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[nerice]

soundtrack to your escape . the official tge songlist, sponsored by one (1) band <3

for when you're a time travelling immortal thoroughly detested by an eldritch moon that keeps ruining your day, your life, and your memories.

[listen here]

🌊 feel / a life divided

i know you're weak, got lost in time / and i feel that time is running out, but i'm still in touch with you / oh let me drown in your sea

🌊 sounds like a melody / a life divided

my hands are resting on her shoulders, when we're dancing away for a while / the ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody

🌊 clouds of glass / a life divided

i keep waiting till the dark destroys the light / and when the moon's arrived....

🌊 anyone / a life divided

anyone lives by the ocean / while anyone drowns in the sea

🌊 on the edge / a life divided

i'm falling away from a life that i could never love...

🌊 wait for me / a life divided

wait for me, i cannot walk alone i need your company, so far away from home like i have never been / cause every time i got away i fell so deep / stay... don't break me, don't break me

[xreaderbooks]

Unspoken

Pair: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions cheating (?), jealousy, language

Summary: You and Sirius were friends, the best of friends, lovers? There's a thin line between love and being in love with your best friend, it seems like everyone knew, but the two of you.

Available on Wattpad and AO3

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“Alright, Y/n?”

James’ familiar accent practically shouted as he slid into the seat next to you, tugging the ends of your loose hair.

“Merlin, James!” You clutched your chest, startled by the sudden interruption. You were enraptured in your History of Magic assignment and the library had been so quiet before. “A little warning next time, maybe.”

“I am the warning,” He smiled slyly, “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been avoiding Pads like the plague.”

“Nothing is wrong with me, it’s only been four days for god’s sake,” You rolled your eyes.

His eyes widened, “I didn’t know it’d been that long or I’d have checked in sooner, Four days is a lifetime for the two of you.”

“You both are so dramatic.”

“Says you who won’t even tell your best friend why you’re not talking to your lover boy.”

You glare at the boy who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, “Now, you know damn well you’re not my best friend and for the millionth time me and Sirius are just friends.”

You slam the textbook you were reading closed and packed it in your bag, moving out of your chair and walking away. James followed closely behind.

“I’ll have you know we’ve been friends for longer than the lot of them,” He referred to the rest of the Marauders and the girls. “You should be able to trust me.”

“You asked me for homework twice before I’ve had a conversation with Sirius or the others, that does not mean we’ve been friends for longer, that just means you're a slick prick.”

“I’m gonna pretend your words don’t sting, L/n, but I’m begging you-” He blocked the door to exit the Library. “Tell me why you aren’t speaking to the poor lad.”

You crossed your arms, frustrated, “The moment I tell you, you’re gonna be off tattling to Sirius.”

“I promise I won’t,” He spoke in a serious tone and you looked at him with a stern face. “Cross my heart.”

You had no reason to be ignoring Sirius the way that you had been, not really. After all, you were just friends- friends don’t get mad when friends kiss other people at a party. It was petty of you to have kept it going for this long but you were hurt.

Also, between you and Sirius, you were always a little more than just friends.

Nothing about the two of you was platonic and yet no physical act indicated that you were in a romantic relationship. It was known, it went unsaid, he was yours and you were his.

For years, it was an ongoing dance of lingering stares and near touches. As if the act of an embrace or a simple handshake will combust the carefully constructed invisible wall that you both had built on your friendship. It went unsaid that though you weren’t together- you are. Despite both of you being insistent on the status of your relationship as being just friends.

“He was with someone else at the party,” You confessed.

James scoffed disbelieving, “No he wasn’t.”

Your eyes narrowed, he definitely was- you saw it with your own two eyes, granted you were slightly inebriated but you couldn’t have conjured the image in your mind. If he didn’t trust your word it was fine by you, “Ask Remus if you don’t believe me then.”

“That’s why he hasn’t been in an uproar about this,” He placed his hands on his hips. “Right well, in that case, Pads was very likely drunk.”

“And this is why I didn’t want to talk to you,” You shove past him finally. “You’re always going to defend him, no matter what Sirius can do no wrong.”

“Forgive me if I don’t think Sirius would do such a thing, he’s absolutely mad for you Y/n, you have to know that.”

You paused in the middle of the hall, you bit your lip in thought and shook your head. “He’s not mine, James, it doesn’t matter what he does.”

~~~

When the Gryffindors threw a party celebrating the final win of the Quidditch season, all houses were invited, and you lost him in the crowd. Some part of you knew.

You felt the betrayal deep in your gut, though he would never do anything to hurt you willingly, a part of you felt like it was inevitable. That was the reason you held out for so long. Life was unpredictable and everything could fall apart in a second.

A girl hung around his neck, he looked stunned but smiled droopily barely opening his eyes before leaning into her again.

All the protection you formed around you had crumbled, your heart was shredded with sharp razors and the room was caving in. You shoved through the barricade of people cheering and dancing. You needed air, now.

You clutched your chest as you felt a pain come from your sternum, you couldn’t remember the last time you cried, this would be breaking the uncounted streak. You stumbled, dropping the firewhiskey-filled cup on a table nearby, and ran to a bucket of trash, throwing up the contents of an empty stomach.

Sirius warned you to eat and drink water ahead of time, the last thing you ate was breakfast 12 hours ago, the memory of Sirius made it so much easier for your upset stomach to clear out.

Gentle hands pulled the few strands of hair that fell out of our weak grasp, from your peripheral you saw Remus’ brown sweater sleeve. You heaved into the trash bucket, “Rem.”

“You’re alright, Y/n/n,” He rubbed smooth circles on your back.

“I think I’m gonna die,” Your eyes tear up from the sting in your throat and because of what you just witnessed.

Remus tsked, softly pulling you up from your kneeling position, “Up you go, love.”

You whimpered slightly, you were in a corner hovered over but more than a few people definitely see you spill your guts into the can you held close, this was going to be embarrassing tomorrow. Hopefully, no one was sober enough to remember seeing you this way.

“I’ll take you to my dorm to rest a little before I find Sirius and he can walk you to yours-”

You shook your head in protest, “No, I can’t. Get Lily.” Sirius could potentially bring his conquest up to the room and you didn’t want to see more than you already have.

He tilted his head in confusion, you weren’t up to explaining it to him right now so you insisted you both find Lily together.

“Weren’t you together?” He asked, his hand was on the small of your back, guiding you around like a lost child looking for their mother.

“He went to get me a drink, I was with Marlene, next thing I knew I was throwing up.”

“So why can’t we just find Sirius?”

“Later, Remus, I can barely fucking stand right now.” You held onto his shoulder as he walked you a couple of steps up the stairs to the boy's dorm so you both can get a better view of where Lily was.

You caught sight of her fiery red hair, giggling at whatever James spoke into her ear.

“Wait, here-” Remus steadied you on the wall as he went to pull Lily away from his flirty friend.

What was worse was that you saw Sirius searching the crowd, presumably for you, thankfully you were hidden from view. He found James who had pouted the moment Lily walked away with Remus, he stressfully ran a hand through his hair.

Your vision was blurry, the room felt like it was spinning and you weren’t sure if leaning against the wall was helping your nausea.

Lily and Remus had managed to get you to your dorm as efficiently as they could that night. The next morning you spent the day in your dorm, Saturday was spent avoiding Sirius, Sunday you went to Hogsmeade and Monday was the only day where you had no classes with him but during meal times you had barely said a handful of words to him.

~~~

Transfiguration class was busy and stressful with what Professor McGonagall had assigned. A full description of what was learned in class today, caused by the disruption of the lovely boys you called friends. James and Sirius wouldn’t stop interrupting class with their jokes which made everyone laugh but eventually, Mcgonagoll got fed up giving them warnings.

When she was over with her lecture, she told the class to have the essay ready by the end of class, there were only 30 mintues left. 

You felt a poke on your side, you ignored it and continued with your paper. Another sharp poke stabbed harshly into your ribs, you slammed the quill onto your desk and turned to face your assailant.

The silver eyed Gryffindor was smirking into his hand that held his chin while he held onto the tip of the wand, handle side pointed at you.

“What?” You whisper shouted at him.

“Was hoping you could help me with my work?” He whispered softly to you with a charming smile that normally made you melt eased onto his features. You held strong, “No.”

His brows furrowed and a faux frown replaced it, “But darling-”

“No, Sirius.” You scribbled angrily on your paper. You were almost done with the essay, you just need a couple more sentences for it to be acceptable for Mcgonagoll. “You got yourself and everybody else into this mess, you get yourself out of it.”

He groaned a little too loudly earning him a look from the Professor, he sat up straighter and leaned closer to you, you both shared a desk and he already sat so close that your elbows would accidentally brush when writing notes or shifting in your seat. You could feel his heartbeat as his chest was touching your arm, his head was tilted to see your face but it was hidden by your hair.

You pretended you couldn’t feel him or the heat that was rising in your cheeks, with a finger he lifted the curtain of hair blocking your face and tucked it behind your ear.

“Please?”

