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Official subreddit for My Time at Portia, an open-world life sim from Pathea Games and the first game in the My Time series. The second game, My Time at Sandrock, is available now on Steam and Epic Game Store!
2014.01.26 02:03 pandakatie Broken Umbrella Porn
These umbrellas are just so slutty showing all their broken parts off like a whore, unlike those prudish unbroken umbrellas. This is a subreddit for broken umbrellas! Also, special thanks to Akerfeldt and Steffi_van_Essen for the inspiration to create this sub!
2023.06.07 21:13 JoshAsdvgi THE PRINCESS WHO REJECTED HER COUSIN
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] THE PRINCESS WHO REJECTED HER COUSIN (TSIMSHIAN) There was a custom among our people that the nephew of the chief had to marry the chief's daughter, because the tribe of the chief wanted the chief's nephew to be the heir of his uncle and to inherit his place after his death. This custom has gone on, generation after generation, all along until now, and the places of the head men have thus been inherited. So it is with this story. A very long time ago there was a great village with many people. They had only one chief. There was also his sister. They were the only two chiefs in the large town. The chief also had a beautiful daughter, and the chief's sister had a fine son. All the people of the village were glad to see the young prince and the young princess growing up, and they expected that these two would soon marry. Therefore the relatives of the prince went and talked with the father of the princess, and they also went to the uncles of the princess and talked to them. Now, the relatives of the girl accepted, but the girl rejected the proposal and said that she would not marry him; but the young prince loved her very much, and still she refused him The young man loved her still more, and he was always true to her. Moreover, he was very anxious to speak to her, but the young woman rejected him. Now, the princess wanted to make a fool of her cousin. One day she dressed herself up and went to the end of the village to take some fresh air. The young man saw her pass by his door, and he went after her. Soon he saw her sitting under a large tree, and went up to her, and the girl was very kind to him. She smiled when she saw him coming. Then the young man sat down by her side under the tree as gently as he could. He asked her if she did not want to marry him. The girl said, "If you make a deep cut in your cheek, then you may marry me." Therefore the handsome young man took his knife and cut down his right cheek. The girls laughed at him, and they went home. When the cheek of the young man was healed, the princess put on her finest dress, passed the door of her cousin, and the young man saw her pass by. He followed her, and saw her sit at the same place where he had met her before. He went to her; and she stretched out her hands to greet him, put her arms around him, and kissed him once, since her cousin wanted to marry her. Then the young man loved her still more because she had kissed him the first time ever since he had loved her; and when the young man was overflowing with love, she said, "If you love me so much, show your love and make a cut down your left cheek; then I shall know that you really love me." The young man did not like to do it. However, he wanted to marry her, and so he took his knife and made a cut down his left cheek. They went home, and the young man was always thinking of her. Soon his wounded cheek was healed. He did not mind his foolish acts. On the following day he saw her passing his door. The young man followed her, and she was sitting under the tree. She smiled at him when he was coming to her, and said, " Do you come to me again, my beloved one?" and he replied, "Yes, I come to marry you." Then he put his arms around her, and she kissed him again. He asked her, "Do you love me, my dear cousin?" and she replied, "Yes, you know how much I love you," and the princess asked him, "Do you also love me, cousin?', and he replied, "Indeed, I love you very much." Thus said the young man, for he wanted to marry her. Then the princess said to him, "Now, show me your love. Cut off your hair; then you may marry me." So the young prince took his knife and cut off his beautiful yellow hair. (In those days the young men and the old men wore their hair as long as women's hair, and it was considered dishonorable to cut a man's hair as we do it now.) They went home, and on the following day the young man sent some one to her, saying that he wanted to marry her now. Therefore the messenger went to her and told her what her cousin had said; but the woman replied, "Tell him that I do not want to marry a bad-looking person like him, ugly as he is"; and she gave him the nickname Mountain With Two Rock Slides, as he had a scar down each cheek. She laughed at him and scorned him' saying, "I do not want to marry a man who cut his hair like a slave." The young man's messengers came back to him and told him what she had said. Therefore the youth was very much ashamed. He remembered that he also was a prince, and he cried because his own cousin had mocked him. Now, he decided to leave his father's house and his uncle's house, for he was ashamed before his fellows of the scars which he had made on his own cheeks by order of his beloved one. He went about, not knowing which way to go. Day by day he went, and he came to a narrow trail. He walked along it, and saw a small hut away off. He went toward it. Before it was evening he reached there; and when he was near, he walked up to it quietly. He stood outside and looked through a small hole. Behold! a woman was sitting there by the side of a fireplace. She said, "Come in, dear prince, if it is you who was rejected by his own cousin!" So the young man went in, and the woman made him sit down on the other side of the fire. She gave him to eat. When he started from home, four young men, his own friends, had accompanied him on his way; but three of them had gone back home, and only one, his dearest friend, followed him all along the way until they came to the little hut. After the old woman had given them to eat, she said to the young man, "Soon you will arrive at the large house of Chief Pestilence, which is just across the little brook yonder. Leave your companion at this side of the brook, and you yourself go to the large house. When you get there, push open the large door, then say this: 'I come to be made beautiful in the house of Pestilence!' Shout this as loud as you can. Then you will see that the house on both sides is full of maimed persons. They will call you to come to their sides; but do not go there, because they will make you like one of them. When they stop calling you, then Chief Pestilence will call you to the rear of the house. Follow his calling. He will make you beautiful." Thus said the old woman to him. On the following day, after they had had their breakfast, they started. As soon as they crossed the brook, the prince said to his companion, "Stay here, and I will go on alone. Wait until I come back to you!" So the companion staid there. Now he went on alone. Soon he saw a large house in the distance, and went as quickly as he could. He pushed open the door, ran in, and shouted at the top of his voice, "I came to be made beautiful, Chief Pestilence!" Then all the maimed people on both sides of the house beckoned to him and shouted. Those on one side would say, "Come this way, come this way!" and those on the other side said, "Come, come, come!" The prince remained standing in the doorway. There were many good-looking women among these maimed persons. They shouted and called him; but he stood still, waiting until Chief Pestilence should come forth from his room in the rear of the large house. Soon the noise of the maimed people ceased. Then the door of the chief's room was opened, and, behold! Chief Pestilence came forth with his beautiful daughter. He said, "Dear prince, come this way!" Then the young man went to him and sat down on his right side. Then Chief Pestilence ordered his attendants to bring his bathtub. They brought him a large tub full of hot water. Then the chief took the young man, put him into this tub, and, as soon as he was in the tub,the water began to boil and the water boiled over the tub, boiling of its own accord. When the dross was all off, the chief took the bare bones of the young man, put them on a wide board, joining them together, and after he had done so, he called to his young daughter, who leaped over the bones. Then the young man was alive again. His features were changed, and his body was as white as snow. Then the chief said, "Bring me a nice comb!" and his attendants brought him a comb of crystal. The chief took it and combed the prince's hair down to his loins. His hair was red, like tongues of fire. He was the most beautiful of all. The chief did not want to let him go at once, but kept him in his house for two days. The young man thought he had been there two days, but in reality two years had passed. Then the young man remembered his friend whom he had left by the brook before he entered the house of Chief Pestilence. Now, the prince told the young woman that he loved his friend by the brook; therefore the young woman said, "Let us go to see him!" They went together; and when they came to the place, they found the man's bare bones heaped up there. Therefore the young prince wept, but the young woman commanded him to take the bare bones to her father's house. The young man did what the young woman had told him, and took the bare bones to the chief. The chief ordered his attendants to bring his bathtub. They brought it to him, and he put the bare bones into the tub. Then the water began to boil, and the dross of the bare bones boiled over the tub. Thus the young man saw what the Chief Pestilence had done to him. Then the chief took out the bones and placed them on a wide board and joined them together; and the young woman leaped over them four times, and the young man was alive again. Next the chief asked for his own comb. They brought it to him, and the chief asked what color of hair he wanted. The man said, "Dark-yellow hair." He also asked him how long he wanted it; and the man said, "Right down to the knee." So the chief combed his hair down to his knees; and this man was lighter color than the other. Now they started for home. It was not many days before they arrived at their home. The prince looked like a supernatural being, and his friend too was handsomer than any of the other people. They came and visited them; and all the people talked about these two men who had just come back from the house of Chief Pestilence, who had transformed them and given them great beauty. The young people coveted their beauty, and they questioned them one day to know how far the house of Chief Pestilence was from their village. Then the prince's friend told them that it was not very far away. Now, let us go back to the princess who years ago had refused to marry her own cousin. She was very anxious to see her cousin who had just come home from the house of Chief Pestilence. People were talking about it, that he was more beautiful than any other person in the village; and she heard the people say that he looked like a supernatural being. Therefore the young woman tried hard to see him. One day the chief, the father of the princess, invited his nephew to his house. The prince went with some of the chief's head men; and as soon as the prince entered his uncle's house, the young princess looked at him. Oh, how fine he looked! and more beautiful than any of the people. Then she tried to make her rejected cousin turn and look at her, but the young man took no notice of her courting. His hair was like fire, and his face shone like the rays of the sun. Now, the young woman came down from her room, and walked to and fro behind the guests, laughing and talking, trying to make the beautiful prince look at her; but he took no notice of her. As soon as the feasting was over, he arose and went home, and the young princess felt full of sorrow. The following day she sent her maid to call the beautiful prince. When the girl came to him and told him what her mistress had said to the prince, he did not answer a word, and the maid went back to her mistress and told her that the prince would not answer her a word. She sent to him again; and when the girl came to him, she told him that her mistress wanted him to come and see her. But he said to the girl, "Go and tell her that she rejected me then, so I will not go to her now." Then the girl went and told her mistress what the prince had said. The princess sent her girl again. "Go and tell him that I will do whatever he desires me to do." She went and told him what her mistress had said: " My mistress says that whatever you desire her to do she will do." Then the prince said to the girl, "Go and tell her that I desire her to cut down her right cheek, and I will come and be her guest." Therefore the girl went and told her mistress what the prince had said. So the princess took her knife and cut down her right cheek. She said to her maid, "Go and tell him that I will do whatever he wants me to do." She went and told the prince what her mistress had done. Again the beautiful prince said, "Just tell her to cut down her other cheek, and then I will come and see her." So she went and told her mistress, and thereupon the princess cut her left cheek. Again she sent her maid, who went to him and told him. This time he said, "Let her cut her hair, then I will go to her." She went and told her, and the princess took her knife and shaved off her hair, and she sent her hair to him. The maid took it to the prince; but when the prince saw the hair, he refused to accept it. "Don't bring it near me! It is too nasty! Take it back to your mistress and tell her that I don't want to see the ugly scars on her cheeks and her ugly shaved hair. It is too nasty for me." Then he left, and laughed louder and louder, mocking her; and the girl returned to her mistress very sad. She came slowly; and her mistress asked her, "My dear, what tidings do you bring?" Then she told her mistress how scornfully he had spoken of the ugly scars on her cheeks, and of her shaving her hair, and that everybody had been laughing at her, and that every one had heard him mocking her. Then the young princess was very much ashamed. She set out with her maid, and walked along crying. She wanted to hang herself, but her maid talked to her and comforted her all the way. They went on and on, trying to go to the house of Chief Pestilence. Her heart took courage, for she hoped to get there and ask Chief Pestilence to make her beautiful. They went on and on, and passed many mountains and rivers and valleys, and reached the edge of a large plain. There they met a man, who asked them which way they intended to go; and the princess told him that they intended to go to the house of Chief Pestilence. She passed by him, and did not look at him, for she was ashamed to let any one look at her. Soon they saw a large house in the distance. They went toward it; and when they reached the door, they went right in and shouted as they stood in the doorway, "We come to the house of Chief Pestilence to be made beautiful!" Then all the maimed people on both sides of the house called to them, "Come, come, come!" and those on the other side shouted, "This way, this way, this way!" and the princess went to those who called her to come; and the other one went too those who shouted "This way!" Then the maimed people fell on the princess, broke her backbone, and made her lame. They turned her head to one side, and broke one of her arms; and those on the other side plucked out one of the eyes of her maid, tore up one side of her mouth, and scratched the two women all over their bodies, and then threw them outside. There they lay wounded, and nobody came to help them. The princess was more severely injured than her maid. When the maid felt a little better, she saw her mistress lying there with wounds all over her body. She went too her, and saw how she was bruised. They were both in great distress, and the princess was groaning. So her maid helped her up and led her home. They spent many days coming down, and finally arrived at their home. Then she lay in bed, and finally died. |
2023.06.07 21:13 _DaBz_4_Me WD-40 Air Assist Nozzle
Has anyone used the new reach nozzle on the new WD-40 can? I was running my air assist off my old air compressor ran most things at about 20psi. This was taking a toll on my compressor on longer projects. I bought a tankless airbrush compressor for less than $100 and it stays around 10psi with everything opened up. I am running it to the z axis with just ⅜ clear tubing. I will probably end up putting a tank with the compressor (buy it with a tank if you are looking). But I think I can get more pressure by using this tiny nossle and a smaller tubing to get there.
Has anyone used these nozzles?
What is this type of metal flex tubing called?
Thought on this idea?
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Has anyone used these nozzles?
What is this type of metal flex tubing called?
Thought on this idea?
2023.06.07 21:13 Future_Ad_3485 Valley of the Unknown Part Twenty-Six: A Bittersweet Ending
Ember played with the boys on the floor, their hands reaching for him. Pouring over the files of the latest security breach on our magical borders, my eyes fell on Alex playing with his new friends outside. Waving at me, Jack embraced me from behind. Kissing the top of my head, it felt as if something big was going to happen today. A tender blush rose to my cheeks, my hand cupping his face.
