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2023.06.05 17:48 Big-Apricot-2651 Beard Bib Apron for Men – Funny Husband Gifts from Wife - 67% off
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2023.06.05 17:48 International_Net_92 only attracted to people when it's gay?
I usually go by non binary (AMAB) , pansexual. I like to play with my expression n such, crossdress, makeup, and overall i hope to be more androgynous/feminine when i'm older. My dilemma, ig you'd call it, is that i only really like the same sex when i feel masculine/feminine. To be clear, when i'm feeling more fem i find myself more attracted to women/fem folk and when i feel more masc i find myself more attracted to men/masc folk. it's kinda like my brain is just attracted to whats more gay ig, heterosexual attraction is a pretty rare feeling for me. is there any term, or advice on this? it's pretty specific so i don't expect much lmao.
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2023.06.05 17:47 csdummy Not sure how to accessorize!
 | Does anyone have veil, jewelry, or hairstyle recommendations for my new dress? My previous dress was more clean/simple so I was leaning into the pearl accessories with drop pearl earrings and a cathedral pearl veil, but I’m thinking a pearl veil will compete too much with all the tulle on this dress. submitted by csdummy to weddingdress [link] [comments] Any opinions would be much appreciated! |
2023.06.05 17:47 No-Procedure8840 INJUSTICE 2 “Absolute Justice” [Fan-made] Epilogue by Marypuff
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2023.06.05 17:46 FartCondensation My prediction for a key moment in ‘Beyond The Spider-verse’
Disclaimer: This prediction is just for fun lol, I don’t claim to be a Spider-Man expert or a storytelling guru or whatever
Anyhow, here it goes:
I strongly suspect/believe that Mayday Parker will save Jefferson Davies’ life in the next movie.
I kind of had this suspicion going out of the movie when I saw it this past weekend, and as I’ve been looking at the discourse on the movie on TikTok my confidence in my little theory has only increased lol.
Firstly, let’s start with a very important detail pertaining to Mayday Parker: People on TikTok have already noted that Mayday’s very existence already controverts the idea of ‘Canon’ that miguel O’hara goes by. When Peter B Parker talks to Miles in that vent thingy at spider headquarters, Peter explicitly tells Miles that his experience with miles is what made him want to have children. According to ‘Canon’, Miles was never ‘supposed’ to be Spider-Man. Therefore, ‘Canon’-wise, Peter B Parker was never supposed to come to this revelation, reconcile, and then have a child with Mary Jane. We see at the very end of ATSV that Peter brings Mayday Parker with him as part of Gwen’s Spider-Squad, so we have Mayday firmly placed directly in the action as this living wildcard that isn’t supposed to be there influencing events according to canon.
Now, with this detail about Mayday Parker’s special nature clarified - why do I say that Mayday saves Jefferson Davies?
If you remember in the movie, when it’s revealed to Miles that Jefferson Davies is fated to die as a part of the ‘Canon’, Miguel explains that this must take place as a part of a specific Canon event where a police officer close to Spider-Man dies saving a small child from falling rubble - you can probably tell where I’m going with this.
I think, despite Miles’ and everyone’s best efforts, that building is still going to fall on Jefferson Davies. However, the child that Davies dives to protect will actually turn out to be Mayday Parker - a super strong spider baby.
I think the writers will have set this sequence up so the audience can’t tell exactly what’s going on in the action. I think that in the chaos of fighting The Spot, the spider-men will lose track of Mayday, and I think that we won’t get a detailed look at the child that Jefferson dives to save (maybe their face will be obscured by the shadow cast by the falling building or something like that.)
So all this goes down as fated by canon, Miles is devastated, etc., except - big reveal - Mayday Parker is the child Jefferson dived to save, but she actually ends up saving him, using her super strength to hold all of the rubble off of Jefferson Davies. While I like to think that this makes sense narratively in-and-of itself, I have another piece of ‘evidence’ that I found after I’d thought of this theory that I believe is the real ‘cincher’:
There is a panel from a pre-existing spider comic that shows baby Mayday holding a bunch of rubble off of some other toddlers (forgive me, i actually can’t provide the image itself - I saw this panel once on TikTok and tried to find it on image search but was unsuccessful)
I think Mayday will end up doing basically the same thing except with Jefferson Davies instead of other children.
Again, sorry that I don’t have the image on hand (maybe someone on here might be able to find it?), but the iteration of baby Mayday from the panel I’ve referenced looks extremely similar to one in the movie (same appearance with same distinctive beanie).
Speaking metatextually for a second, it’s clear the writers for this film have done their research on the Spider-Man multiverse, and, with the amount of effort they put into establishing the circumstances of Jefferson Davies’ fate, the nature of Mayday, having Mayday come along with Peter, etc. in ATSV, I imagine a scenario where the writers for ATSV have looked at this panel and said, ‘yep, we’re gonna have mayday do that but with Jefferson Davies’; the Mayday panel isn’t a 1-to-1 indicator of what will happen, but I think the writers will have used it as a kind of visual storytelling ‘blueprint’, if you will.
So yeah, that’s my theory! This was all jumbled in my brain and I just had to get it off my chest lol, so apologies for the untidy presentation. Again, this theory is just for fun - though I have confidence in my idea, I’m not claiming it’s gospel, so don’t take this too seriously but let me know what you guys think!
I know this was a long post so if you made it this far - thanks for reading!
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Anyhow, here it goes:
I strongly suspect/believe that Mayday Parker will save Jefferson Davies’ life in the next movie.
I kind of had this suspicion going out of the movie when I saw it this past weekend, and as I’ve been looking at the discourse on the movie on TikTok my confidence in my little theory has only increased lol.
Firstly, let’s start with a very important detail pertaining to Mayday Parker: People on TikTok have already noted that Mayday’s very existence already controverts the idea of ‘Canon’ that miguel O’hara goes by. When Peter B Parker talks to Miles in that vent thingy at spider headquarters, Peter explicitly tells Miles that his experience with miles is what made him want to have children. According to ‘Canon’, Miles was never ‘supposed’ to be Spider-Man. Therefore, ‘Canon’-wise, Peter B Parker was never supposed to come to this revelation, reconcile, and then have a child with Mary Jane. We see at the very end of ATSV that Peter brings Mayday Parker with him as part of Gwen’s Spider-Squad, so we have Mayday firmly placed directly in the action as this living wildcard that isn’t supposed to be there influencing events according to canon.
Now, with this detail about Mayday Parker’s special nature clarified - why do I say that Mayday saves Jefferson Davies?
If you remember in the movie, when it’s revealed to Miles that Jefferson Davies is fated to die as a part of the ‘Canon’, Miguel explains that this must take place as a part of a specific Canon event where a police officer close to Spider-Man dies saving a small child from falling rubble - you can probably tell where I’m going with this.
I think, despite Miles’ and everyone’s best efforts, that building is still going to fall on Jefferson Davies. However, the child that Davies dives to protect will actually turn out to be Mayday Parker - a super strong spider baby.
I think the writers will have set this sequence up so the audience can’t tell exactly what’s going on in the action. I think that in the chaos of fighting The Spot, the spider-men will lose track of Mayday, and I think that we won’t get a detailed look at the child that Jefferson dives to save (maybe their face will be obscured by the shadow cast by the falling building or something like that.)
So all this goes down as fated by canon, Miles is devastated, etc., except - big reveal - Mayday Parker is the child Jefferson dived to save, but she actually ends up saving him, using her super strength to hold all of the rubble off of Jefferson Davies. While I like to think that this makes sense narratively in-and-of itself, I have another piece of ‘evidence’ that I found after I’d thought of this theory that I believe is the real ‘cincher’:
There is a panel from a pre-existing spider comic that shows baby Mayday holding a bunch of rubble off of some other toddlers (forgive me, i actually can’t provide the image itself - I saw this panel once on TikTok and tried to find it on image search but was unsuccessful)
I think Mayday will end up doing basically the same thing except with Jefferson Davies instead of other children.
Again, sorry that I don’t have the image on hand (maybe someone on here might be able to find it?), but the iteration of baby Mayday from the panel I’ve referenced looks extremely similar to one in the movie (same appearance with same distinctive beanie).
Speaking metatextually for a second, it’s clear the writers for this film have done their research on the Spider-Man multiverse, and, with the amount of effort they put into establishing the circumstances of Jefferson Davies’ fate, the nature of Mayday, having Mayday come along with Peter, etc. in ATSV, I imagine a scenario where the writers for ATSV have looked at this panel and said, ‘yep, we’re gonna have mayday do that but with Jefferson Davies’; the Mayday panel isn’t a 1-to-1 indicator of what will happen, but I think the writers will have used it as a kind of visual storytelling ‘blueprint’, if you will.
So yeah, that’s my theory! This was all jumbled in my brain and I just had to get it off my chest lol, so apologies for the untidy presentation. Again, this theory is just for fun - though I have confidence in my idea, I’m not claiming it’s gospel, so don’t take this too seriously but let me know what you guys think!
I know this was a long post so if you made it this far - thanks for reading!
2023.06.05 17:46 Grouchy-Macaroon-761 Fiancee shared with me the number of sexual partners she had and it’s higher than what she previously told me
We met when I was 29 and she was 27 years old. We are both 33 and she is 31 now.
My fiancée and I have been very open about life. Money, previous relationship habits, sexual history, etc. Early into the relationship she mentioned that she had sex with 20 people as a 27 year old woman. I was fine with it, I had no reservations.
