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AITA for accusing him of looking at other girls?

2023.03.29 08:28 freckledf0x AITA for accusing him of looking at other girls?

Me (25F) & my boyfriend (25M) have been dating & living together for about a year now.
In the past we had fights over him & other girls on instagram. Specifically the ones that dont follow him back & only post bikini pictures. Of course i dont care about him liking his female friends pictures.
I was also confused about why he still followed his ex wife, liked all her pictures, viewed all her stories… He would get mad & act like i was being overly jealous/controlling. I tried to explain that if i did the same he wouldn’t be comfortable with it. He said he wouldn’t care.
Out of pettiness i followed my ex fiance & started liking all his pictures. He got mad over this & told me it wasn’t the same as him & his ex wife. Either way he got the point stopped interacting with & unfollowed several bikini girls that didn’t follow him back, & his ex wife. I deleted my instagram because i didn’t want to see things that hurt me anymore.
Fast forward to today: We went shopping together at a place we used to work together at. One of the girls he followed (that didn’t follow him back) was our coworker there. She was one of the girls he was interested in while he was also interested in me. I’ve asked him & he confirmed it.
My boyfriend in the past has looked at her pictures in front of me & jokingly said “mmm” because he knows i feel jealous. I get super hurt over that (cried too) which led to him unfollowing her.
Anyways she walked by us in the store. I watched him check her out/stare as she walked by.
When we walked away i said jokingly “Oh did you see your girlfriend??”
He responds smiling “Yeaah i did.”
I say “Yeah i know you were checking her out.”
He just laughs it off. Im hurt and say “shes way taller than you though”
He says “So?? Short tall i like them all.”
At this point i go quiet. I felt like he was just confirming to me that he was looking, & was interested.
We walk further & i can tell he’s getting frustrated with me because i’m quiet. He asks me whats wrong. I say “Im mad you check out other girls in front of me.”
He immediately gets mad & says a bunch of things. “Are you fucking serious right now? I just bought you tea. I didn’t even check her out. I dont even want to shop anymore. You’re mad at me for something i didn’t even do.”
He also does this thing when we are watching tiktok together. He will stop on a pretty girls post/cosplay/bikini videos & say stuff like “mmm” & laugh, knowing I’m watching with him. Then he gets mad that i dont want to cuddle with him anymore & get sad.
Im kind of shutting down at this point. He always jokes about things as if he’s trying to intentionally make me jealous & then immediately tells me that i’m getting mad at him for no reason, that i make up things in my head…
Ive explained to him many times that things like this hurt me. Especially because i have been cheated on three times in the past. He tells me to stop comparing him to my ex’s.
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2023.03.29 08:23 thedubiousstylus I recently experienced how actually following God on holding grudges is good for us too.

Always been a problem of mine. I can't get over people hurting me in any trivial way and me not being able to have the last laugh or one-uping someone. I've even joked that it's not a very Christian trait of me.
Anyway last night I was in a tough emotional state with everything happening with me and sort of reflecting on faith history, and found some old writings of myself from over ten years ago when I first started seriously being a Christian and how I missed that time before the downs along with the ups that practicing it since has given me. And so I felt touched by the Holy Spirit again like I was back then, and I messaged two people who I had held rather petty and silly grudges against in some community for awhile, and told them that I was dropping it and moving on, along with a little info that they might find interesting. And so how do I feel now?
I feel wonderful. A burden has been lifted.
With everything else going on in my life at this time that's not an additional burden I need, and that's the way grudges end up being. I'm not ashamed or upset that I didn't get the last laugh over them, I'm just happy I'm not carrying that anymore.
We ask God to "forgive us our trespasses" "as we forgive those who trespass against us" and I think we're much better at the first part. But the truth is, the second part helps you immensely mentally and emotionally as well.
And I kind of understood that ten years ago, but alas had forgotten it in the meantime. I'll have to try to avoid that happening again.
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2023.03.29 08:13 Intrepid_Industry347 My In-Laws Treat Me Like I'm A Sidekick

Preface: Me and my wife have been together for 12 years, married for 6. Overall, my MIL and FIL are kind, decent people and I love them. But...Whenever we spend time with them, they always make me feel like I'm unimportant. They rarely speak directly to me when we're having conversations even though I do try to engage with them. They never ask anything about me, my interests, my perspective, etc. If I want to say anything, I have to interject in "their" conversation because otherwise they basically ignore me.
When we're playing games together, her father will casually make up rules in favor of his daughter (my wife), which is fine in of itself, but he also tries extra hard to beat me and will loudly cheer on when my wife wins. In contrast, he will boo or be disgruntled when I do win, which I find irritating. I just want to have fun, I don't need competition with my wife, and even less so with him...
Sometimes, when I do or say something he likes, he'll act (unintentionally, it seems?) like my wife said or did it. She hates it when he does that, but when she points it out, he basically shrugs it off like it doesn't matter.
Recently we were having diner together and they were asking her to come to their place and spend some time doing all the things that they used to do together when she was still living with them. That's great, but it left me feeling excluded as they were talking about all these cool things they would do without me. I guess I would have appreciated them talking about this when I'm not present.
During this same dinner, they told me that my line of work is becoming precarious, layoffs, uncertainty, unhealthy lifestyle, etc. Literally right after, they praised her for having a diploma in "the most rapidly growing" field, how she was working for a better future, etc. Bear in mind she actually left this field because she didn't like the work and the conditions... I don't mind having this conversation (my wife is awesome and I'm always first to praise her), but I love my job. It's well-regarded, interesting, fulfilling, and it pays well. It hurts me that they 1) don't care and 2) seemingly disapprove of what I do.
I get it, I'm being petty, she is their daughter, and she's way more important to them than I'll ever be, but it really brings me down knowing that we're not bonding, or so I feel. My mother treats my wife like she's a daughter to her (a fact that my wife acknowledges), but somehow I feel like I'm just an annoying tag-along sidekick to her parents.
I guess I'm just not as likeable as she is :/. To be clear, they don't actively hate me, we can still have a good time together, but deep inside I still feel some resentment towards the way they act.
Please share if you have some perspective on this (am I wrong thinking this? Is there something I should do about it?, etc.)
Edit: words.
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2023.03.29 08:04 MajoraBro [REQUEST] [SWITCH] Anyone got an eShop card they don't need? Sounds stupid I know just hear me out for a sec

I know, I know, it sounds like I'm avoiding the fact that I'm practically begging for money, but just hear me out for a second. I'm from Lebanon, and the situation here is in absolute shambles. Ever since 2020, Lebanon has been crumbling in front of our eyes with the astronomical spike in dollar rates (just make a quick Google search to see just how impactful it has been). This basically means prices have been breaking new borders every other week, so I cannot spend money on non-essential paraphernalia like videogames, devices, etc. Over the years, I've been gifted some games from friends abroad, but I just can't buy myself some games because of how ridiculous it would be.
The situation here is very depressing and crushing, so escaping into the world of videogames has been a great help mentally. Plus, i just miss regularly playing Switch.
However, I just cannot bring myself to ask for money knowing I won't be able to repay it. So, here we are back at the titular question, which I must admit, is really not smart, but I'm just giving it a shot. Maybe I get lucky. I do not have a set amount I'm asking for. Even 5 dollars would be spectacular. Optimally, in a magic world with the kindest of people, I'd want 60 dollars so i can get Zelda TotK, but i don't think I'd be morally okay with that knowing i will not be able to repay any of it.
If someone does indeed have that much money to dish out without a care, I'd want TotK for many personal reasons. BotW was a real life changer to me, and I cannot understate how much it still lingers with me 6 years later. So, as you can imagine, the wait for TotK has been too painful. Another reason is my little brother. He is also a big BotW fan, and I constantly feel disappointed in myself by not getting any good games for him to play. He's been massively excited for Sonic Frontiers and TotK, and I want him to be happy while playing on the switch again. Plus, I myself have been through a lot mentally the past 3 years I've been here, and I think some of you will understand what I mean when I say I need TotK as a form of healing and/or escape.
Again, I understand that this is very petty of me to do, but to go out of my way and get these games here for such prices would be am extremely foolish and irrational decision.
Friend code: SW-3238-6891-7306
Hope you can kinda understand my weird request. Thanks.
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2023.03.29 07:53 Beneficial_Toe_7877 7 infant speedrun

7 infant speedrun
Another late post but finally, a boy! J Huntington's son, Cole, is here and now Gavin Richard's baby is on the way!
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2023.03.29 07:41 moneoasic Im just so tired

