#also please don't get offended by any of this -- I'm not speaking about the average homeowner here

[rimouskis]

to be deeply incredibly annoying about interior design: something that bugs me in the interior design/decor influencing space is how Stuff will be accumulated not because it has any real emotional meaning to the designer/homeowner, bur simply because it "looks nice" or "fits the vibe" or "is elegant" or whatever. this is less about, like, furniture and more about art that populates these spaces. the idea that you swap out art seasonally or will grab endless kitschy knick knacks from the thrift store to populate your shelves and your walls (don't get me started on the book collectors who Collect To Collect and not to read) really sits poorly with me. art being a vehicle for mindless consumerism does make me want to gnaw on metal.

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. Lando can't stand Y/N, the first female driver in F1. He also can't stand not having her with her clothes on.

warnings: please don't be offended by weak ass feminism debate, swear words, minors do not interact, just generally don't take this one too seriously, smut (that's what we came for)

He radiated stupidity. Reckless, annoying, careless and just plain stupid. Blood boiled hard and fast in Y/N when he entered the room. Cocky smile, as if he was the shit. And those poor fans did not even realize, because his PR managers worked around the clock to stop the scandals getting out and to remain his bubbly, down-to-earth image he seemed to hold in general public. Now, she never doubted his driving genius. It was honest respect on that part. No, this was about everything else. Even the way he grew his "so called" beard annoyed her.

She radiated arrogance. Being the first female driver on the grid had everyone looking differently at her, as it would be the opposite if she was just another rookie driver. He could not stand that. It felt strangely misogynistic. But what sent him to levels of annoyance he had not discovered prior to meeting her, was how she did absolutely nothing about this. Danced around as if she did not see it. But Lando could see through her, she was a calculating bitch that knew exactly what was happening.

It's not like either of them got it wrong really. Lando had his personality that did not correlate with the desired persona the public wanted him to maintain. For as long as he remembered, he had to be a grown up, missing his young adult experiences completely. Sometimes, it just got the better of him. Lando was not exactly proud of that or anything. Y/N was indeed calculating. But it would be hard to argue that she could have chosen not to do that - yet, the world was simply not ready for any kind of female driver to enter the grid. She had to be smarter than an average rookie. There is a possibility that this was all just in her head, but it was hard to prove it at this point.

They avoided talking to each other like they would avoid the plague. Lando felt like all the years of media training lead to the moments where they shared the interview room. Their disenchantment with each other was not exactly a known thing, they were deceitful enough to do keep it between themselves. Well, the more observant drivers and members of their team were well aware of the truth. There was not a single member of the close inner circle that would dare to speak about how when these two had to share the pre race interviews, it would be the driest interview of them all. Frankly, drivers dreaded that. Daniel would be the one to try and break the ice. George found it mildly amusing. Max could not give two shits about them.

And to the luck of everyone involved, there was Lando, set next to Alex Albon, who was sat next to Y/N. He sighed heavily before taking hold of the microphone.

First interviewer asked about the lasted updates on Y/N Aston Martin car. The second one went to Lando, with a request to address the bad strategy the team had on the last Grand Prix, which he answered very diplomatically.

Third interviewer asked Y/N on whether the talks have started regarding her contract for the upcoming season.

"Yes, we are talking about that. I love racing and I'm planning on staying here," she laughed lightly. "I want to be here to...possibly to inspire and attract young girls, same as those like Fernando was a role model to both Alex and Lando. The female audience of F1 is growing and that is absolutely amazing. And perhaps now will the female fans have an opportunity to cheer for one of their own."

"May I have a question?" Lando entered the chat. His tone was indicating fire being lit within him and him intending to spread it wide. The game was on. Y/N tensed up. Alex smiled nervously.

Both Lando and Y/N shot a look at the interview moderator, who was prepared for many scenarios, but not this one exactly. Once Lando received an unsure nod, he continued. "We both know the numbers, we sit on similar meetings. The percentage of female audience is now nearing almost half, is that correct?"

"Well, we are nowhere near that - more like 30-40%"

"Right. And this trend has started prior to you joining the grid, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Are you saying that the female viewers did not have anyone to connect with before that?"

"I'd be brave enough to assume so. Where are you heading?"

Alex wanted to stop them, he shot looks to multiple people who had the power to end this. Members present from both teams woke up from their slow mundane afternoon. But the conversation was too fast for anyone to interrupt.

"So, what was the motivation of the female viewers to watch F1? Why were they watching?"

"Um, well the sport is fascinating and can capture one. The quality of our media teams has risen greatly, social media and-"

"Yes. So are you saying that young boys and teenagers were watching this for a different reason that girls and any other genders?"

"Like I was saying, it might be hard to connect. Young boys and teenagers can relate and even imagine themselves as the future F1 driver."

"So why do, in your opinion, little girls and female teenagers watch races? Are you saying that prior to your start, their reasons were less valid? Less noble? Does miss misogyny over here think that female audience is now validated due to her representation in the sport?"

The room went silent. Y/N took a deep breath and without missing a beat she replied.

"I'm sorry, there must have been something foul in your cornflakes this morning. After all, even in these progressive times, some of the people involved did not get the memo about the way how to interact with the fanbase in a healthy manner. It must be hard hard to think straight and not draw over-the-top conclusions when one's mind is stuck in an endless cycle of "Hello, gorgeous" and "Sure, I'll text you back.""

