Graduation Outfit For Mom Classy

Hi! my graduation is coming up soon in three days, and the conversation about what I’m going to wear came up a few times with my mom. I’m 18 living with my parents and also live in an ethnic household, so I’m legally independent on paper, but not really in the eyes of my family. I want to preface by saying that, I personally, don’t have a deep attachment to graduating and having the traditional big grad party. I’m proud of my achievements, but have never been the type of person interested in big gestures and celebrations. Enter my mom. My mom (a person who had graduated at some point in her life) has tried multiple times to persuade me into hosting a party when I communicated several times to her that I don’t want one, and every time I said no, she would go on about how I’m “robbing her from the most important moment of her life as my mother”. After a couple more attempts, I was able to have her call it off, and I thought maybe finally we’re on the same page Come today. My mom was trying to get me to go to the mall today to shop for a grad outfit and I said yes. I found something I really liked, but the moment I showed it to her she expressed her dislike and told me pick something else out because the color I chose wasn’t “appropriate for the event”. Having dealt with many times my mom has shutdown my opinions and choices because it doesn’t align with hers, I kind of snapped and told her she cares more about the damn graduation more than she does me, and she can either choose to support me and let me decide what I want to wear at MY graduation, or not come at all. The argument ended with her saying how “our ‘friendship’ is over” (which is how the she views our relationship conditionally) and how ‘true’ friends don’t disrespect each other by refusing to accept each others’ criticisms. I discussed the matter with my family and they told I was overreacting and making such a big deal out of nothing (which I kind of understand) The reason that I’m conflicted though is majorly because of my mother’s upbringing. She was raised in a very strict household and wasn’t allowed to go out at my age. She had a strained relationship with my authoritative grandfather which is why she gets very defensive now about any sort of criticism, and has a victim mentality. So, knowing that, yes, I’m in a much more comfortable living situation at this point of my life compared to my mom, should I let her have a say in my milestones and let her (kind of) live the life she would’ve liked and, definitely deserved, through me, or should stand by my decision and reinforce my boundaries with her? submitted by /u/somedumbassat1am to r/AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]

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Lesson 1 Three hours after my ‘classmate’ Rachel and I reappeared outside of my former high school, we had our first meal of the day in an empty McDonald’s parking lot. By the grace of Amon, all our stuff was transported with us, including my car key. I had never been a religious person, despite my upbringing, but I swore I’d build him a shrine if I ever made it back alive. Rachel still had her gun. However, she had entered the classroom from somewhere else, far away, so she basically stuck with me for the night. I offered to find her a motel room, but she insisted we stay on the move. “Yes, we escaped his domain. Great job, tiger! But we did just pester one of the oldest, most influential deities in existence. Even without his monstrous servants, I’m pretty sure Apoph is already having his cult of human followers hunt us down. Wouldn’t want to wake up on a sacrificial altar tomorrow morning, would you?” I couldn’t argue, so we drove around town, occasionally stopping to wash ourselves in a public bath, buy a ton of energy drinks in a convenience store, and finally, have our late-night happy meals at a McDonald's. Before each stop, Rachel always made me turn right three times to check if anything was following us, then take a sharp left to cut off any potential tail. After making sure we were clear, we dug into our meal. I forced a handful of fries down my throat, which tasted like cardboard. Rachel gorged down two big burgers with one hand, while the other held on to her gun. Her image of a gentle girl had washed entirely away, replaced by a hardened, paranoid woman. There were still so many things I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know where to start. “So, not your first rodeo, huh?” I struck up a convo, thinking it was best to start simple. “Yes and no. I have encountered my share of occult-related cases in my line of work. That’s how I knew about the Secrets of the Universe ritual in the first place. But this is the first time I've gotten involved in one. Most other times, I just knew enough to keep myself out of trouble. So if you’re expecting some badass god-slaying witches or abnormality-containing agent, then sorry to disappoint.” “You told me about the ritual before, but I don’t remember ever doing anything like that. So how did I end up in this class? Could I have accidentally done it?” “Nah, the ritual requires a specific… ingredient, which you can’t just accidentally come across. But if you can’t remember doing it, then perhaps something invited you in. I’m not knowledgeable enough to say for sure, though.” “Invited, huh?” I thought back to the envelope on Ivy’s grave, wondering if she was the one who invited me into this death trap. “Hey, don’t worry! It’s not like your death friend was behind this or anything. As far as I know, spirits can’t start a ritual on their own. Besides, if your friend conducted the ritual, they should be in class alongside you.” Rachel startled me with her sudden comment. “How- How did you know? Am I that easy to read!” “Like an open book, sister. The way you looked at me when we first met was a dead giveaway. You didn’t see me. You were seeing someone else. A ghost of your past.” “You know, back then, you struck me as a Disney-princess type - a gentle social butterfly with a heart of gold. Couldn’t have been more wrong though, could I?” “Wouldn’t blame you. I precisely built my appearance that way. It’s good for businesses. Still, when shit hit the fan, a girl got to know how to take care of herself.” “You never told me what your job is?” “Normally, I wouldn’t. But since we are stuck together, and I don’t want you to bail out on me tomorrow, I’m gonna be honest. I’m a P.I., and there is a case I must solve, no matter the cost. That should be enough for now.” “Yeah, don’t worry. I may not enter this shitshow by myself, but I still have some questions I need to answer. Besides, I’ll not abandon you. I still owe you one, remember?” “Hehe, you are as much of ‘a social butterfly with a heart of gold’ yourself, you know? But I’m glad to hear that!” By the next morning. We made it to my former high school without issue. The magical classroom manifested once again, but this time, there were only about six people left, including Rachel and me. Thoth’s presence still freaked me out, but I was able to keep a hold of myself and noted down parts of the lecture. Lesson 2: A glitch to enter humanity’s collective unconsciousness. “Collective unconsciousness refers to a noospherical dimension that instinctively exists in and links the minds of all humans. This hypothetical space supposedly contains all knowledge and experiences of humanity, accumulated over every generation of your kind. In official records, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung was the first to coin the term, but evidence suggests the ancient Egyptians had theorized a similar concept, called ꜣḫ (akh)... ” “While it should be impossible for tangible objects to enter an informational space, there is a method, a reality’s glitch, if you will, for you to not only physically go there but also materialize and bring back any object of your choice. The mechanism behind this exploit involves abusing the interdependence of your body, your mind, and your surroundings in creating perception of reality…” “How to glitch yourself into the collective unconsciousness: Go to a place with an overabundance of information and emotions. Somewhere like a concert, a hospital, an asylum, or even a recent crime scene. Seclude yourself in an isolated room, cutting off from all external elements. Fill your mind with a specific vision until you no longer comprehend your surroundings. The easiest way to do so is by recalling a traumatic memory. Make sure you have fully occupied your brain, then head outside. The overwhelming amount of new data should now create a consciousness-overflowing glitch in your brain, preventing your perception of reality from being rendered correctly. Thus, you’ll be force-loaded into a source code zone, or your unconsciousness.” “Your body, as a physical object existing inside an informational space, is a living paradox. Therefore, there are rules to remember when exploring the noosphere so as not to get yourself killed or create a black hole inside your head. Everything within your 50-foot radius will take a physical form, including any objects, creatures constructed from people’s psyches, and foreign conceptual entities. Constructs can only adhere to a script, so they should be easy to handle. If a construct shows signs of genuine emotions, that’s not a construct but an entity playing tricks. Foreign entities are extremely dangerous and unpredictable. If you encounter any such creature, turn back more than 50 feet to demanifest it. Beware of a man with a box for his head. He is a special entity who’ll appear and promise you something desirable. Don’t listen to him. Don’t bother looking for the secret of the universe in the subconscious. Not yet, anyway. While this area may contain all of humanity’s knowledge, a universal mystery will not be present, since no human has ever known it. To escape, simply find a recreation of your home, lie on your bed, and sleep. However, be sure of it’s truly your home, or you might never wake up.” Thoth’s lecture was long and confusing, but this time, I at least got the gist. I expected him to transport us to the noosphere, then leave us to figure out the homework ourselves as he did last time. Instead, the assignment was clearly stated: “You and your partner must enter the subconscious and retrieve two items of importance, one for each of you, that have been forgotten. You have 24 hours.” A few minutes later, we were on our way to the nearest hospital, where we had chosen to test the glitch. “How the hell are we supposed to find something we can’t even remember?” I mumbled behind the wheel. “Let's focus on getting there first. We can’t even sur…” Suddenly, a black limousine cut us off, even though the road was empty. It abruptly stopped, and the back door opened. I was honking at them, but froze in fear the moment I saw who just exited. It was a man in a luxurious suit. His head, however, wore a horrifying serpent mask, covered in a maroon, gooey substance resembling blood. He held a sign bearing a symbol of Apoph and the line: “Death for the enemies of God!” “Fuck! Fuck!!” I screamed in panic while turning my car around at maximum speed. Rachel shot a warning round at the cultist’s legs, but he didn’t bulge. Strangely enough, the limousine didn’t chase after us. Turned out, it didn’t have to, because his colleagues, donning police outfits and snake masks, had barricaded our escape using spike strips and police cars. In front of this roadblock, four other cultists in ceremonial robes were performing a ritual around a big pot, calling something to emerge. “These guys can control the police and summon monsters on the street in broad daylight? How powerful can they be?” I thought aloud while swinging the wheel. I prayed to Amon, clenching my fist around the sigil-shaped scar on my palm. Unfortunately, he didn’t teleport us away this time. The monster had fully manifested. It was a giant cobra with dozens of leopard legs spread across its body like a centipede. From its mouth, black sludge dripped, melting away the concrete road below. The snake lunged at my car with insane speed, flipped it, and tore the bottom open. If this were our death, then it’d have been pretty disappointing, considering we hadn’t even started our second homework yet. The monster thrusted its head toward us, mouth wide open. I kept my eyes shut, expecting giant fangs to pierce my skull. But then a loud squeak stopped the snake in its tracks. A gigantic eagle ascended, followed by some kind of SWAT team wearing tactical gear with Amon’s symbols. They shoot at the cultists, yelling: “Death to the heretic!” Their opponents retaliated by summoning even more sludge monsters, turning the street into a battlefield. “Okay, maybe I should build Amon two shrines when I get home!” My disoriented mind decided to split out a joke amidst the chaos. “Get a hold of yourself! We need to perform the unconscious glitch now, while those maniacs are still busy with their Pokémon battles!” Rachel shook my hand and screamed at me, helping me to get up on my feet. “Okay, okay, you are right! But how? We’re still too far from the hospital!” “Look around you, we’re already in a place of intense emotions. Now we only need to cut ourselves off from our senses and find an enclosed space. Those dumpsters over there might work.” “Are you crazy!? That’s not what the rules said!’ “Hey, listen, the exact rules aren’t important, as long as we know the mechanism. The point of this exploit is to overload our senses, thereby affecting our perception of reality. We can achieve just that by doing what I said. Do you trust me?!” “Okay, fine! I trust you. But if we end up in hell, then you owe me!” “Deal!” I followed Rachel into the dumpsters. We closed the lid and covered our ears with trash to block out the noises. It was a challenge to focus my thoughts with all the smelly garbage around. Still, I forced myself to recall the most painful memory. Memory of the day Ivy died. It was a cold winter morning. Our school was on break, but I still came for clean-up duty or whatever. Upon entering the yard, I looked up to see a figure standing on the rooftop’s edge. It was Ivy. She shouldn’t have been there. Her family said she was away on an exchange program. I screamed for her to stay back, but my voice didn’t reach her. I flew up the stairs, praying for Ivy to stop what she was doing, until I reached the door to the rooftop. I pressed my hands on the door, and the moment it opened, my friend fell. At the same time, an overwhelming plethora of senses flooded my brain. In real life, I had also opened the dumpster lid. Outside, monsters were roaring, bullets were flying, and people were dying. This overflow of information fused with the vision of Ivy, causing severe pain as if my head was going to explode. But then, everything went black. After a blink, I saw myself on the rooftop, alone. I had successfully glitched into the realm of unconsciousness. I couldn’t find Rachel anywhere nearby, but since I was still alive, I assumed she was as well. My surroundings were an almost perfect recreation of the real school, though areas where students rarely visited appeared blurrier. Curiously, in the schoolyard was a cemetery with two graves. A teenage girl and a little boy stood solemnly before them. The boy was sobbing for his parent, while his sister, a younger version of my partner, was comforting him. The scene I saw was obviously a memory of Rachel. I felt embarrassed about looking at her past without permission, yet at the same time, curious to learn her story. But then, a chill ran down my spine, forcing me to move. The last two days had pushed my survival instinct to overdrive mode, so I could tell right away something was following me. I ran away for more than 50 feet, as Thoth told us, and found myself in another scenario. It was Rachel’s graduation from the police academy. She still seemed too young to be a cop, but I suppose the girl had to grow up fast to take care of her brother. The boy was also there with a dazzling smile, presenting Rachel with a hand-drawn picture of his sister in a superhero outfit. “That drawing, can it be Rachel’s important object? I should take it with me, just to be sure.” I thought to myself. However, the moment I touched the drawing, a baby's giggle echoed across the room. “Mama! Found mama!!” I should have realized it. The boy’s smile was too genuine for a memorial construct. The entity disguised as Rachel’s sibling revealed itself to be an enormous stillborn baby crawling on all four limbs. Its skin hadn’t fully formed, leaving scattered blotches of exposed tissues and bones. Half of its skull was missing, and its only eye popped out of the other half. An umbilical cord hung dangling over the baby’s stomach, wagging around like a tail when it moved. Despite the wretched appearance, the entity moved at an insane speed. As I kept running, the landscape shifted with every step. The road became tighter and more twisted. The baby kept emitting hellish noises, which were a mixture of giggles and cries, calling to me as its mom, begging me not to abandon it again. The pain in my head was even worse than when I performed the sense-overload exploit, as if a million nails were digging into my skull at once. I decided that I’d just tired myself out trying to outrun this thing and immediately bounced toward the closest house after a sharp turn. The good news was that the baby kept moving forward. The bad news was that I just sought refuge in a serial killer’s house. Inside the dappled room, human corpses hung from the ceiling, flayed like cattle. From behind one of them, a shadow holding a machete jumped at me. Before I could react, two bullets pierced his shoulder, chasing him off. Behind me was a young Rachel. Turned out, this was still her memory. The killer was aiming at her, and I was just in the way. Rachel didn’t pursue the shadow. Instead, she rushed toward a corpse lying on the floor, surrounded by three occult circles. It was her brother. The girl screamed into her communicator, desperately begging for backup, medical, anything to save her brother. But it was too late. I took a moment to process everything. Apparently, Rachel had lost her dearest brother to a serial killer and was now taking the course to either resurrect her brother or find the culprit. I would have done the same in her place. We were not so different after all. After calming myself down, I made my way out and found myself in another cemetery, this time, with three graves. The actual Rachel, my partner, was there. But she was standing near an entity that I had dreaded meeting-the man with a box for his head. As his name suggested, the being had a wooden box enclosing his head. Underneath, he wore a classy black suit, covering his mummified body wrapped in cloth. “Get away from that thing, Rachel! I’ve already found your item! We can almost get the hell out of here!” I yelled while dashing toward them. However, to my shock, Rachel turned around and pointed her gun at me. “Stand down, Tiger!” Rachel grunted. “Ah, yes, we were having a wonderful conversation. You see, the whole reason Rachel here joined Thoth’s shitshow was to access the realm after death. As the judge of souls, the king of the underworld, I can provide her that privilege right here, right now. Perhaps I can interest you with the same offer?” The entity spoke up in a distorted, whispering, yet charming voice. “Don’t be a fool, Rachel! Remember what Thoth said. That demon is tricking you! Besides, your brother is gone. You can’t bring him back!” “Ah, so you have seen my memories. Even so, what kind of jackass do you take me for? Why would I want to bring Jason back? To further torment him with the traumas of his first death? No, I want retribution! Jason’s killer died before I could get to him. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I want to kill him with my own hands! I want to torture him myself until eternity! That’s the secret of the universe I seek-how to exact vengeance on someone already dead!” “Listen, sister, I know how you feel. I’d do the same if I ever found out who hurt the love of my life, Ivy. But this, this is not who you are, not who your brother thought you to be.” I pulled out the drawing. “He saw his sister as a hero, and a hero doesn’t let vengeance consume herself!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even qualified to say those words-someone like me, who had never gotten over Ivy’s death. But I needed Rachel to get away from that thing, and I supposed the things I said were also something I wished to hear. Suddenly, something grabbed me from behind. It was the stillborn baby. Rachel’s drama had distracted me from my pursuer, giving it an easy window to strike. Unlike other monsters, the baby didn’t try to eat me. It just hugged me with its entire decomposed body, while simultaneously laughing and crying “Mama! Mama!” as if I were its mother. The colossal strength of its arms forced all the air out of my lungs. My bones were getting more and more fragile, to the point of breaking. The baby was crushing me to death. In my peripheral vision, I saw the box devil holding out its hand to Rachel. “Now or never!” He said. My friend made her decision. She ran toward me while shooting at the baby’s exposed brain, causing it to release me. By the time Rachel emptied her gun, the monster released its last cry for mama, before turning to dust. Behind us, the box entity disappeared after slightly nodding at us. “I’m gonna have to marry that gun some day!” I cracked a joke while struggling to stand up. “Ha ha, very funny, you idiot! How come you let a giant monster sneak up on you?” “Nevermind that. Rachel, the things I said just a moment ago, I’m…” “No, you were right. I should have stuck to the rules.” “About your brother, I’m sorry…” “I suppose I should tell you the whole story. My brother was kidnapped and murdered by a serial killer obsessed with the Secrets of the Uniniverse course. He had taken the class several times. That was how he managed to hide from the police. By the time we found him, he had died of an unknown cause. Maybe he failed one of the assignments, who knows?” “I see. But what did the culprit gain by killing so many people?” “I didn’t tell you this before, but the secret ingredient, the required condition for entering this class, was to kill another human being.” “What?” I screeched. A sharp pain ran through my brain. Before, I thought the baby’s voice caused it, but that shouldn’t be the case anymore. “That’s where you were wrong, tiger. I was no hero. After the killer’s death, I retired from the force and became a P.I. From his notes, I learned of this ritual and killed a homeless man to enter this one. Uh, hey, are you alright?” Rachel stopped her story upon noticing my growing discomfort. My brain felt like it was being torn apart. Visions flashed before my eyes. The encounter with the baby and Rachel’s story had dredged up some memories buried deep in my mind. I remembered receiving a black envelope a day before Ivy’s death. I remembered sneaking into our classroom in the middle of the night. I remembered Ivy holding something in her hands as she begged me, in tears, to perform the ritual. I remembered the important thing I had forced myself to forget. “I’m alright. We have only my object left, so let’s get this over with.” We easily got back to my high school. Navigating the realm became a breeze after you get used to it. In my classroom, we found a black envelope sitting on my desk. Then, Rachel and I split up and headed for our homes. I walked past my apartment and my childhood home. I kept walking until I reached Ivy’s grave. There, I lay down next to my friend, closed my eyes, and dreamt of our past sins. Final lesson submitted by /u/anh_pham to r/Odd_directions [link] [comments]

Lesson 1 Three hours after my ‘classmate’ Rachel and I reappeared outside of my former high school, we had our first meal of the day in an empty McDonald’s parking lot. By the grace of Amon, all our stuff was transported with us, including my car key. I had never been a religious person, despite my upbringing, but I swore I’d build him a shrine if I ever made it back alive. Rachel still had her gun. However, she had entered the classroom from somewhere else, far away, so she basically stuck with me for the night. I offered to find her a motel room, but she insisted we stay on the move. “Yes, we escaped his domain. Great job, tiger! But we did just pester one of the oldest, most influential deities in existence. Even without his monstrous servants, I’m pretty sure Apoph is already having his cult of human followers hunt us down. Wouldn’t want to wake up on a sacrificial altar tomorrow morning, would you?” I couldn’t argue, so we drove around town, occasionally stopping to wash ourselves in a public bath, buy a ton of energy drinks in a convenience store, and finally, have our late-night happy meals at a McDonald's. Before each stop, Rachel always made me turn right three times to check if anything was following us, then take a sharp left to cut off any potential tail. After making sure we were clear, we dug into our meal. I forced a handful of fries down my throat, which tasted like cardboard. Rachel gorged down two big burgers with one hand, while the other held on to her gun. Her image of a gentle girl had washed entirely away, replaced by a hardened, paranoid woman. There were still so many things I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know where to start. “So, not your first rodeo, huh?” I struck up a convo, thinking it was best to start simple. “Yes and no. I have encountered my share of occult-related cases in my line of work. That’s how I knew about the Secrets of the Universe ritual in the first place. But this is the first time I've gotten involved in one. Most other times, I just knew enough to keep myself out of trouble. So if you’re expecting some badass god-slaying witches or abnormality-containing agent, then sorry to disappoint.” “You told me about the ritual before, but I don’t remember ever doing anything like that. So how did I end up in this class? Could I have accidentally done it?” “Nah, the ritual requires a specific… ingredient, which you can’t just accidentally come across. But if you can’t remember doing it, then perhaps something invited you in. I’m not knowledgeable enough to say for sure, though.” “Invited, huh?” I thought back to the envelope on Ivy’s grave, wondering if she was the one who invited me into this death trap. “Hey, don’t worry! It’s not like your death friend was behind this or anything. As far as I know, spirits can’t start a ritual on their own. Besides, if your friend conducted the ritual, they should be in class alongside you.” Rachel startled me with her sudden comment. “How- How did you know? Am I that easy to read!” “Like an open book, sister. The way you looked at me when we first met was a dead giveaway. You didn’t see me. You were seeing someone else. A ghost of your past.” “You know, back then, you struck me as a Disney-princess type - a gentle social butterfly with a heart of gold. Couldn’t have been more wrong though, could I?” “Wouldn’t blame you. I precisely built my appearance that way. It’s good for businesses. Still, when shit hit the fan, a girl got to know how to take care of herself.” “You never told me what your job is?” “Normally, I wouldn’t. But since we are stuck together, and I don’t want you to bail out on me tomorrow, I’m gonna be honest. I’m a P.I., and there is a case I must solve, no matter the cost. That should be enough for now.” “Yeah, don’t worry. I may not enter this shitshow by myself, but I still have some questions I need to answer. Besides, I’ll not abandon you. I still owe you one, remember?” “Hehe, you are as much of ‘a social butterfly with a heart of gold’ yourself, you know? But I’m glad to hear that!” By the next morning. We made it to my former high school without issue. The magical classroom manifested once again, but this time, there were only about six people left, including Rachel and me. Thoth’s presence still freaked me out, but I was able to keep a hold of myself and noted down parts of the lecture. Lesson 2: A glitch to enter humanity’s collective unconsciousness. “Collective unconsciousness refers to a noospherical dimension that instinctively exists in and links the minds of all humans. This hypothetical space supposedly contains all knowledge and experiences of humanity, accumulated over every generation of your kind. In official records, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung was the first to coin the term, but evidence suggests the ancient Egyptians had theorized a similar concept, called ꜣḫ (akh)... ” “While it should be impossible for tangible objects to enter an informational space, there is a method, a reality’s glitch, if you will, for you to not only physically go there but also materialize and bring back any object of your choice. The mechanism behind this exploit involves abusing the interdependence of your body, your mind, and your surroundings in creating perception of reality…” “How to glitch yourself into the collective unconsciousness: Go to a place with an overabundance of information and emotions. Somewhere like a concert, a hospital, an asylum, or even a recent crime scene. Seclude yourself in an isolated room, cutting off from all external elements. Fill your mind with a specific vision until you no longer comprehend your surroundings. The easiest way to do so is by recalling a traumatic memory. Make sure you have fully occupied your brain, then head outside. The overwhelming amount of new data should now create a consciousness-overflowing glitch in your brain, preventing your perception of reality from being rendered correctly. Thus, you’ll be force-loaded into a source code zone, or your unconsciousness.” “Your body, as a physical object existing inside an informational space, is a living paradox. Therefore, there are rules to remember when exploring the noosphere so as not to get yourself killed or create a black hole inside your head. Everything within your 50-foot radius will take a physical form, including any objects, creatures constructed from people’s psyches, and foreign conceptual entities. Constructs can only adhere to a script, so they should be easy to handle. If a construct shows signs of genuine emotions, that’s not a construct but an entity playing tricks. Foreign entities are extremely dangerous and unpredictable. If you encounter any such creature, turn back more than 50 feet to demanifest it. Beware of a man with a box for his head. He is a special entity who’ll appear and promise you something desirable. Don’t listen to him. Don’t bother looking for the secret of the universe in the subconscious. Not yet, anyway. While this area may contain all of humanity’s knowledge, a universal mystery will not be present, since no human has ever known it. To escape, simply find a recreation of your home, lie on your bed, and sleep. However, be sure of it’s truly your home, or you might never wake up.” Thoth’s lecture was long and confusing, but this time, I at least got the gist. I expected him to transport us to the noosphere, then leave us to figure out the homework ourselves as he did last time. Instead, the assignment was clearly stated: “You and your partner must enter the subconscious and retrieve two items of importance, one for each of you, that have been forgotten. You have 24 hours.” A few minutes later, we were on our way to the nearest hospital, where we had chosen to test the glitch. “How the hell are we supposed to find something we can’t even remember?” I mumbled behind the wheel. “Let's focus on getting there first. We can’t even sur…” Suddenly, a black limousine cut us off, even though the road was empty. It abruptly stopped, and the back door opened. I was honking at them, but froze in fear the moment I saw who just exited. It was a man in a luxurious suit. His head, however, wore a horrifying serpent mask, covered in a maroon, gooey substance resembling blood. He held a sign bearing a symbol of Apoph and the line: “Death for the enemies of God!” “Fuck! Fuck!!” I screamed in panic while turning my car around at maximum speed. Rachel shot a warning round at the cultist’s legs, but he didn’t bulge. Strangely enough, the limousine didn’t chase after us. Turned out, it didn’t have to, because his colleagues, donning police outfits and snake masks, had barricaded our escape using spike strips and police cars. In front of this roadblock, four other cultists in ceremonial robes were performing a ritual around a big pot, calling something to emerge. “These guys can control the police and summon monsters on the street in broad daylight? How powerful can they be?” I thought aloud while swinging the wheel. I prayed to Amon, clenching my fist around the sigil-shaped scar on my palm. Unfortunately, he didn’t teleport us away this time. The monster had fully manifested. It was a giant cobra with dozens of leopard legs spread across its body like a centipede. From its mouth, black sludge dripped, melting away the concrete road below. The snake lunged at my car with insane speed, flipped it, and tore the bottom open. If this were our death, then it’d have been pretty disappointing, considering we hadn’t even started our second homework yet. The monster thrusted its head toward us, mouth wide open. I kept my eyes shut, expecting giant fangs to pierce my skull. But then a loud squeak stopped the snake in its tracks. A gigantic eagle ascended, followed by some kind of SWAT team wearing tactical gear with Amon’s symbols. They shoot at the cultists, yelling: “Death to the heretic!” Their opponents retaliated by summoning even more sludge monsters, turning the street into a battlefield. “Okay, maybe I should build Amon two shrines when I get home!” My disoriented mind decided to split out a joke amidst the chaos. “Get a hold of yourself! We need to perform the unconscious glitch now, while those maniacs are still busy with their Pokémon battles!” Rachel shook my hand and screamed at me, helping me to get up on my feet. “Okay, okay, you are right! But how? We’re still too far from the hospital!” “Look around you, we’re already in a place of intense emotions. Now we only need to cut ourselves off from our senses and find an enclosed space. Those dumpsters over there might work.” “Are you crazy!? That’s not what the rules said!’ “Hey, listen, the exact rules aren’t important, as long as we know the mechanism. The point of this exploit is to overload our senses, thereby affecting our perception of reality. We can achieve just that by doing what I said. Do you trust me?!” “Okay, fine! I trust you. But if we end up in hell, then you owe me!” “Deal!” I followed Rachel into the dumpsters. We closed the lid and covered our ears with trash to block out the noises. It was a challenge to focus my thoughts with all the smelly garbage around. Still, I forced myself to recall the most painful memory. Memory of the day Ivy died. It was a cold winter morning. Our school was on break, but I still came for clean-up duty or whatever. Upon entering the yard, I looked up to see a figure standing on the rooftop’s edge. It was Ivy. She shouldn’t have been there. Her family said she was away on an exchange program. I screamed for her to stay back, but my voice didn’t reach her. I flew up the stairs, praying for Ivy to stop what she was doing, until I reached the door to the rooftop. I pressed my hands on the door, and the moment it opened, my friend fell. At the same time, an overwhelming plethora of senses flooded my brain. In real life, I had also opened the dumpster lid. Outside, monsters were roaring, bullets were flying, and people were dying. This overflow of information fused with the vision of Ivy, causing severe pain as if my head was going to explode. But then, everything went black. After a blink, I saw myself on the rooftop, alone. I had successfully glitched into the realm of unconsciousness. I couldn’t find Rachel anywhere nearby, but since I was still alive, I assumed she was as well. My surroundings were an almost perfect recreation of the real school, though areas where students rarely visited appeared blurrier. Curiously, in the schoolyard was a cemetery with two graves. A teenage girl and a little boy stood solemnly before them. The boy was sobbing for his parent, while his sister, a younger version of my partner, was comforting him. The scene I saw was obviously a memory of Rachel. I felt embarrassed about looking at her past without permission, yet at the same time, curious to learn her story. But then, a chill ran down my spine, forcing me to move. The last two days had pushed my survival instinct to overdrive mode, so I could tell right away something was following me. I ran away for more than 50 feet, as Thoth told us, and found myself in another scenario. It was Rachel’s graduation from the police academy. She still seemed too young to be a cop, but I suppose the girl had to grow up fast to take care of her brother. The boy was also there with a dazzling smile, presenting Rachel with a hand-drawn picture of his sister in a superhero outfit. “That drawing, can it be Rachel’s important object? I should take it with me, just to be sure.” I thought to myself. However, the moment I touched the drawing, a baby's giggle echoed across the room. “Mama! Found mama!!” I should have realized it. The boy’s smile was too genuine for a memorial construct. The entity disguised as Rachel’s sibling revealed itself to be an enormous stillborn baby crawling on all four limbs. Its skin hadn’t fully formed, leaving scattered blotches of exposed tissues and bones. Half of its skull was missing, and its only eye popped out of the other half. An umbilical cord hung dangling over the baby’s stomach, wagging around like a tail when it moved. Despite the wretched appearance, the entity moved at an insane speed. As I kept running, the landscape shifted with every step. The road became tighter and more twisted. The baby kept emitting hellish noises, which were a mixture of giggles and cries, calling to me as its mom, begging me not to abandon it again. The pain in my head was even worse than when I performed the sense-overload exploit, as if a million nails were digging into my skull at once. I decided that I’d just tired myself out trying to outrun this thing and immediately bounced toward the closest house after a sharp turn. The good news was that the baby kept moving forward. The bad news was that I just sought refuge in a serial killer’s house. Inside the dappled room, human corpses hung from the ceiling, flayed like cattle. From behind one of them, a shadow holding a machete jumped at me. Before I could react, two bullets pierced his shoulder, chasing him off. Behind me was a young Rachel. Turned out, this was still her memory. The killer was aiming at her, and I was just in the way. Rachel didn’t pursue the shadow. Instead, she rushed toward a corpse lying on the floor, surrounded by three occult circles. It was her brother. The girl screamed into her communicator, desperately begging for backup, medical, anything to save her brother. But it was too late. I took a moment to process everything. Apparently, Rachel had lost her dearest brother to a serial killer and was now taking the course to either resurrect her brother or find the culprit. I would have done the same in her place. We were not so different after all. After calming myself down, I made my way out and found myself in another cemetery, this time, with three graves. The actual Rachel, my partner, was there. But she was standing near an entity that I had dreaded meeting-the man with a box for his head. As his name suggested, the being had a wooden box enclosing his head. Underneath, he wore a classy black suit, covering his mummified body wrapped in cloth. “Get away from that thing, Rachel! I’ve already found your item! We can almost get the hell out of here!” I yelled while dashing toward them. However, to my shock, Rachel turned around and pointed her gun at me. “Stand down, Tiger!” Rachel grunted. “Ah, yes, we were having a wonderful conversation. You see, the whole reason Rachel here joined Thoth’s shitshow was to access the realm after death. As the judge of souls, the king of the underworld, I can provide her that privilege right here, right now. Perhaps I can interest you with the same offer?” The entity spoke up in a distorted, whispering, yet charming voice. “Don’t be a fool, Rachel! Remember what Thoth said. That demon is tricking you! Besides, your brother is gone. You can’t bring him back!” “Ah, so you have seen my memories. Even so, what kind of jackass do you take me for? Why would I want to bring Jason back? To further torment him with the traumas of his first death? No, I want retribution! Jason’s killer died before I could get to him. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I want to kill him with my own hands! I want to torture him myself until eternity! That’s the secret of the universe I seek-how to exact vengeance on someone already dead!” “Listen, sister, I know how you feel. I’d do the same if I ever found out who hurt the love of my life, Ivy. But this, this is not who you are, not who your brother thought you to be.” I pulled out the drawing. “He saw his sister as a hero, and a hero doesn’t let vengeance consume herself!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even qualified to say those words-someone like me, who had never gotten over Ivy’s death. But I needed Rachel to get away from that thing, and I supposed the things I said were also something I wished to hear. Suddenly, something grabbed me from behind. It was the stillborn baby. Rachel’s drama had distracted me from my pursuer, giving it an easy window to strike. Unlike other monsters, the baby didn’t try to eat me. It just hugged me with its entire decomposed body, while simultaneously laughing and crying “Mama! Mama!” as if I were its mother. The colossal strength of its arms forced all the air out of my lungs. My bones were getting more and more fragile, to the point of breaking. The baby was crushing me to death. In my peripheral vision, I saw the box devil holding out its hand to Rachel. “Now or never!” He said. My friend made her decision. She ran toward me while shooting at the baby’s exposed brain, causing it to release me. By the time Rachel emptied her gun, the monster released its last cry for mama, before turning to dust. Behind us, the box entity disappeared after slightly nodding at us. “I’m gonna have to marry that gun some day!” I cracked a joke while struggling to stand up. “Ha ha, very funny, you idiot! How come you let a giant monster sneak up on you?” “Nevermind that. Rachel, the things I said just a moment ago, I’m…” “No, you were right. I should have stuck to the rules.” “About your brother, I’m sorry…” “I suppose I should tell you the whole story. My brother was kidnapped and murdered by a serial killer obsessed with the Secrets of the Uniniverse course. He had taken the class several times. That was how he managed to hide from the police. By the time we found him, he had died of an unknown cause. Maybe he failed one of the assignments, who knows?” “I see. But what did the culprit gain by killing so many people?” “I didn’t tell you this before, but the secret ingredient, the required condition for entering this class, was to kill another human being.” “What?” I screeched. A sharp pain ran through my brain. Before, I thought the baby’s voice caused it, but that shouldn’t be the case anymore. “That’s where you were wrong, tiger. I was no hero. After the killer’s death, I retired from the force and became a P.I. From his notes, I learned of this ritual and killed a homeless man to enter this one. Uh, hey, are you alright?” Rachel stopped her story upon noticing my growing discomfort. My brain felt like it was being torn apart. Visions flashed before my eyes. The encounter with the baby and Rachel’s story had dredged up some memories buried deep in my mind. I remembered receiving a black envelope a day before Ivy’s death. I remembered sneaking into our classroom in the middle of the night. I remembered Ivy holding something in her hands as she begged me, in tears, to perform the ritual. I remembered the important thing I had forced myself to forget. “I’m alright. We have only my object left, so let’s get this over with.” We easily got back to my high school. Navigating the realm became a breeze after you get used to it. In my classroom, we found a black envelope sitting on my desk. Then, Rachel and I split up and headed for our homes. I walked past my apartment and my childhood home. I kept walking until I reached Ivy’s grave. There, I lay down next to my friend, closed my eyes, and dreamt of our past sins. Final lesson submitted by /u/anh_pham to r/nosleep [link] [comments]