I’m haven’t struggled with thoughts of suicide in almost 10 years. But things have gotten so hard, it’s painful to even think of some of them. I don’t know who to talk to this about. Or how. Only the trite stuff comes out easily: I hate my job, I have no prospects. I’m lonely. I only ever use this account to overshare to strangers and back reading on my posts makes me feel insane. All of it is true. All of it is pushed down so deep in my heart that it’s like I’ve forgotten its there, except for the festering rot of it. I just want someone to know. I just want someone to know I’m trans, and I want gender affirming surgery. I’ll never be able to afford it. I’m terrified of what it’ll mean to be trans in this world right now. I’m even more scared for petty reasons: my father will ostracize me. I will never have a boy look at me like I’m anything worth loving.
The ironic part is that that’s the one I can never say aloud. I’ve been so afraid of men for so long that the idea of being attracted to them is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever grappled with. I feel so ashamed to be so scared. What do I have to be afraid of? If I kissed a boy, it would be expected of me, right? But I would be disgusted with myself if he only did it because he saw me as a woman. So it’s this impossible catch all. But it doesn’t stop the want. “Lonely” is a stupid way of putting it. I’m not alone. I’m filling my life with an increasing routine of people. But I don’t want them to see me. Im disgusted by myself in more ways than I can count. I know full well I’m keeping the people around me at arms length, but the idea of bringing them closer makes me feel like I am contaminating them. A boy will never touch me and care for me for the same reason my best friend and I struggle to talk now that we’re roommates. I’m a contamination only because I think I am. But I’ve thought it, and I don’t know how to undo it.
It’s the family curse. My father always said he was tough to love, but I’m old enough now to know that he was talking about abuse. The burden passed down through generations is heavy, and talking about mine hurts worse than anything I’ve ever experienced. I wish my parents were dead so I could get over mourning them. They’re already haunting me, with words and actions and all the worst of love twisted up inside of me. The sick part is I miss them all the time, I always always always want to go back home to where things made sense, even in the violence. There’s a part of me that loves them despite everything and I want to cut it out. Instead I have to watch them die slowly, miserable and wretched and angry, and I have to hold the hand of the person who called me a faggot with a smile. My parents have put me through things that don’t bear repeating. There’s stories that scare me to even think about, and I don’t know how to unpack them. I want to say I was a perfect victim, and that none of it was me but that’s not true. If I was a better person I would’ve been more fair in those stories. But I’m not. I’m just as bad of a person as I accuse my parents to be.
I keep telling my friends I’m just sad. And I am. I’m so sad. I’m sad in a way that I’ve never been before. This sinking, horrible, endless way that leaves me with nothing to hold onto. I can’t tell myself no one would miss me; I know that’s not true. But it doesn’t matter. They don’t have to live through this. They’re not piloting this ship. It’s just me, because I’ve unmoored myself and I’m drifting at sea. But Im afraid that no one wants to hear me talk about the things I want, the little slivers of desire tearing me to pieces. I can’t answer to myself why they should. I’ve made myself smaller and smaller in response, but wish it would just stop. Just please stop.
The hilarious part is I’m already imagining how cruel people could be in the comments here. I don’t know if I care. Say what you will.
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2023.03.29 07:30 chicky-nuggies-yum Hot take on this sub’s content

I want to start by saying I in ZERO way support any member of the McKnight family nor the Mormon church or any fundies for that matter. Im a big fan of Jordan and McKay, iykyk.
However, I have to say that this sub can be off putting at times. The hatred seems petty at times and rooted in nothing but bullying tbh. Want to hate on them for posting performative shit about school shootings or their blatant hypocrisy, I’m all for it. That being said, posts about a rug being placed on carpet? Idk man it just seems really excessive. Like damn. That’s pure hatred. I guess I just wish this sub was more focused on the genuine reasons why they should not be supported, like their ties to the church or Dakota’s trumpiness.
I know I’ll likely get downvoted and eaten alive but I had to get this off of my chest.
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2023.03.29 07:02 JamesCaligo The Lockhill Rd. Disappearances

