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Gwyneth
When Gwyn had been told the news, she had not believed it. Her brother could not get someone pregnant, as he was known to only lay with men. Night had fell, and so with the interruption coming as she wound down for bed, she threw on layers of clothes as quickly as she could. If it were true, she knew she must act quickly.
The sands of a day were hot and unforgiving under the red sun, though the blue moon made them unforgiving in the opposite direction — many a good man had frozen to death at night, forfeiting their lives to the desolation that House Uller was born in. She had heard some say this was why the sands sired cruel children — they had learned it from the land that bore them.
Franklyn brought her horse as she left from out the Hellholt’s sturdy door. Her mind was racing, though she jerked her brother from atop the steed and nearly onto the ground at her feet as she took over the saddle. As she took off with a cloak haphazardly thrown over her and a sword at her side, she made for a harrowing sight — nothing but a giant shroud of darkness galloping forwards at a breakneck speed.
When she reached the wall she had one of the guards bring her a lit torch and gave them the command to open the gate. This I must see for myself, she thought, watching the men take hold of the ropes and pull with all their might — which is what it took to swing the giant red passage open. Most of the Hellholt was built with colossal proportions.
What she saw as the entryway was tended to was someone. They looked like a man at first and from afar, though when she looked down she saw that below their armor protruded a gut that was a stark contrast to the rest of their body — a paunch that looked distinctly gestated. By R’hllor, they were right she thought as she heard Franklyn’s horse catching up with them from a ways away.
The woman was strong, tall and armored. She had a sword at her hip, just like Gwyn did. The woman’s hair was shorn nearly to her scalp, adding to the ambiguous nature of her gender. But when she looked down at that stomach, they matched in that way. The other woman was darker in coloration than even Gwyneth, who was among the darkest of the Westerosi Houses — evidence of her being from somewhere else.
Gwyneth dismounted her horse with nothing but the torch and sheathed sword at her side, though her men put their hands to their weapons to await their orders before being stopped by their magnate when she raised a hand for them to stand down. Gwyneth approached her slowly, letting the torch light the way.
When she was close enough to see the red light of the flames flicker in the other woman’s eyes, she stopped. She could see the woman was wet, assuming she had crossed the river to reach their keep — only adding to Gwyneth’s inclination to believe her.
“They told me you were...” Gwyneth said, lowering the light slightly to gesture to her stomach, insinuating that she was bearing a child.
“They told you correctly, then,” the woman answered huskily, shivering from the cold that Gwyn assumed was foreign to her — though it was safe to assume the wet clothes and armor did little to help.
“And what is your name?” Asked Gwyn.
“Xoja. Xoja, from The Summer Isles,” the woman answered shakily.
Gwyneth reached a hand out to the woman, choosing to believe her at her face value. If it was her brother’s child, then it would need to be taken care of like any other member of their family and Gwyneth had empathy with the pregnant woman as she was much the same herself.
“Trust me, and come,” Gwyneth requested of the stranger as Franklyn rode forward skeptically. He worried that the stranger could hurt their leader, and given that Gwyneth was pregnant herself, she was vulnerable for one of the first times in her life. She was always a domineering, robust woman. But now she had another person to worry about inside of her.
Gwyneth gave her torch away and was helped onto her stallion by a guard, and then Xoja was helped on behind her. She felt the woman’s swollen stomach at her back, and took riding with her as cargo very seriously — though she was the best rider in the Hellholt, and so she trusted no one more with the job than herself.
When they reached the Keep and departed from their horse, they went inside to find Nesirah there waiting on them in a cloak so red it was nearly black. Gwyneth was not surprised by Nesirah’s quickness, as she was unsure if she even slept. What surprised her was Grandmother Mellei’s appearance, as for her age Gwyneth had expected her to stay asleep.
“Nesirah, she’s freezing to death. Run her a bath with water that is steaming hot to warm her, and Grandmother go find her some clothes from my quarters — they’ll be too big, but will suffice for now. And then go have a room made for her. Quickly!” She ordered, and everyone obeyed her without question as Nesirah took the strange woman’s hand and led her down into the depths of the Hellholt.
Xoja
Xoja stripped her armor off clumsily, desperately needing to be given shelter and warmth. It was not expensive, and was truthfully little more than some chains that might keep an arrow or two from killing her; even she could not remember who she had stolen it from now. She shrugged off her tunic and kicked off the boots before letting her britches and sword fall carelessly as well.
She smelled terrible. She had trekked by riverside for days for some Qorgyle man’s promise that the man she slept with’s family lived here. Nightly she would repeat the names of the family members she had been told about, and where it might be. And aside from skin that glowed from the prospect of motherhood, her whole appearance was evidence of that journey.
She watched Nesirah draw her bath and saw her sprinkle some droplets into the water that made the whole room reek of some overbearing florals — though, anything was an improvement to the body odor Xoja was producing. She thought about the lady who had took her hand earlier in the night. A giantess who could do some damage if you crossed her, she figured. We could’ve used her on the ship, she thought.
Nesirah was much the opposite. Small, and quiet with a mousy way about her as she went about fixing the bath by pouring potfuls of boiling water into the basin. It was finally ready when she took Xoja’s hand and led her over to it. The heat took Xoja’s breath away immediately when she stepped in, though the relief was euphoric. Her one hand was held by Nesirah who helped lower her into the perfumed water, and the other held her stomach.
“You’re lucky,” Nesirah commented as she took to her knees beside the tub to begin washing her while also looking for any concerning injuries.
“Lucky?” Xoja offered back in a deep and thickly accented voice. From her voice to even her musculature, all that would give her gender away to most eyes was her now turgid gut and the faintest hint of breasts she revealed now that she was in the nude.
“Lucky that R’hllor led you here to us when he did. Much longer out there could’ve been disastrous for you or your baby. Your’s and Lewyn’s baby...” Nesirah said, quiet and breathy as she yanked Xoja’s nearest arm into the air to wash and look under it.
Xoja purposefully ignored the comment about Lewyn. Where she was from, the concept of bastardy was nearly unheard of. But now, as she sit pregnant with a Westerosi’s child, she knew by their standards what their child would be. This was the only option though — a child could not accompany her as she lived a dangerous life and had no alternative.
R’hllor?
She did not know the Red God’s reach had came this far. She was not particularly religious, though the statement rang true. She was on the brink of death, and whether The Lord of Light was real or not it was indisputable that his believers had saved her.
The woman who Gwyneth had called ‘grandmother’ stepped into the privy room without so much as a knock. Where Xoja was from, the elders were held in high regard and so she guessed perhaps it was the same here. The woman was maybe one of the oldest she had ever met, rotund, and out of breath when she was met with the steam of the room.
“I brought you,” Mellei said, taking a deep breath before continuing, “one of Lady Gwyneth’s gowns and a pair of my old shoes. I just hope they fit,” she said, taking a seat on the commode so that they could talk for a moment while waving steam from out of her face.
“They said my grandson is responsible for that swelling,” Mellei commented to the naked woman. As she spoke, Nesirah sighed and stood up from her knees to help Xoja from the bath. Luckily, she had not been injured but she was exhausted and fatigued — though it was glad news that was all.
“Oh, no shame in it. If I had a gold coin for every time I was pregnant and ran through that river because I’d lost my wits... Well, I had three children, so I guess I’d have gold coins,” she said with a hearty laugh, joining Nesirah in helping her. “I guess I shouldn’t say so, but I’m only surprised because I thought it’d be just as likely that he’d get pregnant than him impregnating someone else,” Mellei joked, though her very real skepticism was apparent.
Xoja gave a polite grin, though made no comment as the two women dressed her in a gown and helped her with her shoes before leading her to the dining hall to nourish her and the little Lewyn that she had growing inside of her allegedly. Already she felt much better.
Xoja sat down and was fed desert rabbit meat and cooked desert milkweed in front of the great brazier that was nearly as tall as Lady Gwyneth would be, she figured. When she was done, she was taken to her chambers to be given respite.
Gwyneth & Xoja
As the day broke, Gwyneth was full of mixed feelings. On one hand, she would have a sister in some sense — something that made her very happy. Since Frynne had left her, there was a hole in her stead, and she could feel that being filled with Xoja’s presence already. And their two children could play together.
On the other hand, there were doubts about Xoja’s origins. There were doubts about the validity of her claims. How? How could he...? she found herself wondering. To her knowledge, he only ever had eyes for men — and most of all, Daeron. Though, out of sympathy for her predicament, she found herself giving Xoja the benefit of the doubt.
She wandered down the hall after she had fully awoken, then went down the steps. The Hellholt was a maze of sorts, a labyrinth of paths that were carved mostly into the natural land. Scenes and motifs were etched into the red stone intricately, though the one that appeared most often was the symbol of fire. When she reached Xoja’s room, she listened carefully, but heard nothing.
She cracked the door open, and saw Xoja was laying turned away from the door. Allowing herself in, Gwyneth went to the cot and sat beside the woman who’s skin was a stark contrast to the beige bedding.
Xoja, especially now that she was clean from a bath, was nearly an exquisite beauty even though she was so manly. It was interesting to see her shoulders with a gauzy white fabric over them, dainty and feminine, when just the night before she looked like a sturdy man ready for battle.
She went to speak, but was cut off before she could.
“Thank you.”
The voice came from Xoja, revealing that she was not asleep. It was subtly surprising, but Gwyneth was glad all the same. She turned on her other side, now looking up to Gwyn as she lay there. Her accent and mannish voice were endearing Gwyneth thought. If it was true what she said about Lewyn, then she could see how he could’ve fallen for her.
“No need to thank me, ‘Xoja from The Summer Isles,’” Gwyneth quoted from their original meeting. “It is all R’hllor’s doing, he just works through me. Thank Him instead.”
Xoja took her hands and rested them on her stomach in thought. Does she have a point? She wondered. Here she was, being welcomed by these strangers in R’hllor’s name. She was a stranger. A sinner. A piratical thief, a nonbeliever. And still, with blind faith they gave her refuge.
“This R’hllor... You really believe in him, don’t you?” Xoja asked, almost incredulously, but starting to feel slightly convinced by the strange events that had brought her here.
“Oh, yes Xoja. We all do. I see his miracles everyday,” Gwyneth said, moving her hand to where Xoja was resting hers on her own belly.
“I see one before my very eyes right here.”
Xoja wanted to cry. Gwyneth called the child a blessing, a miracle. But Xoja knew from the stories she had heard that her baby would not be treated like a miracle by the society it would be raised in. A society that hated bastards, even with the leniency of Dorne, they would be treated different than true born children.
“My baby will be a bastard.”
“Hush! There are no bastards here. Only children born by means of force are bastards, Xoja. Any child born from love can never be sinful in R’hllor’s eyes,” Gwyneth explained.
“But... but I don’t believe in R’hllor,” Xoja confessed, wishing not to lie to the sister she had found here. Though some part of her was beginning to see the Lord’s Light.
Gwyn smiled. “All the same, R’hllor loves you. The only enemies he has are people who would seek to do his followers harm.”
There was a moment of silence when neither woman said anything. It lasted an awkwardly long time, but perhaps it was necessary to reflect on all that had happened — especially to Xoja.
“I saw the red temple. Could you bring me there?”
Gwyneth was much obliged, and though the distance was long, it felt much faster than the trek to get to the Hellholt that was for certain. The temperature was now more like what Xoja was used to in her home. Warm. When they reached the Keep, Nesirah was there, like Gwyneth knew she would be.
Nesirah turned at the noise, and made no face of happiness when she saw Gwyn and Xoja — though, she rarely made a face for anything. She was silhouetted by a crackling fire, causing her to be backlit by its glow which made her dark features even darker in contrast. In her hands was a tin of oil used for ritual purposes.
“Come, you child. I can see it in your eyes that you still have your doubts about R’hllor’s serene magnificence. Proof abounds, it is all around you, if one chooses to see it.”
She turned her back to them and started speaking in a tongue that neither Gwyn nor Xoja understood, seeming to be conjuring up another entity. Nesirah’s once quiet and meek voice was now commanding and otherworldly as she swayed back and forth and made motions like she was clawing her face — letting out screams and wails for some ritualistic purpose.
As she stumbled around the fire, all of the sojourners in attendance so too rose and joined in on the dancing around the fire, screaming and crying out for forgiveness, all speaking in tongues and hisses, begging in every way for their sins to be forgiven. Clawing at their faces symbolically, as the flames whipped with the movement.
Gwyneth had been holding Xoja’s hand, but even she broke free and joined in on the creed. They were singing, chanting, and crying in complete disarray which made for a cacophony of worship that was deafening and mesmerizing all at once. Then, everything reached its peak when Nesirah cast her hands forward and like a volcano the inferno unfurled upwards from the pyre while everyone screamed in unison and hugged one another.
Xoja was transfixed, and she began wanting to join them. She had no family to speak of. And so her plans to have her baby and leave to go back to being a seafarer slowly faded away from her mind. Here, they would be her family. Here, her daughter would always be taken care of.
Nesirah turned to her, tears running down her face while everyone still bowed to the flame that was somehow still steadily licking the extremely high ceilings that were needed for these fire rituals. There was a horrific beauty about fire. How it held the power to destroy everything in its way and demanded respect.
“Lord of Light, thank you for another day under your sun that keeps us warm. Lead us from the darkness, O Lord. Fill us with fire so we may always see your shining path, please, never let us be led astray. You are the flame that gives us longing, the spark that gives us wisdom, the burning that gives us hope.”
”Lord of Light, protect us! For the night is long and full of terrors. Lord of Light, protect us! For the night is long and full of terrors.” They all chanted while Xoja was the only exception.
She stepped forward to the fire where they all bowed, and took her spot then. The flames were dying down to normal as she did, and she had been made a believer by the showing of hospitality and unison she had seen. Then, they chanted again, and she joined in — a follower of The Lord of Light now.
”Lord of Light, protect us! For the night is long and full of terrors.” Everyone said now while Gwyneth gave a satisfied and gladdened smile. Now, Xoja truly was her sister — both by blood and by faith.
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Gwyneth
When Gwyn had been told the news, she had not believed it. Her brother could not get someone pregnant, as he was known to only lay with men. Night had fell, and so with the interruption as she wound down for bed, she threw on layers of clothes as quickly as she could. If it were true, she knew she must act quickly.
The sands of a day were hot and unforgiving under the red soon, though the blue moon made them unforgiving in the opposite direction — many a good man had frozen to death, forfeiting their lives to the desolation that House Uller was born in. She had heard some say this was why the sands sired cruel children — they had learned it from the land that bore them.
Franklyn brought her horse as she left from the Hellholt’s sturdy door. Her mind was racing, though she jerked her brother from atop the steed and nearly onto the ground at her feet as she took over the saddle. As she took off with a cloak haphazardly thrown over her and a sword at her side, she made for a harrowing sight — nothing but a giant shroud of darkness galloping forwards at a breakneck speed.
When she reached the wall she had one of the guards bring her a lit torch from off the wall and gave them the command to open the gate. This I must see for myself, she thought, watching the men take hold of the ropes and pull with all their might — which is what it took to swing the giant red passage open. Most of the Hellholt was built with colossal proportions.
What she saw as the entryway was tended to was someone. They looked like a man at first and from afar, though when she looked down she that below their armor protruded a gut that was a stark contrast to the rest of their body — a paunch that looked distinctly gestated. By R’hllor, they were right she thought as she heard Franklyn’s horse catching up with them from a ways away.
The woman was strong, tall and armored. She had a sword at her hip, just like she did. The woman’s hair was shorn nearly to her scalp, adding to the ambiguous nature of her gender. But when she looked down at that stomach, they matched in that way. The other woman was darker in coloration than even Gwyneth, who was among the darkest of the Westerosi Houses — evidence of her being from somewhere else.
Gwyneth dismounted her horse with nothing but the torch and sheathed sword at her side, though her men put their hands to their weapons to await their orders before being stopped by their magnate when she raised a hand for them to stand down. Gwyneth approached her slowly, letting the torch light the way.
When she was close enough to see the red light of the flames flicker in the other woman’s eyes, she stopped. She could see the woman was wet, assuming she had crossed the river to reach their keep — only adding to Gwyneth’s inclination to believe her.
“They told me you were...” Gwyneth said, lowering the light slightly to gesture to her stomach, insinuating that she was bearing a child.
“They told you correctly, then,” the woman answered huskily, shivering from the cold that Gwyn assumed was foreign to her — though it was safe to assume the wet clothes and armor did little to help.
“And what is your name?” Asked Gwyn.
“Xoja. Xoja, from The Summer Isles,” the woman answered shakily.
Gwyneth reached a hand out to the woman, choosing to believe her at her face value. If it was her brother’s child, then it would need to be taken care of like any other member of their family and Gwyneth had empathy with the pregnant woman as she was much the same herself.
“Trust me, and come,” Gwyneth requested of the stranger as Franklyn rode forward skeptically. He worried that the stranger could hurt their leader, and given that Gwyneth was pregnant herself, she was vulnerable for one of the first times in her life. She was always a domineering, robust woman. But now she had another person to worry about inside of her.