Lesson 1 Three hours after my ‘classmate’ Rachel and I reappeared outside of my former high school, we had our first meal of the day in an empty McDonald’s parking lot. By the grace of Amon, all our stuff was transported with us, including my car key. I had never been a religious person, despite my upbringing, but I swore I’d build him a shrine if I ever made it back alive. Rachel still had her gun. However, she had entered the classroom from somewhere else, far away, so she basically stuck with me for the night. I offered to find her a motel room, but she insisted we stay on the move. “Yes, we escaped his domain. Great job, tiger! But we did just pester one of the oldest, most influential deities in existence. Even without his monstrous servants, I’m pretty sure Apoph is already having his cult of human followers hunt us down. Wouldn’t want to wake up on a sacrificial altar tomorrow morning, would you?” I couldn’t argue, so we drove around town, occasionally stopping to wash ourselves in a public bath, buy a ton of energy drinks in a convenience store, and finally, have our late-night happy meals at a McDonald's. Before each stop, Rachel always made me turn right three times to check if anything was following us, then take a sharp left to cut off any potential tail. After making sure we were clear, we dug into our meal. I forced a handful of fries down my throat, which tasted like cardboard. Rachel gorged down two big burgers with one hand, while the other held on to her gun. Her image of a gentle girl had washed entirely away, replaced by a hardened, paranoid woman. There were still so many things I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know where to start. “So, not your first rodeo, huh?” I struck up a convo, thinking it was best to start simple. “Yes and no. I have encountered my share of occult-related cases in my line of work. That’s how I knew about the Secrets of the Universe ritual in the first place. But this is the first time I've gotten involved in one. Most other times, I just knew enough to keep myself out of trouble. So if you’re expecting some badass god-slaying witches or abnormality-containing agent, then sorry to disappoint.” “You told me about the ritual before, but I don’t remember ever doing anything like that. So how did I end up in this class? Could I have accidentally done it?” “Nah, the ritual requires a specific… ingredient, which you can’t just accidentally come across. But if you can’t remember doing it, then perhaps something invited you in. I’m not knowledgeable enough to say for sure, though.” “Invited, huh?” I thought back to the envelope on Ivy’s grave, wondering if she was the one who invited me into this death trap. “Hey, don’t worry! It’s not like your death friend was behind this or anything. As far as I know, spirits can’t start a ritual on their own. Besides, if your friend conducted the ritual, they should be in class alongside you.” Rachel startled me with her sudden comment. “How- How did you know? Am I that easy to read!” “Like an open book, sister. The way you looked at me when we first met was a dead giveaway. You didn’t see me. You were seeing someone else. A ghost of your past.” “You know, back then, you struck me as a Disney-princess type - a gentle social butterfly with a heart of gold. Couldn’t have been more wrong though, could I?” “Wouldn’t blame you. I precisely built my appearance that way. It’s good for businesses. Still, when shit hit the fan, a girl got to know how to take care of herself.” “You never told me what your job is?” “Normally, I wouldn’t. But since we are stuck together, and I don’t want you to bail out on me tomorrow, I’m gonna be honest. I’m a P.I., and there is a case I must solve, no matter the cost. That should be enough for now.” “Yeah, don’t worry. I may not enter this shitshow by myself, but I still have some questions I need to answer. Besides, I’ll not abandon you. I still owe you one, remember?” “Hehe, you are as much of ‘a social butterfly with a heart of gold’ yourself, you know? But I’m glad to hear that!” By the next morning. We made it to my former high school without issue. The magical classroom manifested once again, but this time, there were only about six people left, including Rachel and me. Thoth’s presence still freaked me out, but I was able to keep a hold of myself and noted down parts of the lecture. Lesson 2: A glitch to enter humanity’s collective unconsciousness. “Collective unconsciousness refers to a noospherical dimension that instinctively exists in and links the minds of all humans. This hypothetical space supposedly contains all knowledge and experiences of humanity, accumulated over every generation of your kind. In official records, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung was the first to coin the term, but evidence suggests the ancient Egyptians had theorized a similar concept, called ꜣḫ (akh)... ” “While it should be impossible for tangible objects to enter an informational space, there is a method, a reality’s glitch, if you will, for you to not only physically go there but also materialize and bring back any object of your choice. The mechanism behind this exploit involves abusing the interdependence of your body, your mind, and your surroundings in creating perception of reality…” “How to glitch yourself into the collective unconsciousness: Go to a place with an overabundance of information and emotions. Somewhere like a concert, a hospital, an asylum, or even a recent crime scene. Seclude yourself in an isolated room, cutting off from all external elements. Fill your mind with a specific vision until you no longer comprehend your surroundings. The easiest way to do so is by recalling a traumatic memory. Make sure you have fully occupied your brain, then head outside. The overwhelming amount of new data should now create a consciousness-overflowing glitch in your brain, preventing your perception of reality from being rendered correctly. Thus, you’ll be force-loaded into a source code zone, or your unconsciousness.” “Your body, as a physical object existing inside an informational space, is a living paradox. Therefore, there are rules to remember when exploring the noosphere so as not to get yourself killed or create a black hole inside your head. Everything within your 50-foot radius will take a physical form, including any objects, creatures constructed from people’s psyches, and foreign conceptual entities. Constructs can only adhere to a script, so they should be easy to handle. If a construct shows signs of genuine emotions, that’s not a construct but an entity playing tricks. Foreign entities are extremely dangerous and unpredictable. If you encounter any such creature, turn back more than 50 feet to demanifest it. Beware of a man with a box for his head. He is a special entity who’ll appear and promise you something desirable. Don’t listen to him. Don’t bother looking for the secret of the universe in the subconscious. Not yet, anyway. While this area may contain all of humanity’s knowledge, a universal mystery will not be present, since no human has ever known it. To escape, simply find a recreation of your home, lie on your bed, and sleep. However, be sure of it’s truly your home, or you might never wake up.” Thoth’s lecture was long and confusing, but this time, I at least got the gist. I expected him to transport us to the noosphere, then leave us to figure out the homework ourselves as he did last time. Instead, the assignment was clearly stated: “You and your partner must enter the subconscious and retrieve two items of importance, one for each of you, that have been forgotten. You have 24 hours.” A few minutes later, we were on our way to the nearest hospital, where we had chosen to test the glitch. “How the hell are we supposed to find something we can’t even remember?” I mumbled behind the wheel. “Let's focus on getting there first. We can’t even sur…” Suddenly, a black limousine cut us off, even though the road was empty. It abruptly stopped, and the back door opened. I was honking at them, but froze in fear the moment I saw who just exited. It was a man in a luxurious suit. His head, however, wore a horrifying serpent mask, covered in a maroon, gooey substance resembling blood. He held a sign bearing a symbol of Apoph and the line: “Death for the enemies of God!” “Fuck! Fuck!!” I screamed in panic while turning my car around at maximum speed. Rachel shot a warning round at the cultist’s legs, but he didn’t bulge. Strangely enough, the limousine didn’t chase after us. Turned out, it didn’t have to, because his colleagues, donning police outfits and snake masks, had barricaded our escape using spike strips and police cars. In front of this roadblock, four other cultists in ceremonial robes were performing a ritual around a big pot, calling something to emerge. “These guys can control the police and summon monsters on the street in broad daylight? How powerful can they be?” I thought aloud while swinging the wheel. I prayed to Amon, clenching my fist around the sigil-shaped scar on my palm. Unfortunately, he didn’t teleport us away this time. The monster had fully manifested. It was a giant cobra with dozens of leopard legs spread across its body like a centipede. From its mouth, black sludge dripped, melting away the concrete road below. The snake lunged at my car with insane speed, flipped it, and tore the bottom open. If this were our death, then it’d have been pretty disappointing, considering we hadn’t even started our second homework yet. The monster thrusted its head toward us, mouth wide open. I kept my eyes shut, expecting giant fangs to pierce my skull. But then a loud squeak stopped the snake in its tracks. A gigantic eagle ascended, followed by some kind of SWAT team wearing tactical gear with Amon’s symbols. They shoot at the cultists, yelling: “Death to the heretic!” Their opponents retaliated by summoning even more sludge monsters, turning the street into a battlefield. “Okay, maybe I should build Amon two shrines when I get home!” My disoriented mind decided to split out a joke amidst the chaos. “Get a hold of yourself! We need to perform the unconscious glitch now, while those maniacs are still busy with their Pokémon battles!” Rachel shook my hand and screamed at me, helping me to get up on my feet. “Okay, okay, you are right! But how? We’re still too far from the hospital!” “Look around you, we’re already in a place of intense emotions. Now we only need to cut ourselves off from our senses and find an enclosed space. Those dumpsters over there might work.” “Are you crazy!? That’s not what the rules said!’ “Hey, listen, the exact rules aren’t important, as long as we know the mechanism. The point of this exploit is to overload our senses, thereby affecting our perception of reality. We can achieve just that by doing what I said. Do you trust me?!” “Okay, fine! I trust you. But if we end up in hell, then you owe me!” “Deal!” I followed Rachel into the dumpsters. We closed the lid and covered our ears with trash to block out the noises. It was a challenge to focus my thoughts with all the smelly garbage around. Still, I forced myself to recall the most painful memory. Memory of the day Ivy died. It was a cold winter morning. Our school was on break, but I still came for clean-up duty or whatever. Upon entering the yard, I looked up to see a figure standing on the rooftop’s edge. It was Ivy. She shouldn’t have been there. Her family said she was away on an exchange program. I screamed for her to stay back, but my voice didn’t reach her. I flew up the stairs, praying for Ivy to stop what she was doing, until I reached the door to the rooftop. I pressed my hands on the door, and the moment it opened, my friend fell. At the same time, an overwhelming plethora of senses flooded my brain. In real life, I had also opened the dumpster lid. Outside, monsters were roaring, bullets were flying, and people were dying. This overflow of information fused with the vision of Ivy, causing severe pain as if my head was going to explode. But then, everything went black. After a blink, I saw myself on the rooftop, alone. I had successfully glitched into the realm of unconsciousness. I couldn’t find Rachel anywhere nearby, but since I was still alive, I assumed she was as well. My surroundings were an almost perfect recreation of the real school, though areas where students rarely visited appeared blurrier. Curiously, in the schoolyard was a cemetery with two graves. A teenage girl and a little boy stood solemnly before them. The boy was sobbing for his parent, while his sister, a younger version of my partner, was comforting him. The scene I saw was obviously a memory of Rachel. I felt embarrassed about looking at her past without permission, yet at the same time, curious to learn her story. But then, a chill ran down my spine, forcing me to move. The last two days had pushed my survival instinct to overdrive mode, so I could tell right away something was following me. I ran away for more than 50 feet, as Thoth told us, and found myself in another scenario. It was Rachel’s graduation from the police academy. She still seemed too young to be a cop, but I suppose the girl had to grow up fast to take care of her brother. The boy was also there with a dazzling smile, presenting Rachel with a hand-drawn picture of his sister in a superhero outfit. “That drawing, can it be Rachel’s important object? I should take it with me, just to be sure.” I thought to myself. However, the moment I touched the drawing, a baby's giggle echoed across the room. “Mama! Found mama!!” I should have realized it. The boy’s smile was too genuine for a memorial construct. The entity disguised as Rachel’s sibling revealed itself to be an enormous stillborn baby crawling on all four limbs. Its skin hadn’t fully formed, leaving scattered blotches of exposed tissues and bones. Half of its skull was missing, and its only eye popped out of the other half. An umbilical cord hung dangling over the baby’s stomach, wagging around like a tail when it moved. Despite the wretched appearance, the entity moved at an insane speed. As I kept running, the landscape shifted with every step. The road became tighter and more twisted. The baby kept emitting hellish noises, which were a mixture of giggles and cries, calling to me as its mom, begging me not to abandon it again. The pain in my head was even worse than when I performed the sense-overload exploit, as if a million nails were digging into my skull at once. I decided that I’d just tired myself out trying to outrun this thing and immediately bounced toward the closest house after a sharp turn. The good news was that the baby kept moving forward. The bad news was that I just sought refuge in a serial killer’s house. Inside the dappled room, human corpses hung from the ceiling, flayed like cattle. From behind one of them, a shadow holding a machete jumped at me. Before I could react, two bullets pierced his shoulder, chasing him off. Behind me was a young Rachel. Turned out, this was still her memory. The killer was aiming at her, and I was just in the way. Rachel didn’t pursue the shadow. Instead, she rushed toward a corpse lying on the floor, surrounded by three occult circles. It was her brother. The girl screamed into her communicator, desperately begging for backup, medical, anything to save her brother. But it was too late. I took a moment to process everything. Apparently, Rachel had lost her dearest brother to a serial killer and was now taking the course to either resurrect her brother or find the culprit. I would have done the same in her place. We were not so different after all. After calming myself down, I made my way out and found myself in another cemetery, this time, with three graves. The actual Rachel, my partner, was there. But she was standing near an entity that I had dreaded meeting-the man with a box for his head. As his name suggested, the being had a wooden box enclosing his head. Underneath, he wore a classy black suit, covering his mummified body wrapped in cloth. “Get away from that thing, Rachel! I’ve already found your item! We can almost get the hell out of here!” I yelled while dashing toward them. However, to my shock, Rachel turned around and pointed her gun at me. “Stand down, Tiger!” Rachel grunted. “Ah, yes, we were having a wonderful conversation. You see, the whole reason Rachel here joined Thoth’s shitshow was to access the realm after death. As the judge of souls, the king of the underworld, I can provide her that privilege right here, right now. Perhaps I can interest you with the same offer?” The entity spoke up in a distorted, whispering, yet charming voice. “Don’t be a fool, Rachel! Remember what Thoth said. That demon is tricking you! Besides, your brother is gone. You can’t bring him back!” “Ah, so you have seen my memories. Even so, what kind of jackass do you take me for? Why would I want to bring Jason back? To further torment him with the traumas of his first death? No, I want retribution! Jason’s killer died before I could get to him. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I want to kill him with my own hands! I want to torture him myself until eternity! That’s the secret of the universe I seek-how to exact vengeance on someone already dead!” “Listen, sister, I know how you feel. I’d do the same if I ever found out who hurt the love of my life, Ivy. But this, this is not who you are, not who your brother thought you to be.” I pulled out the drawing. “He saw his sister as a hero, and a hero doesn’t let vengeance consume herself!” To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even qualified to say those words-someone like me, who had never gotten over Ivy’s death. But I needed Rachel to get away from that thing, and I supposed the things I said were also something I wished to hear. Suddenly, something grabbed me from behind. It was the stillborn baby. Rachel’s drama had distracted me from my pursuer, giving it an easy window to strike. Unlike other monsters, the baby didn’t try to eat me. It just hugged me with its entire decomposed body, while simultaneously laughing and crying “Mama! Mama!” as if I were its mother. The colossal strength of its arms forced all the air out of my lungs. My bones were getting more and more fragile, to the point of breaking. The baby was crushing me to death. In my peripheral vision, I saw the box devil holding out its hand to Rachel. “Now or never!” He said. My friend made her decision. She ran toward me while shooting at the baby’s exposed brain, causing it to release me. By the time Rachel emptied her gun, the monster released its last cry for mama, before turning to dust. Behind us, the box entity disappeared after slightly nodding at us. “I’m gonna have to marry that gun some day!” I cracked a joke while struggling to stand up. “Ha ha, very funny, you idiot! How come you let a giant monster sneak up on you?” “Nevermind that. Rachel, the things I said just a moment ago, I’m…” “No, you were right. I should have stuck to the rules.” “About your brother, I’m sorry…” “I suppose I should tell you the whole story. My brother was kidnapped and murdered by a serial killer obsessed with the Secrets of the Uniniverse course. He had taken the class several times. That was how he managed to hide from the police. By the time we found him, he had died of an unknown cause. Maybe he failed one of the assignments, who knows?” “I see. But what did the culprit gain by killing so many people?” “I didn’t tell you this before, but the secret ingredient, the required condition for entering this class, was to kill another human being.” “What?” I screeched. A sharp pain ran through my brain. Before, I thought the baby’s voice caused it, but that shouldn’t be the case anymore. “That’s where you were wrong, tiger. I was no hero. After the killer’s death, I retired from the force and became a P.I. From his notes, I learned of this ritual and killed a homeless man to enter this one. Uh, hey, are you alright?” Rachel stopped her story upon noticing my growing discomfort. My brain felt like it was being torn apart. Visions flashed before my eyes. The encounter with the baby and Rachel’s story had dredged up some memories buried deep in my mind. I remembered receiving a black envelope a day before Ivy’s death. I remembered sneaking into our classroom in the middle of the night. I remembered Ivy holding something in her hands as she begged me, in tears, to perform the ritual. I remembered the important thing I had forced myself to forget. “I’m alright. We have only my object left, so let’s get this over with.” We easily got back to my high school. Navigating the realm became a breeze after you get used to it. In my classroom, we found a black envelope sitting on my desk. Then, Rachel and I split up and headed for our homes. I walked past my apartment and my childhood home. I kept walking until I reached Ivy’s grave. There, I lay down next to my friend, closed my eyes, and dreamt of our past sins. Final lesson submitted by /u/anh_pham to r/Ruleshorror [link] [comments]

thank you to everyone who took part in the subreddit census - it was really helpful seeing the demographics of a sample of our userbase, along with any feedback provided to us mods! we created the census to celebrate 500 sub members and posted it last week. since then, we've reached 620 members (as i type this), which is just crazy! i'm glad that we have our own haobinist community here we do try to post something when we notice the sub has been quiet for a day or two! we encourage other sub users to also post any content like polls or discussion posts Maybe we could hold some "events" on the subreddit? Like maybe a monthly fanfiction showcase, where we could share fanfic recs with each other based on a theme (like fairytale, university AU, canon compliant BP era, funny platonic fics, etc)? Or maybe we could hold a Boys Planet re-watch party (or a Haobin BP documentary rewatch party lol)? --> we think these are both great ideas and a bp rewatch party especially could be super fun. it would be great to get a sense of how many people would be interested in this so watch the sub for a potential poll on if you'd like to take part... And one thing I'm a bit confused about is the rule about polyshipping. For example. when the OP who made the thread asking for fanfic recommendations and said they enjoy borderline toxic relationships, I remembered a fanfic I once read that was Haobin-focused, but in that story Hao was in a relationship with Jiwoong (before starting a relationship with Hanbin, which was the focus of the story). I didn't post it because I didn't want to break the rules, but I wonder if it would be okay? Like, not making threads shipping Haobin with other people is obvious, but is it okay to mention other ships in this kind of context (where Haobin is the endgame/main focus)? --> yes posting haobin fics where they're endgame but see other people during the course of the fic is fine Everything is peak I owe you my life :')))) I do not have any complaints lol, maybe there should be things like tag games/interactive posts andddd more/custom flairs? though that's not really a necessity --> not quite sure what tag games are #boomer but yes to more interactive posts! and custom flairs can definitely be added

