#deren cold

[shitposts-from-orionverse]

[theoczone]

[sinful-lanterns]

DEREN ACCIDENTALLY GETTING HARD WHEN YOU CRY IS SO REAL TO ME 😩

i can imagine confiding in her about something and you start crying, until you notice her growing boner (she totally pretends it isn’t what it looks like)

side note, can i be 🎬 anon?

CW: Crying sex, lap sex, deren getting turned on at your crying

Deren is kinda ashamed when she realizes that your cries turn her on, but she can’t help it. The way you sniffle and look so pathetic with your teary eyes and choked up sobs, she knows you’re in an extremely vulnerable state but really cannot stop her dick from growing hard.

When you notice, she’ll try to play it off and say that it’s cold or her pants are just too tight, but whatever you were sad about instantly melts away as Deren nervously shuffles to cross her legs. Too late now Director Deren. No longer is the woman in front of you a sniffling mess, you’re just intrigued by how crying in front of Deren gives her the biggest boner you’ve ever seen.

I think Deren’s mind just looks at your crying face and conjures up the image of her bending you over and making you cry on her cock. She wants to see the fat tears roll down your face as she pummels your insides, but that’s a thought to dwell on another day, because the crying girl from earlier was now crawling into her lap and trying to ride all her feelings away 🩷

Nothing cures sadness more than just bouncing on your girlfriend’s dick <33

[bunnivez]

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ´ˎ˗

⟡ ݁₊ . Waking up early in the morning, you notice a nicely wrapped box with a pretty bow, on top of it— laid a nicely folded letter with your name on it. Upon inspecting the mysterious gift; you came to a realization of who the gift is from. Your heart flutters with warmth, it seems your lover didn’t forget.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas to my pretty girl, hopefubly you didn't think I'd forget to get you a present. Honestly I feel kinda corny doing this, i'm not really used to it but 1 figured it would bring a smile to your face. Hopefully you like my gift, I actually made it myself. It took me hours, deadass; but you know i'll do anything for my baby.. Love, Zoya

You giggled softly at your girlfriend’s letter before unwrapping the small pretty box. You were met with a hard cover purple box this time, and inside it contained a beautiful handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors. It was honestly surprising to know Zoya made it, you’d think it would end up messy but it was actually the opposite. Well, you have to give her credit; she is a fast learner.

As you put on the bracelet you notice a small note at the bottom of the box; I’ll be picking you up at 2, make sure to wear something warm and easy to move on.! What does she have planned?

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas Princess! I Really hope you like my present, I thought it would look cute on you and it's really helpful, especially in this weather. Apart from that, it will come in handly later for what I have planned. I'll be picking you up around 11; pretty early, I know, but I promise it will be worth it, you'll see.. Love, Cinnabar

Your lips parted slightly as you read the letter; a date??? You set the letter aside and unwrapped the box. Inside contained a lovely fluffy sweater of your favorite color(s). It was very pretty and warm, Cinnabar was right, it looks very helpful with the cold weather. However, what exactly is the occasion?

You took some time thinking until you remembered. She mentioned once about wanting to ride her horse with you on a snowy day, specifically at a park she knew where the view was beautiful. You quickly get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Merry Christmas to my sweet angel <3 I hope you like my gift, I made it just for you, it took me hours but it was all worth it, especially when I know it will bring a smile to that sweet face of yours. I love you so much baby, and I hope my present brings you some comfort for when you need it and i’m not there. Once again, Merry Christma, angel… with lots of love and kisses, Garofano

You smiled as you read the letter, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, you’ll save it like the other letters she has written you. The way that even through letter— she still calls you her angel. Your eyes looked at the pretty, purple with green stripes box with a nice white ribbon on it. As you held the box, you realized it was pretty light, it didn’t make much noise either when you shook it.

Lifting the lid, you quickly gasp and take out the hand made gift Garofano made. It was a plushie of you! It looked so cute and silly; she added a lot of detail to the outfit. You hugged the plushie happily before whipping out your phone and sending a picture of you holding the plushie to Garofano, letting her know just how happy her present made you.

Меrry Christmas baby! Im your dear sweet santa clause this Christmas ho ho ho :p. You know, photos are very impertant. They capture and freeze moments and carry many memories. I sound really poetic now, but in sure you can already guess what I got you. Hopefully with this we can capture happy moments of our own… Love, Deren

You giggled and neatly folded the letter. Your girlfriend had a way of bringing humor even in letters and it always made you crack a smile. You opened the box, first undoing the pink ribbon. Inside the box laid two items, a Polaroid camera which you first notice, and a hard cover book. You smiled in excitement and grab the book first, opening it to see the first page covered in pictures of you and Deren— taken by herself.

As you turned the other pages, the rest were left blank. You glanced at the polaroid camera, Deren left the rest for you to fill on your own. Capture the happy moments in life and glue it all in the book to look back to. Oh once she comes back theres no way you will let her go.

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©bunnivez — do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my works without my permission.

[shalomniscient]

oml YOURE SO QUICK W THESE REQ HOLY MOLY. can i jst say that the way u write is so edible i eat it up every time

but enough of how much i admire ur work and efficiency

and i’ve seen ur deren post and IT WAS SO GOOD BRO LIKE. it’s exactly how i would have imagined her during sex omg YOU WROTE HER SO WELL!

anyway i’ve been thinking of what it would be like with ex! deren who has a kid with you. like how would the parenting dynamics work

maybe make up sex in the end. but you both say it’s for the kid (it isn’t entirely true tho…)

AAAAAAAAAAA im so glad the deren piece felt in character !! the whole time i was writing her i was like fuck it we ball HSKDGHSJHDGSJ but im happy u enjoyed !!

back to you || deren x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. fingering, creampie

notes. ik this isnt as like. angsty as u requested for anon 😔😔😔 i fear i was not possessed by the angst demon this time

You could see the end right from the start.

Like, come on. Dating a famous movie director, one with absolutely rabid fans while you were just a regular ol’ person? You knew at some point they’d get in between you and Deren. One of you would crack first under the pressure of being watched for what seemed to be every moment of your waking life, trailed by flashing cameras and nosy excuses for ‘journalists’.

In the end, it was you.

