Hello, around the 2nd grade, one day, I was at my uncle's house- and well- my aunt left I believe, it was at night, and I and my uncle were alone in the living room. He told me to get on his lap and proceeded to kind of, rub me on his lap while he moaned, and touched me- and I knew what he was doing- I wasn’t an idiot- despite this, I told really no one about it and life went on.
(I don’t remember him touching me anywhere else in between these two events)
Another time was around the 3rd grade, I was at my aunt and uncle's house again and we were gonna get McDonald’s. My aunt asked if I wanted to stay with her or go to McDonald’s with my uncle, I proudly exclaimed I wanted to go with him, and on the way there- he put his hand on my thigh and began rubbing it. He then started touching and rubbing my private part, and I was immediately uncomfortable with this- and tried grabbing his hand and putting my legs up and putting Them together, while he tried to touch me more, trying to squeeze his hand in between my legs.
A bit after that, he would come to me and my mom's house, and buy us dinner and we would eat and talk- which I was uncomfortable with, but I didn't tell my mom and still haven't because I was and still am scared and because I don't want to be a problem or a bother.
Here's the deal: My mom started dating him when he and my aunt divorced, around the 3rd grade too.
He bought me an expensive pair of shoes, and I didn't talk to him for a while.
Fast forward to the 4th grade, my mom started relapsing on stuff and started dating him again. I hated her. She acted like an asshole towards me, always making sexual comments about my body and everything- which continued up till this day.
She forced me to hang out with him, and most of the time, I stayed at my lovely grandparent's house- I always fought her to go with him, but most of the time, she gave up after a bit and left with him.
However, in the 5th grade, she forced me to stay at his house with her. He bought me a lot of stuff, took us to dinner and everything. He made me a room in his house, he did a lot for me. Yet, I still hated him. I didn't act rude to him because I'm a polite and nice person on average, so I just dealt with it. However, he kept slapping my ass and making sexual comments about me. I vented to my mom about how he made me feel uncomfortable and how it was wrong and everything, but she told me I was being ungrateful and I had no reason to hate him. She always said that I could tell her stuff about him, but when I did I was suddenly the bad guy. I always ranted about this to my grandma, never harshly but she would change my words and tell my mom- which f-cking sucked because she would always yell at me for it, and tell everything to her “lovely boyfriend.”
Thank u if u reply:) <3

Ok so I try to keep everything lighthearted in here but I literally have to talk about something. Someone random joined a LGBTQ discord I was in and they had a VERY bad name followed by a inappropriate profile picture. (It was a Nazi thing). Not even the worst part, this man posted pictures of actual dead people with blood and guts. He then said “This is what happens to (f-slurs)”.
I am actually like really disgusted and scared rn. I need someone to like comfort me, I know that sounds weird but like is anyone able to reassure me? (Btw the mods took care of it. THANK YOU TO THOSE MODS!)

I'm a gamer, i have a friend (lets call that friend "P1"), P1 and I met someone a new friend (P2) but for some reason something happened (like some arguments and etc)and they are no longer on good terms. I know what happened and i know P2 did,but im still playing with P2 these days because P2 still inviting me to play. Im playing with P2 not because i dont care about what happened to them, but because its much better to play with someone than being with randoms (toxic randoms to be exact) but it doesn't mean i dont like playing solo. Im only playing with P2 if invited and when im not playing with P1 since they are avoiding each other. just to be clear P1 and i are still on good terms but everytime P1 brings up P2 in conversation, we sometimes argue because P1 knows that P2 and i still playing with each other. P1 is much more important to me than P2 but it seems like P1 dont like it when i play with P2 but i have nothing to do with their issue or problems and P2 doesnt brings up their P1 problems to me while playing so im really focused on the game. I dont really like talking about problems with someone person but P1 keeps doing it and tease me because i keep playing with P2. P1 asked me if i like playing with P2 and i answered "its aight" (its like between yes and no) But P1 wants me to admit that i like playing with P2 but my real answer is "its aight" like 50/50, but P1 seems dont like that answer, P1 wants me to pick between yes or no, but when i answered "no" to the question P1 keep saying that im lying, and if i said "yes" things will go crazy (I enjoyed the game playing with P2 but not because of P2 its because of the game, get it?). P1 said to me that P1 cant stop me playing with P2 but it is wrong to play with P2 since they are not on good terms. What should I do? I dont want to be in bad terms with P1, i really like playing with P1. Should i cut my communication to P2? But P2 didnt really did something bad to me, and i will feel bad for it. Is it bad to still have communication with your friend's enemy? What should I do?

lmk what’s happening I’m only here til monday and wanna live it up!