Each one should have the store name, the owner or owners, and what it sells. Over halfway done! Mack Guffin's Magic Armory A weapon and magic item store, owned by Mack Guffin and Mack Junior. Mack is a Troll Forge Adept Artificer who ate a Headband of Intellect and gained its powers, while Mack Junior is a sentient Vorpal Sword. Sells the best magic items on the continent, but prices are exorbitant. Thogona's Deli Owned by Thogona Diamondheart, a Hill Dwarf Commoner. Sells meats, cheeses, and delicious sandwiches. Crescendo Music Shop Co-owned by Alluer Romano, a Bloodline of Asmodeus Tiefling Glamour Bard, Wr'equiem Spinebreaker, an Orc Valor Bard, and Leitmotif I'kannis, a Warforged Envoy Creation Bard. Sells mundane and magical instruments. The Feywild Experience A fancy restaurant, owned by Bri'ente/Bri'deinmar, a genderfluid Archfey that became extremely lost and got stuck in the material plane (Then decided he/she liked it better than the Feywild). Sells incredibly expensive magical food that gives magical buffs when eaten. Blorg's Best Alchemy and Potions An alchemy store, owned by Blorg Geneva Blarharg and Eye-Van. Blorg is a Bugbear Alchemist Artificer, and Eye-Van is a sapient Beholder eye stalk who came from an experiment gone horribly right. Sells potions, poisons, and components. Gan'tesh's Bath House This communal bathhouse is built on a natural hotspring and offers rest and relaxation to large groups. Visitors will receive strong buffs and faster healing for the following 24 hours. Gan'tesh is a loxodon druid / cleric multiclass. She is calm and friendly to all visitors but has a habbit of pushing visitors to buy her candles. The candles are a little pricey, but they are embued with potion effects. When lit, they emit the effect in a wide area for up to an hour. Mixed Bag Mixed Bag is a shop. One of the shoppiest of shops of all time! You can find sticks, gizmos, trinkets, traps, needles, broken glass, sometimes your old stuff here! It's a... hut, of some sort. A large ball of clay was rolled around until big enough, then "Banne" Stones hollowed out the inside by hand. She then set the whole thing on fire. It worked to a degree if you ignore the cracks, but inside is filled floor to ceiling with shelves hand-carved into the walls brimming with all of the shiniest and grabbiest of treasures. Jars of eyes, clockwork newts, a fish that floats around burping smoke, someone's live eyeball- anything Banne can get her hands on. Legally. Of course. You got shiny rocks and can't identify them? She can tell you what they're worth just by putting them in her mouth. Need something repaired? Banne cannot do that- but she can modify it! Don't ask how. All transactions final, no returns. Maxamillion's Packs-A-Million A goblin's traveling backpack cart run by Maxamillion the goblin who scavengers battlefields for used goods and makes specialty pack out combinations for adventurers... Hopefully serving them better than they did their previous owners. Louenthual's Masterworks Run by Louenthual Veluthion, High Elf swordsmith. Shop decor is minimalist like an Apple Store or art gallery; half a dozen magic swords sit on pedestals. Considers himself an artiste, nor a blacksmith. Each sword is lovingly handmade, unique, named, very powerful, and costs more than a small kingdom. Not that he’d sell to you anyways, you’re probably not the right match for his swords, and he bets who he lets buy his “children”. A bored sprite “works” at the desk, answering occasional correspondence for him and keeping an eye on anyone who comes in. She confides he’s not sold anything in the 2 years she’s worked for him; she spends her time writing romantic fan fiction about a well known adventuring party. Windtail An airship dealership run by Genur and Farrur, gnome artificer brothers. You know what the happiest two days are in the lives of a higher tier adventuring party? The day they buy an airship… and the day they sell an airship. Windtail doesn’t just sell airships, it sells a dream, a way of life. If they think you’ve got money, the brothers ply you with champagne and try to make you think about the day you buy an airship… standing on the bow, taking in the fresh air, flying above all your problems. Without actually lying, they avoid talking about the taxes, dock rents, maintenance costs, fuel costs, re-enchantment fees, rain, vicious wyverns, myopic horny dragons, … Until you’ve bought it. Once you’ve bought it, they’ll give you a week to enjoy it, and then do their best to get you to sell it back to them for less than half what you paid for it, so they can sell it on to the next sucker. The Sailor's Star A store located at a port or a boardwalk and ran by Half-Elven Rogue named Kariss "Bullseye" Teeves, co-owned by their pet goldfish Wise. Kariss is a former pirate who few alive know is phenomenal with a firearm, but they attribute their skill to Wise's advice, a goldfish that either Kariss has replaced over the years or suspiciously has lived for more than two decades. The store sells both mundane and enchanted fishing and sailing supplies, but also acts as a fence to those they trust and may have a few rarities and oddities they'd be more than happy to sell for a markup. Ogres and Under: Run by Thokna, an Ogre. Clothier that promises something in anyone's size. You must be this tall to ride Run by Johnny Jim Doe, a Human Noble. Popup Bar and Adult Entertainment, predjudicial against halflings, gnomes, and dwarves. Maude's Rations A discount general store run by Maude, a middle-aged human woman, or her sons Walter and Samuel. The boys have ties to the local thieves guild that they think their mother is unaware of, but Maude's a sly old bird. The store's slogan is "You can find everything in Maude's Rations!" Obsidian Outfitters A weapons shop owned by Rufus, the half orc who always dresses in a nice pinstripe suit but often with the jacket off and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and suspenders visible. Very handsome and friendly shopkeeper who is an excellent salesman. The shop is a weapons shop, focusing on bladed weaponry, where all the handles and pommel and such have decorative obsidian inlaid. The shop doesn't make the blades themselves but orders the blades and finishes the process with their own handles. Wyrmforge Armory Managed by a halfling woman named Mini who really doesn't like her job, but she probably wouldn't like any job. Always a bit exasperated when she has to do anything but a competent worker nonetheless. The shop is another weapons shop but with a draconic theme. More etched blades, draconic imagery and carvings, etc. Anita's Sweet Treats Run by a human woman, Anita, and her husband, Bill. A staple of the community for over twenty years, they sell the best cakes, tarts, cookies, and anything else sweet you could think of! Gira's Arcane Emporium Run by Gira, a very very elderly gnomish woman with white hair in a big floppy bun and glasses top large for her face that always slide down her nose. A shop that deals in some magic items of the arcane persuasion but is more of a one stop shop for components for Spellcasting. Alzar's Leather A stand more than a shop but run by a sleezy sort of human man named Alzar who sells a number of exotic leathers, anything from alligator to wolf to camel. Annit's Alchemy An alchemist shop run by Annit, an elderly halfling woman who is actually an elderly goblin woman with a magical disguise! She makes strange concoctions and even learned how to make potent healing salves. They take longer than a potion to work but they're much cheaper! Restore: Body Works? A strangely named masseuse and day spa owned by a halfelf "reformed" necromancer named Malazan. Business is alright, although one need to get past the heavy breathing, clammy hands, and Malazan's tendency to halt mid sentence, stare into space for a bit, and then turn that sentence into a question with a gasping, upwards inflection. Rodpart's Cursed Items A trapdoor that is attached to a permanent rope trick dimension pulled by a floating glowing demilich skull that lost a game of chance which holds Rodpart's shop. Clean and clear. Rodpart, a warforged envoy who is under contract with the room, sells cursed items for a fair market price depending on the boon and bust of the item. Rodpart knows all languages, sees all in his room, and knows the more important secrets of the party members. It (Rodpart's preferred pronoun) warns the player not to kill or hurt it lest the curse imparts on them. The Demilich always moves away from towns but rumors in taverns and meeting places always speak of seeing a glowing skull near place no one wants to go. Ratatoskr's Envoy and Mail Service A clothes-wearing, talking, halfling sized, intelligent squirrel, who most swear is a unknown trickster god or a race all to himself as he has been spotted with himself and tricking even the most invested private investigators into silly little wild goose chases, has set up shop in various trees in the realm marked with a rune of squirrel and light music playing near the tree. The mail service is a copper a letter, 5 coppers for a small package, and 1 silver for larger packages up to great maul. Negotiable anything bigger, delivered the same. The Envoy service is a gold piece but, Ratatoskr lets anyone who is anyone in an area know about your party and their deeds and for a gold piece more, put a positive spin on them which is complete correct technically. Repeat envoy service will double the price. The Gilded Cracks Shop It is a shop ran by a rearmed, relegged quadriplegic goliath artificer by the name of Dur-Vek Ironhand Kouriar which specializes in prosthetic limbs and mechanical augmentations. The main sales area is cluttered but organized mess with various limbs and add-ons ready for use, but, the main workshop is a clean mess where Dur-Vek works, builds, cooks, and sleeps. Commission work is accepted and he loves a good challenge. Specialty masks and limbs are a common job for him. Discount for anyone who finds themselves in a hard spot down to only covering the cost of the materials, but, he is known to make exceptions for that too if the story of how the limb was lost is good enough to move him. Môr ho A Cala o (from Darkness and of Light) A never closing, mixed stock general store ran by a couple. Mor, a male battle hardened drow who is bubbly, chatty and kind, and Cala, a female high elf who is reserved and polite in a backhanded unless you play with the same level of sass and class. At Dusk and Dawn, both meet, kiss, and say a bit of poetry or sweet nothings as the other takes their shift. On holidays or major festival days, temporary workers are hired to fill the gaps. The prices are fairer at night and is where restocking happens but, discounts do happen during the day with slightly raised prices where the most the profits happen. Their Children, Uial and Moth, usually play in the area and place advertisements and coupons for the store. We Lease Krakens A pet store of enormous size, miraculously crammed into a demiplane connected to a quaint storefront on an out of the way side street. The proprietor, who goes by the name: "MAXIMUS, LORD OF BEASTS", followed by magical foley and soundeffects of lightning strikes, trumpets, and monster roars (you will be corrected by the magical curse of the store; Will Save DC18, if you do not get the volume, delivery, and intonation just right); is actually named "Morton", and is suffering a sort of curse. They can't leave, nor can they die until every beast within has found a good home; they begrudgingly accept thier role, except when new creatures appear in the shops inventory, then they suffer a bout of exisistential angst and mope for a few weeks. So You Think You Can Dan's: Ran by Dan "Daemon" Deluca, (they claim to be a tiefling, but seem disguised to appear as pushy, opinionated, and loudmouth human). Dan runs a sort of entertainment venue, where you are the entertainment. For what it is, just about every mover and shaker in the whos who, the how's that?, and the hoosegow are here. You pay a fee, and then perform for the audience. If the trick is "good" enough, or entertaining enough, determined by an obtuse and totally biased judging panel (who will totally insult you so bad it leaves third degree burns and make the audience laugh while doing it), you get a cut of the night's take at the door based on the judges' scores. If you suck, you lose your deposit, unless you want to "double down" and try your luck again. Some nights are themed, and if it's your first night here, you have to "Dan's", or "pay the penalty". Oh, and the most important rule is that you should proseletize and market Dan's as much as possible; do a good enough job, and you might get a sponsorship deal from the numerous "family affiliates" who attend the club regularly. Bat's Belfry "Bat" Baldor is an ogre who was born the runt of the litter. After growing to an embarrassingly short 6 feet tall, she was ostracized from her tribe, but she was taken in by a kindly group of monks who run a small temple in a small village on the road to nowhere. The temple has a bell tower where the monks allowed Bat to make his home. Bat now runs a business selling bells of various sizes, cowbells to liberty bells, that she displays and sells from her belfry. There are rumors that the monks have bestowed blessings and curses on these bells, which are said to be imbued with wondrous, magical properties. These rumors might be heard on the road from pilgrims who travel to the belfry to buy and ring bells that bestow healing and blessings, and from righteous warriors who travel to the belfry to buy war bells to ring in the midst of battle to curse their enemies. When the monks are asked where Bat might be found, they always reply, "Oh, Bat's in the Belfry!" Windy's Windmill Parts and Supply Windy is a cute, middle-aged gnome tinkerer who designs, fashions and sells windmill construction blueprints, mechanism kits, and replacement parts. You got a windy location? You can build a windmill to grind grain, saw wood, or pump water from an underground aquifer, drain a swamp, or irrigate your fields. As Windy's advertising posters point out on the village notice board: "Add a windmill to your stronghold for a sustainable energy solution!" Gump's Shrimp Shack "Bubba" Gump is an old, retired, battle-scarred veteran with a peg leg who sells shrimp from a broken-down shack at the far end of the town docks. He catches shrimp from his small, even more broken-down, sail-powered trawler that's always on the verge of sinking. He loves to trade tall tales with visitors from afar as he sits on an upended old crate in his shack, bagging up delicious fresh shrimp in burlap sacks for sale in the town market. He laughs often, his smile revealing more than a few golden teeth. It's rumored that he has a hidden treasure, buried on one of the small sandy islands that dot the coast, but he lives like a beggar, always dressed in fishy smelling rags. Some say he waits for a young apprentice, a squire, worthy of a sword master's martial knowledge . . . and his treasure. Hannah Montana's Arcana Cabana - A small shop that mostly deals in common and/or single use items, all stored securely and heavily warded in the back room. Select rare magical items might also be available, but only for preferred customers whom the proprieter feels can be trusted. The interior of the shop is a simple counter with a folio of available items, and no more than one person is allowed in at a time for security reasons. The proprieter, Ms Montana, is a 40 year old human woman, although she disguises herself as younger women of various races and pretends to be her own employees (of which she actually has none). Hannah was awarded the shop, formerly known as Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, from her ex husband as part of a messy divorce. The Pink Pony Club So named for the mounted head of a pink pony which adorns the lavish interior, this exclusive, members only club is the place where the wealthiest, most influential community members meet. The current head of the organization is Rex Mulholland, a landlord whose family owns much of the property in town. Head of security is Dragg Ryeland, a former adventurer half-orc who took the job to provide stability for his family. Dragg cares little for politics, but takes his job seriously and is generously compensated for his discression. Bloodbath and Beyond A chain of overpriced and lower-quality adventurer supply superstores. Hated by mom-and-pop adventurer related stores. No one ever remembers one being built or moving in but when they do the locals are driven out by obscene undercuts and the ever popular but never discussed 'Beyond' section. Tench's Trench No matter where you are or what you're doing the shady, shadowy Trench is there to sell you 'summat like new guv, fell off the back of a cart this mornin' guv' from the stygian depths of his trenchcoat. Dirty's Ditch Diggers Mr. Dirty Dugger runs a labor contracting business, hiring the down-n-out, organizing them into work crews supervised by retired adventurers, supplying them with picks, shovels and carts, and contracting them to local nobles and business folks to dig drainage ditches along roads, transportation canals between neighboring towns, and latrines for the army in times of war. You can always find a job working for Dirty. [Rumor: Dirty makes corpses "disappear" for the local gang/cult/faction. Rumor: Dirty's crews sometimes unearth mysterious "artifacts".] The Carp Cart Always on the move due to pesky local ordinances and several failed health inspections, The Carp Cart can be found in alleys near--but not technically in--the local market square. Run by a former lawman known as Rooster, The Cart offers rock-bottom prices for whatever fresh-water delicacies Rooster reeled in that day. Want fish but don't want to empty your coin purse? Just follow your nose to Rooster's Carp Cart! Dargan Murkstone's Arms and Armor A no thrills no gloss weapon and armor shop ran by a no thrills no gloss Duergar by the name of Dargan Murkstone. The armors and weapons are high quality and have an equally high price to match. The place is steeped in quiet and reserved pride. Dargan does not care for who he sells to, only that they do not disturbed the atmosphere. The sign on the door says the rules. Be quiet. Be courteous. Be well mannered. Be direct. Be respectful. Right to deny service is enforced. A written contract that is enforced upon entry can be request from owner or workers. Arcan's Academically Articulatent Arcane Access Accounts Arcan is an unpredictable person who believes themselves a wizard or sorceress or arcane aficionado who specializes in components and spell records, hiding their form and face behind . Their store glows and flows with arcane energy as scripts, scrolls, and books float around every inch of the place. If one is slightly attuned to arcane energy, the raw level of magical energy in the shop would give one a headache. At last, Arcan had a dire shame they hide from the world. Arcan does not understand magic and technically is not 'a' person but a collection of entities masquerading as a person despite being made mostly of arcane energy with tones of divine and eldritch. Nugget's Big Ol' Pile of Nuggets Nuggets is a simple goblin. She likes nuggets. Iron nuggets, Stone nuggets, Gold nuggets, Chicken nuggets, Beef nuggets, Tofu nuggets, any nugget you can think of there is probably at least one of those nuggets in Nugget's nugget pile. For 100 gold, you have 5 minutes to collect whatever nuggets you want. But, the catch is that nuggets keep coming in and out of the nugget via a portal system which looks like a water fall of nuggets, a Nugget Fall. The nugget fall may crush you if you are not careful but Nugget don't care. Nugget knows more will come for nuggets. Nugget will not run out of nuggets as 100 gold buys a lot of nuggets. Skilled Labor A strange man in a small shack offers to take on any job. He proclaims himself a very skilled Laborer. No matter what job is needed he always finishes it in miraculous time and fashion. If you need a house built, tomorrow you have a completed castle (with staff!). The catch? The laborer is a powerful genie (or god or other wish granting being) though he will never admit to it. One job per customer and for your safety don't complain about his work. Yew Niquorn's "Born to Horn! Emporium" A former bard, they sell horns, brass wind instruments, including magical devices, and begrudgingly cornucopias during one of the holiday seasons. They go absolutely wild for musicians looking to purchase or sell, are fearful of clowns, and loathe mimery. The claim to not be a unicorn in disguise, despite their name, and be ever so kind as to ignore the one small curly horn-spike in their forehead, please, thank you. Lady Wrath's "The Ruffled Ruffian" A former Lady-Knight reknowned for her Berserker-Sword fighting style; but found over the years that fine-clothes could be as good as a sword in the court. She now sells Courtly Dress and Fine Clothes, to anyone with the coin and desiring nice things; sumptuary laws be damned, the positively archaic class-warfare laws that those in power occasionally attempt to enforce. She has developed an eye for fashion, but claims her fingers were never nimble enough to actually do any stitching, and so pays well above market rates and employs as many as she can as an act of community outreach. Mx. Anne Keree's Royally Patented "Catch and Carry" This third generation shop sells artificed and runeworked furniture, traps, storage, luggage, and transportation systems. Anne inherited this sprawling operation from her Grandparents (Sir Ketch Keree, and Wife Kerry), and Parents (Cash Keree Esq. and Wife Portia) employing no less than two artificers, a runesmith, two leatherworkers, three cabinet, chestmaker and carpenters, married wheel and wagon wrights, a blacksmith, clockmaker, brightsmith, and a bevy of apprentices. If you need an animated luggage, a chest of holding, a clockwork carriage, or simply a well appointed divan with concealed storage, Mx. Anne is who to speak to. Vines, Wines, and Wands Viscount Vincent Virago, the proprietor, was a magical wunderkind at one of the premier magic academies, and after graduating with honors was immediately offered a professorship, and even went on to becoming the academy's youngest tenured professor until suceeding to the title he currently holds forced him to take on a long-term hiatus to oversee his lands. This store is merely a recreation for him, and a creative outlet for his Horticultural, Magical passions. Virago's wines have always been prized, but with Vincent's skills the wines have been even more promising. One marketing gimmick is to offer a planted cutting of the same vines as the wine, magically enchanted to maintain the same growing conditions as the vineyard. If you are willing to listen to Vincent's original poetry, and able to shell out a pretty large pile of gold, or happen to be an academy student apprenticing with the professor, you may be able to get your hands on potent "plant-based" wands wrought from the same vines that he tends, or scrolls scribed by him featuring the same original lyrics (as well as potent "Virago Original" spells). Harms and Harmers Darkwon Plaguerock is a literal dark reflection of a nearby store and owner, down to matching outfits in a different color scheme, and the smoking holes of chilling darkness where thier eyes and mouth would be. Instead of weapons and armor, they buy and sell only curses and cursed gear, and if you pay 1d6 years of your life, they'll break curses or cursed items that have attached to one's soul, provided they also get to keep the curse or cursed item afterwards as well. They seem to have a feud with the other store owner, even if the other one won't acknowledge it. Stans Scribblers Every adventurer needs chalk, every wizard needs pens and ink. Stan Serif (8th in a long line of the Serif clan) sells regular and magical chalks, inks, and magical inks, wax and magical waxes, bulk foolscap and the finest of parchments made from the skin of angels. Do you need chalk that only you can see? Do you need ink that is only visible in the presence of a dragon? Do you need wax made from hundred-winged celestial honeybees? Stan's got it, somehow; doesn't even know he's got it, sometimes, or how he acquired it, even. Dye Hard An ex-guardsman (Hard Mohnson) retired after taking an arrow to the knee, and opened a shop that sells fabric dyes. Every year he purchases enough cloth for every child at the local orphanarium to have a new outfit, each one died in a crazy color tie-die. The charity is having a deleterious effect on Hard's finances, and it seems likely that his shop and crazy colorful dream will soon come to an end. Thïv's Tools Thïv knows these things to be true. Thïv is a cat-person by species, with pet cats. Thïv is no Thief, and a burglar is a thief; therefore Thïv is not a cat-burglar for posessing burglar's tools. Thïv is an Artificer, Clockworkmaker, and Locksmith. Thïv's Tools is where Thïv's Tools, created by Thïv, are to be sold to persons who are not Thïv, in exchange for gold that is not Thïv's until the time of purchase. Thïv knows that Gold is a fungible medium of economic exchange. Thïv's gold was not gained by way of burglary, but by way of artifice that does not involve burglary. That an alleged burglar obtained tools that they allegedly used to commit a burglary that allegedly did or did not bear Thïv's maker's mark does not make Thïv an alleged accessory to any alleged burglary... Two-Humps' Camel Depots Malvar "Two-Humps" Desrahshi is a man of vision. It was clear to all that passing through The Impassible Desert would cut the travel time between two large trading towns by half, yet one needed camels to accomplish such a logistical feat, and though the beasts could make the journey on one bellyful of water, water was required on both ends of the trek. And so it came to pass that, on one fateful day, Malvar bought two Bactrian camels, male and female, and from these progenitors bred a herd of desert-crossing quadrupeds. As the herd grew, Malvar bought two hills, one on each side of the desert, and upon each hill erected a stronghold of sandstone, and within each stronghold dug a well, a well deep and true, to tap the artesian waters that lay beneath. And that is how Malvar became the camel-renting monopolist of The Impassible Desert. Each stronghold provides weary travelers with food, water, shade, camels and relative safety from caravan-raiding bandits. Malvar's two hills became known as the "Two Humps" of the desert, mirroring the saddle-hugging humps on the back of each beast. And Malvar himself eventually became known as "Two Humps," a moniker of admiration, adopted by the caravan captains made rich by Malvar's vision. PegLeg's Pirate Prosthetics Keelhaul "PegLeg" Arrowfodder was a fierce pirate captain who drank heavily, swore often, and took no prisoners. One fateful day, while swinging on a boarding rope from his flagship, The Rusty Cutlass, toward a hapless merchant galleon, his leg was snagged by the rigging and torn completely from its moorings. Using the bloody stump to parry cutlass thrusts, an idea was born. Keelhaul quit the bounding main for the more lucrative career of pirate prosthetics--wooden legs, wooden arms and hands, hooks for the odd missing hand or finger, the possibilities were endless, and the clientele was large and growing larger. Keelhaul specialized in custom limbs and digits, a hidden compartment here, a pop-out dagger there, a thigh that doubled as a cask, hooks designed to parry or grapple, a wooden finger that served as a vial for poison, he had found his true calling. Soon pirates came from near and far to peruse the options. Demand increased, prices rose, the coin rolled in. Keelhaul built a little cottage factory, introduced buying on the installment plan, and then, layaway. Pirates of all factions made a solemn pact to preserve and defend "PegLeg's" little factory from all raiders, including themselves. Nary a tavern can now be found where two salty veterans aren't comparing their PegLeg parts, flashing the old script trademark hot-branded deep into the stained mahogany, sanded smooth and varnished. "Visit ol' PegLeg," they say. "He'll fix you up. Good as new!" Betty Bing's Bam and Boom Bonanza! Betty Bing is a real pistol; a firecracker with dynamite personality, an explosive temper, looks that could kill, and a set of guns that can put an eye out at a hundred yards. Betty Bing sells mining explosives and arcane powders! Betty Bing believes the only problem that can't be solved with more explosives is the problem you have when you forgot to bring enough explosives. Betty Bing speaks in the Third Person. Betty Bing prefers statements over questions. Betty Bing still has both eyes and all her fingers and toes. Were-U-At?: Lycanthrope Counciling and Support Center Rex "Fido" Fidelius openly lets his werewolf tail wag, and offers an understanding ear and furry shoulder to lean on. The Livanetica Institute for the Study and Understanding of Orgone Energy Elrond Cupboard is a serene looking halfelf who "is just here to help". Offering to teach customers spiritual techniques and sell special "Obsidian Communion Mirrors" which channel the "Orgonic Flux". He's hired a bunch of aesthetically pleasing assistants to go out and "spread the word" and bring in more customers. Caramel Sue-tra Suebella Xhoco is a succubus, not that it's common knowledge. She doesn't use her powers against mortals, anyway, or if she does, none are alive to prove otherwise. She runs a romance themed candy store, selling candies, sweetmeats, and confections that she makes herself, and is quite the artist, pouring her skills into refining her talents and products to peak perfection. Her products aren't cheap, but they're classy, and delicious, and she makes a decent profit selling to the decadent wealthy. Go Dentist Dendon "Dan" Tendonflosser is "uh schmot troll whut noses a few finks about teef since I'ze a Demtisht om my ewn and been smashin dem teef since a wee shite and eyem a roff and toff howdyadew, and wut smashin dem armor does iz dentin' and I'ze said to meself they'z GOLTTTT to be hadz there iz!" Dan accepts payment in teeth or gold or diamonds or gold teeth or gold teeth encrusted with diamonds, he has a bit of a thing about implanting them into his own mouth, which he has.. expanded via orthodontics thanks to his regenerative abilities. Dan uses his skills to smash the dents out of armor, as a cheaper alternative to paying an armor smith for repairs. The din outside has driven away a number of other store-owners, and he is always a touch cranky after he installs new "teef"; which he occasionally uses (along with prodigious strength) to straighten armor. If you're tough enough, and he isn't in a bad mood, he reckons you might be able to get tooth work done yourself, if you pay for it. "Paneless" Glazing Repair and Second Story Work Penny Peablossom is a Second Story Girl, secretly in the Roof-Runners Society, running a thinly veiled window repair company "fixing" windows that she may or may not have paid local urchins to break first. If you pay her extra, she'll steal anything, if she's had a look at the place first. She has a few tricks up her sleeve for dealing with just about any non-magical trap, and can also handle some small-scale magical traps if you're able to front her some operating funds. The only way you'll get her to admit to her "side-gig" is to be a fellow member of the Roof-Runners that she recognizes. "SECRETS YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO KNOW" Owen is an Overly Edgy Occultist and Object Reader that gathers and trades in obscure Arcana, but it's the sort of Arcana collection that (to the common folk nearby) most think is pretty much just: "On the 12th Night the Great Wizard Farticus ate Lentils and Navy Beans while bathing in a tub of bacon grease" or whatver the Wizarding Spellbook equivalent of Nudie Magazines is. If you can trade something good, though, you might get led down into the secret library catacombs beneath his shop... apparently the previous owner was a wizard of some reknown who went a bit crazy before they died, hid everything, and now Owen gets to poke and prod at the Arcane Equivalent of Cursed Nuclear Waste. So Cool. Pippa's Puppets, Poppets, and Effigies Ms. Pippa Poppetcaller is a gnome with a thing for manners, tea parties, fancy dresses, pointy boots, and elaborately coifed ultra-long hair. Her hair is magically enchanted and works as a set of legs, arms, hands, and tentacles... she hardly ever walks on her own two feet... they would ruin her boots, and her magic combs help keep the hair clean, and self-styling, thank you. The dolls and toys she makes aren't all creepy, but some definitely are. There is a rumor that she is actually a hag or some sort of witch. But no one knows anyone directly with any actual evidence of such. Mr T's Teas, Tisanes, and Tincturous Infusions; (former) Baron Tibolt Theandolous III, was an up and coming wealthy noble who embraced courtly culture and refined stately elegance. Mr T would pity any fool who thought to mock or cross him. Back in the day, Mr T would spend more gold than any one family made in a hundred years, just to buy a new powdered ruff. Then Mr T played with emotions of someone he shouldn't and was CURSED into the wretched form of a clown, forced to wear bells and jangly jongleur cap well out of season.. BELLS! In his quest for a cure, Mr T will relate by Common Sign Language (when he opens his mouth to speak, only a honking horn or confetti comes out) that he swept thru the kingdom, after being stripped of his title and lands, searching for a cure, but only found true peace when he discovered the joys of tea culture; ceremony, steeping, selecting the finest leaves, drying, curing, grinding, etc. Mr T. sells Tea of all types, including magical and rare herbs. Chester's Tavern This tavern is run by an intelligent Mimic and a couple of Doppelgangers. Chester is the owner of the Tavern. Chester realized a long time ago that instead of eating adventurers, it's more worth it to have adventurers provide the food... did I mention he doesn't quite accept traditional currency? He accepts trades... such as meat, food, items, or information. Currency is the last thing on his? Or Her mind. Glimmur Glumm's Nursery Run by a strange man who is terrified of the plants he sells and each plant comes with a free bell tied to it so you can "Tell when it's sneaking up on you." Mostly seems like a harmless madman, but might have inadvertently grown something genuinely rare/useful/dangerous. The End is Neigh When Endis Moorsheathe, Seventh Lord of the Barony of Moorsheathe was cursed; He spent seventeen years as a common steed. When he was finally lifted, and he turned back to his original form, except for permanently having the head of a braying ass, he had an epiphany, and realized the need for true care and attention that steeds require. Having lost the inheritance of the Barony, he never the less built up a business that cared for the mounts of adventurers and nobility alike, hosting accommodations designed from the ground up to serve the mount well. Schitte-Pyle Mountain Mining and Blasting, Ltd. Kinge Pyle, of the esteemed Pyle clan of West Emberford, is extraordinarily lucky to have found the love of his life, Agneiss Schitte, when he accidentally got lost and found his way to a Mountain village guarding the entrance portal to a hidden realm composed entirely of guano. Her clan has guarded the portal for generations, and it wasn't until Kinge won through numerous trials and contests that he gained access to it. Now he uses it as the secret ingredient in a special alchemical blasting powder, to great effect for rapidly expanding his mining empire. The company is about to branch out, having experimented in spreading the magical realms produce across many farms in the area, and resulting a bumper crop from all of them. Contributors: Me, u/Rhonoke, u/GM-Velyn, u/d8nightpodcast, u/d20an, u/Mythic_Tier_Kobold, u/MaxSizels, u/cutiefey, u/jengacide, u/Th3R493r, u/ProfBumbleFingers, u/TQMII, u/IAmTheOutsider, u/Th3R3493r, u/TheWrathfulGod, u/Cazmonster, u/GrandmageBob, u/Goodstock6964, u/bobothejedi, u/Flutterwander submitted by /u/DnDisTHEbestgame to r/d100 [link] [comments]

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/Key_Conclusion5511 Originally posted to r/EntitledPeople You "owe it to your sister (who's married) and niece" Thanks to u/theboringhistoryfan for suggesting this BoRU Trigger Warnings: entitlement, controlling behavior, emotional manipulation, financial exploitation, harassment Original Post: July 14, 2025 I called my father this morning to see how they were all doing --- before he said good morning, he asked what the FUCK is a dorm shower and why are (my) in-laws asking for money and gifts? Background: My husband, children (adult teens now), and I went no contact with my husbands entire immediate family and most extended relatives since 2016. That's 9+ years of not talking to, contacting, or having any type of relationship or interactions. We gave them over 20 years of chances and boundaries and consequences --- that's to say it wasn't a "rash" decision that was made selfishly or thoughtlessly. Through the years they send us (in the actual USPS mail because they're blocked everywhere else) requests for gifts. You see, they like to create registries (like you would for a bridal or baby shower) and fill them with obscenely priced items for simple things like birthdays, Christmas, graduation, anniversaries, and every little I farted and therefore I deserve an expensive gift event. Onto last week into today I called my husbands Aunt to catch-up (she's the only one we're still in contact with) and she gave me a heads-up that my in-laws were trying to get her to pay (they used the term donate) over $100,000 (not a typo) for the golden granddaughters dorm fees 🙄🤔🤦 because "we're family and we need to stick together and do our part" when the lady who is living a modest life and on social security said absolutely not! they then sent her an invitation (via text) to the dorm shower and husband's aunt said it was beyond ridiculous --- not to mention the request for straight-up cash when she graduated. In the meanwhile --- I'm getting texts and calls from old acquaintances and childhood friends (we all grew up in the same town and inlaws still live there but we've moved about 4 hrs away) saying that my in-laws are harassing them and trying to get ahold of our information (because we changed our cell numbers and blocked them everywhere we digitally could) Last week in the mail I received an actual printed invite along with registry information --- not one place, BUT THREE SEPARATE STORES and because we were curious we (my whole family found it comical) took a peek. The cheapest thing on there was a pack of washclothes in the $60 range, followed by a power strip at $120, and the prices went up from there including items in the $2000 range. They even had commercial type appliances which YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE/USE IN A DORM ROOM. So, why are they even on there? 🤯. Then the phone calls started rolling in (which were sent to voicemail) from phone numbers we aren't familiar with. MIL ended up leaving a message. (Husband's name) this is your mom. (Niece's name) Is going away for college and we need you to contribute $100,000 for her dorm. We also sent YOU (apparently the rest of us no longer exist) an invitation to her dorm shower and a picture from her graduation (which had requests for straight-up money without even hosting a party). Don't disappoint us because you "owe it" to your niece and sister. First of all, No to the fuckity NO! 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕. Second, niece's parents make more than half a million a year (they both work for the state, love to brag, and their salaries are posted -- found that out from Aunt). So.... shouldn't they easily be able to afford their child's dorm necessities? Third, my husband and I have our own two children in university. One going into sophomore year and one going into junior year and we NEVER made any grand announcements much less requests for money. They also chose to stay local in order to save money. Fourth, WTF are you trying to get money and gifts out of my parents and others elderly relatives? Arent there law's against swindling senior citizens? My husband dropped everything into the shredder and I erased the voicemail with full intent of remaining and maintaining no contact. In the last two hours, I've gotten 6 calls from numbers I don't know but area codes that are from their area with nobody leaving any messages. WTF? Just when you think you're out they try and pull you back into their fuckery. So fucking tired and the NERVE to do that! They didn't even bother asking about their BIOLOGICAL grandchildren that they claim to "love with all their hearts" Edit I'm so sorry that I didn't explain it correctly To be clear it's two separate things Request one: $100,000 for dorm fees and boarding so essentially rent and food Request two: "dorm shower" registering for gifts at specific stores that people are "expected" to buy for you off of a list produced/chosen by the graduate Edit 2 - how did mil get the number We don't know, we did have a friend say that they gave out our address (which they had anyway) We have friends and my family that still live there ---our home town that we both (me and husband) grew up in Many people go to the same church weekly and many of the in-laws attend -- that's the most probable place We still gave our new numbers to our friends and my family MIL managed to get our new number and nobody has confessed to giving it to her I'm also getting a lot of calls from random numbers I don't know and they're not leaving voicemails --- that coincides with MIL calling MIL as of right now has left a single message Reverse directory on the other numbers doesn't give me information Somehow at the very least MIL has gotten our number We don't know if the other calls are related to MIL because they don't leave voicemails but considering the uptick in calls and the message from Mil we think it's related to each other Thank you to all who read this novel length post, the advice, laughs, and the recommendations for Google voice (it's been already implemented) No further voicemails at this time I will update if anything pops off ☺️. TLDR: inlaws suck from top to bottom, inside and out and all I want is for them to STOP Relevant Comments Commenter 1: Wow. The sheer audacity. You unfortunately probably need to change your phone numbers again. I’m sorry. UpdateMe OOP: I just keep blocking everything We've changed our numbers at least twice (me three times and husband twice) already and they badger someone until they give it up --- it feels like we need to go into witness protection and even then I don't think we'd be safe Thank you for reading and taking the time to respond 😊 Commenter 2: Maybe it’s time to talk to a lawyer to see what your options are legally speaking - restraining order or a cease and desist letter etc. OOP: My husband doesn't want to do that because A) he's cheap B) you can't do that to "family" (but all the crap they've done is ok?! 😞) I'm exhausted by all of it Commenter 2: Honestly, I’d be pretty pissed if my husband made those excuses. OOP: I've known my husband since we were children He was very much "brainwashed" by them and I was too young and stupid to understand the lifetime implications of getting married to someone like that What I tell my children and all their friends is to pay attention to what they do, what they don't do, and what they allow YOU to be exposed to. And you're right! I have spent a good portion of my marriage pissed at what others were bringing to my doorstep. Was OOP's husband the favorite and how were her kids treated in the family? OOP: My husband is not one of the "favorites", my kids were treated like garbage When they were little we would host simple birthday parties --- at home, homemade delicious food, a variety of pastries and of course cake. We never registered for gifts and we accepted whatever they bought over with grace. Amongst the "gifts" were used and stained clothes and part of a set (so it would have a tag that said three piece set and we would only be given the pants instead of the complete outfit) not to mention the filthy clearly used toys and water stained books. They would come in through the front and I would put everything into a garbage bag and place it in the garage because that's how bad it was. They would turn around a few months later and invite us to their birthday party complete with registry --- we're talking library bound entire dr Seuss sets and outdoor wood playgrounds. . They saw nothing wrong with what they were doing and no shame --- like at all What is OOP's husband's take on this situation? OOP: As of now, he wants to maintain no contact Prior to the no contact he was a diplomatic fence sitter and it infuriated me because his silence was the equivalent of acceptance I credit our children for somewhat dragging him out of the "fog" but it's been a two steps forward one step back deal and there are cultural expectations and dysfunction that comes into play. Brainwashing would be the best way to describe it and doing what they wanted was his easiest choice. These people are not normal or "controllable" and they are a VERY large family. MIL has 6 siblings FIL has 5 each sibling had a minimum of 3 children and one had 10 (with 2 deaths in their middle age) those children have gotten married and have children --- when you oppose one you become their enemy. So picture a non-stop barge of Bible thumping and telling you that you're all going to hell and cursing our family and children. Conversations don't work (we gave them over 20 years of chances), I refuse to fight, and I refuse to submit therefore we ignore It's been over 9 years. I trust but verify EVERYTHING and haven't seen anything of concern I simply hate the noise they create in my life that I don't want and isn't necessary. My husband doesn't like talking about them and said "wtf are they doing? Why are they going to (my) parents?" After we had our fun with the registry information he popped everything into the shredder. It's not easy and I understand that so I give him the grace to allow him to change. We've been married over 30 years. I think I answered your question Commenter 3: And how is letting you be subjected to harassment somehow NOT him imploding your marriage? Because you sound like you're at your wits end with these people and he refuses to take steps. A cease and dessist letter might work, no need to even go to court. But your husband prefers to bury his head in the sand and let you be harassed. OOP: You're not wrong but there's more to the story that doesn't make anything "easy" but I'm not naive and there's a plan in place if things go south. He's trying and I'm giving him grace to change and learn but I'm not stupid and my patience isn't infinite OOP provides some context and an example of her in-laws' entitlement OOP: My in-laws didn't approve of our marriage They didn't want us to succeed They thought that without them and their "help and influence" --- we would be nothing We proved them wrong If we had anything or were successful in any capacity --- they couldn't stand it! Example We bought our first condo -- they felt entitled and wanted keys so they could come and go as they pleased. I said no! They waited till we were at work and tried getting in using a locksmith (they claimed to be the owners and look their name is on the buzzer and they hadn't had time to change their driver's license). The locksmith went to the managers office (because they often have spare keys) and because I had been in-and-out of the managers office getting approvals for our renovations --- they knew right away that they weren't the owners and called the police. Police showed up and were talking to the manager, we pulled up to see my in-laws standing next to the cop car along with another officer. They explained what happened, we reaffirmed that they had no rights to enter, they asked us if we wanted to press charges, husband said no --- but I begged the officer to scare the crap out of them and he kindly did. This is not even the worst of it! So, their logic is to constantly take everything that they can take --- so we get overrun with debt while they keep progressing and achieving. Thus proving to everyone that we were losers and they projected it. Why do they try? Because they can and think eventually they're going to be successful   Update: July 22, 2025 (eight days later) Update and gossip We are maintaining no contact (no gifts or donations of $100,000) because what they ultimately want is a reaction or contact. We refuse to fight, and we refuse to submit therefore we ignore. Our silence is a clear message that they don't hold any value in our lives and that drives them absolutely crazy. Google voice has been setup and everything else is being blocked on the landline if they don't leave a message or aren't part of our contacts Mil at this point has left a single message but we've received at least 50 calls (last time I counted) from numbers that we don't know but we suspect are MIL's flying monkeys I still don't understand why they're asking for $100,000 for dorm rent and food --- because anyway I look at it, the math ain't mathing. I spoke to my cousin (a lawyer not in my area) and gave her all the information and asked her if anything could be done? She reached out to a retired colleague who used to practice and now teaches and they basically said to continue to ignore because legally --- "not much can be done". Annoying but it is what it is 😕 Now onto the gossip 😁 My dad and uncle's are part of the church board and have been for decades. They (the board, secretary, and clergy) get together every Monday and review the week ahead, deal with issues, and approve or reject anything that needs to be dealt with. Pretty standard stuff. The in-laws attend the church but aren't really active in terms of committees, fundraising, and activities planning. MIL has volunteered ONCE at a bake sale in the 40+ years of living in the community and attending this church The church has a huge banquet room that includes a stage, bar area, and fountain --- it's used for church functions, plays, bazaars, dinner dances, parties -- and can be rented out FOR A FEE. EVERYONE pays some sort of fee. The fee has a complete breakdown of everything. There are two prices --- one for steward's (members that pay a yearly membership to the church) and one for non stewards (nonmembers or anyone else who would like to rent the space). If you're a member then you get the rentals at cost (so the church doesn't really make anything extra on the rental).If you're not a member then there's an upcharge for using the space. MIL and SIL want to rent the space because they're anticipating 200+ people for the dorm shower. They filled in a request online that requires you to input your information , steward # , information about the what the party is for, how many people, what vendors, if there will be liquor, and special requests. The board reviews it and if they have questions they make follow up calls. The secretary had MIL on speakerphone so that everyone could listen and ask questions if needed. They aren't current stewards --- last time they were stewards was when their kids were little (no judgement, just explaining). They used their steward number from decades ago and played stupid when the secretary said that they need to be current stewards in order to get the discount. They know this because they tried to pull the same crap for SILs big bridal shower (she had a total of 5) as well as the Christenings of her children The church HAS to pull a variety of permits depending on what type of party you're having, insurance, plus security, liquor permits, custodians and a few other things I'm sure I'm forgetting. There's a pre-approved list of vendors that you need to choose from if you want to serve food or liquor and they set their own prices SEPARATELY from the church. If you want to rent the space, those are the rules and have been for over 30 years If you follow the rules then it's pretty seamless and I've used them plenty of times throughout the years without ANY issues. MIL then tried to negotiate the price because they have volunteered sooooo much throughout the years (ONCE, you volunteered ONCE 🙄) Then she tries to say that they're going to bring in their own food and liquor. Church said you have to use the pre-approved vendors or you can't serve food or beverages Then MIL pivots and wants to charge a fee to enter and have a cash bar (so she can use the space and knowing her -- upcharge to make a profit). The church explains that there would be additional paperwork and fees for that paperwork. MIL doesn't like that and says to "just forget it!" Under special requests: she wanted the choir to donate a performance and at the end they wanted to do some sort of parade. My dad said that they were all just sitting there shaking their heads at the ridiculousness of MIL. The fact that the party is supposed to happen "supposedly" the first week of August --- with the address on the original invite being SILs house address. So 200+ people are going to go into a residential neighborhood with limited parking for a dorm shower 🤣 I'm sure it'll be as classy as they are Relevant Comments Commenter 1: Send them a list of all the money they 'owe' you for your kids as family. Birthdays, sick days, first pubic hair, and every party they 'didn't bother attending let alone pay for like a good family should' make sure its such a stupid amount they never ever want to speak to you again. OOP: 🤣 My oldest kids first birthday --- they "forgot". On their second birthday --- they "forgot" again and decided to go on a cruise --- they're retired and have never gone on vacation during that time because it's a HUGE cultural holiday for them Their ridiculousness and entitlement is something that was a constant source of conflict in my marriage. They seem to forget that my husband even has children Commenter 2: Very doubtful anywhere near that number of people will show up. People, most people anyway, will be hugely turned off by the obvious money grab. It's glaringly pathetic. I have to ask, you don't have to answer, buy is this in the US or is this some cultural expectation where everyone pitches in to support "family"? It's so mind blowing I'm just really curious. How does the kid feel about all this? I'd be humiliated if my family did this to me. Is she just going along with it? Can't wait for the update after the party if you find out what happened. OOP: Definitely in the USA. Everyone immigrated here starting in the mid 1900's but they held onto their culture tightly My husband and I share the same faith but we're from different cultures, speak different languages with similarities in food, culture expectations, and traditions The last time I saw the graduate was 9 years ago and she was a HORRIBLY ENTITLED child --- she was "something" and I had to watch her closely because she would actively try and hurt my kids, like flip them off a hammock onto the concrete, pushing them down the stairs, and pushing them underwater in a kid pool. Is it possible that she's changed --- sure Is it probable --- I don't think so Commenter 3: Are there other grandkids (besides yours which clearly don't count) that they have tried to pull this crap for, or is this one a "special flower"? OOP: At the time of no contact there were a total of 4. 2 are SILs and the other 2 mine I know there are more -- I'm guessing a total of 12 maybe 13 🤷 and I don't know the dynamics. We have gotten other requests in the mail but we ignored those as well -- some being shredded without even being opened OOP on the family values from her in-laws OOP: They are just.... 😕 When SIL had her second kid -- we drove OVER 4hrs through winter weather and construction to bring them gifts for the new baby (they insisted and we felt obligated because it was for the baby -- I would have preferred to wait until spring or summer) They accepted the gifts, pastries, flowers and then acted like we were intruding. I literally had the kids get undressed, use the bathroom, say hi to the baby from afar, get redressed and leave --- we stayed for 45 minutes and I'm being generous. Like why? They value the gift not the family Commenter 4: What is the niece’s part in all this? Willing participant or embarrassed? OOP: I don't know her now, as a young adult, but she was a very entitled horrible child If I had to guess --- willing participant Commenter 5: Sounds like MIL is throwing a dorm shower scam circus and expecting everyone else to foot the bill. OOP: That has been her MO for years --- SIL's Mil (so SIL husband's mom) got burned by MIL at the big bridal shower and ended covering over half the cost of 400+ guests when she only had under 20 guests MIL tried pulling the same crap at the baby shower and SIL's Mil didn't invite anyone and didn't show because she was "sick" --- she did buy a ton off the baby registry that SIL's husband brought to the shower. She just didn't want to deal with my MIL 🤡 OOP and her husband don't need to contribute to the niece's dorm shower OOP: My husband received an actual picture of the graduate and a link to some "fun fund" and then a separate invitation to the dorm shower With them it's an AND not OR We're going to contribute to them what they contributed to us --- NOTHING   Latest Update here: BoRU #2   DO NOT COMMENT IN LINKED POSTS OR MESSAGE OOPs – BoRU Rule #7 THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP submitted by /u/Choice_Evidence1983 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