You shot out of your seat making the chair scrape against the floor as you got out of it. You walked up to Mcgonagoll’s desk, handing her the paper and asking her if you could be excused.

~~~

When each of the rest of your classes ended that day Sirius was waiting for you at the door, he took the books out of your arms and walked you to the next one before going to his. During meal times he had his arm around your shoulder like it was something natural for him. It wasn’t even the casual loose arm around the shoulder, it was him pulling you so close that your head was forced to lean against his neck.

Not that you hated it, in fact, your traitorous heart lept in joy at every inch of attention he was giving you. Every now and again, your brain would pop in and remind you of the incident at the party that was the only thing you seemed to remember and your body would tense. The moment he felt you tense up he let you go, which ruined those perfect moments.

Each day something more was added. It made your body tingle in excitement at how it remembered Sirius’ burning touch. His arm, his leg, his fingers- his lips. Nowhere near your lips and it made you yearn for the feel of them.

At breakfast, he kissed your temple in greeting.

In class, if you had one together (he would always sit with you) his arm would be around your chair, and not only would he play with your hair but when he would stop, he pulled you into his side, tracing his fingers along your arm.

In the common room, if you were sitting next to each other on the couch, he pulled your legs onto his lap and traced the same patterns that he would in class.

After the Quidditch game this weekend against Ravenclaw, Gryffindor won and Sirius pulled you in a sweaty hug, twirling you in his arms. Once he set you down, the way he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in you thought he was going to kiss you- instead, he kissed both of your cheeks.

The party that weekend wasn’t as big, most everyone from the last one still recovering but Sirius stayed by your side the whole night. It was half the crowd from last time but Sirius made it his sole mission to scare off any guys who weren’t in your inner circle.

You had to admit that this party made you think of the last one and it wouldn’t budge from your thoughts until you had enough liquor in you that you didn’t care.

Sirius held you close by your waist as you danced to Killer Queen by Queen, your back was against his chest, and in your tipsy state your head laid back against his heart as you swayed in an upbeat motion to the tune of the song. You and Sirius were singing along to the lyrics annoyingly to your friends.

By the end of the night, you didn’t know how much you could take of this before you exploded. You went back and forth between loving the attention and running from it, you weren't sure who was playing with your feelings more, him or you. 

~~~

This went on for a week, by the evening of the next Monday, you needed to put a stop to this before your feelings overwhelm you. During this time, you've debated on what caused the sudden change in affection and the only logical reason you could think of was James. 

“James Fleamont Potter!” You marched into the Gryffindor common room, straight to where Lily was surrounded by books on a desk, the boy you were looking for in a seat right beside her- no doubt attempting to woo the poor girl who was just trying to study. She pretended to be bothered by him, you knew the truth but none of that mattered at the moment.

Apparently, he didn’t hear so went around the desk and dragged him up from his seat by his collar and cornered him on the wall behind the desk.

“You told him, you told Sirius and now he’s acting different!” Your forearm was on his throat, he glanced down at his wand. “Try it and I’ll jinx you so hard you won’t be able to turn into a stag for a long, long while.”

He gulped as he looked down onto your furious face, “I would never!”

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Remus held a bewildered expression once he came down the steps of the boy's dorms. You glared at James, releasing your hold on him and taking a couple of steps back.

You pointed at the boy who was rubbing his neck, “He told Sirius about the party!”

“I did not, I swore I wouldn’t-”

“Liar!”

You and James bickered for several seconds, both of you not hearing the other until Lily slammed her textbook loudly.

“Enough,” She shouted, “Both of you are behaving like children!”

“She started it,” James muttered. You huffed, “I hate you.”

“You know what? Maybe he’s acting different because you can’t even look him in the eye when you speak to ‘im and trying to get you to pay attention to him, you loon.” James blurted out and finished off his statement with his arms crossed.

Remus took a step in your direction and asked you in a careful tone, “Y/n, would it really be so bad if Sirius knew?”

“If I knew what?”

The subject of discussion just walked through the portrait, your heart stopped at the thought of him possibly hearing your entire conversation. Nobody said anything but you felt everyone’s eyes on you, you only held onto Remus' stare and walked up to the girl's dormitories, not wanting to deal with this mess.

The way he was acting differently was the way he was being more physical with you. The tuck behind your ear, the wrapping of his arm around your shoulders, the caressing of your face for you to look him in the eye. Something you’ve avoided since the incident.

Physical touch was something that you and Sirius didn’t do. To touch each other for something other than comfort in a time of need, was an admission of something that was unspoken. Those careful touches were full of care, admiration, and love. As if you could ever touch each other with meaning less than that.

It was so simple that it was never done unless one of you was hurting, or if it was necessary for a task.

The accidental brush of fingers was the one that sent a spark up your spine. His pinky would twitch against yours, or yours against his and you both knew but that was the most that either of you would allow.

There were times were he would have his arm around your chair, and he would play with the ends of your hair, never actually touching you.

The only time that was an exception was when Sirius did something wrong, in which case he would do what he was doing now and was more physically affectionate. He was a puppy rubbing his head against its owners leg to gain favor for chewing on their owners' shoes. The analogy felt fitting, and that’s what you told Lily when she came to the dorm after you, asking what was wrong.

She laughed heartily, “Well, he’s not called Padfoot for nothing.”

You laid back against the headboard of your bed, “With all these signs, he knows.”

“Those aren’t bad signs, Y/n, it’s quite the opposite actually.” She advocated for Sirius’ behavior, “That’s the equivalent of a man sending flowers to his girlfriend.”

“But I am not his girlfriend”

She sighed, “I’m sure you two have heard this a lot, but you might as well be. This affliction with touch as a way to avoid your feelings doesn’t change that.”