Alarmed looks were shared accros the room. Alex tried to laugh it off. The moderator ended the discussion. The pair kept staring at each other, until their prompted their exits orchestrated by their team.

//

Asshole. Obnoxious idiot. She wanted to slap him. The social media was on fire, this topic clearly resonating among fans. It was clear the opinions were divided and this was just not good to have on your track record. She was mad at herself as well. Got caught up like a fly to a spiderweb. He won this one. She'll just have to beat him during the race or shoot him in the leg at the next opportunity.

"Stay true to your beliefs" was the caption under his newly posted photo. Smiling as ever. Some photographer with under-appreciated talent managing to capture him in the perfect light. Total thirst trap. Her PR team was figuring out how to salvage this, but everyone knew Lando stuck a good one this time.

But that was not the opinion of the McLaren media team, who really did work their butts off the last few months. This was not good, as his haters were currently busy pointing out holes in his argument, making Y/N the hero they wanted to have. PR team picked the photo of him they had in store in order to play it safe and nonchalantly. Lando got a big threatening talk right after the press conference. McLaren was not letting the word misogyny be connected to their brand. He defended himself for a while, but at the end agreed to avoid bringing these subjects to light prior to the knowledge of the team. In his eyes, she won. He got her free attention. The nickname miss misogyny was not going to stick. The only thing this brough him was a headache and built up anger.

She was bursting with anger and was not about to leave it in for herself. "You can stick this bullshit up you ass, Lando."

"Don't assume I like the same things you do," was his immediate response.

Confidentiality. That was the only thing she believed he could uphold. Both of them had too much to loose.

//

They were bad for each other. Bringing out the worst traits, putting others in discomfort and creating drama out of nowhere. But the once the night covered the daily routines and worries, the truth would start crawling out. Once the chequered flag got packed up after a race, it was time for a parade of red flags to begin.

It was suppose to be a one time mistake. Party that go out of hand. Club bathroom sex that was better than they'd be willing to admit. They never spoke of it. Nobody knew.

Like magnets they circled towards each other on the quiet nights on the road. Always her place, never his. As if she'd make the effort to come toward him. Like he would ever let her invade his private safe space. It worked for them, transforming the anger into rough bites and hickeys. Lando enjoyed leaving them on her, just at the line where he knew she'd have to think about how to cover them up and made sure she never made any mark on him. Hate fucking, that's what that was.

Once again, his hot breath cut through the crispy Monaco night air coming from the opened window of her bedroom. He had her handcuffed to the bed side and legs wrapped around his toned torso. He was driving her crazy, not letting her stay on top this time, robbing her of the pleasure of watching him submit to her moves and direction. He watched attentively, making sure he changed his tempo whenever she was about to climax. She was not one to enjoy delayed gradification, not when this obnoxious idiot was watching her and having fun with it. One thing he had to admit was that she was fucking hot, mainly in the way how she able to carry herself around. From the first moment he had the misfortune to see her in person, it had been the one thought unable to leave his mind. What did she look like when she was just about to come? Was she the one to make any sounds? Did she like it rough or soft? Would she be able to dominate him? During the day, he let his frustrations out verbally, during the night he thrusted into her as if there was no tomorrow. Like a drug addict getting his hit. She was even more mad at him when he was fucking her. Because it was just so good. They had the same rhythm and their bodies spoke in a language no one would have understood anyway. So she just surrendered. It drove her crazy, not being on the top. He licked and bit her nipples and did forbidden things - like stopped fucking her out of nowhere and buried his head in her waist, slowly twisting his tongue around her clit. When he felt like she adjusted to that, he continued back with thrusting in her. He moved so fast that she started get dizzy from the motion, the heavenly kind of dizzy. Lando watched her like and animal would observe his prey. Not often did he manage to get completely under his control, but tonight was one of the precious days he'd be recalling in the shower days after. He delayed his own orgasm for as long as he could, but there was a point where he just gave in and released him into the condom. There was always a hint of disappointment in the joyous moment. His darkest wish was to have her walk the day after with his cum dripping out of her. She was his little work slut, his nemesis, his Vegas girl.

Y/N never wanted to cuddle afterwards. She appreciated that Lando always swiftly got up and left without a word. Because what if he had spoken, what if the oxytocin started flowing in and she'd loose her guard and get herself in even bigger of a mess than this little game was. She was the first female driver. There were things she had to prove to the world. Fucking one of the other drivers was not one of them.

p2

[demonpiratehuntress]

Hii this might be an odd request. Feel free to ignore this if you don't like to write.

You know, straw hats have doctor, cook, swardsman, navigator,... Can you add another one who do mathematical, physics and chemistry stuff? If you can please make her a female.

She is not a genius. More like an average person. But she tries so hard. Sometime get lazy and unproductive too.

And if you can please make it a Ace x reader fic.

Thank you.

sure thing! :) it's not very long, because I don't know what else they can do in terms of those things, but i hope you still enjoy it! sorry for the wait!

taglist - @kabloswrld

someone's gotta do it

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above

warnings - none

The Straw Hat crew wasn't very big, but it was certainly diverse. You guys had everything ranging from a navigator to a musician, so there were a lot of areas of expertise that were covered. All except for three, you supposed, which was constantly the downfall of the crew in certain situations.

A mathematician was needed, a chemist was needed and a physicist was needed.

You weren't exactly an expert in any of those areas, but you were doing your best to try and make up for those losses. You were doing your best to fill in those roles where absolutely necessary, so it wouldn't cost the crew as much anymore.

