#instant payment systems

[theleadersglobe]

Central Bank Initiative Accelerates Cross-Border Payments

A groundbreaking initiative led by the Bank for International Settlements (BIS) and several central banks is set to revolutionise cross-border payments. Announced on July 1, the completion of phase three of ‘Project Nexus’ marks a significant milestone, introducing a comprehensive blueprint to streamline the connection of domestic instant payment systems (IPS). The project’s goal is to standardise the way IPS connects globally, allowing seamless and rapid cross-border transactions.

The innovative approach eliminates the need for IPS operators to build custom connections for each new country. Instead, a single connection to Nexus would enable an IPS to interact with all other countries in the network. This advancement promises to simplify and expedite international payments, making them faster and more cost-effective.

Read More:(https://theleadersglobe.com/money/central-bank-initiative-accelerates-cross-border-payments/)

[an-droid-girl]

love when customers send me a message and then two minutes later (WHILE I AM TYPING) they go "are you still there?" like. sorry. i'm not a computer. i'm not chat gpt. you have to wait for me to read your message, research your answer, and type out your answer, which may be a whole paragraph long. That whole process is going to take more than 30 seconds. So maybe like. learn some goddamn patience or something idk

[cardentist]

hey, so people need to be aware that youtube is now (randomly) holding basic features for ransom (such as being able to pin comments under your own videos) in exchange for Your State ID/Drivers License, or a 30 Second Video Of Your Face.

not to pull a "think of the children," but No Actually. I've been making videos as a hobby since 2015 (and I've had my channel since middle school), I was a minor when I started and I'm not sure I would have understood the kind of damage something a seemingly simple as a video of your face can do.

this is a Massive breach of privacy and over-reach on google's part No Matter What, but if they're going to randomly demand a state ID or license then they absolutely should not allow minors to be creators.

google having a stockpile of identifying information on teenagers is bad enough, but the Alternative of recording your face and handing it over to be filed away is Alarming considering it opens the gates for minors who Aren't old enough to have a license.

and yes, there is a third option, but it's intentionally obtuse. a long wait period (2 months), with no guarantee of access (unlike, say, the convenience of using your phone's cameras for either of the other two), with absolutely No elaboration on what the criteria is or how it's being measured.

it's the same psychological effect that mobile games rely on. offer a slow, unreliable solution with no payment to make the Paid instant gratification look more appealing (the "payment" in this case being You. you are the product being offered).

and it's Particularly a system that (I think intentionally) disadvantages people who don't treat their channels like a job. hobbyists or niche creators who don't create regularly enough or aren't popular enough to meet whatever Vague criteria needs to be met to pass.

markiplier would have no problem passing, your little brother might not be able to. and while Mark's name is already out there there's no reason why your little brother's should be too.

something like pinned comments may seem simple, you don't technically Need it. but it's a feature that's been available for years. most people don't look at descriptions anymore. so when there's relevant information that needs to be delivered then the pinned comment is usually the go to.

for my little channel that information is about the niche series I create for. guides on how to get into the series, sources on where to find the content At All (and reliably so). for other creators it can be used for things Much More Important.

Moreover, if we let them get away with cutting away "small" features and selling it back to you for the price of your privacy, then they Will creep further. they Will take more.

Note: I have an update to this post here: [Link]

[financialsoftwareandsystems]

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[vyzz-undercover]

the voices have made this happen

[cato/f!ambassador]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(5,900ish words) (OUUGHHHHH)

CONTENT WARNINGS:

•slight dubcon

•hints of size kink [obligatory]

•vaginal fingering

•oral [f receiving]

•mild possessive behaviour

•the consequences of ignoring important medical devices

•mentions of (hypothetical) torture

•tumblrs recurringly cancerous formatting

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im back on my bullshit after having to do overnights so as payment to the dark gods of whoring and degeneracy i humbly offer this taglist of sweet darling who've indulged my insanity: @the-raven-lady, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @bispecsual, @lemon-russ, @kit-williams, @passionofthesith, @egrets-not-regrets, @moodymisty, @sinistermojo, @justeverythingnothingelse, @pluvio-tea, @thevoidscreams, @beckyninja, @yestheantichrist!!! if you wanna be tagged (or not) in the next let me know!!! also it may take me longer to do a part four to this namely because ive got more wageslaving ahead of me soon but alas i'll definitely have rowboat girlyman catch em. also maybe give cato some top. myehehehehe,,, AND THANK YOU FOR READING AS USUAL ILY ALL!!! :3

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Cato is just about leaving.

After having spent the better part of an hour discussing the predicted destruction pathway of a hive-fleet on the system's rim with his Father; it sends his balls into his throat when you nearly run into him in the chamber's huge archway.

It only takes a fraction of a second to catalogue your presence.

You're wearing the same utilitarian blue robe as you had been last week again.

Last week, when he'd been pounding you insensible on a lounge in the library—Cato promptly quashes the insidious memory, smothering down any sort of reaction. But there is a change in comparison to the dizzying reminder: there's a new addition to the reoccurring outfit.

You've brought a navy, high-collared turtleneck into the mix, layered below your lapels.

So, the efforts of his mouth hadn't gone unheeded, then.

Throne, if he's not smug, he's got no bloody clue what he is.

Cato steps aside and turns to allow you entrance first before his exit.

"Commander Sicarius," you lilt with a soft voice and a small downward tip of your chin, all while holding his gaze.

He's transfixed periodically at the honeyed sort of warmth in your eyes.

Despite himself, he lingers and greets you with a slow, "Lady Ambassador."

The left side of his mouth twitches upward in a half-aborted smirk that he quickly tries to mask as a stern, frown-nod combination.

You break the staring match and Cato's confident he's salvaged his slip-up without detection.

Or not—because oh, fuck—if he doesn't feel the burning focus of a Primarch's eyes boring a hole into the side of his head like a brand.

It only lasts an instant, but the second is an eternity to him.

Of course, you're oblivious to this subtle exchange—and promptly trot past him to his Father's vast desk.

"My Lord Primarch," you say with a curt little bow; and then Guilliman's attention is solely on you, his favourite little pet project. "I read the data-drives you instructed from the preceding article logging. I've arranged them back to the most recent mark counts."

You're looking for an empty spot to lay them on his table, but with all the meticulously arranged stacks, it's none too easy to find one.

"Perfect," the Primarch breaths, "Just on the side there is fine, don't worry."

Obligingly, you lay them atop a small mountain of paperwork.

"Do you need anything else of me, my Lord?" You chirp brightly, the tone of your voice so very painfully sweet—Cato is nearly overwhelmed fighting a pitched battle against the urge to run over, pick you up and shake you around suddenly.

Guilliman chuckles, waving one massive hand about vaguely, "You've done more than enough for me today, why don't we leave it at that for now, hm? Go on."

"Of course; thank you, and have a good evening, my Lord," You say, bow once more, and turn on your heel from the Primarch, and—and smile at Cato as you walk back towards the exit. That's—that's the first time you've smiled at him. His twin hearts lurch, slamming forward against the inside of his fused chest cavity. It's perfect abominable. You rotten temptress, he's—he's going to rectify that audacity later. Or now, if you're... possibly heading the same direction he is. Which is whatever direction you're going, purely by chance.

It's merely coincidence, he swears.

He's certainly not planning on hounding after you like a dog tailing a bitch in heat.

He's certainly not going to drag you into a side room the second he's sure no-one with a credible opinion's around.

He's certainly not going to indulge in anything heretical, like bending you bare over his knee for daring to taunt him.

Cato makes as if to fall in step behind you as you pass the threshold before him, but is quickly halted by his Father's curt, "I do not believe you have been dismissed, Cato."

He's never been subjected to such sinking dread quite so nonchalantly.

"Approach."

Cato complies stuffily, sparing a glance at your figure disappearing down the corridor before acquiescing. He's practically dragging his ceramite boots across the intricate rugs as he nears the Primarch's seated but colossal form.

Guilliman isn't looking at him, having had returned to notating a miscellaneous form.

The scritch-scratch of his gene-sire's preferred, yet archaic method of manually writing on the parchment is like someone grating a plate with a fork to his ears right now.

"You've gotten over your petty grievances regarding the Ambassador at last, I take it?" Guilliman asks, without looking up.

It is not Cato's duty to like or dislike. Nor is it to be biased without reason—his opinions are to be intellectual, not emotional. His duty is to assess, analyse and provide feedback, so that his Primarch can take it into account when making rulings and decisions.

Cato swallows around the proverbial hunk of drywall lodged in his throat and answers, "She has proven herself... useful, yes, sire."

