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Apex
Description: The quirk gives the user incredible physical capabilities, turning the user into the strongest predator. The biggest change is the mutation on top of the head: a large prehensile limb extends above the base of the skull. It is relatively slim compared to the user's other limbs, but makes up for its thinness with maneuverability. This limb extends down to the user's knees, ending in a large, sharp spike. The limb itself is pure muscle with lots of blood vessels running along the length of the limb. It has no skeletal structure and maintains its shape through the exoskeleton. The tip of the limb is made from excess iron in the user's body, creating a very hard and sharp weapon that is difficult to stop. Furthermore, the entire limb can be divided into four individual spines. Each column maintains its prehensibility, so the user must be able to multitask and have the mental capacity to control all four at once. The user not only has an internal skeleton, but an exoskeleton as well. This external structure helps to increase the wearer's durability. Additionally, it thrives on harder scales, such as surfaces around the user's joints and common points of impact. These scales are better at absorbing force. The region where the limb connects to the rest of the body is fully scaled, meaning the user can use the separate ends for added dexterity and locomotion. The scales also have a unique ability where, if the lighting is low enough, the user can turn invisible. An added ability to reduce the amount of scent the user emits makes the user almost impossible to detect. Mutations in the user's feet allow them to climb even a smooth surface and land on higher drops without making a sound. The hands and feet are longer and narrower, with sharper claws. In addition, its muscles are denser, facilitating movement, especially if the user is in a quadruped position. The user's jaw and parts of the upper neck are morphed to suit their more predatory style. The jaw, instead of just opening vertically, now also opens horizontally with the lower jaw separating to allow for more teeth. The user's tongue is also incredibly long in proportion to the rest of their face. When all three parts of the jaw close, the amount of force it generates can dent steel. The user's sense of smell is enhanced, though it flattens out, making it more snake-like. Its eyes have a third eyelid, which allows the user to see in harsh conditions and bright light, as well as an extra ability to activate night vision in their pupils. User requires human blood to stay sane. With too little blood, they begin to go berserk with blood hunger; too much blood, they begin to go into a blood crazed rage. However, the user will constantly crave blood, even if it means having a blood craze.
Weaknesses: Their biggest weakness is the delicate balance they have to strike with blood supplies. Because of the instincts that come with the most complete mutation Quirks, they don't know how much blood is too much without going into a blood craze. This is dangerous for both the user and the surrounding environment; they don't feel exhaustion in a mania, and their multiple abilities mean they can hunt and kill multiple people very easily. Also, it will be very difficult for the user to fit into society because of their dietary needs. The quirk is purely physical, forcing the user into melee combat at all times. While the user's scales prevent damage, it is nowhere near as strong as a defense-based quirk. In other words, a strong enough attack will break the scales. User is weak to extreme temperatures. And lastly, besides the prehensile limb on its head, there aren't many evolutions that the user can have when developing their powers, and if they do, the user doesn't know how to get to it (and like the user has the potential to have poison, but what the hell will he know this and evolve to develop this?), so to put it simply, his training will consist of evolving existing features, rarely with the user gaining something new, and when he does it is pure luck, because he is totally blind to his possible new features.
Possible Uses: User is built to be an ambush predator. The mutations make them fast and silent, with a deadly reach thanks to their fifth limb. The user will be better suited for dark missions and assassinations. Also, the user's proportions would make them very good at chasing targets. They can also work as bounty hunters as they would be very good at finding people.
Inspiration: Khanivore from “Love Death + Robots” (the body) with some bits from Miles Morales (the invisibility) and Predator from the “Predator” series (the jaw structure).

