I would really appreciate some help here. I’m at a loss on what to do. Apologies for the really long post, TLDR below.
TLDR; I’m considering ending a relationship of 1.5 years with my girlfriend after her roommate and I got into several fights this past weekend over moving a couch into their apartment. Her roommate prohibited me from stepping foot inside ever again, threatened to call the cops on me, threatened to lawyer up, and accused me of aggravating her. She might have also punctured one of my car’s tires as it was flat the following day in their parking lot. My girlfriend has continuously said she understands the situation and will be coming to my place going forward, but I’m afraid of what might happen in the future since she shares her location with her roommate, have been friends for 17 years, have a matching tattoo together, and the roommate has shown to be a very explosive and volatile person. Her roommate has also been convicted in the past for assault and I’m afraid of what she might do. I feel like I don’t fully know my girlfriend and don’t know how to move forward. Should I leave the relationship or continue to fight?
A bit of a background
My girlfriend, let’s call her Ana, and I have been together for 1.5 years. We met through a cousin of mine at an outing back in December 2021 and started dating right away. Ana is caring, loyal, and has always listened to what I have to say. Our relationship has gone through some challenges, but nothing we have not talked through and somewhat agreed on - we see life differently to some extent when it comes to matters like politics and religion but have always sat down to talk through and resolve those issues. My parents did not get a good impression of Ana when I introduced them to each other, but she has worked hard to do so ever since. When we met I also asked her to go back to school to keep pursuing her degree, which she had stopped years ago, but listened to me and is currently on her second semester. It is important to note that Ana (and Betty, shortly introduced) was in a religion for 22 years that prohibited her from making friends outside of it. She left 5 years ago and had to cut all communication with her family.While together, in June last year, I bought an apartment and moved about 1.5 hours north of her to be closer to my job. Ever since that happened we have had this sort of long distance relationship where we only see each other on the weekends - every other weekend Ana comes to visit me, staying overnight, while I do the same the weekends she does not.Ana was living in an apartment by herself up until two months ago, when her lease was over and the landlord increased her rent by 30% or so. She had to go somewhere and asked if we could live together, to which I declined as I did not think we were ready - moving in together has been something I’ve refused to do because of a very sour experience with an ex-girlfriend. Since that was not an option, Ana decided to move into a new apartment with one of her best friends, Betty, who I barely knew. They decided to move about 30 minutes closer to me. Betty promised Ana she would take care of her, to some extent, by paying more than half of the rent and covering the security deposit. Ana does not make much money and has racked up some credit card debt which she is managing now, so the arrangement made her financially happy. It’s sort of important to note, however, that with the new arrangement Ana is paying about the same monthly rent. I helped her move out and into the new place with two other friends.Betty and Ana have known each other for 17 or so years. They have traveled together and even during our relationship Ana, during the weekdays, has visited Betty overnight to watch movies and whatnot, without me there. At the start of our relationship Ana refused presenting me to Betty several times despite my insistence, because Betty had had serious fallouts with two of Ana’s friends and she was afraid I might not like her. Before meeting Betty I had a sense I would not like her when I noticed that Ana, when Betty texted, was afraid of not replying right away, which I thought was odd. I confronted her but she always ignored what I was saying. Other friends of Ana’s had also noticed the same. I ended up meeting Betty six months or so after Ana and I started dating, which was right after Betty’s ex broke up with her after almost five years of a verbal- and physically abusive relationship. Betty, I recently found out, has even been to jail before due to explosive episodes that have ended in physical aggression, and is currently trying to expunge her records. She was also adopted as a kid and her adoptive father has beat her for years in different occasions. Betty and I only hung out then, when we met for the first time, and one other time two months after, for her birthday. I never had any sort of altercation with her, but noticed she always had some fight with someone, always talking down on people and blaming others for her tragedies. Something that took me by surprise last year was when my girlfriend and Betty went one day to a tattoo parlor and got the same exact tattoo in the forearm as a sign of their friendship. Up until then my girlfriend only had two other tattoos that were very small - one by her ankle and another one by her ribcage. This one that she got with Betty is the only truly visible one. That day I remember being extremely surprised when she showed it to me, seeing how she had not even mentioned she was going to get a tattoo, but comes home with the biggest one she has had, and on the forearm.Fast forward to Saturday: Betty and I lose it with each otherMoving forward to last weekend, I visited Ana at her apartment for only the second time in the last two months after she moved in. I drove over Saturday early in the morning and was greeted by my girlfriend making breakfast for me and her roommate. We all ate and Betty asked to spend the day with us, since she needed to go to the library to study for an exam, which my girlfriend and I had planned on doing, so that she could study for one of her classes. They also made me aware of a couch one of Betty’s friends was giving her for free, and Betty asked for my help to pick it up later. The day went well at the library (4 or so hours) but started to shift when we went out for late lunch after - Betty asked for spicy wings at a local bar and threw a fit when the wings came with not sauce, calling the manager of the place and insulting the cooks and staff. After that ordeal we went to UHAUL to rent a truck for the couch. Like idiots, we ended up breaking what we thought was the ignition key (it wasn’t, just an attached key for the back doors) inside the car’s key hole. This sent Betty screaming and insulting me, out of the blue, calling me an idiot and other words I cannot recall. I yelled back at her which only escalated the situation. UHAUL management stepped in and they got us a pickup truck at no additional cost. We live in a big city in South Florida. I drove with Ana in the middle seat and Betty on the passenger side for about 40 minutes to pick up the couch. It is 10PM on the dot when we get to the community where Betty’s friend lives. A security guard, as I parked the truck, approached us to say the HOA does not allow trucks at that time. Betty starts insulting him several times as I drive away and parked about half a block from the community, at a plaza right next to it. We proceeded, for the next two hours, to carry out the couch from a second floor to the first, moving it over a 5 feet wall (with me jumping over) to avoid going around the community, then walking with it for half a block and than putting it on the bed of the pickup truck. All in 90 degree humid weather.As I am sweating and huffing while fastening the couch on the bed of the truck by myself, with Betty and Ana talking by the side of the truck, I notice Betty looks tired and miserable, to which I asked jokingly “why the long face?”. Betty proceeds to tell me I am not being funny with that question and starts to yell at Ana, saying how she is useless, how she herself (Betty) had to do everything regarding the couch and no one helped her, how “her man” (meaning me) was not able to afford a couch for her, and other stuff I cannot remember. She called me an idiot, and called me slick, and said I was not funny with my stupid jokes, and kept yelling I was not helpful. I started to yell back at her saying how it had been six hours since we had been helping her. I also, at that point, lost it all and said “where are your friends right now to help you? Holy shit, I am literally on the bed of this truck fastening your couch and you are so ungrateful”. I was yelling as she was yelling back, and in that moment the yelling match turned something like the following:Betty - “you are so fucking useless, IT’S ALWAYS ME GETTING SHIT DONE, no help from anyone, ALWAYS ME”Me - “what the fuck are you talking about? We are LITERALLY helping you right now, what the fuck”Ana - “guys please stop, can’t we all just get along, please?”Betty - “Bro you are not funny man, who the fuck said you are? I am so tired of your shit, your stupid comments and jokes throughout the day”Me - “where the fuck are your friends to help you? You are so fucking ungrateful; you jump from dick to dick and will never find love, you have no fucking friends”Betty - “WHAT THE FUCK. Your bitch is a whore man, she doesn’t even wear condoms. A fucking whore and a fucking submissive bitch, that’s why you are with her”Ana - “guys please stop”Me - “Don’t you fucking dare talk about Ana that way, be fucking respectful”Betty - “A fucking whore is what she is, and submissive, and worthless”At that point we are yelling at each other and Betty starts saying that I am assaulting her, and threatens to call the cops. She grabs her phone to make a call and I start filming with mine, making it very clear that at no point have I put my hands on her or planning to, at all. She starts yelling at me for recording her and bring up her lawyers and the cops, and how recording her without her consent is illegal. We are calling each other names and I continue to film. She is also in disbelief at how my girlfriend is “not defending HER”. In reality Ana was trying to stay out of it.Needles to say, the way back to their apartment with the couch was extremely uncomfortable. It was very quiet for the first 20 minutes until Ana asked us why we can’t just get along, which made Betty go off again, yelling at how I am slick, worthless, and so many names I cannot remember. Betty said she does not want me to step foot in HER house, and continued to say she would break the lease and have my girlfriend’s stuff out of her place. When we got to the apartment I let them carry the couch inside and asked my girlfriend to bring my stuff (a backpack and a duffle bag) out of the apartment. I did not want to step foot inside for my own safety. Betty does not have a gun but I am sure she would have used it if she did, either to threaten or God knows what. As I was leaning on the frame of the door Betty asked if I would come in, to which I said no, and she also slammed the door on my face and prevented Ana from opening it, positioning herself in front of the door and yelling that “if she steps foot outside she would kick her out” to which I kept yelling that Ana is also in the lease. When Betty opened the door I told her I would call the cops if she tried one more time to hold Ana hostage inside. She went off again and threatened to lawyer up and kick Ana out. After much yelling and cries from Betty, I ended up stepping inside, closing the door behind me, and talking to them both to de-escalate the situation.At this point it is 2AM and after much yelling I apologize to my girlfriend’s roommate for stepping over the line when I basically called her a whore. I was a total piece of shit in that regard and sincerely felt like apologizing. Betty did not apologize but she said I could stay over. She said she will forget about the whole situation and that all she needed was to cry and get over what I had said. She went to the balcony to smoke weed and I left the apartment to basically cry out of frustration. Ana followed me and after 30 minutes or so talking outside I told her I had to leave. I did not feel safe sleeping over and did not know if I could ever feel safe again in that space. I walked over to my car and drove home for an hour. I went to bed at 3:30AM and woke up at 6:50AM, took a shower, and headed back to my girlfriend’s apartment complex to return the truck which we had to do by 9AM.Sunday: flat tire and location sharingIt’s now Sunday morning. I get to my girlfriend’s apartment at 8:15AM, where I leave my car parked, and with her on the passenger seat drive over to the UHAUL, which is about 20 minutes away, to return the truck. Everything is done on time and after getting my girlfriend’s car from the UHAUL parking lot we stop at a diner to have breakfast. We get back to her apartment at around 10:20AM and by 10:25AM we are driving over to my place, each of us in separate cars. About 10 minutes after leaving I get a flat tire notification on my car’s dashboard and pull over at a near gas station to see what was going on. The car had gone from 35PSI in one of the rear tires all the way to 15, and kept going down. I end up driving the car over to a TiresPlus close by, which later confirmed the flat tire was due to a hole on the outside which “had been caused by an object that went in and out, more than likely a screwdriver or a knife”. Needless to say I had to pay ~$200 for a new tire.I told Ana there is no way this was coincidence and that I suspected Betty had done something to that tire. She said she did not think it could have been the case since there is no way Betty knew where I parked. I did not think that logic made sense since Betty knows exactly what car I drive and she was in the apartment, in her room, when Ana and I left earlier to return the truck. She basically had two hours to do anything. On top of that, I found out that Ana actively shares her location with Betty via iMessage, and vice versa. Ana and I also have that sort of arrangement. They have been doing it for years.Ana and I spent the Sunday sleeping at my apartment pretty much. I could not get the situation out of my head and barely slept, but being together made me feel better. We talked about the future extensively and Ana promised me that she will cut all communication with Betty once the lease is over, but currently there is nothing she can do. She also brought up living together again, and the following day also told me how she was looking into jobs that are close to my place.Monday: going on a break with AnaAna went to work on Monday morning (5AM) from my house and I worked from home. I did not get anything done thinking about the whole situation and later in the afternoon Ana and I continued to talk about it. Later at night, as Ana was sending me text messages on how she was cleaning the house, Betty was also posting on social media about it. I told the whole story to my best friend who seemed mortified about the situation and asked me to be careful. Monday night I sent Ana a long message explaining that I need some time to think about our relationship. I said that I could not trust her judgement and was afraid for what might happen if she still hangs with this crazy person not now, but in the future as we think of a life together. Will she be at our wedding? At her birthday parties? Will she be involved in our lives? Even though she has told me she will not, I know that Ana has been well aware of how Betty is but nothing has changed in their friendship these past 17 years. It has only become stronger.Ana was very hurt from my message and called me right away. After a one hour conversation where she pushed me to decide on breaking up or continue the relationship she hung up when I told her to please give me until Friday. She does not understand how it is that I am re-thinking our relationship if it is that I love her. I do, and care so much about her, but have not been able to move past what happened and the fear that she might introduce me to similarly dangerous people or environments, be it with Betty or with someone else, is severely impacting my ability to think there is a future here. To keep the story short this is the third time Ana has tried to, or has introduced me to, people or situations that pose a danger to me and her. I also have not been able to get out of my head how it is that she is friends with this person, Betty, who is so visibly crazy and with whom she has a matching tattoo, years of friendship, experiences, etc.Tuesday: Ana’s early morning call and social media login attemptAt 7:30AM today, as I was getting ready for work, Ana called me to tell me she was sorry for blocking me on social media and on iMessage. By doing that I no longer have access to her location. I was not aware since she had done that at night, after I had asked for some time. She told me she “did not want me to think the posts from her story were directed toward me”. She also told me that “she wanted to have some sort of control seeing how I was having her wait for a decision and felt lost”. She also confessed she could not sleep and had gotten to work very early, thinking through everything in her car at her workplace parking lot. Ana begged me to please consider our relationship and after trying on the phone we hung up for the day, and have not talked since.I am in a situation where I have to decide whether to have Ana move in with me, live with the fact that she is with a psycho for the next ten months, or simply leave it all behind despite how much I care about her. I don’t know if I am ignoring some red flags and that’s really the reason why I needed the time and am seeking some help on here. I don’t know if I am in the wrong and would like some clarification because I truly feel so lost. Ana has done so much for me in the sense that she listens and I know she loves me, but I am just afraid of her judgement and what she might bring into the relationship in the future. I also feel like I don’t know her like I thought.Should I lie the relationship or continue to fight? Would sincerely, wholeheartedly appreciate some advice.

