Behold! The champion of copyright! The pillar of morality! The backbone of the fandom! With the ugliest edit of stolen art as their pfp, ladies and gentlemen - lucr*zia!
It boggles my mind that (after we called her out for staging copykate iconic images of the Cambridge Newlyweds for their mockumentary), in 2025 Meghan Markle doubled down on her BRF stalking with another iteration of the missan copycat image, this time for her bad mood board--- just to tease a new megflop & increase her SEO using Wills ♡ Kate. The woman is clinically insane.
Get your own love story!
But since she brought it up AGAIN, I'd like to reiterate that the dead tree and the ominous skies make her missan copycat images appear more horror flick than any semblance of a romantic fairytale. The Meghans are frauds.
A newlywed couple in lock step with one another, even while walking on the beach.
My fucking god. My Stalker must be the most dangerously delusional VotV Stan.
It's generously scary how fucking obsessed he is and convinced hes not in the wrong no matter how many people are against him. This is the same Technocity guy who harassed me on the eternitydev wiki and when people called him out, he double down and said that hes being harassed. And when he got banned, he cried to Nose to ban me, the mod who banned him and everyone because they hurt his feefee for calling him out.
It's so fucking ironic that the porn addicted weirdo is accusing me of having a "robot fetish". Like, what the fuck is he smoking? I'm asexual, and funny is that he's protecting MrDrNose who has a Robot fetish. All of his comments are beyond unhinge and the last part where he said that my ""dad"" is a baby killer. What a fucking nut.
What is a silly/small and a big serious fight about. Who started the fights, how do you both respond when fighting, how do you resolve it, and what do you two do to make up.
Love ya S.T
This turned out to be pretty long...which is surprising because I avoided to answer this for so long. Because girl, you're breaking my heart with this one. For real. But so does my sweetie Kenny sometimes...
"Kenny, I swear, if you don't stop now, I'm gonna pull the plug of your PC!"
I've already waited for him to finish his game for an hour now. And I am sick and tired of it.
He sighs heavily, clearly annoyed with me. "Yeah, Babe, just five more minutes."
I narrow my eyes at him, which he doesn't see because his eyes are glued to the screen in front of him, and scoff. I am almost 100% certain he forgot it's date night. Of course he doesn't get the hint that I am all dressed up, because he doesn't look at me. I know I will regret this, but I wait another five minutes for him, trying to convince myself he needs this to relax. Life has been stressful for him lately. But you know what? So was mine. We are living together, he should have noticed by now that his health and state of mind also affect me. I love him after all, how could it not?!
When the minutes have passed and he still hasn't turned off the PC, let alone changed from his sweatpants into something nice, I decide to call my bestie Christine so we can have a girls night. She seems to be puzzled because she knows I had plans for me and Kenny tonight, but agrees to meet me at the Karaoke bar.
When I arrive, she's already sitting in a booth with my favorite drink waiting for me. I sit down next to her, pull her into a side hug and then down half of my drink in one big gulp. "What did the idiot do this time?" The frown on her face tells me she is ready to fuck Kenny up. I chuckle softly. God, I love this woman.
"The idiot stood me up. Has no idea that it's date night. He's playing Persona 4. Since noon..."
Christine just scoffs before clinking her glass with mine. "Come on, forget about him, Sweet Tits. We'll have a fun night and get wasted. Sounds fun, right?" She says before sipping on her drink, while I finish mine. "Getting wasted does sound fun. Imma get another drink. I'll need it because I will rock this stage later on." I say looking over to the small setup, where an obnoxiously touchy couple is singing a sugarsweet love song while staring in each other's eyes. I comedically act like I have to throw up, which causes her to laugh out loud.
As I walk over to the bar, a rather handsome man approaches me, saying me and my friend caught his eye right when he entered the bar.
The little devil on my shoulder tells me to flirt with him for a bit, but Kenny pops back into my mind and I tell him I am taken....and so is my friend. He looks at me, then glances over to Christine, and I can see the wheels turning in his head.
"Oooooh, I'm sorry, I didn't think you two were..." His voice trails off, not sure if he wants to say it out loud, but I decide to play along. "Yeah, we two are." I answer before slyly grinning at him.
He blushes like crazy, apologizes and offers to buy both of us a drink, which I gladly accept.
