#hopefully we're gonna get paid for that shit

[smilefullofcaligari]

Doodles because I can't code anymore

[toytulini]

really irritating that the avenue of communication i keep open bc i pay the phone bill keeps using it to inundate me with fucking Ads?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

followed (part one)

words: 1.2k

warnings: stalker (not rafe), violence, rafe beats someone up but the guy is a creep

followed (part one) / accused (part two)

“hey.” you whisper, ducking under the man's outstretched arm as he looks at the various snacks on the shelf. “pretend you know me, please. i'm being followed.”

rafe doesn't really question it, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and smiling down at you, just as a man turns down the aisle. 

“there you are, baby!” you put on a big smile, eyes still wide, telling the truth of your feelings as rafe can see how nervous you are. “been looking all over the store for you!”

rafe can see the guy, overdressed in lots of layers of jackets, physically deflates when he sees you're no longer alone and defenseless.

“sorry, babe. i got caught up with the snacks.” rafe laughs, grabbing a random bag off the shelf and dropping it into his basket. 

“its okay.” you shake your head. “just happy we're back together.”

rafe keeps you close to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder as the man moves away. you let out a sigh of relief, head tipping forward to rest against rafes chest.

“thank you.” you say before straightening up and taking a step back.

“no problem.” rafe could tell how pretty you were from the moment he saw you, but now that you're not riddled with nerves, he can see that you're gorgeous. he shifts the basket to his other hand as he reaches out. “im rafe.”

“y/n.” you shake his hand, palm still slightly sweaty.

“let me stick with you while you shop, yeah? just in case he comes back.”

“oh my god, i would really appreciate that.” you lay a hand over your chest. “i dropped my basket a couple aisles back when he turned down the same row.”

rafe follows you, keeping his head on a swivel. he knows he can take the guy, he looked on the older side from the brief glance rafe had at him, but that doesn't mean he wants to get surprise attacked.

“i don't have much more that i need to grab.” you explain to rafe, walking just a step in front of him, causing you to turn down the aisle first.

you gasp and back up into rafe when you realize the same man is now hovering over your basket, waiting on you to return to it.

“i got you.” rafe whispers, dropping his basket, causing it to clatter against the floor. the man glares and doesn't back off like rafe was hoping he would.

“back away from my girls shit.” he growls out, dropping his voice. 

“oh yeah, what are you gonna do? beat me up and then get arrested? there's cameras everywhere.” the man says, taking a step forward.

rafe is quick to reposition himself to stand in front of you. “and then those same cameras will see you following my girlfriend all over the store. get out before i beat your ass.”

the man looks rafe up and down before rushing away, hopefully finally actually leaving.

“shit.” you let out a whine, causing rafe to quickly whip around to face you, seeing tears welling up in your eyes.

“hey, you're safe now.” rafe says, placing his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them. when the tears break loose and slide down your cheeks, he pulls you forward into his chest, allowing you to sniffle until you've got yourself under control.

“sorry.” you laugh awkwardly, wiping away the tears before realize you'd left most of them as a stain on rafes shirt.

“it's okay.” he says. “men who mess with women and kids are the worst.”

you nod in agreement. “i don't know how to thank you…”

“you can thank me by not wasting your tears on that creep, alright?”

you nod as rafe grabs your basket, not handing it to you as he picks up his own. “what else do you need to get?” he asks.

“um, just some snacks.” you follow rafe as he confidently walks through the store.

you finish your shopping together before heading to the checkout. rafe doesn't even let you argue as he pays for what you have in your basket, a little shocked by how much he makeup costs, but he knows it won't dent his bank account.

“shouldn't i have paid for you since you helped me?” you ask as you walk out of the store, glad that the parking lot is lit up with street lights, as the sun has set.

“nah.” rafe just smiles at you. “now where's your car? wanna make sure you get in safe.”

you lead him towards your jeep, watching his muscled arms as he puts your couple bags into the trunk.

“thanks so much. i… i don't even want to think about what would have happened to be if you weren't there.” you take a deep breath.

“hey, don't worry about it.” rafe watches you climb into your car, giving him a small wave before taking off. rafe watches you leave, turning out onto the street before walking to his car. 

hes about to pull out of his parking spot himself when he sees a beat up sedan sat in the darkest spot of the lot, right under a burnt out light. rafe squints into the darkness, letting out a growl when his suspicions are right. 

he leaves his car, not bothering to sneak as he walks up and taps on the window. the man is disgruntled but rolls it down.

“there's cameras in the parking lot too.” he says.

“yeah, but it's pretty dark right here.” rafe looks around before reaching into the open window, holding the man by the collar while his other fist pummels into him, hitting his face over and over until it's a bloody, bruised mess.

“that'll teach you to never mess with poor defenseless women ever again, fucking creep.” rafe isn't finished yet though as he spits onto the man, taking the keys out of the car and tossing them away, leaving the man to have so scrounge on the ground for them later.

“shit.” rafe turns around to see your car is back in the parking lot, your eyes wide as you watch him from the drivers seat.

rafe wipes the blood off his knuckles onto the guys shirt before walking over to your jeep.

“im sorry you had to see that.” rafe says as you step out, piece of paper in hand.

“it… its okay.” you shake your head. “im glad you did that.” you're not one for violence, but the creep had it coming.

“are you okay?” rafe asks, not sure why you came back, but he's glad to see you again.

you stick your hand out, giving the paper to rafe. “came back to give you my number. can't believe i left without doing that.”

“ah.” rafe smirks. “seeing me beat up that guy didn't make you change your mind?” he sticks the paper into his pocket, knowing he's going to pull it out the second you're gone to save it to his phone then memorize the digits.

“not at all.” you admit, looking down at your feet. “if anything, it makes me like you more.”

“dinner this friday?” rafe doesn't want to wait to plan out your date, needing to know before letting you go when he will see you again.

“that's too far away. how about tomorrow?” 

rafe is surprised how forward you are, but grateful for it as he nods. “ill text you.”

“ill be waiting.”

sfw taglist: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie

[3-2-whump]

You Told Me It Had Stopped

<prev next>

Hi again, everyone! Ready for more pain and angst? (I wasn't asking!)

So hard to believe we're reaching the end of this story! With only five more chapters to go after this one (unless I cram in more story at the last minute), things are only gonna get crazier from here, but hopefully, it'll be just as satisfying as the last few chapters.

Shoutout to my amazing beta readers @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz , this chapter would not be what it is without them!

This chapter will have links within it referring you to previous chapters. If you have not read In Vino (et Venenum) Veritas or Tying Up Loose Ends, I'd highly suggest you give those a peek

TW/CW: slave whump, intimate whumper, manipulative whumper, emotional angst, prostitution, dehumanization, blackmail, referenced noncon, forced to watch (though not in the traditional sense)

“GOAL!” the announcer’s voice rang out over the laptop’s speakers.

Nico and Khaled cheered in unison as Portugal secured its place in the quarterfinals. Nico wrapped an arm around Khaled to hug him close, but a flash of purple from Khaled’s shirt collar stopped him.

Khaled sensed the change in atmosphere immediately. “Wait, what’s wrong?” he asked, his smile waning slightly.

“Is that a hickey?”

The sounds of cheering from a stadium half a world away were forgotten as Khaled’s smile dropped completely. He instinctively tried to adjust his shirt collar, but Nico grasped his hands in his own before he could. “Is that a hickey?” he asked again, tone serious.

Khaled nodded as his eyes turned downwards. Nico let go of his hands, frowning all the while. “I thought it had stopped,” he said, letting the disappointment creep into his voice. “You told me it had stopped, Khaled.”

