#i also did not give consent for an ai to be made of him

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Dear Eclipse,

Apologies for this being the second question I sent in! Just wanted your random opinions on people who use character ai, I may or may not of went on an ai of you and got adopted-. Also hope you succeed at whatever you plan!

“. . .”

“What?”

[nerdieforpedro]

Empanadas and Chocolate

Part One of Foul Play Series

Javier Peña x Aria Davis (plus size female OC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The meet cute between Javier Peña and Aria. The beginning of everything.

Warnings: Meet cute, adorable vibes, food, curioisity, (we’re safe this part - we had to start somewhere)

Word Count: a little over 1.8k

Notes: My smut fairy was gone for a very long time. Thanks to @magpiepills and a fic called "Aquarius" that she wrote that was all the right kinds of smutty filth, she inspired me to write this. It's from an old WIP I had started but never finished. Now it is in a completely different direction and one I like. She also beta read some (not the whole thing - gotta surprise her 😘). So here we are. Originally posted on A03.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist

Together is what he told you. That you’d go on this journey together and help bring peace to an unsettled country. It’s been eight months and neither the government nor the American agencies involved in trying to take down Pablo Escobar were any closer to ending his reign. What did any of that mean for Aria?

Not much, just looking over the balcony of her small one bedroom apartment provided by the US embassy. Her fiance and her had decided on living separately since they were each entitled to their own places. It seemed like a weird idea at first, but the longer she stayed here, the more sense it made. She wouldn't have to hear him coming and going or worry when he would be home. He rarely was, only to have some mediocre sex, maybe sleep sometimes and leave again citing that he was needed back on the case. Aria sometimes was able to finish on her own, but increasingly she couldn’t even do that, getting tired in the middle of things and giving up to read a book, listen to some music and just sleep. Sleep was what she did best.

It was early yet and the sun was just cresting over the horizon, painting a golden pink across the sky, it was barely six in the morning. One positive for coming here, despite all the violence was the scenery, it was beautiful and so were the people, well those she had met. That was two. She sighed and entered her apartment readying herself for work and headed off to the embassy where she worked as an accountant along with four others in a small office. It was cramped but she got to know them well, all nice, sometimes a little too chatty. Her days were similar, rise, go to work, come home, sometimes see her fiance, fuck, sleep, repeat.

It was on a rare day off during the week where she decided to venture to her favorite little shop down the street. Here she didn’t wear the knee length shirt of buttoned up shirt that fit a little too tight, she could wear a flowing dress with sunflowers on it. It was a gift from an older woman a few doors down. She also often gave her rice, meat, vegetables and other foods, hence why her work clothes didn’t fit as well as they once did. Her build was stocky and dense from head to toe though she did have breasts that stuck out a bit farther than her belly and wide hips so that helped, but in her work clothes she was still self-conscious, she knew it hugged in all of the places good and bad. It was always a button down shirt and skirt. She could get away with a polo shirt or sweater depending on who was in the office but more often than not if their supervisor came in and they weren’t dressed appropriately it was a warning then could progress to a write up. So stupid.

Arriving at the shop, she spied her prizes, empanadas and chocolate cake. She went to order as another person placed theirs, a tall man whose skin had been kissed by the sun, wore dark aviator sunglasses, and had a thick head of hair with a mustache to match. He stood with his hands on his slim hips, a rose pink shirt on with medium wash jeans and what was likely a gun along his back. He was cracking a joke with the señora who ran the shop with her husband. The señora asked for her order again as she had lost her train of thought while looking him up and down.

Unfortunately, it turned out that the handsome stranger had taken the last piece of chocolate cake. Aria pouted but little could be done, she hoped he at least enjoyed it, maybe it was a reward to himself for something that happened that day or week? She just hoped he wasn’t the type to eat a few bites and dispose of it. Taking the three empanadas she ordered, she turned to leave as the señora pointed to her and said her name. Apparently, handsome sunglasses wanted to add empanadas to his order but didn’t tell señora when he got the cake. The accountant had the last of them. He walked over with a smile,

“Disculpe señorita (excuse me miss), could I buy one of the empanadas from you? I just need one.” He asked, almost pleading, how much did he need one? Aria raised a counter offer,

“If you’ll spit half of the cake with me, I’ll give you the empanada at no charge.” She raised a finger. He nodded and waved his hand toward one of the small tables with chairs outside where they could do the exchange. He pulled out her chair for her and Aria thanked him, he said there was no thanks needed, he should be thanking her. He’d been looking forward to the empanadas all week, the señora here makes the best ones. To that, she agreed and pulled out the bag with the rolled and fried goods. Señor brought them plates, some water and napkins, insisting that they eat here. Aria shook her head but aviators nodded and assured her he was alright with it as long as she was, that he would make for good company.

“Alright, let’s exchange and eat. Here.” She took one of the empanadas and placed it on the plate in front of pink shirt. He cut his chocolate cake in half and placed it on her plate.

“Here you go. We’re even.” He chuckled, quickly picking up his newly earned empanada and moaning as he took a bite. “Been thinking about these all day…” His eyes were closed as he chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of the onions, chicken, potatoes and peppers. Aria nodded as she watched his mouth, he smacked his lips before taking another bite and another moan left him. It wasn’t long before she wondered if she should be watching this, it felt like she was intruding on a private moment. She picked up water and downed a few gulps before biting into her own empanada, humming with the flavor.

“Mierda eso esta bien (Shit that’s good).”

Pink shirt had momentarily forgotten that he was sitting in public, with a woman no less. He cleared his throat and drank some sips of his water before muttering sorry to his table mate. She shook her head and told him that the lovely couple who owned the shop would be delighted to know he enjoyed the food that much, plus it was fun to watch him eat. Shaking his head, he asked her how long she had been coming to the little shop and in Columbia in general. Her accent sounded similar to his partner’s - American. She told him eight months in Columbia and six for the shop. It took her a few months to get acclimated at work and to the slower pace. She appeared to indicate that she was enjoying herself but there was a large part he knew she was leaving out: the ring on her left fourth finger. There could be a few reasons she could be leaving out that detail, none of them were good for him. She was definitely easy on the eyes, well scratch that. He found her gorgeous, her smile and laugh and the fair trade was definitely a bonus. He would at least let her know his name before they parted. The city of Bogotá seemed larger than it really was. He learned that she did accounting at the Embassy, he told her that he was with the police - didn’t think she really needed to know he was an agent.

“My name’s Javier, Javier Peña. What’s your’s Mrs?” He finally asked as the stood and disposed of their trash. Her warm smile faded with the question. Did that mean she really was married? Peña wasn’t really up for all the drama that came with that even if she did have hips he wanted to see from the back, a very different angle than he was looking at them now.

“No, no. I’m engaged. It’s…I’m engaged. “ Her nod told him she needed to be convinced she was in fact engaged. Usually engaged couples are supposed to be happy. Not that he wasn’t familiar with how that could burn horribly. It wasn’t his business, though he wondered. “My name is Aria Davis. It’s nice to meet you Javier. Thanks for the cake.” Her smile remained warm, he may see her around at the embassy though he didn’t recall ever meeting her before.

“I see. Well congratulations hermosa (beautiful). He’s a lucky man. Gracias for the empanadas. The señor here makes some of the best ones in Bogotá. I may see you if you come again, I’ll try not to take all the cake this time. I usually don’t eat sweets.” Peña explained, it was true he did not. He’s had another failed raid with no new information found and it would be a day that he forgot to get a new carton of cigarettes. He was on his way to go buy some when he noticed he was passing by señora Hernandez’s tienda (store) so he figured he’d stop in and get the food on the way. He hadn’t eaten all day, plus he’d been meaning to come all week. “Today didn’t go so well so I figured I’d get something on my way.” He paused. Did she walk here?

“Do you need a ride home, Aria?” He tilted his head in the direction of his car to which Aria shook her head.

“Oh no I live close by. Thank you though. I’m going home after this. Just going to relax a bit before work tomorrow.” Aria’s smile didn’t falter and Javier was curious, shouldn’t she be mentioning spending time with her fiancée? He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bent card. He handed it to her and she took it reading it over, her eyes revealed her surprise but she didn’t mention that she’d heard of him. Aria assumed he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Here’s my card just in case. Bogotá is beautiful but can be dangerous. Call me if you need help okay?” The nod and grin that followed made her giggle. “I’ll come running and may speed a bit.” Javier cracked a small joke, it was a bad though but she didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ll remember that Javier. I do pretty well at staying out of trouble though.”

“Trouble has a way of finding people Aria.” Peña took a step closer and spoke in her ear. “Call me Javi. Stay safe hermosa.” With that he turned and walked to his car, getting in and waving to her before putting one hand on the steering wheel and driving off.

Aria was left standing with Javier’s lingering words and his breath on her ear. The food in her belly wasn’t the only thing heating it from within. Peña wasn’t wrong. Trouble had found her.

Part Two

Dipping their empanadas in chocolate for Javi to lick off 🍫: @syd-djarin @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @guelyury

@yorksgirl @indiegirlunited @readingiskeepingmegoing @fhatbhabiee @javierpena-inatacvest

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey Player AU! Captain John Price Headcanons

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Center. Long time captain (obv.), long suffering captain. 1000+ games. Someone get this man a cup already ffs. Defensive offenseman; has like three Selke trophies.

Not a big goal scorer, under reactive cellies, does the stand and point at whoever was the assist. But he does tally a few good assists per year and his cellies for his boys are intense. A little slower these days but will not back down from a crushing hit or dropping the gloves when he makes the occasion call for it. MEAN slapshot.

Leads by example... which... can lead to some crowded penalty boxes- you do NOT cheap shot these guys. They can and will drop the gloves. Price holds his team to the same standards and isn't afraid to enforce it internally. He'll drag Soap out of a pile as many times as he needs to. They play hard and physical, but clean.

Similarly, he wants to hold the league to high standards as well. If he feels there's been too many bad calls by the refs he's ready to cut a check to the league for scalding criticism post game.

Loves his boys so much. Always yelling encouragement on the bench. Would and has run through a wall for them. Physically affectionate. Known to give a little kiss on the cheek during cellies or on the bench 🥹 Gif sets of those are very popular. We love to see it.

He's a hockey veteran though and though, made some deep playoff runs, knows his shit, knows they can win a cup.

His team may be down but they are never out. Do not turn off the game, do not leave the stadium early, because you will regret it. Price will lead the team though the most nail biting comeback you've ever seen. He's fully taken the clipboard from the assistant coach to draw up plays before and it WORKS. Down three with three minutes left? One goal per minute, easy (this is, in fact, not easy).

Gaz is set to be his predecessor for captain. Price could not be more happy about it; he took Gaz under his wing the second he was drafted. Even though their play styles aren't the same, Gaz learns a lot from Price's leadership skills.