Hi, I'm 24, I'm almost about to finish my master's in a foreign country. I have honestly been scared of what comes after and as a result I have just been having depressive episodes and anxiety (they were already there for about 2 years now, but currently the symptoms have heightened). I'm going to therapy and taking medication.
I feel like I'm just trying to blame the circumstances (some of which are real: being from third country in europe, finding it hard to find job, not sure where to head next, etc.,). I am just using them as some sort of comfort blanket so that I don't have to do anything. I think I am just scared of finally taking some responsibility of my life. Until now, I was in school or uni, and almost always knew what I am supposed to do.
Now I just don't know. I have no idea what kind of life I'd like to have. I'd like to be fit and have some good friendships and probably some meaningful job w health insurance. But I don't have any specific goals. Like, idk, what am I supposed to do? I have been procrastinating and just waiting for things to happen. I mean, things are not going to happen unless I do something. Time will just pass and then I will regret wasting this time. But I really don't know where to head next. How do I figure something out and just stick to it? And then deal with fear of failure or just potentially being seen as a failure?

I play as a Pyramid Head main, and I have a VERY strong stealth build that is especially good against gen-rushers:
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PERKS: -Trail of Torment (Kicking a Gen Makes you Undetectable for 15 secs) -Lightborn (Flashlights/Flashbangs/Blastmines don't work on you) -Insidious (Standing Still makes you Undetectable) -Tinkerer (70% repaired gens light up and you become Undetectable for 16 secs)
ITEMS:
Obsidian Goblet - Rights of Judgement make you Undetectable. Rust-Colored Egg - Rights of Judgement inflict Blindness for 60 seconds.
The plan is usually run around laying down "roads" of Trail of Torment so I can cross the map back and forth, undetected. I wait for Tinkerer to go off, rush the gen, hit someone and usually down them. Hook. Go back, kick the gen they were working on, I am re-stealthed. Check the area for any rescuers. Usually there is one, if not, Insidious in a spot that grants me lots of vision across the map. If I spot a rescuer, re-down the first survivor and hit the rescuer. Chase rescuer, let initial survivor bleed out if they're unlucky. Rinse, lather, repeat.
It works REALLY well against gen-rushing groups that show up with all toolboxes, because gens pop to 70% so fast I keep getting restealthed and restealthed and restealthed, allowing me to be ANYWHERE on the map virtually undetected. Blood hits the ground fast if they try to rush all the gens, and it's happened many times in bronze and silver.
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...I just have no idea what to put in as an offering. Pyramid Head has his own built in Mori (the great knife, instead of 3rd hook), so it's virtually a free spot for him. Should I just throw on a Murky Reagent and call it done, or is there something better that might really, really go with a stealth build like this?
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~Pyramid Head Main

I'm tired of being alone, spending my weekend sitting at home, and just existing. But no matter what I do, nothing ever works out for me. I have tried everything to make friends at this point and nothing works. If something does happen, something always goes wrong. At this point I have a feeling its my destiny to be forever alone, and I joke that I would have better lucky winning the lottery than making good friends.
This past couple of weeks is where these feelings came to a head, and I just have been numb to everything since. I'm not sure what else I can do, because the few times I felt like I became good friends with someone, they abandon me. Ill explain, but quickly I am in my mid twenties, and the other people mentioned are within 2 or 3 of my age currently.
Firstly, I had a friend I'll call Lavender. Lavender and I were friends for 1-2 years, we met online via one of many apps, I don't recall which. But we would talk almost daily via discord. With the Occasional Video and voice chats. We were both nerds and into art, and even did a live stream where we did a drawing collab with each other. We even did a gift exchange with each other Xmas of '21. Physically we lived 90ish minutes from each other and never had a reason to meet in person, we were both busy with work/school. this was until last summer when the Ren Fest opened for the season. We decided to meet at the ren fest and spend the day there. It was a fun trip, and I bought them some horns for their birthday. Besides being nervous I don't know what could have gone wrong, but they slowly stopped responding, and I haven't heard form them in a little under a year. Even when I sent this a Xmas gift this past year. When I try to message them, I just get left on read.
This past April I matched with a person on a dating app, Lets call them Violet. Violet and I got along great, they even brought up going on a date, which honestly cause me to panic a little since I never been on a date, this would be my first. But we managed to lock down a time, and we went on this date, we talked for hours and had dinner before I drove them home. We talked about meeting again, which we did next week. But just like Lav, Violet slowly stopped responding and without an explanation why.
Finally this is the thing that happened most recently, that is completely breaking me. This person I'll call Scarlet, and they live on the other coast of the US compared to me. We again met on an App, but we been chatting with each other almost daily for around 2-3 years at this point, and the past 2 Christmases we did gifts exchanges. While it was very unlikely we would have the time or reason to meet, being across the country, I considered them a great friend of mine that I could talk to about anything with. We have video and voice chatted, and I thought I knew them and who they were. Which is why this completely blind sided me.
I had a week of vacation time I had to use before a lost it, and I brought it up to them, and one thing leading to another we agreed to me flying over and visiting them for a week. I gave them 2 or 3 weeks to choose from and I took that week off. I spent almost 600 dollars buying tickets and travel items just to visit them and the city. And for the weeks leading up to it, we discussed what we planned todo for the week. When it can time to fly over, I got on the plane for the first flight and landed. Scarlet is a night owl and I assumed was still asleep when I first got on the plane, but sent them a message on discord before I left. when I landed for my lay over my next flight was delayed, so I tried to call them to let them know, but they didn't pick up, again chocking it up to them sleeping or napping, I sent a message on discord and got on the next flight. I didn't get any error message at this point to tell me something was wrong. My second flight went by, and I land and gathered my things from baggage claim, when I tried to contact them. And quickly found out they blocked me on everything.
This came so far out of the blue I didn't know what todo, and slowly started to spiral into a panic attack (or at least that's the only way I can explain it), my first ever. I was across the country, the person I was supposed to meet Abandoned me before I even Landed. and I didn't know what I was going todo. I just Broke, It was a good hour before someone even noticed my decent into this panic attack. I felt more helpless and alone than I ever had before. Luckily my airline was able to help me get the next flight home, and helped me through the panic attack, but I have been numb since.
I told myself that I wont give up, but its hard. I just feel that no matter what I do, I wont ever make true friends. Ill just be discarded the second they feel like it. I have been trying to make friends since the end of high school, and I can count on my fingers the amount of lasting connections I made, yet none of them really talk to me any more.
I'm lost and looking for any advice on where to go next. I'm tired and loosing the will to keep trying feeling like nothing is going to change. I'm tired of hearing about my siblings getting in and out of relationships while I cant even manage a friendship, especially when they lie about understanding about my situation.