A call came in that there was another disappearance on Lockhill Road. My whole town was buzzing about a person named Josephine, an old lady that had the tendency to be a little bit of a pain in the butt for cashiers, but otherwise a quiet one in town.
Apparently, the patrol that frequents near that road found her car in a ditch and saw no traces of her anywhere. The police went to check her house and saw that she wasn't there either. There was only one conclusion we all had to come to. The road has claimed another victim.
As for my name, I'm only going to tell you that it's Adam, and I'm here to explain to you that there's something absurdly bizarre about the road.
Lockhill Rd. is one of the oldest roads in Illinois. There isn't anything significantly special about it. On the surface, it's covered in large cracks, grass overtaking the edges, and it's surrounded by an unusually swamp-like environment, something a little bizarre given how up North I am.
But it's also got a rap sheet that would make Ted Bundy jealous.
From what I've learned in my twenty-eight years of living in this town, over the last two hundred years or so, around three hundred people have mysteriously disappeared. That's a significantly high number and you're probably wondering why people would want to drive on it?
Here's the thing, nobody typically uses that road. They just find themselves on it.
It's really weird but you can find yourself suddenly on that road without warning. One moment you'll be on the highway that's near my town, and right as you get off, you'll find yourself driving on that road. But this only happens at night. As a rule, driving at night is strongly prohibited. The only issue is that cops are less inclined to go about driving themselves. And this happens at completely random moments as well.
The next question I know you all are asking is "why would any of us want to live here then?"
Well, the thing is there's a mine nearby. It's a salt mine and a lot of money is gained from it. You have to weigh in the risk and reward factors here. There are people here who— despite the danger— are making bank. I don't know how much a typical salt mine will pay, but I think the extra danger of the road is the reason why the income for locals is so much better here. So for the most part we prefer not to talk about it.
Now you're probably wondering why am I here? I clearly don’t work at the mine, but instead, I am a neighborhood watch patrolman.
Since disappearances can happen if people are caught driving, I— as well as others— found ourselves working alongside the local police to keep people off of the roads for their own safety. It seems that whatever effect the road can create, it doesn't work if you're walking on two feet.
So my job is relatively safe. Sure, I don't get any weapons training other than a baton and mace, which is why I prefer to regularly work out and make sure that criminals, usually rowdy teenagers, don't have a good advantage over me or any of my partners.
But I'm here to tell you about how I got sloppy and nearly paid the price with my life...
It was your typical Wednesday, and I was with my friends at the police station, getting ready to sign in to let the department know that we were going to be working today.
That's when officer Smith (not his real name by the way) approached me and said in her smooth, southern voice, "Now you boys try to have a good night. We've been getting some reports that there's been a gang of kids that keep breaking house windows. So far they haven't entered any, but I think they're just trying to create an atmosphere of tension."
I stood there silently, always having difficulty talking to her. She was serious about her job and wasn't too kind to anyone who was caught slacking. But she cared to a great degree.
I mustered up the courage to say, "Will do. We got our mace and batons ready."
"Good, but still, if they turn out to be more hostile than usual, I need you fellas to call us ASAP."
It wasn't lost on me that even if we did call up for the actual police officers, it would still take a good while for them to arrive, giving any of these troublemakers a chance to escape from us. No cars at night, remember.
One of my partners, Derek, replied with his usual enthusiasm, "Don't sell us too short ma'am, Adam and I have been doing this for two years now. We're basically experts at this point."
She noticed his smug expression and quickly shot it down.
"I've been a cop for seven years. In that time I believe thirteen people have gone missing. And many of you neighborhood watch patrolmen have been hurt, sometimes severely, by these thugs. Call us." she ended it with a stern warning.
Derek always had this issue with over-confidence and I often think that's why he was never able to get a girlfriend. I think he’s just overdoing it half the time, thinking that it impresses people.
Still, this is the first time I've actually known this much about officer Smith. Seven years is a long time, and for that many people to have gone missing, I can tell that's got to weigh heavily on her mind.
But our patrol went on as usual. We did our regular routine for the first few hours with nothing more than warning people that they can't get in their cars because, in about an hour, the sun would've completely set by then.
Sure that's an entire hour, but why take the chance?
But around the time when the sun had already descended, I got a call on my radio by a woman that said:
"Neighborhood Patrol Unit #9, do you read me?"
"Neighborhood Patrol Unit #9, we hear you loud and clear."
"Number Nine we've been getting some odd reports of a car that is driving around. It was reported by a civilian caller, but all police officers who responded to the area haven't been able to track their location. We need you to stay alert, the last coordinates of their whereabouts were in your general location so keep your eyes peeled."
"Dispatch, we'll keep our eyes on the lookout for the driver. We'll have to flag them down and hope that they stop."
"Copy, good hunting."
It was always anxiety-inducing to hear that someone was driving around. They had to be someone who had come off the highway.
"Well, looks like we got to chase someone down on foot today." Derek happily said.
"Come on man, I don't even want to think about going after someone in a car."
"Yeah, but at least it's something to do." he chuckled.
I wasn't amused. Frankly speaking, this was only a job for me. Sure I don't get paid as much as a cop, but it's less dangerous. Now that I'm being tasked with stopping a vehicle, this is going to prove way above my pay grade. I almost can’t remember the last time I had to deal with a driver.
But the night dragged on as usual and still no sign of the vehicle. I was pretty much convinced that they must have gone off on some other section of the town, but Derek was remaining vigilant. He took this job way too seriously. Or perhaps he wasn't taking it seriously enough?
"You hear that?" he abruptly said.
We both quieted down and tried to listen carefully.
There was nothing for a brief few seconds, other than the sound of crickets in the distance and an owl hooting.
But then there was a sudden screeching of tires nearby. We had our driver and quickly started running towards whatever direction it was that we heard it from.
Despite having flashlights and reflectors on, I somehow found myself alone. I shouted out for Derek at the top of my lungs.
I heard his distant reply, "Adam! Adam, where'd you go?"
I followed his voice and saw that he had gone down the next street over.
"Derek, what are you doing over there? You were supposed to stay with me the whole time?" I shouted.
I was trying my best to hide my anger from him. He shouldn't have broken off just to chase down a car.
"What do you mean? You broke off from me?" he shouted back.
"You were supposed to go with me down Amberg Street!"
He was about to respond, but the screeching of those tires could be heard coming down my road.
I looked to my left and saw a large Chevrolet speeding toward me. I jumped out of the way just in time before they hit me. They knocked over some trash cans and a mailbox and appeared to be driving with delirium. Now I was having suspicions about this person.
"Derek, I saw the driver. I think they're drunk and they're taking their car out for a joyride since no one else is around."
He sounded confused, "Eh, what's the protocol for this again?"
I ignored his forgetfulness and pulled out my radio to call dispatch again.
"Neighborhood Patrol Unit #9 to Dispatch, we have a red Chevrolet driving erratically on Amberg Street and the local area, over."
"Dispatch to Unit #9, where are they heading, over?"
I took a look at my compass that I always keep with me, and replied, "Dispatch they're heading towards the North and don't appear to be stopping anytime soon, over."
"Dispatch to Unit #9, do not engage with the driver. We're sending over a bicycle unit to try and slow them down the best we can. We can't take risks with a vehicle, over."
"Okay, we will not engage any further but will keep you updated, over and out."
Derek soon approached behind me and said, "I get so tired of always having to use those police codewords."
"It's so that there's no confusion. You do realize there are police officers on this channel too, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't lose your hair over it. I was just complaining a little."
I gave him a smirk and the two of us continued on our way. Since we didn't have the responsibility of chasing after the driver, we went about our usual patrol but with a little more alertness in mind.
But we made a bad decision to be passing by that dreaded road. It was part of our routine, and usually passing by never caused any problems.
The only problem is that as we were going by, we saw the truck. It ran off the road and crashed into a tree.
From what I could see, the silhouette of the guy was inside.
I gave Derek my radio and told him to call and tell them that we had found the driver and that they appeared to have been trying to go down Lockhill Road.
I ran over to the left side of the road where the car laid wedged up against the side of the tree. The driver's door was smashed in and I would have to climb in from the passenger side to try and save them from burning to death.
When I went for the door, I briefly hesitated. The idea of getting in a car at night and being directly on Lockhill left me with this gut feeling that kept telling me that I should just turn back and wait for First Responders to arrive.
But given that they were going to be arriving not by ambulance, but by bicycle, and with the car slowly starting to burn, I took a deep breath and opened the door, climbing inside and reaching for the man as quickly as I could.
He was knocked out cold and I grabbed hold of his arm and shook him as much as I could to wake him up.
The fire was growing and I unbuckled his seat belt, wrapped my arms around him, and used my legs to forcibly pull him out of the vehicle. This man was fat and a pain to try and pull out.
At last, I felt the weight release and both of us fell onto the grass below. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that I was able to save him just in time.
I got myself back to my feet and looked over to the exit of the road.
I must have fallen into a state of disbelief because I saw that there was nothing but a long stretch of road surrounded by marshland under a red moonlight.
I turned over to the other side, a soon to be fleeting hope already starting to take hold of me, and saw that it was the same in the other direction.
"No, no, no!" I shouted. "I wasn't even driving the car! The car wasn't moving!"
How could this have happened to me? This wasn't supposed to happen. As far as we all knew, if you're driving, you become snatched up by the road. At least, that's what I think the town's consensus was. Maybe everyone just assumes that that is the likely scenario. It's not like anyone's ever returned to tell us that simply being inside your car is enough to warrant whatever unusual forces are at work here.
I kept pacing myself, running from one end to the other, hoping that maybe I just misjudged the distance and I can easily still walk out and find Derek.
But besides the eerie red light coming from above, all I saw was darkness.
The drunken man groaned. This quickly caught my attention and I ran back over to him.
He was still alive but not fully awake yet.
Then I remembered my radio and reached for it. I felt nothing in my pocket and instantly remembered that I handed my radio off to Derek.
Seeing that that wasn't going to work, I went for my phone next. But there was no signal. I was completely stranded.
In a fit of rage, I started swearing up and down out of the frustration of being caught in this. I guess it's true what they say, no good deed goes unpunished. I should have listened to my instincts and told myself not to intervene. I should have left this guy and waited for backup like they always tell us. And now I'm trapped on this road with a drunkard, who I was now more than happy to abandon.
He started moving around and his eyes opened. He was awake and clearly saw the burning wreckage that was his truck.
His voice was rough, having a noticeable smoker's voice. "Hey, what happened to my piece of junk?"
"You crashed into a tree, you idiot," I alerted him to my presence.
He turned around and became instantly belligerent with me.
Holding up both of his fists at me, he fiercely said, "Who are you calling an idiot?"
I wasn't intimidated. The fact of the matter is that I work out regularly and when I was five, my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to take self-defense classes. Thank you, Mom and Pop.
He threw one of his fists my way and I was able to dodge it, backing up and having my own fists ready. When he saw that he missed, he threw his other one, only for me to grab it and easily pull them inwards with my back turned and flipped him over me, letting him hit the ground hard.
Even though he was drunk and probably didn't feel the pain all that much, his body was too heavy for him to have any decent motor function and I believe he passed out again.
Seeing that he wasn't going to be a problem anymore, I walked around— staying relatively close to the man— trying to see if I could get a signal by changing location.
This went on for about twenty minutes or so, and despite my best efforts, I was left with nothing. The unusual silence was broken by a few sharp coughs. I guess he was due to wake up again.
I stood over him, expecting him to go into another rant about what I had said earlier, but he seemed to have had a mental reset.
"Eh, who are you?"
"My name is Adam. I'm part of the Neighborhood Patrol. You had a car wreck because you were drunk, am I correct?" I said in my best stoic voice.
He got back to his feet quickly and smelled horrible. I only just now noticed because I was distracted by my situation. The sting of his alcoholic breath was much too strong for me, forcing me to take a few steps back.
"I only had a few drinks," he slurred.
"Only? How much is only?" I let my anger slip out.
"Five... seven maybe?"
"Of what?" I ordered.
"Hennessey,"
This guy was a moron. Now I was trapped on this god-forsaken road with a man who had only half a brain functioning.
I walked to one side of the road and had to take a wild guess as to which way would be best. I wasn't about to sit out here in the dark with this guy. I could only rely on the illumination of the red moonlight. I wanted to save the battery on my flashlight, so I thought it best not to use it at this moment.
"Look," I said. "We need to start walking in a direction to get out of here. Maybe there is a way to escape, but we have to come to a decision on which way."
I guess he remembered my remark from earlier after all because he said, "I ain't going anywhere with you kid. You call me an idiot."
I rolled my eyes. This guy was as petty as a child, and yet calls me a kid.
"Listen closely. You're on that road we're not supposed to be on. You got me roped into this, and I'm going to make a decision. Either come with me or stay here and wait for rescue. Not that they will be coming."
He turned around and went back to the car. At first, I was confused as to what he was up to, but I almost had a quick heart attack when I briefly thought that he was going to pull a gun out on me. I was already preparing myself to start running when he turned around and had a beer bottle in his hand.
"I ain't going with you anywhere,"
He threw the bottle at me, narrowly hitting me in the head. It shattered on the other side of the road and for a brief moment, I thought I heard something skitter away. Since I've been here, I haven't heard a single animal so the idea that something was back there silently observing us made my skin crawl.
"Fine!" I said. "Stay here. I can't make you come with me. Let's hope that we can find you by tomorrow when the sun comes up."
The heavy man flipped me off, signaling my cue to leave. I was quick to put as much distance between us as I went to the right end of the road and started my journey with only a flashlight in hand.
For the most part, nothing had happened in the last five minutes and I was content with the silence that surrounded me. Better to hear nothing than to hear something. But I would rather hear my radio crackling to life at this moment.
Going a little further on, the silence was broken again. But this time, instead of the groaning coming from that guy, I heard a blood-filled screaming coming from way back. That man had stayed behind and now he was being attacked by something. It was so guttural and wrapped up in agony that already the hairs on my body were standing up.
A part of me was screaming that I needed to go back and check on him. But whatever it was, it likely had already done the deed. Plus, if I go back, who's to say I won't become the next victim. There's always been something odd about this road and I have to approach it with the highest end of paranoia.
My only other option was to keep pressing forward and hope that salvation is at the end. Running was starting to feel like a better option, but I refrained from it. I could easily tire myself out and I didn't want to be stationary. It clearly didn't provide any safety for that drunkard. I just had to keep pressing forward at a modest pace.
Something has changed. It's been about three hours now and the moon hasn't moved. And that blood-red color is hurting my eyes. I don't like to keep my eyes shut, for fear that something might come out from nowhere and attack me, but the soreness is starting to get to me.
What's worse is that I can hear footsteps behind me. They're light on their feet, but each step is almost echoing my pace. I sped up just a little to test out my theory and whatever it was, it simultaneously matched me. I heard it lingering always behind me. My paranoia is starting to overtake any rational thinking that I have. But then again, nothing about this road is rational.
The steps seemed to be speeding up even though I had been going at the same pace for the last ten minutes. My breathing was starting to betray me, growing louder and more hoarse with each intake of the unseasonably cold air. And then there was a steadily growing whispering that was surrounding me.
Finally, having had enough of the pursuit, I turned around, pointing the flashlight at as many parts of the road as I could to get a glimpse of who was following me. But it was empty.
"No, no, I heard something... someone..." I whispered to myself.
Turning back in my original direction, the steps began again. And the whispering was only growing louder.
Without a second thought, I started charging forward, done with whatever it was that was messing with me. I wanted to get away from them, but I could faintly hear their footsteps behind me. It was growing closer even though I was now running at full speed.
In my mind, I thought maybe I could fight it. Perhaps the drunkard was caught off-guard and that's how it got him. But my legs kept moving forward, a sense of dread was keeping me in flight mode, preventing me from wanting to switch to fight mode.
No matter what, one thing was for certain. I wasn't alone on this lonely road. That's perhaps one of the worst feelings.
Up ahead, I saw a distant flashing. They were police flashes. As I drew closer, my pursuer's footsteps quieted down and the whispering ceased.
Standing in front of me was a police officer and his vehicle behind him.
"Oh thank you, I've been trapped on this road for hours." I called out to him.
His voice was low and had an echo to it which was an immediate put-off. "It's okay son. We got reports of a disappearance happening here earlier today. They sent me to try and get you."
I replied, down on my knees due to exhaustion. "Who? Dispatch?"
"Yes,"
Upon further inspection, I started noticing some irregularities. His voice and the way he spoke sounded cold and indifferent. I would think a police officer would be happy to have found someone who was lost on this road for the first time.
Another thing that was making me nervous was how unprofessional he was behaving. His answers were vague, and his appearance looked worn-out. His uniform was tattered and his hair messy. And despite there being light from the moon, the police cars headlights, and my flashlight, his face was shrouded in a dark shadow that purposely was making sure that he was obscure for me to identify any details.
I got back onto my feet and quickly looked down near his waist. I didn't see a holster.
"Where's your gun?"
"Not important." he replied harshly.
I leered at him, my body instantly going into high alert mode again. "It's very important."
"Come with me. I'll give you a drive back home."
I did another quick analysis of his appearance and saw that there was no radio, no gun, and no badge. That would mean this was no cop.
"How about we see your face first," I flashed my light up to his face, something I had been avoiding because that would be rude. And this was an instant regret.
His eyes were glazed over with a red glow coming from them. The mouth was full of razor-sharp teeth, and the skin appeared to be leathery and pale.
He echoed, "Lunchtime."
He jumped me, throwing me back to the ground, and kept trying to bite me. It took all my strength just to keep him from getting close to my face. I kept hearing the snapping of his teeth right into my ear, and a desperate struggle ensued.
I had no weapon on me, only basic self-defense skills and my baton but I couldn’t reach for it, and this guy had some inhuman strength. Despite his body looking frail and emaciated, his strength was more than on par with mine.
"I need food," he— it growled.
I gritted my teeth, getting ready to take a huge risk. Removing one of my arms just for a split second, I punched him as hard as I could in his head.
Despite the bizarreness of this man, pain was still something that he experienced. His grip released and he held on to his face.
I got back up to my feet and grabbed my flashlight to keep my eyes on him. Now I could see what it was that I did. The entire right side had been caved in.
"My God, what are you?"
Despite the impact to the side of his head, he smiled through bloody teeth and said, "Merely a puppet."
At that, his body started to disintegrate into a pile of dust, and red light streaks shot up into the air and dispersed back into the surrounding forest.
I looked around, convinced that what I had experienced was my mind psychologically breaking at this point. When I turned back towards the police car, I thought maybe I could start driving it back. Only to be met with a long-abandoned Lincoln car.
"Looks like I'm still stuck on the road." I sighed.
Exhaustion, thirst, and hunger were starting to take their toll on me. I was desperate for something and now I'm regretting my decision not to have protein bars on me at all times.
Every passing minute was a grim reminder that my time was running out. The human body can only survive for three to four days without any water and from what I could tell, I'm well past the first day. And I'm certain that constantly moving is only lessening those precious days that I have left.
I could hear them whispering behind me again. The footsteps had grown numerous; like there was a crowd behind me. I was so tired. I needed a moment to rest but I was too afraid that that would be the last thing I would do.
Out of sheer frustration with my followers, I turned around, half expecting that there would be nothing again.
What a regretful decision that turned out to be.
This time I could see who it was. It was a crowd of people. All of their eyes were glowing red, and their bodies looked like they had shriveled up, walking limply at me. In the crowd, I saw a familiar face. The drunk driver from earlier was among them. His eyes are glowing red and his body already looked like it had been drained of all fluids, same as the rest.
I turned back and started running as fast as I could. The sweat that grew on me only managed to slow me down as it sapped away more water from my body.
I thought for sure that this was a sign that I was going to end up becoming one of them. Becoming some sort of shriveled puppet for whatever it is that has a hold on this road.
They were still chasing after me, running as well, and not too much longer, I ended up losing steam and collapsing on the side of the road. I was out of breath, drenched in sweat, and my legs were numb.
If they reached me again, there's no way I could escape.
I heard the sound of a gate grinding shut. Then it opened again. Then closed again.
Looking up, I saw an old, run-down Victorian Manor. There was an eerie red glow coming from inside, but what wasn't having a red glow today.
Feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline kicking back in, I found the strength to climb up the small hill to reach the front door of this suspiciously abandoned home.
Before I receive any judgment, anyone who was desperate for shelter would have done the same thing regardless of the obvious red flags, pun not intended.
Kicking the door in, I wasted no time entering and checking behind me to make sure that my fan club wasn't following in. To my surprise, they were back on the road but stood there watching me as I entered.
I honestly couldn't tell if that was a good sign or a bad one.
Closing the door behind me, I was greeted with chilly, dusty air that kept forcing me to cough.
I pulled my shirt over my face and moved inside, wondering where that red light was coming from. Inside was a variety of dull, neutral colors of furniture and walls. What was more jarring was the number of taxidermied animals that were littered everywhere. From the walls, to lampstands, to bear rugs, everything about this house was dead, gloomy, and sinister.
I went into the kitchen and sure enough, nothing could be found in terms of food. But I did find water. There was a dirty puddle of it in the sink, and out of desperation, I started drinking it, regardless of the health risks. And it was as bitter and rusty tasting as I should’ve expected. I could only hope that it doesn’t come back to kill me.
Wiping my face with a raggedy towel nearby, I briefly heard something rustling underneath the floorboards. That was enough to tell me that I wasn't alone in the house. But now I was trapped. My only other choice was to take my chances with the outside where that menacing crowd was waiting for me, or use whatever strength I had left on whatever was hiding in here.
I inspected each of the other rooms on the first floor, not even bothering to check the second one. So far nothing seemed terribly alarming, but I could still hear the sound of footsteps beneath me. They were loud, walking on gravel. I had this sinking feeling that they wanted me to know that they were here.
Seeing that I had no other choice, I found one last unopened door. I took a deep breath, and it slowly creaked open leading to a flight of stairs that descended into a reddish glow that was surrounded by an overwhelmingly sinister blackness that threatened to envelop me should I be brave enough to proceed forward.
With a single gulp, I took my first step down and felt the first few droplets of cold sweat. I also felt a nauseating pain in my stomach, but that could be from the water.
I took each step cautiously, believing that any moment now the door upstairs would suddenly close like a cliche horror movie.
When my foot finally hit the floor, I was surprised that the door remained open. But I was met with a hallway. A long, red wallpapered, red carpeted hallway. At this point, I'm starting to become sick of the color red. At least the colors here were a dull shade.
Pulling out my flashlight again, the flickering that I was receiving from it was alarming and I had half a mind to run back up. But I had to know if I was going to be able to live in this house for some time. And the idea of someone else being in it wasn't comforting.
I held my flashlight up like a weapon, preparing to hit whatever decided to jump out at any corner that I approached.
But no matter how many corners I reached, I was met with another long hallway that stretched roughly 20 ft.
My breathing was becoming heavier and the air was getting warmer. The hallways were growing more vibrant with each turn, and they seemed to change from right to left a lot.
At the end of each turn though, I started to notice something move just out of sight at the next turn. At first, it was tiny, like the back end of a mouse. But each time I reached the next turn, it was getting taller and I was starting to see more of what it was.
Seeing that it was trying to avoid me, I gave chase and prepared myself to start my assault on whatever it was. Out of desperation, all I could think of was to fight everything. My every thought was aggression and survival.
And yet it managed to stay ahead of me at all times as if it was teasing me. And then it finally dawned on me that I had run quite some distance.
Turning back, I realized that I had made a foolish decision. Everything was getting cleaner and more vibrant still. I had gotten myself trapped. Now I was stuck in this maze with something always ahead of me, managing to move out of sight before I could get a good look at it.
Frustration, starvation, and an overwhelming sense of dread made me want to do anything to get out of this maze and not see what was at the end of it.
I looked at the wall and used the butt end of the flashlight to start digging a hole through it. I didn't care anymore, I wanted out.
I kept chipping away with frantic speed, struggling to tear apart the solid wooden wall until it finally collapsed outwards and revealed a monstrous void on the other side. I poked my head out and saw that there was nothing out there. A cold, unfathomably deep void that was a grim choice that if I was ever going to get out of here, my only other choice was to keep pushing forward through the maze, or I could take my chances of falling into oblivion.
Seeing what my choices were, I took a few steps back, slumped against the other side, and started to cry. I never normally did something like that but the stress, the feeling of entrapment, and this whole situation that stemmed from an act of kindness has led me to an increasing sense of hopelessness that seized every one of my thoughts.
I must've kept crying for who-knows-how-long anymore. It no longer matters. No matter what happens today, I'm going to die. I just want to lie here and finally get some sleep. It wasn't the most comfortable bed, but I needed this.
I was alerted by the sound of footsteps approaching. My eyes darted open and I saw that the crowd of red-eyed people were following in after me. They were already at the other end of the hallway, staring me down.
Natural instincts kicked in and I got back on my feet and started running as fast as I could to whatever it was that they were cornering me in. If there is a chance of getting out, I have to take this.
I ran and ran, never once taking a moment to catch my breath. I still wanted to sleep, but survival was pushing me forward.
It took me a few minutes to realize that something odd was going on in the hallway itself. It was starting to become warped, blindingly bright in its red colors, and inducing petrifying fear into my heart.
But then the red wallpaper was peeling off, the wooden walls breaking up into shards, and the red lamps that hung on the sides were falling apart. It was slowly getting darker and darker. I turned on my flashlight just to make sure that I didn't run into a wall, but it flickered erratically, making the way ahead obscure and unpredictable.
It didn't matter for too long because I made it to the end.
At the far end of the last hallway was a swirling vortex of black mist, an eerie white glow around the edge, and red eyes. Of course...
They stared at me as if they were awaiting my arrival. On the ceiling was a black slime that was morphing together and splitting apart, dripping down to the floor. From the vortex of eyes and mist, five long pincers were stretched out, reminding me of praying mantis’ pincers.
When I moved in closer by a few steps, I was compelled to stare into a cosmic maelstrom of impossible depths, and through the swarming array of red lightning at the other end of this unfathomable creature, a pulsing organ, shaped like a heart but covered in wiggling strands of hair and misshapen eyes. The pupils were like that of a goat, and— you guessed it— red.
I was disturbed by the crowd of red-eyed people behind me. They stopped their advance as I was making my approach to the anomaly.
"You have made it," it whispered with a slow and calculated voice.
"I have," I said, unsure about what to do next.
"You ran from my grasp outside, entered my home, and your perseverance has brought you this far so that you may see my true form."
I took a few more steps forward, peering at the entity with a sudden rush of curiosity. Upon my even closer observation, from behind the deathly heart, I swear I could see three figures shrouded in a veil of shadows behind it.
But instead of asking any questions, I begged, "Let me out!"
"Why should I? I have no reason to spare you. As you can see behind you, I feed on the minds of those who enter my domain."
Once again, my fight or flight instincts were kicking in and I was ready to do what I must. But it would be crazy to attack something as abstract and out of this world as this creature was. And then I thought for a moment. Could a deal be reached?
"Perhaps—" I swallowed. "Perhaps we can come to an agreement."
A jarring long pause followed before it said, "How so?"
"I'll uh..." I tried to think about what I was going to do. If it's anything that I've learned from movies and TV shows where these types of deals happened, this thing will want me to bring more people and encourage them to drive so that it can snatch them up onto the road. But I wasn't about to sell out my own race. I rationed with myself that I could do something else. Perhaps I should ask it what it wants.
"Is there anything that you want? Something that doesn't involve me selling out people to you?"
"If I say no, are you still willing to offer me people to feed on?"
I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. If this was going to be where I would die, I was going to go out with a shred of dignity intact. Even if that meant having to give up my own life to save others. I don't think I could live with myself by tricking people.
"No. I care about other people's lives more than my own. I wouldn't be able to live with myself or look my mother in the eyes if she ever found out."
I stood there defiantly, but inside I was shaking and having a horrible case of butterflies in my stomach.
"How noble," it said softly. "All right then, I will make another deal for you. I can see that you will be most valuable in the future. I'll let you go on the condition that you bring me more creatures like me."
"What, disturbing?" I thought.
But what I said was, "Another like you?"
"I am a being known as a Primordial. There are many like me on this planet and I wish to devour them."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"I'll give you a helping hand. Plus, there's a war between them and I'd rather not have my territory and peace disturbed or my human snacks wiped out over their infighting."
"That's more doable I guess." I said, believing it much less morally wrong to sell out another one of these "Primordials" and sacrifice them to this monstrosity.
"And to make sure that you don't go back on your word—"
Before I had time to react, one of its pincers extended out too quickly for me to dodge in time, drilling itself into my shoulder and leaving a nasty blackened puncture wound.
"Now you'll be forced to bring me my prize. Don't go running away. I have planted myself inside your body and could easily bring you back here should you betray me."
I should have guessed there was going to be some insurance for this creature. I was trapped and had to go through with this deal. Now the next means of action was to find another creature like this.
The creature's pincers all extended outwards and a loud flashbang hit me before I could look away. My mind left spinning, and in utter confusion. And then I heard my name being repeatedly screamed out to me.
"ADAM! ADAM! ADAM!"
I awoke, shocked to see that Derek was pulling me out of a car. He dropped me onto the ground and we both were breathing heavily.
"Man, you sure are a heavy guy," he remarked.
I was quick to realize where I was and quickly got back to my feet to look for the drunk driver. He wasn't in the driver's seat.
"Where did the driver go?" I asked.
Derek slowly got back on his feet and said, "You're welcome, and I don't know. He must have run off by the time you got over there."
I was smart enough to know that that wasn't the truth. I had to play the part that I was not aware of what truly happened to him.
I had to fill out a report to the police department and tell them everything that I knew. Well, a manufactured story that would coincide with Derek's side of the story. I took it upon myself to have the next week off, desperately trying to drown out my frequent nightmares of whatever it was that I saw with bottle after bottle of vodka and whiskey.
But one night, after a rough night of trying to get some sleep, I was disturbed by the sound of an owl. I don't know why this particular owl was able to get me out of bed, but when I went to the window to see how such a creature could be so loud, I was given a grim reminder.
That bird had that particular pair of velvet-colored eyes that I had grown to disdain. And it was a warning to me to get to work.
A sudden rush of piercing pain struck me in my shoulder. When I pulled my shirt down to check it, I could see the black, veiny markings exactly where the puncture wound happened. Weird, this wound disappeared when I got back to town. But that was a warning shot to get to work on finding more of those foul, lowlife primordial things that this... thing wants.
And right before I closed the blinds, I heard it whisper to me once more with a mocking tone. "I'm waiting. Get moving now. Or perhaps you'd like to get your mom in a car next?"
It seems that there would be no rest for the weary today. I have to get ready now, I have to find something out there. Until I'm able to update, take care and for the love of God, don't drive at night in a town with a street called "Lockhill Road."
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2023.03.29 06:47 ItAintEZbeinWheezy I would do it again.