It’s a cold night when you tell Deren you can’t do it anymore. Between the insanity that was the hate mail you recieved for simply having the audacity to be Deren’s partner to the constant surveillance whenever you step out of your home—or hell, whenever you don’t even close the fucking curtains properly—you just can’t take it any longer. Deren was just quiet that night, as if she too, had seen this coming. All she did was hold you, and the next morning, it was over.

You do your best to vanish after that. Fly under the radar for a few months, up until the heat and the scandal of the legendary director’s separation dies down. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long since Deren’s latest movie is released at this time too, and the public conversation shifts from ‘what happened to director Deren’s partner?’ to ‘is this new movie going to win the next DisCars?’

And you’re immensely grateful for it, since it’s at this same time that you also find out you’re pregnant.

The baby is, unostensibly, Deren’s. You haven’t had a partner since her—you haven’t dared, for fear someone might recognise you—so you’re very sure Deren’s the sire. Yet despite your confidencd, you don’t breathe a word of it to her. You block her on all social medias and even go as far as to changing your phone. Some may call you extreme, but just the thought of your child having to endure such public scrutiny from the moment of their birth and hell, even before, sickens and frightens you.

No, you’ll do this on your own.

So you do. You have your baby—a little boy, with the same eyes and hair as his sire—on your own in the hospital, and you raise him on your own in your little apartment in Eastside. You make just enough for the both of you to live comfortably, and while it’s not a glamorous life, one that Deren could’ve afforded you with her money and influence, it’s a quiet, peaceful one—and you much prefer it, even if it means there will forever be a small piece of you that feels incomplete without her.

Your son is five when Deren’s latest grotesque rom-com is released, and when she disappears from the public eye. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a nervous knot in your stomach from the weirdness of it all. You’d watched the movie, and while it was good there was something distinctly… not Deren about it. You think about reaching out, just to make sure if she alright, but you see your son playing with his toys on the living room carpet, blisfully unaware of the drama unfolding in the cinematic world, and you set the phone right back down.

(You try not to think of her every time you look into your son’s eyes.

Most of the time, you don’t succeed.)

For the next year or so, you live your life as normal. You wake up, make breakfast, wake your son up, eat breakfast, send him to school, then go to work. The cycle repeats over and over, and you’ve always liked rhythms. Life, on the other hand, has very different plans, and loves throwing wrenches into well-oiled machines. Or in your case, sending your ex right to your front door after you haven’t spoken a word to her in six years.

“Hey,” she says, and you almost close the door on her right then and there. “Can I come in?”

“What— what are you doing here, Deren? How did you even find me?” you splutter out in an agitated whisper, your eyes flicking behind her, anxiously hoping none of the neighbors saw her. Deren shrugs and gives you a lazy smile.

“I made some new friends, and let’s just say that they… have their ways,” she replies enigmatically, so inherently Deren in a way you’ve always missed deep down that your heart aches in your chest. You open your mouth to retort, when you hear one of the neighbor’s doors opening, and you quickly reach out to grab Deren’s wrist and pull her inside. She lets you tug at her without much complaint, and immediately starts looking around your apartment once she’s inside. “Nice place.”

“Thanks,” you answer stiffly, sighing as you lock the door. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“I’m here to see you,” Deren shrugs, hands in her pockets. She looks away, as if still admiring your interior design choices, but you know her well enough to know she’s avoiding your eyes. “And our kid.”

You inhale sharply at that. “How did you…?”

“Like I said,” Deren hums with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “My new friends have their ways.”

You bite your lip as you think of what to do. Part of you wants to push her right back out the door, but the bigger part of you urged you to let her stay.

(Selfishly, you’ve missed her too. You haven’t let go of her wrist, and she hasn’t pulled away either.)

“He’s in the living room,” you say quietly, and when Deren turns back to look at you, there is a glimmer of something like hope and relief in her eyes. Her fingers gently reach out to brush your own, testing the waters, and you hear her exhale softly when you intertwine them. God, it’s fucking sickening how well she fits back into your hands, as if she never left.

You lead her to the living room, where your son sits on the floor, drawing into his sketchbook on the coffee table. When he looks up and sees Deren, her hand squeezes yours like she’s trying to ground herself in your presence.

“He looks like me,” she whispers out, and you nod. She lets go of your hand then slowly makes her way over to the little boy, crouching to get on his level. “Hey, kid. What’s your name?”

You watch as Deren interacts with your son, and pretend you don’t notice the way your heart races. He’s remarkably comfortable with Deren despite just meeting her, and it makes your chest ache. Within minutes she has him telling her about all his favourite things, especially his current obsession with dinosaurs that seemingly all six year old boys go through. You make drinks for them both—tea for Deren and juice for your son—and just let them talk, busying yourself in the kitchen.

About an hour later, Deren walks up to you from behind, the little boy held gently in her arms. He’s fast asleep, cheek resting on Deren’s shoulder and you reach out to brush some hair away from his face. “His bedroom is down the hall,” you say, and Deren nods, quietly padding to the boy’s room to put him to bed.

When she returns, she finds you in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and looking away from her. The atmosphere is thick and heavy with things both of you want to say to each other, and Deren finds the courage to go first.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, her voice soft, but not accusatory. You think that Deren knows, deep down, exactly why, but she wants to hear it from you first.

"I didn't want that life for him," you answer, and Deren just nods. She's been a director long enough to see with her own eyes what fame in a family does to a child. To grow up with the eye of the world on you is a stifling, choking thing. Now, it was your turn to ask.

"Why are you here, Deren? Really?"

Deren takes a step towards you, and you can smell her cologne at this distance—as familiar as ever. "I... want to be here. With you. And our son."

"You can't be serious," the words slip from your lips before you can stop them. "What about your—"

"Fuck it," Deren says, and you don't think you've ever seen her this serious. It makes your breath hitch, and whatever else you were going to say lodge in your throat. "I mean it. I'm not going to be going back to film-making for a while, and I want to be a part of your life again. A part of his."

She takes another step closer, hesitantly, as if she's scared you might flee. But you don't, and now she's just centimeters away from you. Her large hand rises ever so slowly to caress your cheek as she leans her forehead against yours.

"Please," she whispers, lips brushing yours. "Give me a chance, [name]."

And despite it all, despite the six years of saying you'd never go back, you're the one to close that last remaining distance and kiss her. She tastes the same as you remember, and her other hand holds your waist to pull you impossibly closer. Your own arms loop around her neck, flinging that silly bucket hat off to tangle your fingers in her grey hair. Deren manages a small laugh against your lips before she breaks away, and stars trailing more kisses down your neck.

