob said, raising his hand. "I know you said that would kill you, but it has to be better than-"
The shaking stilled. Featro's eyes rolled back down. Suffocating waves of Corruption poured out from him in waves, thrice as nauseating as before. Slowly, gradually, his mouth split open into something resembling a smile.
"Found you."
Rob swung his sword. It was an attack born of instinct, and stopping himself took no small amount of effort, his longsword halting a hairsbreadth away from decapitating that thing's neck. The Harpy That Was Not Featro just smiled deeper, the corners of its mouth rising higher than should be possible.
"You were wise to stem your rage," the thing said, in a silky-smooth cadence. "There is much you need to learn, and you won't gain an opportunity like this again. I have no intention of letting another minnow slip through my nets."
It bowed, uncaring of the sword that dug into its neck, drawing rivulets of blood. "Greetings. I am King Elnaril of the Harpies. And you, as I know, are Rob the Heartkiller. It's so nice to meet you."
"You're not Elnaril," Rob spat. "You're just an abomination that ate his fucking brain."
'Elnaril' tilted its head in a quizzical manner. "That matter is up for debate. I wasn't always so powerful as I am now. When first encroaching upon this body, I was but a faint whisper of Corruption. My newborn self was no match for Elnaril's strength of personality. Since then, I have grown with him over the years, bathed in his memories, subsumed them as my own. His life is my life. His accomplishments are my accomplishments. In the end, can you truly say who devoured who?"
The thing chuckled again. "And it isn't as if either of us are gone. The good King is in here with me. He says hello, and begs you to free him from his torment. It's a strange greeting, but who am I to gainsay him, when he already suffers so much?"
It took every ounce of Rob's willpower for him to not move his sword. Stand down, he ordered himself. We need intel, and killing this puppet won't stop the main controller.
"Since you named me as Elnaril," the thing continued, "then I assume this minnow has informed you of my designs? Pity. Luring you unawares would've resulted in an overwhelming victory."
It frowned. "Although to be honest, I'm more irked by how eloquent this Harpy is. Controlling an adjunct body seems to make it easier for me to speak when compared to my main body. I suppose King Elnaril's resistance extends deeper than I realized."
"What the hell are you?" Rob blurted out. For once, he wished Diplomacy was still in his head. It was impossible for him to keep his cool when faced with this...this monstrosity. "I've met other Blights. None of them spoke in more than fragmented sentences. And while they could make simple plans, sometimes, they didn't try for anything like this."
"Ah, my dear brothers and sisters." A hint of fondness entered the thing's voice. "I do care for them, although I doubt they feel the same. While my actions are for their benefit as well, they likely regard me as...what do you say on Earth? The black sheep of the family?" It sighed. "Such is the fate of innovators, to be misjudged by the shortsighted."
'Elnaril' reached up and touched the blood running down its neck. Ravenous appetite glinted in its pitch-black eyes. "Of course, even now, I desire to kill you." It rubbed its fingers together, staring hungrily at the smeared redness. "Hurt you. Gouge out your eyes. Strangle you with your entrails. My imagination sings to me, begging for release. Not that this weak body is capable of overpowering you, but the heart wants what the heart wants."
It locked eyes with Rob. "Yet here I wait. Because I know that what I stand to gain is greater than indulging a burst of passion. Delayed gratification...two almighty words that I fear my brethren will never understand."
"And what exactly is it that you're hoping for?"
"Your death. Queen Ragnavi's death." It gestured upwards. "The deaths of those who rule this world."
Rob's eyebrows shot up to the top of his head. "Ambitious, aren't you?"
"Don't act as if you're aiming for any less."
He's got me there. "What did you do to the Harpies?" Rob asked next. If this creature was in a talkative mood, then he was going to pump it for every drop of information it offered until the well was dry. "From what Featro told us, some were possessed, and some died?"
The thing hesitated. "Hmm. I suppose you'll find out once you reach Arieda City, regardless. You see, when I ordered my offshoot selves to take control of their targets, not all were successful. Roughly half of them killed their hosts in the process. They lacked my subtle touch."
It pointed a taloned finger at Rob. "You are responsible for that. I knew you would come to Harpy territory soon after killing the Corrupted Leviathan, even if I forbade your entry. While I would have been perfectly content to spend longer sowing seeds amongst the populace, the Heartkiller's imminent arrival meant that it was time to consolidate my resources."
