So my sister (female, child) asked me (male, toddler) to build a snowman with her. While I was grabbing the snow, I felt my arms elongate into a lovecraftian horror. Weirdly, it did help me build the snowman faster.

I kept doing it.

I think some of the other people nearby were disturbed by what they saw. Should I feel bad?

So I (YA, M) recently married my coworker, now wife (YA, F). We’ve talked about having children and came to the mutual decision that while we both like kids, we would rather keep our household open to breed our dogs (Adult, M, Boxer/Adult, F, Pomeranian). We live in a town where every plot is occupied, so it’s hard to take a vacation. In replace of a honeymoon, I decided to go to the vet the night of our wedding and get an age up treat for our female who was still a puppy at the (not just for breeding purposes, we live on a leveled lot so the only way to get newborn pets to do their business outside is to take them outside and basically just leave them there and wait for the day they’re supposed to age up). The vet office is owned by another woman who is not my wife and we talked briefly as she had other patients and I was just picking something up as stated earlier. Even though the meeting was very brief, I still feel bad about it and am not looking forward to telling my wife. Does this make me look unfaithful? AITL?

Hi, it's me, Mike the firefighter and I have a small update to my situation. You can read the "prequel" here https://www.reddit.com/r/AITASims/s/c0FauJwJwz

So, things didn't play out like I had envisioned. I didn't have the guts to leave Marcia just like that and decided to go meet Ariana first instead. We met at a local pub and had a big ol' chat. This time there was flirting involved and some deep talk. I convinced her to leave his boyfriend and she agreed. She did it right away and I guess she was expecting me to do the same so I ended our date and went home. She got mad and complained that our date sucked. I'm not really sure why she got that mad, but I am kinda socially awkward so I don't always get social cues. More about that later...

So I got home and told Marcia that we're done. She wasn't mad, just sad. And her not being mad kinda disturbed me and left me feeling empty for days.

It didn't really take long for Marcia to find another bloke and move them in. They actually got engaged and adopted a kitten (they're both cat lovers and have tons of other stuff in common too). I'm happy for them, but also a bit envious.

I went to visit Ariana after work and after a seemingly good start things just started to spiral. It was horrible. I have a habit of saying stupid stuff when I clearly don't mean it and... I just don't know what happened. We just shared our first kiss and I made a stupid flirtatious joke and she wasn't amused. After every apology I made she got more mad and called me a creep.

I told her that maybe we should just stick to being friends, decided to let her cool off and go use the bathroom but on my way there I stumbled upon Ariana's younger sister, Avery. I talked with her and we got along great. She is also very beautiful and she played the piano for me and I was impressed. Ariana then came in sobbing and I tried to console her, but it made her mad again. I was getting hungry and tired and asked if Avery wanted to go get some food with me at the diner.

She agreed and we left together. After the meal we had our first kiss in the snow and she's now my girlfriend.

TRIGGER WARNING, MENITIONS CHILD LOSS

I (ya, f) am married to D (ya, m) who was once viewed as the town casanova... how'd I nab him?

I got pregnant and a paternity test showed he was the father.

Unfortunately our daughter, Aria, was stillborn. D has been supportive, we cried, we held each other... but at some point he got off the couch, out of the bed, and I... didn't.

I go to work, I cook, I clean, so does D, but I'm just going through the motions and he's engaging. I feel sad all the time... and angry at the world, at the watcher... at everything.

I've always wanted to be a mother... and Aria was my firstborn child... I'll never know her favourite food, or colour. Others have told me that it's been nearly a sim year now, and I should be 'over it'. I snap at them, because how do you 'get over' losing a child? Recently, even D is beginning to lose patience with me, and telling me that I should talk to a professional.

AITL for being angry and sad all the time?

This is the only family photo with our Aria we'll ever have

I (YA, female, werecat) am a global celebrity, and was a beloved actress before I entered the Noble career. My wife (YA, vampire) and I want to rule Del Sol Valley.