I’m not lucky. I was abused s**xually, emotionally and physically as a kid and grew up thinking men using me was all I was worth. I had a major glow up in 2020, lost 100lbs, felt great.
Then one misfortunate encounter with men after another I became extremely depressed in May 2022. I met the father of my child a few months earlier at a photo shoot. Around July we started talking more and he said something that made me cry. For the first time I felt noticed and validated. My family always says I have to deal with everything on my own. When I had a s*icide attempt and became homeless none of my family offered to take me in.
I never had time to heal from the things that happened to me as a kid or the off handed remarks said to me. I sometimes find myself resentful at my niece because my mom and grandfather want to shield her from the crazy of her parents. When I need them they tell me “You’re grown you need to fix everything on your own.”
Anyways I wanted to break up with the father of my child, while he said things that touched my heart there were so many red flags. He does illicit activities, hangs out with shady people (many connected to the cartel), he forced me to be intimate. I didn’t know I was pregnant. I had an altercation with my brother, who sa me as a kid, I got so angry my mom asked me to leave. I was back with father of my child. He was short on cash, he told me if I didn’t want to be homeless I needed to help make rent. I ended up in jail with first charge I got in my life.
Stayed in jail for 3 weeks before I got bailed out, then my mom didn’t want me coming home for health safety. So I ended up with the father of my child, though I didn’t want to see him. Found out I was pregnant. Joined a nonprofit, had SNAP, have Medicaid, and was looking for a room.
Meanwhile my mom let me come back home, there was tension and resentment. She has cancer and I wanted to apologize and help as much as I can. My brother decided to take my niece and move out. My mom has just been upset because she wants protect my niece. I find myself jealous and upset about the situation. No one came to my aid even at my lowest I was told “Stop letting it happen.”
I turned down the room because I have a job and go to school for IT. Now I think I messed up…my mom and I had a huge fight. She told me she’d help me find lawyers to take something off my plate. What triggered the fight was she told me I needed to do it. I’m stressed, my job is threatening to fire me, I need to get certifications to get into IT, 5 months into a high risk pregnancy (doctor’s words not mine) and father of my child won’t give me space.
My suicidal thoughts and depression have been bad since the father of my child doesn’t see things from my perspective. He calls me a bitch, delusional, crazy. But when I think about what led me to jail- I take accountability that I allowed him to manipulate me. If I had not gotten arrested I would’ve been killed or trafficked. Too much details to go into but jail was mercy.
I found out I’m having a boy. Since the fight with my mom I’m really thinking of leaving going to a room at a home for pregnant women and putting the child up for adoption. My family doesn’t really care about me, why keep my son who will someday receive the exact same treatment? Lord knows I don’t want him having anything to do with his father’s side of the family with all the illicit activities. Lies are deep, I don’t know the father of my child- where he lives, his “side” businesses, connections. Etc etc.
I want my son to be loved, to be heard and surrounded by people who love him. My mom doesn’t have a job and is trying to finish cancer treatments. She’s against me putting the child up for adoption, saying boys of color are treated badly when adopted.
AITA?

