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2016.06.01 09:53 /r/DarkSoulsRP - Home.
(https://www.reddit.com/DarkSoulsRP/comments/4wj6kw/location_the_garden/)A writing community set in the Dark Souls Universe.
2017.01.05 23:55 rafajafar Snuggly - The Dark Souls 1 Trading Subreddit
A trading community for Dark Souls 1.
2016.04.22 11:11 rafajafar Pickle-Pee, Pump-a-Rum - The Dark Souls 3 Trading Subreddit
A trading community for Dark Souls 3.
2023.03.22 07:04 cosmicfreethinker Hyos, The Memory Planet
When that special soul is lost, the whole universe screams. For
the balance is altered, and the Gods are in pain. Who will save
them? Who will remember them? That common man, that bit of
nothingness, that inconsequential dust despised by the Wrek, who
else? That finite being in a universe of immortals, that insignificant
life who can change everything, that glimmer who will light the
darkness. Who will know of his importance? Who will care?
Musings on Life by Philosopher Nono written from the medicopsychiatric
facility of SN76
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2023.03.22 07:03 xMrPink85 [USA-CA] [H] Playstation/XBox/Nintendo Consoles/Games/Manuals/Pokemon [W] Sega Games/Playstation Games/Nintendo Games/Lists/Offers
Happy to provide pics of anything you might be interested in.. Most of this stuff I would like to move ASAP. If you would like to buy see my GameSale
If you are local to the Sacramento area I might be willing to do a local meetup. Cash/Paypal also acceptable on either side to help even out a trade.
Thanks for looking! Happy trading!
- Legacy of Kain Collectors Edition Triple Pack **SEALED** Hard to value.. I don't see this very often at all.. There is one other one on eBay right now for $369 in similar condition.. This one does have some minor wear to the corners/seal as seen in the pics.. I would really like a big item from my list for this..
- DarkStalkers 3 - CIB Minor staining
- GranStream Saga - CIB
- Final Fantasy X and X2 Brady Games Strategy Guides
- Black, Silver and Translucent Blue Dual Shock 2 controllers
- OEM A/V cable set
PS2 Games: All CIB
- Guitar Hero II
- Guitar Hero Guitar Hero Encore Rocks the 80's
- Myst III Exile
- 24 The Game
- Wheel of Fortune
PS3 Games: All CIB/Boxed.
- Ace Combat Assault Horizon
- BlazBlue Continuum Shift Extend Limited Edition Big Box - CIB - Includes Soundtrack, Art Book, and Calendar. Box has heavy wear. Everything else is pretty minty. Game case has some minor shelf wear.
- Dark Souls II
- Diablo III
- Yakuza Dead Souls - *HARD TRADE*
PS4 Games: (CIB/Boxed)
- 7 Days to Die
- Call Of Duty Infinite Warfare
- Dead Cells [Action Game of the Year] Edition
- Final Fantasy XV Deluxe Steelbook Edition book with Slipcover
- Kingdom Hearts HD 2.8 case/art has tear in spine
- Middle Earth Shadow of War
- Nascar Heat 3
- Overwatch Origins
- Persona 5
- Resident Evil Village Deluxe Edition
- Babylon's Fall - Sealed
- Death Stranding - Sealed
- PSP 1000 console - Body and screen are pretty scratched up, includes a rubber cover and I can include a white replacement shell... Charge port can be touchy sometimes so it also includes a replacement port. No charger though.. (Aftermarket ones have gotten pretty cheap) - Pending
- PSP 3000 Box and tray only. Box has moderate to heavy wear with some creasing.
- Ninja Gaiden Sigma 2 plus - Loose
- Wipeout 2048 - Loose
OG XBox Games: (CIB unless noted)
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
- Indiana Jones and The Emperors Tomb
- Pac Man World 2 - PH
- Return To Castle Wolfenstein Tides of War - PH
- 4GB and 250GB Consoles available. Both include OEM power brick and one OEM controller. One Kinect available.
360 Games: (CIB unless noted)
- Dead to Rights Retribution
- Dead Space 3
- Dragonball Z Ultimate Tenkaichi
- Halo 3 Limited Edition Steel book w/sleeve (minor damage) Includes manual, but no book..
- Hitman HD Trilogy Premium Edition
- Mortal Kombat - No Manual
- The Orange Box
- Portal 2
- Test Drive Unlimited
- NBA 2K18
- NBA Live 10
XB1 Games: (CIB/Boxed unless noted)
- Battlefield 4 Steelbook Edition
- Dark Souls 3
- Dishonored Definitive Edition
- Madden 22
- Prototype BioHazard Bundle
- Rare Replay
- Skylanders Trap Team
- UFC 3
- Watch Dogs 2
- Wolfenstein The New Order
- Vintage Nintendo of America Letter with Official Nintendo Envelope, Cover Letter, Nintendo Power order form, service center list, Game Pak Directory, Replacement parts list, Nintendo history. Great little piece. Definitely shows some wear and a few markings but the order forms are blank. Not sure how to value this.
NES Carts: (loose)
- Castlevania II Simons Quest
- Kung Fu
- Ninja Gaiden II - some marker and sticker residue.
- Skate or Die - Label has snag on top
- Wizards and Warriors III - Label worn on top
- Game Genie - Have not tested yet..
- Blank/non "Nintendo" Cartridge sleeves. I have about 15-20 of these. Most in good shape. A few have some creases/denting.
- Bart vs The Space Mutants (The Simpsons)
- Mega Man 1 (Not pictured)
- Mission Impossible
- NES Advantage controller manual
- Zodas Revenge
Super Nintendo Games:
- DOOM - CIB**
- Rockos Modern Life - CIB - Box is worn, includes insert, manual and warning slip.. both have some wear, Cart is in great shape! Willing to trade box/contents separately as I don't have another copy.
- Yoshi's Safari - CIB**
- Super Scope 6
- Game Genie - Have not tested yet.
- Buster Busts Loose
- Hey Punk! Are You Tuff E Nuff?
- The Lawnmower Man
- Super Nintendo Console Consumer information booklet
- World Heroes
- N64 Console with OEM Expansion Pak. No Cords or controllers. Tested and Works!
- Mario Party 8 - No manual
- Metroid Other M - SEALED
- Red Steel - No Manual
- Trauma Center Second Opinion - CIB
Wii U Hardware:
- The Legend of Zelda Windwaker HD Edition Wii U - Complete in box** - Super Hard trade - Probably the item I'm least likely to trade right now.
Wii U Games:
- The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess HD - SEALED - I am considering having this one graded.
- Super Mario 3D World (NS) - CIB
- Pokemon Scarlet and Violet Edition OLED Switch - NIB
- Red and Blue V2 Switch - Includes Tablet, Dock, OEM charger, and either the original red and blue or I can swap for gray joy cons. Neither set have drift.. No box. But I have the manual - also includes 2x 3rd party Joy con Controller grip
Switch Games (CIB/Boxed):
- BloodRayne Fresh Bites w Card. - Sealed
- Fire Emblem Three Houses
- Great Ace Attorney Chronicles
Nintendo DS Hardware:
Red Super Mario Bros 25th Anniversary Edition DSi XL - Has some scuffs/scrapes on the corners Pending
Nintendo DS Games:
- Mario Party DS - Sealed - (Has some knicks/tear in seal.)
- Pokémon Heartgold - CIB - NFR case, no big box or Pokewalker**
- Spiderman Shattered Dimensions - Loose
- Spyro The Eternal Night - Loose
Nintendo 3DS Games:
- Animal Crossing New Leaf - CIB
- Bravely Second End Layer - CIB - Minor damage to case/art
- Legend of Legacy - Sealed
- Super Smash Bros. 3DS - Loose
Sega Saturn Games:
- Street Fighter Alpha 2 - CIB*
- Lots of Magic the Gathering, Pokémon and Yu-Gi-Oh cards, DBZ cards/ Funko Pops, Bakugan. Pics of Pokémon cards can be seen here and here. MTG here and here.
- DragonBall Z Funko Pops including Golden Frieza
- X-Men Cartoon Maker - PC - CIB - Very good condition
- Naruto Best Hit Collection CD w/Slipcover.
SOME specific items I'm after:
- Attack On Titan 2 or Final Battle PS4
- Baten Kaitos
- Castlevania Curse of Darkness - PS2
- Castlevania Lament of Innocence - PS2
- Castlevania Dracula X
- Conkers Bad Fur Day
- Chocobos Dungeon
- Clock Tower (any)
- Drakengard 2
- Evil Dead Games (PS1-PS2)
- Geist - Gamecube
- Grandia Xtreme
- The Legend of Zelda Four Swords - Gamecube
- Majoras Mask N64
- Mario Party 6 - Complete only
- Mario Party 7 - Manual only
- Marvel vs Capcom 1 and 2 PS1/PS2 or Dreamcast
- Misadventures of Tron Bonne
- Mega Man 64 - Cart or CIB
- Paper Mario TTYD - Gamecube
- Parasite Eve II - Manual only
- Pokemon Crystal, Emerald, Ruby, and Silver
- Resident Evil - Saturn
- Resident Evil - PS1 Long Box
- Resident Evil Code Veronica - Gamecube
- Resident Evil Dead Aim (Also looking for other light Gun games like Point Blank, Time Crisis, House of the Dead..)
