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2020.10.25 18:17 joe7894321 My experiences, open to advice

Hey guys, I thought I’d give some background to my rj experience and just see if anyone had some tips to help overcome this. Basically I’ve been with my girlfriend for just over a year, before we got with eachother I knew she wasn’t a virgin and had sex with two guys, I never seemed to have a problem with it as she was with both of them for a few months, I also knew that when single she was quite a flirty girl and would kiss quite a few guys etc (petty stuff flirting kissing etc) Anyways, when we started seeing eachother I asked one day out of sheer curiosity who she had sex with, she’s a very honest girl and told me straight out that she had sex with them two guys previously mentioned and after she broke up with the second guy and it was her first time single in quite a while so she kind of embraced it, she ended up having 3 one night stands in the space of like one and a half months, we then started dating a couple of weeks after that as we had feelings for eachother for a while due to some past history like 3 years ago, when she told me about the 3 one night stands I got my first ever kind of mini panic attack, I freaked out and that’s when my rj started, the months and weeks after I plagued her with questions, I pretty much found out everything about her sexual history, I now know that I shouldn’t have done that and I also kind of wish I didn’t. My rj kind of disappeared for a few months like November to March but it always kind of made some background noise but I still asked a lot of questions in this period and the main reason I think the rj disappeared is I started experiencing another form of OCD (ROCD) and I think it just basically made more noise than the rj for a while so to say, then around March/April we broke up for a while due to me being increasingly insecure (acting like she was always cheating on me etc etc) and it got a bit too much for her, while we were broken up she met a guy and kissed him and I think he felt her boobs, she really regretted this and said it made her realise she didn’t want to be with anyone else, I decided to forgive her as I also done something (sent nudes and hugely regretted it) we got back together after a few weeks, I’ve no doubt she loves me and wanted to make it work, we’ve been together since but my rj has come back, I constantly have mental images and want to always ask questions, sometimes I give in and I do and my questions aren’t always just about her past but I want to see her view on sex etc All in all my girlfriend has had sex with 5 guys other than me and sexual experiences with a handful of others(nudes other stuff that’s not sex etc) she lost her virginity young (14) in a weird situation kind of grooming you could say, I don’t know why I have a problem with it as I’ve had sex with 2 other people and one was a one night stand and also plenty of sexual experiences with other girls, I also went through an abusive situation even younger than that 10/11. But with my girlfriend it’s more so the one night stands and like nudes I think about a lot and the whole kind of anything outside a relationship sort of thing which is hypocritical as I’ve done it too. I also realised I’ve a huge fear of being cheated on and even kind of broken up with Any advice would be great, at the moment I’ve been to therapy quite a lot with a hypnotherapist who I think is great, I listen to a guided recording he gives me quite a lot, I practice mindfulness when I can, I tell myself stuff like “love is a choice, my girlfriend has past experiences and that’s okay) etc and I try to stop myself talking about her past Thanks 🙏
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2020.10.25 17:46 dogeman87 I found a dangerous treasure. [Final]

Part 1

Breaking into a museum is hard. The movies portray robbers as geniuses, heists as highly planned events that baffle security. The protagonists- criminals, really- smile and celebrate when they pull off the stunt, and authorities are left clueless.
In reality, it’s almost impossible to get away with robbery. There are so many ways it can go wrong. First you have to get out of the building. Security cameras, guards, eyewitnesses, alarm systems that contact the police… there are an infinite number of ways you can get screwed. And that’s only on the inside. When you come out, there are security cameras on every corner, ones on traffic lights and stores and even fucking parks that might pick you up. There’s the matter of a license plate that might lead back to you. There are people that can claim they saw a certain car leaving the scene of the crime. Hell, if you leave identifiable fibers or hairs on the scene you might be caught.
I did my research. Failure was not an option. No matter how hard it was, no matter what the person risk might be, I had to return the treasure. My family, my friends, possibly the world would be doomed if I didn’t pull it off. I don’t like to be overdramatic. In this case, I think I have underemphasized the importance of my mission. If I fucked up, I was committing the entire human race to a gruesome death. Who knew how the coins worked? Maybe they would convince Putin to start a nuclear war. Maybe the next American president would start World War III.
So I recruited help. I still was in contact with a friend who was up to the task. Jack is both a movie buff and a security guard. He had seen the best of both worlds. He knew what parts of heist movies were realistic and what parts were complete horseshit. He could recommend how I evade the guards and security measures at the museum, what I might expect to run into, the precautions that I would have to take.
I never told him what I was doing. He would never have helped otherwise. I told him I was interested in writing a book and that I wanted to make sure my heist was as accurate as possible. God bless him, he believed me. I don’t read much, have never written more than a couple essays in my life, and he thought that I was serious.
His advice also taught me one important lesson: guards are often naïve. You ever see a movie where security is laughably bad, oblivious to an ongoing robbery and incapable of containing it when they find out? That’s partially true. A lot of things in movies and books are true, especially the ones that seem unrealistic. Lawyers that harangue law enforcement to protect their client? It happens. Incompetent law enforcement that botches an investigation? I think we all know how real that is, given the current happenings of the world. The same applied to museum security… or so I thought.
There were a lot of hurdles to overcome. First, I had to master the entrance and escape. I could not be identified outside of the building. This would prove more difficult than I imagined. The first order of business was to get another car. I’m not exactly rich, so it was difficult, to say the least. I settled on my cousin’s Honda Civic, a white model that was indistinguishable from any others on the road. No bumper stickers, no scratches or mods. Unbeknownst to him, I visited a junkyard and purchased an old license plate as a “souvenir,” then used that on the Civic.
I purchased a ski mask. You might be thinking that wearing a mask is cliché, that only people in movies do it and that there are better ways of concealing yourself. Wrong again. True, there might be better ways of going undetected, but a mask was the easiest. I also got some baggy black clothing to blend in with the darkness and conceal any details about my body they might glean from cameras.
That was the final problem: the street cameras. Eyewitnesses, too. I was probably fine with the precautions I had taken. My clothes would get burned after I used them, the car was owned by someone three hundred miles away, and I and the car would not be identifiable. Still, I would probably be recorded, and they might see a man with a ski mask driving a Honda Civic. The odds of them tracing it back to the correct one- and to me, no less- were staggeringly low, but was there a way of being more cautious?
I decided it was impossible. For every camera I avoided or tried to sabotage, another might capture me. I had to hope that what I had done already would be enough.
My preparations up to that point were the easy part. Next, I had to deal with actually entering the museum.
I managed to get a floor plan of the archive rooms online. As sketchy as it was, I went onto the dark web and hired a hacker to help me out. He found records of exactly where the treasure was being kept. I did not tell him exactly what I was looking for, only that I wanted the floor plans. I made sure to use a VPN whenever I spoke with him and received his messages. I even bought an old laptop from a city fifty miles away so that I could use that instead of my own. I accessed the dark web in public places and then scrapped the laptop once I transferred everything over to a hard drive.
I determined the best route to enter and exit the museum. There were cameras everywhere. Disabling them would be difficult. They were impossible to avoid, and anything I might do to destroy them en masse- an EMP, for example- would tip security off. The police would be called, and if that happened there was no way I would escape in time.
There was also the alarm system. I had to get through two locked doors which, if broken through, would automatically call the police. They would be there in minutes, way before I exited with my treasure. I would be caught and put in prison. The evidence would be irrefutable. While I rotted in jail, I would only be able to watch as more family and friends died or were irreparably harmed.
I decided that the cameras were unavoidable. I could not disable them all, and even disabling certain ones might give clues about my movements and identity. I had no idea how, but I was aware that an investigation would reveal things I had not considered. Most stories you see show the protagonists thinking one step ahead of the police, of the FBI, of the entire fucking government at times. Truth is, you never are able to cover every angle. You always leave some bit of evidence behind, and it might not be enough to catch you, but it also might be a death sentence. You can’t consider every possibility. I liken it to a professor making an exam: the professor has all the power, they can create whatever questions they want, and no matter how much a student prepares he or she will encounter something that they never expected.
So I did nothing about the cameras. I figured my disguise would be sufficient. That obviously left the problem of being spotted. My hacker determined that only the alarms would call the police. Only the guards were watching the cameras. Some places like small banks do go through constant police surveillance, but a museum holding tens of thousands of artifacts? Good luck. It would take a hell of a lot of personnel to watch every room.
I had caught a break. All I had to do was ensure the guards in the video room didn’t alert the police. At the same time, it made my job a lot harder. I had to somehow distract or eliminate them. I say eliminate, not kill. Murder was always out of the question for me, and I suspect that it would have made the investigation much more rigorous had the police found bodies. I stood a greater chance of being discovered. And if I killed more than one man… well, I was looking at a long time in prison.
I couldn’t ask Jack to contact the museum for me. I might have been able to set up an interview with security there, learn about their patterns and their break times, but it was too risky. I had already told Jack about my intentions, and I didn’t know if he would make the connection. Most likely he wouldn’t, because I asked him questions a couple weeks in advance, and I figured the robbery would not be a big news story. Still, telling him my intentions had been a risk. It was a small risk, though, because I knew him and I knew the likelihood of him hearing about what would happen. No operation is without risk. If he was my only loose link, I was okay with that.
Talking to museum security, though? I’d be asking to get caught. What would they think if some guy started asking all kinds of questions and then something was stolen under their nose? I knew the police wouldn’t find more evidence than that to connect me to the crime, but I wouldn’t have an alibi, and, as I said earlier, the cops have fucked up investigations. Certainly the system has convicted innocent men, some with very little evidence at all. I had no illusions about my ability to defend myself at trial. If they found enough circumstantial evidence to their liking, I’d be arrested and tried, and at the very least I’d be under heightened scrutiny. At worst, I’d be found guilty, and that would be a disaster. Sure, I wouldn’t tell them what I did with the treasure- I could even lie and say I sold it on the dark web and that I’d lost track of it- but I also didn’t want to spend time in prison.
So I had two big problems to deal with. One: how was I going to get in without being spotted on video? I knew they’d find the footage later, when they realized something had been stolen, but I could not afford to be caught in the act. Two: I had to get past the alarm system. That meant getting a card key to the door. Breaking in was not an option.
The obvious solution was to pay a visit to the security guards. Knock out whoever was in the video room, steal their key, enter the room, return the key somewhere, and leave undetected. The problem was how I would do it. I had no idea where security guards would be in the hallways. I had mapped out a route through maintenance tunnels and back rooms that would take me to the archives, but getting into the video room? I’d have to go through main hallways, and I was not about to carry a gun. As I said, murder was not an option. It would also add one more thing to the case that could be traced, and I did not want to leave the police more evidence.
You might think that nonlethal weapons would be an option. Those were bad, too, because I suspected cameras would pick up on what I was using. I might have been able to buy some through the dark web, and I might have hidden them well enough after the crime, but it was another way I might have been discovered.
I struck gold when I discovered that the night shift was rather sparse. The information had been buried within other logistical nonsense that meant nothing to me. The hacker I had hired did a damn good job. He had found the rough plans for security guards at night. It had been determined that two guards were to stay in the video room, two were to roam the halls, and one was to be on-call if needed, which probably meant he was sitting somewhere playing on his phone.
This new detail made my life a lot easier. All I had to do was disable the two guards in the video room. I would hear one person coming down the hall. I would be wearing special boots that reduced sound from walking. I could quietly walk in the other direction and avoid the guard. The odds were good that I wouldn’t even encounter the two, as long as I entered the video room undetected. I even realized that, once I was in the room, I could see exactly where they were and check their position against my own map, then avoid them easily.
I had eliminated most of the risk. There was an extremely small chance that my escape would link me specifically to the crime. I did not think I would get caught by one of two guards in the hallways. I could sneak into the security room and disable the guards with a couple quick blows to the head. I had purchased an electrified police baton. I’d bash the first guy over the head, and I could shock the second before he or she could react.
My plan was as foolproof as it would get. Now all I had to do was wait.
*
I chose a Friday night. Fridays are when people go out to bars and parties, to friend’s houses for dinner or late-night movies. There would be a lot of traffic on the road, but not so much that it would slow my escape. I would be masked by the dozens of other cars and also able to make a quick getaway, driving down back roads that I had studied and driving calmly past traffic lights. In all likelihood, no one would know the treasure had been stolen, and no one would see what I was wearing in the dark. Surely there would be almost no good Samaritans that called the police on someone in a ski mask. And if they did? The police would laugh. They can’t do anything unless they see an actual crime in progress. My mask would not be enough to get me detained.
I parked on the street, a block over from the museum. I entered through the back door that I knew would be unlocked. I picked the other door on the inside that was not hooked up to the alarm system. I had for the past week practiced picking all sorts of locks, and I had become very proficient.
I entered without a hitch. The hallways were dead. I would have heard someone coming from half a mile away, and no one did. As I had suspected, the place was so big that no one encountered me.
You might think that I forgot one key detail: what about the guards in the video room? Wouldn’t they see me and call the police before I got there? As it turned out, there was a hallway that had no cameras which led to a breakroom. That breakroom had a maintenance shaft which led to a hallway which did not open up to any cameras. From there, I could enter the video room undetected and knock out the guards.
The shaft was dark. I was glad I wasn’t claustrophobic. I felt like I was going through an underground bunker, the way the walls and ceilings closed in around me. I had brought two headlamps, but I didn’t need the backup. My first one worked just fine.
I proceeded as silently as I could, slowly opening the door into the hallway that lead to the video room. When I approached, I inched the door open, waiting for it to creak. It did not. The door was solid metal, on hinges that were as new as the rest of the archival wing, and the guards were talking anyways.
A man and woman sat at a table, their backs to me. I had worried that they might spot me entering and yell up a storm, so I had 3D-printed a gun model. In the heat of the moment, there was no way they’d identify it as a fake. They would not be stupid. They’d cooperate, and I would knock them out without causing a commotion.
Sneaking up on them did not prove as easy. The woman spotted me, and when she did I raised the gun and told her to shut the fuck up. She did. They both stayed where they were, and I whipped out my baton then. I went for the man first because he was built like a tank. He went down with a quick jab of electricity. The woman screamed and whipped out her gun. Fortunately, I was faster, and I took her down too.
I scanned the camera displays. Finding the other two guards took a while. I had to scroll through a bunch of feeds. When I did find them, I determined that they were far from the video room. They did not look alarmed. They had not heard the woman, nor had they discovered any other signs of a break-in.
I was on an adrenaline high, and I realized I might get too cocky. I took a few deep breaths to calm down. I removed the guards’ guns and hid them in a cabinet. When I was sure they were out cold, I mapped out my route again and headed toward the archives.
The key worked like a charm. No one spotted me, and I guess the guards didn’t wake up while I was gone. I probably took five minutes getting to the room the treasure was held in. It was under a piece of cloth on a table in the center of the room. Thankfully it was not behind glass. I had known that was a possibility, and I had planned for it: I knew there were certain tools you had to use to break the seals on glass cases, I had researched where they might be held in the building, and I had been fully prepared to try removing said case. The walls were thick concrete, and I doubted anyone would hear what I was doing. Besides, I’d have to take the risk, and odds were that whoever heard the sound would have come to investigate, in which case I’d have knocked them out with my baton, ambushing them at the doorway.
Everything went smoothly. I did not have to break open a case, and no other guards pursued me. I gave the camera outside a thumbs-up for good measure, left the card key outside the door, and made my way out of the building.
I shoved the chest in a leather sack I had brought and made my way to the car. I half-expected someone to encounter me on the street and exclaim that there was a robbery in progress. The mask and bag would have been a pretty dead giveaway. I also was counting on the incompetency of police and that, even though I looked like I was robbing something, they wouldn’t have any evidence and would take their time getting to the scene. By then I’d be long gone.
I checked the streets and, thankfully enough, no one was out walking. I had expected as much. The part of town I was in did not often have people on the sidewalks at night. There were no restaurants or stores nearby that might invite late-night customers. I was safe.
No one questioned me on my way back to the car. I loaded the trunk, jumped in, and drove away, half-expected police to be waiting for me at my house. None were. I unloaded the treasure as quickly as I could, swapped back the original license plate, and shoved my clothes in a trash bag. I would burn them tomorrow at a campground nearby. In the meantime, no one would know they were hidden in my coat closet.
It was nearly midnight, but I couldn’t delay. The guards might have already woken up, and there was no way to know how quickly the police might identify the white Civic that had driven away from the museum. I suspected they might never make the connection, but I couldn’t be sure. I drove the car back to my cousin’s house, arriving two hours later and parking it in the driveway. When I was sure I had wiped it down for fingerprints, I took my own car back and drove it home.
See, I had told my cousin I was going on a road trip, taking advantage of the vacation time I had racked up over the years. My own Volkswagen is old, and it’s not great on highways. It had not been hard to convince my cousin I needed to borrow his car. He was very understanding. His Civic is brand-new, and compared to my car it drives like a McLaren.
I didn’t fall asleep that night. I was too worried about getting an early-morning call or visit from the police. But the call never came. I had taken every precaution to not get caught, and I hadn’t. I was safe.
*
The story made the second page of the local paper. I had subscribed a couple weeks ago. I wanted to make sure that the police did not discover any leads, and, while I knew it might not be in the article, I also knew I could afford the $10 for the monthly subscription.
If the paper was to be believed, they had no clue who had taken the treasure. The guards remembered nothing about the man that had knocked him out, only that they could identify him as a six-foot white male and that he had electrocuted them. Good luck with that description. I was actually five-eleven, and there was not even mention of the Civic I had used to escape. All they had was the guards’ accounts and the video footage of the masked man with the treasure.
I couldn’t believe it. I had actually pulled off a museum robbery. I had planned for weeks, all the while worrying about when the next family member would die, and I had gotten out unscathed. The next day I had taken the treasure back to where it belonged and buried it deep. No one had noticed me then, mostly because no one was at that stretch of beach. I hid the box just in case by putting it in a lunch cooler.
Maybe the curse had stopped because the treasure knew of my intentions. I had started crafting my plan days after my girlfriend had died. I could not guess as to what forces controlled what had happened. It was entirely possible that they had seen what I was doing and stopped the killings.
For a couple days, I was riding high, ecstatic that I had managed to steal from the museum undetected. I hate to admit it, but I was proud. I had done a lot of work making sure I wouldn’t get caught, and I think I was pretty smart about it. No one ever learned about the Civic, either, which made my escape more miraculous.
There were so many ways it could have gone wrong. I could have encountered a guard, I could have failed to knock out the guards in the video room, I could have been spotted leaving. None of it happened. Maybe the treasure was protecting me, begging for me to remove it from the museum. Maybe it was just luck. Either way, those things did not detract from what I had done.
Eventually I stopped feeling good about what I had done, and the grief returned. No matter what I had or would do, the people that had died would remain dead. I wanted more than anything to blame myself. At the same time, I knew I was innocent, as innocent as my girlfriend had been when she had dug up the treasure with me, as innocent as the scientists and museum personnel that had gushed about the artifact.
I do feel bad for the scientists. They were devastated when the treasure was stolen. They implored the police to find it, to uncover the perpetrator of the crime and bring them to justice. The police had no leads. They only had an eyewitness account of a white male and some footage of a guy in black leaving the building. It would be impossible to narrow down the search, let alone come to any sort of conclusion.
They would get over it. I would rather them be disappointed than go through what I had. I didn’t even care about them, really. I cared about my family. I cared about my mom and grandparents, my cousins that were still alive, my aunt and uncle that had sent me birthday cards since I was five. I was worried about my friends, the ones from college and work that could have dropped dead at any moment. I was scared.
In hindsight, I cannot believe I bought into the whole evil treasure theory. I would have scoffed at such an idea a month ago. Now that more months have passed and that no one else I know has died, I believe I did the right thing. Still, it does not help. I battle with grief every day. I have experienced more death than most people do in a lifetime. I still go to therapy, and I have not had the nerve to go on any dates since my girlfriend was killed.
Think of my actions as you will. Call me crazy if you want. I don’t care what you think. I did what I had to do to protect those I loved. You would do the same, if you had even the inkling of an idea of a supernatural being or entity. It doesn’t seem so outlandish when people you know start dying every other day.
It is over now, and that is all that matters. I have absolved my family of the curse. If I have done things right, the treasure will never be rediscovered by humans. Perhaps we will destroy ourselves or even leave the planet before anyone comes close to finding it. Regardless, I will live the rest of my life knowing that I have potentially saved the human race, and that I have by negligence killed several innocents, one that meant the world to me and others that have left me permanently scarred. If I have not made it clear, if anyone finds that cooler with the treasure inside: leave it the fuck in the ground. Do not remove it, or you will undo all that I have done. My suffering will be your suffering, and many others will pay for your ignorance.
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2020.10.25 16:46 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive RP drop! (Rule 34, fandoms, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Which might be obvious with my post), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed!
Rule 34/Fandom ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokemon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender Idea 6: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5) Idea 7: Harry Potter.
OC Ideas: Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 9: Only Man of the town. Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 11: Scifi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 14: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon: (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Trainer x Anthro Pokemon Starter. (So similar to the starter above, rather than having a trainer my character goes on adventures with it’s a Pokémon. Just being transparent that there’s NO circumstances that I’ll do feral, I’m looking for ANTHRO Pokémon only!)
A little way into my journey and I’ve heard reports of a rare Pokémon deep in the surrounding forest. Not wanting to miss the chance to catch it I braved the depths of the forest keeping an eye out for the Pokémon.
Soon I came across a large clearing with a rock. On top was the Pokémon in question no doubt about it. It was strangely human in appearance and without hesitating I sent out my Pokémon. An Aipom. “Alright buddy tackle!” I whispered. Aipom nodded as it charged out of the clearing and threw its body towards the Pokémon in question.
Idea 3: Naruto ( So for this one I like the idea that my character is a young nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one. )
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way. “Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach ( So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow. )
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender ( So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 6: Persona ( So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds. )
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 7: Harry Potter ( So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! )
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 9: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want. )
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 11: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Stepping out of the tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 14: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.10.25 16:46 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive RP drop! (Rule 34, fandoms, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Which might be obvious with my post), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed!
Rule 34/Fandom ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokemon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender Idea 6: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5) Idea 7: Harry Potter.
OC Ideas: Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 9: Only Man of the town. Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 11: Scifi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 14: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon: (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Trainer x Anthro Pokemon Starter. (So similar to the starter above, rather than having a trainer my character goes on adventures with it’s a Pokémon. Just being transparent that there’s NO circumstances that I’ll do feral, I’m looking for ANTHRO Pokémon only!)
A little way into my journey and I’ve heard reports of a rare Pokémon deep in the surrounding forest. Not wanting to miss the chance to catch it I braved the depths of the forest keeping an eye out for the Pokémon.
Soon I came across a large clearing with a rock. On top was the Pokémon in question no doubt about it. It was strangely human in appearance and without hesitating I sent out my Pokémon. An Aipom. “Alright buddy tackle!” I whispered. Aipom nodded as it charged out of the clearing and threw its body towards the Pokémon in question.
Idea 3: Naruto ( So for this one I like the idea that my character is a young nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one. )
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way. “Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach ( So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow. )
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender ( So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 6: Persona ( So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds. )
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 7: Harry Potter ( So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! )
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 9: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want. )
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 11: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Stepping out of the tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 14: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.10.25 16:07 notoutinpublic Dating