I’m doing a rewatch and I’m at the commitment ceremony where they commission the fashion designer (Sam) to make them all custom dresses for the event. In the end, she can’t finish Robyn’s dress and asks her if she has another dress she can wear instead. And it just so happens that Robyn has a dress in her closet very similar to what Sam was making anyways. I find that oddly convenient. It’s also in a very similar colour.
They did Christine dirty with the dress though. Janelle’s turned out great but Christine’s is just not flattering for her body at all. It’s so out of place compared to the other three dresses and far more “peasant princess” than actual princess like the other three.

[F4A] One Last Grasp for Salvation - Literate Fantasy Scene Below!
*One of the most surreal emotions a person overflowing with ambition can feel, is the feeling that washes over them when they come face to face with something they have been working so hard to achieve. Be it wealth, fame, power, a person can spend so long chasing after a certain goal, that they can lose sight of why they were so obsessed with reaching these new heights. *
Yet what hadn't you sacrificed to get here, and now, here you were. Before you stood the blade that was wrapped in so many rumours and mysteries it had became a fairytale to those who even still bothered to discuss it's existence. And now, it stood before you, in all of it's ethereal glory.
The blade was without flaw, which is probably what gave it the prescence to dominate such an ornate and intricately designed room. It's blade looked as if it had been carved from the purest of blackened steel, it's metalwork a sea of meshing of steel and carbon which created a weapon that could pass as an artistic masterpiece. The blade flew into a blackened hilt and cross guard, that's design as engrossed with golden detailing and lines, making it worthy of being the prizes possession for any swordsman.
Your intentions here would shape how the world perceived these ambitions of yours, and perhaps even reshape the world in doing so. Would they be seen as a selfish act, a righteous and divine act of intervention, or maybe it would be a singular act that could stun the world into silence. Would you trully have the conviction to go through with these plans, whatever they may be, when the time came, could any mere mortal stand in the prescence of unbridled power, and not allow the very sin that had accursed men for thousands of years to sway their minds.
Whatever your reasons, good or bad, it is too late now. They're closing in on you. The guardians of this place. They had been slow to awaken. Most were lost amidst the detritus, covered in stone or worn out by time. All were goliaths, huge constructs infused with potent magics to grant them not only longevity, but immense power. Maybe you were strong enough to take on a few of the lesser constructs, or even some of the greater. Maybe you're fast enough to outrun the greater constructs, or even the fewer. But they were legion. Dozens of them, some half-broken, others rusted. None were pristine, yet all gleamed with magic. Run, they would catch you. Fight, they will crush you. There was no way out.
And yet, there was a heavy sense of tranquility and stillness around the room, it felt as if it was somehow isolated from the rest of the world, and if the rumours were to be true, this is where the sword should be attempting to corrupt your mind. It should be calling out, showering you with false promises and anything in it's almost endless power to convince you to pull it from it's imprisonment; and yet, the blade remained silent. Even as the walls of the room shook, the sword remained quiet, almost taunting you with it's prescence as it forced you to doubt everything you had heard about the blade. Had all the sacrifices that had been made to get you to this point... surely they hadn't all been for nothing, the blood shed and the lifes lost where they all for naught.
Had you made preparations, maybe you had brought a way to destroy the possessed weapon, or maybe a way to strengthen it's seal, or to break it free so it could act as the catalyst for your conquest. Whatever plans that had been made with the few people you had descended into these decrepit ruins with, was there really any time time to put any preparations into action. The beasts and mechanisms that guarded this inner sanctum moved ever closer, and their collosal nature made it impossible to judge just how close your hunters were.
You're going to die here, that much was for certain. This is the end. All your labors, all your efforts to survive through this labyrinthine cave, for nought. This is your legacy. Trapped, back against the wall, helpless, doomed, just when you reached the end. How disappointing. You always thought that you were destined for greatness, but would your name really just be another lineage lost to the ages?
Unless...