“We need to raid an outpost today. Hopefully we can get information on the main headquarters.” He informed me warmly, biting my neck. Drinking his fill, my crippling anxiety stole any joy it normally would have given me. Missions like these frightened me, every cell in me wanted to turn into a raven and fly away for the day. Finishing up his breakfast, he set down an armored filled dress with leggings. Salford whispered something in his ear, sliding him a pair of car keys. Rising to my feet, I took my new outfit to our bedroom. Changing quickly, the dress felt heavy on my frame, the leggings seemed to be lined with chain mail. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I ran into Jack on the way out. Embracing me lovingly, the keys dangled off of his fingers. Feeling his simple black suit, a light armor lined it. Chewing on my lips, our friends waited for us in matching black armor.
“We are ready to go.” Raven announced proudly, my eyes falling on Salford. “Salford said that he was going to watch the boys.” Adjusting their backpacks, weapons clanged in their bags. Guilt gnawed at me, the concept of putting them in danger sickening. My lips parted in protest, Raven raising her finger.
“We are coming. Those bastards killed my family and they are going to pay.” She asserted firmly, pulling her hair into a ponytail. “Besides, I want to back my friend up.” A deep sadness haunted her eyes, my hands cupping hers. A gentle but broken smile dimmed her features, silent tears staining her cheeks.
“I appreciate it and I apologize for not being there to stop it. I ruined everyone’s life by not being there.” I choked out shamefully, bowing my head. “I failed you and everyone else. I will make it up to you guys, I fucking promise you that.” Grabbing my shoulder, her other hand lifted up my chin.
“You were busy doing your own shit. I heard you showed up, girl!” She chatted pleasantly, my shaking fingers wiping away her tears. “You have a place where humans and monsters get along with ease. Have you been sleeping? You look like hell.” A deadpan expression appeared on my face, her last comment ticking me off slightly. Brushing it off, Jack cleared his throat. Placing me on his back, he carried me to a delivery van. Hopping off of his back, I let myself in. The Tainsworth twins sat in the front with their armor on, Raven climbing in with Ruby. Messing with her curls, Raven basically sat on top of her. Adjusting my bell sleeves, the leather hugged my slender arms. Oppressive silence hung between us, Ruby refusing to look at me. Folding her arms across her chest, something needed to be said. Choosing not to say it, the time passed horribly slow. The van screeched to a halt, Jack pulling me into a hidden compartment. The door squeaked open, heavy footfalls echoed in the back.
“Who are you?” A gruff voice demanded, Ruby speaking up. Clearing her throat, her voice tone seemed rather bitter.
“We wish to join your ranks. I can’t stand vampires, especially their fucking queen. She could die for all I care.” She snapped hotly, truth oozing from her words. “She is hiding somewhere in this van.” Horror rounded our eyes, her betrayal striking us in the heart.” Opening the compartment hiding us, she took a step back. The hunters slapped handcuffs on us all, Ruby grinning evilly ear to ear. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, her head cocking back.
“I have been working with them the entire time. There is no information, just the home of your executions.” She gloated sensually, the twins cursing in her direction. “I am not even a teenager. I am a witch who has been alive for centuries. Can I tell you a secret? I am the leader of the hunters. Everyone else was just a puppet.” Sighing with satisfaction, she circled us. Tears welled up in my eyes, Raven sobbed softly next to me. Pulling a gun from her pocket, Ruby shot her in the head. Time slowed, the twins crying out. Emptying her gun into them, a broken wail burst from my lips. Their bodies dropped forward, ruby dripping from the holes in the middle of their foreheads. Jack twitched darkly next to me, my mind officially broken. His bangs hid his eyes, his claws extended from his fingernails. Unlocking his handcuffs, he pretended to get madder as he worked on mine. The metal clanged to the ground, Ruby’s eyes widening with terror. Tears blurred my vision, my scythe sliding into my eager palms.
“You fucking bitch!” I screamed vehemently, pacing back and forth. Reapers held their souls in their palms, all hope of saving them was gone. “You are going to pay.” Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned forward.
“How pathetic for the queen to lose her cool so quickly?” She taunted cruelly, Jack fumed dangerously next to me. “You can’t damage me. You can kill this body and all I have to do is find another one. Angel of darkness! Kill all of my hunters and give me their lives.” The hunters holding us hostage dropped to the ground, thousands of white glowing balls flowing into her. Panic gripped my face, reapers burst from the ground surrounding her. Death himself popped up next to me, one raise of his hand stopping them.
“I am going to bring these souls to Heaven. Take her out.” He commanded urgently, the balls floating into a worn leather sack hanging off of his wrists. “They are all dead. You did all that you could. Good luck.” The last ball of light floated into the sack, a snap of his finger signaling his disappearance. The three of us remained, a ball of shadowy energy building in her palm. A low hissing noise echoed around us, the delivery truck fading to the base of a dead twisted tree. Violet grass danced around me, a chill running up my spine. Gripping my scythe tightly, rage mixed with depression. Sauntering out from behind the tree, a single wave of her hand sent us a couple of yards away. Gone was the armor she wore, a tight leather number hugging her body. Violet needles rested in between her fingers, dead man’s blood dripped onto the grass.
“I suppose you want to hear about my tale and why I am doing this?” She mused with a wicked chuckle, licking the blood off her hand. “I have a bomb ticking away. The lovely thing will release a virus that will kill all of the monsters in the world. Humans will be infected with a magical mind control. Don’t worry about your friends. I killed them because they were annoying me. Do you know how hard it was to pretend to be friends with you and arrange your fucking role? I made a deal with your father to kill you. How did you like the little bonfire?” Wanting to charge at her, Jack held me back. Raising my scythe into the attack position, the corner of my lips curled into a snarl.
“You freaking bitch.” I growled through gritted teeth, leaping into the air. Raising her hands in the air, thousands of needles floated behind her. Flicking her wrists, the rain of needles tore through my body. Jack would die, my boots pushing off the branch. Covering Jack with my body, the needles struck me instead. A burning sensation coursed through my veins, inky sludge pouring from my eyes. Cracks lined her face as needles struck the tree, an idea coming to mind. Jack trembled underneath me, his eyes falling on the blackened veins coursing lining my porcelain skin.
“Shoot her in the hands. She can’t throw her needles if her wrists can’t move.” I wheezed, coughing up blood. Dragging him behind the tree, my chains blocked the needles heading towards Jack. His hand quaked, his bullets hitting everywhere but the target. Lining my free arm up with his, my hand steadied his.
“I can’t!” He protested with wet eyes, his mental state beyond repair. “My friends are dead. My friends are dead! She used to be my friend!” Shimmering teardrops crashed to the grass, the grass darkening to an inky black. Confusion dawned on his face the moment I held his gun underneath his eyes. Teardrops flooded the chamber, my hand guiding his hand to the level of his eyes. Getting behind him, I clicked the safety. Aiming for her palm, a quick yank sent a blackening bullet up her arm. A wave of relief washed over me the moment her needles glitched, the muzzle of his gun aimed for her other palm. Pulling the trigger, the bullet shattered her other arm. Dropping to her side, cracks echoed in the air. The cracks on her face had deepened, my attention turning towards her tree. Swinging my scythe into the tree, her shrill shrieks filled the air as flames raced into the center of the tree. Water snaked around their branches, my chains clinking their way around the thick trunk. Mouthing a silent spell, the needles floated out of me.
“Water from my heart! Flames of the Dead! Chains from my master! I call upon thee to burn the tree down, drown it from the inside. Choke the shit out of it.” I ordered sharply, each word hurting. “Final spell, turn my blood into venom for a witch.” Raising my right hand, a bell rang the moment the tip of my scythe made contact. Closing my fist, the needles dug themselves into the tree. Flames devoured her skin, cold water filled her lungs. Chains snaked up her body, a sea of fiery orange coloring her skin. My vision blurred, Jack snapping out of his paralyzed state. Raising his gun, a bullet whistled into the tree. The bullet being the last thing we needed, the tree decayed to dust along with her. The dimension crumbled away, my legs giving out. Leaning against the destroyed van, fresh tears flowed freely at the sight of our dead friends. Jack picked up one of their backpacks, his tears soaking the top of the bag. Pulling out a medical bag, he ripped out a needle filled with milky liquid. Jamming the needle into my leg, the effects of the venom dying down. Pressing my ear to the ground, an ominous ticking echoed in my ear. Tick, tick, tick! Feeling around the dirt, a metal door clanged underneath my hand. One look in Jack’s direction, he understood. Spinning the rusty handle, he lifted up the door. Gathering the rest of my strength, I popped in. Shutting the door behind me, the lock sealed my fate. Jack protested outside, the top refusing to budge, my heart sinking at the only option. The only way to stop the bomb was to set it off in a dome, the spell caster having to be in the center of it. Praying that my reaper side would keep me alive even Jack had to know that he didn’t stand a chance. Using my scythe as a walking stick, my feet moved with adrenaline. Sniffing the air, the sweet smell told me where to go. Limping through the twisted concrete halls, my breath hitched at the orange angry metal ball. Taking a deep breath, the image of my dead friends and that town I called home flashed in my mind. Pushing through, I sank to my knees. The last of my power built around my hands, a sad smile haunting my face the moment I placed my palms on the surface. A water dome glittered over me, reaper’s flames reinforcing it. Channeling the rest of my flames into core, the metal rattled violently. Preparing for the worst, a giant raven folded its wings around me.
“I will protect you no matter what.” Dr. Death promised warmly, his energy providing me safety as the chemical blasted everywhere but us. “Dissolve the poison.” The colorful particles lightened to a snow white, everything hitting me at once. Ruffling my hair, he disappeared back into my mind. Jack sprinted in, his shattered expression speaking volumes.
“I am so sorry I couldn’t save them.” I blubbered uncontrollably, falling to the floor. “I don’t deserve you. You should just k-” Rushing over to me, he clutched me desperately to his chest. Tears flowed freely, neither of us able to move. Laying back, the clarified chemicals reminding me of snow. A tortured wail burst from my lips, my quaking fingers clinging to his jacket. Saphiro and Hazard skidded to a stop, their faces dropping at the sight of us. Shaking our shoulders to see if we were alive, gracious grins brightened their features at us breathing. Their words faded in and out, a rough darkness enveloping me in it’s sea of madness.
Jerking awake, an eager Alex and Hazel hovered by the white hospital bed. Covering my eyes from the blinding lights, their arms embraced me from either side. Eloise smothered Jack in love, his numb expression matching mine. Bursting into tears, their smiling faces taunted me. Holding me tighter, his words faded in and out. Jack screamed for everyone to leave him alone. Kissing Hazel on the head, Alex dragged her out. Walking over to my bed, his little sister sulked out. Crawling in next to me, his head rested on my chest. Wail after wail burst from his lips, my slender hands being the only thing comforting him. These were his friends and now they were gone. The fault was all mine, guilt eating me raw from the inside. Hours passed like this, him going numb then screaming with raw emotional agony. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, he tugged on his boots.
“Are you coming?” He asked hoarsely, offering me his hand. “We need to go home and raise our family.” Accepting his hand cautiously, he yanked me to feet. Placing me on his back, the look in his eyes begged for me to rest my head on his back. Walking into the hall, he ignored the pleading nurses. Saphiro blocked his path, his depressed smile not helping the situation. Tugging anxiously on his navy vest, my mind chose to focus on the midnight black blouse underneath his vest. Clearing his throat, clammy sweat drenched his skin.
“Come with me.” He begged kindly, Jack seconds from saying no. “Please. I have a couple of things to show you.” Caving to his request, we walked for a solid ten minutes to the cemetery. Three caskets waited to be lowered to the ground, Jack dropping me. Struggling to my feet, my heart shattered at him draping his arms over the coffin. Whispering a prayer to them, he took a step back. Pulling me close to his waist, his sobs grew louder as they lowered the caskets into the ground. Death popped up behind us with three letters in his hands, his head bowed in respect to the dead bodies.
“These are from your friends. Call it one final letter.” He informed Jack sullenly, turning towards me. “Thank you for your services. Unfortunately, I can’t remove the curse.” Offering me his hand, my fingers curled around his hand. Shaking it once, he bowed in my direction. Pressing his palms together, a twinkle glinted in his eyes.
“Once everything settles down, we should get together to have tea. I am sorry for your loss.” He expressed serenely, understanding death but not the grief part. Snapping his fingers he was gone, an eager Jack reading the letters. Curiosity burned a bit but my inside voice told me to leave it alone. Tucking them into his pocket, he placed me on his back. Following Saphiro back into town, his crooked grin lit up his face for a quick second.
“They said not to lose you.” He chuckled softly, a bit of hope glinting in his eyes. “Time will heal my wounds.” Hundreds of eyes watched us enter back into town, my jaw dropping at the statue of the five of us. The plaque read the heroes of the dawn, the two of us unsure of what to feel. Jack thanked him profusely, Saphiro pointing to the Victorian mansion at the top of the nearby hill.
“That mansion is yours to conduct your business as well as living in it.” He promised earnestly, fresh tears flooding from my eyes. “We hope you choose this town as your home.” Jumping down, I cupped his hands. A tender blush rose to his cheeks, my real smile illuminating my features for the first time since yesterday.