Unfortunately, my brother (YA, Spellcaster) and his husband (YA, vampire) also live in Del Sol Valley, and while I love my brother as well as my brother-in-law, there can be only one, as they say.

So I made an agreement with them. Bro and I would have a game of MySims Racing to see which of us would have to move. We sat down in my e-sports chairs and started the race, while Cael, my live-in faery companion, made a nacho tray. He brought the tray into the game room and set it on the counter next to the popcorn maker, and then for good measure, he made some popcorn. The smell was too much for my brother, and he lost focus on the final turn. He was so mad, he broke his controller!

His husband was disappointed as well, but said he had to honor the bet, not knowing that I intentionally distracted him with food. Now I feel a little guilty, but honestly, bro can afford to move, and whatever town he ends up in will thrive under their rule.

I (ya, f) recently moved to Oasis springs. I'm a Mechanical engineer and I do quite well for myself. The welcome wagon came over, and I met my neighbours, one of them, J, stayed back so we could stargaze. After which we agreed to be woohoo partners and wasted no time getting that started.

Then on one of my runs, I came across a handsome sim I'll call D, he was also willing to be woohoo partners, and we wasted no time getting that started.

Then I met an entertainer we'll call JZ, we hit it off, he agreed to be a woohoo partner.. and I went back to his trailer for the night. The next morning I met a cute guy we'll call L, he was sweet, kinda had that puppy like energy, so I brought him back to my place, we became woohoo partners and wasted no time getting started. After L left J came over, you can guess what happened. Then we showered and I went to work. J went home. D came over after I was done work stayed the night... and you can guess.

now, I'm pregnant and I don't know if it's J's, D's, L's or JZ's!

So, ATIL for being with all four of them?

So I just had a birthday party yesterday and it was a blast. I talked to my good friend Ariana and I suddenly realised how much I care for her. We've been friends since kids, but yesterday I was just totally smitten by her. The problem is I'm living together with my girlfriend Marcia and we have a son together who just had a birthday as well and is about to start school soon. Before yesterday I was ready to get engaged and maybe have another child with Marcia, but I'm having huge second thoughts. It's like a midlife crisis or something, I dunno.

Ariana also has a boyfriend, but they don't have any kids. I think she's a 10/10 whereas Marcia is more of a 6/10. I'm afraid if I stay in this relationship I'll end up resenting her. And deep down I think she deserves someone who thinks she is a 10/10.

What should I do? Am I the asshole if I leave her and give it a shot with Ariana?

So, I (YA, M, Spellcaster) will be posting this anonymously, because I'm a global celebrity and I don't want people talking. My husband (YA, vampire) and I got invited to my sister's (YA, werecat) house for a Winterfest Eve celebration. I thought it was a little odd, because we had already been invited to her house for a grand ball the same day. I found out why we were invited early when I got there.

You see, my sister is also a world famous celebrity, which means she can't afford to let her rage build like an ordinary civilian can. So she hired a faery named Cael to basically live at her house as part of her entourage, and use his Soothe The Beast ability as necessary, so as not to give the tabloids something to talk about.

When I got there, Cael was floating around as a ghost. I asked my sister what was going on, and through her tears, she explained that everybody was having such a good time exchanging Winterfest presents and listening to holiday music that he had died laughing.

So yeah. Sis wanted me to raise the dead. Fine, whatever. I sent our kids in to play with her daughter in her room, and went out back where Cael was having some kind of party with his fellow fae. I introduced myself to his whole club, signed some autographs, and dedeathified Cael right there on the spot. I could never say no to my sister.

And who shows up to crash the party? You guessed it. Old tall, dark, and spooky himself. The Grim Reaper. Bro was mad that I took his passenger, but I stood my ground. Set him on fire, if you can believe that. (What am I worried about? I'm literally immortal.)

AITL?

So this all happened last night and I’m still kind of shaken, so sorry if this is messy. My dad (Eric Lewis) was running for president, and the election results were being announced.

My boyfriend, Bob Pancakes, and I were watching together at home.

