#physiological

[stepghost]

[rosie-moon]

The Gender of Mona Lisa (性別「モナリザ」の君へ。)

[bee-urs]

The Rain Woman

Original short story

Horror, Psychological Thriller, Obsessive Love, yandere.

Rated R 🔞

Word count : 4640

This story follows the peak climax of our main character Pierce who happened to get too attached to a little baker who’s already been through so much.

You subjected to the man who’s brain is in putty thanks to you, little baker.

[please forgive typos! I’m so sorry! Enjoy!]

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Work. Walk home. Feed the stray cats. Eat. Sleep.

It’s always the same with you. I loved that.

I loved how predictable you could be. It's so cute how you write every little thing you do in your planner.

Your gold-spiraled, red-covered daily binder.

I remember when it fell out of your bag and you chipped the side.

It’s a good thing I was there to hand it back to you.

It’s also a good thing I follow you home and make sure you’re safe.

“It’s 9:00 PM.” I lowly whispered as I brought my watch up to my face.

It’s time for you to walk home from that cute little bakery you own. It’s been in the family for 23 years. That’s your entire life.

Ever since your parents went for a swim in the saltwater lakes of our city, you and your brother have had to take over the hardship of owning a fairly popular bakery.

Well— I should say that’s how it was.

He was murdered in his sleep and thrown in the lake with your parents.

I hope you get answers one day. I hope that investigator you hired figures out whatever happened to your missing family.

“It’s 9:05 PM. You’re running late.” I narrated to myself as a leaned against the flickering lamppost in the distance.

My hot breath against the cold raining atmosphere fogged up my glasses. The rain is so loud when it’s hitting the top of my Fedora and sliding off of my trench coat.

You know you shouldn’t leave me alone with my thoughts for too long my love. You’re testing me.

“Finally.” A grin crept up on my face as I watched you fiddle with the store lock and descended on your journey home.

I don’t know why you bothered to bring that umbrella. It’s not like you use it.

It’s funny really. How you love the rain and how I hate it.

I’ll make an exception for you.

Forget about the rain. I want to watch you feed those kittens. It’s cute. You’re so pure and beautiful. Looking at you takes the weight of this cold world off of my chest.

So fragile, so beautiful. Like a doll.

“Pierce?” An angelic voice called out.

Shit. Fuck.

I was so engulfed in your beauty—I was too busy fantasizing about you and that soft plush skin. That I didn’t realize I was right up on you.

I was 5 feet away.

“I didn’t notice you! I’m so sorry! I was lost in my head until I saw your shadow.” You beamed up in the rain while pointing to the overhead street lamp.

Damn lamp.

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t know how to get your attention. I’m sorry.” I huffed out as I ruffled that wet little rainy head of yours.

I’m sure it’s just because I’m tall and towering over you but—you’re so short.

“You should really use your umbrella you know. I don’t want you catching a cold.” A warm smile was attempted to spread across my face.

The way you throw your head back to laugh is so fucking cute.

Your voice is mesmerizing. God, I wonder if your moans sound the same.

“You psychic? How’d ya know?” You shuffled around in that large, cluttered bag.

Did I ever tell you how I loved the way you talked sometimes? It’s clear you’re not from this state.

You dug around and there it was. That small Red umbrella—that I shouldn’t have known was there yet.

Damn it, Pierce, you’re nervous.

“Well, what psycho doesn’t carry an umbrella, when it’s raining.” I gave a close-eyed laugh while shoving my hands into my coat.

I’m not about to blow my cover, doll.

“You’re not, Detective Pierce.” You clearly stated with a glare.

I hate when you call me that.

“Just Pierce is fine.” I corrected.

“Detective, I’m glad I ran into you. Have you found any updates about my parents or brother? It’s been a year now.” A frown polluted that beautiful face.

Why do you keep calling me Detective?

“Detective?”

I’m starting to think you enjoy pissing me off. You keep distancing yourself when you speak, type, or write to me. Do I make you uncomfortable?

“Detective.”

You’re not very kind to me either. The first day I decided to pick up your case I gave you hope. I told you they were alive. I fed you bread crumbs.

I comforted you at home. I brought you food. I called you every week to make sure your ok and then after a month you stopped returning my calls and e-mails.

You don’t even open the door anymore.

