#it’s been a sec but pleas e

[lorelune]

also

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[absolutelybifurious]

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

tagged by @pikapitou and @clytemnestraaa who gave me PLAY and DREAM so i guess i'll do both bc i'm a greedy bitch (from stripper and magic fic in no particular order)

P - “Please, Buck,” Eddie says, and he’s still got his eyes shut. He’s got his hands on the back of his couch, like he’s trying to pull himself up from a ledge.

L - “Like you need a job,” Albert huffs.

Buck drops his head back into the booth as the waiter drops the tequila off at the table. “I do need a job. I need consistency. I need something other than my parent’s shut-up-and-leave-us-alone money. Just because I’ve got that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna do something.”

A - And it’s like a plea, it’s like standing at the gates of Heaven and watching them creak and swing open. It’s everything Buck’s ever needed. He takes a couple more steps, and he stares the brown of Eddie’s eyes, and knows – knows how bad Eddie needs him. Knows, despite everything, despite every mistake, this is exactly where he’s supposed to be.

Y - “You’re scared?” Buck asks.

Eddie’s eyes rush up to his, wide again. “Yeah, I am, because…” He swats at one of the bugs that lands on his shoulder. “I get you think this is some storybook wonder or whatever, but it’s dangerous. Before you showed up tonight, I almost…”

D - “Don’t do that!” Buck lets out a breath, then starts the car. “Don’t say things like that. Don’t look at me like—I promised myself I wasn’t going to fuck you until you were well-rested. I am demonstrating Sisyphean levels of restraint, so you cannot look at me like that.”

R - Ravi is a flirt. It’s normal, but Eddie can’t help the feature length film that blares through him, of Buck and Ravi talking, flirting, of Buck realizing how much easier Ravi is, how nice Ravi’s eyes are, how funny and comfortable Ravi is to be around. He pictures Buck grabbing his shoulder, explaining that it’s been fun, that he does care about him, but there’s something easy and uncomplicated about Ravi. The thing with Eddie just wasn’t sustainable. It was never going to work.

E - Eddie’s eyes dip to Buck’s mouth, then up to his eyes. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you,” Buck says simply, and he’s nearly got his mouth on Eddie’s – does, in fact, have the first, technicolor burst of it, when a blur of motion catches in the corner of his eye.

A - skipping because there's already an A.

M - “Move,” Buck says. “I’m not listening to anything while you’re bleeding out in front of me.”

“Oh, shut up.” Buck’s so tempted to pick him up and toss him over his shoulder, just to shut him up. “It’s not, Buc—” Buck tries to push him out of the way, but Eddie plants his feet. “Can you—can you relax? It’s not that deep. I’ll treat it in a sec—”

that was so fun but also stressful bc my god i should use more words anyways, tagging @inell @tidesreach @eddiebabygirldiaz @playinginthunderstorms and @coldbam, your word is WAIT.

[blackdollette]

k so hear me out my dear favorite author...

part two to the bimbo reader x euro thing. but rough anal 🤩 (i thought of this while listening to hardcore anal banging by ayesha erotica...)

anyways yall r jus doin it and then euro is like "erm wait a min..." and pulls outta readers cunt and like SHOVES it in her ass 😭 shes crying out in pain for a bit (but she lowkey a masochist so i dont think she cares) and then those little "slow down!!"s turn into "oh my god, yes, euro!!!" 🤭

this idea has me seeing stars... ur requests are like a goldmine of ideas. this is my first time writing anal so please bear with me 😭

"you fucked me so good..." | euronymous

norman fucking rockwell. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: anal, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

this one's kinda short

euronymous had been pounding into you for hours, your sore little pussy becoming a complete mess as you sobbed into the pillow. there was a white ring at his base from you cumming so many times, and you were about to cum once more until he pulled out, making you whine.

"one sec, angel..." he looked at his cock, dripping with your cum. he grabbed your hips once more, but instead of doing what you expected, you felt a shiver travel through your spine as he shoved his dick in your ass instead.

your eyes immediately welled with tears at the agonizing feeling of your tight hole being filled like this. but instead of giving you time to adjust, he got straight to it, pounding into your tight little asshole as you whimpered in pain.