Each one should have the store name, the owner or owners, and what it sells. Over halfway done! Mack Guffin's Magic Armory A weapon and magic item store, owned by Mack Guffin and Mack Junior. Mack is a Troll Forge Adept Artificer who ate a Headband of Intellect and gained its powers, while Mack Junior is a sentient Vorpal Sword. Sells the best magic items on the continent, but prices are exorbitant. Thogona's Deli Owned by Thogona Diamondheart, a Hill Dwarf Commoner. Sells meats, cheeses, and delicious sandwiches. Crescendo Music Shop Co-owned by Alluer Romano, a Bloodline of Asmodeus Tiefling Glamour Bard, Wr'equiem Spinebreaker, an Orc Valor Bard, and Leitmotif I'kannis, a Warforged Envoy Creation Bard. Sells mundane and magical instruments. The Feywild Experience A fancy restaurant, owned by Bri'ente/Bri'deinmar, a genderfluid Archfey that became extremely lost and got stuck in the material plane (Then decided he/she liked it better than the Feywild). Sells incredibly expensive magical food that gives magical buffs when eaten. Blorg's Best Alchemy and Potions An alchemy store, owned by Blorg Geneva Blarharg and Eye-Van. Blorg is a Bugbear Alchemist Artificer, and Eye-Van is a sapient Beholder eye stalk who came from an experiment gone horribly right. Sells potions, poisons, and components. Gan'tesh's Bath House This communal bathhouse is built on a natural hotspring and offers rest and relaxation to large groups. Visitors will receive strong buffs and faster healing for the following 24 hours. Gan'tesh is a loxodon druid / cleric multiclass. She is calm and friendly to all visitors but has a habbit of pushing visitors to buy her candles. The candles are a little pricey, but they are embued with potion effects. When lit, they emit the effect in a wide area for up to an hour. Mixed Bag Mixed Bag is a shop. One of the shoppiest of shops of all time! You can find sticks, gizmos, trinkets, traps, needles, broken glass, sometimes your old stuff here! It's a... hut, of some sort. A large ball of clay was rolled around until big enough, then "Banne" Stones hollowed out the inside by hand. She then set the whole thing on fire. It worked to a degree if you ignore the cracks, but inside is filled floor to ceiling with shelves hand-carved into the walls brimming with all of the shiniest and grabbiest of treasures. Jars of eyes, clockwork newts, a fish that floats around burping smoke, someone's live eyeball- anything Banne can get her hands on. Legally. Of course. You got shiny rocks and can't identify them? She can tell you what they're worth just by putting them in her mouth. Need something repaired? Banne cannot do that- but she can modify it! Don't ask how. All transactions final, no returns. Maxamillion's Packs-A-Million A goblin's traveling backpack cart run by Maxamillion the goblin who scavengers battlefields for used goods and makes specialty pack out combinations for adventurers... Hopefully serving them better than they did their previous owners. Louenthual's Masterworks Run by Louenthual Veluthion, High Elf swordsmith. Shop decor is minimalist like an Apple Store or art gallery; half a dozen magic swords sit on pedestals. Considers himself an artiste, nor a blacksmith. Each sword is lovingly handmade, unique, named, very powerful, and costs more than a small kingdom. Not that he’d sell to you anyways, you’re probably not the right match for his swords, and he bets who he lets buy his “children”. A bored sprite “works” at the desk, answering occasional correspondence for him and keeping an eye on anyone who comes in. She confides he’s not sold anything in the 2 years she’s worked for him; she spends her time writing romantic fan fiction about a well known adventuring party. Windtail An airship dealership run by Genur and Farrur, gnome artificer brothers. You know what the happiest two days are in the lives of a higher tier adventuring party? The day they buy an airship… and the day they sell an airship. Windtail doesn’t just sell airships, it sells a dream, a way of life. If they think you’ve got money, the brothers ply you with champagne and try to make you think about the day you buy an airship… standing on the bow, taking in the fresh air, flying above all your problems. Without actually lying, they avoid talking about the taxes, dock rents, maintenance costs, fuel costs, re-enchantment fees, rain, vicious wyverns, myopic horny dragons, … Until you’ve bought it. Once you’ve bought it, they’ll give you a week to enjoy it, and then do their best to get you to sell it back to them for less than half what you paid for it, so they can sell it on to the next sucker. The Sailor's Star A store located at a port or a boardwalk and ran by Half-Elven Rogue named Kariss "Bullseye" Teeves, co-owned by their pet goldfish Wise. Kariss is a former pirate who few alive know is phenomenal with a firearm, but they attribute their skill to Wise's advice, a goldfish that either Kariss has replaced over the years or suspiciously has lived for more than two decades. The store sells both mundane and enchanted fishing and sailing supplies, but also acts as a fence to those they trust and may have a few rarities and oddities they'd be more than happy to sell for a markup. Ogres and Under: Run by Thokna, an Ogre. Clothier that promises something in anyone's size. You must be this tall to ride Run by Johnny Jim Doe, a Human Noble. Popup Bar and Adult Entertainment, predjudicial against halflings, gnomes, and dwarves. Maude's Rations A discount general store run by Maude, a middle-aged human woman, or her sons Walter and Samuel. The boys have ties to the local thieves guild that they think their mother is unaware of, but Maude's a sly old bird. The store's slogan is "You can find everything in Maude's Rations!" Obsidian Outfitters A weapons shop owned by Rufus, the half orc who always dresses in a nice pinstripe suit but often with the jacket off and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and suspenders visible. Very handsome and friendly shopkeeper who is an excellent salesman. The shop is a weapons shop, focusing on bladed weaponry, where all the handles and pommel and such have decorative obsidian inlaid. The shop doesn't make the blades themselves but orders the blades and finishes the process with their own handles. Wyrmforge Armory Managed by a halfling woman named Mini who really doesn't like her job, but she probably wouldn't like any job. Always a bit exasperated when she has to do anything but a competent worker nonetheless. The shop is another weapons shop but with a draconic theme. More etched blades, draconic imagery and carvings, etc. Anita's Sweet Treats Run by a human woman, Anita, and her husband, Bill. A staple of the community for over twenty years, they sell the best cakes, tarts, cookies, and anything else sweet you could think of! Gira's Arcane Emporium Run by Gira, a very very elderly gnomish woman with white hair in a big floppy bun and glasses top large for her face that always slide down her nose. A shop that deals in some magic items of the arcane persuasion but is more of a one stop shop for components for Spellcasting. Alzar's Leather A stand more than a shop but run by a sleezy sort of human man named Alzar who sells a number of exotic leathers, anything from alligator to wolf to camel. Annit's Alchemy An alchemist shop run by Annit, an elderly halfling woman who is actually an elderly goblin woman with a magical disguise! She makes strange concoctions and even learned how to make potent healing salves. They take longer than a potion to work but they're much cheaper! Restore: Body Works? A strangely named masseuse and day spa owned by a halfelf "reformed" necromancer named Malazan. Business is alright, although one need to get past the heavy breathing, clammy hands, and Malazan's tendency to halt mid sentence, stare into space for a bit, and then turn that sentence into a question with a gasping, upwards inflection. Rodpart's Cursed Items A trapdoor that is attached to a permanent rope trick dimension pulled by a floating glowing demilich skull that lost a game of chance which holds Rodpart's shop. Clean and clear. Rodpart, a warforged envoy who is under contract with the room, sells cursed items for a fair market price depending on the boon and bust of the item. Rodpart knows all languages, sees all in his room, and knows the more important secrets of the party members. It (Rodpart's preferred pronoun) warns the player not to kill or hurt it lest the curse imparts on them. The Demilich always moves away from towns but rumors in taverns and meeting places always speak of seeing a glowing skull near place no one wants to go. Ratatoskr's Envoy and Mail Service A clothes-wearing, talking, halfling sized, intelligent squirrel, who most swear is a unknown trickster god or a race all to himself as he has been spotted with himself and tricking even the most invested private investigators into silly little wild goose chases, has set up shop in various trees in the realm marked with a rune of squirrel and light music playing near the tree. The mail service is a copper a letter, 5 coppers for a small package, and 1 silver for larger packages up to great maul. Negotiable anything bigger, delivered the same. The Envoy service is a gold piece but, Ratatoskr lets anyone who is anyone in an area know about your party and their deeds and for a gold piece more, put a positive spin on them which is complete correct technically. Repeat envoy service will double the price. The Gilded Cracks Shop It is a shop ran by a rearmed, relegged quadriplegic goliath artificer by the name of Dur-Vek Ironhand Kouriar which specializes in prosthetic limbs and mechanical augmentations. The main sales area is cluttered but organized mess with various limbs and add-ons ready for use, but, the main workshop is a clean mess where Dur-Vek works, builds, cooks, and sleeps. Commission work is accepted and he loves a good challenge. Specialty masks and limbs are a common job for him. Discount for anyone who finds themselves in a hard spot down to only covering the cost of the materials, but, he is known to make exceptions for that too if the story of how the limb was lost is good enough to move him. Môr ho A Cala o (from Darkness and of Light) A never closing, mixed stock general store ran by a couple. Mor, a male battle hardened drow who is bubbly, chatty and kind, and Cala, a female high elf who is reserved and polite in a backhanded unless you play with the same level of sass and class. At Dusk and Dawn, both meet, kiss, and say a bit of poetry or sweet nothings as the other takes their shift. On holidays or major festival days, temporary workers are hired to fill the gaps. The prices are fairer at night and is where restocking happens but, discounts do happen during the day with slightly raised prices where the most the profits happen. Their Children, Uial and Moth, usually play in the area and place advertisements and coupons for the store. We Lease Krakens A pet store of enormous size, miraculously crammed into a demiplane connected to a quaint storefront on an out of the way side street. The proprietor, who goes by the name: "MAXIMUS, LORD OF BEASTS", followed by magical foley and soundeffects of lightning strikes, trumpets, and monster roars (you will be corrected by the magical curse of the store; Will Save DC18, if you do not get the volume, delivery, and intonation just right); is actually named "Morton", and is suffering a sort of curse. They can't leave, nor can they die until every beast within has found a good home; they begrudgingly accept thier role, except when new creatures appear in the shops inventory, then they suffer a bout of exisistential angst and mope for a few weeks. So You Think You Can Dan's: Ran by Dan "Daemon" Deluca, (they claim to be a tiefling, but seem disguised to appear as pushy, opinionated, and loudmouth human). Dan runs a sort of entertainment venue, where you are the entertainment. For what it is, just about every mover and shaker in the whos who, the how's that?, and the hoosegow are here. You pay a fee, and then perform for the audience. If the trick is "good" enough, or entertaining enough, determined by an obtuse and totally biased judging panel (who will totally insult you so bad it leaves third degree burns and make the audience laugh while doing it), you get a cut of the night's take at the door based on the judges' scores. If you suck, you lose your deposit, unless you want to "double down" and try your luck again. Some nights are themed, and if it's your first night here, you have to "Dan's", or "pay the penalty". Oh, and the most important rule is that you should proseletize and market Dan's as much as possible; do a good enough job, and you might get a sponsorship deal from the numerous "family affiliates" who attend the club regularly. Bat's Belfry "Bat" Baldor is an ogre who was born the runt of the litter. After growing to an embarrassingly short 6 feet tall, she was ostracized from her tribe, but she was taken in by a kindly group of monks who run a small temple in a small village on the road to nowhere. The temple has a bell tower where the monks allowed Bat to make his home. Bat now runs a business selling bells of various sizes, cowbells to liberty bells, that she displays and sells from her belfry. There are rumors that the monks have bestowed blessings and curses on these bells, which are said to be imbued with wondrous, magical properties. These rumors might be heard on the road from pilgrims who travel to the belfry to buy and ring bells that bestow healing and blessings, and from righteous warriors who travel to the belfry to buy war bells to ring in the midst of battle to curse their enemies. When the monks are asked where Bat might be found, they always reply, "Oh, Bat's in the Belfry!" Windy's Windmill Parts and Supply Windy is a cute, middle-aged gnome tinkerer who designs, fashions and sells windmill construction blueprints, mechanism kits, and replacement parts. You got a windy location? You can build a windmill to grind grain, saw wood, or pump water from an underground aquifer, drain a swamp, or irrigate your fields. As Windy's advertising posters point out on the village notice board: "Add a windmill to your stronghold for a sustainable energy solution!" Gump's Shrimp Shack "Bubba" Gump is an old, retired, battle-scarred veteran with a peg leg who sells shrimp from a broken-down shack at the far end of the town docks. He catches shrimp from his small, even more broken-down, sail-powered trawler that's always on the verge of sinking. He loves to trade tall tales with visitors from afar as he sits on an upended old crate in his shack, bagging up delicious fresh shrimp in burlap sacks for sale in the town market. He laughs often, his smile revealing more than a few golden teeth. It's rumored that he has a hidden treasure, buried on one of the small sandy islands that dot the coast, but he lives like a beggar, always dressed in fishy smelling rags. Some say he waits for a young apprentice, a squire, worthy of a sword master's martial knowledge . . . and his treasure. Hannah Montana's Arcana Cabana - A small shop that mostly deals in common and/or single use items, all stored securely and heavily warded in the back room. Select rare magical items might also be available, but only for preferred customers whom the proprieter feels can be trusted. The interior of the shop is a simple counter with a folio of available items, and no more than one person is allowed in at a time for security reasons. The proprieter, Ms Montana, is a 40 year old human woman, although she disguises herself as younger women of various races and pretends to be her own employees (of which she actually has none). Hannah was awarded the shop, formerly known as Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, from her ex husband as part of a messy divorce. The Pink Pony Club So named for the mounted head of a pink pony which adorns the lavish interior, this exclusive, members only club is the place where the wealthiest, most influential community members meet. The current head of the organization is Rex Mulholland, a landlord whose family owns much of the property in town. Head of security is Dragg Ryeland, a former adventurer half-orc who took the job to provide stability for his family. Dragg cares little for politics, but takes his job seriously and is generously compensated for his discression. Bloodbath and Beyond A chain of overpriced and lower-quality adventurer supply superstores. Hated by mom-and-pop adventurer related stores. No one ever remembers one being built or moving in but when they do the locals are driven out by obscene undercuts and the ever popular but never discussed 'Beyond' section. Tench's Trench No matter where you are or what you're doing the shady, shadowy Trench is there to sell you 'summat like new guv, fell off the back of a cart this mornin' guv' from the stygian depths of his trenchcoat. Dirty's Ditch Diggers Mr. Dirty Dugger runs a labor contracting business, hiring the down-n-out, organizing them into work crews supervised by retired adventurers, supplying them with picks, shovels and carts, and contracting them to local nobles and business folks to dig drainage ditches along roads, transportation canals between neighboring towns, and latrines for the army in times of war. You can always find a job working for Dirty. [Rumor: Dirty makes corpses "disappear" for the local gang/cult/faction. Rumor: Dirty's crews sometimes unearth mysterious "artifacts".] The Carp Cart Always on the move due to pesky local ordinances and several failed health inspections, The Carp Cart can be found in alleys near--but not technically in--the local market square. Run by a former lawman known as Rooster, The Cart offers rock-bottom prices for whatever fresh-water delicacies Rooster reeled in that day. Want fish but don't want to empty your coin purse? Just follow your nose to Rooster's Carp Cart! Dargan Murkstone's Arms and Armor A no thrills no gloss weapon and armor shop ran by a no thrills no gloss Duergar by the name of Dargan Murkstone. The armors and weapons are high quality and have an equally high price to match. The place is steeped in quiet and reserved pride. Dargan does not care for who he sells to, only that they do not disturbed the atmosphere. The sign on the door says the rules. Be quiet. Be courteous. Be well mannered. Be direct. Be respectful. Right to deny service is enforced. A written contract that is enforced upon entry can be request from owner or workers. Arcan's Academically Articulatent Arcane Access Accounts Arcan is an unpredictable person who believes themselves a wizard or sorceress or arcane aficionado who specializes in components and spell records, hiding their form and face behind . Their store glows and flows with arcane energy as scripts, scrolls, and books float around every inch of the place. If one is slightly attuned to arcane energy, the raw level of magical energy in the shop would give one a headache. At last, Arcan had a dire shame they hide from the world. Arcan does not understand magic and technically is not 'a' person but a collection of entities masquerading as a person despite being made mostly of arcane energy with tones of divine and eldritch. Nugget's Big Ol' Pile of Nuggets Nuggets is a simple goblin. She likes nuggets. Iron nuggets, Stone nuggets, Gold nuggets, Chicken nuggets, Beef nuggets, Tofu nuggets, any nugget you can think of there is probably at least one of those nuggets in Nugget's nugget pile. For 100 gold, you have 5 minutes to collect whatever nuggets you want. But, the catch is that nuggets keep coming in and out of the nugget via a portal system which looks like a water fall of nuggets, a Nugget Fall. The nugget fall may crush you if you are not careful but Nugget don't care. Nugget knows more will come for nuggets. Nugget will not run out of nuggets as 100 gold buys a lot of nuggets. Skilled Labor A strange man in a small shack offers to take on any job. He proclaims himself a very skilled Laborer. No matter what job is needed he always finishes it in miraculous time and fashion. If you need a house built, tomorrow you have a completed castle (with staff!). The catch? The laborer is a powerful genie (or god or other wish granting being) though he will never admit to it. One job per customer and for your safety don't complain about his work. Yew Niquorn's "Born to Horn! Emporium" A former bard, they sell horns, brass wind instruments, including magical devices, and begrudgingly cornucopias during one of the holiday seasons. They go absolutely wild for musicians looking to purchase or sell, are fearful of clowns, and loathe mimery. The claim to not be a unicorn in disguise, despite their name, and be ever so kind as to ignore the one small curly horn-spike in their forehead, please, thank you. Lady Wrath's "The Ruffled Ruffian" A former Lady-Knight reknowned for her Berserker-Sword fighting style; but found over the years that fine-clothes could be as good as a sword in the court. She now sells Courtly Dress and Fine Clothes, to anyone with the coin and desiring nice things; sumptuary laws be damned, the positively archaic class-warfare laws that those in power occasionally attempt to enforce. She has developed an eye for fashion, but claims her fingers were never nimble enough to actually do any stitching, and so pays well above market rates and employs as many as she can as an act of community outreach. Mx. Anne Keree's Royally Patented "Catch and Carry" This third generation shop sells artificed and runeworked furniture, traps, storage, luggage, and transportation systems. Anne inherited this sprawling operation from her Grandparents (Sir Ketch Keree, and Wife Kerry), and Parents (Cash Keree Esq. and Wife Portia) employing no less than two artificers, a runesmith, two leatherworkers, three cabinet, chestmaker and carpenters, married wheel and wagon wrights, a blacksmith, clockmaker, brightsmith, and a bevy of apprentices. If you need an animated luggage, a chest of holding, a clockwork carriage, or simply a well appointed divan with concealed storage, Mx. Anne is who to speak to. Vines, Wines, and Wands Viscount Vincent Virago, the proprietor, was a magical wunderkind at one of the premier magic academies, and after graduating with honors was immediately offered a professorship, and even went on to becoming the academy's youngest tenured professor until suceeding to the title he currently holds forced him to take on a long-term hiatus to oversee his lands. This store is merely a recreation for him, and a creative outlet for his Horticultural, Magical passions. Virago's wines have always been prized, but with Vincent's skills the wines have been even more promising. One marketing gimmick is to offer a planted cutting of the same vines as the wine, magically enchanted to maintain the same growing conditions as the vineyard. If you are willing to listen to Vincent's original poetry, and able to shell out a pretty large pile of gold, or happen to be an academy student apprenticing with the professor, you may be able to get your hands on potent "plant-based" wands wrought from the same vines that he tends, or scrolls scribed by him featuring the same original lyrics (as well as potent "Virago Original" spells). Harms and Harmers Darkwon Plaguerock is a literal dark reflection of a nearby store and owner, down to matching outfits in a different color scheme, and the smoking holes of chilling darkness where thier eyes and mouth would be. Instead of weapons and armor, they buy and sell only curses and cursed gear, and if you pay 1d6 years of your life, they'll break curses or cursed items that have attached to one's soul, provided they also get to keep the curse or cursed item afterwards as well. They seem to have a feud with the other store owner, even if the other one won't acknowledge it. Stans Scribblers Every adventurer needs chalk, every wizard needs pens and ink. Stan Serif (8th in a long line of the Serif clan) sells regular and magical chalks, inks, and magical inks, wax and magical waxes, bulk foolscap and the finest of parchments made from the skin of angels. Do you need chalk that only you can see? Do you need ink that is only visible in the presence of a dragon? Do you need wax made from hundred-winged celestial honeybees? Stan's got it, somehow; doesn't even know he's got it, sometimes, or how he acquired it, even. Dye Hard An ex-guardsman (Hard Mohnson) retired after taking an arrow to the knee, and opened a shop that sells fabric dyes. Every year he purchases enough cloth for every child at the local orphanarium to have a new outfit, each one died in a crazy color tie-die. The charity is having a deleterious effect on Hard's finances, and it seems likely that his shop and crazy colorful dream will soon come to an end. Thïv's Tools Thïv knows these things to be true. Thïv is a cat-person by species, with pet cats. Thïv is no Thief, and a burglar is a thief; therefore Thïv is not a cat-burglar for posessing burglar's tools. Thïv is an Artificer, Clockworkmaker, and Locksmith. Thïv's Tools is where Thïv's Tools, created by Thïv, are to be sold to persons who are not Thïv, in exchange for gold that is not Thïv's until the time of purchase. Thïv knows that Gold is a fungible medium of economic exchange. Thïv's gold was not gained by way of burglary, but by way of artifice that does not involve burglary. That an alleged burglar obtained tools that they allegedly used to commit a burglary that allegedly did or did not bear Thïv's maker's mark does not make Thïv an alleged accessory to any alleged burglary... Two-Humps' Camel Depots Malvar "Two-Humps" Desrahshi is a man of vision. It was clear to all that passing through The Impassible Desert would cut the travel time between two large trading towns by half, yet one needed camels to accomplish such a logistical feat, and though the beasts could make the journey on one bellyful of water, water was required on both ends of the trek. And so it came to pass that, on one fateful day, Malvar bought two Bactrian camels, male and female, and from these progenitors bred a herd of desert-crossing quadrupeds. As the herd grew, Malvar bought two hills, one on each side of the desert, and upon each hill erected a stronghold of sandstone, and within each stronghold dug a well, a well deep and true, to tap the artesian waters that lay beneath. And that is how Malvar became the camel-renting monopolist of The Impassible Desert. Each stronghold provides weary travelers with food, water, shade, camels and relative safety from caravan-raiding bandits. Malvar's two hills became known as the "Two Humps" of the desert, mirroring the saddle-hugging humps on the back of each beast. And Malvar himself eventually became known as "Two Humps," a moniker of admiration, adopted by the caravan captains made rich by Malvar's vision. PegLeg's Pirate Prosthetics Keelhaul "PegLeg" Arrowfodder was a fierce pirate captain who drank heavily, swore often, and took no prisoners. One fateful day, while swinging on a boarding rope from his flagship, The Rusty Cutlass, toward a hapless merchant galleon, his leg was snagged by the rigging and torn completely from its moorings. Using the bloody stump to parry cutlass thrusts, an idea was born. Keelhaul quit the bounding main for the more lucrative career of pirate prosthetics--wooden legs, wooden arms and hands, hooks for the odd missing hand or finger, the possibilities were endless, and the clientele was large and growing larger. Keelhaul specialized in custom limbs and digits, a hidden compartment here, a pop-out dagger there, a thigh that doubled as a cask, hooks designed to parry or grapple, a wooden finger that served as a vial for poison, he had found his true calling. Soon pirates came from near and far to peruse the options. Demand increased, prices rose, the coin rolled in. Keelhaul built a little cottage factory, introduced buying on the installment plan, and then, layaway. Pirates of all factions made a solemn pact to preserve and defend "PegLeg's" little factory from all raiders, including themselves. Nary a tavern can now be found where two salty veterans aren't comparing their PegLeg parts, flashing the old script trademark hot-branded deep into the stained mahogany, sanded smooth and varnished. "Visit ol' PegLeg," they say. "He'll fix you up. Good as new!" Betty Bing's Bam and Boom Bonanza! Betty Bing is a real pistol; a firecracker with dynamite personality, an explosive temper, looks that could kill, and a set of guns that can put an eye out at a hundred yards. Betty Bing sells mining explosives and arcane powders! Betty Bing believes the only problem that can't be solved with more explosives is the problem you have when you forgot to bring enough explosives. Betty Bing speaks in the Third Person. Betty Bing prefers statements over questions. Betty Bing still has both eyes and all her fingers and toes. Were-U-At?: Lycanthrope Counciling and Support Center Rex "Fido" Fidelius openly lets his werewolf tail wag, and offers an understanding ear and furry shoulder to lean on. The Livanetica Institute for the Study and Understanding of Orgone Energy Elrond Cupboard is a serene looking halfelf who "is just here to help". Offering to teach customers spiritual techniques and sell special "Obsidian Communion Mirrors" which channel the "Orgonic Flux". He's hired a bunch of aesthetically pleasing assistants to go out and "spread the word" and bring in more customers. Caramel Sue-tra Suebella Xhoco is a succubus, not that it's common knowledge. She doesn't use her powers against mortals, anyway, or if she does, none are alive to prove otherwise. She runs a romance themed candy store, selling candies, sweetmeats, and confections that she makes herself, and is quite the artist, pouring her skills into refining her talents and products to peak perfection. Her products aren't cheap, but they're classy, and delicious, and she makes a decent profit selling to the decadent wealthy. Go Dentist Dendon "Dan" Tendonflosser is "uh schmot troll whut noses a few finks about teef since I'ze a Demtisht om my ewn and been smashin dem teef since a wee shite and eyem a roff and toff howdyadew, and wut smashin dem armor does iz dentin' and I'ze said to meself they'z GOLTTTT to be hadz there iz!" Dan accepts payment in teeth or gold or diamonds or gold teeth or gold teeth encrusted with diamonds, he has a bit of a thing about implanting them into his own mouth, which he has.. expanded via orthodontics thanks to his regenerative abilities. Dan uses his skills to smash the dents out of armor, as a cheaper alternative to paying an armor smith for repairs. The din outside has driven away a number of other store-owners, and he is always a touch cranky after he installs new "teef"; which he occasionally uses (along with prodigious strength) to straighten armor. If you're tough enough, and he isn't in a bad mood, he reckons you might be able to get tooth work done yourself, if you pay for it. "Paneless" Glazing Repair and Second Story Work Penny Peablossom is a Second Story Girl, secretly in the Roof-Runners Society, running a thinly veiled window repair company "fixing" windows that she may or may not have paid local urchins to break first. If you pay her extra, she'll steal anything, if she's had a look at the place first. She has a few tricks up her sleeve for dealing with just about any non-magical trap, and can also handle some small-scale magical traps if you're able to front her some operating funds. The only way you'll get her to admit to her "side-gig" is to be a fellow member of the Roof-Runners that she recognizes. "SECRETS YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO KNOW" Owen is an Overly Edgy Occultist and Object Reader that gathers and trades in obscure Arcana, but it's the sort of Arcana collection that (to the common folk nearby) most think is pretty much just: "On the 12th Night the Great Wizard Farticus ate Lentils and Navy Beans while bathing in a tub of bacon grease" or whatver the Wizarding Spellbook equivalent of Nudie Magazines is. If you can trade something good, though, you might get led down into the secret library catacombs beneath his shop... apparently the previous owner was a wizard of some reknown who went a bit crazy before they died, hid everything, and now Owen gets to poke and prod at the Arcane Equivalent of Cursed Nuclear Waste. So Cool. Pippa's Puppets, Poppets, and Effigies Ms. Pippa Poppetcaller is a gnome with a thing for manners, tea parties, fancy dresses, pointy boots, and elaborately coifed ultra-long hair. Her hair is magically enchanted and works as a set of legs, arms, hands, and tentacles... she hardly ever walks on her own two feet... they would ruin her boots, and her magic combs help keep the hair clean, and self-styling, thank you. The dolls and toys she makes aren't all creepy, but some definitely are. There is a rumor that she is actually a hag or some sort of witch. But no one knows anyone directly with any actual evidence of such. 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Each one should have the store name, the owner or owners, and what it sells. Halfway done! Mack Guffin's Magic Armory A weapon and magic item store, owned by Mack Guffin and Mack Junior. Mack is a Troll Forge Adept Artificer who ate a Headband of Intellect and gained its powers, while Mack Junior is a sentient Vorpal Sword. Sells the best magic items on the continent, but prices are exorbitant. Thogona's Deli Owned by Thogona Diamondheart, a Hill Dwarf Commoner. Sells meats, cheeses, and delicious sandwiches. Crescendo Music Shop Co-owned by Alluer Romano, a Bloodline of Asmodeus Tiefling Glamour Bard, Wr'equiem Spinebreaker, an Orc Valor Bard, and Leitmotif I'kannis, a Warforged Envoy Creation Bard. Sells mundane and magical instruments. The Feywild Experience A fancy restaurant, owned by Bri'ente/Bri'deinmar, a genderfluid Archfey that became extremely lost and got stuck in the material plane (Then decided he/she liked it better than the Feywild). Sells incredibly expensive magical food that gives magical buffs when eaten. Blorg's Best Alchemy and Potions An alchemy store, owned by Blorg Geneva Blarharg and Eye-Van. Blorg is a Bugbear Alchemist Artificer, and Eye-Van is a sapient Beholder eye stalk who came from an experiment gone horribly right. Sells potions, poisons, and components. Gan'tesh's Bath House This communal bathhouse is built on a natural hotspring and offers rest and relaxation to large groups. Visitors will receive strong buffs and faster healing for the following 24 hours. Gan'tesh is a loxodon druid / cleric multiclass. She is calm and friendly to all visitors but has a habbit of pushing visitors to buy her candles. The candles are a little pricey, but they are embued with potion effects. When lit, they emit the effect in a wide area for up to an hour. Mixed Bag Mixed Bag is a shop. One of the shoppiest of shops of all time! You can find sticks, gizmos, trinkets, traps, needles, broken glass, sometimes your old stuff here! It's a... hut, of some sort. A large ball of clay was rolled around until big enough, then "Banne" Stones hollowed out the inside by hand. She then set the whole thing on fire. It worked to a degree if you ignore the cracks, but inside is filled floor to ceiling with shelves hand-carved into the walls brimming with all of the shiniest and grabbiest of treasures. Jars of eyes, clockwork newts, a fish that floats around burping smoke, someone's live eyeball- anything Banne can get her hands on. Legally. Of course. You got shiny rocks and can't identify them? She can tell you what they're worth just by putting them in her mouth. Need something repaired? Banne cannot do that- but she can modify it! Don't ask how. All transactions final, no returns. Maxamillion's Packs-A-Million A goblin's traveling backpack cart run by Maxamillion the goblin who scavengers battlefields for used goods and makes specialty pack out combinations for adventurers... Hopefully serving them better than they did their previous owners. Louenthual's Masterworks Run by Louenthual Veluthion, High Elf swordsmith. Shop decor is minimalist like an Apple Store or art gallery; half a dozen magic swords sit on pedestals. Considers himself an artiste, nor a blacksmith. Each sword is lovingly handmade, unique, named, very powerful, and costs more than a small kingdom. Not that he’d sell to you anyways, you’re probably not the right match for his swords, and he bets who he lets buy his “children”. A bored sprite “works” at the desk, answering occasional correspondence for him and keeping an eye on anyone who comes in. She confides he’s not sold anything in the 2 years she’s worked for him; she spends her time writing romantic fan fiction about a well known adventuring party. Windtail An airship dealership run by Genur and Farrur, gnome artificer brothers. You know what the happiest two days are in the lives of a higher tier adventuring party? The day they buy an airship… and the day they sell an airship. Windtail doesn’t just sell airships, it sells a dream, a way of life. If they think you’ve got money, the brothers ply you with champagne and try to make you think about the day you buy an airship… standing on the bow, taking in the fresh air, flying above all your problems. Without actually lying, they avoid talking about the taxes, dock rents, maintenance costs, fuel costs, re-enchantment fees, rain, vicious wyverns, myopic horny dragons, … Until you’ve bought it. Once you’ve bought it, they’ll give you a week to enjoy it, and then do their best to get you to sell it back to them for less than half what you paid for it, so they can sell it on to the next sucker. The Sailor's Star A store located at a port or a boardwalk and ran by Half-Elven Rogue named Kariss "Bullseye" Teeves, co-owned by their pet goldfish Wise. Kariss is a former pirate who few alive know is phenomenal with a firearm, but they attribute their skill to Wise's advice, a goldfish that either Kariss has replaced over the years or suspiciously has lived for more than two decades. The store sells both mundane and enchanted fishing and sailing supplies, but also acts as a fence to those they trust and may have a few rarities and oddities they'd be more than happy to sell for a markup. Ogres and Under: Run by Thokna, an Ogre. Clothier that promises something in anyone's size. You must be this tall to ride Run by Johnny Jim Doe, a Human Noble. Popup Bar and Adult Entertainment, predjudicial against halflings, gnomes, and dwarves. Maude's Rations A discount general store run by Maude, a middle-aged human woman, or her sons Walter and Samuel. The boys have ties to the local thieves guild that they think their mother is unaware of, but Maude's a sly old bird. The store's slogan is "You can find everything in Maude's Rations!" Obsidian Outfitters A weapons shop owned by Rufus, the half orc who always dresses in a nice pinstripe suit but often with the jacket off and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and suspenders visible. Very handsome and friendly shopkeeper who is an excellent salesman. The shop is a weapons shop, focusing on bladed weaponry, where all the handles and pommel and such have decorative obsidian inlaid. The shop doesn't make the blades themselves but orders the blades and finishes the process with their own handles. Wyrmforge Armory Managed by a halfling woman named Mini who really doesn't like her job, but she probably wouldn't like any job. Always a bit exasperated when she has to do anything but a competent worker nonetheless. The shop is another weapons shop but with a draconic theme. More etched blades, draconic imagery and carvings, etc. Anita's Sweet Treats Run by a human woman, Anita, and her husband, Bill. A staple of the community for over twenty years, they sell the best cakes, tarts, cookies, and anything else sweet you could think of! Gira's Arcane Emporium Run by Gira, a very very elderly gnomish woman with white hair in a big floppy bun and glasses top large for her face that always slide down her nose. A shop that deals in some magic items of the arcane persuasion but is more of a one stop shop for components for Spellcasting. Alzar's Leather A stand more than a shop but run by a sleezy sort of human man named Alzar who sells a number of exotic leathers, anything from alligator to wolf to camel. Annit's Alchemy An alchemist shop run by Annit, an elderly halfling woman who is actually an elderly goblin woman with a magical disguise! She makes strange concoctions and even learned how to make potent healing salves. They take longer than a potion to work but they're much cheaper! Restore: Body Works? A strangely named masseuse and day spa owned by a halfelf "reformed" necromancer named Malazan. Business is alright, although one need to get past the heavy breathing, clammy hands, and Malazan's tendency to halt mid sentence, stare into space for a bit, and then turn that sentence into a question with a gasping, upwards inflection. Rodpart's Cursed Items A trapdoor that is attached to a permanent rope trick dimension pulled by a floating glowing demilich skull that lost a game of chance which holds Rodpart's shop. Clean and clear. Rodpart, a warforged envoy who is under contract with the room, sells cursed items for a fair market price depending on the boon and bust of the item. Rodpart knows all languages, sees all in his room, and knows the more important secrets of the party members. It (Rodpart's preferred pronoun) warns the player not to kill or hurt it lest the curse imparts on them. The Demilich always moves away from towns but rumors in taverns and meeting places always speak of seeing a glowing skull near place no one wants to go. Ratatoskr's Envoy and Mail Service A clothes-wearing, talking, halfling sized, intelligent squirrel, who most swear is a unknown trickster god or a race all to himself as he has been spotted with himself and tricking even the most invested private investigators into silly little wild goose chases, has set up shop in various trees in the realm marked with a rune of squirrel and light music playing near the tree. The mail service is a copper a letter, 5 coppers for a small package, and 1 silver for larger packages up to great maul. Negotiable anything bigger, delivered the same. The Envoy service is a gold piece but, Ratatoskr lets anyone who is anyone in an area know about your party and their deeds and for a gold piece more, put a positive spin on them which is complete correct technically. Repeat envoy service will double the price. The Gilded Cracks Shop It is a shop ran by a rearmed, relegged quadriplegic goliath artificer by the name of Dur-Vek Ironhand Kouriar which specializes in prosthetic limbs and mechanical augmentations. The main sales area is cluttered but organized mess with various limbs and add-ons ready for use, but, the main workshop is a clean mess where Dur-Vek works, builds, cooks, and sleeps. Commission work is accepted and he loves a good challenge. Specialty masks and limbs are a common job for him. Discount for anyone who finds themselves in a hard spot down to only covering the cost of the materials, but, he is known to make exceptions for that too if the story of how the limb was lost is good enough to move him. Môr ho A Cala o (from Darkness and of Light) A never closing, mixed stock general store ran by a couple. Mor, a male battle hardened drow who is bubbly, chatty and kind, and Cala, a female high elf who is reserved and polite in a backhanded unless you play with the same level of sass and class. At Dusk and Dawn, both meet, kiss, and say a bit of poetry or sweet nothings as the other takes their shift. On holidays or major festival days, temporary workers are hired to fill the gaps. The prices are fairer at night and is where restocking happens but, discounts do happen during the day with slightly raised prices where the most the profits happen. Their Children, Uial and Moth, usually play in the area and place advertisements and coupons for the store. We Lease Krakens A pet store of enormous size, miraculously crammed into a demiplane connected to a quaint storefront on an out of the way side street. The proprietor, who goes by the name: "MAXIMUS, LORD OF BEASTS", followed by magical foley and soundeffects of lightning strikes, trumpets, and monster roars (you will be corrected by the magical curse of the store; Will Save DC18, if you do not get the volume, delivery, and intonation just right); is actually named "Morton", and is suffering a sort of curse. They can't leave, nor can they die until every beast within has found a good home; they begrudgingly accept thier role, except when new creatures appear in the shops inventory, then they suffer a bout of exisistential angst and mope for a few weeks. So You Think You Can Dan's: Ran by Dan "Daemon" Deluca, (they claim to be a tiefling, but seem disguised to appear as pushy, opinionated, and loudmouth human). Dan runs a sort of entertainment venue, where you are the entertainment. For what it is, just about every mover and shaker in the whos who, the how's that?, and the hoosegow are here. You pay a fee, and then perform for the audience. If the trick is "good" enough, or entertaining enough, determined by an obtuse and totally biased judging panel (who will totally insult you so bad it leaves third degree burns and make the audience laugh while doing it), you get a cut of the night's take at the door based on the judges' scores. If you suck, you lose your deposit, unless you want to "double down" and try your luck again. Some nights are themed, and if it's your first night here, you have to "Dan's", or "pay the penalty". Oh, and the most important rule is that you should proseletize and market Dan's as much as possible; do a good enough job, and you might get a sponsorship deal from the numerous "family affiliates" who attend the club regularly. Bat's Belfry "Bat" Baldor is an ogre who was born the runt of the litter. After growing to an embarrassingly short 6 feet tall, she was ostracized from her tribe, but she was taken in by a kindly group of monks who run a small temple in a small village on the road to nowhere. The temple has a bell tower where the monks allowed Bat to make his home. Bat now runs a business selling bells of various sizes, cowbells to liberty bells, that she displays and sells from her belfry. There are rumors that the monks have bestowed blessings and curses on these bells, which are said to be imbued with wondrous, magical properties. These rumors might be heard on the road from pilgrims who travel to the belfry to buy and ring bells that bestow healing and blessings, and from righteous warriors who travel to the belfry to buy war bells to ring in the midst of battle to curse their enemies. When the monks are asked where Bat might be found, they always reply, "Oh, Bat's in the Belfry!" Windy's Windmill Parts and Supply Windy is a cute, middle-aged gnome tinkerer who designs, fashions and sells windmill construction blueprints, mechanism kits, and replacement parts. You got a windy location? You can build a windmill to grind grain, saw wood, or pump water from an underground aquifer, drain a swamp, or irrigate your fields. As Windy's advertising posters point out on the village notice board: "Add a windmill to your stronghold for a sustainable energy solution!" Gump's Shrimp Shack "Bubba" Gump is an old, retired, battle-scarred veteran with a peg leg who sells shrimp from a broken-down shack at the far end of the town docks. He catches shrimp from his small, even more broken-down, sail-powered trawler that's always on the verge of sinking. He loves to trade tall tales with visitors from afar as he sits on an upended old crate in his shack, bagging up delicious fresh shrimp in burlap sacks for sale in the town market. He laughs often, his smile revealing more than a few golden teeth. It's rumored that he has a hidden treasure, buried on one of the small sandy islands that dot the coast, but he lives like a beggar, always dressed in fishy smelling rags. Some say he waits for a young apprentice, a squire, worthy of a sword master's martial knowledge . . . and his treasure. Hannah Montana's Arcana Cabana - A small shop that mostly deals in common and/or single use items, all stored securely and heavily warded in the back room. Select rare magical items might also be available, but only for preferred customers whom the proprieter feels can be trusted. The interior of the shop is a simple counter with a folio of available items, and no more than one person is allowed in at a time for security reasons. The proprieter, Ms Montana, is a 40 year old human woman, although she disguises herself as younger women of various races and pretends to be her own employees (of which she actually has none). Hannah was awarded the shop, formerly known as Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, from her ex husband as part of a messy divorce. The Pink Pony Club So named for the mounted head of a pink pony which adorns the lavish interior, this exclusive, members only club is the place where the wealthiest, most influential community members meet. The current head of the organization is Rex Mulholland, a landlord whose family owns much of the property in town. Head of security is Dragg Ryeland, a former adventurer half-orc who took the job to provide stability for his family. Dragg cares little for politics, but takes his job seriously and is generously compensated for his discression. Bloodbath and Beyond A chain of overpriced and lower-quality adventurer supply superstores. Hated by mom-and-pop adventurer related stores. No one ever remembers one being built or moving in but when they do the locals are driven out by obscene undercuts and the ever popular but never discussed 'Beyond' section. Tench's Trench No matter where you are or what you're doing the shady, shadowy Trench is there to sell you 'summat like new guv, fell off the back of a cart this mornin' guv' from the stygian depths of his trenchcoat. Dirty's Ditch Diggers Mr. Dirty Dugger runs a labor contracting business, hiring the down-n-out, organizing them into work crews supervised by retired adventurers, supplying them with picks, shovels and carts, and contracting them to local nobles and business folks to dig drainage ditches along roads, transportation canals between neighboring towns, and latrines for the army in times of war. You can always find a job working for Dirty. [Rumor: Dirty makes corpses "disappear" for the local gang/cult/faction. Rumor: Dirty's crews sometimes unearth mysterious "artifacts".] The Carp Cart Always on the move due to pesky local ordinances and several failed health inspections, The Carp Cart can be found in alleys near--but not technically in--the local market square. Run by a former lawman known as Rooster, The Cart offers rock-bottom prices for whatever fresh-water delicacies Rooster reeled in that day. Want fish but don't want to empty your coin purse? Just follow your nose to Rooster's Carp Cart! Dargan Murkstone's Arms and Armor A no thrills no gloss weapon and armor shop ran by a no thrills no gloss Duergar by the name of Dargan Murkstone. The armors and weapons are high quality and have an equally high price to match. The place is steeped in quiet and reserved pride. Dargan does not care for who he sells to, only that they do not disturbed the atmosphere. The sign on the door says the rules. Be quiet. Be courteous. Be well mannered. Be direct. Be respectful. Right to deny service is enforced. A written contract that is enforced upon entry can be request from owner or workers. Arcan's Academically Articulatent Arcane Access Accounts Arcan is an unpredictable person who believes themselves a wizard or sorceress or arcane aficionado who specializes in components and spell records, hiding their form and face behind . Their store glows and flows with arcane energy as scripts, scrolls, and books float around every inch of the place. If one is slightly attuned to arcane energy, the raw level of magical energy in the shop would give one a headache. At last, Arcan had a dire shame they hide from the world. Arcan does not understand magic and technically is not 'a' person but a collection of entities masquerading as a person despite being made mostly of arcane energy with tones of divine and eldritch. Nugget's Big Ol' Pile of Nuggets Nuggets is a simple goblin. She likes nuggets. Iron nuggets, Stone nuggets, Gold nuggets, Chicken nuggets, Beef nuggets, Tofu nuggets, any nugget you can think of there is probably at least one of those nuggets in Nugget's nugget pile. For 100 gold, you have 5 minutes to collect whatever nuggets you want. But, the catch is that nuggets keep coming in and out of the nugget via a portal system which looks like a water fall of nuggets, a Nugget Fall. The nugget fall may crush you if you are not careful but Nugget don't care. Nugget knows more will come for nuggets. Nugget will not run out of nuggets as 100 gold buys a lot of nuggets. Skilled Labor A strange man in a small shack offers to take on any job. He proclaims himself a very skilled Laborer. No matter what job is needed he always finishes it in miraculous time and fashion. If you need a house built, tomorrow you have a completed castle (with staff!). The catch? The laborer is a powerful genie (or god or other wish granting being) though he will never admit to it. One job per customer and for your safety don't complain about his work. Yew Niquorn's "Born to Horn! Emporium" A former bard, they sell horns, brass wind instruments, including magical devices, and begrudgingly cornucopias during one of the holiday seasons. They go absolutely wild for musicians looking to purchase or sell, are fearful of clowns, and loathe mimery. The claim to not be a unicorn in disguise, despite their name, and be ever so kind as to ignore the one small curly horn-spike in their forehead, please, thank you. Lady Wrath's "The Ruffled Ruffian" A former Lady-Knight reknowned for her Berserker-Sword fighting style; but found over the years that fine-clothes could be as good as a sword in the court. She now sells Courtly Dress and Fine Clothes, to anyone with the coin and desiring nice things; sumptuary laws be damned, the positively archaic class-warfare laws that those in power occasionally attempt to enforce. She has developed an eye for fashion, but claims her fingers were never nimble enough to actually do any stitching, and so pays well above market rates and employs as many as she can as an act of community outreach. Mx. Anne Keree's Royally Patented "Catch and Carry" This third generation shop sells artificed and runeworked furniture, traps, storage, luggage, and transportation systems. Anne inherited this sprawling operation from her Grandparents (Sir Ketch Keree, and Wife Kerry), and Parents (Cash Keree Esq. and Wife Portia) employing no less than two artificers, a runesmith, two leatherworkers, three cabinet, chestmaker and carpenters, married wheel and wagon wrights, a blacksmith, clockmaker, brightsmith, and a bevy of apprentices. If you need an animated luggage, a chest of holding, a clockwork carriage, or simply a well appointed divan with concealed storage, Mx. Anne is who to speak to. Vines, Wines, and Wands Viscount Vincent Virago, the proprietor, was a magical wunderkind at one of the premier magic academies, and after graduating with honors was immediately offered a professorship, and even went on to becoming the academy's youngest tenured professor until suceeding to the title he currently holds forced him to take on a long-term hiatus to oversee his lands. This store is merely a recreation for him, and a creative outlet for his Horticultural, Magical passions. Virago's wines have always been prized, but with Vincent's skills the wines have been even more promising. One marketing gimmick is to offer a planted cutting of the same vines as the wine, magically enchanted to maintain the same growing conditions as the vineyard. If you are willing to listen to Vincent's original poetry, and able to shell out a pretty large pile of gold, or happen to be an academy student apprenticing with the professor, you may be able to get your hands on potent "plant-based" wands wrought from the same vines that he tends, or scrolls scribed by him featuring the same original lyrics (as well as potent "Virago Original" spells). Harms and Harmers Darkwon Plaguerock is a literal dark reflection of a nearby store and owner, down to matching outfits in a different color scheme, and the smoking holes of chilling darkness where thier eyes and mouth would be. Instead of weapons and armor, they buy and sell only curses and cursed gear, and if you pay 1d6 years of your life, they'll break curses or cursed items that have attached to one's soul, provided they also get to keep the curse or cursed item afterwards as well. They seem to have a feud with the other store owner, even if the other one won't acknowledge it. Stans Scribblers Every adventurer needs chalk, every wizard needs pens and ink. Stan Serif (8th in a long line of the Serif clan) sells regular and magical chalks, inks, and magical inks, wax and magical waxes, bulk foolscap and the finest of parchments made from the skin of angels. Do you need chalk that only you can see? Do you need ink that is only visible in the presence of a dragon? Do you need wax made from hundred-winged celestial honeybees? Stan's got it, somehow; doesn't even know he's got it, sometimes, or how he acquired it, even. Dye Hard An ex-guardsman (Hard Mohnson) retired after taking an arrow to the knee, and opened a shop that sells fabric dyes. Every year he purchases enough cloth for every child at the local orphanarium to have a new outfit, each one died in a crazy color tie-die. The charity is having a deleterious effect on Hard's finances, and it seems likely that his shop and crazy colorful dream will soon come to an end. Thïv's Tools Thïv knows these things to be true. Thïv is a cat-person by species, with pet cats. Thïv is no Thief, and a burglar is a thief; therefore Thïv is not a cat-burglar for posessing burglar's tools. Thïv is an Artificer, Clockworkmaker, and Locksmith. Thïv's Tools is where Thïv's Tools, created by Thïv, are to be sold to persons who are not Thïv, in exchange for gold that is not Thïv's until the time of purchase. Thïv knows that Gold is a fungible medium of economic exchange. Thïv's gold was not gained by way of burglary, but by way of artifice that does not involve burglary. That an alleged burglar obtained tools that they allegedly used to commit a burglary that allegedly did or did not bear Thïv's maker's mark does not make Thïv an alleged accessory to any alleged burglary... Two-Humps' Camel Depots Malvar "Two-Humps" Desrahshi is a man of vision. It was clear to all that passing through The Impassible Desert would cut the travel time between two large trading towns by half, yet one needed camels to accomplish such a logistical feat, and though the beasts could make the journey on one bellyful of water, water was required on both ends of the trek. And so it came to pass that, on one fateful day, Malvar bought two Bactrian camels, male and female, and from these progenitors bred a herd of desert-crossing quadrupeds. As the herd grew, Malvar bought two hills, one on each side of the desert, and upon each hill erected a stronghold of sandstone, and within each stronghold dug a well, a well deep and true, to tap the artesian waters that lay beneath. And that is how Malvar became the camel-renting monopolist of The Impassible Desert. Each stronghold provides weary travelers with food, water, shade, camels and relative safety from caravan-raiding bandits. Malvar's two hills became known as the "Two Humps" of the desert, mirroring the saddle-hugging humps on the back of each beast. And Malvar himself eventually became known as "Two Humps," a moniker of admiration, adopted by the caravan captains made rich by Malvar's vision. PegLeg's Pirate Prosthetics Keelhaul "PegLeg" Arrowfodder was a fierce pirate captain who drank heavily, swore often, and took no prisoners. One fateful day, while swinging on a boarding rope from his flagship, The Rusty Cutlass, toward a hapless merchant galleon, his leg was snagged by the rigging and torn completely from its moorings. Using the bloody stump to parry cutlass thrusts, an idea was born. Keelhaul quit the bounding main for the more lucrative career of pirate prosthetics--wooden legs, wooden arms and hands, hooks for the odd missing hand or finger, the possibilities were endless, and the clientele was large and growing larger. Keelhaul specialized in custom limbs and digits, a hidden compartment here, a pop-out dagger there, a thigh that doubled as a cask, hooks designed to parry or grapple, a wooden finger that served as a vial for poison, he had found his true calling. Soon pirates came from near and far to peruse the options. Demand increased, prices rose, the coin rolled in. Keelhaul built a little cottage factory, introduced buying on the installment plan, and then, layaway. Pirates of all factions made a solemn pact to preserve and defend "PegLeg's" little factory from all raiders, including themselves. Nary a tavern can now be found where two salty veterans aren't comparing their PegLeg parts, flashing the old script trademark hot-branded deep into the stained mahogany, sanded smooth and varnished. "Visit ol' PegLeg," they say. "He'll fix you up. Good as new!" Betty Bing's Bam and Boom Bonanza! Betty Bing is a real pistol; a firecracker with dynamite personality, an explosive temper, looks that could kill, and a set of guns that can put an eye out at a hundred yards. Betty Bing sells mining explosives and arcane powders! Betty Bing believes the only problem that can't be solved with more explosives is the problem you have when you forgot to bring enough explosives. Betty Bing speaks in the Third Person. Betty Bing prefers statements over questions. Betty Bing still has both eyes and all her fingers and toes. Were-U-At?: Lycanthrope Counciling and Support Center Rex "Fido" Fidelius openly lets his werewolf tail wag, and offers an understanding ear and furry shoulder to lean on. The Livanetica Institute for the Study and Understanding of Orgone Energy Elrond Cupboard is a serene looking halfelf who "is just here to help". Offering to teach customers spiritual techniques and sell special "Obsidian Communion Mirrors" which channel the "Orgonic Flux". He's hired a bunch of aesthetically pleasing assistants to go out and "spread the word" and bring in more customers. Caramel Sue-tra Suebella Xhoco is a succubus, not that it's common knowledge. She doesn't use her powers against mortals, anyway, or if she does, none are alive to prove otherwise. She runs a romance themed candy store, selling candies, sweetmeats, and confections that she makes herself, and is quite the artist, pouring her skills into refining her talents and products to peak perfection. Her products aren't cheap, but they're classy, and delicious, and she makes a decent profit selling to the decadent wealthy. Go Dentist Dendon "Dan" Tendonflosser is "uh schmot troll whut noses a few finks about teef since I'ze a Demtisht om my ewn and been smashin dem teef since a wee shite and eyem a roff and toff howdyadew, and wut smashin dem armor does iz dentin' and I'ze said to meself they'z GOLTTTT to be hadz there iz!" Dan accepts payment in teeth or gold or diamonds or gold teeth or gold teeth encrusted with diamonds, he has a bit of a thing about implanting them into his own mouth, which he has.. expanded via orthodontics thanks to his regenerative abilities. Dan uses his skills to smash the dents out of armor, as a cheaper alternative to paying an armor smith for repairs. The din outside has driven away a number of other store-owners, and he is always a touch cranky after he installs new "teef"; which he occasionally uses (along with prodigious strength) to straighten armor. If you're tough enough, and he isn't in a bad mood, he reckons you might be able to get tooth work done yourself, if you pay for it. "Paneless" Glazing Repair and Second Story Work Penny Peablossom is a Second Story Girl, secretly in the Roof-Runners Society, running a thinly veiled window repair company "fixing" windows that she may or may not have paid local urchins to break first. If you pay her extra, she'll steal anything, if she's had a look at the place first. She has a few tricks up her sleeve for dealing with just about any non-magical trap, and can also handle some small-scale magical traps if you're able to front her some operating funds. The only way you'll get her to admit to her "side-gig" is to be a fellow member of the Roof-Runners that she recognizes. "SECRETS YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO KNOW" Owen is an Overly Edgy Occultist and Object Reader that gathers and trades in obscure Arcana, but it's the sort of Arcana collection that (to the common folk nearby) most think is pretty much just: "On the 12th Night the Great Wizard Farticus ate Lentils and Navy Beans while bathing in a tub of bacon grease" or whatver the Wizarding Spellbook equivalent of Nudie Magazines is. If you can trade something good, though, you might get led down into the secret library catacombs beneath his shop... apparently the previous owner was a wizard of some reknown who went a bit crazy before they died, hid everything, and now Owen gets to poke and prod at the Arcane Equivalent of Cursed Nuclear Waste. So Cool. Pippa's Puppets, Poppets, and Effigies Ms. Pippa Poppetcaller is a gnome with a thing for manners, tea parties, fancy dresses, pointy boots, and elaborately coifed ultra-long hair. Her hair is magically enchanted and works as a set of legs, arms, hands, and tentacles... she hardly ever walks on her own two feet... they would ruin her boots, and her magic combs help keep the hair clean, and self-styling, thank you. The dolls and toys she makes aren't all creepy, but some definitely are. There is a rumor that she is actually a hag or some sort of witch. But no one knows anyone directly with any actual evidence of such. 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AITAH For not talking to my sister after my wedding Good day fellow Potatoes, I’m going to give a little back story leading up to my wedding. I (36 f) now married to my (41 m) husband as of March 14 2025. This story starts all the way back in Feb 2022, I planned a whole weekend to ask my only sister (41) now to be my MOH. I arranged a special weekend at a spa and hotel with just the 2 of us, I had called a local bakery to make custom donuts that asked her to be my MOH. She was thrilled with the idea of being my MOH, our wedding was scheduled for 2.5 yrs from this date because we were planning a destination wedding and wanted to ensure people could save for the trip as we just came out of covid lock down. The planning started a little more than a year to our wedding date (Feb 2024) with shopping for my wedding dress. I had an image of how I wanted our wedding, all the girls in yellow dresses ( a sentimental colour between my fiancé and I), each matching the colour’s, but could pick their own dress style. I asked my two cousins to stand, my best friend let’s call her (Shelly) and her little sister, plus my sister and my new daughter (my fiancés daughter). First Shelly and I have been growing apart for a few years, as she wasn’t thrilled I was no longer living the single life and partying all the time. I feel this is kind of the normal thing as we grow older and hopefully get into serious relationships looking to get married and start families, my best friend Shelly from childhood who now would not answer any call nor text messages to arrange bridesmaids’ dress shopping or acknowledge my existence. I had a fb group chat with the bridesmaids that I ended up deleting both of them as either of them wouldn’t engage or answer any of my attempts to message them over the course of (3) weeks. I was left beside myself as when Shelly did eventually reach back out almost a month later, she had told me the reason she didn’t even respond to my text was because she didn’t feel well, yet I found out she was engaging with others in our friend group during this period. After Shelly and I decided to go our separate ways, clearly her sister followed suit. It wasn’t devastating to my plans, now I was down to my sister, my two cousins, and my soon to be daughter, so I just wanted to focus on the next steps. My sister had the idea that she wanted to wear a tiara to my wedding, I told her I wasn’t comfortable with this as she was in the bridal party, and she was more than welcome to wear one for her wedding as she wasn’t supposed to be a focal point of mine. It kind of set the tone on how my sister was about to start acting during this process. She made it known this wasn’t going to be about me, but about her and what she wanted. My then fiancé and I decided together on what the groomsmen and bridesmaids were going to wear for our wedding. We picked a colour scheme that had a sentimental meaning to both of us. The Groomsmen were going to wear a light Grey suit without jackets just vest as it was a Caribbean destination and we didn’t want them to be hot, and the bridesmaid were going to wear a yellow that had meaning to us early in our relationship. As I said before, they could pick any style of dress that suited them just in that colour. It came time to do some dress shopping. Myself, my mother, my sister and my daughter went to 2 boutiques the first day, and on the second day, we went to the 3rd boutique. In the process of looking at wedding dresses, they had a whole section for Bridesmaids dresses at the 3rd boutique. I started looking and voila, found the colour we were looking for. A stunning yellow dress, both my mom and daughter were extactic as it was a beautiful colour. My sister didn’t like it, in fact she told me “I’m not wearing that, I’ll wear whatever colour I want to”. Mind you, this is my older sister and MOH. This left my daughter mother and workers at the store in awe that she would be so rude, it caught me off guard to the point I started to cry and told her it would be best if she left the fitting. I had told my cousins and showed them the colour in which they loved it, and they would in fact wear anything as it was my wedding and doing this was normal. After Shelly had stepped down, there was a difference in the number of groomsmen to bridesmaids, so I decided to ask another cousin if she would want to stand. She said yes, and it seemed as if everything was back on track, I was holding my ground with my sister as we all felt she was being a little selfish with her refusal. 1 yr to the wedding, now it’s March 2024, and it’s time to officially book with the travel agent and lock in our spot for the resort. My husband and I didn’t want the traditional bachelor and bachelorette party. We had planned separate events, he was going to go paintballing with the guys and we were doing a wine tasting and an Airbnb with the ladies. We created a Facebook group for the wedding to ease communications with the travel agent and updates with any planning and events. We had gotten an amazing group rate from the travel agent. It was now time to put deposits down for the trip. My husband’s side this was a smooth operation as everyone didn’t have any issues with this. But when it came to my side, my cousins/bridesmaids had informed me that over the last 2 yrs neither of them saved a single dollar as they were hoping their mother (my aunt) would cover the cost for them as she was well off. When she told them that wasn’t happening they would need to pay for themselves. They reached out to tell me they would no longer be attending the wedding and my 3rd cousin said she was planning on getting pregnant and wouldn’t be attending as well because she would be to close to her due date to travel, they canceled the bridesmaids weekend last minute sticking me with the entire Airbnb to late to get a refund., this was a low blow as they knew well in advance they haven’t saved a cent in over 2 yrs. The plot thickens, as they dropping out last minute wasn’t bad news enough. My husband had initially proposed to me with a ring that was sentimental but wasn’t real. He was in the process of having a custom ring made and went through my cousins as they worked in a jewlery shop. They had found a very stunning rare vivid Canary diamond in the same colour as the bridesmaids’ dresses and was having this ring custom made along with a wedding band. In fact we were purchasing all our jewelry for the wedding there, he had purchased some 1 karat earrings for me on my birthday in Aug 2024. We had been to the jewelry store a few times to check on the progress of the ring and shop for a few items. When my cousins dropped out I was definitely upset as I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t have saved a dollar and lead me on that they were coming for 2 years up to this moment, but it also worried me as there was a heated argument about why they let it go so long knowing they didn’t save and hadn’t planned on attending. Soon as the owner of the shop called us to tell us the ring was ready, we went to pick them up. The owner was always very nice and asked if we were excited that it was finally getting close. I told him of course and he asked if my cousins were excited as well as he knew they were standing, that’s when I told him “no they are no longer coming” there wasn’t anything said more than that on the topic. As he was excited to show us the finished ring and go over the design for the wedding band. All HELL BREAKS loose, my cousin blows up on me accusing me of going into her work and that I’m awful for disclosing their financial state….. I literally just went to pick the ring and size the wedding band and answered 1 question, I never said why they bailed or even said anything negative about them and definitely didn’t mention any financials to their boss. This has now caused a rift down my side of the family, half siding with my cousins and the other with me, I was accused of being selfish for expecting people to spend thousands to attend my wedding even though they also get a beautiful week long vacation with 3 years notice to save. What they failed to realize is I wasn’t mad they weren’t attending I get it, I was mad they led me on for more than 2 years like they were going knowing the whole time they never saved even a cent to try and go and planned the dress shopping and weekend trip. And to remind you my fiancés side of the family all saved to attend and they aren’t nearly as well off as my side of the family. I’m in a panic now as I have 2 bridesmaids left one being my 13 yr old daughter and my sister/MOH compared to my husband’s side that had 5. I asked one of my good friends from child hood who was attending if she wanted to stand and she was happy to, but my sister seen the desperation and makes her move for control. My MOH/sister knows that I was stressing about the whole cousin situation and lack of bridesmaids all of a sudden and makes her power move. She utterly now REFUSES to wear that colour as “she doesn’t think it would look good on her”. I’m crushed and out of fear of losing another bridesmaid, I give into her demands. My husband was so angry because the colour had meaning, matched the engagement ring and he had put a lot of thought and work into the groomsmans outfits, but he seen the amount of stress I was under and didn’t want to add to it. So he bit his tongue and let it go, he waited until my sister found a colour she wanted as the groomsmen ties were to match their dresses, he had also changed the shoes of his groomsmen to match the colour my sister wanted. We had informed everyone we were going to upgrade to (Diamond Club) as well as the kids at the resort. We wanted to experience the best amenities at the resort as this is our wedding. My husband’s son (17) recently started dating a really nice girl (17) and we noticed it was serious. We had already planned on getting the kids a separate room for the trip as we wanted our space and privacy. We extended her an invite only 8 months before the wedding, not only did she work and save while being a full-time student to attend but she also upgraded to diamond club as it was only about $300 to do so. Showing that it was very feasible to do if someone truly wanted to. My husband’s entire side upgraded as they wanted to be in the same area as us and also experience the better amenities of the resort mind you my husbands side of the family is not nearly well off as my side, but they felt with all the notice for the trip it wouldn’t be a problem….. But not my sister/MOH, no way. Mind you she’s 41 lives at home with my mom, and she has no kids, no pets, no debt, and frequently takes lavish trips several times a year makes well over 100k. Including booking a week long retreat a few days after we returned from this trip to a spa for about $3000 dollars. We arrived at the resort on a Monday with his family, and my side arrived on the Tuesday, we had made arrangements to have a welcome dinner with everyone at the resort. I sat next to my sister who was complaining about her awful experience at check in, I had told her if she had upgraded to diamond club there was a difference experience as there was a lounge they drove you too and had full bar and food waiting while they dropped your bags off to your room. It was a very different experience than waiting in line to check in during March Break. This set her off on what would be a week of selfish behavior. She had thrown in my face that we were getting a kick back from the travel agent for booking such a large party and that’s the ONLY reason we got an upgrade…… I assured her kick back or not we would’ve upgraded. The kick back is about $3500 and the total cost of our trip with 2 diamond club rooms and the wedding was well over $23,000 that him and I paid for alone, not that its even relevant to how she was acting and the beginning of her bad behavior. I told her the idea that we wouldn’t have upgraded without that was nonsense. My now husband is an engineer and truly brilliant and successful man. He has taken me on a few trips and I remember our first trip together to Vegas he insisted on renting a Corvette convertible. When we went to Cuba he wanted to upgrade to a suite and I wasn’t sure and he told me no worries he would cover the cost. We had a 2 story suite with a private hot tub and ocean view. We flew to Cancun for Christmas 2024 and he flew us Business class and upgraded our room again. Even the engagement ring he had made was well over 15k without the wedding band. Mind you I also make very good money and usually pay my half but he always spoils me with the extras. So to insinuate we wouldn’t have upgraded is utter nonsense because that’s the way my hubby likes to travel. Plus the upgrade was only $300 bux, and was well worth it as my hubby pointed out he drank all the Don Julio tequila on the whole resort with his groomsmen. The following morning, my sister found us at the diamond club beach with the rest of the wedding party. She pulled me aside and said “she was feeling better”, I regret even telling her about the kickback if she was going to try and throw it in my face. My sister has no history or mental illness, or depression or anything along those lines, she looks me straight in the face 2 days before my wedding and tells me “she’s suicidal” and also told me she couldn’t be excited for my next steps, being married or having kids and starting a family. I told her this is utterly ridiculous as we are all here for a good time, and she can go to her section of the resort because I’m not letting her ruin this trip. That evening we had an all white party at one of the restaurants for the wedding group, my sister/MOH was at my table with her bf and the Best Man and his gf and my mother with my now husband. My sister sat there with her arms crossed while the rest of us all talked and laughed and enjoyed ourselves, especially my mom when my husband referred to her as mom she was beaming. I tried to get my sister to engage by asking her to take a picture of me and my husband, man.... If looks could kill. I think we both would’ve dropped dead. To the point of others at the dinner asking me after what’s wrong with your sister? I couldn’t even give them a real answer and just played it off. I’m not sure if it was jealousy or what. I had a few other things to do for the wedding guest cards with bottles of sand from the beach with personalised notes. My MOH didn’t help with anything infact reveled in the fact that she “did nothing to help” as my MOH with anything in the entire process, infact my husband helped me with EVERY MOH duty because she would literally pick a fight anytime I asked for any help planning. She even dropped her dress off to me to steam for the wedding. His cup was getting full as he had bitten his tongue many times during this whole process. Morning of the wedding and we are getting ready in my mother in-laws room, my sister was with me at my final dress fitting which the tailor at the dress store showed my sister how to do up my bustle for the train on my dress. My sister didn’t bother to listen, take notes, a picture or video, or really any effort. She had no clue how to do it up. Fortunately, my mom and mother-in-law and bridesmaids worked it out. Thank goodness as I was finally losing all patience with my sister. The wedding was perfect, my husband was perfect, the weather was perfect, and everything was perfect. It wasn’t until we got back home that my husband mentioned my sister’s speech that I didn’t really pick up on until I rewateched it at home. He and several guest noticed that her speech was very self orientated didn’t welcome my husband or his kids into our family and was very much more about her as she tried to make everything about her in one way or another. My husband didn’t say anything then, because the day wasn’t about her. It was about us and our love. Fortunately, his best man gave an amazing speech along with both of our mothers. My sister and I relationship has been damaged beyond repair from the whole ordeal and probably won’t ever fully recover. To the point that my husband and I went to talk to a therapist to get an outside prospective. He basically labeled her a insane narcissistic woman who has a lot of growing up to do. My husband wanted to confront her as he justifiably should, but for the sake of not adding stress onto me, he bit his tongue again. His only request is distance from her, and I fully agree. There’s more to add on an update, but I’ll end this here, and hopefully, Charlotte reads this tail. PS My husband was also the best MOH I could’ve asked for. Update: it had been nearly 8 weeks since we returned from the wedding, my sister and I had a falling out after we got home as we found out our “estranged” father had passed away. He abandoned us when we were children and neither her nor I had spoken to him in any fashion in over a decade. In fact I’ve never even received a single present, bday or Christmas or even a card from him in my entire life. My husband and I only truly have one regret in our wedding and that was we changed the theme and colour due to my sister’s demands. Other than that married life has been great, we are closer than ever and I couldn’t be happier with my husband, my kiddos and the direction of our lives. His mother, my mother and most of his family and groomsmen feel my sister is hugely jealous. Younger sister getting married first can cause some type of feelings. My sister was engaged before but the guy was kind of a bum. Couldn't hold a job, she had to buy her own engagement ring and she eventually left him because he was an alcoholic and wouldn't get help. My husband has all reason to hold a grudge against her because he seen the additional stress she caused. My now husband when he first met my sister cooked us dinner and tried his best to get off on a good footing with her. She judged him from day one before knowing him. He's a well built tall brown and handsome man, he has alot of tattoos all classy and with much thought and meaning. She labeled him a "thug" though he's never been in trouble I'm pretty sure he was never suspended from school. A graduated engineer that was a chef before that..... I consider myself lucky he's the best cook ive ever met and he's extremely handy as he has built the majority of our house with his own 2 hands. Also I don’t hold any grudges with my cousins, my husband is a good Christian man and has told me to forgive and move on. To not hold onto those feelings as they just spoil other great things we have going on. Yet I can’t say I have forgiven my sister….. yet, and if the day comes where I can forgive her, I will never forget and I know our relationship will never be the same. He still wants to confront her and set the boundaries moving forward, but respects my wishes on just leaving it as a no contact situation for now. AITAH for not speaking to my sister after all of this? submitted by /u/ReviewBackground2376 to r/CharlotteDobreYouTube [link] [comments]

