#Installments with zip pay

[brewer36]

https://item.mercari.com/gl/m89592330115?sv=0

[nyoomerr]

Luo Binghe Shimeji (Extended Version!)

a couple years ago, riladoo created an adorable binghe shime! he could be picked up and tossed around your computer screens, climb around on all your windows, multiply, and all the other cute things that come in the standard base shimeji set.

more recently, i reached out to riladoo with a commission request - more action sets for binghe! over the past couple months, riladoo has worked hard to make some adorable binghe art, and i've updated all the source code and config files to accommodate the new actions! 🎉

the extended action set includes: - a 'sit and eat' idle action - two 'head patting' actions when the mouse hovers over him - a 'fall and cry' action for when he falls from tall heights - a 'land nicely' action for when you place him down gently

the original binghe shime listing on riladoo's gumroad has been updated to have all these new actions, so go grab him now!! he's free / pay what you want! 🥰

i've put more details about the new action sets + general shimeji setup tips below the cut, but otherwise -- LET THE BINGHE COMPUTER INFECTION COMMENCE !!

**these extended actions only work on windows, not mac. sorry ;w; the original shime set has a mac version, though!

Extended Action Set Details

when you download the files from riladoo, you're looking for the .zip file labeled "Updated Shime code" !

sit and eat this is an idle action that will trigger randomly the same as any other idle action. if you want to trigger it manually, you can right click the shime -> 'set behavior' -> 'sit and eat'

head pats these are 'stay' actions that will trigger automatically when you hover your mouse over the shime. i recommend hovering your mouse over his head for maximum head-pat-effectiveness! unfortunately, this action won't play if the shime is actively climbing a wall/ceiling - maybe in the future this can be extended further, but for now there are only head patting actions for sitting and standing poses :>

falling variations (crying / default / land nicely) there are now a total of 3 'falling' actions. to see the 'fall and cry' action, allow binghe to fall from the top half of your monitor. to see the standard/original 'fall and trip' action, allow binghe to fall from the low-mid range portion of your monitor. to see the 'land nicely' action, gently place binghe down at the bottom of your monitor. this means you're rewarded for catching binghe when he falls off a window - if you catch him and set him down, he lands nicely, but if you let him fall normally, he'll start crying!! 🥰

Shimeji Installation Tips

if you've never had a shimeji before - don't worry, they're super easy to install! i recommend following this video tutorial created by the person who originally created the source code for shimeji. you can skip the parts about downloading the shimeji itself - you'll get that from riladoo's website :>

if you install everything but opening the shimeji executable does nothing, download jarfix to resolve this issue.

if you follow the tutorial and update the 'interactive windows' but the shime still doesn't stand/climb on the specified windows, restart your computer to resolve this issue. alternatively, make sure you don't have any 'unexpected' monitors plugged in - a friend of mine had their shime constantly falling down through their monitor onto their screen drawpad, which was confusing until it got figured out!

if you are on mac instead of windows.... i am so sorry i actually have no idea how to help 🙇‍♂️ the original/default binghe shimeji set DOES have a mac os folder in with the downloads, but i've never tested it (don't use mac), and even if it works, it won't include the extended actions (i didn't build an executable for mac with the new code).

More Questions???

feel free to hit me up! in the replies of this post / through DMs / send an ask - whatever is best for you. i'll tag any asks i get about the shime with #binghe shime chronicles so they get archived nicely. i got very familiar with all the source code / config files to get this lil guy set up with his extended actions, so hopefully i can answer any questions you have! 💪😤

that's all!! i am so happy w how the new actions turned out - the art riladoo did for them is SO cute! - and i hope y'all will be, too!

[pfhwrittes]

taking a leaf out of @syoddeye’s book and talking about divorced versions of the 141 under the cut.

(pass me the emergency cigarette 🚬)

trigger warnings: controlling financial behaviour/financial abuse, stalking, referenced off screen masturbation, religion/catholicism, implied blowjob (johnny receiving), noncon.

pairings: john price x gender neutral reader, simon “ghost” riley x gender neutral reader, john “soap” mactavish x gender neutral reader, kyle “gaz” garrick x gender neutral reader.

a little unedited drabble typed up on my phone for you all 💜

18+ only please and thank you due to suggestive content below the cut!

look, sy said it best with their posts when it comes to ex-husband john price.

he’ll let you stretch out your leash, let you go running into the arms of another person if he has to, but remember sweetheart — he made vows to do right by you and he plans on keeping them.

monthly maintenance payments, paid in a hand delivered envelope of cash, are a regular occurrence. every third thursday of the month he darkens your doorstep. the envelope is fat with five pound notes and he takes great pleasure in making you count it all out in front of him every time.

he also doesn’t tell you that he still has access to the online portals where you he pays your electric and water bill. silly thing, he understands divorce is hard but really you should’ve noticed that you haven’t received a bill from them in years. however, if he spots that wet blanket you call your new partner sniffing around again he’ll happily let you freeze…

simon riley swore until “death does you part” and he means it.

you can move addresses, change your number, delete and remake your social media presence under a new name as many times as you like but while there’s still breath in his body and grave dirt under his nails, you are his.

don’t fight him, you were the first soft perfect beautiful good thing in his life and like a dog on a scent he will always find you.

your new place is nice, love, but you really should get them locks looked at. did he mention that he loves the new underwear you bought? no? that’s alright he’ll leave you a token of his appreciation spattered on the soft material of the gusset for you to find later…

johnny mactavish was married under the eyes of God, and what God has brought together let no man tear asunder. what’s that hen? you married him in a different ceremony? aye, he knows. you married him in a different ceremony. he married you as a Catholic.

don’t worry bonnie thing, he’ll let you atone for your numerous sins. start with some Hail Marys on your knees and don’t even think about moving your hands from the zip on his jeans. if you’re good he’ll let you take Communion. if you’re bad, well, you know what they say about washing the mouths of sinners out with soap…

kyle garrick makes your divorce proceedings as easy and as amicable as possible. he doesn’t accuse you of finding love elsewhere, he doesn’t beg to stay in the housing on base the two of you share. in fact as soon as he’s presented with the no-fault paperwork he signs and moves out that day with a lingering kiss to your cheek and a murmur in you ear that he’ll come to you immediately if you need anything, babe.

what you don’t know is that eight weeks before you got up the guts to ask for a divorce, he spotted your search history on the clever bit of kit he installed on your phone and put in a request to dissolve your housing agreement.

times ticking babe, even though you don’t know it, you’ve only got four weeks left on your tenancy and twenty weeks until proceedings start. don’t worry, he knows there’s no hard feelings. he even put your favourite sheets on the bed in his new flat off base — where he plans on keeping you until that silly idea of a divorce has leaked out of your ears under all the affection he plans on smothering you with…

[pinkydevil16]

HIIII okay so i literally have just headcanoned tyler as a massive sub so i was wondering if you could write some headcanons or a small imagine of him just being subby?! all i know is that man is a big whimperer and he’s clingy…super okay if you don’t wanna write this btw!!! i hope you have a great day/night <3

yes yes yes

Headcanons

• This man is soo clingy

• Tyler is obsessed with his girl/boy needing to be around them 24/7 always wanting to be holding hands or touching them somehow

• Calls out sick for work if they're off work so he can cuddle all morning

• Doesn't understand why he's always so jealous until he realises he's a hyde

• Is super subby, he's so violent and blood thirsty as the hyde that he craves comfort and control

• LOVES to be choked

•seriously grab this guys throat and he's whimpering and calling you mummy/daddy without realising it

• Aftercare is a must, he needs to be smothered and taken care go

• Going down if a fine art to this man, if you can make him a whimpering mess with a few words he has to absolutely pay it back 10x

• SLURPS

• Not afraid of PDA and deserves all the kisses even if he gets punished later

• Jealousy leads to pegging or aggressive bottoming

• Head scratches are a must

• Being called good boy in the bedroom or normal life- he relishes the pet name

•Baby Boy

• Loves to curl up and watch movies

• Wants to spoil his SO but doesn't want to be overbearing

• So afraid of losing them

• Terrified to be alone

• He needs constant attention and praise

• Loves to be punished, he wants to be hurt by only his SO

• Knife kink, blood kink, choking, maybe even branding if you're down

• Just wants to be close

• Wishes he could crawl into your skin and zip it back up

• Most definantly said the wrong thing once during sex and was put in the naughty corner for acting like a serial killer