Rob gripped his sword so tightly that his bones creaked. Don't lash out. Don't lash out. Keep him talking. "The Harpies had to have noticed that so many people died at once."
"Of course they did." The creature smirked. "Which is why I blamed it on our beloved Queen Ragnavi. Mass poisonings, committed by Dragonkin saboteurs. Some of the Harpies were ready to believe me straight away, solely out of their fear for the Queen. She makes an excellent scapegoat. Those who were suspicious...well, what were they to say? My offshoots and I can't be Sensed or viewed on the Status Screen unless we wish to be."
It tapped Featro's chest. "And then there were the rare cases that fell somewhere in the middle. Neither death nor subservience. A twisted existence, praying for death since the moment it was born. I granted that reprieve to all impure ones I discovered, but it seems as if this one's willpower was stronger than anticipated. It nearly ruined my designs for you."
The thing smirked. "Thankfully, my designs for Queen Ragnavi and Those Who Rule Above are proceeding apace. Were we on the same side, you'd be delighted to know what I have planned for them. Alas, it is not meant to be."
"We can totally be on the same side." Rob pushed a strained smile onto his face. "Just chill out on the whole body-snatcher thing. If you do, I wouldn't mind collaborating to kill Ragnavi and the gods."
"...You are a rather terrible liar, Heartkiller."
"Had to try." Rob tapped his sword against the creature's neck. "At least my failed plan took five seconds to design and implement. Your plans for us were, what, years in the making? And now it's all up in smoke."
It shook its head. "My intentions for your alliance have been revised accordingly – although I will admit it to a measure of frustration at being unable to see my original ideas come to fruition. Initially, I intended to bait you towards the Harpy capital with hints of secrets that I dare not reveal. Something to rouse your curiosity without provoking undue suspicion towards your own safety."
"We would've seen through you."
"Doubtful. This gathering of egos called an alliance would've gleefully blamed the Harpy deaths on Ragnavi. Furthermore, your inability to Sense my offshoots would've led you to believe that the Blight hadn't arisen in Harpy territory yet. And so you would have strode towards the capital, heads held high, ignorant of the maw preparing to close shut."
A prickly shiver ran down Rob's spine. All of that sounded dangerously plausible. The coalition might've figured things out anyway, but this scheme was already ten times more complex than what the average Blight cooked up, which usually boiled down to 'hey, look at me, come fight or people die'.
"Unfortunately," it continued, "you've forced my hand once again. I cannot abide your existence, Heartkiller. It represents a danger that my brethren are incapable of comprehending. Neither you nor Ragnavi can be allowed to attain Level 99 – and thus, I act."
Without turning its gaze, the creature reached up and slid its open palm across Rob's longsword. As blood seeped out of the shallow wound, the Blight-Harpy clenched its fist together, smearing more red across taloned fingertips. Thinly-veiled excitement danced across Elnaril's expression as he extended his bloodied hand, palm facing upward.
"I, King Elnaril of the Harpies, chosen Leader of my people, now officially declare war on your alliance, as is my right. All intruders to Harpy territory are to be expelled without mercy."
A peal of manic laughter escaped him. "The public will be incredibly distraught to learn that an army of high-Level Combat Class users have crept into our lands. Clearly they've joined with Queen Ragnavi and are part of her conspiracy – how else could they have mobilized so quickly, invading mere weeks after the poisonings? I even hear they're led by a Human. Who knows what atrocities he aims to inflict upon unsuspecting innocents."
...No thanks. I'm out. While Rob felt bad about leaving the Harpies to this mess, the reason the coalition gathered together in the first place was to forge an alliance with King Elnaril. As that *definitely* wasn't happening, there was no reason for them to stick around in a hostile foreign territory. The Dragon Queen and this monstrosity in Harpy form could have their little slapfight if they wanted.
On that note... "Are you bullshitting, or do you have an actual, legitimate method to kill the Dragon Queen?" Rob inquired.
The creature frowned. "I fail to see what that has to do with my proclamation of war against your alliance, but yes, I do. Don't ask me what it is; that would ruin the surprise."
Rob gave him a thumbs-up. "Sounds good. You have fun with that." I'll be more than happy to swoop in and finish off whoever survives.