Backstory: So I have this friend (We'll call him J) and we've been great friends for 8 years. We're in our late teens. J is a pastor's kid, and we're christians. Please don't hate, but our religion doesn't agree with the LGBT and stuff, but I like this community nonetheless. So There have been many times that raised flags if J was gay for me or not:
I was at his house one time and we were chilling on his bed. We were next to each other, but a blanket kept us apart. I was watching memes and J overheard and wanted to come see. I turn my head to see his reaction, and his face was like 3 cm away from mine, and he didn't seem bothered. He rolled back over to watch instagram reels (IDK tbh). I found another meme and wanted to show him. He was laying in a way where he was on his side, and he was wearing a tank top and sweatpants. His hip was exposed much normally than usual. I decided to get his attention by tapping his hip, and he resonded. After that, I found another meme, and his hip was still there. I tapped again, but this time, I rested my hand on his hip, and he didn't say anything about it.
Second time, I was at church when it ended, and my church likes to fundraise and sell food. I was standing outside of the door trying to get a line in place when J comes up to me. I dab him up, as usual, and then he looks straight into my eyes, and goes "Heyy", like in a way you'd hit on someone. I said hi back, a little bit of butterflies in my stomach as he walked inside.
Third time, I was at worship practice for my church (I know, I go to church a lot) and me and J were playing volleyball in the courtyard. I was inexperienced, and he was on a high school team, so he showed me how to properly stand. He took his hand and put it on my inner thigh and made me spread my legs a bit, but it was a firm grab and it lasted 4 seconds longer than it usual should have.
Here's where it begins to get confusing. i was at a restaurant with J when we were playing clash royale together. He accidentally pressed an emote that showed a heart, and I did one back which blew a kiss. He went ,"That's gay bro." And I was like "Yeah but you went first."
So I'm confused here. Does J have feelings for me? or is he hiding them? Or is he just straight but comfortable around me? I could probably be overthinking it. (Also another detail. I was at a house party and J was there. J and his other friends were playing basketball. When it was time to check up, J would stand near me and bend over, while looking back at me a couple times. When we had a half time break, he sat near me. Then one of his friends said while looking at me "Hey everyone, J's got a crush on someone!" But there were only boys there.)

I found dating apps on his phone, texts to and from multiple different women,love bites on his neck, used knickers in his bed… so yeah I left. I packed up all my stuff apart from an old coat I don’t want anymore.
He text me when I left, and I ignored it. He text me again some time after saying I’d forgotten the coat. After this I unfollowed him on all social media, and haven’t spoken to him since leaving his house the day I found out he cheated.
He’s now sent me another message saying “seriously, I really need to know what to do with your coat, I really don’t want to throw it away because it’s so expensive”
🙄 it was from a thrift store and it’s like the middle of a heatwave!!!!
Best to reply, block or what? I honestly don’t want the coat, don’t want him, but I also don’t want him to think I’m playing games by leaving it there!

