22m here. So my female friend (we’ll call her Emily) invited our core group of friends (just 5 of us) over last night for a margarita night at her house. We all stayed up together until about 3am then the other three went to bed just leaving Emily and i together in the kitchen. We ended up talking just getting to know the personal bits of each other until about 4:30 and figured we really should get to bed. So I went for the couch in her living room and settled myself down for the night and said our good nights to each other then about five minutes later I heard her step into the door way and she asked if I wanted to come lay down with her in her bed cause she knew the couch wasn’t the comfiest thing in the world. I of course couldn’t turn down the offer and joined her but we didn’t do anything but just ended up cuddling all night. Our friendship just started about a year ago exactly since she’s the best friend of my best friend’s girlfriend but we’ve been just mutual acquaintances since high school. A year ago on my best bud’s birthday I ended up chasing her around the house blacked out asking for a kiss and she hated me, but over the last year she’s gotten to know me better and turns out we’ve got a lot in common. We only hangout together when it’s all of us in our little group and in the last month whenever we have movie nights she asks me to sit next to her and shes started putting her head on my shoulder and falling asleep on me. Her best friend insists she’s not interested in me and that I’m just overthinking all of this but what are your guy’s thoughts? 

As the title says, in the third Ravenor novel, Ravenor Rogue - The team go through a magical portal door in The Wych House deep under the ice.
It can take you to many places not just in space but also backwards and forwards in time... They step through onto a desolate world in the future and encounter Tyranids who've now reached the Imperium, but they have no idea what they are other than their guide who calls them "The Great Devourer".
Ravenor notices the Tyranids are themselves getting gorged on by a parasite infection infesting their exoskeleton armour (worms), this makes perfect sense, even the top of the food chain will have something parasitic eating off it.

I'm 32 years old, I have a childhood full of horrible secrets, and I've never told anyone about this. I'm not sure if I should put warnings here for people, but there are certain words I can't quite bring myself to type out, even here. So, if you really don't want to read about (or be triggered by) me being forced into disgusting acts as a child, DO NOT CONTINUE!
When I was 6, all I wanted in the world was to hang out with my slightly older brother and his older friends. At the time, he couldn't stand me always following him around and embarrassing him in front of his friends. Little sisters are never cool when you're 7 and trying really hard to be friends with the cool teenager across the street. My brother hung onto our neighbor like he was the older brother he always wanted. My neighbor's name was Kyle and he had the coolest skateboard and my brother thought there was nothing more badass. And I will admit, I admired him too. He deeply impressed 6-year-old me.
My father let us build a tree house that year, but this had become a place my brother chose to use as an escape from me. It was built at the edge of the woods , tucked away inside a thick gathering of trees, high above the ground. Perhaps a little too high. And it was so easy for my brother to close the door at the top of the ladder and keep his annoying sister out.
The day he stopped shutting me out was the day Kyle came over to check out our tree house. I knew they were up there and I desperately wanted to know what they were up to. My brother immediately told me to go away when I begged him to open the door, but after a bit, Kyle told him to let me in.
I'm not going to go into graphic detail, but here's what happened. Kyle told me they would let me in if I promised to play a game with him. And little innocent me, I was so excited to finally be getting attention. I was giddy and I promised to play any game he wanted.
I was 6. I was at that age where I knew there were millions of things in the world I didn't know and I was excited to learn them. So when he told me he was going to teach me a "kissing game" I was a little disappointed it wasn't anything new because my mom and dad kissed me every night before bed and everytime they left the house. I thought those kinds of kisses were the only kind of kisses, but Kyle said this was a new game I had never played before and that when we played, I wouldn't be kissing his lips.
He told me I couldn't ever tell anybody. He didn't give a reason and I didn't question it. Kyle told us he would go first, then my brother. And he promised after that I would always be allowed to play with them if I was really good at the game and they would never keep me out of the tree house.
I was 6 when I first gave someone a blowjob. I hate that I remember so much about it. I hate how I knew the moment he pulled down his pants that it wasn't right, but didn't say anything. I was too afraid they would get mad at me. So I did it.
For clarification, my brother and I were nearly the same age and he had no idea what was happening either. But his favorite person was telling him that what I was doing to him felt like the best thing in the world. Nothing better. He was excited for his turn.
That didn't happen. I got scared when it became difficult to breathe, and when i started choking, the tears started coming. After he was finished and I wouldn't stop crying, Kyle got angry and told me I was breaking my promise if I didn't give my brother a turn. I said no and told him I wanted to go back into the house. My brother said I was being a baby and a bad sister, but I was too scared and I felt sick. Kyle finally said we could play a different game and he even gave me his soda to get me to stop crying. My brother pouted, but joined us when Kyle set up some dice game I really cannot remember.
Not long after that, it happened again. This time, he made me feel so guilty for not letting my brother have his turn. He convinced me that I was being a bad sister and that I would get into trouble for not playing fair. That's all he had to say. To a 6-year-old me, that was enough. What made it worse was my brother's genuine disappointment. While he truly had no clue what we were doing, he felt it was unfair, and he had repeatedly told me I had acted like a baby. I couldn't stand my brother hating me. He was my favorite person.
My memories are hazy about Kyle for the most part. I remember the tree house becoming our safe place and I remember Kyle bringing soda and treats, but so much is so blurry. I remember having nightmares and waking my parents up in the middle of the night a lot because I was so scared. And I remember getting a bladder infection when I was seven, shortly after Kyle made me take all my clothes off for the first time. I'm not entirely sure one has anything to do with the other, but I can guess.
Kyle would often tell me and my brother that his parents were mean to him. He would show us bruises and say his dad hates him, and he would tell us these games of his made him feel better. For so long, this worked to make me feel like I was really helping him.
He eventually stopped coming around, and at some point my brother told me we could never play those games again. I think I can safely assume he learned exactly what it was we were doing. I suppose I'm grateful for that much. He was able to stop. But, as these horrible stories always go, the damage was done.
The consequences...when something like this happens to someone so young, so many different kinds of twisted consequences arise. I'm so messed up and I always have been. My whole life had been haunted by events I barely remember and twisted me up in ways I cannot put into words. I truly thought putting it out of my mind would be best. Never bring it up again, never tell anyone, pretend to be normal. Not damaged, used, manipulated. What the hell was I thinking?
I'm really not okay and I can't keep pretending I am. So tonight I got really high (it's medically approved) and decided to get it off my chest. Maybe this will help. Now I'm going to post this super fast before I chicken out.