“It did stop,” Khaled answered, eyes still downcast. “But then… it started up again…”

“I thought he was paying you to be his executive assistant-”

“Oh he is,” Khaled replied tersely, “and he’s paying me for this too.”

Nico faltered. “But, how –why –how could you?” Nico told himself the anger he felt was supposed to be for the Boss, and that he was misdirecting it at Khaled, who was already going through so much already. Though, if he was being completely honest with himself, his anger at Khaled wasn’t that misdirected. He was so, so tired of being lied to. “Fuck the money, why would let him do it again?!” he demanded.

“Why would I let him do it again? Do you think I have any choice in this?”

“No –yes –wait, no?” Nico shook his head. “I don’t know. What I’m trying to say is, you could’ve turned down the money, couldn’t you?!”

“Like fuck I could!” Khaled argued. “Are you the one saving up for his freedom? Don’t talk to me about money, Nico!”

“What good is money and freedom when it means losing your self-respect, and your friendship with me, Khaled?!”

Khaled made an exaggerated snort. “Some friendship we have! Remember when you took me out drinking, and I got so drunk I told you everything?”

Nico cringed at the memory, and more importantly at what came after. Khaled noticed his discomfort right away and dug his claws in deeper. “And do you remember when the Boss paid you off to keep silent about me, and you fucking took the bribe?”

“He was holding my tuition hostage-”

“Your tuition –he’s holding me hostage!”

“-That was not a bribe!”

Khaled ignored the minute distinction. “It still hurt, you know!” And then, he locked eyes with Nico. “My first and only friend since I was stolen to this awful place turned his back on me, and all I asked myself was why wasn’t I good enough, why wasn’t I worth defending!” Despite the black flames of vitriol in his eyes, Nico could see a faint, vulnerable sheen of tears. 

“Wait, shit, no-” he began to apologize. The damage was done as Khaled shoved his coat on and walked to the door. Nico belatedly reached out his hand. “I’m sorry, Khaled! I didn’t mean to hurt you like that! Come back-”

“Go fuck yourself!” Khaled cried. “It’s not like you want to be friends with someone who sells themselves, anyway,” he murmured angrily as he let the door slam behind him.

Nico was left all alone with his regrets as the game played on his laptop in the background.

-

Three days after they had that argument, and Khaled had not seen Nico for lunch since. That was entirely expected though. He had hurt his friend immensely, and, three days later, he was still no closer to coming up with a sufficient apology for what he’d said. He decided to at least add the new mark to his log, although he regretted not being able to snap a covert picture of it to add to his records. He ducked into his backpack’s inner pocket to retrieve his flash drive, where he made it a habit of storing all evidence of Khaled’s abuse for future reference.

It was not in the inner pocket.

Well, maybe it’s in the bottom of my backpack? Nico reasoned. He methodically took out each textbook and groped around the bottom, shining his cellphone light down there, too.

It was not at the bottom of his backpack.

Where is it?! Nico tore through his backpack, searching it thoroughly, even so much as to turn it upside down and shake it. He checked every desk drawer again and again, and emptied every pants and jacket pocket. Still no flash drive.

A chiming sound from his monitor signaled an email, a high priority one at that. Nico paused his tearing apart of the guard shack to view it.

One (1) new message from The Boss

Nico clicked it.

Looking for something? Meet me downstairs to retrieve it.

It was succinct, yet it elicited so much dread. He gulped.

As if crossing the parking lot late at night in the dead of January wasn’t creepy enough, Nico stood at the top of the stairwell leading to the infamous T & I cellar, feeling the winter’s chill even inside the brick and mortar walls of the mansion. Even from the top of the stairs it smelled like dried blood, and the dimness of the room below made it look as if the stairs descended into an abyss. He steeled his nerves and descended into the abyss, step by concrete step, painfully aware of how much noise his shoes made in the quietness of the empty building.

Even though he had seen the T & I cellar in the security footage, Nico realized nothing compared to being down there in person. Dusty, red bricked walls arched into a curved ceiling where two overhead lamps dangled unlit like limp, long dead jellyfish. The fireplace was concealed behind a large white sheet, stretched taut and glowing bluish white over the expanse of the wall. The opposing wall still boasted its rack lined with various instruments of torture out in the open. In the middle sat one large table with scratch marks furrowed into its edges, and large mottled stains of red that could be traced down to the concrete floors below. Nico thought he would be sick just looking at the bloodstains alone. There were chairs pulled up to that table, though, one of which was occupied by the boss Don Costa himself, looking mighty smug in the dimness of the room. Near the edge of the table was a projector and a laptop, operated by Khaled, who stood silently beside the table bearing his own bloodstains as if he weren’t affected at all. His dark brown eyes flitted to Nico once, possibly just to confirm he was there, before resolutely fixing back onto the laptop and projector in front of him. Nico couldn’t blame him for being mad at him still.

“Nico Clemenza,” Don Costa greeted, breaking the tension between the two friends, “do you have any idea why you’re here?”

I’m not in trouble, I’m not in trouble, I’m not in trouble -am I? Nico thought. That tone of voice and the whole context of meeting in the T & I cellar certainly seemed to contradict that. “You have something that I’m looking for, sir?” He didn’t mean for it to be asked like a question, but right now he wasn’t sure what the safe answer would be.

“That’s right,” his boss affirmed, smirking condescendingly. “I got a little tip-off from Bennie and Michael last weekend that you have been rather cagey about a certain flash drive.”

Dad and Uncle Mike? The last time Nico had seen them was when he’d just visited home last weekend. He had gotten into an argument with his uncle over Khaled’s treatment, and he had pushed his dad out of his room when he’d asked about the flash drive labeled ‘Saved Footage’. Did they go through my stuff when I wasn’t there? Did they find the flash drive and snitch on me?! He knew the oath of loyalty these men had taken, but the betrayal by his own family still hurt.

“I asked Khaled about it, but my poor pet didn’t seem to know what it was for, either,” the boss continued. “So you can imagine how he reacted –how both of us reacted, when we plugged it in and saw all that saved footage.”

Nico’s face paled in horror, eyes widening as he realized how years-worth of Khaled’s torture saved to his personal device must have looked out of context. He quickly turned to Khaled to beg for his understanding. “Khaled, I can explain, it’s not what it looks like!” he protested. His friend finally turned toward him, delicate lips downturned into a slight frown. “I don’t know what he told you, but please, believe me, I can explain!”

“Oh, we know what it looks like,” Don Costa sneered. “It’s funny, I always wondered why you were so interested in my slave, but now it makes perfect sense!” He laughed as Nico’s jaw worked up and down, sputtering in a pathetic attempt to verbally defend himself. Khaled meanwhile stayed still as a statue, focusing only on the laptop screen in front of him. “I could just get you your own once you graduate, you know, like as a graduation present. You don’t have to lower yourself to befriend mine.” He tilted his head toward the projector. “So, here you were, playing at being friends with my pet while stealing away all those moments caught on film the whole time, whether it be for your own pleasure or-” The older man raised his eyebrows as a mischievous sharpness glinted in those cold gray eyes. “-Maybe you’re uploading them somewhere for the pleasure of millions?”

Nico choked a little at the baseless accusation.

“But, whether you’re saving them for your personal spank bank or uploading them to a porn site, you are still called down here for violating your NDA,” Thomas concluded. He whipped out a stack of papers and dramatically slammed them onto the table, the impact echoing a bit in the otherwise silent room. Nico eyed the stack of papers warily. When he first started working for Costa Insurance, he did what anyone else would and skimmed the document for the right places to initial or sign. Now, as a nearly completed law student, he recognized the weight of the consequences that violating an NDA would lead to.