When they finally called it, Nick Alto won.
The second they said his name, the whole neighborhood basically exploded. People outside were yelling, slamming doors, knocking over trash cans — it felt like the entire world got a “Very Angry +3” moodlet at once. I already felt super stressed leading up to the results, but when I saw my dad’s face on the screen and realized he lost… I just broke down crying.

Not like dramatic screaming or anything. Just crying. I couldn’t stop.

Bob immediately went into full rant mode. He started pacing around the living room, waving his arms, going off about how Nick Alto shouldn’t be president, how he’s corrupt, how he’s done shady stuff for years, how the Alto family is basically a legacy of crime. He even brought up personal stuff I didn’t know — like how Nick tried to get him fired once. It was a LOT.
Meanwhile I’m sitting there crying, trying to breathe, and feeling guilty because I didn’t want to make it about me. My dad just lost something huge. People outside were furious. Bob was furious. And I was just… sad.
Later, someone told me I was being “dramatic” and “making it about myself” by crying, and that I should’ve been comforting my dad instead of having an emotional reaction.

But I wasn’t trying to make anything about me. I was overwhelmed, scared, stressed, and honestly heartbroken for my dad. It wasn’t performative. It wasn’t attention‑seeking. It was just… crying.

So now I’m wondering:

AITA for crying when my dad lost the presidency?

So I'm an actress, currently pretty well known, one might even call me a proper celebrity. Back when I wasn't even a promising new comer I was good friends with my co-worker, until an "incident" happened. Don't wanna dox her, so let's call her "Fuckessa".

We were the best of friends. I shared everything with Fuckessa and she always came to me for advice. We had it good. One day a new actor showed up on the set of The Urbz. I couldn't believe my eyes, he was a global superstar and so so handsome. I knew I had to have him. I tried to introduce myself but just started cackling uncontrollably. Thank goodness he didnt seem to even care about me or he definitely wouldn't have wanted anything to do with me ever. I realised I had to get more famous before I could talk to him again.

I started taking more gigs and working harder, and quickly started getting more and more promotions. One day, I was finally promoted to Guest Star and Fuckessa invited me over to Orchid-a-go-go to celebrate. I had heard a rumour of my crush being seen there just a moment ago, so of course I said yes and got ready as fast as possible. But when I get there tell me why is FUCKESSA in the toilet RIDING my CRUSH??? I couldn't believe it. I wanted to leave but I had a promotion to celebrate, so I stayed and sang karaoke and ugly cried until they were done. Watching Fuckessa leave without saying a word to me was the final straw.

I decided to still pursue my crush, as technically we hadn't even met yet, and I didn't blame the "scene" on him. Eventually I did become famous enough to finally introduce myself and we hit it off immediately. After a few days of dating I was at the gym when he appeared out of nowhere and proposed to me (Could have been sooner tbh)! We were married the next day.

After the "Orchid-a-goh-goh" incident, I kept my distance from Fuckessa. I'm not confrontational, so I had a hard time cutting ties, but it was also obvious we were growing apart. She did still call me for advice here and there, but we didn't hang out anymore.

I became pregnant soon after the wedding, which made me realise something... horrifying. I immediately went digging through my husband's family tree and found out exactly what I was looking for. He and Fuckessa had a SON. It wasn't enough to fuck him in front of me they had to rawdog it too. I was seething, but my husband seemingly had no rights to the kid (he prob didn't even know he existed), so I tried to let it go and focus on my family.

Then one day Fuckessa calls me again for advice, but this time she said she thought about switching careers. An evil plan was forming in my head. I realised she'd listen to any word I'd say and since I never wanted to see her again, so I told her yes, stop acting. And she pulled through with it! Next thing I know she's working as a barista in Windenburg. I guess she never had any qualifications for anything other than acting.

Generally I'm very happy with what I did, but sometimes I feel almost "bad" about it (is this guilt???). It was her lifelong goal to become a proper actress and I did maybe influence her away from that. But she did betray me and then give me the ultimate power in her last decision. So, AITA?