The kids think he's trendy with the 'bucket hat'... has to explain it's not.

Not a media favorite. He doesn't use the stock hockey responses and is a little too real. Has accidentally sworn multiple times live on air :( Used to avoid interviews and pressers when he was younger, but once he took on leadership roles he had to make peace with it. He gets asked the 'why are you so pissy' comment that Drai did a couple years ago. Reporter got a death glare for that.

Yet a fan favorite. We can't help it he's so handsome!! Competency is hot!! He's loyal and passionate! What's not to love about him!

Locker room menace- walks around naked and does not give a fuck. Much to the chagrin of the media. (Pls one shot of his ass just one please we're begging you)

Hockey hair status: yes with his facial hair. Keeps the chops shorter during the regular season, but lets it all grow for the playoffs

Roster pic status: he's giving that one face. His promo videos are also 😵‍💫

Mic'd up: he'll do it and knows people like his voice (for some reason?) but he doesn't prefer it

WAG status: has been with the same women for years and years. She enjoys games with the other girls, but doesn't party as much as she used to. His family was SO cute at his 1000th game ceremony 🥹 

His number WILL be retired one day and I WILL cry at the ceremony.

After retirement will stick around to coach, probably after taking a few years off to be with his family.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative. (Read as self insert if you so desire). Hockey Price is somewhat based on my previous fav (now retired) player Mikko Koivu.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Gaz

[callalillywrites]

An Unconventional Pack Part 3

Part 4 / Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Reader / Beta!Ransom Drysdale / Beta!Nick Vaughn

Word Count: ~1475

Summary: Ransom's never been all that lucky in finding a pack unlike his best friend, Angel. He does find some promise with one Alpha though, but even that becomes complicated when he realizes that her hidden other isn't an omega but another beta.

Warnings: abusive parent (Linda), implied past abuse, Ransom Drysdale (sad boy, soft, protective), Nick is a sweetheart, fiercely protective best friend!Angel, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort

A/N: This story was one of the hardest I've had to write so far in this series, and I'm still not sure I'm satisfied with it. Ransom is absolutely a lot softer than I originally intended, but he's what the story ultimately intended. I do heartily recommend reading Their Sweet Omega first because it'll give you more insight into Ransom's characterization for this story. Either way, I do hope you'll enjoy this angst-ridden but happy ending story.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Ransom had forgotten the whirlwind that was Angel when she got something in her head.

The next morning, she made good on her promise. Almost overfull from the hearty breakfast she treated him to, they headed off to her accountant’s office, happy to learn that he’d cleared his schedule that morning for them. After a quick late night text, too, which really surprised Ransom the most.

Dennis Baker wasn’t much look at in Ransom’s mind, especially as an alpha, but the man did seem to have a knack for numbers as Angel claimed. Not only did he find several weaknesses in Ransom’s current spending and saving habits, but Baker also located one of the biggest issues with Ransom’s accounts.

They all had a secondary name that Ransom hadn’t known about. Namely his mother.

Several withdrawals had taken place without his notice until he’d had no choice but to come crawling back to his family for more funds.

With this knowledge and Ransom’s consent, Baker set Ransom up with new accounts with his money transferred without difficulty.

Now, Ransom could focus on fixing his previous spending and saving habits without fear of interference from his mother or anyone else in his family. He could finally have the independence he needed from them.

He would also soon discover just how far Jake would go, too, after Linda cut Angel’s cheek (and messed with Ransom himself). Not only did Jensen find the backdoor from Ransom’s previously linked accounts to his mother’s accounts, but Jake siphoned the stolen funds and replaced them in Ransom’s new accounts. By the end of this, Ransom had a tidy sum in savings again and could even upgrade a couple of things he’d been previously saving towards.

Not only had Angel made good on her promise the following morning by meeting her accountant, but she also took it several steps further. As grateful as he was for all her help, he couldn’t help also feeling like a project to her.

A quick inspection of his kitchen, she set him up with Levinson who had transformed his backyard into a massive garden. Fresh fruits and vegetables of all kinds soon filled his fridge or covered his counters. She also set up delivery for most of the staples he needed in his kitchen.

When he mentioned only having some basic cooking skills, she not only enlisted Levinson but also Jensen and Rogers. To his surprise and even his dismay, Barnes accompanied Rogers a few times as well. Each had their own specialties to help round out his cooking education. That wasn’t to say she didn’t teach him some of her favorite recipes to further round it out.

He no longer had an excuse not to cook at home instead of eating out almost every meal or settling for those overpriced frozen meals that never quite satisfied him.

During this time, Angel and the others made sure to avoid talking about the main subject constantly on repeat in Ransom’s mind. It helped that he didn’t want to talk about it even as it haunted him.

That being Alpha and Nick.

Alpha had called him the day after the gala and left a voicemail. She’d wanted to check on him and see how he was doing, how Angel was doing. There was a promise in her voice that Linda was the one to blame for the events that transpired.

While he knew that, it was nice to have others acknowledge that fact.

For so long, his family would find ways to turn it back on him and make him believe he’d been the guilty party. After all, they liked having him as the black sheep, the scapegoat for all their troubles and woes. At least when they bothered to acknowledge him at all.

At the end of Alpha’s voicemail, she did ask for a chance to explain herself, to apologize for holding back where Nick was concerned.

A part of him wanted to reach out and let her do just that. A bigger part of him wanted to never hear from her again. He didn’t see the point in letting this go any longer, only to find himself disappointed or worse, heartbroken.

Fate, on the other hand, had other things to say on this matter.

While working in one of the best men’s clothing shops, his boss came to him one day. They had a new customer there to pick out a new suit and possibly some other pieces of attire. His boss asked him to handle the new customer while they continued to work with one of their pickier regulars.

Grabbing up his tape measure and a notepad, Ransom strode towards the fitting area his boss indicated. He tapped on the doorway, then drew back the curtain to let himself in.

“How can I…” His words faded as he glanced up and came face-to-face with Nick.

Nick’s hands immediately came up in a nonthreatening gesture. “I swear I’m not stalking you. I didn’t know you worked here, and I will leave if you’d like me to.”

Oh, Ransom wanted him to. He really wanted him to. It was on the tip of his tongue to send Nick running from the store with whatever scathing remarks he could come up with first.

But he couldn’t do it.

No matter how much Nick and Alpha might have him in knots, Ransom also knew that his boss wouldn’t be happy to lose whatever money they might gain from this sale. Let alone another valuable customer from what little Ransom knew of Alpha and Nick’s finances.

From the list his boss had given him, the sale would also bring a nice commission on top of Ransom’s normal salary.

“I am capable of being professional,” Ransom said at last.

Nick met Ransom’s gaze for a moment, then nodded.

Their session resumed in relative silence with only a few instructions given from time to time.

Anxiety and possibly a hint of yearning laced Nick’s scent though Ransom did everything he could to ignore it. He was there to do a job, not get himself mixed up further with him or Alpha.

From Nick’s measurements, Ransom gleaned information he kept telling himself he didn’t want to know. Their similar builds appealed to him in ways he didn’t want to ever admit aloud or to himself. They both had paler complexions, which meant they’d get away with wearing similar colors. Another fact that both intrigued and annoyed Ransom to no end.

With each measurement, his handwriting grew shakier as though it took all his concentration to just keep himself from giving in to his inner beta. The beast wanted nothing more than to find a place he belonged, to have others claim him and want him as he’d always wanted to be desired.

Unknown to him, his own scent had shifted to match Nick’s though his yearning level was a bit greater than his anxiety at the moment.

It wasn’t lost on Nick, either.

Nick waited until Ransom prepared to leave the area in search of some samples to try out by finally saying, “I hope I didn’t overstep that night with your mother. I was only trying to help. So was Contessa. I am sorry, and I know she is, too.”

“My family is infamous for playing games. I grew up on them. You fell right into Linda’s that night, but you weren’t the fool. I was.” Ransom let out a huff of laughter, a self-deprecating sound even to his ears. “For all my family’s expertise and my own, I never expected to fail to see the moves you and Contessa played against me. I must congratulate you both on besting me as you did.”

Ransom left before Nick could respond.

It was just as well in Ransom’s mind. He would collect his commission as long as Nick wasn’t offended enough to walk out, and then he’d never see Nick or Alpha again. It would be best for everyone involved.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

When he returned to the fitting area with some samples, Ransom couldn’t say if he was disappointed or happy to find Nick still waiting there. Maybe a bit of both.

This time, Nick didn’t give him the chance to respond, stepping off the small platform they used for measuring clients. He closed the space between them until Ransom’s back brushed against the area’s side. His hand came up, but Nick stopped short of actually touching Ransom.

“You’re not some game to Contessa and me,” he said softly yet so earnestly that Ransom wanted to believe him. “I know it seems like we were, but we’re both serious about getting to know you more. Give us a chance to prove it. One dinner is all I ask, then you’re free to never see us again. Please?”

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

[avatarpabu97]

On the subject of age for Betty and Simon and by some extension Marceline.

The wiki timeline clearly states that Simon was born forty four years before the mushroom war started. Clearly putting him at forty four.

Marcy was four years before the war clearly making her four.

They were 45~47 and 5~7 respectively when they met. The s5 episode 14 made it clear they were 47 and 7 at point in time and according to the official Enchiridion suggest that Marcy was about 5 or 6 when they met.

Age has always been concrete when lore was introduced and involved with the series.

Betty’s age is vague. Like the crew didn’t know what to put down for it quite yet. The Wiki putting her birth 20 to 40 years before the Mushroom.

The season 8 episode 1 where She’s infected the crown with her AI presence makes it sound they met when their both students and then the season 10 episode 11 makes you think they were both doctors at that point because of Betty’s trip where we assumed that was her apartment.

Then F&C episode 8 gives us the perspective of her being pre grad which depending on the profession being pre grad can put you anywhere to late 20s and early 30s. With Betty being a fan of Simon’s work who is an established doctorate but is treated poorly by the students he’s at lecture for. Which leads others to believe he’s a new doctorate.

And from what I can research it’s possible for undergraduates to publish work just not to larger journals. So realistically Betty can be a couple years younger then Simon and read his older work in smaller journals and by the time he has more experience he’s posting in bigger journals and she nearly ready to graduate.

Apparently from what I’ve gleaned undergrads can give lectures so it’s possible the library wasn’t the first time they met. We also have to take in the account of Betty possibly starting her studying much later. Instead of doing school right away or taking breaks during certain semesters. And the possibility of Simon being such a genius he graduated early from his school and studies he was much younger then normal to gain a doctorate.