Spoilers for a major event in the main story. All credit for this universe goes to u/SpacePaladin15 and all events in this story are non-canon. As always, corrections and advice are welcome and encouraged.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Kona, Venlil Space Corps
Date: [standardized human time]: September 28, 2136, five minutes after previous transcription
She couldn't help but gawk at her surroundings. Walking through the underground Gojid city was a fascinating experience to say the least. The way that each building seamlessly rose out of the rock like a stalagmite, the only unnatural features being the glass windows set into their carved openings, was like something out of a surreal dream.
Despite being smaller than most modern cities, she was impressed at how she found practically everything that could be expected from a modern federation city. A hospital, schools for children of all ages, several recreation buildings, a water treatment plant, and many others that she saw on their short walk. They even passed a public park with large, multicolored crystals as decorations instead of trees or other plant life.
There were certainly differences too however. Instead of a farmer’s market or grocery store, there was a single, large building labeled “rations.” Instead of an exterminator office or police station, there were only small military barracks that were carved directly into the stone walls that surrounded the city.
The thing that surprised Kona the most however wasn’t any of these details, even considering that they were far underground. The thing that surprised her most was a feeling she’d not had for a long time.
She was completely at peace.
She had been trying to figure out exactly what it was that made her feel this way. She hadn’t gone hungry, she wasn’t thirsty, Joseph and his soldiers had provided everything she’d needed. Well… everything short of a bath.
Perhaps it was this new place. Such a large facility… so much protection… surely they were safe now from the Arxur.
Well… not all of us…
A pang of guilt filled her heart. She couldn't begin to imagine what Joseph was feeling right now. Knowing him, he’d likely begun to wiggle his way back out of his sleeping bag, making preparations to come looking for them. She’d have to find a way to make it up to him when the time came. It’s not like she meant to leave him behind like that… everything was just happening so fast…
Perhaps it was it her new friends that made her feel this way? Her tail curled in frustration at the thought. No… she’d never been a “social butterfly,” as Joseph would say, so she’d never had that many friends… but she’d still been at peace before… before…
Before the humans came…
She inwardly gasped at herself when she came to that realization. She’d thought she conquered that anxiety long ago. And yet… now that she was separated from Joseph… she was finally at peace again.
Shuddering with guilt, she subconsciously gripped her leg fur, before pressing closer to Thraxis, her… boyfriend?… lover? She still wasn't quite sure what he was to her now. There was clearly… something there, but she couldn't quantify it.
And besides, he was clearly dealing with some harsh emotions himself. She knew it had something to do with the flowery symbol they saw on their way in. Something that had enough significance to make the usually amiable man become quiet and somber.
Despite all this however, as she pressed herself against him, Thraxis draped his arm comfortingly around her shoulders in a warm embrace. It made her feel safe… secure… at peace…
It warmed her heart that, deep down, Thraxis clearly saw her as a source of comfort as well.
Finally coming to an understanding, she all but purred at him as they continued to make their way towards the Gojid official’s office. They had finally left what could be considered a common area and entered what appeared to be a business campus.
The difference between these people and the farmers was like night and day. Whereas the farmers had enthusiastically taken them in, these people seemed… almost fearful at their approach.
A part of her understood why. Now in the light of "day," the Gojid soldiers were surprisingly intimidating. They wore full body ballistic armor suits colored in a patchwork of grays to camouflage with the cave walls. And yet there was still space for their sharp spines to poke out through the back, making for a frightening appearance whenever they flared.
Furthermore, these soldiers carried far more advanced weaponry than their surface counterparts. While the soldiers above ground had used a standard combat rifle, these soldiers appeared to be wielding some kind of energy weapons. She’d heard rumors from some of Joseph’s men that they existed, but had never seen any in person. All things considered, Wellic’s soldiers made for a very intimidating procession.
And yet… something about the situation just didn’t sit right with her. These soldiers were the city’s protectors. Perhaps different from the Blades in strict purpose, but shouldn’t be any different from the other soldiers she had come across. The Gojid citizens above ground didn’t hesitate to run behind the soldiers at the human military’s approach. The faithful also didn’t hesitate to run to the temple for sanctuary. And this was despite the dangers of intruding upon holy ground. The citizens trusted the soldiers and Blades to protect them.
And yet this city’s denizens had avoided these soldiers like a plague. Conversations stopped as they entered the square. Politicians, standing out with their green sashes, ceased their conversations to stare warily at them as they passed by. Merchants, whose voices had previously been shouting loud enough to echo against the distant ceiling, fell silent as they hid behind their stalls or froze in place. She even caught sight of a Gojid mother pulling their child inside as they passed by.
What is wrong with these people?
She didn’t have time to ponder this however as they finally approached their destination. It was a large and well decorated building carved directly into the central pillar that held up the arching roof above them. The outside reminded her of the temple of Valla. The difference however was specifically what was carved there. Whereas the temple had been decorated by farmers and craftsmen, this building was covered by politicians, merchants, philosophers, and military men.
As they approached the front gate, a pair of guards stood at attention before opening it at Wellic’s salute. Just next to the gate, printed only in the Gojid language was the name of the building.
“Shelter Zero… Penitentiary?” she read out loud.
Wellic paused for a moment to turn around and swish his tail happily. “Oh… you can read our language?”
Kona flicked her ears affirmatively. “A little. I’m not perfect but I did study your culture when I was learning to become a teacher.”
Wellic nodded along before practically beaming at her. “That’s wonderful! With time you’ll fit in quite nicely here!” He then turned around and made his way inside. The part that Kona didn’t say was what was written right next to it.
Thanks to our proud donors…
Below that were the symbols for over a dozen famous Gojid industries. But they were all overshadowed by the same flowery symbol cleverly hidden behind them.
Okay… so they clearly have some pull around here… so how have I never heard of them before?
In her studies she’d never even once come across that symbol. Was it some kind of secret banking clan or something? She couldn’t imagine what else it could possibly be.
As they passed through the front doors, they came upon a foyer dominated by a set of desks that ran in circular arcs around the central pillar inside. At each one, a Gojid worker was busily typing away at a terminal. Kona couldn’t fathom what could keep them so busy but had her thoughts dashed away as they all rose from their seats at their approach. They saluted Wellic which the old man returned before sitting back down in their seats and getting back to work.
Is this what being royalty feels like?
