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So a few things about me. I want to be a breeding wife.
If you are serious a few things about me. I will be all yours nobody else. I will wear sundress’s in summer with no panties so you can fill me when you feel you need to give me your seed. I can sit on your lap a lot and let you milk me anytime you wish . Do you use milking machines also? We will want to build a milking and breeding room you will have me use when you want. My body would be yours and l will stay pregnant as much as you want as long as you are a good dad and take care of me. I don’t mind having baby bumps and milking for you since you will be my owner. I want to be a breeding wife and have a family however so if that’s what you want I’m ready. Too much? I let my future husband decide how many kids he wants. It would be a family lifestyle and we would be having a huge part in our kids lives with sports, family outings and trips. But behind the doors I’m your sub. It’s a mix. I’m picky on looks, no obese. You won’t be disappointed in me.

My fiance and I have 3 animals. We have 2 cats, one boy, Leo and one girl, Xena, that are around 6ish years old, and a 4 and a half month old mix breed puppy Momo.
Since we brought home 10 weeks ago they've kinda had separate territories. We put up baby gates and largely keep him in the living room and dining room while the cats stay in the 2 bedrooms (office and our room) and bathroom in the other side of the house (think small bungalow). Kitchen is basically neutral territory. The cats come out when we cook, Momo has to go through to get to the backyard.
He's an energetic puppy. When he sees them (or any animal for that matter) he wants to play. He'll whine, play bow, bark, etc. He runs over to the baby gate whenever he gets back from the yard hoping to see them. The cats are more mixed. Xena hisses and looks visably upset around him. Arched back, the whole nine. Leo will come up to the closed baby gate to swat at him in what I interpret as play. When he does this Momo gets nervous and will look to us for what to do, or start chewing on something nearby.
Momo has been in the office to get closer, but always on a leash, and without the gate the cats stay as far as they can while still holding their ground. He hasn't been in our room yet, since that's where the cats naturally spent most of their time, he sleeps in his crate in the dining room. The cats generally don't come out into the living/dining room unless he's asleep.
We originally wanted a puppy because we knew we wanted a rescue and we were worried about getting an adult dog that might see our cats as prey. Now we know that he will be a big dog (half pit, 15% coonhound and Pyrenees, 5% great Dane and boxer) and I'm worried that if they don't get along soon he's gonna be too big to bully. But I also don't want to throw them together in a room and traumatize the cats.
So what do we do? The dream would be the three of them cuddled up on the couch with us, but I'll settle for the cats being comfortable in the same room as him without him lunging at them to play.
Tldr: Two cats, one puppy, right now separated. One cat seems interested, other does not, puppy just wants to play. How do we keep the zoo at peace?

This push and pull, this game. I'm so tired of it. Do you know I almost kissed you last night? Just to see your reaction? To know that it's not all in my head and I'm in fact not crazy for thinking you feel all of this happening too.
I know we both have reasons to avoid this. Way too many reasons. Maybe you're just a better actor than me.
Maybe you hide things better than me.
Or maybe it's in my head, you feel nothing for me, you give me awkward side hugs because you are actually super uncomfortable with me and the way I can't help but look at your adorable face all the time.
Lock eyes with me, and watch me squirm. Hmm, my nails are super interesting right now. 😅
My thoughts are jumbled and so are these ramblings.
I just want to know I'm not crazy.
Why else would you talk to me all the time? Damn near every day. Come over to hang out. Ask to go out this weekend. This is driving me absolutely fucking nuts.
Are you uncomfortable with me? Or that others are here as well, watching our interactions?
It's no secret we're close. Close friends. I've always whole heartedly believed that men and women can be friends, best friends at that. But no one knows the hours we've spent getting to know each other, learning things about one another. The little texts that say "I'm having a great day, and have to tell you," or the really long phone calls after a hard day. Textbook best friends, to the onlooker. If only there wasn't this persistent tension. If only I couldn't feel your presence so wholly. The moment you enter a room I feel you. Sleeping is miserable when you're over, I'm hyper aware that you're just separated by a wall. A thin one at that. I feel like a teenager again, and not a 28 year old. 😅
Fuck dude, I want you. I can't. I shouldn't. But I DO. you wouldn't believe the dreams I've had lately 🫠 But, what if I don't want to ruin anything? Everything I have, out the window the minute I say a word. Lust isn't worth it.
Maybe in another universe.