Gwyneth gave her torch away and was helped onto her stallion by a guard, and then Xoja was helped on behind her. She felt the woman’s swollen stomach at her back, and took riding with her as cargo very seriously — though she was the best rider in the Hellholt, and so she trusted no one more with the job than herself.
When they reached the Keep and departed from their horse, they went inside to find Nesirah there waiting on them in a cloak so red it was nearly black. Gwyneth was not surprised by Nesirah’s quickness, as she was unsure if she even slept. What surprised her was Grandmother Mellei’s appearance, as for her age Gwyneth had expected her to stay asleep.
“Nesirah, she’s freezing to death. Run her a bath with water that is steaming hot to warm her, and grandmother go find her some clothes from my quarters — they’ll be too big, but will suffice for now. And then go have a room made for her. Quickly!” She ordered, and everyone obeyed her without question as Nesirah took the strange woman’s hand and led her down into the depths of the Hellholt.
Xoja
Xoja stripped her armor off clumsily, desperately needing to be given shelter and warmth. It was not expensive, and was truthfully little more than some chains that might keep an arrow or two from killing her; even she could not remember who she’s stole it from now. She shrugged off her tunic and boots, before letting her britches and sword fall carelessly as well.
She smelled terrible. She had trekked by riverside for days for some Qorgyle man’s promise that the man she slept with’s family lived here. Nightly she would treat the names of the family members she had been told about, and where it might be. And aside from skin that flowed from the prospect of motherhood, her whole appearance was evidence of that journey.
She watched Nesirah draw her bath and saw her sprinkle some droplets into the water that made the whole room reek of some overbearing florals — though, anything was an improvement than the body odor Xoja was producing. She thought about the lady who had took her hand earlier in the night. A giantess who could do some damage if you crossed her, she figured. We could’ve used her on the ship, she thought.
Nesirah was much the opposite. Small, and quiet with a mousy way about her as she went about fixing the bath by pouring potfuls of boiling water into the basin. It was finally ready as she took Xoja’s hand and led her over to it. The heat took Xoja’s breath away immediately, though the relief was euphoric. Her one hand was held by Nesirah who helped lower her into the perfumed water, and the other held her stomach.
“You’re lucky,” Nesirah commented as she took to her knees beside the tub to begin washing her while also looking for any concerning injuries.
“Lucky?” Xoja offered back in a deep and thickly accented voice. From her voice to even her musculature, all that would give her gender away to most eyes as a woman was that turgid gut and the faintest hints of breasts she revealed now that she was in the nude.
“Lucky that R’hllor led you here to us when he did. Much longer out there could’ve been disastrous for you or your baby. Your’s and Lewyn’s baby...” Nesirah said, quiet and breathy as she yanked Xoja’s nearest arm into the air to wash and look under it.
Xoja purposefully ignored the comment about Lewyn. Where she was from, the concept of bastardy was nearly unheard of. But now, as she sit pregnant with a Westerosi’s child, she knew by their standards what their child would be. This was the only option though — a child could not accompany her as she loved a dangerous life and had no alternative.
R’hllor?
She did not know the Red God’s reach had came this far. She was not particularly religious, though the statement rang true. She was on the brink of death, and whether the Red God was real or not it was indisputable that his believers had saved her.
The woman who Gwyneth had called ‘grandmother’ stepped into the privy room without so much as a knock. Where Xoja was from, the elders were held in high regard and so she guessed perhaps it was the same here. The woman was maybe one of the oldest she had ever met, rotund, and out of breath when she was met with the steam of the room.
“I brought you,” Mellei said, taking a deep breath before continuing, “one of Lady Gwyneth’s gowns and a pair of my old shoes. I just hope they fit,” she said, taking a seat on the commode so that they could talk for a moment while waving steam from out of her face.
“They said my grandson is responsible for that swelling,” Mellei commented to the naked woman. As she spoke, Nesirah sighed and stood up from her knees to help Xoja from the bath. Luckily, she had not been injured but she was exhausted and fatigued — though it was glad news that was all she was.
“Oh, no shame in it. If I had a gold coin for every time I was pregnant and ran through that river because I’d lost my wits... Well, I had three children, so I guess I’d have gold coins,” she said with a hearty laugh, joining Nesirah in helping her. “I guess I shouldn’t say so, but I’m only surprised because I thought it’d be just as likely that he’d get pregnant than him impregnating someone else,” Mellei joked, though her very real skepticism was apparent.
Xoja gave a polite grin, though made no comment as the two women dressed her in a gown and helped her with her shoes before leading her to the eating hall to nourish her and the little Lewyn that she had growing inside of her allegedly. Already she felt much better.
Xoja sat down and was fed desert rabbut meat and cooked desert milkweed in front of the great brazier that was nearly as taller than Lady Gwyneth would be, she figured. When she was done, she was taken to her chambers to be given respite.
Gwyneth & Xoja
As the day broke, she was full of mixed feelings. On one hand, she would have a sister in some sense — something that made her very happy. Since Frynne had left her, there was a hole in her stead, and she could feel that being filled with Xoja’s presence already. And their two children could play together.
On the other hand, there were doubts about Xoja’s origins. There were doubts about the validity of her claims. How? How could he...? she found herself wondering. To her knowledge, he only ever had eyes for men — and most of all, Daeron. Though, out of sympathy for her predicament, she found herself giving Xoja the benefit of the doubt.
She wandered down the hall after she had fully awoken, then went down the steps. the Hellholt was a maze of sorts, a labyrinth of paths that were carved mostly into the natural land. Scenes and motifs were etched into the red stone intricately, though the one that appeared most often was the symbol of fire. When she reached Xoja’s room, she listened carefully, but heard nothing.
She cracked the door open, and saw Xoja was laying turned away from the door. Allowing herself in, Gwyneth went to the cot and sat beside the woman who’s skin was a stark contrast to the beige bedding.
Xoja, especially now that she was clean from a bath, was nearly an exquisite beauty even though she was so manly. It was interesting to see her shoulders with a gauzy white fabric over them, dainty and feminine, when just the night before she looked like a sturdy man ready for battle.
She went to speak, but was cut off before she could.
“Thank you.”
The voice came from Xoja, revealing that she was not asleep. It was subtly surprising, but Gwyneth was glad all the same. She turned on her other side, now looking up to Gwyn as she lay there. Her accent and mannish voice were endearing Gwyneth thought. If it was true what she said about Lewyn, then she could see how he could’ve fallen for her.
“No need to thank me, ‘Xoja from The Summer Isles,’ Gwyneth quoted from their original meeting. “It is all R’hllor’s doing, he just works through me. Thank Him instead.”
Xoja took her hands and rested them on her stomach in thought. Does she have a point? she thought. Here she was, being welcomed by these strangers in R’hllor’s name. She was a stranger. A sinner. A piratical thief, a nonbeliever. And still, with blind faith they gave her refuge.
“This R’hllor... You really believe in him, don’t you?” Xoja asked, almost incredulously, but starting to feel slightly convinced by the strange events that had brought her here.
“Oh, yes Xoja. We all do. I see his miracles everyday,” Gwyneth said, moving her hand to where Xoja was resting hers on her own belly.
“I see one before my very eyes right here.”
Xoja wanted to cry. Gwyneth called the child a blessing, a miracle. But Xoja knew from the stories she had heard that her baby would not be treated like a miracle by the society it would be raised in. A society that hated bastards, even with the leniency of Dorne, they would be treated different than true born children.
“My baby will be a bastard.”
“Hush! There are no bastards here. Only children born by means of force are bastards, Xoja. Any child born from love can never be sinful in R’hllor’s eyes,” Gwyneth explained.
“But... but I don’t believe in R’hllor,” Xoja confessed, wishing not to lie to the sister she had found here. Though some part of her was beginning to see the Lord’s Light.
Gwyn smiled. “All the same, R’hllor loves you. The only enemies he has are people who would seek to do his followers harm.”
There was a moment of silence when neither woman said anything. It lasted an awkwardly long time, but perhaps it was necessary to reflect on all that had happened — especially to Xoja.
“I saw the red temple. Could you bring me there?”
Gwyneth was much obliged, and though the distance was long, it felt much faster than the trek to get to the Hellholt that was for certain. The temperature was now more like what Xoja was used to in her home. Warm. When they reached the Keep, Nesirah was there, like Gwyneth knew she would be.
Nesirah turned at the noise, and made no face of happiness when she saw Gwyn and Xoja — though, she rarely made a face for anything. She was silhouetted by a crackling fire, causing her to be backlit by its glow which made her dark features even darker in contrast. In her hands was a tin of oil used for ritual purposes.
“Come, you child. I can see it in your eyes that you still have your doubts about R’hllor’s serene magnificence. Proof abounds, it is all around you, if one chooses to see it.”
She turned her back to them and started speaking in a tongue that neither Gwyn nor Xoja understood, seeming to be conjuring up another entity. Nesirah’s once quiet and meek voice was no commanding and otherworldly as she swayed back and forth and made motions like she was clawing her face — letting out screams and wails for some ritualistic purpose.
As she danced around the fire, all of the sojourners in attendance so too rose and joined in on the dancing around the fire, screaming and crying out for forgiveness, all speaking in tongues and hisses, begging in every way for their sins to be forgiven. Clawing at their faces symbolically, as the flames whipped with the movement.
Gwyneth had been holding Xoja’s hand, but even she broke free and joined in on the creed. They were singing, chanting, and crying in complete disarray which made for a cacophony of worship that was deafening and mesmerizing all at once. Then, everything reaches its peak when Nesirah cast her hands forward and like a volcano the inferno unfurled upwards like a pyre while everyone screamed in unison and hugged one another.
Xoja was transfixed, and she began wanting to join them. She had no family to speak of. And so her plans to have her baby and leave to go back to being a seafarer slowly faded away from her mind. Here, they would be her family. Here, her daughter would always be taken care of.
Nesirah turned to her, tears running down her face while everyone still bowed to the flame that was somehow still steadily licking the extremely high ceilings that were needed for these fire rituals. There was a horrific beauty about fire. How it held the power to destroy everything in its way and demanded respect.
“Lord of Light, thank you for another day under your sun that keeps us warm. Lead us from the darkness, O Lord. Fill us with fire so we may always see your shining path, please, never let us be led astray. You are the flame that gives us longing, the spark that gives us wisdom, the burning that gives us hope.”
”Lord of Light, protect us! For the night is long and full of terrors. Lord of Light, protect us! For the night is long and full of terrors.” They all chanted while Xoja was the only exception.
She stepped forward to the fire where they all bowed, and took her spot then. The flames were dying down to normal as she did, and she had been made a believer by the showing of hospitality and unison she had seen. Then, they chanted again, and she joined in — a follower of The Lord of Light now.
”Lord of Light, protect us! For the night is long and full of terrors.” Everyone said now while Gwyneth gave a satisfied and gladdened smile. Now, Xoja truly was her sister — both by blood and by faith.
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2020.11.19 21:12 R-M-Staniforth Journal of a Psychopath: High School

It was my third week at my new high school. I’m used to being the new guy, so it doesn’t bother me much. I’m an introvert anyway. I grew up in the Foster Care System and had never stayed in one place for too long.
I wasn’t known as a problem child, I just never bonded with any of my foster parents. They could tell, and my lack of attachment always bothered them. They could send me off and hope that their next foster child would give them the happiness they were looking for. The living conditions were usually substandard anyway.
Foster parents need to be needed, so I never took it personally. I’ve never felt like I’ve needed anybody. It’s whatever. I’m in my Junior year anyway, and in just under 2 years I’ll be liberated from the system and on my own. College will be all but free, as they practically beg us foster kids to go to college.
Nonetheless, I was three weeks into classes at my new school, and I had already made an enemy.
In this suburban High School, these idiots were just like the kids at every other school. A bunch of dudes trying way too hard to look hard to the gaggles of girls trying way too hard to stand out, ironically by doing the exact same thing that every other girl was doing. The hallways are filled with drama this, drama that, look at these 100 dollar shoes daddy bought me. People are so drab.
The day I arrived, I knew that Jake would be a problem. Jake was somehow the single most cliche high school jock I’d ever seen, including in the movies. He was tall, built, a lady’s man, and had rich parents. The most standout feature was his incessant need to act overly tough at all times. I was never sure if he was compensating for a tiny ego, or he just had a really large ego. Maybe the true answer was in both of those options. Either way, I hated this kid so bad that just the sound of his goddamn voice made me want to move.
I was minding my own business one fateful morning when some pathetic nerd had the misfortune of lightly bumping into Jake. Commotion stirred as students all around the hallway gathered to laugh at Jakes beratment of the scrawny nerd.
“Did you just push me, tiny?” He said way too loud, garnering the attention of the other idiots. The terrified scrawny kid stammered garbled apologies “I’m sorry, I’m sorry It-it-it was an acci-.” Before he could finish his stutters Jake smacked the large stack of books and binders out of the kid’s hands, scattering books and loose papers everywhere. Laughter erupted from the crowd of idiots. Has this kid ever heard of a backpack?
I saw my opportunity, it was time to set my plan in motion. “I bet you get off by pushing little kids around, don’t you?” I spouted out, with a laugh. Silence fell so immediately that it was comical. As Jake turned around, I could see the blood vein popping out of his temple. This kid had some anger problems. I don’t think mommy ever told him no.
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, new kid?” “Some idiot,” I responded without delay. Jake was really about to lose it now. He pushed me into the locker and put his face so close to my face that I could smell his spearmint gum and nauseating cologne. I had just insulted him in front of his peers, Jake’s primal instincts dictated that he had to ensure everyone saw him as the Alpha Male
Sure Jake was taller, bigger, and stronger than I, but what he didn’t know is that when it comes to fighting, I’m a ragtag, scrappy kid with fast hands. Also, I knew how to take a hit. When I was 8 my foster home taught me how to be tough the hard way. Jake might be a brute, but I knew how to fight dirty and smart.
I placed my left foot slightly behind his right heel and simultaneously slammed my shoulder into his chest as I swiped his foot out from underneath him. The thud as he hit the floor brought shock to the growing crowd. To purposefully add insult to injury, I chimed in with some commentary. “Looks like your dad isn’t the only one who beats you anymore.”
The statement may or may not have been true, but either way, the goal was to get in his head. Fighting is as much mental as it is physical. He got up and came bumbling my way putting all of his weight behind a haymaker that I could have seen coming from two blocks away. I ducked as his fist flew over my head and landed right in a locker. This was too easy.
His back was now turned toward me, and his body twisted, providing a perfect angle to go on the offensive. I gave him a powerful knee to his side, aimed precisely to give a blow to the kidney. Body shots should always be aimed at major organs, that’s what causes the most pain. I was rewarded with a grunt of pain as he dropped to a knee doubled over his side.
I could have stopped there, but I hated this kid and needed him to hate me. With a quick and easy, but powerful right hook, I delivered the final blow. His nose made a crunch under my fist, and I loved it. Satisfied, I picked up my backpack and carried on my way. Leaving Jake laying on the ground with blood on his face, surrounded by a baffled audience.
I went ahead and walked straight to the administrative office, helping myself to a chair. The lady behind the desk had a nose that pointed upwards, displaying her nostrils to anyone and everyone. She reminded me of a pig.
“Can I help you?” Mrs. Pig asked, with a high pitched tone that stank of fake kindness.
“The Principal is going to want to see me soon,” I told her, with my legs crossed and hands behind my head.
“Oh, do you have an appointment?” She asked. I don’t understand why this lady feels the need to speak with such a high pitch. It reminded me of nails on a chalkboard
“No, I stumbled across a bullying incident and long story short I broke someone's nose.” The amusing look on her face was somewhere between confused and shocked.
“I’ll be right back.” Mrs. Pig said slowly as she got out of her chair. She disappeared into the back hallway and came out a couple of minutes later being trailed by a tall trim man wearing a worn grey suit that was almost as old fashioned as his ridiculous bushy grey mustache.
In remarkably good timing, the glorified hall monitor, who was officially called hallway security, came walking in holding the arm of Jake. To my pleasure, Jake was gingerly holding a large wad of blood-soaked paper towels over his nose. There were several drops on his beloved letterman’s jacket. I hope it stained.
Behind Jake and Mr. Hallway Monitor was the stuttering little kid who had nearly become Jake's chew toy that morning. I almost forgot about him. Stutters shot me a grateful look, but he still remained panicked and terrified. He reminded me of a wide-eyed Chihuahua who had been beaten too many times.
The remaining process took several hours. First, the principal and Mr. Hall Monitor interviewed me while Jake was working on getting his profusely bleeding nose under control. Afterward, they interviewed Stutters, who backed up my story. Lastly, they interviewed Jake, who naturally claimed that I sucker-punched him.
After that, I was forced to call my Foster Parent, Dean, and now he sat beside me as the principal explained my suspension. Dean wasn’t having any of that though. Lucky for me, he’s a Lawyer. Not a big-time fancy corporate Lawyer, he was a public defender for the city. Still, his skills would prove useful.