Bitch.

“Detective Pierce!” You shouted causing me to flinch.

Did you just yell at me? I’ve never seen you so mad.

Those frowned brows and puffed-up cheeks are telling me that I must have offended you.

We’re you talking to me? I was too busy splitting my head in two because you cut communication with me.

“I’m sorry I was lost in thought.” That was all I could mutter. To be honest I’m still trying to find the right words to say to keep you talking to me.

Today I’m going to make my move to further my relationship with you.

I have my ultimate trump card.

“There’s no way to easily say this but— I believe they were murdered.” I didn’t even get out my sentence before you fell to your knees on that dirty pavement. My love, please get up.

“But—but you said they were alive!” That angelic voice croaked and cried.

You threw your hands up to your face. Did you not want to see me?

I’ll stoop down to your level on one knee. Don’t hide from me.

“I know. We’re dealing with a talented murderer. I have reason to believe that it was a murder. But the more important news is that…” I had to trail off. I had to get you on edge so you’d look at me. I want your full undivided attention while I break you.

Like clockwork, your face flew up from those small hands.

That red, sobbing face was now in my full view.

Even in the rain, your Irises shine. Let me wipe the tears away from those gorgeous eyes.

“The killer is after you I believe. I’ve gathered enough evidence to decree that without a doubt you have a stalker as well.” The more I spoke the more of a horrific expression plastered that pretty little face.

“Is—is that why you’ve been following me?”

What?

The fuck did you just say?

you know? You knew I was following you? You knew I watched you?

I won’t lose face yet. This case is still recoverable.

By the end of the night, I will be in your fucking bed.

“Ah— apologies. I wanted to keep it discreet and make sure you weren’t going to be in immediate danger. After I had enough of a case I was going to present it to you.” I covered that shit up. I’m good at what I do I won't let myself get too sloppy.

I want you. Just standing this close to you is enough to make me crack.

I’m aching just standing here. I want you.

“To be honest I noticed you for a while. I thought maybe you were starting to think something crazy— like I caused them to go missing. Like how they do on TV and stuff.“ you were fiddling with your sleeves again. You were crying but now you’re trying to recover. You must hate breaking down in front of others.

I tried not to laugh.

I’m one of the city's best detectives and you don’t think I would have weeded your ass out by now?

As soft and plump as it is…

It couldn’t be you.

You can’t be the killer. Because I’m the killer.

“No. Is that why you cut contact with me?” I asked that question a little too forward. I caught you off guard. I can tell.

You clutched your bag and stared down at your feet. You even hung your head low.

Doll, are you ashamed? You should be.

I’m your lifeline and you’d cut me off? I thought about ways to punish you.

“I-I’m sorry Pierce. I was just in a dark place. I thought you’d given up on my case. I felt like the case was going cold.” You were stammering. Your voice even cracked in your sentences.

Here’s where I initiate my plan.

“Please let me walk you home. With everything that’s going on I really want to get you home safe.” I practically forced that question on you but—who cares. I’m getting excited.

“O-ok! I don’t live far.” You smiled.

You smiled. At me.

All of my excitement is starting to brim. But since I have to maintain my indifferent professional face it’s being redirected.

Straight to my pants. God, I hate how you do that.

You’ve got to be a witch—a naughty one. My little succubus.

I was growing in my pants before but when you reached for my hands and interlocked fingers with me I started leaking.

Fuck.

If I get any close to you. I'm going to cream my pants till I’m dehydrated.

“Detective?” Your airy voice Carried around in my head.

“I'm sorry I was just thinking about something.” I covered.

“You looked so concentrated—haha you're cute when your brows frown.” You noted my fixated brows.

If only you knew what I was thinking about.

I guess I was so focused because I didn’t even know we were walking.

When did we get to your house?

“Well this is my home but— I- I have a favor.” You looked everywhere but my eyes.

I’m staring holes in you, doll. Look at me. Please.

“Would you mind staying the night here?—“

“I— know! I know it’s not a usual request—but I’m just so scared.” Your warm face buried into my torso.

Fuck. I wanted to whine so bad.

Do you like when men whine? Do you like being on top?

“I'd be delighted to,” I replied a little too quick. I couldn’t let you re-think.

After opening the door to your comfortable home. You frantically tried to clean up the empty cups on the living room table.