Background: My two roommates and I moved out about a month ago from our old house to get away from the over barring housemate we had. She would go through our stuff, pick out small things to be passive aggressive about, and would complain about one of us to the other individually. Total mess. Not to mention the landlord she would tell on us to CONSTANTLY when things didn’t go her way.
The three of us ended up banning together, and found a house to move into that conveniently(for us) was next door with amazing landlord couple to rent from.
With I not having a ton of mail sent to that house, I decided it was better to not bother with a change of address form. Since with my bank and work I changed stuff a few weeks before moving. Well, thinking I was okay after getting settled at my new house my old housemate thought it would’ve be okay to place my mail in the mail box. In the U.S. this is actually a federal offense, since she is not the resident of the house. I let it slide the first time but it happened again and I’ve lost it.
Petty thing I did: well since she likes to put things in peoples mail boxes I thought I’d place some things in her’s(not ethically) I’ve sent the last two days signing her up to receive visits from JWs and Mormons, receive a bunch of religious paraphernalia, baby stuff(she is past child barring years) patenting magazines, travel guides, and tons of stuff to keep her occupied with getting for a little while anyways. The other thing I did was to make sure she had a copy of state laws showing what is trespassing as well as USPS regulations on mail boxes, etc. I think it’s enough. I may decide to do this again when I’m bored but I’m out of websites and the ones I gave info to will 100000% give her info away.
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2023.03.29 06:32 LennyBlithe [A4F] Skyrim; The vampire and the dragonborn