This past weekend, she and I were discussing trauma and how it led to a hypersexual past and that she only had sex with 2 guys all up until 19 years old. She kept saying “I’ve been with a lot of men,” and I asked her to not say that around me. “This is my truth!” and when I asked how many she said 30 different men.
I was a bit floored because she lied to me.
When I called her out on this she started saying “I feel like you’re judging me,” and she began crying for an hour. I felt invalidated, dismissed, and undermined. The energy was redirected toward her crying, but I told her how disappointed I was to find out she lied. She kept saying “I don’t recall saying two zero.” I let her know this changes how I view her not only because of the number but because she lied to me and dismissed my concerns.
We live together, talked about marriage, finances, and this one hurts A LOT. We are both in couples counseling, and also in individual therapy to get to the origins of our previous trauma.
TL;DR - Fiancee said she slept with 20 men 2 years ago but shared with me yesterday it was 30 men
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My fiancée and I have been very open about life. Money, previous relationship habits, sexual history, etc. Early into the relationship she mentioned that she had sex with 20 people as a 27 year old woman. I was fine with it, I had no reservations.
This past weekend, she and I were discussing trauma and how it led to a hypersexual past and that she only had sex with 2 guys all up until 19 years old. She kept saying “I’ve been with a lot of men,” and I asked her to not say that around me. “This is my truth!” and when I asked how many she said 30 different men.
I was a bit floored because she lied to me.
When I called her out on this she started saying “I feel like you’re judging me,” and she began crying for an hour. I felt invalidated, dismissed, and undermined. The energy was redirected toward her crying, but I told her how disappointed I was to find out she lied. She kept saying “I don’t recall saying two zero.” I let her know this changes how I view her not only because of the number but because she lied to me and dismissed my concerns.
We live together, talked about marriage, finances, and this one hurts A LOT. We are both in couples counseling, and also in individual therapy to get to the origins of our previous trauma.
TL;DR - Fiancee said she slept with 20 men 2 years ago but shared with me yesterday it was 30 men
2023.06.05 17:46 International_Net_92 only attracted to people when it's gay?
I usually go by non binary (AMAB) , pansexual. I like to play with my expression n such, crossdress, makeup, and overall i hope to be more androgynous/feminine when i'm older. My dilemma, ig you'd call it, is that i only really like the same sex when i feel masculine/feminine. To be clear, when i'm feeling more fem i find myself more attracted to women/fem folk and when i feel more masc i find myself more attracted to men/masc folk. it's kinda like my brain is just attracted to whats more gay ig, heterosexual attraction is a pretty rare feeling for me. is there any term, or advice on this? it's pretty specific so i don't expect much lmao.
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2023.06.05 17:46 ThrowRA007621 My boyfriend (22M) wants to break up with me (21F) because I won’t delete all men off my social media
weve been dating for a year and a half and he told me that he doesnt like the fact that i am friends with males. which is understandable and ive come to understand a lot of men think that way because of how a “guys mind works” however ive never had a history with any of my guy friends. a lot of these friends i have grown up with my whole life, and the few i didnt know from highschool i met before i met him and considered them great friends of mine. i stopped hanging out with my male friends because he didnt like it. if i did see them (rarely) it was in group settings but nothing more than that. he asked to see all my snapchats from the past year and there was guys on there, but 75% of them were left on read and it was mostly harmless stuff like swiping up on a story, wishing happy birthday, etc. if it wasnt that, it was me catching up with a friend from high school but never anything beyond platonic, no flirting. he told me he was disgusted with how many guys i had on social media and told me i should delete all of them if i really cared about him. he said if he meant so much to me i would just delete all of them and wouldnt think twice. i can understand where hes coming from in a sense but i think asking me to delete all these people was way too far and breaking up with me over it was a step further. he also has girls on his social media that ive seen him talking to and when i brought it up he would either say he was “catching up” with them (but that later turned into “its because i want to f*ck all of them”) or he would say im taking about you not me. how can i know if i was disrespecting his boundaries or if his boundaries were unreasonable?
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2023.06.05 17:46 MrCo-Exist Despair
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2023.06.05 17:45 BitcoinRealtor Stash is full
Dreading going thru it
Still no shout ring
Still no gohr gloves
Looking forward to season 1 since for 12 years I already messed up by being a Barb
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Still no shout ring
Still no gohr gloves
Looking forward to season 1 since for 12 years I already messed up by being a Barb
2023.06.05 17:45 International_Net_92 Only attracted to people when it feels gay?
I usually go by non binary (AMAB) , pansexual. I like to play with my expression n such, crossdress, makeup, and overall i hope to be more androgynous/feminine when i'm older. My dilemma, ig you'd call it, is that i only really like the same sex when i feel masculine/feminine. To be clear, when i'm feeling more fem i find myself more attracted to women/fem folk and when i feel more masc i find myself more attracted to men/masc folk. it's kinda like my brain is just attracted to whats more gay ig, heterosexual attraction is a pretty rare feeling for me. is there any term, or advice on this? it's pretty specific so i don't expect much lmao.
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2023.06.05 17:44 IndigoCreepy Echo
I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror, but not for the reason you think...
I was paralyzed with fear as the reflection-like entity hovered menacingly in front of me. Its distorted features twisted into a grotesque smile, the malice in its voice cutting through the air like a chilling breeze.
"Who are you?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely audible. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage. The reflection-like figure tilted its head, its eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "I am nothing but an Echo," it whispered, the words slithering into my ears like venomous serpents.
I jolted upright, gasping for breath. Sweat drenched my forehead as I realized it had all been a nightmare—a vivid and horrifying dream. I glanced around my room, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The moonlight streaming through the window cast an eerie glow, intensifying my unease. As I sat up, my eyes were drawn to the mirror on the opposite wall. I stared at my reflection, half-expecting to see the monster from my nightmare. But the mirror only reflected my own terrified expression.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to convince myself that it was all just a product of an overactive imagination. Perhaps I had been reading too many horror stories lately, or maybe it was the result of the stress I had been under. Whatever the case, I needed to shake off this sense of dread and get some sleep.
I reached for my phone to check the time, hoping it was still early enough to salvage a few hours of rest. But as I grabbed it from the nightstand, a notification caught my attention. It was an email with a blank subject line. Confusion washed over me as I opened the email. The sender was anonymous, and the message contained only one sentence: "Did you sleep well Sarah?" My heart raced, and a chill ran down my spine. How did they know my name? And how did they know about my nightmare?
I quickly dismissed it as a sick joke, the work of an internet troll seeking to terrify unsuspecting victims. But as I tried to calm myself, another notification popped up on my screen. It was a video message from an unknown sender. Hesitant but curious, I clicked on it. The video started with darkness, but soon the image became clear. It was me, sleeping peacefully in my bed. The camera angle suggested that it was taken from within my room. I felt a surge of panic, realizing that someone had been watching me.
As the video played on, my eyes widened in horror. I saw myself tossing and turning, plagued by the nightmares that had tormented me earlier. But there was something different about this video. The room around me seemed distorted, as if reality itself was warping and twisting. The camera panned to the mirror on the opposite wall. I saw my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes and a familiar malicious grin. It wasn't me; it was the twisted version of myself from my nightmare.
A chill ran down my spine as the video continued. The reflection started to move independently, its hand reaching out towards the glass as if trying to break through. I watched in horror as cracks formed on the surface of my mirror in real time, one by one, as they formed on the mirror in the video, spreading like a spider's web. The mirror was coming alive, its malevolent presence seeping into the room. I couldn't tear my eyes away as the reflection stepped out of the mirror, standing at the edge of my bed. Its voice echoed in a low, distorted tone, filled with malice. "Sarah, it's bedtime," it hissed, its words sending shivers down my spine.
In a panic, I reached for the lamp, desperate to dispel this nightmarish apparition. But as the light illuminated the room, the reflection vanished. I jolted upright, gasping for breath once again. "Was I still dreaming?" I pondered, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was bathed in the comforting glow of the lamp, and everything seemed normal. Had it all been just another nightmare within a nightmare? It felt so real, so vivid, but perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me once again. I took a moment to catch my breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. But as I surveyed the room, something caught my eye—the mirror was still cracked... This was a chilling reminder that the nightmare had not just been a terrible fever dream.
I rid my house of all mirrors in a desperate attempt to maybe sever its connection to my reality, and for a couple of weeks, it seemed to have worked. During that time, my life had returned to normal. The nightmares had ceased, and I began to believe that maybe the mirror itself was cursed, a gateway through which the malevolent entity had entered my life.
After a particularly exhausting day, I decided to indulge in a relaxing bath. The warm water enveloped me, easing away the stress of the day. I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift.
As I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of movement in the water. My heart skipped a beat as I saw my reflection, distorted and shifting beneath the ripples. Panic surged through me, and I tried to look away, but something held my gaze. My own eyes stared back at me from the depths of the water. The twisted reflection grinned with the same malevolent smile. It whispered in a voice that squirmed throughout my skin, "Did you miss me?"
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I was paralyzed with fear as the reflection-like entity hovered menacingly in front of me. Its distorted features twisted into a grotesque smile, the malice in its voice cutting through the air like a chilling breeze.
"Who are you?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely audible. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage. The reflection-like figure tilted its head, its eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "I am nothing but an Echo," it whispered, the words slithering into my ears like venomous serpents.