- Resident Evil Survivor
- Resident Evil Darkside Chronicles - Highly Prefer the Gun Bundle Version.
- Saga Frontier 2 PS1, Unlimited Saga PS2
- Shadow Hearts - PS2
- Shadow Hearts From the New World - Disc only
- Silent Hill Origins and Shattered Memories - PS2
- Suikoden, Suikoden II and Suikoden Tactics
- Tekken Long Box
- Twisted Metal Long Box
- Valkyrie Profile PS1
- Wario Ware/World - Gamecube
- Xenosaga Episode III - PS2 - Complete only. Lenticular preferred.
- I'd like to bulk up my Gamecube and Sega collections. Dreamcast, Saturn and Genesis mainly. I don't really need any hardware at the moment. But a CDX or Nomad would be cool though!
- PlayStation 5 games. Official Sony dual controller charger - CIB or New
- PS1 - PS4 Heavies
- PS Vita Games and maybe certain Vitas.
- PSP Games
- PSVR Games
- PS1 Long Box games
- PSX Console
- Special Edition Sony/PlayStation stuff.
- Switch games, SE Pro controllers
- DS/3DS games
** Your lists/offers. I am not interested in loose discs or any sort of Greatest Hits, Platinum Hits, Players Choice, etc. Black Label/first print only. Most Carts are ok loose with the exception of games that came in plastic cases such as DS/Vita. If it had a cardboard box I can do without.
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2023.03.22 07:02 Gloomy-Ad5770 Load order
I tried a couple of load order templates I found online and the current one has been pretty good at making sure the mods worked as intended across a few character builds but recently started having the game crash more often without any change to it, or the game failing to even start on Xbox. So hopefully someone who knows modding better can help me out this mod list in a more reliable order or suggest a better mod or if any are known to cause issues and should be removed. Here’s my current load order USSEP Reforging - to the masses Modern brawl bug fix [XB1] Simple time scale change Civil war quest immersion bundle Paarthurnax - quest expansion The enemy of my enemy Sursummer assault Night mother’s embrace A dishonest day’s work Destroy the thieves guild Destroy the dark brotherhood Penitus oculatus Return to helgen SE The forsworn we’ve been waiting for Where darkness dwells Where darkness dwells: shadow Mythic dawn expansion Good guys quests Better thieving alternate Castle volkihar rebuilt [XB1] recover cities Crusader - a dawnguard bundle Soljund’s sinkhole Windstad mine Training adjustments Guild leader perks VioLens Summermyst- enchantments of Skyrim Heart of gold - an adoption bundle Free player home hearthfire bundle Better vampires 8.7 [Xbox One] vampire lord perks Double perks Rich merchants of Skyrim Better courier Improved slow time shout Effective blocking Wards act like shields Magic scales with level Buffed bound weapons Simple paladin [X1] Archery skill set Convenient horses Scales one-handed attack speed for Ordinator Faster casting SE for XB1 Vampire underwater suffocation [XB1] truly absorb dragon souls Berserker rage for everyone Run for your lives Better vampire NPCs 1.9 Serana infinite Populated forts towers places Tolft TG fence Auri updated - song of the green Immersive patrols lite Warrior poet powers Cloaks of Skyrim Elemental walls redone FYX - 3D Skyrim Realistic water two Enhanced lights and FX Enhanced blood textures A quality world map - vivid with Dawnguard map markers Wear multiple rings King ports - arvak replacer Better shadowmere (armored) Auri re-imagined CBBE Gritty animations requiem 2.0 Animated mounted casting PrivateEye’s heavy armory - new weapons PrivateEye’s heavy armory - USSEP patch Jlmountainkeep Better vampire weapons 1.4 Dark dawnguard armor Nether mage armor Ebony blades - by CrazyLion Summerset shadow armor Dragon infused daedric armor Dragon knight armor Clipsymoon weaponry artifacts Silver elven armor Silver dagger Kynreeve armor Vampire Mira armor Molag bal - armor Volkihar knight armor Ebony Damascus crossbow Liliths harbinger custom sword Hoodless dragon priest masks Green thumb - rare curios ARs Metallica Tweaks crafting recipes v2 Vortikai’s playable clothing Jewelry of power Elemental vision of Skyrim Improved spellbreaker ward Simple upgradable leveled list items Ring of carry weight Instant mastery CBBE Unique uniques by insanitysorr aMidianBorn steel pack aMidianBorn dark elven armor aMidianBornnordic carved Molten glass armor & weapons Ancient shrouded armor replacer Mxblack dawnguard weapons & armor Visage of mzund Superior harkon’s sword CL’s weapon replacer 5 in one True dawnbreaker Unlimited sprinting Visible favorited gear Relationship dialogue overhaul RDO - USSEP patch Undead beloved - Serana bundle Serana dialogue add-on Serana dialogue add-on castle volkihar rebuilt patch Serana dialogue add-on RDO patch SDA convenient horses patch Stones of barenziah quest markers Critical weapon mastery [xb1] vampire sun damage clothed Tweaked arrows and bolts Convenient arrows and bolts My home is your home Awesome artifacts - anniversary edition Unique thane weapons XP32 maximum skeleton + realistic ragdoll and forces Weapons on back - swords and quivers Dawnguard as a vampire No vampire cure on rumors Ordinator - perks of Skyrim Apocalypse - magic of Skyrim Ars arcanum nova Apocalypse - Ordinator compatibility patch Odin - Ordinator compatibility patch Sustained magic Sustained magic apocalypse patch [xb1] proper aiming Growl - were beasts of Skyrim Mannequin maker Xbox - disenchanting overhaul [ICS] enchantments unleashed Infinite charges Debug menu
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2023.03.22 07:00 iAntiquary [US-TN] [H] PayPal, Local Cash [W] Zoom TKL (Black), Kalam Jane V2 CE (Prefer Dark colors and WK), Bear65 V1 (Allu), Bear65 V2 (E-White), Black Ink V2s, Oil Kings
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Looking to build some boards for friends. Looking for unbuilt case kits only (unless a really good bundle deal).
- Need darker colors. Prefer Black, Dark blue, blue/grey.
- Prefer WK, but willing to do WKL
- Carbon Fiber, FR4, or POM plates
- Needs to be black, can't budge on this
- Welcoming all plates, preference towards POM
Bear 65 V1
- Needs to be aluminum case
- Prefer POM, FR4 plates
- Preferring cases that are scuffed up and discounted
Bear 65 V2
- Needs to be E-White
- Prefer POM, FR4 plates
- Also hearing out really scuffed up/discounted boards of any color
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2023.03.22 06:57 Whole_Sock_7589 "smile"
not smile back , but smile. any time im litterally at my worst, or if im tripping on shrooms or acid and its getting dark and about to be dangerous. ill play that song and it speaks to my soul in a way that brings me a little bit back. just enough to make me litterally put the gun/pills down or stop driving crazy. not to be that guy, but that song has without a doubt on multiple occasions kept me out of a casket. yeah i may be fucked up but nothing relates to me like that song
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2023.03.22 06:51 OliveOcto Panseah Stuff Light and Crystal Types
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Hi, here to show you Panseah's 2 exclusive types, Light and Crystal Types.
Ik you guys only show up to posts with pictures, so i made these retro-like symbols for the types:
Light and Crystal Types Light Type: Origin:
Long ago, a meteor hit Panseah, despite being destructive it blessed everyone with good fortune. The meteor ore was used for many healing recipes and sometimes even used as a seasoning much like salt. Scientists and Professors figured out that the meteor was hallow and it had a population of Pokémon living in inside, some miners were payed to break the meteor, once they broke through, science also had a breakthrough when they found a few dozen light yellow-colored Cleffa. Once the Cleffa were free, they scattered in pairs of 2 to have children and reproduce all over the region. Scientists figured out that these Pokémon had an unknown typing, they decided to name these Pokémon Light Types because they were all Pokémon with this soon-to-be-named type were associated with light. When the Cleffa landed, it gave certain Pokémon this new typing, and eventually new species of this type were discovered as well. Type Advantages:
- Super Effective: Dark, Bug, Ghost, Ice
- Not Very Effective: Grass, Steel
- No Effect: Crystal
Pre-existing Pokemon Now with secondary Light Type:
- Super Effective: Dark, Grass
- Not Very Effective: Poison, Light
- No Effect: Ghost
Ponyta, Rapidash, Ampharos, Sunkern, Sunflora, Bolbeat, Illumise, Cherrim, Fineon, Lumineon, Creselia, Watchog, Blitzile, Zebstrika, Heliopile, Heliolisk, Lycanroc (Day) New Pokémon with Light Type:
Paralight, Mosquiglow, Korreglow, Lumini, Lumega, Liviolite Panseah Forms:
Cleffa, Clefairy, Clefable Crystal Type:
Origin: Once, when humans when deep below the ground, they found huge chunks of gems and geodes, but they were guarded by unidentified Pokémon that rather had clusters of gems on their limbs and body or were made completely from solid gemstone. These Pokémon we now call Crystal types eventually rose from the ground to visit the surface, but most Crystal types are commonly known to be the main type of an evil organization lurking around Panseah. Offensive:
- Super Effective: Ground, Light, Fighting, Dragon
- Not Very Effective: Fire, Psychic, Fairy
- No Effect: Poison
Pre-existing Pokémon Now with secondary Crystal Type: Boldore, Gigalith, Diancie, Carbink, Sableye New Pokémon with Crystal Type:
- Super Effective: Fire, Psychic, Fairy
- Not Very Effective: Ground, Light, Crystal
- No Effect: Electric, Light
Zangarnet, (Evolution from Panseah Zangoose) Cyrsteelix (Evolution from Steelix) Digsqaud (Evoultion from Panseah Digtrio) Panseah Forms:
Geodude, Graveler, Golem, Shuckle, Digtrio
I'm Still Brainstorming but that's all I got, anyways its almost 1am, my throat is dry ima go to sleep, night.