As much as you remember her, she remembers you. Her lips find every one of the sensitive spots on your neck—at your pulse point below your jaw, the front of your throat and the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, near your collarbones. You shudder against the countertop and bite your lip to stifle any sounds. You don't want to wake you son up, after all.

So instead, you gasp, "bedroom", and Deren instantly understands. Firm hands find your ass, squeezing appreciatively, before she lifts you up into her arms. The director had always been deceptively strong, and you wrap your legs around her defined waist. It's your turn now to pepper her neck with kisses, and Deren groans as she makes her way to your bedroom, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. Between your legs, you can feel her bulge pressing against your front and you shiver.

Deren manages to carry you all the way to your bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her before gently setting you down on the bed. The lights are off, but even in the dark you can still see the way Deren's eyes shine as they look at you—like she still loves you. Her fingers find the waistband of your pants, and she looks at you in question, a wordless can I? She smiles when you nod, and tugs your pants and panties down in one go, and exhales a pleased sigh when she notices the string of slick connecting your pretty pussy to the fabric.

"Always so pretty, baby," she murmurs, slotting herself between your legs and dragging a finger through your folds. You whimper at the sensation, hips twitching. Her hands move to caress your hips and waist, thumbs brushing over the soft flesh and the stretch marks there. "So fucking pretty."

"Deren," you gasp, feeling almost mindless with need. "Please."

"I know, baby, I know," she coos, leaning down to kiss you by bracing her weight on one elbow, while her other arm takes position between your thighs. "'m gonna take care of you now, m'kay?"

You dig your fingers into her back when she sinks one of hers into you, the sheer amount of slick you've produced making the slide easy. You tremble beneath her and Deren kisses you between your breathy moans, slowly starting to piston her finger in and out of your cunt while her thumb works your clit. You squirm and clench around her, and Deren, bless her or damn her, knows exactly what to do, slipping another finger into you all the way to the knuckle in one go.

She swallows the cry you let out, tongue tracing the seam of your lips. She fingerfucks you with frankly unfair skill, all the while pressing burning kisses to your lips, jaw and neck. Your peak creeps up on your embarrassingly fast, and with one last perfect curl of her fingers you cum all over her hand. Your fingers claw down Deren's back and she grunts at the sensation, slowing down her fingers until she finally draws them out of your fluttering cunt. Your slick makes her fingers shine in the low light, and Deren takes her time to admire the way it travels down her knuckles and onto her forearm.

She's so enraptured that she doesn't notice your hand sneaking down her body until it cups her bulge, and she jerks, looking down at you in surprise. "We don't have to—" she says, but you cut her off by running your hand up and down her clothed length, causing her to shut her eyes and grit her teeth.

"Shut up and fuck me," you say hoarsely, and looking at you now, hair splayed across the bed like a halo, your neck covered in hickeys, flushed from your neck to your face and with your legs wide open and your inner thighs glossy with cum, how could Deren ever deny you?

She's more frantic now, fucking you with her cock with more urgency than when she used her fingers. She groans with every thrust into your tight, perfect cunt—God, she's missed you so fucking much. She mutters into your ear with each drive of her hips, of how no one else ever came close to comparing to you, how no one else had a pussy just made for her like yours and it makes you clench even tighter around her. She gasps your name like a prayer as she feels her orgasm approach, and moves to pull out, but you keep your legs locked around her waist.

"On the pill," you gasp out, biting your lip. "Inside, please, need it inside—"

"Fuck, baby," Deren swears, burying her face in your neck, fucking into you even faster. "It's all yours, baby, 'm gonna give it all to you, yeah?"

You would have thought it funny, if you had any semblance of higher thought left—this was exactly how your son came about. But something about Deren always makes you lose your fucking mind, and you only nod frantically, begging for her.

With one final drive of her hips, Deren buries herself as deep as she can go and spills into you. The sensation of being filled and warmed from the inside shoves you over your own peak, and you sink your teeth into Deren's shoulder as you body locks up with pleasure. Her hips stutter as she cums, spilling rope after rope of thick release into your eager, welcoming cunt that's squeezing along her length like it's trying to milk her dry.

When she finally stops, she flops onto you, flushed and panting. You're no better beneath her, thighs still trembling, though the feel of being so full of her cock and her cum makes a heady rush of endorphins flood your brain.

"I missed you," Deren confesses against your skin after a while. She hasn't pulled out, and you haven't asked her to pull out. Her finger draws little circles around your waist.

"I know," you whisper in response, pressing a kiss against her hair. "I missed you too."

You don't share any more words after that. It's too early for those words, been too long since either of you spoke it to each other, but there's a flicker of hope in your chest that one day, you'll both make it back to that point—and hopefully, this time, you'll make it stay.

[s-099]

" don't be stubborn, okay? we need to share the bed, conserve our body heat. come on. if i wanted to seduce you, i've got better moves than hypothermia. " ( from deren lMAAOOO OWJXIWODOE 😭⚰️ )

WHAT  WOULD  HAVE  BEEN  A  SIMPLE  RETRIVAL  ASSIGNMENT  HAS  TAKEN  A  FRUSTRATING  TURN  ,  having  been  caught  up  in  a  blizzard  no  doubt  caused  by  the  black  ring  that  resided  close  by  .  while  still  miles  away  from  it's  clutches  ,  the  effects  it  had  on  the  surrounding  area  were  still  bad  enough  to  force  the  sinners  to  seek  shelter  .  engulfed  in  relentless  snow  and  bitter  icy  winds  ,  the  two  had  broken  into  an  abandoned  home  on  the  outskirts  of  the  village  they  had  been  sent  to  .  it  was  a  ghost  town  even  at  the  best  of  times  ,  having  been  evacuated  as  a  result  of  the  looming  black  ring's  presence  .