“Only if you'll have me, good sir.” I returned politely, his brow cocking at my response. Alex ran up to me with the boys in his arms. Accepting them, life was okay. Please karma, grant me peace for the rest of my life.
Epilogue:
Alex had his head buried in his work, the twins ran around the yard. Elise read in the tree, the two kiddos looking so grown up. The morning sun bathed the idyllic scene, a good five years had passed. Holding my swollen bump, two wails snapped me out of my trance. Jack stepped out with our white haired twins Sammy and Raven, the one year old girls reaching for me. Their fiery orange and red eyes glittered with love, my arms scooping them up. Wrapping his arms around my bump, Mark was due in a couple of months.
“Alex, Elise!” He barked with his trademark grin as they rushed up to him. Elise smoothed out her white summer dress, Alex adjusting his glasses in a brisk manner. An irked look greeted him, his stern gaze shutting down any protest.
“Watch the boys for us.” He ordered lightly, passing them wrapped boxes. “I need to take your sister somewhere. Boys, go in and watch a show with your uncle and aunt.” Sprinting into the house, Alex shot him a thumbs up as he followed them inside. Guiding me down the hill and through the town, his beard kept capturing my attention. Grabbing three bouquets on the way, he dragged me to the cemetery. Stopping in front of our friends' graves, he laid a bouquet on each tombstone. Dusting off his navy designer suit, my simple orange summer dress felt like a sad attempt to match him. Rubbing my back, he kissed my bump.
“We came by to tell you how things are going. Alex and Elise are learning how to drive. Yeah, that is as scary as it sounds. Sammy and Raven’s birthday happened a couple of weeks ago. They are both one year old. Crazy, isn’t it?” He chatted pleasantly, happy tears welling up in his eyes. “We have one more on the way. It’s another boy. We are going to name him Mark. I miss you dummies every fucking day. I wouldn’t have survived if you gave me that letter. Thank you.” Wiping away his tears, Sammy and Raven cooed in my arms. Kissing the top of my head, Jack guided me to the square. Sitting me down at the fountain, he took the girls in his arms. Passing me a bundle of envelopes, they were all from the townsfolk and monsters all over the world.
“Word got out about where you live and they all wanted to write their thanks.” He explained jovially, sitting down next to me. “Read them tonight and write back. They would love to hear from you.” Flicking through the pile, this was going to take a while. Popping to my feet, I could sense that Alex was getting frustrated. Walking back home, the fact that people wanted to thank me touched my heart. Opening the door, my boys bounced towards me. Dragging me to the couch, one of Alex’s shows was playing. Climbing onto the couch next to me, Jack took the other seat next to me. Hazel skipped in, her long hair grazing the worn wooden floor. Sitting down by my feet, Elvira laid on her lap. Basking in the moment, this was how life was supposed to be. Thank you for the gift of a good life. All the tragedy led to this moment. All of the scars told the tale of my twisted journey here. Jack leaned his head on my shoulder, the boys laying on my lap. Playing with their hair, I hoped sincerely that this would never end.
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“We need to raid an outpost today. Hopefully we can get information on the main headquarters.” He informed me warmly, biting my neck. Drinking his fill, my crippling anxiety stole any joy it normally would have given me. Missions like these frightened me, every cell in me wanted to turn into a raven and fly away for the day. Finishing up his breakfast, he set down an armored filled dress with leggings. Salford whispered something in his ear, sliding him a pair of car keys. Rising to my feet, I took my new outfit to our bedroom. Changing quickly, the dress felt heavy on my frame, the leggings seemed to be lined with chain mail. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I ran into Jack on the way out. Embracing me lovingly, the keys dangled off of his fingers. Feeling his simple black suit, a light armor lined it. Chewing on my lips, our friends waited for us in matching black armor.
“We are ready to go.” Raven announced proudly, my eyes falling on Salford. “Salford said that he was going to watch the boys.” Adjusting their backpacks, weapons clanged in their bags. Guilt gnawed at me, the concept of putting them in danger sickening. My lips parted in protest, Raven raising her finger.
“We are coming. Those bastards killed my family and they are going to pay.” She asserted firmly, pulling her hair into a ponytail. “Besides, I want to back my friend up.” A deep sadness haunted her eyes, my hands cupping hers. A gentle but broken smile dimmed her features, silent tears staining her cheeks.
“I appreciate it and I apologize for not being there to stop it. I ruined everyone’s life by not being there.” I choked out shamefully, bowing my head. “I failed you and everyone else. I will make it up to you guys, I fucking promise you that.” Grabbing my shoulder, her other hand lifted up my chin.
“You were busy doing your own shit. I heard you showed up, girl!” She chatted pleasantly, my shaking fingers wiping away her tears. “You have a place where humans and monsters get along with ease. Have you been sleeping? You look like hell.” A deadpan expression appeared on my face, her last comment ticking me off slightly. Brushing it off, Jack cleared his throat. Placing me on his back, he carried me to a delivery van. Hopping off of his back, I let myself in. The Tainsworth twins sat in the front with their armor on, Raven climbing in with Ruby. Messing with her curls, Raven basically sat on top of her. Adjusting my bell sleeves, the leather hugged my slender arms. Oppressive silence hung between us, Ruby refusing to look at me. Folding her arms across her chest, something needed to be said. Choosing not to say it, the time passed horribly slow. The van screeched to a halt, Jack pulling me into a hidden compartment. The door squeaked open, heavy footfalls echoed in the back.
“Who are you?” A gruff voice demanded, Ruby speaking up. Clearing her throat, her voice tone seemed rather bitter.
“We wish to join your ranks. I can’t stand vampires, especially their fucking queen. She could die for all I care.” She snapped hotly, truth oozing from her words. “She is hiding somewhere in this van.” Horror rounded our eyes, her betrayal striking us in the heart.” Opening the compartment hiding us, she took a step back. The hunters slapped handcuffs on us all, Ruby grinning evilly ear to ear. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, her head cocking back.
“I have been working with them the entire time. There is no information, just the home of your executions.” She gloated sensually, the twins cursing in her direction. “I am not even a teenager. I am a witch who has been alive for centuries. Can I tell you a secret? I am the leader of the hunters. Everyone else was just a puppet.” Sighing with satisfaction, she circled us. Tears welled up in my eyes, Raven sobbed softly next to me. Pulling a gun from her pocket, Ruby shot her in the head. Time slowed, the twins crying out. Emptying her gun into them, a broken wail burst from my lips. Their bodies dropped forward, ruby dripping from the holes in the middle of their foreheads. Jack twitched darkly next to me, my mind officially broken. His bangs hid his eyes, his claws extended from his fingernails. Unlocking his handcuffs, he pretended to get madder as he worked on mine. The metal clanged to the ground, Ruby’s eyes widening with terror. Tears blurred my vision, my scythe sliding into my eager palms.
“You fucking bitch!” I screamed vehemently, pacing back and forth. Reapers held their souls in their palms, all hope of saving them was gone. “You are going to pay.” Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned forward.
“How pathetic for the queen to lose her cool so quickly?” She taunted cruelly, Jack fumed dangerously next to me. “You can’t damage me. You can kill this body and all I have to do is find another one. Angel of darkness! Kill all of my hunters and give me their lives.” The hunters holding us hostage dropped to the ground, thousands of white glowing balls flowing into her. Panic gripped my face, reapers burst from the ground surrounding her. Death himself popped up next to me, one raise of his hand stopping them.
“I am going to bring these souls to Heaven. Take her out.” He commanded urgently, the balls floating into a worn leather sack hanging off of his wrists. “They are all dead. You did all that you could. Good luck.” The last ball of light floated into the sack, a snap of his finger signaling his disappearance. The three of us remained, a ball of shadowy energy building in her palm. A low hissing noise echoed around us, the delivery truck fading to the base of a dead twisted tree. Violet grass danced around me, a chill running up my spine. Gripping my scythe tightly, rage mixed with depression. Sauntering out from behind the tree, a single wave of her hand sent us a couple of yards away. Gone was the armor she wore, a tight leather number hugging her body. Violet needles rested in between her fingers, dead man’s blood dripped onto the grass.
“I suppose you want to hear about my tale and why I am doing this?” She mused with a wicked chuckle, licking the blood off her hand. “I have a bomb ticking away. The lovely thing will release a virus that will kill all of the monsters in the world. Humans will be infected with a magical mind control. Don’t worry about your friends. I killed them because they were annoying me. Do you know how hard it was to pretend to be friends with you and arrange your fucking role? I made a deal with your father to kill you. How did you like the little bonfire?” Wanting to charge at her, Jack held me back. Raising my scythe into the attack position, the corner of my lips curled into a snarl.
“You freaking bitch.” I growled through gritted teeth, leaping into the air. Raising her hands in the air, thousands of needles floated behind her. Flicking her wrists, the rain of needles tore through my body. Jack would die, my boots pushing off the branch. Covering Jack with my body, the needles struck me instead. A burning sensation coursed through my veins, inky sludge pouring from my eyes. Cracks lined her face as needles struck the tree, an idea coming to mind. Jack trembled underneath me, his eyes falling on the blackened veins coursing lining my porcelain skin.
“Shoot her in the hands. She can’t throw her needles if her wrists can’t move.” I wheezed, coughing up blood. Dragging him behind the tree, my chains blocked the needles heading towards Jack. His hand quaked, his bullets hitting everywhere but the target. Lining my free arm up with his, my hand steadied his.
“I can’t!” He protested with wet eyes, his mental state beyond repair. “My friends are dead. My friends are dead! She used to be my friend!” Shimmering teardrops crashed to the grass, the grass darkening to an inky black. Confusion dawned on his face the moment I held his gun underneath his eyes. Teardrops flooded the chamber, my hand guiding his hand to the level of his eyes. Getting behind him, I clicked the safety. Aiming for her palm, a quick yank sent a blackening bullet up her arm. A wave of relief washed over me the moment her needles glitched, the muzzle of his gun aimed for her other palm. Pulling the trigger, the bullet shattered her other arm. Dropping to her side, cracks echoed in the air. The cracks on her face had deepened, my attention turning towards her tree. Swinging my scythe into the tree, her shrill shrieks filled the air as flames raced into the center of the tree. Water snaked around their branches, my chains clinking their way around the thick trunk. Mouthing a silent spell, the needles floated out of me.
“Water from my heart! Flames of the Dead! Chains from my master! I call upon thee to burn the tree down, drown it from the inside. Choke the shit out of it.” I ordered sharply, each word hurting. “Final spell, turn my blood into venom for a witch.” Raising my right hand, a bell rang the moment the tip of my scythe made contact. Closing my fist, the needles dug themselves into the tree. Flames devoured her skin, cold water filled her lungs. Chains snaked up her body, a sea of fiery orange coloring her skin. My vision blurred, Jack snapping out of his paralyzed state. Raising his gun, a bullet whistled into the tree. The bullet being the last thing we needed, the tree decayed to dust along with her. The dimension crumbled away, my legs giving out. Leaning against the destroyed van, fresh tears flowed freely at the sight of our dead friends. Jack picked up one of their backpacks, his tears soaking the top of the bag. Pulling out a medical bag, he ripped out a needle filled with milky liquid. Jamming the needle into my leg, the effects of the venom dying down. Pressing my ear to the ground, an ominous ticking echoed in my ear. Tick, tick, tick! Feeling around the dirt, a metal door clanged underneath my hand. One look in Jack’s direction, he understood. Spinning the rusty handle, he lifted up the door. Gathering the rest of my strength, I popped in. Shutting the door behind me, the lock sealed my fate. Jack protested outside, the top refusing to budge, my heart sinking at the only option. The only way to stop the bomb was to set it off in a dome, the spell caster having to be in the center of it. Praying that my reaper side would keep me alive even Jack had to know that he didn’t stand a chance. Using my scythe as a walking stick, my feet moved with adrenaline. Sniffing the air, the sweet smell told me where to go. Limping through the twisted concrete halls, my breath hitched at the orange angry metal ball. Taking a deep breath, the image of my dead friends and that town I called home flashed in my mind. Pushing through, I sank to my knees. The last of my power built around my hands, a sad smile haunting my face the moment I placed my palms on the surface. A water dome glittered over me, reaper’s flames reinforcing it. Channeling the rest of my flames into core, the metal rattled violently. Preparing for the worst, a giant raven folded its wings around me.
“I will protect you no matter what.” Dr. Death promised warmly, his energy providing me safety as the chemical blasted everywhere but us. “Dissolve the poison.” The colorful particles lightened to a snow white, everything hitting me at once. Ruffling my hair, he disappeared back into my mind. Jack sprinted in, his shattered expression speaking volumes.
“I am so sorry I couldn’t save them.” I blubbered uncontrollably, falling to the floor. “I don’t deserve you. You should just k-” Rushing over to me, he clutched me desperately to his chest. Tears flowed freely, neither of us able to move. Laying back, the clarified chemicals reminding me of snow. A tortured wail burst from my lips, my quaking fingers clinging to his jacket. Saphiro and Hazard skidded to a stop, their faces dropping at the sight of us. Shaking our shoulders to see if we were alive, gracious grins brightened their features at us breathing. Their words faded in and out, a rough darkness enveloping me in it’s sea of madness.