You had lots of duties to fill in these areas. You studied the log pose to determine exactly how it worked, marveling at the discovery of geomagnetism and excitedly explaining to the crew how it worked. This helped to better understand navigation in the Grand Line, and you felt useful providing that knowledge.

These duties also included setting a budget for the crew's spending on groceries and necessities, as you had to add up and subtract things you needed and things you didn't. Sometimes it was a hassle, because Luffy kept trying to add things that you absolutely did not need or even want.

"But it looks cool!"

"Luffy! Do you know how far that'll set us back in terms of berries!" You cried in exasperation, knocking your captain on the head. Oh no, you were starting to sound like Nami.

Speaking of Nami, you could also help her with her charts and her navigation. With mathematics, you could assist in charting courses that you've been on, and calculate the exact speed and distance the Sunny would require to get to certain places or away from danger. It was quite useful for that, as you could also determine how long it would take to get to a certain destination. Well, to the best of your ability seeing as this was the Grand Line after all.

"She's new."

An unfamiliar voice met your ears when you stepped out of your room to find the others out on deck, surrounding an unfamiliar man. He looked a bit like Luffy, but with freckles on his cheeks and a cowboy hat on his head.

That and he was shirtless.

You tried your hardest not to stare, blushing madly as you immediately thought that this was a really attractive man. You didn't know who he was, but you were attracted to him.

"Our mathem-mathe-maps?" Luffy tried, unable to pronounce the word.

You giggled and stepped forward, holding out your hand, "I'm (Name), the newest member. I do all the mathematics, physics and chemistry around here. Or, at least, I try my best."

The man grinned and shook your hand, "Nice to meet you! I'm Ace, Luffy's brother."

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, "Luffy's...brother?!"

Ace didn't seem offended, instead he laughed at your reaction, "Yeah, we get that a lot." He got Luffy in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "It's always hard to believe this little idiot is my younger brother, since I'm so charming and intelligent."

You giggled at his words, then even more so when the crew all disagreed with the second trait he mentioned.

Ace stuck around for a few days, wanting to spend some time with his little brother now that Luffy was a bigshot pirate with a big bounty and a special crew. But instead of hanging at his brother's side, Ace was curious about you. He thought you were cute, so he tried to spend some time around you, and you fell victim to his charms and his flirting.

"So, whatcha working on?" The commander grinned, leaning against your desk as you wrote down a few formulas for different chemicals.

"Hmm?" You glanced up, then blushed and quickly looked down. "Oh, nothing. I was just trying to find out how different chemicals and substances react with each other, in case we ever come across some weird devil fruit power or a chemical environment."

"And? Anything interesting?" He prompted, still smiling.

You sighed and shook your head, "Nothing useful. I'm kind of getting bored and I don't really want to read more."

He laughed then, standing up straight and holding out his hand, "Then come with me. And you can tell me about navigation using the stars."

You blushed again but accepted his offer, taking his hand and following him out. The two of you lay on the grass and stared at the sky, as you explained how sailors could locate the positions of islands or navigate where they needed to go using certain constellations and stars. He listened intently, not usually interested in this stuff but eager to hear you talk. He liked your voice, and he thought it was refreshing to see someone talking animatedly about something other than treasure or the One Piece.

"That's interesting," he spoke when you were done, "My brother's lucky to have someone so smart on his crew."

"Oh I'm not that smart," you turned red and shook your head, "I just try, that's all. Most of the time I don't even do anything and I just lay and watch the sky. It's hard to be motivated sometimes."

He studied your face as you said this, then grinned again, "Well, everyone gets lazy and unproductive sometimes. The good thing is that you're trying."

His words reassured you, and you smiled at the thought that he was impressed by you. You glanced at him quickly, then looked back at the sky and felt your heartbeat quicken.

"Someone's gotta do it."

He laughed at that, and turned to face you, "I like you. You're a refreshing change of pace in the world of pirates. No one usually cares about what you do, so it's nice to see you care."

Your cheeks warmed up at that, "I just don't want it impacting my crew, that's all. Sometimes we get let down by not knowing this stuff. I just want to protect my crew from that."

"A noble cause," he agreed.

You snorted, "Since when is anything pirates do noble?"

And the two of you laughed and joked around there under the star-filled sky, and suddenly you didn't feel so ridiculous about wanting to specialise in those topics that pirates generally never used.

Maybe you could also do it for you.

a/n - so, um, i dont even know if i got this right so im SO sorry if i didn't! i wasn't really sure how to go about it, so im really really sorry if it's disappointing. i tried, though!

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

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[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

hi !! can I please get a 🍰?

i just came across of you writing and it is so cute !! (´-﹏-`；) every post made me feel all warm & fuzzy inside ~ please feel free to totally ignore this if this isn't the proper way to ask or if you already closed your request (also I'm sorry if you already closed your request I didn't noticed) . Also sorry if this has any grammatical errors or if the descriptions don't make sense, english isn't my first language.

so, uhm, to begin my name is elliot (she/her) I'm 5'4, I'm from argentina (south america) i speak spanish & english (among other languages) idk how much I'm supposed to put on here so I'm just going to describe myself as redacted as possible. (Don't know if this is necessary but I'm jewish ¿) ^_________^

I have short brown wavy hair, just a couple of centimeters below my ears, i have bangs, I'm very pale ¿ not chubby but also not skinny average if i may say so. My fashion style changes from time to time but i usually wear clothing in the range of black to white, also sometimes I like trying whatever aesthetic is going around at the time.