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• 0.1 Community Law https://communitylaw.org.nz/free-legal-help/ (Free legal help throughout New Zealand.)
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1.1 Ministry of Justice Civil Law: https://www.justice.govt.nz/courts/civil/ (Civil cases can include disputes over business contracts or debts, or disputes between neighbours, or debt recovery.)
1.2 Disputes Tribunal: https://www.disputestribunal.govt.nz/ (The Disputes Tribunal is a quick and cost-effective way to settle disputes.)
2. Consumer protection
2.1 Consumer NZ https://www.consumer.org.nz/ (an independent, non-profit organisation dedicated to getting New Zealanders a fairer deal.)
2.2 Consumer Protection https://www.consumerprotection.govt.nz/ (MBIE's online guide to NZ laws that protect you when buying from, or sharing your information with, businesses selling in New Zealand, including online retailers.)
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3.1 Ministry of Justice Criminal Law sector https://www.justice.govt.nz/justice-sector-policy/regulatory-stewardship/regulatory-systems/criminal-law/ (encompasses the definition, deterrence, and punishment of criminal conduct. What is and isn’t acceptable conduct in our society.)
3.2 Ministry of Justice Criminal Law https://www.justice.govt.nz/courts/criminal/
3.3 Victims Information https://www.victimsinfo.govt.nz/ (for people affected by crime)
3.4 Victim Support https://victimsupport.org.nz/ (a free, nationwide support service for people affected by crime, trauma, and suicide in New Zealand, helping clients find safety, healing, and justice after crime and other traumatic events.)
3.5 Healthline's Sexual Assault Resource Guide https://www.healthline.com/health/sexual-assault-resource-guide#online-forums-and-support (We hope this guide can serve as a resource in your time of need and answer any questions you may have about what to do next.)
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4.1 Employment New Zealand https://www.employment.govt.nz/ (MBIE's resources that may help you find out more about the different laws that apply to employment relationships and how the Employment Relations Authority and the courts apply that law.)
4.2 NZ Council of Trade Unions - your rights https://union.org.nz/rights/ (Everyone has the right to decent and productive work, in conditions of freedom, equity, security and human dignity. Unions ensure that, as a worker, your voice is heard, your views are respected and your rights under the law are upheld.)
4.3 NZ Govt - Workers Rights https://www.govt.nz/browse/work/workers-rights/when-you-have-a-problem-at-work/ (NZ Government's guide - if you have a problem at work talk to your boss directly. If you cannot solve it you can get help from government and other organisations)
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5.1 Ministry of Justice Family Law https://www.justice.govt.nz/family/
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6.1 Medical Council of New Zealand https://www.mcnz.org.nz/support/support-for-patients/your-rights-as-a-patient/ (The Code of Rights applies to both public and private facilities, and to both paid and unpaid services. It gives you as a patient, the right to be treated with respect, receive appropriate care, have proper communication, and be fully informed so you can make an informed choice.)
6.2 Ministry of Health https://www.health.govt.nz/your-health/services-and-support/your-rights (When you use a health or disability service, your rights are protected by the Code of Health and Disability Services Consumers’ Rights.)
6.3 Health and Disability Commissioner http://www.hdc.org.nz/ (The Health and Disability Commissioner promotes and protects people's rights as set out in the Code of Health and Disability Services Consumers' Rights. This includes resolving complaints in a fair, timely, and effective way.)
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7.1 Tenancy Services https://www.tenancy.govt.nz/ (MBIE's Tenancy information for landlords and tenants.)
7.2 Housing Advice Centre https://housingadvice.org.nz/advice/ (We can help! We are a free independent service. We can help you out of homelessness. We can support you in fulfilling obligations to maintain housing obligations. We provide education for agencies and case workers on the tenancy act and how to assist homeless persons.)
7.3 Renters United https://rentersunited.org.nz/help/ (Renters United is focused on changing laws to make renting better for everyone, and don’t provide support with particular renting situations. However, there are some places listed here by Renters United that you can turn to for support.)
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8.1 NZ Law Society Property Law for the Public https://www.lawsociety.org.nz/branches-sections-and-groups/property-law-section/property-law-for-the-public/ (Lawyers are trained to understand and advise on the implications of buying and selling property. Buying and selling a property extends far beyond the transfer of legal title. Your reasons for buying and selling, your family and financial circumstances, your plans and expectations for your own future and that of your family, and what happens to the property when you die are just some of the issues a property lawyer will consider and discuss with you)
8.2 Real Estate Authority - Settled https://www.settled.govt.nz/ (valuable information, checklists, quizzes, videos and tools — from understanding LIMs and to sale and purchase agreements, to when to contact a lawyer, settled.govt.nz explains what you need to know)
8.3 Consumer NZ - Neighbourhood disputes https://www.consumer.org.nz/articles/neighbourhood-disputes (There are a number of laws that may assist with common neighbourhood problems such as noise, rubbish, fencing and tree problems. Some practical solutions to resolving them.)
9. Traffic
9.1 Waka Kotahi NZTA - Road Code https://www.nzta.govt.nz/roadcode/general-road-code/ (A user-friendly guide to New Zealand's traffic law and safe driving practices.)
10. Constitutional & Government
10.1 Governor-General https://gg.govt.nz/office-governor-general/roles-and-functions-governor-general/constitutional-role/constitution/constitution (New Zealand's constitution is not found in one document. It has a number of sources, including crucial pieces of legislation, legal documents, common law derived from court decisions as well as established constitutional practices. Increasingly, New Zealand's constitution reflects the Treaty of Waitangi.)
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10.3 Te Tari Taiwhenua Internal Affairs https://www.localcouncils.govt.nz/ (Local government in New Zealand, including sector-wide statistics, the relationship between central and local government, and how you can participate in local government policy decisions.)
10.4 Citizens Advice Bureau - Bill of Rights Act https://www.cab.org.nz/article/KB00001324 (What are my rights under the Bill of Rights Act?)
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Here is chapter 16 of Tight Money.
Special thanks to u/SpacePaladin15 for creating the universe and allowing fan writers to join the fun.
Additional thanks to u/BiasMushroom, u/YakiTapioca, u/cruisingNW, u/SavingsSyllabub7788, u/YaaliAnnar, u/White_Dragon_Coranth, u/Illwood and u/Redundant-Honse for letting me use elements from their fanfics in mine.
Thanks to u/Zyrian150, u/Saint-Andros, and u/Eager_Question for proofreading this chapter.
Today, I have 3 character updates for you. We get to see good things happen to Leena and Dani and we get another update on what Niit is up to as well as revisiting some old characters and introducing a new one. This chapter was my first in collaboration with u/Eager_Question. We are doing a crossover for the next few chapters of Tight Money. A huge thanks to them for entirely changing the trajectory of my plans for Niit and Leena. I'm excited for where this is going.
I love your comments so please tell me what you think so I can get better or if you have suggestions for future snippets of life on Venlil Prime you would like to see me cover, leave it in the comments.
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Memory transcription subject: Leena, Human Refugee Host
Date [standardized human time]: November 7, 2136
The smell of delectable food woke me up before my alarm – a sweet scent with a hint of roasted vegetables. My stomach demanded a meal, and glancing at the clock, I could see that I had some time before the twins would wake. Eagerly walking to the kitchen, I saw Dani had placed out all manner of items on the counter. She stood in front of her ‘hot plate,’ stirring a steaming pot that emanated the delightful aroma.
“Good morning, sleepy head!”
“Good waking, Dani. What are you up to with all those fruits and jars?”
“Well, you remember how I told you I was going to make some chalk for the neighborhood kids? That’s what I am doing right now – I'm making colored chalk! It's a fun DIY project. You see…”
“That did not translate correctly. The translator said, ‘letters of the English alphabet ask for clarification.’”
“Oh, it is an acronym that stands for the English words, ‘do it yourself.’ A lot of humans are pretty handy and have the skills to make the things that most people buy from a store. Sometimes they make things to save money, some do it for the challenge to see if they can, some do it because they want to customize something, and a lot of people do it because they enjoy doing it.”
“Like you said at our meal, this last paw.”
“Yeah! First, I slice up these fruits and vegetables into thin slices and boil them in water for [10 minutes]. The boiling process helps extract the natural pigments from the foods. Once I've boiled the fruits, I strain the colored water and keep it aside.”
Dani reached for a strainer and gently poured the steaming water into another pot and put that on the ‘hot plate.’ She set the slices of fire fruit on a plate and took a tentative bite out of a slice. I followed suit and to my delight, the fruit had a new mellower flavor with a hint of sweetness. Looking over the counter while I snacked on the boiled slices of Firefruit I got a better look at the jars of colored water and a few with colored powders.
“Okay, I'm following so far,” I pointed to one of the powder jars. “What are the powders for?”
“I’m doing an experiment. I want to see if I can use the pigment water as is or if I have to bake it to remove even more of the moisture in order to get a good color. I’ve never used these vegetables before so I need to do some trial and error to get this right.”
Dani had received a small strayu forge a few days ago in the mail and was putting it to good use making all manner of things except strayu. Honestly, I had no idea you could do anything else with them. Humans think of the strangest things. The forge dinged alerting her that it was done with whatever it was doing. She pulled out a tray of shriveled up Firefruit slices and transferred them to an empty plate. Dani laid several more fresh Firefruit slices on the trays and began the process anew.
“Dehydrated slices make wonderful snacks. Now, I take plaster,” Dani scooped some white powder into a cheap plastic bowl and poured in two scoops of the colored water, “and mix it with the colored water we obtained earlier. The plaster acts as a base and helps give the chalk a solid form.”
“Dani, that's so clever! So, the colored water gives the plaster its colors?”
“Exactly! The colored water mixes with the plaster, and we end up with a mixture that has the desired colors. Oh, and while I'm doing this, I'm also pouring the mixture into these silicone molds.”
I watched as Dani mixed the blue water and white powder until it turned into a light blue soup. Dani poured the liquid into the cavities of the flexible trays and scrunched up her face the way she did when she was unhappy or thinking.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, it is supposed to be a much deeper blue than this. I think I’ll have to find something else to make a better dye or try the powder method. Oh well, live and learn.”
Dani began to clean up just as my alarm went off, informing me that I needed to get the children ready and fed. When I came out of my room after feeding the twins and grooming their fur, Dani had finished cleaning the counter and sitting on the couch browsing on her tablet. She looked up as I sat down.
“You get your cast off today right?”
Peering at the clock on her tablet, “Yes, my appointment is in quarter a claw at the out-patient recovery facility. It is only a short ride away. Would you?” I passed the twins to Dani before I stood. “I need to get ready.”
“Come here little babies, let's play hide and peek-a-boo.”
A quick shower later and I returned to find Dani loading the twins into the stroller; still talking to them in her higher pitch and smiling. Nothing out of the ordinary about that but what was out of the ordinary was that Vissa and Tas were also showing their teeth. Not quite a smile but not for lack of trying. I wasn’t sure what to say about that. I didn’t want Dani to stop smiling at Vissa and Tas but that behavior worried me.
“Okay, we’re ready.” Dani reached in and tickled my children. When they were done laughing they ceased to show their teeth much to my relief.
“Dani, when I get the cast off and return this scooter, is there anything you would like to do? I would rather not go back home and sit down once I can walk again.”
Dani’s eyes sparkled at my suggestion. “I would love to see some of your museums and I read about these places where people can make communal art. Could you show me one of those?”
“I would love to.” I’m glad I can do something nice for you, after all you have done for me.
Memory transcription subject: Niit, Capitol Spaceport Logistics Coordinator
Date [standardized human time]: November 9, 2136
I was fortunate. Only three claws after I was fired from the spaceport a new job presented itself. It was a temporary job but it would give me time to find something permanent and help my job history. Getting fired looked worse than the contract ending. They had advertised that they needed someone to come in and finish a new facility. I wondered what happened to the last coordinator. I sent in my application, trying to highlight that I had some experience in procuring building materials for the maintenance of the spaceport hangars.
I was given an interview time for the following paw. That didn’t give me much time to prepare and the place was a bit out of the way. I had to take the train out to the outer ring of the Capital and then walk [20 minutes] more but at least it was easy to find; I could hear the construction a [kilometer] away. A yotul was outside watching the construction crews, obviously impressed with the advanced construction equipment.
“Excuse me,” I tried not to be respectful and not shout, “could you direct me to the project manager's office?”
The yotul looked at me and then pointed to a series of temporary buildings in the distance.
“The furthest of the temporary dwellings on the right," he said, "it has a label on the door.”
“Thank you.” I waved my tail goodbye.
I walked over to the white construction shelter the yotul indicated and raised my paw to knock when the door slid open and a large, dark gray venlil appeared in the doorway. I froze in surprise as he looked me up and down with his left eye.
“Are you Niit?”
“Y-y…” I flicked my ear in affirmation.
“Come in.”
The gray venlil stepped inside and motioned to a swivel chair opposite a desk near the door. I took the seat opposite him at the desk and he opened a file with my application on his datapad. The office was a mess of binders, tools, and open cases of energy snacks and drinks; I assumed for the crew. A large map of the block hung on the wall.
"You can call me Foreman Apec or just Foreman is fine too. I'm so glad you could come on such short notice, this project is rather urgent and our last coordinator was poached by one of those ghastly flesh factories they're building now."
The very mention of those atrocious places nearly caused me to lose my lunch. “I-I’m so sorry to hear that. Well, I can guarantee you that I will not be leaving to work in such a place.”
"That's wonderful to hear. Tell me more about your experience, how comfortable are you handling tight schedules?"
“Oh, very, when I worked at the Capital Spaceport I had to manage several tight repair schedules regularly.” I hope he didn’t call Director Cass. I doubt he would give me a positive reference.
"Wonderful to hear. Like I said, we're rather in a rush to get this all done as soon as we can. The good news is that human laborers can work for two, sometimes three claws a shift, so we should be able to manage."
He stated that so nonchalantly, waving his tail around like it wasn’t the most ludicrous thing.
“T-three claws? They can work that long? No,” he’s joking, “You are pulling my ear. There’s no way anyone can work that long.”
Foreman Apec leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"I could scarcely believe it myself! Between you and me, I believe they're what you'd call persistence predators, but they're all hush hush about such things, you know. Anyhow,” he sat back and resumed the interview questions. “You mentioned repairs–I assume for starships-- do you have any experience with buildings?"
Persistence predators? I’ll have to look that up later, focus!
“Some, yes. I managed the construction of hangars 17 and 18 two [years] ago and the repairs to some of the buildings when debris fell after the successful defense against the arxur earlier this [year].”
"Fantastic! And, of course, while the position does not require you to interact with many humans, it'll likely come up due to the nature of the project. Are you comfortable with that?"
“I’ll manage.” It’s only temporary and I have my secret weapon now. Let's see them crawl inside me now. Ha!
"You should be fine. Older fellows like myself seem to struggle much more than youngsters like you, and I have my first meal with a human every paw now! I'm afraid the compensation on the ad is as high as we can go due to the budget, is that also alright?"
He flicked his tail apologetically.
“Yes, I’m grateful for the opportunity to gain experience in construction and try something other than starship repair.”
"Fantastic. When can you start?"
“I can start immediately, thank you!”
"Well, then you're hired! I'll send you an information package as soon as I can, and you can start at the next claw. As I said, we are quite strapped for time."
I rose, my tail wagged with joy, “I won’t let you down. I’m eager to see what this place will look like when it’s finished.”
"As am I. The whole thing has been mired in secrecy. You'll have to sign an agreement when you accept the contract, it'll be in your information package."
A secrecy agreement? What are the humans building here? “Oh… mysterious.” I tried to wave my tail playfully.
"Yes indeed! We'll be able to talk all about it once you sign on officially, but suffice it to say that the building plans are different from any I've ever seen."
The foreman walked around the desk and opened the door to escort me out. As I left, I turned one last time to reply.
“Well, I am eager to talk with you about it next claw.”
"Wonderful. Go, read through the package. Rest up. You'll need it."
Memory transcription subject: Krin, Capitol Extermination Officer
Date [standardized human time]: November 9, 2136
Driving to another abandoned home, looking for another poor warto spawn for trespassing. Probably gonna have drugs too; they all do. Rigel was driving the truck and seemed rather quiet, well, more quiet than usual.
“This is wrong, Krin. Evicting someone from an abandoned house just feels wrong.”
Rigel you are naive and too emotional. These people have already left the herd and need to shape up.
“I get where you're comin' from, Rigel, but it's our job. Can't let folks squat in places that ain't theirs.”
We were headed to the poorer part of the city. Clean streets but smaller houses; some no bigger than an apartment. The homes had an artificial feel to them, lacking any sort of wood or stone, just fillcrete walls and plastic doors. The road was getting bumpier with potholes in the rubber asphalt and frayed edges. The paint was nearly gone in some places and sunbleached in others.
“But it's rough out there, Krin. The economy's tanking, folks are losing their jobs, the banks aren’t making allowances…. Is throwing someone out really the answer?
For herd’s sake, “Look, Rigel, I feel for 'em, I do. But ya gotta think bigger. This squattin' stuff leads to more crime, drugs, theft, vandalism, urban decay. Ain't good for nobody. It’s a breeding ground for predator disease.”
“I get that, but it's hard not to sympathize. People are struggling. Maybe we could help them instead of evicting them?”
You want to help them so much, go be a social worker and see how much help you can give these people. Social services were drowning. Everyone knew that but with less revenue from fees and taxes, agencies had to make cuts. Everyone just had to make do.
“Help 'em how? We ain't social workers, Rigel. We got our hands full already and the owners are breathing down our necks when they should've taken care of this mess in the first place!”
“I know, Krin, but it just doesn't sit right with me. Can't help but think there's a better way to handle this.”
“We can't solve all the world's problems, Rigel. Our job is to keep the peace, not save everyone. It's tough, but that's reality.” The simple reality that ain’t so simple anymore, stupid humans.
“I just wish we could do more, you know? Feel like we're caught between a cliff and a shadestalker.”
“Trust me, Rigel, I feel it too. But we can't change the system overnight. Gotta focus on what we can control and do our jobs. Besides, no point thinkin’ about it anymore, we’re here.”
I stopped the car and got out. Officer Rigel checked the front door and it swung open. We entered the house, announcing ourselves as we went, but saw no one. The place was rather clean for a squat. If it wasn’t for the makeshift bed in one of the rooms and the inflatable birthday pool in the bathroom with a stack of towels, we wouldn’t have even known there was a squatter here.
“Looks like we came all this way for nothing.” The frustration in Officer Rigels voice mirrored my own.
The water in this pool was almost gone, the towels were dry and we didn’t find any paraphernalia. Whoever had been here, was long gone.
“Yeah, let's call it in and go back to the office.”
We climbed back into the truck and pulled out of the driveway. As I drove us back to the guild, we passed a disheveled man. Is that our squatter? I slowed the car and looked in the mirror, from behind I could see he was wearing a dirty safety vest and carrying a trash stick. No, he’s not a squatter. Glad I’m not that guy though. Sanitation work is not for me.
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My husband works a full time office job and I’m a SAHM to a 10 month old. He usually sleeps 8pm-6am but sometimes wakes up and needs to be rocked to sleep. The arrangement my husband and I have is that I sleep in our room with LO and my husband sleeps in the guest room so he can get a full nights sleep. Then on weekend nights I sleep in the guest room so I can sleep through the night. Since I’m on ‘duty’ 5 nights, I sometimes get overwhelmed when LO won’t go back to sleep (sometimes takes an hour and he sometimes wakes up 2-3x/night) so I ask my husband to take over. This happens about once/week or not at all.
During the day LO takes 3 hours of naps total during which time I shower, eat lunch quickly, and then do chores. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. I know I should take a break but then it piles up and I have to do it eventually anyway so I just do it while he naps. My husband and I agreed that after LO goes to bed, him and I take 30 mins or so to finish any chores that weren’t done during the day, so I can start the next day with a clean slate.
This is what the argument is about. I had to put my husband on duty Sunday and Monday night around 3am since LO wasn’t sleeping well. My husband spent about 20 minutes putting him back to sleep and then slept til morning. Last evening, we decided to not do chores and just go to sleep in case LO slept poorly. So today, I started the day with piles of laundry to wash and fold, a sink full of dishes, etc. I needed to make food for lunch and couldn’t bc everything was dirty. I don’t know how it all piled up so fast but it just happens as you probably know.
LO was extremely cranky and crying unless I was rocking him. It was really unusual but likely a side effect from the vaccine he got yesterday. I didn’t even have time to eat breakfast until 11am. My husband usually makes my breakfast but didn’t today so it was even worse.
I got completely overwhelmed and tried setting the pack n play up in the kitchen to put LO in it while I cleaned but it wouldn’t open, it ripped while I was trying to open it, and I ended up literally throwing it outside. I was extra angry because I wanted to childproof the house pre-LO bc I knew we wouldn’t have time after he was born (I was right) and had we done that, I wouldn’t have needed the pack n play.
So I complained to my husband about all of this. Nevertheless, I was able to do all the dishes, wash and fold 2 loads of laundry, cook a complex soup and fried rice meal for dinner, vacuum 2x (we’re experiencing wildfire smoke so I’ve been cleaning like crazy indoors), change the sheets, clean the table and kitchen, and obviously cook and feed LO breakfast lunch and snacks. And keep LO entertained, read to him, etc. I felt really proud of myself for turning the day around and was excited to share the meal with my husband because he was outside in the smoke and these foods are supposed to be good for your immune system and lungs.
So he got home and I had dinner hot on the table and we’re eating, he said nothing about the house being absolutely spotless or anything about the food, but instead said btw, it wasn’t his fault that I had a pile of chores to do today, since we agreed we wouldn’t do them last night. And he said that a few times this past week, while he was doing the dishes in the evening, he saw me sitting on the couch on my phone. Side note, I was sitting because I had worked through all of LO’s naps and felt I deserved at least 20 minutes of relaxing time before I went to bed. I go to bed at 9 and my husband stays up until 10 so he has at least an hour of alone time every night.
That’s what I have a huge issue with, because his job is the dishes, and I work really hard to make sure I do the dishes during the day so that he doesn’t have to in the evenings. I work REALLY hard to ensure as much cleaning as possible is done so he doesn’t have to do it before bed. I even organize and deep clean one room/day and he never notices. The dishes that are left for him are usually just our plates from dinner.
Petty me wants to just say ok, I won’t do any of the dishes anymore or any extra chores during the day. My day job is childcare. But non-petty me would like opinions on this and advice on how to deal with this.
I am hiring a childcare service to take care of childproofing because that’s urgent.