ninety  -  nine  scoured  the  small  house  they  found  themselves  in  ,  both  for  blankets  and  to  make  doubly  sure  they  were  safe  ——  locking  all  windows  and  pulling  curtains  to  a  close  .  being  this  close  to  a  black  ring  could  cause  issues  on  a  normal  day  ,  but  the  blizzard  should  be  enough  to  deter  any  stray  beasts  from  wandering  too  far  for  now  .               “            we  could  make  a  fire  ,  but  being  the  only  smoking  house  in  an  abandoned  village  is  bound  to  attract  unwanted  attention  .            ”              the  suggestion  was  spoken  with  a  shrug  ,  carmine  gaze  falling  upon  the  other's  shivering  form  as  they  clambered  over  to  the  comfort  of  the  only  bed  in  the  house  . 

ninety  -  nine  gathered  what  layers  of  blankets  and  coats  she  could  find  and  laid  them  atop  the  bed  ,  gathering  most  of  the  bulk  directly  atop  deren's  body  .  she  didn't  struggle  quite  as  much  with  the  bitter  cold  ,  being  permanently  much  hotter  than  the  average  person  due  to  how  her  mania  had  manifested  .  still  ,  knowing  this  ,  the  monster  still  chose  to  stand  close  to  the  bed  ;  both  because  she  wanted  to  remain  alert  and  also  because  she  preferred  not  to  make  deren  uncomfortable  .

it's  only  until  the  other  sinner  spoke  ,  inviting  ninety  -  nine  closer  ,  that  she  relented  in  her  stubbornness  partially  .  the  ghost  of  a  grin  spread  across  chapped  lips  ,  a  single  brow  lifting  at  the  other's  remark  .               “              alright  ,  fine  .            ”              she  shrugged  ,  standing  her  blade  against  the  wall  close  to  what  would  be  her  side  of  the  bed  .  blackened  claws  reached  for  the  comforts  of  the  many  layers  she  prepared  previously  ,  slipping  within  the  sheets  with  ease  .  deren's  shivering  prompted  ninety  -  nine  to  reach  out  ,  carefully  wrapping  large  ,  cursed  arms  around  the  other's  form  and  pulling  them  as  close  as  possible  .               “            no  hypothermia  when  i'm  around  .  stay  close  to  me  and  you'll  be  good  and…  toasty  .            "               she  breathed  ,  keeping  deren  in  a  ,  quite  literally  ,  very  warm  embrace  . 

ASKBOX // ALWAYS ACCEPTING // @godfled

[shrimshrim4fun]

A thought I had is when y’all are driving home and you sneeze or rub your arms. She’s taking her jacket off in an instant. She hands it to you with a big grin as she tells you, “Can’t let my baby get a cold can’t I?” Though after a few minutes you can notice her ass shaking in her seat. Like man she looks like she’s gonna turn into an ice cube right there and then. When you point this out, she’s denying it with her life. She will not admit she’s cold and she’ll tell you a little wind can’t hurt. Her ego is too big to admit the truth. Loser Deren is canon :)

[plungelo]

in several of her essays, Deren brings up an example of a technique used in WWII documenting. cameras would be attached to the gun of a plane and would record when the trigger was pulled. it's sort of the machinery/advancement in technology element that's associated with film taken to a logical conclusion––for her time.

i feel like a lot of what Deren is talking about in her essays isn't just the validity of film as an art form––which, to this day, most films still barely scratch the surface of representing in her terms––it's the culture of her the post-WWII time when everyone was having some kind of identity crisis because of how much the world changed after that war––both technologically and worldly. i'm pretty sure she even writes at some point that film should be used to express the feeling of this time in human history.

but since then we've had the Cold War, the internet, Columbine, 9/11, the 2007 global financial thingy, Trump, pandemic. shit's kind of weird now. plus, human progress is measured by the complexity of our technology, and it's way more complex than the shit they came up with in WWII.

film as a technology has also evolved a lot. so much so that AI and CGI can create entire realities that do not exist. new functions of film like that are inaccessible to the amateur. while in some ways it can be disheartening to not have access to the same technologies, it should actually be liberating.

Deren's thoughts on amateur filmmaking in particular really shine through in today's context. back then, it was quite expensive to make a film. now, it's easier than ever. and yeah, big movies today are used to dispense corporate ideologies, but film is now one of the most democratized mediums––second only to photography.

this means that the technical skill aspect of filmmaking that always made it so difficult to get into is now basically not a problem. this is obviously why film school has become a more real thing over the last thirty years. but the new generation––i'm in that––who has the technical skills down either use it for documenting or imitating. it's so easy to make a movie nowadays and yet the medium is still mostly literature, rather than taking advantage of the opportunities film offers.

[katklicken]

Zur “Feier” der Zusatzfragen zu CoL bin ich mal so frech: Bitte drei green flags, drei red flags und die love language deines OC! Plus spaßeshalber wie würde das ideale Date aussehen bzw. wo würde dein OC am liebsten hingehen wollen? Und das Lieblingsdessert. thx🥰💌🥧

Sooo, ich hab dich nicht vergessen :D Und obwohl ich noch immer zu viel Arbeit habe, antworte ich hier endlich mal<3 (ich bin zu doof für emojis am Laptop, also nicht erschrecken, wenn ich das gleich vier mal bearbeite x'D)

🚩Red flags

Cold. Tay hat diese einstudtierte, distanzierte Höflichkeit, die einem das Gefühl gibt, als wäre man nur ein Coworker für ihn. Außerdem ist er niemand, der allzu viel physische Affection zeigt. Er kann schnell unterkühlt und abweisend wirken, besonders wenn er im "Work Modus" ist

Apropos Work... Tay ist ein furchtbares Arbeitstier, dass sich immer zu viel vornimmt und frustriert ist, wenn er seine unmöglichen Standarts nicht erfüllt. Leider sind soziale Beziehungen auch arbeit und man merkt, dass Tay oft nicht zufrieden mit seiner "Performance" ist.

Viele, kurze Beziehungen. Dementsprechend ist Tays Liebesleben von vielen, kurzen Beziehungen gekennzeichnet. Dabei ist er kein Player... Ne, er meint es schon ernst. Nur irgendwie macht entweder er Schluss oder die andere Person ist genervt von ihm.