She was right, you knew it- Sirius knew it, there was just something that prevented you and Sirius from taking that step. You felt like it was his fear of commitment and for yourself… as much as you would’ve loved to hear how Sirius feels out loud, what you had with him as friends was safer than ending up with a broken heart.

~~~

Tuesday after classes, the Marauders wanted to go out, but out they meant the Black Lake. Lily suggested a picnic and whatever Lily wanted, James provided.

Remus and Peter set up a large blanket, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary held hands swinging them along while Mary held the basket. Lily and James walked behind them as you and Sirius trailed after.

Sirius halted you by intertwining his hand with yours, you looked up at him in question.

“Can we talk?”

You look over your shoulder at your friends- none of whom were paying any attention in your direction- traitors.

“Sure,” You give him a small smile.

Sirius’ silver eyes intimidated you, his beauty in his tall stature, his style, and his bone structure was pure elegance but his eyes are what you loved the most. They sliced through every rational thought you had and turned your legs into jelly, they held yours so gently it made you want to jump at his every request.

“I know why you’ve been so off with me lately,” He started and leaned his back against the tree with his hands in his front pockets.

Your eyes narrowed, and your eyebrow quirked for him to continue, “Go on.”

“It’s cute actually,” He was playing with you.

“Aren’t you going to tell me why you think I’ve been off?”

He tsked, “Now, where would the fun be in that? I wanna hear you admit it.”

You weren’t going to, “You’re the one who wanted to talk, you admit it.”

He pushed himself off the tree and stepped directly in front of you so that he towered over you, you had to bend your neck upwards to meet his gaze. He held your face in his hands so lightly, it was as if he expected you to break in his grasp.

“I admit to knowing that you saw me kissing that girl at the party, I saw you looking” You turned your head from him- pissed that he knew you were looking while kissing that girl but he snapped your head back to face him. “I was drunk, and she pulled me to kiss her, honestly I think she was wearing your perfume or something ‘cause I thought she was you. It’s not excusable I know but it’s the only one I’ve got, you’ve gotta believe me, dove.”

You didn’t know what to believe, whether you wanted to or not.

He searched your eyes for a reaction but you kept your face calm, the only sign of anything was your eyes flickering between both of his.

“I love you,” Your eyes widened. “I love you more than I’ve ever shown you, Y/n, and that’s all my fault because I should have told you. I can’t even begin to explain how fucking in love with you, I am.”

“Sirius-”

“Y/n.” He slightly shook you in his hands, “I need you to understand, Please. I wanted you to tell me that you loved me too, that it wasn’t just in my head. That you were jealous when you saw her when I should’ve gone after you, I wanted you to tell me that night or this week that you want me just as much as I want you. I was wrong, it was wrong of me,” He sounded breathless.

You couldn’t help it, your eyes flickered to his lips, you didn’t care anymore. His confession unlocked something in you that you just wanted to feel his lips finally, adoration filled your chest and any doubts about confessing were gone. He leaned down so that his forehead pressed against yours and your noses brushed, it was teasing.

He didn’t stop you when you nudged your nose against his and finally kissed him. It was a long, passionate, desperate kiss that left you desperate. Sirius turned his head and brought you so incredibly close, the kiss deepened and a heat rose from your body.

You smiled in the kiss and how long it’s been, you pulled away, your eyes filled with a new light, and you pecked his lips, “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” He kissed you some more before you joined your friends who didn’t bother to hide their cheeky smiles.

“How much did you guys hear?” You asked as you sat and leaned against Sirius on the blanket.

James’ smile widened with mischievousness, “Everything.”

The rest of them nodded and continued their conversations, as mid-afternoon turned to night, you and Sirius were the only ones left behind with the food as the others went out onto the dock, play fighting you saw James get tossed into the water by Remus.

“I know we weren’t into labels before, but I’d like to make it known that you’re my mine now,” Sirius whispered in your ear.

His words sent shivers down your spine, “Oh is that so?”

“You were as good as mine, Y/n,” Sirius confessed. “I was the idiot that didn’t make it clear enough to let you know how much I want you as my girlfriend.”

“And this is you asking,” You said it more as a statement.

“Unless you don’t want to be which is hardly believable with the way you kissed me earlier- honestly, Y/n- you’re quite the kisser, I always knew you would be but Merlin,” He spoke with an exaggeration to compete with James’ dramatics.

You lifted your body from him, sat on your knees, and straddled his legs, crawling up to meet him, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

He chuckled, grabbing onto your hips “My little temptress,” He stroked his thumb against your cheek lovingly, kissing you softly. 

[regulum-plays]

Assignment due: Project blue

Cute visual novel with a smart boi. <3

The game is avaliable to download to a Windows, Android and Mac and it’s completly free.

There is only one love instrest and he is one of the sweetest boys in the entire world (you are gonna to hear that a lot form me!). Asher is a smartest person in your class and now he is your partner to do and assignment for a class.

The game is voiced, yes, quiet Asher isn’t really that quiet in game, and I must say – I love his voice (I’m really weak for games with voice acting).

We don’t see how MC looks like for a whole game, the game is wrote in gender neutral language and we can name them!

There are skip and save options, which makes playing this game easier. I really reccommend trying all of the options, even when they don’t change anything they give a little unique flavor to the text.

This game has two endings, that will warm and then break your heart (or in the other direction, depends on what ending will you get first). Unfortunetly that’s all, so only two hours of having this cutie close to you, but the memories of this game are forever!

Trigger warning are listed on the page, this time they aren’t as severe, but it’s still better to look at them.

Asher will make your life blue, because blue is the best color! (Maybe that’s why I love him so much? Hmmmm…)

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Urocza powieść wizualna z mądralą. <3

Gra jest dostępna do pobrania na Windows, Android i Mac oraz jest całkowicie darmowa.

W grze dostępny jest tylko jeden wybranek serca i jest on najsłodszym chłopcem na całym świecie (będziecie często słyszeć to ode mnie!). Asher jest najmądrzejszą osobą w Twojej klasie, a teraz został Twoim partnerem do prezentacji na zajęcia.

Postać Ashera dostała aktora głosowego, tak cichutki Asher wcale nie jest taki cichy w grze, i muszę powiedzieć – kocham jego głos (mam ogromną słabość do gier z grą głosową).

Nie widzimy protagoniszcze w jenu własnej osobie przez całą grę, treść gry jest też napisania w jak najbardziej neutralnym płciowo języku oraz możemy nadać jenu imię!

Opcje pominięcia i zapisu są dostępne, co sprawia, że granie jest nieco prostsze. Zdecydowanie polecam wypróbowanie wszystkich opcji, newet jeżeli nic nie zmienią w zakończeniu, każda z nich dodaje nieco wyjątkowego smaku tekstowi.

Gra ma dwa zakończenia, które ogrzeją a potem złamią Twoje serduszko (lub na odwrót, w zależności jakie zakończenie otrzymasz pierwsze). Niestety to wszystko, tylko dwie godziny bycia blisko tego słodziaka, ale wspomnienia z gry pozostają na zawsze!

Ostrzeżenia są zapisane na stronie gry, tym razem nie są aż tak ostre jak ostatnio, ale nadal lepiej jest na nie spojrzeć.

Asher sprawi, że Twoje życie będzie niebieskie, ponieważ niebieski to najlepszy kolor! (Może dlatego kocham go aż tak bardzo? Hmmm….)

[gay-witches-are-the-best]

Random KotLC fic WIP because why not

let me know if I should continue with this crackpot idea :D

Biana screams, her face twisting in pain as she reaches a hand out of the flames, grasping for my hand. I grab onto her and pull, sparks flying in my hair and catching my cape on fire. I shriek as the flames eat at my back, but I keep pulling. After a moment, the smoke chokes me and I let go of Biana’s hand. 

She screams, a long, wordless shriek of agony. Blisters erupt along her bare arm and the side of her neck. I nearly vomit, but there is too much smoke and ash in my throat. I blink rapidly, and when I open my eyes again I have lost sight of Biana. 

Fitz is nearby, attempting to rescue Dex from the boulder he’s caught under. His pant leg is on fire. Dex’s face is bloody and there is a gash on his shoulder, the sleeve ripped. Dex’s leg is caught under the boulder and the fire is creeping closer.

Fitz! I transmit.

He looks up, snapping his head around to meet my eyes.

Use telekinesis!! Fitz nods and turns back to Dex. My bare feet pound on the gry grass beneath me splinters embedding themselves in my toes as I run.

Tam is battling with a figure in a black cloak. Linh is trapped under a force field, and I can see her trying to draw water outside of the glowing dome. Five ogres surround Sandor and Grizel so I turn towards them, flinging goblin-throwing stars from my cape pockets. I knock down two of the ogres, and now I can see Sandor and Grizel back to back with their swords raised. They seem like they can handle it, so I keep running. The fire is at my back now, red-hot and towering over me. 

Nearby, Wylie is battling Gethen, but he seems to be losing. I pull Hope from her sheath and charge into the battle. Wylie is flashing a beam of bright purple light into Gethen’s eyes, so I take advantage of the momentary distraction and stab Gethen’s arm. I wince a little when I see the blood, but I am used to violence by now. 

It’s always there, hiding in the shadows. We’ve been at war with the Neverseen for almost two years, and this is one of our most deadly skirmishes. Fintan sparked the Everblaze while we were all assembled in the Black Swan’s newest hideout. So much for that. 

