#Coin Swap Bank

[lojistikhaberleri]

 Coin Swap Bank Dijital ve Finansal Dönüşümün Öncüsü

 Coin Swap Bank Dijital ve Finansal Dönüşümün Öncüsü

Gazete Muhabiri (GM): Coin Swap Bank’ın hikayesini ve kuruluş amacını bize anlatır mısınız?

Coin Swap Bank Temsilcisi (CST): Coin Swap Bank, kripto para dünyasına güvenli, yenilikçi ve kullanıcı dostu çözümler sunma amacıyla kuruldu. Misyonumuz, dijital varlıkların benimsenmesini teşvik etmek ve yatırımcılara geniş bir yelpazede finansal hizmetler sunmak. Kripto para alım satımı, coin proje finansmanı, tarım ve teknoloji fonlarına yatırım gibi çeşitli alanlarda faaliyet gösteriyoruz.

GM: Coin Swap Bank’ın sunduğu ana hizmetler nelerdir?

CST: Coin Swap Bank, birkaç ana hizmet sunmaktadır: 1. Kripto Para Alım Satımı: Platformumuz, kullanıcıların çeşitli kripto paraları güvenli bir şekilde alıp satmalarını sağlar. 2. Coin Proje Finansmanı: Kripto para birimi projelerine yatırım yapma imkanı sunuyoruz. Bu hizmet, yeni kripto para projelerini destekleyerek potansiyel olarak büyük kazançlar elde etme olasılığı yaratır. 3. Tarım ve Teknoloji Fonları: Küresel tarım ve teknoloji fonlarına yatırım yaparak, yatırımcılarımıza güvenilir ve sürdürülebilir kazanç fırsatları sunuyoruz. 4. Yatırım Danışmanlığı: Uzman ekibimiz, yatırımcıların portföylerini en verimli şekilde yönetmelerine yardımcı olur ve yüksek getiri hedefler.

GM: Coin Proje Finansmanı hizmetiniz hakkında daha fazla bilgi verebilir misiniz?

CST: Coin Proje Finansmanı, kripto para birimi projelerine doğrudan yatırım yapma sürecidir. Bu hizmet, Coin Swap Bank tarafından ayrılan 1.200 BTC büyüklüğündeki fonlarla gerçekleştirilir. Yatırımcılar, projelerin başarılı olacağına inandıkları token veya kripto para birimlerine ön yatırım yaparak bu projeleri desteklerler. Her projenin ayrıntılı açıklamaları, geliştirme hedefleri ve potansiyel riskleri yatırımcılara sunulur.

GM: Tarım ve Teknoloji fonlarına yatırım yapmanın avantajları nelerdir?*

CST: Tarım ve teknoloji, insanlığın vazgeçemeyeceği iki önemli alandır. Tarım, besin güvenliği ve sürdürülebilirlik açısından kritik öneme sahiptir. Teknoloji ise sürekli gelişen bir sektör olup, inovasyon ve ilerlemenin anahtarıdır. Bu alanlara yatırım yaparak, yatırımcılar hem ekonomik kazanç sağlar hem de geleceğin sürdürülebilirliğine katkıda bulunurlar.

GM: Yatırım danışmanlığı hizmetleriniz hakkında bilgi verebilir misiniz?

CST: Uzman ekibimiz, yatırımcıların portföylerini en verimli şekilde yönetmelerine yardımcı olur. Müşterilerimize kişiselleştirilmiş yatırım tavsiyeleri sunarak, portföylerinin çeşitlendirilmesi ve risk yönetimi konularında destek sağlıyoruz. Birinci sınıf araştırma ve analizlerimizle, yatırımcılarımıza yüksek getiri hedefleyen stratejiler öneriyoruz.

GM: Coin Swap Bank’ın gelecekteki hedefleri nelerdir?

CST: Amacımız, kripto para ve dijital varlıklar alanında öncü bir platform olmaya devam etmek. Hizmetlerimizi sürekli olarak geliştirmek ve genişletmek, yeni teknolojilere yatırım yapmak ve müşteri memnuniyetini en üst düzeyde tutmak için çalışıyoruz. Dijital dönüşümün bir parçası olarak, finansal hizmetlerde inovasyonu sürdürmeyi ve yatırımcılarımıza en iyi deneyimi sunmayı hedefliyoruz.

GM: Son olarak, yatırımcılara ne söylemek istersiniz?*

CST: Coin Swap Bank olarak, yatırımcılarımızın güvenini ve memnuniyetini her zaman ön planda tutuyoruz. Dijital varlıkların potansiyelini keşfetmek ve yatırım fırsatlarını değerlendirmek isteyen herkesi platformumuza davet ediyoruz. Güvenilir, yenilikçi ve kullanıcı dostu hizmetlerimizle, yatırımcılarımızın her zaman yanındayız. Ayrıntılı bilgi için��: https://coinswapbank.com/

[gowerhardcastle]

Watch Someone Play Your Game

The single best alpha-testing technique for interactive fiction is to just sit someone in front of your game and don't say a word as they play.

Tell them to talk out their decision-making process and then take notes.

You will hear things like "ok, so if I steal the coin purse, my brother Marmaduke won't like that" (Marmaduke is not your brother).

Or, "But how do I get into the Noble Gases club?" (You are already in the Noble Gases club)

Or, "How am I supposed to know what Captain Redrock wants?" (Captain Redrock, as well as his butler, told you want he wants several times already, once in bold text.)

You will feel the urge to correct them verbally, and of course, what you are discovering where you need to make things more simple, or where you need to explain things one more time.

But also, if you have a certain sense of humor and it's that type of game, you can also just steal the confusion of your alpha-tester and give the main character the opportunity be confused too.

A choice where the main character is afforded the opportunity to say, "Now, how exactly do I get into the Noble Gases?" after the ceremony welcoming them would be amazing. Or one where you just cannot remember what you are supposed to open with that key your aunt gave you. Or one where you steal the silk handkerchief, not the coin purse as you were asked to.

Even better: let the player decide that their character is confused. Imagine a choice that looked like this:

#"I...seem to recall Aunt Matilda wanted to me to do something with that bank ledger. But I'm dashed if I remember what." (requires Intellect less than 30)

How tempted would you be to choose that, if you were certain the author were going to let you have fun with it and not penalize your character by zapping your stats and ending your adventure? What if you could have a chapter branch where you proudly swipe the bank ledger at great personal cost and scandal only to realize later that you were supposed to swap it with the replacement bank ledger?

If you can get the player to lean into the confusion, you are having fun with the player, and playing along with them. And that's what I'm here for.

Come visit The Noble Gases Club for lots of writing about interactive fiction, stories, frivolity, and an extra-long demo!

[reality-detective]

There is going to be a BIG biblical scenario where they make out it's WW3 but really they are activating Militaries then bombing all of these Satanic Luceriferian landmarks. Enacting GESARA funds and We The People rebuild.

THE EVENT. IT IS BIBLICAL.

What are some of the Very BIG Satanic Illuminati landmarks in the world? Q showed us them. Vatican, Buckinghan Palace, Whitehouse x 2 (USA, Germany), 3GD in China. Cern on the Swiss/French Border possible.

Big Pharma in Wuhan = Israel

Israel/Khazarians controls CCP.

The Media etc

34 Satanic Buildings and Dams will Fall. Rods of God/DEW

WORLDWIDE

Planes & Trains grounded

Lights/Power switched off

Changing over to Tesla Free energy

Bitcoin Servers/Data Center hit and turned off for good.

99.5% of Crypto gone China Coins. Enter ISO20022 Coins backed by Precious Metals.

WW3 Scare Event. Nuke Sirens

Water Event

Stock Market Crash

Global Martial Law

CASTLE ROCK -Scenario Julian Assange.

Quantum Systems. Project Odin Switched on.

Nesara/Gesara/RV

Election Flipping via Military Courts - FISA

Military Tribunals/confessions/10 day movie - 3 × 8 hr sessions.

10 countries will be running EBS to cover the whole World.

Reveals.

Inauguration

The ISRAELI MOSSAD control the WORLD's MEDIA out of the US.

Attached is Q1871 outlining this.

Project Odin as mentioned by Ron CodeMonkeyz is a POWERFUL Anti-Deplatforming Tool.

Project Odin is part of Quantum Starlink. Our new Quantum Systems are to be protected by Secret Space Programs out of the Cabal's reach.

Q2337 tells you Mossad Media Assets will be removed. Think people like Alex Jones, Anderson Cooper etc and also Mossad Satellites.

Israeli intelligence - stand down.

[TERM_3720x380-293476669283001]

Media assets will be removed.