The wiki also makes it vague how long ago Betty’s Trip was before the Mushroom war 5 to 10 years. But they discovered the enchirdion at 5!years before the mushroom war. Simon also found the crown 1-2 year before the war. But the timeline pre mushroom seems to be inconsistent given the nature of the show’s not really thinking of lore and history until after season 4 it’s hard to conclude unless we get word from god what Betty’s age is.

In conclusion I don’t know what to do about their age. What I have seen and can infer is that Betty is at least 4 years younger then Simon or close to age with him. They we’re together for somewhere between 5 to7 year as I’ve seen other on Reddit point based on how long it takes to publish books and work. He was never her teacher but Betty was definitely a fan of him. Possibly reading is work when Simon was still a student and didn’t get a breakthrough or respect until Enchiridion. Which he wanted to Share the glory with her. And he did respect her. She didn’t truly put her career on hold more like centered it around Simons because she was such a fan of his and in love that neither noticed until it was to late.

Interpert the relationship as you will. They are both consenting adults with an ambiguous age gap. That the writer don’t seem to want to confirm or wish to confirm as they expand the story of Adventure Time. Their is a lot of nuance that many are not considering when it comes to schooling and life in general because my sister herself started school for a teaching degree when she was about 19 which did put on hold because of life. She is in her mid thirties now going backwards to school until a year ago.

So do with this as you will.

[kitkatt0430]

10 & 17 for the Salty Ask Game please <3

10.) Most disliked arc? Why?

For the Flash specifically I did that one here

Over on the Legends I had a number of disliked arcs too.

First off? I really hate the repeated bullying arcs.

S1, they bully Mick and then are shocked, shocked I tell you, when he betrays them for a better deal.

S2, they bully Mick again and then are completely mystified how past!evil!Len manages to manipulate him away from them so easily.

And then they finally stop bullying Mick just in time for Gary to show up and oh hey let's bully the shit out of this guy now.

Gary being an alien pretending to be a jewish human was antisemitic not least of all for reeking of the lizard conspiracy bullshit. >_<

Gideon turning into a human and only truly being 'welcomed to the crew' at that point and immediately getting a romantic/sexual awakening arc. It might have been interesting if Gideon ultimately decided she preferred being an AI, instead of some weird modern day little mermaid type nonsense, but no. She was a person before she became a human, but I really feel like the plot treated her like she was only now a person because she shed her fins and grew legs lost her Waverider shell and took on human form.

17.) Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

So, so many instances, I could probably get asked this question a dozen times and have a dozen different answers and still not have exhausted the things I'd have done differently with my fav fandoms.

Um... to just pick one for now... I would have done Cisco's exit from the show differently. Carlos was leaving the show, there was no keeping the character, but there was a chance to have Cisco exit the show in a way that really honored the character.

So the thing with Frost's arrest in S7 could have opened up an arc about ARGUS not honoring their deal with Team Flash about how the meta cure would be handled. Cisco takes this personally and investigates into how the CCPD had (illegally) acquired the 'cure', which could have had him working with Cecile on one side to sue the city for - amongst other things - violating Cisco's patent on the drug itself by manufacturing it without a license and illegal experimentation on inmates by forcing the meta cure on metahuman criminals without their consent. Meanwhile bring in Lyla for a bit as she had no idea that the cure had been essentially stolen from ARGUS and she's there to work with Cisco on the other end of things to find out where the leak in ARGUS is coming from and of course they find a small part of the problem but not the whole thing. And while the Central City side of the story would get wrapped up as a half-season thing, maybe with Cecile doing some lingering legal work in the second half of S7, Cisco feels obligated to continue working with ARGUS to find all the stolen cure and lock down the leak within the organization.

Maybe Cisco feels guilty because something he created to help himself remove powers that actively hurt him - migraines and the like from his visions, not that amatonormative BS the show gave us as justification in S5 - is now being used to harm people by taking away their powers without their consent. But also revealed an underground movement of metas whose powers they do want gone because they're afraid of meta-human trafficking or their powers suck or they just want to be normal and Cisco wants to give them the same right to chose that he did. So his decision he can do more good with ARGUS doesn't come out of nowhere.

It'd dovetail nicely with Kamilla getting the chance to focus more on her art in Star City and the two of them choosing to leave Central City together, since Lyla would want Cisco working with her specifically at her Star City location.

It would have also given the whole 'Barry having issues with SF!Nora' plot a chance to be something other than Barry's loved ones treating him like he's being unreasonable for having his trauma triggered regarding his mom's death and the Speed Force's previous mistreatment of him. With everyone being so tied up in really important things - even Iris is busy reporting on the city side of the meta cure scandal - Barry doesn't want to bother any of them with the SF making him feel uncomfortable just because she doesn't respect his boundaries. He's just making a mountain out of a molehill, right? He and Chester and Allegra can totally handle the new Forces thing on their own.

And then Cisco leaves and the SF!Nora + new Forces situation promptly explodes in everyone's face.

[oldeubagel]

(This is copy pasted from a post on Deviantart, so please go check that post as well.)

God, I cannot believe that I'm having to do a post like this but here we go.

Stop talking about Olympanic to me, I beg you all to stop talking about Olympanic to me and begging for I to continue the story.

If you follow me on other social medias (specially tumblr) you already know about this type of annoyance I've been dealing with for the past weeks. A user on tumblr (who I will not reveal the name so they don't get harassed) made various posts about me and olympanic, saying how much they want olympanic back, telling peoples to "block and report" me for deleting my sport mascot related artworks from tumblr and even saying that "Do Gods fight?" A project that I'm working on with friends of mine, is a "rip off" of Olympanic.

I will first of all say that I would never know about this situation if a tumblr anonymous on my inbox didn't say it, and I thought that that after expressing my annoyance with this situation and various peoples coming to give a tap on that users shoulders, telling him to stop and respect my decisions, they would just hear them and stop that tantrum of theirs, aparently not really. Some days later when I posted some reef sheets of my ocs, they started to comment EVERY DAY about Olympanic and how much they wanted the fancomic back, that lasted 3 days since I was already so tured of that bullshit I just blocked them in the third day. And again, I thought it would end on that, I thought that peoples would have the decency and the maturity to leave that piece of crap of a fancomic alone. Guess I was wrong, again.

Yesterday a complete different user (who will also not have their name revealed) came into my profile and on the last Olympanic page posted, saying that peoples should finish olympanic "line by line", after a couple of replies they just said "Are you uwilling to give this cliffhanger of a story to people who are more passionate thab you with the sole purpose of finishing it? Wasn't that a win-win?" I answer them "No. And I'm tired of hearing about Olympanic", two minutes later the user replied "I'll take it as a 'yes but as long as you don't spam me about this or I'll block you. Laters!' Done deal and here we go!" When №1 I never consented to them to do that and №2 I literally answered them "no".

Then when I right fully answered them asking what did they mean with that, they said they would just fille the story with AI (which if you ask me, it goes alot against with what that user said about passion for the project, if your really passioned about something, you wouldn't be lazy and use generative ai) and also started comparing my fancomic to the artwork "Unfinished painting" by Keith Haring saying, hell they even made a youtube community post, A FUCKING YOUTUBE COMMUNITY POST and sended me the link of that, saying "it's not like someone took Keith Haring's unfinished work and just filling it with AI, right?", I don't even have words to explain how fucking annoyed I am honestly.

I'm getting genuinely tired, it's not even funny anymore, I stopped Olympanic for a reason, one of them was that it wasn't no longer fun working on that shit, amd I wish peoples could comprehend that. It's so annoying opening my notifications and seeing peoples whine and beg about that fancomic, I'm so tired and I feel like losing my mind for good.

About giving Olympanic to someone else to work on, it would only be someone I already knewd and trusted, and not some random DA user who seens to (no offense) have maggots eating their brain since they cannot comprehend a "No" and take it as a yes "Yes".

I'm angry, I'm tired and I want peoples to leave me alone with this shit.

Have a horrible weekend, I don't care.

[hanasnx]

some updates while i’m here. i miss you! whether you’re a casual enjoyer of my blog & i see you in my notes, or my mutuals, or my followers, i’ve been thinking of you :) rare vulnerable moment i do cherish this blog and all your well wishes. thank you very much. i was right, typing is a huge strain and taking a break has been very good for my hands, so i’m going to keep at it.

some things:

don’t be afraid to keep sending me asks! they’re a great joy to me, i love seeing a notif in the inbox. i’ve gotten a fair few already that i’m excited to respond to when i can come back.

i did post a fred weasley drabble and not that i have to explain myself but i wanted to say i’ve been watching the harry potter movies. i’ve never seen them in their entirety, and the earlier ones have always been christmas movies in my house so to speak so i figured id give them a fair shot. i did read the books, and i’ve seen bits and pieces of the movies (hence my interest in fred weasley when i was a tween, but seeing him again made me wanna write for him for the first time in years)

also! a very kind anon told me earlier that my response to someone wrongfully making an ai chat bot of my content was an overreaction. it was “not that deep,” i believe was the colloquial term used. so the inherent content theft of ai invading free creative spaces is solved everyone! well done! very special thanks to the anon that let me know i was overreacting towards something i am passionate about and had a strong feeling towards! wow :) i never would’ve seen it like that. genuinely i am sorry anon that you’re ugly irl and your mommy doesn’t love you, which is why you feel like you can’t have a backbone over certain things. maybe you should stop consuming the free content creators provide on tumblr because you feel so secure in criticizing the selfless service <3 it’s giving: “im an old bigot that thinks ppl must be talentless and stupid when they work at mcdonald’s, but i’m still going to eat the food from there.” you’ve been blocked btw so you’re not offended by my use of free will when making free content on the internet for your grubby little hands to get a hold of and your smooth brain to criticize my right to share my personal opinions.

because the internet is the way it is, getting “hate” online has never really bothered me since i’ve always been a person with a large enough platform for years. it’s very easy for me to ignore and block and never answer whoever has decided to send some worthless hate message. which is probably why i almost never get hate anymore but it does happen occasionally. this was different since it wasn’t an attack on me per se, more so someone trying to admonish me for having a fair reaction towards something offensive. so i’m here to tell you it’s alright to treat strangers on the internet as strangers. you’re allowed to reinforce boundaries. you’re allowed to tell people you do not appreciate their actions towards you, and don’t leave room for argument. i am a very direct person, which means i told that person firmly that they needed to delete that ai chat bot they made of my au without my consent. and i did it without remorse. and i was told “it wasn’t that deep.” well it was. and it is. it is that deep because it’s deep to me, and i know it’s something that happens to others and it is that deep to them too. so what’s the problem in it being that deep? there is none :) let things be deep. be sincere. it is very important.

also if you make ai chat bots without creator’s consent when using their content you’re a piece of shit and doing a disservice to the very person you’re trying to exalt. take a step back and reevaluate how ai harms your interests rather than progresses them as well as the creators you claim your respect and cherish. you’re a victim of propaganda, my friend! and i prolly wouldn’t have made this post if anon hadn’t said anything. so maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut since they didn’t wanna see shit like this so bad lmfao

now that that’s out of the way, i am sending wet fat sloppy kisses to everyone’s lips tell me when you receive them

[catinheadlights]

PSA: The pet game Sylestia uses AI generated "art".