No matter what plans you had originally planned, you could always seize the blade. Your life was over, you either didn't have the strength or the will to keep fighting, yet you were determined to not go out like this. Would you really sacrifice your morals, your dignity, and grab the blade that stood before you. Who knows what you could release into the world, but why should you care; if you stood and did nothing, you wouldn't be around to see the consequences of your actions either way, thag much was certain.
You couldn't even tell what possessed the blade, the rumours surrounding it's nature were...vague, to say the least. The myths were a tangled game of chinese whispers that had double-backed on itself so many times that no one was certain of it's origin. Some spoke of a fallen angel, others the emodiment of pure evil itself, or a member of Fae royalty, who's reconquest of her stolen land could lead to the world being levelled and built anew.
But what's a few myths and half-truths to survival? The blade looks odd and demented, the appearance, eldritch and terrible as it is, could mean nothing. At least, with it, you'd have a chance; at atleast something to steady your hands as you made your final stand; as what was a noble, warriors death without a weapon to make your last stand. Perhaps you could tame the blade and it's entrapped soul, you had spent your life working to be strong enough for this moment, if you couldn't wield the blade, then what was it all for.
Yet, as the blade watched you in your hour of need, it did not goad you. It did not lure you. It hung quiet. Watching. Observing. Judging you for your actions, it said nothing, and still, you felt it told you all it needed to; by doing nothing, it made you rethink every decision you'd make up until this point. The tortured, ancient soul sealed within desperate for a new host. The being well aware of your presence, yet unable to act within its blade made prison.
Even as your body made it's way towards the blade, before your brain or heart had even came to a decision, your feet moved towards the blade, pulled toward the sword; the only thing left that offered even a glimpse of hope in this sanctum. Even as you stood before it, salvation within an arms reach, would you have what it takes to forsake yourself, to shed your humanity for the chance to carry on your legacy?
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Hiya all!
I really do hope the prompt wasn't too much! I do tend to ramble a little, and it's a little rough, but I really just couldn't wait to get the idea down after being inspired somewhere elsewhere! I will probably work on it, changing and tweaking as it goes, but some scenes I just want to get out there as quickly as possible so I can flesh it out and enjoy it!
So, as you can gather, the main plot revolves around a forsaken, eldritch blade, host to a very powerful soul who is almost certainly evil, whether that be pure, unadulterated evil, or a misunderstood menace, that'll be explored throughout the scene! And I may tweak it as we go to fit the scene better!
As I've mentioned, the scene is fresh and new, and I'm more than happy to adapt and mold it around whatever character, setting or world we eventually create to make this scene as beautiful as I imagine it to be!~
It's honestly an idea bigger than the scene itself, which is why I admit that I may be a capable writer, something as intricate and dynamic as this can't be done justice through a static prompt, so I wish for it to be ever evolving!
That's partially why I'm posting here! What happens in the background? Dynamics between characters is nice and all, but perhaps there's some ancient order that's going to freak out and hunt down the blade. Does your character resist, or buy into the blade's notions? Do they become sympathetic with the blade's reason for its misdeeds? Is redemption possible? There are many possibilities. So long as we add in proper spice to increase tension and whatnot, we should, I think, have something enjoyable (or so I hope).
Priority is on fleshing this out! (and yes, romance is on the table)
As for me, to me, writing is just a completely indulgent hobby, which I love to try make time to do atleast once or twice a day! I am a full time uni-student with a part time job, but I do try to dedicate as much time as I can to it, and will always communicate whenever I may be strapped for time. Communication is absolutely key to me!~
I'm looking for someone literate who can do a few paragraphs. Someone who's engaged and will be happy to flesh out ideas. This story will have very dark undertones, so bear that in mind, please! The woman sealed in this blade did a lot of very bad things to a lot of people, justified or not, depending on perspective.
She is evil. But whether she's beyond redemption will be played out here!
Discord only. 18+ only. DMs or messages work. Timezone is GMT.
Please do not message with one word! Tell me about yourself, maybe, or some ideas to throw in. Thankies <3