PART SIXTY-FOUR
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
“What the fuck is that shit?!”
“The more important question is how?” Thalien cut in, staring at me in utter disbelief. “You’re well aware of what chain-lightning looks like.”
“But it’s not supposed to do that hand-to-hand bullshit,” Shay-Lee argued. “That shit goes from hand to whatever the fuck you want dead.” As she spoke, she pointed to her palm and flicked her finger outwards at an imaginary target. “Not bouncing between your fucking hands like a goddess-damned rubber ball in motion!”
“It’s the Acropolis,” Lanna said, and although her tone was to answer her husband, her expression asked me to confirm it and fill in the specifics.
“No, it’s me actually. But I’m more than just doing it. I see the source of the magic,” I explained. “It’s floating in the air all the time, like specks of dust, waiting to do whatever the mage or sorcerer requests of them.”
“That’s why you asked me what I saw,” Thalien said thoughtfully.
I nodded. “I wondered if all mages saw it like that, but you said no. Emphatically no,” I reminded him. “From what you said, you merely gesture or speak, and the magic happens … which is true for a given definition.”
“What do these dust dots look like?”
“As I explained to Tarq, they’re like a pinhole-sized dot, not unlike the grains of the Acropolis key, only smaller. Much, much smaller. And just like the key grains, they connect to others to create different patterns, like a deck of cards. If you divide it into four, you have the houses. If you only want the sevens, only four stick together. On their sides, they’re three inches long and barely visible. From above, they become two inches. Just by that explanation alone, the combinations are endless, but when you’re really describing something that can change shape like we’ve seen the key do, there are no limits to their capabilities.”
I gestured to my hand. “When Milo healed this, I watched the dust dots gather along the injury and pull it back together, somehow fusing the two sides to make it whole.”
“And how long have you known this?”
“Since the night we got to Tetorli. I scryed Polly by myself on that lookout and asked her how many other Shadow Emperors wielded the power that had been bestowed on me.”
“And you screamed most emphatically, ‘none’,” Milo said on my behalf. I nodded again resolutely.
“So what exactly are your limitations, magically speaking?” Lanna asked.
“I’m not sure I have any. Not only that, but I don’t need to incant or gesture or have ingredients to make things happen. I’m directly … linked … to the magic via this.” I rubbed my left shoulder.
“And Harmony already said that thing probably can’t be neutralised, even if it was cut off you…” Shay-Lee commented, scowling at my shoulder like it was the source of all her problems. In her head, it probably was.
“Those two days I was unconscious, it wasn’t because of the cold. Or at least, not totally,” I amended, because falling over half-frozen had undoubtedly been part of the issue at the time. “This…” —I rubbed my shoulder— “…is now everywhere. I felt it spread out inside me. Bonding with me. Honestly, I don’t think the brand itself matters anymore, except to let the people know who I am.” My hand moved to the back of my neck and up to scratch across the top of my scalp, indicating it had somehow travelled into my head … and through my limbs, all the way to my toes. “I’m not going to try and do anything I haven’t seen done or can’t envision happening because that is a disastrous line of thought.”
“What other things can you do, Uncle Em?”
I wasn’t interested in doing a show-and-tell, but if a couple more examples were enough to keep them happy, I stuck with the ones I knew. Curling my right hand into a cup, I formed a snowball-sized fireball. Ironically, I didn’t feel the heat because more dots had lined my hand like a protective glove.
It was amazing how much I had folded into the word ‘magic’ when common sense was right there in front of me. Fire was fire, and when it was said aloud, magic fire that didn’t burn the caster was just stupid.
I heard a gasp that was not part of our party and clenched my fist to extinguish it as everyone swung towards the sound. With a wall of trees at our back and Felipe and Gimweren’s people in front and on either side of us settling in for the night, there was no reason for anyone to be back there. At least, I had assumed so, given I’d put up a sound blister to keep this conversation private.
That meant our observer was right up against the protective barrier, just as Felipe had been last night. Except no one was there. It wasn’t snowing so hard that we couldn’t see three feet into the darkness, but by the time we snatched up our weapons and reached the protective wall, our visitor was long gone.
A dwarf couldn’t move that quietly, nor could they do so without leaving a trail in the fresh powder, which made our unwanted visitor a snow half-orc. We’d be tracking one lone snow half-orc with countless numbers of them around us while it was snowing.
Oh, this is going to be fun … not.
Thalien dismissed the protective dome that would’ve dumped the better part of a foot of snow on top of our camp (not to mention ruin my meal prep) if I didn’t throw another one up six inches inside his. The difference being mine was more like a cave, complete with an opening we could all rush through.
Only Thalien seemed to notice. Or maybe he was the only one who truly understood what I’d done. Magic in his eyes was uncompromising. Specific gestures and specific words moved a specific number of dust dots into a specific formation that couldn’t be modified. In contrast, I mentally commanded the individual dust dots to form whatever pattern I saw fit, including a protective barrier with an open doorway.
“Milo,” I called, for we wouldn’t get very far if we didn’t know what direction to head.
Milo was already pushing past Tarq, searching the ground. He quickly surmised the same thing I had and held out his hand, palm down. I’d seen him do this trick dozens of times before, but with my new insight, I saw the dots gather into designated sections on the ground and condense into six-inch footprints that turned a pale blue for everyone to see.
“It’s a kid,” I said before Milo could make the announcement, tossing my weapons belt back inside the campsite (since I hadn’t buckled it into place yet) and charging after our pint-sized runaway—a snow half-orc. Felipe would have a fit if he knew one of the kids had followed us after all, though it did beg the question of how they’d evaded two hundred snow half-orc warriors plus however many Felipe had following us from the shadows.
The frantic pace of their footsteps … the way they bounced off a tree, went down onto one knee, and scrambled up to run once more was proof of their panic. I wouldn’t add to that fear by drawing a sword on him. Worst case, I still had a dagger and a zot-shot tucked into my boots.
Tarq and I ran at full speed, assuming we were leaving Milo and the others to trail behind us (except Thalien and Lanna, who almost always remained with the camp due to the amount of magical gear we all carried. That stuff was expensive).
However, it was times like this that I was forced to remember I was approaching sixty, and we had kids less than half my age with us. Liab charged between us on all fours, running half as fast as us again and in my peripheral vision, I caught sight of our resident half-elf thief converging through the snow on our right.
Less than a minute later, I heard the thump of someone impacting the snow, followed quickly by Liab’s sharp, breathy grunts of victory. As we ran up on the scene, Liab was sitting on the ground with one of his long arms around the shoulders of our runaway child, his other hand cupped securely over his mouth. He had the boy sitting on the ground before him with his legs hooked over the kid’s thighs to keep them secured.
Shay-Lee was kneeling beside them, her dagger out but folded back along her wrist and forearm. Any wrong move on the boy’s part would have that dagger finding a new sheath in his throat. To my surprise, Harmony was on the other side of Liab, rubbing her hand across the child’s head while her other hand pulled a blanket from the shoulder tote she was almost ever without. Another reminder that the younger women were faster than Tarq and me when they wanted to be. I made a mental note to lecture them both about taking unnecessary risks, given we still knew nothing about this child and how danger came in all forms. There was a reason Tarq and I went first, followed closely by Milo.
Straight away, something felt wrong. The child’s deflation as he realised there was no escape was to be expected, but something else was way off. Back at Tetorli, the kids were playful and curious, only to be chased by their elders with smirks and snowballs. More stringent discipline was sometimes necessary, but this boy’s reaction was another level of defeat.
If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say he was ten, maybe eleven. I declared him male since he only wore a loincloth, though truthfully, it was hard to tell at that age. I wasn’t a specialist in the age development of half-orcs.
Apart from the loincloth, something else that struck me as odd. As soon as he saw me, his gaze went to my covered wrists and then dropped to the ground between us. His shoulders also curled forward as much as Liab would let them. I got the distinct impression he would roll all the way forward with his brow to the ground if he were released, and that was definitely not the way of the snow half-orcs.
And then it hit me.
The boy’s head had been shaved, and very short white bristles, more common amongst my soldiers, barely penetrated his pale grey scalp. Even the youngest child at Tetorli wore their hair long with some manner of weight tied into the end to familiarise them with the handy weapon they’d use as they got older.
Which meant the boy wasn’t from Tetorli or any other native snow half-orc settlement… and we were less than a day’s march from Cerro Nexo, only hours from Jinis Ridge.
I really didn’t like the picture I was putting together in my head.
The poor kid trembled when I came forward, took the blanket hem and lifted it to cover his head … and stopped with a wordless gasp when I saw the back of his head had been branded with a series of letters and numbers that went all the way into his skull. It wasn’t a square brand and had been rolled across the contours to go from ear to ear. And it was old.
Fuck me.
My stomach fell into my feet, and I felt all the blood drain from my face.
“What the fuck is that?” Shay-Lee demanded, which galvanized me into moving.
I took complete control of the blanket from Harmony and quickly covered his upper body, telling her to grab out a second one. We wouldn’t get back to camp without being discovered, but I wanted to limit the spread of this knowledge. Our saving grace was the camp was in the middle of being set up, and most eyes were busy doing other things.
Regular half-orcs were known for fits of rage that would make them both deadly and loud, and I had no idea how the snow half-orcs, their intelligent brethren, would handle this. I needed to be smart. I needed my army to stay smart and not get swept up in blind fury. I needed to return this boy to our campsite and bring Felipe in on our discovery. I would also need to change the arrangement of my protective barrier to hide the chief’s reaction from his people, who would be watching.
To quote our thief … shit just got real.
Tarq took Shay-Lee’s place and slid his hands between the boy’s shoulders and Liab’s chest. “Sit still, lad,” he said quietly, then lifted him just enough from Liab that Harmony could wrap his lower half in the second blanket, completely hiding him from view. Cradled in Tarq’s large arms, the boy’s general shape would only come across as humanoid, including an adult dwarf or a young human, which was just what I’d hoped for. Harmony stayed at their side with her hand on the blanket near the boy’s head, her presence keeping him calm.
And to ensure we didn’t have any curious observers, the rest of us formed a loose, defensive circle around them, with me at the front and Milo in the rear, and we made our way back to the campsite.
I knew snow half-orcs preferred the cold of the elements, but in this instance, he would just have to deal with the human conditions. I modified the dome to give it a milky pigmentation that would blend in with the snow but not allow anyone else to spy on us; at the same time, I closed the opening to give us complete privacy. There was little doubt word would get back to Felipe, but I wanted to question the boy while ensuring he had something to eat before I brought in the snow half-orc chief. Felipe was going to be emotional enough as it was without making things worse.
“The fact that you can change its composition after the spell’s conclusion defies all logic,” Thalien said, lifting his eyes to the structure around us.
I understood how it looked from his viewpoint. Magic cast was then set in place. Another spell could replace it only if more powerful magic were cast or the original was dispelled. Whereas for me, it was a matter of having the amassed dust dots make a quarter turn to the left, no different than barking out the same command to an assembled army.
“This is not the norm,” I reminded him. “We’re presently at war, which has changed our dynamics temporarily. Very temporarily. Once we’re out the other side of this, should we be permitted to live with what we know, it will still be your job to create nightly cover when the weather turns against us and mine to cook dinner for you and Lanna. Just as it always has been.”