"aww, does that hurt..? im sorry, angel..." he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. he started moving in and out of you at an inhuman pace, making your vision blur and your brain turn into mush. "so fucking tight..."

you gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles went white. "e-euro... please! t-too fast..." you managed to say between sobs. at hearing your pleas, he went even faster, watching your ass recoil every time he hit it. "but you're making me feel so good... that's what you want, right..?" you couldn't help but nod.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he moved his hand to your pussy, rubbing circles onto your clit. he hit a spot in your ass that made you scream out. "r-right there..! feels so good..." he smiled as you saw you starting to enjoy yourself.

his balls started slapping your pussy every time he went back in, sending you over the edge. you felt a knot tying in your stomach, but it was much stronger than ever before. the pleasure became too much to bear. your body felt like it was getting weaker with every thrust.

he pressed his thumb into your clit as a few drops of cum escaped your cunt. "g-gonna cum, euro..!" you waited for his permission, your body beginning to tremble. "yeah... cum for me." he rubbed your pussy, making the knot in your stomach snap.

you started squirting all over his fingers, moaning at the feeling of this new sensation. he fucked you through your intense orgasm before reaching his as well. "gonna fill your ass up, angel..." was all he said before releasing his load in your ass, making your back arch with pleasure.

he emptied himself out into you before pulling out, watching as his cum dripping out of your hole. he waited until you came down from your high before he laid down beside you, staring right into your soul. "so, was that ok? not too intense?" you smiled and shook your head.

"that was pretty hardcore, though." you said. "I thought you'd fuck me to death." he chuckled softly, pulling your body onto his and bringing you into a heated kiss.

author's note: thank you for the request!! as I said before, this was my first time writing anal, so I hope this was realistic considering my lack of experience. I'm gonna try to post 1 or 2 more today. thank you!

[fazgoop]

Facing the Struggle as Queer Transgender Refugees: We Need Your Help 🌈

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[massvoraciuseffect]

(My first attempt in a while at RP on tumblr pleas give feedback.)

Tali you have received an odd email addressed to many prominent predators in the presidium: Diplomats, Businesspeople, and even councillor Tevos. It claims to be from C-SEC and it states that due to a recent crime wave many C-SEC jailers and officers have reaced their capacity if they grow any bigger they will get stuck in the narrower corridors of the Citadel. As such they they have asked for volunteers to provide extra capacity for C-SEC until capacity can be freed up.

As you look at the email with more scrutiny Tali you notice that while it is indeed from a C-SEC address and has the special formatting and logos of a C-SEC email it notably comes from an employee email rather than a general department email, further more some digging as to the officer of this email belongs to shows that they are retired. Finally the address volunteers have been requested to meet up at is an address in the Bachjret wards rather than a C-SEC station.

What would you like to do in response to this curious email?

Tali read the text of the e-mail several times before leaning back in her chair in her diplomat's office and thinking hard.It was obvious that the e-mail wasn't from C-Sec - Tali had been in enough contact with Garrus to know that if such a situation had actually arisen, it would have been handled quietly, and possibly through the Council. On the other hand - it looks like the letter is from a former C-Sec officer, so there shouldn't be any danger, so why not go?

Tali finally decided to go to the meeting, freeing up her schedule, but still taking a pistol modified with stun ammunition, and after some thought, still wearing the mini mass effect generator on her hips. The size of her hips was still, to Tali's taste, not big enough to fully utilize the mini generator, but she wore it just in case.

[ailtrahq]

On 4 October 2023, John Reed Stark, a digital regulatory compliance expert with 15 years of experience as an SEC enforcement attorney, appeared on CNBC’s “Squawk Box” program to discuss with co-anchor Andrew Ross Sorkin the ongoing trial of Sam Bankman-Fried (SBF), the former CEO of the now-bankrupt crypto exchange FTX. Stark began by stating that if he were the defense attorney for SBF, he would have advised him to plead guilty long ago. He mentioned that SBF’s defense strategy of claiming reliance on counsel is a difficult one to prove. Stark also pointed out that many former executives at FTX have already signed plea agreements and have been assisting the prosecution by providing documents, emails, and texts. When asked about the credibility of these witnesses, Stark argued that every trial involves witnesses with biases. He emphasized that the prosecution has a wealth of resources, including forensic accountants and technology experts, who have been paid over $200 million to provide all the necessary evidence: “They’re charging somewhere on the average of $1,800 an hour. They’re running over to that office giving them every single document, every single text, every single e-mail, everything they find, and it’s free of charge for the prosecutors.“ Stark criticized SBF for being his “own worst enemy,” citing SBF’s own statements as incriminating evidence against him: “He’s his own worst enemy. He has diarrhea of the mouth.“ Not sure the "I'm a good guy, I just messed up," defense is going to work for Sam Bankman-Fried. After all, SBF has already confessed in texts that his mantra of so-called effective altruism was all a "front," even referring to his bogus philanthropic efforts as "this dumb game… https://t.co/G4u5h5gexH— John Reed Stark (@JohnReedStark) October 4, 2023 Stark also touched upon the issue of SBF’s parents, who he believes should at least be relief defendants. He questioned how SBF’s father, who was a senior advisor to the company and received a $10 million salary, could claim ignorance about the company’s activities: “How do you say you’re getting $10 million and you’re a senior advisor to the company and you say, gee, I had no idea at all. They should at least be relief defendants…“ Sorkin then questioned Stark’s explicit accusations against SBF’s parents, asking why they haven’t been charged with a crime. Stark responded that this is the first trial and there may be subsequent trials. He also suggested that the prosecution is likely keeping the case simple for now. Stark concluded by stating that the outcome of this trial could influence whether additional trials will be held, depending on the number of counts SBF is convicted on. He reiterated that it’s ultimately up to the prosecutor to decide the course of action. [embed]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrBPQAiiAww[/embed]