I jolted upright, gasping for breath. Sweat drenched my forehead as I realized it had all been a nightmare—a vivid and horrifying dream. I glanced around my room, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The moonlight streaming through the window cast an eerie glow, intensifying my unease. As I sat up, my eyes were drawn to the mirror on the opposite wall. I stared at my reflection, half-expecting to see the monster from my nightmare. But the mirror only reflected my own terrified expression.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to convince myself that it was all just a product of an overactive imagination. Perhaps I had been reading too many horror stories lately, or maybe it was the result of the stress I had been under. Whatever the case, I needed to shake off this sense of dread and get some sleep.
I reached for my phone to check the time, hoping it was still early enough to salvage a few hours of rest. But as I grabbed it from the nightstand, a notification caught my attention. It was an email with a blank subject line. Confusion washed over me as I opened the email. The sender was anonymous, and the message contained only one sentence: "Did you sleep well Sarah?" My heart raced, and a chill ran down my spine. How did they know my name? And how did they know about my nightmare?
I quickly dismissed it as a sick joke, the work of an internet troll seeking to terrify unsuspecting victims. But as I tried to calm myself, another notification popped up on my screen. It was a video message from an unknown sender. Hesitant but curious, I clicked on it. The video started with darkness, but soon the image became clear. It was me, sleeping peacefully in my bed. The camera angle suggested that it was taken from within my room. I felt a surge of panic, realizing that someone had been watching me.
As the video played on, my eyes widened in horror. I saw myself tossing and turning, plagued by the nightmares that had tormented me earlier. But there was something different about this video. The room around me seemed distorted, as if reality itself was warping and twisting. The camera panned to the mirror on the opposite wall. I saw my reflection staring back at me with hollow eyes and a familiar malicious grin. It wasn't me; it was the twisted version of myself from my nightmare.
A chill ran down my spine as the video continued. The reflection started to move independently, its hand reaching out towards the glass as if trying to break through. I watched in horror as cracks formed on the surface of my mirror in real time, one by one, as they formed on the mirror in the video, spreading like a spider's web. The mirror was coming alive, its malevolent presence seeping into the room. I couldn't tear my eyes away as the reflection stepped out of the mirror, standing at the edge of my bed. Its voice echoed in a low, distorted tone, filled with malice. "Sarah, it's bedtime," it hissed, its words sending shivers down my spine.
In a panic, I reached for the lamp, desperate to dispel this nightmarish apparition. But as the light illuminated the room, the reflection vanished. I jolted upright, gasping for breath once again. "Was I still dreaming?" I pondered, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was bathed in the comforting glow of the lamp, and everything seemed normal. Had it all been just another nightmare within a nightmare? It felt so real, so vivid, but perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me once again. I took a moment to catch my breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. But as I surveyed the room, something caught my eye—the mirror was still cracked... This was a chilling reminder that the nightmare had not just been a terrible fever dream.
I rid my house of all mirrors in a desperate attempt to maybe sever its connection to my reality, and for a couple of weeks, it seemed to have worked. During that time, my life had returned to normal. The nightmares had ceased, and I began to believe that maybe the mirror itself was cursed, a gateway through which the malevolent entity had entered my life.
After a particularly exhausting day, I decided to indulge in a relaxing bath. The warm water enveloped me, easing away the stress of the day. I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to drift.
As I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of movement in the water. My heart skipped a beat as I saw my reflection, distorted and shifting beneath the ripples. Panic surged through me, and I tried to look away, but something held my gaze. My own eyes stared back at me from the depths of the water. The twisted reflection grinned with the same malevolent smile. It whispered in a voice that squirmed throughout my skin, "Did you miss me?"
2023.06.05 17:44 claranlaw063 That line made me spit
I’m reading Tress for the first time and I heard Michael Kramer read this line describing Dirk: “And a jaw so straight it made men wonder if they were.” It made me spit out my drink cause it was so unexpected.
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2023.06.05 17:44 caninegirl Medical without social transition
Did anyone start HRT before being 100% on transitioning socially or that they are actually trans? I'm pretty sure this option is available to me and I'd just like to dip my feet in and see how it feels. I want to hear experiences.
I don't see myself wanting bottom surgery because I really enjoy my genital function, and am attracted to women and enjoy having PIV sex with them. I'm also growingly attracted to the idea of having sex with men although I've only done it a couple times. The times I had sex with men was surprising them with my other presentation as a woman. The way I fantasize about men comes from a very submissive and feminine part of me. With women my sexuality comes out in a much more instinctually dominant way, although sensual if appropriate. I've privately accepted that I'm bisexual but I think I'm only romantically interested in women.
When I wear women's clothes and see myself presenting as a woman, which I've only done privately, I feel fluttery. There is a fetishistic/AGP (is that a valid concept?) aspect to it in that it really turns me on, and I enjoy things like sissy porn, but it also feels like who I actually am. I like elegance, softness, kindness, warmth, feminine aesthetics in beauty and personality and the way that I carry myself and I realize I've been living a lie.
I can't see myself seeking support in my life which is why I'm on reddit. I really don't enjoy therapy, solo or group and have avoided all forms of it for my adult life. The people in my local LGBT community (NOT individual LGBT people) mostly annoy me (just personal issues with people) and I tend to clash with the local identity politics as a leftist. I'm spectrum-y and have kept heavily to myself for the past couple years and am a recovering alcoholic with a bad reputation.
I've started experiencing dysphoria as I begin to age and taking account of what I like/dislike about my appearance has led me to the decision that I definitely want to transition, but that it's nobody in my life's business. Permanent boymode. I just want to transition physically for myself and I'm not as concerned with socially transitioning. I can't see myself changing my name or my pronouns because as much as I support other people doing so (and will fight and advocate for) I'd find the discourse around myself tiresome. I've also lived in abject poverty most of my life and am close to entering a competitive job market after years of schooling and would choose financial security over my outward presentation.
From my research, things I'd enjoy about HRT could be changes to my skin, hair and body fat distribution, and potentially even growing little breasts? I'm rather frail with a much more female type than male type body and face and would be excited to try these changes. Some things I don't know how I'd react to are the emotional changes (maybe this is something I've needed, maybe it will be too overwhelming) and experiencing changes to my genitals/function.
Tldr I'm mtf trans, transfemme or even just a fetishist who wants to get femmed up on some hormones instead of going to therapy and just not tell anyone in my life I'm not sexually involved with.
Thoughts?
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I don't see myself wanting bottom surgery because I really enjoy my genital function, and am attracted to women and enjoy having PIV sex with them. I'm also growingly attracted to the idea of having sex with men although I've only done it a couple times. The times I had sex with men was surprising them with my other presentation as a woman. The way I fantasize about men comes from a very submissive and feminine part of me. With women my sexuality comes out in a much more instinctually dominant way, although sensual if appropriate. I've privately accepted that I'm bisexual but I think I'm only romantically interested in women.
When I wear women's clothes and see myself presenting as a woman, which I've only done privately, I feel fluttery. There is a fetishistic/AGP (is that a valid concept?) aspect to it in that it really turns me on, and I enjoy things like sissy porn, but it also feels like who I actually am. I like elegance, softness, kindness, warmth, feminine aesthetics in beauty and personality and the way that I carry myself and I realize I've been living a lie.
I can't see myself seeking support in my life which is why I'm on reddit. I really don't enjoy therapy, solo or group and have avoided all forms of it for my adult life. The people in my local LGBT community (NOT individual LGBT people) mostly annoy me (just personal issues with people) and I tend to clash with the local identity politics as a leftist. I'm spectrum-y and have kept heavily to myself for the past couple years and am a recovering alcoholic with a bad reputation.
I've started experiencing dysphoria as I begin to age and taking account of what I like/dislike about my appearance has led me to the decision that I definitely want to transition, but that it's nobody in my life's business. Permanent boymode. I just want to transition physically for myself and I'm not as concerned with socially transitioning. I can't see myself changing my name or my pronouns because as much as I support other people doing so (and will fight and advocate for) I'd find the discourse around myself tiresome. I've also lived in abject poverty most of my life and am close to entering a competitive job market after years of schooling and would choose financial security over my outward presentation.
From my research, things I'd enjoy about HRT could be changes to my skin, hair and body fat distribution, and potentially even growing little breasts? I'm rather frail with a much more female type than male type body and face and would be excited to try these changes. Some things I don't know how I'd react to are the emotional changes (maybe this is something I've needed, maybe it will be too overwhelming) and experiencing changes to my genitals/function.
Tldr I'm mtf trans, transfemme or even just a fetishist who wants to get femmed up on some hormones instead of going to therapy and just not tell anyone in my life I'm not sexually involved with.
Thoughts?
2023.06.05 17:44 International_Net_92 Only attracted to the same sex when i feel like that sex?
I usually go by non binary (AMAB) , pansexual. I like to play with my expression n such, crossdress, makeup, and overall i hope to be more androgynous/feminine when i'm older. My dilemma, ig you'd call it, is that i only really like the same sex when i feel masculine/feminine. To be clear, when i'm feeling more fem i find myself more attracted to women/fem folk and when i feel more masc i find myself more attracted to men/masc folk. it's kinda like my brain is just attracted to whats more gay ig, heterosexual attraction is a pretty rare feeling for me. is there any term, or advice on this? it's pretty specific so i don't expect much lmao.
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2023.06.05 17:44 Lore-Of-Lonus Thoughts on my novel's prologue?
I posted a question on this subreddit a few days ago, and some of the replies have advised me to post a part of my novel here to receive some advice.
