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your birthday and profections

hey!! I hope you all are doing fine. If its your birthday, then happy birthday haha(so random lmao) This is a long post, so you may need to read through :) Apart from your solar return, profection years are another way to check major themes of your year.

At its most basic, every age that’s a multiple of 12 is a 1st House year. So that’s when you turn 0, 12, 24, 36, 48, 60, 72 and so on.

Every year after is a 2nd house year, which is when you turn 1, 13, 25, 37, 49, 61, 73

3rd house year: 2, 14,26,38,50,62,74 and onwards

Once you know the house connected to your current age, you can plot your experience of life via the topics and themes of each of the 12 houses.

Themes House wise:

1st House - Self, Identity, Beginnings (YOU CHANGE)

Self-image, appearance, first impressions, approach to life, early environment, physical body, persona

2nd House - Value, Possessions (YOUR PERSONAL BELIEFS CHANGE)

Finances, personal resources, material wealth, values, self-worth, assets, possessions, spending habits

3rd House - Communication, Learning

Communication, siblings, local travel, early education, writing, neighbors, short trips, mental processes

4th House - Home, Family

Home, family, ancestry, roots, real estate, emotional foundation, private life, parents

5th House - Creativity, Pleasure

Creativity, romance, children, play, entertainment, hobbies, self-expression, speculation

6th House - Work, Health (TAKE CARE OF YOUR HEALTH)

Daily work, service, health, routine, fitness, diet, pets, responsibilities

7th House - Partnerships

Marriage, partnerships, close relationships, contracts, public relations, collaboration

8th House - Transformation, Shared Resources

Transformation, death and rebirth, inheritance, shared resources, taxes, sexuality, mysteries, occult

9th House - Exploration, Higher Learning (YOUR LUCK CHANGES)

Higher education, philosophy, long-distance travel, religion, law, beliefs, exploration, publishing

10th House - Career, Public Life

Career, public image, reputation, social status, authority, ambitions, government, recognition

11th House - Social Networks, Aspirations

Keywords: Friendships, social groups, networks, aspirations, community, collective causes, social activities, ideals

12th House - Subconscious, Solitude (YOU CONNECT MORE WITH YOUR SOUL AND HIGHER SELF AND PURPOSE)

Subconscious, solitude, secrets, endings, spirituality, isolation, hidden enemies, mysticism

Your Time Lord for the Year

The other thing profections will do is turn on a planet as the ruler or ‘lord’ of your year ahead. This is called a time lord. This planet will be the traditional ruling planet of the sign on the profected house.

For example, your profected house by age is the 7th House, look at the sign in that house. Gemini in 7th? Mercury is the ruler. Taurus in 7th? Venus is your time lord.

This planet becomes a guiding influence for your year ahead. Not that if you have Venus as your time lord you will fall in love daily lmao, But rather, you will experience rulership of this planet affecting your themes of the year. I hope im making sense.

Planets in Houses

Next, check the placements and themes of your profected house in your natal chart. For instance, everyone turning 18 will be in a 7th house year BUT each person will have different planets in their 7th house, and a different sign ruling the house.

For example, my 7th house is empty, and in my 18th year nothing major or life changing has happened, I am on my gap year.

If you have Mars in your 7th House, then your Mars themes – developing or managing assertiveness in partnerships, dealing with a little tension, the impact other people have on your decision making process, that type of thing – are highlighted for that year.

If you have Pluto in your 7th house, then themes like power, struggles, isolation and transformation maybe highlighted that year.

I hope it makes sense, use this for both, your time lord and the ruler of your profected house: Sun: Vitality, Identity, Ego

Self-expression, leadership, creativity, purpose, individuality, confidence, recognition

Moon: Emotions, Nurturing, Instincts

Emotions, intuition, habits, home life, family, subconscious, nurturing, cycles, forming close relations

Mercury: Communication, Intellect, Movement

Communication, thinking, learning(even life lessons, or about yourself), travel, writing, siblings, negotiation, information, introspection

Venus: Love, Beauty, Harmony

Relationships, attraction, beauty, art, values, pleasure, social life, harmony, indulgence

Mars: Action, Desire, Conflict

Energy, drive, ambition, aggression, initiative, sexuality, competition, courage, assertiveness

Jupiter: Growth, Expansion, Wisdom

Growth, expansion, luck, optimism, philosophy, higher learning, travel, abundance, generosity

Saturn: Structure, Discipline, Limitation

Structure, discipline, responsibility, limitations, authority, perseverance, time, maturity, career

Uranus: Innovation, Change, Rebellion

Innovation, rebellion, change, freedom, individuality, technology, unexpected events, unconventionality

Neptune: Dreams, Intuition, Mysticism

Dreams, intuition, mysticism, spirituality, illusion, compassion, imagination, escapism, idealism

Pluto: Transformation, Power, Depth

Transformation, power, depth, rebirth, intensity, secrets, control, regeneration, shadow self

Chiron: Healing, Wounds, Growth

Healing, wounds, inner growth, wisdom, teaching, mentoring, empathy, vulnerability, self-discovery

PLANETS RULED BY AGE Ages 1 to 4 of your life is ruled by the Moon. Ages 5 to 14 is ruled by Mercury. Ages 15 to 22 is ruled by Venus. Ages 22 to 41 is ruled by the Sun. Ages 42 to 56 is ruled by Mars. Ages 57 to 68 is ruled by Jupiter. Ages 68 to death is ruled by Saturn.

I hope I explained it well, combining your profected house, time lord and the planets in the profected house and the ruling planet of your age, you can get some information about the themes and effects you might be experiencing in your life and use it as a guide for your betterment.

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Remember, nothing is bad/challenging and you always have free will for the most part of your life and you dont have to subscribe to things you dont wish for, all the best<33

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Mercury in Houses

Mercury in 1st House

You are an intellectual person and have a lot of questions. You are curious and restless. You may have difficulty slowing down your mind. You are quick witted and mercurial (especially in signs Gemini, Virgo, Aries). You learn a lot from experiences than textbooks. You can be proud intellectually or don't appreciate others viewpoints.

Mercury in 2nd House

Your mind is often focused on financial matters and wealth. You often think about increasing your income. You have a good mind for selling and commerce and may succeed in business. You can micromanage your finances. You may be a good speaker too.

Mercury in 3rd House

You have an active mind, and you are good at writing and communication. You are a quick learner and may be employed in customer care, IT and education sector. You love short travels on cycles, bikes, trains and cars. You can have a lot of contacts.

Mercury in 4th House

You can be bit introverted, and your feelings are strong. You are interested in psychology and the past. You are interested in human behavior. You are nostalgic and remember things from the past. You can change residences often.

Mercury in 5th House

You are interested in love and romance. You are communicative and flirty in love. Your thoughts are on romance and fun often. You can be a creative person and do well with storytelling. You like to read romantic novels and may publish storybooks for children. You can be good at stockmarket.

Mercury in 6th House

You can be nervous and interested in health, diet and hygiene. You are a hard worker and do well in fields related to numbers, accounting and documents. You are good in solving day to day problems practically and efficiently.

Mercury in 7th House

You are attracted to people who are intelligent, witty and communicative and seek these attributes in a partner. Intellectual rapport with others is important to you. You need to feel that you can discuss any aspect of your relationship with your partner. You are suited to public relations work, as you enjoy meeting people and dealing with the public in general.

Mercury in 8th House

You have a deep interest in occult and metaphysics. You can be uncommunicative and reserved. You are good at research and investigation. You may be good at managing other's assets and in corporate finance.

Mercury in 9th House

You are interested in higher knowledge, philosophy and spiritual matters. You are motivated to broaden your horizons. You can travel abroad for education and may be good at learning foreign languages.

Mercury in 10th House

Your mind is focused on professional achievement. You are suited to business, academic work, writing, journalism, politics and the communication industries. You have organizational skills, leadership capabilities and the ability to make executive decisions. You enjoy variety in your profession and may hold down more than one job or seek a career that constantly tests your skills.

Mercury in 11th House

Spending time with your friends is important to you. You belong to common interest groups or societies. A natural networker, you are able to bring people together for a purpose or cause.

Mercury in 12th House

You need to create a space in your life where you can retreat into your own private thoughts. You are quite happy in your own company and tend to prefer to work alone or behind-the-scenes. You may forget things easily.

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11 — COME BACK TO REMIND ME OF WHO I WAS

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + (non-endgame phillip graves)

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, enemies to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, pricegaz, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence

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“I forgot how ugly he was.”

Price, beside you, raises a slightly bemused brow. Taking the binoculars from your easy grip, he too, examines the target standing on the mansion’s balcony. A cigar sits between Price’s lips, mirroring the less sophisticated Marlboro between the Lieutenant General’s.

The man, one of the few higher-ups you were somewhat close with, is a decorated Shadow Company leader. Known for his strategy and persuasion, he was always a good asset.