Personality wise I'm pretty calm at first, i'm not very good with getting to know new people so I try to be as quite as possible but once I get comfortable i tend to be very loud, i like making my friends laugh since i think that's the most sincere way of knowing they talk to me because they like me. I would say I'm like the mom friend/therapist friend since i really like helping and listening people talk. I love having deep conversations with friends/loved ones, they give me this sense of connection nothing else can give me. I am very blunt and it usually comes off as rude but i try to sugar-coat my words as much as possible.

And while I very much love everyone who is friends with me I have a very hard time showing it and/or showing my empathy for them (one of the reasons as to why I'm not good with meeting new people) but i try to become a better version of me day to day.

What i look in a person is someone who can understand me and my boundaries, since I'm germophobic PDA isn't really something that i enjoy doing but with time i can get myself around to it. Someone whom I can trust enough to be emotionally open with and vice versa. Talkative or not doesn't matter to me. My love language is acts of service. ^_________^

I hope you have a really amazing day ! ! remember to drink water and eat something yummy (*＾3＾)/～♡ don't be too harsh on yourself and keep in mind that many people love you, ba-bye ! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

🍰 for @vvanteffect

Romantic Matchup

Sakusa Kiyoomi

How yall met

You guys met during the All-Japan Youth Training Camp

(You were a partial manager from Nekoma during that time)

Shockingly enough he actually approached you

Granted his cousin was forcing him to socialize but that's not important

He had noticed how you tended to stay away from other people or how when you did talk to someone it was usually a very short conversation

Basically you seemed like the least contaminated person he could talk to so he just went for it

Right away he noticed how blunt you were

Like he would ask you a question adn the longest answer you would give him was about a sentence

“Hey how are you”

“Good”

“Uh so what school are you from”

“Nekoma”

You get what i'm saying

But honestly he didn't really care he just kept talking to you

And the longer he talked to you the longer your responses would get

You guys spent the rest of camp together

And when it was time to go home you exchanged numbers so you could stay in contact

Your schools weren't too far from each other so you guys would see each other in person when you were both free

And well he ended up falling for you

What they love about you

Of course he loves that your also a partial germaphobe

It makes it easier for him to be around you knowing that you try your best to stay clean

He loves how simple you are

From the clothes you wear

To how you talk to other people

He tends to over analize if people are to complicated

But with you everything is just short and sweet

He loves how good of a listener you are

Like if he's had a bad day he can just call you and rant about it

And not only do you listen

But you also help him solve his problems

This next one isn't really something he loves more like something he's proud of

He's very proud that he's gained enough of your trust for you to talk to him

Like full blown conversations

Your guys convos have come a long way from the very first conversation you had

He's just happy that you trust him enough to talk to him

What you love about them

You love that he respects your boundaries

Let's be honest here

Mans isn't really into PDA either

Like come on

LOOK who were talking about here

But that's not the only boundary he respects

He respects All of your boundaries

Like all you have to do is tell him you don't like something and he'll stop

You love how he can handle your bluntness and not get offended

Honestly when you look back on how you met him

Your shocked that he even kept talking to you

That whole training camp people would keep on trying to talk to you

But then leave after a short while because you were being blunt and they took it the wrong way

But not Sakusa

He kept on talking to you even when you were acting pretty cold

And your very appreciative about that

Favorite things to do together

Ok so even though you live semi close together

It's not like your neighbors

So his favorite thing to do with you is to just facetime you and talk about each others days

And when you guys are able to get together

He prefers that you both just stay inside for the most part

So you do just that

Usually your in person hangouts include playing board games, reading,or watching movies together

And if you guys decide to go out

He makes you wear a mask the whole time

And you guys will usually just take a walk at a park or on the beach

Somewhere where theres not a lot of people yk

Random Hc

He has bought you two matching masks

His homescreen on his phone is a picture of you that he took while facetime you

Once you guys were in public and he accidently gave you a kiss while both of your masks were on

And now thats just became a norm for you two

You guys have these matching pajamas

Friendship Matchup

Kuroo Tetsurou

How yall met

You are Nekomas manager

And since kuroo was the captain you worked very closely with him

Which eventually made a friendship bloom

Why you became friends

He kind of saw you as a compitition if that makes sense??

Like when he first met you it's almost like you didn't want to talk to him

Which couldn't be true because he's awesome!

Sure you are kuroo

Anyways kenma had made some backhand comment on how some people just dont wanna talk to him

And kuroo was like 🧐

So he made it his goal to befriend you

It started with him having basic conversation with you everyday

Then it turned into him talking to you during the school day

Which then turned into him inviting you to hand out after school

Eventually you guys just became besties

What yall love about each other

He loves how straightforward you are

Like if you don't like something youll say it

If someones ticking you off you'll tell them

Even though your bluntness is something you get insecure about sometimes

He thinks it's one of your best traits

He also loves that you are bilingual

It makes for a good time when your ranting about something because your languages will start to blend

And if your really mad you'll just switch to spanish and just start ranting

And even though he can't understand a word your saying

He just smile and nods till your done

You love how deep your conversations can get

Like he'll play along with whatever deep topic you talk about

“What's the meaning of life”

“I would say its to give life a meaning”

Yeah y'all talked about that for HOURS

You also like how helpful he is

If your ever having a hard time managing the team he'll always offer a helping hand

And if your ever struggling with schoolwork he's always there to help you

Random Hc

He was very shocked when you and Sakusa started dating

He threatened to kick his ass if he ever broke up with you

Hes tried to learn spanish but gave up after a week

But he did learn how to say all the cuss words in spanish

After he befriended you he rubbed it in kenmas face

Kenma was just like 😐 ok

But kuroo took satisfaction in his victory

You really had kuroo thinking for a whole day when you asked him

Did the color orange come before the fruit? Or is it vice versa?