Jerking awake, an eager Alex and Hazel hovered by the white hospital bed. Covering my eyes from the blinding lights, their arms embraced me from either side. Eloise smothered Jack in love, his numb expression matching mine. Bursting into tears, their smiling faces taunted me. Holding me tighter, his words faded in and out. Jack screamed for everyone to leave him alone. Kissing Hazel on the head, Alex dragged her out. Walking over to my bed, his little sister sulked out. Crawling in next to me, his head rested on my chest. Wail after wail burst from his lips, my slender hands being the only thing comforting him. These were his friends and now they were gone. The fault was all mine, guilt eating me raw from the inside. Hours passed like this, him going numb then screaming with raw emotional agony. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, he tugged on his boots.
“Are you coming?” He asked hoarsely, offering me his hand. “We need to go home and raise our family.” Accepting his hand cautiously, he yanked me to feet. Placing me on his back, the look in his eyes begged for me to rest my head on his back. Walking into the hall, he ignored the pleading nurses. Saphiro blocked his path, his depressed smile not helping the situation. Tugging anxiously on his navy vest, my mind chose to focus on the midnight black blouse underneath his vest. Clearing his throat, clammy sweat drenched his skin.
“Come with me.” He begged kindly, Jack seconds from saying no. “Please. I have a couple of things to show you.” Caving to his request, we walked for a solid ten minutes to the cemetery. Three caskets waited to be lowered to the ground, Jack dropping me. Struggling to my feet, my heart shattered at him draping his arms over the coffin. Whispering a prayer to them, he took a step back. Pulling me close to his waist, his sobs grew louder as they lowered the caskets into the ground. Death popped up behind us with three letters in his hands, his head bowed in respect to the dead bodies.
“These are from your friends. Call it one final letter.” He informed Jack sullenly, turning towards me. “Thank you for your services. Unfortunately, I can’t remove the curse.” Offering me his hand, my fingers curled around his hand. Shaking it once, he bowed in my direction. Pressing his palms together, a twinkle glinted in his eyes.
“Once everything settles down, we should get together to have tea. I am sorry for your loss.” He expressed serenely, understanding death but not the grief part. Snapping his fingers he was gone, an eager Jack reading the letters. Curiosity burned a bit but my inside voice told me to leave it alone. Tucking them into his pocket, he placed me on his back. Following Saphiro back into town, his crooked grin lit up his face for a quick second.
“They said not to lose you.” He chuckled softly, a bit of hope glinting in his eyes. “Time will heal my wounds.” Hundreds of eyes watched us enter back into town, my jaw dropping at the statue of the five of us. The plaque read the heroes of the dawn, the two of us unsure of what to feel. Jack thanked him profusely, Saphiro pointing to the Victorian mansion at the top of the nearby hill.
“That mansion is yours to conduct your business as well as living in it.” He promised earnestly, fresh tears flooding from my eyes. “We hope you choose this town as your home.” Jumping down, I cupped his hands. A tender blush rose to his cheeks, my real smile illuminating my features for the first time since yesterday.
“Only if you'll have me, good sir.” I returned politely, his brow cocking at my response. Alex ran up to me with the boys in his arms. Accepting them, life was okay. Please karma, grant me peace for the rest of my life.
Epilogue:
Alex had his head buried in his work, the twins ran around the yard. Elise read in the tree, the two kiddos looking so grown up. The morning sun bathed the idyllic scene, a good five years had passed. Holding my swollen bump, two wails snapped me out of my trance. Jack stepped out with our white haired twins Sammy and Raven, the one year old girls reaching for me. Their fiery orange and red eyes glittered with love, my arms scooping them up. Wrapping his arms around my bump, Mark was due in a couple of months.
“Alex, Elise!” He barked with his trademark grin as they rushed up to him. Elise smoothed out her white summer dress, Alex adjusting his glasses in a brisk manner. An irked look greeted him, his stern gaze shutting down any protest.
“Watch the boys for us.” He ordered lightly, passing them wrapped boxes. “I need to take your sister somewhere. Boys, go in and watch a show with your uncle and aunt.” Sprinting into the house, Alex shot him a thumbs up as he followed them inside. Guiding me down the hill and through the town, his beard kept capturing my attention. Grabbing three bouquets on the way, he dragged me to the cemetery. Stopping in front of our friends' graves, he laid a bouquet on each tombstone. Dusting off his navy designer suit, my simple orange summer dress felt like a sad attempt to match him. Rubbing my back, he kissed my bump.
“We came by to tell you how things are going. Alex and Elise are learning how to drive. Yeah, that is as scary as it sounds. Sammy and Raven’s birthday happened a couple of weeks ago. They are both one year old. Crazy, isn’t it?” He chatted pleasantly, happy tears welling up in his eyes. “We have one more on the way. It’s another boy. We are going to name him Mark. I miss you dummies every fucking day. I wouldn’t have survived if you gave me that letter. Thank you.” Wiping away his tears, Sammy and Raven cooed in my arms. Kissing the top of my head, Jack guided me to the square. Sitting me down at the fountain, he took the girls in his arms. Passing me a bundle of envelopes, they were all from the townsfolk and monsters all over the world.
“Word got out about where you live and they all wanted to write their thanks.” He explained jovially, sitting down next to me. “Read them tonight and write back. They would love to hear from you.” Flicking through the pile, this was going to take a while. Popping to my feet, I could sense that Alex was getting frustrated. Walking back home, the fact that people wanted to thank me touched my heart. Opening the door, my boys bounced towards me. Dragging me to the couch, one of Alex’s shows was playing. Climbing onto the couch next to me, Jack took the other seat next to me. Hazel skipped in, her long hair grazing the worn wooden floor. Sitting down by my feet, Elvira laid on her lap. Basking in the moment, this was how life was supposed to be. Thank you for the gift of a good life. All the tragedy led to this moment. All of the scars told the tale of my twisted journey here. Jack leaned his head on my shoulder, the boys laying on my lap. Playing with their hair, I hoped sincerely that this would never end.
2023.06.07 21:12 JustHereForTheGuns I Said I Would Get Stupid and I Did - Laserspeed LS-FL5s For Sale
I'm never going to financially recover from this.
Howdy, y'all. After proselytizing for these for a while now and selling one last week, I floated the idea of making a bulk order and then selling them at cost plus shipping. Got real stupid and went ahead with it. Total for one is $915, which hopefully at least saves you on taxes unless you're from one of the NOMAD states. Then hopefully insured 2-day shipping is enough of a draw.
Have ten Laserspeed LS-FL5s for sale. Full power laser aiming modules with white light, IR illuminator, IR laser, and visible green laser. These take one 18650 battery, or 2 CR123s, though I don't think the latter is an officially sanctioned power method. Posted a review of these a little while ago and I'm very happy with mine, I currently own two. Let me know if you have any questions or would like more information. Does me selling something I reviewed mean you should consider that a bias? Absolutely, think critically about what I said and understand that regardless of how honest I'm trying to be, my objectivity is still compromised.
Here's some footage of it. I have plans to go out and get more soon.
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Howdy, y'all. After proselytizing for these for a while now and selling one last week, I floated the idea of making a bulk order and then selling them at cost plus shipping. Got real stupid and went ahead with it. Total for one is $915, which hopefully at least saves you on taxes unless you're from one of the NOMAD states. Then hopefully insured 2-day shipping is enough of a draw.
Have ten Laserspeed LS-FL5s for sale. Full power laser aiming modules with white light, IR illuminator, IR laser, and visible green laser. These take one 18650 battery, or 2 CR123s, though I don't think the latter is an officially sanctioned power method. Posted a review of these a little while ago and I'm very happy with mine, I currently own two. Let me know if you have any questions or would like more information. Does me selling something I reviewed mean you should consider that a bias? Absolutely, think critically about what I said and understand that regardless of how honest I'm trying to be, my objectivity is still compromised.
Here's some footage of it. I have plans to go out and get more soon.
2023.06.07 21:12 Midgetforsale [US-MO][H] Keycaps: Drop + Booper DCX Deep Space Orion Base Kit (brand new, never mounted), Drop Artifact Shield WoB (brand new, never mounted), Switches: 90 Holy Panda switches (brand new never mounted) [W] Drop MT3 keycaps sets (specifically Cyber or Pulse colorways).
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Looking to trade some keycaps and switches.
Drop + Booper DCX Deep Space Orion Base Kit (brand new, never mounted) - Straight trade for MT3 Set (Cyber or Pulse)
Drop Artifact Shield WoB (brand new, never mounted) & 90 Holy Panda switches (brand new never mounted) - Would trade both together for one MT3 set. Open to other trade offers on these though. I guess I'd take a skylight set for Artifact WoB as one of my boards does have north facing LEDs. The holy pandas i'd trade for TTC Gold Pink switches as those are my current switch of choice.
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Looking to trade some keycaps and switches.
Drop + Booper DCX Deep Space Orion Base Kit (brand new, never mounted) - Straight trade for MT3 Set (Cyber or Pulse)
Drop Artifact Shield WoB (brand new, never mounted) & 90 Holy Panda switches (brand new never mounted) - Would trade both together for one MT3 set. Open to other trade offers on these though. I guess I'd take a skylight set for Artifact WoB as one of my boards does have north facing LEDs. The holy pandas i'd trade for TTC Gold Pink switches as those are my current switch of choice.
2023.06.07 21:12 JoshAsdvgi THE POWERFUL BOY
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] THE POWERFUL BOY [SENECA] The Seneca, one of the Iroquois nations of the Northeast, have their own version of the all-conquering little one. • A man and his wife lived with their five-year-old son in an ugly-looking lodge in the woods. One day the woman died giving birth to another boy, who was bright and lively but no longer than a person's hand. Thinking that the infant would not live, the father wrapped it carefully and placed it in a hollow tree outside the lodge. After that he burned the body of the mother. Then as he had done before, the man went hunting every day. The five-year-old played around the lodge by himself, feeling lonely. After a time he heard crying from the hollow tree, for the baby too was lonely, and hungry as well. When he discovered his little brother, the boy made him some soup from deer intestines, which the baby drank with relish. Much stronger, the newborn crawled out of the tree, and the two played together. The older brother made a little coat out of fawn skin; when he put it on, the baby looked like a chipmunk scampering around. When he came home, the father noticed that the deer intestines were gone and asked the boy what he had done with them. "Oh," said the child, "I was hungry." Seeing a small track of very short steps around the fire, the father said, "Here are a boy's tracks. Who is it?" So his son confessed that he had found his little brother in a hollow tree, and that he had given him soup and made him a fawn-skin coat. "Go and bring him," said the father. "He's shy; he won't come for anything," the boy said. 'Well, we'll catch him. Ask him to hunt mice with you in the old stump behind the hollow tree, and I'll get him." Gathering a great many mice, the man hid them in his clothes. Then he walked beyond the tree and crouched down so that he looked like an old stump. The boy went to the tree and called, "Come on, let's catch some mice." The baby climbed out, and they rushed around the stump catching mice. Wild with excitement, the tiny thing laughed and shouted; he had never had so much fun. Suddenly the stump turned into a man, who caught the little one ,in his arms and ran to the lodge. The infant screamed and struggled, but it was no use; he couldn't get away, and he would not be pacified until his father put a small club into his hand and said. "Now hit that tree." The baby struck a great hickory. The tree fell. Then he laid about him with the club, and everything he hit at was either crushed or killed. He was delighted and stopped crying. Now the baby stayed with his older brother while their father went hunting. "You must not go to the north while I'm away," the father told them. "Bad, dangerous people live there." But when the father had left, the tiny one said to his brother, "Oh, let's go north; I want to see what's there." The boys started off and walked until they came to wooded, marshy ground. Then they heard what sounded like many people calling, "My father! My fatherl" Actually they were frogs singing the frog song, "Nohqwa! Nohqwa!" "Oh, these people want to hurt my father!" the little boy cried. He fixed himself a pile of red-hot stones and, hurling them at the frogs, killed everyone. When the boys came home, their father was very angry. "You must not go again," he said. " And you must not go west; it's dangerous there too." But the next day when their father had left, the little boy said, "I want to see what's in the west; let's go there." So they traveled westward until they came to a tall pine tree, with a bed made of skins at the very top. "That's a strange place for a bed," the little boy said to his brother. "I'll climb up and look at it." Up he went. In the bed at the top he found two naked, frightened children, a boy and a girl. He pinched the naked boy, who called out, "Father, Father! Some strange child has come and scared me nearly to death!" Suddenly the voice of Thunder was heard in the far west. It rumbled toward them faster and faster until it reached the bed in the treetop. Raising his club, the little boy, the powerful one, struck Thunder and crushed his head, so that he fell dead to the ground. Then the boy pinched the naked girl, which made her call, "Mother! Mother! Some strange boy is tormenting me!" Instantly the voice of Mother Thunder sounded in the west and grew louder until she stood by the tree. The powerful boy struck her on the head as he had done with her husband, and she fell dead. The powerful one thought, "This Thunder boy would make a fine tobacco pouch for my father. I'll take him home." He struck the boy with his club and then threw both children to the ground. The two brothers went home, and the tiny one said, "Oh, Father! I have brought you a splended pouch!" "What have you done?" the father said when he saw the dead Thunder baby. "These ~thunders have never harmed us. They bring rain and do us good, but now they will destroy us to revenge their children." "Oh, they won't hurt us-I've killed the whole family," the powerful boy replied. So the father took the skin for a tobacco pouch, but he said, "You must never go north to the country where Stone Coat lives." The next day the older brother would not disobey his father, so the powerful boy headed north by himself. About noon he heard the loud barking of Stone Coat's dog, which was as tall as a deer. Thinking that the master must be close by, the little boy jumped into the heart of a chestnut tree to hide. The dog kept barking, and Stone Coat came up to look around. "There's nothing here," he said, but the dog barked and· stared at the tree. Finally Stone Coat struck the tree with his club and split it open. "WVhat a strange little fellow you are," Stone Coat said, looking at the boy as he came out. "You're not big enough to fill a hole in my tooth." "Oh, I didn't come to fill holes in your teeth. I came to go home with YOll and see how you live," said the boy. "All right, come on," Stone Coat said, and began walking with enormous steps. In his belt he carried two great bears, which seemed as small as squirrels. Once in a while he would look far down and say to the boy running by his side, "You're a funny little creature!" His lodge was huge and very long; the boy had never seen anything like it. Stone C.oat skinned the two bears, put one before his visitor, and otok the other for himself. "You eat this bear," he said, "or I'll eat you and him together." "If you don't eat yours before I eat mine, may I kill you?" asked the boy. "Oh, yes," said Stone Coat. The little boy cut off pieces of meat, cleaned them as fast as he could, and put them into his mouth. Then he ran out of the lodge to hide the meat. He kept running in and out, in and out, until all the flesh of his bear had disappeared. "You haven't finished yours yet," he said to Stone Coat. ''I'm going to kill you!" 