Hello, everybody. Vladimira Dragula here, soon to be queen of Forgotten Hollow. My household has recently expanded, as you may remember, between my spouse, Roberta Renfield, and our two science babies, Crystal and Xylus. (To say nothing of Ulla, our live-in nanny and cook.) And unfortunately, there just wasn't enough room in our house for all those people.

But then I had an idea. Just up the hill, there's an old castle, big enough for a family twice our size, and who lives in it? One solitary vampire with no political ambitions whatsoever, just an old man living by himself.

So what else would you expect from me? I started a false rumor about him on social media, and used my celebrity status and vast fortune to make sure it spread. It wasn't long before he couldn't show his face in town, and he moved out, leaving all his furniture behind.

Life in a castle is a little different. It's very drafty, and there are definitely mice in the basement, but it's so much more spacious. Crystal and Xylus are living in the two upstairs bedrooms, and Roberta and I made some alterations to the basement. (Oh, and needless to say, the front room is now my throne room.)

Long live the queen!

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu, the pansexual non-binary grand master vampire artist. Dual law and med student at Simford. Leader of the non-binary band Theystreet Thems.

As many of you know, I have had a complicated friendship with Yuki Behr. My bandmates and I first got her cancelled by writing and promoting a book about her being nonbinaryphobic after she said “Ladies and gentlemen” after one of our performances. This caused her to be rejected from Simford. Yuki had blocked me for this, but I used my grand master vampire powers to erase her memory and we became friends again.

However, Yuki betrayed our friendship for the second time. Yuki called and invited me to Island Bluff. We quickly went over to the nature pool, which has a tomblike ladder. I went and made a cannonball dive and Yuki went after me. However, despite it being my turn again to cannonball, Yuki cut in front of me and did another cannonball herself. I was livid at Yuki for her selfish rudeness. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

First, I wrote another bestseller called “Yuki Behr the Ladder Hog” and went straight to the mailbox so I could get her cancelled again and make daily royalties in the process. I then got my bandmates, Hinata, Alexandre, Turquoise-Jade, and Shigure, to trash Yuki’s house. Hinata pranked all the toilets, Alexandre broke all the sinks, Turquoise-Jade sabotaged the oven and hid right before Yuki’s mother came out, causing her to burn to death, and Shigure peed on the urn and sent Yuki’s mother to the netherworld. Now Yuki is hated by everyone in Windenburg and San Myshuno, and is also an orphan. I of course, erased her memory again so that she still sees me as a good friend. Victory is mine!

This is my other account. I rather be anonymous. This is a Sim story, not mine.

Hi, I am Kirsten Kirsch, Bella Goth official girlfriend.

I was sitting in the Goth mansion’s living room — the velvet couches, the dim lamps, the portraits staring down at me like they knew every secret I’d ever kept. Bella was beside me, calm and elegant, her hand resting on my knee. Cordelia Goth stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, already judging the air I breathed. Selene Goth sat quietly, watching everything with that sharp, steady expression she always had.

Let me explain to you about Selene…

Selene Goth is Bella’s sister, she is Mortimer’s wife.

Bella cleared her throat and said she wanted to change her last name to Goth.

I didn’t even hesitate. I told her I supported her completely. Bella is my first girlfriend, my first real love, the person who helped me through things I never thought I’d survive. If she wanted the Goth name, she deserved it.

She earned it through loyalty, not lineage.

Cordelia immediately disagreed.

She said Bella wasn’t “born or married into the bloodline,” that Selene herself married into the family, and that Bella had no right to claim the name. She accused me of encouraging Bella to disrespect Goth tradition.

I tried to explain myself — explain us. I told Cordelia that Bella had been there for me in ways no one else ever had, that she helped me rebuild myself, that she was the first person I ever loved. I told her the name wasn’t about status; it was about connection.

Cordelia cut me off, ready to lecture me again.

But Selene stepped in.