So I guess this a post for the single moms (or maybe suggestions from mom's who were previously single as a parent and now are with someone). I am a 27 year old single mom with a 5 year old boy. My son's father and I split pretty much right after my son was born (he was cheating on me). I have been in an on and off again relationship with a guy who is also a parent. He sees his kids once , maybe twice a week. So with his freedom I know he's sleeping around with other women, which he is entitled to do whatever he wants but it also feels kinda sucky for me knowing that he's the only person I have a sexual thing with and he's been that person for me for the past 4 years.
I don't wanna sleep around necessarily, but it would be nice to maybe have someone who could maybe distract me from my ex. I have tried online dating and have had dates with a few guys, none terrible, none great. I find myself comparing them to my ex. I am focused on being a good mom and I feel like I'm doing pretty damn well. I of course and flawed and humbled every day and constantly trying to improve. My life isn't necessarily "together" career wise, but I have my own place and my son is in school and in sports and we have fun.
I go from telling myself to just focus on mom life and my own life, but I also feel human and want another romantic connection with someone. I feel like I'm in an awkward limbo with my age. I find myself wanting to date other dad's but most my age are not. I have pretty deep insecurities I think from my son's father but also naturally on their own. Any tips and advice would be appreciated :). (P.s. I'm kind of over online dating)
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2020.10.25 15:30 Warsapphire Need advice dealing with a problem player

Hey there, everyone!
After consulting youtube, a whole heap of friends and some sites, I'm at my wit's end.
So, for quite some time now, we have a player in our group, who's been a bit special. Overall a great guy, don't get me wrong, but aside from that, he does have a few flaws, hence why I'm here. Recently, me and a small hand of other players have gotten increasingly frustrated at some of his behaviours during the game. Throughout the time we've played together, he's been power-gaming, as he always does (which isn't really an issue, just sometimes a tad annoying), rule-lawyering (our current DM just started out, so whatever he lawyers becomes truth near-instantly), and the issue i'm here for: solo-adventuring.
He constantly separates his character from the group without any explanation, or even letting the group know he's going, he tries to have things revolve around him left and right, and constantly hopes for personal quests and events. Overall he just acts like a loose cannon, in- and out-game. When my character gave his character a very intense lecture about him not working as a team, and actually having that cause our Bard to die, his character stated "I'm here to do what I want, when I want, if I want to leave to do whatever, I'll do that."
Combining this with his rules-lawyering, which often causes him to come out on top of any argument, and his powergaming, which makes it impossible to even dream about taking on in-game, it causes the game to become frustrating. I'm now constantly afraid he'll just leave and do his thing, wasting time with that, or he'll get frustrated at my character and nuke her for no reason, without me being able to do anything in return, or even having a chance to win that fight.
I wanted to see if any of you have any advice to get him to join up with the team more, and maybe drop some of the other habits he's been having? He does this nearly every game, and in all fairness, I'm a bit tired of the situation as it is, and I really want to see it solved, so the game can be fun for all of us. I don't want to leave an otherwise amazing campaign over another player acting up. Just please take into account that this player is considered a friend, and I would prefer not to upset him over a game of D&D, despite the fact that the situation upsets me and others quite a bit.
To keep you up to date with what I've tried already: I've tried hinting at the issues in-game and out-game, without result, and adressing an issue earlier caused him to talk his way out of it, and yielded no results. I've tried to start a civil conversation, but he ignored my message.
Thank you al in advance for hearing me out and for any tips you might be able to offer! I really appreciate any advice you can give me. And do forgive the long block of text. I just wanted everything to be as clear as it could be.
TL/DR: Powergaming Ruleslawyer tries to have his own solo-adventure and refuses to work with the team. need advice.
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2020.10.25 11:25 SamSicilius HOW TO GET MORE DATES OVER DATING APPS / TEXT

Have you ever been ghosted on Tinder or any other dating app as such?
Getting dates from dating apps or even over text (after you met a girl and had a conversation with her) is simple, but not that easy.
Among all the things you could be blindly doing wrong, here are some tips to flip it over and increase the number of dates you are having right now (And if you nail it, with exactly your type of women ;)
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1️⃣ HOW TO START A CONVERSATION
What not to do:
❌”Hello”, “How are you?”, “it’s nice to meet you” ... (Avoid this at all cost)
❌ Something you read online as the "best pick up line" or “best opener”
❌ An essay about everything she mentioned in her profile
What to do:
✅ Convey your personality.
✅ Speak in statements about you or her.
✅ Talk in observations or assumptions about what you noticed. “You look like you’re an X”, “you don’t look like you’re from Y”, “You look like you love Z”
(So many principles why this makes sense. Feel free to message me if you wanna know about this in greater detail)
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2️⃣ QUESTIONS
❌ Most questions are an absolutely NO-GO. Look at your messaging and count how many questions you ask (You'll be surprised). If you’re like most guys then almost every message you send has a question. Stop doing this!
What to do:
✅ Speak in statements.
✅ Share something about you.
✅ Only ask deeper questions (why do you like X?) and save questions for when she’s already asking them
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3️⃣ MESSAGING TO NOWHERE
❌Stop trying to be the girl's psychologist. Neither you or the girl are in a Dating App for such thing. So avoid trying to solve every girl's problems just because your mind is telling you that this is the way to connect with her. It is really not. And she will friend you quicker than the blink of an eye.
❌You’re not trying to become this girl's best friend or anything. Check how much you’re messaging (probably way too much)
✅ Remember that the only one purpose of texting with a girl over these apps is to see if there is a connection so you can meet with her in person. Forget about infinite conversations over text and start leading the messaging towards a near date.
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Which of these mistakes are you making?
If you continue to make them, you’ll miss out on what could have been great dates with awesome girls. But, if you fix them then you will set yourself apart from 99% of guys out there.
If you’d like me to help you with your messaging and explain more about anything I’ve mentioned here, send me a message
#dating #texting #onlinedating #tinder #bumble #hinge #datingadvice
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2020.10.25 09:19 Aggravating_Walrus_5 Day 20 update (long)

So it's been 20 days since I have PMO'd. And I wish I could tell that it was perfect but the fact was that it wasn't. I have peeked many times, not at porn but at NSFW subreddits, but if I could tell you one thing it was that every time I left that site I found more reasons to continue on my journey. So how was journey?
It was a mix of struggle and easiness. One thing I learned was how it feels to be secret free. I don't feel dirty anymore, if that is the right word. I am not stuck alone in a dark bedroom with my hands in my pants, with a pile of workload. I do procrastinate more but it feels easier to confess that rather than to say I missed studying or the due date due to porn and masturbation. I used to listen to audio porn when I was writing my notes and stuff, because it made me feel good, like I was in a secure relationship. I discovered that I was feeling this weird kind of loneliness. I like being alone but there is a small difference with being alone and being lonesome. I am an introvert, so I don't have a lot of people as friends but I do have friends, when I decided that I was going to cure my loneliness, I turned to them and they made me feel good indirectly. Only one of my friend (best friend) knows about my problem but she is ever so supporting to me and it kind of gives me a relief. I am also able to connect more with my mother than I ever did, because I don't have that guilt in me that I was doing something illicit.
Another thing I learned was that before I get into a relationship in the future, I have to learn to love myself as cliche as it sounds. This nofap thing kind of exposed why I was into porn and masturbation. I did not like myself, my face or my body and that is the problem, I cannot let someone else fix my problem of not liking who I am. Sure I do need to fix a lot of thing, like I am overweight so I have lose that weight, if I truly planned on loving me and becoming a better person. How can I expect myself to love someone else when I can't do it for me. And I am 16 years old, I shouldn't be thinking about jumping into a relationships now, I have to take my time to discover what I love, to follow my passion, to educate myself, to build my social circle, to build my life once I graduate high school, to become financially and emotionally stable, so I don't get into a relationship just for the sake of it.
Did I get any benefits from it? Well obviously not a lot because it has been only 20 days and the only benefit that I aimed towards was to lose this habit. But I did notice a lot of things and so did the people around me which are:
  1. I am much more happier.
  2. And this is really weird, but people have been saying that my eyes look much more brighter.
    This restraining doesn't give your super powers but it kind of gives you a chance to be more human and a better person.
So what do I have to improve?
  1. I have to stop procrastinating every times I get an urge or just for the sake of it. Me procrastinating is like jumping from one addiction to another. If I want improve then I have to stop. But I do find it encouraging that if I can take an initiative to stop an addiction like PMO then I can do this too.
  2. I have to lose weight. I have always imagined that if I lost weight I would find a perfect guy to love me, but I can't afford to lose weight for that. I have to lose those pounds so that when I grow older I would have a healthier life. I have to lose weight so when I look in the mirror, I don't cringe, I have to lose weight so I could wear all the nice clothes that I want to. I want to lose weight so I could be a better version of myself.
  3. I am going to stop counting the days and setting reminders every month, so I could at least write an update here.
These are the things I wanted to get out of my head. I know it's a bit odd to write about twenty days but they say it takes 21 days to create or break a habit and Monday marks my 21st day but I don't think I would have time to write on Monday so on today I wrote it. If any one of you have any tips on breaking procrastination then do please tell me about it.
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2020.10.25 09:00 aBitofKindness [Wraith: Of Villains] - Chapter 2.1