In real life, I mean. I put the meme tag because it's wacky.
So there was this shopping mall, in the dream, and while driving around it in my little plastic car, I came across a bapub/restaurant. This place was big, way bigger than any restaurant I've ever been to, with hundreds of tables. As I drove through (indoors, on my kiddie plastic Jeep) I realized that there was a familiar voice coming from the many speakers found throughout.
It was Dagoth. And not him talking to me or anything. It was literally his voice files from the game, just put on loop alongside some generic pop music. I left confused, some other thing happened, and then my dad (who is a respectable and humble man in real life), who was now a raging alcoholic and an adrenaline junkie, came to me and said "hEY! leT'S gO to ThE dAGoTh ReSTauranT!" and he forcefully dragged me and my brother there.
Once there, he dressed up like he was gonna do swimming and started "The Crawl", which was an activity unique to this place, in the same vein as a chugging contest or a wet-t-shit competition. There was a single corridor going across all six rooms of this massive - and now crowded - restaurant, and along this corridor were rubber animatronics of Dagoth Ur, highly accurate to his in-game model.
Basically, to do "The Crawl" (which by the way gave you no reward), you had to crawl on all four through this corridor, while being more or less molested by the Dagoth animatronics, who also shouted random lines and laughed at you. Employees also had to jump in and tackle you, and customers were encouraged to throw food at you.
After an uneasy crawl through this mess, I was so baffled as to why this even existed, I had my entire family come to the restaurant and do it alongside me. Just to show them how absurd this was. At the end of the crawl, they said "Yeah, that's kinda weird, but what the fuck is Morrowind? What even is that?" I then whipped out a collector's edition and blurted out a wikipedia summary, and they were like "Oh yeah, I think I heard of Skyrim".
And then we left. The dream continued a bit after this, unrelated to Dagoth Ur. My dad dragged us to another weird joint, this one run by Disney, where we had to walk on letter tiles over a foam pit and try to match them to lyrics from famous movie songs. Me and my brother were sick of it.
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I haven't played Morrowind in a long while, so I blame the recent surge of Dagoth Ur memes for this dream.

For some reason I seem to recall his channel name being 'Shonduras' if not something very similar. It isn't the channel with 4 million subscribers.
One of the challenges I definitely remember him doing was to eat an orange in a shower and I think he made another video about it after doing it for the first time.
Another challenge I remember but am not as sure about was covering his hands in cement/concrete but I could be getting this confused with someone else.
He would do 3 challenges per video, submitted by his comment section. His video style was very basic where it's just a guy standing in his room facing towards the camera.
His appearance kind of reminds me of Shane Dawson when he had a fringe. Just Google search "Shane Dawson fringe" sorry I do not know how to describe it any better.

I live in one of those "home" style apartment buildings. My unit is on the second floor above my own garage. There are only two shared walls: my garage shares a wall with another garage, and my apartment living room shares a wall with another living room. There are no shared flooceilings.
I really want to put a sim in for the winter time. I can definitely hit irons and wedges in the garage (9' ceilings), but my living room as a vaulted ceiling with plenty of room for driver, so I'd love to put the simulator there. Does anyone think I'll be able to get away with it without noise complaints? Or am I asking for trouble even with the garage setup?