I wasn’t sure if he believed me; honestly, we had more pressing issues anyway. I had Shay-Lee gather up my comforter and ball it on the ground at the farthest point from the fire against the tree line, and I had Tarq deposit him on it while I fossicked through my bag for my canteen and some beef jerky that would give the kid a much-needed dose of protein.
The boy never moved as Harmony gently tugged the blanket from his head. “You’re safe now,” she crooned as his eyes met hers briefly, then jerked away to the floor. Unfortunately, when I stepped in front of him and squatted down, he gasped and curled into the tightest possible ball with his face pressed into his knees, covering his head with both hands (but not the brand, leading me to assume he’d been taught never to hide his identity) and proceeded to wet himself. The acrid stench meant he was severely dehydrated, but that too was the least of our worries.
I sighed and silently passed Harmony the food and the drink, then shuffled back a few feet without rising to give her room to work.
He’d been nervous around Harmony, but the sight of me terrified him. I sat on the ground beside the fire and crossed my legs, giving him time to settle. It amused me immensely to watch Lanna’s nose screw up as she approached them from Harmony’s side to not frighten the boy any more than he already was. With a few mumbled words, she cast her cleansing spell that took care of the comforter and the blankets (and knowing Lanna, the boy himself). Then, she moved around in front of the boy and knelt, leaning forward to peek through a gap in his arms. “What’s your name, honey?”
“SHO-8-1-4-3,” the boy barely whispered.
The same letter and number combination burned into his head—literally. I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly, refusing to call him that. My brain immediately started playing with the combination, shifting emphasis and accents. Until he selected a new name for himself, we needed to call him one that brushed up against his designation for the sake of familiarity but still sounded like a name. I opened my eyes and used a stick to write it out on the ground. By turning the 8 into a B, and the 1 into an I, it became …
“…Shobi,” I said, lifting my eyes to everyone. My friends were looking at me. The boy hadn’t moved. “SHO-8-1-4-3, from now on, we’ll call you Shobi. Nod if you understand.”
It made me sick to fall back on this mentality of barking orders at a frightened kid and watching his head wiggle forward and back under his hands, but soft words of comfort wouldn’t cut it. The boy would never believe them from me. I reminded him too much of what he had escaped from, and humans hadn’t been kind to him in that place. Augustus Morales, you need to survive long enough for me to get my hands on you. Then, and only then, will you be made to pay in full for all this.
“Alright, Shobi. I need you to eat the food and drink the water my friend is trying to give you, and to do that, you need to sit up. So, sit up.” I barely infused my words with command, but Shobi shot up so fast his head and shoulders knocked against Lanna and Harmony, who were both bowed over him, trying to coax him out. He still wouldn’t look at me, but he searched for the supplies, shoving the first jerky stick so far down his throat that he gagged.
Harmony tightened her grip on the rest and gently fed them to him in small, bite-sized pieces, intermittent with swigs of water. Thalien passed Lanna a short length of fabric which she wrapped around Shobi’s head like a bandana, covering his slave brand. He gasped and tensed, his hand reaching to drag the material away. Harmony did her patented shushing croon that took much of the fight from him. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” she whispered, feeding him another piece of jerky.
I watched their interaction, and knowing he was in safe hands, I twisted away from him and stood up to avoid frightening him. “Where are you going?” Tarq asked, also rising. I glanced over my shoulder to answer my friend but found the way the boy was staring at Tarq like he’d lost his mind much more interesting. It wasn’t hard to guess that he wasn’t used to an alternate race speaking that way to a human in authority.
“Word of our young friend would have reached Chief Felipe by now.” I used the honorific for the child’s sake, and sadly, he made no reaction to the title of his people’s leader. I wondered if he knew what chief even meant. “He might want to keep the boy close, or he might want to send him back to Tetorli with some of the fighters to keep him safe.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Tarq …”
“You’re about to tell the snow half-orc chief that our enemies have been enslaving his people without his knowledge or yours long enough to have a man-child with no clue of his heritage. If you think I’m not going to stand between you and him while he rages, you have clearly forgotten who you’re dealing with.”
I raked my fingers through my short hair and sighed. “Very well.”
Unfortunately, Felipe took it about as well as I had expected.
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PART SIXTY-FOUR
[Previous Part] [Beginning]
“What the fuck is that shit?!”
“The more important question is how?” Thalien cut in, staring at me in utter disbelief. “You’re well aware of what chain-lightning looks like.”
“But it’s not supposed to do that hand-to-hand bullshit,” Shay-Lee argued. “That shit goes from hand to whatever the fuck you want dead.” As she spoke, she pointed to her palm and flicked her finger outwards at an imaginary target. “Not bouncing between your fucking hands like a goddess-damned rubber ball in motion!”
“It’s the Acropolis,” Lanna said, and although her tone was to answer her husband, her expression asked me to confirm it and fill in the specifics.
“No, it’s me actually. But I’m more than just doing it. I see the source of the magic,” I explained. “It’s floating in the air all the time, like specks of dust, waiting to do whatever the mage or sorcerer requests of them.”
“That’s why you asked me what I saw,” Thalien said thoughtfully.
I nodded. “I wondered if all mages saw it like that, but you said no. Emphatically no,” I reminded him. “From what you said, you merely gesture or speak, and the magic happens … which is true for a given definition.”
“What do these dust dots look like?”
“As I explained to Tarq, they’re like a pinhole-sized dot, not unlike the grains of the Acropolis key, only smaller. Much, much smaller. And just like the key grains, they connect to others to create different patterns, like a deck of cards. If you divide it into four, you have the houses. If you only want the sevens, only four stick together. On their sides, they’re three inches long and barely visible. From above, they become two inches. Just by that explanation alone, the combinations are endless, but when you’re really describing something that can change shape like we’ve seen the key do, there are no limits to their capabilities.”
I gestured to my hand. “When Milo healed this, I watched the dust dots gather along the injury and pull it back together, somehow fusing the two sides to make it whole.”
“And how long have you known this?”
“Since the night we got to Tetorli. I scryed Polly by myself on that lookout and asked her how many other Shadow Emperors wielded the power that had been bestowed on me.”
“And you screamed most emphatically, ‘none’,” Milo said on my behalf. I nodded again resolutely.
“So what exactly are your limitations, magically speaking?” Lanna asked.
“I’m not sure I have any. Not only that, but I don’t need to incant or gesture or have ingredients to make things happen. I’m directly … linked … to the magic via this.” I rubbed my left shoulder.
“And Harmony already said that thing probably can’t be neutralised, even if it was cut off you…” Shay-Lee commented, scowling at my shoulder like it was the source of all her problems. In her head, it probably was.
“Those two days I was unconscious, it wasn’t because of the cold. Or at least, not totally,” I amended, because falling over half-frozen had undoubtedly been part of the issue at the time. “This…” —I rubbed my shoulder— “…is now everywhere. I felt it spread out inside me. Bonding with me. Honestly, I don’t think the brand itself matters anymore, except to let the people know who I am.” My hand moved to the back of my neck and up to scratch across the top of my scalp, indicating it had somehow travelled into my head … and through my limbs, all the way to my toes. “I’m not going to try and do anything I haven’t seen done or can’t envision happening because that is a disastrous line of thought.”
“What other things can you do, Uncle Em?”
I wasn’t interested in doing a show-and-tell, but if a couple more examples were enough to keep them happy, I stuck with the ones I knew. Curling my right hand into a cup, I formed a snowball-sized fireball. Ironically, I didn’t feel the heat because more dots had lined my hand like a protective glove.
It was amazing how much I had folded into the word ‘magic’ when common sense was right there in front of me. Fire was fire, and when it was said aloud, magic fire that didn’t burn the caster was just stupid.
I heard a gasp that was not part of our party and clenched my fist to extinguish it as everyone swung towards the sound. With a wall of trees at our back and Felipe and Gimweren’s people in front and on either side of us settling in for the night, there was no reason for anyone to be back there. At least, I had assumed so, given I’d put up a sound blister to keep this conversation private.
That meant our observer was right up against the protective barrier, just as Felipe had been last night. Except no one was there. It wasn’t snowing so hard that we couldn’t see three feet into the darkness, but by the time we snatched up our weapons and reached the protective wall, our visitor was long gone.
A dwarf couldn’t move that quietly, nor could they do so without leaving a trail in the fresh powder, which made our unwanted visitor a snow half-orc. We’d be tracking one lone snow half-orc with countless numbers of them around us while it was snowing.
Oh, this is going to be fun … not.
Thalien dismissed the protective dome that would’ve dumped the better part of a foot of snow on top of our camp (not to mention ruin my meal prep) if I didn’t throw another one up six inches inside his. The difference being mine was more like a cave, complete with an opening we could all rush through.
Only Thalien seemed to notice. Or maybe he was the only one who truly understood what I’d done. Magic in his eyes was uncompromising. Specific gestures and specific words moved a specific number of dust dots into a specific formation that couldn’t be modified. In contrast, I mentally commanded the individual dust dots to form whatever pattern I saw fit, including a protective barrier with an open doorway.
“Milo,” I called, for we wouldn’t get very far if we didn’t know what direction to head.
Milo was already pushing past Tarq, searching the ground. He quickly surmised the same thing I had and held out his hand, palm down. I’d seen him do this trick dozens of times before, but with my new insight, I saw the dots gather into designated sections on the ground and condense into six-inch footprints that turned a pale blue for everyone to see.
“It’s a kid,” I said before Milo could make the announcement, tossing my weapons belt back inside the campsite (since I hadn’t buckled it into place yet) and charging after our pint-sized runaway—a snow half-orc. Felipe would have a fit if he knew one of the kids had followed us after all, though it did beg the question of how they’d evaded two hundred snow half-orc warriors plus however many Felipe had following us from the shadows.
The frantic pace of their footsteps … the way they bounced off a tree, went down onto one knee, and scrambled up to run once more was proof of their panic. I wouldn’t add to that fear by drawing a sword on him. Worst case, I still had a dagger and a zot-shot tucked into my boots.
Tarq and I ran at full speed, assuming we were leaving Milo and the others to trail behind us (except Thalien and Lanna, who almost always remained with the camp due to the amount of magical gear we all carried. That stuff was expensive).
However, it was times like this that I was forced to remember I was approaching sixty, and we had kids less than half my age with us. Liab charged between us on all fours, running half as fast as us again and in my peripheral vision, I caught sight of our resident half-elf thief converging through the snow on our right.
Less than a minute later, I heard the thump of someone impacting the snow, followed quickly by Liab’s sharp, breathy grunts of victory. As we ran up on the scene, Liab was sitting on the ground with one of his long arms around the shoulders of our runaway child, his other hand cupped securely over his mouth. He had the boy sitting on the ground before him with his legs hooked over the kid’s thighs to keep them secured.
Shay-Lee was kneeling beside them, her dagger out but folded back along her wrist and forearm. Any wrong move on the boy’s part would have that dagger finding a new sheath in his throat. To my surprise, Harmony was on the other side of Liab, rubbing her hand across the child’s head while her other hand pulled a blanket from the shoulder tote she was almost ever without. Another reminder that the younger women were faster than Tarq and me when they wanted to be. I made a mental note to lecture them both about taking unnecessary risks, given we still knew nothing about this child and how danger came in all forms. There was a reason Tarq and I went first, followed closely by Milo.