Elnaril sighed. "I was hoping it would be easier to stoke the fires of your bloodlust. Where is the raging BERSERKER who flung himself towards my brethren, time and time again?"
"What, you expect me to walk right into a trap? Besides, risking my own life is different from risking the lives of everyone in the coalition."
"A sense of duty restrains you, then." The thing tilted its head to the side in confusion, causing its neck wound to open further and weep driblets of blood. "That is one mortal concept I struggle to understand. To some degree I feel it as well, thanks to Elnaril's influence, but it's a thoroughly burdensome emotion. Duty binds. Duty impairs. It cajoles a person into disregarding their own desires."
The Blight-Harpy's mouth split into another hideous smile. "Which is why I know you'll convince your alliance to press onwards. For if you don't, I will infect every Locus of Power in all of Harpy territory. King Elnaril and I possess knowledge of where the Loci are, and my offshoots would relish the opportunity to become something greater."
Rob sucked in air through his teeth. To his side, he heard a muted gasp from Keira as she did the same. They'd been so focused on the concept of an intelligent, forward-thinking Blight that they'd forgotten about the real reason its kind was such a threat. The Blight was a plague, a pestilence, draining the lifeblood from Elatra and spawning abominations in its wake. Compared to that, an impending war and the machinations of a cunning Leader were minor concerns.
If he creates a Blight from each Loci of Power in Harpy territory, Elatra ends. Full stop. Especially if Elnaril was still in control of Blights afterwards. He'd use their hivemind to coordinate them with more efficiency than any military commander ever could. Rob had barely scraped by while fighting individual Blights with even worse self-preservation instincts than himself. Multiple ones? Using detailed strategy? He could only think of one plan to salvage that calamity.
Help the dimension mages complete their project, and then evacuate as many people to Earth as possible.
"You're lying," Keira countered, her voice wavering slightly. "If you could infect the Loci of Harpy territory, you would have done so already."
"My kind abhors lying, small Elf." Some of the mania faded from Elnaril's face, supplanted by distaste, as if he'd bitten into days-old meat. "Falsehoods are a mortal construct. We know the truth of things, and prefer to express them as they are. While we may mislead you, or have others lie in our stead, a straight declaration of untruth coming directly from our mouths is verboten."
"That's not your mouth," Rob muttered.
"It is. It belongs to me. As do the mouths and bodies of all Harpies graced by my presence."
Rob wasn't sure what felt stronger – his hatred, or his disgust. "You still haven't proven Keira wrong," he spat. "There's no reason for you to leave the Loci of Power alone unless you had to."
"I cannot infect the Loci yet," the thing clarified. "It is King Elnaril's last defiance. Even as I take his limbs, his eyes, his heart, his mind, and his memories, he refuses to let me give that final order. The King knows what allowing me access to the Loci of Power would result in."
It began breathing heavily, like a hound about to feast on a succulent dinner. "Can you trust that he will hold out for longer? That the embers of his tortured, weary mind will stay lit while you retreat to search for a solution that does not exist? Or will you march, and attempt to slay me before I unleash hell upon this world?"
Rob could hear his heart beating in his chest. Something about this moment felt pivotal. It wasn't a simple matter of saying yes or no; he needed to say it right, or everything they'd built up so far would collapse.
Mind racing, he activated Quick Thinking, then Recall, committing most of the creature's words to memory. He followed up by using Recall in tandem with a Message, performing the equivalent of a mental copy/paste function, sending a word-for-word transcript of Elnaril's speech directly to Diplomacy.
"You said..." Rob drew out the pause, buying time for Diplomacy to finish reading. "You said that your kind abhors lying. Does that extend to breaking promises?"
"There are no physical or mental restrictions that prevent us from forswearing a vow." Elnaril grimaced. "Yet I would detest doing so. The notion of betraying my purity of intent threatens bile to rise to the top of my throat."
Rob sent over those statements to Diplomacy as well. They replied back quickly; according to them, while it was impossible to be certain of Elnaril's intent due to his nonstandard worldview, Diplomacy didn't sense any deception within his words. They also made sure to state that they didn't actually know how to psychoanalyze a freaking Blight, and to not take their conclusion as fact.