☘️Green flags

Er bemüht sich. Das klingt vielleicht erst mal lahm, aber man merkt, dass ihm Dinge wichtig sind und er bereit ist an sich zu arbeiten. Alles was er macht, macht er mit der größten Mühe und ihm ist nie etwas egal. Selbst wenn er unterkühlt sein kann, in seinem Verhalten merkt man, dass ihm viele Sachen etwas bedeuten. Er übernimmt gerne Arbeiten für anderen und versucht sich an das zu erinnern, was andere vergessen. (Tbh he tries too hard, but its the green flag sections so we're gonna ignore that)

Thoughtful. Eine gute Sache hat es, dass Tay sich so um andere bemüht und sich immer so stresst, er erinnert sich an vieles. Okay, man hat ein bisschen das Gefühl, als hätte er sich auf ein Pop Quiz vorbereitet, aber er erinnert sich an erschreckend viel. Dein Lieblingsessen, dein Kindheitshaustier, dass du vor vier Monaten zu viel Milch getrunken hast und dann für Stunden auf dem Klo saßt... Listen, wenn er sich nicht daran erinnert, dann hat er es in sein Notizbuch geschrieben.

öhm... ähm.... Er.... er kann einen Salto schlagen..? Er kann kochen..? (jk) Also er kann tatsächlich ziemlich gut mit Kindern, besonders wenn sie neurodivergent sind. Listen, er weiß einfach wie viel es einem bedeuten kann, wenn man von einem Erwachsenen ernst genommen wird. Und Tay nimmt immer alles sehr ernst vwv Oder einem auch einfach die Chance gibt über seine Hyperfixation zu reden OHNE das man das Gefühl bekommt, den Erwachsenen zu nerven. (Das zählt natürlich auch für Gleichaltrige, aber tatsächlich ist Tay ein deutlich besserer "Lehrer" als Freund.)

Yeah, ich versuche Tay gerade wirklich als „Doesnt work but could be fun to fix“ zu verkaufen.

🐚Beige Flag:

1. Familie. Listen, auf den ersten Blick (wenn man ihn nicht kennt) ist er der einzige Sohn in der Familie und wird von seinen Großeltern und seiner Mom sehr geliebt und ein wenig betüttelt. Tay ist sich bewusst, wie das wirken könnte - aber naja, da er ein trans Mann ist, sind die worst "mama-boy" red flags wohl invalid. ...Aber ja, wenn er es wirklich ernst mit einem meint, dann muss man mit seiner Familie klar kommen. Seine Mom hat sogar Veto-Rechte. (Mainly, da sie eigentlich sehr nett ist und.. listen, wenn seine Mom sein*e Partner*in nicht mag, dann muss etwas falsch mit der Person laufen.)

Wenn seine Mom einen erst mal kennt - bisher hat er ihr keine*n Partner*in vorgestellt - dann kriegt man eine Bonus-Mom vwv (Sie wollte mehr Kinder, aber da sie disabled Zwillinge bekommen hat - yeah ADHD is a disability - muss sie jetzt einfach eine Mom für deren Partner sein.

(Note: Seine Großeltern werden wahrscheinlich mit jede*m Partner*in unzufrieden sein, außer die Person hat Academia completion run, reiche Eltern und rettet Welpen in seiner Freizeit. Its easier to get into Harvard then "being good enough for their grandchild." Aber wenn man beweißt, dass Tay tatsächlich glücklich mit einem ist, dann werden sie zumindest nichts sagen. ...und die Beiden kriegen tatsächlich kein Veto-Recht, weil... listen, he loves them, but they can be difficult)

💌Love language:

[Blabla, es passt alles, ihr kennt die Line] ABER am liebsten gibt er Acts of Service. Er fühlt sich gerne nützlich und da ist seine Anxiety am wenigsten activ.

Am liebsten erhalten würde er tatsächlich physical touch. ...aber er ist zu awkward um darum zu bitten. (Words of affirmation würden ihm auch gut tun, aber ich glaube, er würde es einem einfach nicht glauben. Oh, im the smartest man you know? Sounds fake. List all the other smart men you know.)

💘Ideales Date:

Tays ideales Date wäre kein erstes Date, so viel ist schon mal sicher. Ansonsten ist er tatsächlich relativ gut darin sich anzupassen, solange er seine*n Partner*in genug mag. Trotzdem bevorzugt er ruhige Dates. Am allerliebsten wäre es ihm wohl in ein Museum zu gehen - er mag es zu lernen. Sie können durch die Gänge streifen, gemeinsam versuchen Dinge zu verstehen, die sie nicht kennen und einander Sachen erklären, die sie kennen. Dabei kann es liebend gerne irgendein Special Interest sein. Wenn jemand Tay zwei Stunden über den Rieselalk erzählt ist Tay genau so glücklich, als wenn man ihm eine CPU erklärt. ...es muss nicht mal was sonderlich "cleveres" sein. Solange man ihm die Zeit lässt jede einzelnes Label zu lesen, wird er Spaß haben. Zur Not kannst du ihm auch einfach zuhören, wenn er dir Sachen erklärt. Aber solange du dich für Sachen interessierst, wirst du verliebt angestarrt vwv

Alternativ kann man tatsächlich auch einfach in einer Gruppe am Lagerfeuer lachen und trinken - und da es kein erstes Date ist, wird Tay nach genug Alkohol vielleicht ruhig genug sein, um seine*n Partner*in auch mal öffentlich zu umarmen oder die ganzen cringy liebevollen Sachen zu sagen, die sonst nur in seinem Kopf herumspucken. Außerdem hat das Date den Vorteil, dass Tay einfach die Atmosphäre genießt, statt versucht "best boyfriend TM" zu sein. Lustigerweise tun ihm da Gruppen ganz gut, da er weniger im Mittelpunkt steht. Und wenn er ein wenig angetrunken ist, ist er tatsächlich relaxt genug, um es auch mal zu genießen verliebt zu sein. (Ergo first date: Tay would be stressed, but it would be a great time and as long as everything goes well, he will be pleased. Second date: He actually stops performing and is sweet.)

Danach geht am besten irgendwo Essen und man verspricht Tay, dass er sich gerne etwas "seltsames" bestellen kann und man zur Not eben das Essen teilt. (Er wird das Angebot nicht annehmen, selbst wenn er es nicht mag. Aber es wird ihn freuen, dass du an ihn gedacht hast.)

(Bruh, "Ich mach das kurz, bevor ich meine Essays weiterschreibe" und ich sitze hier seit Stunden- Horrible decision making.)

🍊Dessert:

Tay ist echt nicht wählerisch beim Essen. Wenn es viel Zucker und viel Fett hat, dann wird er es wohl mögen. ...Listen. Southern "we should fry everyhing" and turkish "we should put olive oil on it" sind die zwei Küchen mit denen er aufgewachsen ist.