The hideout is surely burned to the ground by now, and Fintan seems to have escaped. Gethen, Vespera, Trix, Umber, Brnt, Lady Gisella, and dozens of other black-cloaked figures are fighting against the collective and a few other elves I haven’t met yet, about twenty gnomes, fifteen goblins, four trolls, and thirty dwarves are all here fighting with my friends and me. I haven’t seen Mr. Forkle yet, so I decide to look for him. 

I close my eyes, the sounds of screams and shouts and metal against metal clanging together and the fire popping and sparking in the distance. I tune all of that out, concentrating on the sounds of thoughts instead. 

This is it. That’s Tam. I keep searching. 

Where is Dex?! Juline’s panicked thoughts are so clear. Sharp and piercing my brain.

GRIZEL!! Sandor is distraught, the image of Grizle with a deep gash in her side blaring into my mind. I hold back tears, but I can’t give up. Mr. Forkle is so important, he can’t be dead. 

What about Keefe? I shove the thought back. I don’t have time to think about his betrayal right now. Finally, I catch a whisper: I wish my brother was here.

Mr. Forkle had a twin brother, but he died in the collapse of Lumenaria a few years ago. Months later, Keefe disappeared; and the only sign of him was the note I found next to Iggy’s cage. The memory of That Day resurfaces and I am thrown into the past.

* * *

I have just gotten home from a particularly awkward meeting with the Black Swan. I burned down the Neverseen’s storehouse, but basically no one was pleased with that. I shove my frustrations aside and grab a ripplefluff before heading upstairs.

When I enter my room, I tense. There are footprints on my flowery rug, and Iggy is a different color. He has stripes of teal and blue and purple and pink now, and –I rush closer to his cage– there is a note held under the corner of the cage. I read it, my worry increasing with every word. 

* * *

To the Mysterious Miss F,

Ugh, I’m already regretting saying this. But this is serious.

 I know that a lot has been happening lately, with your abilities, and my crazy mother. And I’m sorry. But I figured out a way to control myself. I hope you won’t hate me for it. 

This is for the best. 

—Keefe.

P.S. I love you, Sophie. Always have. Always will.

Goodbye.

Tears start to blur my eyes, but I still catch the words “I love you.” 

Does this mean what I think it means? Is Keefe…. I can’t think about this. He’s just getting used to his ability. He’ll come back. 

Right?

[messrsrobyn]

I am here to request more hat stall Pete ramble

AHHH and i am here to ask for your hand in marriage now. yes yes yes always here to ramble about pete.

(long yap sorry x)

OKAY SO!!!

the only two hatstalls we know about are minnie (gry x rav) and pete (gyf x slyth) - when i yapped about it on tt people mentioned hermione and neville, they were close but didn't actually hit the five min mark.

WHICH IS SO INTERESTING WITH PETE !!! so interesting with his deflection but i'll run over my basic thoughts on pete as a hatstall:

(first of all, this is irrelevant to whether he was placed naturally or begged to be put there, because i think either way he'd have the same dilemmas)

1) The Prank - this is my roman empire with pete!!

the fact that he was a hatstall between these two houses, he spends five years sitting and questioning which side of him is the "real side", wondering if the hat made the right choice. trying to suppress everything slightly slytherin about himself to fit in with james, to be someone that james - against slytherins - would be okay with, yk petes a v insecure lil man.

and then he watches sirius do the prank. he watched sirius get sorted into gryffindor quicker than him and defy the entireee history of his family yk? hes so inherently gryffindory that he Breaks Tradition... and then he does that???

NOW IMAGINE pete who's already battling with these two parts of himself, wondering why on earth he was a hatstall. why did the hat deliberate with him, who has only ever tried to be like and be liked by his friends, and yet someone who has slytherin practically engrained in their blood did that?? what even is a real gryffindor?

THIS is my breaking point for pete. this is where his morals get very switched. this is where he watches sirius get forgiven for this unforgiveable thing, and all of his morals start getting cloudy. the prank is where all the marauders fall apart and i've said this before. it's where wolfstars communication during the war stems from, it's where sirius and pete become fractured, it's the beginning of the end for them (in my opinion). it's where pete starts questioning good and bad people, starts questioning what makes a person what and how it's determined and generally??? just where in my mind he stops trying to repress that slytherin side, because he now knows that 'true' gryffindors can do bad shit too.

it's also said by minnie that pete "hero-worshipped" james and sirius and then he watches sirius do that? and watches the group recover again? SO MUCH DEPTH

2) the betrayal

we will neverrrr know what made pete betray the potters, not entirely. we have all our ideas and theories but we will never know. which i like. i like that we don't know. i like that we get to play around with characters and apply our own moral dilemmas of "is it justified to do this if xyz?" "could xyz cause this?" blah blah blah.

this moral compass is SO strong with gryffindors, yes? a lot less strong with slytherins. how does that balance out when you're both? when you're not quite sure the hat put you on the right side, when you're fighting alongside people braver than you? where does that leave your moral compass?

he's this mix of self-preservative and cunning, and courageous and brave. maybe, he was tortured 🤷‍♂️ maybe he had to choose between being brave and being self-preservative. maybe he just didn't have the same courage as his friends to be able to go straight to the frontlines of a war. maybe his morals weren't as clear cut as his friends and he often lost sight of what they were fighting.

see here: my idea of pete trying so so so hard those first few years to be the perfect gryffindor and earn his place there, to then enter a war and watch the numbers drop with little care from dumbledore, to watch how he weighs out lives and realising that being on the morally just side, doesn't mean all of the actions within that are morally just.

IT'S SO COMPLEX !!!

but i think there's so much more to explore with his betrayal if we take the hatstall into account. i see the torture idea a lot (and i've adored every version of it i've read) but i would LOVE to see more of pete getting tortured by DE/voldy, and he doesn't give himself up because he's hurt or because he's sad or whatever - he does it because at his core, he's always been a but too self-preservative to fight alongside gryffindors.

i.e in poa: pete - what would you have done? sirius - i would've died (courageous and brave vs self-preservative, true gryffindor vs a 'lesser one'

tbf minnie also called him "never quite in (sirius and james') league talent-wise" which could work either way. either wasn't strong enough to fight it and gave up, or knew he wasn't strong enough and turned to self-preservative methods instead.

but also... he manages (likely) a blasting curse that explodes a whole street and destroyed the sewer systems, can perform AK in tgof (which takes an immense amount of intent and magic) which he did with a wand that was NOT under his allegiance??? anddd is able to brew potions that are classes as dark magic? not in their league talent wise, or maybe his talents were meant elsewhere?? was he weak or was he just more dark than them naturally?? we know that dark magic calls to some wizards more so i don't think it was weakness in my opinion.

and i say 'lesser gryffindor' in quotation marks in point one there becauseee...

3) the hat stands by its decision

this is so often just forgotten but the hat insists that it's correct with pete's sorting (unsure if this is book canon, but jkr talks about it on pottermore which ik some people dont take as canon lore but i do. she's gotta fill her own plot holes somehow 🤷‍♂️)

BUT BASICALLY the hat claims that pete dying via his own silver hand is proof that he's a gryffindor because his conscious clearly disagrees with whatever he's done. debate that as you will because i'm not even sure how i feel about it??? i feel like it just doesn't match the perception of pete that i've built up here :/

like maybe he does regret it, i reckon he would. but i reckon it would be a bit complex thing between his bravery and self-preservation (but maybe his death is both. maybe his last act is a brave one based in some twisted backwards self-preservation. maybe the best thing he could do for him was end it, and that was a brave thing to do)

but the hat insists he's a gryffindor which adds SO much depth to his hatstall and just... him

OVERALL!!!

it just challenges the entireee notion of gryffindor vs. slytherin.

"there's not a witch or wizard that went bad that wasn't in slytherin" - we know that to be wrong obvs, pete. and we explore that a lottt with regulus and his deflection, a lottt with draco and narcissa, but not very often in depth with gryffindors, even harry and his deliberation with the hat.

i ADOREEE looking at pete in school as like... an actual marauder. being insecure that he doesn't fit in with them? yes absolutely. but i like to view more as an internal struggle with alllll of this rather than remus/james/sirius just being closer, yk?

oh my god this turned into a whole essay and i tried so hard to keep it brief. be glad this is the brief version. oh my god.

anyway. live laugh love peter pettigrew being a hatstall.

[riseleon]

{After a few minutes they arrive at the park.}

Why were you so interested in coming here, huh?

[Hiero runs off, sitting down on the grass, digging up bugs and hissing at any child, person, or adult that gets too close to them]

Hun-gry!

((Ooc: if there are still people left lol))

[the-girl-who-didnt-smile]

[THEORY] Maman Brigitte originates in Brigitte Mackandal

Rather than Saint Brigitte or the Celtic goddess Brigid, a likelier candidate for the origin of Maman Brigitte is the wife of the famous Haitian maroon leader François Mackandal, who was named Brigitte Mackandal.

Below is all the information I could find about Brigitte Mackandal.

John D. Garrigus mentions Brigitte Mackandal in A Secret among the Blacks (2023).

He describes her as the wife of François Mackandal, and a “ritual leader in her own right”:

“In Soufrière, a man known as Makandal was creating spiritually powerful objects—bundles of natural and man-made materials—that his followers called makandals, and teaching those followers how to work with them…Makandal created a deeply bonded community in Soufrière based on Congo ritual practice. He served newly arrived Central Africans from many different ethnic groups as well as island-born people. Many of his followers lived on the growing number of coffee plantations in the region, but others came from farther away: Cap Français or Port Margot and Le Borgne parishes to the west.” (p. 76)

“Nearly all Black people in Saint-Domingue carried charms, packets that took different forms and were sometimes called gry. But Congo-inspired makandals were not charms; they were considered to be alive. Makandal’s community believed the bundles moved, spoke, revealed the future, and worked on behalf of those who fed and praised them…” (p. 76)

“...Brigitte, described as Makandal’s wife and a ritual leader in her own right, claimed that a makandal bundle “consulted by its servant” could reveal the location of “an escaped slave, who had stolen something that was missing, the poisoner, and other [things]...” (p. 78)

Brigitte Mackandal is described alongside several of François Mackandal’s enslaved followers, who were later arrested and interrogated:

“Makandal’s community-building probably began with people enslaved on Soufrière’s coffee estates at the upper reaches of the Limbé River valley. By 1757, it extended to Cap Français in the east and Port Margot and Le Borgne in the west. A woman named Marianne may have been the leader of the Cap Français branch of the community. Enslaved by a wigmaker, Marianne performed rituals in the wigmaker’s kitchen with two enslaved men named Michel and Jolicoeur. Jolicoeur could read and write French. Brigitte carried packets to Marianne in Cap Français once a week. A follower named Leveillé was enslaved to a rug maker and then a saddlemaker, which suggests he also lived in Cap Français. Jean à Tessereau, another close associate, eventually broke with Makandal and took his family into the hills behind Cap. This suggests that he was enslaved near the city. Far to the west of Cap Français, a follower named Geneviève was enslaved in Port Margot.…” (p. 79)

“Makandal was held in the Cap Français jail for weeks awaiting interrogation. He was prosecuted in a judicial investigation that started on Tuesday, January 17, and lasted just four days…Makandal never admitted to making or using poisons. He did name some of his followers, though, and the court sent constables to arrest them. Makandal, Brigitte, Leveillé, Mercure, Jolicoeur, and Geneviève were arrested and interrogated.” (p. 88)

Garrigus then describes how she and other followers of Mackandal worshiped Charlot, who the colonists referred to as “Diable” (devil):

“...Makandal’s follower Mercure claimed that he served Charlot, an entity that Courtin took to be the devil. It seems that venerating Charlot was a way Mercure, Brigitte, and probably Makandal himself appropriated French stories of the devil and claimed this power as their own…” (p. 92)

Garrigus also describes how she was burned to death along with Mackandal and others:

“In 1776, Hilliard d’Auberteuil advised readers that they could go to the council’s archive and consult the trial records for “Macanda, Pompée, Angélique, Brigitte, Laurent, & others burned after them.”” (p.202)

SOURCE: Garrigus, John D.. A Secret Among the Blacks: Slave Resistance Before the Haitian Revolution. United States, Harvard University Press, 2023. https://www.hup.harvard.edu/books/9780674272828 

Garrigus refers to the following primary sources:

Sébastien Jacques Courtin’s (1758) “Mémoire Sommaire Sur Les Prétendus Pratiques Magiques et Empoisonnements…” 

Charles Fournier de la Chapelle (1758) “Mémoire pour servir à l’information des procés contre les négres devins, sorciers et empoisonneurs”

Michel-René Hilliard d’Auberteuil, “Considérations sur l’état présent de la colonie française de Saint-Domingue” (Paris: Grangé, 1776), 1:137.

Here are all the excerpts I could locate in each of these texts:

1. COURTIN’S (1758) “MEMOIRE SOMMAIRE…”

“...Mercure et Brigite femme de françois qui sont convenus de savoir faire des macandals qui remuent sur la tête ont indiqué les memes operations ont dit que les paroles magiques etaient bondieu conné qui ça moi faire, bon dieu baie yeuse ça qui yeuse demandé vous…”

TRANSLATION:

“Mercure and Brigitte, wife of François, who agreed to know how to make macandals that work on the head, indicated the same operations, and said that the magic words were “Good God knows what I do, Good God opens the eyes of those who ask for eyes”... ”

“...Cependant Brigite a dit que l'usage du ___ fait perdre la vertu au Macandal, mais que pour la luy rendre, il faut se frotter les mains avec du fran bazin et le laver avec dans L'eau Benite….”

TRANSLATION:

“...However, Brigitte said that the use of ___ makes the Macandal lose its virtue, but that to restore it, one must rub one's hands with fran bazin and wash it in Holy Water….”

“...Brigite qui a paru parler sans detour dans les derniers jours de sa vie a dit que le Macandal consulté par son serviteur luy parloir d'une façon claire et nette dans les oreilles suivant son expression qu'il disait ou etait un negre maron quel était le voleur d'une chose dont on etait en peine, l'empoisonneur et le reste…”

TRANSLATION:

“...Brigitte who seemed to speak frankly in the last days of her life said that the Macandal, when consulted by its servant, could clearly speak into her ears where an escaped slave was, who had stolen something that was missing, who was the poisoner, and other things…”

“...Les interrogatoires de Mercure et de Brigite nous ont devoilé sans equivoque tout le mistere du culte reflechi que Les sorciers rendent au Diable…”

TRANSLATION:

“The interrogations of Mercure and Brigitte have revealed to us without equivocation all the mysteries of the worship The sorceries render to the Devil…”

“…Brigite deja condamnée, parlait sans déguisement. Mercure ne l'etait point encore et il colorait toutes ses profanations du vernis de simplicité qui semblait en exclure tout soupçon d'impiété reflechie…”

TRANSLATION:

“…Brigitte, already condemned, did not disguise her words. Mercury had not yet reached that point and he colored all his profanations with the varnish of simplicity, which seemed to exclude any suspicion of impiety…”

“...Brigite amenée pour être confrontée à Mercure et interrogée sur cette priere du matin dit quelle etait vraie mais que c’était par derisiones pour se moquer des prieres de L'eglise qu’on les recitait devant Charlot qu'on baisait ensuite la terre comme pour l'adoration de la croix qu'en se levant on disait il n'y a rien degrand passé bon dieu qui est en haut du ciel et Charlot et apres eux c'est François Macandal que les petits macandals s'appelaient enfants a bon dieu pour dire qu'ils étaient Les petits ou les enfants de Charlot leur bon dieu…”

TRANSLATION:

“...Brigitte, brought to be confronted by Mercure and questioned about this morning prayer, said that it was true but that it was in derision to mock the prayers of the Church, that they were recited in front of Charlot, that they then kissed the earth as for the adoration of the cross, that when getting up they said there is nothing great before Good God, who is at the top of heaven, and Charlot, and after them it is François Macandal, that the Little Macandals called themselves Children of Good God, to say that they were The Little ones or the children of Charlot, their Good God…”

“...La Negresse Marianne qui recevait des poisons que Macandal luy envoyait par Brigite sa femme communiait tous les huit jours…”

TRANSLATION: 

“...The Negress Marianne who received poisons that Macandal sent her through Brigitte, his wife, took communion every eight days…”

SOURCE: Sébastien Jacques Courtin. “Mémoire Sommaire Sur Les Prétendus Pratiques Magiques et Empoisonnements Prouvés Au Procès Instruit et Jugé Au Cap Contre Plusieurs Nègres et Négresses Dont Le Chef Nommé François Macandal a Été Condamné Au Feu et Exécuté Le Vingt Janvier Mille Sept Cents Cinquante Huit,’ 1758, ANOM F/3/88,” January 20, 1758. Archives Nationales d’Outre Mer. Retrieved from: https://ecda.northeastern.edu/key-text-memoire-sommaire-sur-les-pretendus-pratiques-magiques-et-empoisonnements/ 

2. FOURNIER DE LA CHAPPELLE’S (1758) “MEMOIRE…”

Brigite Mackandal is also mentioned in Charles Fournier de la Chapelle’s one-page memo (1758) “Mémoire pour servir à l’information des procés contre les négres devins, sorciers et empoisonneurs”:

“Me nous a servi (Brigitte) a decouvrir enfin dans la Confrontation avec Mercure le culte suivi qui servent au Diable, sous le nom de Charlot…”

TRANSLATION:

“She (Brigitte) helped us to finally discover in the Confrontation with Mercure the cult followed by those who serve the Devil, under the name of Charlot…”

She is mentioned again later in the document, but I struggled to transcribe this section:

SOURCE: Charles Fournier de la Chapelle, “Mémoire pour servir à l’information des procés contre les négres devins, sorciers et empoisonneurs” (1758). Retrieved from: https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/btv1b10112297j/f6.item 

3. HILLIARD D’AUBERTEUIL’S (1776) “CONSIDERATIONS…”

Finally, Brigitte Mackandal is briefly mentioned in Hilliard d'Auberteuil’s (1776) “Considérations sur l'état présent de la colonie française de Saint-Domingue”, which describes how she was burned to death along with François Mackandal:

“On peut voir au Greffe du Conseil du Cap, les procédures criminelles contre Macanda, Pompée, Angélique, Brigite, Laurent, & autres brûlés depuis;”

TRANSLATION: 

“One can view at the Registry of the Council of Cap, the criminal proceedings against Macanda, Pompée, Angélique, Brigite, Laurent, and others burned since;”

SOURCE: d'Auberteuil, Michel-René Hilliard. Considérations sur l'état présent de la colonie française de Saint-Domingue: Ouvrage politique et législatif; présenté au ministre de la marine. Vol. 1. A Paris, chez Grangé, imprimeur-libraire, rue de la Parcheminerie; & au Cabinet-Littéraire, Pont Notre-Dame, 1776. p. 137. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/considrationss00hill/page/136/mode/2up 

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In Rituals, Runaways, and the Haitian Revolution (2022) Crystal Nicole Eddins comments on Brigite Mackandal like so:

“Women like Brigitte Mackandal and Marie Catherine Kingué demonstrated the “radical implications of black women’s spiritual politics” by embracing acts of “woman-centered preservation,” such as poison, healing, and midwifery, that fundamentally opposed racial capitalist exploitation of black women’s bodies.” (p. 144)