Notes: This script is okay for monetization. Can be used on Patreon, just let me know if you do. If you use it, please give credit. You can change pronouns if preferred but otherwise please don't edit the script. My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18+. For clarification on the format of the script, any place that says (Pause) is a place for the Listener's response. Anything in \asterisks and italics** isn't meant to be read aloud, it's there to either hint at the tone or provide context that might help the script make more sense.
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Summary: Listener, an elven royal, wakes to find Narrator, their enemy and a vampire royal, in their bed. Upon waking, they immediately get into an argument where their mutual confusion leads them to realize that they may not hate each other after all.
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Word Count: Approximately 2,563 words (Not including any actions or cues left in asterisks and italics)
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Writer’s Notes: Did I mention this idea in a poll form like, 6 months ago? Yes but shhhh. Not gonna lie, I'm really pleased with the outcome of this one, so I hope you enjoy it too!
Script Below:
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\Listener wakes to the sound and feel of soft breathing on their neck, and they realize they are in their own bedroom, but they don’t know who the person next to them is. After a moment, the sheets begin to shift as the Listener’s unknown bedmate pulls them closer.**
\Sleepy, content** “After all this time, I’ve found you. So many centuries I have worn this blindfold and participated in this tradition, knowing that you were somewhere in this world, I would find you. I was beginning to fear that you were avoiding me, but I was a fool to think as such, wasn’t I? All I needed to do was search elsewhere. To think, this entire time, you were hidden here, in the walls of an enemy kingdom. If I had known I should find you here, I would have come to one of these pointless meetings long ago.”
\Narrator chuckles, pulling Listener closer.**
“But I suppose this meeting wasn’t pointless. At long last, I’ve found you. My beloved. My fated. My darling. The one who shall rule by my side until we are taken by death’s hand.”
\Narrator leans in to kiss Listener, but Listener, finally coming to their senses, pushes Narrator away.**
\Surprised, a little hurt** “My darling? What issue is there? Why do you push me away?”
(Pause)
“Please, tell me why you distance yourself from me. Have I done something wrong?”
(Pause)
“My darling, I can hear your breathing - You sound panicked. Please, tell me what the issue is, tell me how I might help you resolve it. I will do whatever it takes to set you at ease.”
(Pause)
“Your pounding heart is causing mine to ache, darling. Please, I beg of you, tell me what makes you so nervous.”
(Pause)
“You still say nothing. Is your fear that you know so little of me? While I’ve known of my fated love, you might have no idea. I can’t deny that it hurts me to think that you have felt no draw to me like I have to you, but I would understand, if that were the case. If you would please take this blindfold from around my eyes, it would be my honor to explain everything to you. I would gladly explain the circumstances of my love.”
(Pause)
\Soft, gentle** “Please, my darling. Allow me to look upon you. Allow me to explain myself to you. I swear on my life that I’ll tell you everything, I won’t spare a single detail.”
\Listener, confused but increasingly angry at Narrator, unties their blindfold before letting it fall to the ground.**
\Grateful, gentle** “Thank you, my darling, you-”
\Surprised, angry** “You?!”
\There’s a commotion as both scramble away from the bed and each other. One of them bumps a table and a nearby vase falls to the ground, shattering. Narrator snarls at Listener, looking at them accusingly.**
“You! Why are you here?! What have you done with my fated?!”
(Pause)
“You wretch! You dare take (them/him/her) from me?!”
(Pause)
“Don’t lie to me! I have no time to waste on you when the one I’ve sought after for years has finally been found! Now tell me where have you put (them/him/her)!”
(Pause)
“What do you mean? (They were/He was/She was) here, I know (they were/he was/she was)!”
(Pause)
“That look on your face - Why do you seem so surprised? Could it be that you did not expect the (King/Queen/Tyrant/Ruler) of the Vampires to feel love?! Did you think I was heartless, you knife-ear?!”
(Pause)
“Remember? What do you mean? What memory could have possibly been brought to you at this moment? Because unless it is anything in regards to the location of where you’ve taken my fated, I do not care what it could have been.”
(Pause)
“I will answer no question about (them/him/her) until I know that they are safe. Lead me to them now, lest you wish to find your ribs torn away from your spine.”
(Pause)
\Indignation, anger** “How dare you suggest such a thing! I know my fated! I know the taste of their blood when it passes my lips! It was the taste on my lips when I held (them/him/her) last night! I would know it anywhere! The fact you dare to question my love is beyond stupid!”
(Pause)
“Are you playing the part of a fool on purpose? Of course I know the smell of (theihis/her) blood!”
(Pause)
“Drawing a blade after committing such a vile act against myself and my fated? You truly have a death wish, don’t you? Just tell me where (they are/he is/she is) and I might spare you.”
(Pause)
\Still angry, a bit confused** “What are you doing? Why do you bare your neck?”
(Pause)
\More confused, a hint of worry** “Your blade - you aim it at your own neck. Why?"
\Listener cuts a shallow line into their neck, stunning Narrator, who quickly runs over to Listener’s side.**
"By the gods, what have you done?! Your blood is not…”
\Narrator trails off, surprise washing over them at the familiar smell. The shock causes their anger to drain as they stare at Listener.**
“You… Why does your blood smell as (theirs/his/hers) does?”
\Narrator’s breathing is heavy as Listener tells them that Listener is their fated.**
\Disbelieving, stunned** “No… No, that cannot possibly be. You and I, we could never be…”
(Pause)
\Firm** “No. There is no chance that you’re the one who holds my heart. It cannot be so.”
(Pause)
“Because you are my enemy! We’ve been the head of our kingdoms for centuries, and not for a second of those many years have we’ve been friends!”
(Pause)
“Our kingdoms may be at peace, but that does not mean there is no tension between the two of us. We share no history besides our hostile arguments and drawn out duels.”
(Pause)
“In fact, we do. I’d met (them/him/her) before I even had the chance to participate in our tradition.”
(Pause)
\Assertive** “Yes, truly! It was how I recognized the taste of (theihis/her) blood!”
(Pause)
“And what would you care, hm? Why should that matter to you?”
\Listener sighs and asserts that Narrator should just tell them. Narrator reluctantly huffs.**
“Fine, but only to prove that you could never be (them/him/her), do you understand me?”
\Listener scoffs but agrees. Narrator sighs.**
“It was several hundred years ago, when I was not yet the (King/Queen/Tyrant/Ruler) over all of vampire-kind. I was the only heir to my parents’ throne, but I’d only been a full-fledged vampire for a century. I was still unruly and wild with the bloodlust soaking into my brain worse than any liquor could manage-”
(Pause)
“Oh, be silent, I’m sure you weren’t any better in your youth. I’m sure there is not a single soul who hasn’t heard the rumors of the sinful parties you held in the depths of the human forests. Tell me, is that where you met that last lover of yours? The one who tried to steal your face and name some centuries ago?”
(Pause)
\Smug** “Yes, that’s what I thought. You shouldn’t throw stones when you’re surrounded by walls of glass, you know.”
(Pause)
“Fine, fine I’ll continue, provided there are no more interruptions.”
“Though it was in fact, a similar type of party where I met (them/him/her). Though, rather than a forest, it was in the center of a human village. One of the larger ones, in fact. It was the night of a festival, though I could never keep track of which human holidays happened at what point of the year. What I did know was that where there was a party, there was alcohol, and where there was alcohol, there was always a willing throat. Every face was hidden by a mask, and I bought one from a vendor so that I might not stand out. The dark streets were lit by large fires that blazed at every crossroad, the largest of which was in the center of the village. The townsfolk were dancing around it as lively music was played and drinks passed between hands.”
“Then I saw (them/him/her), golden in the firelight. (They/He/She) moved unlike anyone else, a vision amongst the flames, and I couldn’t help but to stare. Evidently, (they/he/she) noticed my gaze, and it must have sparked (theihis/her) interest. (They/He/She) pulled me into a dance, and I could not deny (them/him/her). We danced until the song finished, and then danced to the next one, and then to the one after that. So entranced by (them/him/her), I had forgotten the entire reason I came there. We danced together until the fires were all but embers drifting away in the wind. Then, with only the weak flickers of ash in the air, (they/he/she) told me that they’d seen the gleam of my fangs against my lips. (They/He/She) told me that (they/he/she) would not allow me to leave without experiencing the feel of them.”
“I was but a weak, romantic thing who was captivated and hungry, and I gave in so easily. I pulled (them/him/her) into a dark alley and asked that (they/he/she) bare their neck for me. (They/He/She) smiled at me and-”
\Listener interrupts Narrator.**
\Slightly surprised** “Yes, that is right. (They/He/She) pulled me close and (they/he/she)-”
\Listener interrupts Narrator.**
\Slightly more surprised** “Yes, and then (they/he/she) told me that I could drink my fill from (them/him/her), but only if-”
\Listener interrupts Narrator.**
\Stunned** “Yes… ‘A kiss for every drop to pass my lips.’”
(Short Pause)
\Realizing** “It was you, wasn’t it? All those centuries ago, it was you that I danced with and drank from. It’s your blood that I have tasted on my tongue for all these years. It’s been you, in my every waking thought. You are the one that I imprinted on so long ago.”
\Narrator chuckles, still stunned from the shock of their realization.**
“It’s almost funny, in a way. I’ve spent so many years searching for you, and yet here you are, the person I’ve glared at from across a war room table while we exchange words sharper than swords. I’ve stood so close to you that I could count your eyelashes, and yet, the tradition has never taken place close enough for me to find you before last night.”
(Pause)
“Yes, the Moon Hunt. After we’ve imprinted on someone, we create a link to their soul. However, it’s quite common that we create an imprint without realizing it. It might be years before we realize that our hunger is for a particular person’s blood. Such was the case with me, so I decided to go through with the Moon Hunt in an attempt to find you. But, since it only lasts from the time that the moon is at its pinnacle to sunrise, I’ve never been able to make it to you. I’ve woken in the forest a great many times, cursing that even in winter, I did not have enough time to reach you. But this time - This time, I did. At long last, I was close enough to find you.”
(Pause)
\A bit confused** “Then you… Last night, when the Moon Hunt took place… What happened?”
(Pause)
“No, I remember nothing. Once the moon has reached the peak of its path and my eyes are covered from its light, the mind goes blank and the heart commands our journey. What took place?”
(Pause)
“An attack? You thought that I was attacking you? What could make it so?”
(Pause)
“Oh. Yes, I suppose that trying to bite your neck in your sleep would seem like an attack.”
\Narrator sighs, troubled by this information.**
“I… I didn’t know I would be so violent in such a state. I apologize, that was quite horrid of me. To attack someone so defenseless is nothing less than deplorable.”
\Listener says that it’s not too horrible, as Listener knocked Narrator out before they could drink too much of Listener’s blood.**
\Amused** “Well that would explain the terrible headache I’m suffering right now. I’m actually quite impressed; it’s hard to get such a good angle on a hit while still lying in bed. I always knew you were a formidable fighter, but I didn’t expect that you had so much experience in warding off night-time attacks.”
(Pause)
“Ah, fair enough. I’d imagine that you’ve seen many assassination attempts in your years, as the current (King/Queen/Crown/Ruler) of the elven kingdom.”
(Pause)
\Playful, kinda flirty** “Well I should hope I’m better than any assassins that come after you. You are my fated, after all; fighting our enemies is now something we shall do together.”
(Pause)
“Is it too soon to say such a thing? My apologies, I have simply dreamed of this day for so long that the words find themselves on my tongue without thought. I will try to refrain from using them again.”
(Pause)
“You mean that you are not opposed to the idea?”
(Paused)
“I cannot say that I’m not surprised. After so long of being enemies, it is a shock to hear those words from your lips.”
(Pause)
“I suppose you’re right in that regard. ‘Hate’ is too strong a word for what I feel for you. Admittedly, I’ve always had a begrudging respect for your mind; your intellect has invaded my thoughts on more occasions than I would care to have told you before. And your sharp tongue has often left me wishing to hear you speak more. I thought that perhaps it was a result of a fiery rivalry, but should my thoughts be seen in other lights, they might be confused for those of an admirer.”
(Pause)
\A bit flirty** “Oh? Is that the case?”
(Pause)
“Then, if I might make a bold suggestion, would you be willing to consider entering a courtship with me?”
\Listener accepts and both laugh before Listener winces in pain.**
“Ah, you’re neck! You’re still bleeding. Allow me to patch you up.”
(Pause)
“Perhaps, if I was a younger vampire, or if I hadn’t fed in a long enough time, I might. But seeing as I apparently took some of your blood last night, I’m not so hungry as to be ravenous. I promise that I’m in full control of myself.”
(Pause)
\Surprised** “You wish for that? Even after my brazen attack on you last night?”
(Pause)
\Hesitant** “Are you quite certain that’s what you want…? I cannot…”
(Pause)
“No, it’s not that I do not wish to feed on you, but I fear that I won’t be able to control myself. If I were to bite you without any regard last night, then who is to say that I might not do it again?”
(Pause)
“I know what I said, but it’s not just any blood that I’m drinking - it’s yours. I have dreamt only of your blood for years. You are my longest held craving, the one thing I desire above all else. Even I cannot guarantee that I won’t take more than I should.”
(Pause)
“Why must you fight me on this? I worry on your behalf, and here you are, willing to throw your life into my hands - worse yet, into my fangs!”
(Pause)
“Oh? And what deal should keep my mind from turning to that of a beast’s? What combination of words could keep me grounded when I have your throat in my mouth?”
\Listener tells them, and Narrator pauses before laughing.**
“‘A kiss for every drop to pass my lips?’”
\Narrator sighs fondly.**
“Perhaps you know me better than I expected, for I think those very words shall manage to do the trick.”
(Pause)
“Yes, I’m agreeing to your deal.”
(Pause)
\Playful** “Such a smug grin that you wear. I’ll steal it from you before long.”
(Pause)
\Playfully sarcastic** “Oh, but of course, I’m sure you will. Now, move your hand from your neck. I’ll drink from the injury you’ve already created. Though I’ll warn you, I’ll still have to bite into your flesh.”
(Pause)
“I’m not stalling, I was just giving you a fair warning. But fine, if you want me to speed the process along, then I will.”
\Tender** “But please, you must warn me if I start to take too much. I would never forgive myself for hurting you more than I have.”
(Pause)
“No, I need you to promise me. Please, darling.”
(Pause)
“Thank you. Now do your best to set yourself at ease; straining would only earn you a bruise that would be far too difficult to cover.”
(Pause)
“Patience, my love, I’m just savoring this moment. I can’t tell you for how long I’ve dreamed of this moment.”
(Pause)
“Fine, I shall delay no longer. My own wants will not allow it.”
\Narrator breathes out softly before leaning forward and sinking their teeth into Listener’s throat. They begin to drink Listener’s blood.**
“Oh by the gods, love, you taste better than even my clearest memories. My head feels light and my knees feel weak. My darling, you are addictive.”
\Narrator continues to drink Listener’s blood for a while before pulling back.**
“There. I can take no more, lest I lose myself to you.”
(Pause)
“More? I won’t take any more blood from you. I refuse it.”
(Pause)
“Then why should I take more? What reason could there be for that?”
\Listener leans forward, kissing Narrator.**
\Surprised** “My darling?”
\Listener explains that if Narrator drinks more of their blood, then Narrator must kiss Listener more, as dictated by their deal. Narrator laughs.**
“My darling, I know what our deal dictates, but you need not give me any more blood to draw a kiss from my lips. Those, I will give willingly and at your request.”
\Flirty** “Though, if I recall, I owe you at least one for every drop of your delectable blood that passed my lips.”
(Pause)
“If that is your request, then I am happy to oblige.”
\Listener and Narrator kiss for a while. This can last as long as Narrator sees fit.**
\Fond, flirty** “This may not have been what I expected to happen when I finally met my fated, but I dare say that it is even better. I think that this will be a very happy courtship indeed.”
\The audio can either end here or can have more kissing before ending.**