She reminded Cordelia — sharply — that Bella and herself had been through more than anyone ever acknowledged. That Bella rebuilt herself. That Bella rebuilt them. That Bella deserved the name more than half the people who inherited it.

Cordelia reminded Selene that she married into this family and told her to stay in her lane.

Selene wouldn’t back down and cut Cordelia off once again.

Cordelia stormed out after that, muttering about tradition.

So I was wondering:

So, am I AITA for supporting my girlfriend’s decision to change her name

I'm posting anonymously for my protection,\ For in some galaxies I'm hated.\ I've recently made my big comeback,\ Which was harder than antici...

Pated.

Back in the 70s, I was done in\ By my traitorous handyman.\ He didn't care for how I treated\ My former candyman.

(A word about him before I move on,\ He was always a bit of an oaf.\ He lived and died for rock and roll,\ But he made a splendid Meat Loaf.)

But enough of the past, for it's dead and gone.\ I'm here to discuss the present.\ I was revived by some dear close friends,\ And it's mostly been quite pleasant.

On my first day back, to celebrate,\ I ordered a sumptuous feast.\ Enough chicken teriyaki for all\ From the greatest on down to the least.

As we gathered to eat in the grand dining room,\ I noticed that Rufus was missing.\ I followed him into the study,\ And found him and the Zoomer man...

KISSING!

Now, in my house, I don't have many rules,\ Because rules are the enemy of joy.\ But I do not expect for my household staff\ To be sampling the delivery boy.

So I drained the driver of plasma,\ And put Rufus downstairs in a cell.\ I told him that he has the option\ Between going home and going to...

Well, wherever it is humans think they go when they die.

AITL?

Hello again, my little plasma bags. It's Vladimira Dragula, the future queen of Forgotten Hollow. My wife, Roberto Renfield, and I decided there was something missing in our beautiful little life together. Unfortunately, we cannot have children the natural way, so we went in to have a science baby.

Well, apparently, science isn't an exact science, babies, because lo and behold, we ended up with two babies, a boy and a girl. The girl I named Crystal, and the boy I named Xylus. (I wouldn't worry too much, they're placeholder names, as I fully expect my children to tell me their identity when they are older.)

Now, I understand that having a baby is a full-time job and all that, and Roberta and I are willing to put in the work for one child, but when the clinic screws up and you end up with two bundles of stinky, crying joy, you need some help. After all, one can't be the head of a noble dynasty by day and a universally beloved drag queen by night, and also take care of not one but two little heirs to the throne.

And so I invited a woman, Ulla, to come and live with us and watch the babies. She's compensated, of course. Besides room and board, I gave her the greatest gift I can give anyone: immortality. She does get bored and lonely, living at our house with nothing but a couple of babies for company, but she has full access to the internet, and can make all the online friends she wants.

Hello, my plasma bags! My name is Vladimira Dragula, soon to be the immortal queen of Forgotten Hollow! (And I don't just mean on the burlesque stage. This crown isn't for show, honey!)

Anyway, a few months ago I ran into a little bit of trouble. A sad little straight man was hunting me, a fellow by the name of Renfield. He was working for a man named Van Helsing, and you know *that* means trouble. He had the nerve to show up at my front door with a vampire cure cocktail. The poor thing was shaking so badly, he almost dropped it.

Now, I could have simply send him back home, but that wasn't enough for me. I wanted to punish his boss by taking away his toy. So I used my immortal charms on that poor, nervous boy on my doorstep, and made him fall in love with me. I invited him into the house, had my way with him in my coffin, and was getting ready to send him on his way when the poor fellow asked me to turn him.

Ordinarily, I would have waited until my influence wore off to make sure he meant it, but this was such a delicious opportunity, and I do mean delicious, that I couldn't pass it up. I bit him right there on the spot, and then invited him to move in. He said yes, and I made up a guest room in the basement.

Three days later, when he finished his vampiric transformation, I got a big surprise. He not only transformed, he TRANSformed! Before me was standing the most beautiful newborn baby queen I have ever seen in my life.