His arrival marked the beginning of a long argument, in which Dean laid out the legality of self-defense and ranted about anti-bullying. The School Administration refused to show any documentation concerning previous complaints concerning Jake’s bullying, which likely meant that it did indeed exist and the school needed to cover up their inaction. After Dean threatened to file a lawsuit, and go public with it, the Principal actually backed down.
I was surprised, I’ve never had a foster parent go to bat for me. Maybe Dean could prove useful after all.
Of course, he didn’t really do it for me. Dean was nice enough, but I could see that he was only on board with the foster parent thing to appease his wife, Sarah. I’m assuming that they tried for years to have a child of their own, but for whatever medical reasons they were unable. Why or how they ended up with a teenage foster child was beyond me.
Sarah was the single most generous Foster Parent I’ve ever had, but she had a pathetic need to be loved and needed. I don’t share this need, but frankly, my current Foster situation is pretty good, and I like this part of the town they live in. It’s off toward the end of the suburban part of the city, and the woods were nearby. The woods provided me with plenty of quiet places to visit. For this reason, I would play into Sarah’s needs for as long as necessary. It was too easy to turn on the grateful orphan persona and allow Sarah to feel needed. In return, I’ll be provided with as cushy of a life as a foster kid can get.
Dean and I were now alone in the parking lot. As he reached to open his car door, he stopped and looked at me. “Listen Rich,” Oh god, here comes the emotional talk about how he understands that I’m going through a tough time yadda yadda. “I just wanted to let you know that, I’m impressed with what you did, standing up for a kid that was being bullied. So umm, let’s just not tell Sarah about this, okay?”
“Sounds good, Thanks, Dean.” He looked like he was about to give me an awkward hug, but thankfully he settled with a slightly less awkward fist bump. Apparently, he was touched by my bold display of anti-bullying, saving Stutters from the big meanie. Honestly, my actions had nothing to do with defending that spineless shrimp. I don’t give two shits about him. I did it because I hated Jake, and Stutters gave me a golden opportunity that I couldn’t waste.
The rest of the day was dismal and ordinary. Classes were easy for me. I didn’t do most of my homework but managed B’s and sometimes A’s simply by getting good scores on the tests. My motivation depended on the class. Math was easy but boring, my Reading teacher was a true moron who loved overanalyzing worthless poetry, but my Psychology class was actually interesting and useful.
At this point, I’d already read the entire Psych textbook and continued research on my own. It was helping me to understand more about myself. I had been reading about Personality Disorders, and I saw a lot of myself in the section about Psychopathy and Antisocial Behavior. At this point, I wondered if I myself was a Psychopath. It didn’t bother me one bit. It just made sense.
Psychopathy Personality Disorder is characterized by many things, including an inability to feel empathy. This is where I felt uncertain. There was only one person who I’ve ever truly felt empathy for, Addy. Addy was once my foster sister, but we had been separated when I was 8. I’m not sure if I have the inability to feel empathy for another, or if I simply learned not to after losing Addy.
As I was walking home, only a 25-minute walk, I turned down the back road right next to the woods. Houses were scarce on this road. Nice, quiet, and out of sight. About 10 minutes into my walk, I realized I was being followed by a maroon Mustang Convertible. The car pulled up, and out clambered Jake and 3 of his minions. A group of idiots who followed Jake, like little neglected dogs hoping to get a compliment and some positive attention.
I can fight, sure, but I’m not stupid either. I was outnumbered four to one, so I turned and ran for the wood line. I’ll admit, these kids were fast, I quickly realized that I wouldn’t be able outrun them for too long. So I said to Hell with it, I’m more about fight than flight anyway. I ducked behind some thick brush and grabbed a hefty but manageable log. If I’m going to go down, I’ll go down swinging.
The footsteps were arriving quickly, so I swung my log right as victim #1 came around the corner. The log connected so hard with his blocky head that it broke in half. Unfortunately, the log was useless now, but the damage had been done and victim #1 hit the ground hard.
I gave Victim #2 a hard front kick straight to the chest. He grunted as the air escaped his lungs and he landed on his back with his feet in the air. King Leonidas would be proud. I dodged the 3rd guy, a fat but strong kid who only knew how to bull rush. That’s when a hard rock connected with my temple.
I was on the ground now, and I didn’t recall the fall. I was getting kicked repeatedly. A blow to my gut knocked the wind out of me, but I grabbed his foot and pulled, putting all my weight into his knee. Whoever that knee belonged to shouted in pain. I probably just hyperextended his knee. The rock hit me again, this time in my nose. I was dazed now, but I could see Jake standing over me with a decent sized stone.
“Alright, let's stop this before it gets too out of hand.” Someone said. I think that was Victim #2.
“Shut the Hell up, Bryan.” Jake Snapped back. “I’m not done.” Another two kicks hit me hard in the ribs.
“Okay, seriously Jake, I think that’s enough.”
“Quit being a pussy!”
Another two kicks found their home in my stomach as I struggled to get air in my lungs.
“Kick him, Bryan,” Jake Ordered
“Come on man, he’s already almost unconscious. Objected Bryan.
“I Said KICK HIM!” Jake ordered again, looking threatening with the rock still in his hand.
“I bet you like being his little Bitch, don’t you, Bryan?” That sentence flew out my mouth before I could stop it. I always knew what to say if I wanted to hurt someone. That statement was the last push Bryan needed, and his shoe connected hard with my head. My vision was now covered with black dots.
Through my blurry vision, I saw Jake lean down. “You’re messing with the wrong person, Rich. You’d best find yourself a new foster home before I make your life so miserable you’ll want to kill yourself. Not that anybody would care.” He stood up, gave me one last kick, and then ordered his brainless minions to go back to the car.
I watched them leave, one kid heavily limping, Victim #1 just as dazed as I was. At least I did some damage. Despite the pain in my head and ribs, I laughed. Jake may have won the battle, but I knew that I would win the war. I knew I’d have the last laugh. Jake had no idea what I was capable of. My limits are beyond the sky. I always win.
Sometime later I made it home. As I walked through the door trying to act natural, it was immediately apparent how haggard I must have looked. Sarah gasped and rushed in to guide me to the couch, demanding to know what happened. There was no way to hide this now, I might as well tell her the truth. Dean would understand.
Sarah called Dean, who dutifully came straight home to support his distraught wife. Sarah was choking back tears and she explained to Dean how I had been jumped. She threatened to call the police and take me to the hospital, to which I objected. I did not need the police to get involved in my war with Jake.
“If the system finds out about this, they might make me move to a new home. I don’t want to move again.” I pled to Sarah, playing into her emotional state.
“I think he’s right, Sarah.” Dean chimed in, “Those boys can feel like they’re even now, so there is no need to take any unnecessary risks, you know how the system is.”
Dean had come in clutch again, this guy was proving himself more useful every moment. Sarah nodded in reluctant agreement. It was just too easy to get her to change her mind.
“But you’re not going to school tomorrow.” She demanded, “You’re going to stay home so I can take care of you and make sure you’re okay.
I reminded myself of how I need to play into Sarah’s need to be needed, so I agreed. For good measure, I gently touched her hand and told her thanks. She allowed a tear to escape after that move. Something was wrong with Sarah, I could see it in her eyes. At some point, she’s had a traumatic experience that hurt her deeply.
I woke up late Friday morning, to Sarah bringing in fresh breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes. My ribs twinged with pain as I sat up, and my head pounded too. Sarah was on top of that too though, offering me 800mg of ibuprofen to be downed with some orange juice and a cup of fresh coffee. This treatment was another display that I was not used to. Never had anybody brought me breakfast in bed.
After assuring Sarah that the breakfast was wonderful, I told her I was going to rest. After she left, I pulled out the computer that I had purchased with the money I stole from my last foster parents. I was pretty good with computers. They were useful and underrated tools that most teens just used to stir drama on social media and post stupid fake photos.
People are so oblivious to how exposed their personal information is. It took me less than two hours to know everything about Jake and Bryan that I needed to know. I had his address, his phone number, and learned the fact that the family was on a trip to their lake house for the weekend, about a 5-hour drive away. Probably his parents attempt to draw attention away from his school suspension. Rich people in the suburbs are all about image.
That night, after Sarah and Dean were long asleep, I quietly got ready. The house had a security system that monitored and logged every time a door or window opened or shut. They probably did it because they knew I was moving in. It wasn’t a problem though, I easily detached the device without breaking the magnetic seal. Actually, it was perfect. The security system logs would provide me with a good alibi, should things go wrong.
I exited the house through the window and stepped off on the pre-planned route that would mostly take me through the wooded area and out of sight. I enjoy the woods at night anyway, it’s so quiet and peaceful. It took me about 30 minutes to arrive at my destination. Jake’s house was huge and sat on a lot that must have been an acre or more. I searched through the property near the backdoor, expecting to find a spare key somewhere.
They weren’t dumb enough to keep the key under the doormat, but they didn’t hide it very well either. The rock looked convincing at first sight, but when I looked at it up close I could tell that it was a fake. I carefully lifted the rock and found a little compartment underneath containing a key. Just like that, I had gained access to the house.
Although the house was large and immaculate, it didn’t take me long to find the room I was looking for. Jake had a life-sized football poster of himself on his door. His room was huge, the size of a small apartment. I carefully searched for anything that would be of use. On his shelf designated for keepsakes, I found an old but expensive-looking sheathed knife. The knife had someone's initials engraved in it, signaling that it might be a family heirloom of sorts. I picked it up with my gloved hands and pocketed it.
Jake didn’t seem too worried about his parents snooping through his stuff, his computer wasn’t even password protected. Thanks to Jake’s carelessness, I now had access to all of his personal information, including social media and his chat messages that were backed up to the cloud. This was the gold mine, where I would get all the information that I needed. I sat down and went to work.
You can learn a lot about someone's life by going through their text messages and photos. I found out that Jake and his friends had a certain spot in the woods where they would meet up to drink alcohol and smoke weed. Thanks to the photos being geotagged, I now knew exactly where that spot was. Most importantly, I learned that Jake had pestered just about every girl in the school for nudes. If they rejected him, he then pressured and insulted the girls. When I came across his conversations with Bryan, I found my lucky break.
Jake has tested his luck with a girl Bryan was dating. When she refused his requests, Jake called her a whore. After Bryan had found out, he finally stood up for himself, and the messages show that they had quite an argument. They were not currently on talking terms, and Jake made it clear that he would not speak to Bryan, and would, “Ruin his popularity.” This was perfect, I now had a perfect plan.
I saw that Jake and his family would be home Sunday afternoon. Bryan’s status showed currently active, so I sent him a message through Jake's social media, asking him to meet me at the spot Sunday night at midnight. After Bryan replied with one letter, “K,” I deleted the messages so Jake would not see them on his end.
On my way out, I stole a hoodie, some pants, and an extra pair of gym shoes. I made sure to grab stuff from the back of the shelves, to ensure their absence would not be noticed. I took one last look around to feel secure that I left no noticeable trace. After locking the door and carefully putting the key back where I had found it, I went back home the same way I came, undetected.
Saturday and Sunday, I continued to allow Sarah to look after me. It made her feel good, and I needed her to think that I needed her, so I could continue living here. Finally, Sunday night arrived. I put on the clothes that I stole from Jake and headed on my way.
I waited in the shadows for Bryan to arrive, and about 12:05 AM I heard the footsteps approaching. “What do you want Jake,” Bryan started as he entered the small clearing, “We have school tomo...“
Before he could finish I hit him hard in the face with a rock, Jake’s signature move. Bryan fell to the ground, putting his hands on his face as if that would somehow dull the pain. I didn’t care, I kicked him in his head and his gut over and over. I watched with pleasure as he rolled around in agony, betrayed, and incapacitated.
“Ahhh…. What the Hell, Jake?”
“Oh, I’m not Jake,” I told him coldly
Bryan squinted up at the sound of my voice, shocked. He stammered a few disconnected words, trying to catch his breath through the pain. I kneeled beside him.
“Wha-wha- what do you want?” Bryan finally managed to muster between heavy breaths.
“Revenge.” Looking Jake straight in the eye, I plunged Jake's knife straight into Bryan’s torso, stabbing right into the liver. I was rewarded with an agonizing groan from Bryan.
“And to get rid of Jake.”
Another stab, this time off to the side, making sure I got his kidney.
“It’s really not about you.”
Another stab, and another moan.
“You’re just on the wrong side of this war, and a convenient means to an end.”
Drawing in the delectable thrill of the moment, I thrust the knife deeper, and listened to Bryan’s agonizing moans and shortening breath. I stared into his eyes, so I could see the look on his face as he realized he was about to die.
“And you really, truly, shouldn’t have kicked me.” I gave him another hard stab. This one I placed just under his left pectoral. The blade slid right between his Ribs, piercing his heart. I pulled out the knife as blood sputtered out the wound like a fountain. I sat back to admire my handiwork. Bryan’s breaths gurgled and rasped in the silent woods.
I realized the attack looked way too clean, everything was too precise. I needed this to look like a stupid brute had lost his temper. I gave a dozen or so more wildly placed stab wounds, ranging in depth. That looked better. In less than a minute, the groans and breathing stopped. Jake lay there, or his body did at least, covered in blood.
I dragged Bryan’s body and hid it in some thick brush, where I covered him in branches and leaves. I took my time, to make sure that it looked sloppy and hasty. I hid the knife about 100 feet away, knowing full well that the police would scour the area and find it.
I took off the Hoodie, sweatpants, and shoes, and deposited them in a park garbage bin that was just a yard off the wood line, about a half a mile away from the scene. I had worn long layers underneath Jake's clothes and made care to never touch his clothes with my skin. I even wore a swimming cap to make sure my hair didn’t get anywhere. The only evidence left that could tie me to the crime was the pair of latex gloves that I had worn to avoid getting fingerprints on the knife or blood under my fingernails.
I made it back home with the same stealth I had used the previous night. I quietly went into the bathroom, where I soaked the latex gloves in bleach, scrubbing until they were spotless. After flushing the toilet to make sure Dean and Sarah would believe I was just taking a bathroom break, I used a little more bleach to vigorously wash my hands, and then topped off the bottle with some water, so it wouldn’t seem that any had been used. Finally, it was bedtime and I was exhausted. Murder is hard work.
It seemed like only a couple of minutes later when my alarm went off. I hurried to the bathroom and took one more hard look to make sure the gloves and cleaning supplies were in their proper places. I then took a scorching hot shower. Scrubbing every part of my body with rigor, just in case. I then relaxed and used the rest of the time to reflect on the kill. Sarah insisted on taking me to school, seeing as I had been jumped last week.
In my reflection, I found it interesting that I felt enjoyment out of the kill this time, I didn’t recall the same satisfaction from my first kill. Maybe that’s because that was the day I lost Addy. I was 8 years old and finally understood what my alcoholic foster father was doing when he was going into my sister’s room and locked the door. Addy was only 6. One night when he was drunk, I put his revolver in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The police ruled it as a suicide. I hadn’t seen Addy since, because we were sent to new homes that day. She was the one and only person I ever remembered feeling love for.
School started the same, business as usual. By the second period, the gossip news network was buzzing with the news that Bryan’s parents had reported him missing. By lunch, it was common knowledge. The best part happened just as school was getting out.
I could see, and hear, the commotion from down the main hall. I walked over, peering over the crowd of idiots all trying to get a good video on their flip phones. Three police were forcing out a handcuffed and panicked Jake. He protested and resisted, but the police overpowered him and forced him into the car.
By the 6 o’clock local news, it was a headliner story. “BREAKING NEWS: Jacob Pearson, a local high school athlete, charged with the murder of classmate Bryan Jones.” I had a hard time holding back my satisfactory smile, but Dean and Sarah were in the room.
I already had Sarah Wrapped around my finger, but for good measure I told her that Jake was the kid that attacked me. I put on my best scared Orphan face during the newscast. “That could have been me who got killed,” I told her, forcing myself to sound scared. Her heart melted and I received instant sympathy as she pulled me into a tearful hug.
Dean, being a public defender, was in the know. He, also believing I was scared, offered me some comfort.
“It’ll be tough to defend this one.” He assured me, “Jake will be going away for a long time. I mean, the prosecutors have everything. The body, the weapon, fingerprints, even motive. It’s like someone handed the AG this case on a silver platter.”
Indeed I had.
It was the next day that Sarah and Dean sat me down and told me that they wanted to push forward with adopting me. I had gained their trust, and more importantly their sympathy. I’d now be able to live in this cushy home with pushover parents until college. Even then, they’d probably send me money and give me a place to stay in the summer. They were good-natured idiots, but useful idiots.
What a success my first month in my new home had been. I locked in my preferred living situation and got rid of the only problem with my new neighborhood, Jake. The best part is, Jake hung himself to death in jail before the trial had even started. The police called it good, certain that Jake was their man, and the case was closed. I still laugh when I think back to when Jake told me that he’d make ME want to kill myself.