Sigh….. yup. I don’t like living where I am right now. Ever since my sister got a divorce she’s been living with us which is totally fine as rent everywhere is super high and it’s something we can’t control as we live pay check to paycheck and practically going broke at this point. I love my sister a lot, she and I are very close and we do things together but I hate coming home because of her kids. Her kids are so annoying. They are literally my birth control. I’ve never want to have kids. It’s not just my sisters kids that I don’t like I just don’t like kids in general. Yes, I’ve been around guud kids and some are pretty chill but I don’t really do well with kids. I don’t know how to interact with them much and I just don’t want any kids of my own and if I ever kid I’d only have one kid.
I’m always cleaning after the kids and the dishes and the trash piles up so much in one day. Believe me when I say I’ve washed piled up dishes like at least 4-5 times a day and took out the trash like 2-3 times a day (I don’t take the trash out anymore though cuz I just don’t care now). It’s insane. It was never like this until they came. The moment you clean the house it gets dirty again and when you tell the kids to clean up after them self they start to complain as if they didn’t do the mess and blame their siblings. Her kids are from ages of 9-1. I really only like her baby but that doesn’t mean I want to be left with her all the time. Her kids have A LOT Of attitude and I just don’t wanna deal with it. I especially don’t like her oldest daughter and she doesn’t like me too.
It’s too the point where I don’t even do anything anymore unless my mom starts telling or yelling at me to do them but even then I don’t want to do them even if my mom tells me too. But, I do it the dishes so much that it just comes naturally for me to do it sometimes when I see it. My mom always tells me to wake up and cook breakfast for them as if their mom is not here. They’re mom is here so why do I have to do it?! It makes me so mad. My little sister(same age as them and the only kid I like in the house) would wake me up every morning and say “mom says for you to cook for us”. I would do it sometimes but it’s to the point where I’m like “go tell (sisters name) to do it”. The room they are staying in used to be my room, now I’m sleeping on the couch and I wake up with body aches all the time. I think I would have still had my room if I didn’t go live with my boyfriend for like three months or something.
Im sick of taking care of kids that aren’t mines. If you don’t want to cook and clean after your kids then why have them?! I get it, sometimes you have no choice and had the kid or maybe you were pressured or whatever the reason is but please don’t make people babysit and do stuff when they clearly don’t want to do it. I’ve told my sister how I feel about her kids she knows how much I don’t like being with them but she still leaves me with them and goes to her bf house. I’m not saying she can’t go and have time away from her kids sometimes. She doesn’t go as much as she used to anymore. she used to sleep over there a lot but now she always comes back home unless it’s the weekends because the kids are at their dads for the weekends. It’s to the point where I just go and sleep over at my bf house a lot now to get away from this house. I can’t even move out because like I said, we are going broke. The only reason I’m happy about coming home now is because I have plants that I adore and love very much in the backyard.
Anyways, I can’t wait until I can move out one day. There’s still so much I can talk about but that’s a lot of typing. Until then, I’ll continue to be depressed.

Hola a todos, vengo a pedir algunos consejos actualizados sobre ir a Cusco y Machu Picchu. Viajaré el próximo mes a Cusco con 3 familiares y aunque hay mucho para escoger todo se ve algo caro...
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El plan es no estar tanto tiempo en el alojamiento y aprovechar el exterior; pero tampoco queremos estar en un lugar de mala calidad. Hasta donde sé, nuestra mejor opción son estos hostels que vi en misias pero viajeras xd; pero también me pongo a pensar si alquilar un mini depa sería la mejor opción?
Así que en total somos 4 y estamos pensando quedarnos el tiempo suficiente para comprar los pasajes en tren local, el cual parece tardará una semana por lo menos. O tal vez sea más viable alquilar un depa?
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Y me gustaría saber sobre las experiencias con el tren local. Dicen que es muy probable que vayas parado y el único video en yt sobre la experiencia en el tren local tampoco fue muy alentador... pero estoy buscando otros testimonios.
Si tuvieran alguna otra sugerencia o consejo se los agradecería mucho, gracias.

I posted earlier about my dad but I’m back with another few questions. My dad was my grandmother’s “caregiver” until he was arrested last month. She’s on hospice for malnutrition and bed sore infections, but she’s doing better so far. She’s now living with me. He was her POA, but we had that revoked and I now am her POA.
My dad’s pretty much been using my grandparents since as far back as I can remember. He hasn’t had a job in probably 15 years. He was awful to them and intimidated/ scared them. My grandfather has passed away so I’m not sure if he’s changed his attitude since then but I hope he had. I used to literally cry leaving their house because of how badly he treated them. I didn’t know there was anything I could do and he’s very manipulative and soft spoken to other people so I didn’t even know if anyone would believe me.
My dad has written himself thousands of dollars worth of checks every month from my grandparents account and gotten my grandma to sign them. I only know this because the lady at her bank informed me. He has no bills that he pays himself (she pays his car insurance, etc) and their house was paid off so no telling what he was doing with the money. I do realize that he had financial POA and since she was signing for them, it’s not technically illegal. I think it’s more disgusting because he was buying himself any and everything he wanted and she didn’t have hearing aids, or really anything she needed besides the bare minimum. I even have several of her friends telling me that they wouldn’t send her checks anymore because he’d use the money on himself. He isolated her on top of all this and wouldn’t let her see family/friends. Made it HIS decision that she couldn’t get the covid shot and that was his excuse as to why she couldn’t have visitors. I just recently asked her about her wedding ring and she herself said “he probably hocked it”. I do know that her house is now in his name as of a few years ago and I’m curious how that came about. I don’t know what else he’s convinced her to do because I can only see her checking account. I guess my question is .. should I report this? I don’t know if anything could be done since she’s in my care now anyway. He’s already in trouble so I don’t know what good it would do. It’s just extremely frustrating to see what all he’s done to his parents who would literally do anything for him.