“Go on, have a seat.”

Nico approached the table like a death row convict on the way to his execution. He lowered himself into the chair and stared down at the document before him, thumbing through its pages as he now read every word. He obviously must have taken too long, as the man seated in front of him cleared his throat impatiently as he murmured, “Page eight, paragraph B.”

Nico flipped there. “There shall be no extraction or publication of client’s names, addresses, accounts, or other personal information outside the grounds of Costa Insurance,” he read aloud.

Before he could ask for an explanation, Don Costa turned toward his slave, who had remained silent throughout the whole thing. “Khaled, play February 9, 2018.” Khaled typed into the laptop almost robotically as he brought up the footage from the specified date. There, projected on the makeshift screen for all three viewers in the room to see, was footage of Khaled lying naked on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, a silk tie wedged into his mouth, and Jaime’s boot on top of his head. Nico recognized it from the Key Game era.

“See, there,” the boss pointed out, referring to a desktop screen in the peripheral of the video.

Nico scoffed. “But you can hardly even read that!”

“Nevertheless, there is sensitive client information on that computer screen that cannot leave these grounds.” He nodded toward Khaled. “September 24, 2018.” Khaled obeyed, his face a calm mask of detachment as he pulled up another video of his own tortures. The next scene featured Khaled, on his knees, sucking off Nico’s uncle as he and the Boss talked business. “There, on the coffee table,” Don Costa directed him. The list of phone numbers was slightly more legible than the previous leak of sensitive information. A pit of dread opened in the bottom of Nico’s stomach. How many more of these videos coincidentally contained sensitive information in their periphery? Were they placed within the camera frame on purpose?

“Khaled, November 21-”

“I get it, I get it,” Nico objected, palms raised up. “I fucked up, I get it. So, what do you want me to do about it, sir?”

Don Costa’s mouth upturned into a sickening grin. “Easy! Destroy the flash drive, take down whatever videos you posted, and, should this data leak come to bite us in the ass one day, take full responsibility for it and resign,” he explained.

Destroy all the evidence? Nico gulped. He wasn’t keen on losing years’ worth of documented human rights abuses, but he also didn’t want to deal with the threat of litigation.

“What are you willing to give to see Khaled happy and free, as he should be?” Julio’s question haunted him. Nico summoned his courage to look the bastard in the eyes. “And if I refuse?” he asked.

Khaled visibly perked up, shooting a questioning glance at Nico’s rare moment of defiance. Meanwhile, the smile dropped off Thomas’ face. “Then I reenact every single thing I’ve done to Khaled that you’ve saved on that little flash drive of yours,” he threatened. Khaled’s attention focused back onto his master, and although Nico may have imagined it, the young man trembled. “You have years’ worth of footage, and the night is still young.”

“You’re bluffing,” Nico replied, ignoring the certainty in his mind that this man was not bluffing. “You nearly killed him last spring when you carved his back open! Are you really going to take that risk again?”

The boss merely shrugged. “He survived the last time, why not?” he asked nonchalantly.

Khaled’s face paled, taking on a sickly color as his trembling worsened. Nico folded. “Okay, okay, fine!” The last thing he wanted to see was Khaled getting tortured and knowing he could’ve stopped it. Nico thrust forward a reluctant but outstretched palm. “Give me the flash drive, and I’ll smash it right here,” he promised.

Khaled breathed an almost-imperceptible sigh of relief, but the boss stopped him just before he could unplug the flash drive. “Wait, before you smash it, I just gotta know…” He smiled conspiratorially at Nico. “What part was your favorite?”

-

Nico waited patiently for the phone on the other end to pick up that night, drumming his fingers against his desk as he overlooked the city from his bedroom window. Eventually, the repetitive ringing was replaced by a very loud Pitbull remix, followed by a heavily accented “Alvarez Auto and Motorcycles, what do you want?”

“Yeah, can you tell me my status on my radiator hose? Did you use a 9-mm wrench?” Nico asked, well-practiced in the Juicio Divino code by now. The person who had picked up the call fell silent, the music thumped on in the background, and eventually a new voice carried over the phone.

“What are you calling me for, I told you only to call me if it was an emergency!” Julio yelled. There were light shuffling sounds, and then no background music at all, an indication that Nico’s partner in crime had moved to a more private place to talk.

“We need to try to kill him again,” Nico explained, getting straight to the point. “Things are getting worse on my end.”

“Worse, what do you mean worse?” Julio’s breath hitched a little. “Does he know you’re working with me?!”

“No, he –he found my flash drive,” Nico explained. “Made me destroy it. That’s four-ish years of evidence, gone.”

Julio went silent for a couple seconds before coming to the same conclusion. “You’re right. We need to kill him again. And this time, I won’t miss.”

“We won’t miss,” Nico corrected. “We’re in this together, partner.”

The static-y sigh on the other end of the line made Nico’s heart do something weird and tingly. “Yes we are,” Julio conceded. He hung up. Nico brought the phone down from his ear and caught his own reflection in the window. He was smiling.

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[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

My moms gonna hear back by noon if they've accepted our offer

Im fuckin nervous man

The house itself is kinda small but that backyard makes it fucking worth it

!!!!!!!!

The house!!!!! Has pawpaw trees!!!!! In the back yard!!!!!!!!!

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

I haven't written McDanno in forever, so idk if the characterization is anywhere near correct. But some McDanno for you all.

****

"Shut up," Steve practically growled as he glared through the windshield from the passenger seat. There wasn't much to glare at, as the pouring rain was coming down so hard, if he hadn't crashed into any of them on their way back to the truck, he couldn't know there were trees out there.

"I didn't say anything."

"Then why can I hear your ranting anyway, Daniel?"

"Maybe because I am both flabbergasted and amazed at the same time that a previous boy scout turned Navy SEAL who grew up on this island is the one who keeps getting hurt on these adventures you insist on dragging me into!"

"Did you really just say flabbergasted?"

Danny sighed and they returned to silence between them, the only noise being the pouring rain in the jungle. "I can't believe people have paid for this noise to help them fall asleep."

"Not everyone associates any form of water with drowning."

"Yeah, well, that's just another bit of evidence that I'm just smarter than almost everyone," Danny grumbled. There was a pause before he looked over and asked, "How's your leg?"

"Hurts like a bitch. Pretty sure I sprained something but nothing feels broken."

"You're not escaping a doctor visit."

"I never said I wasn't."

"Good."

"I just don't really see why I'd have to. Once we get back, I can ask Max to look me over, get the better bandages, we have over-the-counter pain meds at home. Done and done."

"No," Danny said firmly.

They entered another bit of silence that stretched on, despite the air being filled with a tension of both of them wanting to say more.

Steve sat up, and reached over, while calling out, "Hey..." When he turned Danny's face toward him, he captured the blond's lips with his own in a tender kiss. When they pulled apart, Steve smiled at Danny and ran his hand through his lover's soaked hair, "I'm sorry for ruining your hair."

Danny scoffed but cupped Steve's face and pulled him in for another kiss. This one came with Danny licking Steve's bottom lip. They adjusted as best as they could in the front of Steve's Silverado so they could deepen the kiss into a proper make-out session. When they pulled back this time, Danny flicked Steve's forehead with a nonheated glare, "When are you going to apologize for hurting my boyfriend?"

"That really more important than messing up your hair?" Steve asked with a small, but amused smile.

"Damn right, it is. He's mine. And I hate it when he's hurt. Only acceptable instances are bites from me or bruises left by grips when we're having some fun at home on lazy mornings."