Like I said, I always win.
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2020.11.19 12:23 CherryLax 50 State Nightmares (Expanded)

A continuation of this great video explaining the official state nightmares of the entire US
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The Lunatic Jungle of Talsoria was a beautiful place. No, really. It was beautiful in the way the dark green foliage of the jungle trees extended up and out in a vast canopy, with thick meshes of vines hanging down from it like the curtains in a brothel. It was beautiful in the way the immense plants of the jungle floor flowered in a dozen different colours. It was beautiful in the way a kaleidoscope of birds fluttering about the branches. And it was beautiful in the haunting blue glow of moonstone one could see all around once the sun fell. But, as is so often the case, beautiful and deadly come hand in hand.
The old man stepped carefully over the uneven terrain, and turned left at the mossy skeleton, still impaled on the giant spikes of a morweg tree, that he had begun using as a landmark. As he made his way along what could just barely be considered a trail, a dark figure moved nimbly among the treetops, nearly invisible in the shadows.
Although barely any moonlight could pierce the thick canopy, the jungle was alight in a ghostly glow. All the tiny particles of moonstone dust that travelled the arteries on the Lunatic Jungle added a pale blue brilliance to the bioluminescence that was found scattered across the thick plant life. The old man paused in his travels, looking up a tree, adorned with luminous bulbs that grew like tumours along its trunk, and he spotted some fruit growing in a bunch tucked under the leaves. And he climbed up the tree far more nimbly than should have been possible for a man of advanced age. Balancing on a branch, he reached up and tugged free the bunch of oblong fruit, which would have been bright red in the sunlight but presently looked almost black. And as he began to climb his way down, the dark figure watched him.
The dark figure continued to follow him in his whole journey. It followed him as he passed in between a rocky pass and down a slope, then headed toward a rocky, vine-covered cliff face. Here, at the bottom of this slope, the land formed a sort of bowl, with rocky shelves on either side of the clearing. The clearing was brighter than the surrounding jungle, both because of the lack of direct tree cover allowed moonlight to pour in, and because there was a greater concentration of bioluminescent plants, as if they had been cultivated by design. And as the old man sat down on a bench that had been carved from a thick log, two stone braziers on both sides of him flared to life with blue flame.
He was wearing a long robe made of fine crimson silk with gold trim, though it was showing wear from jungle living. The man had dark skin with bone-white hair that hung loose past his shoulders. His face was lined, and he had an air of age about him, but the way he walked and held himself suggested the physique of a younger man. He had to be pretty fit in order to survive living in the Lunatic Jungle. But as he sat on his log and took to munching his fruit, he seemed to show no concern for the dangers that lurked around him.
Then there was a crunch, and a thick branch went tumbling over the rocky shelf and into the clearing. A large shape moved in the shadows of the jungle. A head peeked through the trees, and it stared at the old man with its dark eyes, patchy face, and broad, flat smile. Then it crept closer. It rose up on its hind legs, towering as tall as the trees, and its forepaws gripped the trunk of the injured tree and pushed. Putting its own tremendous weight against it, the tree snapped and tipped right over the rocky shelf and into the middle of the clearing. And then the giant sliger came fully out of the shadows, its black and orange striped fur looking ghostly in the moonlight. Although its bulk was immense, it did nimbly climb its way down along the fallen tree trunk, staying fixated on the old man with its broad smile. It crept closer still, massive three-clawed forepaws digging at the grass. Then it rose up on its hind legs again, reaching a height tremendous enough that the moon disappeared behind it, and then it came crashing down where the old man had just sat, and snapped the bench under its weight.
The old man had sprung backwards and was now staring into the giant sliger’s dark eyes. He retrieved something from inside his robe, and as he held it out, it extended into a long staff. As the claw swiped at him, he caught it, sending a shock of blue energy back into the creature’s forepaw, causing it to recoil. But then its smile turned to a snarl and it pressed forward more angrily. The old man was backed up against the rocky cliff face.
Something else moved out of the trees then. The dark figure who had been watching from the canopy leapt into the clearing and went sprinting toward the advancing sliger. They hopped onto the fallen log and then vaulted onto the creatures back. Deftly stepping their way over its striped fur, they stopped just at its shoulders. And as the beast turned to see what had landed on its back, they took a spear, with a tip that glistened a brilliant blue in the moonlight, and stabbed into the base of the sliger’s neck. It managed a quick roar of anguish and then dropped dead. The figure hopped off the fallen beast, and stood in front of the old man.
He could see then that she was a woman. She cut a lithe figure, but she blended easily into the night because she was covered from head to toe in dark mud. Nothing of her true self came through except for her ruby red eyes that stared back at him. They both looked upon each other in silence for a good long while, until finally he spoke.
“You put that beast down quickly. What kind of weapon do you have there?”
She remained silent, but she held out her spear, illuminated in the ghostly blue light, the bloody spearhead still glinting. The old man leaned in close to take a look.
“A chunk of unrefined moonstone fashioned into a spearhead. You’re going to make an old man cry. Do you have any idea how much power there is locked inside that mineral? And you decided to use it for a pointy stick. What is this world coming to?”
At that, the woman’s aloof stillness wavered, and she cocked her head, her eyes narrowing at him. “I think you’ll agree it did the job just fine.”
The old man smiled. “Good. You do speak. Though who knows for how much longer if those are the toys you play with. Thank you for the assistance, but I was never in any real danger.”
He took two steps back, then, and disappeared into the rocky cliff face. The woman jumped just slightly when she saw him vanish. Then she stuck her spear forward and found that it too passed straight through the rock. So she took in a breath and then walked forward.
Just as she would have smacked right into the cliff, the rock fizzled and dissolved around her. Then she found herself standing inside a cave, and behind her there was an open archway that looked out on the jungle clearing and the dead sliger. The interior of this cave was spacious, and lit by the same smokeless blue-flame braziers as there were outside. And it was much better appointed. The rocky floor was surprisingly smooth in most places, and in sections was covered by furs. There were tables and chairs, full bookshelves, hammock beds, and a hearth with a makeshift chimney. Then there was a partition off to the right where an underground stream fed to a small waterfall that created a cozy personal shower before disappearing down a natural drain.
“There’s no rule that says I can’t spend my exile in the Lunatic Jungle in style,” said the old man, sitting down in a fur-padded rocking chair.
The woman took some tentative steps inside, unsure of whether to trust her surroundings. “Who are you?”
“I was wondering when you’d ask that. Hamish Diamond. Former court mystic to her radiance Princess Lucinda Bright.”
“Former?”
“I like to think of it as a self-imposed exile, but I’m pretty sure she’d kill me if I tried going back. No matter. I find my days spent out here much more enjoyable. No…” He got up from his chair and walked over to the hearth, where a pot was bubbling over the fire. “Fish stew is about ready. I assume you’ll want to stay for dinner. Feel free to get cleaned up, first.” He gestured toward the waterfall.
She tensed up. “You’re inviting me for dinner?”
“I invited you into my home, didn’t I? Though I’m afraid you’ll be without desert. The guavenes I picked just before got a little trampled. And I won’t have you tracking mud everywhere, so wash up.”
She hesitated, and then started moving. She stepped down the crude steps into the partition of the cavern, situated in such a way that she could keep an eye on Hamish at the hearth as she stepped under the waterfall. The water was pleasantly cool as it washed over her. The dried mud quickly began to slough off her skin. She worked her fingers into her hair, running them through again and again to battle with the clumps of dirt, leaves and twigs, and tangled knots.
Hamish took in a sharp breath as he saw her return into view. She was stunning. Her nude body was lithe and muscular, and she walked with such casual confidence, dripping water over the cavern floor. Her skin, devoid of mud, was a pale purple that glowed slightly — he could see why the mud was necessary to disguise her movements. Her hair was bright blue, falling in tangles from her head, and in patches under her arms and between her legs. She came closer, into his sitting area, keeping her spear firmly gripped in one hand.
“I’ve got a linen robe over there, if you’d like….”
“No,” she said simply, taking a seat in the other chair.
He laughed. “A proper naked savage, Iike I’ve heard in so many stories. Do you have a name, young lady?”
She eased herself into the chair, tapping her fingers on the polished wood. Her red eyes glanced around for a moment before finally settling back on him. “Riskan Hope,” she said.
Then, Hamish Diamond truly gasped. “I thought you were all dead.”
“We’re alive. In different places.”
“Why are you living in the jungle?” His tone was almost offended. “You were the most powerful mystic bloodline in all of Talsoria.”
She took a deep breath. “You seem to be happy out here. So are we.”
He got closer, looking her in the eye. “I’m happy out here because Bright City is being run by maniacs. But if the Hope family is still alive … that could change everything. The House of Wrath has grown too powerful in your absence. There are many people waiting for you to return.”
“Do you really think they’ll welcome us like we are?” She gestured to herself.
“They will. Once they see your strength.”
“You’re speaking to the wrong person.” She started spinning her spear in her hands. “I’m a dud. I wouldn’t have been suffered to live back in the old days, but at least now I’m allowed to survive by myself in the jungle. All I have is this.”
Hamish put his hand on the spear to stop the spinning. Then he noticed several lines of scars running in simple patterns down her biceps. “Aerophelion. Is that moonstone scarification? This is no way to live. It’s barbaric. You’ll go mad before you’re thirty, reduced to a lunatic mystic. Is that what you want?”
“What choice do I have? I need to survive somehow.”
“I can help you. It’s a hushed secret that when a mystic bloodline produces a mundane birth, that child can become an excellent steel mystic.” He ran his thumb along the spear tip. “I can fashion a needle. Find some ink. I can help you access some real power.”
She looked at him long and hard. “Forgive me if I’m mistrustful of mystics bearing gifts. You’re not the first to come seeking out the Hope family with intent to kill us.”
“Well, I can’t think of any way to assure you that I don’t wish to kill you that couldn’t be taken for a lie, so I’ll leave that for right now. But I can tell you that I am not bearing gifts. Quite the opposite. If I grant you magic, it will place a tremendous task upon you.”
“And what task would that be?”
“To go to Bright City. And finish what I could not.”
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Disclaimer: Its not my story, its a friend's. I dont condone it either, so please don't shoot the messenger. I make no claims of nobility in her actions, nor do I defend them.
So this takes place when I was 16, wide-eyed, full of wonder and (much to a lot of judges displeasures) unable to be tried as an adult. I had myself a big brother we'll call Elio. And like many big brothers at the time, he was coming to terms with his flowering sexuality (among other things that went shooting up from otherwise flat surfaces whenever Robin appeared onscreen in Batman Forever). He did his best to keep it a secret, plastering playboy centerfolds over his Ariana Grande posters, and stoically sitting through the game with my dad during superbowl parties (albeit through gritted teeth probably wishing he could watch a Britney Spears music video instead). But much like a Nintendo switch under the tree on Christmas Eve you can't keep something this major under wraps for long where nosy kids are involved. The nosy kid in this case being me.
Like many twinks who came before him upon discovering an alternative lifestyle from the rigid confines of toxic heterosexual masculinity, Elio took it upon himself to explore his feminine side with all the zeal and passion of a prophet with a message. (Mount Hira in this scenario being a nightclub bathroom while the Angel Jibril was a 6'6 YMCA trainer who spelled his name Johnni with an i). Ironically this eagerness to play up the girly shtick was how he came to succumb to the worst sin you can commit as a brother- stealing your sister's clothes. (A message to all the gay men reading this. Her wardrobe is not your experimental laboratory, and you ain't Dr. Frankenstein).
Now in my defense if Elio had the decency to just ask me to borrow my stuff, under the guise of shopping for some made up girlfriend with the same shoe size/colors/height as myself, I'd have happily obliged. Heck, if he had just offered himself up as a sacrificial lamb modeling for my startup "clothing line" (sixteen year old me considered herself a fashionista with a penchant for designing outfits and recycling her wardrobe to bring them to life) id have been all to eager to be his guide into the world of women's fashion. But the two-faced bastard opted to sneak into my closet and try on my stuff without permission. He thought he was being slick putting them back when he was done, but I was a petite womens zero and he was a mens medium. Now had he simply owned up to being incompatible with my measurements and admitted his crime to me the first time, I might have restrained from the retribution I'd go onto unleash. But instead he continued to indulge in his deluded fantasy that we were the same size and for weeks, I'd try on my clothes only to find them grotesquely stretched out of shape, with no explanation. I tried hiding my clothes in parts of the closet i didn't think the thief would check, only for him to find them. I began sleeping with my favorite clothes like a stuffed animal, but even my embrace couldn't protect them from being warped beyond wearability. I started hiding my junior prom dress under the bed. At one point I was lowkey starting to consider the possibility that I was beginning to shrink. And had I not come home early from a cancelled SAT prep session one afternoon (my tutor got wind of a family emergency halfway through), this story might have otherwise ended with me in a straight jacked begging some burned out shrink to save me before I went microscopic. But fate had other plans. I made a beeline for my room to find sounds coming from behind the door. Upon realizing that I was bearing witness to the dastardly clothing deformer, I hid in the bathroom in the corridor and peeked through a crack in the door for the culprit to leave my room. Imagine my shock when I discovered it was Elio. To my horror, I watched him go under my bed to place something there and upon his departure my worst fears were confirmed- he had tried on my beloved prom dress! (Earlier in the week I had bragged to him about the lengths I had gone to hide it from the "closet ghost" thinking it would go through one ear and out the other with him, and just wanting an excuse to flex on how smart I was to take extra precautions). I storm in, demanding to know why he was wearing my clothes. He condescendingly tells me that he looks better in them than I do.
I was heartbroken to find that the zipper had broken and the fit was horribly mangled! I went down in tears begging for my mom to tell me it could be salvaged, only for her to tell me what I prayed she wouldnt). She wasn't particularly sympathetic, thinking i had done the damage myself, and refused to buy me another one. I demanded that Elio pay me back for the dress so I could buy another but he gave me less than half of what it cost. He refused to believe that it cost more than what I said it did, and unfortunately, my mom didn't have the receipt to prove it on account of being a bit scatterbrained when It comes to keeping track of payments. When I threatened to tell her that he was the one who ruined the dress, he laughed and said they'd never believe me. In spite of my rage and fury sending me into a frenzy of hysterics, I still knew he was right (the two faced bastard deserved an Oscar for his straight facade and even if he was prancing around in a rainbow unitard singing born this way by Lady Gaga, my folks were the type who would deny his gayness right up until the moment they came home to find him getting jackhammered on the kitchen table by a Puerto Rican bodybuilder). I realized that if I wanted to get even, I needed my own plan or action. And that was to hit him where it hurt. But where exactly is the weak spot on your brother when his standard boy ones have long since gone numb from an overuse of fleshlights, and his rectal cavity as a storage unit? The answers lay in his phone.
After several weeks of casually walking behind the couch every time Elio whipped out his phone on it, I finally figured out his phone pin. He always locked his room, but thanks to some youtube tutorials on how to pick a basic door lock with a Bobby pin, that problem quickly resolved itself. Every time Elio went to shower, I'd sneak in and hack his phone, giving myself a fifteen minute crash course on all things valued by ur typical bottom. It turns out he fancied himself the next biggest thing in the drag scene. He was using my outfits to cement his status as "the rising star of the social media drag scene". I thought about deleting his account but I didn't want him suspecting me of it and tattling to my folks. Besides, he could always just create a new one and start over again.
He liked drag race, Kpop and iced coffee, but i couldn't exactly ruin his chances of getting on the show, and in the digital age, he had no cds to smash or switch out. Of course there was always the option of spiking his coffee with something nasty but I wanted him to feel the pain I did. And that pain simply wasn't comparable to a wasted $5.99 plus tax. I was about to concede defeat after about 2 weeks of trying to find something, when I discovered he downloaded grindr.
After my initial revulsion to the app (no not because of I was a homophobe. But because his profile and was full of his nudes) Regardless of what he was into, I didn't find my brothers ding dong appealing. I doubt any sister does). Elio wasn't really into hookups, but apparently he did like sending nudes to whoever asked for them. Its important to note that he always blurred or blacked out his face for privacy, and he appeared to color in the background of all his pictures with the image editing on his phone post production, and he always kept his location on "Never". I suddenly understood why he had taken to hogging the bathroom for up to 20 minutes over the weekend. I just assumed that he was just paying the price for going to Chipotle every Friday with friends but now I knew. He was basically trying to find the best angles for his customers. And just like that I finally had a plan.
What I did next was not something Im proud of but I was bitter, hurting, and desperate for payback. Not making excuses just telling it like it is. I downloaded grindr onto my own phone, and created a fake account. I used some stock photo of a six pack for my profile and punched in a bunch of fake info including a spoof GPS location (shoutout to the internet for walking me through the process!). I knew it would really make a difference to my brother. He didn't really seem to care who was getting his naughty pics so much as how "cute" he looked in them. The boy fancied himself a bit of a male model and I guess he decided grindr was the best place to get a feel for the industry.