Shame he was always this side of too touchy, and a general ass to anyone who had a vagina. Or an inclination for the same sex.

Real pity that he’s the one with the information you need, and the one you can’t kill.

“You’re not wrong, darlin’,” Price murmurs under his breath, exhaling a puff of smoke as he slips the cigar from his mouth, the cherry burning in the dark of night.

Ghost, like usual, is found a few buildings down, sniper at the ready. Soap and Gaz were ordered to stay behind for this mission, much to their chagrin. It was the closest you’d seen Gaz fight with his Captain, and Soap was just being generally pouty.

Both you, and Price, had managed to reason that expertise in explosions and protection wasn’t exactly wanted for a quick get-and-grab.

And, maybe, a small part of you needs a break from the two Sergeants. Your night with Gaz has infected your mind, even now, the day after. And seeing him, with his bright smile and dimples and eyes made your heart skip a beat. Especially with how no one could know of your rendezvous, lest you be kicked out of the deal.

Or worse.

You swallow, once, accepting the binoculars once more when Price hands them back to you with another puff of his cigar. He’s surprisingly courteous about it, not blowing the smoke into your face.

“Lt, we have eyes on the target. Over,” you speak into your radio, eyes like a hawk as you watch the Lieutenant General shake off flakes from his cigarette over the pristine white railing. He’s shorter than most, especially considering his rank, and you can’t help a small, private smile growing on your face at that small fact.

“Been around bloody Johnny too much,” Ghost mutters, and you roll your eyes. “No hostiles spotted, you’re good to go.”

Rising into a crouch, Price gives you a curt nod, before gesturing for you to follow him. You do so with quiet movements, the only sound the barely there crunch of dirt underneath your boots.

Your previous Lieutenant General was always an uncomfortably wealthy man, and you see now what he’s chosen to do with such an abundance of money. He lives in an off-the-grid mansion, deep in the middle of nowhere, only hills and trees around him.

Those families in Las Almas, displaced and killed and ruined – they were entirely more deserving of just a fraction of this wealth. Your tongue feels coated with something sour.

Price smells like cinnamon and spice, even in his gear, and it’s a scent that settles in your belly like a warm stew. 

It’s rare, these days, to see daylight. All this recon work done well past midnight, hiding in the shadows and staying low. Not your favourite, but at the same time, it’s kind of… nice, doing this, just you and Price and the moon. No having to tiptoe around what to say around Gaz, or avoiding Soap’s innuendos.

If only it wasn’t for Ghost, too, watching over the two of you.

God, how you hated that man. His snarky comments, the roll of his eyes, his mask he refused to take off. And the way he almost looked down at you, questioned your authority, not unlike all the men you’d known. Worked alongside. Hated, too, in much the same vein.

You wonder, distantly, if he’ll ever come around. If there was at all a possibility of a civil interaction between you both, one that didn’t end in death threats or glares or passing out.

“Somethin’s on your mind.”

Head snapping up, you meet Price’s knowing blue eyes. Calculating, always aware, always ready for the worst case scenario.

“Not really, Cap,” you easily shake off in a whisper, continuing to follow him, until your backs are pressed against the beige, concrete wall. Your assault rifle is pulled to your chest, safety off.

The bandage on your cheek had been replaced just this afternoon, a soothing balm and fresh wrappings alleviating the growing itch that had been forming on your face. What was another scar, even? This one, at least, had somewhat of a neutral memory attached.

Ghost’s chest, his arms, a single threat turned into a promise.

You blink.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed if you underestimate our smarts,” Price says, low, under his breath. His words have you halting.

“Sir –”

“I know you’re used to bein’ the smartest kid in the regiment,” he continues, not unkindly, “But you’d do yourself well to remember that my boys are here for a reason, too. We know more than you give us credit for.”

His voice is deep, gruff, even in the low whisper he’s reduced to. 

A shiver erupts down your spine as you feel out where to start climbing the wall, trying not to look at the man next to you. His words – they hit a part of you that you don’t want to acknowledge.

“Never said you guys weren’t smart, Captain.”

“Actions speak louder than words, Colonel.”

You have nothing to say to that – an irony, all things considered. Instead, you jerk your head towards the bricks that’ll allow you both to scale the side of the mansion. With your gloves on, the two of you make it to the third floor, shuffling through an open window.

It’s pitch black, except for a lone light turned on in your target’s study, just down the hall.

The air is stale, stifling, potent with old filing and decade-old cologne. It has your throat feeling clogged, your eyes slightly glassy as you move towards the light, gun at the ready.

This is, you realise, the first time you’re working beside the Captain.

You’d worked in tandem, obviously, but never so closely knit like this. With him at your six, his body like a furnace when beside your own, it’s an entirely new dynamic. So different to that of his subordinates – more steady, controlled.

Ghost is silent over the radio, a small mercy, as you two find your way into the study, backs to the wall as you quickly clear the room. You never knew when a surprise could be awaiting you.

“Check the drawers, I’ll look through the shelves,” Price whispers, a direct command delivered in a raspy breath.

You nod, immediately transferring your gun to your back as you rush through the desk’s contents.

The room is dusty, obviously having seen little use in recent years, and the drawers are filled to the brim with knick knacks. Old paper clips, photos, receipts – everything, except for what you need.

“Got anything?” You find yourself asking, a harsh whisper in the still quiet of the room.

Price shakes his head, a stern movement, still searching through the shelves with a stealthy yet quickened pace. You focus back on the drawers, going through each one with efficient and expert ease. Some old gum packets, paper clips. Fuck.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your throat feels thick with dread.

The contract you were looking for – it could be the beginning of the end. You needed this like you needed air, right now, and if you didn’t find it –

“Darlin’,” Price calls, smooth but demanding. You instantly look up, drawn to the man like a moth to a flame. “We’re goin’ to find it. Stop thinkin’.”

It’s, obviously, easier said than done.

You appreciate his sentiment – the way he’s trying to guide you – but that sinking feeling of despair has you gripped in its tenuous claws; unrelenting and powerful and cruel. It feels as though everything is riding on this; like your very existence will disappear as soon as you find out the document has.

A hand on your shoulder startles you out of your thoughts.

It’s Price.

“You need to get your head in, Colonel,” he orders, his voice no longer patient or kind. This is the voice of a Captain. “I am not about to waste my time here if you can’t do your job.”

It’s exactly what you need, right now, and he knows it. You know it.

You take a breath.

And you nod.

He claps your shoulder, a firm glint in his eyes as he jerks his head towards the rest of the room. You’re running on a timer – your mini spiral an unnecessary hurdle. All you have to do is block off that side of your brain, and get the bloody job done.

Although Ghost is still silent as ever, you can feel his looming presence even without being at all in his line of sight.

It’s debilitating.

With more meticulous movements and keener eyes, you look through the drawers. Less desperate, more knowing, because if there’s any doubt that you won’t find it –

“Target is leaving the balcony – I’m ‘bout to lose sight on ‘im,” Ghost’s quick voice starts through your radio. The slight tone of worry has every inch of you on edge. Your wide eyes flicker to Price’s – whose jaw sets.

“Copy, Lieutenant,” Price murmurs, voice low.

The gun strapped to your back feels heavier than before, now, and your hand drifts to the pistol attached to your thigh. The same one that’s come in handy time and time again.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Footsteps – down the hall. Heading towards –

A hand on the scuff of your neck. A door being pulled open – pitch black.

Your heart thunders in your chest, Price’s hand pressed against your sternum, his chest against yours. The air is tight, and you’re cornered in a…

Closet.

Price pulled you into a closet – and now, you’re stuck with his thigh between yours and his arm outstretched above your head. You feel entirely weak before him, the Captain of the 141.

If it was at all in question, anymore, you would’ve considered that this would be the perfect time to kill you. To be rid of Grave’s right-hand woman, and to cut off any loose ends.

Instead, all you can feel is his warm breath against your forehead.

The footsteps pause, but the creak of the study’s door has your spine rigid all over again. Price presses in closer to you – and you don’t make a single movement. Don’t speak a single word, in case its very syllables are your undoing.

You can’t see, not in this speckled darkness, but price’s very existence feels so strong against your own that you can’t help but shudder a breath.

“Sir – You can’t possibly be serious. Use your damn brain.”

Your ex-Lieutenant General hisses into what you assume is his phone. And by his grating voice dripping with stress? There’s only one man on this Earth that he could be talking to.

Phillip Graves.

You can’t make out what your Commander says in response – not through the small, tinny voice of the phone, but you can pretty much guess his sentiment.

“Most of our men are gone! We can’t take down that bloody Task Force –” He hisses, his voice palpably furious. Without realising it, you find yourself curling in further to Price – his own head ducking down to shield you subconsciously.

The creak of the study’s floorboards, echoing under the weight of the man’s boots, makes your heart pound.