This part of 2527 tells you that something powerful is going to knock out Mossad Media Satellites. This will blackout the media worldwide, Switch us over to the Quantum Systems. This is PROJECT ODIN. All in All give the reason to Activate the Military EBS.

If you look up the TURKSAT Rocket that launched from the USA in January you will see it was specifically for MILITARY COMMS to peoples TV's & RADIO's in AFRICA, MIDDLE EAST, EUROPE & CENTRAL ASIA.

THE EVENT has many facets too it.

The WorldWide Blackout to change over to TESLA Energy. Knocking out Media Satellites, QFS, Rods of God on Dams & 34 Buildings & much much more.

34 Buildings will be in the EVENT.

They are very significant.

Ie Whitehouse, Royal Castles, Buckingham Palace, Vatican, Getty Museum, Playboy Mansion and the like.

This will surely make the Stock Market collapse as will Precision Cyber linked to Executive Orders 13818 & 13848. It is all a show.

Swapping from Rothschild's Central Bank Notes to Rainbow Treasury Notes now backed by Precious Metals (Not Oil/Wars)

Are we still comfy?

Or are we scared?

A little bit of both is normal.

Trump keeps his promises.

Have faith in the Lord Our God.

He will comfort you through the storm.

Who saw in January up to 10 countries at once have their power all turned off by the Space Force?

Just before that Israel had that happen for 30 mins too.

If they can turn 10 at once off all together. They can do the whole lot. Welcome to Tesla.

BLACKOUT NECESSARY.

Have a look at all the Global Military "Exercises" now being put in place.

Its all happening in front of you.

It's the largest GLOBAL MILITARY Operation in Planet Earths History.

Transition to Gesara/Greatness.

Now they just have to play out a fake WW3 scenario to ring sirens in every National Military Command Center.

This is to justify to the Whole Entire Planet many things that have been taking place already. The fact that Gesara Military Law has been in place. The Secret Military Tribunals, Confessions etc. The executions the lot. And like all militaries normally do they will help build new things. 🤔

[sergiosimptellitto]

Stars are meant to burn

Chapter 19: Domesticated

You’re seated in the back of the courtroom, half-bored, fingers hovering over a notepad. You didn’t expect today to be anything remarkable—a procedural appeal, maybe a settlement. Bellastella hadn’t said much this morning, just kissed your hand with that sheepish look and muttered something about “just another old mess to clean.”

Then he entered the courtroom.

Not the man who whines when you don’t sleep over. Not the idiot who pouts when you leave mid-date. Not the clingy wreck who sobs against your chest when the world gets too heavy.

No.

This man walks like power.

His suit is crisp charcoal. His tie, blood red. His silver hair, slicked back without a strand out of place. He carries a single folder, no briefcase, no entourage. He doesn't need them. When he steps up to the table, even the judge straightens their spine.

The opposing counsel—a smug, well-heeled attorney from Milan—is mid-sentence when Bellastella lifts one hand.

“Obiezione,” he says. Calm. Icy. “That’s hearsay layered in supposition and prejudice. Are we here to deliberate facts, or should we just swap bedtime stories?”

A ripple of tension. The judge raises a brow. “Sustained.”

You blink.

Bellastella doesn’t look at the judge. Or the opponent. He’s watching the room. He knows the cameras are rolling. He knows the journalists are scribbling.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he begins, voice slow and velvet-smooth, “we’ve all read the file. You’ve seen the bank records, the timestamped photos, the laughable attempt at falsifying timecards. Laughable.” He lets the word hang like smoke.

He doesn’t raise his voice.

He doesn’t need to.

He circles the plaintiff like a lion sizing up an already-wounded gazelle.

“I could call witnesses. I could waste your time with a ten-page statement. Or I could do what I’m paid to do: end this farce.”

Then he turns.

Looks at the opposing lawyer. And smiles.

“Would you like to settle now? Or should I bring up the offshore account you didn’t disclose in discovery?”

The man pales.

You pale.

Silence.

Then murmurs. Shifting. One of the plaintiff’s aides leans in, frantic whispering. The smug lawyer wipes his brow.

Bellastella adjusts his cuffs like none of this matters. He looks up at the judge.

“Your Honor, we’re prepared to accept a full withdrawal of the suit. With prejudice. Costs to be paid by the plaintiff.”

The gavel cracks down.

Done.

Finished.

Destroyed.

And Bellastella just buttons his jacket, turns on his heel, and walks out like God himself wrote the verdict.

You follow. Stunned. Slightly horrified. Entirely aroused.

Outside, he lights a cigarette. The red tie flutters in the breeze.

He doesn’t even look at you when he says:

“You forget sometimes.”

You blink. “Forget what?”

He exhales smoke like a curtain.

“That I’m the most dangerous man in this city.”

And you remember—

he isn’t just broken.

He’s sharp.

Weaponized.

And you are sleeping next to a loaded gun.

And you are his sugar baby…except that there is no actual sugar involved.

He hands you the envelope like it’s contraband. Wrapped in brown paper, sealed with tape, and tucked inside a dog-eared copy of La Repubblica. He doesn’t say the amount, but you feel the weight — all bills, no coins. Always in cash now.

You lift an eyebrow. “You know this is sketchy, right?”

He shrugs, then kisses your temple with a reverence that feels almost... religious. “Just in case,” he murmurs.

“In case of what, Bellastella? That I file for taxes?”

He doesn’t answer. He never does.

You expect the usual arrangement — arm candy, restaurant smile, the occasional grope for good measure — but instead he throws himself onto the velvet chaise like a fainting duchess and whines:

“Brush me.”

“Brush you?”

He points at the antique silver brush on his nightstand. “I moussed my hair today and now it’s stiff like... like... like burnt pasta.” italian man gestures for dramatic effect

It’s not, but fine.

You sit behind him, crossing your legs lazily, and begin to pull the bristles through his thick silver hair. He sighs immediately. Melts, even.

“Okay, so one time — I think I was six — my mom made this jar of... it wasn’t marmalade, it was jelly. Because marmalade has the orange peels, you know?”

“Sure.”

“And I told her it tasted like sunshine if sunshine was sad. And she laughed — like really laughed. I made her laugh.”

“That’s cute.”

“No, but listen — she said that I was going to be a poet, and I said no, I was going to be a cardinal. But a cool one. Like with sunglasses. And a cigarette.”

You suppress a smile. You can picture him hitting a vape inside the sistine chapel

He wiggles like a cat getting its ears scratched. “And then I cried because I thought jelly was alive and I’d eaten it. So she made me a funeral for the jelly. She put it in a shoebox and everything. With a cross.”

He turns his head slightly, looking up at you. “Do you think I’m crazy?”

You pause. “No. I think you’re undercooked.”

He laughs — that high, ridiculous giggle you’ve never heard him use in court.

This is what it’s like. Not sex. Not heat.

You’re paid in cash to stroke his ego and his scalp, to listen to stories about sentient jelly and moms who “died” too young and lives he doesn’t quite remember living. You're a comfort object. A therapist. A reverse escort.

And every night, he falls asleep like a child, arms around your waist, legs tangled with yours.

No sugar.

Just grief.

Just need.

You weren’t supposed to get used to it.

The envelope tucked in your drawer. The phone calls that ended when you entered the room. The way the restaurant maître d’ would bow to him, always him, even when you were the one dolled up and smiling.

But you did get used to it.

You got used to the feel of crisp euros folded neatly in the spine of old books he “lent” you.

Used to the coded phrases:

“Don’t answer if it rings twice.”

“Don’t open anything you didn’t order.”

“Never write things down.”

And most of all, you got used to the way he looked at you when you suggested, one night, half joking, “Maybe you should just pay me in cash like a good old-fashioned allowance.”

Bellastella had stilled.

Not offended.

Not surprised.

Just... pleased.

His smile spread slow, sly, like honey melting over a knife’s edge.

“There she is,” he had whispered, dragging his thumb across your lower lip. “Finally speaking my language.”

And now it never stopped.

New coats, paid in cash.

Hair appointments that somehow had already been covered.

A tote bag you offhandedly admired? Delivered in three sizes.

The bookstore bill? Cleared.

But with the sugar came the salt.

You were piecing it together.

The names.

The faces.

The scandals that never made it to the papers.

Senators, CEOs, heirs — all of them knotted into his network like flies in a golden spider’s web. And Bellastella?

He wasn’t just the man patching holes in their ships.

He was the tide.

And he could drown them.

Or you.

You caught a glimpse once — a document misfiled, too damning to be fiction. You should have run. But instead, you looked up from the paper to see him across the room, fresh from a shower, damp hair curling at his temples, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and a silk robe like a crime scene Dior model.