Preface: I am intentionally vague about some of my personal details because I'm in a very doxable situation. But considering its uniqueness (especially in the MD world), I hope this is interesting to you all! Also, this was from about 2 months ago pre-market wackiness. Education/job context: I’m in the final year of school for a healthcare discipline that requires an advanced degree. I am on rotation/clinicals this week, which is the healthcare schooling version of a required internship where we learn and practice our discipline under the guidance of preceptors (AKA licensed people in the field). As a student, I call it a reverse job because technically we're paying to work for them. As of two years ago, I’m also a part-time musician! I play at the same bar almost every Friday/Saturday night, plus other days when the opportunity arises. I’m so, so lucky and grateful to have gotten to where I am music-wise. After graduation, I plan to do both music and healthcare part-time. While it would technically be possible to do healthcare full-time and maintain my part-time music position, it wouldn’t be sustainable — as fully evidenced by my lifestyle of the past two years, even after having cut back on a lot of my extracurriculars this school year. Assets and Debts Retirement: $7250 — $7000 in a Roth IRA + $250 in a 401(k) through my healthcare job Brokerage account: $3000 Savings account: $21,500 Checking account: $3000 Debt: None! The only college I applied to was one I could attend tuition-free. Supplemented by some miscellaneous scholarships, my parents covered the majority of the remaining expenses. In our culture, supporting your kids through higher education (and footing the bill) is the number one priority for parents. Graduating debt-free is definitely not something I take for granted. My car is thirdhand; my dad bought it secondhand and later passed it down to me when I started to need it more often. Income Income 1 — music job: ~$2500/month. This income includes payment from the venue + tips. About ⅗ of what I make is direct payment from the venue, ⅖ from tips. How much I bring home every month varies a LOT. Income 2 — healthcare job: $250/month. I work very part-time at a healthcare facility. I make $19/hour, which is standard for this role in my state. Income progression: My part-time job in high school was $7.25/hour, and I've had various campus jobs throughout college that paid what we call “Chipotle burrito money”; at one point, I had both my current jobs plus two campus jobs. I went straight from undergrad to my grad program, so I’ve never worked full time. Other income: $1000-$2000 every couple of months + $9.99/month from my parents. They send a chunk of money every so often to help cover some of my living/school expenses. They also made me an authorized user for a credit card back in high school for necessities/emergencies, but now I only use it for my Photoshop subscription, which I’ve had since HS ($9.99/month). RIP the days of actually owning software. In addition, I’ll occasionally make money through one-off things like reselling clothes, but the income is negligible and inconsistent. I usually don't even transfer the balance to my checking account because I use it to subsidize future clothing purchases. Expenses Rent/housing: $545/month for a house close to campus. I negotiated my rent with my roommates because my room is objectively the worst in the house. I pay my roommates my share of the bills via my Venmo balance, so using that purgatory money doesn’t count as a “real” expense in my head. Call it pre-tax dollars or something. But it works out to be ~$70/month. If I have a rotation that’s closer to my parents’ house, as I did this week, then I’ll stay with them during the week instead. Phone, car insurance, health insurance: $0, covered by my parents