You feel not unlike a small child, hiding from their parents while the sound of yelling and smashing glasses echoes around the room. The long since buried memory of your father – before he left, before he broke your mother’s heart – of dark hair and angry, pulsing veins. The same veins you inherited.

The ones of which you wish you could carve out of your skin, just to watch the fury bleed out.

“Why the fuck is she so important? Good pussy or not –” Your heart, a thud, thud, thud, “ – She’s just a girl. She’s not worth it.”

Price’s hand tightens his hand, unconsciously clasping your throat like it’s a new necklace of yours. It’s oddly comforting, even if it threatens to block your airflow. His chin nearly rests atop your head, so close, but all you get is the waft of cigars and ink.

Graves must respond with something – something that the man just a few feet away from you does not appreciate.

“At this rate, the worst case scenario is that she finds out,” the man starts to pace, the rhythm of his footfalls matching the heaving rises of your chest, “And then what? Get your fucking head in, Commander.”

Your mind’s flooded with possibilities, what could possibly constitute the worst case scenario, when the next sentence shatters you entirely.

“She’s smart, Commander, and she’s gonna want to figure out the truth of dear old mum’s death soon. Don’t be idiotic.”

Silence.

Your ears ring – your throat closes, and your common sense crumbles at your feet. 

The next few moments happen in easy, recognisable steps.

One. You shove Price off of you – not in a way that’d cause him pain, but forceful enough that he can’t push back in time to stop you.

Two. You swing the closet door open, the light flooding your view, along with the large frame of the Lieutenant General.

Three. You slide your trusty pistol from your hollister, flick off the safety, and aim with a shaky grip.

And you shoot.

The bullet slices clean and true through the man’s forehead, blood instantly dripping between his eyes as he falls forward, body slumping, until the phone clatters to the carpet alongside him.

Price yells something. You can’t hear it past the ringing in your ears, the muffled sound that drifts between reality and thought.

Dropping to your knees, you clasp the phone in your grip, blood staining the face of it. You bring it to your ear, hand no longer shaking. Steady as a surgeon.

Graves says something, sounding desperate.

“When I kill you, Commander,” you rasp, and you think you can hear Ghost’s irritating voice through your radio, “I’ll do it the same way I plan to finish Shepherd.”

“You’re gonna regret –” Graves hisses, but all you do is pull the phone from your ear, and press the circular red button.

The line cuts.

A hand falls to your shoulder, shaking you, and it’s only then that the ringing stops, and all of your other senses fall back into place.

The hand moves to the hair at the base of your skull, Price fisting it and pulling your head back to face him. He looks… angry, but it’s softened, somehow, by the understanding in his blue eyes.

“You had one order, Darlin’,” he borderline growls, and your skin prickles, “Tell me what that was.”

A petulant child is what you are. How he’s treating you.

You answer anyway.

“Not to,” you swallow, throat dry, “Not to kill him. Captain, you have to –” His grip on your hair tightens, and your words stop short.

He shakes his head, eyes narrowing. “If you’re gonna let your feelings get in the way of our mission…”

Even though he doesn’t finish his sentence, you understand the meaning of it. You’re acting reckless, growing impatient – risking yourself and others over petty disputes.

Everything feels so difficult, right now, impossible to comprehend. Like your mind’s on auto-pilot, your body, too.

Price releases his grip from your hair, and you find your gaze moving to the body laid in front of you.

And…

A piece of paper – folded – has fallen just beside his jacket’s pocket. You lean forward, clasping it between your hands without a second thought, and open it up with careful movements.

With every word you read, your mouth falls open wider – until you find yourself standing on unsteady feet, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes.

It’s.

“It’s not the contract,” you breathe, realising Price is just watching, waiting, looking out for you. You finally look up from the sheet. 

“It’s something better.”

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Reactions to The Unknown's Chapter 352

Brief summary: Group arrives at Earth 3's Sun God's temple. They meet a Sun God follower who briefs them with the current situation.

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Okay, I've accepted it. We really are in the New World arc now. Or should I call it the Earth 3 arc? Because it seems like it will not only be New World that is the stage. We'll be delving into the politics of presidential elections!

The group arrived at the temple of Sun God in Earth 3. They were greeted by Choi Seon Hee, a follower of the Sun God, and the CEO of Sun Corporation, Ltd. The Sun God had asked her to treat Alberu with respect, but Alberu pointed to Cale as their leader.

To summarize the info dump:

The temple was called the "Sun Building", a 25-floor building privately owned by the Sun God.

Sun Building served as an "adaptation place" for otherworlders.

The Sun God church owned Sun Corporation, Ltd., which was an investment company.

Sun Corporation, Ltd. was not much known to the public, but well-known to investors and the like.

Sun God was the largest shareholder of Sun Corporation, Ltd.

Choi Seon Hee was its CEO, but also the manager of the Sun God's personal assets.

Sun God was rich, her personal wealth alone made her one of the Top 10 richest person in the world.

Sun Corporation, Ltd. owned several tall buildings in the prime land of Roan's capital, and had enough wealth to not use those buildings and leave it all empty.

A president in Roan could have 4 terms.

Ahn Roh Man was a beloved president, and was running for reelection for his 4th term.

But public wanted change, especially when the honorary chairman of Transparent Co., Ltd. announced their intent to run for president a month ago, leading to a sharp decline of Ahn Roh Man's chance of being reelected.

In short, Sun God was really rich. And this led to Cale praising the Sun God, with GoD grumbling in the background. 🤣🤣🤣

Alberu and Rosalyn were understandably fascinated by the modern technology of Earth 3. But Cale, Alberu, and Rosalyn were also planning to join the political scene in Roan, perhaps to help Ahn Roh Man secure his 4th term as the president, by using the Sun God's massive wealth.

There was also GoD's comment that the Earth 3 world ignored his calls, making Cale and Alberu suspect that Earth 3 had allied with GoC and the hunters.

And how was Choi Seon Hee related to the Chois? Was her family the Earth 3 equivalent of the Choi family? Was that why CJG could easily use the Sun Building's portal to cross worlds when he stole Taerang back then?

Ending Remarks This was an introduction to Earth 3, so we got an info dump. Next chapter would be a reveal of Cale's plans in Earth 3.

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Mr Crown

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown Couple - Lucien Milo X OC Reader - (OC) Anastasia Morton (Assistant) Rating - flirty + Cute Word Count - 1435

Anastasia made a grand entrance as she sashayed into the opulent mansion. Her every step was marked by the distinct clicking of her black Louboutins against the marble floor. She wore sleek black stockings that complemented her skin-tight black dress, accentuated by a vibrant red belt. Her hair cascaded in carefully arranged curls, framing her face with effortless elegance. Around her neck, a delicate silver necklace shimmered, catching the light as she moved with grace and confidence.

Lucien couldn’t help but smile from his chair as he sat receiving his usual medication from his private doctor. He did have... A rather large crush on her, but surely he couldn't be blamed after all, to Lucien she was gorgeous! Not to mention her shapely body and large... Assets, the kind of chest you dream to squeeze, and a backside you fight the urge to spank. 

She played the crucial role of being his right-hand person, handling all administrative tasks, and managing the various businesses operating under the umbrella of Crown Industries. This company was involved in a wide range of ventures, from producing bottled water to providing private jets, and served as the source of his vast wealth and luxurious lifestyle.

"I hope I'm not disturbing Mr Crown," she said as professional as ever,

"You could never be disturbing, you have the right to disturb me any time of the day." he smiled, "That dress certainly suits you."

"Why thank you, sir," she cooed, "I must say, you're looking strong and handsome today," she cooed,

He chuckled at her praise, he knew he looked far from "strong" and "handsome" being as sick as he was, but he enjoyed the reassurance she gave him daily. A grin came to his face as he teased her in return. "Strong and handsome huh? Well, aren't you just so very charming today,"

She approached his chair and opened her folder, "Shall we?"

He let out a playful groan as she brought up the business, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. Deep down, he wished she would abandon the business talk and join him in a more leisurely pursuit, like sitting on his lap for example? Nevertheless, he nodded in agreement, signalling his willingness to engage in the discussion. As he reclined, he adjusted himself to get comfortable, preparing for a serious conversation ahead.

"The accountant has finally returned my phone calls he is back from his vacation in Figi and the numbers are in, all separate LLCs and company holdings have doubled from last quarter. The factory strike has finished on the east coast with only minor recruits needed. The builders have sent the quote for the upgrades to the downstairs bathroom," She explained, "And ... We seem to be paying for a boat? Don't know when you got a boat and didn't tell me?"

Lucien listened intently, impressed by her efficiency in handling all the business dealings. He chuckled when she mentioned the boat. "A boat? can't say... I remember... buying a boat. Put a pause on that."

"Is it perhaps something to do with Michael?"