'Wait until I show you how to slide downhill," Stone Coat said, and took him to a long, slippery hillside which ended in a cave. Putting the boy in a wooden bowl. Stone Coat sent him down at great speed. But presently the powerful boy ran up the slope again. "Where did you leave the bow!?" asked the surprised Stone Coat. "Oh, I don't know--down there, I suppose," the boy replied. "Well, let's see who can kick this log highest," said Stone Coat. "You try first," said the little one. The log was two feet thick and six feet long. Putting his foot under it, Stone C.oat kicked the log up twice his own height. Then the boy, slipping his foot under the log, sent it whistling through the air. It was gone a long time. Then it came down on Stone Coat's head and crushed him to death. "Come here," said the boy to Stone Coat's dog. The dog came, and the little one climbed on his back and rode home. "Now my father will have a fine hunting dog," he said. When the father saw the dog, he cried, "What have you done? Stone Coa t will kill us all!" "I have killed Stone Coat. He won't trouble us any more," replied the boy, the powerful one. "Now, boys," said the father, "you must never go to the southwest, the gambling place." But the next day about noon, the younger brother started walking southwest. He came to a beautiful opening in the woods, with a lean-to at the farther end. Sitting under the lean-to a man with a large head, much larger than a buffalo's, played dice for the heads of all who came along. He used wild-plumpits with designs on them for dice. Crowds of people were betting in groups of three. When they lost, as all did, the big-headed man put the three persons to one side. Then he played with three more, and when they lost he put them with the first three, and so on-until he decided that the number was large enough. Then he got up and cut all their heads off. As the boy approached, a number of people who had lost their bets were waiting to be killed. Hope came to them all, for they sensed that this child had great orenda-power, or medicine. The boy took his place, and the game began immediately. When the big-headed man threw the dice, the bay caused some to remain in the dish and others to go high, so that the dice came to rest with different designs showing. But when the boy threw, the dice turned into woodcocks, flew high, and came down as dice of the same design. The two played until the boy won back all the people and the gambler lost his own big head, for the boy instantly cut it off. The whole crowd shouted, "Now you must be our chief!" The boy said, "How could a little thing like me be a chief? Maybe my father would be willing to do it; I'll ask him." The boy went home with the story, but his father would not move to the land of gambling. "Now," said the father, "you must never go to the east, where they play ball." But the next day the boy traveled east until he came to a great, level country of beautiful plains. There the Wolf and the Bear clans were playing against the Eagle, the Turtle, and the Beaver clans. The boy took the side of the Wolf and the Bear. "If you win," they told him, "you will own all this country." They played, and the boy won. "Now,"they say, ' "you are the owner. " The powerful boy went home and told his father, "I have won all the beautiful country of the east; come and be chief of it." His father consented and moved with his two boys to the country of the east, and there they lived. Told by by Jeremiah Curtin and J. N. B. Hewitt around 1910. |
2023.06.07 21:12 c0d3rman Medium - How to Lower Spirit Influence
I've been looking at the medium class and I am very confused. The whole class, including the archetypes and spirit abilities, seems to be designed around managing your influence and keeping it just below the line. There are lots of abilities that require taking one or even two points of influence, and there seems to be an expectation that you will raise and lower influence throughout the day. But... how? The only thing I've found that lowers influence is Propitiation, but that's only 1 point once a day (and is a pain to boot).
I mean the class even has a provision saying "If the medium loses that 1 point of influence, he loses contact with the spirit, though he is still unable to perform a new seance until the normal 24 hour period has elapsed since his last seance." How could you possibly do that? Propitiation explicitly can't lower your influence below 1. Is there anything that would actually reduce your influence to 0?
I get that you can take taboos and things to gain more uses of Spirit Surge. But what about, like, every other class or archetype feature that uses influence? You start with 1 and turn into an NPC at 5, so you get 4 uses tops, more realistically 3 - unless you took Legendary Influence or something similar in which case you start at 2 and have even less uses. And there are all these abilities that seem to expect you to be using influence a lot.
Am I missing something? Is there any other way to lower spirit influence? (And no Reanimated Medium doesn't count.)
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I mean the class even has a provision saying "If the medium loses that 1 point of influence, he loses contact with the spirit, though he is still unable to perform a new seance until the normal 24 hour period has elapsed since his last seance." How could you possibly do that? Propitiation explicitly can't lower your influence below 1. Is there anything that would actually reduce your influence to 0?
I get that you can take taboos and things to gain more uses of Spirit Surge. But what about, like, every other class or archetype feature that uses influence? You start with 1 and turn into an NPC at 5, so you get 4 uses tops, more realistically 3 - unless you took Legendary Influence or something similar in which case you start at 2 and have even less uses. And there are all these abilities that seem to expect you to be using influence a lot.
Am I missing something? Is there any other way to lower spirit influence? (And no Reanimated Medium doesn't count.)
2023.06.07 21:12 MajinBlueZ Devil Fruits themed on the Four Horsemen (manga spoilers)
Inspired by u/Responsible-Smoke183's thread, who needed a Devil Fruit for a Death-themed character. While they ultimately went with another idea, I liked mine so much I wanted to continue work on it. And now it's grown into a full-on character group concept. God help me.
Context - The Four Horsemen
The Four Horsemen are a group of four high-ranking bodyguards/assassins who serve the Five Elders and Imu. Their existence is completely unknown to anyone, and they outrank even the Fleet Admiral and CP0. However, the Four Horsemen are similar to Judge's children in that while they are powerful, skilled and ruthlessly loyal to the concept of "justice", they lack any agency of their own and exist only to serve the Five Elders and Imu. This only serves to make them more dangerous, as they will perform ANY action they deem fit to protect their leaders.
The Four Horsemen have eaten three of the most powerful Devil Fruits that the Five Elders were able to get their hands on. The exception is Conquest the White Horse; they were supposed to eat the Gum Gum Fruit>! a.k.a. the Human Human Fruit: Model Nika!<, but of course Luffy got a hold of it first. So Conquest instead relies exclusively on their Haki.
Blam Blam Fruit (Ban Ban no Mi)
Eaten By: War the Red Horse
Type: Logia
Meaning: The sound of a gunshot.
The Blam Blam Fruit is an artificial Devil Fruit created by Vegapunk, as a Logia fruit that embodies the "element" of warfare. This grants its user the ability to create, become and control any variety of explosives and firearms. Vegapunk used the Arms Arms Fruit as a basis, and as such this fruit is considered it's superior counterpart. The user also has the added ability of being immune to anything that is deemed an explosive or a firearm; only melee weaponry or martial arts is capable of harming them. Like most Logia users they can avoid non-Haki-empowered attacks by turning into their element, in this case by turning into a bomb that explodes on contact.
Techniques:
Eaten By: Famine the Black Horse
Type: Paramecia
Meaning: From the English word "absorb".
The 'Sorb 'Sorb Fruit is another artificial Devil Fruit created by Vegapunk, a Paramecia that allows the user to absorb the characteristics of any object and integrate it with their body. Vegapunk used the Munch Munch Fruit as a basis, however rather than eating an object, the user is able to absorb the object's "essence". For example, by absorbing the "essence" of a fire, the user becomes capable of setting any part of their body aflame, while also becoming immune to heat. The result is a "special Paramecia" that can emulate other Devil Fruits, similar to Mochi Mochi Fruit. There is no known limit to how many "essences" the user can absorb at once, but they can only utilise one at a time.
Techniques:
Eaten By: Death the Pale Horse
Type: Paramecia
Meaning: The "bong" of a church bell.
In contrast to the others, the Bong Bong Fruit is not an artificial Devil Fruit, but is a naturally occurring Devil Fruit that the World Government tried to keep under wraps, similar to the Human Human Fruit: Model Nika. The Bong Bong Fruit allows the user to see and channel the spirit of Death. This allows them a variety of abilities, the most frightening of which is the ability to sever a person's soul from their body, killing them immediately. When combined with Observation Haki, the user is also able to see the exact moment a person will die. The fruit is considered to be the superior counterpart to the Revive Revive Fruit, much like how the Mag Mag Fruit is superior to the Flame Flame Fruit.
Techniques:
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Context - The Four Horsemen
The Four Horsemen are a group of four high-ranking bodyguards/assassins who serve the Five Elders and Imu. Their existence is completely unknown to anyone, and they outrank even the Fleet Admiral and CP0. However, the Four Horsemen are similar to Judge's children in that while they are powerful, skilled and ruthlessly loyal to the concept of "justice", they lack any agency of their own and exist only to serve the Five Elders and Imu. This only serves to make them more dangerous, as they will perform ANY action they deem fit to protect their leaders.
The Four Horsemen have eaten three of the most powerful Devil Fruits that the Five Elders were able to get their hands on. The exception is Conquest the White Horse; they were supposed to eat the Gum Gum Fruit>! a.k.a. the Human Human Fruit: Model Nika!<, but of course Luffy got a hold of it first. So Conquest instead relies exclusively on their Haki.
Blam Blam Fruit (Ban Ban no Mi)
Eaten By: War the Red Horse
Type: Logia
Meaning: The sound of a gunshot.
The Blam Blam Fruit is an artificial Devil Fruit created by Vegapunk, as a Logia fruit that embodies the "element" of warfare. This grants its user the ability to create, become and control any variety of explosives and firearms. Vegapunk used the Arms Arms Fruit as a basis, and as such this fruit is considered it's superior counterpart. The user also has the added ability of being immune to anything that is deemed an explosive or a firearm; only melee weaponry or martial arts is capable of harming them. Like most Logia users they can avoid non-Haki-empowered attacks by turning into their element, in this case by turning into a bomb that explodes on contact.
Techniques:
- Finger Pistol - The user turns their fingertip into the barrel of a handgun and fires a bullet from it. Deliberately named after the Six Powers' Finger Pistol technique.
- Point Blank Arm-tillery - The user punches an opponent in the stomach, before transforming their arm into a cannon and firing at point blank range.
- Raining Bullets - When above an opponent, the user turns their body into a variety of gatling guns which all fire directly downwards, destroying anything in the area.
- Heat-Seeking Shooting Stars - The user creates several rocket launchers on their back and fires countless missiles, which all loop around and seek out the opponent. This can be countered via using high-temperature distractions.
- Warhead - The user lets off explosions at their feet that propel them into the opponent, headbutting them and exploding at the same time.
- Awakening: G-M-S - After Awakening the Blam Blam Fruit, the user focuses on their opponent, "locking on" to them in their mind. The result is similar to the Mark Mark Fruit as it causes all projectiles to home in on anyone that the user locks-on to. This was used to overcome the flaw with Heat-Seeking Shooting Stars. The only weakness is that the G-M-S can only be applied to one person at a time, requiring the user to switch between opponents.
- Final Battle: WarGames - The deadliest technique that the Blam Blam Fruit offers the user, they push their Devil Fruit powers to the limit and transform into an enormous war machine. The result is described in-story as a "living Buster Call" and is capable of levelling entire islands. Normally, War is not allowed to use this technique without express authorisation.
Eaten By: Famine the Black Horse
Type: Paramecia
Meaning: From the English word "absorb".
The 'Sorb 'Sorb Fruit is another artificial Devil Fruit created by Vegapunk, a Paramecia that allows the user to absorb the characteristics of any object and integrate it with their body. Vegapunk used the Munch Munch Fruit as a basis, however rather than eating an object, the user is able to absorb the object's "essence". For example, by absorbing the "essence" of a fire, the user becomes capable of setting any part of their body aflame, while also becoming immune to heat. The result is a "special Paramecia" that can emulate other Devil Fruits, similar to Mochi Mochi Fruit. There is no known limit to how many "essences" the user can absorb at once, but they can only utilise one at a time.
Techniques:
- Flaming Fire - The user absorbs the characteristics of fire, before setting their arms aflame. This allows them to burn anything they touch and enhances their punches, similar to the Flame Flame Fruit.
- Freezing Frost - The user absorbs the characteristics of ice and freezes their arms. This allows them to freeze anything they touch, similar to the Chilly Chilly Fruit. The ice around their arms also acts as armour.
- Slashing Slice - The user absorbs the characteristics of a sword, and becomes able to slash the opponent with their bare body, similar to the Dice Dice Fruit.
- Shocking Spark - The user absorbs the characteristics of electricity, and channels it through their arms. This allows them to electrocute anything they touch, similar to the Rumble Rumble Fruit.