Anyways, over the course of several weeks I became one of his regulars, routinely asking him for pics (all of which I promptly deleted upon receiving). I messaged him so frequently and stroked his ego the way I knew he liked it to be stroked (I had gone through enough of the chats backed up on his phone to know what kind of compliments made him more likely to keep sending stuff instead of just getting bored and blocking someone after the second or third time he sent them pics, before moving on to someone else). I boiled what made him tick down to a science and it wasnt long before I had him eating out of the palm of my hand). Eventually I had earned a spot in his heart as one of his "exclusives". At my suggestion, we'd start having "sessions" where we'd schedule times for him to "flood my basement", sending me caches of pics he'd taken over the course of the week while I would live chat my reaction as to the effect they had on me. It was gross and I always felt nauseous afterwards, but I wasn't going to let squeamish scruples stand between my revenge. Not after how far I'd come.
The next phase of my plan involved my search on pornhub for a pornstar who sounded similar to my dad, with a nice loud "battle cry" (do you guys see where this is going? If you want to back out now, no one will blame you) who was typically paired up with pillow princesses with considerably softer Eventually after several fruitless searches ending with me crying in a fetal position asking myself how much longer I could keep this up, and if it was worth it followed by the world's most twisted pep talk about how "I was a fighter who could do it" (basically think that scene from Joker where Arthur puts on his clown makeup crying and you've got something of an allegory for my struggle), I finally found a guy who sounded similar enough to my dad. I downloaded several videos featuring him roughhousing with some anorexic twenty somethings onto my laptop, strung them together with some crude online video editing app, converted it to audio, and separated my leading man's climactic hollers from the soft whimpers. I saved the file on my computer under the codename "Brand new Take on Oedipus".
Last but not least, I approach my dad under the guise of needing his help for a school project, while my brother is off with his friends. I tell him I'm acting out a one woman play for my drama midterm and I need him to be the voice of my protagonist's off screen father. I ask him to recite a series of lines for me to record on my phone, all the while encouraging him to "say them naturally". These lines include but aren't limited to "I told you not to disturb me. What is it?" "Is everything alright?", "now isn't a good time to talk", and most importantly "I finished my work so I think I'll head out to join the rest of the family at the movie theatre. See you later". I move the audio files onto my laptop and eagerly anticipate approaching the turning point of my master plan.
One Saturday morning, I had arranged for a "session" in which my folks would be out of the house and I'd be with them. Or so Elio thought. You see, my mom, dad, and younger brother were all going to the park near my house on a typical family outing. We'd go to the park, then take a walk around the local lake, and maybe catch a movie if we felt like it. We usually go around 4-5 ish and come back at night. I know that today will be a movie day because my baby brother has been nagging my folks to go see some kids movie for a while (which he learned was out this weekend courtesy of yours truly ;) Before I left the house, I made sure my bedroom door was wide open (important for later). While at the park, I asked to play on my dads phone, citing a low battery on mine to explain why I couldn't use it. Then I sent Elio a text telling him that "dad" had just recieved a call from his boss telling him he had some extra work he needed to finish. "I" was going to be in my office across the hall from his room, and could not under any circumstance be disturbed as I had a lot of stuff to do and very little time to finish it before the deadline. I waited to make sure he had read the text and sent me a thumbs up emoji in response before I told my folks that I wanted to head back home on account of me getting an early visit from the "lady in red". Not one to stand between a lass and her time of the month, my dad let me go home.
Feeling like a ninja, I returned to the house, all the while sending Elio my reactions to what we'll call his "cute little peach" (we had technically already started the "session" fifteen minutes ago). I crept into the house, snuck into my room on tiptoes. Thanks to my open door, I didn't have to worry about Elio hearing the creak of it from inside his room (they were next to each other), praying he didn't come out for any reason in time to find me, I retrieved my laptop and the Bluetooth speaker I used to listen to music in the shower, and tiptoed into my dads office, now making sure to close the door and lock it with enough force for him to hear from inside his room where I knew he was sending me the pics. I then send Elio a text apologizing for "being stuck doing something stupid. But now you've got my undivided attention baby". Now its time for the grand finale (in more ways than one). First I connect my currently muted laptop to my Bluetooth speaker (which I've put at maximum volume in advance). Then, I open the Oedipus file and start to run it, while I text more and more raunchy and unhinged reactions to the incoming pictures. Just as we're approaching the end of the video containing the loudest yell (I saved the best for last), I text Elio that he's "making me cum so hard like the little slut he is" just in time to turn up the volume to the loudest setting on my laptop, riiiight before the tarzan like whoop of passion I know is around the corner.
The scream played loudly enough to break the sound barrier. Calling it merely loud was the understatement of the century. It was enough so for me to have to cover my own ears despite putting on earplugs in advance. I wouldn't have been surprised if the neighbors heard. I wouldn't be surprised if people in Siberia heard. But one thing was certain. There was no way my brother didn't. I shut off the Oedipus file, lower the volume, and keep my finger on the recordings of my dads voice.
At first nothing happens. All is silent not unlike the universe before the big bang. The mounting tension would have been enough to send me into a heart attack had I implemented this scheme in my 50s. It takes every ounce of my will not to scream from the suspense. The agony is pure torture. I feel paralyzed in anticipation but I force myself to turn my attention to the grindr chat... I will myself to repeatedly punch in questions asking why Elio stopped sending pics all of a sudden, while keeping my ears alert for any hint of a noise from beyond the door. Time crawls to a standstill. Then.... just when I begin to wonder if the lack of results stems from me losing my grip on reality from the stress of waiting.... I hear the creak of a door turning on its hinges. The sound is faint enough to make me question its existence. By now I'm almost painfully adjusted to the waiting period. Enough to the point where part of me almost wants to deny hearing it out of fear of whether or not I'll react subtley enough not to blow my cover if its real.... but it can't possibly have been real... and then I hear something else. Footsteos across the room.. Its soft, timid and hesitant, but very much present.... knock knock knock. I take a deep breath and prepare to play one of the tapes. The following conversation ensues: Elio- Elio on the other side of the door Dad- Dad's prerecorded voice
Elio: Dad... are you in there? Dad: I told you not to disturb me. What is it? Elio: ... How long have you been in there? Dad: I've been in here for a while. Elio: I um... I heard a scream. Is everything ok? Dad: Oh yeah... I screamed because I dropped something on my foot. (I specifically encouraged my dad to say this line like he was hiding something). I'm ok now though. Don't worry about me. Elio:.... Ok... if you say so... Dad: I love you Elio: Yeah me too I guess?
I hear Elio go back into his room and within seconds I hear a notification for the grindr chat. He apologizes for the delay and like the putty in my hands I know he is, says exactly what I was banking on him to. Elio: You're not gonna believe this but my dad is in the next room and I heard him screaming at the same time you told me you were cumming lol.
And now commences what I believe the French refer to as the pies de resistance. I leave him on read and tiptoe downstairs with my apparatus while he waits for a response. Quiet. As. A. Mouse. Then I set up my laptop and speaker for one last audio blast. I put on my shoes and chill out for a few minutes watching his texts get more and more hysterical, begging me to respond with "lol thats so wierd" and to assure him it was all a coincidence. A merciful sister would have realized that avenging her dress shouldn't come at the cost of her brothers peace of mind, and come clean about the prank. I sent the following text to him. "Elio we are never going to speak of this. Not to your mom, not to your siblings, not to me. If you attempt to bring it up, you will no longer be allowed to stay in this house. We are going to put this incident behind us and go about as if nothing happened. I want you to delete your account on this website and every single picture that you posted on it. If you know what's good for you, never go back on the app again while living under my roof"
Then I blocked him before the final phase of my plan. From downstairs, I blast up both volume settings and fire up the last line I asked my dad to record; "I finished my work so I think I'll head out to join the rest of the family at the movie theatre. See you later". This time I hear Elio respond "Wait, what?" From upstairs, I can hear him coming down. Now its time to kick it into high gear. I shove my laptop and speaker under into a cabinet under the sink, jam my feet into my shoes, and sneak out through the back door and hide behind the shed.
After a few hours, my folks appear in the driveway and I rush out to welcome them back and come inside, as though I was with them the whole time. His relationship with my dad was never quite the same afterwards and many a night for years to come i overheard father bemoan his nonexistent relationship with his little slugger. Elio ended up moving out less than a year after the prom dress incident. He finally came out via a Facebook post a week after settling in to his new apartment. He blocked my parents on every social media platform and went completely NC. Any attempts on my dads part to reignite their father son bond was met with cold apathy and indifference when Elio wasn't flat out refusing to talk to him. For years the only time they ever met in person was at extended family get togethers. I felt a bit bad for my dad but it worked out in the end. Elios determination to distance himself from my dad resulted in him growing closer to me as a result. I think he didn't want to risk losing his other kids the way he did his oldest.
In all honesty, I'd have been happy to let Elio fester in guilt and shame for the rest of his life (we were never really close growing up and the prom dress incident was nothing more than the tiniest of tips on the largest of icebergs). But over the years our relationship slowly mended and perhaps it could have evolved into something that roughly resembled a healthy sibling relationship had he not tried to take over my wedding planning and revealed his own plans to get a free engagement ceremony/coming out party by hijacking my reception with a proposal to his then boyfriend. I tried to reason with him but his unyielding stubbornness forced me to pull the uno reverse card I hoped I'd never have to use. I sent him a text revealing that all this time dad had no idea he was gay, and that I was the one talking to him on grindr. I concluded my message with a warning if he showed up, I'd have security escort him out and afterwards I'd tell the whole family that he sexted his sister in high school and I had the nudes to prove it (I never kept any but he didn't know that) . He might have been able to reveal i was a liar had he not deleted his old grindr from back then. I then blocked him on all platforms before he had a chance to reply. He didn't come to the wedding, I never saw him again, and my quality of life greatly improved as a result of his absence in it.
TLDR: my closeted brother secretly starts wearing my clothes in order to boost his presence as a social media drag personality. He ruins my prom dress as a result and refuses to pay me back for it when confronted. I catfish him on grindr and trick him into believing he was sending nudes to my dad. His relationship with my family falls apart after I threaten him to never speak of what happened. I let him boil alive for years with what he thinks is his scandalous little secret, until i get engaged, and he tries to take over my wedding and use it to propose to his boyfriend. I reveal to him that I was the one pretending to be our dad all those years ago then threaten to show his boyfriend and the rest of my family all the nudes he sent me and accuse him of being an incestuous perv if he comes to the ceremony, before I block him
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      I...don't know it's better to tell you what I'm looking for, or if I try to provide you with what you may be finding here. I will tell you some more about me. You know my name, my age, and my general location but there is so much more. I suppose some type of indication is that I have been classified as an INTJ from the Meyers Briggs Type Indicator testing. That information may be helpful in the coming post if you decide to continue reading.
       I believe strongly that people are so much more complex emotionally and socially than we really take at surface level. So much communication is given without words; the way we look at each other, the way I can hear you smile in your laughter or your words, or the way I can be told a story by looking in your eyes. I can feel your excitement when I see you can't get enough, and I really feed off your anticipation when I know you are wondering about me. You know, I do those things about you, too. It is important, I think, to be able to communicate effectively with the right person, and I always do my best to communicate. In this respect, I actually really value good communication, good conversations, or just good time spent together. Hours on the phone (Discord?) at night in video calls talking about our pasts, our futures, our wants, each other, talking about whatever, and sometimes not even talking at all, just...being together. These are values of mine, and they are incredibly huge. This sort of thought process follows me through a lot of aspects of my life in the way I feel about things. Very few things in my life feel important to me, but the few things that do are so gravitational that they matter so much more -- enough to compensate for all the things that don't matter at all.
      It's so cliche to tell people that "I like to laugh, I'm a fun guy! I just wanna have fun and take it easy." I think many of us are like that, and it's a bit redundant to tell. I think that as people we want to live our lives with enjoyment, not in misery.. Perhaps it is best, in the vein of Open Communication for me to talk to you about other parts of me that might be lesser known. I am..sad. Often. Not always. For an INTJ, I express a lot of emotional responses to irrational things and my soul is weighted with melancholy. I also feel it is a bit cliche to talk about depression: it's 2020 and we're all depressed and dealing with our own situations and we all deal with our problems individually -- nobody deals with the same situation exactly the same way. I just don't want it to be a secret. If you decide to talk with me, you'll notice that I like to make jokes a lot, and I will do everything in my power to help you feel better about whatever situation, I work hard to maintain positivity, just, sometimes it's not easy. I am an overthinker, and I postulate on many stupid things that are self destructive and cause a lot of stress in my life. Often, I am extremely sure of things and I am confident with that, but when I am unsure of things or feel in danger, I am anxious and sometimes a mess. I have a lot to give to the right person, and I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I hope that is perfect for you. So, let this be possibly the most honest R4R post ever written, haha. For real, I just like to laugh, and I'm a fun guy. I just wanna have fun and take it easy!
      Speaking of sureness and confidence; I am a very confident person in my own rights. I know exactly who I am, I am self aware, and I know exactly what I want when I want it and I am not afraid to express it. I am strong willed, I am a leader, and I enjoy being in that position. Often, I think of myself like a Knight; I want to walk with you on your path and I will have my sword and shield ready to aid you in any battle you may come across. There have been a lot of situations that have crossed my path throughout the years, and I am strong and want to be your strength as well. Not that I want to do things for you, but I want to be there with you for those things, to help raise you up and bring you up, to lend you that strength -- in the times when I am weak and hurt, I will need your strength as well.
      I work a lot. On average, I work 10-12 hours a day, but I am fortunate enough to work from home. I create YouTube videos and live stream 5 nights a week, and in my off nights I work around 3-4 hours a day as well. I am not wildly successful or popular, you haven't heard of me, but because of my work I have a lot of available time as well to give to you. I want your time, I want to occupy you
      Physically, I am probably not the most flattering (No, it's not modesty, it's just reality. Photo from April, 2020.) I am stocky, and I am working hard to lose weight. Starting in December 2019 I started going to the gym regularly and regulating my diet and adjusting macros so that I could shed some weight and gain some muscle mass. I weigh in at 293 lbs [Photo from April, and I'm working back towards my old progress, and even more! Was down to 250 lbs..] and continuing to work hard towards that goal. Since the existing Corona Virus, I haven't been able to attend the gym, but I will be going back once the gyms open up -- I have found myself missing the routine and attraction to results and the health I've felt since attending the gym. Feels good to look much better. The other large note about my physical appearance is that I have a beard (It's not giant or anything, but it's a full beard) and I dye it routinely. I bleach and dye the beard myself. Feel free to ask me more about it, but it is another part of my identity that I enjoy as a freedom of expression, a form of creativity, and something that sets me as me. I am not much of the type of person to care what others think about me, so I'm fine with some of the strange looks in public. One of the responses to my previous R4R was "What is that beard I am looking at?!" Is okay, it's not for everyone to go out on a date or show off their boyfriend who has a purple, pink, blue, or firey red beard. I won't judge you for it. Oh, yeah... I'm 5'11". a TALL 5'11", don't get me twisted. I'm basically 6'0".........
      Speaking on Judgement. I am no judicator, and I won't judge you for your history, for your actions, for your decisions or who you are and what you enjoy or like. I mean, ironically I would jest to tease you, but in all seriousness I pride myself on being a safe space for all. There is a quote, I am paraphrasing, but it is something along the lines of, "I may not agree with what you say, but I will fight to the death for your right say it." Your religion, your gender, your identity, your sexual preference, your race, we are all human and we are all valid. We are all unique, but we are all equal.
      A relationship, in my opinion, is made up in a sum of lesser pieces to create the greater two parts and I feel it breaks down to: Emotional Connection (Personality compatibility, communication, romance) and Physical Connection. Obviously two people have to like each other to maintain a healthy relationship, but I also feel the need to express that a physical component is equally important in a relationship. I wouldn't say I'm a big kinkster, but I am definitely really open sexually to kinks and adventurous sex lives. In this respect, I am the top in qualifying relationships. Without being "Too Much Information", I have had a painfully vanilla and extremely boring sex life and I really don't want to go in to that a second time. Physical connection is important because when we talk about this sort of thing, or plan to experience this sort of thing, I want to be attracted to you and the situation equally, I would feel horrible if I woke up in the morning next to someone and thought, "I gotta wake up to this face for the next __ years..." I would expect nothing less out of my partner, as well. We have to mesh on every level.
      Also, on sex and attraction. Your face is the most beautiful think I will look at. Sexy photos and nudes are great and all, but if I don't see your face then... what? Honestly, a beautiful smile, eyes that tell that story, the way you do your hair and how you look. Those are things that I find incredibly sexy. Yes, I also think your body is sexy, haha, but, for real, I will fall for you for your face.
      I have a history just like everyone else does. I just want to be up front about it, and honest. I have only had 3.5 relationships in my life. The longest being a 10 year relationship with my ex wife, and the .5 being most recently where I connected with a woman where things got pretty serious for a bit but never established a relationship type of status/connection. I have two children who I see every weekend. I own a house and provide support to a family member in it, as well as co-own it with another family member. To be honest, I am pretty tied to this geographical location, so, just want that to be out there and open.