Here it is:
Prologue
There were seven braziers, and three were lit. They stood on the top of a platform where an exhausting amount of steps led. Behind these braziers were rows of religious men. It was almost midday, and they wore simple robes with crudely made sashes shawled over their shoulders. Behind them were wide open doors, and from these doors emanated the woody scent of the Academy d’Ava. On the bottom of the steps was an army of men, but to the priests, they were less than men. They were of a beastly stature, and they towered over the priests with their immense size. A row of priests looked down to the ground and sang hymns. One priest stood at their forefront, and his gaze beamed forward while he looked down at the beasts.
In front of them, there was an even larger figure. They held him as a hero, and whenever he walked past one of them, they thanked him for their freedom. He had an unyielding posture, for it looked as if someone threw a mountain at him that he would not budge from the ground he stood on. He had an aura of sorts, energy radiated from him, and it felt as if one was stronger in his presence. The air around him stung, but his men did not care for this. He climbed up the steps, alone, and made his way toward the door. The priest at the front halted him.
"Enok, the monster of Yhourn himself..."
The priest looked repulsed at the sight of the man.
"...you may enter the Academy, barbarian." Said the priest.
Two other Yhournish men walked up to follow him, but the priest put his hand up to halt their advance forward. Enok stared down at the priest, but he turned to his men behind him and waved them back. They gritted their teeth with annoyed fervor, but they listened to their god. He walked past the priest and walked alone to the large doors of the Academy. One of the rowed priests intercepted Enok, and he led the man inside the holy building.
All the priests had blue sashes, but the priest in front had a silver sash. He stood out from the rest, and his glare contained enough scorn to make anyone wish to shut his or her eyes for good. He did not sing hymns like the other priests, he only stared and watched the people below. The large doors closed behind him, and the priests and barbarians stood in the courtyard of the Academy waiting.
After a long while of waiting, the fourth brazier was lit, but Enok was still inside the Academy, and the barbarians down below grew restless. Muttering began spreading around in their army's ranks. They refused to sit down and rest, so they stood at attention for the entire duration. They did not wish to upset their god, but the amount of time that it was taking for a simple discussion manifested stress and concern in their hearts.
The fifth brazier was lit, and now, the two men that were halted pounded their feet. They stared at the head priest with heavy disgust. They disliked his disdain, and they disliked how he looked at them as if they were nothing but dirt beneath their feet.
"What is taking that bird fellow so long in there?" Yelled one of the two men.
The priest with the silver sash ignored him and continued to stare down at the barbarians below. The frustrated barbarian argued with the soldiers around him. He looked as if he were insulted, but the majority of the other barbarians held their heads down and did not bring up a word. The man who was supposed to accompany him put his hands on his shoulders. They spoke a language that sounded so incredibly foreign that it stung the ears of the priest. The barbarian looked at the steps, and he slowly walked up to face the priest. The priest did not move, he was frail, but he did not care for the large stature of the barbarians before him. He was disgusted with them to such a high degree that he seemed to figure out how to look down at a man much larger than him, even when he stood inches away.
The priest stood in the barbarian's shadow, and he puffed his chest out to the priest. The priest did not budge, and he returned the barbarian with a stare.
"Let us in, priest."
The priest looked up toward the barbarian. He stared into his eyes with a snarled lip, and he waved his hand to the side.
"Barbarian, you are blocking my light. Move out of the way."
The barbarian's face reddened and he pulled his blade out. The rows of priests stopped their hymns and stared at the barbarian with shock; however, the silver-sashed priest did not move. He stood without stress while the cold edge of the blade tickled his neck, and this only annoyed the barbarian even more.
The barbarian's companion yelled to him in his language, and he beckoned for him to step down and cease his action. The barbarian refused, and he stood there looking at the priest. His eyes moved around, and he seemed to be in deep thought. It was as if he was actively trying to justify slitting the priest's throat right at that very moment.
"The barbarian is speaking to the prophet at this moment. Alone. These were the terms agreed upon, and those terms will dictate how this meeting proceeds." The priest raised his hand with two fingers pointed up
Lines of heavily armored men flooded into the courtyard. On their backs hung feathers, and in their hands were long pikes. They held the pikes up at their side, and they stood at ready, unmoving in their stance.
"If you break these terms then it will be seen as an act of violence against the holiest of places, and we must defend our sacred site to the death. Or, rather, your death."
"Gannok!" called the other barbarian.
The words that followed were of their language. The priest on the front of the steps roughly understood that the other barbarian was calling for the one with the blade drawn to calm down and come back to his side. The barbarian stared at his companion down below, and his face returned to the priest with a snarl. The priest kept his chin high with a sardonic smile, and the barbarian put his blade away and slowly walked back down to his companions.
The sixth brazier was lit. It had grown colder, and clouds had formed up above. The sun had almost set fully at this time, and small pockets in the crowd of foreign men have finally sat down to rest; however, the two in front kept those around them standing straight with an intimidating discipline. The pockets that did choose to rest sat down in a very specific manner. They all looked to the center of their cell and listened to a speaker standing dead in their middle. To the side of the speaker was a man who carried a banner, and each cell had a different banner. The two men in front carried Enok's banner, and the sigil on it was the pincer of a scorpion with the head of a Terukian, with their pointy ears and smug grins, impaled by the pincer's sharp point. Gannok's eyes stared through the priest and to the gates behind him. It was as if he was plotting how to reach through.
"Priest! Tell us the nature of the meeting. Tell us why it must take them hours to finish."
The priest stared down at them. It took him a moment for him to decide to answer them. He laughed to himself. He noticed the barbarian's angry eyes, so he sighed and cleared his throat to speak.
"Barbarian! None of the priests up here were told of the nature of the meeting. Do not annoy me with ANY more emotional eruptions. You are sand-eating filth. Keep your words behind those untamed lips or I shall have them tamed for you."
The words that followed were of their language. The priest on the front of the steps roughly understood that the other barbarian was calling for the one with the blade drawn to calm down and come back to his side. The barbarian stared at his companion down below, and his face returned to the priest with a snarl. The priest kept his chin high with a sardonic smile, and the barbarian put his blade away and slowly walked back down to his companions.
The sixth brazier was lit. It had grown colder, and clouds had formed up above. The sun had almost set fully at this time, and small pockets in the crowd of foreign men have finally sat down to rest; however, the two in front kept those around them standing straight with an intimidating discipline. The pockets that did choose to rest sat down in a very specific manner. They all looked to the center of their cell and listened to a speaker standing dead in their middle. To the side of the speaker was a man who carried a banner, and each cell had a different banner. The two men in front carried Enok's banner, and the sigil on it was the pincer of a scorpion with the head of a Terukian, with their pointy ears and smug grins, impaled by the pincer's sharp point. Gannok's eyes stared through the priest and to the gates behind him. It was as if he was plotting how to reach through.
"Priest! Tell us the nature of the meeting. Tell us why it must take them hours to finish."
The priest stared down at them. It took him a moment for him to decide to answer them. He laughed to himself. He noticed the barbarian's angry eyes, so he sighed and cleared his throat to speak.
"Barbarian! None of the priests up here were told of the nature of the meeting. Do not annoy me with ANY more emotional eruptions. You are sand-eating filth. Keep your words behind those untamed lips or I shall have them tamed for you."
Gannok turned around to face the priest once more. "I will go in there and speak to my father myself-"
"Do not be naive, brute. That is the holiest site in all of the world, and you think I will allow a second heathen within? You are perhaps the dumbest of all you sand munchers."
"If I walk through those doors, and you choose to attack my people, all these priests that stand around you will die. You will die. Some of my men may die, but all of your men in their glittering steel armor will be killed. This site will be a graveyard, and this building will be the crypt where you put their bodies."
"How poetic. I never knew an idiot could speak such colorful words."
The priest raised two of his fingers, and the armored men took two steps forward. The priest grinned like a madman. His glassy eyes told the brute he did not care if violence were to break out, so Gannok returned Oswald a similar stare.
A white streak of light illuminated the sky. It looked to be lightning, but it did not zig-zag around in a frantic manner. Everyone stood dumbfounded at the sight, and they looked around at one another as if they were trying to confirm the existence of what they had just seen. For a brief moment, the dark sky of the night was replaced with a light that blinded the eyes worse than the sun when it stood in the middle of the sky. It hit the Academy directly, and it drew the stares of all men, barbarians and priests, while it dominated the sky before them. They felt a rush of emotion that filled their body as if they stored love in their hearts or passion in their fists, and this emotion was ripped straight from them. It felt as if they saw a childhood pet killed in front of them. It felt as if they saw their mother or father pass away in their arms. It felt like loss. It felt like a void of obscure and painful nothingness. It was the longest moment those present had felt. Soon after the event, a deafening boom erupted from the Academy, and it sent a shockwave into
the ground that shook the feet. It caused the barbarians to stumble, it led the pike-armed soldiers to break their formation, and it made the rowed priests scatter around while they tried to stop themselves from falling to the ground. Gannok stared at the priest, and his eyes stared at the sky above. The figure of a bird, rather a bird-like man, flew above and circled around the men in the courtyard below. Gannok clutched his dagger and sprinted toward the gates of the Academy.
At this moment Oswald felt a sense of ease, and he whistled with his fingers once more. The soldiers ran toward the brutes and stuck their pikes forward ready to impale the beasts. The barbarians stood up and swung their cleavers and war scythes back at the soldiers. They ran up and hacked at the priests. It was a mess of blood and steel being thrown about, and many bodies have laid on the ground. Restan followed his brother into the Academy.