- Raging Rubber - The user absorbs the characteristics of rubber, becoming able to stretch their body similar to the Gum Gum Fruit.
- Awakening: Essence Of The Devil - Upon Awakening their Devil Fruit, the user becomes able to not only absorb the essences of everyday objects, but becomes able to absorbs the essence of other Devil Fruit users, essentially mimicking their powers. The Five Elders intended to use this power to steal the Human Human Fruit: Model Nika's powers, implying that the user could then transfer the essence to another person, but this was not seen in action.
Eaten By: Death the Pale Horse
Type: Paramecia
Meaning: The "bong" of a church bell.
In contrast to the others, the Bong Bong Fruit is not an artificial Devil Fruit, but is a naturally occurring Devil Fruit that the World Government tried to keep under wraps, similar to the Human Human Fruit: Model Nika. The Bong Bong Fruit allows the user to see and channel the spirit of Death. This allows them a variety of abilities, the most frightening of which is the ability to sever a person's soul from their body, killing them immediately. When combined with Observation Haki, the user is also able to see the exact moment a person will die. The fruit is considered to be the superior counterpart to the Revive Revive Fruit, much like how the Mag Mag Fruit is superior to the Flame Flame Fruit.
Techniques:
- Dead Man's Eye - By combining their Bong Bong Fruit powers with Observation Haki, the user can see a person's moment of death by looking into their eyes. This is used primarily for psychological warfare.
- Death Rattle - The user channels the spirit of Death into their weapon, making it take on a ghostly blue glow. If an opponent is struck by the weapon in this state, the connection between their body and soul is immediately severed and they are killed instantly.
- For Whom The Bell Tolls - The user channels the spirit of Death into their body, taking on a reaper-like appearance. Pale blue flames enshroud their body and skeletal markings appear across their body. In this form, the user is stated to become "the avatar of Death", though what exactly that entails isn't discussed in detail, except it is a requirement to use Final Judgement.
- Final Judgement - After using For Whom The Bell Tolls, the user summons the soul of every person the opponent has witnessed die in their life, and asks whether they deserve to live. Since these souls invariably include those who died by the opponent's hand, they invariably choose death, and they tear the unfortunate opponent apart. Death the Pale Horse claims that those claimed by this technique are sent to Hell, regardless of any good deeds they performed in life. However, if those souls instead judge the opponent as worthy of life, they can turn on the user.
2023.06.07 21:12 JKKM2445 FT: Shinies, Hisui/Alolan mons, aprimons/6IV, Alphas
Not everything in this post is SV compatible. I can trade in SV, SWSH, PLA, and HOME.
Please keep in mind that items cannot be traded in Pokemon Home. Items attached to pokemon which are then moved to Home will have their items put back into your SV bag.
Now that Pokemon Home is compatible with SV, I'm clearing out some stuff I have. I am looking for SV apriballs in exchange. By Apriballs, I mean any of the following balls:- Fast Ball
- Friend Ball
- Lure Ball
- Level Ball
- Heavy Ball
- Love Ball
- Moon Ball
- Dream Ball
- Beast Ball
- Not taking any Master Balls because I don't use them
Shinies
My shiny trade historyAll OT/ID/origin of shinies are in the links below.
- OT shinies LF: Rates are in the link
- Non-OT shinies LF: 1 apriball each
Hisui/Alolan Mons
LF: 1 apriball FT: as many as you want (up to 1 of each)- H-Sliggoo x3
- H-Goodra x1
- Moon H-Growlithe x4
- Kleavor x3
- A-Diglett x1
- A-Dugtrio x1
- A-Meowth x1
- A-Persian x1
- A-Marowak x5
- A-Exeggutor x17
- Fast A-Raichu x3
Aprimons
If you have just started your apridex/ missing a lot of aprimons, feel free to list what you want from my links and we'll see if we can do a better rate :)SV / SWSH aprimons
- LF: 1 SV apriball FT: Up to 5 mons
- Most SWSH aprimons are not ENG tagged, as I was using them to complete my language dex
- LF: 1 SV apriball FT: 2 mons
Alphas
These PLA caught mons will appear in the Strange ball which cannot be passed on through breeding, and will have the Alpha mark and Jumbo Mark.Although I have listed some rates below, if you are looking to do a big trade to complete your Alpha dex, drop a list/ sheet and we'll try to work something out!
LF: 1 SV apriball for 3 Alphas
- H-Typlosion x5
- H-Braviary x3
- H-Zoroark x2
- Petilil x4
- H-Liligant x1
- Spiritomb x12
- Dartix x6
- Grotle x1
- Chimchar x2
- Monferno x1
- Teddiursa x3 (not evolving to Ursaluna)
- Goomy x1
- Ralts-M x1
- Ralts-F x1
- Kirlia x5
- Sylveon x3
- Wurmple x7
- Silcoon x2
- Cascoon x1
- Beautifly x4
- Cascoon x4
- Dustox x4
- Combee-M x10
- Combee-F x1
- Buizel x7
- Hippopotas-M x4
- Hippopotas-F x3
- Zubat x6
- Budex x12
- Roselia x2
- Duskull x3
- Dusclops x3
- Starly x6
- Drifloon x9
- Drifblim x12
- Gastly x2
- Haunter x3
- Gengar x13
- Geodude x5
- Machop x5
- Snorunt x4
- Sealeo x4
- Togepi x1
- Togetic x3
- Abra x3
- Clefairy x3
- Happiny x2
- Pikachu x7
- Psyduck x8
- Tangela x9
- Paras x11
- Tentacool x6
- Aipom x6
- Shellos (Pink) x8
- Buneary x8
- Crogunk x5
- Stunky x4
- Skuntank x1
- Sudowoodo x5
- Bronzor x4
- Lickitung x4
- Kricketot x4
- Mime Jr. x3
- Mr. Mime x3
- Bidoof x3
- Shinx x3
- Glameow x3
- Barboach x2
- Ponyta x2
- Murkrow x1
- Misdreavus x1
- Skorupi x1
- Mantyke x1
- Chatot x10
- Magmar x3
2023.06.07 21:11 elmiondorad0 My 7900 XTX RGB strips won't turn back on.
I messed around with SignalRGB and rearranging cables. I swapped the RGB connector from my CPU cooler's RGB plug to my case's RGB Controller among other things.
At some point during these movements and installing and uninstalling software because of LED Firmware versions and stuff my GPU's led strip turned off and it won't turn back on again on either side. It is definitely not broken, just not turning on for whatever reason.
I've tried installing and reinstalling Trixx's latest version, plugging and unplugging the GPU, clearing cmos, shorting JT1 header, pluging the GPU directly to the mobo's RGB controller to no effect.
I Am aware you control it with Trixx. The thing is that it doesn't turn on no matter what setting I use on Trixx.
Any suggestions?
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At some point during these movements and installing and uninstalling software because of LED Firmware versions and stuff my GPU's led strip turned off and it won't turn back on again on either side. It is definitely not broken, just not turning on for whatever reason.
I've tried installing and reinstalling Trixx's latest version, plugging and unplugging the GPU, clearing cmos, shorting JT1 header, pluging the GPU directly to the mobo's RGB controller to no effect.
I Am aware you control it with Trixx. The thing is that it doesn't turn on no matter what setting I use on Trixx.
Any suggestions?
2023.06.07 21:11 dvslocksmith Why do replacement car keys cost too much? Are there less expensive means of obtaining these?
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As a result, locksmiths are able to provide new keys of a high caliber while simultaneously raising the cost of their services through the purchase of specialized equipment and regular training.
Dynamics of Supply and Demand
The dynamics of supply and demand within the automotive locksmith sector have a big impact on how much new car keys cost. The cost of replacement keys typically rises in tandem with the demand for them. The cost of procuring key blanks from producers and keeping an inventory of various key types in stock can also be high for locksmith businesses, adding to the overall cost.
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The Complexity of Contemporary Car Keys
The rising complexity of contemporary key technology is a major factor in the high price of replacement car keys. The era of basic metal keys is over. Modern cars typically come with keyless entry devices, remote key fobs, and advanced transponder keys. These advanced keys feature electronic components that improve car security but also raise their cost.
Additionally, the incorporation of computer chips and intricate programming into modern automobile keys adds a layer of complexity and raises the cost of production.
Specialized Tools and Knowledge
The specialized tools and skills needed to make replacement automobile keys are another aspect that affects their price. Automotive locksmiths make significant investments in state-of-the-art equipment and software to precisely duplicate or program car keys. They are able to work with different car makes and models thanks to this equipment, which guarantees compatibility and functionality.
As a result, locksmiths are able to provide new keys of a high caliber while simultaneously raising the cost of their services through the purchase of specialized equipment and regular training.
Dynamics of Supply and Demand
The dynamics of supply and demand within the automotive locksmith sector have a big impact on how much new car keys cost. The cost of replacement keys typically rises in tandem with the demand for them. The cost of procuring key blanks from producers and keeping an inventory of various key types in stock can also be high for locksmith businesses, adding to the overall cost.
Nevertheless, car owners can discover a dependable and affordable answer for their key replacement demands by looking into alternate methods, like calling DVS Locksmith in Melrose Park.
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2023.06.07 21:11 gk21 Resource Guarding: Looking for Thoughts and Tips
Hi! My 3-month corgi pup recently started resource guarding with 3 things: a lick mat with peanut butter, his food, and a bully stick.
For the lick mat and bully stick, I was able to trade him, but this morning I attempted to hand feed him to help after some advice from a trainer and he snapped at my face and bit my lip. I don't need stitches, but it did bleed pretty badly and is swollen.
I'm working with a trainer to help get this under control, especially because he is so young I'm hopeful this is something I'll be able to correct. I just was wondering if anyone had insight or advice on the following:
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For the lick mat and bully stick, I was able to trade him, but this morning I attempted to hand feed him to help after some advice from a trainer and he snapped at my face and bit my lip. I don't need stitches, but it did bleed pretty badly and is swollen.
I'm working with a trainer to help get this under control, especially because he is so young I'm hopeful this is something I'll be able to correct. I just was wondering if anyone had insight or advice on the following:
- He doesn't guard every time he has these things (it's happened 3 times, once per item), and I can't find a common connection--what should I be looking for to figure out what is going on?
- If your puppy guarded, what did you do and how long did it take to notice an improvement? I'm nervous because it isn't a regular behavior for him that I'll think it's under control and he'll start again.
- There is a lot of conflicting advice online re: hand feeding vs. feed from a bowl and dropping high-value treats as you go by vs. trading? Has anyone had more success with one technique over the other? I'm working with a trainer (he is in puppy socialization classes right now, and we start basic puppy obedience next month) but I'd love insight from people who have dealt with this first hand.
- Are there any behaviors during play I should look out for to be sure I'm not accidentally encouraging this? For example, does tug make him think I'm going to take things away?
2023.06.07 21:10 Life-Industry-1131 Even AI is skeptical about Nvidia..
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2023.06.07 21:10 elmiondorad0 My 7900 XTX RGB strips won't turn back on.
I messed around with SignalRGB and rearranging cables. I swapped the RGB connector from my CPU cooler's RGB plug to my case's RGB Controller among other things.
At some point during these movements and installing and uninstalling software because of LED Firmware versions and stuff my GPU's led strip turned off and it won't turn back on again on either side. It is definitely not broken, just not turning on for whatever reason.
I've tried installing and reinstalling Trixx's latest version, plugging and unplugging the GPU, clearing cmos, shorting JT1 header, pluging the GPU directly to the mobo's RGB controller to no effect. I Am aware you control it with Trixx. The thing is that it doesn't turn on no matter what setting I use on Trixx.
Any suggestions?
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At some point during these movements and installing and uninstalling software because of LED Firmware versions and stuff my GPU's led strip turned off and it won't turn back on again on either side. It is definitely not broken, just not turning on for whatever reason.
I've tried installing and reinstalling Trixx's latest version, plugging and unplugging the GPU, clearing cmos, shorting JT1 header, pluging the GPU directly to the mobo's RGB controller to no effect. I Am aware you control it with Trixx. The thing is that it doesn't turn on no matter what setting I use on Trixx.
Any suggestions?
2023.06.07 21:10 Barbie3435 Makeup chests
 | I got a few pieces I really like, but I also got some terrible (imo) stuff once again😂🥲 The 4040 vision isn’t terrible I guess, but I just have too many gimmicky makeup pieces.. submitted by Barbie3435 to RDRSuperstar [link] [comments] The purple fox lips have now completed my holy trinity of awful glitter-lips😂 I don’t have any words for the nude mood lips.. All I can say is that they’ll not get used by me🫢 If someone loves any of these, I hope you won’t take offense, it’s not meant as shade to anyone that uses any of them Last 4 pics are pieces I got that I’m happy with, just to up the mood of the post a little😂🫶🏻 |
2023.06.07 21:10 elmiondorad0 My 7900 XTX RGB strips won't turn back on.
I messed around with SignalRGB and rearranging cables. I swapped the RGB connector from my CPU cooler's RGB plug to my case's RGB Controller among other things.
At some point during these movements and installing and uninstalling software because of LED Firmware versions and stuff my GPU's led strip turned off and it won't turn back on again on either side. It is definitely not broken, just not turning on for whatever reason.
I've tried installing and reinstalling Trixx's latest version, plugging and unplugging the GPU, clearing cmos, shorting JT1 header, pluging the GPU directly to the mobo's RGB controller to no effect. I Am aware you control it with Trixx. The thing is that it doesn't turn on no matter what setting I use on Trixx.