Hi! I’m Lenny. I’m a sixteen year old male who’s been roleplaying for about three years. I’m capable of writing 1+ paragraphs, though I usually write between four and six. I match my partner’s length, so you’re free to write however much you want! I only have a couple requirements, being you must be semi-literate to literate (1+ full paragraphs, 2+ preferred) and you must be able to write Serana canonically.
Recently, I bought the Anniversary Edition for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and a few creation club creations made me really want to make that Dragonborn into an OC to RP with! This being said, my OC (Elysia) does start off with a couple Creations along with them, that being the unicorn and Arachnia. More information on Elysia will be provided in DMs! Also, I have variations of Elysia as both male and female. All depending on my partner's preference.
Side note, this is NOT a romance RP! I am looking for quite the opposite, actually. I'm open to doing romance, but it would need to REALLY make sense and also be really slow. This being said, I would much rather Serana and Elysia have a twin-sibling like bond. Able to banter with each other, but when it comes down to it, they will stand back to back to keep the other one safe.
If the plot posted below interests you, feel free to DM me!
Also, I would highly prefer for the RP to take place on Discord. I just am rarely on Reddit until I get an email saying that someone messaged me, so it makes replies exceedingly slow.
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The journey was over. First, together, they slayed Harkon, the dreaded vampire and father of Serana. Then, the World-Eater: Alduin. Then, Miraak, the First Dragonborn. Skyrim was safe. Elysia filled their role has the Dragonborn, the protector of Skyrim, even if they did refuse to become the high ruler, that honor went to Jarl Elisif. Everything was fine. Nobody would dare threaten Skyrim's peace as long as Elysia was still alive and fighting. Skyrim experienced a time of peace. Bandits and other petty thieves ceased to exist out of fear of hearing the mythical shouts.
Serana and Elysia parted ways. Elysia left her to fulfill their role as the protector, while Serana dealt with her own personal issues. Maybe they would cross paths again, some day. Maybe old age would catch up with Elysia before they got the chance. Who knew? What the future had in store was untold. Vampires were done for, leaving Fort Dawnguard useless. Only Isran remained, and possibly Serana. With Harkon gone, it's just as likely that she claimed Castle Volkihar for herself. On the other hand, Elysia sought to perfect their skills in the arcane, and learn as many shouts as he could. Their lust for knowledge was a savior sometimes, but could just as well be their downfall.
Five short years passed. Five years after Alduin fell, something happened. All of Tamriel was plunged into war. A battle for who would claim themselves as the ruler of Tamriel. Jarl Elisif tried her best to keep Skyrim safe from the war, but no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to keep the inhabitants safe from the Earth-shaking battles of the war. Skyrim had to remain neutral. Anybody who tried and disturb her peace would be met with the Dragonborn.
Serana was safe from the war. Her home was too far off most of Skyrim's maps, so she was safe. Nobody had any reason to attack and if they did, she was far too powerful to be taken down. She lived a peaceful life. Until something happened. In the midst of the war, Serana saw something.
The ear-piercing screeches of thousands times thousands of souls. The very barriers of the plane she stood in weakened. All of humanity trembling and bowing before a figure that wasn't quite visible yet. Everyone on the world of Nirn, bowing. Soaked in blood, with tears streaming down their faces. Nords, Elves, Argonians. Men, women, children. The figure they bowed before slowly came into the picture. It was a face. A face she was all too familiar with. A face that would immediately cause her to break down. The face of the Daedric Prince who ruined her life. Who forced her and her mother into becoming a vampire.
Molag Bal.
He was back. He was going to use the war to destroy the barrier between Tamriel and Oblivion. She was the only one who knew what was happening. She couldn't fight him alone. She couldn't even look at him without feeling sick to her stomach. What could she do? Was there anything she could do? The panic set in as she felt sick to her stomach. But when she settled down, she realized. There was something she could do. There was somebody she could go to.
"Then we'll fight. But not for Skyrim. Not for Tamriel. Not even for Nirn. For you, Serana. He will fall in your name."
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2023.03.29 06:31 LennyBlithe [A4F] Skyrim; The vampire and the dragonborn