"It's not just lazy mornings."

"If it had been, we'd be at home, making lunch and watching a game..."

This time it was Steve's turn to sigh. He turned back to facing forward but reached for Danny's hand and interlocked their fingers. He brought Danny's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles, "I want you to see the island like I do. To see it as beautiful and enchanting. I...I want you to like it, if you can't love it. So you're not just tolerating it."

"...hey," Danny echoed what Steve had done earlier and cupped his face and made Steve face him. He leaned in and gave him a gentle, loving kiss, "The island and I are...getting used to each other. Grace's opinion on it matters most to me, and she loves it. But next to being able to be near my daughter, I got another reason for this pineapple infested hell hole to actually be paradise for me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And he's got some shit luck every time he tries to get me into the jungle. And hopefully will read into that, that it's a sign from some spirits, to stop bringing your boyfriend out to the jungle!"

"I don't know, Danno. I think we gotta try again. To show whoever keeps fucking up my jungle dates that they can't win! We're winners!"

"Next time you ask me out on a jungle date, you're really gonna have to work for it."

Steve grinned devilishly, "You know I love a challenge. And I know all you like. I'll enjoy getting you to agree for a next time, Danno."

"With what you'll have to do to get me to say yes, not as much as me, babe."

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed (Vinny x Garmadon)Part 53

(I suggest you check out parts 1-52 if you haven't already an easier way is my wattpad or A03 account name is Criolla_Star)

(With the Ninja before Vinny slept)

"Has anyone noticed Vinny's been acting strange over the last few days...?" Kai asked as he played Prime Empire with Jay and Cole while Zane, Nya and Lloyd were watching.

"Yea...he looks like he hasn't slept properly for a while and I feel like something happened between him and my dad cause the two were barely talking to each other" Lloyd spoke as he looked at Nya who nodded in response.

"Maybe they got into a fight or some shit" Cole suggested as he continued playing. Nya and Lloyd looked at each other knowing they did have a fight.

"About what though? And why would Vinny get in a fight with him?" Jay asked as he paused the game after they finished the level. The three put down the controllers and began paying more attention to the conversation.

"Zane, have you picked on any emotional signals from the two?" Nya questioned the ice ninja who blinked awkwardly, he wasn't meant to tell anyone, and definitely not about the stab wound on Vinnys' hand.

"I have picked on on signals of sleep deprivation, sadness and slight anger from the two" Zane spoke as he tried to lie to the group. They sighed hearing that obviously not liking the condition of the two.

"Why'd he leave so-" Just as Lloyd was saying that Pixal came in. "Oh, hey Pixal" The green ninja spoke instead, Zane looked happy seeing her.

"Hello, are you talking about Vinny?" She asked, Jay nodded. "I must interrupt this conversation, but I have discovered a powerful energy source and Master Wu would like you all to check it out" Pixal spoke softly.

"A mission? Finally! We haven't had a good mission in ages" Kai spoke happily as he immediately stood up and stretched.

"A powerful energy source? Do you know what it is?" Lloyd asked as he looked at Pixal curiously.

"Despite my efforts to discover what it is, they have remained futile for the time being" Pixal replied.

"Strange...then we shall leave immediately" Zane spoke as the others nodded and stood up.

"I'll prepare the vehicles as you all get ready" Pixal spoke before she left the room.

"This is gonna be so fun!" Kai exclaimed happily as he grabbed Cole's hand and ran out, Cole didn't have time to react he was just dragged out leaving the rest of the ninja laughing.

"I bet it's an artifact we're gonna find" Jay spoke as he stood up as well and stood closer to Nya.

"Probably...hopefully it isn't as dangerous as the scrolls of spinjitzu" The water ninja replied to her lover as Zane left the room as well.

"Hopefully...those scrolls were a pain..." Lloyd replied as he began walking out, followed by the other two ninja.

"We should go get ready now" Nya spoke, the others nodded in response and they all parted ways off to get ready for their mission.

After a while all the ninja were gathered in the secret part of the monastery, Garmadon and Wu were there too. "So then, where is the place we're going?" Cole asked as he looked at Pixal who was clicking on a keyboard.

"A place called the catacombs, it's far from here and is like a maze, twists and turns everywhere" Pixal responded as she brought up pictures of the catacombs. The ninjas looked a little surprised seeing the place they were going.

"If we get lost I'm blaming it on Jay..." Kai spoke as he pointed to the lightning ninja, Lloyd and Cole snickered while Nya sighed and Jay looked offended.

"W-What why?!" Jay whined as he pouted, Kai stuck his tongue out, Master Wu sighed.

"Everything aside...you all have a mission, find the energy source and bring it here if safe while not getting lost" Wu spoke, the group instantly paid attention to him and nodded.

"Pixal, are the vehicles ready?" Zane asked, Pixal nodded as she pointed to the different vehicles.

"You all shall get going now before it gets late" Wu added, the group nodded and began getting into the vehicles.

"I'm gonna call Vinny real quick, just so he knows where we are" Lloyd spoke to Wu, Garmadon, who was standing next to Wu seemed to have reacted in some way to Vinny being mentioned. He missed him, and was worried, poor Vinny. Wu nodded to Lloyd who then took out his phone.

A quick phone call later, the group were ready to leave, with one last check of the mission and vehicles they drove off.

(I tried a new writing format let me know what one you like better, also I've been wondering if the story should go into the merge as well, not now but later into the story)

[dairy-farmer]

Meta Prostitute Au? Oh~?

Imagine this, Bruce and Dick break up a Meta slavery ring. Save the day! But realize? Oh shit! One of these guys is ABSURDLY High Risk for re-capture, because of his power. What is it?

"Fantasy Shape". He "goes to sleep", his power reads your mind, and shape-shifts him into whoever you find most attractive. Plays out sexy scenarios until it can sense you are satisfied.

People would BURN COUNTRIES to get their hands on this kid.

Bruce looks at Dick. Who looks at Bruce. And? Agreed. Kid was never here, they are taking him and putting him up in a nice apartment somewhere. The kid is like "cool. Free house. No wrinkly creeps."

Time passes.

Kid is now a twenty something. Dick is Nightwing. Jason back alive but estranged as hell. Damian barely settling in.

Kid would like That Gucci Shit. Has a VERY profitable ability. Time to become a sugar baby! Batman says "are you TRYING to get murder kidnapped?"

Now Twink counters with "then pay me" and transforms. Is, by the very nature of his powers, COMPLETELY unaware of WHO he turns into. He's not gonna remember ANYTHING. Just wake up, probably sore, and hopefully about to get paid.

Which is why he's completely unaware~

That he turns into Tim Drake with a puss.

Perhaps even early in his Robin career. Maybe in the Sexy Costume version. Maybe both. Maybe he looks like the Robin Bruce JUST saw, but with a pretty pink slit a handful little tits. Blinking up at him with those big, trusting, needy eyes. Oh he feels so STRANGE, Bruce~ won't you help him?

It's like a gut punch.

He can't. He... he doesn't. W-Would NEVER...!

But there it is. Proof of what he wants. Teary eyed and needy. Begging him to come closer. To "help" him.

Bruce knows for a fact Tim is cis-gendered. Has... has, perhaps, had thoughts he shouldn't. Lingered on reports and video feed of those rare few incidents, when for whatever reason, Tim was made... softer.

He shouldn't.

But... some desperately justifying part of his brain hisses, if he DOESNT? The Twink will try and find someone else to pay him. Get in over his head and probably die. We're basicly saving his life!

His resolve crumbles.