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Celeste squinted against the harsh glare of the emergency lights flickering from the cop cars. The poor dock worker had not asked to come across a murderous villain. He probably had a family at home, a wife and kids, or pets still waiting by the door. Why should Wraith walk away from this while an innocent man just doing his job lay dead on the pavement?
Celeste turned away from the civilian workers documenting the crime scene and crossed the street to where the Hero Vaise stood arguing with a medical technician.
“I will not accept your primitive treatment, and that’s final!” she snapped imperiously. Catching sight of Celeste approaching, she barked, “Hey! You need better control of your civil servants!”
“It’s alright, sir,” Celeste directed at the unfortunate EMT. “Tikri will visit the medical bay on the Hester-Scowen.” Turning to the Hero, she went on, “Our city isn’t your mining planet. We don’t command the civil service workers. We work alongside them.”
“Foolish and inefficient,” Tikri spat. “And call me Vaise, dammit. I hate that Yorgian name.”Illustration
“Okay,” Celeste replied amicably. “You confronted the aether thief, right?”
“Aye, I confronted the damn hellgrammite. Pulled a stunner blade on me.”
“How much dust did he take?”
“Seven liters,” Vaise growled, beginning to pace in agitation. “That’s three point eight million credits of stock!”
“Your vessel has insurance, so you should get most of it back,” Celeste said reassuringly. “But I’ll try to get your stock back. Did Wraith say anything that might indicate what he’s planning?”
“Nah. Well, he kept sayin’ he didn't have an associate, but we saw the big guy on our cameras carrying out the aether. Had some device that mucked up our sensors, though, so we only got a short glimpse before he vanished from our radar. The kid—Wraith, you called him?—wasn’t smart enough to bring his own mask, I guess, though his visor had short range masking capabilities. Old tech. He seemed incompetent. Who is he? I didn’t see him on the watch list…”
“He’s new,” Celeste sighed. “Not yet on the watch list, but…” She glanced at the bloody remains of an innocent man. “I’ve been trying to get him marked by the board.”
Vaise sniffed haughtily and muttered under her breath, “Inefficient.”
Celeste quirked a corner of her mouth ruefully. “It’s politics. You make sure you get your medical bay to check up on you, alright?”
Vaise simply waved her off with brusque impatience and marched away. Celeste snorted in amusement and approached the officers documenting the scene.
“Accipitridae,” the blond-haired woman greeted formally, stepping away from her colleague. “You asked us to let you know if we saw anything unusual, and I thought you might find this to be of interest.” She held up a plastic bag between them. Inside, it contained a single glove, partially torn along its outside stitching. “We only found one. We still need to run it for prints and size, but--”
“Is there any way we can do that in our labs?” Celeste interrupted abruptly. “We would get the analysis done quicker, and I think this could be really helpful in finding the man who did this.”
The officer stammered for a second, clearly caught off guard. “I… That’s… Well, it doesn’t exactly follow our chain of custody protocols, but I suppose…”
“Celeste.”
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Carmen duck underneath the crime scene barrier. He hurried to her side, glancing at the tragic scene with genuine dismay.
“I’m glad you could make it,” she told him as he stopped next to her and the officer. “I’m certain this is Wraith, and we might have his DNA on his glove—”
“How do you know it’s him?” Carmen interrupted.
Celeste gave him a flat look.
“Okay,” he went on reasonably, “let’s just say it’s extremely likely.”
“If it is him, that would mean he’s gaining momentum. This is two deaths in just as many days--and theft of a highly regulated substance! The Council has to put him on the watch list after this! Maybe even the priority list--”
If we can prove it’s him,” Carmen tempered.
“We have his DNA,” Celeste smiled, nodding at the cop holding the evidence bag. The cop just looked between the two Heroes with uncertainty. Turning her attention back to Carmen, Celeste went on, “It will certainly help. We may even be able to find this guy and take him out before he kills any more Heroes or innocent civilians!”
Carmen sighed, studying the glove through the clear plastic. “We can’t officially run the DNA without probable cause by an evidentiary hearing. Before you say anything,” he hurried as Celeste opened her mouth to protest, “I’ve got a drinking buddy who works on this stuff for the Council. I can call in a favor and get the analysis on an unofficial basis.” As he spoke, he extended his hand for the evidence bag, and the blond woman hesitantly handed it over.
Celeste grinned triumphantly. “Fantastic. We’ll find this guy in no time. I’ll take him out myself if I have to. No one else will die by his hands!”
~
~
Dad was a small man, but he hit hard.
SMACK!
“When are you going to get your act together!?” my father shouted as I slammed into the wall. He grabbed my collar and shoved me back, looming over me with all his drunken fury. I cowered beneath his glare. What could a kid do against a monster?
Jabbing a finger into my chest, the liquor sloshing in the glass bottle that he held, Dad went on, “You’ve got the blood of one of the greatest Heroes who ever lived! But what good are you as a Hero’s son if you’re so weak!?”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, but he just backhanded me across the face again, knocking me to the ground. On my knees, I held my hands to my stinging cheek, fighting with all my might to hold back the tears and failing.
Dad sneered down at me, curling his upper lip in disdain. “You’re weak! Powerless! Useless!”
~
Peter lurched awake with a frantic gasp, sitting bolt upright. Something was tangled around his arms and legs--restraining him--and he flailed in blind panic. His heart palpitated against his ribcage as if trying to escape the prison of his past, and he ached all over from his father’s beating, but he struggled through the pain.
Two arms suddenly wrapped around his chest to hold him down. His father! He fought back, desperate to escape, but then he heard in his ear, “Peter, Peter, it’s okay!”
Delia?
He instantly froze, blinking in the darkness. Yes, this was Delia’s apartment. With a sigh, he sank back into his pillow. The sheets were damp with sweat, but he felt cold all over. Beside him, Delia sat up.
“Was that another one of your stupid nightmares?” she asked, reaching over to turn on the lamp beside the bed.
Peter rolled over, turning his back to her.
Behind him, she went on, “Will you ever tell me about them? After all the times you’ve woken me up because of them, I still don’t know what they’re even about—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Peter snapped, still trembling all over.
After a moment, Delia lay back down beside him, wrapping an arm around his side. They lay silently in each other’s company for a few minutes before Delia spoke again. Her voice was soft and supplicating in his ear as she said, “You really scared me yesterday.” She hugged him closer, awakening more aches and bruises. Peter tensed with longanimity. “You were completely raddled when I found you at that park,” she continued plaintively. “I could barely even get you to the car.”
Peter closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
She wriggled her fingers in between his and pulled her hands over his heart, and she kissed the back of his neck. “I’m here for you, babe.”
Nestled in her arms, Peter fell asleep feeling grateful that he had decided to trust her.
~
Peter had been more exhausted than he had thought, for he slept soundly for almost two days, slowly recovering from his wounds. He awoke in the gray hours of the morning on Saturday, groggy but refreshed. Delia was still asleep beside him, so he quietly crawled out of bed to take a much-needed shower and change into a spare set of clothes he had left at her apartment during a previous overnight stay.
As he toweled his hair dry, he looked at himself in the foggy mirror; his dark brown hair was getting long, and his brown eyes were sunken from the beginning stages of starvation. The same words that always floated through his mind every time he saw his reflection came back to him now. Weak. Useless. Worthless. He glared at his reflection.
He had grown up doing everything he could to prove them wrong. If only he had succeeded in stealing the aether dust! It was the last thing he needed to pull his plan together! But that goddamn supervillain Naku had gotten in the way—and so effortlessly, too! How had he simply walked out of the freighter ship unharmed?
In the other room, Peter heard Delia rifling through cabinets in the small kitchenette. With a small exhalation, he pulled his eyes away from the mirror and hung up the towel. He had been nervous about asking her to come help him that night in the park. He was afraid she would leave him if she knew the extent of his ‘vigilante work,’ as she called it. But she had been so loving and supportive over the last few days. After everything he had put Delia through, Peter figured he had to repay her somehow. I’m long overdue on that day-long date she wanted, he thought with a smile, and he reached for the door.
He paused, however, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Did he really have time to waste on an outing? With his plan so disrupted after his failed aether heist, he had a lot of work to do. The only way to get dust was to buy it or steal it, and he worked on minimum wage. He had to prepare adequately if he was going to steal from the high-security processing plants that purchased the dust legally, and...
Tomorrow, he told himself firmly, turning the doorknob. It can wait until tomorrow.
~
The sun sat comfortably over the tops of the buildings as Delia and Peter strolled down the mall corridor together on their way to one of the many small amusement parks scattered throughout the megacity. It was a busy Saturday morning, shoppers ducking in and out of small boutiques with an exploratory air. There was a general sense of peace in the day, and Peter slowly relaxed to let himself feel it. Delia chattered on about this and that, mostly inanity that did not require Peter to participate. She looked as radiant as the sun, exuding joy and delight the likes of which Peter had never seen before. He thought he would have regretted leaving the comforting confines of a bed so soon after his battle with the Hero Vaise, just to spend a day at an amusement park he could barely afford. But seeing the happiness in her countenance, he decided that he ought to take her on dates like these more often.
Delia entwined her fingers in between Peter’s and pulled him close so that his elbow was tucked around hers. “Remember when we first met?” she asked, rubbing his arm with her free hand as she pressed joyously against him. “You said you weren’t looking for a girlfriend and would never go on walks in the park or hold hands.” Her fingers trailed along an old scar twisting toward his wrist. “Now look at us!”
“Seven months makes a big difference,” Peter said with a smile, tightening his fingers around hers. She brimmed with joy as she beamed at him.
A flash of silver on the other side of the street caught his attention. He pulled up short when he saw parked on the curb a Gallafex Z-3 magnecycle. It was just sitting there, right in the open!
His sudden halt pulled Delia back with a sharp yank, and she looked back in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“That’s a Gallafex Z-3!” he exclaimed, taking a step closer. It was beautiful, polished to a sheen, sleek and inviting and just sitting there.
“Babe, it’s just a magnecycle!” Delia retorted. “Let’s go before the park reaches max occ!”
“Please, just five minutes,” Peter pressed, smiling back at her. “I want a closer look!”
She laughed at him, but obligingly allowed herself to be led across the street toward the gleaming vehicle. The Gallafex Z-3 was an older model, but it was still a magnificent bike. Rotating converters, transfrictional tracks, hypodronic sweep stills. Gallafex had pioneered all the top-of-the-line vehicular enhancements that flooded the market today. Even eight years past its release date, the Z-3 maintained its position in the Thursson’s Top Five ratings--and number one in Peter’s heart.
As his eyes lit up with admiration, Delia snorted, “You’re such a loser when it comes to machines.”
“Give me a break!” Peter grinned, his eyes locked onto the bike. “I’ve never seen a Z-3 in person! It’s a gorgeous model and one of the best designs even to this day. Take care of a vehicle like this and she’ll carry you for decades!”
Delia rolled her eyes, but he ignored her. Now that he was closer, he saw the drunnel chambers looked slightly askew. Bending closer, he saw that their bolt heads were actually cracked.
“Come on, babe,” Delia said, tugging his arm playfully.
“The drunnel heads are cracked,” he replied, studying the fissures.
“So?”
“They’re an important part of the filtration system,” Peter explained, squinting to see if the attachment rods deeper in the engine had been affected, too. “If the owner drives this bike much longer, it’ll burn the lift stabilizers.”
So?”
The rods had been affected. One was bent slightly, pressed up against the bike’s body by the tilted position of the drunnel chambers. Reaching out a finger to point them out to Delia, he said, “These rods need to be replaced, too, or the exhaust will leak into the coolant system, and that’s an exothermic chemical reaction, which could be really dangerous. I hope the owner is aware...”
“He is,” a new voice spoke up. With a start, Peter straightened and stepped back, turning to see a man with sandy hair. He was of medium height and medium build, but he had a sharp, jutting chin, and his blue eyes were bright. He stood just a few feet away; Peter had been so engrossed in the magnecycle that he had not even heard the man approach. He took another step back, tense and nervous about how the man would feel about someone poking close to his bike.
But the corner of the stranger’s mouth was pulled into a smirk as he extended his arm for a handshake. “Name’s Tony,” he said. Peter tentatively returned his grip. “It took my regular mechanic four weeks of tests to figure out why she was running so roughly.” He gestured somewhat forlornly toward the bike, and Peter noticed an autoparts bag in his hand. He must have just bought the replacement drunnel heads. “Yet you take one look and figure it out in just ten seconds? That’s impressive.”
Delia stepped forward and clung to Peter’s arm, a coy smile on her face. “Peter’s a brilliant mechanic,” she told Tony, her voice dripping with pride. Warmth contested the nervousness coiled in Peter’s chest. He was unused to the compliments.
The man nodded amicably and asked, “A Heroes’ mechanic?”
Peter swallowed and said, “No, I just work part-time at a couple of shops. Nothing for Heroes, though.”
“Well,” Tony shrugged, raising his eyebrows, “with an eye like yours, you ought to apply for your license.”
Peter said nothing, for he really wanted nothing to do with the Heroes, but Delia eagerly piped up, “Does it pay well?”
Tony laughed heartily as he packed his shopping bag into a compartment beneath his bike’s seat. “Aye, they make a killing off of all the Heroes up in the Council. It’s not a bad gig, if you can get it.”
“I don’t have a sponsor,” Peter finally cut in, gripping Delia’s fingers hard enough that she looked up at him reproachfully. He silently willed her to keep her mouth shut.
“You don’t necessarily need one,” Tony replied lightly. “I think they open applications every two years to apprentices all across the galaxy, too.”
I can’t afford the entry fee, anyway, Peter thought, wishing the man would drop it.
Yanking her hand out of Peter’s grip, Delia told the man, “That’s wonderful news! Peter will definitely apply for it!”
“Maybe,” Peter hurriedly put in, snatching Delia’s hand again. “Uh, good luck with your bike. Don’t use synthetic lubricant for the drunnel heads. It mucks things up in the long run. Come on, Delia...”
Tony waved genially as the two strode briskly down the street. Pursing her lips, Delia huffed, “What is with you!?”
“I can’t afford to apply as a Heroes’ mechanic!” Peter hissed evasively.
“But that guy said they make a lot of money!”
“I don’t want to do it, alright?” he snapped, hating himself for stopping to check out the bike in the first place. “Will you just drop it?”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Delia snorted. Peter slowed his earnest pace and let out a long sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “Come on, before the park fills up.”
She hooked her arm in his, cuddling close again. Peter glanced back once, still unsettled at having been so unaware of the man’s approach while engrossed in the bike. Tony stood by his bike, smoking a cigarette and watching them leave. That nervousness crept back into Peter’s mind, and he quickened his pace infinitesimally. Illustration
~
Carmen strode down the quiet corridors in the Blancandrin Research Building. His friend down in forensics, Theo Dore, had served the Council for almost his entire life. The Heroes blood in the Dore family was beginning to fade, and Theo was the first one who opted out of any training, even as a sidekick. Out of respect to his family, he had been given the chance to still work for the Council. Ever since he’d been granted access to the Council, Carmen had made a concerted effort to befriend everyone who worked there, those with power and those, like Theo, who had little to no power left at all. His efforts paid off for when he needed a discrete favor, like now.
When he reached Theo’s lab, Carmen knocked quietly. The door cracked open, and Theo’s pale blue eyes peered out for a second. Upon recognizing the Hero, Theo pulled the door open and hastily waved him inside.
“Your message said it was urgent,” Carmen began.
“Yes,” Theo whispered, though it was clear there was no one else in the lab. He bustled across the cramped space toward the only workspace devoid of any clutter. “You know that glove that you sent to me last week to get a DNA sample?”
“Did you get Wraith’s DNA?” Carmen asked, reining in his enthusiasm. He would leave that to Celeste, if there was anything of note.
Theo looked up at Carmen with a timid glance. “That’s... Well, that’s why I asked you to come here discretely. I... You know my position, Carmen. I’m in the Council by the grace of the Heroes. Running this sample without due cause was illegal, and I don’t want to get mixed up in more, and... I haven’t told anyone, not a single person, and no one knows I ran the sample, and... and we’re friends, you and I, and—”
“Who is he?” Carmen asked quietly, interrupting Theo’s nervous tittering. After a brief moment of hesitation, Theo reached out toward the display panel on the desk and pulled up a digital profile. Carmen leaned close to read the cramped sans serif font.
His entire body went cold.
After a few silent minutes, he slowly straightened, his mind racing. Celeste’s persistence had not been in vain, but despite her acuity, not even she would have guessed this.
With his eyes still riveted on the screen, Carmen asked tightly, “You’re certain you’re the only person who has seen this? There are no copies of this where someone could stumble across it?”
Theo nodded emphatically. “I’m the only one who knows. I don’t want to get mixed up in Council politics, Carmen. I don’t want my name associated with any of this. I am deeply grateful for my place here even though I am powerless, and—”
“I understand, Theo,” Carmen interrupted. Slowly, resolutely, he reached out and hit the Delete option, wiping the data from existence. “This stays between us. If this information got into the wrong hands... into Celeste’s hands... Well, let’s just say she would take political advantage of it.”
“I don’t want to get mixed up in Council politics,” Theo quailed.
Carmen patted his shoulder reassuringly. Without another word, he turned and left the lab.
~
Peter and Delia spent the afternoon walking around Chalde Amusement Park, admiring the side shows and playing in the game stalls. At the laser gun shooting gallery, Peter managed to win Delia a stuffed penguin that was nearly as tall as she was, though he was tasked with carrying it around everywhere under his arm. As the sun neared the horizon, they strolled along the busy paths with ice cream cones. Clinging to Peter’s arm, Delia led the conversation, crooning over the blooming flowers, laughing at chittering squirrels, and otherwise allowing Peter to dwell on his own thoughts. Quite suddenly, Delia veered across him onto a gravel path.
“Oh, what a pretty garden!” she gasped, dragging him into the colorful landscaping. The path was lined with stones and flowers, and a hundred square feet of well-manicured lawn stretched out over the small hill. “I always wanted to live in a nice place with a garden,” Delia went on. “Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty,” Peter sniffed noncommittally, for he had never cared about flowers.
“Oh, it’s got a photo trellis!” Delia exclaimed, hastily darting beneath the delicate, silver arch. “Come on, come on!” she implored as she pressed her Kyp against the activation node. Peter watched her enthusiasm with a smile. Anything to make you happy, he thought, and he obligingly stepped beneath the arch and pulled her close. They both smiled up at the camera lens that protruded from its hidden stalk among the flower beds beside the gravel. When it beeped its completion, Delia stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
“Now I can remember this perfect day,” she said as the picture transferred into her Kyp account. She beamed exultantly as she pulled it up on her wrist display. “And look, it didn’t get anyone in the background!” she cooed as they continued down the gravel path. “This is one of the best photo trellises I’ve ever seen!”Illustration She paused and then smirked. “Almost like the one in that park where I rescued you!” she went on coyly, elbowing him.
He could not remember there being a photo trellis there. Nonetheless, Peter snorted, “I wouldn’t go as far as to say ‘rescue,’ but...”
“Are you kidding? You were completely passed out!” Delia laughed. “You could have gotten mugged by a villain or something.” She went silent for a moment and glanced sideways at him. “You know, you still haven’t told me why you were in that park.”
Peter descried a round stone that had been dislodged from its decorative patch lining the gravel, and he toed it back among its brethren. “Long day.”
Delia pouted at him. “But what happened, baby?” she pressed. “You never tell me what happens in your life. I thought you loved me.”
That’s why I don’t tell you, Peter thought, gritting his teeth.
She stopped in the middle of the small garden, her limpid green eyes glimmering at him reproachfully. “I’m always there for you, aren’t I?” she plied. “I just worry about you, babe.”
“I told you when we met,” Peter muttered crossly, his eyes darting around for any listeners. “I said I’d never tell you everything. I do dangerous work. I’m not going to involve you in it.”
She had a sneer on her face as she replied, “You also swore you’d never fall in love.”
Peter said nothing as he turned and left the small photo garden, scowling. Frustration writhed within him as Delia’s flip-flops clapped against the steel in his wake. Her silence was the worst thing in the world. Was she mad at him? Would she leave him? He just wanted to protect her.
Or maybe I don’t really trust her as much as I thought, a small voice wriggled in the back of his mind. A pang of guilt seized him at the idea. He had trusted her before—why could he not trust her with this? Was it unfair to keep her in the dark even if he demanded her help and support?
If it keeps her safe, he decided, though doubt weighed on him.
They had just exited the park’s gates when Delia spoke up again. With no segue, she huffed, “I think it’s absolutely cruel that you would lie to me every day by not telling me what you do!”
Peter stopped up short and spun to face her. “Lie?” he protested. He had made pains to do quite the opposite!
Her face scrunched up as her cheeks turned red. “I have loved you and trusted you up to now, but... but...” She suddenly sniffed, tears welling up in her emerald eyes, and she turned away so that a curtain of red hair hid her face. “You don’t trust me. You don’t love me!”
“Delia, I—” Peter hastily looked around at the other park-goers slowly trickling out, and he lowered his voice. “When I asked for your help a few days ago—I trusted you with that! And you know I’m... working toward a... goal.” He stammered, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He did not trust her! Never had it pained him so, but he did not trust her! Gritting his teeth, he pressed, “And I do love you! I do!”
Her shoulders began to shake as she started weeping, and Peter’s soul keened in anguish. “You don’t!” she cried, drawing a few eyes. “If you did, you would tell me everything!”
“Delia,” Peter whispered, grasping her hand in his, “I love you more than anyone in the Nine Hundred Galaxies. But I can’t tell you everything... I... I don’t want to put you in harm’s way. Please, I need you to understand.”
She turned her tear-stained face up to him, her eyes big and watery. “If you love me, you won’t keep secrets from me. But if you can’t be open with me, I can’t... I don’t think I can keep this up.” With a sob, she yanked her hand out of his grip and walked away.
The sudden, familiar desolation of abandonment reared up inside of Peter like a black wave before he managed to quell it with anger. Spinning, he caught up with Delia and hissed, “I told you I love you. I bend over backwards to make you happy. I even went on this stupid date with you! Why can’t I have this one thing for myself!?”
“You clearly don’t know how relationships work, do you?” she huffed with a bit more composure, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. “Both parties must always be open and honest. If you can’t tell me what you’re actually doing, then for all I know, you’re doing other women.”
“I’m not cheating on you!” Peter snapped, drawing a few eyes again. He lowered his voice to a growl as the two of them continued down the cramped streets of the Chaldean sector. “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, Delia. I don’t love anyone else—I don’t even like anyone else. Just you. What do I have to do to make you believe that?”
She lifted her chin and declared intransigently, “You could tell me everything. And if you can’t, I’m leaving.”
Peter stepped in front of her to force her to stop. “You would leave?” he snapped in disbelief. “Just like that?”
Tears began to fill her eyes again, but her face was set as she nodded resolutely. She said not another word as she stepped around him and continued down the street.
Peter stood where he was, the giant stuffed penguin still under his arm. His anger began to wilt before his fear. Delia did not even look back as she strode down the street. She would really leave him? This whole time, he thought she would leave if she knew what his ultimate goals were—she still might. But if he did not tell her, she would leave anyway.
He felt torn in two. He had lost, either way. But one way still gave him a chance.
He spun and ran after Delia, ignoring the muttered curses in his wake as people had to dodge out of the way. When he caught up, he grabbed her hand again, pulling her around to face him.
“I love you,” he pressed. “And I’ll tell you everything. Just not out here.” He gestured to the busy mall street that they had been strolling down earlier that morning. “I’ll tell you everything when we get home,” he promised, squeezing her fingers imploringly. “I swear. Anything you want to know. Just please don’t leave.”
That angelic smile lit her face again, and everything was right with the world once more.
~
Chapter 2.2
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2020.10.25 08:46 hl-uw What helped you understand? Advice required for introducing potential partner to Bipolar