Which was fine. It was just added confirmation for the decision Rob had already made. He'd stared the Blight in its face on more occasions than anyone in Elatra, and so he understood them better than anyone. In truth, whether Elnaril was capable of breaking his promises or not was irrelevant. This abhorrent creature standing before him may have been a fusion of Blight and Harpy, but even with its essence diluted, a Blight was still a Blight.
Always seeking revelry.
"There's a problem with that gauntlet you just threw down," Rob began. "It's too risky for us. What if King Elnaril's willpower gives out while our coalition is busy marching deeper into Harpy territory? We wouldn't even get the chance to kill you. Do you really want our story to conclude without its grand finale?"
Elnaril's bloody fingers twitched. "No," the thing whispered. "I do not."
"Then let's make a deal." With a dramatic flourish, Rob stabbed his sword into the ground. "The coalition will press onward, as requested. We'll pay you a visit at the Harpy capital. I'll bring free snacks for everyone. In return, you stay away from the Loci of Power, regardless of whether King Elnaril's willpower gives out."
The creature licked its lips. "You must march with the soldiers you have now. No waiting for reinforcements."
Was hoping he wouldn't catch that. "Got it. In that case, you can't inform the Dragon Bitch that we're here. You started this two-front war, so you get to fight it by yourself."
"My offshoots and I will cease all direct and indirect communications with Dragon Queen Ragnavi. She won't be apprised of your presence." Elnaril leaned forward, moisture pooling at the corners of his mouth. "The Harpies, however, will be told first thing in the morning. Don't expect a warm welcome."
"How typical of a Leader," Keira remarked. "You speak of detesting falsehoods, then lie to your own people about our intentions."
At that, the thing simply laughed. "I won't lie – my subordinates will, of their own accord. And it won't be a falsehood to claim that your alliance has come to slay Elnaril, Harpy Leader."
He extended his bloodied hand again. "I accept your proposal, Rob the Heartkiller." Darkened eyes swirled, like vortexes of black smog. "It shall last until either you or I have perished."
Rob's skin crawled as he grasped Elnaril's hand and shook it. "Then we have a deal." And as long as we keep him hyped, he'll stick to it.
Talons dug into the back of Rob's hand. "One last thing," Elnaril began. "I've answered many of your questions, so it is only fair that you answer several of my own. Three should suffice."
With a calm, measured motion, Rob let go of the creature's hand. His kneejerk response was to tell it to fuck off, but for all he knew that would make Elnaril renege on the deal right then and there. "Questions about what?" he asked, through clenched teeth.
"That would be telling. First: if you somehow survive the coming battles, kill me, kill my brethren, kill the gods...what will you do afterwards?"
Rob narrowed his eyes. "Is this going to be a thing where you dig up info on me and then use it to ruin my life?"
"No, but that is an excellent idea for the future," it responded, sounding genuine.
God do I want to sleep. "I'll hang out with my favorite people, visit my favorite places, eat my favorite foods, and live without abominations like you breathing down my neck." Rob didn't give a shit if Elnaril thought that was too vague; he wasn't about to confirm who the Blight should target to hurt him.
"An adequate response." It turned towards Keira. "I pose the same question to you."
She offered it a shit-eating grin. "I'll hang out with my favorite people, visit my favorite places, eat my favorite foods, and live without abominations like you breathing down my neck."
Elnaril raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. Well, that's sufficient. Your verbal replies didn't particularly matter – only that by asking, I made you think of what the true answers were."
Its gaze shifted from Keira, to Rob, then back again. "My third question is for the both of you. Now that you've envisioned your hopes and dreams, crystallized the future you wish to achieve...what will you do when the Heartkiller's Leveling High inevitably overflows? Kill him, or allow him to kill others?"
For a few seconds, they said nothing.
"That won't happen," Keira hissed. Rob continued his silence.
Elnaril let out a long, booming laugh, like malice encapsulated into an earthly sound. "Phenomenal responses." He licked the blood from his fingers, Featro's stolen body quivering with delight. "It will be a mournful day when I have to devour your souls. Keeping you alive to watch this misery bloom would be so much sweeter."
The thing froze – and then, suddenly, it wasn't the thing anymore. Posture, breathing, mannerisms, all changed in an instant. Even before it spoke, Rob could tell that Elnaril had left the building.
"I'm sorry, I..." Featro brought a shaky hand to his forehead, jerking back when he felt blood and saliva on his fingers. "What happened? Why is..."