      I suppose if you've survived this wall of text, my mini novel, it's prudent to tell you what I'm looking for. Emotionally, I'm looking for someone who is similar to me, or at least someone who can take inspiration from me and the words I write, the ways I write them, and looking to have support. I feel that vulnerability is incredibly sexy and I am interested in your vulnerability; I am also interested in giving you mine. There is a special connection when trust is so established that care for one another is on that next level -- the words we exchange should be the ones we let affect us, not the words of a random who is out to cause anarchy. The woman I'm looking for us smart, a little shy, and probably so modest she'd never admit to just who amazing she really is. I will see it in you and I will definitely remind you of it. Physically, she is petite and fit, she has eyes that shine through the darkness and a smile that can lift the heaviest of spirits. Likely she is younger than me by a bit (-3 or more.) Part of my personality is to be a leader and I enjoy sharing experiences and providing that guiding light, and age may play a large part in that. She is equally adventurous in her sex life and willing to try new fun things together, or share existing fun interests with each other.
      In closing, I would like to say thank you for taking the time, if you read through all of this. You are really something else to survive this R4R post, and I'm glad you stuck it out. Hopefully something was interesting enough up there to keep your attention until the end. I have thought while re-writing this post if I should include a photo in the post or not, but I think I will include it above. If you are still reading; have a great day, I appreciate your time, you are incredible and valid, you are awesome and I hope to chat with you if you are that woman for me. I want to fall in love, and wherever you are, I've missed you for a very long time.
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Verification 2 (skincare)
Verification 3 (hair)
Verification 4 (fragrance)
Verification 5 (fragrance sample, pick one free with any purchase)
Palette
* Pat McGrath - MTHRSHP: Sublime Bronze Ambition Palette, lightly used as shown, $38
* Marc Jacobs eye-conic multi-finish eyeshadow palette in Fantascene, BN, $27
* Dose Of Colors - Minnie Eyeshadow Palette, used 3x, $24
* Fenty beauty - snap palette #1 true neutrals, BN, $20
* Fenty beauty - snap palette #5 peach, BN, $20
* Lancome - Eye & Cheek Palette - 12 Shadows, 2 Blushes, 1 Highlighter, 1 Bronzer, BN, $15
Eyeshadow
* NUDESTIX - Magnetic Luminous Eye Color in nudity, 0.088oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* Winky Lux - single Eyeshadow in Frothy, 1.7g, BN, free with any purchase (2 available)
Lippies
* Dr. PAWPAW - Tinted Multipurpose Soothing Balm, 0.33oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* KYLIE COSMETICS - Matte Lip Kit in ulta beauty, BN, $14 each (2 available)
* FLOWER Beauty - Petal Pout Lip Mask in Nectar, FS, BN, $5
* Armani Beauty - Lip Maestro Liquid Matte Lipstick in 400, 0.05 oz, BN, $4
* Buxom - Power-full Plump Lip Balm, 0.03oz, BN, $1 each
* MAC - Lipstick Lustre in lady bug, 0.1oz, BN, $5 each (4 available)
* Urban Decay - Vice Lipstick Comfort Matte in backtalk, 1g, BN, $2
* ULTA - Jelly Gloss Lip Gel in beach bare, 0.25oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Buxom - Plumpline Lip Liner in dolly danger, FS, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* Tarte - lippie lingerie matte tint in exposed, FS, BN, $6
* Giorgio Armani Beauty - rouge darmani matte in 503 pastel glow, 4g, BN, $12
* Milani - Amore Satin Matte Lip Crème in Velour, FS, 0.22 oz, BN, $4
* Smashbox - Be Legendary Liquid Lip Metal in space case, 0.27oz, BN, free with any purchase
* too faced - RICH DAZZLING LIP GLOSS High-Shine Sparkle Lip Gloss in Stocks & Bondage, 0.25oz, BN, $3
Highlighters/bronzers/blushes
* Clinique - cheek pop palette warm up, BN, but the left shade blush pop is detached from the palette upon arrival, $9
* BECCA - Ignite Liquified Light Highlighter in passion, 0.17oz, BN, $3
* LORAC - TANtalizer bakes bronzer in matte tan, 1.1g, BN, free with any purchase
* Revolution - ultra bronze bronzer, 15g, BN, $1
* Becca - Shimmering skin perfector pressed in rose quartz, FS, BN, $24
* Becca - Shimmering skin perfector pressed in Moonstone, FS, BN, $24
* Benefit - dandelion, FS, BN, $18
* Milani - Baked Blush in Luminoso, FS, 0.12 oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Becca - blushes with light palette, lightly used, $10
Eyeliner
* Urban Decay - 24/7 Glide-On Eyeliner Pencil in zero, 0.03oz, BN, $6
* NARS - High-Pigment Longwear Eyeliner in Via Veneto (black), 0.02oz, BN, $6
* KVD - Mini Tattoo Liner, 0.2ml, BN, $6
Lashes and Mascaras
* House of Lashes - Iconic False Lashes, 1 pair, BN, $8
* KVD - Go Big or Go Home Volumizing Mascara, 0.08oz, BN, $3
* Anastasia Beverly Hills - Lash Brag Volumizing Mascara, 0.08oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Smashbox - Super Fan Lash Lengthening Mascara, travel size, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Milani - Highly Rated 10-in-1 Volume Mascara, 0.16oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Grande Cosmetics - GrandeMASCARA Black Conditioning Peptide Mascara, 0.2oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* Grande Cosmetics - GrandeLASH-MD Lash Enhancing Serum, 0.02oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Too Faced - Travel Size Damn Girl! 24-Hour Mascara, 0.2oz, BN, $5
* Benefit Cosmetics - Roller Lash Curling & Lifting Mascara, 0.1oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Tarte - Big Ego Mascara, 0.067oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Estée Lauder - Sumptuous Extreme Lash Multiplying Volume Mascara, 0.27oz, BN, $5 each (3 available)
* Estée Lauder - Sumptuous Extreme Lash Multiplying Volume Mascara, 0.1oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* It Cosmetics - Lash Blowout Volumizing Mascara, 3ml, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* It Cosmetics - Superhero Elastic Stretch Volumizing Lengthening Mascara, DS, BN, $5 each (3 available)
* Giorgio Armani - eyes to kill mascara, 2ml, BN, $5
Spray/Foundation/ConcealeFace primers
* COOLA - Makeup Setting Sunscreen Spray SPF 30, 10ml, BN, free with any purchase
* Giorgio Armani - armaniprima, 5ml, BN, $3
* Too Faced - Hangover 3-In-1 Replenishing Primer & Setting Spray in watermelon, 4oz, BN, $16
* CoverGirl - Clean Fresh Prep & Set Water Mist, 90ml, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Urban decay - all nighter setting spray, 0.5oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Urban decay - all nighter setting spray, 1oz, BN, $10
* PÜR - Haze Mist CBD Setting Spray, 3.3oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* MAC - Mini MAC Prep + Prime Fix+ Primer and Setting Spray, 1oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* Clinique - Even Better All-Over Concealer + Eraser in WN 16 buff, 0.2oz, BN, $13
* Clinique - Even Better All-Over Concealer + Eraser in CN18 cream whip, 0.2oz, BN, $13
* L'Oréal - Infallible Full Wear Waterproof Concealer in 355 vanilla, used 3x, free with any purchase
* First Aid Beauty - Hello FAB Pores Be Gone Matte Primer, 0.34oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Tula - Face Filter Blurring & Moisturizing Primer, 0.24oz, BN, $4 each (2 available)
* Smashbox - Photo Finish Vitamin Face Glow Primer, 0.24oz, BN, $5
* Urban Decay - Original Eyeshadow Primer Potion, 0.06oz, $3 each (2 available)
* It Cosmetics - Bye Bye Under Eye Full Coverage Anti-Aging Waterproof Concealer in light natural, 0.05oz, BN, $2
* BECCA - Skin Love Brighten & Blur Primer, 0.2oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Benefit - porefessional primer, 0.75oz, BN, $18
* Becca - first light priming filter, mini, 6ml, BN, $5
* Becca - first light priming filter, travel size, 15ml, BN, $10
* Dr. Brandt - pores no more luminizer primer,FS, 30ml, BN, $20
* e.l.f. Cosmetics - Luminous Putty Primer, 0.14oz, BN, $1
Powder
* Laura Mercier - Translucent Loose Setting Powder deluxe sample in Glow, 1g, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* KVD - lock it setting powder, 1.4g, BN, $3 each (3 available)
* Stellar - cosmic face powder in haze, 1.7g, BN, $3
Brush & blender
* Sephora - rouge brush 55.5, BN, $5
* ULTA - Super Blender Sponge, BN, $2
* EcoTools - Total Perfecting Blender, BN, $3 each (4 available)
Body lotion
* Calvin Klein women body lotion, 6.7oz, $3
Skincare
* boscia - Luminizing Black Charcoal Mask, 0.7oz, BN, $4
* Dermadoctor - Lucky Bamboo Fermented Wasabi Pressed Serum, 0.34oz, BN, $6
* CeraVe - Daily Moisturizing Lotion, 1oz, BN, $1
* Erborian - CC Crème high definition radiance face cream SPF25, 0.5oz, BN, $6
* Exuviance - Overnight Transformation Moisturizer Complex, 0.35oz, BN, $5
* Jack Black - Intense Therapy Lip Balm SPF 25, 0.1oz, BN, free with any purchase
* StriVectin - Re-Quench Water Cream Hyaluronic + Electrolyte Moisturizer, 0.25oz, BN, $4 each (2 available)
* Philosophy - Nature In A Jar Cica Complex Recovery Moisturizer, 0.16oz, BN, $2"
* Jane iredale - pommisst hydration spray, FS, 3.04 oz,BN, $5
* First Aid Beauty - Ultra Repair Cream, 1oz, BN, $3 each
* Mario Badescu - Witch Hazel & Lavender Toner, 1oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Kiehl's - Ultra Facial Cream, 0.24 oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Belif - Eye Bomb, 0.17 oz, BN, $5
* GlamGlow - Glowstarter Mega Illuminating Hyaluronic Acid Moisturizer in Nude, 0.24 oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Mario Badescu - Facial Spray with Aloe, Sage and Orange Blossom, 1oz, BN, $2
* The Body Shop - Youth Concentrate Mini, 0.2oz, BN, $3
* Strivectin - Peptight Tightening & Brightening Face Serum, 0.27oz, BN, $8 each (2 available)
* Strivectin - SD Advanced PLUS Intensive Concentrate for Wrinkles and Stretch Marks, BN, 0.35oz, $6
* Strivectin - Advanced Retinol Intensive Night Moisturizer, BN, 0.25oz, $8
* Strivectin - Multi-Action Blue Rescue Clay Renewal Mask, BN, 0.69oz, $5
* SUNDAY RILEY - C.E.O. 15% Vitamin C Brightening Serum, 0.17oz, BN, $7 each (4 5 available)
* Shiseido - Ultimate Sun Protection Lotion Broad Spectrum SPF 50+ For face/body water resistant sunscreen, 1.6oz, BN, $20
* Dermadoctor - Lucky Bamboo Quench Set Essence Spray, 1.01oz, BN, $20
* Caudalie - premier cru the eye cream, BN, 5ml, $10
* philosophy - time in a bottle, 0.24oz, BN, $2
* Ahava - Mineral Hand Cream Sea Kissed, 1.3oz, BN, $5
* Philosophy - Renewed Hope In A Jar, 0.24oz, BN, $2 each (2 avaiable)
* Dermalogica - Sound Sleep Cocoon, 0.24oz, BN, $6
* Shiseido - Essential Energy Moisturizing Gel Cream, 0.35oz, $5
* boscia - Cactus Water Moisturizer, 0.53oz, BN, $6
* bareMinerals - SKINLONGEVITY Vital Power Infusion, 0.25oz, BN, $2 each (5 available)
* Caudalie - vinosource moisturizing sorbet, 0.33oz, BN, $4
* C&C by Clean & Clear - Black Out Blackhead Clearing Scrub, 1oz, BN, $2
* Dr Roebuck's - No Worries Hydrating Face Moisturizer, 0.5 oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Origins - Plantscription Anti-Aging Power Serum, 0.5oz, BN, $17 each (2 available)
* Origins - GINGER SOUFFLE Whipped Body Cream, 1.7oz, BN, $8 each (1 available)
* Origins - PLANTSCRIPTION Anti-Aging Hand Cream, 1oz, BN, $6 each (2 available)
* Origins - GinZing Oil-Free Energy-Boosting Gel Moisturizer, 0.5oz, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* Origins - High-Potency Night-A-Mins Resurfacing Cream with Fruit-Derived AHAs, $7
* No7 - Early Defence GLOW ACTIVATING Serum, 0.16oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Shiseido - Essential Energy Eye Definer, 0.18 oz, BN, $7
* Estée Lauder - Advanced Night Repair Synchronized Multi-Recovery Complex, 0.23oz, BN, $10 each (4 6 available)
* Estée Lauder - Advanced Night Repair Eye Supercharged Complex Synchronized Recovery, 0.5oz, BN, $30
* Exuviance - Detox Mud Treatment, 10ml, BN, $2
* Juice Beauty - STEM CELLULAR Anti-Wrinkle Booster Serum, 0.26oz, BN, $10
* Kate Somerville - EradiKate Salicylic Acid Acne Treatment, 0.33oz, BN, $10
* Clinique - Clinique For Men Oil-Control Mattifying Moisturizer, 0.5oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* StriVectin - Intensive Eye Concentrate for Wrinkles, 0.25oz, BN, $8 each (3 available, the packaging for the third one is slightly different but the product is the same as the first two)
* StriVectin - Wrinkle Recode Line Transforming Melting Serum, 0.25oz, BN, $10
* Shiseido - Ultimune Power Infusing Concentrate, 0.33oz, BN, $10
* Clinique - Smart Clinical MD Multi-Dimensional Age Transformer Resculpt, 0.24oz, BN, $4
Hair
* Matrix - Total Results Miss Mess Dry Finishing Spray, 4.8oz, BN, $9
* Kenra Professional - Volumizing Spray Clay 15, 1.2oz, BN, $3
* Bumble and bumble - Bb.Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer, 1oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Redken - Deep Clean Dry Shampoo, 1.3oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* IGK - First Class Charcoal Detox Dry Shampoo, 1oz, $2
* Matrix - Biolage All-In-One Coconut Infusion Multi-Benefit Spray, 1oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Drybar - Blonde Ale Color-Enhancing Brightening Mask, 0.33oz, BN, free with any purchase
* It's A 10 - Miracle Blowdry Volumizer, 2oz, BN, $3
* Sexy Hair - Big Sexy Hair Spray & Play Harder Firm Volumizing Hairspray, 1.5oz, BN, $2
* Drybar - Southern Belle Volume-Boosting Root Lifter, 0.7oz, BN, $1
* NatureLab. Tokyo - Perfect Shine Clarifying Scalp Scrub, 1.5oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Joico - K-PAK Color Therapy Luster Lock, 1.7oz, BN, $3
* Living Proof - No Frizz Nourishing Styling Cream, 1oz, BN, $2 each (4 available)
* Living Proof - Perfect Hair Day (PhD) 5-in-1 Styling Treatment, 1oz, BN, $2
* Kérastase - Resistance Length Strengthening Blow-Dry Primer, 1 oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Pureology - Travel Size Colour Fanatic Multi-Tasking Hair Beautifier, 1oz, BN, free with any purchase (2 available)
* DevaCurl - SuperCream Coconut Curl Styler, 3oz, BN, $8 each (6 available)
* Voir - Rhythm of the Rain: Hair Masque & Scalp Detox, 2oz, BN, $3
* Alterna - Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Dry Oil Mist, 0.85oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Drybar - Triple Sec 3-in-1 Finishing Spray, 0.35oz, BN, $1 each (6 available)
* Frederick Benjamin - haircare daily hydrating styling creme, 2oz, BN, free with any purchase
* Wella - Dry Me Dry Shampoo, 4.22 oz, BN, $3
* Alterna - Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Blowout Butter, 0.85oz, $1
* T3 - Professional Round Volume Brush 2.5'', BN, $8
Fragrance
* Viktor&Rolf - Flowerbomb, 7ml, BN, $10
Fragrance sample (pick one free with any purchase)
* Lancôme - Idôle Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Lancôme - La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Michael Kors - Wonderlust Sublime Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Givenchy - L'Interdit Eau de Parfum
* Donna Karan - Cashmere Mist Essence Eau de Parfum
* Armani Beauty - Acqua di Gioia Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Armani Beauty - Acqua Di Gio Pour Homme Eau de Toilette
* Armani Beauty - Armani Code Absolu Pour Homme
* Viktor&Rolf - BONBON Eau de Parfum
* Marc Jacobs - Daisy Eau de Toilette (2 available)
* PHLUR - Ameline Eau de Parfum
* Chloé - Nomade Eau de Parfum
* Atelier Cologne - Vanille Insensée Cologne Absolue Pure Perfume
* HERMÈS - Hermès Twilly d'Hermès Eau Poivrée
* Kenneth Cole - For Him Eau de Toilette
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2020.10.29 14:13 SchwarzerKaffee From Bat Boy to Russian Nuclear Summer to Hunter Biden's Laptop: How I learned about propaganda wars in other countries and how that helped me to understand what is happening in America today

TL;DR: This is a summary of how I learned about propaganda wars, how I see it playing out in America, and finally, a brief suggestion for how we can fight back to find truth.