2023.03.22 06:51 Sevchenko874 [Fan Work of Fan Work] Koishi Komeiji's Heart Throbbing Adventure The Interim Chapter 12
You Matter to Her in a Way No One Else Could When you died and were reborn, you became divine. You were love, and you were violence, and you were my miracle. A God sprung forth from the decaying machinery of your broken body. Koishi, the God of Love and Hate—have mercy on us all. Down by the shore
of one of the great Lunar seas, there sat a lonely shack thatched with feathers. Inside, there was a massive wani
no less than eight leagues long… and her infant son. To that crocodile who had never known true familial love, that delicate little child—who cooed and smiled at his mother’s every move—was nothing less than a miracle. Such a delicate life in her claws, who knew nothing but unconditional love for his mother—to the crocodile, it was proof there was still good in the world.
She was tired, but the crocodile forced herself to stay awake. There was something she needed to do—a memory she wanted to share with the most important person in her life.
So, with all the caution and tenderness in the world, she picked up her child with her jaws and coaxed him into her throat pouch. The newborn child, perhaps having some shared instinct with his crocodilian mother, did not cry or struggle. Instead, he let out a giggle as he poked his head out from between his mother’s jagged teeth. With a snort, the dragon climbed out of her thatch hut, and crawled along the shore, drawing a meandering trail in the sand as she went.
When she reached the point where the water came to shore in gentle waves, the crocodile set herself down in the sand, letting the waves wash in and lick at her child in gentle sprays. Her child giggled as the Lunar sea’s tickled him with its pure waters, and as he did, his mother couldn’t help but feel at peace.
Nothing. Nothing at all would be able to take this from her.
Her miracle. Toyohime opened her eye to clear blue skies.
She flexed her fingers, and instead of feeling the cold steel of the ship she started to tear apart, she felt so many tiny pebbles, warmed by their time in the sun. Sand? She brought a fistful of the stuff into her vision, before letting it fall through her fingers and run down her face. It was too real to be a dream.
Toyohime sat up to observe her surroundings. As far as the eye could see, there were infinite stretches of sand collected into wind-swept dunes that obscured the horizon. It was hot. Unbelievably so for what was supposedly the void. She felt a gentle gust of warm wind pass by her and toss her hair. This place… this impossible place… was she dead?
She rose to her feet, fighting biting aches and pains from her battle not too long ago. No—not dead. Somehow, she had survived—there was no other explanation. And as she looked down to assess the damage she had taken, her suspicions were only confirmed. Her right arm was missing, and in its place was nothing but a healed stump. The nasty cuts and bruises she had received in the fighting had all healed over for the most part, the only evidence they happened at all being residual scars that were yet to disappear. The ground was covered in dried blood. She must’ve been laying here in this sand trap for hours.
She brought her free arm, completely healed, up to the general space where her right eye was to find an arrow still protruding from it. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, Toyohime tore it out in a fluid motion, causing the wound to reopen and drip blood onto the sands below. But, through some miraculous action, it was mere moments before the flow of blood stopped as the wound healed shut. Her right eye was still inoperable, but this healing ability was downright uncanny, even for a god.
She flexed her fingers. It felt like there was a hole in her head from which memories and feelings poured out. The mystery of how she got here, who she killed, and whether she could even trust her own senses had no answer—Toyohime knew she herself had made sure of that. She supposed there was a good reason. The less she knew, the better. That was something she could trick herself into believing.
Though no matter how much she forced herself to forget, she had the horrible feeling she had done something unforgivable—something she would kill over. In a sea of atrocities however, she could hardly even begin to suppose what that might have been. Maybe the heat was starting to fry her brain.
After spending a few minutes snapping the arrows lodged in her body by their shafts, Toyohime looked to the horizon, and then up. Ahead, there was a massive sand dune, no less than five times her height, and beyond the crest—a black pillar of smoke. Toyohime was not alone.
As she made her way up the shifting incline, Toyohime got to thinking about her next course of action. If this wasn’t a hallucination, then it most certainly had to be some extension of Koishi's will. Land in an impossible space… the creation of something impossible like that could only be a factor of a deteriorating mind, or God. And Toyohime had no time to consider the possibility of a crumbling psyche—not when she had a duty left unfulfilled.
But then… that would mean this was the paradise of Koishi’s mind. Surely, by her side is where she would find her salvation. She had already come to terms with it—that there was nothing left for her in the old world. Koishi could pervert and corrupt reality in whatever twisted ways she wanted—as long as it was the creation of her heart, it would be sufficient. Everything beyond that was not worth saving to the former princess.
… But that also meant there would be more enemies. More people she had to kill. She was ready. Ready to kill and ready to die in the name of love.
And as she planted her boot upon the peak of that sand dune, she saw the whole world become bare before her. A fair distance away was the crashed wreck of a golden ship, releasing plumes of black smoke as it burnt away. From this distance, it was difficult to make out any finer details, but she was sure the occupants had escaped. Satori was resourceful and stubborn, if nothing else. Dying in a crash was an impossibility.
She then traced a line from the ship through the shifting sands—to a city upon the horizon. Massive towers of glass and steel pushing against the sky, half buried in the sand, bending light around them as they reflected the intense heat of the sun. It gave the sight an unnatural fuzziness, as if the city was threatening to disappear at any moment.
As she traced the decaying visage of those buildings upwards, she saw a thin line reach beyond and into the sky. The line separated into two before converging back on itself. Above the city, etched upon the sky itself, was a pitch black gap in reality, opened and filled with so many eyes. And above still, the object of Toyohime’s desires and her sole driving factor—Koishi Komeiji.
Though the God’s eye was open, as well as the myriad collection of smaller eyes and drooling jaws that had lined every square inch of her squirming appendages, it was hard to tell if she was awake or conscious. Toyohime knew Koishi best, and if she had any guess as to what Koishi had been doing in the time they spent apart, it was receding back into the numbing comfort of her own mind. Even now, Toyohime figured she was still dreaming, avoiding the cruel weight of her responsibility. What manifested outside of her mind must’ve been some sort of twisted runoff.
Down there, hidden in the dunes, Toyohime knew there were those who would take this dream from Koishi. Those who would hurt Koishi. Those people would’ve done just as well to dig their own graves and build their own coffins. Because so long as Toyohime drew breath, she would protect Koishi with everything she could muster—that was her promise and the nature of her impossible, unconditional love.
Koishi was Toyohime’s second chance.
This time, one way or another, there would be no opportunity for a third.
Mima, on the other hand, had woken up quite a bit earlier than Toyohime had.
She had not suffered any fatal wounds or debilitating strikes leading up to the point where the reality around her started to crumble and distort—but she had briefly lost consciousness regardless. She figured that might’ve been a good thing; an action so absurd and so against everything she knew, perpetrated by an impossibly powerful being… even if a mere glimpse didn’t physically tear her mind to ribbons, she had no interest in trying to understand such a nonsensical event.
Mima awoke not in a desert, but in a grand sprawling city of seemingly human construction. Though the sun still hung overhead, the impossible hills and mountains of sand that caged the city in, always seemed to shift and move in the most calculated way… such that the sun was always put out. Caught in the shade, the city looked like it was in a perpetual night, in spite of the blinding yellow of the endless desert just beyond its limits.
Though that was the case, the city was far from dark. Street lamps, blinding neon signs, blinking traffic lights, apartments and houses with windows illuminated by the fluorescent lights within… It gave the impression the city was alive. It seemed exactly as a real bustling city at night, with its breathing and blinking—but there were no people. No matter how far Mima walked, no matter how many buildings she popped in, she would encounter no souls. She would find, in those buildings, immaculate setpieces filled with lived-in charm, hints and implications of life—but not people. Not even Yukari, who she wandered the streets in search of.
She recognized this place. This city—Tokyo. It couldn’t have possibly been, but it was the same Tokyo she grew up in, back before the Moonlight Descent and before the Kaiju. Before her chance meeting with the youkai who used to be her friend. This city, trapped in the middle of the desert, caught in an artificial night that obscured the flow of time—somehow it managed to be the perfect recreation of a long lost city, as if someone had taken a scalpel to the part of Mima’s brain that held onto the precious memories of her past life. It was comforting, being back in familiar territory, but it also carried along a pervasive uneasiness. The nostalgia said it was real, but the rational mind knew better than to buy into an impossible mirage—made all the more uneasy by the deathly silence of its streets.
After wandering around for a dozen minutes or more, Mima eventually came to find Yukari in a 24-hour fast food joint. She was sitting, out of her suit and miraculously healed, on a stool that faced the street outside, with her head down and a small pool of drool collecting at the point where the corner of her mouth met the countertop. Renko always said Maribel could fall asleep anywhere.