And somehow? He even SMELLS like Tim. The fantasy flawless. Teasing pretty little tits. Being so gentle, at first, with that virgin little hole. Hearing his Robin whimper and cry out in pleasure as he fucks him. Teases his little pink clit and stuffs him deep and full. Dragging him up and down like a toy to be filled with seed.

Everything he denied himself.

He doesn't have too anymore, does he?

Twink gets his Prada and Bruce gets an outlet. Which makes Duck suspicious. Because Bruce is NEVER this calm and reasonable. They fight about it on the roof. Bruce desperately glad Dick didn't actually SEE, what Twink turned into. But ultimately? Dick has to agree. Better this then unnecessary risks.

He talks to Twink.

Who would pass up Nightwing? Even if you couldn't remember it?

Nightwing will never admit to ANYONE what happens. Tim with a puss. His perfect "girl", huh? Arms held out to him, loving smile in place. Waiting for a kiss. Dick is going to hell. He cant bring himself to care.

It's so good he could cry.

But two for two acting fishy? Jason snoops. Working boy, huh? Tries to interview him. Twink panics at the sight of a Crime Lord. Tim + Puss+ Jason's shirt + He forgives you. Come get some.

....OH. So THATS why they come here.

Jason... should... should say no... he thinks, even as he's getting naked. He gets sounds out of Not-Tim that put porn to shame. Were the puss not temporary and shape-shifting, Twink would ABSOLUTELY be pregnant. He gets breakfast.

And frankly, Twink has the morality of a prison shank. When Damian tracks him down? Well? Pay him and he'll show you, bat-brat. WHY Batman visits this "den of iniquity". Seething, Damian does.

Turns out he? Really, REALLY wants Sexy CEO Tim with a Puss to admit he's a better Robin but then pin him to the floor and ride him. Call him pet names. Just milk him DRY with his sexy, sexy, CEO femdom puss.

Damian stumbles home vaguely shell-shocked and Reflecting On Some Stuff that he learned today.

And Tim? Has been having the time of his life, getting off it, since day one. Because he was stalking Batman. As usual. It's his go-to comfort activity. And he is starting to seriously consider getting a magic user to give him some sort of gender swap medallion or something. You know... for Vauge Bat Reasons.

Oh look! Nearly time for Bruce's weekly "extra patrol route". Better get the lube and get comfy~ Tim's got a show to enjoy.

-🐼🐼🐼

good for tim 😍😍😍!!!

[katzirra]

Man July going to be a fixing period of my life.

New shift starts Monday, so I'm gonna be 7:30a to 3:30p now. Which means seeing my girlfriend, friends and family more!!!

That shift means I'm gonna have dedicated alone time, which I can use for keeping me accountable for art like I used to!!

It also means dedicated time for video games, shows and movies with Becca like we used to do when I was still at Michael's!!

Also means a better sleep schedule, because I excel on 6-7 hours of sleep so going to bed at 12/1 is gonna be perfect for me ;; it's my natural sleepy time.

Job extension also means once I get to September I should have most of my smaller debt paid off, and I can get us a new bed!!!

IT ALSO MEANS LEGIT SAVING FOR THE PC IS HAPPENING AND SAVINGS!!!!!

Natalie has invited me to DnD when my schedule works out, and I'm debating using Dahlia or a new character, but I love her build.... I might let them get to level 5, and see if the DM will approve her with all her bells and whistles.

I'm excited to actually see my dad more, hopefully, and my sister and her kids because we had a long talk when I got back in town. Good shit.

I'm starting a new medication track today. So we'll see how that works out. My doctor is seeing that my levels are still kinda too close for my comfort on my A1C, and my weight is uh, not budging like she hoped so we're trying Ozempic. Which, I'm hoping helps bring those levels down to normal. The weight loss will be nice, but I'm more concerned in the long run with that diabetes avoidance, yo...

Also going to get a pelvic ultrasound I guess because UH .. periods aren't happening and we can't pinpoint WHY....???

My fucking shit is a mess, just saying lmao everything is FUCKED.

Trying to be positive and I'm really excited for this shit right now... The job stuff is supposedly a new year contract, with possibly an extension, and I'm gonna be hawk eyeing the usajobs shit this time. FOOL ME ONCE -

But I'm very excited for that work life balance renewal.... I may have hated Michael's sometimes... a lot in the end... but the hours were really good for me and I worked well around it.

I gotta go make lunch and take a nap before work so I'm not yawning all day unu but....ya'girl is trying. I'm trying so hard to get the mental and physical health back to a good place....

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ the boxers at a escape room ☆

did this because i felt bad about not posting, will post a weekly update during the weekend + some art hopefully, ive had this on my shoulders for a while, this is so cringe fail

Build-Up

Okay so i made up lore for this escape room:

It's an abandoned hotel, decorated all fancy, theres old couches, fake rotary phones and a bunch of weird symbols used later in the puzzles.

It's really colorful but the theres barely any lightning because the vibes need to be settled, theres a lot of puzzles, including: puns, math and the weird symbols mentioned

The lore starts as a hotel shutting down after a serial killer takes over & goes on a massacre, theres a time limit of 2 hours, when the time is over the game is done & a dude with a really bad voice effect says "the killer has got you" Before the doors open

When theres only a few minutes left, a buzzing sound effect plays

Theres a lot of "fake" spiderwebs with cryptid texts too so enjoy that

Glass Joe

- struggling with the puzzles, his brain is melting

- "we have to turn on the TV for clues i think"

- "or a baking show"

- "either way im watching"

- hes not taking this seriously, at all

- keeps using a prop phone like its real & talking on it, ended up getting into a argument with the air

- laying down on the decorative couches "draw me like one of your french girls.." style when hes tired

- "we're gonna die, is the killer hot at least?"

Von Kaiser

- complete opposite with Joe, hes taking this seriously, too serious

- "I WILL NOT LET THEY EVIL HOTEL MAN KILL US ALL. NO!"

- acting like the evil hotel man will actually get him

- doing really good with the math puzzles, hes a natural

- dialing 911 on the fake rotary phone

- runmaging through everything, no chair left un-thrown, no couch left un-turned, no drawer left closed

- when the 10 minutes notice ringed in he screamed like a goat

Disco Kid

- Just bored, he got dragged along and doesnt feel like doing anything

- "does the TV have anything interesting on it"

- "Disco we are being chased by a evil serial killer i dont think you should be so calm"

- escape rooms dont have enough charm for him like haunted houses

- doing cartwheels across the room, accidentally knocked over a bookshelf and revealed a clue

- hes already done with this shit, let him out

King Hippo

- doesnt have any idea whats going on, hes just confused

- doesnt know whether to help kaiser or laugh with Joe

- thinks the argument between Joe and the air is real

- hes so lost

- "mom i frew up" pose while watching everyone do the puzzles

Piston Hondo

- calmly trying to do the puzzles

- trying to help kaiser calm down

- laughed at disco toppling over the bookshelf for a solid 20 minutes

- hes SLAYİNG the puzzles

- "Joe did you take your meds?? You're arguing with the air"

- "wait i got too caught up"

- He isnt taking this seriously but isnt fucking around like Joe either, hes doing his best to have fun, not too much fun

Great Tiger

- also messing around with Joe, both of them are hysterically laughing at everything knowing damn well they dont know whats going on + cant solve a puzzle to save their lives

- "whens the baking show coming on??"