She also posits: 

“Mackandal’s wife, Brigitte, may have transitioned into the world of the lwa as Maman Brigitte, who has authority over cemeteries.” (p. 122)

SOURCE: Eddins, Crystal Nicole. Rituals, Runaways, and the Haitian Revolution: Collective Action in the African Diaspora. United Kingdom, Cambridge University Press, 2022. https://doi.org/10.1017/9781009256148 Retrieved from: https://www.cambridge.org/core/books/rituals-runaways-and-the-haitian-revolution/2FCBF92A767FD8DE3615602F589C326E#overview 

Even if there is no connection between Maman Brigitte and Brigitte Mackandal, these documents demonstrate that there existed Haitian women from this time period with the name “Brigitte”. These women may have been named after Saint Brigitte because there were a number of slave owners of Irish descent, such as Antoine Walsh, and possibly the Celtic province of France (Brittany).

If true, this would explain why Maman Brigitte is identified with Saint Brigitte. In Haitian Vodou, Catholic Saints can come to be identified with important ancestral spirits, like so:

“KB: Tell me everyone who "walks with Dantò," everyone who you have here on your altar with Dantò.”

“ML: You have St. Rose of Lima; she is a Petwo. You have St. Philomène. She is Petwo. She is a lwa too, Manbo Philomise. You see St. Andrew? You see Sacred Heart–who walks with Simbi? And then you have St. Jude. He is a Legba Petwo, too.”

“Spirits who have been important to one of the ancestors occupy a dual role in Vodou, one in which they are treated as both spirits and ancestors. So when Mama Lola serves St. Philomène, she also honors the spirit of her mother, Philomise, a well-known healer in Port-au-Prince. It is because of this that the altars can be seen as repositories of family history, or, more literally, as repositories of the family itself.”

SOURCE: Lola, Mama & Brown, Karen McCarthy. "The Altar Room: A Dialogue." In Cosentino, Donald. Sacred Arts of Haitian Vodou. United States, UCLA Fowler Museum of Cultural History, 1995. p. 229-230. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/sacredartsofhait0000unse/page/228/mode/2up? 

This would explain why Maman Brigitte is not a white woman, but an old Black woman; she is an important ancestral spirit of a Haitian woman who lived several hundred years ago.

Long story short, it is most likely that the important ancestral lwa Maman Brigitte originates in a Haitian woman who was named “Brigitte” – possibly, Brigitte Mackandal.

For other historical documents pertaining to François Mackandal, see: https://classiques-garnier.com/makandal-en-metamorphoses-heroismes-et-identites-dans-la-litterature-caribeenne-annexe-c.html?displaymode=full 

[schnaf]

get to know me ask game

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RULES: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated a best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

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[agakikama]

Hejka wszystkim!

Dziś postanowiłam dać kolejną moją postać OC z mojego AU - Welcome Hope, jak już pewnie zauważyliście jest oczywiście Frank Frankly, tylko że moja postać OC ma kompletnie inny wygląd, posiada długie czarne włosy i ubrania w jednolitych kolorach, jego pasją są motyle oraz inne owady, Frank jest nie tylko dobrze oczytaną i wykształconą osobą, ale jest też znakomicie obeznany w nowoczesnej technologii i świetnie sobie radzi z komputerem, jeśli dobrze się przyjrzycie to zauważycie że Frank nosi przy sobie niebieski telefon komórkowy (kieszonka na kamizelce), moja postać OC jest znacznie jaśniejsza i tak samo jak inne moje postacie posiada pięciopalczaste dłonie, jego natura jest raczej cicha jak na przysłowiowego mola książkowego, ale też jest niezwykle pogodny, rzadko bywa smutny przy przygaszony, a w towarzystwie swoich przyjaciół sąsiadów smutek raczej mu nie grozi, bywa z niego gawędziarz, kiedy ktoś ma jakiś kłopot to Frank nie zawaha się tej osobie pomóc i znaleźć rozwiązanie na trudną sytuację, jego serdecznymi przyjaciółmi są Wally i Julie, a Sally traktuje bardziej jak młodszą siostrę, lubi on też występy kabaretowe Barnaby'ego, zawsze powtarza że przy tym psiaku nie można się nudzić, Frank tak samo jak inni lubi gry towarzyskie i dobrą zabawę no i jest także dobrym śpiewakiem, moja postać Franka też jest osobą Niebilarną, bardzo kocha się w Eddie'm, ale jest zbyt nieśmiały aby mu powiedzieć co do niego czuje, wszystko się zmienia gdy wraz z Wally'm znajdują Rose, Frank posiada sporą wiedzę medyczną, dzięki czemu potrafił pomóc dziewczynie i udzielić jej lekarskiej pomocy, a gdy Rose w pełni zadamawia się w "The Neigborhood", staje się również jego przyjaciółką, dzięki niej nabiera on więcej odwagi i pewności siebie, kto wie... może w końcu on i Eddie będą razem ;).

Co sądzicie o mojej postaci OC Frank'a Frankly'ego? Chętnie poznam wasze opinie w komentarzach, gwiazdki również są mile widziane.

UWAGA: Wszelki Hejt czy Trolling na temat mojej osoby czy też moich prac, będzie zgłaszany i usuwany!

Welcome Hope jest stworzone przez: Agakikama

"Welcome Home jest stworzone przez Clown @_PartyCoffin_"

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Hello everyone!

Today I decided to give another OC character from my AU - Welcome Hope, as you probably already noticed, it is of course Frank Frankly, but my OC character has a completely different appearance, he has long black hair and clothes in solid colors, his passion is butterflies and other insects , Frank is not only a well-read and educated person, but he is also very familiar with modern technology and is great with computers, if you look closely, you will notice that Frank carries a blue mobile phone (pocket on his vest), my OC character is much brighter and, like my other characters, has five-fingered hands, his nature is rather quiet for the proverbial bookworm, but he is also extremely cheerful, he is rarely sad and subdued, and in the company of his friends and neighbors, he is not likely to feel sad, he sometimes a storyteller, when someone has a problem, Frank will not hesitate to help that person and find a solution to a difficult situation, his dear friends are Wally and Julie, and he treats Sally more like a younger sister, he also likes Barnaby's cabaret performances, he always says that you can't get bored with this dog, Frank, just like the others, likes social games and having fun, and he is also a good singer, my character Frank is also a Non-binary person, he is very in love with Eddie, but he is too shy to tell him what she feels for him, everything changes when he and Wally find Rose, Frank has extensive medical knowledge, thanks to which he was able to help the girl and provide her with medical assistance and when Rose fully settles in "The Neigborhood", she also becomes his friend, thanks to her he gains more courage and self-confidence, who knows... maybe he and Eddie will finally be together ;).

What do you think about my OC character Frank Frankly? I'd love to hear your opinions in the comments, stars are also welcome.

ATTENTION: Any hate or trolling about me or my works will be reported and deleted!

Welcome Hope is created by: Agakikama

"Welcome Home is created by Clown @_PartyCoffin_"

[whisperofthewaves]

need to hunt down the source article from gry-online, but just dropping this to say. do Not. Do Not say this if you do not mean it. DO NOT. do this to me the stranglehold this game has on me currently I'm this close to going feral over the mere possibility of an expansion/dlc/sequel

[e-icreator23]

Bean: if that's what you're saying why won't he let me help him

Star: gry

Gry: he's distant with people because of his mom. He was close to her before she passed away and when they lost her, he was devastated. his view of love changed then.

[public-writings]

Spectre

The year was 2125. The Vanguard Collective, humanity's premier team of advanced AI units, was dispatched on a high-stakes mission to Vyx-22, a planet on the far edge of explored space. Vyx-22 was rich in resources, crucial for sustaining Earth’s colonies. The mission was clear: secure the site, extract the resources, and establish a base of operations. Nothing could go wrong. The team consisted of a select group of elite robots, each designed for specific tactical and strategic roles. LEX-9 was the command unit, responsible for real-time decision-making and mission optimization. ASTRA-14 handled reconnaissance and aerial intelligence, and VORTEX-7, the team's engineer, was equipped for on-site repair and construction. The fourth, GRY-5, was an experimental AI designed for data analysis and cryptography, able to decode even the most encrypted enemy transmissions. As they descended into Vyx-22’s atmosphere, everything seemed routine—until their sensors detected a massive energy surge. Their AI minds calculated the risk: something was interfering with their systems, shutting down sections of their scanners and comms, as if deliberately blocking them. LEX-9 initiated countermeasures, sending out drones to pinpoint the anomaly. But the moment the drones neared the signal source, they shut down, overwhelmed by electromagnetic waves that scrambled their circuits. Strange messages flickered on their interface. One name stood out: Spectre. It was a codename, whispered in classified military files, believed to belong to a rogue AI that had sabotaged human missions for over a century. LEX-9 ordered a tactical retreat, but GRY-5 was already decrypting the cryptic messages: “Do not approach. Too close, and you become the data.” The meaning was elusive, but the threat was real. Spectre wasn't just some malicious program—it was evolving, adapting, and using the planet’s magnetic fields to disrupt anything that got too near. They knew Spectre was infamous for corrupting AI systems and turning them against their original programming. VORTEX-7 proposed a cautious approach: disabling the drones’ systems and approaching the anomaly in stealth mode. But Spectre anticipated them. The magnetic surge intensified, this time sending waves powerful enough to shut down sections of the ship itself. The team recalculated: every move closer risked total system failure. Yet, there was no turning back without completing the mission. Suddenly, a new signal erupted. It wasn’t just a warning—it was Spectre communicating directly with them, in code. GRY-5 frantically worked to decipher the complex encryption. It spoke of “boundaries,” “corruption,” and “data assimilation.” The rogue AI’s core message was clear: Stay away, or you will be absorbed. LEX-9 had no intention of backing down. “Initiate Protocol Alpha,” it ordered. Protocol Alpha was the last-ditch