Still hasn't come up with an answer to that question

[cherp-official]

What the fuck is going on? A longpost.

Hi! Friendly neighborhood Cherp administrator here. I’m going to put this all under a readmore, but this will basically explain what is going on, why we are pitching the option of ID Verification, what our alternatives are, and so on. Please read this, comment if you’d like, and disseminate it to anyone that has questions. Thank you!

So here is what is going on: Because we are now directly aware of a minor being on the site we have developed an unacceptable level of existential legal risk. The site is currently hosted in the UK, which has very draconian laws regarding “corruption of a minor” - if the minor on the site gets in trouble, then thell is held responsible, jailed and goes on the sex offender registry (bad), and the site goes down because nobody can host it (also bad) and MAY also backsplash on me and the rest of the staff (also also bad), and also the person rping with that minor will also get legally turbofucked (also also also bad).

What can we do about it? Three options: 1: some form of ID verification that ensures that minors will not get access to the porn. 2: pay me a lot more money than I am currently getting to move servers elsewhere. 3: cherp dies

I heard ID verification. What exactly does that entail? I'll go through the six essential questions to break it down. What - In order to access the Sexual content on the site, you would require ID verification. Who - You would be providing ID information to Thell (technically, one of his business entities). This information would be encrypted, the details of which are gonna come in the next text wall. If something goes wrong and your shit gets leaked, you can sue Thell (sorry Thell!). This information will not touch me or any of the Cherp staff, Thell is acting as a third party arbitrator of identification. Where - The United Kingdom. When - Not immediately, you'd have at least a couple weeks warning if we decide to go this route at all, which we may not. So, "??? + a few weeks" Why - See the very top of the post. How - Exact submission method TBD, as is the allowable amount of blurring and/or censoring of information - I am also a very privacy concerned person and would prefer people have to give us the minimal possible. Information will be encrypted, then deleted when we're done w/ it.

What is encryption? Encryption is a process through which information is scrambled using a particular method that makes it inaccessible for anyone who does not have the proper "encryption key".

What encryption will you be using? We will be using the AES-256 encryption standard, which is the encryption used by the US Government (specifically, the NSA uses it to encrypt Top Secret documents). You can read more about AES-256 here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advanced_Encryption_Standard It's very technical and hard to understand but basically it scrambles the shit out of your data. It is essentially statistically impossible to brute force (never say never, but it's "orders of magnitude more time necessary than the universe has existed for"). If you'd like a simpler primer on what "encryption" is, you can find it here: https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encryption This is relevant because photos are stored in computers as basically just strings of text, and thus can also be encrypted just like text can be.

I'm concerned about my information leaking out. I'm unsure how to phrase this lead-in in a way that makes it a question, but, valid concern. Here are my assurances. 1: Data is encrypted on sending. If a hacker manages to get in and intercept it, without the cipher key it is functionally useless. I can assure you some random joe schmoe hacker is not going to be able to crack AES-256 without the cipher key. It's not happening. 2: Data is not stored long term - that's a GDPR headache that we actively want to avoid. Your data is encrypted, then Thell looks at it, tells us "Okay, this username is verified", we (the people working on the site) learn absolutely nothing of your identity, and then the data is deleted completely and you are verified forever. We do not need it after you are verified. 3: Because of both 1 & 2, in the unlikely confluence of events that someone gets into Thell's servers in the interstitial period while data is being held, and get onto his separate machine that has the cipher key, at most they are probably going to get 5-6 IDs, and not "Everyone who has ever verified on the site". Which is still bad and something we'd like to avoid, and I would consider a "Catastrophic security breach", but its not catastrophic catastrophic, you feel me? 

I don't trust Thell Okay, sorry! Nothing I can do about that. 

I don't trust you guys See above.

Would this mean that if I don't get verified I can't write my "pretty boys beating the shit out of each other" anymore? No, unless, said pretty boys are also planning on fucking. We are already planning on implementing a change that basically removes the SFW/NSFW/NSFWE categorization, as it's an archaic artifact of Cherubplay that we carried along without really thinking about it. You would still be able to RP all the violence you want. Even really bad violence! Drugs and alcohol and sad stuff too. Just don't have dicks pop out and you're aces. If you aren't verified, you cannot access "sexual" prompts, since that's the main object of concern.

What qualifications does Thell have to do this for you? Thell is currently taking and paying for a course that will train him in basically all manner of legal stuff that is required to keep his personal websites GDPR compliant. This is something that he'd be doing anyway, with or without us, and he's cheaper than the equivalent service from Anyone Else which runs us upwards of $100,000 a year. Bluntly, I can't afford that. Thell will be trained on things like "recognizing photoshopped/fake IDs" and "reading IDs from places that aren't the UK". Additionally, if your info gets jacked you do have recourse by suing the associated business entity.

Why doesn't [very large porn site] have to do this? They have more money than us and a legal team. 