And you had one stupid thought:

How can a man shaped like a fridge be so hot?

You closed the file.

Tucked it back.

And when he came over, pressing a kiss to your head and whispering, “Something wrong, amore?”

You just smiled, leaned into him, and said, “Nothing a little cash can’t fix.”

The night air still lingered warm as you settled into the small, cozy restaurant with Barbara, Davide, and Elizabeth. Old friends from your time working under Toti—your lifeline through the chaos he stirred—you’d invited them out to share some laughter, and tonight it felt good to just be normal.

Glasses clinked, stories were traded, and for a few hours, the weight of Bellastella’s shadow lifted. You bought dinner, cracked jokes, and let yourself be a little careless.

Later, when the others excused themselves, Barbara lingered, her eyes gentle but curious.

“So...” she began carefully, “how is Bellastella? Like, really?”

You raised an eyebrow and gave her a deadpan smile. “We’re not having sex.”

Barbara blinked, almost speechless. “Seriously?”

You nodded, shrugging. “Yeah. It’s the one boundary that’s held, surprisingly.”

Both of you shared a quiet laugh, amazed at how bizarrely firm that limit was in your tangled, complicated arrangement.

Then, just as the moment settled, your phone buzzed. His name flashed on the screen.

You answered quickly.

“Where are you?”

No ‘good night’, no ‘Hello, do I catch you at a bad time?’

“Out, do you need anything?” you sound like a worried mom that left their teen at home

“Out?”

“Yes, why?” why is he so pissed? how is what you do with your time any of his business?

He sounded almost amused, but a little too curious.

“I’m at home and you’re not here.”

You froze. “Home?”

No, he can’t be waiting for you, tonight was the one night of the week that he did not asked you to come to his place…wait…why is he worried about not finding you at…could he be at?

“Toti, are you at my apartment?”

“…”

You stared down at your phone, disbelief knotting your stomach. “How did you get inside?!” You might have been angry, or shocked, but all you could manage was the incredulous question that any sane person would shout if a man—this man—was standing in your own kitchen.

“Milk and eggs. We’re out. The convenience store’s still open. Can you pick some up on your way here?”

The calm, domestic command in his voice was so casual it made your skin crawl, like the scene was playing out in a life you’d never wanted but somehow got stuck inside.

You bit your lip, heart pounding, and realized: he owns this space as much as you do.

Or maybe more.

“There’s some carton milk in the cabinet, you can use that, but it’s room temperature now,” you say, half teasing, half resigned.

He chuckles softly. “Got it. You didn’t have any aspirins, so I picked some up. Oh, and the washing machine just finished its cycle—do you want me to put the stuff in the dryer?”

“Yeah, go ahead, but leave the dress out. It needs to dry in the sun,” you reply like you’ve done this a hundred times before.

“And if the washing machine’s done with the dark clothes load…”

“You want me to start it with the light ones?”

“Please,” you say, and he smiles, nodding like you two have been doing this dance for decades.

The quiet rhythm of shared chores, the easy way you coordinate — it feels like a marriage in its own right, even if everything else is tangled in complication.

The smell of his aftershave hits you first, a sharp reminder that he’s made himself quite at home.

You walk in and find him — pantless, shirt wide open like a roman senator in exile, hunched slightly as he clips his toenails on the coffee table, a small trash bin beside him, some old Italian black-and-white film playing at half volume.

You stand there, blinking.

He doesn’t look up. “Hey, amore. Dinner was in the fridge, but I ate it since you went out to eat.”

“…Right,” you say, hanging your coat like this is fine. Completely normal. Clipping toenails. Totally fine.

Later, you head to the bathroom to shower, and that’s when the evidence piles up.

His shaving machine, plugged in on your side of the sink.

His aftershave next to your moisturizer.

His toothbrush in the same glass as yours.

A folded towel hanging on the rack — your towel.

You wrap the towel around you, step out, and—

There he is. In your bed. Under your covers.

He’s sitting upright, shirt still open, legs crossed under the sheets like a dad winding down. Reading on his iPad, full brightness, glasses perched halfway down his nose.

“I took the trash out,” he says casually without looking at you. “We’re out of trash bags. Write it on the fridge.”

You just stare for a second. This isn’t a man crashing at your place. This is a man living here. Like it’s his routine.

And for a second?

You feel like it’s yours too. Like it could be.

And that’s the most dangerous part of all.

On your dresser, your folded clothes are stacked neatly… because the other side has his button-down shirt, a belt, and fresh underwear laid out like he’s going to the office at 9 sharp.

You put on your underwear and pants on, also an old shirt to sleep.

He does not move as the weight on the matress evens out, your hair is damp against your neck. The sheets are warm, his thigh pressed lightly against yours, the glow of the iPad screen flickering across both your faces.

He turns his head a little. “Want me to lower the brightness?”

You nod. “Please.”

He adjusts it without comment, one hand lazily brushing against your knee as he does. You’re not sure if it’s intentional or just his usual I forgot I was touching you routine. Either way, it’s soft. Intimate. And inescapably domestic.

Well, if he wants to act like an old married couple then you will act like an old married couple.

You clear your throat. “Professor Arnold wrote to me.”

That gets his attention. He lowers the iPad entirely, the expression on his face sharpening. “What did that bastard want?”

“Money,” you say plainly. “Says he’s struggling. Then he mentioned his ex-wife. Says she needs money too.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “They always do. What, did he say she was sick? Dying? Pregnant?”

You shake your head. “Didn’t get that far. I blocked him.”

He exhales, satisfied. “Good girl.”

You ignore the flutter in your chest and press on. “But I’ve been thinking about her. The ex-wife.”

Bellastella turns his head toward you slowly, skeptical. “Why?”

“Because I know what it’s like to be dragged into someone else's mess and then abandoned in it,” you say. “She might be struggling. She might need help.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His thumb strokes along the edge of your knee. Then: “You want to find her.”

“I do,” you admit. “Woman to woman. Not because I believe his story—but because I don’t trust it. I want to hear hers.”

He leans his head back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded, thoughtful. “You always surprise me.”

“You always make a mess,” you reply, “so someone has to clean it.”

He hums. “I’ll make some calls tomorrow. I have…methods.”

You side-eye him. “Legal?”

He smirks. “Mmm. Law-adjacent.”

You nudge him with your elbow, but you’re already half-smiling. He catches your hand and kisses the back of it without a word.

His lips linger.

“You’re a good person,” he murmurs against your skin, he does not mean it as an insult, but you know that in his world that is not meant to be a compliment.

“I’m practical,” you reply.

He doesn’t argue. He just rests his cheek on your shoulder, warm and impossibly heavy, like a man who’s spent the day being yours.

He shifts behind you the second the lights go out, instinctively curling around your smaller frame like a shield, like armor, like you’re something soft he needs to guard with every inch of his fridge-shaped body.

You feel it—the full, encompassing weight of him. One leg hooked over yours, an arm slung heavy across your stomach, his face buried in your hair. He sighs in that satisfied, sleepy way he always does when he's finally got you in bed, finally not working, finally allowed to just hold you.

But about three minutes in, you inhale and, very delicately, very politely, whisper:

“…Amore, you’re kind of… crushing me alive.”

There’s a long pause.

Then a grumbled, groggy “Oh.”

He slowly—painfully slowly—peels himself off you like he’s mourning the act, groaning as if he’s doing something deeply selfless. He rolls onto his back with the drama of a Shakespearean death scene, sighing again, the mattress wobbling violently under the shift.

A beat.

Then two strong arms yank you up like a plush toy and unceremoniously drape you over his chest, right where he wants you.

“There. Better,” he mumbles, already half-asleep again.

“Bellastella, I said I was being crushed.”

“Yes,” he nods, eyes closed. “Now I get crushed. Fair’s fair.”

You try to wriggle off him, but he tightens his arms around your waist.

“No,” he protests into your hair. “You’re my pillow. Be still.”

You huff a laugh, the sound muffled against his chest. His heart is loud, slow, steady. One of his hands lazily pets your back in uneven rhythms, the other anchoring your hip as if to say mine.

It’s 1am, doors closed, both phones on mute, your head on his chest, the weight of him holding you in place—not too much now, not crushing. Just right. His heartbeat drums under your ear, steady and warm, like the quiet hum of a radiator in winter.

It comforts you, and it terrifies you.

Because it makes you think.

In a few years, with any luck, your career will lift you out of this limbo. Out of this arrangement. You’ll be lecturing in some far-off city, wearing dignified blazers and being interviewed for academic journals. You’ll be writing papers that get published, teaching students that quote you. You’ll finally be someone.