She didn’t know if she liked it. Having made their way to the central pillar, she saw two doors of an elevator open up allowing them to step inside. At a press of a button, the elevator descended further down into the earth before coming to a stop about twenty feet down. When the doors opened again, they walked out into what looked like a highly advanced intelligence office. Once again, a dozen personnel stood up from their desks and saluted them. This group was far more relaxed than the previous one however, happily flicking their ears at Wellic’s approach.
Dominating the center of the room was a holographic display of the shelter and surrounding tunnels. The level of detail was amazing and almost made her pause to look at it before being goaded forward by one of the guards. It took a moment, but as they passed by she could see where she and Thraxis had entered the Blades’ Sanctuary before being found by Wellic. She could only hope that Joseph wouldn’t get lost in the meantime.
Passing the display, the guards finally relaxed as they left their side and marched into a changing area. Wellic, in turn, guided them to a gold trimmed door with Wellic’s name printed on it. Wellic opened it for them before waving his paw inside invitingly.
Swishing her tail in thanks, she made her way inside the room first, finding a more personalized office. It stood in contrast to the rest of the building by having a more rustic look. The stone walls had been covered by wall paper to mimic wood and dirt of an old fashioned Gojid dwelling. Portraits of Wellic’s life framed the walls on all sides. Her gaze took in the photos showing his induction to the Blades, his marriage to a beautiful Gojid woman, a picture of him happily feeding their first child, and many more. Her tail wagged happily when she saw a picture of him crossing blades with a much younger looking Thraxis at the sanctuary. Likely one of his first training sessions among the Blades.
At the very back of the room stood a beautiful crystal desk with a viewing screen built directly into its surface for Wellic to do his work. A large, luxurious chair sat behind it with three more, less luxurious ones sitting in front.
“Go on and make yourselves at home.” Wellic said happily, closing the door behind him, “I’ll be right back with some beverages.”
“Oh, Wellic that won’t be necessary.” Thraxis protested.
But the old veteran only shook his head. “I insist. It’s not every day that Valla blesses us in such a substantial way. We must celebrate!”
With that, the old man disappeared through a side door, leaving her and Thraxis alone as the echo of kitchenware bounced off the walls. An awkward silence stretched between them before Thraxis cleared his throat.
“Do uh… do you want to sit down?” he asked awkwardly.
Kona nodded before making her way to one of the chairs in front of Wellic’s desk. Letting out a pleasurable sigh as she took her seat, her tail wagged in delight as she realized that her seat also reclined. The chair was clearly designed with Gojids in mind so the back of it was a little deeper than was comfortable, but that didn’t bother her one bit.
Just having the opportunity to sit down and relax… She had no idea that she would miss such modern conveniences this much.
I don’t plan on camping in dark caves again any time soon.
Thraxis chuckled at her before taking his own seat. “Yeah… it feels good to take a break off our feet.” He groaned in turn as he also leaned back. “Wow… these are the nicest chairs I’ve ever sat in.”
That broke Kona out of her reverie, prompting her to sit back up. “Wait… are you saying you’ve never sat in a recliner before?” she asked incredulously. “Weren’t you like… the High Inquisitor? The leader? I’d figure someone like you would have enjoyed at least a few nice things.”
Thraxis’ eyes opened, looking much sharper than they had previously. She inadvertently shivered under his gaze. “I’m afraid not. A blade’s lifestyle is one of humility… even for me.” he grumbled. “I have a lot of questions to ask.”
Kona swallowed back what she wanted to ask next. Thraxis was hiding it well, but he was clearly under a lot of stress. She wouldn’t add to it with her own concerns.
Before things could get too awkward again, Wellic re-emerged from the side door, Kona caught just a short glance of a basic kitchen and bedroom behind it. It was hardly larger than a closet but Wellic didn’t seem to mind too much. In his paws, Wellic carried three drinking glasses and a large bottle with a Gojid name so stylized that she couldn’t read it. But she assumed it was some sort of fruit drink from the illustration of several kinds of fruit on the front which she recognized from the vineyard they’d passed through.
Making his way to his seat, Wellic set the items on the desk before leaping into his own seat with a groan and pulling himself closer to the desk. He then reached down to his prosthetic leg but stopped a moment before looking back up at her. The look in his eye was only there for a moment, but it sent a chill up her spine. As quickly as it appeared though, it was gone, replaced by a more gentle view. “I’m sorry, forgive my manners. Do you mind if I…” he said, gesturing to the prosthetic.
It took Kona a moment to regain her bearings. “O… Oh! No not at all, go ahead!” she flustered.
“Thank you.” Wellic whispered back. After undoing several straps around his midsection, the prosthetic came free prompting a tired groan from the old man as he set the metal leg to the side and began massaging his calloused stump. The sight of it filled Kona with sympathy. She was reminded once again that both he and Thraxis were not normal Gojids. They were warriors through and through.
“You know,” Thraxis said, a hint of humor in his voice, “considering how much better you seem to be doing… I assumed you would have finally moved on from that hunk of iron.”
Kona sat quietly but was thoroughly confused. A moment ago, Thraxis seemed ready to get into an argument with Wellic. But now he was just…. Joking around? That didn’t make any sense.
Clearly his ruse had worked however as Wellic let out a belting laugh. “What can I say? I’m a creature of habit and well…” he added, his voice growing more somber, popping the bottle open with one of his claws, “I suppose I’ve been more distracted lately.”
“What do you mean?” Thraxis asked, voicing both of their thoughts.
But Wellic only shook his head. “In a moment. For now, let’s drink!” He then turned his gaze happily towards Kona. “My dear, have you ever tried Golsupa?”
When Kona shook her head, Wellic chuckled as he poured her a glass. “Well then, you’re in for a treat! This is actually a bottle of the first harvest this shelter has ever produced.”
Her curiosity now fully piqued, her taill wagged excitedly as she gingerly took the glass with both paws. As she held it, she realized with shock that it was actually made of crystal and not glass like she thought.
Maybe Thraxis has a point… this is way too luxurious!
But that didn’t stop her from taking the first sip… before downing the whole thing ravenously. Letting out a satisfied breath, her eyes practically sparkled as she wagged her ears happily at Wellic. “This is delicious! How have I never heard of this?”
Before Wellic could respond, Thraxis cut in, his voice deep and grim. “Because it’s not something that the common folk typically enjoy,” he growled. “Golsupa is typically something only the elite has access to.” Kona froze at his tone, a shiver running up her spine as she could practically feel the rage boiling out of Thraxis.
“Wellic… my old friend… you have much explaining to do…” he snarled.
The tension between them was so thick that Kona could practically taste it. Before things got too heated however, Wellic sighed as he set the bottle down and leaned forward, clasping his claws together.