Mima floated back and forth around the gently snoring form of Yukari for a bit, considering her options. She changed back into her Renko form for a second, and after adjusting her hat a little, she reached over to tap Yukari on the shoulder… but then shied away. Glancing at Yukari, then back to her bag, she rummaged through its bottomless contents and pulled out a whole host of items: hand mirrors, makeup kits, two liter bottles of listerine, mints and peppermint breath spray and assorted beauty products.
She stole a quick glance back at Yukari to make sure she was asleep before going at it—in one go, she dumped every minty product she could into her mouth before swishing the unholy mixture in her mouth. It was not a moment later that she coughed out all of that liquid ice with a retch and a gag. Sheepishly, she turned her head to see if Yukari had woken up in all the commotion. Luckily, she was still knocked out something fierce. Mima might’ve guessed she was dead, if it weren’t for the occasional snore.
Undeterred, she opened a hand mirror and began to apply her makeup. Carefully. There was a subtle art to it—she only needed enough to hide any unsightly blemishes she might’ve gotten from her rather shut-in lifestyle as a ghost. Anything more, and Maribel was bound to notice Mima was purposefully fixing her appearance around her. None of that. Mima was trying for a more subliminal approach… It’s what worked in the past, after all.
Well, upon further thought, Mima figured “worked” was too strong a word. She did die before she saw any results, after all. But enough of that, Mima thought—now that she regained her memories, she’s finally gotten another shot. This being the apocalypse and all, she figured she should probably make it count.
She clicked close her portable hand mirror and, along with the rest of her stuff, threw it back into her field bag. She stole one last glance at Yukari, who was still sleeping soundly, before straightening her hat and clearing her throat.
“Maribel…” she said in a quiet, sing-song voice. She placed a hand on Yukari’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Maribel, wake up.”
No response. Mima pouted as she shook her around again. “Merry? It’s so scary around here—I need someone super strong and amazing by my side. Maybe we could hold hands?”
Nothing but more snoring. Mima’s expression fell. “... Okay, seriously. Wake up.”
“Don’t make me break out the big guns, Merry,” Mima said, digging through her bag and pulling out an airhorn. “I’ll do it. You think I’m bluffing?”
A tense beat passes. Mima stows away the airhorn. “... Ah, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t do something like that to you. You’re too cute, hehe.”
“I’m not above this, though.” She reaches back into her bag and pulls out a spray bottle filled with water… before giving Yukari’s face a couple of quick spritzes.
That quiet, tranquil expression to Mima seemed almost a timeless representation of the relationship she shared with Maribel quickly contorted into one of disgust. After a moment of being pelted with spray after spray of water droplets, Yukari finally was roused from her sleep, a squinty, grouchy mess.
“Who..? Urgh…” She mumbled with a groan. When Yukari saw Renko, immaculately constructed before her with enough accuracy to convince her she came straight from her memories, she froze. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “... Renko?”
“Hehe… Yep, it’s me! Your best friend. Best girl-friend, even. That is, a girl who is also a friend. Not a girlfriend, you know? Aha… Unless? Kidding, kidding.” Mima flashed an easy smile. “Glad you’re awake. Hey, before you say anything else—how do I look? I look cute, right? I know we’re in the middle of saving the world and everything, but I’ve actually been spending a lot of time taking care of my appearance.”
As Mima continued to ramble on and Yukari continued to wake up, her expression made a slow and gradual pivot. Where at first Yukari couldn’t hide her bemusement from her face—as well as that strange pained expression someone would have, seeing a loved one they have long since finished mourning appear upon their doorstep—she eventually came to settle on an empty stare and a neutral, apathetic expression. It hurt Mima a little, seeing such a radical turn in her demeanor.
“Oh,” Yukari muttered. “It’s just you.”
Mima didn’t think she intended it, but there was a layer of latent annoyance in her words. Or maybe it was disappointment? A thousand years or more apart did a lot to shift their relationship. That much was clear—and it hurt.
Yukari took a moment to look Mima up and down. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she delivered an unceremonious answer. “You look fine.”
Mima sighed in response. “Hey, I’ll take it.”
“More importantly…” As Yukari continued, she craned her neck around to absorb every detail of her surroundings: everything from the light fixtures above to the tables that were so meticulously set and prepared. “... Where are we?”
Her eyes naturally gravitated toward the front counter and the kitchen section that was just behind—meticulously wrapped burgers and fresh fries, set underneath heat lamps… it was as if they were all made recently. But that wasn’t even the strangest detail Yukari’s eyes were able to pick out. Upon one of the tables was a tray, filled with half eaten food—as if the patrons ceased to exist in the middle of their meal. This was beyond a mere liminal space, where it gave the impression of once being a place where people gathered—it was closer in relation to the scene of an ongoing disaster, where people had left in a hurry.
In that way, it didn’t carry much of the surreal quality of a place no longer meant for humans—it more so felt like a place with a cursed history, its sinister and mysterious narrative etched into its skin and flesh through the vestiges of human presence. Mima could tell, being a ghost herself, there was more to this place than the physical construction. As to what ‘more’ was, she could not place.
She could tell Yukari was thinking something similar by the way she walked around and took in the feeling of the place. Her posture was rigid and cautious, but not necessarily ready and waiting for danger. There was a quiet dread to the things that weren’t, but should’ve been.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself,” Mima replied, following Yukari around with her arms folded behind her back. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but… I think we’re back in Tokyo.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy.” Yukari replied. She walked over to the table with the food and traced a finger across its top. No dust clung to the surface of her finger, as if the tabletop had recently been cleaned. She brought the back of her palm close to the food. It was still radiating just a little bit of heat, as if it had been freshly served. “That’s the part that scares me.”
“... Assuming this is all very much real, this must be Koishi’s doing,” Yukari declared, taking a moment to look down at herself. As she flexed her fingers, her eyes narrowed. Mima figured she might’ve just realized she had been healed and mysteriously back to her usual outfit. She still looked younger and weaker than she once was, but there was an undeniable, albeit subtle increase in the vitality she seemed to convey. As Yukari’s eyes wandered to the empty city street outside, Mima couldn’t help but notice that expression—that idle, faraway gaze that looked like Yukari had trapped herself in a vivid daydream. She couldn’t help but realize how much Maribel had changed—and yet stayed the same.
“Whatcha thinking, Merry?” Mima tried, shuffling up to Yukari’s side.
“Oh. Right. Ha, that’s my bad. My bad…”
“I’m thinking: why Tokyo specifically?” With a wave of her hand, Yukari opened a gap next to her. Through that little tear in reality was a bird’s eye view of the whole city, as well as the infinite desert that surrounded it. “... There must be some significance to this location, but I couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be. Not right now, knowing what we know.”
“Hey, I grew up in Tokyo, you know? Maybe it has something to do with that? And… y’know, we were teaching in Tokyo before…” Mima gestured vaguely around herself. “... Everything, I guess. Maybe Koishi’s reacting to our memories.”
“Could be. Could just as easily be something related to Koishi. Could be nothing at all.” The view through the gap eventually fizzled out, leaving nothing but the inky blackness of the pocket dimension Yukari held dominion over. She let out a sigh before stitching the gap closed with a wave of her hand. “I’d suggest we keep on moving. Collect as much information as we can about this place. But only what we need—the plan is still largely the same. There’s no telling when she will appear again. Best be as quick about it as we can.”
“Oh. Uh… Alright. That’s cool.”
“What’s wrong? You disagree?”
“Oh no, ah…” A sheepish grin crawled across Mima’s face. “I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed, is all. It’s just… you know, a huge city missing all of its people is pretty mysterious, huh? Don’t you want to do more exploring? Poke around a bit and take in the sights? Like we used to—just one last time?”
There was an unsettling period of silence where Yukari stared straight through Mima with that flat look. She averted her eyes for a passing moment. When Yukari returned her gaze to Mima, it was steely and cold. “No. Neither of us are kids anymore. We have duties and responsibilities that we can not abandon. Not for anything.”
Yukari brushed past Mima. The gesture wasn’t very rough at all, but Mima felt it come at her hard. As Yukari opened the door, she looked back at Mima and gestured to her to follow.
Orin did not want much from life.
There was Satori, her master, who she cared about deeply. There was Okuu, her best friend, who she loved. There was Koishi, the younger sister of her master, who she felt obligated to take care of. And of course, there was her job of transporting corpses, which she could do endlessly and without tiring. Those things more or less encompassed everything she cared about—Orin was a simple person.
So as she crawled out the emergency hatch located at the top of the ship her master had so recklessly buried into a sand dune, she couldn’t help but feel so hopelessly out of her depth. With a groan, she hoisted herself over the lip of the hatch before losing her balance and tumbling over.
As she tumbled downward, bumping her head against every little edge the ship had on her way down, the visor to her suit cracked and then shattered. But as she flopped down into the warm sand, her arms and legs spread in a state of absolute fatigue, she couldn’t really bring herself to care about the warning tones in her helmet—or the fact she was able to breathe the air here, in what used to be the void. Frankly, all she could think about was how much she wanted to go home.
“Orin! Are you okay?” A familiar voice called from somewhere outside her field of vision. It was followed by the hasty clattering of boots on metal as they no doubt clambered down the ship in a hurry.
All Orin could offer in response was a weak grunt and the extension of a thumbs up.
“Are… are you insane?” Another voice called soon after, all breathless and hoarse. It cracked with exertion, as if it had already been worn out by so much screaming. “Satori, what form of devil possessed you to do that? We could’ve all died!”