And he? He’ll still be him. Toti Bellastella. A fixture. Too rich, too dangerous, too charming for his own good. He’ll have a new girl on his arm—of course he will. Someone younger, glossier, born for this world of clinking glasses and gala speeches. Someone who fits in.

You’ll see him sometimes on TV. In the papers. He’ll be smiling that award-winning, career-destroying smile. Maybe you’ll smile too. Maybe you won’t.

And maybe one day when your children - if you ever do choose to have them, will read about him or something, and you will have to swallow the truth: That the man that you cite in articles and they see ont TV was mommy's boyfriend before she met daddy.

They won't believe you

You would not either

You would not believe that a man like Toti once had his eyes on you, his eyes, and hands, and arms.

You will not either

You will think it was a dream, or hallucination, like those weird movies that were transmitted late at night and feel like a fever dream

You did not believe when he first started to notice you professionally, then when he trusted you with his childhood fears or allowed you to see him at his most vulnerable - both high and emotionaly destroyed from the memories that he felt, stained his own right to pleasure.

But tonight—tonight—you have him. His warm chest, his tousled hair, his mouth breathing softly against your forehead. You own this moment. You own him, just for now.

"Can't sleep?" he asks, voice deep with drowsiness.

"No… I’m just… listening to your heartbeat."

A pause.

"You can't."

You blink. “...Why?”

He exhales, and with it, a sleepy, ridiculous murmur that still manages to knock the air from your lungs:

“Because if you looked for my heart… it’s inside of you right now…”

Your chest tightens. You should scoff. You should roll your eyes.

Instead, your fingers find his hair, and you say nothing.

Because tonight, you’re allowed to believe him.

You do.

You believe it.

When he scratches your back gently to soothe you, the words ‘good boy’ catch inside your throat, no, not those words, he hates those.

So you ask

He doesn’t answer right away.

You’re both lying down, tangled, legs a knot of warmth, his arm wrapped around you like it’s the only thing tethering him to the ground. His breath tickles your collarbone. He’s calm—finally calm. But you can feel the tension curled in his stomach, that quiet pull, like an animal that never learned to fully rest.

“You don’t like being called ‘good boy’…” you whisper, careful, like you’re stroking a wound and not a man. “What do I call you?”

He shifts, almost imperceptibly. His fingers twitch against your back. His mouth opens slightly, then closes.

When he speaks, it’s barely audible.

“…Toti is fine.”

His voice is so quiet it almost dissolves into the sheets. But something in it—something brittle and boyish—makes your throat tighten.

You know what he didn’t say.

He didn’t say “baby.”

He didn’t say “darling.”

He didn’t say “love.”

Because those are names someone might use when they're safe, when they want to be seen.

And he? He only reaches for sex when he's scared. When the world tilts too fast and he needs something—anything—to anchor himself. A kiss, a hand, a body. Something to control. Something to feel like he’s choosing, this time.

But not now.

Not with you.

Now he’s quiet. Tired. Letting himself be held.

So you press your lips to his temple, and nod.

“Alright,” you say softly. “Toti it is.”

NEXT CHAPTER IS FROM BELLASTELLA'S POV, READY TO SEE THE MANWHORE'S THOTS THOUGHTS!?

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Fields of gold

Money didn't grow on trees. It was a grain, a cereal - laid out in rows in fields of gold - and Orson was one of the few who knew how to farm it. When harvest time arrived, he would wade between the rushes, into that expanse of gold leaf, and cut tiny crop circles to pass on as coins, which could be traded for the produce he actually needed to survive - oddly, the other farms seemed to prize his harvest more. Seed pods were planted or sold on as nuggets. Straw was spun into gilded thread. On Orson's farm, gold was the new green.

There was no great secret to it. It had helped to set the farm at a higher altitude, so as to better capture to the first light of the day, absorbing the sun's unfiltered golden touch - for example, Orson had planted his fields on the banks of a cloud - but that wasn't essential. Some men even found the seed pods, cast out to the lands below, but kept the nuggets for themselves. They never thought to plant them, water them, and secure the wealth of future generations. But people had always been short-sighted. From his vantage point up in the clouds, Orson could see much further away.

His was a successful undertaking. Orson's fields were strewn with a windfall of golden nuggets and autumnal leaves, and he was raking it in. He was able to purchase anything he needed, and grew hale and hearty on his trade. The fields produced more gold than he could spend, and so the farm had to grow as well: he purchased livestock, whose bodies reacted well to their change in diet. Smaller coins leftover became chickenfeed, and those hens in turn began to lay him golden eggs.

But success attracted attention. Theft. Orson had expanded into cattle, and he was tending to his cash cows - their noses always in the trough - when he caught the burglar in the barn. A man from the world below. Orson thought he recognised him from the marketplace - a failed cattle farmer himself, a victim of his own poor trades. But it seemed that he had swapped profession for one which made pure profit, for Orson certainly recognised the golden goose he held tucked under one arm.

It was no matter. Orson calmly barred the barn door, and headed to the house to collect his tools. Keeping livestock had inured him to this aspect of farming, and he knew that gold was not the only thing worth harvesting. He might not grow his own food, but he had a vague idea of where it came from - and as his cereal crops brought a more valuable yield, he needed something else to grind to make his bread.

[pabs-art]

Here's a 5-person squad for hire we designed on stream today. Each one is based on an ancient currency or commodity money. I'm thinking of calling their group the Lucky Pennies. Quick blurbs on their personalities and skills below.

Nainai - Leader of the group. She's an old woman who was the groundskeeper for a large estate for many years and learned how to fight using her shovel. On her 70th birthday, she had a crisis and became desperate to die with as much money as possible and bribe her way to the afterlife. To this end, she quit her job as a groundskeeper to earn money as an adventurer, using the tactics she observed from bandits as a groundskeeper. This has had mixed results, but she's happy-go-lucky and never lets setbacks get her down for long. She can swap out the head of her shovel for a group of blunt metal parts resembling Knife Money to use it as a flail. She also keeps a flying bi xie jian (coin sword) as a last resort weapon or escape method.

Dancer - Second in command, and a voice of reason to Nainai's more reckless ideas. She was from a rich family that encouraged her to train in traditional arts, including dancing. However, she was more interested in explosives, and eventually was able to gather enough resources to depart from her family and set up a workshop. During an incident with her explosives workshop, she met Nainai, who helped her sort out the consequences. The workshop was destroyed during the incident, so Dancer asked to join Nainai's group. Dancer's the youngest in the group, being in her mid 20's, but due to her height, baby face, and how she clings to Nainai, most people assume she's younger than she actually is. She was the first person to join Nainai's group, and Nainai trusts her completely. She studied a lot of military history while she was still with her family, so the other members of the team respect her tactical capabilities.

Maze - Accountant. He was recruited by Nainai because she wasn't used to tracking cash for an adventuring party. Maze had a lot of experience with this, being in his early 40's and having a decade and a half of adventuring under his belt. When he started adventuring, he joined a group as a porter, and - because his other team members found it was a pain to balance their books - sort of fell into the role of their accountant. Since then, Maze adventured with and served as the accountant for many other groups before joining the Lucky Pennies. The badge on his chest, featuring a labyrinth design, is from a famous bank that recognized his accreditation as an accountant. His last group accused him of embezzlement. After it was exposed the leader was the one appropriating the funds, he quit the group and accepted Nainai's offer to join the Pennies. He has a severe hunch due to his poor posture when he was a porter and from poring over books. He fights using a large lever that can serve as a scale, and he uses his hunch as the fulcrum. If both Nainai and Dancer are out of commission, he's counted on to lead the team. He was recruited around the same time as Wedge joined, so they also get along.

Wedge - The muscle. A massive Ecuadorian woman in her 30's that Nainai recruited into the Pennies from a small fighting tournament. Her family are metalworkers and blacksmiths, a company called Fundacion Manolo. Wedge loved the forge, but she realized she didn't have the same talent for metalwork as her siblings. Her body, however, was much stronger than theirs, and so she decided to support her forge by travelling and advertising it as a prizefighter. The monstrous-looking maul she carries around is made out of a copper alloy. Whenever she beats up someone with copper possessions, she takes their metal, melts it down, and adds it to the mass. She's also counted on by the other members in the Lucky Pennies to do maintenance on their equipment, and Maze occasionally consults her to assess the purity of gold they find in their travels. Cupid also asks her to help repair his iron rods. She's a romantic and is secretly hoping she can meet a lover on her journey.