Straight away, something felt wrong. The child’s deflation as he realised there was no escape was to be expected, but something else was way off. Back at Tetorli, the kids were playful and curious, only to be chased by their elders with smirks and snowballs. More stringent discipline was sometimes necessary, but this boy’s reaction was another level of defeat.
If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say he was ten, maybe eleven. I declared him male since he only wore a loincloth, though truthfully, it was hard to tell at that age. I wasn’t a specialist in the age development of half-orcs.
Apart from the loincloth, something else that struck me as odd. As soon as he saw me, his gaze went to my covered wrists and then dropped to the ground between us. His shoulders also curled forward as much as Liab would let them. I got the distinct impression he would roll all the way forward with his brow to the ground if he were released, and that was definitely not the way of the snow half-orcs.
And then it hit me.
The boy’s head had been shaved, and very short white bristles, more common amongst my soldiers, barely penetrated his pale grey scalp. Even the youngest child at Tetorli wore their hair long with some manner of weight tied into the end to familiarise them with the handy weapon they’d use as they got older.
Which meant the boy wasn’t from Tetorli or any other native snow half-orc settlement… and we were less than a day’s march from Cerro Nexo, only hours from Jinis Ridge.
I really didn’t like the picture I was putting together in my head.
The poor kid trembled when I came forward, took the blanket hem and lifted it to cover his head … and stopped with a wordless gasp when I saw the back of his head had been branded with a series of letters and numbers that went all the way into his skull. It wasn’t a square brand and had been rolled across the contours to go from ear to ear. And it was old.
Fuck me.
My stomach fell into my feet, and I felt all the blood drain from my face.
“What the fuck is that?” Shay-Lee demanded, which galvanized me into moving.
I took complete control of the blanket from Harmony and quickly covered his upper body, telling her to grab out a second one. We wouldn’t get back to camp without being discovered, but I wanted to limit the spread of this knowledge. Our saving grace was the camp was in the middle of being set up, and most eyes were busy doing other things.
Regular half-orcs were known for fits of rage that would make them both deadly and loud, and I had no idea how the snow half-orcs, their intelligent brethren, would handle this. I needed to be smart. I needed my army to stay smart and not get swept up in blind fury. I needed to return this boy to our campsite and bring Felipe in on our discovery. I would also need to change the arrangement of my protective barrier to hide the chief’s reaction from his people, who would be watching.
To quote our thief … shit just got real.
Tarq took Shay-Lee’s place and slid his hands between the boy’s shoulders and Liab’s chest. “Sit still, lad,” he said quietly, then lifted him just enough from Liab that Harmony could wrap his lower half in the second blanket, completely hiding him from view. Cradled in Tarq’s large arms, the boy’s general shape would only come across as humanoid, including an adult dwarf or a young human, which was just what I’d hoped for. Harmony stayed at their side with her hand on the blanket near the boy’s head, her presence keeping him calm.
And to ensure we didn’t have any curious observers, the rest of us formed a loose, defensive circle around them, with me at the front and Milo in the rear, and we made our way back to the campsite.
I knew snow half-orcs preferred the cold of the elements, but in this instance, he would just have to deal with the human conditions. I modified the dome to give it a milky pigmentation that would blend in with the snow but not allow anyone else to spy on us; at the same time, I closed the opening to give us complete privacy. There was little doubt word would get back to Felipe, but I wanted to question the boy while ensuring he had something to eat before I brought in the snow half-orc chief. Felipe was going to be emotional enough as it was without making things worse.
“The fact that you can change its composition after the spell’s conclusion defies all logic,” Thalien said, lifting his eyes to the structure around us.
I understood how it looked from his viewpoint. Magic cast was then set in place. Another spell could replace it only if more powerful magic were cast or the original was dispelled. Whereas for me, it was a matter of having the amassed dust dots make a quarter turn to the left, no different than barking out the same command to an assembled army.
“This is not the norm,” I reminded him. “We’re presently at war, which has changed our dynamics temporarily. Very temporarily. Once we’re out the other side of this, should we be permitted to live with what we know, it will still be your job to create nightly cover when the weather turns against us and mine to cook dinner for you and Lanna. Just as it always has been.”
I wasn’t sure if he believed me; honestly, we had more pressing issues anyway. I had Shay-Lee gather up my comforter and ball it on the ground at the farthest point from the fire against the tree line, and I had Tarq deposit him on it while I fossicked through my bag for my canteen and some beef jerky that would give the kid a much-needed dose of protein.
The boy never moved as Harmony gently tugged the blanket from his head. “You’re safe now,” she crooned as his eyes met hers briefly, then jerked away to the floor. Unfortunately, when I stepped in front of him and squatted down, he gasped and curled into the tightest possible ball with his face pressed into his knees, covering his head with both hands (but not the brand, leading me to assume he’d been taught never to hide his identity) and proceeded to wet himself. The acrid stench meant he was severely dehydrated, but that too was the least of our worries.
I sighed and silently passed Harmony the food and the drink, then shuffled back a few feet without rising to give her room to work.
He’d been nervous around Harmony, but the sight of me terrified him. I sat on the ground beside the fire and crossed my legs, giving him time to settle. It amused me immensely to watch Lanna’s nose screw up as she approached them from Harmony’s side to not frighten the boy any more than he already was. With a few mumbled words, she cast her cleansing spell that took care of the comforter and the blankets (and knowing Lanna, the boy himself). Then, she moved around in front of the boy and knelt, leaning forward to peek through a gap in his arms. “What’s your name, honey?”
“SHO-8-1-4-3,” the boy barely whispered.
The same letter and number combination burned into his head—literally. I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly, refusing to call him that. My brain immediately started playing with the combination, shifting emphasis and accents. Until he selected a new name for himself, we needed to call him one that brushed up against his designation for the sake of familiarity but still sounded like a name. I opened my eyes and used a stick to write it out on the ground. By turning the 8 into a B, and the 1 into an I, it became …
“…Shobi,” I said, lifting my eyes to everyone. My friends were looking at me. The boy hadn’t moved. “SHO-8-1-4-3, from now on, we’ll call you Shobi. Nod if you understand.”
It made me sick to fall back on this mentality of barking orders at a frightened kid and watching his head wiggle forward and back under his hands, but soft words of comfort wouldn’t cut it. The boy would never believe them from me. I reminded him too much of what he had escaped from, and humans hadn’t been kind to him in that place. Augustus Morales, you need to survive long enough for me to get my hands on you. Then, and only then, will you be made to pay in full for all this.
“Alright, Shobi. I need you to eat the food and drink the water my friend is trying to give you, and to do that, you need to sit up. So, sit up.” I barely infused my words with command, but Shobi shot up so fast his head and shoulders knocked against Lanna and Harmony, who were both bowed over him, trying to coax him out. He still wouldn’t look at me, but he searched for the supplies, shoving the first jerky stick so far down his throat that he gagged.
Harmony tightened her grip on the rest and gently fed them to him in small, bite-sized pieces, intermittent with swigs of water. Thalien passed Lanna a short length of fabric which she wrapped around Shobi’s head like a bandana, covering his slave brand. He gasped and tensed, his hand reaching to drag the material away. Harmony did her patented shushing croon that took much of the fight from him. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” she whispered, feeding him another piece of jerky.
I watched their interaction, and knowing he was in safe hands, I twisted away from him and stood up to avoid frightening him. “Where are you going?” Tarq asked, also rising. I glanced over my shoulder to answer my friend but found the way the boy was staring at Tarq like he’d lost his mind much more interesting. It wasn’t hard to guess that he wasn’t used to an alternate race speaking that way to a human in authority.
“Word of our young friend would have reached Chief Felipe by now.” I used the honorific for the child’s sake, and sadly, he made no reaction to the title of his people’s leader. I wondered if he knew what chief even meant. “He might want to keep the boy close, or he might want to send him back to Tetorli with some of the fighters to keep him safe.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“Tarq …”
“You’re about to tell the snow half-orc chief that our enemies have been enslaving his people without his knowledge or yours long enough to have a man-child with no clue of his heritage. If you think I’m not going to stand between you and him while he rages, you have clearly forgotten who you’re dealing with.”
I raked my fingers through my short hair and sighed. “Very well.”
Unfortunately, Felipe took it about as well as I had expected.
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My local university was conducting a medical study on the affects of different diets on weight gain. I signed up and was chosen and the potential money to be made was very appealing. The first two months of the study involved simply eating at a calorie surplus on a premade diet to see how it affected my body’s weight gain. After taking measurements after these initial two months, if my body’s measurements represented any kind of high percentile outlier, I would be selected to potentially continue for the entire 1.5 year study focused on a particular area of the body. Of all of the participants, my abdominal girth was at the highest percentile ratio of girth compared to weight/height, so they selected me to participate focusing on abdominal weight gain and to see how severe it could be.
They paid me about $3,000 a month and had all of my food paid for as I followed a specific premade diet plan that changed every 2 or 3 months to study the affects these specific diets had. Some were dairy heavy, carb heavy, specific types of meats only, mixing in alcohol consumption, specific supplements, etc. I’m incredibly busy in my life with work right now and having a free premade meal plan plus so much extra cash was too good to pass up. So I decided to continue for the entire 1.5 year study.
Fast forward to now, having finished the entire trial, I am starting to have some serious regrets. I’ve put on nearly 115 pounds since last January and I never expected the results to have me looking like this. Honestly, I think even the researchers themselves were really shocked by my result. My ratio of abdominal girth to height/weight is at the highest percentile of the study, their entire student body, and anyone who has participated in the study before. I gained most all of the weight in my torso, which they are severely attributing to genetics and simply the effectiveness of the tailored diets they had me following.
I obviously look ridiculous now. I haven’t even been able to keep up with buying a new professional wardrobe for work (as you can tell my the pictures and videos linked). I was gaining an average of 7 pounds a month, some months being just 3 pounds and some being an entire 15 pounds in a month. So many things are difficult… I break a sweat going up one flight of stairs, I can hardly put my shoes or socks on, fitting into restaurant booths is nearly impossible, getting in and out of my car or off the couch takes preparation. People stare at me in stores or on the street. I had a homeless guy ask me “Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Are you pregnant, dude?” once. My coworkers are polite but make comments here and there.
I haven’t seen my family since early in the study when the weight gain wasn’t very noticeable. I’m seeing them in 2 weeks for a reunion, and I cannot even imagine what they are going to say. I didn’t tell them I took part in this because I knew they wouldn’t approve, but now I wish I had because how am I going to prepare them or explain to them why I look like this now and how it happened so fast. I’m worried to fit on the plane on the way there and having to travel. I’m so nervous to see them. And honestly would like any genuine opinions of whether or not I’m blowing this out of proportion or if they are genuinely going to be shocked. Maybe I can hide it better if I find the right clothing.
I really regret doing this now for the most part and hope I’m able to start reversing it as soon as possible. Thanks for letting me vent. Happy to also answer any questions on what I learned nutritionally and what the different diets did and how they affected me too.