Waking up next to Stanton, our clothes were all over the floor. Blushing at last night’s activity, I checked the time. A loud scream burst from my lips, the book club was in ten minutes. Crashing to the floor, Stanton stirred awake. Panicking at the time, the floor shook as he crashed to the floor. Searching for anything to wear, he was already tugging on a black band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Fixing his hair, my hand settled on a black and white striped swing dress. Slipping my feet into my boots, he brushed my wild hair into a simple side bun. Kissing me on the forehead, he dropped a random book into my palm.
“I will hang out with the husbands to analyze their behavior. Get those hens talking about their men.” He said simply, ignoring what we did last night. “Try and drink some coffee with them. Tell them that you have a stomach sensitivity.” Focusing on the book, scarlet colored my cheeks. It was one I had written and published fifty years ago, his brows furrowing.
“You’re telling me that I have to go and sit with a bunch of women while they misinterpret what I wrote.” I groaned bitterly, wishing that he would acknowledge last night. “Whatever. At least I know the plot.” Hooking his elbow into mine, we walked across the street. The husbands welcomed him with open arms, Susie yanking me in. Pulling me into the kitchen, she slid me a cup of coffee, my stomach churning. While most vampires enjoyed it, I despised it with a burning passion. Taking a sip, the pungent taste reminded me of a bunch of pennies.
“Tell me about sleeping with him. Was it fun? My husband is so boring.” She pleaded desperately, pressing her palms together. “I also asked for you to come because you look a lot like my favorite author.” Hitting the wall, a secret shelf with every single book I wrote covered every inch of the damn space. Think of an excuse, you idiot. Stanton looked up from his own conversation outside, my lips pressing into a thin line.
“My mother wrote them.” I lied seamlessly, Susie buying into it. “She was a lovely woman.” Lie, that was a lie. My mother was a poor Irish vampire who ditched me at the ripe age of three, her next question causing me to spit my coffee out.
“When is the sound of tiny feet entering your home?” She trilled sweetly, cupping my hands. “You are the first to know that I am pregnant now. I have been trying for years. Maybe you can get pregnant soon and we can have them be best friends.” Horror hid behind my polite smile, a long squeal escaping my lips. Like hell I would go along with her sick little plan. Something felt off, my vision blurred. A purple liquid swirled on top of the coffee, my body hitting the floor. A rough darkness devoured me as coffee pooled around my head.
A yellow light swung over my head, something else feeling off. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, a fever burning my cheeks. Susie towered over me, a spike spinning in her palm. Attempting to crawl away, her heel dug into my back. Unable to move, this felt like something else. The desire to take Stanton nearly controlled my mind, the claws extended from my fingernails. Spinning another needle of the liquid in her palm, she jammed it into my leg. Extreme nausea wracked my body, the beginning of a heat cycle disabling me. Parting my lips to speak, I needed his blood to survive or that was what it felt like. Only wheezes poured from my lips, she jammed another needle into my leg. Sending me into the next stage, every touch raised an incredible amount of goosebumps. Shivering in my spot, the last time I felt this was one hundred years ago when a handsome stranger caught my eye.
“I used to be a hunter.” She bragged gleefully, sitting down on top of me. “We have to finish before the book club arrives, you fucking idiot. I meant what I said about you getting pregnant around the same time. I know the serial killer lives among us. You have to trust me with that.” My eyebrow twitched with a mixture of bewilderment and irritation, a snarl curling on my lips. All of this was too much, my knee meeting her face. Crawling onto the living room floor, my legs felt like rubber. If she hit me with another needle of that liquid I would be pregnant within the next few days. At the current level in mine, three months remained before anything had to be done about that. Stumbling out, blood poured from her nose. Struggling to my feet, my shaking fingers opened her fridge to see what I needed. The process had already begun but I could delay it for a while. Pulling out a needle full of a milky liquid, she cried out as I jammed it into my thigh.
“I am not ready for that quite yet, Miss hunter!” I shouted vehemently, fuming darkly on the stool. “How can I know that you aren’t the serial killer?” Pausing in her spot, her slender hands jammed her nose back into place. Wiping the blood out from underneath her nose, she sat down across from me. Chuckling softly to herself, her fingers drummed on the stainless steel counter top.
“They killed my sister and her family a couple of weeks ago. I have nothing to gain from this.” She informed me briskly, holding her stomach. “I am the neighborhood watch and I can’t stand that someone is slicing their way through our little piece of paradise. Revenge is in my plan but now I have to be careful.” Seeing things through her point of view, the fact that she sped up my natural reproductive cycle ticked me off.
“I figured I might kick start things for your body. The sooner you get pregnant the happier Stanley will be. I always catch him watching the families walking by with a longing look. I am only doing it because he doesn’t suck up to me which makes him my favorite stranger.” She expressed with her real smile, pointing to me. “You are a purebred vampire. Such luck should be blessed in your eyes. You can give birth without dying. I met you once when my old man came to talk to you in your jail cell. I don’t know if you don’t remember him but his name is Father Rowell.” All of my breath escaped my lungs at the mention of his name, my mind flicking through the memories of every person who had visited me. Come to think of it, a redheaded woman did accompany a priest that one time. How did I not make the connection? Laying my head on the table, several women ran in. My eyebrow twitched, the perfectly dressed woman interrupted our conversation. A sea of blonde haired women shoved me aside, a couple of them shooting daggers from their eyes. Stepping back, Susie tugged me close to her. A bout of nausea wracked me, the combination of the potion she had injected with me mixed poorly with my sudden social anxiety. Dropping a tray into my palm, her gentle touch dragged me to the four ivory walls she called her living room. A brown leather set reminded me of my cell, the tray crashing to the floor. Glass shattered everywhere, my immediate response was to run. Apologizing profusely, I bolted out the door. Ignoring their looks, I ripped off my boots. Sprinting down the street, a masked individual slammed into me. Crashing to the ground, the pavement felt cool against my face. Still weak from earlier, I couldn’t just fight them off like normal. Quivering on the pavement, a disguised voice sent chills up my spine.
“Goodnight, my dear!” The robotic voice laughed evilly, a knife slamming into my body repeatedly.” Copper poisoned my taste buds, the person whistling. A rusting van pulled up, the license plate number 568 4325 stuck into my memory while my blood pooled underneath me. Tossing me into the van, Stanton barely made it onto the street. Locking the door behind me, I leaned against the wall. Pulling out my silenced phone, my vision blurred as I turned on my location. Hiding my phone behind a dusty box, a darkness swallowed me alive.
Jerking awake once more, this trend had to stop. Groaning in pain, a yellow light swung over my head, a rough rope cut into my wrists. Struggling only made the knot tighter, the killers having to be boat owners, hunters or some sort of boy scout. Glancing around, no weapons lay around. Talk about being professional. Muffled yelling stole my attention, a filthy redhead tugged on chains against the wall. Two small children hugged her side tightly, silent tears staining their cheeks. One, a pair of worn steel toe boots came into view. Two, the other shoe appeared. Three, his masked face poked around the corner. Four, Five, Six, one of the killers were at the bottom of the stairs. Seven, he towered over me at six foot seven. Lifting up his mask, relief crashed over me at the sight of an anxious Stanton. Seconds from cutting her rope, the boss stomped down the stairs. Pulling his mask down, the boss cleared his throat.
“Cut off her fingers until she talks about how she found us.” He demanded via a thick distorted voice. “Never mind, give me the knife.” Snatching it from Stanton, he could only watch with horror as the man held my finger straight. Three red dots blinked in the corner of my eyes, the operation making sense. This asshole was running a torture to murder show, a lump forming in my throat.
“Thank you for your payment of a million dollars. We shall gut her like a deer.” He mused darkly, tracing the knife along my flat stomach. “Then I will play with the guts to please you.” A scream burst from my lips the moment the blade glided across my stomach. Fighting the urge to vomit, my steaming guts poured out onto my lap. Playing with my intestines, the money began to pour in. Choking on the blood building up in my throat, a hack sent it all over his mask. The questions were sick, a clammy sweat drenching my skin.
“We have a vampire.” He announced with wicked laughter, my heart sinking in my chest. “This is going to be fun.” Stanton held his composure, the back of the metal chair bending underneath his grip. The heat potion kicked in, one accidental touch clouding up my mind for a moment. Bending down to my level, his next words sent chills up my spine.
“The boys are coming. We have to keep him occupied for about thirty minutes.” He growled through gritted teeth, the man asking him to run the computers. Touching my shoulder one last time, the chair squealed the moment he sank down into the chair. Shoving a slender flash drive into the USB hole, he was gathering the IP addresses. Shoving my guts back in, childlike wonder brightened the killer’s tone at my wound sealing shut. Susie’s sister held her hands over her kid’s eyes, the knife sliding in and out of me. The wet noise did little to help me, the potion making my stomach churn worse than normal. The money kept pouring in, the welcome sound of chaos woke me up from my sickly state. The agents from before piled down the stairs, Stanton ripping off his mask. Cutting the rope, his touch made me jump a couple of feet into the air. Popping to my feet, every footfall echoed in the concrete cell. Assisting Susie’s sister, her arms embraced me desperately. Every emotion soaked my shoulder, another touch from Stanton resulted in a tender blush on my cheeks. Shooting me a thumbs up, his lips brushed against the top of my head. Helping the woman to her feet, Stanton scooped up the children. Bright flashes blinded me, the news crew attempting to speak to us. Climbing into a tinted SUV, the children bounced into their mother’s arm. Fishing around a bag, he held out packages of cheddar crackers. The boys accepted them graciously, the car heading towards the hospital. The door ripped open, nurses ushering the family inside. Scanning me up and down, Stanton held me by my hips. Sniffing me real quick, fear flashed on his face. Not having time, Susie smashed into me. Desperate tears flooded from her cheeks, her quaking hands cupping my face. A deep crimson painted my cheeks, a newfound respect for me glowed in her eyes.
“Thank you so much for saving them. I don’t know how I could ever thank y-” She blubbered uncontrollably, my hand raising to stop her. Smiling brightly in her direction, this reaction made it all worth it. My lips parted to speak, a nurse dragging her off before I could explain myself. Stanton dragged me back to the car, a snarl twitching on his lips. Slamming me down into my seat, the partition hummed its way up.
“Your heat is supposed to be for another year! Why do you smell like you are three months away?” He demanded hotly, the crack of my hand meeting his cheeks stunning the both of us. How dare he ask after not talking about last night! Clenching my fists into a ball, I turned my back.
“You haven’t talked about last night. We had fun and you acted like nothing happened!” I blurted out venomously, happy to have it off of my chest. “You already forced me into a marriage, and now you want me to ignore what happened last night. Fuck you. I had fun but here you are. Was it that bad? Susie sped me up so we could be pregnant around the same fucking time. Did you know she used to be a hunter? She opened right up to me. In fact she knew me.” Spinning me around to face him, an apologetic smile dimmed his features. A piece of hair fell in front of his left eye, his hands rubbing my shoulder.
“I can’t tell you why that all scares me.” He mumbled under his breath, sliding me a large emerald box. “You need to get changed into your uniform to enter the facility.” Peeling off my destroyed dress, his eyes couldn’t leave the angry scars covering my body. Flipping the box open, I pulled out a lightly armored leather number. Tugging it over my head, the onyx leather covered my arms. Hiding my bloody hands underneath the bell sleeves, the deep v-neck showed off my ample breasts. Sitting back in the seat, the A-line skirt floated away from my body. Scooting closer to me, he offered me his neck. Sinking my fangs into his tender flesh, every gulp revived my health. Curling my arms around his neck, he drank away. This time a wave of euphoria crashed over me, a long sigh pouring from my lips. Unable to stop, fright rounded my eyes the moment his hand curled around my neck. A muffled protest stopped him, an oppressive silence hung between us. The car skidded to a halt, an impressive navy marble building towered over us. Helping me out, the numb look on his face scared the shit out of me. Marching in aggressively, the way he was acting reminded me of the first time I met Father Powell. Hugging him from behind, his muscles relaxed.
“We all lose control at times.” I assured him lovingly, the tone taking over my voice for the first time. “If I can gain control, you can do it.” Cupping my trembling hands, an agent was attempting to remember the plate number. Typing it in for them with my free hand, a grateful expression met my exhausted face. My legs gave out, Stanton placing me on his back. Ignoring the jeering whispers, the rumors spread within minutes. Bursting into the interrogation room, a shaggy haired man with angry dark eyes watched him set me down in the chair across from him. An unkempt beard danced with every growl in his throat, his scarred face informing me of a rough life.
“I am not the only one in this plot. Do you remember that serial killer club on the news a couple of years ago? I am the bottom tier.” He bragged gleefully, the sweet smell of poison wafting from his mouth. “We must all die with honor.” His heart beat one last time, Stanton calling for help. Help wouldn’t come soon enough, this was a magical poison. Dragging him out of the room, I climbed into the driver’s seat. A skill I had learned the moment cars had been invented, the modern car proving far easier to drive than those things. Stanton hopped into the passenger seat, my fingers typing in an address into the GPS. Driving for too long, the brakes squealed to a halt in front of a bustling night club. Taking off his tie, the poor thing floated to the back. Roughing up his suit, he protested as I messed up his hair. Letting my hair down, a familiar face had to be spoken to. Sauntering up the door, the bouncer let us both in. Loud music worsened my migraine, a scantily clad blond guided us up to the office. Opening the door, my fingers curled around the neck of my old friend. Pinning him to the wall, his scarlet curls bounced around. Ruby eyes glowered back at me, his garish velvet suit irritating me further.
“Who are you selling your poison to, you fucking idiot?” I interrogated him intensely, Stanton yelling at me to calm down. “I know what you sold to Susie. That I can let go but sell some sort of poison to a serial killer after school club! You are playing with fire.” Cocking his brows, he slammed his knee into my chest. Every rib shattered upon impact, all the breath leaving my body. Coughing on the floor, he picked me up by my hair.
“I refuse to let a runt like you run my life. I sell my magical drugs and that is that.” He snapped hotly, my bones fusing back together. “I don’t know or care what they do with them.” Wicked laughter rumbled in my throat, the heel of my bare feet slamming into his jaw. Raw energy built around my fist, his bones shattered upon the impact of my fist. Sliding down the wall, my bruising fingers picked him up by his collar.
“I don’t care that you make drugs. That isn’t my department but when they are used for suicide I have an issue. Who ordered it!” I screamed furiously, a glob of spit landing on my face. “Just answer the fucking question. I will break every bone in your body. You still owe me for you selling me out. I fucking let you keep the reward money.” Clicking his bones back into place, he struggled to his feet. Unlocking his cabinet, he pulled out an ancient ledger. Dropping it into my palms, he sulked to his desk.
“Take it. I have to start another one anyway. I will call you if somebody uber weird pops up.” He commented kindly, pulling out a new one. “Don’t charge me, ‘kay. I provide loads of hunger suppressants for the monsters in the area. I also help monsters get pregnant faster. The poison was only meant to be sold for someone who was going to die. You know that I can see reapers as well as you can. Watch your temper with that heat potion coursing through you. Your powers are going to be a little wacky for a bit.” Mouthing a silent thanks, a triumphant grin spread cheek to cheek. Walking through the club, another discussion had to be had once we got into the car. Climbing in, dread bubbled in my gut.
“Give up why you were in prison.” I demanded sternly, leaning on the steering wheel. “Don’t lie. I can sniff that shit out.” Tears welled up in his eyes, a lump forming in his throat. Storm clouds rumbled to life, heavy raindrops crashed to the top of the vehicle.
“You weren’t my first partner.” He uttered bitterly, chewing on his lips. “I had a romantic relationship with her and she turned out to be the serial killer. The bodies piled up behind me, and I didn’t even know. We were incredibly intimate. She lied with the biggest smile on her face. I enjoyed our evening together and that you only drank from the serial killers to survive. She was what the agency calls a binge eater. Devouring person after person and I was the one to put her down. The difference was that I didn’t love her like I love you.” Covering his mouth, a further explanation needed to be heard.
“What do you mean by love me?” I asked politely, attempting not to lose my cool while pulling into a Cally’s. “Don’t lie to me. I have been through enough hell today.” Refusing to look in my direction, my hands cupped his face. Gritting his teeth, his hands cupped mine.
“I observed you for months and fell in love with the way you helped the prison when you could. I loved it when you would spend weeks buried into an inhumanly huge pile of books.” He choked out awkwardly, fresh tears flowing from his eyes. “I sound like a creepy stalker but I needed to make you my mate from the instant you met me.” Nodding my head, my lips kissed his hungrily. Scarlet colored his cheeks, his hands falling to my flat stomach.
“I love you too.” I choked out just as awkwardly, hoping not to upset him further. “Watch this book, I will be right back.” Swiping his wallet, I ran into the department store. Ignoring the bright lights and horrid smells, I paused in the baby section. Closing my eyes, the sweet sound of my mother singing an Irish lullaby soothed my nerves. Snapping awake, a tiny girl had crashed into my legs. Instead of crying out in fear, she began to giggle.
“You are so pretty.” She sang adorably, her horrified mother scooping her up and running away. Getting a couple of packages of toy cars and a beautiful bouquet of white roses, hurt dimmed my eyes at the cashier watching me in pure terror. Paying for the items, silent tears stained my cheeks. Not saying a word, I punched in the address for the hospital. Cursing to myself, we were four hours away. Setting the stuff in the back, I chose to turn on the radio to drown out the chaos in my mind. Sobbing the whole way back, this world was no different. The only thing missing was the torches that had hunted my mother down. Getting there in record time, I ditched my partner to catch up to me later. Stopping at the desk, the nurse didn’t show the same fear as the people in the store. Tucking a loose piece of caramel hair behind her ears, her gray eyes twinkling with joy.
“Thank you for bringing them in.” She returned with a genuine smile, pointing to the last room down the hall. “Visiting hours are over. Surely, they want to see their hero. I will pretend I looked the other way.” Winking in my direction, she turned her back to me. Running to their room, an exhausted Susie lay on her sister’s bed. The children perked up at me, smashing into my legs. Crouching down at their level, I presented the packages of cars. Pecking my cheeks, they ran off to go play with them. Rising to my feet, I presented her with the flowers.
“How does your sister like her coffee?” I inquired with my genuine smile, the mother’s expression softening into a gracious smile. My lips parted to speak, the woman’s head shaking. Coughing a bit, blood covered her hand. Seconds from pushing the nurse button, her raspy voice stole my attention. Stanton hovered in the door, the mother’s heart monitor going nuts. Looking closer, a bony hand rested on her shoulder. Following the arm, a reaper held her shoulder. Death had come to her, the option not working for me.
“Is there anything I can give you in return?” I begged with my palms pressed together, knowing that those kiddos needed their mother. “How about this?” Snapping my fingers, my stolen reaper’s scythe rested in my palms. Snatching it from me, the cold hand curled around my neck. Gasping for air, his yellowed skull hovered inches from my face. Biting down on my arm, he gulped down enough to figure out who I was.
“I recognize your stupid face.” A chilly voice thundered evilly, the other finger playing with my hair. “You vampires are the bane of my existence. I can’t take your souls when there's none to take. I will spare her this one time but she will have to go next time regardless of what you have.” Dropping me to the floor, he was gone. Coughing up a storm, one of the kids hit the button. A look of horror dawned on his face, his tiny body smashing into my legs. Crouching down to his level, he shivered in my arms.
“Was that a reaper?” He stuttered brokenly, my head nodding. “Will they ever hurt me?” His tight red curls tickled my face, the other twin watching from a distance. Their emerald green eyes watched me as the nurse brushed past me.
“No, they won’t.” I promised them warmly, taking him to the waiting room. “Let’s go play while they take care of your mom, ‘kay.” Susie snapped awake, picking up her other nephew. Crashing into the nearest chairs, they played with their cars. Susie rested her head on my shoulder, snores echoing in my ear. Letting her sleep, I was thankful for my current life.