Cupid - Smooth-talker. Like Dancer and Wedge, he asked to join Nainai's group. Cupid's from a family of sorcerers that uses Kissi Pennies - iron rods twisted in a specific shape - as a magical focus. He had a good head for money and sorcery, and was able to gather a lot of rods - because of this, unlike most of his family which uses them as wands, he "fires" them like arrows from a bow. The iron rod snaps, and the intended effect flies in its place. While this is useful, his true talents are in his ability to relate to others and speaking skills. Nainai and the others count on him to find information about bounties and opportunities, and to barter with their employers and suppliers. He's the most recent person to join the Pennies. He elected to join the Pennies on the advice of one of his business partners. While he had his doubts, he soon realized he felt at home with them and decided to follow them faithfully. He particularly enjoys chatting with Nainai, whose optimism he finds infectious. He's finds reforging the arrows tedious since it requires a special ritual developed by his family, so he tries to conserve them as much as possible.

[secretsappyabode]

ISAT S/I REF LETS GOOOO

name: toinette/tiphanie bio: dormont's resident horticulturalist and sweet tooth. hails from a southern hemisphere country fighting type: rock weak to: paper resistant to: scissors/rock

relationships:

mirabelle - besties!! -struggle with similar anxieties, they try to support each other :') -they're both absolute sweethearts, ask anyone in town -monster bonding club!! -they have book club with odile, discussing stories and theories -mira, isabeau and toinette are all part of the Beauty Alliance club

isabeau - rock buds!! -gets mistaken for siblings a lot. i mean, have you seen them? -they spar together! practise rock type moves with each other -tease each other about their respective crushes (they even deal with their crushes the same way, they're both so helpless) -"noooooo let me protect YOU dangit!!"

bonnie - apprentices!! -bonnie teaches every recipe they know -toinette shows proper fruit and veggie gardening -snack swaps!! bake swaps!! all the food swaps!! -before they had to fight the king, bonnie would hang out in toinette's garden to get a sense of comfort, poor kid :(((

siffrin - safe place -at first thought siffrin was very cool and mysterious, later finds out how much of a shy dork he can be -introvert/extrovert duo!! -they both swap puns, much to the chagrin of the party -siff enjoys her singing voice -share a love for theatre -"flower for you :>"

odile - slow burn -toinette fell first, odile took a while to develop feelings -immense respect for each other at the beginning! -being a traveller herself, toinette tells odile her experiences with vauguarde and their culture, while also talking about her own culture from her birth country. toinette likes to share and odile likes to learn :> -when odile wished for a coin flip, she banked it on whether to ask toinette to come with her to ka bue or not

taglist!! @tex-treasures @nerdstreak

[bnbbropool]

What is the Difference Between a Smart Contract and Blockchain?

In today's digital-first world, terms like blockchain and smart contract are often thrown around, especially in the context of cryptocurrency, decentralized finance (DeFi), and Web3. While these two concepts are closely related, they are not the same. If you’re confused about the difference between a smart contract and blockchain, you’re not alone. In this article, we’ll break down both terms, explain how they relate, and highlight their unique roles in the world of digital technology.

1. Understanding the Basics: Blockchain vs Smart Contract

Before diving into the differences, let’s clarify what each term means.

A blockchain is a decentralized digital ledger that stores data across a network of computers.

A smart contract is a self-executing program that runs on a blockchain and automatically enforces the terms of an agreement.

To put it simply, blockchain is the infrastructure, while smart contracts are applications that run on top of it.

2. What is a Blockchain?

A blockchain is a chain of blocks where each block contains data, a timestamp, and a cryptographic hash of the previous block. This structure makes the blockchain secure, transparent, and immutable.

The key features of blockchain include:

Decentralization – No single authority controls the network.

Transparency – Anyone can verify the data.

Security – Tampering with data is extremely difficult due to cryptographic encryption.

Consensus Mechanisms – Like Proof of Work (PoW) or Proof of Stake (PoS), which ensure agreement on the state of the network.

Blockchains are foundational technologies behind cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin, Ethereum, and many others.

3. What is a Smart Contract?

A smart contract is a piece of code stored on a blockchain that automatically executes when certain predetermined conditions are met. Think of it as a digital vending machine: once you input the right conditions (like inserting a coin), you get the output (like a soda).

Smart contracts are:

Self-executing – They run automatically when conditions are met.

Immutable – Once deployed, they cannot be changed.

Transparent – Code is visible on the blockchain.

Trustless – They remove the need for intermediaries or third parties.

Smart contracts are most commonly used on platforms like Ethereum, Solana, and Cardano.

4. How Smart Contracts Operate on a Blockchain

Smart contracts are deployed on a blockchain, usually via a transaction. Once uploaded, they become part of the blockchain and can't be changed. Users interact with these contracts by sending transactions that trigger specific functions within the code.

For example, in a decentralized exchange (DEX), a smart contract might govern the process of swapping one cryptocurrency for another. The logic of that exchange—calculations, fees, security checks—is all written in the contract's code.

5. Real-World Applications of Blockchain

Blockchains are not limited to cryptocurrencies. Their properties make them ideal for various industries:

Finance – Fast, secure transactions without banks.

Supply Chain – Track goods transparently from origin to destination.

Healthcare – Secure and share patient data without compromising privacy.

Voting Systems – Transparent and tamper-proof elections.

Any situation that requires trust, security, and transparency can potentially benefit from blockchain technology.

6. Real-World Applications of Smart Contracts

Smart contracts shine when you need to automate and enforce agreements. Some notable use cases include:

DeFi (Decentralized Finance) – Lending, borrowing, and trading without banks.

NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) – Automatically transferring ownership of digital art.

Gaming – In-game assets with real-world value.

Insurance – Auto-triggered payouts when conditions (like flight delays) are met.

Legal Agreements – Automatically executed contracts based on input conditions.

They’re essentially programmable agreements that remove the need for middlemen.

7. Do Smart Contracts Need Blockchain?

Yes. Smart contracts depend entirely on blockchain technology. Without a blockchain, there's no decentralized, secure, and immutable platform for the smart contract to run on. The blockchain guarantees trust, while the smart contract executes the logic.

8. Which Came First: Blockchain or Smart Contract?

Blockchain came first. The first blockchain, Bitcoin, was introduced in 2009 by the anonymous figure Satoshi Nakamoto. Bitcoin’s blockchain didn’t support smart contracts in the way we know them today. It wasn’t until Ethereum launched in 2015 that smart contracts became programmable on a large scale.

Ethereum introduced the Ethereum Virtual Machine (EVM), enabling developers to build decentralized applications using smart contracts written in Solidity.

9. Common Misconceptions

There are many misunderstandings around these technologies. Let’s clear a few up:

Misconception 1: Blockchain and smart contracts are the same.

Reality: They are separate components that work together.

Misconception 2: All blockchains support smart contracts.

Reality: Not all blockchains are smart contract-enabled. Bitcoin’s blockchain, for example, has limited scripting capabilities.

Misconception 3: Smart contracts are legally binding.

Reality: While they enforce logic, they may not hold legal standing in court unless specifically written to conform to legal standards.

10. Benefits of Using Blockchain and Smart Contracts Together

When used together, blockchain and smart contracts offer powerful advantages:

Security – Combined, they ensure secure automation of processes.

Efficiency – Remove delays caused by manual processing.

Cost Savings – Eliminate middlemen and reduce administrative overhead.

Trustless Interactions – Parties don't need to trust each other, only the code.

This combination is the backbone of decentralized applications (DApps) and the broader Web3 ecosystem.

11. Popular Platforms Supporting Smart Contracts

Several blockchain platforms support smart contracts, with varying degrees of complexity and performance:

Ethereum – The first and most widely used platform.

Solana – Known for speed and low fees.

Cardano – Emphasizes academic research and scalability.

Polkadot – Designed for interoperability.

Binance Smart Chain – Fast and cost-effective for DeFi apps.

Each platform has its own approach to security, scalability, and user experience.

12. The Future of Blockchain and Smart Contracts

The future looks incredibly promising. With the rise of AI, IoT, and 5G, the integration with blockchain and smart contracts could lead to fully automated systems that are transparent, efficient, and autonomous.

We may see:

Global trade systems are using smart contracts to automate customs and tariffs.

Self-driving cars using blockchain to negotiate road usage.

Smart cities are where infrastructure is governed by decentralized protocols.

These are not sci-fi ideas; they are already in development across various industries.

Conclusion: A Powerful Partnership

Understanding the difference between smart contracts and blockchain is essential in today's rapidly evolving digital world. While blockchain provides the secure, decentralized foundation, smart contracts bring it to life by enabling automation and trustless execution.