• Tries to be dominant in bed to shake it up but if he's on top wants you to hold his throat so he can be punished if he goes too hard

• Struggles to understand his dark thoughts- especially when he wants to hurt you so regresses back to his shy self instead

• If his hyde self slips out he goes onto a depression and won't let them touch him, he doesn't ever want to hurt them

• Will 100% come out of it with praise and lots of promises of love

• Has 100% killed someone for being mean to his SO not even in hyde form

• Loves to have his jaw grabbed and forced to look at himself in the mirror

• Installed a mirror on the ceiling and one at the end of the bed to watch himself and them

• VIDEOS

• His own personal collection of them cumming over and over from him on his phone

• Watches them whilst going down on his SO to see if he can make them moan like that again

• Loves to be forced to watch them cum without him

• Tied up and made to watch them play with sex toys and tease him

• Bear hugs

• Hot chocolate and sweets whilst curled up on the sofa

• Won't watch scary movies without his SO

• Cinema dates and leaning on their shoulder

• Cried when they went on holiday for a week without him

• Saved up every tip and paycheck until he could afford a flat for them both

• Has asked them to marry him atleast 10 times before they hit 6 months because he wanted them to know he was serious

• Engaged by a year

• Married by 2 years

• Wants to renew their vows after only a year and cried when they said no and laughed

• Cried when they got married

• Cried when they got engaged

• Cried after their first date

[bastila-s]

Baldurs Gate 3 High Quality Screenshot Tutorial 2.0

Hi everyone, I decided I wanted to make a more specific and slightly more in-depth tutorial on how I take screenshots in Baldur's Gate 3. For this tutorial, you will need ReShade and Otis_INF'S Photomode Mod. If you do not want to download these for whatever reason, my older tutorial covers alternative ways to get some nice screenshots.

1. ReShade (skip if you already have ReShade downloaded)

For this step, you're going to want to download ReShade. ReShade is important to this tutorial as it's going to allow you to take screenshots of your game in higher resolutions. To do this, find a ReShade preset you like on the Nexus. (You can find lots of them by just typing in "reshade" in the search bar). From there, most mod authors will explain how to download ReShade in their mod description and get it working for your game.

Once you successfully have Reshade installed, a bar of text will appear at the top of your screen, prompting you to press 'home.' This will put you through a mini-tutorial if just installed it.

2. Photomode Mod

For this mod, you'll need to subscribe to a patreon to get access. Installing it is really simple, just unzip the zip file and put its contents in a folder, then run the tool once you have BG3 running.

Personally, I choose to re-map all the controls to different keys on my keyboard as I find it makes it much, much easier for me to use. Specifically, I re-map the movement, camera tilt, and starting the photomode controls. FOV is also really important to pay attention to, so make sure you like the controls for that as well.

Make sure to test the camera mod to make sure it's working before moving on to the next step.

3. High Resolution Screenshots (Hotsampling)

Hotsampling simply means that we're going to briefly make our game run in a resolution much higher than what we usually would, which often times means your game window will end up looking huge and run off your screen.

To do this, we need to make sure a few things are in place before trying to hotsample, or the screenshot won't be captured properly.

Go through this checklist to ensure hotsampling will work:

• If you have more than one monitor, you have to make sure your monitor is set to show only on one screen. (This setting is found in Displays on Windows)

• Make sure BG3 is set to borderless windowed mode

• In ReShade, go to the settings tab. Ensure you have a key set up for taking screenshots, and that you know the folder your screenshots will be saved to. It's essential to use ReShade to take screenshots, nothing else will work. Use ReShade's screenshot key.

Once you make sure you have the above done, go to the photomode mod, and click on the hotsampling tab. From here, you can change the resolution of your game. Typically, I take my screenshots in 3,840x2,160 or 5,760x3,240 if I want a very clear image. Those are just 2x and 3x my monitor's resolution (1920x1080), so you can adjust if your monitor is different. Once your chosen resolution is set, your BG3 window will likely run way off your screen and potentially make your computer lag. (This means it's working). Make sure your BG3 window is active, then hit the screenshot key you set earlier in ReShade. This screenshot should now appear in the folder that's set for screenshots in ReShade. (It typically defaults to the folder where your game is installed).

4. Extra fine-tuning

There are a couple of ways to enhance screenshots in BG3 even further.

The first way is through using ICGS Depth of field. This tool will allow your sceenshots to minic depth of field the same way cameras IRL can do it it—it makes for some beautiful screenshots, and I'm seriously impressed by how well it replicates that look. The author gives a tutorial on how to get it working—I know it seems complicated, but follow it step-by-step and play around, it'll come to you very soon!

The other tool that I just found recently is Relight for ReShade. This tool allows you to add some lighting on a character, which I thought was so cool. Here's a tutorial for this, too.

5. Post-Processing

This step is entirely up to your own creativity, but I just thought I'd share Photopea as a good, free software (that you don't even need to download) to help you edit your photos. It basically works exactly like photoshop!

Ok that's it for all but I think I will continue to update this post and add to it whenever I find anything helpful :)

& Thank you to all the wonderful mod authors out there for creating all this software and allowing us to take beautiful images, it makes me so happy !!

[spinstertheuncommon]

Gotham's Sewist - Medical malevolence | Bruce Wayne x Reader

this is self indulgent writing about accessibility.

cw: swears, canon typical violence, disability and medical talk, reader accidently runs over their thumb nail with the sewing machine (from experience, hurts like a bitch), no blood just pain,

Not proof read in the slightest.

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It's been about 7 months since Babs' run in with the Joker, but it still made you sick. how disgusting that clown is, that if you could, he would be 60 feet under in several pieces. but this isn't about you, and instead you have to leave all the vengeance to Batman, who, in all honestly you're not very happy with. you know he's doing what he thinks is best and what matches his moral code or whatever, but one exception would be nice. the world would be safer if the Joker wasn't running around.

but noooo! no killing never ever!!

you scoff, rolling your eyes at Bruce's nonsense.

no one really said anything about you knowing, but you're aware that at least Bruce and Alfred know you know. neither want to directly address it, the former being stubborn, and the latter recognising it's not his place to talk, but unlike B, Alfred will crack a joke in the most serious way, that half the time you're unsure if he knows what he's doing.

Doesn't mean he's off the chopping block. if Bruce wants to hold his morals over the safety of the kids he's putting in the line of fire, then fine, be that way, but he better put that damn clown in maximum security prison or so help him you will be coming for his ego and dying his suits pink. fill his pockets with glitter. maybe eve-

FUCK!!

you rip your hand back, causing further pain as your thumbnail tears. that's what you get for not paying attention while sewing, I guess. you roll back from your desk, and push the wheeled chair over to your shelf where your first aid kit sits. you mostly use it when visiting the street kids, so it's stocked to the brim with fun and bright band aids. you pull out a Miffy one, wrapping it around your thumb. just as you're disposing of the paper, the bell above your door rings. it's mid day, so randoms coming off the street isn't uncommon, but the rando in question is well welcome.

"hey Babs, how we hanging?"

"eh, sub par. i expect you to know the feeling," Barbra Gordon wheels in, her dad parked in his cruiser outside. Jim hadn’t introduced himself to you in the early days, but since the accident, he comes to you for advice. He felt very out of his depth when all of a sudden he has to rip up his hand made deck to install a ramp, add slopes to every ledge, and navigate Gothams lack of healthcare and physical therapist. He knows the system, sure, but always knew it at a distance. But now, his daughter was thrown into the thick of it, and he felt helpless. To begin he was just asking the basics; what was the best way to alter his house, who were making the better mobility aids, what PT would you recommend? But about 2 months a go, he came to your store, puffy and red in the face, with Babs in her latest surgery. He collapses on the couch in the store front and cried, gutted by how guilty he feels being tired.