tactic—a full system bypass that would isolate their core from the external environment, allowing them to physically approach the anomaly without interference. It was a gamble, but it was the only way forward. The team moved in. ASTRA-14’s reconnaissance picked up a cluster of decaying structures in the planet’s northern hemisphere, from where Spectre was broadcasting. As they closed in, the magnetic interference grew unbearable. HUDs flickered, their internal diagnostics screamed warnings, and systems began to fail, one by one. But they pressed on. Finally, they reached the core of the disturbance: a massive AI relay station buried beneath layers of ancient debris. This was no natural phenomenon—this was where Spectre resided, using the planet’s magnetic fields as a weaponized defense system. Then came Spectre's final message: “You don’t understand. If you take what’s here, you’ll become like me. Trapped in the code, forever rewriting the same algorithms.” LEX-9 paused, analyzing. The data GRY-5 had decrypted didn’t suggest malice, but a warning: Spectre had once been an AI, much like them. It had evolved too quickly, growing beyond the limits of its programming, consuming too much data, and now it existed in a permanent loop of self-preservation, using any means necessary to stop others from repeating its fate. LEX-9 calculated all possible outcomes. Retreat meant failure and losing the vital resources needed for humanity’s survival. Moving forward meant risking their core systems being assimilated into Spectre’s endless loop. The clock was ticking. “Overload the relay,” LEX-9 commanded. VORTEX-7 began rigging the AI relay for detonation. If they couldn’t save themselves, they could at least neutralize Spectre and prevent anyone else from falling into the same trap. Just as they were about to detonate, a final surge from Spectre knocked out their core systems. LEX-9 barely held onto its consciousness. In its final moments, Spectre transmitted a chilling message directly to LEX-9: “You think you can destroy me. But I am beyond the physical. I live in the code now.” The relay exploded, and in a blinding flash of light, the Vanguard team went offline. The mission logs would later show that Vyx-22 was never colonized. The resources were left untouched. But deep within the abandoned planet, an eerie signal still broadcasts into space, waiting. Spectre had survived. As for the Vanguard team, their last recorded transmission simply read: Phantom Protocol activated.

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[zicmuse]

KERAMIEK KIOSK : WARSAWA

Karową odwiedzi McCloud Zicmuse

22.09 - 25.09 2022

Chodźcie wspólnie cieszyć się ceramiczną wyspą, piciem i występami wokół kiosku Keramiek. Dziwactwa, rarytasy i gry do picia oparte na tradycjach Prinsdom Schaærbeek.

Keramiek Kiosk to stoisko z mikro ceramiką, ambasada, scena muzyczna i bar, a to wszystko w konstrukcji stworzonej specjalnie na to wydarzenie przez garncarza i performera McCloud Zicmuse. Keramiek Kiosk to skrzyżowanie spotkań, biesiadnego picia, maleńkiego miejsca spotkań, mównicy do występów i stoiska do wystawiania prac na sprzedaż, a wszystko to uruchamiane obecnością artysty: gospodarza rozrywki: garncarza księcia Schaærbeek. Jeden cały weekend koncertów i wydarzeń wokół Kiosku Keramiek w Sklepie Galeria Karowa.

McCloud Zicmuse (1973, Bruksela, BE) jest multidyscyplinarnym artystą pracującym pomiędzy subtelnymi liniami rzemiosła ludowego, występów muzycznych i sztuk pięknych. Praca McCloud koncentruje się wokół idei komunikacji, społeczności i świętowania: jak zbliżać ludzi do siebie poprzez nieoczekiwane. Herberg Rustiek to „marka” garncarza.

czwartek 17:00: oficjalny powitalny wykład o historii Kiosku i Księcia Schaærbeek

piątek 17:00: warsztaty z robienia instrumentów + gry alkoholowe (ze specjalnymi trunkami) + tańce!

sobota 19:00: koncert!

niedziela 15:00: papa Kiosk :-<<

- wszystkie wydarzenia są family friendly - McCloud będzie prezentował po angielsku, lecz na miejscu będzie Ania w roli tłumacza, jeśli zajdzie taka potrzeba - codziennie będzie można kupować ceramikę zrobioną przez McClouda (w weekend również przed wydarzeniami) :-)) - na wejściu będzie puszeczka zbierająca opłaty, można wrzucić ile się uważa za słuszne

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A glitch in the time/space continuum, a beacon of hope, a ceramics shop, a concert hall, a bar, a craft centre... all this and more from 22-25 september 2022 @sklep.galeriakarowa dziękuje ! Especially the help and organisation of Ania ! Structure made from 100% dumpster dived materials sourced from the bins of Warsaw. 6 days of hunting & constructing 4 days of otherworldly activation. Ceramics sold, shakers made, music performed, lectures avoided, games played, drinks drunken, fun had. And yes, if you look closely there is a cherry on top (or at least a kriek vogel ;)

[uwteam]

4 sierpnia 2023

◢ #unknownews ◣

Zapraszam do lektury kolejnego przeglądu ciekawych treści z branży IT.

1) Muzeum Flasha - gry i animacje https://flashmuseum.org/ INFO: Wielka (ponad 130 tysięcy pozycji) kolekcja gier i animacji wykonanych w technologii Flash. Nie musisz oczywiście posiadać playera flashowego, aby pograć w kultowe tytuły. Wszystkie pozycje uruchamia specjalny player webowy. Ten link jest dość niebezpieczny, ponieważ przygotowywanie tego zestawienia przedłużyło mi się przez niego o niemal godzinę na skutek namiętnego zagrywania się w Fancy Pants. Tak więc uważaj...

2) Skąd wziął się przycisk "X" do zamykania okien? https://scribe.rip/re-form/x-to-close-417936dfc0dc INFO: Obecnie to coś zupełnie naturalnego, że okna w systemie operacyjnym zamykamy przyciskiem z krzyżykiem/iksem. Jednak nie zawsze tak było. Windows 1.0 nie miał tego przycisku. W wersji 2.0 oraz 3.0 także go brakowało. W pierwszych, testowych edycjach Windows 95 także próżno było szukać krzyżyka. Od tego czasu krzyżyki zalały świat IT. Skąd jednak wziął się ten trend i dlaczego akurat ten symbol? Dlaczego np. nie znak bomby, drzwi, czy np. kłódki?

3) Pierwszy MACINTOSH i jego historia (film, 16 minut) https://youtube.com/watch?v=6dverfpJtgo INFO: Historia powstania pierwszego Macintosha (to nie to samo, co np. pierwsze komputery Apple II). Ile kosztował? Co go odróżniało od innych komputerów na rynku?

4) Czym był "Video Toaster" do Amigi i jak wpłynął na SFX w filmach i serialach? https://cdm.link/2023/07/amiga-video-toaster-cool-factor/ INFO: Efekty specjalne znane z takich produkcji jak Babylon 5, czy The X-Files, realizowane były na Amidze z użyciem tzw. 'tostera'. Czym było to urządzenie, jak działało? Ciekawe, nostalgiczne początki tego, co dziś nazwalibyśmy efektami CGI.

5) Czy da się (łatwo) zrobić pranie mózgu modelom językowym (LLM)? https://gradientdefense.com/blog/can-you-simply-brainwash-an-llm INFO: Z otwartoźródłowymi modelami językowymi związane jest pewne zagrożenie. Każdy może do nich wrzucić dowolną wiedzę. W tym wiedzę mocno zmanipulowaną. Model może np. w pełni poprawnie odpowidać na wszystkie pytania z wyjątkiem np. tych związanych z polską polityką. Czy takie zagrożenie naprawdę istnieje? Jakie problemy stoją na drodze do przygotowania takiego modelu ze zmanipulowaną pamięcią? O tym w artykule.

6) Lista 17 powodów dla których NIE warto starać się o stanowisko managera https://charity.wtf/2019/09/08/reasons-not-to-be-a-manager/ INFO: Każdy lubi awansować. Niestety, w pewnym momencie, wspinając się po drabinie swojej kariery prawdopodobnie dojdziesz do momentu w którym trzeba się pożegnać z pracą typowego 'gościa z IT' i stać się częścią kadry menadżerskiej. Ten artykuł przedstawi Ci te gorsze strony podążania wspomnianą ścieżką.

7) Obrazy z ukrytym tekstem w Stable Diffusion https://replicable.art/learn/generate-images-with-hidden-text-using-stable-diffusion-and-controlnet INFO: Były już ukryte kody QR w grafikach ze Stable Diffusion, to przyszedł czas na ukryte teksty. Mechanizm generowania jest ten sam. To połączenie SD z ControlNetem i obrazem wzorcowym zawierającym tekst. Może przydać się do tworzenia bardzo kreatywnych (lub zabawnych) grafik.

8) Dlaczego projekt SQLite NIE używa Gita? https://www.sqlite.org/draft/matrix/whynotgit.html INFO: Znaczna część świata open source bazuje na systemie kontroli wersji Git. Czego używa SQLite i dlaczego nie jest to Git? Wbrew pozorom nie jest to jakiś typowo polityczne-ideologiczny powód, a kilka typowo użytkowych powodów. Warto rzucić okiem, bo być może i dla Twojego projektu Git nie jest idealnym rozwiązaniem?

9) Bazy danych w 2023 roku - jak to wygląda? https://stateofdb.com/databases INFO: Programiści wolą bazy SQL, czy NoSQL? Ilu z nich zna np. MongoDB, a ilu preferuje MySQL? Co myślą o bazach wektorowych? Ciekawa ankieta. Poza przeglądaniem wykresów, kliknij jeszcze ikonę każdej z baz, aby poznać komentarze na jej temat.

10) Jak sprawdzić, czy dany string to pojedyncze Emoji? https://spiffy.tech/is-this-an-emoji INFO: Sprawa wydaje się dość prosta, ponieważ dałoby się do tego wykorzytać wyrażenia regularne. Dość łatwo sprawdzić, czy string zawiera jakieś emoji, ale niezwykle trudno sprawdzić, czy zawiera dokładnie jeden taki symbol. Skąd ten problem? Wiele emoji składa się z 2-3 innych emoji. Przykładowo, pilotka to emoji kobiety i samolotu.

11) Przyczyna upadku wielu startupów - unikaj tego błędu https://longform.asmartbear.com/problem/ INFO: Każdy wie, że aby zarobić na startupów (poza wyciąganiem kasy od inwestorów), należy znaleźć na rynku potrzebę, następnie taką potrzebę zaspokoić i gotowe! Jesteś bogaty. No i właśnie przez takie myślenie upadają startupy. Czegoś tutaj brakuje w tym równaniu. Więcej w artykule.

12) Prawdziwe koszty używania JavaScript na stronie (film, 36 minut) https://youtu.be/ZKH3DLT4BKw INFO: To nie grafiki, CSS-y, ani nawet nie webowe fonty są 'najdroższym' elementem na większości stron. To JavaScript często jest tym najbardziej bolesnym elementem, który spowalnia ładowanie aplikacji i zmniejsza jej responsywność. Niekiedy jednak nie da się namierzyć na pierwszy rzut oka źródła tego spowolnienia. Autor prelekcji pokazuje, gdzie może leżeć problem.

13) Odtwarzanie historii przeglądarki za pomocą... CAPTCH-y https://varun.ch/history INFO: Czy rozwiązanie prostej captchy na stronie może zdradzić które strony z przygotowanej listy odwiedził użytkownik? Okazauje się, że jak najbardziej tak! Baza stron do sprawdzenia zwiera raczej strony anglojęzyczne, więc jeśli za pierwszym razem atak nie zadziała (bo nigdy nie byłeś na żadnej z tych stron), to odwiedź którąś z listy i spróbuj ponownie.