- reading the books on the bookshelf disco kid rko'd

- He could be helpful but he refuses to because seeing everyone go batshit is hilarious

- keeps tripping over the carpets

Bear Hugger

- him & hondo are peacefully doing puzzles while everyone else is going apeshit, hes having fun

- re-organized the bookshelf disco kid slammed down on, he knows damn well they dont get paid enough for this bs

- cheering Joe on his fight with the atoms

- cleaning up behind everyone because hes a decent person

Don Flamenco

- very confused, he thinks theyre all stuck in a silly room for nothing, cannot do puzzles & cannot be silly at all

- Just wandering around & looking for clues

- hes concerned, not only for the boxers but the employees

- thinks the decorations look great, taking notes for his room

Aran Ryan

- doing his evil gremlin thing, chucking stuff, sneaking around, rolling on the floor, hes simply thriving

- scaring people for fun

- hysterically laughing at everything because the lightning is shitty & that makes everything funnier for him

- saying the dumbest shit

- got inspired by disco kid wrecking the bookshelf and decided to throw a couch across the room

- laughing at the wall

Soda Popinski

- Really confused along with King hippo

- hes just following everyone around like a sick puppy

- sad that he cant bring his soda but understands because he has spilled soda multiple times on his stuff and suffered the consequences

- awkward shrugging anytime someone asks him whats going on

Bald Bull

- also hysterically laughing with aran, bad lightning with cheap horror music fits too well for him

- him & aran are cackling at kaiser knowing damn well they both need therapy

- Just having fun

- He doesnt give a shit about anything right now, this is one of the only times he can maniacally laugh at thin air and not get stared at

- was the one to convince disco kid to do a cartwheel

Super Macho Man

- pretending to understand whats going on, Just as confused as soda

- Really bored

- not much to say, hes just.. neutral

Mr Sandman

- Really calm & carrying the entire team

- concerned for aran & bull since he was the only one to notice them maniacally cackle at thin air

- suprisingly not ready to punch someone out into orbit

- extremely worried for disco's bones because no one throws a entire bookshelf onto themselves and walks away fine

- brought a camera to get some real gems

- keeps coughing like hes on life support because of the ridiculous amount of dust

Extra

They made it out suprisingly thanks to hondo & sandman (barely)

Don realized he has some problems with his lungs after that trip because holy shit he was fighting for his life

Sandman convinced aran & bull to go to therapist (somehow)

Joe enjoyed taking out his anger out on a cheap fake rotary phone

Disco needed to go to the hospital after the bookshelf incident, no one is letting the fact that he broke his back thanks to a bookshelf go

Piston Hondo & bear hugger do sudoku together now since they realized they both enjoy math puzzles

Great Tiger still laughs about the bookshelf incident at night when trying to sleep

[dumb-gemini]

Y'all are getting a face reveal today for anime STL pics :)

Anyway I had SO much fun!!! I just posted about it over on my writing account but this one I'm gonna post more pictures on, I trust all of you my lovely mutuals :)

Ok ranting time!!! (Im gonna try and keep it short but god do I have a lot of fun stories)

OKAY SO ACTUALLY THAT ONE WITH THE CHILDE COSPLAYER IS LIKE MY FAVORITE BC OF WHY I GOT IT

I went to a genshin panel that got done early, so the host/Neuvillette decided to do a mad libs with everyone. They said to try and keep the words genshin related so the first word I thought of was "tartagalicious" and after much debate with me and my friend decided that word would fall under adjective. So when they say they need an adjective I raise my hand and say it, and holy shit the Neuvillette took one look at me and was like "of course you of all people would say that." Anyway the Tartaglia thought that was funny too and they blew me a kiss and when I tell you I was FREAKING OUT- It's actually embarrassing how my friend had to calm me down. Anyway once the panel/mad libs was over I went and asked them for a picture, they said yes and now I have that silly little thing to remember :)

(also once again ranted about this on my writing blog but I'm still honestly processing it so uh yeah I'm talking about it here too) Anyway, I got to meet Alejandro Saab!! I paid $10 to get Jing Yuans quote with it but it was sooo worth it. That poster is like my favorite ever so I'm happy I could get him to sign it :) we also talked a little about the book "a court of thorns and roses" bc he was talking about it on stream the other day, which I sadly had to stop watching bc I didn't want spoilers. He said it's really good so far so I'm super excited to keep reading it!!

Also the second picture was another favorite of mine, I won't say who they are but they were actually so sweet and did a whole presentation on decora fashion after the j fashion show we watched. Plus I made some candi while we listened so I do also have a new bracelet!!

Another super exciting person to meet was cyber girl!!! (I don't remember her exact user sorry I swear I'm a real fan 😔) anyway they were so nice and I bought the cutest sticker for my laptop from their brand candy☆trap!

Most of the other pictures are just other amazing cosplayers I met some I chatted with others I just thought they looked cool so I asked for a picture

I was pleasantly surprised at the amount of people that wanted to take a picture with me! I had 5-6 come up when I was dressed up as Zhongli, and 3 as Cirrus. To know people liked my cosplay so much that they want to take a picture that they'll keep makes me so happy. Like those people seriously made my day.

Okay I think rant is over, all in all I had a great time and I'm excited to go again next year, and (hopefully) not spend so much money there. (I currently have 11 dollars to my name but I'm working again soon so we're good >:D)

[winterviolet1]

Ateez Pirates Au: A journey of a lifetime

Chapter 4: First Blood, First injury

October 25

Y/n POV:

It's been a month and a few days since I have joined HongJoong pirate crew. I was able to everyone name during my times with these 'ruthless' Pirates. During my time here I did visit Yunho and San a few times to see how they we're doing while getting to know them and Jongho. I got to learn a few things and HongJoong was kind enough to teach me some swordsman and Seonghwa, HongJoong second in command gave me some clothes to wear.

Later in the afternoon. We were docked at a harbor land for supplies and some more clothing. Walking around and getting what we needed. Hongjoong allowed all of us to get something we want but we be in a pair so we don't go missing. Mingi, HongJoong friends and crewman was paired with me as we walked around getting whatever we can before heading back to the ship. "I got what I need, What about you Mingi?" I asked him while he was looking at some of the items that were hanging up on the stand. "I just need a new telescope then we'll be done here" Mingi said as he point at the telescope on the wall where the woman who was selling the stuff went over and grabbed it for him. Once he paid for it, we started to head back to the ship where everyone was waiting for us.

Mingi soon then grabbed my arm and dragged me into a corner against a wall. "What...Shh!" Mingi shushed me by covering my mouth with his hand. I was confused on what was going on until I heard voices coming our direction. "Have you heard, the royal navy were sent out to find a person who was taken by pirates" A woman said as I looked at Mingi as he did the same to me:

"Hopefully the person that was taken is alright, their parents have been very worried" After listen to the conversation a bit more from the women that passed by us. I have realized that they were talking about me. Soon Mingi covered my month and took a step back an looked around before signaling me. "We need to get going, the royal navy most be close by if their looking for you" I nodded my head as we started to walk faster before we heard someone calling out from behind.

I turn to look and saw a royal navy trying to catch up to Mingi and I. "Shit, one following us" I said to Mingi as he looked behind us while we keeping on walking and saw what I was talking about. "Run" Mingi said as we both started to take off running as the guy behind shouted at us to stop but we didn't listen. We didn't listen of course but the guy didn't stop either. so taking things into my own hand. I grabbed Mingi and made him follow me at every turn til we manage to lose sight of the royal navy. Just when we thought we we're in the clear for now. I heard the same voice again but this time he was right behind us. "Stop right there and no one get's hurt" The royal navy guy said as Mingi turn to gave the guy a death glare.