6th Moon, 200 AC Gulltown
"Oh it was you who dealt the final blow, was it?" Edmure's voice carried even in the cramped tavern that Rhea and her companions had settled in for the evening. The table they'd found was pushed into a corner, and just about had enough room for the five of them to gather around. Edmure, of course, had taken the seat nearest the rest of the room, free to get up and fetch more drinks whenever he liked.
"It was!" Rhea laughed from opposite him, sat back on the bench she shared with Roslin, her arm draped over the back of it, almost about the Stormlander's shoulders though far enough from her not to be outrageous. "You were busy picking yourself up out of the dust."
"That's bullshit, right there. You know me better than thinking some bear could put me in the dirt for long," he grinned, only prompting Rhea to chuckle and shake her head.
"Well if you're that sure, maybe we should ask the resident expert?" She turned to Roslin, raising an eyebrow. "You did have that vantage point, right Rose?"
"Hold on now, there's no way it'll be a fair judgement when only one of us is sleeping with the resident expert," he interrupted.
Rhea went to kick him jokingly under the table, but before she could say anything, Rose chimed into their friendly disagreement. "Well I was going to say I saw you get the kill, but since you said that maybe it was Rhea after all."
"I take it all back, you're the most impartial one among us all," he said, changing his tune to the sound of Rhea's laughter.
"Hmm, too late, you'll get the next one I'm sure!" The two of them both joined in laughing at the situation.
"Alright, I'm fetching some more drinks, it's my turn," Rhea announced, standing from where she sat and turning to the others to check if they needed anything before heading off into the tavern proper, still chuckling at the conversation.

I've had a Dreamcast for 5 years now and I've always loved it but I think I'm starting to appreciate it even more. I live by multiple arcade bars, all have great games. But I kinda find myself appreciating the Dreamcast more after playing these games at the arcade. Yeah, I get the social experience, a huge beer and cocktail menu at the bars. But there's just something special about having the same games at home. I can just turn on the purple LED lights in my living room, make a drink, and I have the same experience. Minus tokens, a tab, gross bathroom, and randos. Just a random thought I wanted to share. Never got to experience the arcades back in the day as I was born in 1990.

Sorry in advance for the long story, but I'm really not sure how I should proceed, or what I'm entitled to.
About a month ago, with the heavy rainfall in Los Angeles, my apartment's roof sprung a leak in my bedroom. It was insane...the roof was obviously not built for rain, and my ceiling absorbed all the water like a sponge. The entire ceiling was bubbling and bulging with water for days, and when the ceiling bubbles burst they splashed brown putrid water on all my worldly possessions. To add insult to injury, I was out of town, and couldn't move all my furniture and clothes out, so I asked my roommate to put a tarp on what she could. I immediately called my landlord to see what could be done, but he wouldn't respond to my calls, texts, and emails...oddly he responded to my roommate only, but didn't have any type of urgency, and basically said nothing could be done until it stops raining. Meaning that for days we were emptying dozens of buckets with brown water, ruining every towel we owned, etc. Didn't he have a responsibility to send someone to protect the inside of my room? Regardless, my mattress, mattress topper, and expensive sheets were ruined, along with countless clothes.
When actual parts of the ceiling collapsed, he finally seemed to realize the urgency, and he texted me back, asking for itemized receipts for my mattress, etc. They fixed the roof, and sent the handymen to come in and patch up the ceiling. *Patch up, not replace.* They only sent one man to work on my room, which took about a week. I'd been sleeping on the couch in our cramped living room with all my furniture, soiled mattress, etc, while going through midterms in my master's program, generally fuming and being miserable. I text the landlord and ask if I'll be reimbursed for the mattress so that I can buy a new one. He says they'll send a check, but didn't say what the amount would be, so I assumed it would be for the full amount of the receipts I sent him.
Then, joy of joys, my room is finished! I immediately start bringing my things in, but the handyman tells me to let it dry for one more day before I sleep there, because there's a crack in the plaster he wants to patch up. I thought it was strange, but agreed and stopped moving stuff in (but didn't move anything back out again). He takes off. I hear a strange noise in my room, and look around. Sure enough, right above me, the crack gets bigger, and SLAM! A huge chunk of ceiling comes crashing down again. Like a heavy inch of drywall, whatever a roof is made of. The roof is exposed, and I see: ITS STILL SOPPING WET! And worse, covered in mold. I call the handy man, first, because I figured he must have known this was a possibility given that he wanted me to wait an extra day. He apologizes and says he'll be back the next day. Another huge chunk comes slamming down, it was terrifying. By I call the landlord. No response. I text him that THE CEILING CAME CRASHING DOWN ON ME and we need to talk. No response. Obviously, I closed the door and listened to chunks of the ceiling crash down all night. They return, but at this point, I've been on the couch for like two and a half weeks (they don't work weekends), I get a head cold from sleeping on the couch in our poorly insulated living room, and just want the hell out of dodge, and move into a hotel for a night, before I fly out to visit my parents for a few days. I send an email to my landlord BEGGING him to talk to me, to discuss logistics. I figure, okay, I'm a young woman, he's trying to take advantage of me, maybe he'll talk to my father. He ignores my father's calls, voicemails, and emails. He hasn't sent me a check for the mattress yet (although more stuff has been damaged since then).
My roommate tells me that the room is totally fixed at this point (although we're dubious that they just built around the moldy roof) and I'm on my way back. But am I not entitled to at least 1 or 2 months' rent for all the inconvenience and suffering, due to my landlord's negligence? At the very least am I entitled to what he promised he'd reimburse, in addition to a deduction of the weeks I haven't been able to stay in my room?
How do I approach this? Do I need a lawyer to contact him on my behalf? Please let me know, and thank you so much for sticking with this novel, if you read the whole thing.