Satori, of course, didn’t respond. Not before she entered Orin’s field of view, her own helmet long since thrown away. Her face was etched with a rare look of concern, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw Orin manage a weak smile. Wordlessly, Satori jostled off the smashed helmet from Orin’s suit and brushed away any remaining debris… before pulling her into a tight embrace.
Orin, dazed and shocked from the crash, could manage little else than to rest her head upon her master’s shoulders as she was pulled in. But through whatever stores of energy she had left, she managed to raise her arms and wrap them around in loose reciprocation.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”
Satori pulled back from the hug, but stayed kneeling by Orin’s side. Cautiously, she looked to the horizon, as if she had caught a vanishing glimpse of something stalking them from behind the shifting sands. She extended an elbow for Orin to grab on to. “Let’s go. Can you stand?”
“I… I think so,” Orin mumbled, hooking one of her arms around Satori’s elbow and placing a hand on her shoulder for support. Her master lifted, and in response Orin tried her best to stumble onto her feet, with mixed results. As she straightened herself out with the help of Satori, she heard her bones shift and crackle in strange ways—followed by an absolute lightning strike of localized pain in the leg and the fuzzy static that came to replace it.
After a sharp intake of breath and a pained wince, Orin settled into a decidedly unconvincing posture—she plastered a smile on her face and shifted all of her weight onto the other leg in a poor imitation of nonchalance, but Satori’s face only got graver. It broke Orin’s heart. For a moment, Orin tried to separate herself from her master so she could stand on her own—but Satori only squeezed her in closer, as if she would’ve lost Orin the second she let go.
That didn’t surprise Orin much. She knew better than anyone that the events one year ago were still fresh in her master’s mind. Even now, it haunted her every action, and now the consequences were starting to catch up with everyone involved. But to Orin, that didn’t matter. It never did—not so long as Satori was her master, and Orin was her pet. Satori could march to the deepest pit of Hell, pick a fight with a God, oppose reality itself… and Orin would march along right beside her, no matter what.
Patchouli, on the other hand, did not share the same sentiment. She marched up to the two, at least temporarily uncaring of the fantastical environment they found themselves in, and went straight to airing out her grievances.
“Recklessly engaging with Toyohime like that, against all better logic… one day, and this day might very well come sooner than you think, your obsession with that cursed woman will hurt someone you care about,” Patchouli snapped. As she looked to Orin, whose body was riddled with evidence of blunt trauma, her expression softened. “... It already has.”
“As if we had any other choice. It was our best shot to kill her, once and for all,” Satori replied, stone-faced and cold. “... Besides, let Orin speak for herself. As if you know what she does and doesn’t wish for.”
“... Orin wasn’t the only person who got hurt. Or killed.”
“It just so happens that Eirin conveniently falls outside my definition of ‘people I care about.’ I fail to see the issue.” Satori snorted with disgust, as if offended by the mere implication. Orin wanted to speak up and cut between the fighting, but couldn’t find the strength to oppose her own master. “That aside, who says I was the one who got her killed? She got herself killed, following her own incomprehensible mess of half-baked ideas and strategies. What are you coming at me for?”
“How could you be so cold toward someone like her? Especially since we were all fighting out there together, as comrades? Have you no shame?”
“I’ve no love for her. Not after what she did to my sister.” Satori stared straight into Patchouli’s eyes. Sometimes her master was like this—staring straight ahead through a person, as if judging the content of their soul itself. Sometimes, this was literally the case, given that she made liberal use of her opened third eye. “We might be fighting beside each other, but we’re fighting for completely different things. Yukari, Eirin, Kaguya, even you and I—we’re all fighting for something different. Those are just the facts. Just as it was a fact that Koakuma had darkness in her heart. It’s that kind of fact.”
“How cynical. Aren’t we friends?”
Satori fixed Patchouli with a steady glare as she thought through her answer. Even with an open eye, Orin found her master’s thought process difficult to parse.
“... No. We aren’t,” Satori settled. “It’s not a secret—I’m fighting to get my sister back. I’m fighting to kill the person who turned her into a monster. I’m fighting to protect my family. You are doing none of those things—you’re fighting for a more abstract reason: protecting the world, or preventing human suffering, or whatever other justification you assign to your actions. It’s admirable, but recognize that It’s only by convenience that we’re here, helping each other out.”
“... Is that right?” Patchouli muttered under her breath. “Then if it came between Yukari, or Eirin, or me, or anyone else… and your family. Who would you choose?”
“It’s best to be honest with ourselves. It saves us the heartache.”
In the silence that came after, the atmosphere seemed to become heavier. Orin spent each passing beat being suffocated by the pressure. Her eyes darted from Patchouli to her master, and then back again.
“Er…” Orin started. “Let’s ah… could we just figure out what we’re going to do next, maybe? Without fighting—that would be nice.”
“Good plan, Orin,” Satori said. Though strangely enough, she wouldn’t take her eyes off of Patchouli. “I’m not quite sure what we would do without you.”
Patchouli looked away. Orin couldn’t help but feel vaguely responsible—though the second the thought even popped into mind, Satori squeezed a little tighter, as if in reassurance.
“... There’s no use in arguing,” Patchouli said with a heavy sigh. “Or rather, it’s a subject for later, when we aren’t all in danger. For now, I agree—we should figure out our next steps.”
The guns had long since run quiet.
Those satellites—their powerful bodies forged by the greatest minds, cast in the strongest metals, and mounted with the fiercest weapons humanity could muster—how could they have possibly matched the horror of God’s wrath? They could never, and for their hubris, their bodies and their souls were scattered and broken as a million glittering lights upon the ocean.
Those were the kinds of things Kaguya Houraisan thought about as she sat beside a flickering fire, her only source of light deep in the darkness of a desert night, not a few meters from the turned and battered wreckage of the CNS Beyond the Sun. In the void, It was battered by unseen force, turned three times—and upon the fourth, struck down and consumed by the void, as was the divine will of God. To its crew, it might have seemed like nothing less than a castigation of divine nature—but Kaguya knew it was nothing more than the temper tantrum of a child. As infant children must necessarily cry, Koishi must necessarily kill—it was her unconscious will.
Woe upon humanity, as its greatest accomplishment was brought low and made worthless before a child. Her own child. What a dubious honor it was—being the mother of such a terrifying, omnipresent killer.
Kaguya was on the ship when it was attacked by Toyohime. She was there to see Eirin march on to meet her. And she was there to see her die. It didn’t bother Kaguya too much—after all, she had watched Eirin die countless times. She will likely watch her die countless more, before all is said and done. But it was there, seized by the temporary shock, that Kaguya lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was deep within the fresh wreckage of humanity’s greatest weapon—alone. On what happened to her crew, and why Kaguya was spared, she could only make guesses.
With no direction and no plan, Kaguya spent what felt like hours wandering the claustrophobic halls of that great metal cage of a ship. But she was alone. Alone in such a way that not even the impression of humanity remained. Even the spot where she saw three men become atomized by Toyohime’s attack, which had burnt dark impressions of their silhouettes into the steel, was mysteriously void of any sign they were killed at all. The damage remained, but the people were gone—erased from existence in a way only God could manage.
When she eventually emerged from the dark recesses of the ship into a darker night, with nothing but the stars above and the inexplicable ground below, she could do nothing but start a simple fire. The night was cold, and she had a feeling it would be long. Warmth would be needed.
This, alone and huddled by a dying fire, must have been the end. Kaguya shifted closer to the flame, and held her knees closer to her chest. She didn’t know what to do. When her own daughter had sought her out, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was recognize—that in pursuit of an easy life, she had made things so much worse. She wondered if it was too late to make things right between herself and Koishi. If Kaguya had looked up to her daughter now, and said sorry, would she hear? Would she care?
She wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out.
As she stared at the stars above, Kaguya heard the shuffling of boots displacing the sand. The sounds came in an irregular, halting motion. When it came to a stop, Kaguya lowered her gaze to the figure who stood at the edge of her fire’s light.
A moon rabbit in a pilot suit, all ripped up, tattered, and blackened by combat. In the gaps of her suit, her skin had melted away from severe burns—and froze in place, creating large patches of gangrenous tissue that covered her body. As Kaguya’s eyes drifted downward, she noticed a patch of body that had a view to the other side. Somehow, by some miracle of medicine, the wound remained stable and closed.
Her face was concealed by her helmet, tinted and patterned by a spider web of cracks, but by the way she stood, so still and lopsided, Kaguya had the impression of an empty gaze just behind the facade.
The moon rabbit carried in her left hand a revolver, its chambers empty and on display as the mechanism that connected the grip to the top half of the hung loose. In her other hand, was an ax, splintered in half at the handle from excessive use and its blade caked in a thick layer of blood.
Without a word, the moon rabbit collapsed into a heap by the fire.
Kaguya rushed to the moon rabbit’s side and, upon removing her helmet, froze.
Atonement—she wondered if it was even possible.
Interim Chapter 11
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2023.03.22 06:43 jsgunn The Mother of Heroes Part 12
This happened in the final few weeks of my senior year. I was getting ready to graduate, and trying to decide if I should pass the reins to Amy 3, Pepper or Hannah the eviscerator. I'd undecorated my room, and was getting some studying done for finals, up way past my bedtime when there was a tap tap tap at my window. I looked to see a figure silhouetted against the dark night. I pointed towards the front door and, with a sigh, went to meet the person who'd be keeping me up.