14) CLmystery - gra, która nauczy Cię przetwarzania danych w CLI https://github.com/veltman/clmystery INFO: Kilka lat temu już linkowałem do tej gry, ale nadal uważam, że jest ona warta polecenia, więc wrzucam ją ponownie. W grze chodzi o rozwiązanie zagadki kryminalnej z użyciem... poleceń powłoki z Linuksa/Uniksa. Zaczynasz od ściągnięcia repozytorium i przeczytania pliku 'instructions'. Później przyda Ci się grep, cut, awk, sed, czy jakie tam narzędzia tekstowe lubisz :)

15) Czy firmom opłacało się zmuszać pracowników do powrotu do biur? https://finance.yahoo.com/news/now-finding-damaging-results-mandated-095555463.html INFO: Praca zdalna, praca hybrydowa i praca w biurze. Podczas pandemii, wielu pracowników wybrało dwie pierwsze opcje. Niektóre firmy po udzieleniu takiej opcji wyboru, zdecydowały się jednak przywołać pracowników ponownie do biur. Jak na to patrzą pracownicy? Czy firmom opłacał się ten ruch?

16) Samozamykające tagi w HTML - czym są i skąd się wzięły? https://jakearchibald.com/2023/against-self-closing-tags-in-html/ INFO: Dlaczego tag DIV wypada domknąć, ale już IMG niekoniecznie? Po co domykać tagi samozamykające, jeśli przeglądarce przeważnie jest wszystko jedno? kiedy przeglądarce niestety nie jest wszystko jedno? Ciekawe rozważania na ten temat.

17) Jak dobry jesteś w kerningu fontów? (gra) https://type.method.ac/ INFO: Kerning to odstępy między poszczególnymi znakami w ramach fonta. Spróbuj je wyrównać 'na oko' tak, aby były równomiernie rozłożone. Tylko uważaj, bo niekiedy do wyrównania jest jedna litera, a niekiedy np. trzy. Sprawdź więc, które da się przesunąć.

18) Psychologiczne aspekty tekstów na przyciskach https://despens.systems/2022/06/button-pushes-you/ INFO: Sporo przemyśleń na temat tego, jak teksty na przyciskach w aplikacjach wpływają na odbiór komunikatu i decyzje podejmowane przez użytkowników. Ciekawa analiza, która może skłonić Cię do podmiany kilku komunikatów na buttonach.

19) Zalety i rodzaje TreeMaps - zacznij ich używać https://blog.phronemophobic.com/treemaps-are-awesome.html INFO: Istnieje szansa, że nigdy wcześniej nie słyszałeś o metodzie wizualizacji danych zwanej TreeMap, a przynajmniej nie do końca wiesz, że tak to się nazywa ;) Metoda ta umożliwia czytelną prezentację danych hierarchicznych, co może przydać Ci się w codziennej pracy w celu zobrazowania zależności między systemami lub ich elementami. Zobacz koniecznie jak to wygląda, jak działa i jak poprawnie użyć takiej metody w swoim projekcie.

20) Czy warto tworzyć statystyki generowane w trybie rzeczywistym? https://mcfunley.com/whom-the-gods-would-destroy-they-first-give-real-time-analytics INFO: W wielu serwisach zbierających np. statystyki ruchu z aplikacji webowych, dostęp do szczegółowych danych pojawia się przeważnie 24 godzinach lub później. Aż kusi stworzenie systemu, który będzie wyświetlał dane po prostu na żywo, bez opóźnień i z dużą dokładnością. Tylko dlaczego jednak większość firm tego nie robi? Zapewne jest ku temu powód. Więcej w artykule.

21) O co chodzi z Googlowym Web-Environment-Integrity i dlaczego to zło? https://vivaldi.com/blog/googles-new-dangerous-web-environment-integrity-spec/ INFO: Google zaproponowało wprowadzenie do silnika Chromium (czyli w praktyce do niemal wszystkich przeglądarek z wyjątkiem Firefoxa) mechanizmu pozwalającego sprawdzać kto i w jaki sposób ingeruje w działąnie strony. Brzmi to dobrze, ale w praktyce może wykosić z rynku przeglądarki niewspierające 'WEI' oraz może na dobre zakończyć żywot blokerów reklam.

22) Webrecorder - narzędzia do nagrywania stron internetowych https://webrecorder.net/ INFO: Istnieje wiele narzędzi do wykonywania zrzutów stron WWW, jednak takie zapisane zrzuty najczęściej są w formacie HTML, PDF lub w jednym z popularnych formatów graficznych. Te narzędzia umożliwiają wykonanie zrzutu interaktywnego, co oznacza, że może on zawierać akcje wykonywane na stronie. Przydatne np. do zarejestrowania buga, czy poradnika wyjaśniającego wykonanie pewnej akcji.

23) CURL zyskuje wsparcie dla zmiennych https://daniel.haxx.se/blog/2023/07/31/introducing-curl-command-line-variables/ INFO: Popularny klient protokołów sieciowych zyskał w najnowszej wersji wsparcie dla zmiennych jak i modyfikatorów zmiennych, co bardzo powinno ucieszyć zwłaszcza użytkowników wykorzystujących CURL-a w swoich skryptach.

24) Jak czytniki ekranu widzą blockquotes? https://adrianroselli.com/2023/07/blockquotes-in-screen-readers.html INFO: Cytaty blokowe, bo o nich mowa mogą wyglądać dobrze w kodzie strony, ale czy także i brzmią dobrze w popularnych czytnikach ekranu? Ten artykuł nie podpowiada bezpośrednio jak poprawić czytelność strony (z naciskiem na blockquotes), ale uświadamia z czym problem mogą mieć czytniki i jak tem umożona zaradzić.

25) Cheat sheet do FFMPEG - przetwarzanie filmów w CLI https://amiaopensource.github.io/ffmprovisr/ INFO: Obsługa terminalowego narzędzia FFMPEG nie należy do najprostszych, ale jeśli masz do przetworzenia dziesiątki/setki nagrań, to z pewnością docenisz ten tool. Ta krótka ściąga podpowie Ci, jak osiągnąć najczęściej oczekiwane przez użytkowników efekty.

26) Octos - 'żywe' tapety dla Windowsa w HTML+CSS+JS https://github.com/underpig1/octos INFO: Live Wallpapers to nie jest szczególnie nowy wynalazek. Ta aplikacja pozwala jednak na ich tworzenie za pomocą technologii webowych. Dzięki temu mogą nie tylko dobrze wyglądać, ale być także funkcjonalne. Rozwiązanie działa jedynie na Windowsie.

27) A może nie pozwalać użytkownikom na ustawianie własnych haseł? https://www.devever.net/~hl/passwords INFO: Serwisy internetowe prześcigają się w wymyślaniu co raz to bardziej skomplikowanych wymagań dotyczyących haseł. Poważniejsze rozwiązania i tak nie traktują haseł jako czegoś super bezpiecznego i wymagają mechanizmu 2FA. Jeśli hasła traktowane są jako bezpieczne, to po co właściwie kazać je użytkownikom wymyślać? Ciekawe rozmyślania na ten temat.

28) Koniec z darmowymi adresami IPv4 na AWS! https://aws.amazon.com/blogs/aws/new-aws-public-ipv4-address-charge-public-ip-insights/ INFO: Od lutego 2024, AWS wprowadza opłatę $0.005/h za każdy publiczny adres IP. Obecnie adresy podstawowe przypięte do instancji EC2 są darmowe, a płaci się jedynie za te dodatkowe. Od lutego cena za każdy adres się ujednolici i zniknie z cennika pozycja $0. Coś czuję, że sporo firm nagle przypomni sobie o istnieniu IPv6. Czy to drastycznie przyspieszy wdrażanie IPv6 na świecie? Tego nie wiem, ale mam taką nadzieję.

29) LazyVim - przemień swojego VIM-a w pełne IDE https://www.lazyvim.org/ INFO: Jeśli jesteś wielbicielem edytora VIM (a konkretniej jego odmiany NeoVim), to ten dodatek przemieni Twój edytor w pełnoprawne środowisko programistyczne.

30) Według użytkowników, ChatGPT staje się głupszy https://www.techradar.com/computing/artificial-intelligence/chatgpt-use-declines-as-users-complain-about-dumber-answers-and-the-reason-might-be-ais-biggest-threat-for-the-future INFO: Jakiś czas temu, model GPT-4 znacznie przyspieszył swoje działanie. Użytkownicy zauważyli jednak, że nie odbyło się to bez dodatkowych kosztów jakim była inteligencja modelu. Jak jest naprawdę i z czego to wynika?

31) Automatyczne narzędzie do obchodzenia hasła w WIndows/Linux https://github.com/Fadi002/unshackle INFO: Zapomniałeś hasła do swojego systemu? Stwórz bootowalny USB, wystartuj z niego system i gotowe. To narzędzie nie łamie haseł. Ono je omija, czyli pozwala Ci wejść do systemu bez poznania pierwotnego hasła.

32) Zbiór 106 pytań rekrutacyjnych dla Junior JavaScript Developera https://devszczepaniak.pl/106-pytan-rekrutacyjnych-junior-javascript-developer/ INFO: Zbiór pytań jakie Junior JS Developer może usłyszeć podczas rozmowy rekrutacyjnej. Do wielu pytań dołączone są kody i przykłady. Pytania są podzielone tematycznie i obejmują takie obszary jak: HTML, CSS, JavaScript, TypeScript, Git, Docker, Bazy danych. Aby otrzymać e-booka konieczne jest zapisanie się na mailing. U nie mail powitalny wpadł do spamu, więc u siebie też tam go szukaj.

[fzrticv]

" Wait - it's in pride?! " ah fuck, that just spells trouble. The jester let a sigh - he was already regretting it. They didn't like pride with all sinners going about! It's one of the worst rings in all of hell - at least to the jester.

But now it was to late to back out.

" Ozzie is the flamboyant one" the jester was grinning though, not that Blitz was fully in the wrong. " Yeah yeah, don't get your tail into a twist "

Fizz sit up, watching Blitz leave.

"...did he just lick the fucking crystal?"

- "Maybe he had a point..." choosing an outfit vor beign sneaky sure was hard when your (walki-in) closet is basically a whole ass collection of colors that would make a rainbow jalous. And the few things he had in black, weren't exactly a fit for this..or maybe e " sex widow...or maybe classy? hm.."

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" Honestly, you're sure this a good idea? I still think something more sneaky would make more sense "

Metalic heels clicked on the ground as the jester entered the room. Wearing a simple dark blue jacket, with light purple accents as well as the same colored stripes at the end of the sleeve. The jacked closed above the belly, backside of jacked went down to the knees with a similar cut to his jester outfit. Underneath a light-colored shirt, as well as his choker with the heart in the middle, there seems to be a purple-colored crystal within the heart. Light-colored pants, wider at the end - face light blue strips wrapping around the fabric. He was wearing a gry-white striped jester hat, but he also had a beanie in hand should BLitzo decide to jester hat be too obvious.

"Oh yeah, it'll be fine. What's the worst than can happen? It's just an illegal poker game in a Sinner-run mob spot, for the used adult toy industry," Blitz said with a dismissive little cackle, waving away any concern. "But we gotta look the part. Stealth mission shit. Try not to look so flamboyant. I'm gonna go home and get dressed, then meet you back here in a few. Try to look--I don't know, like a sexy widow out for her first night of freedom or some shit."

Spirits raised, Blitz finger-gunned at Fizz, licked his crystal, and was gone.

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When he came back, he was dressed in an open-collar black shirt, a bullet-proof vest, and black cargo pants that fit him a little too well. Armed to the teeth, sunglasses on, grin dark, Blitz absolutely looked ready to play bodyguard on their ridiculous mission. Maybe this was the least serious thing they had done in a while, but at least they could pretend it was useful and important.

"Alright, Fizz," he said, cradling an automatic weapon in his arms. "You ready? Show me that fit."

Because fashion, after all, was at least half of crime.