Guilliman finally meets his eyes but says nothing for a short while. There's dark bags under his Primarch's eyes, and the deep, stern crease permanently between his dark blonde brows is a slight bit harsher, but the only thing Cato can parse out of the expression's intent is a vague sense of knowing. Because, insofar, he's thought himself quite adept at reading his Primarch; and rather well versed in deciphering the intricacies of his moods.

And right now, he feels like he's being read like an open manuscript.

The daunting prospect Cato's caught sinks it's teeth in his gullet. It's impossible, he's not left any room for suspicion, he's covered his tracks—there's no logical reason why he should be getting raked with such a look.

His gene-sire isn't a psyker nor omniscient, just impossibly intelligent—and so absurdly good at the mathematics of plotting and planning that it only appears superficially as if he is all-seeing. He can't possibly know what Cato has been doing—or rather, who he's been doing.

"It's about time," his Father hums abruptly, suddenly disinterested. "Now you're dismissed."

Cato nods, turns on his boot heel, and nigh bolts marches out the room. His proverbial tail definitely not between his legs.

The hall outside Guilliman's apartments is a central domed area that functions as a meeting area, where people go to one of six looming hallways. It's the bottom of a series of levels; and above, three echelons encircled by arcades and balustrades, framed on the exterior by engaged columns.

But the structure itself is immense and ancient, even by Imperial standards. One of the few still-original, unaltered parts of the great Gloriana-class warship's innards. It is doused in long swathes of red carpet and great standards of Magcraggian note, alongside glorious, heroic frescoes depicting Legiones Astartes in their thousands, crusading across the heavens with the Emperor their head.

Cato keeps his head down as he passes them, uneasy with guilt. Feeling as if their lenses are following him—intent on venturing into the lower layers to brood.

Several Astartes are hovering about amongst the personnel and serfs. The baselines look up at him in awe, and his Brothers nod in respect, but he pays them all no mind.

The furthest corridor beckons him, and so he goes; down the complex system of broad walks with high, barrel vault ceilings, mazing through the vessel's higher clearance reaches like arteries through a body.

Cato is seething, and self-admittedly itching to take a howler of a swing at the next thing that speaks to him.

He cuts down the southern channel and sees one of his subordinate Victrix Guard lingering in the middle of a groin vault intersection.

The younger Astartes is about to continue straight, yet he pauses.

Brother Marcellus meets Cato's eyes for a second, clearly notes his Commander's absolutely stinking mood from a hundred meters off; nods, swallows, takes a step backward—and changes direction to go left rather than pass him.

Cato's too pissed to even linger on the strangeness of the action.

Still, he doesn't rightly blame him.

Cato strides on, back straight, chin up—the red shawl pinned beneath his pauldrons swirling behind him.

His thoughts are eating at him the whole while.

He's sure his Primarch is just trying to innocently divine his sudden change of mind regarding you. There's no way his Father's aware of why. And yet, guilt is a big black wolf nipping at his ankles, making him hasten; and unease clouds about his heart. He's mortified, for lack of a better word.

The full implications of the situation are too enormous to be faced all at once; so he picks the smallest, most banal facet he can think of.

That being, you.

You, who he'll never see again if his Primarch finds out.

You, who's practically damned him without knowing it.

You, who he's now valiantly trying not to imagine in a hundred different circumstances where he gets away with it all. Each one more heretical than the last—it's like it was before he'd managed a hand on you: his body giving in to suffocating delusions, sleepless in his cot; lapping at whatever scant, lust-soaked morsels his mind offers up.

One of his favourites remains you scantily clad beneath a moonlit night sky, on the parapet of his ancestral fortress on the coastal edge of Perusia.

He likes to fantasise you like it there.

He suspects you would.

He knows just about all there is to know about you on paper, and wonders if you know much of Talassar. Or if you've read about Castra Tanagra. He assumes Guilliman would share the tale of that famed old battle with you as a part of your readings.

Each impossible reverie is a new shiny nail in his coffin, or dreadnaut—it depends where and how he dies, and if there's anything scrape up of him when he eventually goes down in a blaze of glory and duty, and honour.

If his Primarch catches him, there's going to be none of that.

He'll be struck from living record, like Titus had been. Cato would be lucky to get a little plaque in the deepest pits of the Fortress of Hera. Reduced to a whispered memory of his achievements passed solemnly between Captains, followed up with words of disappointment. Of waste. Until his memory dies with them and his deeds fade into obscurity, lost to any new brothers.

The fate that awaits you would somehow be worse. Cato was always going to die in war, as was his right—but you—you were not fashioned for such things. Yes, Guilliman enjoys you, but that fact won't save you. Just like it won't save Cato for all his usefulness. You'd be tried as a heretic, as a source of corruption upon the Legiones, and you'd be made to suffer; because torture ever comes before execution. You're so very soft weak in so very many ways. Your life lived in a gilded cage, without pain nor discomfort that extends further than grating professional grievances—he doesn't want to imagine the sound of you screaming, but he does.

He cannot stand the thought.

The sudden urge to barricade you in his chambers for permanent safe keeping is all-consuming.

It's suddenly all he can think about.

He has to find you.

The amount of serfs passing and parting to allow his passage thin out to nothing.

Even from the sterile confines of one of the many winding hallways, Cato abruptly swears he can hear the echoed rush of sandals—your sandals—reverberating off the floor.

He hadn't notice you following behind immediately because, damn it, he's spiralling thinking.

He chances a confrontation, and rounds about-face.

You stand there in the middle of the empty hallway like you've got a bolter aimed at you, frozen.

"Come here," he says, clipped.

You do not.

"Come here."

Again, no compliance.

"Do you pride yourself on being a idiot?" His voice is scathing now, taking a heavy step into your space and being met by you staying stock stiff, still. "Do you have any idea what that stunt of yours earlier might incur?"

"What?" You blink, finally animating. "I didn't do anything—"

"You know what you did," he hisses, accusatory. "You're hollow between the ears, but you're not blind."

Lips pursing tightly in mental deliberation, you make a fey noise of annoyance as a little frown graces your features, apparently not deigning to offer a comment back.

"Do you not understand that... this," he gesticulates between you both and his voice falls to a whisper. "This... is not common allowance?"

"It's not?"

Are you being intentionally dense at this point, or is it just second nature?

Cato raises a hand to knead the crease between his brows, "No."

"That explains a lot, actually," you say, seemingly without any real comprehension on the gravity of the matter. "I couldn't find any notes or references on it."

He's genuinely stunned, "Is that what you were doing when—"

"When I was rudely interrupted," you cut in, the comment is nigh a spat insult.

Cato isn't sure what to say to that sudden display of spine, and grumbles.

He surmises the optimal action is complete disregard.

Therefore, he has no problem turning on the heel of his sabatons and starting his pace on again.

"So... this isn't normal by Astartes standards?"

He's taken aback at your abrupt want for conversation after all that. Namely because it's atypical. You never attempted small talk with him. You never do anything but scurry off when he's accosted you for you flagrant overstepping—wait.

He feels as if the paradigm between you both has shifted again since the last time for some reason. More than last time, actually. More than you just simply having the audacity to backtalk him.

It's like some symptom of a deeper sickness rising to the surface.

It makes him unreasonably curious suspicious.

He wants to see just how much ground you'll give, so he plays along and answers, "Not as far as I am aware, no."

You hum, and immediately are at it again, posturing, "Surely you have heard of cases of it happening?"

"I have not," Cato says, and you hum in consideration.

You're satisfied at that information for a brief while, but then he remembers you cannot shut your mouth for more than five minutes, and purses his lips. He's already tiring of your incessant questioning.

"But you'd done it before?"

And that's just great.

You've expertly found an exposed nerve.

More kindling on the bonfire of him having an aneurysm before the cycle's end.

Cato can feel the hint of pressure behind his eyes as he begins increasing his walking speed. "I don't think that is a relevant question."

You haste to stay in step, "It definitely is."

"You ought to learn a civil fucking tongue when you're addressing me, woman," he bites out, nose crinkling into a sneer.

Unperturbed by his short-tempered comment, another thoughtful little 'hmm' slips out of you.

"So, to conclude... you were as inexperienced as I was at the start, and all those gloating insults back then were just projection?" You suddenly blurt out at rather impressive speed, like a politician possessed—before finishing with, "Sorry, 'all those gloating insults back then were just projection,' Commander Sicarius."

Cato grits his teeth and feels his eye twitch.

He stops, turns to look over his pauldron, and stares bloody murder.

He can't even imagine the idiocy in your brain that gave you the imprimatur to say that aloud.

But Throne, the sly little glint in your pretty eyes suddenly has his face thudding with heat.

Then you smile at him for the second time ever.

Cato bites back the urge to ogle you dumbly, and actually feels himself thicken in his body-glove in real time, because oh, fuck—his hind brain practically pelts him across the jaw with the mental pict of that sweet mouth lathing up the side of his cock.