Hi! I’m Lenny. I’m a sixteen year old male who’s been roleplaying for about three years. I’m capable of writing 1+ paragraphs, though I usually write between four and six. I match my partner’s length, so you’re free to write however much you want! I only have a couple requirements, being you must be semi-literate to literate (1+ full paragraphs, 2+ preferred) and you must be able to write Serana canonically.
Recently, I bought the Anniversary Edition for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and a few creation club creations made me really want to make that Dragonborn into an OC to RP with! This being said, my OC (Elysia) does start off with a couple Creations along with them, that being the unicorn and Arachnia. More information on Elysia will be provided in DMs! Also, I have variations of Elysia as both male and female. All depending on my partner's preference.
Side note, this is NOT a romance RP! I am looking for quite the opposite, actually. I'm open to doing romance, but it would need to REALLY make sense and also be really slow. This being said, I would much rather Serana and Elysia have a twin-sibling like bond. Able to banter with each other, but when it comes down to it, they will stand back to back to keep the other one safe.
If the plot posted below interests you, feel free to DM me!
Also, I would highly prefer for the RP to take place on Discord. I just am rarely on Reddit until I get an email saying that someone messaged me, so it makes replies exceedingly slow.
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The journey was over. First, together, they slayed Harkon, the dreaded vampire and father of Serana. Then, the World-Eater: Alduin. Then, Miraak, the First Dragonborn. Skyrim was safe. Elysia filled their role has the Dragonborn, the protector of Skyrim, even if they did refuse to become the high ruler, that honor went to Jarl Elisif. Everything was fine. Nobody would dare threaten Skyrim's peace as long as Elysia was still alive and fighting. Skyrim experienced a time of peace. Bandits and other petty thieves ceased to exist out of fear of hearing the mythical shouts.
Serana and Elysia parted ways. Elysia left her to fulfill their role as the protector, while Serana dealt with her own personal issues. Maybe they would cross paths again, some day. Maybe old age would catch up with Elysia before they got the chance. Who knew? What the future had in store was untold. Vampires were done for, leaving Fort Dawnguard useless. Only Isran remained, and possibly Serana. With Harkon gone, it's just as likely that she claimed Castle Volkihar for herself. On the other hand, Elysia sought to perfect their skills in the arcane, and learn as many shouts as he could. Their lust for knowledge was a savior sometimes, but could just as well be their downfall.
Five short years passed. Five years after Alduin fell, something happened. All of Tamriel was plunged into war. A battle for who would claim themselves as the ruler of Tamriel. Jarl Elisif tried her best to keep Skyrim safe from the war, but no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to keep the inhabitants safe from the Earth-shaking battles of the war. Skyrim had to remain neutral. Anybody who tried and disturb her peace would be met with the Dragonborn.
Serana was safe from the war. Her home was too far off most of Skyrim's maps, so she was safe. Nobody had any reason to attack and if they did, she was far too powerful to be taken down. She lived a peaceful life. Until something happened. In the midst of the war, Serana saw something.
The ear-piercing screeches of thousands times thousands of souls. The very barriers of the plane she stood in weakened. All of humanity trembling and bowing before a figure that wasn't quite visible yet. Everyone on the world of Nirn, bowing. Soaked in blood, with tears streaming down their faces. Nords, Elves, Argonians. Men, women, children. The figure they bowed before slowly came into the picture. It was a face. A face she was all too familiar with. A face that would immediately cause her to break down. The face of the Daedric Prince who ruined her life. Who forced her and her mother into becoming a vampire.
Molag Bal.
He was back. He was going to use the war to destroy the barrier between Tamriel and Oblivion. She was the only one who knew what was happening. She couldn't fight him alone. She couldn't even look at him without feeling sick to her stomach. What could she do? Was there anything she could do? The panic set in as she felt sick to her stomach. But when she settled down, she realized. There was something she could do. There was somebody she could go to.
"Then we'll fight. But not for Skyrim. Not for Tamriel. Not even for Nirn. For you, Serana. He will fall in your name."
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2023.03.29 06:30 LennyBlithe [A4F] Skyrim; The vampire and the dragonborn

Hi! I’m Lenny. I’m a sixteen year old male who’s been roleplaying for about three years. I’m capable of writing 1+ paragraphs, though I usually write between four and six. I match my partner’s length, so you’re free to write however much you want! I only have a couple requirements, being you must be semi-literate to literate (1+ full paragraphs, 2+ preferred) and you must be able to write Serana canonically.
Recently, I bought the Anniversary Edition for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and a few creation club creations made me really want to make that Dragonborn into an OC to RP with! This being said, my OC (Elysia) does start off with a couple Creations along with them, that being the unicorn and Arachnia. More information on Elysia will be provided in DMs! Also, I have variations of Elysia as both male and female. All depending on my partner's preference.
Side note, this is NOT a romance RP! I am looking for quite the opposite, actually. I'm open to doing romance, but it would need to REALLY make sense and also be really slow. This being said, I would much rather Serana and Elysia have a twin-sibling like bond. Able to banter with each other, but when it comes down to it, they will stand back to back to keep the other one safe.
If the plot posted below interests you, feel free to DM me!
Also, I would highly prefer for the RP to take place on Discord. I just am rarely on Reddit until I get an email saying that someone messaged me, so it makes replies exceedingly slow.
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The journey was over. First, together, they slayed Harkon, the dreaded vampire and father of Serana. Then, the World-Eater: Alduin. Then, Miraak, the First Dragonborn. Skyrim was safe. Elysia filled their role has the Dragonborn, the protector of Skyrim, even if they did refuse to become the high ruler, that honor went to Jarl Elisif. Everything was fine. Nobody would dare threaten Skyrim's peace as long as Elysia was still alive and fighting. Skyrim experienced a time of peace. Bandits and other petty thieves ceased to exist out of fear of hearing the mythical shouts.
Serana and Elysia parted ways. Elysia left her to fulfill their role as the protector, while Serana dealt with her own personal issues. Maybe they would cross paths again, some day. Maybe old age would catch up with Elysia before they got the chance. Who knew? What the future had in store was untold. Vampires were done for, leaving Fort Dawnguard useless. Only Isran remained, and possibly Serana. With Harkon gone, it's just as likely that she claimed Castle Volkihar for herself. On the other hand, Elysia sought to perfect their skills in the arcane, and learn as many shouts as he could. Their lust for knowledge was a savior sometimes, but could just as well be their downfall.
Five short years passed. Five years after Alduin fell, something happened. All of Tamriel was plunged into war. A battle for who would claim themselves as the ruler of Tamriel. Jarl Elisif tried her best to keep Skyrim safe from the war, but no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to keep the inhabitants safe from the Earth-shaking battles of the war. Skyrim had to remain neutral. Anybody who tried and disturb her peace would be met with the Dragonborn.
Serana was safe from the war. Her home was too far off most of Skyrim's maps, so she was safe. Nobody had any reason to attack and if they did, she was far too powerful to be taken down. She lived a peaceful life. Until something happened. In the midst of the war, Serana saw something.
The ear-piercing screeches of thousands times thousands of souls. The very barriers of the plane she stood in weakened. All of humanity trembling and bowing before a figure that wasn't quite visible yet. Everyone on the world of Nirn, bowing. Soaked in blood, with tears streaming down their faces. Nords, Elves, Argonians. Men, women, children. The figure they bowed before slowly came into the picture. It was a face. A face she was all too familiar with. A face that would immediately cause her to break down. The face of the Daedric Prince who ruined her life. Who forced her and her mother into becoming a vampire.
Molag Bal.
He was back. He was going to use the war to destroy the barrier between Tamriel and Oblivion. She was the only one who knew what was happening. She couldn't fight him alone. She couldn't even look at him without feeling sick to her stomach. What could she do? Was there anything she could do? The panic set in as she felt sick to her stomach. But when she settled down, she realized. There was something she could do. There was somebody she could go to.
"Then we'll fight. But not for Skyrim. Not for Tamriel. Not even for Nirn. For you, Serana. He will fall in your name."
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2023.03.29 06:00 Karn-The-Creator Wednesday Arena Chat Thread