Hi everyone... I’m 23F/Bipolar2 Rapid Cycling and looking for any tips on how to introduce a friend/potential partner to the world of bipolar.
Is there something that’s helped you or loved ones to understand your world of bipolar or a way of communicating that works for both of you?
Any book or film recommendations that would best explain bipolar and how it feels/how they might be able to support me, would be really appreciated!
Background story: During a probable mixed episode I’ve turned my romantic life upside down. My now ex-boyfriend (30M) and I (23F) separated because I wasn’t coping with everything, and I no longer felt it was the right relationship for me. I then decided to go for coffee with a guy (26M) I’ve had a crush on since he first joined my book group a little over a year ago. We’ve been really good friends but there’s clearly more chemistry there which we want to explore.
The issue is, he’s been open about his epilepsy and I want to do everything I can to support him. However it’s a perfect example of how it’s so much easier to talk about physical brain issues rather than mental health related stuff, especially when bipolar gets so misunderstood.
My ex-boyfriend barely asked a thing about it, would be perfectly comfortable pointing out how I was different to everyone else or try and cheer me up with cat videos during an existential crisis etc. He’s a great guy but really had no clue, and I don’t think he really wanted to acknowledge my ’situation’.
Now, with this potential new relationship (we’ve been friends for a while but only just started dating), I think I can be more open, or at least I’m not going to risk hiding it for any longer... but the problem is more I don’t know how to verbalise what bipolar means to me. I’m so used to burying this but with my recent breakdown and suicidal thoughts (I’m back to a controllable hypomanic stage now) I know I have to face it whatever the circumstances.
Thank you!
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2020.10.25 08:00 aBitofKindness Wraith: Of Villains - Chapter 2