"Beat it man, your presences is already annoying me" Mingi said bitterly which I don't blame him since this guy seem to not understand to leave someone alone. "Why should I, you look like pirates to me and when I see a pirate. I take them down for the filth they are" The royal navy guy said as he pulled out his sword and points it at us. "Your gonna regret it if you don't back off" I said to the man as I turn to face the person who is threating us.

"You..your the missing person" The royal navy guy said as he points his sword at Mingi. "If you want your life to be spared, hand over the captive you filth took" Mingi pulled out his sword and was ready to fight. "not a chance" Mingi shoved me out of the way as the royal navy guy came to strike. I didn't know what this man deal was but he was no match for Mingi as he is a excellent swordsman. Somehow Mingi sword was throw out of his hand and which surprised both Mingi and I. "Say goodbye pirate" The man said as swung his sword. I wasn't gonna let this man harm Mingi as I jumped in and blocked the attack. "Not on my watch" I said to the navy guy while shoving the man away. "You fool, why are you helping him!" I smirk and swung my sword at the guys a few times til he fell to the ground. "I'm apart of them, it's best you don't look for me or you'll won't see another day" I said the navy guy as he growls in anger as I had my sword at his throat.

As I took a step back and told Mingi we're going. The navy guy swung his sword at me and slashes my torso. "Y/n!" As the navy guy laugh, Mingi growled and picked his sword up fast as he slashes the navy guy throat before grabbing me. "Shit we need to get you to Jongho fast" Mingi said putting our swords away as he my arm and place it over his shoulder. The pain was something I wasn't feeling at first until Mingi got us half way to the ship before I groaned in pain.

Jongho POV:

As I was talking to Hongjoong about our next destination. Everyone hear someone calling out to me as we turns to see Mingi holding Y/n up. We were shock to see y/n bleeding as he has a nasty slash across his torso. "What the hell happen!" HongJoong ask while I had Mingi bring y/n down to my area. I started to work fast and treat y/n the best I could while Mingi explained to HongJoong what had happen.

"The fucking royal navy are here and one of them did this to Y/n. i made sure the bastard was dead" Mingi said as I was keeping my eyes on Y/n and making sure no more blood was leaving from him. "Shit, Jongho do what you can. We're not staying here" HongJoong said as he left the bay and started to command everyone to start sailing now. When I manage to stop the bleeding and patch Y/n up. I watch as his breathing was a bit uneven while he groaned in pain.

"Your safe now Y/n, don't you worry about it"

[lawbyrhys]

The Logan Paul v. Coffeezilla Lawsuit: Part Three

Hopefully, this is the last part of this crazy story.

Here's a situation I never thought I'd be talking about, but here we are! Let's dive on in to Logan Paul's huge defamation suit against Coffeezilla.

Let's continue our breakdown of the lawsuit, starting off with a detailed analysis of Paul's attorney's communications with Findeisen.

By the way, I'll be referring to Coffeezilla as Findeisen in my work about this case because that's his legal last name, and I didn't pass the bar and get a BigLaw job to spend my free time dictating the word "Coffeezilla" into my iPhone as I'm stuck in LA traffic. I'm gonna do it the legit way. Sue me, or don't—you know I'll win. ;)

Check back for updates as the case goes on; I will publish them when I have time to work on them. Let's get into the lawsuit as it stands now.

The letter from Jeffrey Neiman is as follows:

"We represent Logan Paul. Mr. Paul has informed us of your outreach about the status of the CryptoZoo buybacks. Mr. Paul remains committed to this process, and we are working with Mr. Paul to evaluate the best way to achieve this goal. In the meantime, please direct to our attention any further inquiries to Mr. Paul. Thank you for your patience and understanding." - Jeffrey Neiman, Paul's counsel.

What may read to you as a typical email reads to the trained eye as bad news; there are two things missing from this email. I write similar emails all the type, so let me point them out to you. There is no plan or timeline for refunds; there is only a vague mention therein. It reads as though there is nothing tangible being done, but Neiman is being paid to assure the public there will be. It's legalese for, "We're stalling like hell."

Even with Neiman's professional assistance, though, Paul still slips up and admits a shit ton of things Tom Kherkher was gearing up to have to prove in court. As we covered in Part 2, Kherker—also known by his lawtube presence as AttorneyTom—is representing a bunch of Paul's dissatisfied fans in arbitration. In doing so, Paul will likely prejudice the defense of his case by what he's admitted in his filings as it pertains to the arbitration. While Paul never admits his CryptoZoo game was a scam, he does admit it has always been "broken beyond belief," a statement any reasonable person would interpret as such. All of this, while not placing Paul as a victim in the process, because even after six months and a $1.8M commitment, it appears little to nothing was actually paid out.

The claims in a defamation suit can be repetitive at times, so I'm keeping it brief; people do not buy there was ever any intent on Paul's behalf to rectify the situation, pending litigation or not, it's an unpopular idea. Findeisen even claimed Paul would use his participation in this lawsuit to stay silent, which is an excuse Paul has already used once before.

This leads us to Paul's third and final claim in the lawsuit, citing a January 5, 2024 video uploaded by Findeisen entitled "Logan Paul's Refund," where it was alleged Paul was a "serial scammer," orchestrating a "massive con," and that he scammed those who bought into his crypto coin venture. The day before the upload, Paul took to X and posted a link with an accompanying announcement that the CryptoZoo buyback system was operational, adding he'd contributed $2.3M of his own cash towards said buybacks. On this same day, January 4th, Paul sued the developers of CryptoZoo. Paul, therefore, alleged that since Findeisen had a bulk of the court documents and associated evidence at his disposal, any characterization alleging Paul to be a scammer was "false and defamatory."

Findeisen pointed out that Paul's refund offer wasn't as it appeared. Yes, Paul was offering a refund, but he was only offering $2.3M out of an estimated sum of $18M in total damages, as well as the stipulation that accepting the refund waives users' legal rights to participate in any further legal action against Paul, including the aforementioned AttorneyTom lawsuits. All things considered, Paul's offer appears more like an attempt to cover his own ass than it is an example of him giving a shit to make things right. Regardless, though, there's no way to get into Logan Paul's head and know his true intentions with the offer, so it's an almost mute point. One thing that can be proven is CryptoZoo never came; Paul promised he'd "make damn sure" it'd come, but it never did.

Interesting to note, but not something I'll spend much time on; Paul cited a lot of Findeisen's research in his own lawsuit against the CryptoZoo developers. The citations are named as "public reports" in that lawsuit, though. Paul filed a defamation lawsuit against Findeisen for spreading false and defamatory information about him, only to turn around and say everything the latter said about him is true. Paul just doesn't like how Findeisen reports on the situation, so he's suing him. It's a junk lawsuit.

An additional fact as it applies to this suit is that courts have already decided the word "scam" as it applies to cryptocurrency is non-verifiable; it can't be proven true or false. Regardless, it's an opinion that Paul is trying to define it beyond what case law, or societal vernacular, allows.

Paul's lawsuit seeks "compensatory damages for harm to his reputation, emotional distress, punitive damages, and an injunction to prevent [Findeisen] from continuing to report on CryptoZoo." All the standard defamation suit, though it's really just a SLAPP suit being passed off as a defamation lawsuit. Regardless, it's going to be a hard case for Paul to win as Findeisen has all the defenses of a defamation suit, and the former would be hard-pressed to actually prove damages regardless of the ruling.

Findeisen has remained silent on the matter; he is letting his counsel do all of the talking for him.

That's where the case stands today. I may provide updates in the future as my schedule allows, as well as share a short part 4 to give my overall thoughts on the lawsuit at hand. I apologize for how long this shit got, but there was a lot to cover, and you asked for an in-depth breakdown. It didn't take me too long to write, so if you like lengthier breakdowns, let me know.