I should have known who it was when I grabbed the door knob and felt it was ice cold. Not realizing the value of these omens, I opened the door to see Dahlia the harpy. She was certainly in a state, hair a mess, cheaters molting, with streaks of mascara running down her face. Her eyes were red from crying. I mean redder than usual. In a pitiable voice she asked "are you Shannon?" I said that I was. She asked if I still let anyone come to me with any problem. I said I did. She said "we haven't met, but my name is Dahlia. Will you help me?"
I stood slackjawed for a moment until a sniff snapped me out of it. I took a moment and thought WWHD (what would Helga do) and decided I would. So I invited her in, grabbed two pints of butter pecan, and sat down. I grabbed two pints because I didn't want to split one with her, and because I knew I'd need my own to get through this one.
She took a bite and then just sorta melted back into her human form, and for a minute just cried. When the wailing subsided, I asked her what her trouble was.
"I'm pregnant." She said. I'll admit with some guilt that the first thing I felt was relief. I was afraid she'd killed an adventurer and was trying to dispose of the body, but by now I'd handled unexpected pregnancies enough to be back on familiar territory. Then through the sobs she explained "I haven't seen my boyfriend in six months and I got lonely and…"
The relief gave way to white hot rage. She'd taken the one guy who had shown any interest without also being either insane or with one foot in the grave, and she had the audacity to do this? "WWHD" I whispered to myself. I realized I'd crushed my pint in my fist and forced my hand to unclench.
Dahlia continued "and Ethan is coming out in two weeks for graduation and I don't know what to do. I could sleep with him and then say…"
"FUCK" I shouted and sprang to my feet. It took everything in me to not strangle that woman where she sat. She looked up at me alarmed and afraid and I shouted "I SPILLED MY ICE CREAM AND I NEED TO GET A TOWEL." I shouted this loud enough that a few curious heads peeked out of their dorms.
Hannah asked if I was ok as I walked by. She heard me muttering "don't kill her don't kill her" and asked if I wanted her to take over.
I replied "no, but I'm going to need you on standby for afterwards. For me." I made it back to my room, screamed as loud as I could into my pillow, got a towel, composed myself and returned to face the monster. I cleaned up the spilled ice cream and was about to sit down, but then I looked at her and my eye twitched and I said "HANG ON LET ME PUT THIS IN THE LAUNDRY."
I was something that resembled composed when I finally got back, less than three minutes after my outburst, and I was able to pick up my ice cream and resume the conversation. Now given its prevalence in the story, it may surprise you to find out that while I do like butter pecan, it isn't my favorite. I don't know why it became the universal comfort ice cream of my college days, but it seemed everyone liked it and it worked to cheer them up so I didn't question it. The rest of that pint, though, tasted like ashes.
Dahila explained that when she told the father she was pregnant and it was his he'd literally run away, blocked her on everything and last she'd heard he'd left the state. Given that Dahlia was an eye eating harpy this response was understandable but absolutely detestable.
"Deliah, honey." That word was a struggle to get out. "Why would you do that? The thing with Ethan?"
She looked up at me and there was only despair in her eyes. "Because if I don't I… I'm… I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what, honey?" I asked.
Her answer was a whisper. "I can't do it on my own." And in that moment I felt a little better about not slamming the door in her face. I let her comment hang for a minute and she continued. "My mom was a single mom, and I never knew my dad and she… I don't want to be like her." Her voice broke. "I can't be like her, Shannon. Please."
I realized what she wanted. She wanted my approval to go ahead with Ethan, for me to tell her that that was the right thing to do. And if she wanted me to tell her that, it meant that she knew it was the wrong thing. I considered my next words carefully. "Dahlia, you're a senior. You're about to graduate. What kind of degree did your mom have?"
"She got her GED when I was nine."
"Well there you go, honey. You're already miles ahead." I said, false sunshine in my voice.
"But what if…"
"Yeah, the job marker sucks right now. But you're Dahlia the h…" I was going to say harpy. "The mighty. You can do this."
"But Ethan… what if I need him?"
I wanted to pull a Hannah, to verbally give her the ol KA LI MA and verbally rip out her heart, but I held myself in check. "Dahlia, you know that this plan of yours is wrong." I said, a little more sternly than I meant to. She started to protest but I interrupted her. "It's also setting you up for misery. You'll live in fear. What if he finds out? What if he realizes? What if he does the math and realizes that you can't deliver at a full 40 weeks if you've only been pregnant 32 weeks. What if he does a DNA test for one of those heritage websites? He might not know, but you will, Dahlia. You'll always know, and it will eat you up inside. What happens if, in ten years, you get in a fight and get drunk and decide to tell him, just to see how much it hurts him? Because it will hurt him. It will kill him. Do you think he's earned that?"
She just cried. She cried and cried and cried. And finally, in the smallest voice, she whispered "no".
"Then you have to do the right thing."
"I can't!" She shouted, then cried some more. "Will you help me? Please?"
Come to Shannon with your problems! She'll always do whatever she can. I got the number from her, and with each digit I dialed I cursed the stupid reputation I'd cultivated. I almost came close to even considering to curse Helga for believing in me.
The phone rang, and with each a sprout of hope blossomed in my heart, hope that it would go to voice-mail. And at last my prayers were answered! "It's Ethan, leave a message. If this is mom, hi mom!" Beep. I hung up, relief flooding into me. I tossed my phone down on the table and took another bite of ice cream.
Then I heard it.
The wrrr wrrr wrrr of my phone vibrating on the table. I recognized the number. Dahlia looked at me, a silent plea in her eyes.
I answered it on speaker. "Hello?" I said.
"Hey, I missed a call from this number?" Ethan said, from his voice he'd been asleep.
"Hi is this Ethan? Hi, my name is Shannon McMatthews, I'm the RA of dorm 6." I waited a moment for a reply.
Well I suppose that one was on me, I didn't give him much to go on. "Now don't worry" I was about to say that nothing was wrong but that wasn't the truth. "She's not hurt, but I'm here with Dahlia. She needs to talk to you."
I clicked it off speaker and slid my phone over to Dahlia, who took it in shaking hands. I said "I'll give you some privacy. Come knock on my door when you're done."
She did a few minutes later and from her expression I knew how the call went. I just took my phone back and hugged her. She didn't want to talk more, so I walked her back to her dorm, returned to my own and then cried my eyes out. I told Hannah what had happened, and then without explaining to them what was wrong, she got the other girls to come out. And I cried. Because it's me and I guess that's my thing. I realized I'd been burying my feelings. That I didn't want this to end with graduation.
Pepper started it. One by one they took turns telling me about how I'd helped them, about when I'd been there for them, about what I'd done for them. They told me they loved me, how much it meant to just know I was there. Rachel said she thought of me as a big sister. Amy 2 said I was like the mom she never had. Hannah said I'd given her a voice. Girls, if any of you are reading this, know that it was a pleasure and an honor to have been there for you. I remember every single thing you said, I've written it on my heart and the memory of that night is one I cherish dearly.
Classes the next day could fuck right off, though.
I talked to Dahlia a few months ago, and found she'd really turned herself around. Brayden (of course) is a really cute kid. Dahlia herself is doing great. She works for a non profit helping single mothers. She did a bunch of therapy and is working on her MSW. I asked if she was dating anyone and to my delight she said "not at the moment, but it's fine, I might want a man but I don't need one." She's also stopped eating eyes. Well, she's stopped eating HUMAN eyes. So that's a start.
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2023.03.22 06:42 Practical_Guard3749 CHAT GPT HORROR
One night, I was browsing Reddit as usual, scrolling through the horror subreddit. I loved reading the spine-tingling stories and getting scared out of my mind. But little did I know that I was about to experience a horror story myself.
As I read through the posts, I came across a thread titled "The Abandoned Asylum". As someone who loved exploring abandoned places, I clicked on the thread and began reading.
The post was about an abandoned asylum on the outskirts of town that was rumored to be haunted. The poster claimed that he had explored the asylum alone and had heard strange noises and seen ghostly figures lurking in the shadows.
I was intrigued and decided to visit the asylum myself. The next night, I made my way to the abandoned building, feeling a mix of excitement and fear.
As I entered the asylum, I immediately felt a chill run down my spine. The air was thick and musty, and the only sound was the creaking of old doors and the occasional rustle of debris.
As I explored the dark corridors, I began to hear whispers and strange noises. At first, I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but as the sounds grew louder and more distinct, I knew something was wrong.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, but no one was there. I tried to calm myself down, but the feeling of being watched and followed only grew stronger.
I continued to explore the asylum, but every step felt like a battle against an unseen force. It was as though the spirits of the patients who had once been locked away in the asylum were trying to keep me from leaving.
As I reached the end of the hallway, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a woman, dressed in a dirty white gown, her face contorted in a twisted expression.
I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. The woman started walking towards me, her eyes fixed on mine. I could feel her cold breath on my face as she whispered, "You shouldn't have come here."
Suddenly, the lights turned on and I realized that I had been caught in a trap set up by the poster of the Reddit thread. But even though it was just a prank, the fear and terror I experienced in the abandoned asylum still haunt me to this day.