His eyes widened. "You must kill me. Now. Please. I'm slipping. Soon I'll be another thoughtless puppet. And I'll enjoy it."
Kill you? Rob felt manic giggles bubbling in his chest. You want me to kill you? After what Elnaril just said about Leveling High? The fuck am I supposed to-
Keira swung her greatsword, demolishing Featro's torso in one swift motion.
Rob stared in shock at the corpse's relieved expression. He blinked, blinked again, then looked at Keira. The Savage Warrior merely sighed, wiping blood off her sword. "It needed to be done," she said, "and the act would have hurt you far more than it hurts me."
Maybe he should've been ashamed or guilty at hearing that, but right then, all Rob could feel was relief. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Her lips twitched upward, as if a smile was trying and failing to form. "We must each do what others can't. I believe that's the best way to show support to the ones you love."
"That's-"
Message Received From Party Member: Diplomacy Diplomacy: Is it over? We don't hear voices anymore. Diplomacy: Everyone is waiting outside. Rob: Define 'everyone.' Diplomacy: Riardin's Rangers, the Elders, the Leaders, and dozens of random passerby who spotted all the important members of the coalition huddled around one tent in the dead of night. Diplomacy: People are hungry for explanations. Myself included.
Yeah. Rob rubbed his eyes, then walked forward, stepping over the mangled Blight-Harpy cooling on the ground. I'm definitely not getting any sleep tonight.
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Author's Note:
On that note, gonna take a short break to rest and catch up on sleep. Next chapter will be posted a week from now.
Thanks for reading!

Hello! So we decide to restart the server from fresh and that means everyone will be starting back from the beginning as we plan out what we wanna do and plans for the server forward I decided to advertise it so people like you! Can shape the group rp with your opinions and ideas. We would also like to look for GM, dark users, and light users, these roles will be very important but of course, you can be whatever you want in this world. (update here: we are really looking for more people to make factions and be overall active, we got lots of lurkers which is fine! But more active roleplayers would be much appreciated)
The year is 55 ABY. After the countless wars and battles of the Old Republic, Galactic Empire, New Republic, and First Order, all governments splintered into small factions that fought for power and eventually drained all their resources. In the here and now, the galaxy survives, with powerful factions fighting for territory. Bounty hunters and smugglers roam the skies more freely than ever. Those seeking out the Sith and the Jedi often hit a dead end, as they are only mentioned in drunken tales in bars or whispers from old-timers in the night. In decades past, the Sith sought power through the dark side of the Force, and the Jedi used the light side of the Force to bring peace to the galaxy. But now all the Sith and Jedi have been wiped out from a galaxy that long ago moved on without them.
… Or have they?
It would seem the Sith and the Jedi faded into legend and faint memory. But 55 years later, the core territories' governments continue to govern the galaxy and protect the core and inner core galaxies. The mid and Outer-rim galaxies must fend for themselves, some planets having to protect and govern themselves. It’s an open world out there, where good, honest citizens don’t stand much of a chance, and criminal factions couldn’t be happier, with all these planets and credits for the taking.
A galaxy is a dangerous place, but also a mysterious one. This open world RP would be the perfect place for bounty hunters, smugglers, or crime lords looking to make their fortune, a young force user who’s just come into their power, or perhaps an experienced light user that wants to bring peace or a dark user that wants to bring the galaxy to its knees. All species, aliens, force-sensitive, blaster-slinging, or adventurous characters are welcome. We can’t wait to meet your characters and see where they take this story next.
If you join and make a character, you will also gain a newcomer role which will add more money to your daily income for a small while, with this it will be easier to start up your faction if you so want to

TL/DR- hellish experience with sickness and injury + euthanasia then hellish experience with adoption and return leaving massive void…I feel better writing this.
Some days I feel like you two are a distant memory, And I can look back on your photos and smile, I can look at your urns and paw prints and find some measure of comfort Whatever bitter measure of comfort is possible knowing you both were only 3 years old and then 14 months old.
Until it became Spring.
I lost you both in the winter, With the snow banks piled high, Winter flurries and blizzards coating the world in beautiful, sparking snow that hardly registered with me because I was spending all my energy trying to move forward.