Mentally unseated for a moment, his brows furrow; and he quickly turns away, applying himself entirely to the task of trudging down the stagings.

The silence is a breath of fresh air.

Even if he can still hear your laboured breathing a few steps back him from him. You're straining to keep up with his pace, and it's an excellent punishment for you. His heavy sabatons clank-clank-clank on the steel decking, and your little shoes practically pitter-patter in contrast. It's a syncopated rhythm that he's absentmindedly trying to match—and when he lingers for a step he manages to even the beat out.

He hangs a left, and scales the wide stairs to the open intersection platform above two at a time; trying not to snort amusedly at the little groan you let out as you hurry up them behind him, heaving.

Cato realises abruptly that you're actually, really, seriously following him—and pretending you're not.

He makes a right at the top and then waits for you to fall in step.

And, pointedly, he then turns and doubles back around.

You stand there stupefied for a moment, before grumbling softly and continuing down the thoroughfare without him.

If his observation skills hold any weight, he heads straight into the nearest open room and waits for you to follow.

He doesn't activate the locking mechanism on the other side on purpose when he strides in, and lets the sliding door close behind him.

This particular room is forgettable in its ubiquitousness, though unusual. He has no idea of it's actual intended purpose. It's fitted with screens and database terminals as if it's for debriefing purposes, but he has no real way of confirming. What he can catalogue is that there's wraparound surfaces littered with candles. A few strips of harsh lighting and scant furniture—a tallish counter and a few long benches. They're thankfully Astartes sized.

Which means he can sit down and pray for you to walk right into the metaphorical snare he's just laid.

Not a minute later, the door's sliding mechanism triggers and you scurry through—only to promptly go stiff.

You stare at him like a rat he's just found by lifting a crate.

The mechanism shuts automatically behind you and it apparently spooks you enough to jump a little.

"You're disgustingly predictable," he harrumphs, unimpressed.

A flush rises to your face as you scowl, "You're disgustingly predictable," you shoot back, echoing his words.

Of course, that audacity of yours leads to a short stalemate.

He huffs out a sigh as he concedes out of sheer frustration and says, "Three-seven-five-eight-eight-two-nine-one."

You blink dumbly at him, "...what?"

"It's my locking code," he growls, and Throne, you must be acting stupid just to grate him; because there's no way your brain is so smooth as to not connect the dots. "It's for the door, moron."

A soft 'ohh' leaves you as you turn and step aside to the key pad fixed into the frame.

"Three-seven-five-eight-eight-two-nine-one," he's agonisingly forced to say once again.

"Three-nine-five-eight-eight-two-seven-one..." you mumble to yourself.

Cato hears an angry beep and suddenly wants to smash his head into a wall repeatedly.

Grinding his molars, he snarls, "Three-seven-five-eight-eight-two-nine-one," and then adds, "If I have to repeat that one more time, I'm going to throw you out of the nearest airlock."

And it seems the threat of violence works wonders, because you don't bungle the input this time.

Cato sighs, exasperated, and leans back against the lip of the table behind the bench.

He ought to start carrying around a correctional stun rod. Just for whenever you annoy him. If it's good enough for a Neophyte to suffer, it's good enough for you, he supposes.

Or it'll send you into a seizing fit.

He's not to sure of the maximum voltage a baseline can take without their singular, puny little heart giving out.

One disciplinary option scratched out, then.

But he can think of many, many more to make a model Ambassador out of you. The wonders of carefully applied violence are plentiful. A little roughing up never hurts, or at least, not for long. And fuck, do you need some lessons on proper manners. He could have you smacked into shape like a show pony in no time—even if it'd be more like teaching a grox to trot lateral movements. Then again, he also believes if he stuck a frag far enough up a Carnifex's ass, he could probably get it to play Regicide.

And then pointedly, he starts thinking about your ass.

Cato is so utterly lost on the tangent of hypotheticals that he's flabbergasted when a small mouth lands on his own.

He hadn't even been paying attention.

He hadn't even noticed you'd neared.

It feels like the breath has been knocked out him at the sheer unexpectedness of it.

The kiss is hasty, your eyes scrunched shut and cheeks flushed, scowling with focus.

All the while, his mind reels because Throne, the contact of his lips to yours doesn't really feel particularly profound aside from how soft your skin is—but the intention of it is the real reward.

Cato's genuinely infuriated when you pull away.

You blink owlishly at him, giving him a cautious look like you're trying to gauge his reaction.

There are a thousand things he wants to ask, to say, but the foremost among them is but one.

"Again," he huffs, lessening the distance between you just enough to invite you back.

And he thinks that perhaps he’s abusing his station over you, but when you tentatively find a hold on his gorget to steady yourself to give him another kiss—those thoughts are all but erased from his mind. It's a curious weight off his shoulders to have you initiate and to show you want him in return, especially since it's as new to you as it is for him.

Nonetheless, he can't even imagine finding a reason to stop you, so he starts blindly mouthing; trying to coordinate around the fact he's so much larger than you.

The angle is difficult, but he's willing to follow your lead. Your body is even more fragile when he's in full armour. The risk of actually hurting you is realer than ever, but he can't help the desire to wrap an gauntlet around your waist and pull you closer to him. Thankfully, you let him when he urges you to, trembling hands flitting across his chestplate like you're unsure of what, exactly, you should be holding—and he catches the tiny line between your brows smoothing out as you risk a peek. Only for you to yelp, nervously wrenching yourself back in flustered surprise upon meeting his unwavering stare.

It's as if you expected something else.

He senses he's made a mistake of some kind.

Then he remembers from the motion-picts he's not supposed to keep glaring at you when kissing.

Regardless, he studies your face, memorising the lingering want still clearly there like his life depends on it.

He pulls you in and kisses you again, just because he can, this time brief and chaste. And then he goes for a third, fourth—fifth, each time slightly longer, until finally he rears back; and when he does you push up on your toes just a little, trying to chase him, but lose the nerve; although to Cato the reason for your faltering is, frankly, irrelevant. Because just like him, you lack the practical capacity to really know what next step you should take. Still, you look down at his armour, as if there's a latch to pull that magically undoes all his wargear.

He knows he's not going to get himself out of his armour in any reasonable way or amount of time.

There's no way he's getting the satisfaction of having you on him right now—but he still wants to keep you near.

He thinks he hears you ask for something, but he's too distracted to catch it in time.

"What?" Cato scowls, "What do you want now?"

It's clear you've been struck by your own embarrassment, strung up somewhere between shy and wanton, "I.. uh..."

"Spit it out," he rumbles.

You wince, hesitant as you mumble, "You, uh... i-in me."

Cato's brain skids to a halt. And it's the gall of that request alone that has him sweeping you up off the ground and spinning you around to sit in his lap.

It's obvious you're overwhelmed at being held to the formidably larger size of himself in full-plate. But as usual, you're yet to actively complain. Using his vambrace as a leg-bar to scoop under your thighs, he folds you in his grasp—your knees pressed to your chest as you're tucked back against his pauldron and chestplate.

The angle forces the hems of your robe aside, and he can see the underside curve of your ass; along with the plump mound of your vulva under the white of your small-clothes.

Cato's suddenly offended by their existence. You didn't wear any last time, so why now? The irritation of there being one more thing between you and him is enough justification to yank at them, tearing them loose—before throwing them aside.

You grumble sourly, which he chooses to ignore.

The palm of his gauntlet smooths across your hip, and you make a small huff as you shiver, goose-bumps suddenly covering your exposed flesh.

Cato lets the pads graze closer and closer to your sex, content to watch you impatiently glare at his armoured fingers from between the gap of your thighs.

With little preamble, he's stuffing his middle in. You're already so wet it's practically a cake-walk. Your cunt swallows down each articulating segment of his armoured finger down to the knuckle. The fact he's going to have to personally scrub your slick out from between the joints, instead of a lowly serf, is infinitely worth the shrill whine he receives as tribute.

"Would that my wargear had a zipper," he breathes, and fuck, he grins behind the obscurity of his gorget at the mournful mewl that remark earns. "I'd have you on your knees sucking for all the cunted trouble you've caused me."

You're making a warp-awful attempt at keeping yourself together, high-strung as you evidently are. Little more than a minute of him pumping his finger in and out of you has you red-faced and panting. All it takes to get those heavy breaths of yours to change into proper whines is his large thumb-pad adjusting to rest on your clit, applying pressure. You jerk, reflexively trying to buck into every motion. Fighting and failing to withhold the stuffy little moans escaping you—trying to stave off the inevitable by scrambling at the thigh plating of his power armour with one hand and tugging at his couter with the other.