Now you call him every other week, just to make sure he doesn't boil over again.

"Know it too well, babe, " you push your chair back past the table, towards the rack along the wall, pulling down the royal purple garment bag. You knew what you were doing. You flop it over the client chair you have, hooking it to your desk, and unzipping the front to reveal the stack of 3 outfits.

"Is that-?" Babs rolled closer, knees bumping the chair arm. She grazes her hand across the fabrics, scared to mark the pressed lapels.

"Your three, custom suits. All accesable with combinations of side zips, elastics, magnetic clasps, and breathable mesh panels in the back. Both sexy and comfortable.” You sell, but there’s no way you’re gonna take them back anyway, payment or not. But neither of the Gordons would do that anyhow.

Babs sighed, a whispy smile on her face. She grabs your shoulder, lightly shaking it. You know this is her way of saying thanks.

It becomes harder to express gratitude in a genuine sense. Being expected to say thank you every time a person does the bare minimum, like opening a door, or not obstructing the sidewalk. Being told that you have to be patient, with yourself, your body, and all the questions from others.

They're just curious, no harm no fowl.

But truly you couldn't care less to be patient for others.

And while new to the circumstances, you can't wait to teach Babs the confidence to tell people to fuck off.

"I can't wait to wear these, seriously," she praised, not taking her eyes off of the suits, "I don't know where I would be without you."

"Probably somewhere naked," you both laugh, but really, you feel the weight of her words resting in your chest.

It's a journey. A chronic, forever journey.

But never would you let her go it alone.

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This wrote more like a list of thoughts rather than a actual fic, but if you're reading this then I did something.

Big love to all the disabled baddies out there, from a disabled baddie myself ♡♡

Do not copy, steal, or repost my works!

[mikyyxx]

Warning!! Topics in this fic contain: manipulation, toxicity, and implied ED!

NSFW!!

The silence became the loudest sound as we both entered the penthouse with blank faces and clicks on the ground. He always became distant when he didn’t approve of my decisions that didn’t involve him nor his calculated planning or “right opinions”.

“What are you doing?”

I watched him pull out some cognac by Remy Martin, his go-to guilt trip that involved his alcoholic past that magically came when we argued even after three years and two months of being sober.

“Im celebrating” He said coldly while keeping his gaze on the pouring liquid.

Right, this one night where I had to spend hours shopping for a little black dress that didn’t embarrass him or show too much. The same night that I had to clear my entire schedule for because “it was big for him.”

“Am I not allowed to work on myself either? Am I only here to applaud your accomplishment and look pretty while I do so?”

He ran a hand through his hair. A sign that he didn’t want to hear the nonsense coming out ofmy mouth. Because that’s all it was. Everything I tried to do on my own was foolish and stupid mainly because he had no control and tonight I promised myself I wasn’t going to give it to him.

“Working on yourself doesn’t need to be in fucking Cuba saving a bunch of lives when you can do that here” His voice felt like a sharp edge that waited for the right moment to cut deeply into me.

“I told you who I wanted to be and what I wanted to do. Your uncle’s fucking hospital that feels like cameras watching my every move isn’t what I imagined my career to be.”

I knew exactly where this conversation was going. He’d bring up all the favors he pulled for me and the connections he had that put me in a place where I got do the thing I loved. But I wanted more. More than just a perfect hospital that pays me way above an average ICU nurse.

“I got you the most competitive job in the state whether my uncle owns it or not so dont give me any bullshit about it”

The ignorance to his control over my job down to the patients I treat will be something that I can ever pay any mind to myself either. The lengths that he’ll go for control extend beyond my definition of any kind of manipulation or possessiveness I’ve experienced or seen.

I didn’t even noticed his stride toward me with his head looking at the marble floor and one hand in the pocket of his expensive slacks and the other wiping the cognac off his lips in my bewildered haze. He stopped once my body blocked his way and finally looked at me with a gaze that softened once he pushed a strand of hair from my face.

“Putting travel in front of any job doesn’t make it better honey….I went to school to this kind of stuff….why can’t you trust me?”

Because you want to control me.

“I do trust you…..but I also trust myself in-“

“There are people in your life that know you better than yourself”

His gaze lowered to the locket he gave me for a birthday once. I had mentioned I wanted a locket of my late mother and when I opened it in front of people I barely knew I feigned a look of excitement and buried the ache of disappointment when I saw two pairs of blue eyes and blond hair grinning at me.

“Remember that time you convinced me to not buy that beautiful villa for our anniversary?”

He looked ahead of me with a slight grin as if the memory was nostalgic even though the only thing that convinced him to go on a trip to Paris instead was because the installation of cameras at the villa was prohibited.

“Yes…I do..”

“Good. Let’s go upstairs yeah?”

And that was the end of the conversation. Id never bring up any traveling opportunities for my job ever again.

He lead me upstairs with one hand until his hands were already zipping down my dress and planting kisses on my back which felt like ice cubes melting on my warm skin. Once my dress came falling down at my feet I felt his gaze surveying my body from behind.

“You’ve gotten smaller”

Hours of thinking of every word he’s said to me and every touch he’s given me replaces any type of homeostatic control that my body should have. Without trying to think of some type of explanation my hands found their way to his necks and my lips found the familiar curve of his lips and we set a rhythm that would be the same for years.

If he knew he were the cause of the restless nights and the minimal meals, he’d go down a spiral that brought deeply rooted trauma to the surface where I stood, ready to pick up the mess he’d make. He would drown and he wouldn’t hesitate to take me with him. But id gladly follow cause we were both broken beyond repair.

His arms enveloped my waist and it wasn’t long until I the bed surrendered my knees to bend and my body to lay back as he towered over me.

He held my hand and brought It to his lips

“You know I’d do anything for you right? I love you so much”

A pretty sentence on the surface yet a silent reminder that maybe something beyond toxicity existed within him. Maybe he did love me in a twisted and completely unescapable.

“Yes…Armin..”

As if he needed my approval to continue, he removed his clothes and returned to the familiar space that was between my legs and buried his head in the crook of my neck. I let out a low whimper once his length was fully inside. This was a dance we did too often. A dance where we could at least be a unit physically.

He pumped himself inside me of me. Each stroke going deeper and hitting the spots that made my body arch and shake as the pleasure pumped through my veins.

He moved from the crook of my neck and held onto my waist so that my moments matched his.

“I forget how responsive you are” his voice was breathy.

He lowered himself to my breasts and sucked on the nub as if proving to himself how he was always right about the parts of me I didn’t know existed.

But I still moaned at the sensitive skin receiving stimulation.

It wasnt long until his movements became more sporadic and his hips bucked more desperately inside me. We both finished together with our lips crashing into one and but our bodies riding out their own climax.

And as always, he quickly went and showered to wash away the vulnerability and the intimacy that was briefly shared. And left me to deal with it instead.

[thelaststranding]

@fragilehiggs

HOW TO IMPORT HIGGS 3D MODEL INTO BLENDER / MODELS FROM GAMES INTO BLENDER

figured id make this a post because it’d be easier.. might help other people too!!! on how to put higgs into blender. you probably know some of the stuff i’m gonna explain but for good measure will bring up. this is extremely long because its the sort of thing i wouldve massively appreciated but i unfortunately instead basically had to figure it out going off of little to nothing

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blender is a 3d program that allows you to import models from games into there which can then be rigged, posed, and animated. people take these models from games using programs called ninjaripper or greyhound. essentially this just goes into the files of the game and takes out the assets. if it’s an asset, it can be taken out. you would then have to rig the model yourself (basically put a skeleton to pose it.) this takes very long and is inconvenient.

luckily, people do this for you. you don’t need to rip your own assets out and rig, which is a hassle and you usually need to pay for these useful programs. a great spot for getting models that have been ripped from games is deviantart. however, there is no telling how these models can perform. they could be badly rigged, or could have messed up textures. unfortunately, such is the case for the one and only higgs model… https://www.deviantart.com/kanbara914/art/Death-Stranding-Higgs-XPS-864224744

the good news is that i fixed the textures. the bad news is that the rigging is absolutely beyond busy. he is poseable, yes, but the amount of points there are makes it really hard to. i’m yet to figure out a better way and might start ripping and rigging my own models. despite having fixed the textures i am unsure if i can export the fixed version. thus.. another tutorial will come through on to do that. unfortunately it takes awhile. all of this requires lots of patience, trial, and error.