Any suggestions?
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At some point during these movements and installing and uninstalling software because of LED Firmware versions and stuff my GPU's led strip turned off and it won't turn back on again on either side. It is definitely not broken, just not turning on for whatever reason.
I've tried installing and reinstalling Trixx's latest version, plugging and unplugging the GPU, clearing cmos, shorting JT1 header, pluging the GPU directly to the mobo's RGB controller to no effect. I Am aware you control it with Trixx. The thing is that it doesn't turn on no matter what setting I use on Trixx.
Any suggestions?
2023.06.07 21:10 MadMunchkin2020 I just observed these white bugs on my tomato plants. Anyone know what these are and what course of action to take?
 | There have also been ants crawling on my plants incase that indicates anything submitted by MadMunchkin2020 to tomatoes [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 21:09 revert_to_monkey New Twitch guidelines will force the LCS and other leauges to reformat the broadcast
https://help.twitch.tv/s/article/branded-content-policy?language=en_US
Twitch has already come out and said they are planning to revise the wording of the new guidelines, but from what I can tell they are focused on eliminating certain types of ads that are vital to the LCS broadcast, such as burned-in video ads like Statefarm or Honda ads that play during breaks. If these new guidelines remain, the LCS and other leagues will have to break huge sponsorship deals and totally reformat parts of the broadcast if they want to remain on Twitch.
I definitely don't know all the sponsorship numbers, but I see three options for the LCS moving forward if these guidelines go through:
source for overspending numbers - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S04qQqobGyg
If Twitch sticks with these guidelines, the LCS WILL HAVE to change, it is not a question. How do you think the LCS could manage this?
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Twitch has already come out and said they are planning to revise the wording of the new guidelines, but from what I can tell they are focused on eliminating certain types of ads that are vital to the LCS broadcast, such as burned-in video ads like Statefarm or Honda ads that play during breaks. If these new guidelines remain, the LCS and other leagues will have to break huge sponsorship deals and totally reformat parts of the broadcast if they want to remain on Twitch.
I definitely don't know all the sponsorship numbers, but I see three options for the LCS moving forward if these guidelines go through:
- Change nothing and move English streams to YouTube (Korea and China still have AfreecaTV and Weibo)
- Reformat broadcasts, either having less sponsors or somehow perform sponsor segments live to abide by the rules
- Take less sponsors, but charge a Twitch subscription to form a new revenue stream
source for overspending numbers - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S04qQqobGyg
If Twitch sticks with these guidelines, the LCS WILL HAVE to change, it is not a question. How do you think the LCS could manage this?
2023.06.07 21:09 hibbos Results After 3 Months Avorstatin 20gm
Really happy with these results. 48 year old male.
On top of statin have reduced sat fats where I can. Added berberine supplement. Already exercised a lot no change there.
Taking CoQ10 as I train hard at the gym and was concerned about muscle loss, but have actually gained some strength and lost some body fat oddly enough - maybe improved diet but haven't changed a lot, just tweaked a few daily habits.
Triglyceride still a bit higher than I would like, still do eat quite a lot of carbs, and probably too much sugar.
https://preview.redd.it/pn8ow57e9n4b1.png?width=750&format=png&auto=webp&s=3ff61790142c562cc55fd6d0acd8a286539503d1
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On top of statin have reduced sat fats where I can. Added berberine supplement. Already exercised a lot no change there.
Taking CoQ10 as I train hard at the gym and was concerned about muscle loss, but have actually gained some strength and lost some body fat oddly enough - maybe improved diet but haven't changed a lot, just tweaked a few daily habits.
Triglyceride still a bit higher than I would like, still do eat quite a lot of carbs, and probably too much sugar.
https://preview.redd.it/pn8ow57e9n4b1.png?width=750&format=png&auto=webp&s=3ff61790142c562cc55fd6d0acd8a286539503d1
2023.06.07 21:09 Wrong-Yak334 Nardil - extreme nighttime anxiety
I posted a few days ago about Nardils only partial/cyclothymic effects for me. thanks for everyones helpful ideas.
I'm back in a phase of Nardil (somewhat) "working" for my mood, but my anxiety in the evenings is still off the charts. it's almost certainly a deficiency in GABA functioning, as even a half Ativan will mostly knock it out for a few hours.
the result is a constant barrage of intrusive thoughts / "panic signals", beginning in the late afternoon and worsening until bedtime. the muscles in my diaphragm and up thru my neck and head instinctively clench up during these anxiety attacks, exacerbating my already bad chronic headaches. it also feels like the musculature in the base of my skull is pinching off viral nerves going to go thru my neck. obviously this is a subjective feeling and may not be what's actually happening, but it's scary anyway. I'm worried about long term nerve damage (I already have some occasionally bad neuropathy from a bad case of Long Covid).
despite lots of augments/supps/etc. I've been on, nothing seems to mitigate this. see partial list below.
I'm desperate as hell, I don't know how much longer I can abide this. doctors have been useless. I really appreciate any ideas.
meds: gabapentin, lamictal, LDN, aripiprazole, quetiapine, olanzapine (I also stopped taking modafinil in case it was contributing - no help)
supplements: lithium orotate, l-tryptohan, l-theanine, lavender, lemon balm
behavioral: deep breathing, meditation
other stuff: cannibis, CBD
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I'm back in a phase of Nardil (somewhat) "working" for my mood, but my anxiety in the evenings is still off the charts. it's almost certainly a deficiency in GABA functioning, as even a half Ativan will mostly knock it out for a few hours.
the result is a constant barrage of intrusive thoughts / "panic signals", beginning in the late afternoon and worsening until bedtime. the muscles in my diaphragm and up thru my neck and head instinctively clench up during these anxiety attacks, exacerbating my already bad chronic headaches. it also feels like the musculature in the base of my skull is pinching off viral nerves going to go thru my neck. obviously this is a subjective feeling and may not be what's actually happening, but it's scary anyway. I'm worried about long term nerve damage (I already have some occasionally bad neuropathy from a bad case of Long Covid).
despite lots of augments/supps/etc. I've been on, nothing seems to mitigate this. see partial list below.
I'm desperate as hell, I don't know how much longer I can abide this. doctors have been useless. I really appreciate any ideas.
meds: gabapentin, lamictal, LDN, aripiprazole, quetiapine, olanzapine (I also stopped taking modafinil in case it was contributing - no help)
supplements: lithium orotate, l-tryptohan, l-theanine, lavender, lemon balm
behavioral: deep breathing, meditation
other stuff: cannibis, CBD
2023.06.07 21:08 Drakolf The Bayou:
They told us never to hunt without a local.
I never really understood the reason why, they were loud, obnoxious. Even if the gators couldn't hear us, we sure as hell didn't want anything else that could make for a good kill to fly off.
So we slipped in while people weren't looking, early dawn, before anyone in their right mind went in. I knew we were abusing a local superstition just to have a peaceful day of hunting, and by all accounts, we absolutely did. Of course, the locals were pissed, demanded to know what we shot at, if we saw anything.
Now, I'm not the kind of person who gets flippant and rude, but having people get pissy over a silly superstition pisses me off, it doesn't matter if they're Christian or some backwater pagan.
"Oh, yeah. We saw all of the stuffed gators that had signs that said, 'Free to use'!" I snapped. This didn't really earn us much favor with the locals, but what they said next kind of unsettled me.
"Fine, city boys. You clearly don't need our protection."
They didn't stop us from going out, but the glares they shot us indicated they thought not coming with us was a punishment. Part of me did feel bad about it, but at the same time, I can't be assed to be babysat by some hicks who probably think toilet paper is a work of the devil.
Shit, that's a good one, I'll have to use that if they ever get pissy with us again.
So we continued our monthly hunts, only taking what the state allotted, never hunting in the same place twice in a row- or even within seven trips. It keeps the local biodiversity stable.
Today didn't feel any different.
We got on our boat, navigated our way through the bayou, passed by a local who shot us a frosty glare, but it wasn't anything new. Well, the fact that nobody else was out here was a little concerning, but I'd checked to make sure there wasn't any naturally occurring danger.
The locals never outright refused to tell us anything, if there was a danger to keep track of, they weren't going to be murderers by inaction simply because they hated my guts. They told us about some sort of algae bloom on the eastern edge of the bayou, said it was hostile to human life, that it would clear up in a day or so.
"Don't go out on the water today." The man I'd spoken to said, his expression unusually tense. "Nobody is goin' be out there to save your hides, not even our protection could keep you safe, y'hear?"
It was just another superstition, the usual doom and gloom but extra special because it was probably some kind of holy week in their hick religion.
Still, it was kind of unnerving, being the only ones out here.
"What's that?" Brandon asked.
"What's what?" I asked.
He pointed off in the distance. "That."
I squinted. "Looks like the sun reflecting off the water." I said.
He directed the boat in that direction, whatever it was he saw, he wanted to verify that it was a reflection. As we passed through what felt like a tunnel of overgrowth, we saw the light that glowed underneath the surface of the water.
"Well, if that don't beat all." Brandon remarked.
"Careful." I joked, trying not to let my concern show. "You keep talking like that, I won't be able to tell you apart from the rest of the hicks."
He shot me a look, it only occurred to me after that look that I'd also briefly mimicked their accent. The glow persisted. "Alright, so this is clearly some kind of dangerous bioluminescent bullshit." I remarked. "Let's get out of here."
"I can hear it calling out to me."
Before I could even begin to parse what he said, he leapt into the water.
"Brandon!" I shouted, terrified because he'd suddenly done the craziest bullshit I'd ever seen from him, and because out of the two of us, he actually knew how to drive one of these things.
I leapt in after him.
The water was murky, but I could see his silhouette in the glow. The sound of water drowned out any sounds other than the ones I made as I tried desperately to reach him.
I felt, more than saw, a ripple of water as something swam past me. I looked, terrified, but there wasn't anything there, if it was a gator... Well, I don't think I would have had time to look. I hurried after Brandon, I grabbed his shoulder, but he kept swimming, dragging me down with him.
The heat that surrounded us was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, my fear ebbed away even as my rational brain struggled to keep the panic present. I looked toward the glow, and saw the massive eye that stared at us.
This gator was fucking huge. Its eye was trained directly on us, and that's when its pupil narrowed, and pain erupted throughout my body.
Thick, flesh-rending claws erupted from the tips of my fingers, followed by my skin violently rupturing, yet I felt calm, at peace with this, I grabbed the torn scraps of flesh and peeled it off my scaly arm, cut away the clothing that kept it held against my body,
I didn't know why I gathered up my flayed skin into a ball, at least until the giant gator opened its mouth. We were compelled to put it in there, we watched as the giant gator closed its mouth around our cast off humanity, and we swam for the surface.
Climbing into the boat felt surreal, I looked at Brandon, his newly crocodilian head betraying nothing, no emotions that I was familiar with. He let out the familiar hiss of a crocodile, and even though it didn't resemble anything like words, I understood it perfectly.
He drove us back into town, we both felt it was safe, that the locals would at least understand what happened to us. The looks the locals gave us told us they fully expected this.
"Hey! City boys!" A man hollered. "I know you don't care anymore, but we did warn you!" The laughter told us this wasn't even that big of a deal to them, it was some joke that we'd stumbled into what felt like a wonderful gift.
I hissed out something before I remembered that I couldn't actually speak.
"Oh, yeah, we call him Big John, he wakes up every year does a little hunting, and goes back to sleep. We just leave him alone most of the time, some of us accept his gift, most of us don't, but we give him the respect he needs."
Beyond the initial ribbing, they were welcoming, completely unafraid of us. I guess they had to be, considering we couldn't even think about leaving. It was ironic how we had been so utterly dismissive of them, yet now we were almost unthinkingly protective of them, the only called our God 'Big John' simply because human mouths can't make the sounds necessary to speak his name.
The waters of the bayou call to us, we know to hide when we hear them, their loud and raucous antics serving as a warning to hide from would-be hunters looking to snag a gator, and the few times someone becomes violent, the air not agreeing with them, or the dream song of our God driving them to feral madness, we rise from the depths to drag them down, to serve as an offering to our dreaming and benevolent God.
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I never really understood the reason why, they were loud, obnoxious. Even if the gators couldn't hear us, we sure as hell didn't want anything else that could make for a good kill to fly off.
So we slipped in while people weren't looking, early dawn, before anyone in their right mind went in. I knew we were abusing a local superstition just to have a peaceful day of hunting, and by all accounts, we absolutely did. Of course, the locals were pissed, demanded to know what we shot at, if we saw anything.
Now, I'm not the kind of person who gets flippant and rude, but having people get pissy over a silly superstition pisses me off, it doesn't matter if they're Christian or some backwater pagan.
"Oh, yeah. We saw all of the stuffed gators that had signs that said, 'Free to use'!" I snapped. This didn't really earn us much favor with the locals, but what they said next kind of unsettled me.
"Fine, city boys. You clearly don't need our protection."
They didn't stop us from going out, but the glares they shot us indicated they thought not coming with us was a punishment. Part of me did feel bad about it, but at the same time, I can't be assed to be babysat by some hicks who probably think toilet paper is a work of the devil.
Shit, that's a good one, I'll have to use that if they ever get pissy with us again.
So we continued our monthly hunts, only taking what the state allotted, never hunting in the same place twice in a row- or even within seven trips. It keeps the local biodiversity stable.
Today didn't feel any different.