"Perceptive as always. Perhaps it is." He had a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice as he continued. "Nothing gets past you, does it?"

"I like to know where every dollar goes. And his lab has been a large drain lately so perhaps I'll schedule a call with him," she said, "Tomorrow is the gala, Thursday is the opening and next week is the ceremonies so I'll pencil the call in sometime next week,"

Lucien nodded a smirk on his face at her efficiency and attention to detail. He chuckled at her comment about Michael's lab, knowing all too well it was taking a big chunk out of his wallet. "That's my girl, always planning ahead." He cooed, "The call can wait until next week, there's no rush. How many times are we going to end up at galas this month? I've lost count."

"... Sixteen." She answered, "The charity equitable, the Upper Billion club, the grand gallery, the museum, the anniversary which is taking four slots alone. Along with all the business part summer garden events and of course the upper billion clubs gala auction tomorrow,"

His eyebrows raised as she rattled off the list of events and he let out a low whistle, looking at her in surprise. "Sixteen? Well, we're certainly going to be busy these next few months." He chuckled and shook his head, but beneath his amused expression, there was a hint of weariness. "I don't know how you keep up with it all. You must spend your life organizing my social calendar."

"I have plenty of time to organize your time. Mr crown" she answered just she dropped her pen, rolled her eyes and bent over to grab it,

However, she did so in front of Lucien her slightly crooked stocking and the hint of the top of her suspenders,

Lucien's eyes widened and his breath stuttered as he got a glimpse of her backside and the top of her suspenders, his gaze travelling up her figure as she stood back up. He swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way her curves were emphasised by the tight dress.

"I... I see what you mean." He said in a slightly strained voice, a small smirk on his face as he tried to focus on the conversation. He slightly adjusts himself in the seat moving his hand a little to try and conceal that he was getting a hard-on from the sight, "I suppose I should just leave all the organizing to you then."

"It's what I do best, ohh I did get a call about tomorrow for the gala, asking to confirm your plus one," she asked,

Lucien chuckled when she asked about the plus one, knowing they went through this every time. He shrugged his shoulders, feigning nonchalance. "As always, you know I never have a date for those things." He looked at her for a second and an idea came to mind, he gave her a playful grin half kidding. "Unless you want to volunteer yourself, that is."

"As delightful as your company would be, I have enough work to do here,"

Lucien chuckled at her response, "Ah, of course, the ever-diligent assistant." He let out a theatrical sigh, "Here I am, the world's richest bachelor, and ... I can't even get a pretty girl to attend a gala with me. A mockery, really."

"Would you want me to?" She asked half teasing,

Lucien's smirk widened having not expected this usually it was only ever mentioned as a joke between them, but his gaze roamed over her figure appreciatively once again. "Now that's a stupid question, of course, I would. You're a beautiful and intelligent woman. What man in his right mind wouldn't want you on his arm?"

"Very well Mr crown. In that case, I'd like to drop off a last-minute holiday request for time off tomorrow morning in order to become adequately beautiful for such an event. And perhaps get use of the company credit card for a dress?"

Lucien chuckled, "Of course. I have no doubt you'll be gorgeous, as always. As for the credit card, consider it yours. Go and buy the most expensive dress you can find. Spare no expense."

"Thank you, sir. Well, be leaving at seven taking the Bentley."

Lucien nodded, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked up at her, "Excellent. Seven o'clock it is. I'll be sure to be ready and waiting." He gave her a wink, his gaze roaming over her figure once more before settling back on her face.

"If that's all you need me for today Mr Crown?"

Lucien's gaze lingered on her figure for a moment longer, a faint hint of disappointment that she was leaving so soon. But he forced a smile onto his face as he nodded. "Yes, that's all I need for today. You better go and start getting ready for tomorrow." He leaned back in his chair and gave her a playful grin. "And remember spare no expense, the most expensive dress you can find I want you on my arm as the most beautiful woman for miles."

"I have a few ideas," She smiled fixing his hair and stroking her hand down his cheek,

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she touched his hair and stroked his cheek, his gaze roaming over her face, taking in every feature. He leaned slightly into her touch, savouring the moment before she pulled away.

"Have a good evening, Lucien." She said as she headed out,

"You as well, my dear. Until tomorrow evening."

He watched her leave, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure, a mixture of longing and anticipation for tomorrow's event swirling within him.

[sataniccapitalist]

The top 10 asset management firms now control $50 trillion of global wealth. They answer to no one but the ultrarich — the 0.05 percent — whose fortunes they continue to expand. The rest of us pay the price. Investing in everything from fossil fuel companies to private prisons to weapons manufacturers, they provide the economic lifeblood for some of the most destructive forces in the world. This not only undermines democracy, but imperils our very survival

[treethymes]

With the exceptions of North Korea and Cuba, the communist world has merged onto the capitalist highway in a couple different ways during the twenty-first century. As you’ve read, free-trade imperialism and its cheap agricultural imports pushed farmers into the cities and into factory work, lowering the global price of manufacturing labor and glutting the world market with stuff. Forward-thinking states such as China and Vietnam invested in high-value-added production capacity and managed labor organizing, luring links from the global electronics supply chain and jump-starting capital investment. Combined with capital’s hesitancy to invest in North Atlantic production facilities, as well as a disinclination toward state-led investment in the region, Asian top-down planning erased much of the West’s technological edge. If two workers can do a single job, and one worker costs less, both in wages and state support, why pick the expensive one? Foxconn’s 2017 plan to build a U.S. taxpayer–subsidized $10 billion flat-panel display factory in Wisconsin was trumpeted by the president, but it was a fiasco that produced zero screens. The future cost of labor looks to be capped somewhere below the wage levels many people have enjoyed, and not just in the West.

The left-wing economist Joan Robinson used to tell a joke about poverty and investment, something to the effect of: The only thing worse than being exploited by capitalists is not being exploited by capitalists. It’s a cruel truism about the unipolar world, but shouldn’t second place count for something? When the Soviet project came to an end, in the early 1990s, the country had completed world history’s biggest, fastest modernization project, and that didn’t just disappear. Recall that Cisco was hyped to announce its buyout of the Evil Empire’s supercomputer team. Why wasn’t capitalist Russia able to, well, capitalize? You’re already familiar with one of the reasons: The United States absorbed a lot of human capital originally financed by the Soviet people. American immigration policy was based on draining technical talent in particular from the Second World. Sergey Brin is the best-known person in the Moscow-to-Palo-Alto pipeline, but he’s not the only one.

Look at the economic composition of China and Russia in the wake of Soviet dissolution: Both were headed toward capitalist social relations, but they took two different routes. The Russian transition happened rapidly. The state sold off public assets right away, and the natural monopolies such as telecommunications and energy were divided among a small number of skilled and connected businessmen, a category of guys lacking in a country that frowned on such characters but that grew in Gorbachev’s liberalizing perestroika era. Within five years, the country sold off an incredible 35 percent of its national wealth. Russia’s richest ended the century with a full counterrevolutionary reversal of their fortunes, propelling their income share above what it was before the Bolsheviks took over. To accomplish this, the country’s new capitalists fleeced the most vulnerable half of their society. “Over the 1989–2016 period, the top 1 percent captured more than two-thirds of the total growth in Russia,” found an international group of scholars, “while the bottom 50 percent actually saw a decline in its income.” Increases in energy prices encouraged the growth of an extractionist petro-centered economy. Blood-covered, teary, and writhing, infant Russian capital crowded into the gas and oil sectors. The small circle of oligarchs privatized unemployed KGB-trained killers to run “security,” and gangsters dominated politics at the local and national levels. They installed a not particularly well-known functionary—a former head of the new intelligence service FSB who also worked on the privatization of government assets—as president in a surprise move on the first day of the year 2000. He became the gangster in chief.

Vladimir Putin’s first term coincided with the energy boom, and billionaires gobbled up a ludicrous share of growth. If any individual oligarch got too big for his britches, Putin was not beyond imposing serious consequences. He reinserted the state into the natural monopolies, this time in collaboration with loyal capitalists, and his stranglehold on power remains tight for now, despite the outstandingly uneven distribution of growth. Between 1980 and 2015, the Russian top 1 percent grew its income an impressive 6.2 percent per year, but the top .001 percent has maintained a growth rate of 17 percent over the same period. To invest these profits, the Russian billionaires parked their money in real estate, bidding up housing prices, and stashed a large amount of their wealth offshore. Reinvestment in Russian production was not a priority—why go through the hassle when there were easier ways to keep getting richer?