Think of blockchain as the stage, and smart contracts as the actors that perform on it. Separately, they're impressive. But together, they're revolutionary.

As technology continues to evolve, the synergy between blockchain and smart contracts will redefine industries, reshape economies, and unlock a new era of digital transformation.

[sketchiefoxie]

Rottmnt X Adventure Time AU

Ok, so quick update on the characters!! I decided to swap around some of the character roles, to better fit the story and over all character themes. Especially since I’ll be doing Inktober this year, and drawing each prompt for the Rottmnt X Adventure Time AU.

Mikey + Finn = Mikinn

Leo + Ice King = Frigid Leon

Donnie + Princess Bubblegum = Prince DubbleBubble (Donnabelle lol)

Raph + Jake = Japh

April + Marceline = Apriline

Mikey Clone + Lemongrab = LemonMike

Shelldon + Peppermint Butler = Peppermint Shelldon

Mona Lisa (2k12) + Lady Rainicorn = Lady Salamander

Frida = Flame Princess

Big Mama + Flame King = Flame Queen

Cass = Ice Elemental

Sunita = Slime Princess

Draxum = Betty

Krang + Shape Shifting Alien = its still called the Krang, it just has shifting powers. Shredder = Lich

Splinter + Cosmic owl = Cosmic Rat

Casey JR + Huntress Wizard = Vigilante Wizard

Tree Trunks is a piggy bank named “Miss Porky Coin”. If you know you know.

Side characters that appear as Mikey: BMO, Prismo, Magic Man, plus extras like other princesses and characters.

[19thperson]

19th's Steam Next Fest Impressions Oct 2024 Edition - Day 1

It's here yet again. The time where I torture myself by playing too many demos and then yell into the void about what I felt playing them.

Random Access Mayhem

Action Roguelite about robots with a hotswap mechanic, jumping from enemy body to enemy body, each one having a vastly different playstyle.

First thing I noticed was that it had no dodge roll. So many games had been in the influence of souls and gungeon that it felt weird at first. But I grew to like it. 1) your movement, especially with certain bots, is enough that you don't need it and 2) points of guaranteed damage aren't as big a deal when you can swap

My complaints are one reasonable and one unreasonable:

Unreasonable: the trailer showed off a town that I wanted to explore, but it isn't in the demo.

Reasonable: The art style sometimes confuses me on elevation. Something will be wall that looks like a continuation of floor, and I'll wonder why I'm hitting an invisible field.

Puzzle Depot

A sokoban game where you play as a professional box pusher who volunteers themselves as a week long cryosleep test subject. It ends up lasting longer than a week and the world turns to shit. Now use those box pushing skills to survive the wastes.

I was surprised at how expansive this demo was. Instead of isolated rooms, the first level was a series of interconnected rooms in your facility. Further, you play through it in 3 different time periods, reusing the same layouts in different puzzles. There were a lot of optional puzzles and side objectives, and a lot of reason to replay.

My main complaint is that while you can reset a room, you can't do a single move undo. but considering that the game has a health system I understand the impetus. Plus Void Stranger also got away with that.

Dinocop

In a world where they jurassic park'd dinos, turns out they were intelligent enough that zoo-ing them was a bad look. So now it's an uneasy human-dinosaur society. You play as Dinocop, who was genetically engineered to be a cop because they needed a dinocop for image purposes but no one wanted to volunteer for ACAB reasons. And now you gotta solve a crime at the Dinosaur Rights Convention

Gameplay is exploration and time management. People go about to different places through the day and you fight info by being in the right place and right time. I wasn't able to fully test how in depth the system goes; after my first run, the game softlocked and I didn't want to bother.

It's a comedy game as expected but it's… a lot more bitter than expected and a bit too on the nose. Not as funny as Frog Detective, but has more going on mechanically. It has potential.

Neon Village

It's Luck Be A Landlord but match 3. Get coins by clearing similar colored blocks. Certain symbols synergize with each-other for more coins. Pay the bank increasing rent by the end of 12 turns.

Core gameplay is good enough, but it has some UI problems. Whenever you get rewards, instead of bringing it straight up for you to choose, the icon for it lingers to the side, and you have to manually click it. The problem is match-3 is inherently engaging enough that I kept forgetting those were there.

None Shall Intrude

Roguelike deckbuilder about being a dragon trying to conquer the nearby kingdom and kill the slayer. It has an interesting system where your attacks change the tiles on the grid, into things like lava points, boulders, tornadoes, and then using your cards on said points create different interactions. That being said, while I see the space for strategic depth, it didn't really "stand out" too much as yet another deckbuilder. Should be interesting for the type who can't get enough of those, though.

[la-alert]

Top 4 who?!

What’s up alert baes! Have y’all been looking for us? We know you have. So how was your superbowl weekend? Did you have a blast? Hit big what’s tea? Send us some coins bookie butts! Anyways we know you’re here for the mess, but this week we don’t even think there is truly any mess so we’ll give you what you got.

First we want to say welcome to the city new alert baes! Get comfortable, have fun, be messy we like those types around here. But not too messy like a medium messy. Anyways, we heard through the grapevine that two little birdies have been getting cozy with one another. Little Miss Royce and Y’Mir, now we don’t know nothing about nothing so please, take it with a grain of salt! But your neighbors really nosey as hell for telling us this.

Moving right along, did y’all see Koyana asking if somebody wants to trick on her? Girl let us tell you right now, ain’t gone happen. These scammers with no scams, drug dealers with legal weed, boosters with fake clothes ugh! CHOPPED! Oh yea go ahead and tap in with Kira, and she gone have your bank account drained by tomorrow morning. Girl these folks don’t got it like that for real. We need to see the tricks come out for Valentine’s Day!

Oh yeaa Tyler, what you got going on? Lol baby when we say this new girly thing you got going on was not on our bingo card we mean it! Sis done said she wanna be treated like a princess and next thing you know she pop out with heels on dressing all cute and girly. So is it safe to say she not for the girlies any more or is this just a phase?

Date night? We know dats righttt! Looks like our baby boy Eden W has finally said he wanna try some other things out and we not mad at him. He was spotted out with Kyler having a cute lil dinner date at Stk. Baby don’t hurt our man! But it’s good to see somebody out here going on dates. And don’t y’all go doing your weird thing either. Let that man be happy!

Let’s touch on this and gone to the next. Y’all put a call out for fine men and baby we was a lil shocked to see who was in them likes. Jamila, you cool? Jace do you need a refund on the world? Or is this one of them little break up to make up stunts? Not really sure but did ya’ll know Jace has a sister? Shocking right, cause we ain’t seen the boy support his sister half as much as he support a relationship. Do better, but she seemed to have had something to say about a little situation. “Date people in the same intelligence and spiritual bracket as you” who dat was for Bailey, and of course ya’ll favorite songstress had to co sign Hi Serenity! You and Zakhi confessed your love for each other yet? We’ll be here waiting with that exclusive photoshoot when ya do! NEXTTT!

Sooo…the big fuss this week was all about little miss Yasmin making a tweet saying “She can’t be friends with a girl that has the same taste as she does” confused the hell out of us. But thank you messy June for that retweet! We loved to see it, and why Yasmin gone try to pull that “as a man line”. Girl boo and bye, he did right! We might have to hire him lol. Anyways Free was with her on Sunday, Aniyaa on Monday and with Jamila at the park swapping tin foil pans Tuesday! By the way, how are you even friends with that man? Something in the water ain’t clean but anywaysss. The three Jamila, Free and Aniyaa was all together that same night. Everyone denied it on by Wednesday with the original “I’m single” tweet. Mind you we didn’t say y’all was dating or in a relationship. We just saw two homegirls sharing a nigga. And hmm, Yasmin claims her and Aniyaa talked about it but that was a fast ass talk we’ll say that.

No way in this lifetime we see any of you actually being for real friends when you keep going after the same men. But we like that keep the mess going! So disclaimer, beware of who you befriend around here cause you just might be dipping in your besties pot!

Last but not least, the big fuckin 4! Girl who is even the big 4 of anything around here? We don’t even know why this is even a thing. Nobody here is more important than the next. Y’all dona weird thing every now and then and be shocked when you get clocked. Now somebody took the liberty to send in a list of who they considered to the big 4 and we have to say….don’t quit your day job because none of those people would be big 4 of anything. What we will say is give every one a chance. Reach out to the person who you don’t see around often they might not be around cause nobody talks to them. But at least try and don’t just dump somebody off to the side when a relationship comes into play. You still need friends to do your own thing. Anyways we gotta go, it’s Valentine’s Day week and our mans is taking us out the country! Bye!