Sylestia has been using AI generated assets for a long while now, and I decided to write this up because I'm not sure how well known this is among the remaining playerbase (not that I think many of them are gonna read this but I guess it's here now if they care to). Krinadon (site owner/admin) has explicitly said this in a mass PM before, screenshot and examples below context.

Context: This was a mass PM from late 2022 sent to a large section of the playerbase with a long list of allegations against different users. Some of the claims were blatantly petty and others were seemingly serious but in reality extremely shaky. Some players receiving the PM had no involvement in any of the perceived antagonism, and not everyone receiving it was in some kind of clique like the wording in the Glaselk section would suggest. Krin was largely complaining that people were criticizing him and Faiona (other owner/admin) in a private discord server, of which a handful of people sent him screenshots. For transparency, I committed two apparent crimes: one was assuming the AI assets were made by people, and in a private discord server, criticizing the decision to update them over focusing on more important parts of the site. The second was complaining about the shitty stereotypical "Pow Wow Costume" (since renamed but otherwise unaltered) and associated clothing items in its set, as well as the name of the "Wild Wendigo Morkko" theme. As far as Krin complaining that people think he was giving Glas special treatment... well, if you know, you know. No clue if they even play anymore, but you all know that harassment is bad already, so don't do that. I didn't edit that section out of the screenshot because idk if that'd be seen as suspicious or something.

[Image ID: A screenshot of a private message from Krinadon on Sylestia titled "Official Player Conduct Warning (1 of 2)". The last section of the message says the following: Experience Orb and Magical Pie Art: No, no artist time was spent nor wasted on these assets. No, we did not divert any site resources to the specific creation of these assets. We were learning and testing with artwork created by AI and these were our initial test projects. The end results actually ended up being pretty decent, so we decided to use them. No, we are not going to replace any artists with AI artwork. However, we most definitely are looking to supplement where we can so that our artists can continue working full time on more important projects. I think that we are aware of how to properly budget our time and resources. We have been doing this for a decade now. And yes, our artists are aware that we are using AI artwork. /.End ID]

Now, I think the first thing I should point out is that the artists knowing the site uses AI doesn't necessarily mean that they like the decision. I don't know the artists personally, but I do know that at least one of them has, unsurprisingly, posted about not liking AI art.

Secondly, it wouldn't be fine even if the site artists loved AI, because as it is, it's unethical to use regardless. The training data is artwork scraped from the internet without consent from the creators. No amount of promising that you won't replace human artists will erase that. Informing the site artists that you're using AI won't erase that.

Here are the confirmed AI official assets (descriptions in alt text):

(The orb pic is comically large because they kept it at >500x500 for a while and I saved it)

Additionally, there are background items that are almost definitely AI generated:

Some have glaring issues while others may be less obvious, but when comparing them to the art styles in other items, the difference is apparent, and is not explained by having multiple artists and the seeming lack of a style guide.

There were also several coloring contests with obviously AI generated lineart:

And also official threads where players were to design pets based off of AI generated images. These ones were from the faelora design raffle during the 2023 spring festival:

If you're not convinced they're AI, the images on the thread were hosted by Sylestia's server's and reverse image searching didn't turn up any matches. They would never commission these, and they didn't just take them from another site. They were generated for the raffle.

Do not support this site. The are so, so many games made by people that actually respect artists.

[annes-room]

✨ April 30, 2024

now that the semester is finally over, I want to reflect on it and the courses I took :) I did a first impressions post back in January for comparison

🧮 stats: probably my favourite and easiest class! my prof was so kind and caring about us 🥹 even if he was asked a question that seemed trivial or basic, he never made the student asking feel dumb, he answered patiently and with detail and made students feel listened to. he gave extra information leading up to our exams so we knew exactly where to go and what to expect for the format. and his emails to say "marks have been posted" would just have that in the subject line with no body. such a king in every sense of the word 👑 I hope I get him as a prof again

🎬 film studies: my next favourite class! another iconic prof in the FS department here, he's everyone's favourite 🤩 I learned a lot about different eras of cinema and other kinds of national cinema from other countries that I hadn't known about and some of the cultural/social/economic influences that surrounded their cinema movements. I'm still not a fan of French New Wave or other art house cinema, but that's okay, I still enjoyed seeing how it impacted so many other movements

♀️ women and gender studies: I think this was my most interesting class. I've never taken a WGS class before and didn't really know what to expect content wise, but wow my mind was kinda blown! we talked a lot about the legal side of consent which I wasn't too familiar with beforehand so I found that part really interesting 😊 also, it was this prof's first time teaching and I think he did an pretty good job, but could give better feedback on assignments

💻 compsci (ethic in data science and ai): I LOVED the content of the class, but the prof for it was definitely my least favourite 😡 she was constantly late to class (5-10 mins) and was a bit snide towards students at times :/ but I did put all of that in the anonymous end-of-term feedback surveys 🤭 the most unexpected thing I learned in class were all of the different statistical definitions of fairness and the fact that you cannot have more than 3 satisfied at the same time! I was telling my parents about them and they seemed quite fascinated with it as well :)

overall I think the semester went really well (asides from being sick during part of it), and I feel like my brain has definitely grown 🧠

[teslafactory]

okay but for real though @dekastelein

November 2023:

he made an apology video 2 weeks after the video dropped claiming he didn't do any of that stuff on purpose and wasn't planning to throw nick under the bus for the plagarism present in their scripts. he also claimed to have reached out to everyone he wronged and have been pardoned by them, and that he would make amends by giving the ad revenue of his apology video to hbomberguy's fund for everyone he had wronged. he then turned his patreon back on at the very start of December so that people would be charged at the start of the next billing cycle. then in january (2024) he did a follow up apology for some reason less tearfully restating the same points from the first video, but also saying he didn't want to scam people out of patreon money, he had simply turned it back on so they could 'choose to unsubscribe'.

silence for 2 months, then in early march (2024), his twitter account

posted a scheduled tweet which said 'if you are reading this i am dead' and apologised to nick and everyone he had wronged. everyone naturally freaked out about this, so hbomberguy and kat lo (his producer) arranged a welfare check for him. people tweeted at nick, who told us that the last he heard, there was no reason to worry and james was fine. james's main twitter account was then manually deleted, so most people took it as a sign he was still alive, but others were @ing hbomberguy and calling him a murderer (!), hbomberguy decided not to reveal that he was still alive for reasons which shall become obvious

another 2 months pass. in march 2024, lady emily tweets that as many people have discovered, james somerton recently started revealing his face and unfiltered speaking voice on a tiktok account which had previously been narrated by an ai avatar and voice. this account shared the same username as an alt twitter account he had, which was active throughout 2024, and had been rebranded as @TheAchilleanBoy

(and I believe, later, thatgayyouknow)

there was another alt account (Mikey_JB90)

which somerton rebranded the day (or week?) after the suicide tweet had gone up on his main. this is the thing which people have been joking about, because he stole some nudes from an onlyfans account and posted them as if they were his own/his alias's, with the caption 'i make porn!'. it seems some people are still under the impression that somerton posted his own nudes, which would certainly be funny, but there's now a consent issue involved with it

yes he was posting fully aware of this the whole time

somerton had been searching his name up and defending himself throughout 2024, including in the replies of todd in the shadows' tweet about his plagarism, where he claimed that the specific thing todd was complaining about 'reeked of his co-writer', therefore, at last, throwing nick under the bus (and also misgendering them)

here are other posts about it with screenshots and more detail on tumblr [X]

explaining those tweets

'somerton's misogyny is so core to the shit he does'

kat lo's statement after this came to light: 'accountability is complex for online figures'

(i.e, there will be no follow-up video made by hbomberguy about this situation). the 'iceberg' the tweet was referencing

jessiegender [X] [X]

'he knew it was plagarised. he doesn't care'

somerton copyright striking a fair use video during his fake death

sillies: [X] [X]

'telos was a greek mythology reference? this whole time i thought it was an anagram for stole' (tumblr user funky-sea-cryptid)

[officeobject]

AI images takes up a lot of energy.

Your local 9 year old is genuinely a better option for getting images.

Benefits:

- Won't take a lot of energy from planet

- Unique style

- Will make it prettier

- Can probably draw what you want

- Smart enough to not need you to correct a billion times before giving up

- Easy to pay (or not)

- Easy to convince to get free art from

Source: I know at least one 9 year old.

That being said, I've of coursed used AI to make art for me (when I wasn't busy giving up or getting frustrated), because it's free and won't require me to socialize with people, but not only did I learn about the fact that AI art takes up a lot of energy, but also, here are some downsides:

- Most AI art generators are made from other's art but without their consent

- It probably looks ugly AF

- It's probably not in the style that you wanted 😐

- It's probably not even that accurate to what you wanted but your standards got lowered enough 👍

- It probably looks fake AF

- It looks off

- There's probably some mistakes that you've prayed to God that people won't realize

- It's probably just off enough for it to be frustrating

- You had to go through talking to some AI that clearly wasn't meant to be a chatbot

- The entire process of getting something that is just about accurate enough

- You can't feature it in art things, it's basically just "yeah, kinda like this" type of stuff

- Picrews exist and are more fun, 100% free, and you won't get as much frustration + the artwork was made by a human artist for you to do stuff with + most have reasonable rules

- You get existential

- It really feels like you're talking to a robot

- The AI will probably forget previous requests

So, since AI art = bad no matter what ...

Draw my OCs 😐 (in reality, art takes a lot of energy, and typically has love and a thought-process - it's an action done by another human being to you, and to be what you want it to be, and it can cost things financially, and most artists are underappreciated and/or underpayed, so a fair payment is fair, plus, some don't even ask for much, or you can just convince a 9 year old to draw a dog for you or whatever - that being said, I should still get free art 😎).

I have many OCs that one could draw, some would even be fun to draw again (and by that I mean "fun for me to see drawn again"), but the ones I got AI images of to show what they looked like, before I realized how crap that AI art is, are probably a great start.

I know I have a local 13 year old who is willing to draw for free for some reason (I don't know, I also ask him wtf), but like, he's rarely online, and 13 year olds can be talented and not act like typical teens, so if I HAVE to socialize with someone new, a 13 year old would probably be best - also because I can't seem to fecking talk to most people, properly, and I SERIOUSLY don't wanna talk to people, but if someone reaches out to me and gives free art, I ain't gonna say "no".