I received a vague email yesterday about 5pm, from the United States Citizenship and immigration services stating that my job offer was rescinded due to national security being denied 6/2/23. The funny thing is not one of my references were contacted. I was fired from a job 3 years ago and had to give a statement explaining in detail what happened, also I have debt due to a small business I opened in 2019 that I lost due to covid-19. I am devastated and at a loss how I didnt even get a detailed reason why I was denied clearance or a call from the investigator with any questions regarding my SF-86. What can I do to receive a explanation or an appeal?

[F4A] One Last Grasp for Salvation - Literate Fantasy Scene Below!
*One of the most surreal emotions a person overflowing with ambition can feel, is the feeling that washes over them when they come face to face with something they have been working so hard to achieve. Be it wealth, fame, power, a person can spend so long chasing after a certain goal, that they can lose sight of why they were so obsessed with reaching these new heights. *
Yet what hadn't you sacrificed to get here, and now, here you were. Before you stood the blade that was wrapped in so many rumours and mysteries it had became a fairytale to those who even still bothered to discuss it's existence. And now, it stood before you, in all of it's ethereal glory.
The blade was without flaw, which is probably what gave it the prescence to dominate such an ornate and intricately designed room. It's blade looked as if it had been carved from the purest of blackened steel, it's metalwork a sea of meshing of steel and carbon which created a weapon that could pass as an artistic masterpiece. The blade flew into a blackened hilt and cross guard, that's design as engrossed with golden detailing and lines, making it worthy of being the prizes possession for any swordsman.
Your intentions here would shape how the world perceived these ambitions of yours, and perhaps even reshape the world in doing so. Would they be seen as a selfish act, a righteous and divine act of intervention, or maybe it would be a singular act that could stun the world into silence. Would you trully have the conviction to go through with these plans, whatever they may be, when the time came, could any mere mortal stand in the prescence of unbridled power, and not allow the very sin that had accursed men for thousands of years to sway their minds.
Whatever your reasons, good or bad, it is too late now. They're closing in on you. The guardians of this place. They had been slow to awaken. Most were lost amidst the detritus, covered in stone or worn out by time. All were goliaths, huge constructs infused with potent magics to grant them not only longevity, but immense power. Maybe you were strong enough to take on a few of the lesser constructs, or even some of the greater. Maybe you're fast enough to outrun the greater constructs, or even the fewer. But they were legion. Dozens of them, some half-broken, others rusted. None were pristine, yet all gleamed with magic. Run, they would catch you. Fight, they will crush you. There was no way out.
And yet, there was a heavy sense of tranquility and stillness around the room, it felt as if it was somehow isolated from the rest of the world, and if the rumours were to be true, this is where the sword should be attempting to corrupt your mind. It should be calling out, showering you with false promises and anything in it's almost endless power to convince you to pull it from it's imprisonment; and yet, the blade remained silent. Even as the walls of the room shook, the sword remained quiet, almost taunting you with it's prescence as it forced you to doubt everything you had heard about the blade. Had all the sacrifices that had been made to get you to this point... surely they hadn't all been for nothing, the blood shed and the lifes lost where they all for naught.
Had you made preparations, maybe you had brought a way to destroy the possessed weapon, or maybe a way to strengthen it's seal, or to break it free so it could act as the catalyst for your conquest. Whatever plans that had been made with the few people you had descended into these decrepit ruins with, was there really any time time to put any preparations into action. The beasts and mechanisms that guarded this inner sanctum moved ever closer, and their collosal nature made it impossible to judge just how close your hunters were.
You're going to die here, that much was for certain. This is the end. All your labors, all your efforts to survive through this labyrinthine cave, for nought. This is your legacy. Trapped, back against the wall, helpless, doomed, just when you reached the end. How disappointing. You always thought that you were destined for greatness, but would your name really just be another lineage lost to the ages?
Unless...
No matter what plans you had originally planned, you could always seize the blade. Your life was over, you either didn't have the strength or the will to keep fighting, yet you were determined to not go out like this. Would you really sacrifice your morals, your dignity, and grab the blade that stood before you. Who knows what you could release into the world, but why should you care; if you stood and did nothing, you wouldn't be around to see the consequences of your actions either way, thag much was certain.
You couldn't even tell what possessed the blade, the rumours surrounding it's nature were...vague, to say the least. The myths were a tangled game of chinese whispers that had double-backed on itself so many times that no one was certain of it's origin. Some spoke of a fallen angel, others the emodiment of pure evil itself, or a member of Fae royalty, who's reconquest of her stolen land could lead to the world being levelled and built anew.
But what's a few myths and half-truths to survival? The blade looks odd and demented, the appearance, eldritch and terrible as it is, could mean nothing. At least, with it, you'd have a chance; at atleast something to steady your hands as you made your final stand; as what was a noble, warriors death without a weapon to make your last stand. Perhaps you could tame the blade and it's entrapped soul, you had spent your life working to be strong enough for this moment, if you couldn't wield the blade, then what was it all for.
Yet, as the blade watched you in your hour of need, it did not goad you. It did not lure you. It hung quiet. Watching. Observing. Judging you for your actions, it said nothing, and still, you felt it told you all it needed to; by doing nothing, it made you rethink every decision you'd make up until this point. The tortured, ancient soul sealed within desperate for a new host. The being well aware of your presence, yet unable to act within its blade made prison.
Even as your body made it's way towards the blade, before your brain or heart had even came to a decision, your feet moved towards the blade, pulled toward the sword; the only thing left that offered even a glimpse of hope in this sanctum. Even as you stood before it, salvation within an arms reach, would you have what it takes to forsake yourself, to shed your humanity for the chance to carry on your legacy?
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Hiya all!
I really do hope the prompt wasn't too much! I do tend to ramble a little, and it's a little rough, but I really just couldn't wait to get the idea down after being inspired somewhere elsewhere! I will probably work on it, changing and tweaking as it goes, but some scenes I just want to get out there as quickly as possible so I can flesh it out and enjoy it!
So, as you can gather, the main plot revolves around a forsaken, eldritch blade, host to a very powerful soul who is almost certainly evil, whether that be pure, unadulterated evil, or a misunderstood menace, that'll be explored throughout the scene! And I may tweak it as we go to fit the scene better!
As I've mentioned, the scene is fresh and new, and I'm more than happy to adapt and mold it around whatever character, setting or world we eventually create to make this scene as beautiful as I imagine it to be!~
It's honestly an idea bigger than the scene itself, which is why I admit that I may be a capable writer, something as intricate and dynamic as this can't be done justice through a static prompt, so I wish for it to be ever evolving!
That's partially why I'm posting here! What happens in the background? Dynamics between characters is nice and all, but perhaps there's some ancient order that's going to freak out and hunt down the blade. Does your character resist, or buy into the blade's notions? Do they become sympathetic with the blade's reason for its misdeeds? Is redemption possible? There are many possibilities. So long as we add in proper spice to increase tension and whatnot, we should, I think, have something enjoyable (or so I hope).
Priority is on fleshing this out! (and yes, romance is on the table)
As for me, to me, writing is just a completely indulgent hobby, which I love to try make time to do atleast once or twice a day! I am a full time uni-student with a part time job, but I do try to dedicate as much time as I can to it, and will always communicate whenever I may be strapped for time. Communication is absolutely key to me!~
I'm looking for someone literate who can do a few paragraphs. Someone who's engaged and will be happy to flesh out ideas. This story will have very dark undertones, so bear that in mind, please! The woman sealed in this blade did a lot of very bad things to a lot of people, justified or not, depending on perspective.
She is evil. But whether she's beyond redemption will be played out here!
Discord only. 18+ only. DMs or messages work. Timezone is GMT.
Please do not message with one word! Tell me about yourself, maybe, or some ideas to throw in. Thankies <3