Gregory Edgeworth (AAI2): A+ [4.4] Sx25 DILF Daddy HOLY COW I LOVE THIS!!!! HE LOOKS SO COOL IN THIS OUTFIT! And the animation that plays whenever he straightens his collar or his tie? Peak. MY MAN. He's literally perfect here. Edgeworth's mom was lucky we like older men. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ in all seriousness, that coat is such an upgrade from his outfit in the original PW:AA. he's absolutely rocking that fit. They cooked so well here. The hat, the tench coat - a massive glow up to his design in the original PW AA. Looks way too old, but still cool Atticus Finch lookin ahh Hat makes Gregory automatically peak My man looks so fine in a trenchcoat! He pulls off noir really well. Very distinctive face! It's impressive they made such a great design out of boring generic AA1 dead victim corpse in an elevator Gregory Edgeworth. Playing as him felt so good partly because he truly looked competent and confident. Perfection. Absolute dilf energy and his style suits him. The trench coat makes Gregory stand out more. It gives him film noir vibes. The biggest GLOWUP in the entire franchise. Simple clothes and the beige trenchcoat shows his groundedness and his investigatorial skills while contrasting with his son (past and present), meanwhile the shoes and tie show his professionalism. The hand in his pocket shows his calmer and more reserved composure. And his sprites...his damage sprite is my favorite damage in the entire game; the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles. The hand shaking animation and thinking sprite are realistic in a way not often seen in the franchise. We barely get to see enough of his hair and just enough of his stoic personality to solidify the parental resemblance. I know absolutely nothing about fashion/color theory, and I would absolutely smash him. He's so much cooler than he was in the first game Daddy I like how young he looks. Ax9 Atticus Finch hes like edgeowrht Bx5 Coat makes him look cool, not much to say I mean sure its an effective character design but part of that is just bc of gregory peck so im not sure if I should really rate him higher nice but i don’t really see the ressemblence to be honest Fx1 Eddie Fender (Past): B+ [3.65] Sx7 I don't get how my man survived that amount of paper in his digestive tract those shoes make his fit seem all the more teenager. without those yeeyeeass shoes you absolutely convinced me that he's a teen here. sonic and knuckles ahh color palette. and the colors here alos go very well, althrough seeming silly and youthful at first. complementary ahh colors. Finally, quirky teenage boy assistant. Young Eddie is proof we need a quirky teenage MALE assistant in the next game. He's way cooler than he has any right to be I like it when he ate the piece of paper. Ax18 scrolling by him really quickly I thought he was vera because of his palette. anyway got the FULL "starry eyed youth" thing going on He looks cute, but after watching crystaahl I’ll agree that a newsie hat would’ve looked better on him I like the striped shirt. I also like the short sleeved shirt he wears. dumbass paper eater i love him Bx12 What happened to the right side of his jacket? Also, why does he look like he's about to say m'lady? The hat is great, and so is eating paper, but I don’t remember ever learning what that star design on his shoulder was about. Would be higher if there was something to it. Is it wrong that I prefer this hat to Gregory's? And I love his animations! However, I'm not a big fan of his outfit. If the over-shirt was a jacket instead I think I'd like it better. It's OK, it fits him. Cx1 Dx1 I kind of fucking hate this and I think it’s a combo of the fuckass shirt and whatever the fuck coat he’s wearing. He Ed Fended me Fx1 Samson Tangaroa (Past): A [3.8] Sx10 Sweet man

I met my ex “Eric” (her real name is a boy’s name) in grad school. I was doing my PhD, she was at law school, we met at a Chabad Hannukah party. She was my first relationship and I was head-over-heels in love with her. She was smart, she was passionate, she was funny, she was beautiful, with medium-brown hair, amazing hazel eyes, skin on the darker end of “incredibly white”, and had amazing curves. Not too surprisingly considering the location and context, she dressed very East Coast/classy/preppy/I-don’t-know-what-to-call-it-I’m-from-Boulder-God-help-me. (I promise that these details about her appearance are important) Looking back, I think she may have been less into me than I was into her, but she was more than loving and affectionate enough in return. Considering that most of my retrospection occurred after being dumped, I’m not sure that I can trust my analysis of the situation anyway. I digress. After a year and a half, she graduated and took a position on the opposite side of the country (our school was in the Northeast, her job was in LA). I asked if there weren’t any closer positions (I mean, we were in the Northeast, there’s no lack of law firms or whatever), and she said that she wanted this particular position with this particular mentor as part of a career trajectory that she’d been planning out for years. I asked if we could be long-distance for the two years until I graduated; she said that she didn’t think that long-distance ever worked. I begged and pleaded: I would visit her every break, I would work my ass off to graduate early, I would ask my advisor if I could be remote when I wrote my dissertation, anything and everything I could think of. She turned it all down, and the most she would allow was that after I graduated, if I wanted I could move to LA and if we were both single we could revisit. Screw that, even if I didn’t hate LA (but I would have moved there for Eric!). I was in love but I had some self-respect. I would love to say that after that I hit the gym, got a glow up, and started having threesomes with models every weekend, but what actually happened was that I got super depressed and lost myself in my work. I didn’t date again for three years. After graduating, I got a postdoc at a national lab in Colorado. I’m actually from Colorado, and even though I moved there for the job specifically, it was really nice to be near my family. The love, the sunshine, and being around people who weren’t all assholes all of the time really helped me recover, and I was just getting ready to dip my toes back into the dating pool. I reconnected with some friends from high school and ended up going to a Punk show where a friend of a friend was playing (fun fact: it turns out that Folk Punk is a thing). In between sets, we’re standing in line for drinks and this girl comes up to us and says to me, “My friend Lisa thinks you’re hot.” The friend in question was razor thin (like, “drug problem, eating disorder, or both” skinny - it turned out to be both, of course), had super short bleached blonde hair (when I tell story of how we met in real life, I usually say that her hair “looked like Eminem’s”), and was dressed a little over-the-top punky, tight black jeans with strategic rips, a tshirt that said “Nazi Punks F- Off”, a leather jacket covered in patches and pins, and army boots, and had a bunch of piercings (again, general details of her appearance and dress are important). She kinda looked a little like she was cosplaying a punk, more than an actual punk, if that makes sense? Especially because her look was somewhat countered by the fact that she looked like she wanted to sink into the floor from embarrassment. To be honest, I was not particularly inclined to go along with it, but earlier that day my friend Jon had made me promise to say yes to any girl who showed interest in me. She wasn’t smoking and didn’t look gross (the two exceptions I was able to squeeze out of Jon), so why not. I went over, we chatted a little. Our two groups ended up staying together when the next band came on so that the two of us could hang. After the show, she invited me back to her place. I told her that I wasn’t that kind of gal, but that I’d love to see her again and asked to exchange phone numbers. She told me that she didn’t have a phone, so I just told her the name of a nice coffee shop and “5pm tomorrow”. She said she was working then, but could I do 10am the next day? I said sure, fully expecting her not to show. But she did! She was even early. We ended up talking for the entirety of the day, transitioning from coffee to lunch to more coffee to a museum to dinner to a park. I didn’t mean to, but I ended up telling her about Eric, and she gave me the details of her recent past - she was raised upper middle class in a well-to-do New York suburb, the oldest daughter of two very high-performing individuals who pushed her really hard as a kid. She went to an Ivy League school for undergrad, then another for med school, before having a nervous breakdown second year. She dropped out, cut off contact with her family, and moved away. She was homeless for a while, had some drug problems, and eventually drifted to Denver where she decided to get her shit together and went to paramedic school. It was weirdly personal for a first date, but by that point we’d been together for like 8 straight hours, and I didn’t mind it. At 9pm, she told me she had to go because she had an early shift the next day, and she had tears in her eyes because she said she so wanted to see me again but didn’t know how we’d stay in touch. I pulled out a burner phone I’d gotten her, preprogrammed with my phone number and the numbers of two good Korean places (she’d mentioned at the concert missing Korean food). She started full-on ugly crying and I kissed her. Anyway, after that we started dating and she moved in with me faster than she should have, but I was living alone and her living situation was…less than ideal. Jon (who had made me agree to talk to Lisa in the first place) told me half-joking, half-serious that he was kinda pissed that I found a girlfriend immediately instead of having some fun, and that this was not what he had intended. Screw Jon. As she started to get more comfortable with our relationship and in herself, she started getting less punky: growing her hair out, no longer bleaching it, wearing less makeup, taking out some piercings, etc. I want to emphasize that at no time did I tell her to do any of these things, though I’ll admit that I did find her more attractive that way and maybe she picked up on it. I think that a big moment happened when I brought her home to Passover Seder and she saw how completely no one cared about her look. I grew up in Boulder, one of six children born to a pair of old hippies. Lisa spent an enormous amount of time trying to get ready for Seder, not knowing how to dress, wanting to go full punk, then wanting to go wearing formal evening wear, vacillating and driving me crazy. She kept asking me if this or that outfit was appropriate, and I told her that my parents were hippies from Boulder and that they wouldn’t blink if she turned up naked and covered in menstrual blood as a piece of performance art (it’s a sign of how stressed she was that she didn’t laugh). She ended up wearing a simple black dress and no makeup, but left all of her facial piercings in and wore combat boots. I guess as a sort of compromise between her internal feeling that she needed to dress up for the holiday dinner and a sort of belligerence that she wasn’t going to compromise her identity for my [read: projections of her] family? Anyway, no one cared. When we walked in, my mom greeted her with a hug and told her how lovely she looked. In my slacks and polo shirt, I was the second-most dressed-up after my dad, with most of my siblings, in-laws, and nieces and nephews wearing jeans and a t-shirt. One sister-in-law was wearing an unzipped fleece over a bikini as she’d just come from the pool and her husband was running late with clothes for her to change into. One sister was wearing a bathrobe. When my brother came in wearing a suit, Lisa started freaking out a little until he immediately threw off his coat and pulled his shirt tails out of his pants, complaining about having to dress up to go to District Court. Somehow, the absolute level of acceptance made her feel less of a need to dress to distinguish herself, I guess? I don’t get it, but I’m told it’s not uncommon. I’m getting to a point, which is: within about a year of us dating, Lisa had gone back to med school, gained some weight, grown out her hair and brought it back to its natural brown color, removed most of her piercings, and started dressing “normally” (honestly, overdressing a little since she kept her East Coast style), though she still wore her leather jacket out most of the time. Her skin also darkened a little after she stopped pulling night shifts and started going on some more hikes; she still has naturally pale skin, but she stopped looking like a leukemia patient and even developed a bit of a tan. This description may sound a little familiar to those reading along, but I didn't really notice it at the time Anyway, we've been dating for about 2 years and right now we’re back East for the wedding of a good friend of mine from grad school. Lisa came along as my plus-one, but after a lot of discussion she decided that this was a good opportunity to reestablish contact with her family, since I’d be there to support her and she’d have a rock-solid excuse to leave after a couple days. This is the first time she’s been back since leaving, and her only contact with her family for four years has been postcards and a little bit of texting to coordinate this visit. There was a lot of crying, a lot of reconciliation, and her parents took me aside and told me “Thank you for bringing our daughter back”. When I had to push on to some pre-wedding stuff (the friend getting married is Indian, so there’s a lot), she stayed behind for a few extra days but promised she’d be along before the ceremony. Anyway, a couple days ago I was at one of the pre-wedding things, and I’m outside chatting with some friends (more than a little tipsy) when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn and see Lisa, who I guess decided to surprise me. I pulled her in for a big kiss and she was a little stiff for a moment before relaxing into it. I pulled back and asked her how things went with her parents. She looked at me in a state of shock and said, “After all this time, after that kiss, that’s your question?” And she said it with a Long Island accent. My drunk ass started to realize that this is Eric. I guess in the dim lighting, in my inebriated state, and seeing her out of my peripheral vision, I figured she was Lisa. I explained the mistake and she brushed it off. We chatted about nothing in particular for a while. She seemed to really want to talk to me, but I was freaking out because I was way too drunk to handle a situation in which I kissed my ex-girlfriend. I was double freaking out because I know how hard it was for Lisa to open up to me, and I know how fraught her emotional situation was right then, and I was afraid that this betrayal would ruin everything. I excused myself fairly quickly, got back to my room, and called Lisa. I word-vomited the situation out to her, and to my enormous relief she laughed it off and gently recommended that I be a little more sparing at the bar (in fact, that was the last alcohol I’ve touched on this trip aside from a little champagne at the wedding proper). In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t expect Eric to be there since she was a pretty good friend of the bride (we were all in grad school together, including the groom and a bunch of the guests; bride was also a lawyer like Eric had been and that was how they knew each other, though we also had PhDs, MDs, an architect, an MPP, a Nurse Practitioner…tl;dr we’re a bunch of dorks). Anyway, Eric has spent the last couple of days trying to talk to me as much as she can. As far as I can tell, life is proceeding according to plan but she’s not very happy. Men in LA are selfish and superficial, she hates being so far from her family, her amazing mentor is amazing but also an asshole, she hates having to drive everywhere. I’ve been dodging her when I can, making noncommittal noises when I can’t. The day of the wedding (today), Lisa finally arrived just a couple hours before the ceremony. I’ve been keeping her apprised of the situation and her interpretation is that for Eric, I’m the one that got away and if she’d just stayed with me literally everything in her life would be better. Which is obviously bullshit, but even smart people can believe bullshit when they want to. For the ceremony, Lisa decided to wear a sari (as did most of the women attending; the bride recommended a particular shop that had a lot of experience clothing white women in saris and gave everyone a bulk discount for the wedding), and she got one in an amazing green that really brought out the green in her eyes. The ceremony was great, and in the mingling afterwards there was a moment when I came back from the bathroom and spotted Lisa from behind. I came up and slipped my arm around her waist. But then Lisa came up in front of us, and she dropped her glass of champagne in shock. I looked at the woman I’ve got my arm around, and it was also Lisa, except that Lisa had helix piercings in while this woman only had rings in her earlobes (or at least in her left earlobe, which was the only one I could see). Immensely confused, I withdrew my arm and then looked at Eric. And then back at Lisa. I took a few steps back. I swear to God, they looked like the same person. Normally, they probably would have looked like sisters (it was hard for me to tell when I wasn’t seeing them side-by-side), but with identical makeup and wearing identical dresses in an identical color, they looked the exact same. I love Lisa more than life itself, but if it wasn’t for the earrings, I really don’t think I would have been able to tell the difference. At this point we’ve attracted an audience, probably drawn by the breaking glass. I wasn’t the only person who was weirded out, and a lot of phones came out. After I don’t know how long (probably like 20 seconds, though it felt like approximately three hours), the actual wedding photographer came over, no doubt drawn like a shark to the blood of good pictures. I quickly went over to Lisa and suggested that we head somewhere quiet for a moment. Which we did. I started apologizing for touching my ex so closely again but Lisa cut me off and told me that if she wasn’t herself, she would have believed that I was standing there with her. She said that she had a weird surreal moment where she felt like she was out of her body, or maybe she was dreaming. But then she snorted and kissed me and told me to be careful not to get any goatee hairs in my mouth. When I protested that she was obviously the good twin, she gave me a wicked grin and told me that she’d have to work on convincing me otherwise. We went back to the main area, and I resolved not to break physical contact with Lisa for the rest of the trip. I haven’t seen Eric again since. That was a few hours ago. We’re back in our room and Lisa put in the effort to make sure I understand how thoroughly evil she is, but I can’t sleep and just had to write this all down to try and order things out in my own head. I’m sorry if all the background I gave about Lisa was unnecessary; I guess I was just trying to explain that when I started seeing her, she looked nothing like Eric, and that the change was so gradual that I didn't notice. I’m also really nervous that Lisa actually was hurt by me being with Eric and is just putting on a good face. Anyway, we’re here for two more full days, and I’ve decided that I’m going to continue the whole “don’t leave physical contact with Lisa” thing until we’re on the plane. EDIT: Update here submitted by /u/throwra_trust_verify to r/stories [link] [comments]

​ https://i.redd.it/xpxt0zp25yic1.gif Congratulations on your upcoming graduation! As you prepare for this momentous occasion, choosing the perfect dress can be a daunting task. That's why we've curated a selection of stunning dresses that will make you look and feel your best on your big day. From elegant gowns to trendy cocktail dresses, our roundup of graduation dresses has something for everyone. Read on to find the perfect ensemble that will make your graduation a memorable and stylish affair. The Top 5 Best Dresses For Graduation Stylish Black Homecoming Dress - A stunning, off-the-shoulder black high-low skater dress made from soft and durable fabric, perfect for prom, cocktail, and evening occasions. Sparkly Pink Off-The-Shoulder Wrap Midi Dress - Size 24 - Embody elegance and confidence on your graduation day in boohoo's plus-sized sequin off-the-shoulder wrap midi dress, the epitome of style and sophistication for the brightest minds in the class of 2023. 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The size guide didn't seem entirely accurate, so I would advise going a size up from your usual just to be safe. All in all, the Sarin Mathews Women Off The Shoulder Short Sleeve High Low Cocktail Skater Dress has been my go-to for many events. It's a versatile, stylish piece that's worth every penny. I just wish they could improve their sizing guide to match the elegance of the dress. 🔗Sparkly Pink Off-The-Shoulder Wrap Midi Dress - Size 24 ​ https://preview.redd.it/iiqg4l345yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a57700f221d3c7085fb17502aef02559f0f1b964 As a busy mom, I often find myself scrambling for a versatile dress that can take me from a graduation ceremony to a night out. When I came across boohoo's Plus Sequin Off The Shoulder Wrap Midi Dress in pink, I knew I'd found a winner. This stunning piece has become my go-to for every special occasion. The highlights of this dress include its beautiful sequin embellishments that shimmer under any light, making me feel like a star on stage during my son's graduation. The off-the-shoulder design adds a touch of elegance, while the wrap style hugs my curves in all the right places, giving me an hourglass silhouette. However, there were a few minor drawbacks. The sizing was slightly off, so I had to order a size up to get the perfect fit. Additionally, some of the sequins came loose after a few wears, which was a bit disappointing. Despite these issues, I couldn't be happier with my purchase and highly recommend it for anyone looking for a chic and comfortable plus-size dress. 🔗Red Off-Shoulder Wrap Detail Bodycon Dress ​ https://preview.redd.it/foucdnj45yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=91f16795e71c95dcec5e04d171f88b437ed7891a I adore this vibrant Off The Shoulder Wrap Detail Bodycon Dress from boohoo for its playfulness and femininity. As a petite figure myself, I loved how seamlessly it hugged my curves! It's got a flirty off-the-shoulder design with a sleeveless detail, just perfect for a summer day. The bold red color truly makes a statement, making it a great choice for a bold and confident look. One of my favorite features of this dress is the bodycon design which perfectly accentuates my curves. The wrap detail around the waist only adds to the elegance of this dress, making it a go-to option for a night out or even a special occasion. However, the dress can run on the tight side, especially around the waist. I would suggest sizing up to ensure a comfortable fit and to prevent any unwanted muffin top effect. All in all, this stunning piece from boohoo is a fabulous addition to any wardrobe. Its bold color, flirty design, and comfortable fabric make it a perfect choice for a stylish and confident look. But, like always, make sure to adjust the size accordingly to ensure a perfect fit. And, while you're strutting about in this stunning dress, remember to radiate confidence and elegance - you are the belle of the ball in this fabulous piece from boohoo. 🔗Stylish Red Graduation Dress ​ https://preview.redd.it/lq6jaya55yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e2572f59bcac581a2476cf33962118636b4349e7 I remember the day I first tried on the boohoo Off The Shoulder Wrap Dress in red. It felt like a dream, as the vibrant red color made me feel bold and confident. I felt like a queen, ready to conquer my graduation ceremony. The off-the-shoulder design and sleeveless feature are perfect for a hot summer day, and the bodycon style hugs your curves in all the right places. This dress made me feel comfortable while also ensuring that my beauty was on full display. One feature that really stood out to me was the craftsmanship of the dress. The stitching was impeccable, and it felt like a premium product. On the downside, I wish the dress was a bit longer as it falls just above the knee, which may not be ideal for some occasions. Overall, I highly recommend the boohoo Off The Shoulder Wrap Detail Bodycon Dress in red for those seeking a stylish and comfortable look for their next event. 🔗Blue Elegant Party Dress ​ https://preview.redd.it/tzaxrvv55yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c8073e3a4e4e941d6f211180a46de75f4c638654 I recently had the pleasure of attending a friend's wedding in the elegant Vampal Blue Dress. As soon as I opened the packaging, I knew I was in for a treat. The rich blue color was more vivid than any dress I'd ever seen before, and instantly turned heads at the event. What surprised me most was how comfortable it felt despite its stunning appearance - the chiffon and satin fabric allowed me to dance all night without any discomfort. One unique feature of this dress is its custom size offering, which was perfect for my body shape as I couldn't find my size in regular stores. The built-in bra provided enough support without compromising the overall design of the dress, something that's often hard to achieve with formal wear. However, while the dress was truly stunning and made me feel confident and beautiful, there were a couple of minor drawbacks. One small issue is its loose waistline, which made it slightly less flattering than it could have been. Additionally, the material is quite delicate, so one needs to be extra careful when handling or washing it. In conclusion, if you're looking for a unique and eye-catching dress for your next formal event, the Vampal Blue Dress is definitely worth considering. Its vibrant color, comfortable fabric, and custom size options make it stand out from the crowd. Just mind the delicate material and keep an eye on that waistline to ensure you look your best in this stunning ensemble. Buyer's Guide Dresses for graduation are essential outfits that help reflect the academic milestones achieved by graduates. It is crucial to choose a dress that suits your style, is comfortable, and meets the dress code requirements of the ceremony. In this buyer's guide, we will discuss the important features, considerations, and general advice for selecting the perfect graduation dress. Style Choose a dress that complements your personal style and conveys your personality. Consider the colors, fabrics, and silhouettes that make you feel confident and comfortable. Common styles for graduation dresses include A-line, sheath, and empire waist designs. ​ https://preview.redd.it/m7hbb8k65yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f643a806361ef200b94eb2704a77dd4c2deb0d2c Comfort Ensure that the dress is comfortable to wear for the duration of your graduation ceremony and any post-ceremony events. Consider factors such as the fabric's breathability, the dress's weight, and any potential issues with movement or sitting. Dress Code Familiarize yourself with the specific dress code requirements set by your school or the event venue. Typically, graduation dresses fall within a semi-formal to formal dress code range. Ensure that your chosen dress adheres to these guidelines to avoid any issues on the day of the event. Practicality Consider practical aspects such as weather conditions during the event and the type of footwear you plan to wear. Opt for a dress that can be easily adjusted based on temperature changes and allows you to move comfortably, especially when taking photographs or interacting with others at the event. ​ https://preview.redd.it/mx9ts3875yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3342389c5620c35d905fb0fea7de59a889352eea Budget Set a budget for your graduation dress and stick to it. There are plenty of affordable and stylish options available, so do not feel compelled to overspend on your dress. Be sure to allocate funds for any necessary alterations or accessories, such as jewelry and shoes. Fitting Choose a dress that fits you well, emphasizing your best features and concealing any areas you may feel self-conscious about. If necessary, seek the assistance of a professional tailor to ensure a proper fit, especially if you have made a last-minute purchase or ordered online. FAQ ​ https://preview.redd.it/ej01q9085yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8f3a9f1999bfb093c3fa1258d11e22b4ee6e746e What type of dresses are suitable for graduation? Graduation dresses typically feature elegant and modest designs, with lengths ranging from knee-length to full-length. They often come in pastel or neutral colors, and some may have embellishments like lace or sequins. Dresses made from chiffon, silk, or satin are ideal choices, as they appear elegant and timeless. How should I select the right size for a graduation dress? It's essential to refer to the size chart provided by the retailer, as sizing can vary between brands. Take accurate measurements of your bust, waist, hips, and height, and compare them with the sizing guide to find the perfect fit. If you're unsure of your size, consider choosing a bigger size to accommodate any alterations if required. What colors are appropriate for a graduation dress? Typically, neutral and pastel colors are suggested for graduation dresses, such as beige, white, mint, blush, or baby blue. However, you can also choose bold colors like red, purple, or black for a more striking look. It's essential to pick a color that complements your skin tone and makes you feel confident and comfortable on your special day. ​ https://preview.redd.it/f1qi0cs85yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ae8d0be4a3d207a81a88932ecbd5099251e257ee Should I wear a formal gown or a more casual dress for graduation? The choice between a formal gown or a more casual dress depends on your personal style and the dress code of your graduation event. Formal gowns offer a timeless and elegant look, while casual dresses provide a more relaxed vibe. It's crucial to review the dress code and event venue expectations to ensure that your attire aligns with the occasion's atmosphere. How can I accessorize my graduation dress? To elevate your graduation look, consider pairing your dress with matching heels or flats, a clutch or small purse, and tasteful jewelry like earrings, a necklace, or a bracelet. Additionally, a graduation cap or sash can be a sentimental accessory to complete your ensemble. Remember always to maintain a balance and not overpower your dress with excessive accessorizing, and choose pieces that complement your style and dress color. What if the dress I want is not available in my size? If a particular dress is out of stock or not available in your size, you can reach out to the retailer via customer service support for assistance. They may be able to suggest a similar dress in your size or inform you of when the desired size will be back in stock. Alternatively, you can explore other online stores or boutiques to find a suitable dress in your size. ​ https://preview.redd.it/zqno9bi95yic1.jpg?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=f5fded48d61ad7ead9db77ca505ce7ee91bfbfd2 Should I purchase a dress online or in-store? Both options have their pros and cons. Purchasing a dress in-store allows you to try it on, which can be helpful if you're unsure of your size. However, shopping online often provides a more extensive selection of styles and sizes at competitive prices. Be sure to refer to size guides, read reviews, and consider the return policy before making your purchase online to ensure satisfaction with your choice. How do I care for and maintain my graduation dress? Caring for and maintaining your graduation dress is essential to preserve its condition and longevity. Always refer to the care label for specific washing or dry-cleaning instructions. If your dress is delicate or requires special care, take it to a professional cleaner. Store your dress in a breathable garment bag or wrapped in acid-free tissue paper to protect it from dust and sunlight, and avoid hanging it by the straps or fabric to prevent stretching or damage. How can I create a cohesive look for graduation attire? To create a cohesive and polished graduation look, consider pairing your dress with matching heels or flats, a clutch or small purse, and tasteful jewelry that complements your dress color. Stick to a specific color palette or theme throughout your outfit, including your hair accessories, makeup, and nails, to ensure a cohesive appearance. Additionally, review your school's dress code and ceremony guidelines to ensure that your outfit aligns with the event requirements. As an Amazon™ Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. submitted by /u/SmalPlatypus to r/serpbest [link] [comments]