Restan rushed in, and the priests that once stood lining the walls in prayer now laid on the ground slaughtered. They were impaled with candelabra and hung around dying. Their helpless bodies were scattered around the halls of the Academy. Restan had never seen his brother kill so many people so quickly before. It was as if something possessed him, and Restan felt a feeling of despair within him. He heard wailing deep inside the Academy. It was the wailing of a grown man. It was something Restan had never heard before. It was the sound of his brother crying.
He ran around the corner and was met with a vast amount of books all lined in rows and columns stacked high to the ceiling. A pair of large gates were at the other side of the room, and he ran straight for them. He saw Gannok kneeling on the ground crying while he held the possessions of Enok in his arms. He locked eyes with his brother, and Restan's eyes were wide. It was like he could not open his eyes wide enough to comprehend the event. There was no sign of his father, and the feeling of loss and despair that he felt in the moment outside was again present in this room.
Restan knelt to mourn his father, but Gannok stood up and turned around. His hands clasped around his blade and he fled the room with vengeful anger.
For those who have read my prologue, thanks for your time!
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Here it is:
Prologue
There were seven braziers, and three were lit. They stood on the top of a platform where an exhausting amount of steps led. Behind these braziers were rows of religious men. It was almost midday, and they wore simple robes with crudely made sashes shawled over their shoulders. Behind them were wide open doors, and from these doors emanated the woody scent of the Academy d’Ava. On the bottom of the steps was an army of men, but to the priests, they were less than men. They were of a beastly stature, and they towered over the priests with their immense size. A row of priests looked down to the ground and sang hymns. One priest stood at their forefront, and his gaze beamed forward while he looked down at the beasts.
In front of them, there was an even larger figure. They held him as a hero, and whenever he walked past one of them, they thanked him for their freedom. He had an unyielding posture, for it looked as if someone threw a mountain at him that he would not budge from the ground he stood on. He had an aura of sorts, energy radiated from him, and it felt as if one was stronger in his presence. The air around him stung, but his men did not care for this. He climbed up the steps, alone, and made his way toward the door. The priest at the front halted him.
"Enok, the monster of Yhourn himself..."
The priest looked repulsed at the sight of the man.
"...you may enter the Academy, barbarian." Said the priest.
Two other Yhournish men walked up to follow him, but the priest put his hand up to halt their advance forward. Enok stared down at the priest, but he turned to his men behind him and waved them back. They gritted their teeth with annoyed fervor, but they listened to their god. He walked past the priest and walked alone to the large doors of the Academy. One of the rowed priests intercepted Enok, and he led the man inside the holy building.
All the priests had blue sashes, but the priest in front had a silver sash. He stood out from the rest, and his glare contained enough scorn to make anyone wish to shut his or her eyes for good. He did not sing hymns like the other priests, he only stared and watched the people below. The large doors closed behind him, and the priests and barbarians stood in the courtyard of the Academy waiting.
After a long while of waiting, the fourth brazier was lit, but Enok was still inside the Academy, and the barbarians down below grew restless. Muttering began spreading around in their army's ranks. They refused to sit down and rest, so they stood at attention for the entire duration. They did not wish to upset their god, but the amount of time that it was taking for a simple discussion manifested stress and concern in their hearts.
The fifth brazier was lit, and now, the two men that were halted pounded their feet. They stared at the head priest with heavy disgust. They disliked his disdain, and they disliked how he looked at them as if they were nothing but dirt beneath their feet.
"What is taking that bird fellow so long in there?" Yelled one of the two men.
The priest with the silver sash ignored him and continued to stare down at the barbarians below. The frustrated barbarian argued with the soldiers around him. He looked as if he were insulted, but the majority of the other barbarians held their heads down and did not bring up a word. The man who was supposed to accompany him put his hands on his shoulders. They spoke a language that sounded so incredibly foreign that it stung the ears of the priest. The barbarian looked at the steps, and he slowly walked up to face the priest. The priest did not move, he was frail, but he did not care for the large stature of the barbarians before him. He was disgusted with them to such a high degree that he seemed to figure out how to look down at a man much larger than him, even when he stood inches away.
The priest stood in the barbarian's shadow, and he puffed his chest out to the priest. The priest did not budge, and he returned the barbarian with a stare.
"Let us in, priest."
The priest looked up toward the barbarian. He stared into his eyes with a snarled lip, and he waved his hand to the side.
"Barbarian, you are blocking my light. Move out of the way."
The barbarian's face reddened and he pulled his blade out. The rows of priests stopped their hymns and stared at the barbarian with shock; however, the silver-sashed priest did not move. He stood without stress while the cold edge of the blade tickled his neck, and this only annoyed the barbarian even more.
The barbarian's companion yelled to him in his language, and he beckoned for him to step down and cease his action. The barbarian refused, and he stood there looking at the priest. His eyes moved around, and he seemed to be in deep thought. It was as if he was actively trying to justify slitting the priest's throat right at that very moment.
"The barbarian is speaking to the prophet at this moment. Alone. These were the terms agreed upon, and those terms will dictate how this meeting proceeds." The priest raised his hand with two fingers pointed up
Lines of heavily armored men flooded into the courtyard. On their backs hung feathers, and in their hands were long pikes. They held the pikes up at their side, and they stood at ready, unmoving in their stance.
"If you break these terms then it will be seen as an act of violence against the holiest of places, and we must defend our sacred site to the death. Or, rather, your death."
"Gannok!" called the other barbarian.
The words that followed were of their language. The priest on the front of the steps roughly understood that the other barbarian was calling for the one with the blade drawn to calm down and come back to his side. The barbarian stared at his companion down below, and his face returned to the priest with a snarl. The priest kept his chin high with a sardonic smile, and the barbarian put his blade away and slowly walked back down to his companions.
The sixth brazier was lit. It had grown colder, and clouds had formed up above. The sun had almost set fully at this time, and small pockets in the crowd of foreign men have finally sat down to rest; however, the two in front kept those around them standing straight with an intimidating discipline. The pockets that did choose to rest sat down in a very specific manner. They all looked to the center of their cell and listened to a speaker standing dead in their middle. To the side of the speaker was a man who carried a banner, and each cell had a different banner. The two men in front carried Enok's banner, and the sigil on it was the pincer of a scorpion with the head of a Terukian, with their pointy ears and smug grins, impaled by the pincer's sharp point. Gannok's eyes stared through the priest and to the gates behind him. It was as if he was plotting how to reach through.
"Priest! Tell us the nature of the meeting. Tell us why it must take them hours to finish."
The priest stared down at them. It took him a moment for him to decide to answer them. He laughed to himself. He noticed the barbarian's angry eyes, so he sighed and cleared his throat to speak.
"Barbarian! None of the priests up here were told of the nature of the meeting. Do not annoy me with ANY more emotional eruptions. You are sand-eating filth. Keep your words behind those untamed lips or I shall have them tamed for you."
The words that followed were of their language. The priest on the front of the steps roughly understood that the other barbarian was calling for the one with the blade drawn to calm down and come back to his side. The barbarian stared at his companion down below, and his face returned to the priest with a snarl. The priest kept his chin high with a sardonic smile, and the barbarian put his blade away and slowly walked back down to his companions.
The sixth brazier was lit. It had grown colder, and clouds had formed up above. The sun had almost set fully at this time, and small pockets in the crowd of foreign men have finally sat down to rest; however, the two in front kept those around them standing straight with an intimidating discipline. The pockets that did choose to rest sat down in a very specific manner. They all looked to the center of their cell and listened to a speaker standing dead in their middle. To the side of the speaker was a man who carried a banner, and each cell had a different banner. The two men in front carried Enok's banner, and the sigil on it was the pincer of a scorpion with the head of a Terukian, with their pointy ears and smug grins, impaled by the pincer's sharp point. Gannok's eyes stared through the priest and to the gates behind him. It was as if he was plotting how to reach through.
"Priest! Tell us the nature of the meeting. Tell us why it must take them hours to finish."
The priest stared down at them. It took him a moment for him to decide to answer them. He laughed to himself. He noticed the barbarian's angry eyes, so he sighed and cleared his throat to speak.
"Barbarian! None of the priests up here were told of the nature of the meeting. Do not annoy me with ANY more emotional eruptions. You are sand-eating filth. Keep your words behind those untamed lips or I shall have them tamed for you."
Gannok turned around to face the priest once more. "I will go in there and speak to my father myself-"
"Do not be naive, brute. That is the holiest site in all of the world, and you think I will allow a second heathen within? You are perhaps the dumbest of all you sand munchers."
"If I walk through those doors, and you choose to attack my people, all these priests that stand around you will die. You will die. Some of my men may die, but all of your men in their glittering steel armor will be killed. This site will be a graveyard, and this building will be the crypt where you put their bodies."
"How poetic. I never knew an idiot could speak such colorful words."
The priest raised two of his fingers, and the armored men took two steps forward. The priest grinned like a madman. His glassy eyes told the brute he did not care if violence were to break out, so Gannok returned Oswald a similar stare.
A white streak of light illuminated the sky. It looked to be lightning, but it did not zig-zag around in a frantic manner. Everyone stood dumbfounded at the sight, and they looked around at one another as if they were trying to confirm the existence of what they had just seen. For a brief moment, the dark sky of the night was replaced with a light that blinded the eyes worse than the sun when it stood in the middle of the sky. It hit the Academy directly, and it drew the stares of all men, barbarians and priests, while it dominated the sky before them. They felt a rush of emotion that filled their body as if they stored love in their hearts or passion in their fists, and this emotion was ripped straight from them. It felt as if they saw a childhood pet killed in front of them. It felt as if they saw their mother or father pass away in their arms. It felt like loss. It felt like a void of obscure and painful nothingness. It was the longest moment those present had felt. Soon after the event, a deafening boom erupted from the Academy, and it sent a shockwave into
the ground that shook the feet. It caused the barbarians to stumble, it led the pike-armed soldiers to break their formation, and it made the rowed priests scatter around while they tried to stop themselves from falling to the ground. Gannok stared at the priest, and his eyes stared at the sky above. The figure of a bird, rather a bird-like man, flew above and circled around the men in the courtyard below. Gannok clutched his dagger and sprinted toward the gates of the Academy.