Then time goes slower, life finds a bit of meaning and then the birds come back The sun lingers longer at night The smell of earth and melting snow Fills the air and shoots of wildflowers start surfacing Each day growing more in the sun Snow banks have melted to reveal last falls decaying leaves
I walk the remaining pup in evening twilight and everything is such a painful reminder
You’re not here. The season has changed and I have left you both behind.
I tried to fill the missing parts by adopting a dog. I was ready, I researched your breed, I researched where you came from, I found you by chance, you warmed up to me and my existing pup. You were not a replacement, you were your own dog. For the first time in months, I was happy.
You quickly befriended us. You were doing so well with your training. Your were learning routines. Had careful introductions. Started to get used to a crate.
I thought maybe this is the dog I will be able to keep. This is the dog that will make it. I put you on a puppy schedule even though you were a rebellious teenager. I focused all my energy into helping you adjust to a new life. You were not aware of your large size but you had such a good heart.
Your previous home knew nothing of this kind of aggression. I asked about your history. I even did meet and greets with you. My other dog did meet and greets with you. You were listed as “friendly with people and dogs”.
Until you decided that I am not allowed to be shared. With anyone. Not family, not friends, not even my existing dog. As soon as I am near you, you treat everyone differently. It started slowly and the warning signs were there over time but kept being dismissed. I was told it was just an “adjustment period” and he was “stressed” but I was noticing gaps in your training and you we’re severely under socialized. Not your fault. We did the decompression and backyard time only.
Strangers? Off limits. Stopping to talk to someone 30m away? Off limits. You growled. My brain is going positive reinforcement? place training+ muzzle? Sudden movements meant you flipped into growl and bark mode. Loud noises and you flipped into growl and bark mode. I’m thinking afraid? Counter conditioning? How long?
Even my own dog, who you did slow and careful introductions - I’m aware of the 3:3:3 rule- you suddenly stood and stiffly blocked his way. I’m thinking baby gate? Good treats when both are in the room with me? Place training? Reassess with new dog on drag line at all times still?
I am already mapping out in my head how to make you feel safe, how to make others feel safe around you, how to make you stop hurting yourself in a crate, how to help you feel ok being alone for short times and I tried it and I thought we were making headway.
Then you nearly bit a family member for standing up beside me. This was someone not 5 min ago you were outside playing happily with while I watched from the window.
That’s when I knew. This was not going to work. You are afraid, you are protective/resource guarding and you are insecure and you are going to break my heart and my small dog is not safe.
An friendly off leash dog calmly approached us and you growled with all lips curled back and I realized - you need to be muzzled. This is not going to work.
I don’t have the emotional capability left to train/manage your resource guarding/feaaggression when I can’t “trade” me. You don’t even want treats or toys. People can’t even toss you treats. I don’t have the emotional bandwidth for find a behaviourist to deal with the sudden surge of resource guarding or fear based aggression. Truthfully- I have no idea what I’m even looking at but it’s something that needs professional intervention and is above my skills. And I have tried.
I was told friendly, sociable, confident dog. You have some much work ahead of you. Work I can’t put in. Maybe at one point I could have done it. But not now. I’m tired.
So I gave you back to whatever fate awaited you and disclosed everything that I saw. For that I am sorry. I don’t know what happened to you. I fear what happened to you. It’s put me to a pretty bleak place.
Maybe I should have given the new dog more time. Maybe I should have managed him better. Maybe I never should have got him in the first place. But how do you curtail resource guarding when YOU are the resource. What to do with a dog so scared/resource guarding that he will escalate to a bite so fast aside from keep him out of that situation or manage it. I realized my little dog was not safe around him and my mind was then made up. That dog needed work and I feel horrible I was not able to do it and may have even contributed to his behavior.
I wish all the events of the last 5 months didn’t happen. I wish one day I will stop being sad and angry all the time but I don’t think that’s going to be any time soon.
I feel even worse giving that dog back because maybe I could have made it work. But at what cost.
If you read this far thanks for reading. I just needed to put this into words. Im just feeling defeated. I am not going to adopt or get a puppy again I’m going to let the dog I have live the rest of his life without more changes and maybe we can find some happiness.
Please know I am aware dogs from rescues and humane societies will have issues and need decompression and structure and training. I just wish this turned out differently is all.