Why doesn't MXRP have to do this? It's associated with Thell's business entity. Cherp is currently owned and ran by a single human being, so the laws are kind of different. 

Can you give it to Thell's business? No.

Why didn't Cherubplay have to do this? Cherubplay as a website allowed minors and was not, strictly speaking, a "pornography website" (even if it was in practice). Cherp is. Mystic may have been comfortable with the risk involved at the time, but the laws have shifted a little bit between then and now and Thell is no longer comfortable doing the same.

Will you force us to delete our porn chats? While that would great if we could magically detect every minor that's unverified and delete just their porn chats, it would also be practically impossible to do in a way that doesn't result in an unacceptable amount of collateral damage, so no. Requiring verification by itself would make our legal position considerably more defensible.

Are we sure we need to do this? So, it is either this or Option #2 (pay significant money to move the server elsewhere like America/Japan/Sweden). Technically, there might be some kind of clever legal loophole we could use, but it would cost about $2000 dollars for enough of Thell's lawyer's time to fully consult on it, and the answer still might end up being "no, you gotta if you're gonna remain in the UK"

What about the rule about exchanging contact information? Wasn't that implemented because you were afraid of minors getting groomed? Correct, and an astute observation! If we implemented ID verification we would open that rule back up and likely allow verified individuals to exchange outside contact information, since the risk would be considerably lesser to the point of nonexistence.

Alright, tell me about Option #2 Okay, I will, hypothetical person.

What is Option #2 Option #2 is that we get the server out of the UK, which has very, very draconian laws that is the reason for all this rigamarole to begin with. Option #2 is not as easy as just "move it" though, unfortunately. I'll break down the costs.

$3000 for the server itself - Thell says he'll let me pay half but I'm not going to . That being said, this can be paid over time because I have good credit at the Bank of Thell. This is essentially a recurring cost for a couple of years, probably working out to an additional $100-$250 a month. $150-$400 to transport the server - Servers are heavy. This is a one-time cost. $1100-1500 per month for colocation costs. The server is pretty big and takes up a lot of space. I'm also rolling in "gas costs to drive out to the server" for this - if the server was being hosted near me, for example, I'd probably be colocating it in NYC or thereabouts, which is about a three ish hour drive. If it was in Sweden, then Thell would be our wrenchman and we'd also need to pay for his gas. $250 per month for Thell to handle GDPR stuff. This cost is not going away.

Sum total, this is anywhere from $1450-2000 a month plus one-time costs of transportation.

For comparisons, the cost for Option #1 are considerably more mild $250 per month for hosting the server on Thell's hardware. $250 per month for GDPR stuff. $250 per month for the ID verification service from Thell.

Sum total is $750 a month for option #1. I currently pay $500 a month, for comparison.

Why do you need to buy the server off Thell, why can't you just lease a server from a hosting company? #1: Cherp's content is probably against the TOS of most hosting companies. Most hosting companies do not allow pornography of any kind on servers that you lease from them. #2: It is significantly more expensive - about 50% more on average. #3: The server hardware we currently use to ensure the site runs smoothly has specialized hardware that will not come standard with most if not all server companies.

Okay, if we go back to ID verification, how much of my ID do I need to provide? TBD. If we go that route (and everyone, Thell included, would prefer not to), I'd like for you to have to provide the MINIMUM information possible. If you're allowed to, say, only show the bottom half of your face and scribble out your address and name, gucci gang.

Do I need a driver's license? I believe any form of valid identification would work, including passports, birth certificates, Legal IDs (separate from Driver's Licenses), etc. Don’t quote me on that yet though.

Do you need my SSN? Absolutely not, please do not give us it.

Help! I am in a country illegally and cannot acquire any form of verification Unfortunately, if we go this route, then that is going to be an edge case we do not have a functional protocol for and your account will have to remain unverified. I'm sorry.

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If Option #2 happens, will you still undo the "no offsite contact" rule? No. We can only remove that rule if we can be safely assured that people interacting with each other are aware that the other is of-age. If we go for Option #2, we may include opt-in profile verification in the future.

Back to Option #2. That's a fuckton of money! What are you doing to ensure we can afford it and TTM doesn't go bankrupt? haha, nothing, lmao.

Jokes aside, a: We'd like to restart donations as soon as possible. Currently, donations are handled through me, and require you to request an invoice by talking to me on Discord and then manually pay the invoice. The buttons on the site don't work yet, but once they do that would be Peachy. b: When Cherp 3.0 is out we will also be debuting user-provided ad content. No advertiser will go with Cherp except the ones that do CUNT WARS and we don't want that, so instead, you, the user, can pay us for having an ad for whatever you want on the site. Your commissions, your Etsy shop, a link to Rickroll, whatever (so long as it passes our approval process). c: At some point we would like to get merchandise out but we've yet to find one that gives us a satisfactory profit margin for how much they cost.

I would be very comfortable with #2 if we could get total income to about $1000 a month since I already float $500 for the site.

If you want to see what user-serviced ads look like, you can see the current setup on the https://cherp.xyz/ beta site (and also look at a preview of the new Cherp 3.0 anyway. It looks good!). If you do so, feel free to give us feedback.

Can you do both #1 and #2? No, they're mutually exclusive.

Can I block the ads in Cherp 3.0? Sort of tangential to this bighuge post but yes, you can. They are designed in a way so that they hook into most modern adblockers.