We had our first child back in May, so she’s about 10 months old now. Thus far my “workout routine” has basically just been that I walk her to daycare in the morning, which obviously isn’t exactly an exhaustive workout.
Joining a gym isn’t in the cards because babies are expensive and we’re trying to save as much as possible. Plus I’d feel really guilty just leaving my wife alone with the baby for an hour or more, so I can go workout. I have some Switch and Oculus games that are really good cardio, but the only room in our house that provides enough workout space is also where the baby usually plays, since she needs room to crawl around. I could workout while she naps but I would be too worried about waking the baby with all the jumping and moving around. This is also why early morning and late evening haven’t felt like viable options either.
Tl;dr: As a new parent, how did/do you find time to workout and what did you do?

Hello!
Before everything, I kind of hate creating a Reddit post regarding tickets, and I hate when others do too. Considering some people could get over my premium support by creating a ticket and pasting here while I wait like I should be. But this is not the main topic, so here is topic 1.
Do you remember the Reddit post about the 10-1 abusers? I mean this one, in this room. No one answered that so I created a ticket to report them.
The ticket number is 4726862
In short, I reported 10 players that were abusing the platform by winning and losing 10-1 and 1-10 in order to farm premium missions (this is what I mean). The ticket was made on Sunday afternoon so I understand it would've been looked at the day after. However, 2 days have passed since that and as a premium user, I feel a little dissatisfied with the support. Not for me particularly but for the very ticket I made.
9 players out of 10 are eventually banned for multiple accounts but 1 did not (user 6eLllIcMebl). I think he should be for platform abuse. At least this is what I think when I see games going 10-1 and 1-10 and an average KD of -1.
Also, here are some questions I'd like some staff members to answer (possibly InfinityG or Darwin, as they don't copy-paste stuff and I like that they're super open and helpful):

• Isn't there some kind of negative-KD average lookup? I mean, for having a negative KD as average it takes 20 games with a negative KD. Isn't even 10 games already a warning point?
• Are you lacking staff members or people that do tickets? I am rather patient so I can wait 1 day or more, but some users are maybe asking for more important tickets and if they waited as I do, then it'd be annoying;
• Are you (always referring to FACEIT dev/staff) considering fixing some of those "easy/fast" fixes some of us are wanting? As a developer I know is not easy (nor fast but they are the simplest) and I know the things that are currently being worked on, but I think you could invest a month purely over QOL improvements (like when they send you a friend request and you have to wait 30 seconds if you don't press accept)