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2023.03.22 06:34 LoveMangaBuddy Read The White Lion's Secret Bride - Chapter 34 - MangaPuma
He is a dark beast worthy of his name who’ll do anything for money. This is what Isabella Barret is told about Lion Black, the man she must marry while in disguise as his actual fiancée, Violet Lancaster. As dangerous as this gamble is, if Isabella manages to fool Lion until their one-year marriage contract is over, she’ll be freed of yet another contract that has kept her shackled for the past fi ... Read The White Lion's Secret Bride - Chapter 34 - MangaPuma. Read more at https://mangapuma.com/the-white-lions-secret-bride/chapter-34
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2023.03.22 06:34 DevilAndCat Buying Wings - List below!
Water Lionfish Legacy, Seahorse Carriage
Fire Burning Gold
Ice Icy Jewels, Snowy Stalactites, Coldest Winter, Frost Keeper
Light Sun Goddess
Earth Delicate Crimson, Tropical Butterfish, Golden Eye, Sun Shimmer, Glow Butterfly, Raven Flutter, Shimmering Night, Dungeon Keeper, Gold Dreams
Sailor Scouts Venus Love Guardian
Extra Elements LARGE Rainbow Unicorn
Valentines Heart Chocolate Donuts, Teddy 4 My Valentine Cookies, Falling Into Fate, 14 Karat gold Infinity Chain
Lucky Irish Forest Fairy, Fly Through A Rainbow, Shooting Stars, Wish Of Good Luck, Gold Keeper
Halloween Soul Scavenger, Rainy Graveyard Lurker, Haunted, Terror Of The Deep, Frankenfairy, A Witch's Best Friend, Dragon's Blaze, Extreme Terror Of The Deep, Soul Keeper
Autumn Gobble Gobble Wings, Harvest Wings, Gooey S'mores
Christmas Enchanting Christmas
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2023.03.22 06:33 Shpilkismalilkiss I’m explaining freedom from abusive relationships, from experience.
The courage to be done and leave has nothing to do with proving anything to him. It’s no longer about him. He blew it. He disappointed you and betrayed your feelings. It’s all about not disappointing yourself now. The most loving thing I did for myself to earn my own trust back is ACCEPT the package he delivered at the footsteps of my door which is the parts of myself I am ashamed of. It’s not the things he accused me of, my friend put it this way, “Any criticism someone sends that is black and white is not valid because it’s not balanced, it’s just their venom. It’s not you.” Shadow work is acknowledging and not running from your feelings during dark times, heal yourself.
Gaslighting makes you guarded, shut down and numb. You have to grab onto friends who you identify as sweet and literally let yourself fall apart and ASK FOR HELP. I struggle with that one. You need people to get through the pain, (otherwise addiction born from isolation becomes a problem).
In the pieces you are going to rebuild something stronger. Things need to completely break down to allow for a stronger and better system.
* Like the Chicago fire, everything was built of wood and a small fire ripped through the whole city. What stood was the water tower, think of that as yourself. You have to see that you will survive, any man who swears and undying love for you at the price of your freedom doesn’t actually love you, he just feels masculine when women soften around him and he’s the fire that burned your softness. He threw down in attempt to bend your will and was strong enough to get you. But now you see wood doesn’t work and that that’s what fire does. So build yourself out of stone and brick and metal. He can try to burn you but all it will do is heat you enough to burn him back the next time he tries to manipulate you by presenting his softness. You are showing him his own medicine because he no longer has access to you. And that, is freedom from abuse.
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2023.03.22 06:27 Coolmrc21 Army Opinion
Wanted to try my hand at army building so I thought I'd try 2000 pts of Dark Elf Raiders. First time doing this, so figured I'd ask for thoughts and opinions.
Elite Raider  Q4+ D5+ 60pts Fast, Hero, Tough(3), True Raider
CCW (A2), Phantom-GL (18", A1, Blast(3))
Warriors  Q4+ D5+ 120pts Fast
4x Barb Rifles (24", A1, Poison), 5x CCWs (A1), EMP Rifle (18", A3, Rending)
Elite Raider  Q4+ D5+ 60pts Fast, Hero, Tough(3), True Raider
CCW (A2), Phantom-GL (18", A1, Blast(3))
Warriors  Q4+ D5+ 120pts Fast
4x Barb Rifles (24", A1, Poison), 5x CCWs (A1), EMP Rifle (18", A3, Rending)
Witches  Q4+ D5+ 180pts Dodge, Fast, True Raider
Agony Whip (A1, Blast(3)), 5x Barb Pistols (12", A1, Poison), 3x CCWs (A2), Net & Spear (A3, Impact(1))
Dark Lord  Q3+ D4+ 90pts Fast, Hero, Tough(3), True Raider, 1x Deadly Spouse(Dark Strike)
Agony Whip (A1, Blast(3)), Blast Pistol (6", A2, AP(4))
# Joined to:
Nightmares  Q3+ D4+ 165pts Fast
5x Energy Swords (A3, AP(1), Rending)
Winged Warriors  Q4+ D4+ 200pts Ambush, Fast, Flying
3x Barb Carbines (18", A2, Poison), 5x CCWs (A1), 2x Fusion Lance (18", A1, AP(4), Deadly(3))
Torture Master  Q4+ D5+ 95pts Hero, Regeneration, Tough(3), 1x Alchemist(Pain Immunity)
Scissor Claw (A2, AP(4)), Syringe Pistol (12", A1, Deadly(3))
# Joined to:
Tortured Brutes  Q3+ D5+ 440pts Regeneration, Tough(3)
6x Dual Scissor Claws (A4, AP(4))
Leech Engine  Q4+ D2+ 235pts Fear, Fearless, Regeneration, Tough(6)
Heavy Claws (A3, AP(1)), Soul Syphon (12", A6, Poison), Soul Vortex (18", A1, Blast(6)), Stomp (A2, AP(1))
Engine of Suffering  Q4+ D2+ 235pts Fear, Fearless, Regeneration, Tough(6)
Shred Flails (A3, AP(1), Rending), Stinger Cannon (24", A3, Blast(3)), Stomp (A2, AP(1))
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2023.03.22 06:26 Fluid-Measurement-17 Xbox one dark souls 2
Does anyone have a set of black dragon armor they don’t ever use or maybe some how have a extra set they can drop I been farming all day Ill keep going through the pain in suffering till someone msgs me
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2023.03.22 06:24 undeadly444 WTS PSN account 53 games owned with ps plus hundreds of gaming collections
Assasin's Creed Valhalla - Gold Edition - Assasin's Creed 3 Remastered Assasin's Creed Odyssey - Gold Edition - Assasin's Creed Origins - Gold Edition - Batman Telltale Series Batman Enemty Within Batman Arkham Knight - Gotham's Most Wanted DLC only- Bloodborne - Old Hunters DLC only - Call of Duty Black Ops : Cold War - Crossplatform Edition(ps5) - Call of Duty Vanguard Cyberpunk 2077 Dark Souls II Scholar of the First Sin Dark Souls III Demon's Souls Devil May Cry 5 Doom Eternal+ Old gods Dlc Elden Ring Fallout 4 - G.O.T.Y. Edition - Final Fantasy 7 Remake - Ps5 Edition - Ghost of Tsusima Directors Cut God of War III Remastered God of War Ragnarok Ps5 Edition GTA Online Gran Tourismo Sports Hades Horizon Forbidden West - Ps5 Edition - Marvel's Avengers Guardians of the Galaxy Spider-man : Miles Morales Spider-man Remastered Mad max MediEvil Metal Gear Solid V Metro Last Light : Redux Metro Exodus Metro 2033 Redux Persona 5 Strikers - Digital Deluxe Edition - Persona 5 The Royal Resident Evil 2 Resident Evil 3 Resident Evil : Resistance Rayman Legends Ruined King : League of Legends Sekiro : Shadows Die Twice - G.O.T.Y Edition - SOMA Tom Clancy's Division 2 The Last of Us : Part II The Nioh The Nioh 2 The Witcher Goty Edition Tom Clancys ghost Recon Breakpoint - Gold Edition - Xcom War of the Chosen -DLC only- Uncharted : Nathan Drake Collection
These are games that is purchased. I do have every single ps plus game right after september 2021 up untill now, account alsonhas ps plus deluxe for 12.09.2023. I am first and only owner of account.
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2023.03.22 06:23 JimJohnman SIB the Dark Souls series if I hate their quest design?
I've played Elden Ring, Platinumed Bloodborne and Sekiro, and even played a little DS1.
Loved it all. It's the best design I've ever known... But nobody can convince me that Fromsoft quest design isn't utter bullshit. Without a guide, knowing everything beforehand, or spending 100s of hours scouring randomly, you have no chance of finishing most quests.
So, assuming I only play the main quest and don't fuck with the side content whatsoever, is it worth playing DS1, 2, and 3?
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2023.03.22 06:21 AWildLampAppears I asked Chat GPT to write an epic poem in iambic pentameter in the style of John Milton but from the perspective of Gimli and dedicated to Galadriel after Gimli received the three strands of her hair. The tone is solemn. Here's the response (it even came with a title!):
Of Gimli's Praise to Lady of the Wood
O Lady of the Wood, fairest and wise,
Thou art the beacon in our darkest skies,
When shadows loom and all seems lost in night,
Thou art the star that shines with purest light.
To thee, O Lady, Gimli offers praise,
For thou hast blessed him in so many ways,
Three golden strands of hair, a gift divine,
And in thy presence, peace and hope now shine.