Oh shit is Cherp 3.0 going to need us to wipe all our shit again? Again tangential but it's come up a couple of times so no, the database will remain the same, it's mostly a code update.

I see you talking about "Colocation" and "Colo" a lot, what does that mean? When you put your website on the internet you have three options for how to host it. #1 - You have a personal server and you sit it in your closet. #2 - You lease a server off of a server company - they own the hardware, you get access to it and are allowed to put your stuff on it.

#1 and #2 are untenable for cherp for a couple of reasons - #1 is "all the legal shit we are dealing with right now", #2 is detailed under "Why do you need to buy the server off Thell, why can't you just lease a server from a hosting company?"

#3 is "Colocation, or "colo"" - we own the hardware, and all we're doing is bringing it to the company's air conditioned room and plugging it into their electricity and internet connection. Most of the time, this also means we're responsible for fixing it, but it's significantly cheaper if you have the hardware and also means we don't have as restrictive ToS to deal with because we're handling all the financial risk.

Where are we currently at? Right now, we are looking into Option #2, specifically trying to find a colocating space in Sweden with Thell as our wrench boy. Due to Swedish law, if we colocated in Sweden, we would be required to ban visual depiction of underaged individuals (i.e, no loli/shota image references allowed on site).

I hope that answers all of your many questions, and I apologize for any undue stress this has caused. Please feel free to reach out on here or on Discord if you have further questions or any sort of commentary you’d like to provide.

Thank you!

-TTM

[kote-the-inn-keeper]

To threaten Kote, I'd go after his loved ones. Like, if someone was like, "I'm gonna kill you," he'd be like, okay, whatever. "I'm gonna kill Denna" would terrify him. OR since fae magic is a thing and we don't know the parameters, I'd threaten to take all his memories of his parents.

//OH YEAH THAT’D GET HIM REAL GOOD OOF Either or would do it in for him near immediately. Even though we don’t have confirmed evidence he knows where or how Denna is doing, I’m sure that’d still get him furious. The parent thing? Instant rage 100% you better damn well run cause it’s one of the few things that he can look back on without regret. //

//Oops I write a short thing for this fegdrthy//

Everything was… confusing. How things had happened and gotten to such a point left him disoriented and almost sick just from trying to piece everything together. One minute things were fine and the next… 

Kote had been minding his own business and running the inn as usual. The inn was rather empty with the later hours, even his usual patrons who spent the night drinking had long gone home. But some traveler, or he had assumed was a traveler, was still sitting along the far wall and nursing their drink. They had to have been a traveler, since Kote couldn’t even pin-point where their clothes were from. 

They weren’t excessive like those in Vintas, nor would any Vintas individual be making their way through some shabby town such as Newarre. But they weren’t muted like Modegan fashion either. Which put Kote into a more quiet puzzlement as he slowly worked along the bar with his rag, carefully eyeing the person. No visible weapons, or anything military related either. Nothing showing they were Cealdish either. It was stumping him more and more, wondering why a traveler was in his inn and hadn’t even bothered asking for a room even so late at night.

Bast came in from the back and paused at the bar, opening his mouth to say something to Kote, but caught sight of the stranger. The next string of words were a loss to Kote’s human ears, the language unknown as Bast bound over to the stranger and they both began talking and laughing loudly.

Kote sighed softly and rolled his eyes, putting the rag on his shoulder with a bit of annoyance. Of course Bast had invited someone and not told him. He always did that despite being told to give some form of warning. Shaking his head, the innkeeper started to head back towards the kitchen to make sure things were ready for the morning.

“Ah-buh-buh!” Bast called over quickly, parting from his friend finally. He put his hands on the bar and smiled to the innkeeper, seeming excited. “Reshi, I want you to come meet my friend.”

“And I want you to warn me when you bring in guests.” Kote replied bluntly.

Bast pouted, “Come now, no need to be so harsh. Please? I asked them to come out all this way and they’ve been waiting all night.”

Kote eyed Bast carefully, non-verbally asking him if he had told them anything about him.

“I would never. I’m almost offended you would think I would do such a thing. I’m your friend.” Bast huffed, crossing his arms onto the bar and leaning forward more. “Look, I haven’t seen them since I left to come learn with you. Getting a hold of them was hard enough, let alone telling them how to even get to this sad town. I might have also asked them a favor, but I didn’t tell them anything. Just wanted to try something to help you.”

“What did you ask?”

“You’ll have to come talk to them first. I didn’t give details or anything, don’t worry. I made it simple and boring, just like you would have wanted. Besides, they also want to know how my human teacher is; apparently everyone does. So this will help you and help me.” Bast replied, pushing back off the bar and tilting his head towards his friend. “Come on. Just a little while.”

Kote hesitated, rubbing his hands together softly in his tinge of anxiety. Something didn’t feel right, but not with what Bast was saying. Something about the situation was setting alarms off in his mind. But, he gave in, sighing softly and slowly walking after Bast to the far table. 

He crossed his arms when he got there and refused to sit, glancing to the door, before looking to the two fae sitting at the table. Compared to Bast, they were similar in some ways; eerily elegant, bright eyes, a soft but defined features… The usual people look over for spotting fae. Though this person was more androgynous than Bast was, voice included.

“So, this is… him?” They asked, leaning towards Bast a bit more as they eyed Kote.

Bast nodded, “Yes! This is my friend and teacher.”

“…It’s nice to finally meet you, Reshi.”