*Hello, Reddit community! I need your help in finding a loving home for Spike, my neighbor's dog.\*
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I have witnessed firsthand the heartbreaking neglect and mistreatment that poor Spike has endured from his owner. Despite his gentle and loving nature, Spike is not even allowed to enter his owner's house and is starved for affection and attention.
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Whenever I visit my friend's house, Spike eagerly seeks out love and companionship from me. It breaks my heart to see him yearn for the affection he so deserves but is denied by his owner. I couldn't bear to stand idly by, so I decided to take action.
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I approached Spike's owner and had a conversation about the dog's well-being. I asked if he would be willing to give up Spike if I found a suitable home for him, and surprisingly, he agreed. This is why I'm reaching out to the Reddit community today, in the hopes of finding a safe and loving forever home for Spike.
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Spike is a wonderful dog with a heart full of love to give. He is incredibly friendly, well-behaved, and great with people. He deserves a home where he will be cherished, cared for, and given the love and attention he craves.
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I must admit that it's been a challenge for me to keep my emotions in check when dealing with Spike's neglectful owner. However, I have chosen to remain composed for Spike's sake, focusing on finding him the loving home he deserves.
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This and next week, I'll work four shifts from 2 - 6 am. I sleep two hours before, and 5 after.
When I go to work I eat something small, otherwise I'll get nauseous, and after I just crash into my bed. During the day is the hardest. I start off with a good cico breakfast, and eat a decent lunch. But because I'm so exhausted, I eat way to much in between lunch and dinner, screwing everything up.
I think it's also because I try to relax at that time, so I have energy for the next shift, and then get bored and eat. I'm not eating sweet or anything by the way. Today for example: four crackers with cheese, two muesli bars and an apple, it added up to more than 400 kcal.
Anyone else working killing hours? How are you dealing with it?

So, i just finished HOS and it made me wonder, what happenned to Iris and Olgierd after the ending. I took the rose and saved Olgierd, so technically Iris “dies” right? Well i came up with a little theory. So when you go to the painted world you first enter the garden etc and face her fears and then you start discovering the story cutscenes. So remember when there was a fire in the house? Geralt jumped into another painted world and there was once again the garden the manor and everything, but it just had a different theme. So my theory is, that Iris could have “survived” even when you took the rose, because she might have had more of the painted worlds, where for example there could either be other memories she is bound to or the same rose again, but in a different state or location. What do you think?

My husband and I (both mid 30s) are going to be moving our family (we have a baby with a heart condition) to SC in order to be closer to our preferred children's hospital. We are looking pretty hard at Aiken due to its apparent affordability and proximity to the hospital.
We are super laid back, we come from the country so we don't want a big city but are open to having more neighbors than we are used to.
Could u share some of your insights about the area? Fun things to do around town or where to travel to have a good time. Our son is a new baby so we have a while yet before we will have to decide on schools and such but insight there would be great too. How about local doctors for adults and pediatricians? How bad is it come hurricane season? Are there sneaky taxes for home owners?
We would ideally like to start a business in the area, very small potatoes, but is there something the town is looking for that we could provide? Are there rental properties available or a housing crisis? Do u have a tent city for a homeless population and are there community organizations to address those types of needs, like food banks or shelters?
Again, we have a pretty medically fragile son and we would love to be in a community that had some options for our family like accessible parks. We'd love to be neighborly when we move and be in a place that has some festivals or fairs nearby so we can meet and support our neighbors.
Anything else u can think of to include would be wonderful. Best guess is we will be closing on a home early to mid July. We expect it to be hot and sweaty and we understand there will be mosquitos and bugs and other critters.
Thanks for reading and I appreciate any and all of your friendly responses.

Inspiration finally came back. Starting to get to the main story soon. Please leave feedback. I write more as a play outline, but I am hoping to be able to write normally
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"Well, that went about as well as I could hope," Thomas mutters to himself as he crosses the marsh back to his broken building. Storming up the stairs, he does not bother taking off his muddy shoes. Seeing the pile of leaves and discarded skins he uses as a makeshift bed, he flops down face first.
"If I did the right thing, why do I feel like I am about to break down and throw up?!"
Mind racing, he plays back over what he said and did.
"Now that I am here, I have some saved dried food, I can gather water at the stream that feeds the marsh, I have many containers to carry water with so I won't have to go everyday. I should be able to hide here for a few days."
"What to do after that? I have burned the last bridge that I had, I am not important enough to hunt so I have that going for me, but now what?"
Looking up to the sky, he sees the stars, and with tears streaming down his face, begs the stars, "Why? ...Why?"
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"I never thought the runt had it in him to run away," the chief bellows.
"Don't talk about him like that!"
"Why son, it's true. Today was a day to celebrate you and the work you put into making that thing work. Sure it took a few weeks to build, but you managed to organize everyone to work on it. Calling out any specific person would make it seem like you are favouring them over any other."
"But without him, th-"
"No buts! You also managed to have him flee, and with the duel he lost, he can never return. In one day, you managed to do something I have been trying to do for years. That is worth celebrating!"
Ned stands up and storms out of the dome, rustling the plastic liner within the door on the way. He immediately runs into Katrina who is standing out there, seemingly waiting for him, and possibly eavesdropping.
"So am I to go after him and return with his ears? Or tongue?"
"Katrina! What are you saying?! Yes, he is as good as dead, but we don't need to kill him."
"This is why you will make a poor chief. No guts to follow through on promises"
"There was no promise. I did not even get to choose the combat!"
"Good thing, you probably would have allowed himself to defend what he said. Claiming all your work in setting up the pump and organizing the village"
"You really think I had the idea? I can barely sort people's problems and what the craftsworkers do might as well be magic! I know that I shouldn't touch the sharp bit or the hot thing, but that's it!"
"You don't have to know those things, you know how to delegate. So what if it was not your idea. It was still you who did the work to actually get it to happen"
Suddenly, one of the villagers runs in. "Master Ned, the pump's broke"
"What do you mean, 'the pump's broke'? It has only been a few hours since we started it, and it was tested for days before!"
"The handle turns, but no water comes up"
Ned storms off to the pump, followed by the villager and Katrina. He arrives at the pump, slips through the gathering crowd, and tries the handle. It is very loose, but the screw seems to spin.
"That does not make sense, it's loose, but I was here before the festival and it worked perfectly. I would even say it was stiff"
Katrina stands, and in a huff, exclaims "It must have been Thomas! I should have ended him when I had the chance!"
"No! Katrina! Come back here right now!"
"You're not the boss, and you're not my dad!!" Katrina shouts as she runs off into the forest, bow in hand and spear on back.
"Should we fix it?" "Can we fix it?" "I don't know", the crowd mumbles
Ned, thinking about what Katrina said before arriving at the pump, stands straight and shouts:
"All of you! We are going to fix this pump, not because it is easy, but because it is unknown. One of you snuck the plans to me, so one of you knows how it works. I want this info to be spread across all craftspeople and this pump deconstructed and repaired. Do I make myself clear?!"
"Yes!" Most of the crowd exclaims. Many of the younger craftsmen immediately start yanking the pump out of the creek bank to bring it back into the shop.
Ned, ready to head back, feels a hand on his shoulder, and sees that it is Nathaniel. The tall and lanky many with a wild eye stares at him. The rest of the crowd has eagerly wandered away. Nathaniel speaks, "Good for you to start looking to the past and future. I feel that my time is near, but may the sky guide you through the challenges ahead with the winds of change"
Ned, carefully brushing off the old man's hand, replies "...ok, sure... You've got a few more years left though."
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Early the next morning, Thomas awakes, confused and hungry. He quickly remembers what occured the day before. He quickly eats some of his stored pemmican and water he gathered. Now finding himself with a lot of spare time, and still needing to be incognito, he stays in the building and explores a few more of the rooms. Coming into one of the smaller rooms, he comes across another long rotted out pile of springs arranged in a rectangle, and another bookshelf. Seeing these books, his eyes light up and he quickly walks over to them, testing the floor on the way. Gently lifting one our of the case, he sees that they are damp, but in pretty good shape for being in an enclosed room with a rotted metal thing.
Leafing through, he sees that it is without pictures. Placing it gently on the floor, he opens another one, and in it,sees strange yet familar shapes of a spoon, archer and W. Studying them, he realizes this is a book of star pictures, 'constellations' as the book calls them. And is surprised to find that these stars are actually each a far away sun.
Hours pass, engrossed in the knowledge of space and distances of billions, he dozes off, surrounded by books, and sleeps calmly for the first time in years.
Several days later, he forces himself to eat some pemmican and now sick of it, decides to venture out into the marsh. Sneaking through the bushes on its edge to ensure no one sees him or hears him, he spies a small pile of food, and recognizes it as a standard lunch for the kids collecting nails. He checks his surroundings, and takes the bun, and some of the dried strawberries and hightails it back to the building.
Sitting down to enjoy his meal, he realizes that he stole from one of the kids he probably helped pull nails from the ground. Taking some of his pemmican, he brings it back to where the lunch is, and places it where he found the bun.
Seeing the amount of disturbed ground around the small pile of food, he quickly snaps a pine bough off and brushes over the footprints to hide his presence.
He returns to his house, nay his home, and reads, happy if a little guilty at the food gained, and more importantly, the knowledge of the stars that this book provides.