While Russia grew billionaires instead of output, China saw a path to have both. As in the case of Terry Gou, the Chinese Communist Party tempered its transition by incorporating steadily increasing amounts of foreign direct investment through Hong Kong and Taiwan, picking partners and expanding outward from the special economic zones. State support for education and infrastructure combined with low wages to make the mainland too attractive to resist. (Russia’s population is stagnant, while China’s has grown quickly.) China’s entry into the World Trade Organization, in 2001, gave investors more confidence. Meanwhile, strong capital controls kept the country out of the offshore trap, and state development priorities took precedence over extraction and get-rich-quick schemes. Chinese private wealth was rechanneled into domestic financial assets—equity and bonds or other loan instruments—at a much higher rate than it was in Russia. The result has been a sustained high level of annual output growth compared to the rest of the world, the type that involves putting up an iPhone City in a matter of months. As it has everywhere else, that growth has been skewed: only an average of 4.5 percent for the bottom half of earners in the 1978–2015 period compared to more than 10 percent for the top .001 percent. But this ratio of just over 2–1 is incomparable to Russia’s 17–.5 ration during the same period.

Since the beginning of the twenty-first century, certain trends have been more or less unavoidable. The rich have gotten richer relative to the poor and working class—in Russia, in China, in the United States, and pretty much anywhere else you want to look. Capital has piled into property markets, driving up the cost of housing everywhere people want to live, especially in higher-wage cities and especially in the world’s financial centers. Capitalist and communist countries alike have disgorged public assets into private pockets. But by maintaining a level of control over the process and slowing its tendencies, the People’s Republic of China has built a massive and expanding postindustrial manufacturing base.

It’s important to understand both of these patterns as part of the same global system rather than as two opposed regimes. One might imagine, based on what I’ve written so far, that the Chinese model is useful, albeit perhaps threatening, in the long term for American tech companies while the Russian model is irrelevant. Some commentators have phrased this as the dilemma of middle-wage countries on the global market: Wages in China are going to be higher than wages in Russia because wages in Russia used to be higher than wages in China. But Russia’s counterrevolutionary hyper-bifurcation has been useful for Silicon Valley as well; they are two sides of the same coin. Think about it this way: If you’re a Russian billionaire in the first decades of the twenty-first century looking to invest a bunch of money you pulled out of the ground, where’s the best place you could put it? The answer is Palo Alto.

Malcolm Harris, Palo Alto

[rabbittwist]

Sweet Sugar

SugarDaddy!Albert Wesker X SugarBaby!Reader Sweet Sugar - Pt. 2 Sweet Sugar - Pt. 3

Summary: You, by some stroke of luck, managed to catch the infamous Albert Wesker as your sugar daddy on a common sugar app. Now, in exchange for his financial assistance and rewards, you attend lavish, high-company hosted events to play as his eye candy, and answer every beckoning call for whatever the case may be. At this point in your story, you were acting just as you were instructed to at a high class party a partnering company had thrown in commemoration of the successful partnership. One thing led to another, and you found yourself in the middle of hot gossip. How? Why don't you find out yourself..

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MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

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WARNING: [mild NSFW insinuation, biting, tooth puncture, slight blood, long drabble]

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Your arm was intertwined with Albert's as you both walked through the elevator doors and into the large, crowded ballroom. Many guests turned towards your entrance with the rich billionaire, interest sparking about him before their attentions landed on you with glints of curiosity, and some envy. Upon the usual invitation from Wesker, you were brought to play as his eye candy for another luxurious event held by one of the many high class companies of the world. Instead of it being the common show-of-wealth party, it was a celebratory event for the successful partnership between Umbrella, and Louis Vuitton.

Louis Vuitton was the last company you expected to partner with a military-esk empire such as Umbrella, but from Albert's explanation, his company only partnered with the luxury brand because of financial gain. They needed more funding for their researching teams, and seeing as Umbrella already had their name under almost every item of purchase to exist, what's one opulence label going to change? Well, besides money.

"Mr. Wesker! So good of you to finally make your appearance."

You gazed up at a well dressed brunette, his hair split down the middle to touch his ears and brows. He looked to be in his early 20s, his blue eyes not looking aged in the slightest as they met with yours before meeting with Albert's. He strode towards you with intent, stopping outside of the acquaintance bubble while sticking out his hand for your partner to shake.

Albert took his offer and shook with a simple acknowledgement, "Mr. Tyler."

The representative turned his attention towards you, his smile ever present as he also gave you his hand, "Miss, thank you for coming as well."

You gave him a simple smile, your eyes darting to the side at Wesker as you placed your free hand on his forearm, hesitantly. He gave a short nod at your asking gaze, allowing you to shake the stranger's hand that was offered.

Your smile remained while you gave Mr. Tyler your palm, intending to shake his hand politely as you spoke, "Of course. I wouldn't miss an occasion as special as this."

You took your hand back when the shake was done and placed it back on Albert's arm, Tyler nodding at your response before addressing back to his new company partner, "If it's alright with you, I'd like to speak in private before you go mingle amongst the guests."

This caught Wesker's interest, his brow quirking up at the proposal, "What may be the topic of conversation to pull me away from my spouse?"

You felt your cheeks heat at the mention of being called his spouse, yet remained as calm faced as you could while he gained an answer, "It is talk of funding and payment. We have something important to mention as well that could be added to the contract."

You looked up at Albert, his gloved fingers combing through his groomed locks in a moment of thought. Would you be okay if he left you alone for a few minutes? This partnership wasn't that much of an asset, but the funds Umbrella would gain overnight would help progress his research greatly. But what would happen in that small fraction of time away from you? Surely nothing, and Albert was overthinking things as per usual, but the doe eyed look you gave him was calling to his instincts to stay by your side- .. What was he thinking? He doesn't need to worry about leaving you for a little while, you're not something that should be of top priority right now - his research was far greater than anything you could comprehend, so why was he worried about a measly little girl? This money was a necessity to take bigger steps forward with his projects, and he’ll be damned if he were to damage this relationship over his sugar baby, of all things. Yet, that feeling in his chest at the thought of leaving you..

Wesker allowed his arm to rest by his side once more, his voice hardening noticeably by both you and Tyler, "Why wasn't any of this mentioned during the signing of our contract?"

Something pooled inside of you when you heard his voice harden, the command for an answer over something overlooked sparking warmth in your stomach. You looked over at Mr. Tyler and caught his eyes glimmering with apprehension, looking to find words to actually give an answer while he lightly licked his upper lip.

When he had remembered, after being caught off guard, the brunette gave a professional smile, “Our sponsors wished to pitch in after hearing of our partnership. So, another calculation must be made of how much currency Umbrella will receive.”

“Why must this be done in my presence?” Albert continued to question.

Tyler still struck back, “It is a matter of legal witness by both you and a present lawyer.”

You felt the muscles you were intertwined with tense, your eyes gazing at Albert’s now tight fist as his bicep and forearm contracted under your touch. You remained quiet and continued to listen on their conversation, “And what about the other matter?”

“That is not something I have knowledge of, “ Mr. Tyler sighed while crossing his arms, “Two of the sponsors were adamant on talking to you alone about the subject.”

Albert clenched his jaw, taking in a deep breath of tense air; it was the mental struggle of leaving you that was affecting him so bad in the head. On a normal basis, he would just excuse himself from his partner and go about business, but with you, it was like a battle within himself to stay by your side. He didn’t understand. Why were you so different? He just wanted to handle his partnership like usual, but instead, he was throwing a whole questionnaire the kid’s way in an attempt to stay with you if it wasn’t all that important.

As if sensing the inner conflict in Wesker, you slid a hand down his arm and to his fist, rubbing a careful thumb against the gloved appendage in a comforting manner. He noticed this gesture and looked down at you with a sideways glance, his head soon turning fully to you when he saw you were about to say something to him.

You gave him a warm look as you spoke, your eyes looking impossibly more doe-like, “It’s alright, you can go with Mr. Tyler for the contract details. I’ll be just fine by the bar..”

Albert took a moment to bask in your words, before a harsh look adorned his features as he looked back at the other male. He hid his conflicting frustration very well, the outside showing no bother as years of serving his country and past captain work with S.T.A.R.S. trained his body into molding masks at the drop of a pin. All Daniel Tyler could see was a calm, intimidating Albert Wesker silently communicating with his beloved. That calm appearance was dropped, however, when the man himself gave him the harsh look he now adorned. Despite his tinted shades that kept his eyes hidden, you knew the glare that hid behind the black covered lens all too well from how his body straightened and voice deepened.

“Seven minutes, and that’s all I’ll spare you.”

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You stood by the bar just as you told Wesker, your finger gliding around the rim of your almost finished strawberry daiquiri. This was your second glass of the sweet drink, the alcohol barely kicking into your system from the rum added into the mix (a little more than what the recipe called for). The tipsy sensation was definitely making its place known in your system, yet you found yourself still able to put on a sober facade against the many people that came to greet you; you assumed the only reason they bothered with your presence was because of your connection to Albert Wesker, their greed for a possible spot by his side through you showing from their overly sweet manners.

"Mr. Wesker has such good taste- your dress is gorgeous! Who is the designer?"