How cute. It’s ok doll I love seeing you in your element.

It was a beautiful home but compared to me it was a bit small. I’m taking up a lot more space than I thought I would at this height.

“Well— I should get ready for bed. In the meantime. The living room is all yours! Thank you so much for being here.” You were blushing when you said that.

“I have my journal so I’ll just continue working on some cases.” I reassured as I walked to the couch and took out my hardcover book.

With a reassuring nod, you left me.

I was about to fantasize about those soap suds all over that soft body and that coconut shampoo you use.

But something was off.

Out of your daily Schedule of:

Work. Walk home. Feed the stray cats. Eat. Sleep.

You didn’t Feed the stray cats on the way here nor did you eat.

You’ve been breaking the schedule a lot lately.

This was the 3rd day you were late closing the store.

The first day you’ve ever avoided feeding the cats.

And your 5th day with an irregular eating pattern.

You’re cracking.

You’re not doing a usual routine. You’ve changed.

Maybe the weight of your family disappearing and being all alone is causing you to fall into a depressive state.

Perfect.

Fucking perfect.

I’m going to take advantage of that.

I was deep in thought until I heard you soft little shuffling back to the living room.

I picked up my book to look busy.

“P-pierce?” You stammered my name.

God, I'm trying so hard not to groan.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure.”

I know what you’re going to ask me for baby.

Say it. Please say it.

With the guilt of me confronting you for ceasing contact with me, your depression, the scare of your parents being murdered and you being stalked—you’re going to ask me to sleep with you.

God the heavens are shining down on me.

I come from a long line of Buddhists. Fun facts I’ll tell you about me the morning after.

“Well— your definitely bigger than the couch— and um—”

Go on, spit it out.

“Y-you can share my bed.” You were practically a tomato you know.

“I can?” My smart-ass mouth rubbed it in.

“Y-you don’t have to! I don’t know why I said that I’m sorry!” You rambling practically pulling your hair in embarrassment.

Enough teasing let me seal this up quick.

“Listen. I’d love to keep you company. Anything I can do to make you comfortable is my mission.” I Cooley stated as I took off my coat, blazer, and shoes.

How rude of me I should have done it sooner. I’m not going to lie I wanted you to yell at me though.

Excitement brimmed more and more as we neared that door.

Going through it was enough to make me croak.

I’m so close.

The whole ordeal was silent as we both got into the bed.

You took the right like you always do, and I took the left. The spot I had dreamed about laying in.

On the off days I took from watching you I was in this very spot.

But now I’m in it with you.

A tear slid down my face. God, I’m so happy.

I get to sleep in this bed with a real-life goddess. I practically finished my mission. I closed my best case.

Case closed by investigator, Pierce Choi.

Time to claim my reward. I’m going to take advantage of this.

I sniffled.

Then sniffled again.

“Pierce are you ok?” In seconds you reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.

“I’m so sorry. I just wish I could have done better for you.” I acted out as another faux tear traveled down my cheek.

“You’ve done so much for me already! Thank you.” You attempted to cheer me up by rolling over in the bed to hug me.

And my god did you cheer me up.

I embraced you.

I wrapped my strong arms around that thin waist.

I was practically crushing you.

Then it happened. You leaned back inches from my face.

Time to seal it.

“You’re so— beautiful.” I paused and breathed out.

“I— I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I dramatically shot up, sitting you up with me.

You’re too desperate for protection and the company to reject me.

“It’s ok! I—I liked it when you said that.” You blushed in the softly shaded room.

Slowly bringing a hand up to your cheek. I cupped it and leaned in.

“May I?” I breathed heat on those plump little lips.

You must be pent up you naughty thing. You didn’t even let me finish before you pushed those lips onto mine.

God, you’re so sweet.

You taste like candy.

I could cream in those puffs right now little baker.

I was so hungry I laid back into our kiss as I pushed your face down on mine.

You were on top of me just like In the dreams I had of us.

I know you need to breathe but could you hold on a little longer?

I guess not.

You cupped those soft little hands on my face and gently pushed me down.

“I-I want it. I want you.” Those words danced off that tasty tongue and into my ears.

I’m not even going to reply to that silly. Was it not clear that I already want you?

Without hesitation, I swapped our places so I could be on top.