Last month I came back from my first international trip from Zurich and landed at IGI, New Delhi.
After getting the passport stamped, collected my check in bag and went to the custom department through the duty free.
I had a trolly and a backpack.
When I asked the desk near the custom gate what do I need to do to exit. He simply asked to take a exit from the gate.
How does custom work?
I used to think that they check your bags and ask what you brought from foreign land but no questions were asked.
I didn't brought anything but some food stuffs like chocolates, etc.

Last month I came back from my first international trip from Zurich and landed at IGI, New Delhi.
After getting the passport stamped, collected my check in bag and went to the custom department through the duty free.
I had a trolly and a backpack.
When I asked the desk near the custom gate what do I need to do to exit. He simply asked to take a exit from the gate.
How does custom work?
I used to think that they check your bags and ask what you brought from foreign land but no questions were asked.
I didn't brought anything but some food stuffs like chocolates, etc.

Last month I came back from my first international trip from Zurich and landed at IGI, New Delhi.
After getting the passport stamped, collected my check in bag and went to the custom department through the duty free.
I had a trolly and a backpack.
When I asked the desk near the custom gate what do I need to do to exit. He simply asked to take a exit from the gate.
How does custom work?
I used to think that they check your bags and ask what you brought from foreign land but no questions were asked.
I didn't brought anything but some food stuffs like chocolates, etc.