Linda Sherman then 27 years old and mother to a 9-year-old daughter, vanished on April 22nd, 1985 following an argument with her husband. No trace of her was found minus her car parked at the local airport. Five years later her skull appears on the grounds of a Mexican restaurant. Linda's killer and the rest of her body have never been found. This case is a re-write of my previous work and it's been updated with more information and to better fit my personal standards. I'm not the best with grammar and spelling and if you need to correct I am not offended. I also use initials and redactions to offer a thin layer of protection to friends/family involved. I encourage people to take my work if they wish! I would love credit but that's not my goal. I like to ask that you pretend a family member involved in the cases is going to read whatever you comment. Just a gentle reminder to be sensitive. Lastly, if you like to google cases but are worried about graphic visuals this case is safe. Key = Upstairs info means any source that is credible and Downstairs Info is any source that is second-hand. LE = Law Enforcement, POI = Person of Interest 7/10/2020\ I noticed Linda did not have a profile on Namus. So, I contacted the regional specialist to see if that was something that could be done. They said after they research it some more they might look into doing that! It is currently 7/15/2021 and I have received no updates nor do I see her in Namus. Feel free to help with this! How will we find her remains if no one knows to look for her?* The Story Linda Sue Sherman disappears on April 22nd, 1985 sometime around 6:00 PM. Most of the information we have is based on what Linda's husband says and according to him, Linda came home around 2:00 AM after her work shift. (Depending on the sources the times for the scenario change by a few hours) Donald Edward Sherman (Known as Don Sherman) said the pair had an argument that lasted until around 4:00 AM and it ended with Linda sleeping on the couch and Don sleeping in their bedroom. That day Linda did not wake to take their daughter P.S. to school. P.S. saw Linda laying on the couch with her face to the back. P.S. has said that it was very unusual that her father took her to school and that her mother didn't wake to even say goodbye and in some accounts, P.S. said that her mother wasn't moving. With next to few leads her case dwindles until years later on June 28, 1990, when her skull was discovered at a local Mexican restaurant. This also had no leads besides confirming her demise and pointing the investigation in the direction of homicide. The Story Expanded / Investigation (Usually I split this into segments and break down what LE has done for the case but it just didn't work out for this case!) April, 22nd, 1985 Linda arrives at her home around 2:00 AM from her work shift and engages in an argument with Don until around 4:00 AM where allegedly she sleeps on the couch and he sleeps in their bedroom. Also, according to Don, the argument had been about her affair. This home is a brick house in Vinita Park sometimes described as a five-room bungalow on a dead-end street, 8300 block of Monroe Avenue. According to the weather history, the daytime high would have been around 80 degrees with an unknown low. The weather was cloudy that day. Sunrise and Sunset were at 5:15 AM and 6:46 PM. Later that morning P.S. their daughter finds it unusual her mother does not wake nor take her to school. Don takes P.S. to school a chore that he rarely did and went to work. Later that day he returns home around 6:00 PM and according to Don his wife is running late for work and she was angry and antsy. Linda did not phone her older sister F.M. of [Redacted], Missouri and it was their custom to talk on the phone every night. Linda then goes to work around 6:00 PM with no witnesses seeing this event take place. Linda did not report to work and was not seen again. According to Don Sherman, Linda was wearing blue jeans, tennis shoes, a blue jersey emblazed with the number 76. Don did not report her missing until one full day later on April 24th and it was at the urging of Linda's family did he do so. Don stated that he waited because this behavior was typical for her and pointed out her overnight bag was gone. Investigators did say they had found evidence of some missing items from the home. The weather on this day would have been mostly cloudy, with some wind and some fair spots. The High was 70 with an unknown low but the average was 50. Linda did have a history of leaving and was having a confirmed by LE affair with a man from her work. This boyfriend had an alibi and was cleared from the investigation. This would have also been the day Linda's car would have been marked as parked over 24 hours at the airport. Linda's family however were very concerned because while Linda had a history of leaving she had never done so without P.S. Linda did not trust Don Sherman with their daughter as he had made threats to murder the entire family before. Linda's family also knew that Linda had been making plans to secure her independence from Don Sherman. Linda was routing her mail to her sisters and sending her paycheck money there and the family knew she was going to attempt to leave for good and they were aware of Linda's affair. Linda's last paychecks when to her sister's and brother-in-law's house. They kept them unopened for years in a file with all the newspaper clips they could on this case. The family began making major search efforts on their own and created flyers with 1,000 dollar rewards for information. One lead was found entirely on a hunch by Linda's brother-in-law S.M. and wife F.M. According to S.M. he thought about a story where the victims car appeared at the airport so the pair headed to the local airport in the evening (St. Louis Lambert Airport) to search the cars and there they found Linda's 1971 Volkswagon Beetle parked in short-term parking. No signs of a struggle and the doors were locked. The family said they could see school books and hat in the backseat of the car. The family was afraid her body would be in the trunk so they didn't touch anything and called for help. They called the airport security and they opened the front compartment trunk but nothing was inside. Allegedly, the trunk had been unlocked. The airport tracked the cars parked longer than 24 hours and this one was marked on April 24th. It is at this time LE suspect that Linda might have met with foul play. The airport had no records of a Linda Sue Sherman that had left on any airplanes. Linda's family points out the possibility of walking back to the Sherman home from the airport. According to google maps, this would have been a one-hour and thirty-minute walk. Michael Webb, the Vinita Park Police Cheif becomes the lead investigator for this case. Webb becomes obsessed and dedicated to this case. Starting from the start all over again he interviews everyone that he can. Webb is known to have studied this case in detail up until he died nearly twenty years later on February 4th, 2009. Webb was convinced Don Sherman had been the killer and he wanted justice for Linda and interviewed Don repetitively but no solid evidence ever surfaced even after one of Don't ex-girlfriends allegedly came forward to say that Don confessed to her murdering Linda. Family and friends involved in the case slowly began to live their lives as the case went cold. P.S. Did not live with her father but moved in with her maternal grandmother and saw Don Sherman only on the weekends. Don became depressed and began to heavily drink he was legally still married to Linda and he attempted to divorce her on the grounds that she was cheating and abandoned him. However, this was overturned, the judge saying they would wait until Linda was able to consent. No arrests were made in regards to this case but law enforcement did declare Don Sherman as the sole suspect of the case. The Skull Five years pass and on June, 28th,1990, a skull was found in Bridgeton, MO, and being held by St. Louis County Medical examiner's office. Two TWA flight attendants make the discovery from their table by the window around noon on a hot Thursday. According to historical weather, the high was 94 with a low of around 70 degrees. The weather was mostly cloudy. Sunrise and sunset were 5:40 AM and 8:31 PM. The flight attendants chose to have lunch at Casa Gallardo a chain Mexican restaurant. According to an employee of another location, this chain did not use any skull motifs in decorations. In my sources below, you can see this statement is true by an article talking about the closing of the restaurant as it has photos of the inside. This Casa Gallardo is now permanently closed and removed but at the time it was only 7 minutes from the airport the location had been on 12380, St. Charles Rock Road. The skull was spotted peeking out from beneath a yucca plant in a rocked landscape strip outside. The skull was positioned with the face at the window on the building's east side. Described as an ocher color with dirt lodged in the teeth and jawbone askew. 12:47 p.m. the manager was called over because the flight attendants assumed it was a prank. The manager pulled the blinds and called the police. The scene is described by the then-police chief W.M. “It’s a very well-manicured area. Plants and gravel and what have you. And the way it was situated, it would give one the impression that you know, somebody put it there so you would see it. During that time period, there was the relocating of a cemetery that was in the area, and a lot of bodies were being exhumed, graves were being moved, so it gives you the impression now that this may be a prank, and there would be no reason to suspect that there was any foul play.” - Unsolved Mysteries Gallery The LE took photographs and an anthropologist was consulted. They said the bones were of recent origin and female but nothing else could be determined. They did not declare a crime scene as nothing else had been disturbed. The event was classified as 'found human remains'. The LE dismissed the event as a prank. In the area, a local cemetery was being exhumed and moved. There had already been an incident with teens breaking into the area and taking photos of skeletons. Linda's skull was then taken to a morgue and sat on a shelf with no name. Don Sherman was at the Casa Gallardo that day in the evening after the event. This was one of his favorite drinking spots and he allegedly heard reports of the skull is found. “It was scary. And somebody that put those remains here at the restaurant obviously knew me or knew that I hung out there. We’re not talking about a place that I casually visited. We’re talking about a place that I would visit two, three times a week.” -Don Sherman Unsolved Mysteries Gallery Only 14 months later, on September 6, 1991, an unsealed envelope arrived Vanita Park Police department. Inside is a flyer from the restaurant dating it to the day the skull was found there. Some sources say it was a Superbowl flyer. One side of it in purple ink sometimes described as rubber-stamped was the sentence. "THE BRIDGETON POLICE HAVE L. SHERMAN'S SKULL." in capital letters. The LE matched Linda Sherman's dental records to the skull and it was a match. Unfortunately, the letter and skull were both voids of evidence. The letter had even been sent to an FBI crime lab in Washington. The investigation has now ruled a homicide. Don Sherman and P.S. were informed of the find and match at home. P.S. is now 16 years old and said that her father informed her by simply saying "They found your mom" and then he went to his room. P.S. had to learn of the details later from a cousin. January 05, 1993, LE seek help from the public by going to the news-press. "All Leads have been exhausted, Lt. Webb said. "but we have reason to believe that there are members of the public who may know something about it." - Police appeal for clues in 1985 Murder by Thom Gross. Webb was so desperate with any leads he would go to police conventions and pull aside famous detectives. They were not able to help with tips or ideas. When technology advanced enough Webb pursued soil sample tests that were on the skull. August 20th, 1999 The case and investigation are reopened. Linda's skull is exhumed from a grave near Fulton, Mo. Linda's skull was sent to Mercyhurst Archaeological Institute in Mercyhurst, Pa. The examination was lead by a soil scientist and forensic archaeologist. They hoped the trace evidence will help find Linda's full remains. They also send Linda's skull to the University Of Columbia, Missouri. They concluded the skull had been buried in a large wooded area in Missouri and that the plant matter that was found was common purple morning glory. Webb sent cadaver dogs to Perryville, Mo where he thought matched the description and a rumor. However, nothing turned up there. This town is outside of St. Louis. July 01-2nd, 2001 Lt. Webb appears to herald the rerun episode of "Unsolved Mysteries". I highly encourage you to watch this episode as it has interviews with Linda's family, P.S., and even Don Sherman. Currently, there have been no more leads and nothing to propel this case further. The lead investigator passed away, many of Linda's family pass away and Don Sherman relocated, remarried, became estranged from P.S., and also passed away. The surviving member P.S. relocated and now has her own daughter. Linda Sue Lutz Sherman Linda Sue Lutz Sherman is also known as Linda Sue Sherman. Linda does not have alias names but her name is often shortened into Linda Sue. Linda was born October, 19th 1958 in Saint Louis City, Missouri. Linda's death date is listed on her gravestone as April 22nd, 1985. Linda's skull was laid to rest in Steedman Cemetery in Steedman, Callaway County, Missouri. At the time of her disappearance, she was working at the U.S. Government Records Center in Saint Louis, Missouri. It has been renamed at National Personnel Records Center. Linda lived in Vinita Park, Missouri. Linda is sometimes described as sheltered, quiet, and reserved other times she's described as outgoing, classy, and athletic. She was the youngest of her large, religious and loving family of four older siblings. Linda's family advocated for her in her personal life and after her disappearance. Linda had dark brown hair cut into a popular layered bob style of the 1990s and she wore fashionable makeup of the time. Linda grew up in Florissant or by some accounts Dadebride Court in Ferguson. Attended McCluer High School in the Saint Louis area. This high school was where she met her future husband Don Sherman. Married February 10th, 1975, at Christ Memorial Baptist Church, Linda was 17 years old at the time. The wedding theme was powder blue and it was not a large ceremony. Afterward, they went to Noah's Ark Restaurant in Saint Louis, Missouri. They rented a home next to Linda's parents W.L. occupation of carpenter and E.L. occupation of homemaker. They are both now deceased and buried in the same cemetery as Linda. Later that year Linda gives birth to child P.M.S. around August but is determined to finish her education and relies on her mother to watch P.S. Linda graduated from high school and pursued more education. The couple often worked opposite shifts and this strains the marriage. Linda juggled many jobs over the years; Sears, Site Oil Company, and as a cocktail waitress at the Flaming Pit restaurant. Don Sherman was upset and jealous of Linda's job at the Flaming Pit and claimed she flirted with men and changed there. The marriage lasted 10 years even with the obsessive nature of Don and physical abuse. “Don was very possessive of her. ‘When I get off of work if I’m not home within five minutes, he wants to know what’s goin’ on, who are you seein’? What are you doin’ out that late?’ He was always hitting her and things just weren’t right.” - D.L. Linda's older brother Unsolved Mysteries Gallery Linda filed for divorce in October of 1977 and wanted to take them home and sole custody of her daughter. However, they reconciled in 1979 and moved to Vanita Park together into a five-room bungalow a short time after that. Then in 1980 Linda had a miscarriage or stillbirth and was diagnosed with epilepsy and seizures. The couple chose to not have any more children, something Don reportedly was upset with. This event seemed to be a catalyst for discontentment with the marriage. 1982 The marriage becomes strained again to the point Linda leaves the home into an apartment in Saint Ann, Missouri making sure to take their daughter with her. This year in September Linda files for protection from Don because he had threatened to murder-suicide the family and tampered with Linda's car. The protection was granted but it didn't last long. One month later Linda wrote a letter to the judge to discontinue it herself as they had reconnected. "Please acknowledge the fact that my husband, Donald E. Sherman, and myself, Linda S. Sherman, are presently working things out," Linda wrote the judge on Oct. 21, 1982. -Body Of Evidence Riverfront Times After their 10th wedding anniversary Linda planned to leave Don again but this time she wanted to make it permanent and she started to make quiet moves to do so safely. April 11th, 1985 she filed for divorce. F.V. was her attorney. "I just remember her as being very nice, very polite, and an attractive lady," he says. "She was not sophisticated or anything, but I think she was kind of classy... I remember her as having class and being a person of stature." -Body Of Evidence Riverfront Times In the early months of 1985 before she vanished Linda began to set up her life in such a way as to leave Don Sherman for good. April 11th she filed for divorce with her lawyer F.V. with the intent that the papers wouldn't be served until sometime later. Donald Edward Sherman Donald Edward Sherman with no known alias but the name is often shortened to just Don Sherman. Born April 6th, 1957 in Missouri and died May 7th, 2015 at 10:54 AM on Thursday at the Good Samaritan Regional Health Center in Mt. Vernon Illinois at the age of 58 years old. Don has sandy brown hair, one pierced ear, light-colored eyes, caucasian, and often sports beards with styled hair parted in the middle. Older photos show him with darker hair and mustaches. Don had continued to live in the home he had shared with Linda for nearly 14 years after her vanishment. In that time he had girlfriends and shared the home with them as well. Then he eventually moved and married. We know he lived in Nashville according to his obituary and then eventually Illinois with his new wife S.G. and her children J.G., R.G., and T.G. In Don's obituary, there is a mention of another daughter but the name is wrong and so is the hometown address. However, I assume this was supposed to mention daughter P.S. On Don's memorial page a virtual candle stays lit and its inscription reads, "One and only daughter". Don was also survived by 4 grandchildren; J.G., J.G., N.G., and E.G. A brother; K. Sherman of Missouri, and numerous friends. Don had other siblings but I do not know if they passed away or not. R. Sherman of Florissant MO, B. Sherman of Cool Valley Mo, and two sisters B.B/B.J. of St. Charles and lastly. P. Sherman of Florissant. Don was a manufacturing machinist and built things. Don liked to hunt and spend time with loved ones. Lastly, he was not laid to rest but instead cremated. Don had many jobs; gas station attendant, manufacturing machinist, and various factory work. Don was described as controlling, verbally abusive, physically abusive, and very jealous of Linda's family. Linda's brother said he would have fits if Linda and he went out to lunch. During the time of her disappearance, Don was working dayshift at a machine shop and according to him Linda started smoking again, wouldn't be at work when he called or didn't come home after her shifts. A truck driver friend of Don's confirmed an affair after seeing Linda with a co-worker. Don had wild theories about what happened to his wife and often convoluted the casework with them. Don seemed offended that the police had made him the main suspect of the case but other times seems to accept this. Only one week after Linda's vanishing he told the police that he had seen her in a truck or van with another man and she had ducked out of sight when he chased and yelled. Then on another occasion, he said she had been killed for her involvement in a cocaine ring at her workplace. This was his reasoning for why Linda's skull had been placed at his favorite restaurant because it was there to frame or intimidate him. Don would deflect the topic by saying things like "I don't remember exactly what was going through my head," he says now. "It's way too long ago to remember that." - Body of Evidence by the Riverfront Times. Don got a lawyer right away after Linda's vanishment and refused polygraph testing. The lawyer was F.A. but it was strange he chose this person as it was the same lawyer that represented his mother in a murder charge. Don's mother A.S. shot her husband on February 25th, 1974 in their family home. A.S. claimed someone was breaking into their house and the murder weapon was found in the air duct. A.S. served 6 months in jail. According to Don both, his parents were alcoholics and that was the real reason behind his father's murder. Don said his choice of a lawyer was simply because he knew him. Daughter Of Linda and Don Sherman P.M.S. was born in August of 1976. P.S. is now P.H. of Attica, Indiana. P.H. has blond hair, pale, eyes, is caucasian. P.H. has recurrent nightmares of the last day she had seen her mother. P.H. believes that her mother was already dead that morning when she lay on the couch with her face to the back. Though she is aware her father is the main suspect of this case she still hopes for closure and wants to bring all of her Mother's body home to rest. “In my heart, I think that he might’ve done it. You know, I can’t think of anybody else who would’ve.” -Interview from Unsolved Mysteries. Theories / Notes / Brainstorms This section in no way claims or accuses anyone of anything. All people are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. The theories reported in this section are exactly that. Just theories and reporting common ideas of the public. Alex from Unsolved Mysteries posted Linda's case to the Unsolved Mysteries Facebook. In there he expresses his opinion that Don killed his wife plain and simple. Many people agree with him and this is the top and most prevailing theory one even supported by Don's own daughter. Many spin off theories have come off of this main idea with thoughts like; Don had help hiding the body or maybe he threatened his daughter to keep quiet about certain details or information. Motivation theories on why range from jealously, to accidental, to possessiveness. Speaking of possessiveness while watching the Unsolved Case interview with Don Sherman I found it interesting that he shook his head no over most of what he was saying. Most of the time he used his wife's full name and just seemed overall distant. Strange for someone who was reported to have been so jealous his wife wasn't able to have lunch with her own brother. I hardly imagine a man this intense would be OK with his wife's disappearance and I feel like he'd search for her high and low out of needing to know where she was... unless... he already knows where she is. I got the distinct impression Don was the sort of person that wraps a tiny nugget of truth up into lies. If you watch or think of the case with that idea in mind it could conjure up some interesting theories. Such as he said he thought Linda's skull was placed at his favorite restaurant as a way to intimidate him or frame him. What if that is a half-truth? What if it was done by someone he knew to make sure he had an alibi for when it was found? Most people were also very convinced that Linda was already dead or dying that morning when P.H. went to school and saw her on the couch. Considering P.H. still has nightmares about this moment it's implied that she agrees with this theory. Most people agree that the motivation for Linda's skull reappearing seemed to be out of the need to prove her death for their marriage to finally dissolve. Leaving Don legally able to pursue marriage. However, most missing persons are declared dead after a certain period of time. Why the need to speed up this process when the average declared time period is 7 years? A.N.Sherman is Don Sherman's mother who lived in Bridgeton Missouri and was formerly of Crosstown Missouri. A.S. died June 6th, 1996 at the DePaul Health Center, St. Louis Missouri. Wife of C.K.S. whom she murdered. A.S. has three sons and two daughters. A.S. lived in Bridgeton Missouri and that is the same town where Linda's skull had been found at Don's favorite drinking restaurant. The Casa Gallardo would have been a roughly estimated 29-minute walk or 4-minute drive from A.S. house. Also, Linda's car had been found in short-term parking at the Lambert airport. That probably would have been terminals 1 or 2. These terminals are a roughly estimated 5-minute drive or a 30-60 min walk to A.S.'s house. The address A.S. had listed in '93 according to the census is 12001 Farnclar Dr. Bridgeton Mo and it no longer exists due to the airport expansion, which is why I feel it's safe and fair to share this location. I don't often bring spiritualism into a case but I went to sleep thinking about Linda. That night I dreamt that Don packed Linda's body up into a suitcase and put her in her car and drove her to the airport. It reminded me when I woke up that Don had made it a point to investigators that Linda's overnight bag and items were missing. I wonder how large this bag was and if any other luggage was missing. Anything large enough to hide a petite woman? Linda's car had been found with the trunk compartment unlocked at short-term parking but the car doors locked. Lastly, it was reported that Don lawyered up very quickly and that he used the very same lawyer that had gotten his mother off on murder charges. Don was asked why he used that lawyer and he said it was because he knew him and no other reason. That lawyer advised Don to never take any polygraphs and it was advice he followed. Was Linda's favorite color blue? It's a random thought but the outfit she went missing in is blue, the photos she is most often seen in shows her with blue eyeshadow and a blue turtle neck. Also, I wonder what sports jersey she was wearing? Was it a Royals jersey? This is something good to document if we can get her a profile on Namus. If this is indeed the outfit she was murdered in perhaps she was buried in it as well so if her remains are found it could help identify her. Did Don lie to his new wife about the details of his daughter? Why would his obit have wrong information then and even be included in the obit? Conclusion The key to this case is going to be a witness or finding the rest of the body. So, if you have any information or a tip, please call the Vinita Park Police Department in Vinita Park, Missouri, (314) 428-7373 or call Unsolved Mysteries at 1-800-876-5353 (If you call the unsolved it just growls at you. It's now a disconnected number.) Also, if you can please share her story! I know I usually say fliers but this time... she has NONE. I would love to try and get her into Namus or other missing person sites. How can you find a body if nobody knows your looking for it? 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​ IWC Portofino Chronographs (one with black croc strap & silver/gold detailing; one with brown croc strap and all silver detailing) ​ Happy New Year everyone!!! I graduated from university and started working full-time about a year ago, and am now interested in buying my first high-quality, “expensive” tier watch. I am looking for a stylish watch with a leather strap that can be worn with business casual and formal clothes. ​ Thus far, I own a Victorinox Swiss Army Night Vision with a stainless steel band (originally $700) and a Burberry The City watch with a brown and Burberry patterned leather strap (originally under $500 I believe). Please see the picture of my old watches below: ​ Old Watches: Victorinox Swiss Army Night Vision & Burberry The City ​ I am now interested in purchasing a new watch for around $5,000 USD. After searching both online and in-store, I’ve narrowed down the search to two brands and models that are somewhat within my price range: the IWC Schaffhausen Portofino Chronograph and the Breitling Navitimer 1 Chronograph. I have attached pictures of the specific watches I tried on below. The two watches both appeal to me, but for different reasons: ​ IWC Portofino Chronograph The IWC Portofino Chronograph has a more elegant, refined look with the simple yet beautiful white face and the striking brown crocodile strap (one of my favorite aspects). The white face/brown strap combo is a color combination I’ve been interested in purchasing for quite some time. I wear suits often for work and the Portofino seems like a great dress watch, as well as a watch I can wear with nicer outfits for a classy, elegant touch. I am skeptical about the dark brown leather strap not matching easily with other color shoes and belts, however (would welcome advice on this point - supposedly the black notches on the croc strap help with that). I am also skeptical that the Portugieser seems to be IWC's leading model, while the Portofino is not as highly regarded. IWC also doesn’t have the name recognition of other brands like Rolex, Patek, Breitling, A. Lange & Sohne, etc. so I’m not sure if it’s the right brand to go with. My local jeweler is pricing the Portofino shown in the pictures below at around $4,500 - $4,800 (15% to 20% discount). ​ Pros: simple, elegant, beautiful design gorgeous brown crocodile strap clean look that matches most outfits without dominating great dress watch to pair with suits Cons: IWC doesn’t have the name recognition of other brands simple design is easily replicated by other brands? Portofino isn’t as highly reputed as IWC’s main seller, the Portugieser (please advise me if you think I should consider the Portugieser instead of the Portofino. The Portofino seems to be sleeker and is cheaper but the Portugieser is the common consensus winner. I think they're both beautiful) Pictures: IWC Portofino Chronograph with brown crocodile strap IWC Portofino Chronograph on wrist (face covered by plastic wrap) IWC Portofino Chronograph on wrist (face covered by plastic wrap) ​ Breitling Navitimer Chronograph The Breitling Navitimer 1 has an iconic, striking face that catches your eye the moment you see it. In contrast, the calf skin strap is rather subdued, and I don’t loooove the white stitching on it. I’ve considered switching the calf skin strap with a crocodile strap, but since the dial is already so busy, I’m unsure if a crocodile strap with the eye-catching Breitling face would be overkill. The black/black face and strap combination looks awesome, but is definitely more of a sporty look than the IWC’s clean elegance. I’m sure it would look great with a suit, and it is indubitably a unique and beautiful piece of jewelry, but I am wary of it “dominating” outfits with its eye-catching looks or clashing with other patterns I am wearing. Finally, does it look too much like a “pirate” watch with all the intricate markings (flight computer)? My apologies if this seems like a stupid or frivolous question; I don’t have much experience with watches. Overall, the Breitling looks incredibly cool in person, but seems more like a “guys” watch to wear with more casual outfits. For perspective, my sister and my mom prefer the IWC, while my dad prefers the Breitling. My local jeweler quoted the Breitling in the pictures below somewhere between $5,400 and $5,800 (he quoted a 15% discount). ​ Pros: Iconic, eye-catching design Brand reputation that can be easily recognized from design Unique look that pairs easily with most outfits Design is distinct from other watch brands that offer models Cons: Dominates outfits with eye-catching design Has a unique look, but might not offer the simplicity and elegance that the IWC does Seems more like a sport watch than a dress watch, although the leather/croc strap helps with that Pictures: Breitling Navitimer 1 Chronograph (Special Edition) with black calf leather strap Breitling Navitimer 1 Chronograph (Special Edition) with black calf leather strap Breitling Navitimer 1 Chronograph (Special Edition) on person Breitling Navitimer 1 Chronograph (Special Edition) Link to similar Breitlings in price range: https://www.breitling.com/us-en/watches/navitimer-1/?search%5Bprices%5D%5B%5D=0-6999&search%5Bref%5D= ​ Others (IWC Portugieser?) If you’d like to recommend other comparable watch brands and models, please feel free to do so. I'd love to hear arguments for Portofino vs Portugieser. In general, I’d love to hear any advice you may have for a fledgling watch collector looking to upgrade his collection in a big way. ​ Bottom Line I want to invest in a quality timepiece I can wear with nice/fancy clothes and suits, as my current watches cover casual outfits quite well. The elegance and beauty of the IWC beckons to me, while the iconic design of the Breitling pulls me in the other direction. If I had the money I’d buy them both, but sadly I don’t. ​ Please help me make this crucial decision; I appreciate any advice, thoughts, and comments you may have. To be completely honest, I care more about the looks of the watch than the making (or timekeeping ability) of it, although both aspects are important to me. Please don't judge me for that, as I am a watch novice :-D Thanks for bearing with my excessively long post and lack of knowledge on the subject!!! ​ Which is better, the IWC or the Breitling? Let me know if you think the IWC Portugieser is worth the extra money over the IWC Portofino, and why! submitted by /u/aloo_kobe to r/Watches [link] [comments]