I know what I said before. But fuck I’m so hungry I can’t help myself.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” I whispered into those cute ears while landing a kiss on those lips.

Shredding those clothes into pieces I had you naked in 10 seconds flat.

Where do I start first? God, I wish I had more hands.

After hesitating I dived straight for those breasts.

Sucking on that soft, squishy flesh while massaging the other is practically edging me.

I could feel all that shameless grinding you were doing on my cock. It was driving me wild.

I was groaning through me sucking this blessed chest. I know you could feel my vocal cords vibrating.

Your legs were already crossed on my body but I’m not even inside you yet.

You want me. And that’s driving me insane.

I’m breeding you.

You. Are. Mine.

“Take my shirt off. Please.” I whined desperately.

On command, you ripped my button-up off. I don’t know how you managed to—but you popped the buttons off and they went flying across the room.

We were both shocked. But now I know that you definitely like to hear me whine.

“I’m—hng~ I'm sorry!” You were moaning through the grinding.

For a long time, I wondered if your moans were as sweet as your pastries.

They were.

Those sweet vocals were feeling up the room and all I was doing was grinding on you and kneading the soft dough on your chest.

Time to step it up I want to hear more.

How could you handle two fingers?

Wanted to find out I trailed kisses down your sweet body. I started with those soft lips and neck then down to my favorite spot, your chest. Then from there down that firm build, lingering at your thighs.

I nibbled and sucked those inner thighs so hard I had you arching that surprisingly flexible back.

Here’s where I drive you crazy.

I looked up from between those gorgeous legs into those beautiful tear-filled eyes.

And slowly, without breaking eye contact. I brought my lips to the ones between your legs and gave them a sloppy kiss.

I wanted to watch you wreather in pleasure.

“Nhg~ Pierce please!” You pleaded to attempt breaking my gaze.

“Look at me doll. Watch me.” I breathed against those pretty little lips causing me to finally meet those beautiful eyes again.

So obedient.

“Good girl.” Two simple words had you oozing out on my chin.

Not being able to stop me I ravaged the soaking, aching hole in front of me.

God you were so wet, who knew I had this power over you.

I did.

I dragged my tongue all across that pussy.

Up, down, up, left, right. I hand to hold on to your thighs so I didn’t shove my head inside of you. I pushed my tongue in as far as it could go while I sucked up whatever I could.

Just when I felt you clenching down I swapped my tongue out for two fingers and plunged them as deep as I could trying to open and stretch them inside of the tight hole.

I knew I was hitting the right places with all of that bouncing you were doing.

I altered between my fingers and my tongue seamlessly. But you seem to prefer it when I eat you out. Cute.

Grinding against my face and practically ripping my hair out you endlessly moaned my name.

“Pierce! Oh my god! Please!” You squeaked out wrapping your thighs around my head.

Fuck. You're crushing my skull in but it feels so good.

Just in the moment alone, I came in my pants.

If it was quiet enough I’m sure you could hear my cock squishing and making sounds in my pants as desperately humped the bed while eating you out.

God my legs were trembling but I’m not going to be satisfied until I breed you.

“Baby I can't hold back anymore— please I need to feel you,” I grunted and groaned as I pried my head from your beautiful aching pussy that was oozing all of the bed with the juices mixed in my saliva.

Desperately pulling me by my hair up to your face, I barely had time to react as you shoved your tongue down my throat.

Stealing the juices I worked so hard to swallow. Why couldn’t you share with me? Selfish.

I whined as you swallowed all of the contents that lingered in my mouth.

“I-I’m ready.” You stammered out after pulling yourself away from my lips.

Looking down your hands shot straight for my belt.

My god, you were going to do it for me?

I love you. You know what you want.

Fiddling with my pants zipper before you belt you struggled to get it down.

But when you finally were able to get it down an inch my body had other plans.

“Hng!~” letting out a whorish from grunt from my throat my cock came flying out of my waistband and pushed my belt and zipper open.

When I said I was bursting at the seams I meant it.

“Fuck.” I huffed out as I lifted my head to see that angelic face again.

But you looked so scared. Through this whole ordeal, I don’t think I’ve seen you so red.

“I’m- I'm sorry.” I huffed out, weakly hovering over that small frame.