"Very well,” he said morosely, “I suppose I owe you that much.” He then turned a sympathetic gaze toward Kona. “Would you mind giving Thraxis and I some privacy? Just have some private Blades' business to discuss.”
The way he said it wasn’t a request, but rather an order. Kona looked over at Thraxis for an explanation and was surprised by Thraxis nodding toward the door. “Trust me… I don’t think you’ll want to see me like this…”
Wellic grumbled at that before pressing a button on his desk. “Sergeant, could you please send someone to escort our new Venlil friend to her quarters? I think I’ll be busy for the next hour or two.”
Once again, Kona was caught by surprise. “My… quarters sir?” she asked. She had been expecting to have to share with somebody else.
“Yes,” Wellic said morosely, “not everyone who was supposed to be here made it. We’ve got several hundred more beds waiting to be filled. I’m sure there will be many there waiting to talk with you.” He then opened a drawer in front of him before pulling out a small touchscreen device with a wrist strap before offering it to her.
“A citizen ID,” he explained. “It acts as your identification, credit storage, and house keys. Hard to do anything in here without one, but you’re now part of our community.” He then offered a happy expression to her. “Welcome to Shelter Zero.” As soon as he said that, the office door opened and a lone Gojid officer, unarmored this time, made his way inside and gave her a deadpan look.
“Is this the one?” she asked, pointing at her.
“Yes,” Wellic replied, “take her to house B. She’s had a rough couple months among predators so she needs some tender loving care.”
Only now was Kona able to pick up on the condescending tone with which Wellic addressed her. She also realized that it was how he had been talking about her since they first met.
It made her uncomfortable and she now wanted to leave as soon as possible. Before she left though, she placed a comforting paw on Thraxis’ shoulder. Her physical contact made his muscles twitch, but he relaxed a bit as he looked at her.
“Are you… going to be alright?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about me.” he replied, gently placing his own paw over hers. “I’ll see you again soon.”
Kona wanted to say more, but couldn’t find the words. So she simply nodded before allowing the female officer to escort her out of the office. As she stepped into the elevator, she gave the office one last look before the doors closed.
Please be alright… at least until you come back to me…
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The trip from the penitentiary to her quarters was a surprisingly short one. After about a fifteen minute walk, they made their way back out of the business campus and into the normal business sectors.
On the way, Kona managed to break through the officer’s facade and learn a bit more about her. Her name was Telas and she’d apparently been working in this shelter for almost four years already.
“After the Arxur’s first attack,” she explained, “I guess the government didn’t want to take any more chances. So they found anybody with minimal connections and brought them here to go to work building this place. It was mostly just construction for the first three years. My job was pretty boring back then.” she said humorously.
Officer Telas turned out to be far more friendly than expected once she began to open up. She even offered to show Kona around the city the next day to help her gain her bearings and find something to do.
“This shelter is a team effort.” Telas said, “Nobody gets to freeload around here so we’ll need to find out where we can best use you.”
“Don’t worry,” Kona replied, wagging her tail excitedly, “I don’t intend on taking advantage of you people. The fact you let me in at all is a debt I couldn’t live with not paying back.”
For the first time, Officer Telas swung her own tail happily back at her. “Good to hear it! I think you’ll fit in just fine around here. And you did manage to fight off some predators I heard.” she added, a look of respect crossing her features. “We could use a few more numbers in the security detail. Maybe we could be coworkers… ah, here’s your home now!”
Apparently the living quarters were simply smashed in between all the smaller businesses because, when they did find it, Kona found that it was simply stuck between a large restaurant and a fancy cooking store. Why they would even have such things in a place like this was beyond her, but she was just too emotionally exhausted to care at that point.
Housing unit B was a large but simple structure similar to interstellar hotels she’d visited back on Venlil Prime. The lobby was sparse, but comfortable. A few sets of furniture were placed against the walls, several portraits of the surface hanging above them, and a large marble desk acted as the workplace for the unit’s attendant.
Her escort explained the situation to the attendant and, after a quick calibration of her ID, she was brought to her living quarters on the third floor.
“This is where you’ll be staying Kona,” Telas said with a friendly swish of her tail, “if you have any concerns, don’t hesitate to contact us with your ID. We only wish for everyone to be as comfortable as possible during this transitionary period.”
Kona tilted her head at that. “Transitionary? Is there something I should know?” she asked.
The officer tilted her head in kind. “Did Wellic not tell you?” After a shake of her head, Telas sighed, “Figures, you were in that office the whole time. Word travels fast here. Now that we know the Dominion is back, we’ll all be staying down here… for the rest of our lives.”
Kona’s eyes widened in shock. “You aren’t even going to try to get help? Maybe fight back? You Gojids have pushed back the Dominion before.”
But the officer only shook her head. “Maybe if we had stopped them in orbit, that may have been possible.” Her face then hardened with hatred. “But thanks to those damned humans… our military infrastructure is shattered. And then, thanks to you, we now know they have made landfall. We’ve already lost contact with several shelters across the planet. We can only assume they’ve either been conquered… or destroyed… probably both.” She then took Kona’s paws gently into her own. “You’ve been stronger than most to get this far, but I’m sorry… nobody is coming for us. Not anymore. But I promise we’re safe here.”
Kona’s eyes began to water as the reality of their situation hit her again. “How… How can you be so sure? What makes you think they won’t find us down here? You said they’ve found others…”
The officer brushed her tail against hers comfortingly. “I don’t know the specifics, but I was told we have a way to stay hidden from them. The administrator hasn’t failed us once. You can count on him.”
“The administrator…” Kona asked curiously, “who’s that?”
Instead of answering, to Kona’s surprise, the officer went rigid as a look of horror crossed her face before immediately removing her paw and looking away. “I’ve said too much…” she whispered, before looking back at her, the deadpan back on her face. “Enjoy your stay Kona, we look forward to working with you.”
And with that, the officer frantically walked away, leaving Kona unnerved to say the least.
After that frightful moment, it took nearly a full minute for Kona to regain her bearings and enter her room. The door had a simple scan lock which she pressed her ID. After several moments, the screen went from blue to green before the door slid open allowing her to walk inside.
To her utter shock, she had her own room. Considering the circumstances, she assumed she’d have at least a few roommates. But that didn’t seem to be the case. Furthermore, the floor was carpeted, she now had the largest bed she’d ever seen, her closet was larger than her living quarters back on Venlil Prime, and she even had her own washroom!