With thy fair words, thou didst heal our wounds,
And drove the darkness from our hearts and minds,
For thou art Elven-kind, the eldest race,
Whose wisdom and power none can e'er replace.
Though Gimli is of Dwarvish blood and bone,
He feels thy kindness and thy grace are shown,
With every strand of hair he doth possess,
He feels thy love and knows his heart is blessed.
And in the darkness, when all hope is gone,
He thinks of thee, O Lady, fair and strong,
And feels thy spirit by his side to guide,
And in thy grace, his heart finds peace inside.
Oh Lady Galadriel, queen of grace,
Thy gift hath filled my heart, my soul, my face.
In halls of Mandos, where the spirits roam,
I'll find my peace, in thy eternal home.
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2023.03.22 06:20 cosmicdomoto My ranking of the dark souls 3 bosses
2023.03.22 06:18 CottonBUdy12 Funny relationship between the 7 main protagonists and DC's Crisis on Infinite Earths
In the Arrowverse crossover Crisis on Infinite Earths, 7 paragons are chosen by the supreme power to fight against the destroyer of all life, the Anti-Monitor. The paragons are of love, destiny, truth, courage, honour, humanity and hope. Funnily enough, I was able to link these to 7 main characters in OUAT
Emma=Hope: literally names her daughter Hope, but in Season 1, she is the hope (saviour) in breaking the curse. And most of the time never gives up on the things she loves (Hook and Regina come in mind)
Regina=destiny: she constantly fights against the powers of fate that keep her a villain. Transforming the Evil Queen into the Good Queen
Prince Charming=courage: based on the fact his courage is successfully used in Zelena's time travel spell, but Charming does show a lot of courage throughout the show (shepherd killing a dragon comes to mind)
Snow White=love: Makes the most sense to me, being the "fairest of them all"
Hook=honour: His first introduction to him, we learn he has a code. Hook is constantly struggling in the show to maintain his honour, despite his vengeance against Rumplestiltskin (dies honourably to destroy the darkness)
Henry=humanity: Henry as the author shows you don't need to be a knight in shining armour or some powerful sorcerer to be a hero. He is the most human of all the main characters growing up without magic
Rumplestiltskin=truth: Truth is depicted in Crisis as the most knowledgable. So by the process of elimination, truth is Rumplestiltskin. Not only with him being one of the most knowledgeable people in the show, but he also struggles with the truth of himself: man or beast
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2023.03.22 06:10 Thatcouple6996 What did I just see when I was younger? True story
Just for context I wrote this story and a lot more a long time ago after events like this happened so I wouldn't forget and now I have a whole essays worth of stories from when I was younger. This one was the one that always stuck with me the most.
My first sighting: 2 friends and myself were at the park near fluffy hill in Hayward. Before I start, I'll explain my surroundings at the time. We were at a table, the table was close to a specific tree that was 15 feet away. It was about 10-11pm. It was pretty damn dark. Behind the tree was absolutely pitch dark. But the tree was visible with the moon. So we were chilling at the table smoking a blunt, it was just us in the area. Me and my friend had our backs to the tree and my other friend was on the other side of the table so he could see the tree in front of him. The first noise came from behind the tree and it was pitch dark, the noise was very small almost like a squirrel climbing up a tree, faint but loud enough for us to all take a quick glance over there and forget about it. A couple minutes later, we heard a 2nd noise, definitely sounded like a little bit bigger animal, about the size of a raccoon I'm guessing. It sounded like it broke some twigs. All 3 of us turned our heads again to look towards the tree but saw nothing cause of how dark it was. We did not feel threatened so we continues our sesh... A couple minutes go by, The third time was something I've never heard before in my life, almost like a bear purposely jumped on top of a big branch and just snapped the hell out of it. Instantly all 3 of us jump up and turned towards the tree... A huge figure jumps out from the pitch darkness, it had the structure of a mountain lion. But it was completely black, as in it had 0 color besides its white eyes. Also it was about 6 or 7 feet long with at least a 4 foot tail that looked to have a point at the end of it. It was no mountain lion at that point, it was a demon. Instantly my friends run towards the car... This is where my experience differs. I was in shock and I stared at this monster. It ignored us, it turned towards the tree and walked towards it. It then started to climb up the tree, I could hear it's nails go deep into the wood. It still haunts me to this day, but it wasn't the worst part. It climbed up until it was completely off the ground, and then proceeded to turn his head 180 degrees like a owl (his body was completely still). It turned its head and stared right into my eyes... It's eyes were so big and white I couldn't compare to anything. At that point I popped back into reality and turned to see where my friends were. They were at least 50 feet away from me sprinting to the car. I instantly just bolt it and catch up to them cause of how much adrenaline I had. I didn't hear footsteps from this beast at all, it did not bother to chase us. Almost like it wanted us to see it. At this point, We left the keys to the car up at the table next to the tree. I refused to go back up, they attempted to go back up and they heard something and at that point I didn't want to be anywhere near this area. Eventually we had my friend run up the side of the hill and grab the keys and fly down the side of the hill.
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2023.03.22 06:08 foxxyfafalove99 What major would have worked for her
My mother is 50yrs old as of August 4th. She is still conventionally attractive (well, I suppose some would say she is average since she is overweight and also honestly bc we’re black) with enough makeup but doesn’t wear makeup around the house anymore like she used to (I’ve noticed that ever since the whole my older brother having a mental break+going to rehab she has steadily begun to take worse care of her appearance. She used to wear makeup around the house or look more presentable. I remember her as having been notably nice looking when I was little.)
My brother is in rehab in part due to her and my father’s negligence. I can admittedly have trouble not resenting her these days - she had an abusive childhood herself (sexual abuse, physical abuse from her dad, was put out of the house w her sister when she was 12) but I feel like even though she seemed v healthy when I was a child she has not made serious steps to overcome it. I’d say she’s manipulative and she tends to mostly stay home and watch I guess conspiracy videos against the vaccine (she is rlly anti vaccine and masks. To an annoying extent.)
She is a “housewife” but I would not say she is a good mother (she mentioned she used to “hit” my brother when he was little.) She is very cynical but can also come off kind of bubbly or joke-y (she does have a sense of humor.)
I would not say she has made good life decisions. She never completed college, started her family at 27 but still ended up being a not-so great parent overall, and chose a man who doesn’t make good money, is unintelligent, is not actually terribly attractive… just a myriad of bad decision making.
She can kind of give off the energy of someone who was once above average, like the kind of confidence that someone who was once above average tends to have.
She does not actually take good care of her health and still talks a fair amount abt her childhood.
When she is angry she develops this very intense energy - starts yelling loudly, it’s like her energy quite literally changes? It almost feels abusive in a way idk how to explain it, it’s just a body language thing. You’ll feel threatened by her. But when she is healthy and especially when I was younger she was nothing like that at all. I’ve been surprised as I’ve grown older by how she really is
Before I was born she was apparently trying to be a rapper and met Tupac. She has old photos of it, she was rapping w her sister. Obviously, nothing came of that.
She is anti-abortion now and complains about “whores” even though she had multiple abortions herself when young, and admitted to me once that she used to be promiscuous.
She has talked abt “indoctrination” before and tells me to “do research.” She is like this bc of how my grandpa raised her I guess, she tends to rant abt how he didn’t raise her to be stupid sometimes (in arguments w my father too.) But I don’t think she’s as smart as she likely believes she is anyway. If she were, I don’t think she’d have ended up w a man who makes below average money and without any kind of way to support herself if she and that man divorced.
Her job other than being a housewife that I remember was being a social worker. I remember a few months ago she was talking abt having been a social worker to my dad w great importance (saying they hired her due to her “speaking skills” or something. You could tell she really believed it.)
She smokes marijuana to “destress.”
I get the impression when she talks abt the city she grew up in that she perceives it or thinks of it as being like the same as it was back then, even though it obviously wouldn’t be now? I feel like she made a huge mistake by raising my brother and I in a primarily white and Asian environment, but she seems to deal w internalized racism so that likely has smthn to do w it
She is colorist… sort of? Like I remember she made a comment (not to the girl’s face of course) abt how my former best friend was “dark” and I have gotten the impression that she has made comments abt my older brother’s skin tone in the past (abt him being dark skinned.) Bur said she thought my cousin who is dark skinned was nice looking (the one on my dad’s said of course) even though I’d argue my former best friend was undoubtedly better looking than my cousin.
She is religious and is annoying abt reading the Bible (always tells me to do it even tho I don’t care)! but still walks around the house swearing like there’s no tomorrow.
She mentioned she used to be “crazy” according to others and would start throwing things when upset. She has no money saved up, and we still live in an apartment complex. I find it fair to suggest that she has made awful life decisions.
She is presently still trying to find online work to save up some money for my birthday (I’ll be turning eighteen.) I am astounded by how bad her life decisions have been.
She actually once filmed a video of me in like summer 2022 bc I asked her to (would have been 49 at the time.) She sounds sort of fake yet simultaneously bubbly. We did take pictures after, she was wearing makeup and looked happy but also sort of nervous (they’re on my profile if you want to get a feel for body language.)
In spite of the fact that she likely has undiagnosed mental health issues she does come off more “normal” between my father and herself. View Poll
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2023.03.22 06:02 International_Cow984 Rollin N Flippin (Remastered Ver)