WE NEVER FOUND BAT BOY
I remember being a kid and looking at the tabloids at the grocery store checkout. "BAT BOY FOUND!!!" was an example of a headline. I remember looking at the headline and picking it off the shelve while the checkout lady went about her work. An older man behind me leaned over to me and said, "That's where you read the REAL news." He smiled and was nice, but I felt like he was sending me a message. From that day on, I'd try to read through the tabloids at the checkout as fast as I could. Occasionally, my mom would buy one, and I'd take it home and study it to get the "real" story.
Well, looking back after nearly 30 years, we know that Bat Boy was bullshit. Elvis wasn't alive and shopping at your local grocery store. And no, the tabloids aren't where you go for the "real" news. But back then, people swore Bat Boy was real and they saw Elvis. People talked about it all the time. The reason wasn't something interesting or intriguing. Just several tabloids trying to make money through inventive marketing. We now know that Dick Kulpa invented the story and you can see a list of the stories at the bottom of Bat Boy's Wikipedia page.
I don't see this as a bad thing that I was duped. I got to experience the joy of believing in the mystical for a while, and also to experience finding out I was duped, but then the joy in going back and studying how I fell for it. Through this, I realize that my judgement was clouded by what I wanted to believe, not in the facts that were presented. I also learned the power of withholding judgement on something I read and revisiting later once the marketing frenzy dies down. This is even more helpful today.
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LEARNING ABOUT PROPAGANDA...IN RUSSIA
Even though the tabloid was mostly BS, it instilled in me a desire to find what stories weren't being told to us. It led me to study foreign languages to compare what they wrote in their newspapers vs what American outlets reported. This led me to study Nazi propaganda in Germany, which led me to want to go to the place where I thought had the best propaganda...the former Soviet Union.
Living in Russia, I met so many people who would talk openly about how propaganda was used in the USSR. Not only that, but they would tell me how it was being used in America. I didn't believe them at first, because I thought they were brainwashed. It took me several years and A LOT of research to figure out that my friends in Russia were not brainwashed, but actually understood propaganda very well.
A Dutch friend in Russia pointed out to me that Russia had won its propaganda war. I was confused by this because the Soviet Union had just fallen. He pointed out that it was largely peaceful, then compared this to the Germans who lost their propaganda war, which is why they went to hot war and their country was decimated by a mountain of lies. He explained how, while Americans have excellent propaganda, they haven't been through a propaganda war, where competing ideologies will fight so hard to control the illusion of reality that they will sacrifice their own people and murder millions to make that reality come true.
You see, propaganda can't change reality, it just pretends to do so while the people behind the propaganda enrich themselves and grab more power. The problem is that propaganda doesn't make the crops grow, and eventually people starve as the system falls apart under the weight of lies, leading to revolution, famine and/or war.
I remember one of our Russian friends telling us that they had an unusually warm summer recently in Ukraine, and they had a conspiracy theory that NATO dropped a nuke on former Yugoslavia and that caused the temperature to rise and they just didn't report it on the news. My Dutch friend and I looked at the Russian and asked if he believed it. He just smirked and said, "We may never KNOW."
This wasn't just a cheeky joke. He was teaching us how to handle disinformation and propaganda. He was showing us that we never really know what happens in this world, you just have to deal with that fact and make light of it. That's the Russian mentality towards propaganda.
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THE OPPORTUNITY TO LEARN DURING AMERICA'S PROPAGANDA WAR
This experience helped me to be more comfortable in an uncertain world. Sure, I don't really know what's happening, but neither does anyone else. It is impossible for a single person to comprehend everything that is happening in the world, no matter how powerful they think they are. This is why propaganda always fails. The people creating it, themselves, lose touch with reality, just like Hitler did as was epically shown in the scene from Downfall, the one where people like to change the subtitles to say something else. If you actually watch the movie, that scene is about the walls falling in on Hitler's lies as he realizes the Russians really are taking Berlin and it's not just propaganda. And while a lie is easy to make up, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain, because the truth is singular and usually hard to find, but it is eternal and is a tyrant. It will not bow to the manipulations of a propagandist. Even Hitler couldn't save himself with lies.
While a lot of people are sickened by the Propaganda War that has arrived in America, I have to admit, I find it exciting and invigorating. Finally, America has matured to the point where we are about to decide our future, and I am certain the outcome after this carnage will be good, and we won't go to hot war, because we have the internet. Yes. The culprit is also the antidote sometimes. While you can be radicalized by AI manipulation on Facebook, you can just as easily hop over to Reddit where you choose your own information silo and can mix with different "factions" and realize that humans have different opinions and that's ok. It's actually a really good thing that we disagree. That's how we survive as a species.
For all the faults of Reddit, one thing is that we're able to have this conversation here, and there's no AI determining whether you'll see this and no one is censoring it. Unless the lovely Mods decide to :)
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FREE SPEECH CLEANSES AND REVITALIZES A SOCIETY
This information war America is now in is not a bad thing. It is a necessary step towards a more enlightened society. We see this with Joe Rogan's podcast with Alex Jones where Rogan kept pushing Jones to get a fact checker, because Jones has a lot of knowledge and a large audience. Rogan is using his platform to try to clean up disinformation. While you can say that Rogan's contract compromises him, and it does limit him, he's still using it to help promote alternative sources of news and make those sources better.
Sure, free speech allows people to lie freely, but the truth is infinitely stronger than lies, the truth will eventually prevail. The sooner people learn to think critically for themselves without needing to rely on someone like Rogan to clean it up, the sooner our society moves towards understanding and lies lose their power.
Just like cell phones with cameras led to far fewer stories of Bat Boys and UFO sightings, the amount of information on the internet eventually starts to guide you to find your own truth. I'm not saying UFOs don't exist, you just don't hear the stories like you used to hear in the 80's and 90's before everything was filmed, which helps us focus on the fewer examples people show in video to determine their validity.
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THE NEW MARKETING REALITY AND THE RISE OF THE PITCH MAN
DISCLAIMER: This is NOPOL, I'm discussing propaganda, not pitching for either party. Full disclosure, I support third party.
Donald Trump is not working as a President, he is a pitch man. Whether he's pumping up the stock market, Regeneron, or some new conspiracy theory, he thrives in a culture where marketing is king. Barack Obama was a pitch man for hope and change, but when he had the biggest chance in recent history to restructure the international banking system when he took office, he instead turned it over to Wall Street insiders, and we are now back in a recession if not a depression. Both people promised us the moon, but all we got was this bumper sticker.
In 1985, Neil Postman very accurately predicted our current situation in Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business that we would wind up where we are today, where entertainment guides public discourse. People can't separate celebrity from competence, not realizing that a celebrity is just a shameless self-promoter with limited skills other than using their physical attractiveness to hijack your attention and tell you how to live your life so they make more money and can spend their days reinforcing the illusion that they're better, smarter and more capable than you. They're mostly just hucksters selling products. This celebrity culture has morphed into social media "influencers" who gain popularity by saying what people think they want to hear since it's difficult to think critically about all of their claims. There are certainly some good influencers rising, but they are caught in an ocean of marketing ploys.
This leads us to Hunter Biden's Laptop. It's a morsel of information surrounded by spectacle and stagecraft using innovative marketing that involves the viral use of the LARP to convince people they are "internet researchers" and keeping them bouncing around less popular social media sites where they can control the narrative, which keeps people talking about it all over social media with the goal to shape reality through deception. The Laptop is PizzaGate 3.0, which follows the exact same blueprint as Qanon, and involves Steve Bannon, the architect of weaponizing 4chan for political gain who is going to trial for duping Trump supporters who wanted to fund the wall. I don't know why people still believe this guy. He's another televangelist caught using your prayer money for hookers and drugs.
This viral technique fractions people off into segments and keeps the conversation going. What I've found from visiting these sites is that there are pictures of Hunter Biden using drugs, getting a footjob, some other nudes, and some emails showing Nepotism, yet doesn't seem to be illegal. Nepotism appears to be the main issue here, but that's not what people are talking about because clearly both sides do this. Instead, people are chasing rumors about child porn and incest on the laptop, and in reality, there probably never was a laptop but it looks like they just hacked his iCloud, which is why they won't publicize the original data where it can be scrutinized in the open.
Why don't the Democrats call this out? Well, they're locked in the same game, just different tactics. Remember Citizens United let unlimited dark money into campaigns? I don't hear any effort by either side to fight it. It funds their little propaganda fiefdoms.
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WHAT CAN CRITICAL THINKERS DO IN THIS PROPAGANDA WAR?
The simple solution to a disinformation campaign is education. I did my last post here on labeling, and I think that we need to understand the power of labeling and create a vocabulary to easily understand modern propaganda tactics.
Remember back when Sarah Palin and Rush Limbaugh called the MSM the "Drive-By Media"? That was a good label as that is how propaganda works. Report the outrage, and just when people start to realize it's bullshit, you drop a new story and move on, and people never take the time to realize they believed bullshit, so it sits in their head, clouding their reality. Today, we have "drive-by social media", but it goes further than that. It involves LARPs and ARGs, it manipulates the MSM as well as advertising campaigns, it hijacks movements such as BLM to push corporate and political interests while dividing the people.
I'm not at all good at labeling, so I can't offer much in the way of examples, but I would be interested to hear from others about ideas they have for new terms that should enter the vernacular so that we can more easily discuss propaganda tactics. Just understand the power of labeling and try to keep bias out of them so that they can be applied to anyone who uses that tactic. This would speed the ability for new members of the conspiracy community to cut through the propaganda and help them to find their own truth in their world, not a manufactured worldview where they are nothing but a servant to the greedy and vain who seek power and fame at other people's peril.
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Thanks for reading! I look forward to your feedback.
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* Benefit - porefessional primer, 0.75oz, BN, $18
* Becca - first light priming filter, mini, 6ml, BN, $5
* Becca - first light priming filter, travel size, 15ml, BN, $10
* Dr. Brandt - pores no more luminizer primer,FS, 30ml, BN, $20
* e.l.f. Cosmetics - Luminous Putty Primer, 0.14oz, BN, $1
Powder
* Laura Mercier - Translucent Loose Setting Powder deluxe sample in Glow, 1g, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* KVD - lock it setting powder, 1.4g, BN, $3 each (3 available)
* Stellar - cosmic face powder in haze, 1.7g, BN, $3
Brush & blender
* Sephora - rouge brush 55.5, BN, $5
* ULTA - Super Blender Sponge, BN, $2
* EcoTools - Total Perfecting Blender, BN, $3 each (4 available)
Body lotion
* Calvin Klein women body lotion, 6.7oz, $6
Skincare
* StriVectin - Re-Quench Water Cream Hyaluronic + Electrolyte Moisturizer, 0.25oz, BN, $4 each (2 available)
* Philosophy - Nature In A Jar Cica Complex Recovery Moisturizer, 0.16oz, BN, $2
* First Aid Beauty - Ultra Repair Cream, 1oz, BN, $3 each
* Mario Badescu - Witch Hazel & Lavender Toner, 1oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Kiehl's - Ultra Facial Cream, 0.24 oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Belif - Eye Bomb, 0.17 oz, BN, $5
* GlamGlow - Glowstarter Mega Illuminating Hyaluronic Acid Moisturizer in Nude, 0.24 oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Mario Badescu - Facial Spray with Aloe, Sage and Orange Blossom, 1oz, BN, $2
* The Body Shop - Youth Concentrate Mini, 0.2oz, BN, $3
* Strivectin - Peptight Tightening & Brightening Face Serum, 0.27oz, BN, $8 each (2 available)
* Strivectin - SD Advanced PLUS Intensive Concentrate for Wrinkles and Stretch Marks, BN, 0.35oz, $6
* Strivectin - Advanced Retinol Intensive Night Moisturizer, BN, 0.25oz, $8
* Strivectin - Multi-Action Blue Rescue Clay Renewal Mask, BN, 0.69oz, $5
* SUNDAY RILEY - C.E.O. 15% Vitamin C Brightening Serum, 0.17oz, BN, $7 each (4 5 available)
* Shiseido - Ultimate Sun Protection Lotion Broad Spectrum SPF 50+ For face/body water resistant sunscreen, 1.6oz, BN, $20
* Dermadoctor - Lucky Bamboo Quench & Set Essence Spray, 1.01oz, BN, $20
* Caudalie - premier cru the eye cream, BN, 5ml, $10
* philosophy - time in a bottle, 0.24oz, BN, $2
* Ahava - Mineral Hand Cream Sea Kissed, 1.3oz, BN, $5
* Philosophy - Renewed Hope In A Jar, 0.24oz, BN, $2 each (2 avaiable)
* Dermalogica - Sound Sleep Cocoon, 0.24oz, BN, $6
* Shiseido - Essential Energy Moisturizing Gel Cream, 0.35oz, $5
* boscia - Cactus Water Moisturizer, 0.53oz, BN, $6
* bareMinerals - SKINLONGEVITY Vital Power Infusion, 0.25oz, BN, $2 each (5 available)
* Caudalie - vinosource moisturizing sorbet, 0.33oz, BN, $4
* C&C by Clean & Clear - Black Out Blackhead Clearing Scrub, 1oz, BN, $2
* Dr Roebuck's - No Worries Hydrating Face Moisturizer, 0.5 oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Origins - Plantscription Anti-Aging Power Serum, 0.5oz, BN, $17 each (2 available)
* Origins - GINGER SOUFFLE Whipped Body Cream, 1.7oz, BN, $8 each (1 available)
* Origins - PLANTSCRIPTION Anti-Aging Hand Cream, 1oz, BN, $6 each (2 available)
* Origins - GinZing Oil-Free Energy-Boosting Gel Moisturizer, 0.5oz, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* Origins - High-Potency Night-A-Mins Resurfacing Cream with Fruit-Derived AHAs, $7
* No7 - Early Defence GLOW ACTIVATING Serum, 0.16oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Shiseido - Essential Energy Eye Definer, 0.18 oz, BN, $7
* Estée Lauder - Advanced Night Repair Synchronized Multi-Recovery Complex, 0.23oz, BN, $10 each (5 6 available)
* Estée Lauder - Advanced Night Repair Eye Supercharged Complex Synchronized Recovery, 0.5oz, BN, $30
* Exuviance - Detox Mud Treatment, 10ml, BN, $2
* Juice Beauty - STEM CELLULAR Anti-Wrinkle Booster Serum, 0.26oz, BN, $10
* Kate Somerville - EradiKate Salicylic Acid Acne Treatment, 0.33oz, BN, $10
* Clinique - Clinique For Men Oil-Control Mattifying Moisturizer, 0.5oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* StriVectin - Intensive Eye Concentrate for Wrinkles, 0.25oz, BN, $8 each (3 available, the packaging for the third one is slightly different but the product is the same as the first two)
* StriVectin - Wrinkle Recode Line Transforming Melting Serum, 0.25oz, BN, $10
* Shiseido - Ultimune Power Infusing Concentrate, 0.33oz, BN, $10
* Clinique - Smart Clinical MD Multi-Dimensional Age Transformer Resculpt, 0.24oz, BN, $4
* Jane iredale - pommisst hydration spray, FS, 3.04 oz,BN, $7
Hair
* It's A 10 - Miracle Blowdry Volumizer, 2oz, BN, $3
* Kenra Professional - Volumizing Spray Clay 15, 1.2oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Bumble and bumble - Bb.Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer, 1oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Sexy Hair - Big Sexy Hair Spray & Play Harder Firm Volumizing Hairspray, 1.5oz, BN, $2
* Drybar - Southern Belle Volume-Boosting Root Lifter, 0.7oz, BN, $1
* NatureLab. Tokyo - Perfect Shine Clarifying Scalp Scrub, 1.5oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Joico - K-PAK Color Therapy Luster Lock, 1.7oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Living Proof - No Frizz Nourishing Styling Cream, 1oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Pureology - Travel Size Colour Fanatic Multi-Tasking Hair Beautifier, 1oz, BN, free with any purchase (2 available)
* Matrix - Total Results Miss Mess Dry Finishing Spray, 4.8oz, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* DevaCurl - SuperCream Coconut Curl Styler, 3oz, BN, $8 each (6 available)
* Voir - Rhythm of the Rain: Hair Masque & Scalp Detox, 2oz, BN, $3
* Alterna - Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Dry Oil Mist, 0.85oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Drybar - Triple Sec 3-in-1 Finishing Spray, 0.35oz, BN, $1 each (6 available)
* Frederick Benjamin - haircare daily hydrating styling creme, 2oz, BN, $1
* Wella - Dry Me Dry Shampoo, 4.22 oz, BN, $3
* Kérastase - Resistance Length Strengthening Blow-Dry Primer, 1 oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Living Proof - Perfect Hair Day (PhD) 5-in-1 Styling Treatment, 1oz, BN, $3
* Alterna - Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Blowout Butter, 0.85oz, $2
* T3 - Professional Round Volume Brush 2.5'', BN, $10
Fragrance sample (pick one free with any purchase)
* Lancôme - Idôle Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Lancôme - La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Michael Kors - Wonderlust Sublime Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Givenchy - L'Interdit Eau de Parfum
* Donna Karan - Cashmere Mist Essence Eau de Parfum
* Armani Beauty - Acqua di Gioia Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Armani Beauty - Acqua Di Gio Pour Homme Eau de Toilette
* Armani Beauty - Armani Code Absolu Pour Homme
* Viktor&Rolf - BONBON Eau de Parfum
* Marc Jacobs - Daisy Eau de Toilette (2 available)
* PHLUR - Ameline Eau de Parfum
* Chloé - Nomade Eau de Parfum
* Atelier Cologne - Vanille Insensée Cologne Absolue Pure Perfume
* HERMÈS - Hermès Twilly d'Hermès Eau Poivrée
* Kenneth Cole - For Him Eau de Toilette
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2020.10.20 16:11 ITDolphin Free live nude ladies

Shipping starts at $3 and goes up based on weight. US only. Minimum purchase is $5. Coming from a pet-free, smoke-free house.