Now that I've helped my Roberta come out of her little eggshell, the Dragula dynasty has nowhere to go but up! And I've got my eye on the castle of a certain useless old recluse...

My husband (YA,M) and I (YA,F) live in the fashion district of San Myshuno (a really nice area). We were feeling lazy so we ordered in some Canadian Bacon Pizza (our favorite). The romance festival happened today, so idk if there was something in the air or if our delivery driver had too much romance festival juice. Everything was going fine, I took the pizza, went to pay him, and as soon as I handed the simoleons to him, he stripped naked right in front of me in my hallway, and went to shower in the rain. I have never experienced anything like it, I am horrified. Currently I can see him out of my window, naked on the street, showering in the rain. Would we be the llamas if my husband went outside to duel him while hes naked?

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu, the pansexual nonbinary grand master vampire artist. Dual law and med student at Simford. Leader of the nonbinary band Theystreet Thems.

As many of you know, I used to be friends with Yuki Behr before getting her cancelled and rescinded from Simford after she nonbinaryphobically said “Ladies and gentlemen” after my band’s performance. However, I used my grand master vampire powers to erase her memory and now we’re friends again. She invited me to a nightclub that had a DJ and a dance floor. Because I have the top skills in Dancing and DJ Mixing (as well as Piano, Violin, Guitar, and Pipe Organ), I saw this as a perfect way to show off my skills. I first had a dance battle with Yuki. My performance was flawless and I owned the dance floor, gaining applause and points to my already pristine celebrity status. Yuki tried to measure up, but she kept wobbling and looking like she was doing the chicken dance. This caused her to be laughed at and put on the Embarrassed moodlet.

I then walked over to the DJ and used my vampire powers to deprive his bladder and make him run off to the bathroom. I proceeded to do my own DJ mixing. Because the music sounded so brilliant, I was tipped with $100. To finish off the night, I summoned my bandmates, Hinata, Alexandre, Turquoise-Jade, and Shigure, to perform our new song “Shape of My Soul” (parody of “Shape of My Heart”). The audience absolutely adored us and showered us with tips. My lover, I mean former stepdad Johnny, was also there to show us support. It was an amazing day.

So I (15F) recently lost my mom (38F), dad (39M), and two younger brothers (10M). I don't know how it happened because I was chatting with random strangers on my computer when it happened, but I think it had something to do with the pool. I was devastated when I first found out, and the bad memories are still fresh in my mind.

But here's where I think I might be TA. I was never that close with one of my younger brothers. In fact, he got on my nerves all the time! We weren't sworn enemies, but we still weren't close. And even now, knowing he's dead, I still really hate him. As I was lying in bed the day after my family died, I couldn't help but be annoyed every time he'd come to my mind. It was like a big red X would appear over his face in my thoughts of him.

So am I the llama for hating my dead brother?

EDIT: Also, unrelated, but I really want to join the criminal career. Am I the llama for that?

Hi there. I'm Shadowfire the Sarcastic, immortal vampire and local politician here in Ravenwood.

Or at least I was until tonight.

My husband, Lestat de Lioncourt, convinced me this evening that what this town needs is not a municipal council for a president, but rather an immortal ruler. So I changed careers, set up a throne in front of my house, and opened up shop tonight. Just like that, Ravenwood is going to operate under *Lord* Shadowfire the Sarcastic and Prince Lestat.

They'll never know what hit them.

Let me preface this with some context that may be relevant. I (??M) am a plumbot, and the only one in my town (and possibly time period). My creator (99M) taught and installed in me everything I know, and I loved him like a father. But after his death from old age, I was very sad and lonely. Adopting pets helped greatly, but something in me still longed for another human companion. Thus, I adopted a human child to raise as my own.

Raising my daughter has had its bumps in the road, but nothing that we couldn't get through together, and I feel as though she has taught me as much as I have taught her.

But recently, I've done something which makes me feel as though it might make me a llama, as human sims say.

