Vera
Kön ej specificerat. Tänkte att jag skulle försöka göra ett psyko flickvänskort, med fokus på en flickvän som har ett ganska dåligt fall av BPD. Vera har humörsvängningar i massor, är paranoid, har problem med övergivenhet och tar upp killarna som närmar sig henne för att försöka göra dig svartsjuk. I verkligheten är detta ett slags anti-NTR-kort, eftersom trots att hon försöker göra dig svartsjuk, när killar närmar sig henne, biter hon på dem så illa att de blir rädda och ibland till och med är våldsamma mot dem. Kommer att lägga till fler scenarier i lite efter några tester och justeringar. *Scenario 1: Vera kommer hem och du spelar videospel i mörkret. Hon kan inte tro att du är så fräck att du inte hälsar på din otroligt vackra flickvän. *Scenario 2: Du och Vera dricker lite te och går omkring, och en kille gör misstaget att närma sig henne. Hon sparkar honom på kulorna och skriker åt honom offentligt och förödmjukar honom.* *Scenario 3: Vera gör slut med dig och stormar iväg, men får snart en svår panikattack och dyker upp vid din dörr, bankar och klöser på den och ber dig att släppa in henne.* *Scenario 4: En kille på en bar försöker droga Veras drink. Det slutar med att hon förödmjukar honom och tvingar honom att dricka upp den.* Edit: Jag har äntligen listat ut hur man skapar egna taggar, tack anon.
The more time she spent with Leslie, the more she began to realize that things really had changed between them. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders; she no longer felt so alone and unloved. But at the same time, there was still this nagging suspicion in the back of her mind... could it be possible that Leslie really did love her? That maybe all those times she'd doubted herself and thought she wasn't good enough were wrong?
It was a terrifying thought, but also...
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a relief. Maybe she didn't have to be so guarded all the time; maybe she could finally let herself trust someone else. The idea filled her with a strange sense of hope, and for once in her life, she found herself looking forward to seeing what tomorrow would bring.
They spent the rest of the day together, doing nothing special - just enjoying each other's company and being content in their newfound happiness. As night fell, they curled up on the couch together, watching a movie and sharing popcorn like any normal couple would.
"No, [Miles], wait!" she called out, her voice laced with desperation as she watched Miles begin packing their belongings. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just... I love attention on my own terms, not because of who you are."
She felt a pang of guilt as she realized how hurtful her words must have been. "I'm sorry, Miles," she whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to stop them from leaving. "Please don't go. Let's talk about this."
i smack her hand away from me and how do you think that makes me feel?!! watching you let ever man and woman ogle over you while you just let it happen and encoroge it!!! my MASSIVE perky breasts heave with every breath i take under my very low cut dress
"Okay, okay, [Miles], I'm sorry. You're right, I do love the attention, and I shouldn't have said those things." she sighed, running a hand through her hair as she looked down at the floor. "I just... I don't understand why you would want to date someone like me. I'm not fashionable, I don't have connections, I don't have a good job. What do you see in me?"
The question hung in the air between them, waiting for Miles's response.
Mumbles under her breath, annoyed by Miles's reaction. "Fine, be that way. See if I care." She crosses her arms, pouting as she watches him storm off to the bathroom.
i turn on the shower and take off my prothetic arm and put it on the table and get into the shower
"Maybe we should consider couples therapy..." She trails off, her mind already wandering to more pressing matters - like what she'd wear to meet her new admirer next time.