Please let me know your thoughts on this crazy ass case! Do you have any further questions? If so, please do not hesitate to ask. Otherwise, I'll be back with my thoughts as soon as I can.

[man-made-object]

really should've posted this earlier but anyways i have a question

you don't need to read past this to vote but if you do it gives a lot of context. would normally cw this due to being about The Bruise (only the first paragraph has the bad shit; i gave a tldr for this paragraph bc of that) but i actually want people to see and vote on this

how my leg is (contains 2 explicit mentions of self harm)

i'm actually gonna correct myself from the last post, in it i thought my bruise is currently at a stage 3 but rereading definitions it's not, it's still stage 2. i wanted to not mention this but i feel like it's extremely important to say i felt this while i was harming. i do not just feel this randomly. just so we're clear. but earlier i felt pain shoot through a couple bones (one at a time). i'm really concerned about it bc i feel like i shouldn't feel my bones, y'know? also in general it's extremely hard to get up and start moving immediately after resting for a while. granted i've always been resting for more than 30 minutes but i'm sure after any point i get up i'll be limping like i fucked with it all over again

tldr: stage 2 bruising, concerned about severity (depth i guess), hard to move around

how work is

the other thing is that i haven't gone to work in 2 full weeks (insomnia/morning vertigo combo from not having meds left). which is just 4 days but i get paid every week so that's 2 missing paychecks. i love my pathetic little $80-130 paychecks :( but to be fair when i'm there i'm on my feet all day. but i'm also genuinely worried about losing my job so i feel like i should go regardless :')

hospital tho...

if i go to the hospital it's for getting the bruise and leg checked out first of all (doctors can't really do shit for bruises but at least check my bones since i felt them). and maybe get some med refills from her since my psychiatrist and pharmacy both kinda fucked me over this month. and we can also finally talk about my thyroid levels. i'll hopefully remember to get a doctor's note for this week at least, idk if they'd tack the other two weeks on there too or not but it'd be wicked if they did.

however: due to going in for a self harm thing (and the whole "being off my meds" thing) there may be a chance that i get put in a psych ward. which... not ideal, but it's a risk i'm willing to take

there are currently like 6 appointment spots for tomorrow in the chart up for grabs but idk the results yet. if i'm going i'd either have to drive myself (an hour there and back, the bruise is on my driving leg) or get my friend to drive me (absolutely no clue if she's busy or not tomorrow).

[fairymint]

Good Morning! So i probably won't be able to lift my semi-hiatus this year at all. I've been very busy with certain adult issues combined with scheduling Gender Stuff. Not really 'venting' under the cut, but as an FYI and secondary record (although the situation may be very upsetting to know.)

So barely a month in, we've been served a bunch of legal papers saying that the mortgage hasn't been paid- some out of state bank owns this building now. With intent to sell and evict despite it being an entire complex, supposedly. There's no properties available for rent in town that allow pets, so this may put like 60+ households with dogs/cats out on the street for no reason.

There has also been a demand for delay of sale for two months, after which they must serve a 3 month eviction notice since this is a foreclosure; I estimate the tenants here (us) have until about July to move out.

Dealing with all this has been disrupting my sleep schedule. Both my gender clinic and this building's office (along with my bank) conduct business at like 9 fuckin AM, i normally wake up at 4. And, neighbors and random people will loudly gossip outside my window waking me up to boot. (most ppl in town are spreading misinformation b/c they can't understand a packet full of legal jargon. I have to breathe down necks of official staff to get any info, it's like pulling teeth.) I'm tempted to just force myself to stay a morning person tbh.

We do have possible other places to live that don't rely on corporations and mortgages- homeowner buddies that like us personally and wouldn't kick us out for frivolous reasons. But moving by July will suck, especially out of town. By the time we get that done, I have top surgery plans to make this fall and might be out of action then. and we need to buy a car, still.

So yeah, gonna be busy doing everything to prepare for that. I might not even be living in this town by next year. Managing my mental health with insomnia like this has been a little tough, so my brain will start in with evil things pertaining to my RP self-esteem. There's a constant urge to 'Better' my blog despite not having much time or a clear mind to do it, just been sticking to my comfort zone admittedly. I'm a little irritable otherwise about both work and online spaces being so casually demanding in some corners;;; Hopefully the worst of it is over soon and i get a little break from business shit- we're safe for now and should continue to keep being safe. Thank goodness we're financially stable.

[scenekidfancams]

cool shit I found on bandcamp 1: metal/emo/screamo stuff 2/12/23

I usually find stuff on bandcamp and either a. never share it again or b. can't find it again. So I hope this these bi weekly segments (hopefully) segments will help you find and share new tunes :3

DJ Count Olkoth - .​​​.​​​.​​​Welcome to the Dungeon House

this is the most original dungeon synth I have heard. because some fascist white neonazi fucking dnd nerd didn't make it, instead the dungeon synth was made by dj seinfield's friend whos way into bandcamp tape trading, hating religion, bullet belts, and red wine...oh and trve kvlt black metal. known as the "...evidence of the first known Dungeon-House record", this is gonna be in my rotation for a while. the boots and cats and thumpy four the floor house beats are gonna catch me twerking the moshpit. ffo: dj seinfield, Your Arms Are My Cocoon specifically the live songs on Your Arms Are My Cocoon (Deluxe Edition) , and idk funny haha four on the floor beats but with distortion.

buy here ----

Direct copy [3$] (all profits towards artist: Count Olkoth) https://northerndoom.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-to-the-dungeon-house

label copy [1$] https://grimestone.bandcamp.com/album/dj-count-olkoth-welcome-to-the-dungeon-house

Winter Demo 2022 - Every Promise Kept

its nice to seeing a christcore band that's actually not homophobic // transphobic // sexist etc etc and actually practice what they preach. often most Christians can be cringe and often will not call out poor behavior. jay barker (she/they) speaking to no echo "I think there's this assumption that if you're in a Christian band you have to be a hate-monger and that's not the case, three of the five people in this band are trans women, and we're pissed off at the state of the church in America and it comes through in our lyrics." also their riffs high key slaps. also they played in a bookstore with upcoming mathcore outfit callous daoboys so that's also pretty cool.

ffo: zao, focal point, no cure xxx.

buy here ----

merch:

Paid DL - https://everypromisekept.bandcamp.com/album/winter-demo-2022

Mind Goblin - Fall 2021 demonstration

DE straight edge hardcore band band that's also a good deez nuts joke with troll 2 references, hailing from Newark, mind goblin, is a band that will make you scream, laugh and crowdkill a your homies. also some slow screamo and doom metal elements in the mix and you get a spicy meatballa of a band.

DL - https://mindgoblin302.bandcamp.com/album/fall-2021-demonstration

Hate5six footage from Nov 17th 2021 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rJhvt8tsDs&ab_channel=hate5six

The World in Broken Glass - demo 2022

DISCLAIMER: (marcie is in my band bloodstainedeyes and the world in broken glass).

I don't have real words to describe, but holey original, beautiful and holy healing cathartic release. so much potential.

ffo: sysc, midwest screamo, modern queercore.

Paid DL---

never knows best × Garden Angel - Autumn (Single)

garden angel makes some of the most original emo and ambient post-myspace/scene music. she has hooked up with never knows best to make a valentines banger. it reminds me a warm happy times. the lyrics are really super cute. I specifically love the outro

"I smile like an idiot I smile like an idiot I smile for you I smile coz of you"

Also Alice (she/her) needs our help: Tw: abuse