Some part of Cato wants to stop solely out of spite for you being so grating earlier, or some other stupid mercurial justification of his; but instead, he simply continues, letting you squirm on his fingers.

And squirm you do.

It's clear to him the tide of it all is becoming too much for you to resist. Your sandal'd feet kick out where he's got your legs secured, joining in on the struggling as it begins anew when his thumb starts circling. It's a good sign, so he adds his pointer into you to bolster the stretch, curling in; before letting his fingers fan out inside you, stretching rather than stabbing. Your hips try to stutter forward in time with the quick thrusting of his digits, broken whimpers resonating off the room's walls. He promptly stuffs down to the knuckle and curls them again—and you all but bleat his surname as you're dragged into a fast and apparently exhausting orgasm. Just knowing he's you got you beat has his erection ache where it's trapped under the suiting and plating of his navel.

Cato can't feel you clenching through all the layers separating his skin from yours, but he knows from experience that you're seizing in fits internally—tight little cunt trying to milk a load out of an Astartes cock that should've been stuffed in you.

Just to allow himself one last bit of smugness, he scissors his fingers; giving a final swirl for good measure.

The shivered sob is worth every possible future disciplinary action he'll receive.

He pulls his gauntlet away slowly, and the wet shlick of it leaving you is almost amusingly alike pulling a blade from sinew. It's a degenerate comparison, he knows, but it's true.

Nonetheless, he splays out his hand and swallows dryly, eyeing the sticky, clear liquid webbing out and thinning between each ridge of his gauntlet'd digits.

Suddenly focused entirely on the fluid on his fingers, he pulls his vambrace barring under your knees up away. Now limp, and without the support, you slide off his lap and onto the floor in a slow slump.

"Nn-ngh," You groan weakly, face-down, legs still juddering a little.

Seeing as you're preoccupied, Cato doesn't even dignify the concept of hesitation, and promptly jams his fingers in his mouth—lathing the aftermath of your orgasm from them. And Throne, the taste of your hormones make him groan. He's absolutely stunned, unsure of how to act. He's so fucking stupid, why didn't he do this earlier? He's practically drugged by the omophagic aftereffect—getting off on your second hand bliss. Some sort of fey feedback loop in his brain catalysing his next decision solely on instinct.

He clambers to the floor and gets to his knees guards, securing a mitt on your bared thigh to roll you onto your back.

Apparently boneless with afterglow, you're easy to manhandle.

You barely have the strength to do much more than crane your head up at him and whine as he arranges your thighs apart, settling on his front between them with a warp-awful clank; before lifting your legs up to rest onto either lip of his gorget.

You try to scud back on your ass suddenly, but are quickly halted when he holds you fast by the hip.

He raises a confused brow.

"I-Isn't—" you start, still gathering the scraps of your brain together so soon post-orgasm, "Isn't y-your saliva acid?"

Cato suddenly wants to cuff you on the ear, "Who the hell told you that?"

"M-Master Calgar," you mumble.

Oh, of course, the gossiping hen.

He's going to have words with the Lord Defender of Greater Ultramar the next time they meet—words like 'for fuck sakes, stop scaring the woman he's trying to eat out with talk of Betcher's gland, Marneus,' come to mind, but then Cato realises that doesn't sound like he's not fucking you, so he quickly settles on: 'stop dignifying the Ambassador's hundred-and-one insane questions.'

"Not Ultramarines," Cato manages not to snarl, "It's a vestigial organ in most of us."

Your voice is shaky as you parrot, "Most of us?"

"Yes," He grunts, and promptly buries his face in your cunt.

The disproportion in size is painfully apparent when he realises his whole damned tongue is able to drag a stripe up the entire splay of you with minimal effort.

The pitched gasp he wins out of you is pure sin, and he's on the brink of swooning; but then you're running your trap again.

"Please, d-don't tell me you're one that can spit acid—" you manage to warble, seemingly still stuck on the topic.

Cato sighs as he's forced to pull away from your vulva, "I think you're forgetting I had my tongue on your tonsils in the library."

"Th-that's different," you stammer. "That's not as sensitive."

A long, unimpressed deadpan paints itself on his face.

"So," he starts with a bated hiss, "And let me be perfectly clear in this—you believe your vagina is more susceptible to burns than your mouth?"

Your face transforms into a strange mix of embarrassed and angry.

"I didn't say that—"

"Yes, you did," Cato grumbles.

"Did not," you huff.

"You—you just fucking did," he snaps, frustrated enough that he can feel one of the veins at his temple bulge. "The implication is obvious, you insufferable little whore."

You snort, but stay silent.

The argument appears, for all intents and purposes, to be finished.

"Did not," you say abruptly once more, pouting.

Cato's eyes roll back in his skull as he grits his teeth.

"Throne of Terra, if you don't drop the subject, acid in your cunt will be the least of your worries," he all but snarls, and that apparently quietens you enough that he can get back to lapping at you—the flat of his tongue running over your clit and earning a jolt.

He wraps his lips around the pink little nub and sucks. And that's all it apparently takes to make up for his amateur career in the practice.

You siphon down a sharp breath and let out a garbled cry, hips canting forward into his mouth—to which he obligingly stuffs his tongue into your slick entrance.

There's a satisfaction well beyond simple pleasure that swamps him at the way your thighs shake either side of his head. His own breath is hot about him, stuffy and dizzying; and the skin pressed against his cheeks is warm and smooth.

You're panting when he goes back to lapping over your clit, perching yourself up on a bent elbow and reaching out a hand.

Your fingers card through the messed brown hair atop his head. And he stiffens without realising—but he realises something: like this, the touch is ecstasy—pure, golden ecstasy. Every bit of higher thought in his head evaporates when you stroke him again.

A long, rumbling subvocal moan tears from him.

The infrasound vibration makes you buck weakly into his mouth again, teary eyed afore him as he adjusts his grip on you and crawls closer.

He's suddenly acutely aware that in this new, much more prone position, he's able to grind his body armour into his groin guard pressed on the floor. And as soon as the action bears results—namely a scorching burr of pleasure racing up his spine—he's deadset on rutting against the ground like a slavering beast.

He's frotting himself at a pace so rabid it'd be cruel to subject your cunt to. It's brutal, and the harsh scraping sound of plasteel on steel only further proves that. It's just frantic lust—he's desperate.

It's complete insanity how close to finishing he is so quickly.

Not as close as you, though.

He can feel how your legs jump with each pass of his tongue; and then you're unraveling in front of his very eyes.

"I-I can't—I can't, S-Sicarius, I-I—" You ramble, dazed, trying to get away as he works you right through it, sobbing and oversensitive while he's rutting himself closer and closer to his own end.

It all comes to a head when your fingers dig into his hair, tugging—and his brain is overrun with static. A drawn out groan scathes from his maw as any sense of rhythm scatters like light through a prism. For a fraction of a second, the pleasure is serene.

Then it's abject agony, he feels—he feels like Roboute Guilliman himself has just taken a running start and kicked him in the balls.

"F-Fuck–ing—gh—" he chokes, vision swimming, straining against the tide of the torment. His back arches up, and he curls inward on himself; white-hot pain clocking his nervous system into overdrive. Every muscle in his abdomen is doused in acid. He's tolerated being shot, stabbed, burnt without so much as blinking—but this is an entirely new and entirely different sort of wound. It's like he's pissing promethium. It's—it's the catheter, he realises. He'd forgotten about the bloody catheter jammed up his cock.

Through the searing ordeal, he manages to force his armour's facilities to finally abide his impulses and dose him with a pain dampener.

And then everything's fine.

He opens eyes he wasn't aware he'd closed and finds your face has suddenly gotten far closer to his.

"S-Sicarius?" You stammer, and there's an honest panic in your voice. "Sicarius, p-please, please—a-are you okay?"

He realises he's on his back, and you're sitting beside him, half draped on his chestplate, frantically trying to figure out what's wrong with him to no avail.

You've leaned in so close he can feel your rushed breathing.

"I'm fine," Cato groans, and you sputter out a sigh.

"I-I don't know what happened, I-I—" you're still wildly confused and raving, and he inhales deeply; only to be greeted by the sour animal stink of fear practically dripping from you.

Cato rolls his tongue around inside his mouth and cringes knowingly at the foaming side-effect of the chem he'd self-administered, the acrid taste mixed with your slick is certainly not an ideal cocktail.

The sincerity of concern behind your reaction is baffling. He's not made of glass, for fuck sakes—and he's a bit pissy about the fact you'd actually fallen victim to the idea of him suffering some grievous injury so easily. But he supposes where there's a will of baseline overreaction, there's a way.

"You're acting like a child, woman. Pull yourself together," he sighs hoarsely, hoping the comment jars you out of your hysteria—or at the very least scares you off.