so, now, how exactly do we start? FIRSTLY, we need to revisit downloading blender. the current up-to-date blender will NOT work. you need to download blender 2.80, NOT anything else. well, how do you get an older version?

in order to get an older version, navigate to blender.org/download/previous-versions/ and scroll down a bit to you see ‘download any blender version.’ here is a good tutorial but i believe that it is a little outdated so i will explain it furthermore. https://youtu.be/WmlijP9D67o?si=QHhpOQ_D_0LWJP9M this is the one i followed however so, the premise is the same.

we click on download any blender version and it looks quite overwhelming. dont be too worried, you just need to look closely and scroll till you see Blender2.80 . we then click on that and you need to find your operating system. im going to assume you run windows, and if so, pick blender-2.80-windows64.zip from the list.

navigate to your files, and then open up the zip file that you just downloaded. click blender 2.8 again and then what you see is going to look a little busy. dont be fooled, its actually not. just scroll down and find blender.exe. press this and itll bring up a simple process -- all you should have to do is press a few buttons and optimize it like any other download for an application such as blender. it should be installed like regular blender, and if its not on your desktop, simply go to blender.exe in your files in applications. i recommend pinning it to your taskbar.

here comes the next step. there is something called xnalara. i will keep the history of it rather brief but its quite interesting. xnalara was an older program that allowed people back then to rip models from games and import them into the xnalara program. that program is rather old and i rather not use it, however, im thinking about looking into it. its good to use blender regardless because of its studio-accredited attributes. its professional.

some awesome dude later down the line created something called a xnalara add-on for blender. this allowed you to download models ripped from games posted on deviantart that are optimized for xnalara. the file name for these xnalara optimized models end in .xps . these will not regularly be imported into blender, because it doesnt support it. however, this add-on will allow you to do such.

im going to explain how to download it but watching this video regardless is essential. you will probably need to go back to it now and then.

since youre particularly interested in importing higgs, i will keep it relatively broad but touch on his model a bit more because i am more familiar but this process applies to most models. navigate to https://www.deviantart.com/kanbara914/art/Death-Stranding-Higgs-XPS-864224744 and scroll down into the description of the post. click on the link, mega.nz/file/y88wyQpS#eDkcsSmW… so on and so forth. it will ask you if you want to leave deviantart and click the link again to go there.

you're now in MEGA. this website will allow you to store downloads for people, and i can assure you its safe. i would never download anything im not sure of -- my PC is my baby lol. look down to the bottom right and youll see "SAVE" and "SAVE TO MEGA." pick save. it will download, and you need to look to the top right and click where your downloads are. this will take a couple minutes, grab some water and a snack. when its done, click on it in the tray to open it.

youre going to be overwhelmed by everything you see. do not fret! just close it, dont unzip it. just make sure it exists. you can close MEGA and deviantart now. you now need to refer to the video i linked if you want to follow along with more resources. we need to install the XNALARA add-on for blender 2.80 which can allow us to put it into blender.

before i continue i want to say, being familiar will blender as a whole will be an insane help. unfortunately the only way i figured out some of the stuff that i did was because i knew how to just going off of the program. most tutorials will not have answers for this small issues... but i most likely do especially for this specific model.

here is the add-on. https://github.com/johnzero7/XNALaraMesh . github will look relatively the same as it does in the video. look to your right, youre going to see a bolded 'releases', and under it, XPSTools v2.0.2 or something along the lines of that. you dont need to see the other releases, it's best to have the latest one. click on it.

its going to open up the description of the file. the above is important to note because it says it works with the blender that you just downloaded. if there are any issues for whatever reason with using blender 2.80 (approximately the version from ~2020) those are other versions which are applicable. for the sake of my sanity im gonna explain how to open it in blender 2.80 .

go down to the bolded 'assets'. under it you will see 3 links -- click on the first one which ends in .zip . it will download in the download tray. if your computer tries to flag it or anything as unsafe, click away from that and allow it anyways. this program has been used by thousands for years. it will soon finish downloading. MAKE SURE THE XNALARA ADD ON IS SAVED ON YOUR DESKTOP!!!

go ahead and open up blender 2.80 now. if you have the newest blender installed already make sure youre picking the older version. it will open a terminal alongside of blender, while its running. dont close it. click general.

if you have never used blender, please watch a video on the basics such as this one. https://youtu.be/Z8sg0nHNTTo?si=zjR4aBHVF8XX_Qdn this is the only way to realistically be able to attempt messing with said model, unfortunately. unironically, rendering roblox avatars was a huge stepping stone and aid to my experience with this. i genuinely recommend you do it before you try and do something like this. here is an amazing, step-by-step tutorial that needs no explaining out of the video. https://youtu.be/kpALOtLhX-Q?si=4UrhkBTIK5qYOBfS

from here, this is a much better tutorial to follow >> https://youtu.be/8mqUqob3P3o?si=14a50v88IPZx6O8Y . find yourself at the time stamp of 1:46, the previous is the steps you have already done. go back to blender if you have made it this far, lmao. click on the cube and delete that motherfucker.

look at the top toolbar. it says things like file, edit, render, window, etc. you want to pick edit and scroll to preferences. youll see many options but youre going to want to click add-ons on the left. then, at the top left, click install. go to DESKTOP and click XNALaraMesh.2.02.zip and click install add-on from file on the top right. make sure its the ZIP. this is gonna bring you to a menu with potentially many other downloads. scroll down till you see XNALARA if so. MAKE SURE IT HAS A CLICKED CHECK MARK ON THE LEFT.

go down to the three bars on the bottom left and make sure to save preferences. you can then close that and go back to blender. it will now be one of your downloaded add-ons available! go to the top left again and hit file, import, and XNALARA / XPS. itll hover and youll see another option. make sure to pick XNALara/XPS Model (ascii./.mesh/.xps) . click it and pick Load an XNALara model file.

this will open up your file explorer within blender. click desktop and click on the higgs model you saved earlier. clicking it will lead to 2 files, click xps.xps . press Import in the top right. it will take a hot minute to pull everything into blender, be patient. once its imported scroll inwards and look at the son of a bitch. the rig is gonna be highlighted orange and hes gonna be gray. click to anywhere other than the model and face the enemy.

due to the shading settings, his textures arent showing. simply go to the top left where you see 4 ish circles, the second one should be selected. select the one to its right, viewport shading, and give it a second to load his textures in. its gonna look nothing like him. youre gonna have to fix the textures, brave soldier.

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will post another tutorial if you decide to go through with this or if anyone does because unpacking all of that is such a pain in the ass but i promise it isnt rocket science. just not gonna do it if it isnt asked for because i spent 3 hours figuring out how to fix it the first time i imported his model -- the creator says nothing about this on the download or how to fix it unfortunately and its quite janky :(

if you even made it this far in reading, congratulations, youre a winner. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS AT ALL PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ASK and i will answer them to the best of my ability.

SAVE THE IMPORTED MODEL TO REVISIT!!!!!!

[doledition]

RUNNING (II)

@deadfish-dol asked: I would like to request a shortfic of Bailey having a really, really shitty day 🙏

(or: what started off as a bailey centered drabble spawned into a three part fic focusing on bailey's Very Bad Horrible Day. takes place during Bailey's childhood in the orphanage, her first year paying off her debts. reader discretion is advised. trigger warnings for mentions of child abuse and domestic violence. updated daily.)

The soil of the garden was soft as Bailey dug. A crude, half formed hole stared back at her, just big enough to fit her bag. One last handful of dirt later, it was ready. The hole was strange and jagged, almost like a sketch with only the faintest of lines drawn on, but it was all the energy she had for. Besides, it was in the section of the garden farthest away from the kitchen window: no one would notice it behind the bushes or the willowy ferns. 