ABER sein allerliebstes Dessert? ...eine gekühlte Orange. Ja, die Frucht. Er ist allgemein ein Zitrus-Fan, aber nichts geht über die classics. Außerdem hat er die als Kind oft nach dem Sport gefuttert, also sind damit auch warme Erinnerungen verbunden.

Wenn du ihm unbedingt ein Dessert machen möchtest, dann wäre Zirtus immer der korrekte Schritt. Am besten Cheesecake oder Icecream. (Er mag gekühlte Desserts lieber als warme)

Natürlich mag er auch klassische türkische Desserts wie Baklava, aber... möchtest du wirklich mit seinen Großeltern verglichen werden? Sorry, Oma macht es einfach besser. Du hast ein besseres Arbeit zu Freude Verhältnis, wenn du ihm ne Orange in die Hand drückst.

[eggi1972]

[Podcast] Rezension: Totenweg - Romy Fölck

In dieser Episode tauchen wir ein in die Rezension des Krimis "Totenweg" von Romy Fölck. Die Geschichte handelt von einer jungen Polizistin und einem kurz vor der Pensionierung stehenden Kriminalkommissar, deren einzige Verbindung ein nie aufgeklärter Mord an einem Mädchen ist. Während es für den Kommissar ein ungelöster Cold Case ist, der ihn seit Jahren beschäftigt, ist es für die Polizistin ein Alptraum aus ihrer Vergangenheit, da sie die Leiche des Mädchens damals fand und ein Geheimnis damit verbunden ist. Die persönliche Rezension des Buches wird gegeben, wobei betont wird, dass der Zeitpunkt der Rezension inmitten einer Leseflaute lag. Dennoch wurde die Sperrfrist zu rezensieren nicht ignoriert, und so taucht der Rezensent in die Geschichte ein. Die Figuren des Kriminalkommissars Haverkorn und der Polizistin Frida Paulsen werden vorgestellt, deren Verbindung zum alten Fall und zueinander im Fokus steht. Mit vielen Geheimnissen, Konflikten und den Verflechtungen alter und neuer Ereignisse zieht die Handlung den Rezensenten immer tiefer in die Geschichte. Während die Spannung steigt und die Dynamik zwischen den Charakteren wächst, wird die Faszination für die Handlung und das Miträtseln, wer hinter den Ereignissen steckt, beschrieben. Die Autoren schaffen es, die Leselust des Rezensenten wiederzubeleben und ihn in die Welt von Frida und Haverkorn zu ziehen. Die Hoffnung auf eine starke Ermittlerpartnerschaft zwischen den unkonventionellen Protagonisten wird geweckt, während die Geschichte mit überraschenden Wendungen und falschen Fährten den Leser in Atem hält. Abschließend wird betont, dass "Totenweg" von Romy Fölck im Jahr 2018 veröffentlicht wurde und für 13 Euro erhältlich ist. Der Rezensent empfiehlt das Buch als eine Geschichte, die die Leser mitreißen und die Charaktere ins Herz schließen lässt. Mit ansprechenden Charakteren, einer fesselnden Story und einer gut gestalteten Umgebung wird das Buch als eine Bereicherung für alle Leseratten präsentiert. Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[babyawacs]

#name #instead #setup #to #germandeserve .@law @law @harvard_law @bbc _whys   checkpoint : name: allllehandro dela hurya ey du gommsch hier n et rein wir lassen nur voellig u n b e k a n n t e durch deren namen wi r nicht kennen .. .. malschaun hey wasmachendiewohl grad //// foolish:   is shark trickery with their own cluelessness is goodenough why ther eis a therethere and quick bite something togerman deserve /// example : forinstance: hot to cold incident early 2000s lead to big hype about whycant we immunise whileothers simply i m a g i n e d thatguy fakes

#name #instead #setup #to #germandeserve .@law @law @harvard_law @bbc_whys checkpoint : name: allllehandro dela hurya ey du gommsch hier net rein wir lassen nur voellig u n b e k a n n t e durch deren namen wir nicht kennen .. .. malschaun hey wasmachendiewohl grad //// foolish: is shark trickery with their own cluelessness is goodenough why thereis a therethere and quick bite something togerman…

[hunting-songs]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST: Senritsu Döne

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

Karliene - The Unquiet Grave : Why does thou sit upon my grave, And will dead lips to speak? Why does thou weep upon my grave, And will not let me sleep? My breast it is as cold as clay, My breath is earthly strong, And if you kiss my cold clay lips, Your days they won't be long

Saltatio Mortis - Orpheus : Die Kraft meiner Lieder, Bringt Steine zum Weinen, Das Spiel meiner Saiten Lässt Nymphen erscheinen, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln Des Hades befreit, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln, Des Hades befreit, Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Für dein Glück, Führ' Deine Liebe Ins Licht, Zurück Ins Licht zurück ,Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Dein bestes Lied, Doch dreh dich nicht um, Was auch geschieht, Dreh' dich nicht um

The power of my songs makes Rocks cry, The playing of my strings lets Nymphs appear, The sound of my voice Makes birds ashamed out of envy, It has freed you from the chains Of the Hades, Come and sing for me Orpheus, sing for your happiness, Lead your love back to the light, Come and sing for me ,Orpheus, sing your best song, But don't turn around, Whatever happens Don't turn around

Saltatio Mortis- Spielmannsschwur : Der Strick, der uns bindet, Ist noch nicht geflochten, Der Knecht, der uns mordet, Hat noch nicht gefochten. Die Frau, die uns hält, Ist noch nicht geborn, Das haben alle Spielleut' geschworn. Wir sind wie der Wind, Man sperrt uns nicht ein, Wild und frei, So wollen wir sein. Kein Knast kann uns halten, Drum schenkt nochmal ein, Wir sind geboren, um Spielmann zu sein.

The noose that can bind us has not yet been braided, the servant who murders us has not fought yet. The woman who holds us is not born yet, so have all minstrels sworn. We are like the wind, we can't be locked up, wild and free, that's how we want to be. No jail can hold us so pour another yet again, we are born to be fiddlers.