Context, I have anxiety, he is a very sleepy person
I want to get some alternate perspectives without bothering my friends but basically, I woke up in the night, I kissed his shoulder and then I thought I heard him get a drink of water so then I started getting anxious that he wasn’t kissing me back so I started kissing him more, he moved a bit and I put my hand in his and he squeezed it back but still didn’t return the kiss so I started asking him why aren’t you kissing back can you just kiss back to which he suddenly got angry like what the **** is going on it’s 4am can you get a grip etc and I was like I’m just trying to get a kiss back and he was like it’s 4am I’m sleeping etc(very angrily and unkindly), I then started having a panic attack, I tried calming myself using breathwork he suggested taking a herbal remedy which I did, he then went to the bathroom and said please do not speak until the morning and I said can you just hold me which he did.
This whole incident really triggered my abandonment wound and whilst I can understand I was being annoying at an ungodly hour, his behaviour upset me…just don’t know what to feel about this as I’m still upset at him for getting angry and he’s still angry for being woken up to me freaking out in the middle of the night

Hey I’m a pretty introverted person most of the time but I like to expand my social circle from time to time. I’m currently working in IT and I graduated in comp sci and geology.
Here’s a bit about me: I like playing videogames the most, I play on pc and I like to play all sorts of games. My favs rn are league and cod. I like to do activities such as lifting and when it’s not cold i like to fish, go outside, go longboarding/skate, hanging out with friends. I like to smoke weed, been smoking since I was 16. I enjoy watching psychological thrillers and my favorite is Donnie Darko. My favorite genere of music is hip hop and my favorite artist is juice wrld. I also enjoy watching anime but tbh I’ve only been watching one piece this year.
Overall I’m down to meet anyone and get to know them. Thanks for reading, I hope you have a good day/night

Hello! So we decide to restart the server from fresh and that means everyone will be starting back from the beginning as we plan out what we wanna do and plans for the server forward I decided to advertise it so people like you! Can shape the group rp with your opinions and ideas. We would also like to look for GM, dark users, and light users, these roles will be very important but of course, you can be whatever you want in this world. (update here: we are really looking for more people to make factions and be overall active, we got lots of lurkers which is fine! But more active roleplayers would be much appreciated)
The year is 55 ABY. After the countless wars and battles of the Old Republic, Galactic Empire, New Republic, and First Order, all governments splintered into small factions that fought for power and eventually drained all their resources. In the here and now, the galaxy survives, with powerful factions fighting for territory. Bounty hunters and smugglers roam the skies more freely than ever. Those seeking out the Sith and the Jedi often hit a dead end, as they are only mentioned in drunken tales in bars or whispers from old-timers in the night. In decades past, the Sith sought power through the dark side of the Force, and the Jedi used the light side of the Force to bring peace to the galaxy. But now all the Sith and Jedi have been wiped out from a galaxy that long ago moved on without them.
… Or have they?
It would seem the Sith and the Jedi faded into legend and faint memory. But 55 years later, the core territories' governments continue to govern the galaxy and protect the core and inner core galaxies. The mid and Outer-rim galaxies must fend for themselves, some planets having to protect and govern themselves. It’s an open world out there, where good, honest citizens don’t stand much of a chance, and criminal factions couldn’t be happier, with all these planets and credits for the taking.
A galaxy is a dangerous place, but also a mysterious one. This open world RP would be the perfect place for bounty hunters, smugglers, or crime lords looking to make their fortune, a young force user who’s just come into their power, or perhaps an experienced light user that wants to bring peace or a dark user that wants to bring the galaxy to its knees. All species, aliens, force-sensitive, blaster-slinging, or adventurous characters are welcome. We can’t wait to meet your characters and see where they take this story next.
