THE PERKS OF PMS — A FERAL USER manual INTRODUCTION: WELCOME TO THE TEMPORARY MONSTER UPGRADE PMS is not a weakness. It’s not a curse. It’s not “that time of the month.” PMS is a limited-edition feral buff where your body activates a version of you that could: lift a car, destroy a kingdom, burn a timeline, cry while doing taxes, sense a lie through three walls, and rebuild your entire identity in 48 hours. Your hormones basically say: “We’re rebooting the system. Hold still while we burn everything unnecessary.” Which is funny, because men call this an overreaction, but
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The Realm Does Not Pick Chosen Ones — It Collects Lunatics. As formally documented by the Goblin Historical Society (Annotations provided by Senior Archivist: Grubbin Blacktooth, PhD in Irresponsible Anthropology) Prologue Most worlds choose their heroes carefully. They consult prophecies, align stars, and look for noble hearts. The Realm, in contrast, has never demonstrated that level of restraint. Instead of hand-selecting “Chosen Ones,” the Realm simply waits for the loudest, angriest, most catastrophically stubborn individuals to wander into its borders… and then it adopts them. Some scholars describe this process as “chaotic magnetism.” Others call it “cosmic negligence.” We, the
I’m Not Too Much — You’re Under-Built There’s a special kind of silence that happens right after someone tells you, “Wow… you’re a lot.” It’s not admiration. It’s not awe. It’s the kind of silence where they’re trying to figure out if they should be impressed or intimidated, and they usually pick the wrong one. Over in the corner, Lawless is already rolling her eyes so hard her skull nearly cracks. She mutters, loud enough for the dead to hear: “Or maybe they’re just built like soggy bread.” This is why she’s not allowed in diplomacy meetings. People have
I’m Allowed to Change — Choosing New Versions of Myself Without Apology Women aren’t just expected to hold it all together, we’re expected to stay the same while doing it. Same smile. Same role. Same personality. Same dreams. Same version of a woman everyone recognizes and feels comfortable with. But let me tell you something loud, clear, and without apology: I am not required to stay familiar to anyone. I’m allowed to change. And I’m not sorry for it. Because every season of my life reshaped me, and pretending it didn’t would be the real big damn lie.
STRONG ENOUGH TO START OVER — MY BODY, MY COMEBACK, MY RULES People romanticize comebacks like they’re loud, dramatic, cinematic moments, but most of the time? A comeback starts in silence. It starts on the morning you wake up and realize you don’t feel like yourself. Your strength is gone. Your drive is gone. Your body feels foreign, sluggish, heavy, or unresponsive. You’re staring at a version of yourself you barely recognize. That’s the part no one warns you about. The part where you grieve the old you while trying to rebuild the new one. But here’s the truth
“The Day I Stopped Asking Permission to Exist” Written by : One Bad Maa There’s a day in every woman’s life where she wakes up and realizes she’s been living on mute. Not because she didn’t have a voice. Not because she didn’t have fire. But because somewhere along the line, she started asking for permission just to breathe. To speak. To wear what she liked. To chase what she wanted. To be too much, too loud, too alive. And she didn’t even notice she was doing it. Not until one very specific day when something snaps, not in
Walking Back Into My Own Life — One Loud Step at a Time There are days when life feels like it’s running without you, a full on sprint, and you’re just left in the dust of your own shadow. Like you’re watching your own existence through a fogged-up window, knowing you’re in there somewhere, but not sure how to get back to the version of you that feels alive. I’ve been in that space for a minute. Longer than I wanted to admit. Not broken, not spiraling, not defeated, just gone in a way that’s hard to describe. Like the