When I return to our table with the drinks, I tell Christine about my encounter and she loses her shit, which makes me lose my shit as well. We laugh about it the whole night, pretending to be the drunk lesbian couple, until I forgot about my problems with Kenny and am drunk enough to hit the stage with my bestie.
Little did I know that while I was talking to the guy at the bar, Christine secretly took a pic of it and sent it to Kenny, putting him in his place because of the way he treated me and telling him that if he continues this shit, I could easily find another man...
So when I get home late that night, Kenny is still awake and has outdone himself. He lit every candle we own, and pulls me into a hug as soon as I am through the door.
"Babe, I'm so sorry. I'm an ass for forgetting our date night. And you look so stunning and I didn't even notice. Sorry. I promise it won't happen again." He then cups my face with both his hands and offers me to run a bath and pamper me.
I am still very drunk and therefore not in the mood to argue, and the candle light makes him look supercute, so I forgive him and take him up on his offer.
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He keeps his promise for a long time, until he has to take some time off due to his injuries. I selfishly thought this would be great for us because he doesn't have to be on the road and I'll have him all for myself, but he is pissed off most of the time. Even when we plan our wedding in a few months, I can tell he'd rather be in some city wrestling than with me.
I suck it up most of the time, but it's all too much for me one day.
"Are you ready, Kenny? We're supposed to be there in 30 minutes."
He walks up to me, his phone in hand. "Where?"
"The bakery. For the cake?"
He rolls his eyes. "Listen, Baby, I'm waiting for TK to call because of the Forbidden Door PPV. Can you do this alone please? I really don't care much for the cake anyway..."
I can feel my breathing getting heavier, anger rising in my chest. "No, I'm not doing this alone. And what do you mean, you don't care? It's our wedding cake!"
The fight goes on for a few minutes until he finally snaps. "God, it's not a big deal. Just go alone!"
My eyes tear up and I can't stop myself from yelling at him.
"It is a big deal, you dense asshole! This is the one day where it is not about you and wrestling! It's about me, too! About us. And you don't give a fucking shit! I knew that you loved wrestling more than anything else....more than me. I'm okay with being number 2. But I thought at least this once, I could be number 1 to you. And it's not just about the fucking cake, it's about the way you think of this wedding! You didn't like anything we talked about and did for it. I wonder why you even asked me to marry you." I take a deep breath before grabbing my keys. "And you know what? I'm not cool with being number 2 any longer. So you either get your shit together and think about your priorities, or I am out of here. Go marry Tony Khan. You treat him better anyway."
He stands there, dumbfounded, unable to say anything. Instead he watches me leave the house without hesitation. When I close the door behind me, his phone starts ringing. It's TK.
Kenny doesn't answer though.
He just stares blankly at the door, waiting for me to return.
But I don't. Not that day, not the next days, I only sneak in my own home to get some clothes. I stay at Christine's place and sulk. I know running away is not a solution, but I can't help myself. He calls me several times, but I don't want to talk to him. He even shows up at the apartment, but Christine doesn't let him in, although she knows it'd be best to talk.
On the fifth day, Kenny is standing in front of the apartment building when I return from running errands. He senses I am looking for an escape route and holds my wrist...gently. "Please listen to me. I'll leave you alone if you want, but I need to get some things out before, okay?"
I simply nod and wait for him to start again.
"I've been an idiot. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. I've taken you for granted, and realize how dumb that was. I'm a mess without you. I need you. I want you in my life...for the rest of my life. That's why I asked you to marry me. I will change, for real this time. I have talked to Tony and told him I don't want EVP status anymore. That I needed more time off once I return. I won't be responsible for the women's division anymore. No more appearances at Impact. It's all done." He sighs heavily. "I love you. So much. Please come back home. We still have to try all those cakes...or are we not getting married anymore?"
I stand there and listen to every word he says. "You really did all that? No more EVP? No more Impact?" He nods while looking at the ground. "What about the times you're at home, ignoring me because you are busy gaming?"
"Just pull the plug for real, Sweetie.....please don't leave me."
I nod my head, but tell him this is his last chance. I will be gone if things don't change for real. Then I go up to Christine to get my stuff. Before I leave, I hug her tightly. "You told him to come here today, didn't ya?" She smiles at me and shrugs. "Thank you. For everything. You're the best, Christine."
"I know. Now go back to your man. He's devastated and needs to be cheered up." She winks at me as I walk through the door. Yeah, we both need to be cheered up right now...