'Magic bleeds into real life. With Magic, I was mainly being driven by the idea that, if people could collect their own cards, there would be a huge amount of variety to the game. In fact, one way I viewed it was that it was like designing a game for a vast audience, dealing out the cards to everybody instead of designing a bunch of little games.' - Richard Garfield, Creator of Magic: The Gathering
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2023.03.29 05:55 Slenderman35999 About Ross and Rachel….

I personally think they are both at fault here. If you think about it, Rachel allows Mark to come over, which in turn validates Ross’ insecurities, and Ross, though they were technically not together, shouldn’t have allowed himself to get into that position of temptation in the first place. The fact that he allowed himself to get into that position the SAME DAY as his break-up with Rachel says a lot about Ross if you think about it. I personally have never really liked Ross or Rachel as a couple. I always thought they were toxic to each other. Ross was clingy, jealous and super insecure which is a sign of emotional immaturity and Rachel was petty, manipulative to Ross, slightly stuck up (though she got better) and pretty insensitive to what Ross was going through, which also emotionally immature. She also got Ross to cheat on at least one of his girlfriends (I feel so sorry for Julie and Bonnie). I don’t mind either of them as characters (to an extent), as they do get better (in some ways) as the series goes on, but they are an all around toxic couple that shouldn’t have been together after the first break-up. What’re your thoughts?
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2023.03.29 05:16 ranchxnoobxtryhard MRAdv. Nuzlocke Run 4.5: Reshoring, Part 0

[Plot, no gameplay]
...We resume where we'd ended before. Spooky, having faced Medows in its final match, surprised everyone by defeating Medows in spectacular fashion. The entire stadium was on the edge of their seats, watching the two reptilians exchange slashes of their claws and tails, most notably the Board Members in the Glass Seats. Spooky had a hostility that was unlike anything we'd seen in these Experiments thus far: totally outperforming its more formidable counterpart in its opponent, something that the statistics and betters weren't able to predict. It expressed a fierceness that... Even now, I'm wracked by chills witnessing such brutality. There was a message sent from that Tournament floor... And that was: Spooky will not be taken gently. I had so much... Pride, and unfettered joy, watching its spirit erupt from within, which extended even to the furthest bleachers, felt by every attendee.
It... Stirred a deep anguish in me. I knew what this all meant. I knew that, even though Spooky tried its best, and fought its heart out, that it would not receive first place. It... Was difficult to stop myself from trying to leave. I didn't want to have to face what came next. I looked up to the Glass Seats, chest heavy. There're some pattings of shoulders, they seem... Pleased?
Looking back down to Spooky, it's slithering around the stage... Always liked the fight, and the cheering. It looked so proud, as it raised its arms up, turning to each corner of the thrilled audience. They definitely got their money's worth out of this one. It turned to the final corner and locked eyes with me... God, I felt paralyzed... What am I going to do about this? I can't...
...It can't be the end for Spooky. Not here, not like this. My eyes still fixed, I feel my arms rise up to match its form, and a vehement roar forces its way out of me. I felt my eardrums vibrate; from my periphery I saw the heads around me lean away as their persons covered their ears; and Spooky opens its maw in kind, shrieking into the air back towards me. It must've heard me. I just... Hope it couldn't see too much of me in that moment. It shouldn't be worried about why my cheeks are dripping. It's never seen that before. It doesn't deserve to be distracted by that right now. It felt like forever, that moment; until it, inevitably, had to end.
Spooky breaks gaze to parade around the Arena again. I feel my throat coarse as my lungs fill up again, breaking me out of the trance, and redirect my eyes to the clear box which enclosed Richard and the other Collars. He's shaking hands with each of Them as They exit in file; I have no idea what they're smiling so much about. This prick, what foolery is he up to this time?
I see one of them has white hair; I remember him from when I was Commissioned: he's one of the Overseers, and he doesn't look as jolly as the rest. He stays at the threshold for a moment longer and I can see Richard speaking with him intently. The Overseer exits, but they do not shake hands. Richard shrugs his shoulders, and I see them hunch to relaxed... His head quivers and he fixes his tie and collar while grabbing his fancy bottle and walks to the front of the box. He's looking at my corner and keeps motioning, pointing downward at the Arena. He puts a thumbs-up whilst taking a swig out of the bottle, before turning around awkwardly and taking one of the women in the room in his arms; the others follow him out, and the lights in the room dim themselves off.
Spooky goes to the Resting Area through the corridor leading out of the Arena. I'll see it in a little while- I have someone I need to speak to first. Where are you, Richa-
"Oh hey, buddy!" I hear from the entryway to my Section as people begin to shuffle out. He motions for me to come towards him, maintaining the action for nearly a minute while I shuffle along the line of bleachers and walk down the steps. I don't have the energy anymore to act excited. He puts his hand on my shoulder and leans on it. "Gotta have a drink with me, man- that was the best thing I'd ever seen! Hey, why you lookin' so pale, man? You see a ghost or something? C'mon, you gotta-"
I shrug him off of me, trying to get him to take this seriously. He quickly reacts. "Hey, no, man, listen..." Replacing his hand on my shoulder, leaning in close to my ear. His voice drops dynamically to a hush, and I feel his hot breath against the side of my face...
..."I got some good news for ya. Let's have a little drinky, bud."
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2023.03.29 05:05 EdgyAnimeReference "Main Character Energy" Friend

Hello everyone,
So I'm looking for advise on how to delicately approach when a particular friend is making everything about themselves. For example we have a group chat and they haven't been able to make it out to meetups recently and anytime we send photos from the event this friend will comment on how busy they have been and write a long winded message about how they want to make it out but why they in particular cannot. Everyone's busy all the time, its not a big deal to miss out for a few weeks. A quick "so bummed i missed it" would have sufficed.
The very poignant focus on themselves both makes these moments shift to the group working to make them feel better or kinda just stops the "flow" in its tracks. Other situations include casual hangouts of "how are you" being met with "not so good" and if uninterrupted will be given a very uncondensed story of their current woe. I'm not against sharing with your friend when things are going poorly but idk a yoga class doesn't seem to be the time to talk about your housing struggles or job issues in massive detail. Its not complaining to reduce steam, its sympathy fishing with whatever new bad thing has occurred without much thought to the tone of a hangout.
I think my biggest issue is that they seem to have this air of me me me that clouds all the fun good things about the friendship. I feel bad wanting to correct them on this because they have a traumatic past but others in our friend group have confirmed the same thing. They are always unintentionally oversharing their life, think everyone wants to hear about it all the time and get overworked about every little thing in their life and treat it like its going to be a massive deal (for them of course) and look to the friend group for confirmation of this "massive deal".
idk am i just being petty or is this something that you would try to bring up in some way?
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2023.03.29 05:01 sneakysnek_1 How do I handle a terrible elderly neighbor?