It does exactly neither, and you sidle in closer and rest your cheek on his jaw.

It’s an action so overwhelmingly horribly affectionate that it would’ve been a crime to not press into it with a lean of his head. Or, at least, that's the half-assed justification he tells himself.

Because he's loving enduring your attention, not seeking it; and therefore only humouring you when he lifts a hand and settles the wide splay of it on your flank as a comfort.

He shouldn't be, but he is.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

SOS! SOLIDARITY KITCHEN HIT BY FIRE IN BRAZIL!

In the city of São Carlos in the Brazilian state of São Paulo, a solidarity kitchen by the Homeless Workers' Movement (MTST) that distributed over 200 meals a day for free to people in situations of social vulnerability has been hit by fire on October 8th, 2024. The people who depended on the meals were mainly inhabitants of occupations by the MTST, who are organizing a fundraiser to recover.

The causes of the fire, which has also hit their toy library, are unknown as of yet. But you can already donate!

Pix (Brazil's instant payment system): soscozinhasaocarlos@gmail.com

NEEDED ITEMS:

Freezer

Two refrigerators

Kitchen utensils (pots, cutlery)

Gas hose

Blender

Gas cylinder

Large cabinet

FOOD: – Rice – Beans – Pasta – Oil – Tomato sauce – Mixture – Seasonings

COLLECTION POINTS WHERE TO DONATE IN PERSON:

PROARA (Aparecido da Silva street, 3749- Cidade Aracy 2)

CAASO/USP (Trabalhador São Carlense avenue, 400 – CAASO building)

SINTUFSCar and ADUFSCar (Rod. Washington Luís, s/n – Monjolinho – Buildings near Palquinho/Gymnasium in the south area)

Thanks @fvneral-pyre for bringing this. Let's help them out, folks!

(x, x, x)

[streets-in-paradise]

The Real Deal - Matt Murdock x Witch!Reader

Warnings: I haven't wrote for Daredevil in a long while, so forgive me if i have mistaken details of the show.

Summary: You want to help your lawyers in their most challenging case, but the controversial nature of your skills leaves it up to question.

Tags: @chezagnes

Matt and Foggy meet you as one of their early clients and, in their perspective, you were a simple fortune teller unfortunately caught in a legal issue. Your case was so absurd that it represented easy work for them. Even in the strange times they were living in, it still made no sense. A matter of police profiling through the mass hysteria in the post Loki New York making you suspicious for carrying symbols of norse witchcraft. Runic readings weren't the only service you offered and your practices weren't culturally límited to what then started to be considered an asgardian danger. However, society was still adapting to the discovering and the clueless officers couldn't tell the difference between an asgardian sorceress and the neighborhood's witch. Your lawyers realized of that, and the instant fondness of you that at least half of the firm developed closed the deal for you to get out of trouble.

Unlike most of their clientele, you were managing to pay them in cash. Slow, but consistent payments that also worked as a way to stay in touch. Despite they were highly skeptical of your activity, they did appreciate their owned share of its product. Catholic belief wasn't an obstacle for Matt's flirting and his friend would never miss the chance to tease him for that when you were arround. That precise combination of factors made you be always welcome, but with each visit you noticed they were struggling deeper than just financtially.

They got in serious trouble attempting to legally save the neighborhood from gentrification taking down the lead of the dirty business surrounding it. Even their secretary was involved in the investigation, huge deal that made you feel quite concerned for all of them.

You were relatively new in the city, but that didn't mean you weren't inclined to help. The chain reaction would screw everyone over, except for the top rich.

You weren't an asgardian terrorist, but neither the easy to underestimate facade associated with your business. To some of your clients, the ones coming for meaningless issues or unethical things, you would ocassionally sell advice disguised of bullshit.However, you were a real witch performing unmistakeable results for causes that justified it.

Overhearing the plotting of your favorite lawyers, you found one that was worth all your efforts.

" Let me help you out with Fisk." You interrupted them instead of awaiting for Karen to take your payment. " … A full name, birth date and a personal object is all I need, for a start. "

Foggy couldn't believe what you had just proposed, taking it as absolute nonsense.

" Not in the mood for jokes, Princess Opal. We have a serious situation here, but we will call you to join the search if someone goes missing. "

You didn't let the demeaning comment bring you down, it was exactly what you expected of him.

" Believe it or not, I am a worker of justice just like you." You corrected him ríght away. " When your system fails, some people come to me hoping to rush the action of karma. Others want me to give them the hope in justice that their practicers can't provide. Do you have any idea of how many clients i get that are currently in legal battles, but don't trust the courts to give them what they need for the sake of it? How much work with justice i get demmanded? It's insane! Regardless of what you believe about it, you can't deny it says something. "

Matt was very silent, untill the tease got him snarky.

" We are working to make things better, I hope you will not resent us for winning that hope back. "

You smiled, already struggling to resist his charm. Despite he obviously couldn't see it, you could swear he noticed the effect he had in you.

" On the contrary, I admire you. I know of the kind of hard time you get when trying to do the ríght thing." You admitted, not realizing you were already toying with the tips of your hair. " When an obsessive weirdo comes asking me to magically force someone to love them, or to curse a coworker they envy, I sell them teraphy disguised with self satisfying witchy-sounding talk. Placebos, so they will get someting to come back for and not search for an unethical bastard that could either scam them worse or do the damage they want for the proper price. When worried parents bring a sick child, I do the real healing ritual for free and make up my costs doing readings or charging an asshole tax on the crazy ones. That's who I am, my concience makes me loose money, and i believe we are on the same page when it comes to business models. "

The comparison was strange, but it showed perfect understandment of their situation found in the weirdest of places.

" I was not aware there were ethics in witchcraft. "

" For you only, I'm willing to ignore my code. " You snarked back in a flirtatious tone. " Let me hex Fisk, show him something that would make him regret to mess with the neighborhood. "

Foggy was cautious of your slightly sinister expression at the end and started to think you trully believed in the power on your threat.

" Sounds like a mobster message, clearly not our style. "

" How would that work?" Karen interrupted him. " It won't kill anyone, ríght?"

Her friend stared at her in disbelief.

" You can't be serious. "

" Foggy, gods have fallen from the sky ... I say we let her give it a try. "

" Those were aliens, not gods. " Matt corrected. " I don't believe in curses, it comes with being a catholic. "

He did make you chuckle with that one.

" Well, hipocricy also comes with catholicism. "

" She got you … can't beat the allegations! " Foggy teased him ríght away. " Your fault for making us jump in defense of the beautifull savage for you to play missionary with. "

You both were left in evidence on a matter of seconds.

" Thanks, Foggy! It's the first lovely thing about me you have to say today."

He didn't intend to sound harsh, but he couldn't possibly understand you.

" Try to see things from my perspective: i feel like i'm being mocked. "

" If it eases your concience, the methods are mostly a facade. I'm the real deal, it runs in the blood. " You confessed, wondering if you would regret it later. " Mom thinks i got it from my father. I don't know, I never meet him and at this point i don't think I want to. Don't waste time asking me about that."

" Can you cast the honesty curse from ' Liar, Liar'? That would be really helpfull. " Foggy mocked you once more. " We seek to expose Fisk, get him in jail. Even if we could believe you, I don't see how your offer can be any usefull. "

At least you could say you got him Interested. Weirded, maybe, but attentive.

" I can curse his business. Mysterious incidents will keep happening and he will loose money. Of course, I believe the Devil is doing his part on that, but why not giving him some help? Fisk will be easier for you to legally take down if he has too many things to attend at once. A vigilante and the curse of a real witch should be enough to do the dirty work for you. One problem, he may attempt to solve, but who is going to warn him about me? Even if they would … Do you think he would believe it?"

The next objection came from Matt, but that didn't surprise you as it should.

" Well, for a start we don't work with vigilantes."

" Too late, i think he is working with you." You snarked back. " Sounds like a good plan to me. After all, your church believes witches are the devil's consorts, ríght?"

In that simple comment he obtained all the proof he needed to believe in your gifts, realization that stayed between him and you.

[hdra77]

Ok since this blog is kinda getting alot of attention i'll just make a pinned post about a little bit of myself

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(they can be filtered through tags but just putting this here as a heads up)

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Inspirations is ok too!! But please do not directly copy from the original work.

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Heyy! i'm Soren!

He/Him

You can call me Zarou or Dra

I am bilingual but im more comfortable speaking in english (still bad at it actually)

I'm an adult but that doesn't mean i allow suggestive comments/nsfw art on any of my ocs/aus.