Chapter 1
Celeste squinted against the harsh glare of the emergency lights flickering from the cop cars. The poor dock worker had not asked to come across a murderous villain. He probably had a family at home, a wife and kids, or pets still waiting by the door. Why should Wraith walk away from this while an innocent man just doing his job lay dead on the pavement?
Celeste turned away from the civilian workers documenting the crime scene and crossed the street to where the Hero Vaise stood arguing with a medical technician.
“I will not accept your primitive treatment, and that’s final!” she snapped imperiously. Catching sight of Celeste approaching, she barked, “Hey! You need better control of your civil servants!”
“It’s alright, sir,” Celeste directed at the unfortunate EMT. “Tikri will visit the medical bay on the Hester-Scowen.” Turning to the Hero, she went on, “Our city isn’t your mining planet. We don’t command the civil service workers. We work alongside them.”
“Foolish and inefficient,” Tikri spat. “And call me Vaise, dammit. I hate that Yorgian name.”Illustration
“Okay,” Celeste replied amicably. “You confronted the aether thief, right?”
“Aye, I confronted the damn hellgrammite. Pulled a stunner blade on me.”
“How much dust did he take?”
“Seven liters,” Vaise growled, beginning to pace in agitation. “That’s three point eight million credits of stock!”
“Your vessel has insurance, so you should get most of it back,” Celeste said reassuringly. “But I’ll try to get your stock back. Did Wraith say anything that might indicate what he’s planning?”
“Nah. Well, he kept sayin’ he didn't have an associate, but we saw the big guy on our cameras carrying out the aether. Had some device that mucked up our sensors, though, so we only got a short glimpse before he vanished from our radar. The kid—Wraith, you called him?—wasn’t smart enough to bring his own mask, I guess, though his visor had short range masking capabilities. Old tech. He seemed incompetent. Who is he? I didn’t see him on the watch list…”
“He’s new,” Celeste sighed. “Not yet on the watch list, but…” She glanced at the bloody remains of an innocent man. “I’ve been trying to get him marked by the board.”
Vaise sniffed haughtily and muttered under her breath, “Inefficient.”
Celeste quirked a corner of her mouth ruefully. “It’s politics. You make sure you get your medical bay to check up on you, alright?”
Vaise simply waved her off with brusque impatience and marched away. Celeste snorted in amusement and approached the officers documenting the scene.
“Accipitridae,” the blond-haired woman greeted formally, stepping away from her colleague. “You asked us to let you know if we saw anything unusual, and I thought you might find this to be of interest.” She held up a plastic bag between them. Inside, it contained a single glove, partially torn along its outside stitching. “We only found one. We still need to run it for prints and size, but--”
“Is there any way we can do that in our labs?” Celeste interrupted abruptly. “We would get the analysis done quicker, and I think this could be really helpful in finding the man who did this.”
The officer stammered for a second, clearly caught off guard. “I… That’s… Well, it doesn’t exactly follow our chain of custody protocols, but I suppose…”
“Celeste.”
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Carmen duck underneath the crime scene barrier. He hurried to her side, glancing at the tragic scene with genuine dismay.
“I’m glad you could make it,” she told him as he stopped next to her and the officer. “I’m certain this is Wraith, and we might have his DNA on his glove—”
“How do you know it’s him?” Carmen interrupted.
Celeste gave him a flat look.
“Okay,” he went on reasonably, “let’s just say it’s extremely likely.”
“If it is him, that would mean he’s gaining momentum. This is two deaths in just as many days--and theft of a highly regulated substance! The Council has to put him on the watch list after this! Maybe even the priority list--”
If we can prove it’s him,” Carmen tempered.
“We have his DNA,” Celeste smiled, nodding at the cop holding the evidence bag. The cop just looked between the two Heroes with uncertainty. Turning her attention back to Carmen, Celeste went on, “It will certainly help. We may even be able to find this guy and take him out before he kills any more Heroes or innocent civilians!”
Carmen sighed, studying the glove through the clear plastic. “We can’t officially run the DNA without probable cause by an evidentiary hearing. Before you say anything,” he hurried as Celeste opened her mouth to protest, “I’ve got a drinking buddy who works on this stuff for the Council. I can call in a favor and get the analysis on an unofficial basis.” As he spoke, he extended his hand for the evidence bag, and the blond woman hesitantly handed it over.
Celeste grinned triumphantly. “Fantastic. We’ll find this guy in no time. I’ll take him out myself if I have to. No one else will die by his hands!”
~
~
Dad was a small man, but he hit hard.
SMACK!
“When are you going to get your act together!?” my father shouted as I slammed into the wall. He grabbed my collar and shoved me back, looming over me with all his drunken fury. I cowered beneath his glare. What could a kid do against a monster?
Jabbing a finger into my chest, the liquor sloshing in the glass bottle that he held, Dad went on, “You’ve got the blood of one of the greatest Heroes who ever lived! But what good are you as a Hero’s son if you’re so weak!?”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, but he just backhanded me across the face again, knocking me to the ground. On my knees, I held my hands to my stinging cheek, fighting with all my might to hold back the tears and failing.
Dad sneered down at me, curling his upper lip in disdain. “You’re weak! Powerless! Useless!”
~
Peter lurched awake with a frantic gasp, sitting bolt upright. Something was tangled around his arms and legs--restraining him--and he flailed in blind panic. His heart palpitated against his ribcage as if trying to escape the prison of his past, and he ached all over from his father’s beating, but he struggled through the pain.
Two arms suddenly wrapped around his chest to hold him down. His father! He fought back, desperate to escape, but then he heard in his ear, “Peter, Peter, it’s okay!”
Delia?
He instantly froze, blinking in the darkness. Yes, this was Delia’s apartment. With a sigh, he sank back into his pillow. The sheets were damp with sweat, but he felt cold all over. Beside him, Delia sat up.
“Was that another one of your stupid nightmares?” she asked, reaching over to turn on the lamp beside the bed.
Peter rolled over, turning his back to her.
Behind him, she went on, “Will you ever tell me about them? After all the times you’ve woken me up because of them, I still don’t know what they’re even about—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Peter snapped, still trembling all over.
After a moment, Delia lay back down beside him, wrapping an arm around his side. They lay silently in each other’s company for a few minutes before Delia spoke again. Her voice was soft and supplicating in his ear as she said, “You really scared me yesterday.” She hugged him closer, awakening more aches and bruises. Peter tensed with longanimity. “You were completely raddled when I found you at that park,” she continued plaintively. “I could barely even get you to the car.”
Peter closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
She wriggled her fingers in between his and pulled her hands over his heart, and she kissed the back of his neck. “I’m here for you, babe.”
Nestled in her arms, Peter fell asleep feeling grateful that he had decided to trust her.
~
Peter had been more exhausted than he had thought, for he slept soundly for almost two days, slowly recovering from his wounds. He awoke in the gray hours of the morning on Saturday, groggy but refreshed. Delia was still asleep beside him, so he quietly crawled out of bed to take a much-needed shower and change into a spare set of clothes he had left at her apartment during a previous overnight stay.
As he toweled his hair dry, he looked at himself in the foggy mirror; his dark brown hair was getting long, and his brown eyes were sunken from the beginning stages of starvation. The same words that always floated through his mind every time he saw his reflection came back to him now. Weak. Useless. Worthless. He glared at his reflection.
He had grown up doing everything he could to prove them wrong. If only he had succeeded in stealing the aether dust! It was the last thing he needed to pull his plan together! But that goddamn supervillain Naku had gotten in the way—and so effortlessly, too! How had he simply walked out of the freighter ship unharmed?
In the other room, Peter heard Delia rifling through cabinets in the small kitchenette. With a small exhalation, he pulled his eyes away from the mirror and hung up the towel. He had been nervous about asking her to come help him that night in the park. He was afraid she would leave him if she knew the extent of his ‘vigilante work,’ as she called it. But she had been so loving and supportive over the last few days. After everything he had put Delia through, Peter figured he had to repay her somehow. I’m long overdue on that day-long date she wanted, he thought with a smile, and he reached for the door.
He paused, however, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Did he really have time to waste on an outing? With his plan so disrupted after his failed aether heist, he had a lot of work to do. The only way to get dust was to buy it or steal it, and he worked on minimum wage. He had to prepare adequately if he was going to steal from the high-security processing plants that purchased the dust legally, and...
Tomorrow, he told himself firmly, turning the doorknob. It can wait until tomorrow.
~
The sun sat comfortably over the tops of the buildings as Delia and Peter strolled down the mall corridor together on their way to one of the many small amusement parks scattered throughout the megacity. It was a busy Saturday morning, shoppers ducking in and out of small boutiques with an exploratory air. There was a general sense of peace in the day, and Peter slowly relaxed to let himself feel it. Delia chattered on about this and that, mostly inanity that did not require Peter to participate. She looked as radiant as the sun, exuding joy and delight the likes of which Peter had never seen before. He thought he would have regretted leaving the comforting confines of a bed so soon after his battle with the Hero Vaise, just to spend a day at an amusement park he could barely afford. But seeing the happiness in her countenance, he decided that he ought to take her on dates like these more often.
Delia entwined her fingers in between Peter’s and pulled him close so that his elbow was tucked around hers. “Remember when we first met?” she asked, rubbing his arm with her free hand as she pressed joyously against him. “You said you weren’t looking for a girlfriend and would never go on walks in the park or hold hands.” Her fingers trailed along an old scar twisting toward his wrist. “Now look at us!”
“Seven months makes a big difference,” Peter said with a smile, tightening his fingers around hers. She brimmed with joy as she beamed at him.
A flash of silver on the other side of the street caught his attention. He pulled up short when he saw parked on the curb a Gallafex Z-3 magnecycle. It was just sitting there, right in the open!
His sudden halt pulled Delia back with a sharp yank, and she looked back in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“That’s a Gallafex Z-3!” he exclaimed, taking a step closer. It was beautiful, polished to a sheen, sleek and inviting and just sitting there.
“Babe, it’s just a magnecycle!” Delia retorted. “Let’s go before the park reaches max occ!”
“Please, just five minutes,” Peter pressed, smiling back at her. “I want a closer look!”
She laughed at him, but obligingly allowed herself to be led across the street toward the gleaming vehicle. The Gallafex Z-3 was an older model, but it was still a magnificent bike. Rotating converters, transfrictional tracks, hypodronic sweep stills. Gallafex had pioneered all the top-of-the-line vehicular enhancements that flooded the market today. Even eight years past its release date, the Z-3 maintained its position in the Thursson’s Top Five ratings--and number one in Peter’s heart.
As his eyes lit up with admiration, Delia snorted, “You’re such a loser when it comes to machines.”
“Give me a break!” Peter grinned, his eyes locked onto the bike. “I’ve never seen a Z-3 in person! It’s a gorgeous model and one of the best designs even to this day. Take care of a vehicle like this and she’ll carry you for decades!”
Delia rolled her eyes, but he ignored her. Now that he was closer, he saw the drunnel chambers looked slightly askew. Bending closer, he saw that their bolt heads were actually cracked.
“Come on, babe,” Delia said, tugging his arm playfully.
“The drunnel heads are cracked,” he replied, studying the fissures.
“So?”
“They’re an important part of the filtration system,” Peter explained, squinting to see if the attachment rods deeper in the engine had been affected, too. “If the owner drives this bike much longer, it’ll burn the lift stabilizers.”
So?”
The rods had been affected. One was bent slightly, pressed up against the bike’s body by the tilted position of the drunnel chambers. Reaching out a finger to point them out to Delia, he said, “These rods need to be replaced, too, or the exhaust will leak into the coolant system, and that’s an exothermic chemical reaction, which could be really dangerous. I hope the owner is aware...”
“He is,” a new voice spoke up. With a start, Peter straightened and stepped back, turning to see a man with sandy hair. He was of medium height and medium build, but he had a sharp, jutting chin, and his blue eyes were bright. He stood just a few feet away; Peter had been so engrossed in the magnecycle that he had not even heard the man approach. He took another step back, tense and nervous about how the man would feel about someone poking close to his bike.
But the corner of the stranger’s mouth was pulled into a smirk as he extended his arm for a handshake. “Name’s Tony,” he said. Peter tentatively returned his grip. “It took my regular mechanic four weeks of tests to figure out why she was running so roughly.” He gestured somewhat forlornly toward the bike, and Peter noticed an autoparts bag in his hand. He must have just bought the replacement drunnel heads. “Yet you take one look and figure it out in just ten seconds? That’s impressive.”
Delia stepped forward and clung to Peter’s arm, a coy smile on her face. “Peter’s a brilliant mechanic,” she told Tony, her voice dripping with pride. Warmth contested the nervousness coiled in Peter’s chest. He was unused to the compliments.
The man nodded amicably and asked, “A Heroes’ mechanic?”
Peter swallowed and said, “No, I just work part-time at a couple of shops. Nothing for Heroes, though.”
“Well,” Tony shrugged, raising his eyebrows, “with an eye like yours, you ought to apply for your license.”
Peter said nothing, for he really wanted nothing to do with the Heroes, but Delia eagerly piped up, “Does it pay well?”
Tony laughed heartily as he packed his shopping bag into a compartment beneath his bike’s seat. “Aye, they make a killing off of all the Heroes up in the Council. It’s not a bad gig, if you can get it.”
“I don’t have a sponsor,” Peter finally cut in, gripping Delia’s fingers hard enough that she looked up at him reproachfully. He silently willed her to keep her mouth shut.
“You don’t necessarily need one,” Tony replied lightly. “I think they open applications every two years to apprentices all across the galaxy, too.”
I can’t afford the entry fee, anyway, Peter thought, wishing the man would drop it.
Yanking her hand out of Peter’s grip, Delia told the man, “That’s wonderful news! Peter will definitely apply for it!”
“Maybe,” Peter hurriedly put in, snatching Delia’s hand again. “Uh, good luck with your bike. Don’t use synthetic lubricant for the drunnel heads. It mucks things up in the long run. Come on, Delia...”
Tony waved genially as the two strode briskly down the street. Pursing her lips, Delia huffed, “What is with you!?”
“I can’t afford to apply as a Heroes’ mechanic!” Peter hissed evasively.
“But that guy said they make a lot of money!”
“I don’t want to do it, alright?” he snapped, hating himself for stopping to check out the bike in the first place. “Will you just drop it?”
“You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Delia snorted. Peter slowed his earnest pace and let out a long sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he grumbled. “Come on, before the park fills up.”
She hooked her arm in his, cuddling close again. Peter glanced back once, still unsettled at having been so unaware of the man’s approach while engrossed in the bike. Tony stood by his bike, smoking a cigarette and watching them leave. That nervousness crept back into Peter’s mind, and he quickened his pace infinitesimally. Illustration
~
Carmen strode down the quiet corridors in the Blancandrin Research Building. His friend down in forensics, Theo Dore, had served the Council for almost his entire life. The Heroes blood in the Dore family was beginning to fade, and Theo was the first one who opted out of any training, even as a sidekick. Out of respect to his family, he had been given the chance to still work for the Council. Ever since he’d been granted access to the Council, Carmen had made a concerted effort to befriend everyone who worked there, those with power and those, like Theo, who had little to no power left at all. His efforts paid off for when he needed a discrete favor, like now.
When he reached Theo’s lab, Carmen knocked quietly. The door cracked open, and Theo’s pale blue eyes peered out for a second. Upon recognizing the Hero, Theo pulled the door open and hastily waved him inside.
“Your message said it was urgent,” Carmen began.
“Yes,” Theo whispered, though it was clear there was no one else in the lab. He bustled across the cramped space toward the only workspace devoid of any clutter. “You know that glove that you sent to me last week to get a DNA sample?”
“Did you get Wraith’s DNA?” Carmen asked, reining in his enthusiasm. He would leave that to Celeste, if there was anything of note.
Theo looked up at Carmen with a timid glance. “That’s... Well, that’s why I asked you to come here discretely. I... You know my position, Carmen. I’m in the Council by the grace of the Heroes. Running this sample without due cause was illegal, and I don’t want to get mixed up in more, and... I haven’t told anyone, not a single person, and no one knows I ran the sample, and... and we’re friends, you and I, and—”
“Who is he?” Carmen asked quietly, interrupting Theo’s nervous tittering. After a brief moment of hesitation, Theo reached out toward the display panel on the desk and pulled up a digital profile. Carmen leaned close to read the cramped sans serif font.
His entire body went cold.
After a few silent minutes, he slowly straightened, his mind racing. Celeste’s persistence had not been in vain, but despite her acuity, not even she would have guessed this.
With his eyes still riveted on the screen, Carmen asked tightly, “You’re certain you’re the only person who has seen this? There are no copies of this where someone could stumble across it?”
Theo nodded emphatically. “I’m the only one who knows. I don’t want to get mixed up in Council politics, Carmen. I don’t want my name associated with any of this. I am deeply grateful for my place here even though I am powerless, and—”
“I understand, Theo,” Carmen interrupted. Slowly, resolutely, he reached out and hit the Delete option, wiping the data from existence. “This stays between us. If this information got into the wrong hands... into Celeste’s hands... Well, let’s just say she would take political advantage of it.”
“I don’t want to get mixed up in Council politics,” Theo quailed.
Carmen patted his shoulder reassuringly. Without another word, he turned and left the lab.
~
Peter and Delia spent the afternoon walking around Chalde Amusement Park, admiring the side shows and playing in the game stalls. At the laser gun shooting gallery, Peter managed to win Delia a stuffed penguin that was nearly as tall as she was, though he was tasked with carrying it around everywhere under his arm. As the sun neared the horizon, they strolled along the busy paths with ice cream cones. Clinging to Peter’s arm, Delia led the conversation, crooning over the blooming flowers, laughing at chittering squirrels, and otherwise allowing Peter to dwell on his own thoughts. Quite suddenly, Delia veered across him onto a gravel path.
“Oh, what a pretty garden!” she gasped, dragging him into the colorful landscaping. The path was lined with stones and flowers, and a hundred square feet of well-manicured lawn stretched out over the small hill. “I always wanted to live in a nice place with a garden,” Delia went on. “Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty,” Peter sniffed noncommittally, for he had never cared about flowers.
“Oh, it’s got a photo trellis!” Delia exclaimed, hastily darting beneath the delicate, silver arch. “Come on, come on!” she implored as she pressed her Kyp against the activation node. Peter watched her enthusiasm with a smile. Anything to make you happy, he thought, and he obligingly stepped beneath the arch and pulled her close. They both smiled up at the camera lens that protruded from its hidden stalk among the flower beds beside the gravel. When it beeped its completion, Delia stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
“Now I can remember this perfect day,” she said as the picture transferred into her Kyp account. She beamed exultantly as she pulled it up on her wrist display. “And look, it didn’t get anyone in the background!” she cooed as they continued down the gravel path. “This is one of the best photo trellises I’ve ever seen!”Illustration She paused and then smirked. “Almost like the one in that park where I rescued you!” she went on coyly, elbowing him.
He could not remember there being a photo trellis there. Nonetheless, Peter snorted, “I wouldn’t go as far as to say ‘rescue,’ but...”
“Are you kidding? You were completely passed out!” Delia laughed. “You could have gotten mugged by a villain or something.” She went silent for a moment and glanced sideways at him. “You know, you still haven’t told me why you were in that park.”
Peter descried a round stone that had been dislodged from its decorative patch lining the gravel, and he toed it back among its brethren. “Long day.”
Delia pouted at him. “But what happened, baby?” she pressed. “You never tell me what happens in your life. I thought you loved me.”
That’s why I don’t tell you, Peter thought, gritting his teeth.
She stopped in the middle of the small garden, her limpid green eyes glimmering at him reproachfully. “I’m always there for you, aren’t I?” she plied. “I just worry about you, babe.”
“I told you when we met,” Peter muttered crossly, his eyes darting around for any listeners. “I said I’d never tell you everything. I do dangerous work. I’m not going to involve you in it.”
She had a sneer on her face as she replied, “You also swore you’d never fall in love.”
Peter said nothing as he turned and left the small photo garden, scowling. Frustration writhed within him as Delia’s flip-flops clapped against the steel in his wake. Her silence was the worst thing in the world. Was she mad at him? Would she leave him? He just wanted to protect her.
Or maybe I don’t really trust her as much as I thought, a small voice wriggled in the back of his mind. A pang of guilt seized him at the idea. He had trusted her before—why could he not trust her with this? Was it unfair to keep her in the dark even if he demanded her help and support?
If it keeps her safe, he decided, though doubt weighed on him.
They had just exited the park’s gates when Delia spoke up again. With no segue, she huffed, “I think it’s absolutely cruel that you would lie to me every day by not telling me what you do!”
Peter stopped up short and spun to face her. “Lie?” he protested. He had made pains to do quite the opposite!
Her face scrunched up as her cheeks turned red. “I have loved you and trusted you up to now, but... but...” She suddenly sniffed, tears welling up in her emerald eyes, and she turned away so that a curtain of red hair hid her face. “You don’t trust me. You don’t love me!”
“Delia, I—” Peter hastily looked around at the other park-goers slowly trickling out, and he lowered his voice. “When I asked for your help a few days ago—I trusted you with that! And you know I’m... working toward a... goal.” He stammered, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He did not trust her! Never had it pained him so, but he did not trust her! Gritting his teeth, he pressed, “And I do love you! I do!”
Her shoulders began to shake as she started weeping, and Peter’s soul keened in anguish. “You don’t!” she cried, drawing a few eyes. “If you did, you would tell me everything!”
“Delia,” Peter whispered, grasping her hand in his, “I love you more than anyone in the Nine Hundred Galaxies. But I can’t tell you everything... I... I don’t want to put you in harm’s way. Please, I need you to understand.”
She turned her tear-stained face up to him, her eyes big and watery. “If you love me, you won’t keep secrets from me. But if you can’t be open with me, I can’t... I don’t think I can keep this up.” With a sob, she yanked her hand out of his grip and walked away.
The sudden, familiar desolation of abandonment reared up inside of Peter like a black wave before he managed to quell it with anger. Spinning, he caught up with Delia and hissed, “I told you I love you. I bend over backwards to make you happy. I even went on this stupid date with you! Why can’t I have this one thing for myself!?”
“You clearly don’t know how relationships work, do you?” she huffed with a bit more composure, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve. “Both parties must always be open and honest. If you can’t tell me what you’re actually doing, then for all I know, you’re doing other women.”
“I’m not cheating on you!” Peter snapped, drawing a few eyes again. He lowered his voice to a growl as the two of them continued down the cramped streets of the Chaldean sector. “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, Delia. I don’t love anyone else—I don’t even like anyone else. Just you. What do I have to do to make you believe that?”
She lifted her chin and declared intransigently, “You could tell me everything. And if you can’t, I’m leaving.”
Peter stepped in front of her to force her to stop. “You would leave?” he snapped in disbelief. “Just like that?”
Tears began to fill her eyes again, but her face was set as she nodded resolutely. She said not another word as she stepped around him and continued down the street.
Peter stood where he was, the giant stuffed penguin still under his arm. His anger began to wilt before his fear. Delia did not even look back as she strode down the street. She would really leave him? This whole time, he thought she would leave if she knew what his ultimate goals were—she still might. But if he did not tell her, she would leave anyway.
He felt torn in two. He had lost, either way. But one way still gave him a chance.
He spun and ran after Delia, ignoring the muttered curses in his wake as people had to dodge out of the way. When he caught up, he grabbed her hand again, pulling her around to face him.
“I love you,” he pressed. “And I’ll tell you everything. Just not out here.” He gestured to the busy mall street that they had been strolling down earlier that morning. “I’ll tell you everything when we get home,” he promised, squeezing her fingers imploringly. “I swear. Anything you want to know. Just please don’t leave.”
That angelic smile lit her face again, and everything was right with the world once more.
~
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2020.10.25 04:50 missbigsexy I just need to rant

I haven't been happy in months. I got a great first job over the summer and then my amazing owners sold the place to a lawyer couple so they coupd retire. This couple was so nice and they chose me and my best friend (who I got hired there) to be their right hand ladies while they were getting used to everything. This new couple has never owned a restaurant before, and they were rich lawyers based in a big town a whole state over, so they did not know what they were doing. My best friend and I (both 16) literally guided them the whole way to becoming educated business owners. I loved it, I am the type of person who loves having responsibilities, it helps me distract myself when im stressed out and I love being busy. The day after my boyfriend left me for college, on the way to work, I zoned out while driving and cause a wreck, me and the other party were both fine but I really messed up our cars. I had T-boned her going fast on the highway and I was so scared. I thought I had killed this lady and I was mortified that I might have possibly been responsible for someone losing their loved one. She was okay in the end when someone finally let me know how she was doing, but both of our cars were totalled. I drove myself to school and work everyday so this was a really big inconvenience. I worked 26+ hours a week on top of school and extra curriculars to save up for a new car. My entire life was school and work work work. My bosses were who are lawyers really helped me out. They walked me through the insurance process and the husband even went to court with me. They offered me so much help and I was very grateful to them. I had only worked there for three months when they bought the place and I got into my wreck 2 weeks after. I still never missed a shift, always there early, trained 4 new people, came to help my boss update websites when I wasn't even scheduled to work, took care of product orders, I literally dedicated all of my free time to pay them back for their help. The whole time I was dependent on my best friend who worked with me for rides to school in the morning to work in the afternoon and then home at around 9:30 every night. I was with her 24/7 and I am forever grateful for how much she helped me. I was so indebted to her that I would bite my tongue every time she insulted me and belittled me at work even tho we started at the same time and I was even given a raise first (which I didn't mention to her until she brought it up first because she got a raise too eventually). I am an anxious person so every time she would make fun of me, I just laughed it off because im non-confrontational. But after the first month of dependency on her, I was so sick of having to be around her everyday. But I couldn't get a car until I saved enough money, and now luckily I have a nice newer car than before so I don't have to depend on her for anything anymore. It took me a month and a half to finally find a car, and unfortunately it was 11k more than my first one. I have to pay for the note and insurance now which is roughly $300 a month, so I have been working almost every waking hour besides the time I am at work, and on my days off I have to do community service to make up for the ticket I got from the wreck. I haven't had any free time to do anything I enjoy, and it's really taken a toll on my mental health. But it's okay because I still loved my job. Until my boss hired some older people who felt entitled enough to not listen to me when I was training them. They would tell my boss I was being disrespectful to them if I asked them if they had restocked and they would tell me "I don't need help" when I would give them advice. I will admit, I am a really intimidating person but I know all too well from working with my best friend how it feels when someone acts superior over someone who probably knows what theyre doing. I was super nice about everything I said to them and they told my boss that I was rude and disrespectful, so my boss gave me and my best friend a very lengthy talk about how we need to respect everyone and "be nice or leave". Luckily, I didn't have to work with them a lot, so it wasn't that big of a problem to me. However, the older lady that caused all of this got her step-daughter and her step-daughter's husband a job there and I had to work with them quite often. The first night I had to work with the step-daughter was awful, I told her a little helpful tip while we were cooking and her whole demeanor changed from a friendly co-worker to an entitled karen. She went off on me about how she was a "professional chef" and wasnt going to take advice from "a little girl." I was shocked and my face showed it, she told me that I could go ahead and tell our boss because "she knew what she was getting into" when she hired her. So after we left, I called my boss to tell her what happened and she told me that it wasn't my job to tell someone what to do. That girl had been working there for a week and a half and i got in trouble for trying to give her some advice. During the time that my boss hired these other people, she had slowly started taking away my best friend's and my responsibilities and giving them to the new hires. I couldn't believe that she would give up on me and my best friend for these new people when we had helped her so much. So I quit. It was hard because I loved the place and my other coworkers and I got paid good, but I was already under so much stress I wasnt going to work some place where I got no recognition. My other friend ended up getting me a job at her work and I started two days ago right after my two weeks ended and it's been great. Since I don't work with my best friend anymore, we've been trying to hang out during our new free time and she's recently been dating this guy that used to go to our school and she said she really liked him. I was so happy for her because she had previously been in a really toxic relationship and it had ruined her idea of love. But now she was with a new boy who was good to her and I was sure it was going to work out nice for at least a while. Until she came into the restaurant we worked at one night during my two weeks with a random guy who had been hitting on her for a while. I was shocked because she was going on a date with not her boyfriend. I asked her about it and she insisted it wasn't a date and that her boyfriend was okay with it which I couldn't understand because I would be very upset if my boyfriend did that. Oh wait he did go on a breakfast date which he said wasn't a date with his roommates girlfriend. We had a very long conversation with it and we worked it out. So I can understand when two people of opposite sexes hang out with each other and it's totally platonic. But this was different because I know this guy had a huge crush on my best friend. I just kept my mouth shut about it and the next day, what would you know. My best friend tells me that her boyfriend is mad at her for "no reason." I told her that it was definitely because she went on a date and entertained another guy, but she refused to accept that that was the reason. This was all in the past week, and yesterday she invited me to go eat with one of our mutual friends and I was obviously down for that so I went. But before we went to the restaurant she was like we have to wait for (the guy who she went on a date with that wasn't her boyfriend) to get here. I was like what he's coming, and she was like yea I invited him. the whole time we were eating they were touching each other and literally holding hands at one point and I was shocked. Her and her boyfriend have kept it super lowkey that they were dating so it's not public knowledge and theres no way that guy would know unless my best friend had told him, but she knowingly flirted and went on a date again with this guy while her and her boyfriend were still together. The next morning, I asked what was up with that and she was like "my boyfriend hasn't been texting me because hes still mad at me" and I brought up how her and that guy were all over each other while her and her boyfriend were still dating and she did the shit she always does where she refuses to accept blame and twist the situation around to make her the good guy. Somehow she mad me seem like the bad guy in this situation and I just left her on read because I couldn't handle her drama. I told my boyfriend all of this the night it had happened, and he was just as shocked as me that she cheated on her boyfriend. My boyfriend and I are best friends too so we always tell each other everything and today at lunch I told him that I had a conversation with my ex boyfriend at the last football game because he was visiting his family (who was also there when we had the conversation) before he went off to the air force. Another thing to know is that we go to the same church so I would be seeing him Sunday, and his family also gave me advice and helped me get ready for court so I kind of owe them. So when my ex said hey to me at the game with his family I responded and we had some small talk. So I told my boyfriend and he said that I was just a bad as my best friend for doing that because he considered it disrespectful. I couldn't believe he got upset over that. He said he didn't understand why I didn't just ignore him and not talk to him. I worded it in a way when I told my boyfriend about it that it seemed like it was just us talking, so he said he would've just ignored his ex and walked away. I told him that i'm not a rude person and he couldn't understand why I didn't just walk away. I later mentioned that his family was there and they helped me after my wreck and then he was okay with it but I couldn't believe that he just called me a cheater for no reason so we talked about that and I brought up times he did in fact talk to his exes or hang out with random girls at college with his roommate that's definitely a player, and he told me that he wasn't going to let me make him the bad guy. So I just apologized for being rude, and selfish, and trying to make him the bad guy, and betraying his trust. After I texted him that, I told him that I was just going to get ready for work and that I would text him later. This isn't the first time that he's gotten mad at me for stuff that made him insecure and he had a bad previous relationship that made him develop serious trust issues which I completely understand and try to help him through, but its also mentally taxing on me to know that the man im so deeply in love with will never be able to fully trust me even though I have done nothing to give him reason not to trust me. I have never told him that it makes me upset because I know he cant help it and that we just have to work on it together, but it just makes me so sad. These past 2 and a half months have been the hardest of my life. I lost my car and developed PTSD from my wreck so I cant drive past a red light without having a panic attack. I lost a great job and have to start all over again building up a good reputation with new owners and coworkers. I have to budget an already low income so I can keep my car and be able to go to school and work. My rank dropped from number 2 in my class to number 3. My boyfriend is at college so we have to make a long distance relationship work and we have a lot of miscommunication which makes it hard. My best friend has lowered my self esteem and all of my other friends have their own friend groups that causes me to always be a second choice. I started making furniture for my room at the beginning of quarantine but then my dad got hurt and we haven't made any progress in months so my room is a mess and I dont have the motivation to clean it so coming home to a dirty unfinished room depresses me at night. And I quit sports for work so i'm gaining weight which is something ive developed serious self image problems over. Nothing in my life is going right and I have had depression and anxiety since I was 13. Needless to say, I have been in the worst headspace recently and I could not be having a worse time update: just typed this all out in the shower and my boyfriend just snapchatted me telling me he wasnt okay, so I have to end this little pity party and go attend to the emotions and feelings of others while repressing my own until the next cry session
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2020.10.25 03:48 throway60000 I (21m) need advice for messaging a guy (20m) and having confidence