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Id been dating this girl for nearly a year. A couple of months after we started dating it was her birthday I sent flowers to her workplace on her birthday as a nice surprise and took her for dinner a few days later where I presented her with a gift that she had mentioned on her twitter feed that she liked.
My birthday was nearly 8 months later and we’d had some ups and downs but I’d gotten her a bag for Christmas and was always generous when we went out paying mostly for meals and drinks. Although we did split other means too.
I would also add that we had an argument about gestures whereby I was being taken to a very fancy restaurant for work. Few days before the dinner she kept sending me messages saying that it would be a good gesture if I took her along or had food sent over for her. I knew she was joking but she kept going on about it until I snapped and told her that gestures work both ways… she still didn’t get it and made a joke saying something like it’s thumb wars. I sent her a voice mail saying look I know you’re just joking but you literally went to Paris a month ago and didn’t bring me anything back despite me saying that I loved French wine. She bought the cheapest bottle she could find for 8-10 euros (her words) for us to share…
She apologised and we made up. But what made me upset was that she didn’t just get it and apologise she made it about her which she has done in the past. Prior to that she had messaged me saying that she’d watched a tv show about working in finance which is what I do. I sent her a funny video of me receiving an award and an old report I’d written to give her context about what I do given she was interested. She didn’t respond even just to say thanks I’ll take a look or whatever. Couple of days go by it was the weekend so I left it. Monday morning I sent her a message saying hello everything ok? She responded but didn’t mention my message regarding the video or report.
I sent her a voice message on WhatsApp telling her I was upset at her non response to my earlier message. She responded by saying that she’s rubbish at communication and emotion and apologising saying that she was waiting to come back regarding the video and report as she didn’t know what to say. This maybe should have been a red flag for my birthday…
So I was planning to go away for my birthday with friends but then didn’t and my gf asked if she could take me to dinner.
She was away the week before in Greece seeing her dad but we had agreed a date for my birthday diner not on the day itself but towards the end of that week.
Day of my birthday she texts me at noon all of my friends and family had texted or called earlier.. to say happy birthday can I book the restaurant now. I was a bit surprised she hadn’t done it earlier but ok.
Day of my Birthday we meet for dinner no card or present but she did pay for dinner. Couple of days later she’s like she would like to surprise me with some new lingerie and asked me what I liked. I’m like whatever you like but she insisted that I give her some options - sent her some and said should I get it for you? She was like yes. Few days later after discussing with some friends I asked why no card on my birthday.
She told me she didn’t think she had to as she was meeting me after my birthday and that she never does blow out dinners like this so I should be lucky. We been out for dinner before so didn’t get this…- subsequent arguments about this and fact I’ve brought her lingerie she finally mentioned that she doesn’t do gifts as she thinks their tokenistic but she does experiences instead. For me dinner on someone’s birthday is a low bar… she told me I should draw a line and she’d do better next time but thanked me for letting her know…
This is something I couldn’t get over and while she offered to return the lingerie we continued to have massive arguments where she finally told me I need to just draw a line under it.
I think my gf likes receiving gifts more than she likes giving them. Should I dump her or try again to explain why I’m hurt?

Now, first of all, being a princess, Peach is, of course, a public figure, meaning that, if she were to be trans, it would have to be public knowledge, meaning that the Toads who serve her would have to be OK with her being trans. And, indeed, the Toads have been confirmed to be a genderless race with gendered characteristics. However, given that the Toads have clearly gendered names, appearances, pronouns, expressions, and labels, Koichi Hayashida clearly meant to say that Toads do have genders, just no biological sexes. Toadsworth has facial hair and a deep, masculine voice, but we all know that facial hair can be shaved off and voices can be feminized via training and that this does not require any transgender hormones. In other words, Toads likely choose their own genders, instead of having them assigned at birth, making every Toad neither cisgender nor transgender. Such a people would definitely have no reason to have anything against serving a transgender princess.
Also, Peach might be a Toad herself. After all, she is called Princess Toadstool. Nintendo.com's page for Super Mario Sunshine says that she is Toadsworth's daughter. And Super Mario RPG says that she has a grandma who is also a Toad. But there is the possibility that she was adopted. Which is actually common for transgender people.
Now, being a publicly known trans person, all of her friends would have to be okay with her being trans, as well, so let's look at some of her friends, shall we?