She filed through the sack, pulling out a wallet, a watch, and only one of the syringes before zipping it closed. Then, the sack went back to the earth, and the soil was packed on, and it was like nothing had been buried in the first place. Bailey made sure to shove the items into her pockets haphazardly, as though she were in a rush. 

The wallet first with the watch, and the syringe in the other pocket. Then she changed her mind, and placed the wallet with the syringe, and the watch by its lonesome. A third time, and the syringe went with the wallet and the watch all in the same pocket, and Bailey decided that was satisfactory enough.

Now, to get inside. The Orphanage was an old, pathetic structure, barely changed from when it was constructed in the Victorian era. There was no maintenance, outside of that one measly renovation where outlets were installed for the landline two years ago, and the radium green wallpaper was changed to a less offensive yellow. The Headmaster had only settled for those two changes, before his temper kicked in and he’d screamed their ears off with his anger. The next day, the construction workers had been chased off.

 Bailey had so been looking forward to indoor toilets. 

She took the route around the outhouse to the back door. Harder for anyone looking outside to spot her. She wound her way past tomatoes, zucchinis, potatoes rounded lumps in the earth. Brown stalks of some plant gathered in clumps behind the outhouse, swaying faintly in the  wind. The water well creaked, handle bumping up and down, up and down. 

Three paces from the door, gray and crooked, Bailey aimed to the left. High, tall stalks of green grass stood there, giggling softly. Next to the stalks lay a pile of wooden planks, three in total. She brushed the stalks aside to reveal a small, half shut window, hidden by the foliage from eyes that didn’t know what to look for. 

It was a tight fit. Bailey grabbed a plank from the ground and propped it underneath the glass, dirtied and half cracked, and pushed downwards. The opposite end of the wood, the part up against the bottom rail, went up in response, straining against its confines. She let out a tiny grunt of effort as her arms pushed down, sweat beading her brow. A moment later, her effort was rewarded with a rickety creak as the bottom window pane slid up. 

It was still a tight fit. But just enough that Bailey could squeeze in. She bodily strained against the harsh window sill as it scraped against her sides like a vise, before popping out with an oof. Normally, Bailey would have braced for the eventual fall, landing on her knees in a crouch like a cat and walking away after only a second. Unfortunately, the drugs were still dancing in Bailey’s veins, just enough to pull her off balance, and she clattered to the floor in a noisy clamor. 

“Ffff-” Bailey swallowed in her curse as she rolled on her back, eyes shut against the sudden battering of her body against the rock cold floor. Deep breath in, deep breath out. The curse escaped like a silent hiss of a gas valve. “Uck.” There, that was it, fuck. 

She lay on the ground for what may have been a minute, breathing in shakily as she caught her breath. One would have thought that, with the all-encompassing ache beginning to die down, it would have been easier for Bailey to collect herself. Yet all encompassing pain meant that the pain was everywhere, every part of you, so much it bled into the very facet of your existence. 

You could forget about the swimming blood of your body, the scream of your muscles. It was one with you, something you carried, something you were. When that pain began to ebb and flow, however, when it started to recede and retreat like waves at the beach, was when the real trouble began. There was pain, but in varying degrees, which played at varying times at varying measures and speeds and all that trite nonsense. There was always the possibility of more pain to fill you up. 

She’d have to drag herself upstairs to her room. Despite being in the teen ward officially, Bailey was housed in the kids wing. This was because, according to the Headmaster in a rare moment of civility, despite how much of a pain in the balls she was, Bailey had a way with the kids. She cared for them, helped rear them, watched them with a hawk's eye. She made them listen to her. The Headmaster had said that with a sneer in between drinks, and after one long swig of brandy said he could use that. 

Bailey hadn’t been sure if she’d wanted to laugh or cry or scream. Curse him out, slam the bottle of drink into her red bubbling face and run away as fast as she could from the Orphanage to the woods. Instead, she had simply stared at him with flexed fists and a blank face before walking away. 

Footsteps in the hallway, heavy and methodical and plodding. Bailey’s eyes shot open and she scrambled to her knees. The breath tightened in her lungs. No one else was up, no one else would dare to be up- they all knew the rules, the curfew, the switch- which meant…

Bailey stumbled to her legs. He was up. 

The Headmaster would do rounds of the Orphanage at night. He did them in rounds of three, starting from the isolated rooms in the Loft, then the kids wards, the teen ward, and finally the gardens. His footsteps would be heavy, something like what Bailey thought a giant’s step would be like. Whoever was sleeping would shake awake at those steps as he came down the hall, and lingered in the air long after he left. 

Bailey shook a bit. Her stomach gurgled, and she could swear she felt the wound at her side gasp for air beneath the layers of fabric. He’d have his switch, oh he always had his switch during his rounds, tracing the air behind him with its sharp embrace. He’d beat her bloody if he found her until up was down and down was up and Bailey would be dragged to the loft by the hair, to the small room in the back of the loft with the girl's flesh lodged in the wall and left to the witch’s laughter. 

There was a small stand next to the window, and on top of it a light purple vase. It was small and compact, something you would find at the markets for maybe 4, 5 quid tops. The only thing it held was a singular, dried flower, half-dead. Bailey didn’t know the type. 

The footsteps continued, the same slow, slow method, growing heavier as they approached the room. She had two minutes. Bailey grabbed the vase and threw the flower out the window before ducking behind the doorway. 

She could be rid of him. One knock to the head- he was coming this way anyways- one knock to the head and he’d be dead- no more debts no more loft no more yelling no more curfew no more cackling in the night no more-

The footsteps stopped outside the doorway. She had her chance. Bailey swung out from behind the door frame and aimed at his head. 

The figure dodged, a sharp, rattling gasp shocking the quiet of the night. Bailey knew her mistake instantly. She directed the momentum of her swing down to the floor, and nearly fell along with the suddenness of it. The vase met the carpet with a soft ting, and Bailey wobbled down to the ground, a grateful sigh escaping her lips as she lifted her head up to meet Eden’s wide eyed gaze. 

Eden was usually a stoic, mellow type, so it was strange to see her eyebrows raised to her forehead, bushy caterpillars arched against the expanse of frackled, tanned skin. Her mouth had dropped into a perfect o, a cigarette perched precariously between her gaping lips. Eden’s gray eyes reminded Bailey of an owl, like the ones which flocked to the tree outside Bailey’s window and stared into her room for hours on end. They were usually squinted, narrow, as though she’d rather see as little as possible. Now, they were wide open, and Bailey could catch little pricks of brown scattered in the gray like floating stains of ink. 

“What the fuck,” Eden began, voice low and controlled, “is wrong with you?” She had quickly regained her composure- perhaps spurred by Bailey’s listless staring- and her face had smoothed back over to its usual serene, statue-like quality. The cigarette was plucked back into her pants pockets as Eden’s gaze solidified on Bailey’s figure with some muddled emotion, a weird mix between anger and confusion. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Bailey croaked. It came out louder than it should’ve, a flash in the night, and she all but crawled into the ground as Eden whipped her head from side to side. This night was going just great. 

A door opened. Eden turned to the direction of the noise and crouched down low, fists out, as Bailey scrambled backwards, deeper into the room. Eden was ready to rumble, same as always, and the girl's large, muscular figure would serve well in hiding Bailey. They’d done it before- this was just the normal routine.  

The footsteps padded their way, and a second later- “Clarisse? What’re you doing up?” Eden asked, and her posture relaxed. A small voice answered back. Not small as in a child, but small as in quiet, hunching over, scared and shy and weak. 

“I heard a noise.” The voice, now identified as Clarisse, whispered. From her hiding place, Bailey saw Eden’s shoulders move up and down in a shrug. 

“Just me.” 

“What’re you doing up?” 

“Felt like smoking. Just one, don’t worry, I’m not stinking up the drawing room.” A rustling, the  shuffling of a cardboard box. “Want one?” 

Bailey almost snickered. Clarisse, with her short blonde hair the color of hay, her wrinkled nose and downward eyes and sunday mass clothes, her love of Virgo, smoking? Now that was a funny image. If Clarisse smoked even once, Bailey was convinced she'd die of the shame.  