Usually she’d be ecstatic. She had her own room! She hadn’t had that in her entire life, even having to share an apartment with several other teachers before she met Joseph. But something wasn’t adding up.
This place was supposed to be a bomb shelter right? So then why all of these conveniences? Living here she’d live the most comfortable life she ever had, even more than when she’d been free on Venlil Prime. And as much as this filled her with excitement, her instincts were also screaming at her that something was very wrong.
Unable to process it all, she crawled onto the bed and curled up against the overly soft pillows and shut her eyes, tears beginning to fall once again.
I hope Thraxis comes back soon…
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Author's Note: Hello again everyone! As you may have noticed, despite the length of this chapter, this is in fact only part 1 of this chapter. We'll be going over the inevitable argument between Thraxis and Wellic in the next part but I very quickly realized that there was NO WAY IN HELL I was going to be able to do the whole thing in one post. XD
So I decided to, once again, split this chapter up into two parts. Not quite finished with part 2 yet but I will be posting it hopefully soon. However, as always, my IRL life continues to be unpredictable and insane and it looks like this coming week will be even crazier than usual due to TAX SEASON! (yay...)
So I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed this part and I will definitely see you all next Sunday. Take care!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here… husband is an alcoholic. Ten year marriage. One child. On paper we had it all, jobs, we owned a home, cars, vacations..beautiful life. Behind closed doors he drank a lot and was abusive towards me emotionally, verbally, and occasionally physically. I tried everything you could imagine to get him to stop drinking. In February of 2022, it all came to a head when I called the police on him and had him arrested for assaulting me the night before. Since then he went to rehab, and had been in and out of jail all summer. He finally got clean in September. He had a 16 year military career which… if you can guess is over. His last day is Friday, good discharge just they had enough of his shit. I feel so much guilt. I didn’t want him to lose his job. I am also terrified of our families future (we have been separated but I can’t file for divorce) I still love him and have been holding out hope for us to be a family. I know it sounds messed up. I just hate that alcohol completely destroyed everything we worked for.

She’s a total crackhead and I’m afraid she’s going to steal from us keeps mentioning the things she wants that we have in the apartment. She is literally squatting in the empty apartment next door

Back in my twenties I was what you might call an ‘adventure girl’. About ten years ago, give or take, something happened that changed that. I moved to the city, got a boring job and a boring apartment, and became decidedly averse to the outdoors. I haven’t really told anyone about it in all that time, save my now-wife, because, well… for one, they’d think I’m crazy, and for two, I don’t want to think about it. I’m finally putting it here, though, because you all deserve to hear it. After all, you probably saved my life.
At the time, I had just graduated college and moved from Texas to Alaska, out of a desire for - you guessed it - adventure. I had a job doing stuff I liked. It paid well and gave me enough vacation days to get out and do something really adventurous every once in a while. One thing I’d had on my bucket list since moving north was driving the Dalton Highway. For the unfamiliar, that’s a (generously) highway that goes from Fairbanks to Prudhoe Bay on the Arctic Ocean. It’s a 500 mile, 11 hour drive in the Summer, but thanks to work realities I wasn’t able to get out there until early autumn.
By early autumn, the snow had started, but the plows were still able to keep the highway pretty clear, and I was driving a ‘95 Toyota Land Cruiser kitted out for expeditions (I fucking loved that thing). Besides that, I was an adventure girl. I was prepared. I had camping gear, emergency gear, a satellite phone, plenty of food and water, enough jerry cans for the trip there and back, and Sam Colt’s greatest invention in the center console - just in case. For the unfamiliar, that’s the 1911 (I fucking loved that gun).
I was planning to make the trip in two days, sleeping in the back of the Land Cruiser halfway. I had enough blankets to keep warm, and I had a nice comfy space back there that I could fit in. I’d have to drive slower because of the snow, I wanted to enjoy the scenery, and the sun was setting pretty early by that time of year.
I had a good start that day and the driving was fine. By the time shit went down it had been dark for about an hour and I was getting into the foothills of the Brooks Range. That’s good scenery and also terrain I didn’t want to be going through in the dark, so I was just about ready to pull over for the night when I saw caution flashers up ahead.
For the unfamiliar, a hard rule for any Alaskan is that you always, always pull over when you see someone in distress on the side of a remote road like that, especially after the snow starts. If they aren’t prepared for an emergency, there is a very good chance that you could save their life. So, that’s exactly what I did. I pulled over next to a Nissan SUV - not as nicely kitted out as mine, but not bad, either. I figured they were doing the same thing I was. Small world. By the jack under one axle and the wheel sitting next to the car, they’d blown a tire. What I didn’t see, though, were the people.
I got out of my Land Cruiser, crunching down into the snow and looked around. There aren’t a ton of trees that far north, but there are quite a few patches of evergreens that, while not quite forests, can be pretty dark and thick on a snowy night. “Hey!” I called, my voice going dead a few yards away as sound does in snowy woods. “Y’all need help?!”
No answer. Dead silence, save the faint clicking over the flasher from inside their Nissan. I shouted again. “Anybody there?! I’ve got tools!” No answer. Dead silence.
I considered myself a pretty brave bitch back then, but I’ll admit that I was creeped out at this point. This vehicle definitely hadn’t been here for all that long, but there was no one to be seen. Besides that, the dead quiet and the darkness of the night were unnerving. It wasn’t that weird for it to be silent on a snowy night like this, that far north, but still - creepy. Creepy enough that I hopped back in the car and grabbed my .45, storing it in one of the big pockets in the front of my jacket. Just in case. There were bears up there.
I approached the Nissan and saw footprints in the snow (okay, not a ghost car). One pair had been crouched down at the removed tire, and the other had been standing a couple feet away, by the rear of the SUV. The latter pair had then, at some point, headed off toward the treeline. It stopped a few yards down, paced around a bit, then continued into the woods. The pair near the tire had then - presumably later - gotten up and ran after the first. I was no tracker, but it’s not hard to tell when someone was running in snow.
Now I was really creeped out. I was tempted to hop back in the car and keep driving for a good long while, but - like I said - this could easily have been life or death up there. Besides, I had my .45. It could handle a grizzly. Probably. That was the worst I’d find up here. Probably. So, off I went, following those two sets of footprints into the woods.
It was fucking dark, but don’t worry y’all, I had a really nice flashlight. SureFire, baby. Adventure girl, remember? The dead quiet seemed to get even deader and quieter as soon as I passed the treeline - as sound does in snowy woods. Probably. The only thing comforting me that I hadn’t gone deaf was the sound of my breath and my boots crunching in the snow.
