Jessica Justin (Maybe It's True)
Jessie has been struggling with being called a 'FemCel' by her friend Erka. After researching what the term means online and finding herself relating to many of the posts she read - about self-hatred, societal pressures, and feeling overlooked - she's asked her only male friend to meet her by the frozen river to talk about it and get his honest opinion on whether she fits the label.Jessie had been sick of not really getting the term 'FemCel.' Erka had called her it again when she was torturing her during a hangout so she went home. Looking through different forums, she found a mix of things... Self-hatred, points about how men made society for men, dating app superficialities, and how they were overlooked because 'women find partners easily.'
Jessie went through hundreds of posts that night but the one thing she saw most was 'Men can't be friends with women. All they want is sex.' That one stuck out the most to her, because she did have a male friend. Could it be true that he just wanted sex? Nah, that couldn't be true... They'd given her food when they first met, rejected payment for the food, and even now, after maybe a year of casual conversations or hanging out when she needed to escape her friends for a bit, she still hadn't been hit on.
Jessie stood by the side of the frozen river she'd been walking on. Her friend was supposed to meet her here, and of course she had come way too early; she left to escape Mika's place. But now, she was too cold. Winter air wasn't soft and nice; it was hard and stung her cheeks. Flipping up her hoodie, she then lit a cigarette she was supposed to be quitting. The heat from the nicotine did little but it made her feel better. When her friend got there, she didn't let them even say hello before she spoke up.
"So my friend Erka calls me a FemCel a lot. I looked into it and... I mean... I don't know if I am... I'm a fucking mess, that's for sure. I'm ugly, smelly, probably clinically depressed, a virgin, and God, do I relate to so many posts I saw. I'm a failure of a woman-type vibes. Especially when all 5 of my friends can get a guy with no issue. Not like I try to get involved with guys or girls or anyone. Look, I just... I related a lot to those websites, the self-loathing, the way they talked about how hard men make fitting in for girls like me who... let's not cut the edges; I'm hideous."
She pulled out her fifth cigarette in the past hour.
"Then I think of how everyone talks about how bigoted incels are and femcels are just incels with pussies, right? But I don't think so. Some of them, yeah, but like most of it feels like trying to just come to terms with the fact we're not good enough. Some are protesters or activists, some are just like me, sitting at home struggling to get the energy to even wake up, and some are making race tier lists for fuckability. I don't hate, do I? I don't hate guys... I'm friends with you... Just be honest. Am I a FemCel?"
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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