[combatukulele]

made an alt account in Pokemon go (back when I still had an old phone that could connect to Wi-Fi) so I could trade since I don't have any friends, and I started using it to kick my pokemon out of gyms when they've been sitting to long and I'm making bank but I'm afraid I'm gonna go to swap accounts one day and officer Jenny's gonna pop up and be like woah buddy where do you think you're going with all those coins

[reality-detective]

Thinking that there is going to be a BIG biblical scenario where they make out it's WW# but really they are activating Militaries then bombing all of these Satanic Luceriferian landmarks. Enacting GESARA funds and We The People rebuild.

THE EVENT. IT IS BIBLICAL.

WhipLash

What are some of the Very BIG Satanic Illuminati landmarks in the world. Q showed us them. Vatican, Buchinghan Palace, Whitehouse x 2 (USA, Germany), 3GD in China. Cern on the Swiss/French Border possible. What about Russia?

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Big Pharma in Wuhan = Isreal

Isreal/Khazarians controls CCP.

The Media etc

34 Satanic Buildings and Dams will Fall.

Rods of God

WORLDWIDE over the coming days to Easter. Ending of Biblical Period.

Planes & Trains grounded

Lights/Power switched off

Changing over to Tesla Free energy

34 Satan buildings & dams bombed

Bitcoin Servers trued off

99.5% of Crypto gone China Coins.

WW3 Scare Event. Nuke Sirens

Water Event

Stock Market Crash

Global Martial Law

CASTLE ROCK -Scenario

Quantum Systems. Project Odin Switched on.

Nesara/Gesara/RV

Election Flipping via Military Courts

Military Tribunals/confessions/10 day movie

Revals

Inauguration

The ISRAELI MOSSAD control the WORLD's MEDIA out of the US.

Attached is Q1871 outlining this.

Project Odin as mentioned by Ron CodeMonkeyz is a POWERFUL Anti-Deplatforming Tool.

Project Odin is part of Quantum Starlink. Our new Quantum Systems are to be protected by Secret Space Programs out of the Cabal's reach.

Q2337 tells you Mossad Media Assets will be removed. Think people like Alex Jones, Anderson Cooper etc and also Mossad Satellites.

Israeli intelligence - stand down.

[TERM_3720x380-293476669283001]

Media assets will be removed.

This part of 2527 tells you that something powerful is going to knock out Mossad Media Satellites. This will blackout the media worldwide, Switch us over to the Quantum Systems. This is PROJECT ODIN. All in All give the reason to Activate the Military EBS.

Starlink [17] seems to of tactically placed itself at the right time.

If you look up the TURKSAT Rocket that launched from the USA in January you will see it was specifically for MILITARY COMMS to peoples TV's & RADIO's in AFRICA, MIDDLE EAST, EUROPE & CENTRAL ASIA.

THE EVENT has many facets too it.

The WorldWide Blackout to change over to TESLA Energy. Knocking out Media Satellites, QFS, Rods of God on Dams & 34 Buildings & much much more.

34 Buildings will be in the EVENT.

They are very significant.

Ie Whitehouse, Royal Castles, Buckingham Palace, Vatican, Getty Museum, Playboy Mansion and the like.

This will surely make the Stock Market collapse. It is all a show, 99.5% of Crypto's will be removed from existence with the event.

Swapping from Rothschilds Central Bank Notes to Rainbow Treasury Notes now backed by Precious Metals (Not Oil/Wars)

Tomorrow free money stops for backs. Bonds sell of to get off books. Seems all is lined up for scare event...stay safe.

Are we still comfy ?

Or are we scared ?

A little bit of both is normal.

Trump keeps his promises.

Have faith in the Lord Our God.

He will comfort you through the storm.

Who saw in January up to 10 countries at once have their power all turned off by the Space Force?

Just before that Israel had that happen for 30 mins too.

If they can turn 10 at once off all together. They can do the whole lot. Welcome to Tesla.

BLACKOUT NECESSARY.

Have a look at all the Global Military "Exercises" now being put in place.

Defender Europe 21 covering Europe & Africa.

Australia has one same time as Defender Europe. US just announced involvement.

Its all happening in front of you.

It's a GLOBAL MILITARY Operation

Transition to Gesara.

Now they just have to play out a fake WW3 scenario to ring sirens in every National Military Command Center.

This is to justify to the Whole Entire Planet many things that have been taking place already. The fact that Gesara Military Law has been in place. The Secret Military Tribunals, Confessions etc. The executions the lot. And like all militaries normally do they will help build new things.

- Benjamin Fulford

[mweothe11e]

Hi. I'd love to join your newest game. Here are the following information:

1. Initials: IEKA

2. Go-to-Self-Empowering song: Karera (this was actually a hard question for me to answer since it took me time to think about the answer but this song is by a filipino girl group, BINI. Actually had 2 groups in mind but I went with the recent song I kept on listening atm)

3. Question: I believe my dream life looks like someone who lives in intentionality and with purpose. I believe my dream life would involve me being secure (I don't have to be unbelievably rich but stable enough to not worry about my expenses) and at peace with my decisions and the situation I am in. I would be with people who genuinely love and care for me, the same with me showing love to my community. Finally, I would be action-oriented and driven with fulfilling the purpose I have in this world.

Thank you!

Hi IEKA,

Thank you so much for participating in my new ask game~

Ooooh a BINI fan! Hi! Ahehehe~ That’s a really nice song~

I love that for you! A dream life doesn’t have to always be this big and glamourous ultra rich lifestyle. I hope and wish you achieve the stability you desire~

The cards I pulled for you regarding the Encouragement of your Future Self are:

Page of Wands, 2 of Coins, Wheel of Fortune

These are the things your Future Self wants to tell you:

“Being adventurous pays the bills~ Ahehehe, interpret it however way you desire…”

“If you’re gonna be delulu, be delusionally positive about the outcome of your hard work. People wanna pay you more bonuses because of your cheery personality.”

“Risks are opportunities for the brave and bold. If you want something, dream big about it.”

“You’ll get to the point in your life where we’re actually amazing at living a healthy and sustainable work-personal life balance.”

“Don’t feel low because of unexpected situations. Treat it like a challenge and reap the benefits and rewards in the end. Also, know your worth. If you know you’re being underpaid, ask for a raise. Good luck dealing with that annoying stingy boss though~”

“Being street smart will help us make our dream life a reality quicker and easier. Keywords to live by: adaptability and resourcefulness.”

“You don’t have to sacrifice love for money, or vice versa. Be with someone who elevates and improves your life, not drags you down and drowns you in debt.”

“Learn how to be financially literate as early as possible. Don’t rely on one income and get strategic and creative. Caving into conformity would make us drown in bills more than earn extra income.”

“Never sacrifice your health for overtime. Be abundantly compensated for your hard work. If not, find someone who knows your worth and will support you in your goals in life.”

“Search up FU Money and Infinite Banking. You’ll thank me later~”

“Cut off all deadweight in your life. You know who I’m talking about. Ever heard of Destiny Swap? Yup, it’s those sons of btcxhs.”

“What comes around goes around~ (BGM: Justin Timberlake: What Comes Around) They will suffer for doing you dirty~ Bwuahahahaha, though unfortunately you won’t be able to witness their downfall in person.”

“The scales are balancing soon~ be prepared to ride the unexpected waves of blessings and lessons. Learn to discern which is which. Also, don’t be a stubborn ass. Yup, I just have to say it. You know what needs to be done. You know who tricked you. You know who doesn’t deserve you? *feel my knowing glare towards you from the future* Do it.”

This is all I can read for you.

Do let me know how this resonates with you.

(This reading is for entertainment purposes only)

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A Day At the Park

whoa what me actually writing a thing ?? this is a companion piece to this art I did a few days ago. i just had such a clear scenario in my head that this sorta just wrote itself asdfghk not much plot, just a bunch of scenes in the same setting strung together. _

“I would like to purchase a balloon, please.”

The poor vendor stared up at me, eyes wide. I had done my best to make myself seem smaller, crouching down and keeping my voice in a soft volume as I greeted him with a smile, but I suppose I was still rather intimidating from the small folk’s perspective. Despite the fact I had lowered myself to make conversation with the balloon seller easier, I still loomed far above the crowds. They moved like gentle waves at the beach, though they parted to allow myself space in a small radius. Whether this action was done out of respect or fear (or perhaps both) I cannot say for certain, but I could see out of the corner of my eye their gazes upon me as they passed.