We got on our boat, navigated our way through the bayou, passed by a local who shot us a frosty glare, but it wasn't anything new. Well, the fact that nobody else was out here was a little concerning, but I'd checked to make sure there wasn't any naturally occurring danger.
The locals never outright refused to tell us anything, if there was a danger to keep track of, they weren't going to be murderers by inaction simply because they hated my guts. They told us about some sort of algae bloom on the eastern edge of the bayou, said it was hostile to human life, that it would clear up in a day or so.
"Don't go out on the water today." The man I'd spoken to said, his expression unusually tense. "Nobody is goin' be out there to save your hides, not even our protection could keep you safe, y'hear?"
It was just another superstition, the usual doom and gloom but extra special because it was probably some kind of holy week in their hick religion.
Still, it was kind of unnerving, being the only ones out here.
"What's that?" Brandon asked.
"What's what?" I asked.
He pointed off in the distance. "That."
I squinted. "Looks like the sun reflecting off the water." I said.
He directed the boat in that direction, whatever it was he saw, he wanted to verify that it was a reflection. As we passed through what felt like a tunnel of overgrowth, we saw the light that glowed underneath the surface of the water.
"Well, if that don't beat all." Brandon remarked.
"Careful." I joked, trying not to let my concern show. "You keep talking like that, I won't be able to tell you apart from the rest of the hicks."
He shot me a look, it only occurred to me after that look that I'd also briefly mimicked their accent. The glow persisted. "Alright, so this is clearly some kind of dangerous bioluminescent bullshit." I remarked. "Let's get out of here."
"I can hear it calling out to me."
Before I could even begin to parse what he said, he leapt into the water.
"Brandon!" I shouted, terrified because he'd suddenly done the craziest bullshit I'd ever seen from him, and because out of the two of us, he actually knew how to drive one of these things.
I leapt in after him.
The water was murky, but I could see his silhouette in the glow. The sound of water drowned out any sounds other than the ones I made as I tried desperately to reach him.
I felt, more than saw, a ripple of water as something swam past me. I looked, terrified, but there wasn't anything there, if it was a gator... Well, I don't think I would have had time to look. I hurried after Brandon, I grabbed his shoulder, but he kept swimming, dragging me down with him.
The heat that surrounded us was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, my fear ebbed away even as my rational brain struggled to keep the panic present. I looked toward the glow, and saw the massive eye that stared at us.
This gator was fucking huge. Its eye was trained directly on us, and that's when its pupil narrowed, and pain erupted throughout my body.
Thick, flesh-rending claws erupted from the tips of my fingers, followed by my skin violently rupturing, yet I felt calm, at peace with this, I grabbed the torn scraps of flesh and peeled it off my scaly arm, cut away the clothing that kept it held against my body,
I didn't know why I gathered up my flayed skin into a ball, at least until the giant gator opened its mouth. We were compelled to put it in there, we watched as the giant gator closed its mouth around our cast off humanity, and we swam for the surface.
Climbing into the boat felt surreal, I looked at Brandon, his newly crocodilian head betraying nothing, no emotions that I was familiar with. He let out the familiar hiss of a crocodile, and even though it didn't resemble anything like words, I understood it perfectly.
He drove us back into town, we both felt it was safe, that the locals would at least understand what happened to us. The looks the locals gave us told us they fully expected this.
"Hey! City boys!" A man hollered. "I know you don't care anymore, but we did warn you!" The laughter told us this wasn't even that big of a deal to them, it was some joke that we'd stumbled into what felt like a wonderful gift.
I hissed out something before I remembered that I couldn't actually speak.
"Oh, yeah, we call him Big John, he wakes up every year does a little hunting, and goes back to sleep. We just leave him alone most of the time, some of us accept his gift, most of us don't, but we give him the respect he needs."
Beyond the initial ribbing, they were welcoming, completely unafraid of us. I guess they had to be, considering we couldn't even think about leaving. It was ironic how we had been so utterly dismissive of them, yet now we were almost unthinkingly protective of them, the only called our God 'Big John' simply because human mouths can't make the sounds necessary to speak his name.
The waters of the bayou call to us, we know to hide when we hear them, their loud and raucous antics serving as a warning to hide from would-be hunters looking to snag a gator, and the few times someone becomes violent, the air not agreeing with them, or the dream song of our God driving them to feral madness, we rise from the depths to drag them down, to serve as an offering to our dreaming and benevolent God.
2023.06.07 21:08 Eyes_of_Infinity Tips for avoiding constant discussions
Hello everyone,
english is not my first language so please have mercy with me.
So my partner (F) did not get any diagnosis yet since she just refuses to find a therapist. I on the other hand called a therapist today, sadly they were unavailable - I will try it again. I just need someone to talk about all the stuff that happened to me. I can relate to almost all the stuff that happend to victims on this sub and it makes me sick.
Situation today was again absurd, I never had anything like that in any previous relationship. Girlfriend comes home after work and sees some "bird shit" on my chair in our garden and also on my pullover so I removed it. She then talked to me about some stuff and then put the rest of the "bird shit" with her hand from the chair onto my trousers so I asked her "Why did you do that?" and she was like "Oh, I thought it wasn't bird shit, didn't you say that?". I responded something like "Yeah I think so but why do you put it on my trousers instead of the ground for example?". She then only said "ok" and immediately left into the house (started silent treatment). Inside there was some useless discussion as always and then she turned into rage mode and I told her (after reading several articles and forums the past few years of our relationship) in a normal voice that I do not want to talk to her when she is aggressive so I will leave the house. She then threw tantrums but I ignored it and left the house.
Later she called me in a normal voice and asked me if I could bring something home that she needs for her family trip the next few days. I agreed because her voice was ok and told her that it would take me an hour. When I came home she asked me outside in front of everyone why I was away like nothing happened before. I told her in short words that I was on a walk and lets go inside. Before going inside she then told me about my socks that I wear were looking weird - I did not like that and told her to please stop it now. Inside I asked her what we want to eat now because I did not know what was in our kitchen - that was enough to make her become silent again (silent treatment), she ignored me, said a few words and left the room.
I then asked her in the other room what is wrong again and she told me that when we met outside I did not say hello or gave her a kiss and I did not register what she did in our garden. I told her that she did know what happened and that the question outside was not neccessary in front of everyone. I was pissed because these kinds of situations happen almost every day so I just did not want to discuss this topic in public. She responded that she did not know why i was away for so long. I took my mobile phone and showed her when she called me and when I came home that it was almost exactly the one hour I told her before on the phone and I dont understand why there is always these kinds of questions while she 100% knows what I was doing and why.
When I went to the toilet she told me that she want to talk now and not later. I responded that I want to go to the toilet which she only accepted after a few sentences. When I came back she told me that "now" she needs some time for herself (because I was on the toilet obviously). Well I said okay, I give you your time and went away in our other room. Later she came to me and told me that she feels like my behaviour is not acceptable. I told her that I do not think so but I accept her opinion. That was enough for her to tell me that this way we could basically end our relationship (we are engaged).
I told her that I did give her time because she wanted it and then she again became angry and walked away. Later she came in to tell me that she made a mistake at the grill and needs some ointment because she had a combustion. I helped here and as a "thanks" she told me that I was "asshole 1" and she was "asshole 2" as if that was a "compliment". I did not like it but said nothing. 1 minute later I found out that she only cooked for herself, not for me which made me sad.
Situations like that happen all the time. A few months ago we started talking about marriage because thats her dream and I thought "maybe shes how she is because she needs more safety, maybe marriage is going to solve that issue". She told me for example that she does not want a pet before at least being engaged - gettin a pet was my dream. She hates cats - I love cats. She told me "but she likes dogs" so I looked for a dog. Only a few days after ourengagement she told me that she will never get a "shitty dirty dog" into our home. I was shocked.
Since then I feel extremely manipulated and also found this sub. A lot of the stuff here helps me. I just don't know how to solve all these issues even with a therapist. Where even to start? I have to cope with getting insulted, discussions every day, her throwing temper tantrums, getting guilt trapped all the time, her silent treatment towards me and then everytime I want some free time / free space she makes this time for me in a way I just can't feel "free" (loud door slams, stamp with feet in floors, open doors with loud music or tv and so on). I always have the feeling that in a few minutes she will come in and tell me what I do wrong or "not the correct way".
I told her a lot that I think a couple therapy could help us but she just doesn't care. I actually think that my next step is to talk to a therapist and review all the stuff that happend before our wedding. I do not want such things in a marriage. That would be the worst. I also feel very sad right now because I feel so screwed. She told me exactly that she needed some safety with beeing engaged to get a pet and now she just ignores everything going that way. Today I read something on this sub. Someone wrote that he feels like a prisoner. That made me think about what happened the past few years...
How did you solve your relationship issues?
Is there any way out of these guild trips and reoccuring problems? Since she refuses to search for a therapy without me telling her every week to do it (she hits at least 5 of the 9 criterias that are necessary)? Do you have any tips for me? I know I have to be rock solid but even then I feel like its a hardcore job to survive that way.
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english is not my first language so please have mercy with me.
So my partner (F) did not get any diagnosis yet since she just refuses to find a therapist. I on the other hand called a therapist today, sadly they were unavailable - I will try it again. I just need someone to talk about all the stuff that happened to me. I can relate to almost all the stuff that happend to victims on this sub and it makes me sick.
Situation today was again absurd, I never had anything like that in any previous relationship. Girlfriend comes home after work and sees some "bird shit" on my chair in our garden and also on my pullover so I removed it. She then talked to me about some stuff and then put the rest of the "bird shit" with her hand from the chair onto my trousers so I asked her "Why did you do that?" and she was like "Oh, I thought it wasn't bird shit, didn't you say that?". I responded something like "Yeah I think so but why do you put it on my trousers instead of the ground for example?". She then only said "ok" and immediately left into the house (started silent treatment). Inside there was some useless discussion as always and then she turned into rage mode and I told her (after reading several articles and forums the past few years of our relationship) in a normal voice that I do not want to talk to her when she is aggressive so I will leave the house. She then threw tantrums but I ignored it and left the house.
Later she called me in a normal voice and asked me if I could bring something home that she needs for her family trip the next few days. I agreed because her voice was ok and told her that it would take me an hour. When I came home she asked me outside in front of everyone why I was away like nothing happened before. I told her in short words that I was on a walk and lets go inside. Before going inside she then told me about my socks that I wear were looking weird - I did not like that and told her to please stop it now. Inside I asked her what we want to eat now because I did not know what was in our kitchen - that was enough to make her become silent again (silent treatment), she ignored me, said a few words and left the room.
I then asked her in the other room what is wrong again and she told me that when we met outside I did not say hello or gave her a kiss and I did not register what she did in our garden. I told her that she did know what happened and that the question outside was not neccessary in front of everyone. I was pissed because these kinds of situations happen almost every day so I just did not want to discuss this topic in public. She responded that she did not know why i was away for so long. I took my mobile phone and showed her when she called me and when I came home that it was almost exactly the one hour I told her before on the phone and I dont understand why there is always these kinds of questions while she 100% knows what I was doing and why.
When I went to the toilet she told me that she want to talk now and not later. I responded that I want to go to the toilet which she only accepted after a few sentences. When I came back she told me that "now" she needs some time for herself (because I was on the toilet obviously). Well I said okay, I give you your time and went away in our other room. Later she came to me and told me that she feels like my behaviour is not acceptable. I told her that I do not think so but I accept her opinion. That was enough for her to tell me that this way we could basically end our relationship (we are engaged).
I told her that I did give her time because she wanted it and then she again became angry and walked away. Later she came in to tell me that she made a mistake at the grill and needs some ointment because she had a combustion. I helped here and as a "thanks" she told me that I was "asshole 1" and she was "asshole 2" as if that was a "compliment". I did not like it but said nothing. 1 minute later I found out that she only cooked for herself, not for me which made me sad.
Situations like that happen all the time. A few months ago we started talking about marriage because thats her dream and I thought "maybe shes how she is because she needs more safety, maybe marriage is going to solve that issue". She told me for example that she does not want a pet before at least being engaged - gettin a pet was my dream. She hates cats - I love cats. She told me "but she likes dogs" so I looked for a dog. Only a few days after ourengagement she told me that she will never get a "shitty dirty dog" into our home. I was shocked.
Since then I feel extremely manipulated and also found this sub. A lot of the stuff here helps me. I just don't know how to solve all these issues even with a therapist. Where even to start? I have to cope with getting insulted, discussions every day, her throwing temper tantrums, getting guilt trapped all the time, her silent treatment towards me and then everytime I want some free time / free space she makes this time for me in a way I just can't feel "free" (loud door slams, stamp with feet in floors, open doors with loud music or tv and so on). I always have the feeling that in a few minutes she will come in and tell me what I do wrong or "not the correct way".
I told her a lot that I think a couple therapy could help us but she just doesn't care. I actually think that my next step is to talk to a therapist and review all the stuff that happend before our wedding. I do not want such things in a marriage. That would be the worst. I also feel very sad right now because I feel so screwed. She told me exactly that she needed some safety with beeing engaged to get a pet and now she just ignores everything going that way. Today I read something on this sub. Someone wrote that he feels like a prisoner. That made me think about what happened the past few years...
How did you solve your relationship issues?
Is there any way out of these guild trips and reoccuring problems? Since she refuses to search for a therapy without me telling her every week to do it (she hits at least 5 of the 9 criterias that are necessary)? Do you have any tips for me? I know I have to be rock solid but even then I feel like its a hardcore job to survive that way.