At this moment Oswald felt a sense of ease, and he whistled with his fingers once more. The soldiers ran toward the brutes and stuck their pikes forward ready to impale the beasts. The barbarians stood up and swung their cleavers and war scythes back at the soldiers. They ran up and hacked at the priests. It was a mess of blood and steel being thrown about, and many bodies have laid on the ground. Restan followed his brother into the Academy.
Restan rushed in, and the priests that once stood lining the walls in prayer now laid on the ground slaughtered. They were impaled with candelabra and hung around dying. Their helpless bodies were scattered around the halls of the Academy. Restan had never seen his brother kill so many people so quickly before. It was as if something possessed him, and Restan felt a feeling of despair within him. He heard wailing deep inside the Academy. It was the wailing of a grown man. It was something Restan had never heard before. It was the sound of his brother crying.
He ran around the corner and was met with a vast amount of books all lined in rows and columns stacked high to the ceiling. A pair of large gates were at the other side of the room, and he ran straight for them. He saw Gannok kneeling on the ground crying while he held the possessions of Enok in his arms. He locked eyes with his brother, and Restan's eyes were wide. It was like he could not open his eyes wide enough to comprehend the event. There was no sign of his father, and the feeling of loss and despair that he felt in the moment outside was again present in this room.
Restan knelt to mourn his father, but Gannok stood up and turned around. His hands clasped around his blade and he fled the room with vengeful anger.
For those who have read my prologue, thanks for your time!
2023.06.05 17:44 AlchemyStash I was accused of something that I didn’t do about 10 years ago. It wasn’t criminal, so there was no “proving right or wrong” about it, but it had a massive impact on my life that continues to affect me, and one of the results from it is that I anxiously am concerned about others’ opinions.
I'd strongly prefer not to get into details about it because honestly any detail about it could reveal who I am, so I'm going to talk about this in vague terms. I'm not famous but if anyone were to figure out who I am then it's possible that this could end up further negatively affecting me.
I really wish there was a place to talk about false accusations and how damaging they can be both to the person who gets falsely accused but also for how much a false accusation hurts the group of people being used as a weapon by the person doing the false accusation. In this case, a breakup resulted in my now ex-girlfriend weaponizing the fact that she was a woman and I'm a man in such a way to try to ruin me, and she did so somewhat successfully. She was smart and didn't claim violence, but she did claim what I guess you could call invisible abuse, such as emotional damage. We were together for a very short period of time, which is one of the reasons her reaction shocked me so much. I'd been through more mature breakups with girlfriends that I was with for much longer or similar amounts of time before I had been with her, and she was older than me by a few years, so I thought we'd just go our separate ways. We weren't miserable with each other, and it wasn't an abusive relationship by any means; sometimes two people just aren't good for each other and I didn't want to continue to be unhappy or to continue making her unhappy, so I said we should break up and thought it was going to be a good thing, as breakups had historically been for me up to that time.
This is where I need to start talking in more vague terms. She freaked out and became furious with me and told me to get out, which I did. Then she came back and called me wondering why I had left. I told her that she had asked me to so I did. Days of angry phone calls from her followed that, and honestly I should have probably just blocked her number but I kinda just figured she was taking it hard and felt rejected, so I would let her vent and eventually the whole situation would cool off. Then I found out that she was telling people things that weren't true about our relationship. If this was high school then it wouldn't really have bugged me that much, but we were both in our late 20s and she was telling my supervisors, other co-workers, friends and family. Most of them didn't believe her but they were understandably frustrated by the fact that she kept doing it. I ended up having to leave my job and get a different one, which sucked because it was something I really thought I had a future in. I have a great job now and I'm very happy with it but the path I'm on now is totally different from what I thought I was going to do, which is fine.
All of this ended up fading eventually, but I lost some friends and I had to have some uncomfortable conversations with my family that has sometimes affected the way they look at and talk to me, and I don't blame them. I hope none of you ever have to have a conversation with your mom where you say "She's lying about the emotional abuse but she isn't lying about what we did sexually. We were both into that." As far as the friends go, I'm kind of glad there are some of them that don't talk to me anymore; I'd never call myself a perfect friend but I do actively try to be a good friend to the best of my ability, and the fact that this is what it took for them to want to throw away 10+ years of friendship tells me that they didn't care about me as much as I cared about them. I'd rather not have friends that are keeping track of every indiscretion, waiting for a moment to end it. That isn't how I do friendship. As far as changing careers go, I feel like I've found my people in the business world and I love what I do. And regarding love, I got married and have a beautiful daughter now.
What I think hurts the most about the fact that it happened is that I've always been a proponent for female empowerment and I've been in environments, be them family, work or friendships and romantic partners, that could probably have been seen as abusive, though they didn't necessarily feel that way to me. They just felt shitty, and because they felt shitty I've never wanted to make anyone else feel that way. It's a shitty thing to have your good nature weaponized against you. I can understand why men who support women would go through what I did and end up being anti-feminist, or misogynist, or just in general not wanting to support women. That isn't what I ended up doing, but I get it. It's like, if supporting someone means getting my hand bit for doing so, then I could justify not supporting that person anymore. I'm just more careful now. I have a little more anxiety (or maybe paranoia) about what I say and how I say it, to the point that I started therapy last year because I developed a stammer, which I've never had before. Now I'm past the stammer and I'm back to talking normally enough, but the guy I was in my youth that was all "fuck other people's opinions" is not as loud as he once was. I liked that guy, and I enjoyed being that guy for 25 years. Today I'm being honest with myself in hopes that putting it out there will help me maybe take the next step past this experience: I do care what people think, but not about things like what they think of my body or my personality or anything like that, rather that I care about being falsely accused of something that I didn't do and having no solid evidence to prove that I didn't do it.
You all reading this have no reason to believe that I'm not an abuser. I guess I'd hope that the fact that I'm here anonymously means that I have no reason to lie, but people still do lie on here just to get attention. So, take this how you wish, but it is the truth, and I do wish it wasn't so stigmatized to talk about the negative effects of false accusations.
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I really wish there was a place to talk about false accusations and how damaging they can be both to the person who gets falsely accused but also for how much a false accusation hurts the group of people being used as a weapon by the person doing the false accusation. In this case, a breakup resulted in my now ex-girlfriend weaponizing the fact that she was a woman and I'm a man in such a way to try to ruin me, and she did so somewhat successfully. She was smart and didn't claim violence, but she did claim what I guess you could call invisible abuse, such as emotional damage. We were together for a very short period of time, which is one of the reasons her reaction shocked me so much. I'd been through more mature breakups with girlfriends that I was with for much longer or similar amounts of time before I had been with her, and she was older than me by a few years, so I thought we'd just go our separate ways. We weren't miserable with each other, and it wasn't an abusive relationship by any means; sometimes two people just aren't good for each other and I didn't want to continue to be unhappy or to continue making her unhappy, so I said we should break up and thought it was going to be a good thing, as breakups had historically been for me up to that time.
This is where I need to start talking in more vague terms. She freaked out and became furious with me and told me to get out, which I did. Then she came back and called me wondering why I had left. I told her that she had asked me to so I did. Days of angry phone calls from her followed that, and honestly I should have probably just blocked her number but I kinda just figured she was taking it hard and felt rejected, so I would let her vent and eventually the whole situation would cool off. Then I found out that she was telling people things that weren't true about our relationship. If this was high school then it wouldn't really have bugged me that much, but we were both in our late 20s and she was telling my supervisors, other co-workers, friends and family. Most of them didn't believe her but they were understandably frustrated by the fact that she kept doing it. I ended up having to leave my job and get a different one, which sucked because it was something I really thought I had a future in. I have a great job now and I'm very happy with it but the path I'm on now is totally different from what I thought I was going to do, which is fine.
All of this ended up fading eventually, but I lost some friends and I had to have some uncomfortable conversations with my family that has sometimes affected the way they look at and talk to me, and I don't blame them. I hope none of you ever have to have a conversation with your mom where you say "She's lying about the emotional abuse but she isn't lying about what we did sexually. We were both into that." As far as the friends go, I'm kind of glad there are some of them that don't talk to me anymore; I'd never call myself a perfect friend but I do actively try to be a good friend to the best of my ability, and the fact that this is what it took for them to want to throw away 10+ years of friendship tells me that they didn't care about me as much as I cared about them. I'd rather not have friends that are keeping track of every indiscretion, waiting for a moment to end it. That isn't how I do friendship. As far as changing careers go, I feel like I've found my people in the business world and I love what I do. And regarding love, I got married and have a beautiful daughter now.