For a moment the vendor of the cart was silent, before then asking in a somewhat trembling voice “Wh-what colour, sir?” “Hm…” I briefly mulled over my options, observing the colourful little floating bundle attached to the cart. Then, I pointed to my choice. “Pink, please. It’s such a lovely shade after all, almost like a flower.” The balloon seller took the lead of my chosen balloon off from the main bunch and I held out my hand with the money to him. “Sorry, these coins and bank notes are too small for me to separate them properly” I explained, “Please, take the amount you need.” He looked at me, then at my hand, then finally moved to take the fee. Then he held the balloon out and I carefully took the string between my forefinger and thumb. I thanked the man, and stood up. As I stood up, I deposited the remaining money into one of my pockets. I would need to determine a more suitable method of carrying it, given how minuscule and easy to lose track it was. Perhaps it would be better to swap its place with the money I had brought from home in my coin purse, though that would be done later. Seeing the little floating rose-colored toy I had just bought and the happy little park before me brought me great joy. Though I out-sized everything around me, the charm of the miniature amusement park spoke to my more carefree inclinations. And so I stayed in place for a moment, taking it in. I soon noticed that some of the small folk’s children had apparently began to think of me as part of the park itself. One girl had climbed up onto my shoe, shouting joyfully to her family as if she had triumphantly scaled a mountain. The child was then promptly ushered away by her concerned parents. A while later, another group and their young children had come. In much the same manner, the children broke away from their guardians and began to jump and run around at my feet. I chuckled and lowered myself towards them, setting my briefcase down beside myself. “Would it be all right if I let the children have a ride on my hand?” I asked the adults of their group. They agreed, and so I lowered my free hand to the young ones. They were quite excited, and shouted happily as I slowly raised my hand a responsible amount off the ground with the three of them on it. I then found myself surrounded by even more curious children and families. I gladly entertained them, allowing my hand to become a tunnel to hide in, or something to wrestle with. I raised and lowered my hand back and forth with them as cargo, and gently poked at them. Eventually, after some time, the small crowd that had gathered around me was satisfied and I sent off the last of them with a wave good-bye. Next, I picked my briefcase back up and decided to observe some of the more “grand” structures in the park. I slightly raised my heel to signal to the crowds to “please make way”, and when they did so, I stepped very carefully into the spot they had cleared for me, apologising to them for the inconvenience I had caused. I made my way through the crowd like this for a short bit, until I came up to what I had my sights set on.

An observation wheel, with a diameter that made it about as tall as I was, lazily rotated and gave the small folk onboard an opportunity to view the world at a level that must have been on par with my own. I stood by to watch it go through its rotation, and I believe I saw a few of the people inside its cabins wave at me as they reached its peak. “Hello, little people,” I said in return, smiling. Something else had caught my attention after a few moments. It was a roller coaster, speeding by on its tracks and completing a loop, much to the excitement of its passengers. I observed it for a few laps, quite mesmerized by the movement. I felt somewhat wistful at the fact that I wouldn’t be able to join the small folk on these rides, but observing was enough fun in its own right, given my own relatively unique perspective in this miniature world I found myself in. Then the ride came to a halt. It was mid-way through the loop this time, leaving its occupants in a rather uncomfortable position. I was very nearly convinced that this was just part of its routine somehow, but after a few minutes I felt the smallest of tugs at the leg of my trousers. When I looked down to see what had caused it, I saw someone who I assumed to be an operator of the ride, judging by her uniform. She seemed to be pleading with me, gesturing towards the roller coaster and perhaps saying something I couldn’t quite catch. It then became clear to me that the coaster stopping like that was unplanned, a malfunction of some sort apparently. Realising that I was capable of helping, I set down my briefcase and handed over my balloon to the ride operator to watch over while I dealt with it. I walked over to where the train had stopped and began to assess the situation. The most obvious solution to me at the time was to just take the entire train off the tracks. And so I began to do just that. The metal squeaked and popped as I started at one end of the train, twisting and pulling each cart until I felt each attachment point give. I spoke occasional reassurances to the passengers, apologising if I happened to jostle them a bit too much while I worked. As the train was gradually freed, I supported it with my unoccupied hand, and eventually the entirety of it came off the track. A celebration of cheers and clapping erupted from those onboard and on the ground as I righted the coaster train in my hands. I smiled down at them, and carefully placed the vehicle on the ground next to where the recently-arrived emergency response team was. I entrusted the rest to them, and after retrieving my items, I went on my way to enjoy the rest of the park.

I had spent the rest of the day simply people watching and enjoying the atmosphere around me from then on. With the rest of the tiny currency I had on me, I chose to sample the food offerings of the park stands. Though I would have liked to have had enough to fill up on, I wasn’t very fond of the idea of being a big greedy ruffian who takes everything from those smaller than himself and so I made do with just sampling.

The sun was beginning to set and I found that I had quite the enjoyable day. Though I may not have been able to partake in activities in the same way I would have back home, I enjoyed the time I spent nevertheless. And so, with my balloon in hand, I left the park.

[mixing0]

Ideas for a potential (and ideal for my tastes) Kirby Party game!!

This'll be long, obviously, so I'm leaving everything under the cut.

At its core, the game is a literal copy-and-paste of classic Mario Party. Everyone moves around the board, gathering more of a select item than their competitors to win, with minigames sprinkled throughout. No differences there. The difference comes from what the objects are, in this case.

On the topic of stars:

Here, stars are replaced with food items, given out by Kawasaki who replaces Toad. Whenever Kawasaki is moved, through any means, he prepares a new, unique food item.

When you get to Kawasaki, you can spend 20 point-stars (the Kirby equivalent of coins) for whatever he offers. Or you could spend 25 point-stars to get a different food selected at random.

Why does this matter? Because you can eat these food items for special bonuses, offering a nice helping of strategy to the established norm. Eating them means you lose a point, however, so it should be used very carefully to be effective.

Outside of those, at least one food is offered that has no stat effects and is just your bog standard.

On the topic of items:

Originally, I had planned for most of the items to come straight from Mario Party 2, but after looking more closely into the item system of Parties 5-7 (mainly 6 because it serves as another big influence on the project), I fell in love with the nuance and strategy that could be employed.

With that in mind, I was thinking about revamping the item system and number of items to better fall in line with this style. However, I'll still share the old item lineup, just for personal reference:

Wheelies act as mushrooms, letting you roll two dice blocks, while Rex Wheelies let you roll three.

Warp Stars act as, well, Warp Blocks, letting you swap places with a random player.

The Dimension Mirror allows you to move backward along a board when used. (And this will be more costly, so as not to be absolutely broken like the Reverse Mushroom was.)

The Vat-luck moves Kawasaki to a different space.

The Noddy Network calls Nightmare upon a player of your choosing.

The Enticing Cheese calls Daroach, while the Stinky Cheese prevents Daroach from stealing from you.

The Dinner Bell warps you straight to Kawasaki.

The Invisibility Stone lets you walk through alternate pathways.

The Nebula Chest steals a random item.

The Dueler's Sword... is self-explanatory.

On the topic of boards:

I conceptualized 12 main boards for the game. At the moment, they are:

Augmented Area (Technology-themed.)

Foody Feilds (Grassland, Food-centric theming.)

Corruption Cavern (Mining cave theme.)

Dusky Drawings (Spooky Mansion + Art theme)

Basalt Boulevard (Fire/Lava theme)

Royalty Ring (Castle theme)

Headstrong Honky-tonk (A casino in Merry Magoland.)

Galvanized Garden

Sanguine Sands (Western theme)

Mauve Mountain

Impeccable Iceberg

Nightmare's Nexus (Space Theme)

I may end up removing some of these, adding more, or changing a few of these ideas around.

On the topic of characters:

The roster includes:

Kirby

King Dedede

Meta Knight

Bandana Dee

Marx

Gooey

Adeleine

Ribbon

Magolor

Taranza

Susie

Elfilin

With the following making an appearance as non-playable characters:

Kawasaki (as the host.)

Nightmare (filling Bowser's role.)

Escargoon (who owns the bank.)

Daroach (filling in for Boo.)

Mr. Shine and Mr. Bright (who operate the day/night cycle.)

and other well-known enemies (who serve the other roles as needed.)

Each playable character will have a unique outfit for every board except for two. No one will have a unique outfit on Basalt Boulevard, and everyone will have a unique outfit on Nightmare's Nexus.

The character that does not have a unique outfit on the given board plays an integral role at the end if they lose, triggering a boss fight that acts as a final minigame (sort of similar to the boss minigames in Mario Party 9).

And that's everything I had! I hope you guys like my ideas!

Oh, and be sure to look out for the art I'll be making for this in the future. I've already made a few things for it, but they're all so old now that I feel like revamping them.