Karliene - Far From Any Road : In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon, I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom, And strange hands halted me, the looming shadows danced, I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands, When the last light warms the rocks, And the rattlesnakes unfold, Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

JT Music (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden) - Dreaming of Me : I thought I was already at, The bottom of the bottle, But I never stopped sinking, Then I got washed up in a lost city, It's not pretty,  but I got a good feelin', That I'm gonna finally unpack all my baggage, Even if I'm in a sleepwalk, dreamin', I don't wanna know what's in the water, But it's gotta be toxic, And everybody's drinkin', On the brink of a mental collapse, Afflicted with dissonant madness, Wrapped up in tentacles, trapped In a prison or is it a passage? 'Cause whenever I'm closing my eyes, I'm letting her open my mind To look into the void, I don't have a choice So I hold my breath 'cause I'm goin' inside

And an extra, because this was kind of depressing; Schandmaul- der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht : Der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht Na und? Na und? Wer hat mich wohl hier her gebracht Na und? Na und? Mein Kopf passt nie durch diese Tür Na und? Na und? Wer ist nur diese Frau Auf deren Brüste ich hier schau?! Hip hip hurra die Humpen her Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr Humpen her hip hip hurra Wir saufen und wir sind noch da Hip hip hurra die Humpen her Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr Humpen her hip hip hurra Wir saufen und wir sind noch da

The devil invented Schnaps So what? So what? Who the hell even brought me here? So what? So what? My head won't fit through the door So what? So what? And just who's this woman' at who's breasts I am looking at??! Hip hip hurra to the steins The devil will never take us To the steins hip hip hurra We drink heavily and we're still here. Hip hip hurra to the steins The devil will never take us To the steins hip hip hurra We drink heavily and we're still here.

Tagged By: A little wildbirdie! Tagging: @bewitchingbaker @swxpped @katikis @rake-rake @ashestxashes @cvrseduzumaki AND YOU NUGGET!

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Movies I watched this week (Year 4, first week!)

How shall I open 2024 [since 'The Zone of Interest' is not streaming yet]?

It has to be something special; A re-watch of René Laloux's psychedelic allegory Fantastic Planet?

Mysterious mythology, straight out of the pages of The Voynich manuscript [and which directly inspired the Codex Seraphinianus, another unfathomable world-building vision]. The suffering humans, used as pets by the giant blue "Draags", spiritually advanced, and still cruel to their tiny Oms ("hommes"). Excellent!'

Edit on 1/21/24: I found the SQEALER clip I used to love so much 20 years ago!

🍿  

"This is where we ended up".

Re-watching one of my favorite 2023 stories, the miraculous, fateful Past Lives. A loss of first love, innocence. With a moody, excellent score. Greta Lee is such a babe, and producer Christine Vachon, wow. (Photo Above).

10/10. I can't wait for Celine Song's upcoming second feature, 'The materialists'.

(*Woman Director)

🍿  

2 more by Danish director Nicolaj Arcel:

🍿 The promised land, called 'Bastarden' in Danish, an epic historical drama, the latest script from Anders Thomas Jensen. Mads Mikkelsen is phenomenal as he plays a similar personality to the one he did in 'Riders of Justice'; laconic, broken and impatiently resolute - but 300 years earlier. A brutal 'western' fought in Jutland's vast emptiness. I didn't know about the history of the Swedish Romanis. Savage and sentimental! 9/10.

🍿[For the first time in my life, I listened to Margrethe II, the Danish Queen, give her New Year's speech (in which she also abdicated her throne). I loved it; So humane, so down-to-earth.]

What I didn't love is Nicolaj Arcel's earlier A royal affair, a dull and conventional costume drama about an earlier queen. It was beautifully filmed, it had Mads Mikkelsen dancing in it, and a mad king who suffered from excessive onanism. But these are all the positives I could find. 2/10.

Apparently, the predictably-told story is based on interesting chapter from 18 century Danish history.

🍿  

"Garbo Talks!" and the first thing she said was "Gimme a whisky, ginger ale on the side, and don't be stingy, baby!". In Anna Christie, her first 'Talkie', she played a "woman with a past". M'eh.

🍿  

Hundreds of beavers, a bizarro freezing-cold Wisconsin indie, due to open on January 26. A drunk fur-trapper in the 19 century is tasked with killing scores of beavers so that a tobacco-spitting fur merchant will grant him his daughter's hand in marriage. Weird, wordless, black-and-white, live action Road Runner / Looney Tunes / Max Fleischer cartoons-style mayhem. The credits starts at 33:00. The whole thing is too weird. Reminds me of the book 'Millions of cats' [which incidentally was released to the public domain on the exact same day I thought of it!].

5/10 from me, mostly for innovation.

🍿  

"When the child was a child it walked with its arms swinging, wanted the brook to be a river, the river to be a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, to it, everything had a soul, and all souls were one."

First watch: Wim Wenders' poetic art house fantasy Wings of desire. I know it's considered an 'Angle-on-earth' spiritual masterpiece, and I imagine that younger-me would have find it uplifting. 1987 Berlin looked grim and lonely indeed. 4/10.

🍿  

Re-watch: The tense Emily The Criminal. A despairing Neo-realist indictment that pivots into a white-knuckled crime thriller. Without a single note of preachy commentary, it exposes millennials prospects like a de Sica. I don't recall any recent movie that described Arab-American sub-culture so guilelessly. 8/10.

🍿  

The private life of a cat, another short from experimental LA filmmaker Maya Deren. Basically it's a 'Cat Video' from 1946 (which begs the question 'What caused the first person to say, Let's make a movie about the cat because she's so cute?')

(*Woman Director)

🍿  

3 silent film classics:

🍿Buster Keaton's amusing Neighbors, a 1920 two-reel'er, a riff on Romeo and Juliet.

🍿 20 minutes of love (1914) is Charlie Chaplin's first landmark film as director. Simple slapstick, in what looks like Fairmont Park in Riverside, CA.

🍿 Should Married Men Go Home, the first pairing of Laurel & Hardy, my least favorite of the famous old silent film comedians.

🍿  

Early middling shorts by 2 Canadian directors:

🍿 (From a Letterbox list of 'Early Short Films That Launched Major Directors', which I'm going to tear through one day.)

"Well, you picked a great time to be trans!..."

We Forgot to Break Up has an unusual proposition (A former rock musician reintroducing himself to his ex-bandmates for the first time since abandoning the band and coming out as a trans man), but there's not much more there besides that outline.