I am currently in the closet however a few months ago I got extremely drunk and came out of the closet to this really cute guy from my hometown. We talked for a few days and he offered to give me a blowjob. We met the day after and went out I ended up getting too nervous to get hard, he wasn’t upset about it at all but I was really embarrassed.
He messaged me again like a month ago and said that we should try again, but we live several hours apart so it’s a little harder to meet up. I’ve been crushing on this guy for a long time and I really want to message him again and try to talk more often, I just don’t know if he’s only interested in a hook up or if he would be interested in a date or something along those lines.
I feel very nervous when I talk to him because I feel like he’s of out of my league, sadly I think the best I’ve done texting him was when I was piss drunk and flirty that first night.
If you guys can give me any advice or share some tips with me on how to improve I would greatly appreciate it.
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2020.10.25 03:26 kfuddyduddy I’ve been out of the dating world a while

So, I’ll try to make this brief. About a year ago I matched with this guy “x” on a dating site. We had talked here and there and never met up. I ended up in a relationship so we’d occasionally talk but never anything other than catching up. Fast forward. I’m out of my relationship. And I initiate hanging out with this guy for the first time. We have hung out a few times and the vibe is immaculate. He’s quite a slow replier and has cancelled our plans two nights in a row due to him being sick. I’m trying not to be insane and check his socials every few hours to see if he’s actively posting. Any tips for how to not be crazy and obsessing over things that don’t matter?? I automatically assume this means he’s uninterested and feel like I’m going to sabotage the whole thing. Any advice please.
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2020.10.25 01:41 BenSova Widgy v1.1 Has Been Released!

Widgy v1.1 bringing a good morning that’s sideways, a battery that changes color and more happiness to us.
Excited? I hope so, I was when I got my hands on v1.1 for the first time!
The time you’ll get the update is the same as v1.0 where it will depend on where you are in the world and it will slowly roll out.
In addition to that, I will start accepting submissions to the 2020-2 Widgy Competition soon (maybe today or tomorrow or later) since now the live timer bug is gone in the iOS betas and Widgy.
I don’t really want to rewrite the release notes, so here’s what I gave you before...

Good Morning and Welcome to Widgy v1.1

Morning, Afternoon and Evening? Yeah! They are new data sources now. So, now, you can't constantly bug me about it! But, more importantly, now, your phone can tell you good morning and good evening, in your own style.

Rotated and Out-of-bounds Elements

You can now rotate anything, from text to bar charts. What more? You can now move part of an (or a whole) element outside of the Widgy, so only part of it appears in the widgy. So, you could hide the other bar of your battery bar chart under the side of your Widgy.

Single Segment Charts

Okay, fine, you got me. I lied. I didn't crop my wallpaper to get a single segment battery chart. But, why waste my time on those tiny things? So, yes, you get battery, disk space free/used, memory free/used, brightness and volume in one segment for both circle and bar charts. You're welcome.

FAQ TAB!!!

Of course, this is how I wanted to start the post, but I also didn't want to lose you guys. There's now an FAQ tab in Widgy. If you think no one could be excited for this, you don't know me that well. By the way, this is another way of saying, go read the FAQ (it's really fun) before you post!

More Gradient Modes

You already have linear gradients and your three different reversed linear gradients, but where's the other gradients? Like, where's the angular and angular reversed, maybe even radial mirrored A and B? Well, now you get angular and radial gradients with all the reversed and mirrored options that the linear already has. I doesn't sound crazy now, but I was playing with them realizing how many crazy ideas you come up with, that I decided not to doubt anything.

More Info Sources (Alternative to HealthKit, Device Details, etc.)

Now you got your steps, floors, and distance, as we slowly try to get back HealthKit functionality. Along with a whole bunch of device details like your device's iOS/iPadOS version, device name and model. Oh, yeah and volume. (I almost posted with volume in there...) Simple right? Oops, I forgot Wifi and cell traffic sources for charts.

Stack Bars in a Bar Chart

I honestly have no idea why this exists. But, it's another bar chart format for you guys, so be happy. It probably would look really cool if you could find a good use to it.

Aspect Fit for Images (in addition to Fill)

Now, you can scale your images to fit a frame, instead of just fill it.

Web URL and Random from Album Image Source

For images, you can now ping a web data source for your images. This is technically the first look at custom web apis....
You can also now get a random image from a specific album. That's pretty cool, too.

Other Bug Fixes

And here's everything else I got to lazy to explain...
App Icon Chooser on iPad - Alternating Coloring Method for Charts - The missing Tip Jar - Widgy Export Failing sometimes - Removed Clipboard Data Source - Corner Radius in Manage Tab Assignment Screen - more proper widget fetching - Add Purchase Button in Manage Tab - improved icon picker and other settings design - full screen privacy prompt - improved "how to assign widget" flow - added manage permissions in the Settings tab - replaced some of the in-app icons with more fitting icons - fixed app links (MealDB and NASA APOD data is tappable on the actual widget) - imported Widgys can be directly edited - don't list details of hidden elements in full screen widget preview - possible fix for limited photos access

Release Notes

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2020.10.25 00:50 Conscious-Tangerine7 Need advice. I am the clean/organized partner, and bf is the disorganized partner. We live together. How to meet in the middle?

Hi Reddit,
My bf and I have been living together for just over a year now. I knew he was messy when we were dating. But since I love cleaning/organizing- I didn't see it as a major issue. I could tell he tried to pick up after himself the first few months we lived together, but a year in he has gone back to his normal habits. He has his own office and bathroom and both are not just disorganized but dirty as well. I do the cleaning when I see the need, and he has offered to hire cleaners (since he doesn't like cleaning) but has yet to actually set a date for them to come. The rest of the apartment is clean because I am constantly cleaning it.
I'm asking how you guys get your s/o to be cleaner. The bathroom smells like straight up urine 24/7 and he never cleans it. He knows I can't stand it too. It stinks up the whole hallway when the door is left open. Good thing I have my own (clean) bathroom. His office is also dirty from a lot of trash (sometimes), and the closet needs a good cleaning/organization day as well. Mind you- yes I like cleaning but I can tell it annoys him when I go in and try to clean while he is gaming.(understandable) We are trying to compromise in figuring out a day for us to clean that room out together, as I have already cleaned/organized the rest of the apartment and that is the last messy room.
I have a bad feeling he will always have these dirty/messy habits and we are approaching our 30s so that worries me. Any Advice/tips are greatly appreciated. The last thing I want to be is the annoying gf who needs everything clean, but he knows that it also destresses me greatly; however I wish he tried to at least pick up after himself more, esp. keeping bathroom urine smell free. It makes me worried that if we have kids in the future that I will be doing all the cleaning for everyone; that's just too much. ha.
TL;DR: Bf is messy and I am organized; How to compromise when living together
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2020.10.25 00:40 InternalThinker I believe i have a troubled personality, and I'd like some outside advice.

Note: This is going to be a long one and involve a lot of somewhat intimate details, which is why i am using a throwaway.
So to start, my reason for posting here is that i feel i really need some outside opinions on how to proceed with improving myself. My therapist is an amazing guy, but whenever I've tried to bring up a topic such as this, i just never am able to articulate it properly and because of that he's unable to give me any suggestions on the topic. I'm a much better writer than a speaker, i think, and i hope maybe I'll be able to get some good advice that will help me change my outlook of myself. Sorry for this being so long.
I've been to therapists (and still have contact with one should something come up), and have taken depression medication in the past after being diagnosed with depression as a child. I used to struggle a lot more with myself than i have now, to the point where i used to have suicidal thoughts. I've not had these thoughts in a long time, and my mood has improved significantly, so i definitely think I'm okay now, or at least much better off.
Growing up, in elementary school, i vaguely remember being bullied because of my rosy cheeks (Rosacea) and overactive personality (to say the least). I was constantly trying to garner attention from other kids, often in very gross and crazy ways, because i suppose i was just too hyper and didn't know how to socialize normally (I've always had suspicion that i have ADHD, but never confirmed). I also never was able to focus in school, or get myself to study and do homework, as i would constantly get distracted and daydream instead. My abilities in math have greatly suffered from that, to the point that i can barely answer basic math question still to this day. Besides that i know there's still room for me to improve in other subjects, though i have a good grasp on them as somehow i was able to garner enough information over the years that stuck with me. Perhaps that's why I'm not doing too bad in college right now.
Anyways, i eventually switched to a online school around 7th grade. Now, I'm going to be honest (this isn't something I'm proud of) and say that i often cheated, because i never was able to focus on the classes (still) nor remember the content even if i did try to focus. In high school i started doing a lot more of my own work, but i continued to cheat still especially in math class which i struggled in due to never focusing. I'm in college now, having just started my first semester, and I'm glad to say that i have not resorted to cheating, and i am trying my hardest to avoid falling back into it. But i am very concerned with how well i will do once i start the next semester and start receiving harder courses, especially because as of now i do not have a math class that i am taking because they didn't have it available for this semester. I've bought a couple books to improve myself in the subject, but i highly struggle with actually remembering anything i learn about it. (perhaps someone has any tips?)
With some basic background out of the way, i suppose now i should explain the other main reason for posting this. I often find myself wishing that i could trade my personality to have the personality that i see of my peers (I know, everyone is different, and this is unrealistic, but i still find myself thinking I'm more troubled mentally than others i see... It's not exactly great on my mood). I still struggle to this day with my social life. I only have one good friend who lives far enough away that i can't see him physically much at all (though we spend a decent amount of time talking online... though as of recently i feel as if even that friendship is starting to slide, perhaps because for a while i was way too rambunctious while taking the meds), and i feel he's very much like me in regards to what troubles him. I do not have a girlfriend, though i often find myself longing to date. You're only young once, you know? I'm always afraid of wasting that previous time away.
See, to this day i still struggle with preventing myself from getting wild. I don't do disgusting things anymore, and i very much have a high regard for fellow humans, it pains me if i upset someone. But i still can't make jokes without saying something very weird or out of the blue (making a reference to a book or something so spontaneously people look at me funny thinking i must be nuts), and i often can't help but to insert jokes and constantly try to garner attention (it's almost impulsive). It's almost like I'm desperate for human connection, and while i can control it somewhat, i always slip up. And often i might inadvertently insult someone because the jokes spews out of my mouth before i even think about it. That combined with my lack of confidence, lack of experience in a social environment, and it's a combination set for disaster. I don't want to be introverted, but i often find myself crawling back into a shell because of disappointment in myself.
I really want to start opening up and communicating with people and make connections... As for starting small I think i need to build more confidence for myself, learn to smile, engage with gals and also those who i wish to be friends with more, although thanks to covid i haven't been able to start trying that (and who knows if i ever will be able to manage to garner enough confidence to put those plans into action), and i still am having trouble overcoming my impulsiveness.
I'd like to mention that even hobbies that I've always been interested in learning have been hard to keep focus on. For example programming, which I've taken a very long "break" from and just haven't done anything serious with. About the only thing I've found that has stuck with me all this years is my love for a good story, perhaps because of the escapism that a story offers.
As i mentioned, i took medication for depression starting back when i was around 16, and up until this year actually. I've gotten off of it (Prozac) because i felt as if it was only adding to my rambunctious behavior when i was around my friend (who doesn't really mind my crazy behavior, and sometimes even helps us both to get some fun out of it), and others. I also really just did not like the idea of taking a chemical that is designed to mess with my head (I don't need to be any more crazy, thank you! :D), and i told my doctor i would prefer to try more natural alternatives (He did seem receptive to it, though he told me plain and clear it was murky waters).
As for alternatives to the medication, I've started taking a natural herbal extract called St. Johns Wort, which i believe if it's not a placebo, it does seem to be working (and in the end, i guess it doesn't matter so long as i see some benefits). I've also been trying really hard to start getting onto a regular sleep schedule (i often slip up and end up getting to sleep late at around 1 or 1:30, though i suppose it's still better than what i did before). Since my childhood i had a habit of staying up very late, sometimes all the way until morning in order to read books or do programming, seeing as i never found enough time during the day. I don't know about ADHD related symptoms, but i know depression can be heavily affected by sleep. I've also been getting more sunlight and at least trying to talk to more people, though I've had no successes so far in making more long-term friends (except i suppose online, where I've made at least acquaintances, though i struggle with connecting with them ), partly because i haven't gained the confidence to go out and do new activities, and i also haven't had many chances thanks to covid.

If nothing else, i appreciate being able to get this off my chest. It's sometimes hard to make sense of my own thoughts and by writing this i feel as if I've gotten a lot of weight out of my head.
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2020.10.25 00:23 Kobrabilities I (21M) am struggling to cope with my girlfriend (20F) going out to clubs and etc. Trust issues.

I've never really posted anywhere on reddit, but I've been struggling with trust a lot in my last couple relationships. I think its just because you hear so many things about people cheating even though I've personally never really been cheated on. My girlfriend and I met on tinder in March and started dating in August. She wanted to take things super slow and she's very inexperienced sexually and emotionally. I have quite a bit of experience in both and we're both okay knowing each other's history. So before COVID she liked to go out to the clubs with her friends when she lived in the dorms, and I've never been a very big alcohol or party person and neither was she until her freshman year which was this last year. There was also a time before we were technically official in late July where she still had tinder downloaded, when I had deleted it months earlier and she knew that and she was still actively chatting with guys, but telling me that we were together (we had been "talking" and going on dates for 4 or 5 months, we just weren't "dating"). I've tried to put that situation behind us and I think I've gotten over it for the most part. So I think the main things that make me worried sometimes are 1) clubs and that atmosphere 2) alcohol 3) and that situation. We've been dating now for 2 months and I want to be okay with letting her go out whenever the clubs open back up and she goes back to school. We've talked about going out together and she's said that she wants me to go, but I don't know if I'll want to go all the time. I also sometimes worry about something happening even when she says she's just going to a friend's house. I really don't have a reason to not trust her besides that situation I talked about above. I feel like as we've gotten closer I've trusted her more but I just have these mini panic attacks whenever she does anything that is out of her normal routine.
Any advice for getting better at trusting?
TLDR: how to get better at trusting girlfriend when she wants to go out with friends or just hangout with people?
Edit: maybe I should be more clear... I WANT to trust her to go out by herself eventhough right now I would be worried the whole time. Any tips on how to be more comfortable on a night she goes out?