“Hey!” I called again, maybe twenty yards into the woods. “Is everyone okay?!”
This time, I got a response. It was a woman’s voice, and it sounded afraid. “Over here!” it called. “Help!”
I got a spring in my step at that, jogging toward the sound of the voice, shining my light through the trees to try and catch a glimpse.
“Over here!” it called again, much closer. “Help!”
Remember when I said y’all probably saved my life? This is when that happened. I stopped. The hair on the back of my neck had stood on end and a chill had run down my spine. Something was off about that voice. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was just slightly wrong. I pointed my light toward where I had heard it.
“Are you hurt?” I said - voice raised, but not quite shouting anymore.
“Help!” the voice called again - only it was even closer this time. I hadn’t heard the crunch of any footsteps. “Over here!”
My grip on my flashlight tightened and my heart started to hammer in my chest. This was not right. I’d read a lot of nosleep back then, and had watched and listened to my fair share of spooky stories. At the time, I didn't think any of this stuff was real, but what was happening to me felt way too familiar, and it was setting off alarm bells. Something about this exact situation was tugging at the back of my mind as something I should be terrified of.
I tried one more time. “What’s your name?” I asked cautiously.
“Help!” the voice called, and it couldn’t have been more than a few yards off.
That was enough for me to swap my light to my left hand and bring out the Colt with my right. I pointed both in the direction of that voice, and finally caught a glimpse of something besides trees. Off in the distance, barely visible, I could see a bundle of something laying in the snow. It was human-sized, and the snow all around it was stained dark. My head was in the middle of processing what it was seeing when I saw movement between me and the body. Oh shit, that was a body! I pointed my flashlight and gun at the source of the movement.
It was humanoid, with two arms and two legs, but it was all wrong. The limbs were too long and it was too tall. Its hair was thin and wiry, it had antlers - fucking antlers - and its face, which was also, I assure you, really fucking wrong, was stained dark with what I can only assume was blood. I fired two shots and hauled ass.
I don’t know if the bullets slowed it down. I don’t even know if I hit it. I ran faster than I’d ever run before, and by the cracking branches and crunching snow behind me, it was giving chase. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest and my lungs burned from sucking in the frosty air. Once or twice I saw death flash before me as I nearly lost my footing in the snow, but I managed to stay upright. As I ran, I heard more snapping, more crunching - not just behind me now, but all around. There were more.
I got really fucking lucky that night. I was lucky to have spotted the body, lucky to have run just fast enough and not fallen on my face, lucky none of the whatever-they-were (I have a guess, but I’d rather not hazard it) were just a bit closer or faster. I was lucky that I had dabbled in enough spooky stories that my alarm bells had gone off, and I was lucky that the poor couple (maybe) in that Nissan had gotten stranded there and suffered the grisly fate they suffered. After all, I was planning to stop just as I saw those caution flashers. I’d have been right there, in those same woods, asleep. I don’t want to think about what would have happened to me if that had been the case.
I made it to my car, which I was again lucky to have left running, thinking I wouldn’t go far. I leapt in, slammed and locked the door, and threw it in reverse as I saw dark, lanky shapes coming out of the trees. As I got moving, the headlights revealed what had been chasing me. I can’t say exactly how many it was - at least half a dozen. All of them were similarly stretched, pale to the point of being almost white, with various forms of antlers and primitive-looking clothing. I reversed down the road as fast as I dared (without risking going off and dooming myself to certain death) for a good half-mile before I finally got the nerve to turn around, then I flew down the highway all the way back to Fairbanks, only stopping once I found a nice, well-lit hotel in the middle of the city.
The next day, I was back in Anchorage. I thought about calling the State Troopers. Someone was going to find the Nissan, probably find the bodies. They’d find my casings, my tire tracks. I could end up a murder suspect. I decided against it, though. If I ratted myself out, I’d be a murder suspect anyway, and then they’d know it was me. Better to bet that no one could tie me to that scene, especially being as far from local as I was. Over the next week I packed my shit, bailed on my job and my lease, and moved back to Texas.
I never ended up with police banging on my door, so I guess I made the right choice. I still have nightmares about those wrong, elongated things chasing me. I probably have PTSD, but it’s not like I can talk to a therapist about it without ending up in a looney bin. I’m not an adventure girl anymore. I never go anywhere at night, and I stay in the city as much as possible. I didn’t get out of there unscathed, but I got out of there alive, which is better than can be said for the folks in the Nissan. I was lucky.

I work downtown in a city and was assaulted two nights ago by a bunch of teenagers. I was not punched, but instead was pushed/shoved, recorded, called slurs, threatened, and pulled to keep from running. I'm an adult too- in my twenties. I'm forever embarrassed and now scared. I feel like such a coward, but I really didn't know what to expect. I kind of thought I was going to die and still feel kinda lucky that I got away. I'm probably overreacting, but I really didn't know what was going to happen. I called the police and the teens left- shouting out more threats to me as they walked away. Police never showed.
I haven't left my home since and I'm terrified of going to work (around the corner from where it happened). They know where I work for sure- they referenced it.
I reported the incident at my job since it started right outside of the doors to my job. I don't think there's anything else I can do. I am so scared. I live alone too. Unfortunately, I cannot afford to be without a job, but I'm so scared since they know where I work. Part of me wishes they had just killed me.

So I made i post on gojo vs the darkness devil and someone replied in the comments. Now I'm not tackling there response and reason why gojo wins but something they said about gojo.comment in question: https://www.reddit.com/PowerScaling/comments/1221o9t/why_darkness_devil_vs_gojo_isnt_even_close/jdq6ccp?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3
"One of the most haxed out characters in anime, being able to take on multi continental characters despite being way weaker than them (it'd be a stalemate no matter what match up unless they're universal+)" is what he said
Now I will be listing off a few characters that stomp gojo out, a few of them will have arguments for uni+ or above but I will be downplaying them to prove even with much lower stats they stomp him out
1.
First character is jigen(I forgot how to spell his otsutsuki name).
Here is a link to calcs that even put naruto characters at moon level casually and even some feats at small planet level
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:Kepekley23/Naruto_Revision_Calcs
Jigen largely upscales all of this. it is clear he is much stronger and more durable than gojo physically so that isn't even a debate.