"That necklace is beautiful for your complexion! Did Wesker pick it out for you?"

"I must know who Albert brought in to do your hair, it compliments your face perfectly. Would you mind sending me his details for the dresser?"

It was the same question at the end of every accolade. "Would you please give me Albert Wesker's contact information?"

They must've thought you were naive enough to fall for their sugar coated lies, because that glimmer of deceiving dark was all too obvious. Before, you would've given his information without a question asked, your fear of being somehow targeted and erased from existence forcing your hand. But now, knowing who you serve under as his kept woman, you knew you'd be safe against the dark of high society. Albert laid down rules in your contract of how to act and what to do in an event such as this, and amongst the lay down, he warned you of the snakes in the tall grass. He assured nothing would happen to you if you avoided such questions, and that denying them these details was a must unless he said otherwise.

In response to their questioning, you'd give them an innocent smile before plastering on a thoughtful expression as you spoke, "Thank you for the kind remarks, I'll make sure Albert's aware of them. Sadly, I don't know his contact information as he has yet to inform me of his business details. I'll let his secretary know of your need for his connection."

With that, your conversation would end and they would leave you back to your drinking. It was annoying that they only wanted you for their own benefit, because you genuinely wanted to be friends with some of these people, but it is what it is, you suppose. You looked at the smoothie-like drink and watched the straw mix the already stirred liquid. Bored. You felt bored. Wesker still hasn’t come back yet, and it’s only been - you take a look at the time - 4 minutes. Huh, you guess he really meant 7 minutes. You sighed quietly as you gazed at the crowd behind you and took another sip from your straw.

"Hello there."

The silky tone of the stranger's voice caught you off guard, a heat now present on your cheeks because of the huskiness you picked up on. You ignored the greeting, thinking they were talking to someone else, and continued to sip on your drink. A deep chuckle rang through your ears as a hand touched your shoulder, causing you to almost spit out your daiquiri before turning to meet whoever was now touching you.

The person in question let out another laugh, raising his hands in defense, "Woah, easy there! I didn't mean to startle you."

The rough southern accent caught you off guard, but you plastered on a warm smile, nonetheless, "It's alright. I just didn't think you were talking to me."

The male returned the smile, his eyes trailing up and down your body as he let out a low whistle, "You look mighty fine in that dress, if you don't mind me sayin'."

An awkward chuckle escaped you, but you quickly covered it with a confident posture, and crossed your arms, "Need to tell Mr. Wesker that?"

He gave a small shake of his head, the deep brown hair shaking with his momentum, "Why tell him that when you're the one wearin' it?"

This caught you by surprise, but you smiled at the comment while joking, "Someone finally sees my worth."

The stranger gave a small laugh, "You have a lot more than you know!"

You felt your cheeks warm up, but stayed neutral with the look you gave him. He stepped towards you and bowed his head, "The name's Alexander McCandless. I'm a representative from Louis Vuitton.. And you would be?"

Alexander gazed up at you with a warm smile, offering his hand for yours as you allowed him to take your palm, "(Y/n) (L/n). I was invited to attend with my partner."

When you thought he would shake hands, he did something unexpected that made your breathing get caught in your throat. Alexander took your knuckles up to his lips and gave them a small peck, his eyes still connected with yours while taking his time with the kiss. Your eyes widened at the gesture, and you felt much hotter in the face as a churning sensation rested at the pit of your stomach.

When he pulled back and straightened his posture, he kept your knuckles close to his lips with a grin of interest, "What a shame. I should be the one to invite you next time, Miss (L/n)."

You pulled your hand away quickly and hid it behind your back with your pairing appendage, now holding them together tightly as your nerves entered your system, "I don't think my spouse would fancy another man taking me around.."

McCandless let out a soft scoff, "It would only be as friends, nothing more.. Unless, you see me as something more?"

You felt your palms get sweaty, now fully uncomfortable with the male in front of you, "We just met, and I would never betray my lover no matter who may stand before me."

"Of course, of course.. Say, would you mind accompanying me around? My partner is handlin' business with the new partnership, and I have no company."

You shook your head politely, "No thank you. I promised to stay at the bar and wait for him to return.. I'm sure another woman would be glad to walk around with you."

Alexander took another step forward, you suddenly feeling pinned against the bar countertop, "It'll only be for a couple of minutes, darlin'. I promise to bring you right back."

Okay, this has gone on long enough. Just when you were about to snap at him, you felt a hand snake its way around your waist and pull you into a solid side. Your hands snapped up onto the person's tuxedo in an attempt to keep yourself stable, the grip on your waist tight in a protective hold as you sunk into their side.

"She said no, Mr. McCandless."

Wesker was livid, from what you could feel, his voice deep and threatening despite the calm look he had on his face (well, it was as calm as he could get it despite the obvious angered look on his face).

"Mr. Wesker!" Alexander said in awe before it contorted into anxious nerves as he looked between you and Albert, "I had no clue this was your spouse!"

How badly Wesker wanted to scoff at his stupidity, but his beyond pissed off mood was preventing any sort of sarcasm to escape him, "Yet, even when my wife said she had a spouse, you continued to harass her?"

You glanced around at the crowd that began to form, gossip ringing through the guests at the scene before them. You began to feel anxious and clutched onto Albert's tuxedo tighter while trying to hide your face by looking away.

"I didn't want to leave her alone for someone to harass her, sir. You got it all wrong!"

You felt the hold on your waist tighten in a painful grasp, Wesker's patience thinning quickly at the southerner's excuses, "I've heard enough from you, Mr. McCandless."

The male in question went quiet, "I will make sure appropriate action is taken against you for blatantly trying to bedevil my. Wife."

The way Albert ingrained into Alexander's skull that you were his wife was causing embarrassment to flush into you, so much so that you tugged on his tux to get his attention.

He snapped his head down at you, your puppy eyes softening him just barely, and your voice releasing the tension in his chest, "Can we.. please leave? They're staring.."

Albert straightened up, noticing your discomfort from all the attention, and acknowledging your wish, "We're leaving. Move aside."

At his command, the crowd parted to let you through, murmurs going about the guests over what just occurred. You pressed up against Wesker in a feeble attempt to hide yourself better, him noticing and pulling you as close as possible. You found comfort in the scent of his cologne, and sniffed subtly at his jacket as the dopamine flooded your sensors, calming your nerves. You both strode back to the elevator you came from, and Albert called for the lift with the press of a button. You both waited, the feeling of large attention all over you as clear as day, yet you paid little mind to prevent anymore stress on your brain. When the elevator arrived and opened, Albert gestured for you to get in first while he held the doors apart with his now stuck out arm. You had no intention to argue and went straight inside, continuing to look at the ground to avoid the obvious stares that examined your being. Wesker went in after you, pressing the button that would take you down to the parking lot while placing his arm around your shoulder blades and tugging you to him. The last thing the crowd saw before the doors closed was a very pissed off Albert Wesker, and his anxious "wife."

When the doors did shut, the silence felt louder than usual, more tense. It lasted for what felt like ages before you built up the courage to finally talk.

"Mr. Wesker," You quietly spoke, "I'm so sorry-"

You were slammed against the lift walls, a sharp gasp leaving your lips while you quickly lift your hands up to Albert's chest. His hands were planted on either side of your head, giving you no room to escape his clutches as he peered down at your now shaking figure. When he spoke, his voice spat venom with every word, and the grip he had on the wall strained against his fingers.

"Did that filthy bastard touch you?"

You felt the air get caught in your throat at his curse - he never cursed, even when he's pissed he kept his composure clean and scary. If you were barely red before, you were definitely scarlet now, and you could no longer keep eye contact with Wesker as you looked at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Your voice was shaky as you gave him a response, not having it in you to lie, "Y-yes.. He did.."

The sharpness of his tone made you flinch, "Where did he touch you?"

"Mr. Wesker, it's really not necessary-"

He slammed his hand against the wall, causing you to yelp and go quiet, "Where. Did. He. Touch. You."

The assertive actions he made caused you to press your legs together, a dirty sensation ripping through you like a wave and straight towards your lower end. You were ashamed you actually enjoyed this side of him, but you couldn't help how your body reacted with his dominance.

Despite this, you took a deep breath and stuttered out an answer, "H-he touched my shoulder.. And.. A-And.."

"And?"

You kept quiet for a moment longer before raising your eyes to his shades, "And he.. kissed my hand.."

Albert remained silent at your confession, his voice reaching a deeper octave than before when he finally spoke, "Which shoulder did he grab?"

"My right, sir.."

In one swift movement, Albert flipped your body towards the wall, and you let out a shocked gasp as your chest pressed tightly against the lift. He proceeded to then shove your hair over your left shoulder to give him a better view of your right, and pulled down the strap that rested against your skin.

"Mr. Wesker- oh!"