Could our American friends stream or record and post the 1hr segment being aired this Sunday?
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This Sunday at 9p/8c News Nation is airing their 1hr special of the interview with David Grusch, the highest ever ranking UFO whistleblower. He claims the USA has recovered and is reverse engineering crashed UFOs. He’s super credible.
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I’m not in the USA and can’t access the news channel live this Sunday. I was hoping someone might kindly record or stream it so that the rest of the world can see it too! 💕 News Nation has not confirmed if it will post the full special on their YouTube afterwards.
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If you’re not in the US and are willing to pay $65/m for 3 months you can sign up by following the links on the News Nation website. It’s just too pricy to me for one hour of news.
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Here is my summary of why this news special is so important (for those who aren’t yet in the loop) ** I might have gotten some minor details a bit wonky, so please correct me if I did.
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The brief backstory of UFO/UAP disclosure:
The journalists breaking this story are the ones that revealed that the US had a secret UFO program.
The investigative journalists behind this whistleblower story, published on The Debrief, are Leslie Kean and Ralph Blumenthal. Leslie Kean was the one to break the New York Times story after she learned about the USA Pentagon's secret Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program (AATIP) from Luis “Lue” Elizondo. Elizondo had at the time recently resigned as the director of (AATIP). So Kean was really the one who brought the topic of UFO/UAP into the mainstream discourse and prompted Congress to ask questions. Congress is basically the elected politicians of the USA if you don’t know.
What happened after the UFO program was revealed?
This led to the creation of (AARO) All-domain Anomaly Resolution Office (part of Office of the Secretary of Defense). AARO is the agency that is investigating UFO/UAP right now. To encourage people to come forward Rep. Mike Gallagher, a Republican Congressman, has introduced an amendment, in 2022, to the Defense Authorization Act to offer new protection for UFO whistleblowers. This meant that people working in top secret programs were allowed to come forward with information without reprisal.
Who is this new highly credible whistleblower?
Then comes David Grusch, an Air Force veteran and former intelligence official. He worked for National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency (NGA) and the National Reconnaissance Office (NRO). He had such high clearance that he was entrusted to transport daily presidential briefings to the white house. He also served as the reconnaissance office’s representative to the Unidentified Aerial Phenomena Task Force from 2019-2021. From late 2021 to July 2022, he was the NGA’s co-lead for UAP analysis and its representative to the task force.
Why is the whistle being blown?
Grusch says that senior former intelligence officers, and even people currently working on reverse engineering UFO/UAPs came to him to tell him that they were part of these secret programs that even AARO (current agency investigating UFOs for congress) hadn’t been told about. Grusch was also told by these colleagues that several UFO/UAP had been recovered over the past 80 years, that they were made by “non-human intelligences” and that some recovered vehicles had contained bodies (aliens). Grusch also believes that many countries are aware of this, and that the USA pressures allied countries to hand over any exotic (alien) materials they collect to the USA. He also says that there has been a secret “eighty-year arms race” as the USA and other powerful countries race to reverse engineer the recovered technology in order to gain military advantage over each other.
Why did he come forward?
Grusch quit his job when he realized that he couldn’t both work for the Department of Defense while also sharing what he knew with Congress and AARO. He claims that these secret departments studying UFO craft and materials for decades and that the intelligence community were intentionally withholding this information from congress. Keep in mind that this guy had a really good job, and a stellar reputation. He left his career of his own accord and got permission from the Dept of Defense to start speaking about what information had been revealed to him.
Why isn’t he telling us (the public) everything he knows?
Now the permission he got has a lot of caveats, like he can’t reveal anything that would share military secrets with the world, so he can’t give a lot of specifics directly to the public (think documents, names of these secret departments etc.)
Who did he give all the details to?
Despite the bureaucratic muzzling that prevents him from spilling all his information to the public, he was able to give all the specifics to Congress and the Inspector General’s office so they can verify his claims.
Beginning in 2022, Grusch provided Congress with hours of recorded classified information transcribed into hundreds of pages which included specific data about the materials recovery program. Several current members of the (UFO) recovery program spoke to the Inspector General’s office and corroborated the information Grusch had provided for the classified complaint. The Intelligence Community Inspector General found his complaint “credible and urgent” in July 2022. It’s important to note that having given this testimony under oath, if he is proven to have lied, he could be charged with perjury and sent to prison.
After Grusch told the Inspector General’s Office what he knew, he suffered months of retaliation and reprisals related to these disclosures, which are now being investigated.
Why is this not in the mainstream news?
Several legacy and mainstream news outlets have passed on the opportunity to cover this story. One hypothesis is that they were pressured by the pentagon not to report on the story, or offered other exclusive stories as a quid pro quo. Currently NewsNation has the exclusive interview with Grusch. The reporter in the interview is Ross Coulthart. The difference between the investigative journalists and the reporter in this case is that Coulthart is the one on camera asking Grusch questions, whereas Kean and Blumenthal are the ones that wrote the story and initially investigated it. Coulthart interviewed Grusch for 3 hours in private, and then later again for 7 hours in a news warehouse set on camera for NewsNation.
What happens next?
For now, NewsNation is dropping short clips of the interview, which can be viewed on YouTube. These clips mostly lack meat on their bones, and often feature guests on air that speculate about the ramifications of such important news, or who challenge the veracity of the claims Grusch has made. This Sunday NewsNation with be airing a special on the interview with Grusch. It is available to stream on their site for people in the USA. For people outside of the USA there is the option to subscribe to Youtube TV for $65/m for 3 months, which is a shockingly prohibitive cost to access such profoundly critical information. Perhaps the use of VPNs would allow viewers to tune in to this American channel.
In terms of next steps, I believe that AARO is meant to provide further information sometime this month or next (June/July 2023), though I do not know if any of their information will be made public or if it will be only reported to members of congress.
I believe that it is up to the Inspector General’s Office to verify his claims.
**update : Speaking at the Capitol yesterday, Chairman of the House Oversight Committee, Rep James Comer told NewsNation: 'There will be a hearing on it, there will be oversight.'
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Rep. Anna Paulina Luna (R-Fla) and Rep. Tim Burchett (Rep-Tenn) will lead the investigation.

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Mia slowly opens her eyes. She could hear a baby crying. She flips over on her side, her red hair smacking Trunks in the face, waking him up unnoticed by her. She slowly drags herself off of the bed and over to Rose's room. She looks down at the young kid and smiles. She picks her up and feeds her. She holds her until she falls back asleep and puts her back in her bed. Mia then sighs to herself.
Mia (thoughts): I need a drink...
Mia lazily walks over to the kitchen. She opens the fridge and starts to look for something.
Mia: Where....is it?
???: Looking for this?
Mia turns around and sees Trunks holding her bottle of beer.
Mia (with a tired expression): Yeah...thanks honey.
Trunks then opens the trash can and throws the bottle away.
Mia: What? Why???
Trunks: You're addicted Mia. It's not healthy for you.
Mia: I can stop whenever I want...
Trunks: Oh yeah? Then quit now.
Mia: I...I don't want to...
Trunks: Exactly. Mia, please. We have a child now. It's been 2 years. I know it's hard, but you have to learn to move on.
Mia walks up to Trunks and shoves her face into his chest.
Mia: I'm not ready to move on...
Trunks: You'll have to eve-
He looks down and realizes she has fallen asleep on him. His worried look turns into relief as he carries her back to bed. The next morning, Trunks wakes with a loud yawn. He looks next to him, where Mia sleeps. She isn't there.
Trunks: Well fuck...
Trunks grabs his phone and calls Mia.
Trunks: Cmon cmon pick up pick up!
Mia doesn't pick up. Trunks let's out a loud sigh before he calls Silver.
Trunks: Silver?
Silver: Yeah? What's up?
Trunks: Sorry to ask so suddenly, but could you look after Mia again? Also could you take Lucina and Grovyle?
Silver: Is she gone?
Trunks: ...yeah.
Silver: No problem dude. We'll be right over.
Trunks: Thanks!
Trunks hangs up. He goes over to his dresser. He gets dressed and ready. Right before he leaves the house he gives Rose a kiss on the cheek goodbye and grabs his sword.
Trunks: She could be anywhere...I need to find her fas-
Trunks and a mysterious figure fly into each other at high speeds, knocking them of course.
???: Ow ow ow ow!
The person, who looks very similar to Trunks, looks at him while holding his head.
???: Sorry about that! Hey, uh, you look a lot like me. Are you a clone! Or a long lost brother?
The persons eyes sparkle with imagination.
???: So cool!
Another person, who Trunks hadn't noticed, speaks up.
????: Rikain, why would this person be a clone? Let alone a long lost brother?
Rikain: I don't know Nina, but it could be!
Nina: Whatever. I'm sorry for my brother's...behavior.
Rikain: Hey!
Trunks just sits there, confused.
Rikain: Uhh, hello? He isn't moving. Maybe he is our long lost brother, and he is shocked to see us! Gah!
Nina looks at Rikain with a slightly annoyed expression.
Nina: Rikain! Father would tell us about this if it were true!
Rikain: Right right...
Trunks: What...
Nina turns back to Trunks.
Nina: Oh! I'm so sorry...uh?
Trunks: The name's Trunks.
Nina: Nice too meet you! My name is Nina, and my knucklehead brother here is Rikain.
Rikain: Hello!
Nina: So, uh, why were you traveling so fast?
Trunks: I'm looking for my wife...she disappeared this morning. She could be anywhere in space...or time.
Nina and Rikain: Time?
Trunks: Yeah, time travel. You familiar with it?
Nina and Rikain look at each other before looking back at trunks.
Nina: We dabble.

This sub has been such a great space for me during my first pregnancy so I thought I’d share my experience.
I, (32f) fully expected to go over my due date (June 11th), I was being monitored for a high risk pregnancy due to being “obese” even though all my labs and blood work was textbook perfect. I was having absolutely no labor symptoms and my ob was already kind of talking about induction. I was miserable being pregnant, and getting discouraged.
Saturday the 3rd I told my husband I wanted to start deep cleaning the house since his mom was coming to stay and help in a few days and I was getting anxiety about it. We got a ton done and I was in a good space so we went out for sushi and I got spicy seafood udon soup and it was so delicious. I honestly think it jumpstarted things.
I woke up at 3am on the 4th (39 weeks exactly) feeling like I was just crazy constipated so I made myself some tea and tried to just get through it, but I realized the pain was kind of coming and going pretty consistently every five minutes. I finally realized it wasn't just constipation after I started bleeding a little, which was one of the signs my ob told me to come in for.
So I woke up my husband and we got to the hospital around 5am and I was only 1 centimeter dilated, so they wanted to wait an hour or two and check then.
Hubs was convinced it was a false alarm since it came out of nowhere. I was 4 centimeters when they checked me two hours later so they were like "well, you're not leaving now."
The contractions were unreal and were getting worse so they got me hooked up with an IV for fluids and called the anesthesiologist in, and when she came in to give me the epidural I literally yelled "Oh my god you're my favorite person!"
They did give me Benadryl to try to help me relax while I was waiting, but it just kind of exaggerated how exhausted I was so very not helpful.
I finally got the epidural around 11am and that was super uncomfortable because my contractions were not letting up and I definitely felt it in my spine despite the numbing shot, but as soon as they got it in it was like immediate relief and I could still move my legs even though I couldn't feel them.
I could still feel pressure from the contractions which was helpful for knowing when to push, but there was no pain.
The epidural slowed things down a lot, but eventually my water broke and I was fully dilated around 930/10pm so we started pushing. Babes was super squirmy so they had to screw a little monitor to his scalp to get accurate reads.
We had to stop a few times because his blood pressure or heart rate would drop suddenly and they were essentially saying we could try pushing more until we could get the vacuum on his head, but if his vitals keep dropping we should start considering a c section.
So then they told me to rest for ten minutes and not push and I cried because I was exhausted and I was fine with a c-section, but why the hell did I suffer all day for nothing?
But then even when I was resting my body kept pushing naturally so I asked if I could push on all fours because we hadn't tried that it and the doctor and nurses were surprised, but we did it and babes vitals were great so after a few of those I flipped back on my back and got him out enough to get the suction on his head and we got him out in four or five pushes. He was officially born at 11:56pm.
I had one tiny tear that I didn’t feel and got one stitch that I also didn’t feel. I also was shaking so hard my teeth were chattering due to adrenaline.
The worst part was one of the nurses wasn't counting in time with the other nurse and doctor and kept telling me not to let out any air by grunting or yelling and was not being helpful at all and I was like, definitely using my anger at her for motivation while pushing 😂 If I had known how to be diplomatic I would have asked her to stop and let me friggin just do what I needed to do. She threw off my breathing a bunch and I needed to yell with those final extra pushes and I honestly believe I could have gotten him out sooner if I had spoken.
I had a generally wonderful hospital experience and a lot of the things I was worried or stressed about before were really not issues.
Things that made my experience better:
-the epidural. I have the greatest respect for parents giving birth without, but it was 100% worth the discomfort getting it in.
-expressing my fears and concerns very honestly to my support staff.
-I brought my own robe, slippers, and comfy pjs for post delivery
-I bought my own disposable post partum diapers, the hospital provided mesh briefs, but having specific ones for plus sizes was great.
The whole experience was so surreal and I will say I felt very disconnected until the second morning. I woke up and immediately wanted to see my baby.
We stayed in the hospital for 48hours after delivery, and now we’re home and everything is great.

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