I have some other technical questions but this is getting quite too long and asking tech stuff here wouldn't really be worth it I think.
If you read this far, I thank you for your time. I am always open to a friendly conversation! Thanks

Maybe this is relevant, but I grew up in a disorganized home. I didn’t have much room to talk about my feelings and was made (intentionally or unintentionally) to feel like a burden. I started seeking professional help a year and a half ago and am now regularly seeing a psychiatrist for different, but relating reasons.
However, for as long as I can remember, I can’t manage to get attached to anyone. There are exceptions to this rule (eg. a best friend I’ve had since I was in kindergarten) but there haven’t been any exceptions in a while.
I’ve dated a few times and I’m, as it seems, quite desirable (as long as I keep masking, at least) but I never found myself attached to anyone, let alone in love. I’ve heard a couple of times that love is an action and not a feeling, so I got a boyfriend with this in mind, but that relationship didn’t last since the action started to feel like a chore. I only ever express interest in an obsessively curious way and the obsession dies down as soon as my curiosity is satiated.
I feel like an a-hole leading all these men on. Every time I think I might be capable of attachment; every time I’m left in disappointment and sadness. I made a list of traits I want in the perfect partner and told myself not to pursue anyone until he ticks all of the boxes. I found a guy who ticks all of the boxes I made and gave him a chance. For now, we’re casual, but I can tell he’s more than just attached to me and I’m still not attached to him at all. I like him. He’s someone I SHOULD get attached to and fall in love with. But I feel nothing, as usual.
He’s (understandably) losing patience since it’s been a few months and my eyes are wandering. I don’t know what’s making me so curious, I don’t know what I keep looking for. I’ve accepted I won’t have passion because I clearly care too little, but I can’t even have love? Attachment?
I feel broken and lost. All of my friends could walk out tomorrow and it wouldn’t faze me. It’s not that I don’t want to commit and don’t want to fall in love, but it seems I’m simply incapable of doing so. I listen to my friends’ heartbreak stories and love songs and wonder how it is that my body won’t allow me to feel even a smidge of caring. It’s lonely.
I’ve been considering bringing this up with my shrink, but I doubt there’s a pill on the market to fix heartlessness. Any advice?
TLDR: I’ve dated and even have an ex, but I’m physically uncapable of getting platonically or romantically attached to anyone, even if they’re exactly what I’m looking for–which ultimately ends in a break-up. I feel broken and lonely. Advice would be great.

As the title says i like to know the major differences between private and government hajj. And which one you will recommend. Will really appreciate some help.
P.s. while i was writing it, the earthquake came and shook my room. May Allah have mercy on us. Ameen

So after the infant update TS4 hasn't worked right, for example menu graphics are all off in CAS, one time it didn't show eyes colours etc. Those are okay-ish? it doesn't affect the gameplay that much.
Until now. I finished my sim in cas and started playing. Now for some hecking readon it won't let my sim to woohoo. Yes, the option is there. Yes, the Sim is about to interact with another Sim. Then it just resets both of the Sims. The same happens on convo and bed selection, and their relationship is 100% in löve, so it's now about that.
I just removed my Mods/CCs folder temponary and repaired TS4 via EA gaming. I moved the folder back into the game files. There is a mods folder already. And yes, I checked it is the correct game folder.
The CCs aren't showing on CAS and/or Build and Buy mode. And yes, the mods/CC are enabled.
I deleted all of my scripted mods due to the infant update, bc they can break the game. So the issue is not in thatI had same issues when High School update was released. I did the same thing and it worked straight away. Now it won't work at all.
The bed had so much space around it that you can fit 2-3 more beds into the room the problem is with the coding?? script?? like, it won't even begin the whispering, it resets the sims completely.
I played TS4 yesterday and I used CCs and script mods on CAS normally with buggy icons and all. Before repairing TS4, I removed Mods folder and downloaded it back. I deleted the script mods completely due they usually break the game.
When I testplayed after repairing the game and reinstalling the mods, the mods won't show up at all in the game. Not in CAS, not in Gameplay, not in BnB. They are enabled, but won't show up in the Settings and Mod List.
TLDR: Mods/ccs are not working after the infant update, removed the mods to repair the game, added them back and now game doesn't recognize the mods/ccs.