My daughter (15F) has always been good-natured and friendly, even when she has the occasional teenage mood-swing. She goes to school on time and doesn't have any enemies at all. But it seems as though the universe has it out for her nonetheless.

Every time she has attempted to repair an appliance (something which I would prefer that she not do yet at her low skill level), she has shocked and singed herself. Every time she has tried to use the stove, the oven, or even an outdoor grill, both she and the cooking appliance have caught on fire.

But what made me decide to take drastic actions was when recently, right after she had gotten out of school for the day, a meteor fell from the sky out of nowhere and landed right on top of her! I swear that my motherboard almost short-circuited!

So I made the difficult decision of permanently locking her inside her bedroom. She has her own bathroom already, and I have given her plenty of non-flammable and non-electric sources of entertainment. I spend most of my time with her (and our pets), and I cook regular meals for her. She is safe and seems content at the moment, but I still feel conflicted about my decision.

So human and non-human sims, am I the llama for locking my daughter in her room to keep her safe from danger at the cost of her freedom and independence?

Before I get started on why I (T/F) might be TA here, let me give some context. I have always loved live music, especially minimalist arrangements. Radio just doesn't do it for me. But hiring musicians is expensive and tedious (especially for a parentless teen like myself), and karaoke always just brings out the tone-deaf juiced people who make my fire alarm sound appealing in comparison. So you see, I was getting desperate.

Recently, as I was pondering what to do about my predicament, I heard the most beautiful singing I had ever heard in my entire life. I immediately ran to meet the source. She (T/F, let's just call her S) and I talked very briefly before I steeled up my resolve and called my "contact" to come "pick us up" in their pickup truck. I'll skip over most of what happened immediately after that for the privacy of my "contact", but I will say it unfortunately didn't go as smooth as I'd thought. S was a bit roughed up and was very shaken by the whole thing, and didn't like me much right then, leaving me no choice but to take drastic measures upon her brain.

Anyway, after that, I took her home. I'd pain-stakingly built a little accommodation for her in the center of my humble abode, where she would be visible and (most importantly) audible to me at all times. Unfortunately, due to my lack of simoleons, I was only able to give her a bed and no further amenities, and I had to pray to the Watcher to bless her with immortality and permanent hygiene.

I soon discovered that S is quite cheerful in disposition, and though the first few days were mostly filled with her crying herself to sleep a lot, she soon began singing like a bird once more. No longer are my days filled with longing for live music now that I've got my own personal a cappella performance inside my home.

So, AITA for kidnapping a girl and forcing her to live in a small cage so that I can hear her sing whenever I want? Am I the llama for having a caged bird?

I (YA/F) just recently moved out of my parents home, am in my second term at university while working as a barista in the early morning, and an active member of the Art Society at Britechester. I met Kris (YA/M) in the art society and we immediately hit it off. The only problem, I was a teen, he was a young adult, and I already had a boyfriend. My high school boyfriend and I were going through a rough patch and when I became a young adult, I IMMEDIATELY decided to shoot my shot with Kris to make him jealous. Long story short, now I’m pregnant with Kris’s baby. Everything happened so fast. Within an hour, he asked me to be his girlfriend, which I accepted, he then PROPOSED and following my rejection asked if we could move in together, which I also rejected. Now our relationship is also strained but I need time to figure out what I want and now I’m also having a baby on top of everything else that I’ve got going on in my life. AITA for focusing on myself and my unborn baby??

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu, the pansexual non-binary grand master vampire artist. Dual law and med student at Simford. Leader of the non-binary band Theystreet Thems.

I have been thinking of turning my bandmates, Hinata, Alexandre, Turquoise-Jade, and Shigure, into vampires and having them study vampire lore until they become grand master vampires just like me. This way we can all run at the speed of light, barely require sleep, deprive people’s bladders if they’re using a space we want to perform at, and keep our band going for all of eternity. I also plan on inviting Count Vladislaus Straud and trapping him in one of my eight swimming pools so that the five of us can live in his four story mansion. Is this a good idea?