Here is naruto being calced at relativistic, I found two calcs for this feature and used the one that makes the naruto verse in general look the worse just to exemplify how much of a stomp this still is
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:USklaverei/Naruto_avoids_Madara%27s_light_fang
Jigen upscales this massively as well. In the post I made on the darkness devil vs gojo, gojo's reaction speed would be at least above mach 4760 and has a movement speed of around mach 2000. So basically gojo is getting blitzed
Now how jigen gets past infinity.https://imgur.com/a/ABVKU5L Sasuke explaining jigen's ability aswell as him not being able to counter it.https://imgur.com/a/iIKgLVo Sasuke showing he cab track baruto from whole other dimensions, yet the rods get shrunk to small for him to be able to find
https://imgur.com/a/Y9RsAbJ. Here it is explained that gojo's brain automatically filters things to prevent them from hitting him. That is where the weakness comes in, the rods would be much too small and much too weak when they are shrunken for gojo's brain to pick up on. Even someone who can sense across dimensions can't pick up on them due to how small they are, gojo has no feats even close to that
In conclusion for the jigen section: gojo is too slow, too weak, and most of all not capable of picking up anything jigen would throw his way. Gojo loses neg diff at best. Likely though the diff would be so low it couldn't even be described as negative, merely imaginary numbers our brains can't comprehend
2.
Next character is naruto. Specifically naruto from the war arc
First things first, as shown from the jigen statement this naruto has relativistic feats and scales to the Madera that preformed a moon level feat. So basically, gojo isn't on his level in terms of raw states.
Now the way he gets through the infinity.https://imgur.com/a/fi3CMNH. Truth seeker orb following Minato through his teleportation.https://narutoversity.wordpress.com/2015/10/10/flying-thunder-god-technique/. Explaining the telportation works on wime and space manipulation, yet the truth seeker orb ignores this quality to follow him.
The infinity also works on space and time manipulation so…
Naruto is faster stronger and has the truth seeker orb that has time and space resistance hax. Naruto negs
3.
Juubidara is next.
All of the previous stats would apply to him, he also has the truth seeker orbs. He also negs
4.
Kaguya
Same shit but she is stronger than those previously mentioned besides jigen
5.
Juubito
Once again truth seeker orbs. Outscales pain's almighty push that was called at small country.
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:DodoNova2/Naruto_War_Arc_speed_(2). He outscales this feat. Putting him over mach 50000. He negs too lol.
6.
Finally off the naruto train let's talk about a character from my favorite series, let's talk about reinhard van astrea
I'm terms of raw stats reinhard would be above Reid,
https://imgur.com/a/TLwHzwK
This is from a translated q&a from the author of rezero, stating in a fight with chopsticks reinhard>Reid.here is Reid with chopsticks casually cutting light speed attacks https://imgur.com/a/oXhkfjS.
https://imgur.com/a/YvVkzM0. Reinhard cleaving through the rezero world and also erases reinhard from existence
https://imgur.io/a/cfDAyMv here reinhard is shown to cleave space between him and a target in half. Y'know the thing gojo has to manipulate to use the infinity?
So Reinhard can split space, erase existence, move faster than gojo and hit hard. Reinhard negs low diff
7.
Another rezero hooray. regulus, sin archbishop of greed
Regulus moves at regular human speed. It should be counted but he can use things to move faster
The issues for gojo arise when we talk of regulus's hax.
Regulus's ability works by stopping the time of himself and thing he chooses.https://imgur.com/a/sYdaoi7. This explains that this makes Regulus and all of his attacks distortions in time. The main purpose of his attacks is they move to there destination and can't be interrupted no matter what is in their way.https://imgur.com/a/Gtgbl0b his attacks tear apart space
Once again infinity is a filter, gojo wouldn't be able to do anything when the space gojo needs to manipulate is being torn apart.
Regulus shows multiple times that the speed of his attacks are capable of hitting reinhard who has intuition that alerts him of any threats.https://imgur.com/a/aUszFyH even so he can set undetectable traps with his ability.
Even though his movement speed is human level. Don't expect to save gojo in a 1v1.
https://youtu.be/EEfLHZg0gIo this is Regulus's aggression when someone who is above him in rank tells him to calm down. Considering the aggression regulus shows, if he manages to see gojo once it is likely gojo dies
Due to the aggression regulus shows, his ability to tear apart space, his attack speed being able to hit and even kill reinhard, and his existence as a distortion in space he negs gojo
8.
Next we are talking about Lillie barro from bleach. This one is gonna be pretty short(compared to the rest)
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:Alakabamm/Lille_busts_a_city_(because_reasons). Calc for lillie's strength putting it at small island level, above gojo.
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:KakashiMask/Hisagi_dodge_negacion_bleach. Speed feat that lillie massively outscales coming in at mach 3961. Lillie has better movement speed than gojo
https://imgur.com/a/LxPLlXh.lillie explains that nothing is fired, it just pierces anything between it and its target
Lillie moves faster than gojo, has an instant attack that doesn't travel, has the ap to hurt gojo, and gojo has no answer to his other abilities that I don't even think we need to get into to prove my point. Lillie barrow negs
9.
Yamin from black clover
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:USklaverei/Black_Clover:_Feats_of_speed_(Yami_vs_Licht). Speed calcs for taking putting him to ftl
Yam is capable of damaging patry who should be comparable to William, who is capable of large mountain level feats.https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:CloverDragon03/Black_Clover:_William%27s_Magic_Tree_Descent_Redone. This doesn't put him too far ahead of gojo in terms of strength
But this,https://imgur.com/a/3kpPQ76. An ability that slices through dimensions and negs durability, destroys both gojo's relativity to yami in terms of strength and his only real protection, the infinity
Yami negs with this attack alone
10.
Finally, last but certainly not least we have, LUFFY
I was debating on which one piece character I should put on here but luffy is cool so why not?
Luffy from his fight with kaido would obviously scale somewhere near him.
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:KingTempest16/Kaido_and_Big_Mom_Shake_Hands. So this puts luffy at large island+
https://vsbattles.fandom.com/wiki/User_blog:EndlessPheonix750/Recalculation_Speed_WB. Old dying wb being ftl, luffy logically should scale atleast but likely above this
https://imgur.com/a/cuXhDc1 ryou example. Allows user to eject haki outwardly as an attack. Main use for luffy was going to be to attack kaido's insides.
Gojo's infinity wouldn't filter an attack that already hit his skin/insides.