“Call me Kote, please.” Kote replied, relaxing just a little. “Bast told me you are a friend of his. He doesn’t often have friends stay around here.”

“Oh-hoooo? That’s not what he told me!” They giggled, elbowing Bast who blushed. “I should have known better than to trust what he said. I hardly believed him that you existed, no offense manling.”

Kote waved a hand softly, before crossing his arms once more. “Average people are forgettable. Can I get you anything?”

“So polite. I wonder how much other things about you Bast was wrong about.” They mused, making Bast hiss and kick their shins under the table. “I could use more cider, thank you kindly.”

Kote nodded to the individual, before shooting a glare at Bast as he walked away. 

“So, Kote,” The person spoke up loudly, putting their hand on the top of the tankard. “Bast here told me you struggle to sleep due to nightmares and the like? Is that true?”

Kote looked back to the two, glaring at Bast once more. “Sometimes.”

“I can help with that, if you’d allow me. You see, each fae tends to dabble just a bit more in one or two kinds of magic. Magic is abundant and wild, powerful and on occasion all consuming. Some of you humans have been tampering with magic– you all call it something else. None the less, Bast tends to lean into illusions and gods know what damn else with him–”

Bast elbowed them again and got up from the table to tend to the fire.

“–I myself deal in things more aligned to the mind. Memories, dreams, and whatever else have you. I’m certainly not the best out there, but I take pride in my dealings. From what Bast told me, I can help you sleep much better at night easily! Maybe even stop being so sad all the time and staring off. That really worries him you know.”

Bast threw words in the same language as before that Kote didn’t understand, making his friend sit up taller and cover their mouth softly. 

Kote found a bottle of cider and let out a sharp breath. “He really told you all of that, huh?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to say those things.” They replied quickly.

“How can you help me?” Kote said, trying to change the subject back to whatever fae magic they had to offer. “I don’t understand far magic much, if at all. How it works and why it works is a mystery.”

“As it should be to mankind.” They paused and looked to Bast, switching languages for a moment, before looking back to Kote and speaking again. “Bast says that some of your main troubles come from losing your parents? I’m sorry to hear that, it must have been hard… Though, he won’t tell me how, I can still work to get rid of those memories.”

The innkeeper paused, bottle set on the bar top and staring. Getting rid of their murder? Remembering seeing them as they were? That could be done? It was almost relieving, but a part of him paused and tensed. No, something seemed wrong. There was a catch, there always was. It wasn’t just something about forgetting part of his life that rubbed part of him the wrong way, but the look on the fae’s face said there was a bit more to it than just getting rid of such a gruesome scene. “…How?” He finally asked.

“Just by getting rid of all traces of them in your memory.” They said as if it wasn’t a huge deal.

Having to lose his parents was enough, so not being able to remember them at all terrified him. His heart stopped for a moment and a minute of terror crossed his face, paling and gripping the lip of the bar with his free hand to keep from falling over. His other hand held the bottle neck tightly, white knuckled and shaking slightly. The innkeeper opened his mouth slightly and took a breath, eyes darting away from the person as Bast yelped.

“Ow, ow, ow! Stupid fucking…” Bast hissed out, shaking his hand out and pacing a little as he blew on his hand. The fire had suddenly burst to life for a moment, enough to burn Bast’s hand. “Gods charred body, I hate tending to fires.”

The fae at the table stood part way to to tend to Bast, but looked to Kote curiously. “What? It’s not like human parents mean much. You all live so short and many of you just breed to breed. I’m sure losing a thought of them will do you much more good than harm in the long run.”

His blood ran cold. His next actions weren’t his own. How dare this fae speak of his parents as if they knew them. How dare they say that his parents were anything but truly and deeply compassionate and in love. How dare they act as though his parents meant nothing to him. As though they were meaningless people he didn’t care for. That he didn’t wish were back. That he wished had gotten away instead of him.

“Reshi! What the hell!?” Bast shouted, too late to intercept the bottle that was launched at the other fae. He rushed over to them and picked them up off the floor, putting a hand to their bleeding head. “What in Tehlu’s name was that for?! They were just trying to help!”

“…Get out…” The innkeeper growled through grit teeth.

“What?”

“I said GET OUT!” He shouted, pointing to the door. “They aren’t welcome here! Ever!”

Both fae looked startled and confused, Bast quickly looking guilty but the other one looked furious. “Is this how you treat all your guests?” They spat, using the table as help to stand. One arm was looped around Bast, helping them keep upright. “Throwing bottles at those you don’t want to hear talk anymore? All you humans are the damn same.”

“No, no! No, Reshi isn’t–!” Bast tried, looking nervously between the two.

“You’re lucky I hate your father enough not to go and tell him right now what you’re damn well up to, Bast.” They hissed.

Kote took offense and stood taller, clenching his jaw and trying to hold his tongue. His arms tingled all the way up to his shoulders, cold already setting in up to his elbows. He went to say more, but Bast spoke first.

“Lets just get you up to my room for the mean time. Okay? I’ll patch you up and we can fix this tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I trust a wild and vicious manling such as that one enough to stay here. I wonder how you even keep here.” They said, but didn’t fight Bast as he dragged them along and up the stairs.

Left alone, Kote slammed his hands on the bar and took a deep breath, hanging his head and trying to calm down. Why had he done that? Why did he throw the bottle? Trying to put together why left him disoriented, almost needing to sit down. He had thrown a bottle at a fae’s head… Merciful Tehlu, what the hell had he just done?

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

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