What I think hurts the most about the fact that it happened is that I've always been a proponent for female empowerment and I've been in environments, be them family, work or friendships and romantic partners, that could probably have been seen as abusive, though they didn't necessarily feel that way to me. They just felt shitty, and because they felt shitty I've never wanted to make anyone else feel that way. It's a shitty thing to have your good nature weaponized against you. I can understand why men who support women would go through what I did and end up being anti-feminist, or misogynist, or just in general not wanting to support women. That isn't what I ended up doing, but I get it. It's like, if supporting someone means getting my hand bit for doing so, then I could justify not supporting that person anymore. I'm just more careful now. I have a little more anxiety (or maybe paranoia) about what I say and how I say it, to the point that I started therapy last year because I developed a stammer, which I've never had before. Now I'm past the stammer and I'm back to talking normally enough, but the guy I was in my youth that was all "fuck other people's opinions" is not as loud as he once was. I liked that guy, and I enjoyed being that guy for 25 years. Today I'm being honest with myself in hopes that putting it out there will help me maybe take the next step past this experience: I do care what people think, but not about things like what they think of my body or my personality or anything like that, rather that I care about being falsely accused of something that I didn't do and having no solid evidence to prove that I didn't do it.
You all reading this have no reason to believe that I'm not an abuser. I guess I'd hope that the fact that I'm here anonymously means that I have no reason to lie, but people still do lie on here just to get attention. So, take this how you wish, but it is the truth, and I do wish it wasn't so stigmatized to talk about the negative effects of false accusations.
2023.06.05 17:43 Agreeable_Fall_956 An entitled Karen got us raided and we got her entirled son arrested instead
I'm a 24 year old male, living with my dad. I have a steady home based job who pays a lot in our contry. Basically, a job that allows us to spend as much as we want on whatever we want whenever we want. Me and my 4 other friends also have the same type of jobs but with different companies.
This story started about a month ago. There was a karen that moved in around 2 years ago, just around the time where everything started getting back to normal. This Karen was bad news from the getgo.
Since me and my friend word graveyard shifts, we always hang out at one of my friends, let's call him Friend 1. We hang out almost every afternoon since that karen moved in and made friend 1's place as a hangout place since he lives along and he has a huge garage space that can fit 3 cars but he only has 1.
We usually cook, have some spirits, listentong to music, game on our phones and just talk for hours about TV shows, Anime, And movies. We dress very casually, shorts, tank tops, flipflops as it's very normal in our country, so we don't stand out as having a lot of cash outside.
Around 2022, we all got hooked into some TV series like Breaking bad, Narcos and movies like loving pablo and american made ( basically, drig cartel movies ). We were deep in our conversations about which series is the best and this Karen enviter herself into friend 1's garage and asked " Hi guys, can you keep it down, I'm doing a video call with a foreign guy ", since she sounded nice at that moment, we went ahead and lowered our voices a bit.
The next day, her son started to talk to us while we were on a convenient store laughing at a meme we found in facebook. This kid ( let's call him kevin ) suddently barged into our conversation like he's trying to force himself in. Since we were nice guys, we let him join the conversation and eventually, Envite him over from time to time in the garage since he seems like a nice kid.
around a week after, Karen frequently stands across friend's garage on the other side of the road. We always say hi ans she always smiled back, so we did'nt mind.
a week after that, we started noticing a guy on a motorcycle with a half face helmet and a mask on, he frequently stops at that area on the same timeframe for about 10 days straight. We thought it was just a delivery driver going home or a debt collecter. But it started being weird as we notice the guy on the motorcycle, always on the phone with someone, at the same place on the same timeframe as he was always in.
Since we watched a lot of TV shows that have those scenarios, Friend 1 got some hidden cameras setup around his house, some in the form of mechas that will blend in to his collection of mecha model kits. around this time, Kevin is still invited and gows to the garage from time to time.
fast forward 3 weeks. We were hanging out, doing our usual thing but this time, kevin was with us the whole afternoon. Kevin asked if he could use the bathroom on which friend 1 said ok. A few minutes after, A van stopped outside the garage with 8 guys with firearms stepped out and demanded us to drop, kneel and we were handcuffed. They stated what we were being arrested for and it's about Illegal Substances. Suddenly, Kevin went out of Friend 1s house and handed a packet of "grass" to the men outside. they tell us that kevin was an asset and we were being monitored. We told the guys from the DEA that we dont know nothing about that and stated that we have been recording all that's happening at our place for a whole month now.
We were explaining that we dont do it and if we meed to do a drug test, we'll do it, but we'll need out lawyers suggested clinic so we could guarantee that we will not be rigged. The DEA guys stated yes, but we need to be detained until we were proven innocent. Suddenly, while the DEA guys were talking, Karent stepped in and told us that we were drug dealers. She said that "Those men don't have a dayjob, stays up all night and have a lot of money from working as a "call center agent". My son (kevin) is also a call center agent and he said that since it's 2022, companies required their agents to come back to their offices ( 35km away from our town ). Kevin already worked for 3 comapnies and none of those companies pay that much. I also heard these guys talk about meth and cocaine dealing. So there is no need for you to prove it."
we told karen that " We dont work on a normal call center, we work as an independent contractor to a direct client and get paid USD". We also told the DEA guys ro check the camera on where kevin found the "grass" so we could determine if it's really from friend 1's house. The DEA guys and Karen agreed but the look on kevins face is proceless... as pale as a guy who lost a lot of blood, it's obvious rhat he did not know rhat they were cameras inside the house. the DEA guys removed the handcuffs from friend 1 but he was escorted by 2 armed personel while the 4 of us are lying handcuffed on the floor in the garage surrounded bu kevin, And 5 armed men.
Around 15 minute passed, friend 1 and the 2 escorts stepped out of the house and one of the 2 escort ordered one of his men to handcuff Kevin and and removed the handcuffs from us.
They saw on the camera that when kevin stepped in the house, he immediately reached inside his pocket, Took out the "grass", called the DEA guys to come in and arrest us. We were not off the hook though since we still need to get tested and prove that we are clean. Karen Begged the DEA guys to release her son and go as far as punching one of the DEA guys on the jaw which awarded her with a new, shining pair of handcuffs. The DEA guys asked if we want to press charges on which we said yes.
fast forward 2 days. Since every evidence that we needed to prove ourselves innocent are there, we got of the hook from that issue. Kevin was sent i to jail for possesion of illegal substances and Karen was detained for assaulting an officer and obstruction of justice.
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This story started about a month ago. There was a karen that moved in around 2 years ago, just around the time where everything started getting back to normal. This Karen was bad news from the getgo.
Since me and my friend word graveyard shifts, we always hang out at one of my friends, let's call him Friend 1. We hang out almost every afternoon since that karen moved in and made friend 1's place as a hangout place since he lives along and he has a huge garage space that can fit 3 cars but he only has 1.
We usually cook, have some spirits, listentong to music, game on our phones and just talk for hours about TV shows, Anime, And movies. We dress very casually, shorts, tank tops, flipflops as it's very normal in our country, so we don't stand out as having a lot of cash outside.
Around 2022, we all got hooked into some TV series like Breaking bad, Narcos and movies like loving pablo and american made ( basically, drig cartel movies ). We were deep in our conversations about which series is the best and this Karen enviter herself into friend 1's garage and asked " Hi guys, can you keep it down, I'm doing a video call with a foreign guy ", since she sounded nice at that moment, we went ahead and lowered our voices a bit.
The next day, her son started to talk to us while we were on a convenient store laughing at a meme we found in facebook. This kid ( let's call him kevin ) suddently barged into our conversation like he's trying to force himself in. Since we were nice guys, we let him join the conversation and eventually, Envite him over from time to time in the garage since he seems like a nice kid.
around a week after, Karen frequently stands across friend's garage on the other side of the road. We always say hi ans she always smiled back, so we did'nt mind.
a week after that, we started noticing a guy on a motorcycle with a half face helmet and a mask on, he frequently stops at that area on the same timeframe for about 10 days straight. We thought it was just a delivery driver going home or a debt collecter. But it started being weird as we notice the guy on the motorcycle, always on the phone with someone, at the same place on the same timeframe as he was always in.
Since we watched a lot of TV shows that have those scenarios, Friend 1 got some hidden cameras setup around his house, some in the form of mechas that will blend in to his collection of mecha model kits. around this time, Kevin is still invited and gows to the garage from time to time.
fast forward 3 weeks. We were hanging out, doing our usual thing but this time, kevin was with us the whole afternoon. Kevin asked if he could use the bathroom on which friend 1 said ok. A few minutes after, A van stopped outside the garage with 8 guys with firearms stepped out and demanded us to drop, kneel and we were handcuffed. They stated what we were being arrested for and it's about Illegal Substances. Suddenly, Kevin went out of Friend 1s house and handed a packet of "grass" to the men outside. they tell us that kevin was an asset and we were being monitored. We told the guys from the DEA that we dont know nothing about that and stated that we have been recording all that's happening at our place for a whole month now.
We were explaining that we dont do it and if we meed to do a drug test, we'll do it, but we'll need out lawyers suggested clinic so we could guarantee that we will not be rigged. The DEA guys stated yes, but we need to be detained until we were proven innocent. Suddenly, while the DEA guys were talking, Karent stepped in and told us that we were drug dealers. She said that "Those men don't have a dayjob, stays up all night and have a lot of money from working as a "call center agent". My son (kevin) is also a call center agent and he said that since it's 2022, companies required their agents to come back to their offices ( 35km away from our town ). Kevin already worked for 3 comapnies and none of those companies pay that much. I also heard these guys talk about meth and cocaine dealing. So there is no need for you to prove it."
we told karen that " We dont work on a normal call center, we work as an independent contractor to a direct client and get paid USD". We also told the DEA guys ro check the camera on where kevin found the "grass" so we could determine if it's really from friend 1's house. The DEA guys and Karen agreed but the look on kevins face is proceless... as pale as a guy who lost a lot of blood, it's obvious rhat he did not know rhat they were cameras inside the house. the DEA guys removed the handcuffs from friend 1 but he was escorted by 2 armed personel while the 4 of us are lying handcuffed on the floor in the garage surrounded bu kevin, And 5 armed men.