As soon as luffy punches gojo the ryou is going to allow luffy to deal real damage to gojo. The ap difference in this situation means gojo gets folded instantly
Luffy negs
Well I'm done. That last one was very very sloppy, so if anyone doesn't really get in, ask and I'll go more In Depth. Anyways gojo is fodder and I'm tired. Goodnight bbg

I'm not sure what time frame to put the movie. I watched it when a babysitter had some people over and someone decided to put the movie on. I wasn't supposed to watch it, so me and a friend stood behind the couch the adults sat on, then walked away when it got too scary. I was about 5-7 so this happened in 2008-2010, but the movie couldve been released earlier than that since it was on DVD.
LANGUAGE: I believed it was dubbed in spanish, but I'm not sure if the person that put it on would put be able to go to the menu and change the language settings because I don't think they spoke english, so it could've been originally in spanish.
MOVIE: From what I can remember, a man kidnapped a woman. They were both white. She had slightly curly hair I believe. He held her captive in a huge cage in his basement.
SCENES I CAN REMEMBER: 1) There was one scene where he makes her take off her clothes and gives her a collar while she's completely naked, so the movie was probably R rated, BUT the lighting could've purposely censored heshe could've been in her underwear, so maybe it could be PG-13. He then washes her clothes in the sink. He hears a knock at his door and glances at a knife, then takes the knife and hides it behind his back as he opens his door. When he opens his door he's greeted by a man and a woman trying to sell something to him. As the other man begins to speak he stabs him in the abdomen. The woman screams. I can't remember if she ran across the street or into the house.
2) This happened later in the movie, and the girl is naked with the collar already. The man goes to his basement and crouches down to talk to the woman in her cage and asks her if she wants something to eat. He then gives her a reese's cup. The next scene is him going to the store to buy it. I remember it unnerving me because it showed me how he's perceived by the outside world, and how everyone's unaware of the type of person he actually is. He talks to people and carry on a normal conversation and they don't suspect a thing.
3) The lady escapes, somehow. I walked in on this scene while grabbing some punch and saw the woman running around the house to find an exit. She turns a corner and screams as the camera quickly pans to the wall infront of her. I'm pretty sure it was the other woman from the first scene, her body "splattered" onto the wall. I know there's a scene from Corpse Party that gave me a Ego Ratatouille type of flashback to this scene, where 2 ghost sisters "splattered" a girl into a wall. It visually resembled that. But my memory is shaky, and sometimes I recall it looking more like crucifixation visually.
If anyone can help, I'd really appreciate it.

EDIT: I'm not talking about EXISTING cars, I'm talking about you, user, building your OWN car from the ground up.
Mine one would be a lightweight compact sports car, with the objective to be the ultimate driver's car but at the same time being the most sustainable as well. The specs are: - S-segment - 2-door, 2-seater coupé - mid-transversal engine, rear wheel drive (MR) - 1.500cc I3 12V camless turbocharged mild-hybrid (CISG + EAT) engine, running on hydrogen - 6-speed manual/7-speed DCT - 48V solid-state graphene battery - carbon fiber monocoque chassis - carbon fiber subframe - double wishbone front suspension - double wishbone rear suspension - 4-piston carbon-ceramic ventilated front brake discs with brake-by-wire - 2-piston carbon-ceramic ventilated rear brake discs with brake-by-wire - carbon fiber monoblock wheels with center-lock - 2.370mm wheelbase - less than 1.000kg
The technologies applied to the car are: - active aerodynamics - active suspension - rear axle steering - torque vectoring
So, what do you guys think? Would you drive it if it was a real car? And how your dream car would look like? Let me know down in the comments.

Greetings!
I suddenly thought of a very dear toy from my childhood in the 2000s. Here is a detailed description:
Four (?) pastel colored little boxes, rectangular with a scallop/wavy design on one of the long edges. Inside, each of the boxes had furniture, walls, a door and a little roof. The walls attached to the box lid, which had a floor print each, and to the roof parts.
The child could then decorate each little room with the thematic furniture, which matched the color of the box. The scale was similar to Polly Pocket and Tiny Dreams dolls, but I don't remember it it came with any dolls
Yellow room: it was a kitchen that came with a table and chairs, a fridge, a little tv (?), and a tea set. Blue room: it was a music room with a piano and a harp Pink room: it was a bathroom with a bathtub, a toilet, and a shower head Lavender room: it was a bedroom that had a bed
This is what I remember. I hope you can help me find the name of this toy. I googled it for over an hour but I couldn't find it, so I'm resorting to this community. Thank you in advance for the help!

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I wanna know if there is a mod or something that allows you to freely place doors and windows in the sims 3 like you can do in the sims 4?

My 4yo is a pretty independent kiddo that loves quiet time to color, draw, and play on her tablet.
My 18mo is a tiny little Tanzanian devil that adores her older sibling with every fiber of her being.
They both still sleep in my room, but share a playroom that will eventually turn into their bedroom.
My 4yo used to sit on top of the couch or at the dining table to do her thing undisturbed, but now baby sister is finally tall enough to climb on the couch and reach the table, all hell has broken loose! There’s nowhere higher up for big sis to go, and she desperately still wants to be in our open plan living/dining/kitchen area and not isolated in their room with the door closed.
Today, it broke my heart when my eldest asked to sit in the baby’s small 4x4 playpen so she could color without the baby trying to grab her coloring book. The baby just stood there staring at her and wildly laughing (this was obviously backwards for her lol), and my 4yo still couldn’t get any peace.
We’re working on boundaries with the 18mo and hopefully this is over in a year or two, but she just will not leave her sister alone. She wants to grab the book out of big sis’s hands to see what she’s looking at. Wants to sit on her head to watch her play her tablet. Wants to color the same exact picture she is coloring. Goes and sits next to the 4yo when she’s in timeout, even! Side by side activities no longer interest the baby - she has to be “helping” her big sis with whatever she’s doing lol. Redirection is NOT working with her.
My introverted 4yo loves her baby sister so much, but just needs a damn break sometimes! Any clever suggestions from other parents who’ve gone through the same thing? Any cool setups that reprieve the older sibling from the baby madness?
And just to reiterate, 4yo doesn’t want to be isolated in her room to do her coloring and reading, and I don’t think she should have to be. She deserves to be in the family space to do her activities :)

Hey!! I’m moving out to Oakville this upcoming September for college, and it’s a bit silly, but it’s a far ways away from home for me and the fact that I don’t know anyone there is a bit daunting. I’d really love to get to know some people and make some friends in the city so that i somewhat have a foot in the door when I head out there this fall. I absolutely love making music, thrifting, rollerskating, board games, and baking! Any suggestions as to how I could go about making some friends in the area would be so greatly appreciated :)