• Birdo is the most obvious example that comes to mind, given that she is pretty much a trans icon at this point. Now, Birdo originally started out as a villain, true, but savvy Mario fans will tell you that this game is actually non-canon because it was all just a dream. In reality, Peach and Birdo are seen playing board games and kart games and various sports together most of the time. Now, some people might be offended that I called her Birdo and not Birdetta, but that is actually correct. The North American instruction booklet of Super Mario Bros. 2 clearly states that Birdo only thinks he is a girl, when in reality, he is a pronounfuild genderfluid person. Yeah. That is the only logical explanation for all sources to be true. Birdo also has an affair and good chemistry with:
• Yoshi lays eggs, yet uses he/him pronouns. Yoshi's Island DS revealed that Peach was actually raised by yoshis. The game also reveals that Peach already looked like a little girl upon her birth. Just like me. I also used to look like a little girl before my mother cut my hair for the first time at the age of 1. There are still old baby photos of me where I wear pink shirts and long hair and I have been mistaken for a girl on those photos.
• Luigi really likes to dress up in feminine clothes, making some people suggest that he is trans-female. Critics of this theory have pointed out that he could also just be a crossdresser. Well, first of all, Luigi lives in a universe where clothes give you special powers: The Tanooki Suit lets you fly, The Raccoon suit lets you fly and turn into a statue, the Hammer Suit lets you throw hammers, and so on and so forth. And we all know that Peach's floating ability comes from her dress. So if a person wants to dress differently in the Super Mario Universe, they undoubtedly also want to change their lifestyle, as well. Secondly, Super Mario 64 DS revealed that clothes can transform your look: Whoever wears Mario's cap turns into Mario, whoever wears Luigi's cap turns into Luigi, and whoever wears Wario's cap turns into Wario. All while also gaining their abilities and everything. And, finally, the New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe Website clearly implies that Luigi would have been interested in wearing the Super Crown. If Luigi is cis then he is at least what we would call an HRT femboy.
• Mario is not only friends with all of the above but also with the tadpolekin Mallow, the celestial-spirit-in-the-body-of-a-doll ♡♪!?, and the trans-female Vivian, who has been bullied by her sisters for being trans. Also, in the officially licensed Mario game Lily Franky Theater from 1995, Bowser becomes Mario's girlfriend, which is only possible if Bowser is transgender. And, finally, Mario occasionally crossdresses himself and his brother Luigi has no problem with that.

Furthermore, the Super Mario Universe is full of transformations: The Super Crown turns Toadette into a Peach lookalike, the Boo Mushroom turns Mario into a Boo (which makes all Boos attracted to him, which says a lot about their attraction), the kings of the Mushroom World have been turned into various Mario enemies in Super Mario Bros. 3, some Mario games feature lots of fake Bowsers who are actually some of his minions in disguises, magikoopas can magically transform practically everything into everything else, Cappy gives Mario the ability to possess his enemies' bodies, and so on and so forth, meaning that transgender people in the Super Mario Universe would be very likely to have a way to turn into their cisgender counterparts somehow.
But that only proves that Peach would have the possibility of being trans. Why do I think she actually is trans? Well, take a look at the only game focusing on what Peach does when she is on her own: The game Super Princess Peach is all about emotions. Why is this mechanic not in any other game? Well, this undoubtedly has to do with her being female, because women tend to be more emotional than men. This is not a stereotype. Men tend to have more testosterone than women and women tend to have more estrogen than men, making women more emotional. That's why taking estrogen makes trans women more emotional. Anyway, in order to have emotions in this game, you need to have energy in your Vibe Gauge. Otherwise, all you can do is be completely emotionally numb. Kinda like trans women before they start taking hormones. You can fill the Vibe Gauge a lot by collecting blue gems, kinda like how trans women take blue pills, or a little by consuming enemies. Trans people are also known to research specific foods to see which foods contain masculine or feminine hormones. All enemies fill up the Vibe Gauge a little, meaning that all enemies would have to contain feminine hormones, which would make perfect sense, considering all the enemies in the game are so overemotional to have gained special abilities due to the effects of the Vibe Scepter, which I would assume to magically fill people with estrogen. According to the game's end credits, no one knows who created the Vibe Scepter or why. Which would make perfect sense if it was created for transgender purposes in a society where trans people need to hide.
Anyway, you need to do all this in order to have emotions, something cis people get for free. And emotions also make you super powerful: Joy makes you fly and your skirt go spinny, rage makes you stomp so hard it can break rocks and produce actual fire, gloom makes you run really fast and also produce tears with no end, and calmness heals your injuries. Mario and Luigi can't do any of this. Also, Peach really needs all those emotions to progress. Even gloom, which is usually seen as a negative emotion by cis people, is really helpful for her, kinda like how trans women are happy when they are able to cry and sad when they are not.
Peach also spends the game collecting coins. But she is a princess. Shouldn't she be wealthy? Shouldn't she have insurance covering all kinds of things for her? What does she even do with all this money? Does she buy cheap foods like Mario and Luigi do? No. Does she buy expensive weapons like Mario and Luigi do? No. She buys:

• Self-defense tutorials that teach her how to use the new umbrella that Toadsworth gave her. Similar to how trans people get a lot of the information they need by watching tutorials from the internet.
• Several drinks that help her control her own emotions better. Say whatever you want but I classify those as medicine, especially given their unusually high prices. She also drinks a lot of "Tough Coffee", which is typical for people under a lot of stress, which is typical for trans people.
• Music. A necessity for some emotional people.
• Puzzle pieces to create pictures of herself on them. Pictures of oneself is something trans people take a lot when they are happy with their body.
• Minigames. Trans people tend to play lots of videogames, as those help them dissociate from their own body. Which would make perfect sense, given how tall she is.

All of those seem to be things that are necessary for trans people to live their lives while also being things that would not be covered by insurance.
So, um, yeah. That is basically my entire argument as to I think Peach might be trans.
Gosh, it's really hard to come up with a new trans headcanon for a universe that already has so many trans characters in it..........
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/uj In case you don't get the joke, I was pretending to try to prove Peach to be trans while inadvertently proving many other characters in the Super Mario universe to be trans (or trans allegories) instead.