In return for free art, I can give:

- Nothing. Dude, I'm asking for free art, the rational response would be to just ignore my account.

- The permission to platonically simp for me (I mean you already have that, but it's hard not to want it when getting to know me, LOL).

- I don't know, a virtual sandwich or something.

[nerdieforpedro]

One Failed Search - Security Log Drabbles

Part of the Secret Springs Creative Shenanigans

Frankie Morales x Chloé Thomas (plus size AFAB OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Lieutenant Chloé Thomas is trying to investigate Frankie Morales - the Harvey Air pilot that she can barely find information on. It does not go well, or perhaps it did?

Warnings: Jokes and puns, fluff, food reference, very bad nicknames, an angry and flexible York, implied smut? (That came early), double M’s, our pilot being a menace, lots of ass and sass, a sprinkle of Spanish, anxiety, crime listings

Word Count: over 2.3k (Drabble? I mean, it’s what I told myself originally.)

Notes: I decided to make it a personal log because that made me giggle the most, I apologize in advance @secretelephanttattoo but you do have two M’s so we’ll call it even. Possible guest mentions (they didn’t ask and neither did I but I thought of them and then stuck cute things in the graphic so here we are) of @goodwithcheese @maggiemayhemnj and @tinytinymenace

You’ll find yourselves. 😎 ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks to @megamindsecretlair and @soft-persephone for listening to me babble about it. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @fhatbhabiee for the Spanish. I may use what I asked later.

Main Masterlist/ Frankie Morales Masterlist

My name Chloé Thomas - head of Top Flight Security for the Secret Springs resort. I would write this out but the thought of annoying York with the sound of my voice delights me greatly. I’m starting my little bit of fun now. That's funny because my code name used to be siren because…wait.

Anyway, I’ve just finished messaging York again about final preparations for security of the Secret Springs resort. He is still refusing the red short-shorts, I told him that the guys work out to stay fit, why can’t they show it off a little? We might even want to think about a calendar at some point, this was a joke, but Dave got mad. I told him he could put a pair to sport around for his Lady Gouda Cheese and he promptly messaged me back in all caps, “DO NOT MENTION HER AT ALL. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU GIVING HER IDEAS!!!” He used all sorts of angry emojis but I know that he’d do it for her. He also said not to call her that nickname but it’s a fancy cheese. I think. She also has a thing about ties and leather jackets. I never gave her ideas. He blames me, but she tells me what she has him do. I didn’t know York was that flexible. Good for him I say, also it explains why he doesn’t want anyone touching his neck.

Everyone has their kinks. Mine seems to be voices and hands. A strange combination. I also found another one - broad men.

Correction - this is about one such man. The pilot of this charter plane for Harvey Air. I swear it was only because I couldn’t find any information on him other than his name, his date of birth, nationality and current address. It sounds like plenty but I’m usually able to see past work history, convictions or court cases, financials and such. He has none. It’s all blacked out. Dave said he vetted him but it’s still strange. The mayor’s Pooka Shells (her main squeeze Marcus Pike) and Silver Rim (her second squeeze Marcus Moreno - they’re still workshopping his code name. She said she would let me know the final one. Gotta tell the difference between those Marcus’s) both vouch for this man.

It makes me more curious, which is why I spoke very kindly to the flight attendant and she let me slide by into the cockpit. I think she was too busy trying to flirt with a man who had been wearing a flannel shirt but took it off and now he’s in a white t-shirt. We haven’t taken off yet and the pilot isn’t here so I poke around, maybe there’s a clue.

I’m caught red handed, bent over laying on my stomach over the seat because I’m too damn short, trying to reach a small duffle bag next to the pilot’s chair. “Can I help you Miss? And careful standing up, you might give me more of a show than you already are.”

I freeze, embarrassed that I’m not only caught but might have my ass out. Mayor El said, ‘Wear a dress, you’ll look pretty in pink.’ I mean, yes I do and I love how I look in fuchsia but I don’t want to show the man my cheeky undies, no matter how much I like that they’re peach and match my bralette. I lean back and put a hand carefully on the control panel? I forgot to ask him what it’s actually called. I don’t stand up yet because I feel a little too much air on the back of my thighs and it feels like he could already see my drawers or will be soon.

“I’m going to reach under your arms and lift you up. That alright Miss?” The pilot asks and I agree. I’m horrified, how he’s going to be touching me and feeling my arms. He might not even be able to and then we’re both going to be on the floor in this cramped space and might delay the flight. God I’m going to hear about this from the Mayor, York and everyone. His tone thus far has been one of concern, I’m not sure why, I was trying to go through his stuff. To be honest, I kinda just want to lie here and not face him, I’ve never had a good poker face and I’ll likely have my mouth open from his resonant voice. My body is a different type of tense now.

Surprisingly, I’m up on my feet while I’m still working out how I’m going to get off the floor when we both fall. We did not. His hands are sitting underneath my arms for a few moments before he retracts them. I turn to face him and it’s horrible. Just the worst possible outcome.

One of his large hands is on his chin. He’s wearing a hat that says, ‘Standard Heating Oil’ and it’s covering onyx curls that frame his face and circle the back of his neck. Stroking the scruff on his cheeks, he asked me a question and I could only respond, “Run that by me again please.” His eyes are the color of my favorite flavor - chocolate. Damn it all to hell. His scant file did not have a photo, he is a beautiful man who has a slight scowl on his face.

He sighs and repeats, “I said I’m the pilot and is there a reason you’re in my seat trying to get my bag?” Very good question. Important question. At this point, I should have gave it a moment and then responded but I did not. Because, well I am me.

“I didn’t know pilots came that broad or strong. What do they feed you? Sure it isn’t some deluxe hearting oil?” There have been many moments in life where I have wanted to hide under a blanket or lock myself in a room. This is a whole new level and I need to be in a padded room. The only blessing is that instead of kicking me out of the cockpit, he laughs. I’m not embarrassed, I’m way past that. Who needs shame when his entire face has brightened? Good thing my emotions tend to change quickly.

The booming sound of his laugh coupled with him throwing his head back and holding his chest, enables me to have a small grin. I’ve made him laugh, I might be able to distract him a bit more. Slowly, I move toward the door and at his side. Frankie steps past me and picks up his bag. It has his wallet, a guide book to the Secret Springs, cell phone and a water bottle. “Am I cleared Lieutenant?” His question makes my eyebrows raise, he has a shit-eating grin. “I know you’re in charge of security. Both Marcus’s told me.” Pooka Shells and Chrome Rim or Silver Dollar - whatever the Mayor actually calls him, I’ll shake the both of them when I get there.

“I see. So they told you my title, did they tell you my name Francisco?” I cross my arms and lean my weight back on my right leg. A stance I use when I’m trying to seem pissed, really I’m hiding my shock. Apparently, I truly am easy to read and he puts the bag down and his hands up. Messing me, I might be a bit pissed now.

“Surprisingly, they did not. Said you’d get mad if they mentioned it. They weren’t supposed to know your name is but it was…teased out of the Mayor. Not sure which one did it.” My hands are over my face. Dammit Mayor….bad enough they know and they can get information out of you. It should be fine, maybe. That’s something I’ll need to follow up on.

“Just, not everyone needs to know. We’re going to have plain clothes guards to ensure safety at the resort. I’ll go back to my seat now. Sorry for trying to look through your things. I don’t like unknowns. Your file was scant and even though the double M’s, York and the Mayor said things were fine-“

“You trust but verify. Understandable. More people should. Well lieutenant,” Morales crosses his arms and takes a step toward me. “You’re welcome to sit in here with me. I can fly this bird without your help, but you seem interesting company teniente (Lieutenant).” His sizable palm pats the backrest of the co-pilot’s seat and snort. Why did I snort?! I avoid that even when I laugh really hard. Dangerous, but I sat down anyway. I was invited after all.

The flight over is smooth as butter, with the exception of a spot of turbulence and landing the plane, I didn’t notice the time go by accept it was too short. And that Frankie mutters while on the ascent and descent and it nearly has me arching my back in my seat. Thankfully I did have a silver of composure and fiddled with my headphones. All the guests are off the plane so I exit with Frankie and the flight attendant who is despondent that Surly Flannel (I didn’t call him this to his face. His resting face is a disapproving glare) has not agreed to see her after disembarking. Instead, he meets a woman who’s holding a boom box and they laugh about a flower. I didn’t get to hear what kind.

The Mayor competes her speech with one Marcus on each side, everyone is excited and there don’t seem to be any reports of thief, violence or the like so far. People are just having fun. It’s nice and peaceful. Where do I go now? I’m in this pretty dress with no where to go for the afternoon.

I mill around the security HQ and decide to explore in the evening when it’s cooled off a bit.

But of course the pilot finds me. “You still on duty lieutenant?” He’d been wearing a simple red shirt and cargo pants with fifty pockets on them earlier. Now he was on a white tank almost silk looking shirt with pink shorts that hit just above his knee. If they were a little higher, I’d be able to see a bit more thigh…

“Always on duty. Are you enjoying yourself so far Francisco?” I ask mainly to distract myself and focus on his face instead of looking down at his shorts. I was transparent about it so I’m sure he noticed. I need to be away from him, I’m just going to keep raking over his body with my eyes and it’s not right. But also…it’s not fair that he looks and smells amazing.

“Yup. Scrounging up people for the bar and the games.” The bar part fits, picturing him pouring drinks and shaking that silver mix cup thing with his arms flexing, biceps curling that devilish grin on his face. I meant to exhale but didn’t open my mouth and just hummed. I can normally present like a sane person, he makes my brain short circuit.

This is the first time I’ve seen Frankie react besides laughing. Humming is pretty weird and I’ve only met him today. “Why games at the bar? The drunk people should be enough to handle.” It sounds like a horrible combination and ripe for problems. I don’t need to go to this bar or any bar with him.

He shifts his weight and tilts his head. Then holds his hand out, “Come see teniente (lieutenant). Judge for yourself.” I shouldn’t have taken this hand, more like I couldn’t help it. I’m weak against that grin of his. Morales has charmed many a person with curling lips like that.

Now Frankie is pouring the drinks and I’m on the outskirts of a twister game that is all giggles and ass. There’s a darts game going on in the corner, a lady keeps trying to start karaoke but three of the other local shop owners keep unplugging her microphone. There one man with a scar on over his eye, shirtless and has a woman and her dog who has an adorable rainbow collar on and curls almost as fluffy as Frankie’s sitting in his lap as he drinks out of a chalice.

Where did he get a chalice? Should there be darts over there? Who brought a karaoke machine in here? Why do the twister people have no pants? Like all have nice asses but everything is overwhelming and the two blueberry mint juleps I’ve had are not helping.