His hands intertwined with yours against the wall before you felt his lips press against your shoulder over and over, your eyes tightly shutting at the wonderful sensation. You pressed your backside flush against him in response, his chest radiating warmth into your body, and his crotch pressed tightly against your rear. He growled against your flesh before doing something you least expected. Albert bit down harshly into your shoulder, his fanged teeth breaking through your body and earning a pained whine from you as he marked your skin in an animalistic fashion.

"A-Albert, it hurts.. Please, let go!" You complained almost pathetically.

He then went on to suck on your flesh and taste your crimson fluid while leaving a dark hickey paired with the bite. He practically purred at your second pained whine before growling when you tried pulling away, his grip on your hands tightening and pushing them more against the lift's walls. You had no choice but to accept his claiming actions with a high pitched sigh, your eyes now fluttering partially open and brows furrowing up into a pleasured expression. Sensing your submission, Albert released his hold on your shoulder and licked the punctured skin in an attempt to sooth the stinging aftermath as a reward of sorts.

He leaned his head back and away from your marked shoulder to admire his work, licking up the bloody mess from the corner of his mouth before tasting the rest on his lips. He relished the taste of your blood against his tongue, a feral look now lingering in his hidden eyes as he stared at the bitten, bruised skin. Albert released a deep, proud sigh over what he'd done, now leaning down into your ear close enough so you could feel his hot breath blow against your vulnerable shell.

With a low, thick voice, he spoke straight into your ear, causing the hairs on your neck to stand, and goosebumps to litter down your back, "No man or woman is allowed to touch you. You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you."

You whimpered at his harsh toned words, somehow finding it in you to bite back, "I'm just your sugar baby, and nothing more! I don't understand why you're claiming me!"

Albert let out a dark chuckle before snapping back, "According to the contract you signed, you're my woman despite being my sugar baby. In fact, you practically lit up when it was mentioned during our meeting, so why, dearheart, do you sound so distraught over something you agreed to?"

You were about to respond, yet when you tried speaking words, nothing came out, and you slowly closed your mouth as result of that. He was right. I did agree to it. When you had no comeback, he smirked at your silence before moving on.

"Now.. Which hand did he kiss?"

You shakily sighed, flexing the fingers on your right hand, "My right, sir.."

Slowly, his right hand untangled from the hold he had on yours before grazing it under your palm, interlocking with your fingers once again. With a teasingly long moment, Wesker pulled your hand back towards himself, and made sure you could see everything he was about to do; he began to kiss the very knuckles that scumbag had the audacity to peck. You felt a stronger heat rest in your groin as you watched Albert's lips claim your knuckles with soft, delicate kisses. It caused a pleasured exhale to escape from your chest, and he couldn't help but smirk against your skin as he continued to blissfully abuse each knuckle.

He took a moment to pull away from your hand, stating the obvious that you so desperately tried to hide, "Don't think for a second that I don't see how your body is reacting to me. Your thighs pressing together under that dress. Your heavy breathing. The way your eyes are watching every kiss I place on your knuckles.. You're practically an open book, my dear little (Y/n)."

Albert placed another long kiss on your hand before speaking again, his lips making a quiet smacking noise as he pulled away, "When we get to my housing, do not get ready to leave."

You stammered from the sudden order, "W-why?"

He pulled back from a third kiss, "You won't be going home tonight."

Wesker kept away from your hand as he continued, "This tie I'm wearing has many uses, dearheart, and I'm determined to find out where it would look best on your body.. Perhaps tied around your wrists as I give you slow affection? Or maybe wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours as I ravage your body, and rid it of any remembrance of that fools' touch?"

You let out an involuntary squeak at his words, earning a deep chuckle from the blonde behind you. With a sigh against your knuckles, he pulled back from his returning kiss once more, "Your body is positively divine. I can't leave it alone any longer and let scum like that think it's for the taking. You will feel every part of me tonight, taste every part of me tonight.. You will be claimed by my hand like no other could ever dream of doing."

When Albert was about to go in for another kiss, the elevator dinged to signify the arrival of your stop. He hummed in response to the noise, peeling away from your quivering body while taking your arm in his just as before. You were stood in shock over what just occurred in the privacy of an elevator out of all things. You stared at the opening doors before realizing that you were now harshly marked on your right shoulder, and your strap was drooping down your arm. With a quick fix, you placed it back in its spot and did your best to hide the feral blemish with your hair, a rough hand soon moving your locks onto your left shoulder to keep it from being hidden. You glanced up at Albert, getting ready to place your hair back until you felt his side gaze on you through the tinted shades. He was facing forward, but the concealed look he gave you told you everything you needed to know; Keep your hair out of the way. Let everyone see the claim I’ve made on you.

God, what have you agreed to?

-

[stevenbarnum]

[workersolidarity]

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FIVE RICHEST BILLIONAIRES DOUBLE THEIR WEALTH SINCE 2020 WHILE 5 BILLION ARE MADE POORER

Oxfam International, a British-founded International Charitable organization based in Nairobi, Kenya, says the world's richest people have managed to double their wealth since 2020, as 5 billion people are made poorer as a result of a "decade of division."

Oxfam made the claims in a press release on its recently published report released Monday, January 15th on inequality and global corporate power called "Inequality Inc."

According to Oxfam, the world's richest people have more than doubled their wealth from $405 billion to $869 billion since 2020, a rate equivelent to $14 million per hour, while approximately 5 billion people have been made poorer in the same time period.

"If current trends continue," the statement says, "the world will have its first trillionaire within a decade but poverty won't be eradicated for another 229 years."

Oxfam looks to the Davos gathering of the world's largest corporations, pointing to the valuations of the top ten largest companies, together worth more than $10.2 trillion.

“We’re witnessing the beginnings of a decade of division, with billions of people shouldering the economic shockwaves of pandemic, inflation and war, while billionaires’ fortunes boom. This inequality is no accident; the billionaire class is ensuring corporations deliver more wealth to them at the expense of everyone else,” Oxfam's International interim Executive Director Amitabh Behar is quoted as saying.

“Runaway corporate and monopoly power is an inequality-generating machine: through squeezing workers, dodging tax, privatizing the state, and spurring climate breakdown, corporations are funneling endless wealth to their ultra-rich owners. But they’re also funneling power, undermining our democracies and our rights. No corporation or individual should have this much power over our economies and our lives —to be clear, nobody should have a billion dollars”.

According to Oxfam, Billionaires increased their wealth by $3.3 trillion since 2020, a growth rate three times faster than inflation.

Oxfam adds that, despite representing just 21% of the global population, the countries of the Global North own 69% of global wealth, with Global North countries home to 74% of global billionaire wealth.

Further, the top 1% own 43% of all global financial assets, with billionaires owning 48% of wealth in the Middle East, 50% in Asia, and 47% in Europe.

In addition to overall wealth, 148 of the world's largest corporations raked in $1.8 trillion in total net profits, a 52% increase over the period from 2018-2021.

Corporate windfalls increased to nearly $700 billion, with the report finding that for every $100 in profits made by the top 96 major corporations between July 2022 and June 2023, $82 was paid out to wealthy shareholders.

Oxfam International interim Executive Director Amitabh Behar says that “Monopolies harm innovation and crush workers and smaller businesses. The world hasn’t forgotten how pharma monopolies deprived millions of people of COVID-19 vaccines, creating a racist vaccine apartheid, while minting a new club of billionaires."

The Oxfam press release goes on to point our that people are working harder and for longer, often for poverty wages in unsafe jobs, adding that the wages of nearly 800 million people have not kept up with inflation, losing $1.5 trillion in value over the last two years, the equivalent of nearly a month's lost wages for each individual worker.

Oxfam also found that, of the 1'600 largest companies, less than 0.4% of them are publicly committed to paying employees a living wage.

Oxfam shows how a "war on taxation" by large corporations has pushed the effective tax rates on corporations to fall by a third in recent decades, while relentless privitization of public services like education and water services have expanded massively.

“We have the evidence. We know the history. Public power can rein in runaway corporate power and inequality —shaping the market to be fairer and free from billionaire control. Governments must intervene to break up monopolies, empower workers, tax these massive corporate profits and, crucially, invest in a new era of public goods and services,” said Behar.

“Every corporation has a responsibility to act but very few are. Governments must step up. There is action that lawmakers can learn from, from US anti-monopoly government enforcers suing Amazon in a landmark case, to the European Commission wanting Google to break up its online advertising business, and Africa’s historic fight to reshape international tax rules.”

Oxfam offers three notes on how governments can rectify the situation, including the following:

🔹 Revitalizing the state. A dynamic and effective state is the best bulwark against extreme corporate power. Governments should ensure universal provision of healthcare and education, and explore publicly-delivered goods and public options in sectors from energy to transportation.