“Ugh.” Clarisse sounded like she was gagging. “Those things are poison. Headmaster doesn’t even let us smoke- if he finds those on you…” The silent implication floated in her words. Bailey ground her teeth. She thought of those locked rooms up in the Loft, how they got so cold in winter they started to burn, and hated. 

“He hasn’t found me out yet.” Eden replied. She didn’t sound shaken up. When had Eden ever been shaken up, even once in her life? Bailey thought back enviously. Eden could sit through canings or lectures or sitting in the woods for hours on end, arms crossed and legs crouched, with nary even a grimace marking her face.

Once, the two of them had found a dead fox in the garden. It’s stomach had been swollen to the size of a golf ball and pulsed, breathing, up and down like a lung. Worms dotted in between its unseeing eye sockets, the blacks drifting amidst that horrible expanse. A pool of something covered the fox, and it smelled thick and sweet and syrupy, like molasses. Bailey had started crying ugly, fat tears, even when she said she was too old to cry, and Eden had only gagged before calmly walking off to find a caretaker. 

“Gonna rat me out? Thought better of you Clarisse.” Eden continued, and what sounded like scoffing came from the other girl before she turned on her heel. “I’ll be quick, don’t worry.” 

“Good.” Clarisse said, and sounded as though she were ready to leave, head back to her room in her turquoise blue bed and sleep like a fat cat until sunrise. Then, the floor creaked as she turned back. 

“Do you know where Bailey is?” This question came out nervous, a certain shake accompanying the end of each syllable. Eden stiffened from her question. Bailey squinted and slowly crept forward. 

“Sleeping. Where else would she be?” Eden’s voice indicated nothing out of the ordinary. It was a steady, even tempo, yet there was a rush to her words. Eden’s voice always rushed out just a tad bit quicker when she was lying. No one except Bailey caught that, of course. 

“You know she isn’t sleeping.” Clarisse responded. Her voice had gone so quiet Bailey had to strain to hear her. Now, Clarisse was in sight, her outline stark against the utter inky blackness of the hallway behind her. Her head was shifted down to the ground, and her eyes peered back at Eden coquettishly. Bailey sneered. Slut. 

“You’re her best friend, Eden. I-I’m just worried about her, the streets aren’t safe at night. You know she gets into trouble…if you tell me, I promise I won’t-” 

Clarisse’s eyes met Baileys. Bailey had crawled to rest against Eden’s thigh, a sharp, too wide grin splitting her face. She rubbed her face against Eden’s pants- cotton, a soft, worn through cotton- and purred softly like a cat. Clarisse screamed. 

Eden slammed her hand over the blonde girl’s mouth, and Clarisse struggled as the taller girl frantically shushed her, eyes focused on the Loft stairway. Bailey’s smile spoke of cockiness, petty schoolyard fights and shit eating joy. 

After a few moments, Clarisse calmed down, enough for Eden to slowly unwind her hand from the blonde’s gasping mouth. The three of them simply breathed in the silence, Clarisse’s eyes flicking to Eden’s who flicked to Bailey’s who flicked to Clarisse who flicked to Eden’s again. Then, Eden whispered, obvious annoyance tracing her words.

“Go back to bed Clarisse. I’ll get Bailey back to her room. She’s just…” Silence. Eden gazed at Bailey appraisingly. Bailey felt her limbs teeter slowly, the grin on her face wobbling in place. It began to melt off like butter, soft and warm, mixing in with the purple carpet below. She sprawled on the ground and kicked her legs out, a strange giddiness singing in her limbs. 

“Drunk.” Eden decided on with a finality. “She’s just drunk.” As if that was even a close approximation to the pure wealth of sensations sounding in Bailey’s body. The pain had become a figment of her imagination, now, and a strange sense of euphoria washed her anew. She remembered standing on the edge of the cliff, the one that overlooked the beach, and knowing if she tried she could fly. Bailey could fly, she would fly, she was flying. 

She climbed to her knees. Then, swung her arms up, up, up, like a gymnast, watching them float and sway in the air before bending them swiftly in and back out. Her elbow joints cracked and a warm tingling spread inside her. Almost like syrup on toast. 

Clarisse nodded. Her face had gone a strange shade of red- from all the screaming, probably- and faint tears gathered in her eyes. “She stinks.” Clarisse said, smacking a hand over her nostrils. Eden nodded and began to push her slowly towards the hallway to her room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean up after her. Listen, Clarisse, she’s just drunk, don’t give too much thought to her.” Eden said, trying to drag an adamant Clarisse behind her. Clarrisse, for her part, had dug her feet into the ground, refusing to budge. She was positively aching to give her a lecture Bailey knew, her nun instincts demanded it. How else was she to lord over them all? 

Bailey watched the two struggle with a calm in her eyes, soaking into her blood. She was on top of a mountaintop, a precipice. All below her lay the mortal world, mottled in shades of gold and purple and faint hands. That was for fools, lesser disciples, none such as her, knowledgeable and wise and- 

Then, Bailey pulled her foot, and that age old pain crashed down on her. She fell off the mountaintop, rolled down bushes and bracken and twisting, yawning chasms, filled with spiked gouges that bit at her with fury. She was being stabbed, twisted, flogged, and she thought  she  would die. 

Bailey moaned and staggered to the ground. Tears filled her eyes, soft and pleading, and the world seemed so, so much fuzzier in her muddled vision. She heard footsteps gallop towards her, and all of  a sudden she was hoisted into the air, into the familiar warmth of Eden. 

Read the rest of the Run here: Running (I), Running (III)

[space-mermaid-writing]

Cufflinks [IronStrange]

Summary: With Tony at his side, Stephen could endure living in the night.

Author's note: Will I ever stop writing vampire Stephen? Nobody knows. Vampire beta by @harpywritesfic

 Masterlist | Vampire Stephen Masterlist | Read it on AO3 | Word count: 0.7k

Cufflinks

Tony put on a fresh button up. “I don’t even know why I have to be there. They are just discussing the new product launch and our marketing campaign. It’s not like I pay people to handle these kinds of things.”

There was a board meeting in half an hour he had to attend. Begrudgingly.

Stephen had followed him into the walk-in closet and watched him change. The vampire would go meditating after Tony left, since the sun was up and he had no duties in the Sanctum or Kamar-Taj today.

Meditating and sending his mind far away was the closest thing vampires had to sleep.

He wished he could accompany Tony. That he could just leave the house during the hours of daylight and share that part of Tony’s life with him.

But Stephen was a creature of the night; damned to live in the shadows of darkness.

At least with the UV filtering windows Tony had installed in the tower Stephen could pretend he was human. He was good at pretending, fooled a lot of people. Sometimes he fooled himself, when he stood at one of the windows, watching the streets and pretended to be part of the living.

“… and stocks dropped a bit. But that’s not unusual for this phase. I really don’t know what they’re complaining about.” Tony didn’t really expect an answer from him. He just liked to fill the silence and Stephen might be biased but in his opinion Tony’s voice was the best background noise.

Until he addressed the vampire with an actual request: “Can you hand me a pair of cufflinks?”

Stephen nodded, pulling his mind out of his head to focus on the task instead. He could dwell in self-pity later when Tony was gone.

Stephen opened the drawer he knew contained accessories like cufflinks and watches. Tony had a ridiculous collection of both of them. Although there was still space for more, judging on the empty spaces between the boxes.

“Which one?” he asked, looking at the selection.

“The one you like best,” Tony shrugged, not really caring but trusting Stephen’s sense of fashion.

The sorcerer pondered for a few moments, before deciding on a gray metallic pair. They were round and had Tony’s initials engraved. It was a classic.

He took the box out and turned to Tony, showing them to him. Tony nodded his approval, while he tucked his shirt into his dress pants and zipped them up. Afterwards he held out his arm to the vampire.

“Put them on me?”

There was something intimate about the request; a special kind of trust – even though it was a simple task.

Stephen took one of the cuff links out with his scarred fingers – and dropped it along with the box under a cry of pain.