Planning on signing a lease at ICON or Society 145 for a 2 bedroom 1 bath place, either the Bond or Berkley Suite. Looking for a sublet for the summer term, May 2023 - August 2023, before signing the lease. Rent for the summer would be around $1000 per person, including utilities, willing to discuss pricing more. Lots of amenities, such as a gym, study rooms, and a movie theatre.

I just beat Ridley in Super Metroid and I had to look up a guide to figure out that there's a hidden passageway to continue the game that the X-Ray Visor didn't reveal. Why is this a thing? I wouldn't have known this otherwise.
Not trying to knock the game, but wouldn't you want people to know where to go next by revealing the passageway to the room with the X-Ray Visor? Weird decision by the developers, otherwise a good game.
Is Fusion the same with things like this? I plan to tackle that next. The Samus Returns remake was more clear. I like to figure things or puzzles out on my own, but THIS is kinda...silly?

This is the beginning chapter of a long, space-opera sci-fi writing project I have been working on for several months now. I’m currently almost 60k words into it at the time of writing, and am planning on publishing it in full as a novel when I’m done, but I haven’t really shared it with anyone outside my immediate family and a couple friends.
…Normally, I’d post this type of thing on HFY, but in all honesty it doesn’t really paint humans in a very good light most of the time and focuses on the other species involved a for a majority of the time, so it wouldn’t really fit there.
Additionally, while the HASO-ness isn’t too obvious for a few chapters, I promise, we will get there in time.
I don’t know how often I’ll be uploading these, especially given that I’m still not done with it, and have little free time to spend on writing these days; all the same, you can expect plenty of entries over the next few weeks.
In the meantime, feel free to leave your thoughts, any constructive criticisms, etc in the comments. And as always, I hope you enjoy :)
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CHAPTER 1