(*Woman Director)

🍿 Void, The first film-school-style short by Emma Seligman (who followed it up with the much better 'Shiva baby'). A young woman likes to masturbate, smoke weed and fantasize about a boy. But then who doesn't?

(*Woman Director)

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A YouTuber named “Ryan Randomness” built a rail car and traveled on abandoned train tracks in the deserts of Southern California. Extremely enjoyable! It made me sad that I didn’t hike more during the years that I lived there.

🍿  

Throw-back to the "Art project”:  

Millions of Cats Adora.

Exploring Southern California With Adora.

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(My complete movie list is here)

[sinful-lanterns]

Who would you think are the best cuddlers out of the PTN women? 🤔 Like, I think Cinnabar would definitely be at the top of my list Or or... who would be warm/cold when you touch their hands n'stuff 👉👈

Best cuddlers: Cinnabar, Eleven, Serpent, Chelsea, Stargazer, Garofano

Women who have cold hands when you hold them: Kelvin, Lamia, Uni, Iron, Eirene, Adela, Shalom, Labyrinth, Oak Casket, NOX, Dreya Cassia

Women who have warm hands when you hold them: Ignis, Anne, Ninety-Nine, Deren, Macchiato, Flora, Sumire, K.K

The rest of the women imo have regular temperature hands 😅 also fun fact: Serpent’s hands will differ in temperature depending on the temperature of the room. She is cold blooded (kinda) after all 💕

[its-sophia-isabella]

Day 3 in London (7/4)!

Today started off with grabbing breakfast with Nishtha!

Class in the morning with mixing lyrics with biography and practicing citing, and then the afternoon was debating whether lyrics ate literature. I went to the Coffee Room for lunch with some friends and got a breakfast sandwich, which was good even though it was a little bit cold. Afterwards we took a tour in the financial district, and these were some of the main points that we saw:

-The Monument is 311 steps (about 17 floors) and you can get a great view from the top. It was built to signify the rebuilding of London after the great fire of 1616.

- New House was one of the first to be rebuilt and was restored in 1676.

-St. Mary's Church was one of the first of 47 churches and has a dome at the top. The dorm was a revolutionary idea in French architecture at the time in the 1660s and you can see sword holders in city churches still to this day. It is a very cultural difference that here some churches are owned and maintained by the city.

- Tallow Chandlers Hall was used to make candles from animal fat. The city used to require candles to be put outside every night to light the streets until the 1400s.

Deren is in my class and she is one of my good friends I have made here so far from Turkey. We had dinner a little bit out of the financial district since we were walking around at a place called Margume Udon, and it had some very mediocre appetizers but some very good teriyaki sauce! Afterwards, went to the pub and got Strawberry Daiquiri (it is not frozen here like it is in the US or iced) and a shot of tequila. She also convinced me to download Tinder for a little which was so funny.

We took the tube back and stopped at CoOp to try a new kind of Ben and Jerry's, and then it was off to sleep for the night.

[gameforestdach]

In Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War wurde ein Exploit entdeckt, der es Spielern ermöglicht, die IP-Adressen anderer Spieler in der gleichen Lobby abzugreifen und deren persönliche Informationen zu gefährden. Trotz des Fokus auf neuere Call of Duty-Titel wie Warzone 2 und Modern Warfare 2 sind immer noch viele Spieler den älteren Titeln treu geblieben. Dieser Exploit zeigt, dass sie nicht sicher sind. Exploit in Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War erlaubt Zugriff auf IP-Adressen Spieler stürzen Lobbies anderer Spieler ab Gefahr von Doxing, Verfolgung der Online-Aktivität oder DDoS-Angriffen Activision hat das Problem noch nicht behoben Schließung von Fan-gebastelten CoD-Klonen lässt Spielern weniger Möglichkeiten Der gefährliche Exploit im Detail Der Exploit in Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War ist besonders gefährlich, da er es Spielern ermöglicht, die IP-Adressen anderer Spieler in derselben Lobby zu erlangen. Dies kann dazu führen, dass persönliche Informationen gefährdet sind und das Risiko von Doxing, Verfolgung der Online-Aktivität oder DDoS-Angriffen erhöht wird. Laut Charlie INTEL ist dieser Exploit bereits seit einiger Zeit bekannt, aber bisher hat Activision noch keine Maßnahmen ergriffen, um ihn zu beheben. There is currently an exploit in Black Ops Cold War on all platforms where a person can gain access to a player’s IP, crash their game, or potentially cause other issues. No indication so far of it happening in MWII or Warzone 2. Activision has not addressed this nor have they… — CharlieIntel (@charlieINTEL) May 30, 2023 Die Auswirkungen auf die Spieler Durch den Exploit können Lobbies anderer Spieler zum Absturz gebracht werden, was das Spielerlebnis erheblich beeinträchtigt. Die Tatsache, dass die IP-Adressen offen aufgedeckt werden, bedeutet, dass einige Spieler möglicherweise Angst haben, Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War weiterhin zu spielen, solange das Problem besteht. Auf Twitter berichteten Nutzer wie @itsHunterTV von ihren Erfahrungen mit dem Exploit und forderten Activision auf, das Problem zu beheben. Aktuelle Reaktion von Activision und die Zukunft für ältere CoD-Titel Bis zum jetzigen Zeitpunkt hat Activision das Problem nicht öffentlich angesprochen oder eine Lösung präsentiert. Das führt dazu, dass Spieler, die weiterhin Black Ops Cold War und andere ältere Titel der Reihe spielen möchten, sich potenziell in Gefahr begeben. Zusätzlich hat die kürzliche Schließung von Fan-gebastelten CoD-Klonen, wie berichtet wurde, dazu geführt, dass den Spielern immer weniger Möglichkeiten bleiben, die älteren Call of Duty-Titel zu genießen und gleichzeitig ihre Sicherheit zu gewährleisten. Fazit: Aktiver Handlungsbedarf für mehr Spielersicherheit Die Entdeckung dieses gefährlichen Exploits in Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War unterstreicht die Notwendigkeit für Activision, sich auch um die älteren Titel der Reihe zu kümmern und deren Sicherheit für die Spieler zu gewährleisten. Es bleibt abzuwarten, ob und wann der Publisher das Problem löst und wie die Zukunft für die Fans der älteren Spiele aussieht.