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2020.10.24 23:56 throwAwayLonelyGuy30 I will probably never have experienced any love at all until I someday die and it feels horrible

I've thought about doing a post for a long time now but never have seen any possible benefit. I guess now I just want to finally vent this off my chest.
First a bit of backstory: I (30 male) have been single for my entire life. Until a few month ago, I had no problems with that as I was a happy single that did not need a partner to be happy. I focused on my work, hobbies, family and friends and was just happy. I convinced myself sometime during puberty that this whole "love" thing is just not for me and kept going with it (one reason being that I already knew that I will not be able to deal with this stuff, others being the typical low-confidence stuff, having had only bad experiences with girls and the fear of women destroying my life when I let my guard down). But now that I have turned thirty I started to become lonely. Very very lonely. And the more I think about the topic of relationships, the lonelier I become. I guess I never really thought about this topic until recently, and now I am jailed in this vicious loop of bad thoughts. I have finally started seeking out a partner (about two months ago), but did not have any success and it just makes me more unhappy and lonely the more effort I put into it.
So, As I write this I am currently somewhat drunk and at the loneliest that I've ever been until now. Just came back from a night at the bar without talking to anyone (again) and just drinking my beer. I've tried to follow the online-tips: I've come early, sat at the middle of the bar, tried to talk to the barkeeper(s). But they were too busy mixing drinks for any talk, and then sat there alone for 6 hours just drinking my beer and (hopelessly) trying to seek out anyone to talk to. The seats around me were empty the entire night and there just were no single people to talk to, everyone comes in a group or as a pair and kept to them-self in isolation. There just was no talking to anyone. I guess meeting new people at the bar just does not work.
I have also tried online dating, but so far of the dozens of women I have written to, only one replied. I have taking her out to a nice restaurant and had a very nice talk with her, but now she uses every excuse to deny any further meetings without actually telling me to go away. I guess she was just in it for the free meal or did find me unattractive during the date? Either way, I don't believe I will see her ever again. Which is a shame, I thought we connected nicely. Online-dating will otherwise probably not really work for me because I live in a semi-small town of ~200k people, most sites only have about two dozen profiles available in my town. And most of these women are "athletic" or "slim" in build while I myself am rather overweight, so that's not going to happen. (I am trying to lose weight, with some success. But that will still probably take another half-a-year until I'm in shape and I don't think I will last that long mentally.)
The women at work are all either married or in a relationship, the only singles at work are a few guys. I also tried to find someone through hobbies, but none of my hobbies are social ones. The only group in my town for one of my hobbies is 100% guys. Also no luck with sports-groups or the gym as I am not really the athletic type and just come of as the one loser-guy that is way worse out of shape then any of the other people in the group.
I also rarely received love from my parents. Most of the time it felt just like we were some random people living together. They did raise me and thought me stuff, but mostly by drilling it into me and yelling at me. I stopped having any physical intimacy (like hugging) with my family when I was about 8, even though at the time I did not realize it. So I never really learned how to be close to someone or how to show affection other then doing work for someone. I'm not putting any blame on my parents, I don't think they really learned it them-self either. I'm just noticing this when I compare myself with others.
My rational self is telling me that I need to be more patient (while my few friends tell me I should not be having any problems finding someone), but there is suddenly (since a few months now) this suffocating loneliness that gets worse every week. How do I deal with this horrible new feeling of loneliness? The only way that I see is forward, trying with all my might to find someone (which I know will never happen) and then in a few months when I cannot deal with this feeling anymore putting a bullet in my head or whatever. I don't know if it will actually come to that, but I feel horrible and it only gets worse. Is it too much to ask to just be able to hold someone or be close to someone even just once in my life?!
Most of the time I am not really feeling like I am part of humanity at all and that the rest of humanity has just excluded me. I am just a machine in some office doing the work I'm supposed to do for my company, and if I want to be anything more then a functioning machine I will get punished for it.
Again, I am not really looking for any help. I don't think there is anything left to try. I will probably die alone without ever being close with anyone and there is nothing I can do about it. I just want someone to know about my (sad and pathetic) little story, even if it is in anonymity. I just want this off my chest.
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2020.10.24 22:25 Older_and_Wiser_Now Joe Biden ignored the pressure Hunter's presence would have on Ukrainian prosecutors, because HUNTER was the SON OF THE 2ND MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE WORLD- Detailed Timeline of Key Events in the Joe Biden - Hunter Biden - Ukraine-gate scandal

I've been literally spending the last week of my life trying to figure out how best to communicate the FACTS behind Joe Biden, Hunter Biden, and the REAL Ukrainegate (Hunter joined a company called Burisima owned by a corrupt oligarch, who was under investigation for money-laundering WHEN HUNTER JOINED THE BOARD OF THE COMPANY!!!) The more research I have performed, the more disgusted I am with the deeply cynical moves of the man who is likely going to become the next leader of the free world, Joe Biden, heaven help us all.
I have focused on using "credible sources", lol, such as the NYT and wsj.com to establish FACTS, a few times I use breitbart.com and foxnews.com for commentary, but only AFTER the facts have been established elsewhere. I'm putting the word "credible" in quotes because these sources are not at all credible to me, they are heavily biased to tell a narrative that favors the status quo, but that is beyond the scope of this essay. One exception: the testimony of former prosecutor Viktor Shokin, who was demonized by Joe Biden and fired from his job in order to obtain US aid -> my only source is foxnews.com because "credible" sources never let Shokin tell his side of the story.
To communicate the facts to you as simply as possible, here is the process I have followed:
1) produced a detailed timeline, complete with sources and quotes. But I was afraid of TL;DR, so I decided to publish that last.
2) produced a much simpler "overview" timeline that contains bullet points of key events, with links to sources but no quotes. It's easier to read, but more work for those who want to check sources for themselves.
3) Produced an even higher level, overview graphic image of the MOST IMPORTANT KEY EVENTS!!!
 
So, if you are a TL;DR type person ...
 
START HERE v v v v v v v
Pro Tip: START by looking at this overview graphic image of the MOST IMPORTANT KEY EVENTS!!!!
START HERE ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
 
... then you can expand your view, by looking at the Overview Timeline of Key Events in the Joe Biden - Hunter Biden - Ukraine-gate scandal, with bullet points of key events ...
(also, the overview document contains a preface that I have not reproduced here)
 
... and finally, you can continue reading THIS document, which contains the most detail of all three.
 
The TRUTH of the matter is, Joe Biden didn't lift a finger to stop Hunter Biden from serving on the board of a company whose owner was under investigation for money laundering. He ignored the pressure Hunter's presence would have on Ukrainian prosecutors who were involved in that case because Hunter was the son of perhaps the second most powerful man in the world.
Wouldn't any normal person believe that to go against Joe would incur his wrath, and that pursuing a corruption case against Hunter Biden's employer would essentially be going against Joe? Wouldn't it be a normal, human reaction for Ukrainian prosecutors to fear the power of Joe Biden, and as a result, make the case against Burisima Holdings go away?
I submit to you, in the borrowed words of James Comey,
"no reasonable prosecutor would bring such a case".
In the end, the case was not pursued, imagine that! What came after simply shocks me. Joe goes on to actually LECTURE Ukrainian Parliament about the need for THEM to cleanup corruption, and demanded changes to the prosecutors office. Guess how well that speech went over?
The only applause Vice President Joseph Biden Jr. got while he addressed the Ukrainian Parliament on Tuesday was when he berated Russia. That’s not hard: Russia’s venality — the seizure of Crimea and the support for separatists in eastern Ukraine — is a strong unifying force in Ukrainian politics. By contrast, Mr. Biden’s ardent talk of the need to put an end to Ukraine’s ubiquitous corruption and the power of its oligarchs was met with stony silence.
Sadly, the credibility of Mr. Biden’s message may be undermined by the association of his son with a Ukrainian natural-gas company, Burisma Holdings, which is owned by a former government official suspected of corrupt practices ... Burisma’s owner, Mykola Zlochevsky, has been under investigation in Britain and in Ukraine. It should be plain to Hunter Biden that any connection with a Ukrainian oligarch damages his father’s efforts to help Ukraine. This is not a board he should be sitting on.
As we all know now, Biden went even further ... he threatened to CANCEL a US aid package unless - and I still cannot get over this - unless the prosecutor who might have turned a blind eye to the corruption of Hunter Biden's company GOT FIRED. Joe Biden's FAMILY profits from the investigation being called off (to the tune of about $2.5 million), and THEN Joe Biden acts like a cruel bully, a tremendously POWERFUL bully to the prosecutor? IMHO, It's like putting out a hit job on the guy who saved your child from drowning. Who does that?
I submit to you, if Joe Biden cannot see the harm caused when Hunter joined the Board of Burisima, it is because he is intentionally putting blinders on and refusing to see it. Of course, "I didn't know" is a legally acceptable defense in our judicial system. So politicians actually have an incentive to turn a blind eye, or at least pretend to do so, when their relatives engage in influence peddling to the highest bidders.
 
Note: Events described in the timeline are all prior to the "October Surprise" leak of documents. So all the nonsense about whether those docs are "information" or "disinformation" has no bearing on what is contained on this timeline.
 

Detailed Timeline of Key Events in the Joe Biden - Hunter Biden - Ukraine-gate scandal

Jan 2009

  • Event: Joe Biden becomes Vice-President of the United States
  • Event: Sen. John Kerry serves as chair of the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations
 

June 2009

  • Event: Hunter Biden, Christopher Heinz, and Devon Archer found Rosemont Seneca Partners, an investment and advisory firm
  • Note: this is five months after the Obama/Biden administration takes power
  • Christopher Heinz is John Kerry’s stepson and an heir to the food-company fortune
  • Devon Archer is a wealthy investor, top Democratic campaign bundler, and close family friend of John Kerry
Source: newyorker.com
In June, 2009, five months after Joe Biden became Vice-President, Hunter co-founded a second company, Rosemont Seneca Partners, with Christopher Heinz, Senator John Kerry’s stepson and an heir to the food-company fortune, and Devon Archer, a former Abercrombie & Fitch model who started his finance career at Citibank in Asia and who had been friends with Heinz at Yale. (Heinz and Archer already had a private-equity fund called Rosemont Capital.)
Source: breitbart.com
as both Joe Biden and John Kerry negotiated sensitive and high-stakes deals with foreign governments, Rosemont entities secured a series of exclusive deals often with those same foreign governments,” Schweizer wrote.
For a small firm with no track record, Rosemont Seneca scored high-level meetings with officials in China over the years, with each meeting coincidentally corresponding to official meetings between Vice President Biden and Chinese leaders.
 

2012

  • Event: "Hunter Biden begins the process to become a public-affairs officer in the Navy Reserve"
Source: wsj.com
[Hunter] Biden, 44 years old, decided to pursue military service relatively late, beginning the direct-commission process to become a public-affairs officer in the Navy Reserve in 2012.
 

Jan 2013

  • Event: Sen. John Kerry succeeds Hillary Clinton to become Obama's Secretary of State
 

May 2013

  • Event: "Hunter was commissioned as an ensign and assigned to a reserve unit"
Source: wsj.com
Biden was commissioned as an ensign on May 7, 2013, and assigned to Navy Public Affairs Support Element East in Norfolk, Va., a reserve unit, according to the Navy
 

June 2013

  • Event: "Hunter reports for duty, and tests positive for cocaine
Source: wsj.com
after reporting to his unit in Norfolk, [Hunter] was given a drug test, which turned up positive for cocaine, according to people familiar with the situation.

December 2013

  • Event: Joe makes a vice-presidential trip to China, in an attempt to cool a dispute between China and Japan. He brought Hunter along with him on Air Force Two
Source: nytimes.com
Seeking to cool an escalating dispute between China and Japan about an air defense zone created by Beijing over contested waters, Mr. Biden was practical. He backed Japan, America’s ally, with strong words while warning China not to scramble fighter jets in the airspace, even as he tacitly conceded that Beijing would never roll back the measure.
Source: nytimes.com/
Hunter Biden and one of his daughters flew to China from Japan aboard Air Force Two with the vice president, who was in the midst of a diplomatic mission intended to calm rising tensions in the region.
 
  • Event: Bohai Harvest RST, a $1 Billion investment fund, is founded by Chinese and American partners including Rosemont Seneca Partners
Source: "About" page for Bohai Harvest RST
Formed in the Shanghai Free Trade Zone in December 2013 as its first cross-border investment private equity firm, BHR is the cross-border investment arm of Bohai Industrial Investment Fund, itself among China’s first-ever RMB-denominated private equity funds approved by the State Council. BHR, with its unique mixed ownership, combines the resources and platforms of China’s largest financial institutions (including Bank of China, China Development Bank Capital, Harvest Fund, Postal Savings Bank of China, China Life and the National Council of Social Security Fund) and the networks and know-how of our U.S.-based investment fund and advisory firm shareholders.
What do you think BHR refers to in that last sentence when they say "the networks and know-how"? They are referring to the CONNECTIONS that their American partners have, baby. And clearly one of the most important and powerful connections in the deal was the connection that Hunter Biden had to his father, Joe Biden, who AT THE TIME was the Vice President of the United States.
Source: wsj.com
The fund—launched by Chinese asset managers Bohai Industrial Investment Fund Management Co. and Harvest Fund Management Co. alongside U.S. investment and advisory firms Rosemont Seneca Partners and Thornton Group LLC—started fundraising in the second quarter, and has raised its target to $1.5 billion from an original $1 billion plan, a spokesman at Bank of China International Holdings Ltd. said. BOCI is one of the largest stakeholders in Bohai.
The Bohai-Harvest fund is likely one of the biggest Sino-foreign collaborations in private equity to take advantage of the free-trade zone's benefits in converting yuan to dollars that can then be invested in foreign companies.
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Rosemont Seneca is a Washington, D. C-based investment and advisory firm run by Hunter Biden, the son of U.S. Vice President Joe Biden.
Source: nytimes.com
Hunter Biden and a business partner, Devon Archer, were involved in a fund that reportedly pursued an investment from the Chinese government-owned Bank of China.
The fund was announced in late 2013 — days after Hunter Biden and one of his daughters flew to China from Japan aboard Air Force Two with the vice president, who was in the midst of a diplomatic mission intended to calm rising tensions in the region.
Source: breitbart.com
It is unknown if Hunter Biden met with anyone in China as he traveled with his father and the rest of the official U.S. delegation in December 2013. Schweizer noted that where Hunter Biden spent most of his time during that trip “remains largely a mystery.”
However, it is a matter of record that just 10 days after this Beijing trip, Hunter Biden’s firm Rosemont Seneca secured a $1 billion investment from the state-owned bank of China, which was later expanded to $1.5 billion. As the managing partner of Rosemont Seneca, Hunter Biden would undoubtedly have knowledge of this deal, which was a first-of-its-kind arrangement for the recently formed Shanghai Free-Trade Zone. Indeed, Hunter Biden was placed on the Board of Directors of the new Chinese entity, Bohai Harvest RST.
“Rosemont Seneca was getting something for the first time that no other Western firm had in China, a private equity cross-border investment fund formed in the Chinese government’s Shanghai Free-Trade Zone,” Schweizer wrote in Secret Empires, noting that financial giants like Goldman Sachs, J.P. Morgan, and Blackstone did not get a deal like this, but the Chinese government decided to reward a small unknown firm managed by a man with no experience in China or private equity.
“The advantages that Biden and Heinz’s firm got were enormous,” Schweizer noted. “Along with Chinese government capital to invest, by operating from the Shanghai Free-Trade Zone they could take Chinese government funds and invest there, or take them out of the country and invest them in the United States or elsewhere. No one else had such an arrangement in China. Rosemont Seneca was essentially placed first in line.”
Though the Times’ article notes that Vice President Biden “warned” the Chinese leaders during his Beijing trip, it fails to mention the criticisms of Biden’s kid-gloves treatment of China at a time when the communist regime’s behavior was increasingly and openly menacing to U.S. allies in the region ... “To put this into context, in 2013, the Chinese have just exerted air rights over the South Pacific, the South China Sea,” Schweizer said. “They basically have said, ‘If you want to fly in this area, you have to get Chinese approval. We are claiming sovereignty over this territory.’ Highly controversial in Japan, in the Philippines, and in other countries. Joe Biden is supposed to be going there to confront the Chinese. Well, he gets widely criticized on that trip for going soft on China. So basically, no challenging them, and Japan and other countries are quite upset about this.”
The Hunter Biden deal appears to be in keeping with a foreign influence peddling tactic China uses to get favorable treatment from American politicians.
“The Chinese government has figured out that the way to get favorable treatment from policymakers in Washington, DC, is by, basically, signing sweetheart deals with the children of politicians because they think by doing so, they’ll get better policy positions from our government,” Schweizer said. “And the history indicates in the Obama administration that that’s exactly what happens.”
Source: nytimes.com
a lawyer for Hunter Biden said he did not conduct any business related to the China investment fund on that trip, and was not an equity owner in the fund while his father was vice president. He later acquired a 10 percent interest in the entity that oversees the fund, but to date has not received any money from the arrangement, according to the lawyer.
Seems to me that whether or not Hunter had actually received any money is a bit of a red herring to deflect the point that Hunter HAS received a 10 percent share of a highly valuable asset. It's like being given ownership of a highly valuable sports car, and saying "but I didn't receive any money". When you sell the car, then you will receive a ton of $$$. The fact that you don't have the money yet does not mean "there is nothing to see here".
 