Around 15 minute passed, friend 1 and the 2 escorts stepped out of the house and one of the 2 escort ordered one of his men to handcuff Kevin and and removed the handcuffs from us.
They saw on the camera that when kevin stepped in the house, he immediately reached inside his pocket, Took out the "grass", called the DEA guys to come in and arrest us. We were not off the hook though since we still need to get tested and prove that we are clean. Karen Begged the DEA guys to release her son and go as far as punching one of the DEA guys on the jaw which awarded her with a new, shining pair of handcuffs. The DEA guys asked if we want to press charges on which we said yes.
fast forward 2 days. Since every evidence that we needed to prove ourselves innocent are there, we got of the hook from that issue. Kevin was sent i to jail for possesion of illegal substances and Karen was detained for assaulting an officer and obstruction of justice.
2023.06.05 17:42 InformalTitle1484 Inconsistency. Should I end things?
If you’ve noticed some inconsistency mostly through text would you end it with someone you realllly like?? I’m feeling so effing sad. And dumb. When I’m with this guy it feels so perfect I like him so much. We’ve only been talking/ hanging out for about a month. I compared his texts at the beginning to now and it’s just different. He definitely communicates with me less, I wondered if it’s because we see each other now. I sort of brought something up and he reassured me he was really into me and everything. Yesterday he even told me he bought me jewelry but didn’t want to give it to me yet. He invited me on a vacation at the end of June and then something in mid July. That made me think he liked me a lot but now I think it means nothing at all and maybe I was just available to ask. It’s giving me anxiety and I can’t deal with more of that. I don’t want to be labeled as crazy for bringing it up and idk how to. I kind of feel like I should just completely cut things off. I’m a single mom which he seemed BEYOND cool with, even told me he pictured getting a little house with me. I know that sounds like a lot but he wasn’t really weird about it just said it was something he’d thought about. I haven’t truly dated or liked any guys I’ve went out with in over two years. I like him so much but I can not be momming and having anxiety over men. Am I dramatic?
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2023.06.05 17:42 Igloo-Pincher Women’s hypersensitivity to awkwardness and lack of social prowess/dominance is not rooted in fear or some “survival instinct” they’ve evolved in response to dangerous men, but rather in their privilege and abundance
You constantly hear about how women have a sixth sense for rooting out “cReEpY” men due to some unique ability born of centuries living under a patriarchal society alongside highly dangerous men who want to r4pe and k!ll them.
This is obviously complete bullshit, and like everything else on this subject women’s upper hand ultimately comes back to a highly unbalanced dating market. Just like all socially successful and popular people, women have develop advanced social skills and become finely tuned and highly sensitive to even the slightest misstep or social fopaux, but it goes far beyond that.
If they sense for even a second that you are not 150% cool, confident, socially respected and in control they will go cold faster than you can blink. All of this happens so quickly and with such subtlety that the vast majority of men are left utterly perplexed, hurt and with their head’s spinning. Hyper-analyzing every text and interaction and retracing their steps trying to figure out where they went wrong is fruitless, often because even the most socially savvy guy would not have in a million years considered some of the shit women flake over significant enough to even notice.
When you bring up women being too picky, overly prone to ghosting and losing interest too easily, they immediately point to the constant danger women face when stepping out into the dating world, and how their very survival depends on their being finely tuned into “red flag” behavior. However, as stated above this is yet another deflection from the much more simple and obvious explanation - women’s social skills, pickiness and nonexistent tolerance for anything other than impeccable social grace are entirely due to their social privilege, abundance of approaches and an increasingly gynocentric society that worships them from infancy.
Evidence/examples:
The false explanation:
https://medium.com/hello-love/why-women-always-flake-on-you-cf4751b746a8
Reality:
https://www.practicalhappiness.com/why-women-flake/
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This is obviously complete bullshit, and like everything else on this subject women’s upper hand ultimately comes back to a highly unbalanced dating market. Just like all socially successful and popular people, women have develop advanced social skills and become finely tuned and highly sensitive to even the slightest misstep or social fopaux, but it goes far beyond that.
If they sense for even a second that you are not 150% cool, confident, socially respected and in control they will go cold faster than you can blink. All of this happens so quickly and with such subtlety that the vast majority of men are left utterly perplexed, hurt and with their head’s spinning. Hyper-analyzing every text and interaction and retracing their steps trying to figure out where they went wrong is fruitless, often because even the most socially savvy guy would not have in a million years considered some of the shit women flake over significant enough to even notice.
When you bring up women being too picky, overly prone to ghosting and losing interest too easily, they immediately point to the constant danger women face when stepping out into the dating world, and how their very survival depends on their being finely tuned into “red flag” behavior. However, as stated above this is yet another deflection from the much more simple and obvious explanation - women’s social skills, pickiness and nonexistent tolerance for anything other than impeccable social grace are entirely due to their social privilege, abundance of approaches and an increasingly gynocentric society that worships them from infancy.
Evidence/examples:
The false explanation:
https://medium.com/hello-love/why-women-always-flake-on-you-cf4751b746a8
Reality:
https://www.practicalhappiness.com/why-women-flake/
2023.06.05 17:41 dewnald [USA-SWFL][H] Switch Games, N64 Gameshark, NGC Cables, SSB Wii-U, MvC Dreamcast, Genesis Games, BioShock X360 LE, Starcraft 2 CE [W]Paypal
Prices all include shipping. I can ship out within 2-3 days. Will ship out Fedex insured for high cost items. Pics available on request.
Shantae Switch boxset - Shantae, Risky’s Revenge, Pirate’s Curse and Seven Sirens Sealed, Half-Genie Hero Ultimate Day-One Opened Like-New, Includes Trading Cards in protectors for LRG releases - $625.00
Splatoon 2 - CIB with loose Inkling Girl Pink and Purple Inkling Squid amiibo - $40.00
Dead Cells Switch - CIB - $15.00
N64 Gameshark - loose - $25.00
Insurrection Industries Gamecube Component Cable - Includes 3D-Printed support bracket and BNC to RCA Adapters Can include OEM Nintendo AV cable for audio if needed - $100.00
Eon GCHD Mk ii - includes original packaging Includes 3D-printed support bracket, Can include a Nintendo Component cable for $10 extra on request - $130.00
Super Smash Bros. For Wii U - CIB, light surface scratches on disc, minor wear on manual - $10.00
Marvel vs Capcom Dreamcast - CIB includes registration card - $85.00
X-Men Genesis - CIB, Manual cover in fair condition Does not have poster - $20.00
Aladdin Genesis - Box and Game - $10.00
Shaq-Fu Genesis - Box and Game - $10.00
Spider-Man Genesis - Box and Game, Box has some chips/cracks - $15.00
Retrogamecave Trio M1 Sega Genesis/CD/32X PSU - $15.00
Bioshock Xbox 360 Limited Edition - Game Box, Soundtrack CD, Making-of DVD, Two Big Daddy Figures, Breaking the Mold Art Book, Separate copy of standard version of Game with slipcover, All in Very Good/Like-new condition, some shelf wear on book, Slipcover on Separate copy has significant shelf wear, One Big Daddy figure is missing its drill tip $100.00
StarCraft 2 Wings of Liberty Collectors Edition w/ Starcraft Wildstorm HC Comic - Game Codes redeemed, Missing USB drive Mild shelf wear on book - $20.00
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Shantae Switch boxset - Shantae, Risky’s Revenge, Pirate’s Curse and Seven Sirens Sealed, Half-Genie Hero Ultimate Day-One Opened Like-New, Includes Trading Cards in protectors for LRG releases - $625.00
Splatoon 2 - CIB with loose Inkling Girl Pink and Purple Inkling Squid amiibo - $40.00
Dead Cells Switch - CIB - $15.00
N64 Gameshark - loose - $25.00
Insurrection Industries Gamecube Component Cable - Includes 3D-Printed support bracket and BNC to RCA Adapters Can include OEM Nintendo AV cable for audio if needed - $100.00
Eon GCHD Mk ii - includes original packaging Includes 3D-printed support bracket, Can include a Nintendo Component cable for $10 extra on request - $130.00
Super Smash Bros. For Wii U - CIB, light surface scratches on disc, minor wear on manual - $10.00
Marvel vs Capcom Dreamcast - CIB includes registration card - $85.00
X-Men Genesis - CIB, Manual cover in fair condition Does not have poster - $20.00
Aladdin Genesis - Box and Game - $10.00
Shaq-Fu Genesis - Box and Game - $10.00
Spider-Man Genesis - Box and Game, Box has some chips/cracks - $15.00
Retrogamecave Trio M1 Sega Genesis/CD/32X PSU - $15.00
Bioshock Xbox 360 Limited Edition - Game Box, Soundtrack CD, Making-of DVD, Two Big Daddy Figures, Breaking the Mold Art Book, Separate copy of standard version of Game with slipcover, All in Very Good/Like-new condition, some shelf wear on book, Slipcover on Separate copy has significant shelf wear, One Big Daddy figure is missing its drill tip $100.00
StarCraft 2 Wings of Liberty Collectors Edition w/ Starcraft Wildstorm HC Comic - Game Codes redeemed, Missing USB drive Mild shelf wear on book - $20.00