Her arm hurt.
She was so, so tired...
Her arm hurt.
She was numb to the cold at this point, but kept shivering anyway.
Her arm hurt.
The only thing close to heat that she felt was the inflammation that was serving to add more throbbing pain to her arm.
…Which hurt, in case that wasn’t clear.
She turned her head to look at it, wincing from the pain the movement caused. It was ugly to behold, with a ragged stab wound in the muscles of her forearm near the elbow that was still slowly trickling blood, but that wasn’t even the worst part of it. She knew from experience that the needle-sharp pain she felt with every slight movement meant that some bone in there- probably the radius or ulna- was also either hairline-fractured or broken entirely.
…And just in case you weren’t aware, fun fact:
It hurt.
A lot.
The pain was only exacerbated by the swollen tissues and irritation around the stab wound that she knew meant it was definitely infected- with what, she could only guess. Whatever it was, she could feel the fever it was causing having a desperate tug-of-war with the cold autumn air to determine her body temperature.
When she couldn’t stand to look at it any longer, she leaned her head back, resting it against the dew-filled grass of the ditch she was lying in and looking up at the star-filled night sky that was slowly lightening to that hue of dark indigo that meant dawn was close, but not quite there.
She used to think the stars were beautiful. But as she lay there, the dreadful memories of what had led to this moment playing over and over in her head… Suffice to say, nothing in this world or outside of it seemed beautiful anymore.
She put the aesthetics of the sky aside and instead struggled to focus her thoughts through the haze of fatigue and pain.
Dawn approaching… That has to mean I’ve been laying here… Jeez, it must be almost an entire day at this point. …I think. It hasn’t been multiple days, surely… Or maybe it’s been-
…Oh, to hell with it. I don’t even care at this point…
She was too tired to sleep, but in too much pain to move. Her brain was fogged from fatigue, and even more so from the constant screaming coming from her nerve endings, desperately trying to let her know that yes, something was very wrong with her arm, she got it, thanks for the message, you can stop now-
…But mostly, the fog stemmed from that draining emotional and mental exhaustion that came with periods of grief. A single tear ran down her face from her already overworked tear ducts, nearly reaching the bruises on her neck before it was wiped away by the shaky fingers of her good arm.
The sky would be there for her to look at later. She needed to try (yet again) to rest, just one more time.
“You know what they say,” she murmured to herself. “76th time’s the charm.”
Delirious with exhaustion and the fever as she was, she couldn’t help herself from chuckling at the thought. Her eyes, bloodshot and burning from the strain she had endured, lazily looked around at what few constellations she could recognize for one last time, and spotted the pattern of Orion in the night sky.
Hey big O, close the door on your way out, eh? I’m gonna try and take a snooze.
She snorted, wincing as she did.
…Finding my own jokes funny. Jesus, I am delirious…
She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, willing herself to please, please just go to sleep already, because sleep meant being unconscious, and being unconscious meant she could ignore the pain from her arm for a while. And to her surprise, she finally started drifting off. Her breath slowed, the fog visible in the cold air in front of her mouth coming less and less often as she drifted closer to the edge of unconsciousness.
As a result, she barely even heard the soft humming noise approaching, and almost didn’t feel herself being gently, almost imperceptibly lifted off the ground. When she noticed it, what parts of her mind that were still semi-conscious brushed it off as either a dream or hallucination, and slipped behind the wall of sleep…
…For all of two minutes. She wasn’t getting off that easy.
She was jolted awake by a sudden feeling of what could only be described as compression across her whole body, though “compression” hardly did it justice; It was as though she were being squeezed through a drinking straw. …Yet before she could react, the feeling was over.
Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a dimly-lit room, alive with that same strange humming noise from before. She crinkled her nose at the smell that assailed her nostrils. It was strange, like a combination of various industrial cleaners, engine grease, and ozone. She rubbed her eyelids before she groggily looked around, confused. Where was she? She turned her head and saw a very strange-looking machine that was seemingly floating in midair. She craned her neck, looking past it, and her eyes widened at what she saw glowing through a small, circular viewing window in the nearby wall.
Was that- …Earth?
She slowly, gingerly sat up, wincing from the protests her arm gave at her daring to do such a thing. It took everything in her, but she slowly dragged herself closer to the window, peering out at the planet slowly circling in the void below her. There was no doubt about it, that was Earth. She recognized North and South America, Greenland, even a portion of the northern Arctic. She could even see all the wildfires burning as a result of-
…Well, everything collectively hitting the fan in the past week.
Tilting her head, she could see the exterior of the… building? Satellite? Space station? …Whatever it was she was apparently on, that was outside the window. Gun-metal gray and covered in strange symbols in a language she didn’t recognize, it was unlike anything she’d seen before- and it wasn’t alone.