I'm multifandom so you would occasionally stumble upon different fandoms from me LMAO besides, this blog isn't STRICTLY Rainworld related i can do what i want

Commissions: closed

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#hdra7shitposts - yes, shitposts

Art tags:

#fishdoesart,#fishdoesdoodles,#fishdoesrequests,#wips

#fishbites.txt - ramblings

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#asks - all of my responses goes here

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Twist of Fate AU

(Tag: #Sprunki Fate AU)

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Metamorphosis AU

(Tag: #nine sols metamorphosis AU)

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(Tag: #rw disarray au)

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(Tag: rainsols au)

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my DNI are basically the general DNI: proshippers,homophobes,etc. you know, the general

my interest varies but i currently hyperfixtate on these fandoms so far:

Sprunki

Rainworld

Nine Sols

Animator vs Animation/Animation vs Minecraft

Slay the princess

Warrior cats

Marikinonline4

My dms here are also open so feel free to send me a message! (No weird dms or you get instant block)

Im busy and i dont check discord as frequently but i would be happy to talk to you! I would also be glad to make friends im not intimidating i promise i dont bite totally-

My ask box are always open! Ask me anything basically, my aus, ocs, pretty much anything. You can also send some requests but they will take a gajillion years to finish but i promise ill get them done soon!

My other blogs:

@nyaworld-askblog - for the nyaworld au! this blog is story driven but asks for specific characters are always welcome!

My Rainworld AU tags:

#rw voided au - simple AU about iterators called voideds who drains void fluids out of other iterators, theres also some rot infection going on too

#rw disarray au/SYSTEM FAILURE - a virus in Lttm's code had created a fatal error in her system which caused her to slowly spiral into insanity as she would slowly loosen her grip onto reality, claiming that she had found the solution to their problem..but was it really the answer all along?

#rw nyaworld au - joke au about the entire rainworld cast taking place in the 2000's this one is purely just for nostalgia purposes

#into the sigverse - technically considered an au. this is just a silly little askblog about different versions of NSH interacting because for some reason they can now magically interact with different alternate universe versions of themselves. ocs being used to interact is allowed to!! anyone can use this tag however they please you don't have to send me asks to be a part of the sigverse

-- still WIP --

[plain-and-simple-ninja]

a nice encounter at work today!!!!

>"Good evening, I'd like to buy a ticket to [redacted]. Can I pay with BLIK?" (*it's a Polish payment system that allows making instant payments using only the mobile banking app)

>"You can't, we accept only cash or cards."

>(eyes round with terror, shock and disbelief)

>"...I guess you don't have neither cash nor card?"

>"I don't... Now what?..."

>(deep sigh) Okay, that's what we're gonna do... (quick explanation that he can send the money through BLIK to my personal bank account using my phone number and then I'll pay for him - I don't have to do this for him, but I also use BLIK and I'm a nice person, so why not)

>"Oh wow, that's great, thank you!"

>(I give him my number, he sends me 19 zł, I take out my phone to check if I received the money already)

>(he sees my wallpaper for like 0.25 seconds) OHHHH, DO YOU WATCH WRESTLING?? KENNY OMEGA AND SO ON?

.........and so I sold him the ticket and instead of going back to work I spent like 15 minutes talking with him about Japanese wrestling and the fact Kenny Omega will be back in January :P

(if you're somehow reading this, my dear random wrestling fan passenger - you made my day and I hope you have a wonderful evening 😊)

[fandom-trash-xl]

EPISODE 7: COLLAR

#NotMyGoku

A SINGLE SHOT CHANGED IN THE OPENING. They replaced the minotaur with a bunch of King Kidan's royal entourage.

We tune back in with Team 2- turns out the ship failed because one of its systems required a Demon Realm exclusive element. Luckily, just that very second, Hybis comes by to pick them up. We get a cute little second of Vegebul where Vegeta steps in front of his wife, but, otherwise, they pretty much trust Hybis instantly.

And Bulma's coming along! Don't know what made up her mind this time. Maybe she was kinda curious anyway, but Kibito not coming along gave her space in the ship to tag in. Maybe she wants to pursue that new element for science reasons. Maybe her husband has abandonment issues.

Back in the Demon Realm, Goku discovers magical multimeal rations and we, the audience, discover the writers' barely disguised fetish right as the Gendarmerie pulls them over. Turns out Panzy's collar isn't letting them fly under the radar.

Panzy's also got a sharp eye, at least for spotting the fuzz.

After pulling off some Instant Transmission (which seems to be working just fine) shenanigans to keep Goku out of sight, the demon cops finally decide that Panzy's suspicious after the failed smoke bomb raid- they don't seem to care or even acknowledge that she's the princess.

We get a brief little fight- Shin can actually hold his own, Glorio shows off his lightning techniques with a tactical precision strike (I then proceed to dissolve, help me), and Goku gives the last plane a Team Rocket blast off with a... regular ki blast. No Kamehameha yet?

Unfortunately, broken glass is enough to stop our heroes, so they have to steal one of the Gendarmerie planes. Panzy disables the communicators on the unconscious grunts, but there's still the concern of her collar.

She can't break it, it's made of Katchintite! It's indestructible! Never heard that one before! /s

Proving my point, Shin has some magic that can break it!

Speaking of Shin, turns out he has a true Demon Realm name- Nahare. Still doesn't seem to match up with his siblings' names, unless there's some sort of wordplay I'm not picking up on.

Once they're on the road (in the sky?) again, Panzy gets in touch with her hacker friend (he's giving Kikono vibes, but also frog vibes) to give them a new Warp-Sama passcode. And I sure hope those are headphones he's got on, because if we're breaking the Demon Realm pointy-ear rule already, I swear...

Maybe there are a few round ear folks in the Demon Realm, just more of outcasts.

Goku's too itchy about fighting the Tamagami to hold off and wait for Vegeta and the rest of the gang, so he tells them to just catch up to them just as Hybis is giving his demands for payment in worm pizza. (And he's single, you say?)

Not that we're at the Tamagami site, now's the time to point out that the Dragon Ball Super rot has returned.

Fuel for the ill-informed "Bad Dad Goku" fire: "How did you raise a kid?" "Oh, I wasn't really involved!"

OH SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

On top of that, Goku's backpedaling in his recovery in Fight-holics Anonymous. "Gee, I wonder how strong the Tamagami is! I can't wait to fight the Tamagami! The strong villain couldn't beat them that makes me want to fight them more!" What happened to the goal of, you know, getting the wish to help Dende?

Anyway, let's breathe and go over the next episode preview:

Goku fights the Tamagami as Piccolo, Vegeta, and Bulma get up to some Demon Realm shenanigans, and Glorio continues his shady dealings.

EPISODES WITHOUT KNOWING HANVI'S WHEREABOUTS: 7

The counter seems even sillier now that we're fully in the Demon Realm, but it's about the bit!

[acceptccnow]

Advancements in E-Commerce Credit Card Processing Techniques

Article by Jonathan Bomser | CEO | Accept-Credit-Cards-Now.com

The digital realm of e-commerce is a constantly shifting landscape, adapting to meet the ever-evolving needs of contemporary consumers. In today's age, the seamless acceptance of credit card payments remains a critical element for businesses. This article explores the most recent strides in e-commerce credit card processing techniques and their transformative impact on the operations of online businesses.

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The Evolution of E-Commerce Credit Card Processing E-commerce has undergone a remarkable journey from basic payment gateways to the sophisticated systems of today. These innovations not only enhance transaction convenience but also significantly elevate security standards.

The High-Risk Challenge In sectors such as CBD or credit repair, navigating credit card processing can be intricate. Recent developments offer tailored solutions with high-risk merchant accounts and accompanying high-risk payment gateways. These tools provide the flexibility and security required to manage transactions effectively in high-risk industries.

Tailored Solutions for E-Commerce Generic payment processing systems fall short for e-commerce businesses. Specialized e-commerce merchant accounts cater specifically to online retailers, offering more than just payment processing. They provide insights into customer behavior and trends, empowering businesses to make data-driven decisions that enhance sales.

Streamlined Integration A significant advancement in e-commerce credit card processing is the seamless integration of payment gateways into websites. This integration eliminates the need for customers to leave the site to complete a transaction, thereby reducing cart abandonment rates. Online credit card processing becomes a natural part of the shopping journey.

The Role of Technology Cutting-edge technology, including machine learning and AI, plays a pivotal role in advancing credit card processing systems. Real-time detection and prevention of fraudulent transactions ensure the security of both businesses and customers. These technologies analyze extensive data, making instant decisions to approve or decline transactions.

The Future of E-Commerce Credit Card Processing With e-commerce's continued surge in popularity, the demand for enhanced payment processing solutions will only escalate. Looking forward, exciting developments such as biometric authentication for payments are anticipated, promising improved security and convenience. Additionally, the further integration of cryptocurrencies into e-commerce payment gateways is expected, expanding payment options for consumers.