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Ive been dating this girl for nearly a year. A couple of months after we started dating it was her birthday I sent flowers to her workplace on her birthday as a nice surprise and took her for dinner a few days later where I presented her with a present that she had mentioned on her twitter feed that she liked.
My birthday was nearly 8 months later and we’d had some ups and downs but I’d gotten her a bag for Christmas and was always generous when we went out paying mostly for meals and drinks. Although we did split other means too.
I would also add that we had an argument about gestures whereby I was being taken to a very fancy restaurant for work. Few days before the dinner she kept sending me messages saying that it would be a good gesture if I took her along or had food sent over for her. I knew she was joking but she kept going on about it until I snapped and told her that gestures work both ways… she still didn’t get it and made a joke saying something like it’s thumb wars. I sent her a voice mail saying look I know you’re just joking but you literally went to Paris a month ago and didn’t bring me anything back despite me saying that I loved French wine. She bought the cheapest bottle she could find for 8-10 euros (her words) for us to share…
She apologised and we made up. But what made me upset was that she didn’t just get it and apologise she made it about her which she has done in the past. Prior to that she had messaged me saying that she’d watched a tv show about working in finance which is what I do. I sent her a funny video of me receiving an award and an old report I’d written to give her context about what I do given she was interested. She didn’t respond even just to say thanks I’ll take a look or whatever. Couple of days go by it was the weekend so I left it. Monday morning I sent her a message saying hello everything ok? She responded but didn’t mention my message regarding the video or report.
I sent her a voice message on WhatsApp telling her I was upset at her non response to my earlier message. She responded by saying that she’s rubbish at communication and emotion and apologising saying that she was waiting to come back regarding the video and report as she didn’t know what to say. This maybe should have been a red flag for my birthday…
So I was planning to go away for my birthday with friends but then didn’t and my gf asked if she could take me to dinner.
She was away the week before in Greece seeing her dad but we had agreed a date for my birthday diner not on the day itself but towards the end of that week.
Day of my birthday she texts me at noon all of my friends and family had texted or called earlier.. to say happy birthday can I book the restaurant now. I was a bit surprised she hadn’t done it earlier but ok.
Day of my Birthday we meet for dinner no card or present but she did pay for dinner. Couple of days later she’s like she would like to surprise me with some new lingerie and asked me what I liked. I’m like whatever you like but she insisted that I give her some options - sent her some and said should I get it for you? She was like yes. Few days later after discussing with some friends I asked why no card on my birthday.
She told me she didn’t think she had to as she was meeting me after my birthday and that she never does blow out dinners like this so I should be lucky. We been out for dinner before so didn’t get this…- subsequent arguments about this and fact I’ve brought her lingerie she finally mentioned that she doesn’t do gifts as she thinks their tokenistic but she does experiences instead. For me dinner on someone’s birthday is a low bar… she told me I should draw a line and she’d do better next time but thanked me for letting her know…
This is something I couldn’t get over and while she offered to return the lingerie we continued to have massive arguments where she finally told me I need to just draw a line under it…
I think my gf likes receiving stuff more than she likes giving them. Should I dump her or try again to explain why I’m hurt?

Hi!
We're considering moving elsewhere for a change and Nottingham has been recommended by a group of friends. Though I'm really stuck on where to live, I haven't visited just yet, I'm planning on coming for a week to Nottingham in the Summer.
Just for context, I'm mid 30's and my partner is mid 20's. I'm working from home and my partner will most likely be working in some sort of office. I drive but my partner doesn't, so being bang in the center of the city isn't vital but being near public transport links would be great. We tend to enjoy staying within walking distance from the more central areas or public transport routes that take less than 20 minutes to reach central. Can anyone suggest areas that may suit me best during my visit?
We have a budget of around 1500/month, may want to buy if things go well after the first year. Our budget to buy would be up to £600,000-ish.
What are the areas I should avoid looking in? Antisocial, unsafe.
Is there anywhere a bit further out I should consider looking at?
Any tips for areas to visit for a coffee & walk around to get a general vibe of the area?
For context, we're moving up from Brighton and things we value from here close to where we stay are:
Being within walking distance of a good gym health club or a good sized park for running/run routes.
Tennis club that has indoor facilities if possible (I know Notts Indoor Tennis is meant to be amazing, but anywhere else that would be worth joining or checking out?)
Bookable 3G Football Pitches so I can get involved with some sports. (Astrokings, etc)
Easy access to outdoor spaces/parks that aren't swarmed by small children.
Walk able area with cafes/restaurants/convenience stores without being overly crowded.
I have had a look at similar previous posts on the sub and it seems the following areas might fit us well: West Bridgford, Beeston, Chilwell and Wollaton.
Sorry for the long post, tried to include as many relevant things as possible, thanks!

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I woke up hungover and went to work. Managed to get through the day somehow. Got a few beers and slept early at 7pm. Woke up at 9pm because I left the candle on next to my bed and the sheets and blankets(which I recently bought btw) got burned. Clothes burned.
I broke my Xbox controller and now I can't game anymore.
I spent a stack on alcohol and somehow had the sense not to hang out with a group of shady people and a dude called Laz who was driving the car at a crazy speed with a bunch of people around. One guy who was lying about being a lawyer when he's clearly probably a criminal.
I nearly burned my penis when I was ashing my cigarette into the toilet bowl while I was taking a dump
I met a girl who was probably the easiest sex I ever had and initiated it because I looked at her and she wanted to fuck at her place which was around the corner. We go there, she calls someone called Junaid, I say he's probably not coming so let's just go to my place I'll call a cab. She insists so I think ok. Junaid comes, she french kisses him wildly. I'm thinking maybe he's gay.. who knows. Junaid is her boyfriend. I was aghast all night.
I talked to this girl, interested in her, her friend comes and kisses her and I guess I'm shocked and I observe.. turns out I'm a weirdo because why did I watch, so says a group of girls around her.
I finally leave at 3AM and I meet a girl who's with her friend. We end up going to my place and stop by at the gas station for food and drinks. Come to my place. She's absolutely frigid. Won't let me touch her, won let me kiss her. Yet she won't leave my apartment still. She's still here, sleeping and she's cramping my style. I'm telling her but she's so hungover and just wants to hang out with me she says.
I feel like a total loser. But I know I'm not. I have a date tomorrow with a really beautiful girl who studies journalism that I met at my job. We both like reading and writing books and I wanna see where things go with her. I genuinely don't think I'm even all that interested in just sex I wanna get to know her well and possibly have her as my girlfriend.
My "girlfriend" left a month ago and the line has just gotten so cold. She really loved me for that time. I guess I didn't think about it at the time, but her leaving kinda hurt.

I was walking through a lovely downtown shopping area yesterday and went into a boutique hoping to find a unique dress to buy. I walked in, turned my head, and saw an in-tact standard poodle (huge dog) nearly filling up half of the store. (I mention in-tact because I’m sure it was the reason for the behavior.) Had a huge water and food bowl set up right next to the check out counter.
I was filled with anger and frustration because buying a product from that store was no longer an option even if I wanted to. I have a severe allergy to most animals but dogs are the worst. I can guarantee you that that dog’s fur and dander is all over the clothes.
This isn’t just whining—I have handled clothing and handmade items from homes with animals without knowing there were animals there and had severe reactions—needing to go to the ER kind of thing. It’s not just itchy, swollen eyes and painful hives, it’s asthma too.
And that dog started trying to fight with another dog outside the store at some point. I crossed the street then and passed a family walking two dogs. One of them lunged and growled with teeth bared at another dog walking by. They were all clearly poorly trained. I’ve never seen so many dogs in public in an area that used to be primarily human foot traffic and commerce. What is the deal?

Hey all, I have an overnight layover for tonight (saturday) and would love any recs for a casual/mellow bar (I like divey with pool) or a brewery with good food. I'm a late 20s male for context and am staying downtown near Shaughnessy Village. Recommendations for good, quick eats nearby also welcome. Thanks!

Our first wedding anniversary is coming up, and I’m looking to find a nice place with good food & drinks, preferably outdoor seating near the water that’s menu isn’t all seafood. I love the idea of going to downtown Newport but not sure of where the “place to be” is. Any suggestions?