She saw several other similar… things, floating nearby. They ranged in size from the relatively small, around the size of a house, to absolutely massive ones that she estimated must be miles across. She shook her head in disbelief and laid her head back down on the cold metal floor.
Ok, scratch that, she was obviously still asleep; after all, this had to be the weirdest dream she’d ever had…
Suddenly, a scraping, screeching noise rang through the room, startling her. She looked around and saw a tall, lanky, shadowy figure entering the room they were in as it finished sliding open the metal door that was the source of the noise. Without warning, the room was aglow with a bright light from overhead, causing her to wince and close her eyes. She rubbed her eyelids again, trying to ignore the irritation the action caused, and looked back at the figure, eyes widening as they adjusted to the light- and then even wider, as she froze in place with a gasp at what she saw.
The… creature standing over her was like some horrific combination of a reptile and insect. Its frame was slim and bipedal, with limbs proportioned far longer than any normal human. It towered over her, easily seven feet tall or more. Its head was like that of a praying mantis minus the antennae, with three chameleon-like eyes. The first eye was symmetrically centered in the forehead, the other the two mirrored on the sides of its head where the temples on a human head would be, and all three were very intently focused on her. On its face was a glowing, bioluminescent set of growths all down the front, forming a v-shaped, curving pattern that almost looked like a deranged smile, but its real mouth hid behind a pair of razor-sharp mandibles on its jawline that clicked together a few times as she watched.
Its hide was dark gray and shiny, almost metallic, somewhere between reptilian scales and an insectoid carapace, and generally looked like it would be at home in an H.R. Giger painting. The bioluminescent growths on its face continued down to its torso in three vertical, parallel lines, growing larger as they went further down. Each gangly arm ended in four chitin-covered fingers, tipped with razor-sharp claws.
The only thing even remotely resembling clothing it was wearing was something that looked like a long skirt or kilt, which would probably almost look funny if it weren’t for the fact that the material it was made of almost looked like human skin. From what she saw of the legs underneath it, they were digitrade and almost like those of a bird, with three toes in front and one facing backwards, all with very long claws on them, but no feathers could be seen- just more of that sickly-gray chitinous carapace.
It stood there for a second, silently watching her as she sat there trembling, now more from fear than cold or fever, before all its glowing growths suddenly began to gleam blood-red, and it reached out towards her with one of its clawed arms whilst making a terrifying noise- like the hiss of a cat mixed with the warning signal of a rattlesnake.
Her adrenaline spiked, and the various subdivisions of her brain responsible for survival instincts went into overdrive.
Each presented their findings for peer review: THING. BIG. DEADLY. SCARY.
They rapidly formed a committee and held a brief conference as to the good and proper response to this interesting new development. The vote was both swift and unanimous:
RUN.
The adrenaline surge gave her the endurance she needed to ignore the pain and scramble backwards before finally getting enough traction on the metal floor to get to her feet, turn, and run screaming through the opposite doorway, getting away from the monster as fast as she could.
Y’ggdrasog flinched at the sudden movement of the human scrambling awkwardly to her feet with the help of her unbroken arm before sprinting away from him whilst emitting a high-pitched noise he was unfamiliar with, presumably of distress. For a moment, he just stood there, puzzled. What was she doing, and why? All he had done was say “Hello.” Then he remembered himself, and figured he should probably resolve the situation before she bumbled her way out of the airlock or something. He called after her:
<”Wait- please, stop! I mean you no harm! …Why in the name of the spirits above are you running away from-”>
His eyes widened, his bioluminescence rapidly shifting to a bright white as he realized.

He tapped the side of his head to bring up his cranial implant’s heads-up-display interface and quickly went through a few drop-down menus. Finally finding the setting he was looking for, he turned the software back on and then started to run after her. He shook his head as he went, irritated at himself as his bioluminescence changed to an annoyed green to match.

He let out a frustrated sigh and just kept following the loud, high-pitched noises, wincing as he did so.
His ears hurt.

I will say I was not wearing any clothing, but I feel he took advantage of me. He and another man were restraining me because I was having an manic episode, This man was rubbing and pressing his stomach up against my bottom and private area, He rubbed his arm against my chest, and he was fondling my chest. The other guy in the room said and did nothing. He saw what the other guy was doing. He just stared at my body the whole time and smiled. After I got covered up, he stared in my face trying his hardest to make me feel uncomfortable and scared. Both of those men could have covered me up but they left me exposed on purpose