🔹 Reining in corporate power, including by breaking up monopolies and democratizing patent rules. This also means legislating for living wages, capping CEO pay, and new taxes on the super-rich and corporations, including permanent wealth and excess profit taxes. Oxfam estimates that a wealth tax on the world’s millionaires and billionaires could generate $1.8 trillion a year.

🔹 Reinventing business. Competitive and profitable businesses don’t have to be shackled by shareholder greed. Democratically-owned businesses better equalize the proceeds of business. If just 10 percent of US businesses were employee-owned, this could double the wealth share of the poorest half of the US population, including doubling the average wealth of Black households.

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@WorkerSolidarityNews

[financieur]

#FINANCIALBRANCH. Money makes the world go round, and the same saying was true for Spectre, and its' successor, Quantum. The finance branch was born the same day as Spectre itself, along with other ever-present branches like Counter-Intelligence and Tactical Operations [ known as Soldiery until the 70s ]. Despite those antique roots, the financial branch evolved constantly to remain at the vanguard of their trade, often being ahead of the competition.

The branch's primary reason to be was to manage Spectre's financial assets and keep those well invested, as well as making sure those funds were ready for use. As time passed it evolved to offering similar financial services for organizations that were, for one reason or another, restricted from accessing legitimate banking systems. Any organization was welcome to their services, as long as they could find it and afford it.

Like all other branches, the Finance Branch operates behind the mask of multiple other front companies, all in order to hide the true name and nature of their organization. There are five major companies that act as pillars to the branch: Nexus Investment & Management, Suisse de L'Industrie, Eisenband, CX Worldwide and Qoya Capital. All of those fronts operate in legal means, providing clean profit and a way to clean their own illegal funds.

The branch holds headquarters in 29 countries [ Monaco, New York, Dubai, London and Tokyo being the biggest ones ], servers in 9 countries and it operates in all 253 territories [ 193 U.N recognized countries, 55 dependent territories and 4 territories with ongoing struggles ] with only Antarctica being uncovered.

The current triad in control of the Financial Branch is composed by Le Chiffre [ Alias, real name Marcel Renè Venier-Couvillon, operating as Jacquin Allard and other 12 identities ], Beatrice Trauschke and Cissonius  [ Alias, real name Daniel Wright, operating as Henry Thompson and other 5 identities ]. This is the team responsible for overseeing all the activities, legal and otherwise, under the umbrella of the Financial branch, and are the arbitrators behind every dispute regarding the path of the branch, furthermore, they each oversee one of the subsidiaries controlled by the branch, respectively Nexus, La Banque Suisse de L'Industrie and Eisenband Capital.

Nexus in an asset management company, with its expertise laid in private banking, brokerage, consultation and management of wealth for both individuals and companies. La Banque Suisse de L'Industrie is a multinational bank with focus in providing international banking services and financial support lines for companies and organizations. Eisenband Capital is a capital market group, specialized in locating and funding or acquiring companies that are branded as promising in their respective areas.

All those companies serve the true purpose of acting as the backbone of Quantum, controlling the entirety of the Group's financial transactions, investments, liquid assets and casinos.

The front companies have plenty legitimate clients, being well known companies in the international economic landscape, and their public services can be hired as any other bank, however that process is more complex when regarding their backdoor business. For an organization or individual to be able to utilize Quantum's international banking services they must be given referral by another organization that runs money through them or pass a screening process in person done by someone assigned by the Financial Branch [ this is the process that determines operational costs, liabilities, calculate management fee and open space for negotiation before drawing a contract ], as well as offer an initial amount of 50 millions USD or more. Management fee for illicit businesses vary between 3% and 12% of the total value, depending on region, risk, logistics and nature of business.

Those accounts must name a successor or benefactor for the managed assets in case of death of the account's responsible or the hiring organization's leadership. In case one of those stances happen, the successor musr claim ownership of the account within 90 days or the assets become permanent property of Quantum.

All of their financial services count on extensive infrastructure: offices in most major cities, digital applications and management tools, multiple payment methods, liquid assets transportation and storage services, and dedicated managers to larger accounts. For clients who can't afford any form of visibility, alternative methods of access are offered, such as in-person services for added management fees or 1-to-1 kinds of cryptocurrency.

The financial branch is also responsible for any transactions, payments and debt collections that might be necessary to Quantum's operations. For the funding of their underbelly operations, the financial branch provides the other branches or the service providing organizations with payment options in cryptocurrency or unmarked gold bars, as those are untraceable. For payment of bounties or first-serve-first-come opportunities, to-the-bearer medallions are given and can be collected in any casino controlled by Quantum in the currency of choice. And finally, for collaborators who need to take a large amount of cash abroad, torn playing cards [ digitally marked for authentication ] can be traded for money or gold in any CX Worldwide agency.

Debt is collected after a 90 days tolerance period, during which no large transactions are allowed to the debtor's account, and in case of failure to provide payment, all assets are seized. If the amount within the accounts lack enough funds to cover the debt, Tactical Operations are contacted for direct interference and seizing of any found liquid asset. Attempts to interrupt the seizing are answered with significant force.

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[capitalism-and-analytics]

The primary cause of the current economic state isn't inflation, though that is the excuse corporate entities use, but rather the fact that people don't have enough money to live. You see, an economy only works when money is moving. But the rich don't spend it. They hoard it. Money in the hands of the people on the other hand does get spent and moved, because people spend it to live. By refusing to put restriction on corporations, who by their nature as capitalistic entities want to move as much wealth in as few hands as possible, you make the economy worse. The truth is, the current economic state can only be blamed on the current economic philosophy. And that's capitalism.

Although I agree with your opening statement that inflation is not the primary cause of the current economic state, I disagree with the remainder of your argument.

But the rich don't spend it. They hoard it.

That is incorrect. This idea that the rich have some Scrooge McDuck style of vault where they are hoarding all this cash that is inaccessible to the rest of the economy is a blatant fallacy.

Majority of rich people fall into one of three categories:

Individuals who actively invest (i.e. spend) their capital in businesses, startups, and ventures that create jobs and drive innovation.

Individuals who let asset managers invest (i.e. spend) their capital to grow their wealth.

Individuals who save most of their capital in financial institutions and those financial institutions use those assets to invest the capital or loan out the capital to earn themselves a profit in exchange for securing the capital. This is the primary form of revenue generating activities done by banks.

Money in the hands of the people on the other hand does get spent and moved, because people spend it to live.

This is actually a very interesting point as it is very controversial and widely debated between economists for which is better for the economy to prosper: poor people's spending habits or rich people's spending habits.

Both rich and poor spending can contribute to economic growth and welfare, but they have different impacts and dynamics. While rich spending can drive economic expansion and job creation, poor spending supports local businesses and enhances the well-being of individuals within lower-income brackets. It is important to strike a balance and ensure that both groups have opportunities to participate in economic activities and benefit from a thriving economy.

[...] who by their nature as capitalistic entities want to move as much wealth in as few hands as possible, you make the economy worse.

That is incorrect. Their nature is to behave and act in pursuit of the self-interests of their private owners. If the self-interests of those individuals is to move as much wealth in as few hands as possible, then yes, but that is not a inherent characteristic or perquisite to operating in a capitalist system. Moreover, the same behavior can and does occur within socialist systems too.

The main difference though is that those self-interests are controlled by private individuals in capitalist systems and by the collective public in socialist systems.

The truth is, the current economic state can only be blamed on the current economic philosophy. And that's capitalism.

There has never been an absolute capitalist system [or absolute socialist system], but merely mixed systems. Trying to generalize any macro-economy to a singular economic philosophy is naïve and lacks critical assessment. If you wish to blame something on a capitalist philosophy, which there is plenty, then may I recommend you focusing on far more specific behaviors or policies?

[azspot]

America is a plutocracy. That does not mean only that wealth distribution is wildly uneven. It means also that nearly every major institution or process in our society is, if not directly for sale, then subject to financial constraints that make the influence of rich individuals and corporations difficult, and often impossible, to resist. Politicians at every level, who must begin, immediately upon taking office, to devote roughly half of their time to fundraising for the next campaign; university presidents and deans browbeaten by billionaires; public-television executives desperate to sell prestige for pennies; federal regulators who hope to exchange their meager salaries for more generous ones from some company their agency now regulates; newspaper editors badgered by their publishers because some corporation has threatened to sue, even with no hope of winning, in the knowledge that the newspaper cannot afford a suit; gigantic asset-management funds that now control an astounding 40 percent of the world’s wealth, including an increasing share of the physical and social infrastructure on which modern life depends; predatory private-equity funds, which use tailor-made tax laws to profitably destroy functioning companies, including hospitals and nursing homes, at great cost to employees, customers, and patients—these are just a few of the pressure points. The methods of social control through financial power in America are exceedingly numerous and intricate. The result is that very little gets done that the plutocracy—big business and the very rich—does not want done.

The Despotism of Money