my wife and I bought a beach house last June, it’s a 4 unit community that shares a pool and common area(lot of land) the community is made up of 2 sets of townhomes.
Information about the homes/ occupants.
Home A: couple in their 50s, wife is the HOW treasure.
Home B: our home, we bought and the home is in a trust that also include my parents. Basically the property is shared by my parents, my wife, and I. My mom is the current HOA president (explanation to follow).
Home C: elderly couple (late 60s early 70s) husband was former HOA president. He’s the asshole. Decided to list their home for sale, they also have a house on Florida, which they said they were moving to regardless of their home sells her by May. If it doesn’t sell they will just rent it out. He spends all of his day sitting outside because he hates his wife.
Home D: also bought around the same time we bought our house. Used as a rental property.
Back to the story…
We move in around June and aren’t there full time. But spend a decent amount of time there. We’ve always been friendly and helpful and tried to respect everyone. Husband of house C has always had issues with us, to many visitors, not leaving our outside lights on, and many other trivial petty things. Well when he decided to list his house back in OctobeNovember he said he wanted to give up the HOA president position (because he assumed his house would seek fast, even with him listing it 100K over what we bought our house for, which is almost identical, plus rising rate). He suggested the husband of home A take it on. Home A thought it wasn’t a good idea having the president and treasurer of the HOA in the same house/married to each other. So they nominate my mom.
Some Information about my mom. She has been a real estate agent for 20 years, has worked with HOA’s before, built up the rental and property management side of her company and has plenty of experience on what to do.
So everyone votes and elects my mom as president (she also asked the former president if they wanted to wait until he sold his house before taking over, to which he said no, go ahead and start asap).
Come to find out after my mom takes over that the last 8 years they’ve been engaged in this good ol boy method of taking care of bills/vendors/accounting. The former president let our liability insurance lapse and didn’t tell anyone. So my mom naturally is trying to right the ship and get everything taken care of. She got quotes for insurance and provided that info to the owners and the former president provided a new quote from the former insurance company that was more expensive and provided less coverage. So naturally everyone else voted for one of the quotes my mom got.
Our pool has had a leak for 2 years and the former president has just put a band aid on it instead of finding the cause. Every time she tries asking questions he gave her the run around. I get the vibe that he’s a misogynist and doesn’t like women’s in power asking him questions, he’s been totally useless.
Everything blew up this weekend…we have residential elevators, the manufacturer states they should be inspected yearly and the battery replaced every 3-4 years. They guy that services the elevators is the same one who installed them, and he has requested that all 4 home do it at the same time as it’s easier for him because he lives 1.5 hours away. My mom being a proactive president got all the information and his first available time and emailed it to all the owners. She didn’t commit to anything. There’s also a new law in place for rentals with residential elevators that she include. Home A and D agreed and were thankful/appreciative. Home C blows up in a and stars taking shit and just being a Dick to my mom. This guy has fought my mom every step of the way. He then threw up using spectrum for our pool phone without getting any quotes…but he’s the one use chose them in the first place.
This whole thing is ridiculous, none of the other neighbors like him and he’s a bully. My only hope is someone will buy the house so he can get out of here.
If anyone want to buy a beach house lmk, lol.
Email threads
https://imgur.com/a/49225WL
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2023.03.29 04:52 paternalpadfoot [TOMT][CARTOON CHARACTER] A small pastel green cartoon character with glasses much larger than his head

This has been driving me nuts all month. I can picture this character pretty clearly in my head, but cannot find him anywhere, and my drawing skills are way below what I need to try that method of identification
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2023.03.29 04:47 No_Sky6810 Never My Love (S5 Finale)

I am rewatching the season 5 finale and can’t help but wonder if there are certain things that were left out from the books that would have made Claire’s kidnapping make more sense. Not that it should have happened otherwise, but it seems like there are some logical missteps by Lionel Brown and the whole situation never should have happened. Can book readers help me out or does anyone have any explanations/theories to these points?
  1. How did Lionel not expect Jamie (and others from the Ridge) to come after them?
    1. What did Lionel think his brother Richard’s reaction would be when Claire was brought to Brownsville? There’s no way he would have supported that.
    2. Did Lionel not think about the repercussions of his actions on the relationship between Brownsville and Fraser’s Ridge?
    3. How could Lionel have expected Claire to go up in front of the women of Brownsville in her physical and mental state? I mean she was just shattered when Jamie finally got to her.
    4. They didn’t even interrogate Claire about her identity as Dr. Rawlings. For all they know she could have received the box from him after the newspaper was published. I guess it didn’t matter and he needed a scapegoat regardless
For the sake of the story I know that we would just conclude that Lionel is a horrible person driven by anger and put little thought into this plan. It’s just hard to shake all of these questions and I wonder if I am missing something
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2023.03.29 04:46 qqqbyt Update: My father stole my HRT, and now I have evidence

Hello! this is an update from this post.
I do not live with my parents any longer. I don't need assistance with getting medication. My goal with this post is to get some advice on the process of pressing charges against an offender.
UPS got back to me with a signature for the package that was stolen. Unfortunately, the signature was simply an ambiguous 'X', but just as fortunately - I have never signed anything in my life, no check, document, or package - in this manner. While I can't prove who signed directly, I can do so by a process of elimination.
UPS showed delivery on a day, a Tuesday, at 12pm, where I know without even a shred of doubt that the only one at my house was my father. There are only four people in the house, myself, my mother, my father, and brother. Both my brother and my mother leave for work at 8am, I was at the community library from 11am to 2pm.
I can establish motive, and evidence. I have put together a document that is a timeline of all the events as I can best recall. I have gathered evidence of my father's behavior towards me, video, images, and I have witness testimony from family of his abuse. It would be very easy to convince a judge my father did this, and that his *motive* for doing this was prejudice against me as a transgender individual.
My only question now is, what is the best way to present this to the police?
Here are some important details:
What I need help with / Suggestions for
I have never gone to the police and charged someone before. How do I present myself? What am I expected to bring with me, do I just go to any police station, or a government building? Who do I ask to speak to? Will I also be able to file a restraining order?
Why not go to asklegaladvice**?**To be honest, I am afraid of dealing with transphobes. I have sought legal advice there before for very obvious violations of my rights as an employee, and they are often extremely condescending to people who don't understand the law. I feel I can trust the transgender community to give me better advice that isn't mired by someone else's personal grudges against the lgbtq community.
What are the charges I am attempting to press?
I can't ask the police to press charges over 40$ of stolen goods, they'll be irritated with me. It's just petty theft. However, this theft was motivated by prejudice and it was theft of a medical prescription. And not just any medical prescription, but an essential one - your body needs a proper balance of hormones - this is not just aspirin, this medication is critical to my care and health as a transgender individual and as a human being. At the time it was stolen, my T was at 15, there needs to be something to balance that out.
So, at this point, I think I can charge my fatheabuser with theft and willful obstruction of medical care. And since both were done out of malice towards me as a transgender person, I think I can say without being unfair that it is a hate crime.
So What I am asking is, how do I present this information to police? If anyone has any experience pressing charges, I would love to know what to expect, how to prepare myself beforehand, and where exactly I should expect to go. There is a police station in my town, my first thought is to go there.
I also need to file a restraining order, because I am fearful my father will retaliate directly.

Any and all advice is greatly appreciated <3 The support I received on the first post helped me overcome a lot of anger and anxiety, thank you all so much!
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2023.03.29 04:09 AetherWolf66 Having to be my Dad’s Best Friend. Alcoholic/Narcissist/Emotional Incest Parent

So the title describes how I feel about my dad. My Dad is an Alcoholic, a Narcissist, and looks to me to be his therapist. Because he is an alcoholic and a narcissist, he comes off as obnoxious to family members and family friends. I still live with my dad, so whenever I am not hanging with my friends, I am having to be my dad’s best friend and go out to eat with him on a frequent basis. I am looking into seeing a therapist because I feel like a role reversal is going on between him and myself, plus the fact my dad drinks on a daily basis has messed me up mentally. His short term memory is fucked because he repeats things multiple times as if it’s the first time he is saying it, and he doesn’t ever know what day or time it is. He loses his wallet, phone, and keys all the time I have lost count. Just can’t imagine what he would be like if he was living alone without me being home. He then brings up things to get himself worked up over, like petty things (I.e. someone said something to him in a condescending way and it “pisses him off”). So I have to play therapist and tell him to not get worked up over that stuff, but he will keep bringing the same stuff up and the cycle goes back around. It’s been emotionally scarring for me. I’m saving up money to move out, but housing market being shit and all doesn’t help too much. That’s why I’m entertaining the option to look for a therapist first.
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2023.03.29 04:03 stalecrusader AITA for calling my friend immature after his 19th birthday party?

M from UK here, this happened a few months ago. For his upcoming 19th birthday, my friend (who I’ll call Adam) invited me and a few others around to his house for his birthday. The plan was to meet at his, go to the pub and get drinks, and then go back to his to chill and finish off the night.
When we got to the pub, a Wetherspoons, all 5 of us agreed to do rounds, but when it was Adam’s turn to buy he backed out. I didn’t have a problem with this because Spoons is pretty cheap, and after all it was his birthday coming up so nobody really cared. However, he later spoke to me saying that it was wrong of me to propose doing rounds at the pub because it was his birthday and he’s unemployed, but it is important to know that I was not the one to suggest we do rounds (another friend did), he agreed to do them, and him being unemployed is his choice as he isn’t actively looking for work or in education and essentially lives off his parents.
After me explaining that I wasn’t the one to suggest rounds and that he should have simply said that he didn’t want to do them, he went on to say that he would EXPECT us to “bring a bottle” or buy him drinks because soon it’s his birthday. Note that all of us did pay for drinks for him, so why he brought this up (to me) seemed like he was just trying to not spend any money on anyone but himself. However, I let him know that I thought “expecting” us to pay for his drinks is wrong, especially seeing as it was his idea for this to take place, but he sees no problem with it due to his birthday coming up.
I then went on to say that his behaviour and particularly the expectancy was immature, granted we’re still young but to be expecting gifts of any form off your friends for your 19th rubbed me the wrong way. Again, I don’t see his problem as we did all buy him drinks, but he thought expecting this to happen was fine whereas I didn’t, especially seeing as it was his idea to go the pub.
So AITA? I’m aware it’s very small and petty, but he still brings this up months later, saying I’m in the wrong for saying his expectation was unjust and childish whereas he still sees no issue with it. To clarify, it is the expectation I had an issue with, nothing else. Thanks.
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