Someone else posted about this last week, and it's happening again. I marked down a ton of listings - did not get the "your order qualifies for discounted shipping" email. Closet cleanout - reduced by 10%, or more, so what is the issue?
I've had two sales so far, and I am being charged the $2.02 discount on both. So much for being on Poshmark.
I wrote to customer service, but now feel like I need to go back and reconcile every sale I have had. I mean $2.02 adds up over multiple sales.
If anyone else is having this issue please post.

So serious question, auto correct got me when I was texting a customer, and accidentally texted the customer “little shit” when what I was trying to say was “little trick.” he’s one of my good regulars, so I’m not at all concerned about him, saying anything. And of course I immediately apologized, and told him what I was trying to say (we both enjoy baking, so I was trying to give him some baking tips). My question is, for those of us that this has happened to before, did shopper success, reach out to you? Or did nothing ever come of it?

For the first time in a month and a bit, I feel like i'm no longer in pain. I let go of her today. I accepted that what had happened was for the best, my therapist helped me make major strides in realising this. Self help, healing and self-improvement is the way to go.
I had a loving 3.5 year relationship but felt like i was blindsided by the breakup. I couldn't understand why she was breaking up with me and able to seemingly move on so easily. I had actually bought up the idea of breaking up 3 months prior and that perhaps we weren't the right people for each other but i forced that idea down and suppressed it because i was with someone amazing. She was the love of my life. I couldn't bear to put her in that pain but i think subconciously she knew since that day, we weren't meant to be. She started to plan the break-up and it led to me feeling blindsided as she herself wasn't sure that this is what she wanted.
Like any ex, i cried, begged and pleaded for her to take me back as I wasn't ready to break up. But the reality of the situation was that we were at very different stages of our lives (i'm looking at going into grad school and completing a doctorate in maths, she's already working as a physiotherapist). She has expressed desires to move out together and it just felt like our shared values back when had first started dating, shifted. I was subconciously also losing feelings for her, preparing myself for the breakup as i found myself less intimate with her.
My therapist helped me unpack all this and more. I really do recommend everyone on here, if possible to reach out to mental health practitioners and discuss your own issues. Im currently in day 19 of NC and i'm planning on breaking it soon. To tell her that i'm in acceptance and that she should stop hurting. She has blocked me on everything after i did cry and beg and make the breakup far more painful than it had to be for both of us. I just need to be sure that this is exactly what i wanted and how i actual feel so that we don't inflict further pain on each other.
The cliches that you read on here are all true and you guys have helped me manage my most difficult days, endlessly scrolling through this subreddit for people that shared my pain.

• If you love someone, set them free.
• Right person, wrong time.

I've learnt and grown through my breakup, that the future is unpredictable. Nothing is ever set in stone and that we should be excited for it rather than wallowing in our own pity and sorrow. I know that my story won't resonate with everyone here as not every breakup is mutual (or as mutual as i've come to realise it to be) but at some point i felt exactly how every dumpee feels; unattractive, unwanted, unloveable, depressed and blames themselves for everything that's happened. It's a lot easier if we're all able to self-reflect, understand that there's a reason for everything that has happened and begin to move on. Moving on doesnt mean that we stop loving them but to let go of the unrealistic fantasy we created of them. I'm looking forward to leaving this community when i'm ready to let her know how I feel through one of our shared mutuals and when she is ready to meet up/call me and have a proper heart-to-heart conversation. One that i feel is much more appropriate to how our relationship should have ended as opposed to the messy one that we've had.