Advancements in e-commerce credit card processing have reshaped the digital business landscape. From handling high-risk transactions to offering specialized e-commerce solutions, these developments streamline processes and bolster security. With technology's continual evolution, the future holds promising prospects for e-commerce payment processing.

[rideboomindia]

How a female can book only female driver with RideBoom , Empowering Women

RideBoom promises to revolutionize the way people travel around the city. The app, which is available for both iOS and Android devices, allows users to book a ride quickly and easily from their current location to their desired destination. With just a few taps on their smartphone, users can select the type of vehicle they want, track their driver in real time, and pay for their ride securely and conveniently through the app. In the words of the RideBoom Founder and CEO Harminder Malhi, known as Harry Malhi, "Our app is designed to make transportation as easy and convenient as possible while also providing a safe and reliable service that our customers can trust." In addition to its user-friendly interface, the app also offers several innovative features that set it apart from other on-demand transportation services. These include: Instant booking: Users can book a ride in seconds, with no need to wait for a driver to become available. Real-time tracking: Users can track their driver's location and estimated time of arrival in real time, giving them peace of mind and reducing the risk of missed pickups. Multiple payment options: Users can pay for their rides directly through the app, using a credit card, debit card, or other payment method. Driver ratings and reviews: Users can rate their drivers and leave feedback after each ride, helping to maintain a high level of service quality. Safety features: The app includes several safety features, such as a two-factor authentication system, a panic button, and a real-time monitoring system that alerts the company in case of any emergencies. In the words of the Founder, "We believe that our new ride-sharing app will change the way people think about transportation, and we're excited to be at the forefront of this revolution," Further. "We're committed to providing our customers with the best possible service, and we look forward to expanding our reach and making our app available to more people in the coming months." The RideBoom app is available in both stores and is free to download. Let's RideBoom your business.

[psychotrenny]

That whole thing about Hamas beheading babies was such obvious bullshit propaganda, but at this point it wouldn't change my opinions at all even if it was true. The Palestinians are one of (if not the) most savagely oppressed people on the planet. Every day of their lives from the moment they are born they are subjected to shootings and bombings, abductions and disappearances, tortures and rapes. Everything they own can be destroyed or stolen in an instant at the whims of their occupiers. Even those few lucky enough to avoid personally experiencing such things have to bear the burden of their countless friends and family who have, and end every day knowing that tomorrow it could happen to them. Not to mention the constant state of poverty and deprivation they are kept in through the theft of their land and capital and the brutal Israeli blockades that prevent them from obtaining any more. Malnutrition is ubiquitous and leaves them vulnerable to diseases that their overburdened and repeatedly ravaged healthcare system is largely unable to deal with. Meanwhile Israeli settlers enjoy one of the highest standards of living in the world through this stolen land, stolen wealth and the payments the USA gives them in exchange for their loyalty as an Imperial outpost.

Like if you'd been living like this your entire life, if this was the only thing you'd ever known, just ask yourself how restrained you'd be if you got a chance to strike back against the oppressors that afflicted your life with such misery. I certainly wouldn't have much kindness in my heart for them or much patience to hold back my darker impulses. Honestly, considering everything they've been through, the actual conduct of the Palestinian fighters displays a remarkable degree of mercy. At the very least they're showing far more mercy to the Israelis than was ever shown to them

Like I'm not saying such killings would be a good thing, that it would be entirely "justified" and that the infants would have "deserved it". From a detached point of any sort of killing is terrible and the killing of the most vulnerable even more so. But I wouldn't see them as entirely unreasonable; like it's understandable why these tortured and desperate people would act out in such a way. And ultimately I just wouldn't care; whatever violence is inflicted to dismantle Israel is a miniscule fraction that it inflicts through it's very existence. I just couldn't give a shit about the deaths of 100 Israeli infants when every day that Israel exists 100s more Palestinian infants die; through both the incredibly poverty Palestinians are forced into and through the direct interpersonal violence inflicted to maintain it. Like you don't have to defend various excesses and atrocities committed by liberation movements to defend the movements themselves; to realise that such actions don't discredit the entire movement and that the forces they fight against commit far more atrocities on far larger a scale.

That's not to say that such conduct should go unchallenged and there should be no consequences to the perpetrators (especially from within the movement). Such atrocities certainly aren't a good thing and it should be the major aim of any armed movement to prevent them from happening and administer proper discipline when they do. I just think, as outside observers and supporters, it's important to keep the broader context in mind, that terrible incidents do not instantly change the dynamics of a conflict and the ends of the combatants. Like ideally freedom should be won with as littler violence and cruelty as possible, but we don't live in an ideal world and if you go around directly equating the violence of the slave-holder and the violence of the slave you'll just be giving unjust credibility to the former. The Liberal reflex to discard context and "both-sides" an issue is poison and any half-way competent Leftist should not swallow it

[jeraldnepoleon]

Switching to G-Health from Grapes IDMR: Discover New Advanced Features

In the ever-evolving world of healthcare technology, Grapes IDMR has taken a bold step forward by reintroducing G-Health, an advanced mobile app that revolutionizes the way patients manage and access their medical records. From keeping track of lab results to booking appointments with top doctors, G-Health is designed to offer a seamless, user-friendly experience for patients and their families. Whether you’re managing a single person’s healthcare needs or organizing health records for your entire family, G-Health brings convenience, security, and functionality right to your mobile device.

Let’s explore the new and improved features of G-Health, and how this app can transform the way you handle medical information.

What is G-Health?

G-Health is the newly rebranded version of Grapes IDMR’s healthcare management app, designed to give patients a simple, intuitive way to manage their medical records. This app is your one-stop solution for accessing vital healthcare information, making appointments, and ensuring that all your important medical data is stored securely. With a focus on efficiency and ease of use, G-Health empowers users to stay on top of their health without the hassle of paperwork, phone calls, or endless hospital visits.

Key Features of G-Health: What’s New and Improved

1. Effortless Appointment Booking

Booking an appointment with a top doctor near you is now easier than ever with G-Health’s streamlined booking system. Say goodbye to long phone calls and endless waiting times. With just a few clicks, you can schedule an appointment with leading healthcare professionals in your area.

The app provides detailed information about available doctors, including their qualifications, areas of expertise, and patient reviews. You can select the doctor that best fits your healthcare needs and choose a time that works for you. This feature is a game-changer for patients who need to see specialists but struggle with finding the right time or location for their appointments.

2. Seamless Access to Lab Results and Discharge Summaries

One of the standout features of G-Health is the instant access to lab results, discharge summaries, and prescriptions. There’s no longer a need to wait for a doctor’s office to call you back or to sift through piles of paper. As soon as your results are ready, they are automatically uploaded to your G-Health account.

Patients can review their lab results at their convenience and get a detailed breakdown of their health status. This is especially useful for patients who are managing chronic illnesses or those who require regular check-ups. Having access to these documents allows you to make informed decisions about your health, without unnecessary delays.

3. Centralized Family Health Records

Managing the health records of an entire family can be overwhelming, especially when it involves tracking medical files for different family members. G-Health simplifies this by offering a centralized platform where you can view and manage the medical records of your entire family in one place. Whether it’s your children’s vaccination records, your spouse’s prescription history, or your lab test results, everything is accessible with just a few taps on your mobile device.

This new feature is particularly helpful for parents who need to stay updated on their children’s health, allowing for easy access to pediatric records. It’s a single app that caters to the entire family, removing the need to juggle multiple healthcare platforms.

4. Secure Payment and Avoiding Hospital Queues

Hospital visits often come with long lines and waiting times, but G-Health has eliminated this issue by offering online payment options. You can pay for your consultations and treatments directly through the app, bypassing the need to wait at the hospital. This feature not only saves time but also ensures a more efficient and stress-free experience.

Additionally, the cashless payment system helps avoid unnecessary contact, a key benefit in the post-pandemic world. You can view past payments, receive payment reminders, and keep track of all transactions for insurance and tax purposes.

5. Timely Medication and Appointment Reminders

Missing an important medication dose or forgetting about a doctor’s appointment can lead to serious health consequences. With G-Health, this is no longer a concern. The app offers customized reminders for both medication schedules and upcoming appointments Like chemotherapy and Radiotherapy many more, ensuring you never miss a dose or an important healthcare event.

This feature is particularly beneficial for individuals managing chronic conditions or elderly patients who need regular medication. The app will send you push notifications or reminders based on your personalized settings, helping you stay consistent with your treatment.

Why Switch to G-Health from Grapes IDMR?