Squeezing through a row of cheeks I’m not sure how I ended up in the middle of, I am back at the bar and Frankie has his hand resting in the palm of his hand. “Teniente (Lieutenant), you ever relax? You seem on edge. Have some fun and maybe another drink.” I ordered a mojito this time, change it up a bit. The bar stool I had to hop up on so my feet are hanging. Seeing the bartending pilot at eye level has me clear my throat and swallowing my own spit. My mouth is watering. I need to grip something and there’s only the bar counter. My hands flat against the surface keeps me from floating away.

“Like I said, I’m still on duty. Water please after this drink.” He pours me some on ice to have after my mojito. I remember drinking it. There was some sort of music and he was holding my hand or was holding his. Then my hand was on his chest. I think we were dancing and he switched out with someone so he could come from behind the bar.

I awoke in a room that wasn’t mine and was able to make it back in time for the morning security briefing with the double M’s, York and the Mayor. It did not help that I was wearing the same dress from yesterday. There were lingering looks, but no one asked.

Thankfully, York has agreed to wipe the video if I never mention red shorts again. It’s a great loss, but I concede. Hanging over a concrete barrier is never a good look, thankfully Frankie helped me down, but what was I trying to do? Was it that bad that I blocked it out?

Ending day one log:

Violence - None

Public intoxication - Three (sadly I was one of them)

Public Nudity - Five (not as many as I expected)

Destruction of Property - One (I don’t remember that either)

Injuries: Minor = six, Major = none

Chloé’s well-being: took majors blows but might recover TBD

Security Log Two

[ameilaharper777]

Social Media Etiquette

The current trends in social media are always changing. There seems to be a new trend every week, sometimes several within a week. The current biggest trend is the creation and spread of short videos on YouTube and TikTok. I don’t use TikTok at all, but on YouTube, I've seen educational videos, back to school videos, GRWM (Get Ready With Me) videos, and most common of all, the classic AI reading an “Am I the A**hole” post from Reddit while showing someone baking or playing a mobile game.  

One of the current cases is the outcry against parents posting their babies and children on social media when said children cannot give informed consent. Videos and photos of embarrassing or intimate moments that can never be fully washed away. After all, if it’s on the internet, its forever. Another is the issue of cyberbullying. With so many different platforms, it becomes difficult to monitor what you’re kids and even teenagers are doing on their social medias. Tying back into the previous issue, if someone posts a video about or a photo of you, and you don’t want anyone to see it because it embarrasses you or someone is making fun of you for it, there’s nothing anyone can really do. Actions have ripple effects. Anything you post, good or bad, may come back to bite you in the butt someday.  

I would be interested in joining the social media staff for Wendy’s, particularly their Twitter (I will die before I call it X). They are a very cheerful and chill page, equally as willing to make fun of themselves as they are their competitors., They are respectful of the community they have built, minus some good natured jokes, and they have never been part of any major social media controversy that I could find. They also don’t only peddle their food, they show themselves playing games like Wordle and strike up conversations with brands that have nothing to do with them, all in a very fun way.    

Wendy’s utilizes strong ethical practices on social media. They never sling real mud, they know their actions have consequences and take responsibility, and they don’t support nutjobs looking to peddle harmful agendas. As for professionals that practice strong ethical behavior on social media, I look no further than Chuggaaconroy. Full disclosure was part of a massive controversy in the beginning part of this year, but almost all of the evidence against him was falsified or taken way out of context. (don’t worry there were no children harmed or exploited. There weren’t any children involved at all) There was some truth to it, but what truth there was, was so minor that if it had been posted on its own, one would think everyone was insane for making a big deal out of it. (most of the “evidence” was around 15 years old, when he was a dumb teenager) Despite everyone telling him he was a monster and deserved to die etc etc, Chuggaaconroy didn’t go on the defensive. He simply apologized in two long form posts. He said he was sorry if he made anyone uncomfortable or if he hurt them. He didn’t minimize, he didn’t make excuses. He accepted full responsibility and promised to do better. And so far? He has! He got help, and he took a 7 month break from social media completely. He is still working on his issues and is trying to make himself a better person everyday. He has a very kind and supportive community and he strives to keep it that way.  Support your choice with evidence. What are some takeaways you can bring forth in your own practices? The biggest things I can take away from Chuggaaconroy are that A) you’re responsible for every thing that you do or post online. Context is important of course, but you should always be behaving as if someone were standing over you, making sure you are kind and respectful. B) When you do screw up, don’t quibble over exact details. Sure, he did say some of the information was incorrect, but he explained the inaccuracies and apologized regardless. If you screw up, APOLOGIZE. The last thing I can take away is that sometimes, you just need space from social media. Even if you aren’t caught in controversy, it can become so easy to get sucked into the online world that we forget we can simply get up and walk away.  

Key concepts and issues: what main concepts do you think are necessary to adhere to for your own personal conduct online? Respect, responsibility for fault, and striving to be kind and truthful. 

What to do and what not to do: what main concepts do you feel strongly against and want to make sure you avoid on social media? (20 pts) Exploitation of people or situations, lying, cheating, plagarism, and shoving the blame where it doesn’t belong.  

Bullet point 5-10 core concepts that you will follow as a practicing social media professional. Include citations that you used (20 pts) 

Actions have consequences: if I do something, I must understand that I did it and there will be consequences, good or bad, and that I have no control over how those consequences shake out.  

Being truthful builds trust: If I lie or manipulate you, you are less likely to believe me in the future, breaking our bond of trust and respect.  

Don’t post anything you wouldn’t want the world to see: Once we post something we have no control over where it goes or who sees it or what gets done to it. Think before you post.  

If it’s too good to be true, it probably is: If you think something is a scam, it probably is. Seems like common sense but a lot of people get sucked into bad situations online so may it isn’t common sense anymore.  

KEEP YOUR CLOTHES ON IN PUBLIC PAGES: I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this one, but if you have a public page that there is even the slightest chance can be seen by a child or minor, KEEP YOUR CLOTHES ON 

(sources, Chuggaaconroy’s twitter page: https://x.com/chuggaaconroy?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor , and  https://www.businessethicsresourcecenter.org/five-principles-for-ethical-social-media/) 

[navybrat817]

The Interrogation - Chapter 40

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Overall Fic Warnings: Non-con/Rape, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, gunplay, forced orgasm, gang rape, breeding kink, choking, non-consensual somnophilia, cock warming, Stockholm syndrome, mind games, anal sex, double penetration, non-consensual oral sex, betrayal, angst, minor character death, additional tags to be added. Please do not read this fic if these things upset you!

Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Brock Rumlow/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader

Summary: After waking up in a cold room with no memory of how you got there, you find yourself face-to-face with three of the top members of Hydra. And you learn quickly that the Handler, the Asset and the Captain have no intention of ever letting you go.  

Chapter Summary: Freedom is within your grasp, but will everyone make it out? *This chapter does not contain non-con. This is not beta read and any and all mistakes are my own.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Steve said as you stared at the man in front of you. Was he a...shapeshifter? Is that what they were called? But more importantly…

“You know him?” you asked, pulling James closer to you. Sarah was still tucked safely in the Captain’s arms, but you didn’t want this stranger near them. Even if the God of Thunder’s brother.

“Steve, what the hell is going on?” Bucky added, still blocking you as Loki took a step forward.

“Like he said, he’s Thor’s brother. And it’s about time he got here.”

“My apologies,” he said sarcastically. “I was not aware that I was on your schedule. Rescue missions are below my stature, but my brother insisted.”

Steve’s smile fell a bit at his tone, but he recovered quickly. “Thor is going to take us someplace safe,” he told you and Bucky.

You remembered the end of the conversation you caught with Steve and Thor. They didn’t tell you then what they were doing. Only that someone was watching. “You made a deal with Thor that day. I begged for him to help and he never gave me a real answer. Only that someone was watching.”

“We didn’t know if Tony’s AI could overpower A.M.A.R.I.S. at the time.”

“I’ve been doing my best to cover my tracks,” A.M.A.R.I.S. said. “I have to protect my daugh...all of you. It’s what I was created for.”

Your breath caught. She almost called you her daughter.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked before you could dwell on that.

Steve looked guilty as he regarded his friend. “I couldn’t risk it until they removed the triggers. If they knew the plan and said the words…”

“Then they could have stopped us,” you finished for him. “Where is he taking us?”

“Asgard,” Loki said impatiently. “Are we all caught up? Because if you don’t mind, time is of the essence.”

“Let’s go,” Steve agreed, grabbing a nearby blanket to wrap your daughter.

“Are your legs not working?” Loki asked when you didn’t try to get up. “Or is it your hearing?”

Your body remained frozen even as your mind screamed at you to move. “How do I know this isn’t another trick?” you asked. “I...You don’t know what I’ve been through. How many people have lied to me. I can’t…” you stopped. Your goddamn hormones were raging and you weren’t sure if you were going to scream or cry.

“Doll, we need to go. I’ll carry you if I have to,” Bucky urged.

Another crash of thunder rang out, making Loki look around. “My brother may be a fool at times, but he does not give his word lightly. He kept a close eye on you and knew this would be the time to help. If you find he has deceived you, I shall give you my own blades to use on him. But do not waste valuable time.”

He was right. If it meant your kids could live their lives free from fear, you had to take it. “Help me up, please.”

Bucky did so carefully before he rushed to get you some shoes. He also brought a carrier so you could keep the twins against your chest. Would you have to run? “I need you both to stay as quiet as you can, okay? Please, try to be quiet for Mama,” you begged as Steve helped you strap James and Sarah in, looking between them. They were snug and secure, but you didn’t want their cries to draw attention.

“I need weapons,” Bucky said as he bent down, slipping your shoes on for you.

“Buck, we can’t-”

“I. Need. Weapons,” he cut Steve off as he straightened up. “A gun, at least.”

“Leave through the back door. It will take you to a separate hall. Look to the wall on your left and you’ll find weapons there. At the end of the hall is an elevator. Take it down to the base level. From there, you’ll be able to make your way outside,” A.M.A.R.I.S. told him. “There are noise cancelling headphones in the second drawer for James and Sarah. They will shrink to fit their size. In case any weapons are discharged, we do not want their hearing to be damaged.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Please, be careful,” was the reply you got as the back door opened.

“Wait! What about my father?” you asked. You couldn’t just leave him behind.

“I’ll send for him and follow shortly,” Loki said, shifting back to the appearance of the nurse. “My brother should be distracting his team, but you will not be able to leave without us. Do not get caught,” he added as he left the room.

Bucky led the way through the back door with Steve on your tail. Your legs shook a little, but you were able to walk better than you anticipated. The hall was eerily quiet as you went to the left. As promised, there were weapons on the wall. You prayed they wouldn’t be used.

“This seems too easy,” Bucky said as he selected the gun he wanted, checking the magazine, and grabbing a scary looking knife.