Hi, this issue has been baffling me for awhile. I have an older pico (handheld) projector that used to be connected to an old set of computer speakers. I have been wanting to replace these speakers as 1. They are so old they are starting to crackle and 2. I would love to have bluetooth enabled speakers with AUX input option so that I can switch between using them for the projector (which only has 3.5mm AUX-out) and using them for streaming music & podcasts from my phone.
I have tried FOUR different bluetooth speakers (with AUX port option) now and each time the story is the same: bluetooth sound works great, but when I switch to AUX and turn on the projector the sound is there but far too quiet. Yes the sound is all the way up on the projector. I have tried Googling this several times and have only found results talking about the opposite problem, saying that AUX is a better connection than Bluetooth! I am tearing my hair out purchasing speakers and returning them. What's going on here?
I will also note I remember having this same issue years ago when connecting an old iPhone (with AUX port) to my bluetooth Jambox portable speaker. Bluetooth worked great but AUX was much much quieter.
One of the speakers I tried also had an optical-in port so I bought an "analog to digital converter" box hoping that might help push the 3.5mm audio coming from the projector, no go - same quiet sound.
Attached are the audio specs for the projector if that helps - hoping somebody will know what I'm talking about and why this keeps happening?
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Long story short - truck hit the electric pole outside our house - PGE was here for 24 hours fixing is, which was good (bad part was they acted like it was a Saturday afternoon all night with the screaming, laughing and partying it seemed - incredible - forget any sleep).
All the wires for our AT&T service were yanked out of house and the immediate polls so we've had no service going on 4 days now.
Just mentioned to my wife I saw Verizon on the list of available internet providers and I happen to read a few reviews on yelp about them.
She had to go into the office today (she works from home full time normally) because we had no internet service, calls up Verizon, texts me that we're going to have verizon internet today.
Comes home with a little white box, plugs it in, we put the password into the TVs, computers and phones. Wella. Perfect internet. Fast and efficient so far. Couldn't have been easier.
Totally surprised.
Hoping this isn't an illusion becuase I'll be happily canceling the AT&T internet that hasn't worked for 4 days and can't seem to get anyone at their company to give two hoots about (trucks did arrive today to survey the situation, the guy was as nonchalant about the whole thing as he could be, couldn't give any time frame of when it'd be up or when they'd be working on it and didn't give a flying hoot about working from home normally - which is what I expect from AT&T). I've spent a ocuple hours today and yesteday on the phone with AT&T and it's everything you know and expect about them, just the absolute worst as you can imagine.
So Verizon. Check it out.

I recently started to use Aegislash because I love the concept of the pokemon.
I try to train but I can't get anything out of it, i feel that this pokemon is so underwhelming. On the paper the pokemon seems to be able to do a lot of different things (burst damage, tanking, CC, etc.) but once in fight I fill that it just does bad in every single roles it could filled. I really don't know if the only problem is how I play it, or if the pokemon is really underwhelming at the moment no matter what you do. I don't rely only on the WR of unit API, since we saw that certain pokemons can do pretty good in soloQ despite beeing non-meta (yeah I espacially think about absol players).
What are your thoughts about that pokemon?
Did a similar experience already happened to you with another pokemon ?

My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost three months now and it's been good for the first month but when we hit our second month it all kinda went downhill a little. We still care for each other and everything but I'm worried and I don't know what to do. He would go for hours not talking to me or I'm waiting for a message back for hours and I would get upset and cry because I'm overthinking the worse if there's another girl or he's tired of me. He doesn't try to talk to me or communicate with me about things we have issues on and if I have an issue he has me talk to him about it so we can fix it but when I try to do the same he doesn't want to try. I don't talk about what I'm feeling to anyone not even family or close friends and I have a hard time talking when it comes to those things and he said he'll try to help. Two days he did the same thing but it was for the whole day and I was scared and worried that he was ghosting me or done with me or he got his stuff taken he told me he was busy and I said okay I did cry for a while but I tried to get over it. Yesterday I asked if we could talk and he agreed and I told him if we we're still good and if he's alright and he said he was just done and tired of everything and everyone and when I heard that I was hurt and understanding and asked if he could try to talk to me about it and he said talk about what and told him if he can talk to me about what's he feeling and he said that its fine and I told him that l'm here for him and that I care and that I wouldn't judge him but l'll listen to what he has to say and I want to be there for him and try to help and how I don't want him bottling everything up like that to himself. And he kept saying it's fine and I said I don't believe that and he said oh well and I said I'm going to fight you in a serious way and all he said was okay and I didn't want to push anything further so I said okay and got left on read after that. I told my best friend what happened and she said that I should do what he does to make him feel I feel when he does those things so he can see from my perspective how it hurts. And I know we're young but everybody been young once having difficulties in young relationships. just want to know what to do. I show him how much I care for him and he acts like I'm just there for whenever he wants me there and it hurts. He hasn't texted me since yesterday and I'm still kinda the upset about what happened. I don’t know if I should text him or not.