February 2014

  • Event: Hunter was discharged from the Navy Reserve after failing a drug test
Source: wsj.com
after reporting to his unit in Norfolk, he was given a drug test, which turned up positive for cocaine, according to people familiar with the situation. Mr. Biden was discharged in February, the Navy said.
 
  • Event: Ukrainians rise up to overthrow their corrupt (but fairly elected) president, Viktor Yanukovych (for reasons).
    • Keep in mind that at this point Ukraine is a struggling democracy, and DESPERATELY needs money
    • Note: there is compelling evidence that this "revolution" may have actually been a "U.S. backed coup"
Source: wikipedia.org
The 2014 Ukrainian revolution (also known as the Euromaidan revolution, or Ukrainian Revolution of Dignity; Ukrainian: Революція гідності, Revoliutsiia hidnosti) took place in Ukraine in February 2014, when a series of violent events involving protesters, riot police, and unknown shooters in the capital, Kyiv, culminated in the ousting of the elected Ukrainian President, Viktor Yanukovych, and the overthrow of the Ukrainian Government.
Successive Ukrainian governments in the 2000s sought a closer relationship with the European Union (EU). The government of Yanukovych had been negotiating an association agreement with the European Union since 2012. Such comprehensive trade agreement with the EU would have impacted Ukraine's trade agreements with Russia, the latter being Ukraine's biggest trade partner at the time. Yanukovych believed that the complications could be addressed, and he said that he intended to enter the agreement, but continued to postpone. This was interpreted as an attempt to back out of signing this agreement, and led to a wave of protests which came to be known as the "Euromaidan" movement. Clashes between the protestors and the riot police became violent, and resulted in the deaths of nearly 130 people, including 18 police officers. As the tensions rose, the personal safety of the president became untenable; on 22 February he fled from Kyiv to Russia. The protesters proceeded to take control of the government. On the same day, the parliament declared that Yanukovych was relieved of duty in a 328-to-0 vote.
snip
A December 2016 survey by the Kyiv International Institute of Sociology found that 34 percent of respondents in the government-controlled Ukraine regarded the change in power as an "illegal armed coup", while 56 percent regarded it as a "popular revolution".
 

April 2014

  • Event: As part of an investigation into money laundering, British officials froze London bank accounts containing $23 million that allegedly belonged to Mr. Zlochevsky, the owner of Burisma Holdings, and who was Ukraine’s ecology minister under former President Viktor Yanukovych (before he was forced into exile).
Note: Burisma Holdings is the biggest fracking company in Ukraine
Source: nytimes.com
Britain’s Serious Fraud Office, an independent government agency, specifically forbade Mr. Zlochevsky, as well as Burisma Holdings, the company’s chief legal officer and another company owned by Mr. Zlochevsky, to have any access to the accounts.
snip
“In the case of former Ecology Minister Mykola Zlochevsky, the U.K. authorities had seized $23 million in illicit assets that belonged to the Ukrainian people,” [the American ambassador to Ukraine, Geoffrey R. Pyatt] said.
There is a lot of information to unpack here. REMEMBER, two months earlier Ukrainians had risen up to overthrow their corrupt government. Alert readers might notice that the ECOLOGY MINISTER in that regime was a man who owned the biggest fracking company in Ukraine. WTF? Ecology and fracking don't normally go hand in hand. Corruption tends to involve money, and also money-laundering. Seems quite possible that the $23 million was tainted $$$, doesn't it? As luck had it, I guess, there had also been simultaneous scandals in the UK regarding money-laundering ... Zlochevsky and Burisima just happened to get caught up in that activity.
One other point: the NEW government, the struggling democracy one, DESPERATELY needs money at this point. Freezing the account was a step in the right direction, for it made it possible for a proper investigation to be conducted, and returned to the Ukrainian people.
 
  • Event: Apr 23- Joe "Champion of the Climate Crisis" Biden visits Ukraine to pitch FRACKING and "energy independence" as the U.S. endorsed solution to Ukraine's problems. Because any child can tell you that the thing that a struggling democracy needs the very most is FRACKING!
Source: huffpost.com
"During his two-day visit this week to Kiev, Ukraine, Vice President Joe Biden unfurled President Barack Obama‘s 'U.S. Crisis Support Package for Ukraine.'"
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The U.S. oil and gas industry has long lobbied to “weaponize” its fracking prowess to fend off Russian global gas market dominance. It’s done so primarily in two ways.
One way: by transforming the U.S. State Department into a global promoter of fracking via its Unconventional Gas Technical Engagement Program (formerly the Global Shale Gas Initiative), which is a key, albeit less talked about, part of President Obama’s “Climate Action Plan.
The other way: by exporting U.S. fracked gas to the global market, namely EU countries currently heavily dependent on Russia’s gas spigot [such as Ukraine].
Reminder: Biden was an emissary FOR OBAMA in 2014. OBAMA's STATE DEPARTMENT was "a global promoter of fracking", in order to keep America safe from Russia! This was way back in 2014 (before Russiagate! exploded in 2016 as a way to distract the public from the DNC scandals exposed by WikiLeaks)
 
Event: Devon Archer joins the board of Burisima
Source: thefederalist.com
Source: thehill.com
According to Schweizer’s book, Vice President Biden met with Archer in April 2014 right as Archer was named to the board at Burisma. A month later, Hunter Biden was named to the board, to oversee Burisma’s legal team.
Joe says that Hunter was hired because of his qualifications, not because he was the VP's son. Is that why Devon Archer was hired too?
 

May 2014

  • Event: Hunter joins the board of Burisma
  • Note: this is ONE MONTH after Joe Biden's visit to Ukraine
Source: thefederalist.com
Source: nytimes.com
Source: thehill.com
U.S. banking records show Hunter Biden’s American-based firm, Rosemont Seneca Partners LLC, received regular transfers into one of its accounts — usually more than $166,000 a month — from Burisma from spring 2014 through fall 2015, during a period when Vice President Biden was the main U.S. official dealing with Ukraine and its tense relations
The general prosecutor’s official file for the Burisma probe — shared with me [John Solomon] by senior Ukrainian officials — shows prosecutors identified Hunter Biden, business partner Devon Archer and their firm, Rosemont Seneca, as potential recipients of money.
 
  • Event: Media points out potential for abuse with Hunter's new job
 
9 Questions To Ask About Biden's Work With A Gas Company In Ukraine (thefederalist.com)
7. Why would a Ukrainian energy company want Devon Archer or Hunter Biden to serve on its board?
Assuming that they have been appointed to the board, the most innocent explanation is that the company wants to increase foreign direct investment and views Archer and Biden as having the experience to make that happen. Archer, for example, is a long-time investor and financier.
"The most disturbing explanation is that the company is attempting to curry favor with the U.S. government by enlisting the services of the close family friend and campaign bundler of the Secretary of the State and the son of the vice president."
 
Why shouldn't Hunter Biden join the board of a gas company in Ukraine?
Isn't that a bit fishy? Why do you say that?
Because he's the vice-president's son! That's a coincidence. "This is totally based on merit," said Burisma's chairman, Alan Apter.
He doesn't sound very Ukrainian. He's American, as is the other new board member, Devon Archer.
Who? Devon Archer, who works with Hunter Biden at Rosemont Seneca partners, which is half owned by Rosemont Capital, a private equity firm founded by Archer and Christopher Heinz.
 
R. Hunter Biden Should Declare Who Really Owns His New Ukrainian Employer, Burisma Holdings (nakedcapitalism.com)
But surely, that would be a failure of due diligence on the part of messrs Biden, Archer and Kwasniewski? Indeed it would, but there is a most unfortunate precedent for such a failure, which you can read about here, at some length. To sum it up: in 2006 or so, two Bidens, James Biden (future VP’s brother) and our R. Hunter Biden (future VP’s son), wildly overpaid a drug-addicted very senior Moonie for a hedge fund marketing operation that was hugely exaggerating its size and success, and turned out to be distributing ponzis, including the giant Allen Stanford ponzi, second only to Madoff, and other eyecatching frauds, such as Ponta Negra, via a sales network that included brokers with visibly very terrible FINRA records.
 
Note that none of these articles even considered the dilemma put on Ukrainian prosecutors who were trying to pursue a case of corruption against Burisima. It's almost the same kind of dilemma faced by Tara Reade; to make the decision to take action in a way that angers a powerful person takes incredible bravery. Joe Biden is a very powerful man who has many connections to other very powerful friends. Wouldn't any normal person believe that to go against Joe would incur his wrath, and that pursuing a corruption case against Hunter Biden's employer would essentially be going against Joe?
Wouldn't it be a normal, human reaction for Ukrainian prosecutors to fear the power of Joe Biden, and as a result, make the case against Burisima Holdings go away?
 

August 2014

 

Jan 2015

  • Event: Ukrainian prosecutors refused to provide documents needed in the investigation, so a British court ordered the Serious Fraud Office to unfreeze the assets.
Source: nytimes.com
But after Ukrainian prosecutors refused to provide documents needed in the investigation, a British court in January ordered the Serious Fraud Office to unfreeze the assets.
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Officials at the prosecutor general’s office, he added, were asked by the United Kingdom “to send documents supporting the seizure. Instead they sent letters to Zlochevsky’s attorneys attesting that there was no case against him. As a result, the money was freed by the U.K. court, and shortly thereafter the money was moved to Cyprus.”
Source: nytimes.com
Ryan F. Toohey, a Burisma spokesman, said that Hunter Biden would not comment for this article.
snip
Asked about the British investigation, which is continuing, Mr. Toohey said, “Not only was the case dismissed and the company vindicated by the outcome, but it speaks volumes that all his legal costs were recouped.”
 

Jun 2015

  • Event: U.S. Ambassador to Ukraine Geoffrey R. Pyatt allegedly told Prosecutor General Viktor Shokin, "the investigation has to be handled with white gloves", and that Biden had held up U.S. aid to Ukraine over his investigation
Source: foxnews.com
“Mr. Shokin attempted to continue the investigations but on or around June or July of 2015, the U.S. Ambassador Geoffrey R. Pyatt told him that the investigation has to be handled with white gloves, which according to Mr. Shokin, that implied do nothing,” the notes from the interview stated. The notes also claimed Shokin was told Biden had held up U.S. aid to Ukraine over the investigation.
Keep this in mind for what comes next.
 

Sep 2015

  • Event: *The same U.S. Ambassador to Ukraine makes a public, stinging attack on the Ukrainian prosecutor general’s office for refusing to cooperate with the British court *
Note: "Mr. Pyatt went on to call for an investigation into “the misconduct” of the prosecutors who wrote the letters. In his speech, the ambassador did not mention Hunter Biden’s connection to Burisma."
Source: nytimes.com
But after Ukrainian prosecutors refused to provide documents needed in the investigation, a British court in January ordered the Serious Fraud Office to unfreeze the assets. The refusal by the Ukrainian prosecutor general’s office to cooperate was the target of a stinging attack by the American ambassador to Ukraine, Geoffrey R. Pyatt, who called out Burisma’s owner by name in a speech in September.
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Mr. Pyatt went on to call for an investigation into “the misconduct” of the prosecutors who wrote the letters. In his speech, the ambassador did not mention Hunter Biden’s connection to Burisma.
Do you see what happened? After telling Shokin to do nothing re the Burisima case in June, because Joe Biden was holding up aid to Ukraine over it, Ambassador Pyatt now publicly accuses Shokin for "misconduct" for heeding the Ambassador's advice! Does this sound very strange to anyone else but me?
Unless ... a cynical person might suspect that the ambassador's actions might have been part of a plan that created an opportunity for Joe Biden to ride in like a white knight and answer the call of this damsel, er, Ambassador in distress. But, oops, I might have just given away the plot ... Also, remember that 2016 was an election year, making a strong public statement against corruption certainly couldn't hurt, eh?
 

Dec 2015

  • Event: Joe Biden spoke before the Ukrainian Parliament. In what might appear to be a surreal episode of the Twilight Zone, Joe actually “warn[ed] Ukrainian legislators to waste no more time in rooting out corruption” and spoke out against the power of a tiny group of oligarchs, who own about 85 percent of Ukraine's gross domestic product
Source: NYT Editorial Board
The only applause Vice President Joseph Biden Jr. got while he addressed the Ukrainian Parliament on Tuesday was when he berated Russia ... By contrast, Mr. Biden’s ardent talk of the need to put an end to Ukraine’s ubiquitous corruption and the power of its oligarchs was met with stony silence.
Mr. Biden was right to upbraid Russia and to pledge an extra $190 million in aid to Ukraine. And as a Western leader who has made Ukraine his special project, he was also right to warn Ukrainian legislators to waste no more time in rooting out corruption
 
  • Event: Dec 12, 2015, In response to Joe's speech, NYT Editorial Board points out that owner of Burisma is "suspected of corrupt practices", and "This is not a board [Hunter Biden] should be sitting on."
Source: NYT Editorial Board
"Sadly, the credibility of Mr. Biden’s message may be undermined by the association of his son with a Ukrainian natural-gas company, Burisma Holdings, which is owned by a former government official suspected of corrupt practices. A spokesman for the son, Hunter Biden, argues that he joined the board of Burisma to strengthen its corporate governance. That may be so. But Burisma’s owner, Mykola Zlochevsky, has been under investigation in Britain and in Ukraine. It should be plain to Hunter Biden that any connection with a Ukrainian oligarch damages his father’s efforts to help Ukraine. This is not a board he should be sitting on."
 

Mar 2016

  • Event: Biden threatened Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko that the Obama administration would pull $1 billion in U.S. loan guarantees, if it didn’t immediately fire Prosecutor General Viktor Shokin
Source: thehill.com
In his own words, with video cameras rolling, Biden described how he threatened Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko in March 2016 that the Obama administration would pull $1 billion in U.S. loan guarantees, sending the former Soviet republic toward insolvency, if it didn’t immediately fire Prosecutor General Viktor Shokin.
“I said, ‘You’re not getting the billion.’ I’m going to be leaving here in, I think it was about six hours. I looked at them and said: ‘I’m leaving in six hours. If the prosecutor is not fired, you’re not getting the money,’” Biden recalled telling Poroshenko.
“Well, son of a bitch, he got fired. And they put in place someone who was solid at the time,” Biden told the Council on Foreign Relations event, insisting that President Obama was in on the threat.
 
  • Event: The Ukrainian Parliament votes to remove a prosecutor general Viktor Shokin
Source: thehill.com
Shokin was facing steep criticism in Ukraine, and among some U.S. officials, for not bringing enough corruption prosecutions when he was fired. But Ukrainian officials tell [John Solomon] there was one crucial piece of information that Biden must have known but didn’t mention to his audience: The prosecutor he got fired was leading a wide-ranging corruption probe into the natural gas firm Burisma Holdings that employed Biden’s younger son, Hunter, as a board member.
snip
Shokin told [John Solomon] in written answers to questions that, before he was fired as general prosecutor, he had made “specific plans” for the investigation that “included interrogations and other crime-investigation procedures into all members of the executive board, including Hunter Biden.”
 

Final Comments

I agree with the conclusions put forward to John Solomon by U.S. and Ukrainian authorities, "Biden and his office clearly had to know about the general prosecutor's probe of Burisma and his son's role", despite Biden's public claims to the contrary.
I'm sorry, but Joe Biden has to take some responsibility for the fact that when Hunter joined the Board, it created an impediment to the Justice system in Ukraine.
Turns out, THAT is a huge side effect of influence peddling, and it needs to be grokked by everyone. Hunter's presence would have been INTIMIDATING to prosecutors
Re Joe "not getting something out of it financially," as some argue ... For the moment, I won't even talk about stories of Hunter saying that he had to pay Joe 50% of his earnings. As a loving father, doesn't Joe want his children to do well in life? Many loving parents give gifts to their children, completely voluntarily even. Do you know how excited I would be to give my children half of a $2.5 million kitty from Burisima, and 10% of $1.5 Billion investment fund in China? Plus there is the security knowing that if you go broke and fall on your face, your loving children will be in a position to help you.
But the icing on the cake was that AFTER the prosecutors are intimidated into dropping the investigation out of fear of displeasing Joe ... Joe goes on to actually LECTURE Ukrainian parliament about the need for them to cleanup corruption, and demand changes to the prosecutors office ... and then of course, the final coup de grace, when Joe infamously says:
“I said, ‘You’re not getting the billion.’ I’m going to be leaving here in, I think it was about six hours. I looked at them and said: ‘I’m leaving in six hours. If the prosecutor is not fired, you’re not getting the money,’” Biden recalled telling Poroshenko [the president of Ukraine]
Joe Biden's FAMILY profits from the investigation being called off, and THEN Joe Biden acts like a bully, a tremendously POWERFUL bully, by calling for the dismissal of the prosecutor?
As I said above, it's like putting out a hit job on the man who just saved your child from drowning. That act was cruel to the point of being psychopathic.
And THEN ON TOP OF THAT, Joe BRAGS about what he did, laughingly, in the years that follow. Clearly he enjoyed being able to abuse his power, and crushing a little pawn who got in his way ...
 
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