“It’s so big?“ you indirectly stroke my ego.

With a mind of its own, it jumped and throbbed causing me to whimper.

I’m desperate.

“Fuck. I-I’ll go slow. I promise. Please.” I shakily breathed in your ear.

The hesitant cry leaving your lips isn’t enough.

Say it.

“P-please. Ah~ I can’t stay like this it- it hurts!” I whimpered in your ear.

Shameless grinding against your pussy I slid my pants down as far as I could.

“A-alright—Just go slow.” You barely whispered out.

That’s all I needed.

I practically rushed to get the tip in causing it to slip out a few times.

Just the tip alone caused you to squeeze down.

“Baby~ hng!” I moaned out like a needy whore.

I came so easy. Just one squeeze and I already filled up the entrance causing some to come out.

“I’m sorry. I got too excited.” I’m shamelessly shaking out. But before you could ask I already showed I could keep going but pushing in two more inches.

Every time you squeezed I practically came. You were going to be swollen by daybreak.

I pushed a little more. You squeezed and cried.

Four inches in.

I pushed more. You dug your nails into my back.

You must want me to wear you out. We’re in six inches now.

I pushed more and I could feel your walls collapsing on me. You wrapped your legs around my hips.

Uh oh.

I don’t think you intended to but you forced your legs down causing my hips to buckle and push the rest of the three inches in.

I instantly came. Again.

“Pierce!” You cried at the top of your lungs while burring your face into my chest. I could tell you wanted to be in the crook of my neck but the height difference was throwing us off.

God, I love missionary.

Letting you take a minute or two to recover I slowly pulled out halfway causing your breath to hitch.

“ I love you,” I whispered. Maybe you heard me or maybe you didn’t but I felt you clench down so hard prompting my body to act on its own.

I slid back in and repeated the process as I was practically edging you by dragging all nine inches off my cock against the gummy walls.

It took at least seven minutes for you to get adjusted to the size but once you did, you made the mistake of rushing me.

“Pierce please! Stop teasing!” You cried as you playfully banged on my back.

Teasing? I was making love to you.

Fine. Now I’m going to dog walk you like a bitch.

Slamming into you, you barely choked out enough air to tell me to wait.

“Wai—“

“No.”

In. Out. In. Out.

I was slamming so hard I could basically feel your bones rattling.

I wasn’t done.

Picking up the speed I was slamming harder and faster as I kept knocking your head into the headboard.

I was punishing you. Roughing you up a little should be fine right? You’ll learn not to rush me next time.

The board was hitting the wall so hard and so fast that we made a little mark in the wall and caused a picture to fall over.

I’ll buy you more. I’ll get you anything you want. You only need me.

My hips kept buckling trying to keep up with the speed. I had to hold a hand on the wall just to support myself.

“Hng~ oh my god~ Pierce!” You cried and cried. But no one going to hear you.

The moans, cries, and screams only fed me more and more. I was so close.

“I’m cumming. I’m so close.” I barely got out loud enough. You were stealing all of my air by sucking it through my cock.

It was driving me crazy. It’s almost too much. Just like you feel I’m stretching you out and causing you pain. You’re doing the same to me.

It’s so tight your crushing me. God, it feels so good.

We won’t be able to walk tomorrow. That’s ok. That’s more time I can sleep with you.

“I’m close too. Pierce, please cum with me.” You cried out tightening your legs around me and leaving more claw marks in my back.

I’m going to be looking in the mirror all morning. I love the new tattoos your giving me.

Fuck. Fuck. It’s coming.

I've been cumming so much I don’t know if I’m shooting blanks or not.

“Hng~ Cumming!” We both shouted aloud as we cried out in pleasure.

I’m sure I put a hole in the wall with all our lovemaking.

It’s a good thing I’ve been replacing your contraceptives with fakes. You’re having my baby tonight.

That makes this so much sweeter.

We’ll have a family!

Hah~ I think I came a second time inside you.

Collapsing from exhaustion on top of you I could feel you shaking as I slowly humped the last little cum I had into you.

You milked it all out of me.

Slowly pulling out I lazily rolled your frame on top of me. Bringing your lips to mine.

“I love you.” I breathed into our kiss.

After all, I did to you I think you were too dazed to know what you were really saying.