If you join and make a character, you will also gain a newcomer role which will add more money to your daily income for a small while, with this it will be easier to start up your faction if you so want to

Part 1 rest in comments. So basically we’ve been talking for 2 years. The first 8 months or so were great, we hung everyday, had sex, made out, enjoyed each other. The one problem we had was she wanted a relationship and I wasn’t ready to commit I guess. Somewhere down the line we started getting into fights, she has anger issues (admits it). Blew up one day at an amusement park and we had a big fight. We took a month or two apart, I reached back out. We started hanging out again, at this point she told me she loved me. I found messages one night, she was almost dating this dude and had sex with him. It was a little argument I was upset but we were apart so I didn’t make a big deal about it. She did bring left overs from the food I cooked to his house*** I asked her out one day after I found out she smoked with another dude, decided to make it official cause I wanted her to me. At this point I loved her as well. We were dating for about 2 months. Toward the end there was a lot of fighting name calling, mostly from her. I wouldn’t show her my message for other girls, there were trust issues on both sides. But we we’re trying to make it work. At this point I was basically living with her. One day I came home and it smelled like blunt in the house, we smoke weed but I didn’t smoke a blunt with her. Said it was with her girl friend (just keep in mind) then after a couple fights she breaks it off with me, I wanted things to work so I’d still come over and try to talk to her,. She told me she needed space and time. And that I wasn’t a good boyfriend. I admit I wasn’t trusting and I had some insecurity, as well as her. It got to the point where’s she started shutting me out, she had me blocked. Was never home. I came to her house one day, trying to talk to her. I ended up locking my keys in my car. Her car was there but she wasn’t answering. It was almost 1am. I was blowing her up cause I was locked out in the cold. And I assumed she was home. My phone was bout to die and I didn’t have triple A. I noticed a car pass by several times. I ended up getting a tow truck, went home. Fell asleep for an hour or two. Came back, the same car was parked across the street. Thought it was weird. She told me it was probably a new car in the neighborhood. We weren’t together but at this point she’d meet up with me, we’d kiss. I’d beg for her back. All that. I really felt confused. Throughout this time she started ignoring my calls for house on end. Which she’s never done before.

Cuddles . . .
I would probably cuddle him or hang onto him a lot while walking. When I was little I used to cling to my parents arms all the time( until they told me to stop ). Being able to hold onto a boyfriend would make me feel pretty secure.
I could literally just imagine us walking down a pier at night. Listening to the waves. I would 100% be linked arm - in - arm with him.
Holidays . . .
I've always dreamed of having a huge family. My family is small but we throw some amazing holiday parties.
I really want to keep that tradition going. I can imagine cooking thanksgiving dinner with future kids and my other family members, with his family there too!
Italian Restaurant . . .
There's an Italian restaurant near where I live. I have no friends or anyone to go there with unfortunately. If I had a bf, I would love to have a romantic dinner ( or lunch ) there.
Their sandwiches are lovely, and I would love to try that spaghetti kiss thing lol! It would probably be messy and awkward though.
Mario Movie . . .
I honestly hope my future boyfriend is a dorky nerd like myself. I could literally see us laughing together!
We could literally go see the Mario Movie together and share our popcorn!
Having a bond like this is something I won't take for granted. I've been isolated most of my life, even holding hands would make me feel extremely loved.
Video Game Award Show . . .
At some point ( with or without a boyfriend ), I intend to go to the Video Game Awards ( the one with Jeff Kelly ). Going with a boyfriend would be SO fun.
Assorted Cheese plater . . .
For one of his birthdays I want to surprise him with a cheese plater. Idk why, I just think it's a good idea! 🤔😎
Matching clothing . . .
I would love to wear matching clothing/T-shirts with him during family outings. Whenever we go out to eat we could wear matching colors, like red.
This has always seemed so romantic to me.
We really would be a team!
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Conclusion
I'm 23, I've never had a boyfriend, and with my inexperience, I'm sure I may appear weird to a potential one; however, I still enjoy dreaming.
I really need to stop using reddit as a diary lol. 😓

I’m 18 and far from a regular user however on new years I was in a club and gummed 2 thirds of a packet and then the other third a few hours later. The day after I had whitish discharge all in my mouth and the lower left side was in agony which lasted for a few days and then turned to just light discomfort for another few weeks. I also noticed the lower part of my gums well below my teeth had became indented almost like some had been melted away and the gum on one of my front teeth had started to recede which is ongoing to this day. Luckily it’s still fairly early recession but not what you want to see. I still regularly get discomfort at the front of my gum especially after vaping. Pretty sure it gave me gum disease of some kind and despite good oral hygiene can’t get rid of it. Am I okay? is that a abnormally large amount to gum in one night? sorry i’m not an expert by any means but the fact i’m still being effected 4 months later has me concerned considering I haven’t touched the stuff since. Any help would be appreciated thanks