BN=brand new; FS=full size
Verification 1
Verification 2 (skincare)
Verification 3 (hair)
Verification 4 (fragrance)
Verification 5 (fragrance sample, pick one free with any purchase)
Palette
* Dose Of Colors - Minnie Eyeshadow Palette, used 3x, $24
* Fenty beauty - snap palette #1 true neutrals, BN, $20
* Fenty beauty - snap palette #5 peach, BN, $20
Eyeshadow
* Winky Lux - single Eyeshadow in Frothy, 1.7g, BN, free with any purchase (2 available)
* Cover fx - shimmer veil in Soleil, FS, BN, $8
Lippies
* FLOWER Beauty - Petal Pout Lip Mask in Nectar, FS, BN, $5
* Armani Beauty - Lip Maestro Liquid Matte Lipstick in 400, 0.05 oz, BN, $5
* MAC - Lipstick Lustre in lady bug, 0.1oz, BN, $5 each (3 available)
* Urban Decay - Vice Lipstick Comfort Matte in backtalk, 1g, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Buxom - Plumpline Lip Liner in dolly danger, FS, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* Tarte - lippie lingerie matte tint in exposed, FS, BN, $9
* Winky Lux - disco lip gloss in hustle, 0.05oz, BN, free with any purchase
* Giorgio Armani Beauty - rouge darmani matte in 503 pastel glow, 4g, BN, $15
* Milani - Amore Satin Matte Lip Crème in Velour, FS, 0.22 oz, BN, $4
* Smashbox - Be Legendary Liquid Lip Metal in space case, 0.27oz, BN, free with any purchase
* too faced - RICH DAZZLING LIP GLOSS High-Shine Sparkle Lip Gloss in Stocks & Bondage, 0.25oz, BN, $5
Highlighters/bronzers/blushes
* Clinique - cheek pop palette warm up, BN, but the left shade blush pop is detached from the palette upon arrival, $10
* BECCA - Ignite Liquified Light Highlighter in passion, 0.17oz, BN, $3
* LORAC - TANtalizer bakes bronzer in matte tan, 1.1g, BN, $2
* Revolution - ultra bronze bronzer, 15g, BN, $1
* Becca - Shimmering skin perfector pressed in rose quartz, FS, BN, $24
* Becca - Shimmering skin perfector pressed in Moonstone, FS, BN, $24
* Benefit - dandelion, FS, BN, $18
* Milani - Baked Blush in Luminoso, FS, 0.12 oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Becca - blushes with light palette, lightly used, $12
* Urban decay - naked skin highlighting fluid in sin, 3.4g, BN, $2
Eyeliner
* Urban Decay - 24/7 Glide-On Eyeliner Pencil in zero, 0.03oz, BN, $6
* NARS - High-Pigment Longwear Eyeliner in Via Veneto (black), 0.02oz, BN, $6
* KVD - Mini Tattoo Liner, 0.2ml, BN, $6
Mascaras
* KVD - Go Big or Go Home Volumizing Mascara, 0.08oz, BN, $3
* Anastasia Beverly Hills - Lash Brag Volumizing Mascara, 0.08oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Smashbox - Super Fan Lash Lengthening Mascara, travel size, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Milani - Highly Rated 10-in-1 Volume Mascara, 0.16oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Grande Cosmetics - GrandeMASCARA Black Conditioning Peptide Mascara, 0.2oz, BN, $12 each (2 available)
* Too Faced - Travel Size Damn Girl! 24-Hour Mascara, 0.2oz, BN, $6
* Estée Lauder - Sumptuous Extreme Lash Multiplying Volume Mascara, 0.27oz, BN, $5 each (3 available)
* Estée Lauder - Sumptuous Extreme Lash Multiplying Volume Mascara, 0.1oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* It Cosmetics - Lash Blowout Volumizing Mascara, 3ml, BN, $5
* It Cosmetics - Superhero Elastic Stretch Volumizing Lengthening Mascara, DS, BN, $5 each (3 available)
* Giorgio Armani - eyes to kill mascara, 2ml, BN, $5
Spray/Foundation/ConcealeFace primers
* COOLA - Makeup Setting Sunscreen Spray SPF 30, 10ml, BN, $2
* Giorgio Armani - armaniprima, 5ml, BN, $6
* Too Faced - Hangover 3-In-1 Replenishing Primer & Setting Spray in watermelon, 4oz, BN, $16
* CoverGirl - Clean Fresh Prep & Set Water Mist, 90ml, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Urban decay - all nighter setting spray, 0.5oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Urban decay - all nighter setting spray, 1oz, BN, $10
* PÜR - Haze Mist CBD Setting Spray, 3.3oz, BN, $12 each (2 available)
* MAC - Mini MAC Prep + Prime Fix+ Primer and Setting Spray, 1oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* Benefit Cosmetics - Hello Happy Soft Blur Foundation SPF 15 in shade 1, FS, BN, $16
* Clinique - Even Better All-Over Concealer + Eraser in WN 16 buff, 0.2oz, BN, $13
* Clinique - Even Better All-Over Concealer + Eraser in CN18 cream whip, 0.2oz, BN, $13
* L'Oréal - Infallible Full Wear Waterproof Concealer in 355 vanilla, used 3x, free with any purchase
* It Cosmetics - Bye Bye Under Eye Full Coverage Anti-Aging Waterproof Concealer in light natural, 0.05oz, BN, $2
* BECCA - Skin Love Brighten & Blur Primer, 0.2oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Benefit - porefessional primer, 0.75oz, BN, $18
* Becca - first light priming filter, mini, 6ml, BN, $5
* Becca - first light priming filter, travel size, 15ml, BN, $10
* Dr. Brandt - pores no more luminizer primer,FS, 30ml, BN, $20
Powder
* Laura Mercier - Translucent Loose Setting Powder deluxe sample in Glow, 1g, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* KVD - lock it setting powder, 1.4g, BN, $3
* e.l.f. - Smooth & Set Eye Powder sheer, 0.07oz, BN, free with any purchase
* Stellar - cosmic face powder in haze, 1.7g, BN, $3
Brush & blender
* Sephora - rouge brush 55.5, BN, $5
* ULTA - Super Blender Sponge, BN, $2
* e.l.f. Cosmetics - Total Face Sponge, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* EcoTools - Total Perfecting Blender, BN, $3 each (4 available)
Body lotion
* Calvin Klein women body lotion, 6.7oz, $6
Skincare
* Klairs - Supple Preparation Facial Toner, 1oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* StriVectin - Re-Quench Water Cream Hyaluronic + Electrolyte Moisturizer, 0.25oz, BN, $4 each (2 available)
* Philosophy - Nature In A Jar Cica Complex Recovery Moisturizer, 0.16oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Vichy - Minéral 89 Face Serum, 4ml, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* LA ROCHE-POSAY - Anthelios 50 Mineral Ultra Light Sunscreen Fluid SPF 50, 0.1oz, BN, free with any purchase (2 available)
* First Aid Beauty - Ultra Repair Cream, 1oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Mario Badescu - Witch Hazel & Lavender Toner, 1oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Kiehl's - Ultra Facial Cream, 0.24 oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Belif - Eye Bomb, 0.17 oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* GlamGlow - Glowstarter Mega Illuminating Hyaluronic Acid Moisturizer in Nude, 0.24 oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Mamonde - hydrating beauty water, 25ml, BN, $2
* Mario Badescu - Facial Spray with Aloe, Sage and Orange Blossom, 1oz, BN, $2
* ROC - eye cream, 0.5oz, BN, $12 each (2 available)
* Ahava - Dead Sea Crystal Osmoter X6 Facial Serum, 0.17oz, BN, $5
* The Body Shop - Youth Concentrate Mini, 0.2oz, BN, $3
* Strivectin - Peptight Tightening & Brightening Face Serum, 0.27oz, BN, $8 each (2 available)
* Strivectin - SD Advanced PLUS Intensive Concentrate for Wrinkles and Stretch Marks, BN, 0.35oz, $6
* Strivectin - Advanced Retinol Intensive Night Moisturizer, BN, 0.25oz, $8 each (2 available)
* Strivectin - Multi-Action Blue Rescue Clay Renewal Mask, BN, 0.69oz, $5
* Perricone MD - Vitamin C Ester Photo-Brightening Moisturizer Broad Spectrum SPF 30, 1oz, BN, $16
* SUNDAY RILEY - C.E.O. 15% Vitamin C Brightening Serum, 0.17oz, BN, $7 each (5 available)
* Kate Somerville - ExfoliKate Intensive Exfoliating Treatment, 0.25oz, BN, $5
* Caudalie - Vinoperfect Radiance Serum trial size, 10 mL, BN, $13
* Shiseido - Ultimate Sun Protection Lotion Broad Spectrum SPF 50+ For face/body water resistant sunscreen, 1.6oz, BN, $20
* Dermadoctor - Lucky Bamboo Quench & Set Essence Spray, 1.01oz, BN, $20
* Murad - Vita-C Eyes Dark Circle Corrector, 0.17oz, BN, $10
* Murad - Nutrient-Charged Water Gel, 0.25oz, BN, $5
* GLAMGLOW - BRIGHTEYES Illuminating Anti-Fatigue Eye Cream, 0.1oz, BN, $4 each (6 available)
* Caudalie - premier cru the eye cream, BN, 5ml, $10
* philosophy - time in a bottle, 0.24oz, BN, $2
* Ahava - Mineral Hand Cream Sea Kissed, 1.3oz, BN, $5
* Philosophy - Renewed Hope In A Jar, 0.24oz, BN, $2 each (2 avaiable)
* Dermalogica - Sound Sleep Cocoon, 0.24oz, BN, $6 each (2 avaiable)
* SUNDAY RILEY - Auto Correct Eye Cream, 3ml, BN, $6 each (2 avaiable)
* Shiseido - Essential Energy Moisturizing Gel Cream, 0.35oz, $5 each (2 avaiable)
* boscia - Cactus Water Moisturizer, 0.53oz, BN, $6
* bareMinerals - SKINLONGEVITY Vital Power Infusion, 0.25oz, BN, $2 each (5 available)
* Caudalie - vinosource moisturizing sorbet, 0.33oz, BN, $4
* C&C by Clean & Clear - Black Out Blackhead Clearing Scrub, 1oz, BN, $2
* Dr Roebuck's - No Worries Hydrating Face Moisturizer, 0.5 oz, BN, $5 each (2 available)
* Origins - Plantscription Anti-Aging Power Serum, 0.5oz, BN, $17 each (2 available)
* Origins - GINGER SOUFFLE Whipped Body Cream, 1.7oz, BN, $8 each (1 available)
* Origins - PLANTSCRIPTION Anti-Aging Hand Cream, 1oz, BN, $6 each (2 available)
* Origins - GinZing Oil-Free Energy-Boosting Gel Moisturizer, 0.5oz, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* Origins - High-Potency Night-A-Mins Resurfacing Cream with Fruit-Derived AHAs, $7
* No7 - Early Defence GLOW ACTIVATING Serum, 0.16oz, BN, $1 each (2 available)
* Shiseido - Essential Energy Eye Definer, 0.18 oz, BN, $7 each (2 available)
* Estée Lauder - Advanced Night Repair Synchronized Multi-Recovery Complex, 0.23oz, BN, $10 each (6 available)
* Estée Lauder - Advanced Night Repair Eye Supercharged Complex Synchronized Recovery, 0.5oz, BN, $30
* Exuviance - Detox Mud Treatment, 10ml, BN, $2
* Juice Beauty - STEM CELLULAR Anti-Wrinkle Booster Serum, 0.26oz, BN, $10
* Dermalogica - Special Cleansing Gel, 0.5oz, BN, $3
* Kate Somerville - EradiKate Salicylic Acid Acne Treatment, 0.33oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* Clinique - Clinique For Men Oil-Control Mattifying Moisturizer, 0.5oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* StriVectin - Intensive Eye Concentrate for Wrinkles, 0.25oz, BN, $8 each (3 available, the packaging for the third one is slightly different but the product is the same as the first two)
* StriVectin - Wrinkle Recode Line Transforming Melting Serum, 0.25oz, BN, $10
* Shiseido - Ultimune Power Infusing Concentrate, 0.33oz, BN, $10 each (2 available)
* Clinique - Smart Clinical MD Multi-Dimensional Age Transformer Resculpt, 0.24oz, BN, $4 each (2 available)
* Dermalogica - Age Smart MultiVitamin Power Firm, 5ml, BN, $8
* Jane iredale - pommisst hydration spray, FS, 3.04 oz,BN, $7
Hair
* It's A 10 - Miracle Blowdry Volumizer, 2oz, BN, $3
* Kenra Professional - Volumizing Spray Clay 15, 1.2oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Bumble and bumble - Bb.Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer, 1oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Joico - K-PAK Color Therapy Luster Lock, 1.7oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Hempz - CBD 40mg Seeing Is Be Leave In Ultra-Hydrating Conditioning Mist, 2oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Living Proof - No Frizz Nourishing Styling Cream, 1oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Matrix - Total Results Miss Mess Dry Finishing Spray, 4.8oz, BN, $9 each (2 available)
* DevaCurl - SuperCream Coconut Curl Styler, 3oz, BN, $8 each (6 available)
* Voir - Rhythm of the Rain: Hair Masque & Scalp Detox, 2oz, BN, $3
* Alterna - Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Dry Oil Mist, 0.85oz, BN, $2 each (2 available)
* Drybar - Triple Sec 3-in-1 Finishing Spray, 0.35oz, BN, $1 each (6 available)
* Frederick Benjamin - haircare daily hydrating styling creme, 2oz, BN, $1
* Wella - Dry Me Dry Shampoo, 4.22 oz, BN, $3
* Kérastase - Resistance Length Strengthening Blow-Dry Primer, 1 oz, BN, $3 each (2 available)
* Living Proof - Perfect Hair Day (PhD) 5-in-1 Styling Treatment, 1oz, BN, $3
* Alterna - Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Blowout Butter, 0.85oz, $2
* Pureology - Travel Size Colour Fanatic Multi-Tasking Hair Beautifier, 1oz, BN, free with any purchase (2 available)
* T3 - Professional Round Volume Brush 2.5'', BN, $10
Fragrance
* DKNY - nectar love eau de parfum rollerball, 3ml, BN, $2
* Estée Lauder - Beautiful Belle Eau de Parfum, 4ml, BN, $3 each (2 available)
Fragrance sample (pick one free with any purchase)
* Lancôme - Idôle Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Lancôme - La Vie Est Belle Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Michael Kors - Wonderlust Sublime Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Givenchy - L'Interdit Eau de Parfum
* Donna Karan - Cashmere Mist Essence Eau de Parfum
* Armani Beauty - Acqua di Gioia Eau de Parfum (2 available)
* Armani Beauty - Acqua Di Gio Pour Homme Eau de Toilette
* Armani Beauty - Armani Code Absolu Pour Homme
* Viktor&Rolf - BONBON Eau de Parfum
* Marc Jacobs - Daisy Eau de Toilette (2 available)
* PHLUR - Ameline Eau de Parfum
* Chloé - Nomade Eau de Parfum
* Atelier Cologne - Vanille Insensée Cologne Absolue Pure Perfume
* HERMÈS - Hermès Twilly d'Hermès Eau Poivrée
* Kenneth Cole - For Him Eau de Toilette
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