“I love you too.” You shakily got out before passing out on top of me. Your hard head collided with mine but when it did you didn’t say anything.

You really passed out.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Finally. You’re all mine.” I cooed into your ear as I fluttered my eyes closed along with you.

I put you through so much. But it paid off.

I isolated you from your family and got rid of any possible obstacle in my way. The hill to get to you was steep.

But I did it.

Now that you’re mine we can start rebuilding what was torn down.

Our life together will be long and prosperous. I made sure of it.

We’ll have kids, I’ll get us a dog, I’ll buy us a home and move us into the mountains or in the plains.

What would you prefer?—the rainy plains will be best.

After all, you’re a rain type of woman.

[doctor-dream313]

the only way to answer the questions of the contemporary religious societies without having bias for anything but the truth, Is a thing of time and aligning the rules of the world played in their own and strict manner of language with a rudimentary sense that the world is not a problem or another matter of substantive issues needing human intelligence to make some sense and reason from. having all of this information is important for the argument of both parties the major examples for the existence of God may be seen as loosely arranging themselves around three basic ideas, 1,that of the world consisting in a hierarchy of beings with respect to intrinsic value second, of God as a primary creative cause, third that of the universe being manifestly orderly. But beyond the reason of God's existence being plain for inspection of the psychology of the hierarchy of things and the physiology inhibited in the Manifestated orderliness of our life structure simple experiments in our respects to the physiological analogies. The problem with the whole process is that it is a content of human interaction with the way its explained and what it means. The physiological analogies are of course human intelligence and critical thinking. not a reference to any kind of relavation not withstanding subjective errors in the area of operation and conclusions concerning the facts or lack thereof.

[silversoulsociety]

ホムンクルス : Homunculus by Yamamoto Hideo.

[ghostreviews]

Title: The Lovers in the Abyss

Author: Goromaru Emi

Status: Completed

Rating: 3.5/5

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The angst, the emotions, the physiological damage this series gave me. Was a lot (not really) I really loved this story and how the characters were going. The female lead jumps out of a window after being told by the male lead to go die. When he ask for forgiveness she ask for love. It’s what pulled me in, I wanted to know what brought her to that point and what would happen next.

Unfortunately the ending was really rushed due to it being axed, the author themselves ended continuing the series a bit longer on how they wanted it to end. Which I believe they have officially completed this work.

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

Hearing is a physiological phenomenon. Listening is a psychological act.

from The Responsibility of Forms by Roland Barthes

[witchygalaxys]

STORY IDEA!

OKAY! So this idea is like a romance isekai but with a twist.

The story follows a girl (Let's call her... Angel for now.) who was obsessed with romance. She played all sorts of dating sims and loved all romance manwha, webtoons, Shojo, etc....

Angel always dreamed of having romance for herself where she could be with some one who loved her and she loved in return but was always to afraid. At any sign of rejection she would gave up right away. One day she decides to change her life and go out on a blind date set up by one of her friends but as she is waiting to cross the street to get to her date.... some one pushes her into traffic.

SO! You probably are thinking yeah yeah basic isekai story but I'm not done!

Of course Angel wakes up into a world of one of her favorite harem animes as a side character. She loved the heroine in this anime and as much as she wanted romance for herself she didn't want to ruin the story but watch instead as a fan and then maybe love would happen for her.

But instead of the heroine she knew and loved she was some one else... a plain girl who looked nothing like the colorful pretty heroine who she knew and loved. This girls name was Jessica.

THIS! IS WHERE IT GETS WEIRD!

One of the reasons Angel loved this anime was because the original heroine tried her best not to lead any one on and made a choice in the end of who she would marry but Jessica.... although acted similar to the original character... she would lead every one on and ended up cheating on all of them with eachother.

Now Angel, who loved the original story and characters wanted to protect them. She tried to show them who Jessica really was but... it blew up in her face and she was killed for being the "Villianess" by her favorite character.

Now this is the twist.....

When she wakes up again.... Angel is reborn as some one else... this time in her favorite manga. Reborn as the sister of the heroine. It was a completely different world with different characters but the original heroine in this story is once again Jessica and not the original MC.

Angel shocked to once again be in a different world and body tried to figure stuff out... but this type of thing would happen over and over again.

Angel would be killed and come back but into another story as some one else. Jessica would always be in those worlds as the MC.