You noticed that a couple of weapons were missing. “It does,” you agreed. Something felt wrong.

“Come on,” Steve said as he took a handgun for himself, keeping a close eye out. “Let’s get to the base level.”

James shifted as you saw the elevator waiting for you. It was one step closer to freedom. Did he sense it? Or did he sense your nerves?

Bucky had his gun aimed and ready as he led you there. “Damn it,” he whispered. This elevator had a fingerprint system.

You brought your hand close to the scanner. You had to try and pray that it didn’t attract any attention. “Here goes nothing,” you whispered, pressing your hand against it.

“System override,” you heard after a moment, the door opening as you breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks, A.M.A.R.I.S..”

“Stop,” Bucky whispered before you got in. Steve tensed up as well.

“What is it?”

The Soldat didn’t answer you as he swung around, his gun aimed and ready.

“Just us,” Loki smirked as he shifted back to his normal form, your father moving quickly beside him. He looked nervous.

“Th-Thor is here. He’s arguing with Tony,” your dad told you. “Are we really leaving?”

“That’s the plan,” you said, stepping into the elevator with everyone and pressing the button for the base level. If Thor was causing a distraction, how long would it be until he met up with you?

“We’re really leaving,” your dad repeated. Hearing that sent a rush of anger through you. What had he done to get you out of here?

“Yes, you said that,” Loki muttered to himself.

“When we’re free, I swear-”

“Dad, I don’t...I don’t want to hear it,” you said tiredly as the elevator went down. Steve moved so he was between you and your dad, making the divide obvious. You wanted him to be free, but it didn’t mean you could pretend that things were just fine. “I just want to get James and Sarah out of here.”

“I can...hold one of the babies,” your dad offered.

“No,” Steve replied for you, not sparing him a glance. “You don’t trust Bucky and I and we don’t trust you. I know we haven’t given you a reason to, but you’re just as much to blame for all of this. You want to do right by her? Make sure she gets out.”

You didn’t have the strength to dispute his words, even though it had to break your father’s heart. You were focused on your babies and whatever step would come next for you and your soldiers. There would be time to heal and forgive, but not at this moment. Not until you got out of this prison.

The rest of the descent was quiet before the elevator stopped. You held your breath as the door slowly opened, Bucky lifting his gun again. He stepped out completely as he did a sweep and determined the line of sight was clear.

“Stay behind us,” Loki ordered, pulling two blades out as he stepped beside the Soldat. Lights began to turn on the further you walked into space. It almost looked like a garage.

You looked down as James began to wake. “We’re almost out of here,” you said, even though he couldn’t hear you.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” a voice called from the darkness.

The men surrounded you instantly. You saw the bow and arrow as he stepped out of the shadows, your heart pounding. You didn’t know what that would possibly do to the soldiers, Loki or even you. But it could sure as hell do damage to your children.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Clint calmly said.

“We’re leaving,” Bucky swore, his finger on the trigger.

“You’re not leaving this place, Soldat,” Brock said as he and Natasha stepped up beside Clint. “Neither are you, angel.”

“Just let us go. Please,” you begged. Freedom was so close. You could almost taste it.

“Unlike her, I will not beg,” Loki said, twirling his blades. “Stand aside.”

Natasha merely raised an eyebrow before looking at Clint. “Go.”

Your hands instinctively went to cover your children as the arrow was released. Loki caught it easily before throwing it aside. “That’s insulting,” he taunted before he struck.

Your father pulled you away as all hell broke loose. It wasn’t easy to move quickly, but you did your best to shield the twins. You wanted to look back and see if the soldiers were following. You wanted to know that they were okay.

“We’re almost there,” your dad said as you got to the door. “Sweetheart, I’m so-”

Blood sprayed across your face as the words died on your father’s lips. Your mouth fell open in shock as he fell to the ground. “Dad?!” you shouted when he didn’t move. He couldn’t be dead.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Brock asked from behind you, a sadistic smile on his face as he grabbed your arm. “Sad that your useless daddy isn’t going to watch his grandbabies grow?”

“Let me go!” you yelled as he tried to pull you back.

“I told you from the beginning. I own you. You don’t get to fucking leave me. EVER!” he yelled back.

You heard Bucky’s scream of rage before he hit the Handler across the jaw, forcing him to let you go. He no longer had his gun in hand. “Bucky!”

“Get out of here,” he told you, reaching past you to yank the door open. “Now.”

“I can’t go without you. Please,” you begged. You just lost your father and you didn’t even get the chance to repair your relationship. You couldn’t leave Bucky and Steve.

“I love you, doll. I love all of you,” Bucky promised, his eyes full of regret as he gently shoved you out.

The door slammed shut before you could give him an answer.

*****

Bucky had tears in his eyes as he turned to face Brock. Steve and Loki were still occupied, but that was fine. He didn’t need their help. This was personal and he was ending it.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” Brock demanded as he got to his feet.

“It’s over. Just leave them alone,” Bucky said as he pulled his knife out.

Brock was quick to fight, matching the Asset almost movement for movement. It wasn’t surprising, considering their training. “You won’t get a happy life with them. Don’t forget, Soldat. You're a monster and you always will be,” he sneered as he took his knife out.

"You don't want to do this," you whispered.

"Yes, I do," he breathed against your lips before he impaled you.

Bucky tried his hardest not to remember. How he hurt you. How he almost broke you.

"No!" he snapped, making you cry out when he angled his hips with a harsh thrust. "You don't get to disappear on me. You don't get to stay in your head. You feel me? THIS? That's me fucking you."

“She’ll never truly want you.”

"SHUT UP!" Bucky screamed as he punched him.

"Keep going, Asset. Make her come. Make her see that she was born for this...for us. Show her that good girls get rewarded."

"Don't fight me, doll. Everyone fights me. Not you, too. You're ours. You're MINE," he said gruffly as he sank into you.

“She isn’t yours,” Brock said, spitting blood out.

"Are you mine?"

"Yes...I'm yours."

"Then say my name," he growled, his thrusts already gaining intensity.

"Bucky…"

"Again."

"Bucky!"

“You don’t deserve her, Asset!’

"The world doesn't deserve you. I sure as hell don't."

"Am I saving you?" you asked.

"You already have, doll," he said seriously.

“You’ll be a fuck up of a father just like my dad,” he snarled as he got a hit in.

"I'm really going to be a dad. We are going to be dads. Our family," he whispered, gently grasping the back of your head with his free hand. "Ours, doll."

“We inflict pain. That’s what we do.”

“I’m scared. The Handler...he hurt me. I’m afraid he’ll hurt the babies. I can’t let him do that.”

“My mission is to keep you safe,” he told you.

“Yes. And this mission has changed slightly. Keep us safe. Our babies don’t deserve to live in fear. Neither do we.”

“And she will never love you.”

"I love you. I know I don't deserve your love after what happened. I don't deserve anything."

“Maybe she won’t,” Bucky said quietly. “But I still love her. And you’re never going to touch her again, you piece of shit,” he said through his teeth before he drove the blade through Brock’s chest.

Brock didn’t make a sound. He didn’t look afraid. He simply smiled as he dropped his own knife and reached for his hidden gun. “Hail Hydra,” he whispered before a single shot rang out.

[trainer-sean]

@prof-peach HELP, I'VE PULLED INTO BEING AN ASSISTANT BY A PROFESSOR JUST BECAUSE I MENTIONED HOW MY FRIEND THOUGHT I'D MAKE A GOOD PROF., FOR THE PASS MONTH IVE BEEN STUCK IN PALDEA, IN THE GREAT CRATER, AND FOR SOME REASON IM THE ONLY ONE WITH A SINGLE AMOUNT OF SENSE WHO'S ACTUALLY COMING UP WITH PLAUSIBLE THEORY AND RESULTS! I JUST HAD TO GIVE A LECTURE!!!! I'M NOT EVEN A WILLING ASISTANT, I DIDN'T EVEN FINISH MY GYM CIRCUIT BECAUSE I GOT BORED AFTER BADGE 5 AND DECIDED TO EXPLORE BEFORE HEADING HOME!

HALF THESE GUYS AREN'T EVEN TRYING TO KEEP THEMSELVES SAFE, THEY JUST RUN IN TO STUDY THESE PARADOX POKEMON, A GOOD MAJORITY ARE EXTREMELY AGRESSIVE AND WILL KILL!!!! AND THEY ARE ACTING SURPRISED AND UTTERLY IMPRESSED WHEN I COME UP WITH THE MOST OBVIOUS OF OBSERVATIONS, LIKE WTH?! THEY DIDNT EVEN BRING ANY BATTLE READY POKEMON, OR HIRED ANY TRAINERS TO HELP SUPERVISE!!!! IM THE ONLY ONE WITH A TEAM THAT CAN FIGHT!!

BARELY A QUARTER OF THEM EVEN KNOW ABOUT THE RETRIEVAL AND DELIVERY FACTORS!!!!! THATS LIKE A BARE MINIMUM FOR PROFESSORS TO KNOW SO THEY CAN DEAL WITH POKEMON.

HALF OF THEM ARE TREATING MY LIKE A CHILD WHEN I AM A 22 YEAR OLD MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW THE KEEP HIMSELF SAFE AND NOT GO RUN UP TO A VERY MUCH FERAL SCREAM TAIL. I'VE GIVEN TWO LECTURES, ONE TO THESE UTTER IDIOTS ABOUT THE R&D FACTORS AND A LECTURE ABOUT MY FINDINGS ON THE GREAT CRATER TO THE STUDENTS ARE THE ACADEMY?! THIS ISNT NORMAL, WHY ARE PEOPLE ACTING LIKE THIS IS NORMAL, IS THIS THE ACTUAL NORM FOR POKEMON TRAINERS OR SOMETHING?!