Alarmed, Tony widened his eyes. “What happened?”

“They’re silver!”

Stephen cradled his burned fingers to his chest. The pain would be gone in a few moments. It was stupid, and he had probably over-reacted. As a vampire he possessed fast healing and he had touched the metal only briefly.

But his hands were still his sore point. The phantom pain of needles had been back as soon as he had been burned, and Stephen knew it would linger way longer.

Tony cursed softly. “I thought I got rid of all of them.”

His words made Stephen pause and his eyes wandered back to the still open drawer. The gaps between the boxes suddenly made way more sense. They weren’t random.

Tony had sorted out the cuff links that were made of silver – because he knew they would hurt Stephen.

And his precious watches as well.

Suddenly, Stephen’s throat was tight for another reason than pain.

“I’m so sorry.” Tony reached for the Vamp’s hand but stopped halfway, looking at him to ask for permission to touch him.

Stephen didn’t hesitate to give his hands to Tony.

Tony’s touch was gentle, when he inspected his fingers. There was only a small dark spot left where the vampire had come in contact with the metal. It was getting lighter by the second.

Tony pressed a soft kiss on it.

“It’s fine,” Stephen muttered.

With Tony at his side, he could endure living in the night. As long as Tony kept looking at him with these gentle brown eyes, Stephen felt loved. And that was enough.

[libertineangel]

Another "Introduction to Piracy" post

There's a few of these going round but they can be dense, spread different information through different reblog chains, and other such impracticalities, so here's a fresh, quick & simple one.

1) Necessary Software

You're going to want two things: a VPN* and a Torrent client. Personally I recommend Mullvad for the former - flat charge of €5/month pay-as-you-go, unlimited data and solid speed, very privacy-focused - and qBitTorrent for the latter.

Once you've installed both of those, you should open qBitTorrent and make sure it only runs through the VPN's internet connection: open Tools in the top bar, then Options->Advanced, and select Mullvad from the Network Interface drop-down box.

*For those unaware, a Virtual Private Network routes your Internet connection through a proxy server and then encrypts it, hiding your activity from your ISP and giving any sites you visit the impression that you're based in whatever country the proxy server is.

2) Finding your desired content

There are many sources of pirated content out there on the Internet, and you can find an awful lot of it on 1337x.to, but personally I always consult the FMHY.net directory, a site dedicated to cataloguing how to find different content by type - films, games, programs etc. If you're worried about the safety of downloading these things, risk of malware and such, honestly you don't really need to be these days - any of the dedicated sites & repositories listed on FMHY should be safe, and if you're going to a general-purpose one like 1337x then as long as the file you want lists a decent number of prior downloads it'll most likely be fine (just avoid The Pirate Bay these days, it is not the haven it was 20 years ago).

3) Downloads

Now, content generally comes in one of two forms: either a direct download, or a torrent. A direct download is exactly what it sounds like, you just receive a copy of the files you want (usually packaged in a ZIP file).

Torrents are a little different. With those, you download a .torrent file, then you open up your torrent client and add it there, then tell it where to save the actual content you want. Torrents are a peer-to-peer download system, meaning instead of downloading the whole file from a specific server you're downloading many parts from everyone else who's previously downloaded it (and is running their torrent client) - this means that how long it takes is entirely dependent on how popular the content in question is, so something obscure and old might take a very long time while a popular new release might be limited only by your internet speed. It also means that you should really keep the .torrent file once your download is finished to help everyone else, an act known as seeding; the alternative, to delete it once you've finished, is known as leeching, and it doesn't harm you but it's generally considered rather impolite.

I think that covers everything, if anyone has any questions or suggestions feel free to say so and I'll update this as needed, until then - hoist your black flag and have fun!

[x-cl-br]

How to get "Poker Night at the Inventory" and "Poker Night 2" in 2024

I was able to track down working (pirated) copies of both these games, since they're not available on Steam anymore. Enjoy!

Heads up before you read more: If you're one of those crazy TF2 players who wants the items, sorry dude, but you're gonna have to pay 200-300 bucks for keys (or game share with someone who might steal your account). This one's for real gamers only, who just want to play some poker with Claptrap.

Poker Night at the Inventory

This one's easy, just download the ZIP off of archive.org:

However, ONLY play the first game with this link. APPARENTLY (and be aware that I'm not tech savvy enough to verify the legitimacy of this claim) the Poker Night 2 files in the zip are from a sketchy site that's filled with malware. Don't worry, I've got a solution for that in a sec.

But for now, download the zip, extract it, move those Poker Night 1 files somewhere safe, and delete the rest. You should be able to just run the exe and it'll work!

Poker Night 2

So since the Poker Night 2 files from archive.org are sketchy, I got my copy of the game from the Google drive link in this reddit thread:

Here's the catch with this one: the readme file in it says to run the game as administrator. I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND DOING THIS because this is a random Google drive link in a random reddit thread. I just ran the exe (not as administrator) and it worked fine.

Enough people in the thread have virus checked the files and attested to their safety that I'm pretty sure it's fine, and the game seems to be working fine for me personally. However, if it doesn't run for you, you MIGHT be tempted to install some of the sketchy files included in the drive download like the txt files says. Once again, I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND DOING THIS, and unfortunately I don't have a solution for you here.

Enjoy the games!

[vodika-vibes]

First Meeting

Summary: One day, when you are bored from practicing your pickpocketing skills, you meet a man that you think you might be able to believe in.

Pairing: Captain Keeli x Reader

Word Count: 1059

Warnings: Reader is a thief

Tagging: @trixie2023 @the-bad-batch-baroness

A/N: I wasn't going to write this. I have 11 requests that I should be working on and the next installment of my Magic and Knights AU, but nooo. My brain went "you wanna write for Keeli and his thief cyare" so here you go.

Divider by Saradika

You love the open air market.

The scent of dozens of different food items, the sound of merchants selling their wares, and the sight of people zipping this way and that from stall to stall.

It’s beautiful.

It’s organized chaos.

It’s the best place for someone like you to practice their pickpocketing skills. Besides, the crew is between jobs at the moment, while the boss finds the next rich asshole who needs to be conned out of all of his money. 

You carefully finish unwrapping your gyro and pop the last bit of seasoned bread and meat into your mouth, and then you wipe your fingers on the napkin sitting on your lap.

You look just like every other person here today. A thin jacket to ward off the wind, casual shoes, a hat to keep the sun off your head…since you’ve arrived, no one’s taken a second look at you.

Which is how you like it. You do your best work when no one pays attention to you after all.

You hop off the barrel that you’re using as your seat, and weave through the crowd to toss your trash in a nearby can, and then you quickly finish your drink, something fizzy and sweet, and then you cast your gaze around the market.

And then you adjust your hat, so it’s not in danger of flying off your head and you start weaving through the crowd. Nimble fingers dip into pockets and purses taking credits as though they’ve never been there. A second pass through the crowd, and you deftly remove watches and bracelets from unsuspecting wrists.

Within an hour, your bag is loaded down with a small fortune of things that used to belong to other people, and you’re bored out of your mind. It’s never any fun when the marks don’t realize that they’re being targeted.

A huff of air slips from you, and you grouchily stalk over to a nearby cookie stand, and buy a fresh chocolate cookie, “Bad day, dear?” The older woman asks sweetly.

You pay with someone else’s credit chit, “Just bored is all,” You reply, “Not much happening here today.”

“Oh, I’m glad for the easy day. These old bones aren’t made for excitement.” She smiles kindly, “Hopefully your day will get better.”

“Oh, I hope so.” You say easily, “Thanks for the cookie.” You add as you walk away and take a bite of the cookie. It’s warm, gooey, and delicious.

And it does nothing to ease your boredom.

You purse your lips, maybe it’s time you go home. Maybe Nat will have finished coming up with a plan for the next job and you can start doing something challenging and actually worth your time.

But, just as you’re about to leave, something catches your eye.

Well. Someone, really.

A pair of men, clones, one with buzzed blonde hair and the other with dark hair with intricate designs styled into it. They’re both clad in casual clothes, jeans and tee-shirts, and they’re both incredibly attractive.