Every life Angel tried some thing different but would always be killed in the end. Angel would run far away to avoid Jessica but some how Jessica would always find her and be the cause of eaither her misery or death. On Angel's 2nd life she tried to avoid Jessica and live her own life trying to ignore the story. Later on Angel married some one who had nothing to do with the story or Jessica. Angel cut off all contact with Jessica despite being "sisters." In this life. Eventually Angel lived passed the ending of the original story but one day she came home and found her husband in bed with Jessica. Jessica acted like she didn't know that he was married and began to blame Angel.

Everything went down hill from there. Every one was on Jessica's side. Even Jessica's flavor of the month despite being cheated on was on Jessica's side including Angel's husband.

After a year of battling depression and losing everything in the divorce Angel was killed while being mugged.

Once again she was reborn in a new life and this trend would continue. Jessica was always there and always won. No matter how hard Angel tried to avoid Jessica.... Jessica always came back. Even in the lives from shounen jump series... Jessica always took the place of the MC. Imagine being reborn into one piece only to find out Luffy is now a random girl named Jessica.

And in every life Angel's life was met with ruin. No matter who she ended up falling in love with or who she became... they would always choose Jessica in the end. She tried being Jessica's friend and would still end up dying tragically. She has even been reborn as male love interests and would lose everything.

Angel is now on her 28th life and has lost all hope. She despises Jessica for good reason but no one sees it her way. If she told any one (and she has in some of her previous lives.) They eaither die or she gets killed shortly after being told.

Angel knows 8 things at this point

Jessica can't be killed - no matter what Jessica is always saved by eaither a love interest or some dumb miracle like a coin dropping at the right time and stopping a bullet.

Jessica appears to have no memory of past lives - Angel having tested this theory many times, it always appears that Jessica has no memory of past events or even who Angel is.

No matter where Angel goes Jessica some how follows - Even if Angel goes half way around the world the original story will change making it so Jessica will be where ever Angel is.

Every one falls in love with Jessica especially if Angel has a relationship with them. - Even if Angel sides and falls in love with the villian they will some how fall in love with Jessica and become part of her harem completely changing the original story.

Angel has a strong memory - With living so many lives Angel remembers every single details. She has learned many different languages and strategies making her a genius with each passing life. The only thing she can't remember clearly is her original life.

Angel is always reborn as a baby

Jessica always looks the same and even has the same name but she doesn't always act the same - Jessica will always have the qualities of the original MC but will always string people along

If Angel talks about her past lives who ever she tells will eaither be killed or she will be killed shortly after. Angel has tried to tell Jessica as a way to kill Jessica but than Angel was killed instead.

At this point Angel has given up hope and wants to find out a way to break this curse. She no longer wants love or romance. She just wants peace and to never see Jessica ever again. She will even take death over living another miserable life.

This is all I have so far but I thought it was a really good idea and I loved picturing all the animes and manga being mixed together. I have the premise but have no idea how to make Angel come ontop when she has lost so many times.

Who is Jessica? Why is she always there? Who originally killed Angel? Was it Jessica? 🤔

[imacelestialbeing]

Just had a "would make a great psychological thriller movie" type dream. paranoia guaranteed. Might also give a crisis. Would make a good book too tbh.

Lmao. I should get paid for this. That was prime entertainment. 100% awake for the day now.

Would highly recommend starting ur day thinking "wasnt this supposed to be a barbie movie?" Hearing a bang. The character in the not barbie movie thinking "he looked relieved" and then waking up and realizing you just dreamed up a masterpiece that will be forgotten in the next half hour.

[quirky-book-reads]

The Accident

The Accident by Daniel Hurst is an emotive character driven story that follows the grief, loss and guilt of different characters. #Thriller #Phychological

Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Phychological One moment. Three lives changed forever.Single mum Anni would do anything for her little boy, Tobi, he is the center of her world. So she is utterly devastated when Tobi is run over and killed by drunk driver, Carl.Anni hates Carl for what he’s done and takes some comfort from the lengthy prison sentence he is serving. But she can’t live on hate and after…

[stepghost]

[rosie-moon]

The Gender of Mona Lisa (性別「モナリザ」の君へ。)

[idigitizellp21]

The Silent Culprits: Sleep Problems With Physiological Causes And Their Impact On Mental Health

In the previous blog about sleep and mental health, we discussed the impact that sleep has on various facets of our mental health.