(-This guy also tricked him into signing a contract saying id be assisting with an investigation on the Ultimate weapon in Kalos, along with Reflection cave and some other things in Kalos, which is why I ended up saying I'd probably talk about those in the future during my lecture, cause im probably gonna be roped into doing another one in the future. He didn't even do in malice, he straight up said to my face it'd be good for me, and that I had alot of potential to be a great professor, which is flattering, BUT I'D LIKE CONSENT BEFORE THESE THINGS HAPPEN, thing is hes spoken of highly by Professor Juniper, both of them. We're thankfully gonna be monitored by Prof. Sycamore and one of the elite four during these trips, honestly worried what we'll find, Reflection cave was closes off for a reason, and everyone's avoiding the town that the ultimate weapon is located like the plague. Honestly, when this contract is over, I might just see about going over to you guys to intern if I'm just going to be drawn into Professor work like this again. Terastalization works on humans, Ghost type here, very freaky! I kept seeing these shadowy silhouettes walking by, and it was weird being crystalline and see through, also, those hats are completely optional, like, I was uncomfortable with the weight, didnt want it, and the hat just Dissolved in to particles? Also, kept being harassed by the five kids that went down into the Crater and didn't face criminal charges due to the Service Clause that was made when pokemom training became popular for the sake of having a Crime deterent, Florian and Juliana kept asking if I had seen any more Miraidon and Koraidon like the ones they have, more Specifically, the ones Ai Sada and Turo had when they were controlled by the Paradise protection protocol, because they are extremely territorial and Agressive, glad they are at least worried about the team studying the place, Nemona keeps asking me for battles, obsessively at that, Arven was asking about finding any Herba Mystic, which yes we did, but we can't just let these be used by the public with out proper study, observations are promising but we need a proper lab, he looked very nervous when I told him that, think he some how got some and used them, his mebostiff is particularly looking well for its age and scars it has, Penny was honestly the only one I could comfortably be around, she was asking about my sylveon, we even traded some care tips, I also told her some tips for her Jolteon I learned from care for my dads Jolteon. Though, Florian and Juliana seem to know a thing or two on calming P. Paradox pokemon, they must've them when the first went down.

The Paradox pokemon can't have come from a full of time machine, due to multiple reports, even entire community sightings of Dialga and even multiple Celebi arriving at a location and destroying some seemingly random building, which those builds apparently had scientists attempting to preform experiments, primarily on time travel, so we know that Legendary pokemon would not allow something that can disturb the flow of time like a Time Machine exist, the Tera Crystal is a outlier due to not being more like Space travel, jumping from one branch of the tree to the other, rather then traveling down the branch and traveling up the other, something Palkia seems to not take offense too.

(- for Retrieval and deliver factor,

The Words of Prof. Sean: Area Zero And Paradox Pokémon.

I've been seeing lots of miscommunication and misinterpretation on Area Zero and the Paradox pokemon, and I wish to fix this. I'll start of the history of the location and work from there for those unfamiliar with the topic.

Area Zero:

The Great Crater of Paldea is a massive Crater with a unique and expansive ecosystem in the center of the Paldea region. Once to believed to store of massive hidden treasure due to the Ancient Kings greed, many expeditions were sent down into the Crater, later to be called Area Zero by Professors who went to study the phenomenon and ecosystem. Many instances of bizarre looking pokemon many believed to not even be pokemon were found inside, but they all shared a few common trait, they resembled known pokemon, they didn't have any findable evolved or pre-evolved forms, some appeared to be more primal looking versions of pokemon, while others looked like robotic, sci-fi escue versions of pokemon to the modern eye. They all seemed to be in some form hostile, not only the the Expedition teams, but the other pokemon that lived in the crater themselves. Also in the Crater were multiple strange relics, and copious pillars of crystals, even trees and other things seemed to have the crystal grow on them from the ground up, these plants seemed to actually be vastly for hardy then others, being able to shrug off swings of axes and even the strongest of pokemon attacks. These crystals would later be the main key to producing Tera Orbs, and the key to preform the Terastalization phenomenon in battles, which helps something preform to its best. There are other examples of this phenomenon's uses I'll get into at a later point. At the very bottom of the Crater is a cavernous biome where the Tera Crystal seems most copious, and a odd species of pokemon seem to come from, a oddly flower and crystal like pokemon with the rock/poison typing, called Glimmora. I would not be surprised if this pokemons origins is interconnected with the Tera Crystal's origins. These Tera Crystal's also seems to randomly grow from the earth all around Paldea, as Tera Raid Dens, with Terastalized pokemon inside, but will randomly generate and degenerate day by day, but the pokemon inside them don't seem to come from Paldea at all, as environmental Census and blood tests reveals none of the pokemon caught from Tera Raid Dens have zero relation to pokemon of their species all around the region, they've also been found to lack any memory before the Raid Dens generation, no ones got a clue what happens to a pokemon in a Raid Den that Degenerates, as both disappear without a trace. There are still many mystery around the Great Crater, but Professors have only been given minimal study time of the Ecosystem at a time by Paldea's Government.

Primal Paradox Pokemon:

Too start, Paradox Pokemon are odd forms of pokemon that seem to randomly appear in Area Zero, other wise known as The Great Crater of Paldea. We've given classifications for the two types, Primal Paradox and Cyber Paradox.

Primal Paradox pokemon are more primal versions of existing pokemon, do not confuse this for me saying they are prehistoric versions of modern pokemon, as they have zero fossil records anywhere in the word, the closest they have are Bones, simple bones dated at the latest, 1,000 years old. The most common trait among Primal Paradox pokemon are predator Yellow eyes, and a unique ability that activates in harsh sunlight, this ability seems to boost their highest stat, the Cyber Paradox pokemon have a similar ability that activates on Electric Terrain, but we'll get to that later. P. Paradox pokemon are very much carnivorous, but, like all pokemon, they can easily sustain themselves of berry's happily, but they tend to be more aggressive. P. Paradox pokemon seem to not adapt to less aggressive and lethal fighting as easily usual pokemon that are caught do, meaning its best to train them easily and help them tone down their aggressive behavior long before battling becomes an option. We've found that Calm and Friendly P. Paradox pokemon are a rarer sight, but are findable, We've also discovered that these Paradox pokemon are immediately targeted by other members of their species, they likely precieve such behavior as weakness and attempt to beat it out of them, or just kill them if they don't learn. P. Paradox seem to naturally live by Might Makes Right Version of Survival of the Fittest, which is why they seems to have a harder time learning to pull in their aggressive behavior when caught. This is a Rare sight in most modern day species. Some seem to exhibit traits professors such as Kalos' Sycamore believe would be associated with Mega evolved forms, a prime example is Roaring Moon, which appear to be Primal Paradox Salamence, and show traits of Mega Salamence. I'll likely go over Mega evolution and its working in the future, but for now I'll explain how these traits seem to present themselves in Paradox pokemon.

Mega Evolution brings out the latent potential and and activate Deactivated and inactive genes in a pokemon, allowing them to reach a higher evolved form of themselves, and when I say evolved, I mean darwinian in nature, Sceptile has been on its way to evolving into Dragon type for the last couple of generations, and is believed to become Dragon type in the future, meaning Mega Sceptile is what regular Sceptile will become far into the future. The life style of P. Paradox pokemon has allowed these pokemon reach that level of evolution. I would like to note that due to living with Paradox pokemon in general has lead to many species in Area Zero to become hostile and aggressive to anything unfamiliar, such as humans.

Now for their Origins, the Tera Crystal seems to have multiple traits and abilitys, such as amplification of ability, but its appears to have something akin to dimensional jumping, not time travel like many people believe. All the paradox pokemon are traveling from the Present of separate time lines.

Its also of note that due to their life style, Paradox pokemon in General have strength on the level of lower tier legendary pokemon.

Cyber Paradox Pokemon:

To start this part off, NO, Cyber Paradox pokemon ARE NOT ROBOTS, they have merely evolved into a state of being mechanical and technical like. I'm make this shorter than the Primal Paradox section due to covering those points already. Cyber Paradox pokemon come from a Timeline where pokemon evolved into more Mechanical like forms, but they still need to breath, eat, drink, and sleep. Many seem to develope advances abilitys comparable to human tools and equipment, Iron Bundle, the Cyber Paradox of Delibird, has a Sphere on its tail that functions as both a weapon, and dimensional storage bag much like Trainer Tech bags company's like Silph Co. Makes for the public. They seem to evolved for maximized efficiency, even developing to smaller sizes compared to our timelines counter parts of them. The least changed of them seems to be Iron Jugilous, who seems to look like to have just taken on a form machine like form of Hydreigon, while the others have become more specially adapted versions of their counterparts. They also react aggressively to foreign life, but will calm down much quicker when they realize that said life is not a danger. And in cases will assist them and protect them from Primal Paradox pokemon. This seems to be the reason why P. Paradox pokemon have not driven the normal population of Area Zero to extinction. Iron Valiant seems to be both Gardevoir, and Mega Galade for some odd reason, likely the original evolution of having two separate specialized forms wasn't efficient enough, and adapted the two forms together, seemingly, Galade's Potential was the most efficient, so there are only minor traits of mega Gardevoir. Genetic tests have shown it can actually shift between genders at will. They also mostly lack the ability to show emotion, they do have emotions, but they lack most facial features to show them, they also come off as standoff ish due to their robotic appearance, which is why many actually believed them to be robots, rather then pokemon.

A fun fact for those Shiny lovers out there, Shiny Cyber Paradox pokemon are pure Chrome in color, like an unpainted prototype.

The only two Paradox pokemon that have regular named Registered in the pokedex are the two Paradox forms of Cyclizar, Koraidon and Miraidon. Though Miraidon does have a standard Paradox name in Iron Serpent.

Tera Phenomenon

The Terastalization Phenomenon affect both biological life and machines, amplifying their abilitys and capabilites. This allowed a pair of higher functioning AI to break free of their programming and have their own desires, these were the robotic copies of Prof. Sada and Turo, who sadly passed away from injures gained from taking the attacks of Agressive Koraidon and Miraidon when they tried to attack a pair of Calm and Friendly Koraidon and Miraidon. These two AI actually wanted to end their templates work, and shut down a machine the two professors believed was a time machine they made, however they were designed to be a self defense protocol for the machine, which was also powered and enhanced with Tera Crystals, they ultimately sent themselves through the machine to the two separate timelines, from what we've learned from the child of Prof. Sada and Turo, Arven is to be believed, it also appears that the AI felt guilt for their templates actions of abandoning their child for a dangerous obsession. It would appear that Koraidon and Miraidon are on the upper scale of lesser legendary pokemon, similarly to the likes of Zekrom and Reshiram.

So ends my lecture, I hope to see you all again soon. And remember, entering Area Zero is a Punishable offense unless given legal permission.

Note for those who may be curious on connected between the Great Crater and the ultimate weapon of Kalos, there is likely a chance the Tera Crystal is the direct shot from the weapon, while mega stones and and like were stray 'shrapnel' while the blast fell from the sky, this theory may be supported by the Reflection cave and its strange mirrors that people have found seem show different places and pokemon in the reflection, and on occasion even open like portals and send something through, which has recently lead to the cave being closed off from the public when what we now believe to be a Thunderous Thearian form came through, but unlike usual Thunderous, this one was more aggressive even by its usual standards, and had markings similar to Primal Paradox pokemon as well as much bright yellow eyes then the normal, plus the in ability to turn into the regular form of Thunderous. We now have theory that the kami trio, or more accurately the Cardinal Quartet, their alternate forms are actually some variation of Paradox forms the pokemon seem to be able to take on, as the mirrors that have been found that are said to allow the four to enter these forms are the same material as the Reflecting caves crystals.