Switching to G-Health from Grapes IDMR brings several advanced benefits that make managing healthcare easier, faster, and more secure. Here’s why G-Health is the best choice for managing your family’s healthcare:

1. Simplified User Interface

The newly designed interface of G-Health is clean, easy to navigate, and designed for users of all ages. From tech-savvy individuals to those who are less familiar with mobile apps, the user-friendly layout ensures that anyone can quickly access their medical data without confusion. The app’s design is optimized to make sure every feature is just a few clicks away.

2. Comprehensive Medical Data at Your Fingertips

Unlike other healthcare apps that offer limited access to medical data, G-Health provides comprehensive access to all your essential health information. From lab results to discharge summaries and ongoing treatments, everything is available in one place. This level of access can greatly enhance communication between patients and their healthcare providers, improving the overall quality of care.

3. Enhanced Data Security

In today’s digital world, data security is paramount. G-Health ensures that all your medical data is stored with end-to-end encryption, protecting your personal information from unauthorized access. The app adheres to the highest standards of medical data privacy, giving you peace of mind when managing your family’s health records.

4. Consistent Updates and Support

As healthcare technology advances, so does G-Health. The app is consistently updated with the latest features and improvements, ensuring that users always have access to the most cutting-edge tools for managing their health. Additionally, the app’s customer support is responsive and available to help with any issues you may encounter.

Testimonials and User Feedback

Users who have switched to G-Helath have reported high levels of satisfaction with the app’s performance and features. Here are some testimonials from satisfied users:

Nidhin, IT Professional: “G-health has provided us with valuable insights into our family’s health. Its robust reporting and analytics capabilities have helped us make informed decisions and optimize our healthcare management.”

Robin Yohannan, IT Manager: “G-health is a comprehensive solution for our healthcare needs. It provides end-to-end capabilities to address multiple aspects of health management, making it an indispensable tool for our family.”

Conclusion: Why G-Health is the Future of Healthcare Management

Switching to G-Health from Grapes IDMR is more than just an upgrade; it’s a complete transformation in the way you manage your health. With features like centralized family records, instant access to lab results, easy appointment bookings, and secure online payments, G-Health offers everything you need in a modern healthcare app.

As the healthcare industry continues to evolve, having a reliable, user-friendly platform to manage your health is essential. G-Health delivers on all fronts, making it the perfect solution for individuals and families looking to take control of their healthcare journey.

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[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Pix: most used payment method in Brazil

Pix, the instant payment system developed by the Central Bank of Brazil, has become the most widely used payment method in the country. Just four years after its launch, it has surpassed cash transactions, according to data from the survey Brazilians and Their Relationship with Money, published by the Central Bank on Wednesday (Dec. 4).

Pix is currently used by 76.4 percent of the population and is the most frequently employed payment method among 46 percent of those surveyed. In the previous survey conducted in 2021, Pix had been operational for only a few months but had already been adopted by 46 percent of the population. However, at that time, its usage frequency was just 17 percent.

In the current survey, debit card ranks second, used by 69.1 percent of the population and serving as the most frequent payment method for 17.4 percent of respondents.

Cash (banknotes and coins) ranked third in this year's survey, utilized by 68.9 percent of the population and serving as the most frequent payment method for 22 percent. In the 2021 survey, cash was used by 83.6 percent of the population and was the most frequently used method for 42 percent of respondents.

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[xettle-technologies]

What are the key features of fintech solutions for business banking?

In today’s fast-paced and technology-driven world, fintech solutions have revolutionized the way businesses handle their banking needs. Fintech business banking is designed to streamline financial processes, enhance efficiency, and provide tailored solutions for businesses of all sizes. By leveraging cutting-edge technology, fintech companies are transforming traditional banking into a more dynamic, accessible, and customer-centric experience. Here, we explore the key features of fintech solutions for business banking, highlighting the impact of fintech payment systems, global reach, and the role of providers like Xettle Technologies in shaping this transformative sector.

1. Seamless Account Management

One of the primary features of fintech business banking is seamless account management. Fintech platforms offer intuitive dashboards and user-friendly interfaces that allow businesses to monitor their accounts in real-time. Features such as automated reconciliation, instant notifications, and integrated reporting tools make managing finances more efficient and less time-consuming. Business owners can track expenses, revenues, and cash flow from a single platform, ensuring they stay on top of their financial health.

2. Advanced Fintech Payment Systems

Fintech solutions are renowned for their innovative payment systems. A fintech payment system enables businesses to send and receive payments swiftly and securely. These systems often support multiple payment methods, including bank transfers, credit and debit cards, mobile wallets, and international payments. Additionally, advanced features such as recurring billing, payment reminders, and instant settlements simplify financial transactions for businesses.

Payment gateways offered by fintech companies are designed with robust security measures, including encryption and tokenization, to protect sensitive data. This level of security builds trust and ensures compliance with global financial regulations, making it easier for businesses to operate across borders.

3. Global Accessibility

Fintech global solutions provide businesses with the ability to operate seamlessly across international markets. This is particularly beneficial for businesses involved in cross-border trade. Fintech platforms facilitate currency conversions, international payments, and global compliance, reducing the complexities of managing finances in a globalized economy.

For instance, businesses can leverage fintech platforms to access multi-currency accounts, enabling them to hold and transact in various currencies without incurring high conversion fees. This global reach empowers businesses to expand their operations and cater to international clients with ease.

4. Tailored Financial Products

Fintech business banking solutions are highly customizable, offering tailored financial products that meet specific business needs. Whether it’s working capital loans, invoice financing, or expense management tools, fintech platforms provide solutions that cater to diverse industries and business models. This personalization ensures that businesses receive the support they need to grow and thrive in a competitive market.

Moreover, fintech platforms use data-driven insights to assess the financial health of businesses, enabling them to offer customized credit solutions and better interest rates compared to traditional banks.

5. Enhanced Security and Fraud Prevention

Security is a top priority in fintech business banking. Advanced fintech platforms incorporate state-of-the-art technologies such as artificial intelligence (AI), machine learning (ML), and blockchain to detect and prevent fraudulent activities. Features like two-factor authentication (2FA), biometric verification, and real-time fraud alerts provide businesses with peace of mind.

By leveraging AI and ML algorithms, fintech platforms can identify unusual transaction patterns and flag suspicious activities, minimizing the risk of financial fraud. This proactive approach to security helps businesses safeguard their assets and maintain trust with their stakeholders.

6. Integration with Business Tools

Fintech business banking solutions integrate seamlessly with other business tools, such as accounting software, customer relationship management (CRM) systems, and enterprise resource planning (ERP) platforms. This integration streamlines operations and reduces manual effort, enabling businesses to focus on core activities.

For example, automated synchronization between fintech banking platforms and accounting tools ensures that financial data is always up-to-date, reducing errors and saving time during audits and financial reporting.

7. Real-Time Data and Analytics

Access to real-time data and analytics is a game-changer for businesses. Fintech solutions provide detailed insights into financial performance, helping businesses make informed decisions. Features like cash flow forecasting, expense categorization, and trend analysis empower businesses to plan strategically and optimize their financial resources.

8. Scalability and Flexibility

Fintech platforms are designed to grow with businesses. Whether a business is a startup, SME, or large enterprise, fintech solutions offer scalability and flexibility to adapt to changing needs. As businesses expand, they can access additional features and services without facing the limitations often associated with traditional banking systems.

9. Cost-Effective Solutions

Fintech business banking is typically more cost-effective than traditional banking. By automating processes and leveraging technology, fintech platforms reduce operational costs, which translates into lower fees for businesses. Features such as free transactions, minimal account maintenance charges, and competitive interest rates make fintech solutions an attractive option for businesses looking to optimize their financial operations.

10. Support for SMEs and Startups

Small and medium-sized enterprises (SMEs) and startups often face challenges in accessing traditional banking services. Fintech solutions bridge this gap by offering accessible and inclusive banking options. Features like quick account setup, simplified loan applications, and dedicated customer support make fintech platforms a go-to choice for emerging businesses.

Xettle Technologies: A Pioneer in Fintech Business Banking

Among the many players in the fintech sector, Xettle Technologies stands out as a pioneer in delivering comprehensive fintech business banking solutions. By combining advanced technology with a customer-centric approach, Xettle Technologies empowers businesses to manage their finances effectively. Their innovative fintech payment system and global capabilities ensure that businesses can operate seamlessly in today’s interconnected world.

Conclusion

Fintech business banking has transformed the financial landscape, offering a plethora of features that cater to the evolving needs of businesses. From advanced fintech payment systems and global accessibility to enhanced security and tailored financial products, fintech solutions provide the tools necessary for businesses to thrive in a competitive market. Companies like Xettle Technologies exemplify the potential of fintech solutions to drive innovation and efficiency in business banking. As fintech global solutions continue to evolve, businesses can look forward to even more robust and dynamic banking experiences in the future.