Welcome back to the final episode of “YOU’VE RUINED MY FAMILY!!!” Thanks to u/poppycaulk and u/Yarnie2015 for the perfect nickname for MIL: Joan Crayford! It’s classic and encompasses all the wannabe bougie crazy within that 5’2 body! When last we left off, the boys had returned home and had some family therapy sessions. Weeks after the worst night ever my BF encouraged me to try to talk to his mom. Let’s begin. So I agreed to give it a chance, for him because he still has to live with her and if it will make things easier for him, fuck it. Why not? It won’t hurt me any because I simply don’t care what she thinks about me. There is a slight complication (to me at least). You see, on this week of the talk, I was previously invited to a holiday orchestra concert of the symphony of our city. I had agreed to go a month ago but wasn’t sure whether or not that invitation still stood considering the events which had recently unfolded. BF said I was still invited and encouraged me to come. Being the wonderful GF I am, I agreed. (This whole orchestra invite thing was a whole other headache a month prior because JC bought tickets for her, BF, BIL, and me AS WELL AS my parents and little bro. She assumed everyone is like her and would LOOOVE to go to the orchestra!! My family said no thank you and that the orchestra is simply not their thing. Fair right? In my household an invitation is simply an invitation. You don’t have to go. It’s a choice. SHE. LOST. HER. SHIT. To her this was a smack in the face as though they rejected a gift. Bitch! You shouldn’t just assume people will do what you say! It’s your own damn fault! The only reason I agreed to go was for BF!) So the night starts off with me arriving at their house 10 mins before I was told to because I am prompt. I looked amazing. I made sure to buy a brand new outfit and accessories because if this bitch wants to hate I should at least look my best! Anyways, we have a reservation for dinner at some restaurant she loves (it’s a fine dining restaurant that we went to a month before for her and BF’s bdays. I wasn’t impressed. The chicken was dry and overpriced (or maybe it was because she had embarrassed us by calling ahead so the restaurant would decorate the table with birthday confetti and flowers just for her and proceeded to do the exact same thing I called her out on a month later which was making fun of BF to embarrass him). We ended up getting a massive free gift card because she complained about the food which is why we were going back there tonight cause it was essentially paid for). The reservation is for 6 o’clock. I arrive at 5:20. BF, BIL, and I are all ready. Guess who isn’t? So we wait. And we wait. It’s now 5:50 and we start getting very annoyed. BF: MOM! THE RESERVATION IS FOR 6! HURRY UP! Joan Crayford: I’M COMING!!! Now you may have noticed…there has been no talk between she and I. I’m still stuck in my defensive “this bitch ruined Christmas, told me I ruined her family, and threatened her son” mode. I’m uncomfortable to say the least and she isn’t endearing me to her by making us late. I’m wondering when exactly this “talk” is supposed to happen because right now the walls I have up rival Gondor. I look at BF and BIL and I tell them I’ll wait in the car. BIL follows me. Cue BF yelling again that we’re all getting into the car and she needs to hurry. Finally 5 mins later she comes down, gets into the backseat, and starts complaining that we’re going to be late. BF: Yeah I wonder why? I already called the restaurant and told them we’d be 20 mins late! JC: Oh that’s good…HI SLAINTEBOYO!!! OK…so you just gonna act like nothing happened huh? Me: (in the front seat next to BF)… Hi… JC: I haven’t seen you in a while! Me:… She then goes on to look at her phone and I begin talking to BF and BIL about some common interest we all have. Anyways before too long we make it to the restaurant. JC: OH WE HAVE TO TAKE PICTURES!!! BF and BIL: …are you serious we’re already fuckin late thanks to you JC: It’ll be quick! Slainteboyo you stand in the middle!!! …jesus fuckin Christ lady … I stand in the middle, turned away from her, and death glare the camera. The picture is taken. BF: Ok let’s go. JC: ONE MORE! Me: No we’re late. So we walk away into the restaurant. And we meet their family friend inside. This is the family friend they’ve been having mediate their therapy sessions with. I think she has some counseling background but who knows. She seemed nice enough. Anyways I won’t bore you with the dinner. It went off pretty easily without drama. The friend openly sympathized with me having been with my BF and thus his family for 3 years. She knew JC and she knew I had a lot to deal with. She was cool, I liked her. JC of course couldn’t resist a chance for a free anything so she loudly proclaims that her son “JUST GRADUATED FROM LAW SCHOOL!!!”…It’s almost been a year, JC. BF is embarrassed but hey she got her free congratulatory desert. Anyways, now, thanks to her making us late for dinner, we’re running late to the orchestra concert that she so desperately wanted to see because “it’s tradition” (it’s not) and she is a classy woman (she’s not). She and her friend take a different car and the boys and I ride together. The show went well except for the addition of her bitch ass man-hoe (which I will touch on in my next story) who we didn’t know was invited and didn’t want to see. It was pretty boring honestly. I like the symphony, ballet, and opera but…listening to an orchestral concert devoted to Christmas tunes just makes me feel like I’m trapped in a Macy’s dressing room. BF and I just shared a jack and coke and giggled the entire time. And it’s over! Time to leave! Again we take separate cars. The boys and I blasted 80s ballads and had a great time on the drive home. We arrive back at their place and again I realize…Where the fuck was this talk? I basically said 5 words to her this entire time. She was acting like nothing fucking happened. I told BF and he implored me to wait for her to get back. 30 mins later she arrives and she’s all giggles and happiness. I’m just like…so…BF? What are we doing here? Then he asks her if she’s ready to talk? She says sure! We start going into the issue of what happened the night of. She’s laughing it off… What? Why are you laughing? Your son and I are dead serious and trying to have an adult conversation with you. BF: Mom we’re here to have a serious conversation. Slainteboyo came here to talk this out. JC: HAHAHAHA why are you all so serious?? Me: I was very hurt and offended by the way you screamed at me on the phone that night. You told me I ruined your family. JC: *laughs* well you offended me by what you said! Me: Why are you laughing? I came here because you wanted to talk. If you’re just going to laugh like a child and not take this seriously what’s the point? BF: Mom seriously. Stop acting like this is a joke. She came here to solve this with you. JC: *laughs* ok what do you wanna talk about? Me:…I already told you the way you screamed at me on the phone was incredibly inappropriate and wrong. JC: *laughs* well sorry you feel that way! *laughs* I didn’t like how you told me to talk to my son *laughs* It’s ridiculous! Me: Look you aren’t taking this seriously at all. BF: Mom we’re trying to have a conversation! Can’t you just open up and be serious for a second? This isn’t a game! We’re trying to move past this like you wanted! JC: *laughs* it’s like she thinks she’s your mother or something *laughs* ME: Why am I here? You clearly don’t give a shit. Your son and I are talking to you like adults and trying to have a constructive discussion with you and you’re sitting over there acting like a child. BF: What’s wrong with you, mom? You tell me you want to have this talk and now you’re acting like a coward with your guards up. It’s like you’re afraid to open up and be real! JC: YOU KNOW WHAT?!! I DON’T HAVE TO SIT HERE WITH YOU TWO GANGING UP ON ME!! FUCK THIS!! I’M DONE!!! And with that, she stomped upstairs! Who could’ve predicted that?!! BF and I look at each other. I open my bottle of pinot that I brought over because I’m a classy lady who was raised right even if I didn’t want to bring a gift. I pour myself and BF a glass. BF: *sigh* Look just stay here. I’m gonna bring her down again. Like I said in part 2, he’s good at dealing with her brand of crazy. I shamelessly listened at the bottom of the stairs as he went to fetch her. She had gotten into the shower and proceeded to scream at him that we’re ganging up on her! This isn’t fair! Nobody wants to listen to her! Bitch what? You haven’t said anything! Anyways. I’m now 2 glasses in and he comes down and says she’ll be down shortly for round 2. …Yay… So she comes down, he pours her a glass of the wine I brought, and round 2 begins. BF: Say what you wanna say. JC: I don’t appreciate you talking about how I talk to my son and trying to be his mother. Me: Well, I don’t agree with how you talk to your son but how the fuck am I trying to be his mother? JC: You have no place to tell me how to talk to my son! BF: Look, I should have spoken up for myself in that moment. Slainteboyo stood up for me and it should have been me to do it. In the future, I will express myself better so that Slainteboyo doesn’t feel the need to come to my rescue. Me: I’d say that’s fair. So long as it gets said I won’t feel the need to express it myself. JC: You need to stop trying to replace me! Me: What? JC: You’re acting like you’re his mother! You want to replace me! Now, I’d like to take a quick moment to tell you that I have been aware that this bitch thinks we are in competition. It has been apparent to me for quite some time. Literally at her bday dinner a month before she said in front of both her sons “you know, slainteboyo, I’ll always be his first. I’m the first love of his life. I’m his mother” (to which I told her ok…and I’m the woman he’s in love with and wants to spend his life with so…BF backed me up on it). I’m pretty certain she has a Jocasta complex. She has multiple times commented in a weird way about how he looks so good and she has even said the gross “If I wasn’t your mother!”. Just kill me. So when she started on that whole me trying to replace her bullshit again I just couldn’t help myself. Me: Oh please! I don’t want to be his mother! The things I do to and for him aren’t the responsibilities of a mother! That’s disgusting! I have my own place as the woman he loves and I’m damn good at it! BF: Mom …slainteboyo doesn’t want to be you. That’d be fucking gross considering our relationship. She realized she lost that round of argument and we had solved one of her main issues of me not interfering with how she talks to her sons. So long as BF stands up for himself when she say rude shit then I have no need to. To this day I haven’t had the need to stick up for him again. Possibly because I limit my time with her but he’s also ready to stand up for himself. Good man. The second and more confusing grievance she had against me, especially considering how she had screamed at me that I ruined her family like I was demon spawn, was: JC: I’m upset because slainteboyo and I don’t have a good relationship! YOU DON’T FUCKIN SAY!!! Me: um… JC: In my culture, a MIL and DIL are best friends! She doesn’t just come over to the house to see her BF! She wants to spend alone time with her MIL and do things like shopping and pampering together! So if ya’ll have read the previous parts as well as my first story I decide to bring my grievances up with regards to why I haven’t been close to her. Me: Well honestly, with everything you’ve done to me why would I want to have a close relationship with you? Just a few weeks ago you literally SCREAMED at me that I ruined your family just because I defended your son! Why would I want to have a relationship with somebody who would talk to me like that? JC: Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled…But you- Me: Beyond that, a bit over a year ago, you came to BF and I laughing about some “dream” you had where you saw me throwing up my food like a bulimic. This was incredibly hurtful because you know I have an eating disorder. Why would that be funny to you? JC: But I saw you Me: What? JC: I mean it was a while ago but didn’t I see you throwing up? Me: No! You didn’t! I’m not even bulimic! Now you’re getting your own story wrong! You said it was a dream now you making up that you actually saw me! JC: Maybe I have it mixed up… Me: YEAH! YOU DO! You have never seen me throwing up food. I do not do that. Stop lying about me and joking about my eating disorder. Why would I want a close relationship with somebody who says shit like that??? JC:….maybe you’re right BF: No she is right. If you want a close relationship with her you need to cut this shit. We’re both adults. You need to stop treating us like children. JC: If you both do better I will do better for you as well. This is about as good as it was gonna get honestly. It was better than where we started so BF and I just said sure. I wouldn’t need to talk about how she talks to him since he would do that himself and that was my biggest issue. I didn’t really need an apology about the whole “dream throwing up” thing from over a year ago because I had just gotten to get it off my chest myself in a way that made me feel better. Her apology would’ve been hollow anyways. JC: I want a close MIL and DIL relationship with you, slainteboyo Me: Look. Honestly, I can’t do that right now. The amount of walls I have up right now are too much for us to be close. I am very guarded from everything that has transpired. In the future it is possible. It will be very slow going but I’m not going to say it is impossible so long as there is personal growth on both sides (I say both sides but bitch I mean you. You gotta grow. Cause you are crazy and this is the most diplomatic as I can be for BF’s sake) JC: Ok… BF: Well I think that went better than expected! While it honestly just created a tentative level of peace, I was happy that I got to say all that was on my mind with regards to what she had done to me in the past. And the only reason I did it was for BF’s sake so the fact that he was happy made it worth it. I wasn’t any warmer with her when I saw her but it was civil. Of course this was in December. It’s summer. I have more stories! Tomorrow, since I touched on it in this part, I’ll discuss the beginning, middle, and possible on-going saga of Joan Crayford’s bitch ass man-hoe! Complete with me almost pulling a gun on a crazy bitch who surprisingly isn’t JC! Thanks for reading! I hope your llamas are satiated for now! submitted by /u/slainteboyo to r/JUSTNOMIL [link] [comments]

So Reality Steve has been releasing Arie's girls as he sees them. I will use this week's theorycrafting post to list out who they are thus far and to give you completely accurate information about their lives. But I want to spice it up a bit, so I'll play two truths and a lie for each of them. Bonus points if you can guess the lies. 1) Chelsea Roy: chelsea_roy_ Dear Chelsea here is 29 years old and has a three year old son named Sammy who will totally not come up at all during the show no siree. She is from Maine, and has a ridiculous cold tolerance judging by how many bikini photos she has on Maine beaches. 2) Lauren Schleyer: laurenschleyer Lauren is 31 and works at AT&T as the social media manager. She went to Baylor and as a result is related to Chip and Joanna Gaines. Hopefully she makes it to hometowns so we see them on the show. Reality Steve says her tweets are pretty funny, but then didn't link any so I'll assume he's just blowing smoke out his ass. 3) Maquel Cooper: maquelx Maquel (seriously wtf) is 23 and "models". She was married to the son of a super rich family but then got divorced last year. She's best friends with someone from DWTS (who cares) but supposedly is unable to dance due to a surgical screwup that swapped the big toes on her feet. I hope it comes out on the show. 4) Tia Booth: tiarachel91 Tia is bffls with Raven. She is 28 and a physical therapist. Steve says that there is something to do with an ex back home, so you know that we'll here about how he was unable to satisfy her and how she's never had an orgasm or whatnot. But I'm not convinced that she isn't actually Raven. I mean there are pictures of them together, but those could be photoshopped. It's instagram, anything is possible. 5) Caroline Lunny: carolinelunny Caroline is a realtor in Florida (do I smell love with her and RE already?) She was a former Ms. Massachusetts that year which was a real pain for her because she had to change her name and everything. She graduated from Suffolk University and is actually a 60 year old implanted into a 25 year old body because usually you wait until your 2nd hip surgery before moving down to Ft. Lauderdale. 6) Rebecca Kufrin: bkoof She goes by Becca, and is 27. Her mom survived breast cancer and her dad died 8 years ago so get ready for that one episode where RE totally muffs the emotional aspect. She works at Skyaa, which is a company I don't know but has a name that sounds like an eagle is saying it so that's pretty rad I guess. She won Instagram's award for having coolest username. Also her dog and Rachel's dog are related (2nd cousins). 7) Jenna Cooper: jennacooperfit Oh boy a fitness trainer who wants to have a youtube presence? Color me shocked. But in all seriousness, Steve trashed this 29 year old fitness instructor for this video but I thought it was sweet. She definitely does have a case of the crazy eyes though. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Fuck, now I'm gonna have a smiley blonde trainer waiting for me at my car to shove a shake down my throat. I didn't mean it I swear! 8) Valerie Biles: valeriebiles This 25 year old lives in Nashville and is a marketing coordinator at Twin Peaks (for those of you who don't know, it's like Hooters). Steve called it one of the greatest restaurants ever, and honestly I'd much rather make fun of him for that than call out any egregiousness in Valerie's profile so way to keep it classy Steve. Also she will have red hair on the show. 9) Marikh Mathias: maroosworld This 27 year old is the director of social branding at some company in Salt Lake City. I was unaware that anything happened in Salt Lake City aside from Gordon Hayward leaving and Not Drinking, but we have two people from Utah this year so far so neato on her front. She also models and has an IMDB page, which is behind as I hear that she is going to show up on Quantico as Priyanka Chopra's evil twin on an episode. 10) Lauren Burnham: laureneburnham Another Lauren B who is blonde. Wow ABC, think you can mix it up a bit? This 25 year old works at Vonage in the sales department, so that really doesn't help at all with specificity. She also went to med school and then got a BA in Psych so that feels a little backwards. I actually had her call me once because Vonage was offering a deal so that's pretty neat. 11) Kendall Long: keykendall88 So Kendall here works as a set dresser in LA, but that is not even the coolest part of her bio. She has a twin sister named Kylie. You can't make this shit up. She also plays the ukelele and sings (which you know will happen at least once) and actually worked on the Kardashian 10 year anniversary. Also she and Kendall Jenner have the same birthday. This is so fucking weird you guys. I honestly hope she gets notoriety from this show so her and the Kardashians can hang out together. 12) Bibiana Julian: bibi_julz Bibiana (or Bibi as I will call her from here on out) is actually related to Bibi Netanyahu (her dad and him are cousins) and her dad decided to name her after him. She's 30, and she is an Executive assistant at MTV (for those of you unfamiliar, she's like a secretary/personal assistant/smorgasbord). She was also voted Sexist Cheerleader of 2006 according FHM, a fact that Steve could quote from memory. 13) Seinne Fleming: seinneceleste This 27 year old graduated from Y A L E and is a property manager somewhere in California. Steve posted no other facts about her so I'll say that she looks so much like Jubilee that I did a double take and thought they were bringing Jubilee back. I was gonna make some joke about how they're actually related but then I was like "Jubilee is awesome I'm not going to trash Jubilee" so there you go, now you understand my though processes. 14) Jenna Delaney: jennyddesigns Steve only posted one picture (nice digging, buddy), but this 27 year old hails from the Windy city after bouncing between TCU and Columbia College Chicago. She manages a graphic design site where she specifies that she is a "terrible dancer, loves card games" and has "never had ketchup" which is obviously important to graphic design. 15) Bri Amaranthus: briamaranthus Bri here is a segment reporter for Comcast SportsNet Northwest and also covers the Oregon Ducks. One of my friends who works sports in the Oregon area has met this girl and says she's really nice, and even linked me to a video of one of her segments. She seems pretty good at her job. He also said that these kinds of jobs are typically given to reasonably attractive graduates whom they can pay next to nothing, so if she's looking for an opportunity to shill and maybe move up, this seems like the ticket. 16) Jacqueline Trumbull: trubullina Jackie here works as a clinical research coordinator at Mt. Sinai in New York. She seems like a nice lady, even though there is literally nothing about her. She's looking for jobs in research and mental health. She could be the next Taylor? 17) Bekah Martinez: whats_ur_sign Bekah here (different from Becca before) is a nanny living and working in LA who recently got accepted to UC Irvine to major in art. Apparently also she doesn't own any bras. What a coincidence, I don't own any bras either. #freethenipple 18) Brittany Taylor: ohhaybtay Brittany works for Google, and lives in Austin, TX. She works in talent acquisition there, and is a fan of scootering around the new Austin building on Fridays. She has a knack for finding pools on the top of buildings, which is super dope and I want that in my life. She also has a cute corgi. 19) Lauren Jarreau: LaurenJ225 Lauren is 33 years old and lives in Baton Rouge. She used to work in Vegas as a server at a luxury hotel, and has done some modeling in the past, but moved back to Baton Rouge to pursue work in the psychological field. 20) Britt Johnson thebrittdoll Britt was apparently on the same show that both Lucas and Blake were on, the "Ex Isle". Although I don't think she was dating either one of them. She was even on Blake's season! 21) Amber Wilkerson: everyonceinastyle This 29 year old fashion blogger/spray tanner (not joking on that one) hails from Denver CO, where business is really booming. She offers a deal where if you buy weed from the dispensary next door, you get 50% off a spray tan. As a result, multiple people have passed out in her booths. But business is still good. She also has a hilarious instagram name. 22) Annaliese Puccini: annaliesep This actress/writer lives in LA (shocker) and has a video on Funny or Die, which you can watch here. It's okay. I'd give it a funny. 23) Krystal Nielson: kdollfit It's Krystal with a y and she'll suplex you if you get it wrong. This lady here went to Boise State for Communications then UCLA for broadcasting with the hopes of making it as an entertainment reporter, but found a passion in fitness and has competed in many fitness competitions. She currently works in San Diego as an Orange Theory coach, which is the equivalent of being one of those MLM leaders but for fitness instead of Amway beauty products. 24) Ali Harrington: ali_harrington_ This 25 year old OU graduate works at Trunk Club in Dallas. For those of you who don't know (me), Trunk Club is a site that provide personal stylists for people who want/need them. Her outfits are pretty on point, so I could see why she would do that. 25) Ashley Luebke: ashleyluebke This girl is destined for RE if only because she also has that weird spelling in her last name. Luebke and Luyendyk, it's perfect. Anyways, she's 25 and works as a real estate agent in Palm Beach. She also looks a lot like Thandie Newton, so she's got that going for her, especially in this picture. 26) Jessica Carroll: jesscarrolltv She's got a tv at the end of her instagram so you guessed it, she's a TV personality. She also kinda looks like Olivia. But she's from Canada. Aussie Bach fans might recognize her as her stint as Lauren from Matty J's season, which begs the question why is she even on here since she's got a man (yeah I spoiled it but if you haven't been keeping up for the past 3 months then I don't know what to tell you). Oh yeah and she's 26 and living in LA, so she fits right in with the other girls. 27) Nysha Norris: nyshaxoxo This 30 year old nurse lives in Anderson, SC. I have no idea where that is. She's put all her social media on lockdown, and even with that she barely posts which means that she is way too well adjusted to go on this show. 28) Olivia Goethals: oliviagoethals This 23 year old from Naperville, IL has amazing fucking hair. Like seriously, her hair is so amazing. If she continues on this show, I guarantee you every single episode I will say "Wow Olivia has amazing hair" at least once. She works at Agency360, which is some sort of marketing agency in Chicago. She played softball at North Central College, so she stayed pretty local. 29) Lauren G. That's all I got. Steve you dirty fucking liar, you need to give more than just a name and where she lives (California obviously). Apparently she works as a recruiter but I don't know. Anyways, those are the girls. That's it. No spoilerino. Enjoy :D submitted by /u/RampagingKoala to r/thebachelor [link] [comments]

So Reality Steve has been releasing Arie's girls as he sees them. I will use this week's theorycrafting post to list out who they are thus far and to give you completely accurate information about their lives. But I want to spice it up a bit, so I'll play two truths and a lie for each of them. Bonus points if you can guess the lies. 1) Chelsea Roy: chelsearoy Dear Chelsea here is 29 years old and has a three year old son named Sammy who will totally not come up at all during the show no siree. She is from Maine, and has a ridiculous cold tolerance judging by how many bikini photos she has on Maine beaches. 2) Lauren Schleyer: laurenschleyer Lauren is 31 and works at AT&T as the social media manager. She went to Baylor and as a result is related to Chip and Joanna Gaines. Hopefully she makes it to hometowns so we see them on the show. Reality Steve says her tweets are pretty funny, but then didn't link any so I'll assume he's just blowing smoke out his ass. 3) Maquel Cooper: maquelx Maquel (seriously wtf) is 23 and "models". She was married to the son of a super rich family but then got divorced last year. She's best friends with someone from DWTS (who cares) but supposedly is unable to dance due to a surgical screwup that swapped the big toes on her feet. I hope it comes out on the show. 4) Tia Booth: tiarachel91 Tia is bffls with Raven. She is 28 and a physical therapist. Steve says that there is something to do with an ex back home, so you know that we'll here about how he was unable to satisfy her and how she's never had an orgasm or whatnot. But I'm not convinced that she isn't actually Raven. I mean there are pictures of them together, but those could be photoshopped. It's instagram, anything is possible. 5) Caroline Lunny: carolinelunny Caroline is a realtor in Florida (do I smell love with her and RE already?) She was a former Ms. Massachusetts that year which was a real pain for her because she had to change her name and everything. She graduated from Suffolk University and is actually a 60 year old implanted into a 25 year old body because usually you wait until your 2nd hip surgery before moving down to Ft. Lauderdale. 6) Rebecca Kufrin: bkoof She goes by Becca, and is 27. Her mom survived breast cancer and her dad died 8 years ago so get ready for that one episode where RE totally muffs the emotional aspect. She works at Skyaa, which is a company I don't know but has a name that sounds like an eagle is saying it so that's pretty rad I guess. She won Instagram's award for having coolest username. Also her dog and Rachel's dog are related (2nd cousins). 7) Jenna Cooper: jennacooperfit Oh boy a fitness trainer who wants to have a youtube presence? Color me shocked. But in all seriousness, Steve trashed this 29 year old fitness instructor for this video but I thought it was sweet. She definitely does have a case of the crazy eyes though. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Fuck, now I'm gonna have a smiley blonde trainer waiting for me at my car to shove a shake down my throat. I didn't mean it I swear! 8) Valerie Biles: valeriebiles This 25 year old lives in Nashville and is a marketing coordinator at Twin Peaks (for those of you who don't know, it's like Hooters). Steve called it one of the greatest restaurants ever, and honestly I'd much rather make fun of him for that than call out any egregiousness in Valerie's profile so way to keep it classy Steve. Also she will have red hair on the show. 9) Marikh Mathias: maroosworld This 27 year old is the director of social branding at some company in Salt Lake City. I was unaware that anything happened in Salt Lake City aside from Gordon Hayward leaving and Not Drinking, but we have two people from Utah this year so far so neato on her front. She also models and has an IMDB page, which is behind as I hear that she is going to show up on Quantico as Priyanka Chopra's evil twin on an episode. 10) Lauren Burnham: laureneburnham Another Lauren B who is blonde. Wow ABC, think you can mix it up a bit? This 25 year old works at Vonage in the sales department, so that really doesn't help at all with specificity. She also went to med school and then got a BA in Psych so that feels a little backwards. I actually had her call me once because Vonage was offering a deal so that's pretty neat. 11) Kendall Long: keykendall88 So Kendall here works as a set dresser in LA, but that is not even the coolest part of her bio. She has a twin sister named Kylie. You can't make this shit up. She also plays the ukelele and sings (which you know will happen at least once) and actually worked on the Kardashian 10 year anniversary. Also she and Kendall Jenner have the same birthday. This is so fucking weird you guys. I honestly hope she gets notoriety from this show so her and the Kardashians can hang out together. 12) Bibiana Julian: bibi_julz Bibiana (or Bibi as I will call her from here on out) is actually related to Bibi Netanyahu (her dad and him are cousins) and her dad decided to name her after him. She's 30, and she is an Executive assistant at MTV (for those of you unfamiliar, she's like a secretary/personal assistant/smorgasbord). She was also voted Sexist Cheerleader of 2006 according FHM, a fact that Steve could quote from memory. 13) Seinne Fleming: seinneceleste This 27 year old graduated from Y A L E and is a property manager somewhere in California. Steve posted no other facts about her so I'll say that she looks so much like Jubilee that I did a double take and thought they were bringing Jubilee back. I was gonna make some joke about how they're actually related but then I was like "Jubilee is awesome I'm not going to trash Jubilee" so there you go, now you understand my though processes. 14) Jenna Delaney: jennyddesigns Steve only posted one picture (nice digging, buddy), but this 27 year old hails from the Windy city after bouncing between TCU and Columbia College Chicago. She manages a graphic design site where she specifies that she is a "terrible dancer, loves card games" and has "never had ketchup" which is obviously important to graphic design. 15) Bri Amaranthus: briamaranthus Bri here is a segment reporter for Comcast SportsNet Northwest and also covers the Oregon Ducks. One of my friends who works sports in the Oregon area has met this girl and says she's really nice, and even linked me to a video of one of her segments. She seems pretty good at her job. He also said that these kinds of jobs are typically given to reasonably attractive graduates whom they can pay next to nothing, so if she's looking for an opportunity to shill and maybe move up, this seems like the ticket. 16) Jacqueline Trumbull: trubullina Jackie here works as a clinical research coordinator at Mt. Sinai in New York. She seems like a nice lady, even though there is literally nothing about her. She's looking for jobs in research and mental health. She could be the next Taylor? 17) Bekah Martinez: whats_ur_sign Bekah here (different from Becca before) is a nanny living and working in LA who recently got accepted to UC Irvine to major in art. Apparently also she doesn't own any bras. What a coincidence, I don't own any bras either. #freethenipple 18) Brittany Taylor: ohhaybtay Brittany works for Google, and lives in Austin, TX. I tried searching for her on linkedin but there are a lot of Brittany Taylor's so I kinda gave up, because I was curious if she was a software engineer or did marketing or something like that, but I couldn't tell. But it's pretty dope that she works at google regardless. She also has a cute corgi. 19) Lauren Jarreau: LaurenJ225 Lauren is 33 years old and lives in Baton Rouge. She used to work in Vegas as a server at a luxury hotel, and has done some modeling in the past, but moved back to Baton Rouge to pursue work in the psychological field. 20) Britt Johnson thebrittdoll Britt was apparently on the same show that both Lucas and Blake were on, the "Ex Isle". Although I don't think she was dating either one of them. She was even on Blake's season! 21) Amber Wilkerson: everyonceinastyle This 29 year old fashion blogger/spray tanner (not joking on that one) hails from Denver CO, where business is really booming. She offers a deal where if you buy weed from the dispensary next door, you get 50% off a spray tan. As a result, multiple people have passed out in her booths. But business is still good. She also has a hilarious instagram name. 22) Annaliese Puccini: annaliesep This actress/writer lives in LA (shocker) and has a video on Funny or Die, which you can watch here. It's okay. I'd give it a funny. 23) Krystal Nielson: kdollfit It's Krystal with a y and she'll suplex you if you get it wrong. This lady here went to Boise State for Communications then UCLA for broadcasting with the hopes of making it as an entertainment reporter, but found a passion in fitness and has competed in many fitness competitions. She currently works in San Diego as an Orange Theory coach, which is the equivalent of being one of those MLM leaders but for fitness instead of Amway beauty products. 24) Ali Harrington: aliharrington This 25 year old OU graduate works at Trunk Club in Dallas. For those of you who don't know (me), Trunk Club is a site that provide personal stylists for people who want/need them. Her outfits are pretty on point, so I could see why she would do that. 25) Ashley Luebke: ashleyluebke This girl is destined for RE if only because she also has that weird spelling in her last name. Luebke and Luyendyk, it's perfect. Anyways, she's 25 and works as a real estate agent in Palm Beach. She also looks a lot like Thandie Newton, so she's got that going for her, especially in this picture. 26) Jessica Carroll: jesscarrolltv She's got a tv at the end of her instagram so you guessed it, she's a TV personality. She also kinda looks like Olivia. But she's from Canada. Aussie Bach fans might recognize her as her stint as Lauren from Matty J's season, which begs the question why is she even on here since she's got a man (yeah I spoiled it but if you haven't been keeping up for the past 3 months then I don't know what to tell you). Oh yeah and she's 26 and living in LA, so she fits right in with the other girls. 27) Nysha Norris: nyshaxoxo This 30 year old nurse lives in Anderson, SC. I have no idea where that is. She's put all her social media on lockdown, and even with that she barely posts which means that she is way too well adjusted to go on this show. 28) Olivia Goethals: oliviagoethals This 23 year old from Naperville, IL has amazing fucking hair. Like seriously, her hair is so amazing. If she continues on this show, I guarantee you every single episode I will say "Wow Olivia has amazing hair" at least once. She works at Agency360, which is some sort of marketing agency in Chicago. She played softball at North Central College, so she stayed pretty local. 29) Lauren G. That's all I got. Steve you dirty fucking liar, you need to give more than just a name and where she lives (California obviously). Apparently she works as a recruiter but I don't know. Anyways, those are the girls. That's it. No spoilerino. Enjoy :D submitted by /u/RampagingKoala to r/thebachelor [link] [comments]

To start off with some background. My sister and I were born to upper middle class parents. And because of that, there was a lot of pressure to succeed. Me making 6 figures at 26 is probably the greatest thing to happen to them. My sister on the other hand is 28, very good looking (non creepy way, but it helps explain some things, as she doesn't know she is), and works at a daycare making $11 an hour. She went to college and graduated with a 3.9 GPA. The problem? She is slow. We never (or at least I'm not aware of it) got a formal diagnoses, but she was on an IEP until HS. She can function, but she can be manipulated easily, and has 0 common sense or street smarts. Things that come easy for us are hard for her. For example if I ask her what 100 - 12 is, she will say 88, but after a minute or too. She can be very very book smart, like the 3.9 GPA. problem is she studied everyday 12 hours a day to get that and I wish I was exaggerating. When we grew up our parents did a horrible job of nurturing our social skills, which is why I can't say if she has autism or not. We grew up in a woods separated from all other kids. Kids were never allowed over, and we couldnt join clubs, sports, etc.. So no birthday parties or nothing and beyond that its not like we were playing catch in the backyard either. Parents did their own thing and we did ours. And as I grew up I even talked to my sister less as we had nothing in common. I had girlfriends who never met my parents despite dating for years while living at home. This leads to my sister having almost no friends (maybe sees/talks to one once a year) besides mom and dad. I'm not an expert either, but good looks got me women, but I still struggle a lot to make male friendships. So she is a 28 year old virgin, who has never even touched a guy, who failed her student teaching because of her social skills, making her college degree with a 3.9 useless, who lives at home. My dad is very hard on her. He "jokes" about her finding a guy and gives her no breaks on money. My sisters $11 an hour go directly to my parents to pay for a car they got her to drive to work. Which honestly I don't know what else she would spend money on. She has christmas money from when she was 10 still as she never leaves the house. Last night I was out on a date and was getting sleepy and decided to spend the night at my parents rather than risk driving. I got home at 1:30am and noticed her car wasn't in the driveway. I asked my dad where she was and who? He said he tried to get her to tell him, but she wouldn't and that he was happy she was getting out there. I instantly found this very very strange. She ends up coming home around 2:30-3am. Dad waiting up all night to make sure she got home safe after "drinks at some bar with some girl from school". And I waited up to because I know she drinks very little and she was gone from 8pm-3am. That could be a lot of drinking.... This morning it still didn't sit well with me that she was gone out for so long and wouldn't say with who (Like I said has almost no friends) and wasn't drunk at all. So I went through her phone. A month ago she texted some girl asking if the job at X strip club (not a classy one. I've been to classy ones and I know what happens at those. I had to google this run down dump) is open. Girl says something and the convo dies until yesterday morning. The girl texts my sister asking if she is still interested and wants to try out tonight. My sister is SUPER happy. This stripper tells my sister how she could make enough money to leave home. And my sister is thrilled. She talks to this girl about how she wants to be independent, have a normal life and family, and be normal. And this is when I started to tear up. They then start talking about covers for last night and in the future where she could say she got a job at. It ends with my sister asking to borrow an outfit. Then today the convo picked back up with my sister messaging how much fun she had and it was nice to meet her, etc... and how she wants to quit the daycare, but her parents would freak out if they knew she was giving lap dances. Now I know what happens at high end strip cubs. I don't even want to think what happened to my sister last night for the first time in her life. So then I went to her computer. I couldn't log into her facebook (which is where I assume she made contact with this girl first to get her number), but what I did find is her looking at various stripper's facebook profiles daily for months. Some we both know from HS and some random (or at least that I don't know) as an obsession. This isn't the first time she has been obessed with people. She use to always look at the profiles of the "popular pretty girls in HS" which was ironic because everyone in my grade always said my sister was the prettiest girl in school. So now i'm sad and I don't know what to do. I worry if I confront her/get my parents to confront her. She will either hurt herself (She accomplished more last night than she did in 28 years, men, money, and a friend) or run away with that girl/someone else. This place is super sketchy and looks like a front for something more sinister. My sister had to google what lap dances were... I'm sure she could easily be talked into sex for money or worse. What do I do? I can't tell my dad. I would actually be very afraid what he would do. My mom, it would break her heart. I feel like we need a plan after saying you can't do it. Like you can't strip, but we are going to do X,Y,Z so you can find a guy, get money, and start a family. Problem is I don't know what x y and z are. I don't have that figured out for me let alone someone else. I myself besides making very good money, hate my life. I see a therapist myself to try and improve my life. And how is my 65 year old mom suppose to? Please help. I went snooping some more. Wrong I know. And her messages are just to random businesses (zumba, pyramid schemes, waitress, strip clubs, etc...) asking for work. I feel horrible. No wonder she turned to this. I'm really upset. I just got a 5k bonus and I don't need it at all. I'm thinking of giving it to her and telling her to spend it on whatever she wants, but promise me she can't do this again or talk to these people. And then help her get a job at a Costco or something where she can meet people around her age. And before anyone says she isn't slow - when she was put on the IEP she had an IQ between 70-75 tl;dr: Mentally slow sister auditioned at a strip club in the hopes of having a normal life. submitted by /u/throwawaybrother1233 to r/relationship_advice [link] [comments]

Hello all, I am not entirely sure if this is the right place to post, but I figured asking you awesome ladies is a good start. I am in a LDR and I will be seeing my BF in December right after Christmas. We have a little dare going on if I can dress up/ do my make up in a way that he doesn't recognize me right away and also is completely out of the ordinary for me. So my normal style is very laid back. I am a graduate student and my typical outfit is J.Crew jeans, and a long sleeve t-shirt with a sweater or sweatshirt with boots. If I wear a skirt it is A-line or flair-ish. and I hardly ever wear make up. When i do it is on the natural side. I have curly blonde hair and a light complexion. I want to look sexy yet classy getting off of the plane. I will be shopping mostly at second hand shops and my mom's closet for this adventure as I am on a tight budget. Any help is apprecitated. Pictures and step by step instructions even more so! Thanks so much! TL;DR Want to change up my look for one night from standard "Oregon" look to sexy classic submitted by /u/JJBears to r/TheGirlSurvivalGuide [link] [comments]