You abandon your plan to leave immediately.

For a moment you consider the blonde. He is cute, but you’ve never gone for blondes in your life, but the brunet…well…

A small smile crosses your lips as you start to plan the best way to get his attention. You don’t believe in love at first sight…you do however believe in infatuation at first sight, and you definitely wouldn’t kick him out of bed in the morning.

You slip through the crowd and brush against the man in question, effortlessly slipping his comm out of his pocket and into your jacket pocket.

90 seconds.

In 90 seconds you’ll half run up to him and tell him you think he dropped his comm, and, with luck, the conversation will blossom from there.

You count down the seconds in the back of your mind, and at 90 seconds exactly, you half jog over to him, “Excuse me!” You call, intentionally sounding a little breathless, “Sorry, but I think you dropped this!” The change in your breathing pattern will make it harder for him to detect any lie in your voice.

A handy trick you learned from your grifter friend/co-worker.

“Ah, I think you have the wrong person, my comm is right her-...” He pats his pocket and then pauses, “Oh. I guess you’re right.”

You grin up at him, “No worries, I drop things all the time.” You hold the comm out to him and offer up your name.

“Thank you. My brothers would never let me hear the end of it if I lost this,” He says with an easy smile as he takes the comm from your hand, “I’m Keeli.”

Keeli. You like it. It suits him.

“Is this your first time at the market?” you ask, unwilling to drop the conversation now that you have his attention.

“It is, actually. I take it you’re a regular here?” Keeli asks.

“It gives me something to do when my family is getting annoying,” You joke easily, “I can show you around if you like?”

He pauses and his smile becomes slightly sly, “Getting to spend the day with someone as gorgeous as you would be a dream come true.”

Your grin grows and you step closer to him so you’re able to wrap your arms around one of his, “Well then, it’s your lucky day! Because you have my undivided attention.”

“Is that right?” Keeli asks as he turns his body towards you and angles his head down as though he’s telling a secret. 

“It is right!” You pause, “Do you want to bring your brother on your exclusive tour?”

“Rex is fine.” Keeli replies, his gaze locked on your face. 

You release a bubbly laugh and Keeli seems to melt a little, “Well then, if you’re fine with ditching him, then come with me! There’s so much for you to see!”

Assuming that this goes well, you think as you tug Keeli towards the craft stalls while chattering his ear off, and answering the few questions he poses you, you’ll have to get him to ask you on a proper date.

You don’t believe in love at first sight. You’ve seen far too much of the cruelties of the galaxy to believe in something so innocent, but you feel like you can believe in him.

[peemil]

and that's the other thing. and this is hardly a radical opinion but it bears repeating. i am sick and tired of the responsibility being on disabled people to find "creative" solutions to living in this world. no hate to the zip tie hack because that's fucking ingenious and super cost-effective. but also like. what about people who lack the manual dexterity to even install something like that on their chairs, and who don't have a support system of people who would be willing to help them with that. why is the onus always fucking on us to figure out how to keep living (don't answer this question). why do people get so obsessed with shit like robotic chairs that can climb up stairs and bionic exoskeletons that disabled people would have to pay for out of pocket instead of, oh, i don't know, elevator installation & regular maintenance (don't answer this question either). or, like, a ramp. and even to some of my so-called "comrades:" why is it easier for you to imagine a future without disabled people than it is for you to consider for even a few seconds imagining what a more accessible one could look like (i'll give you a hint: you're gonna like the answer to this question a lot less than the answers to the previous two, because it forces you to acknowledge your own culpability).

[inverse-problem]

how do u store mp3 files on ur phone? :o i wanna have music offline but idk how to find them later without having to shuffle thru a bunch of files to look for a specific one TT

also how do u download them ? :oc

(I'm assuming you have some familiarity with how to do stuff like unzip files on pc, navigating folders, etc)

okay first off for getting music, I don't want to get my account nuked or whatever, so I won't talk about legally dubious ways but there are ways to get music. but also there's a fair bit of legally-free-to-download albums on websites like bandcamp. the stuff that's free will tend to be more indie but I've found plenty I enjoy. incidentally some of the ultrakill soundtrack albums are free, such as chaos/order, which you can use to try this out: https://heavenpierceher.bandcamp.com/album/ultrakill-chaos-order

(when it says pay what you want just put in $0 and you should be able to download with at most providing your email maybe, I forget. though I do recommend paying independent artists if you can!) once you download those and unzip the zip file, you have a bunch of mp3 files that you can put wherever you want

for putting them on your phone, the process varies if you're on android or ios (iphone). on android you need a music player app. I'm not on android so I can't recommend specific ones, though the default music app that should (hopefully?) be installed on your phone (it may be youtube music at this point I think?) can apparently play mp3 files stored on your device. but in any case, you should have a music folder on your phone, and you should be able to paste files into that once you plug your phone into a computer that has music files on it. your phone may even allow you to download files directly from the bandcamp website if you have an app that can unpack .zip files. but I like also having music on my computer so I can listen to it with a desktop music player (on windows foobar2000 and musicbee are popular ones). in any case, once you have a music player it should be able to automatically categorize music files on your phone so long as they're in the right folder and as long as the mp3 files are properly formatted by the artist with the right metadata (which on bandcamp they basically always are)

on ios, you download itunes to your computer, add the files to your itunes library through that, and then sync your iphone by plugging it into the computer. I don't think itunes works with android devices though

anyway, hopefully this helps a bit, you're best off searching online for a step by step guide if you need more assistance bc I don't know where you may need more detail. here's some wikihow articles that may be helpful (full disclosure I've only briefly skimmed these): https://www.wikihow.com/Add-Music-to-Your-Android-Device , https://www.wikihow.com/Move-Music-from-Computer-to-iPhone

[loosiusgoosius]

If I disappear from society, don't be surprised.

I am so so so tired of capitalism.

For Christmas I got a Raspberry Pi. The goal was to host my own website off it. This was entirely for fun.

Step one: set up raspberry Pi so I can host a site on it. Easy. Ubuntu is free (thank fuck), I know how to set it up, but hold on! According to xfinity, I cannot change dmz or dms rules on their router. I can't even REQUEST it. I can't even use a workaround because I'm not allowed to edit the port forward that was automatically added to my router. I dig through years old forums and find out that this is because I'm using the modem provided by xfinity. I now have to buy a new modem from xfinity's "approved list".

Step two: get a domain. I swim through 4 million outrageous prices that say shit like "pay $0.01 for the first year!" with the text below saying "with purchase of 3 year agreement". I finally get to godaddy and am able to convince the stupid checkout to give me 1 year of my domain (after, of course, it corrected my awful mistake to 3 years and, if I hadn't been hyper-vigilant, I wouldn't have noticed. I have to dig through 5 pages in settings to find a way to turn off auto pay because I know better by now. While I'm there I also turn off all email notifications, which were all automatically on. It also didn't tell me that I can't transfer my domain outside of godaddy for 60 days, so I just essentially paid for something I can't use for 2 months. Great. (out of curiosity, I dug through godaddy for some time. The 60 day thing appears nowhere except on the help center page when specifically searching for it.)

Step three: create a site. WordPress, once my most beloved website creation software, now slams subscription fees on me like cardi B audios on teenager girls's tiktoks. Unrelenting. Bloodthirsty. I power through to just get past "let AI design your site!" and "pick one of our patterns" so I can reach the point where I can edit the template. I already have a free template zip file. I drop it in the box. "wait!" says WordPress, in a screen-covering popup "upgrade to the creator plan to access the theme install features!" I click the only button on the screen. It takes me IMMEDIATELY to a filled out checkout page. WordPress Creator is $300 per year. Per. Year.

I read through the "features included with your purchase" to see things like "sftp/SSH certificates", "github deployments", "free staging site", and "install plugins and themes". All of these were free 5 years ago. "Save 20% by paying for two years!" No, I don't think I will.

Out of pure spite against the demon that is modern capitalism, I'm teaching myself html and css. I would kiss the creator of w3schools on the mouth, right after I kiss the creator of Ubuntu. I'm so angry. The internet is useless now.