While we often associate sleep problems with lifestyle factors or stress, it’s essential to recognize that physiological causes can also play a significant role in disrupting our sleep patterns. In this blog, we will explore how various physiological factors can lead to sleep issues and, in turn, impact our mental health.

The Impact Sleep Has on Mental Health

Sleep Apnea: Sleep apnea is a common physiological sleep disorder characterized by interrupted breathing during sleep. It can result in fragmented sleep, leading to excessive daytime sleepiness and irritability. Over time, the cumulative effects of sleep apnea can contribute to mood disorders like depression and anxiety.

Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS): RLS is a neurological condition that causes an uncontrollable urge to move the legs, often accompanied by uncomfortable sensations. This condition can make it challenging to fall asleep and stay asleep, ultimately affecting mood and cognitive function due to sleep disruption.

Chronic Pain: Chronic pain conditions, such as arthritis or fibromyalgia, can make it difficult to find a comfortable sleeping position. This constant discomfort can lead to insomnia and contribute to conditions like depression and anxiety.

Neurological Disorders: Conditions like Parkinson’s disease and multiple sclerosis can disrupt sleep patterns due to motor symptoms and neuropathic pain. Poor sleep quality in these cases can exacerbate symptoms of the underlying neurological disorder and contribute to mental health issues.

Hormonal Imbalances: Hormonal changes, such as those that occur during menopause or with thyroid disorders, can affect sleep quality. Sleep disturbances caused by hormonal imbalances can contribute to mood swings, irritability, and cognitive impairment.

Medications: Certain medications, including some antidepressants, antipsychotics, and stimulants, can have side effects that disrupt sleep. Paradoxically, these medications, which are often prescribed to improve mental health, can lead to sleep problems that impact overall well-being.

Chronic Illness: Individuals with chronic illnesses like cancer, heart disease, or diabetes may experience sleep problems due to pain, discomfort, or treatment-related side effects. Poor sleep can worsen the emotional toll of living with a chronic condition.

Solutions and Coping Strategies:

It’s crucial to address the physiological causes of sleep problems and manage them effectively. Depending on the underlying issue, treatments may include medication, physical therapy, lifestyle changes, or adjusting the timing of medication to minimize sleep disruptions. Additionally, developing good sleep hygiene practices can help mitigate the impact on mental health.

Quick Overview:

Sleep problems with physiological causes can take a toll on mental health by disrupting sleep patterns, increasing stress, and contributing to mood disorders. Recognizing the connection between these factors is essential for finding effective solutions. If you’re experiencing sleep problems related to physiological causes, consult with a healthcare professional to develop a tailored treatment plan that addresses both your physical and mental well-being.

– Urveez Kakalia.

[rotenotes]

Marx's value

Roman Rozdolsky – The Making of Marx’s ‘Capital’. [RR-TMMC, 533-35] Ο Μαρξ ρωτά πώς μπορούμε να προσδιορίσουμε την εργασία ως ουσία της αξίας εάν, στην πραγματικότητα, κάθε συγκεκριμένη εργασία εξυπηρετεί διαφορετικό στόχο καιεκτελείται από διαφορετικά άτομα διαφορετικών ικανοτήτων, δεξιοτήτων κ.λπ.; Πωςμπορεί η άπειρη ποικιλία των διαφορετικών ειδών επαγγελματικών καιατομικών εργασιών να…

[violetwolfraven]

The funniest thing in the world to me is when people write mermaids that are bothered by humans eating fish. Like do you think fish don’t eat each other? The ocean is full of little freaks that will eat whatever or whoever the fuck will fit in their mouths. If the mermaids haven’t been eating fish this whole time what do you think they’ve been eating? If the answer is humans, that doesn’t make it any less funny. They’ll eat the species that looks like the top half of them but won’t eat a species that looks like the bottom half? Peak comedy.

[pearltailor]

I was more of a somniac. A somiphile. I'd always loved sleeping. It was one thing my mother and I had enjoyed doing together when I was a child. She was not the type to sit and watch me draw or read me books or play games or go for walks in the past or bake brownies. We got along best when we were asleep.