[scarecrow-supremacy]

Arranged Love | Pt 4

Thank you to Mrs. Hatake for requesting this prompt to me!

In which: f!reader is interested in being in a fwb like relationship, but is forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only, Hatake Kakashi. Both (y/n) and Kakashi only agree to marry for the sake of convivence. (y/n) with her needs, and Kakashi with his wish to revive his clan.

AO3 Chapter

Lime/Smut warning 

*Lime, but the next chapter will probably be smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

Infinite things I could hate about you

The way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick...

You counted the soft noises of the clock, knowing full well that your alarm clock was bound to go off at any moment now. You could have gotten up to start your day early, but you, quite frankly, lack the motivation to do so. Anyways, it was your day off. Being productive is highly overrated... You mentally uttered. Why get out of bed when you could cuddle with your plush lavender body-sized pillow all morning? You groaned, your actions making your further realize how friggen lonely you felt within. If only the pillow could have been a person...

You glared daggers at the rose gold engagement ring upon your finger. Technically, you really weren't lonely. Hell, there was a part of you that would have preferred to be alone again. Why him?! Annoyed thoughts swarmed your mind, keeping you from attaining proper relaxation. Of all people...Why him? You pulled your pillow closer to your chest, burying your face into the cool silken cover and squeezing it tightly. Why, why, why? Your mind paced. It wasn't that you were thinking about him, Hatake Kakashi, so much. It was how you thought about him that filled you up with despair.

New feelings...shining in a new light.

What is wrong with me?!

Your eyes traveled to your stomach, your diary still opened up to the page you were writing last night. The whole diary idea was Kurenai's, back when you were made jonin, around the age of 14. She knew you weren't the best with opening up to people. So to let out your pains, she had recommended writing about them. And in honesty, you were glad that you had decided to take her advice. Writing did make you feel better. Ranting out all of your troubles without any worries of being judged. As of these days, most of your entries were about Kakashi or how you wanted to relieve yourself. It's almost concerned you that you wrote about him so damn much. Just shove him aside!

"Urg!" Your groaned, gathering the willpower to get up from your blanket cocoon and take a nice and warm shower, "Sulking won't do any good..." With a sigh, you entered your kitchen, telling yourself that you'd shower after grabbing something to replenish your hunger. It was glaringly obvious that cooking wasn't your forte. In fact, you were absolutely horrendous at it. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you somehow managed to burn water while trying to boil it.  You, the woman dubbed Ibara-hime, the Thorn Princess, could not cook if your life depended on it.

After contemplating what you could make without burning your kitchen down, you simply made yourself a cup of your favorite herbal tea to energize your body. It wasn't much, but it helped wake you up.

Ding dong, the bell to your apartment rang. "Gimme a sec!" You called out the person, throwing on your flak jacket just for formalities. "Oh..." Your face fell, yet your stomach fluttered, "It's you–"

"Yeah, it's me," one Hatake Kakashi mocked the tone you had greeted him with, running his fingers through his silvery hair. You didn't want to think much of it, but his hair just looked so soft...

"What do ya want, Hatake?" You put your hands on your hips and pouted.

Kakashi groaned as he made himself welcome inside your quaint home, "I'm bored," He simply told you, plopping himself right in the middle of your couch. What a dick, you muttered, having to sit on a chair instead of the sofa. "Wahh..?" You whispered as Kakashi's eyes took in ever single bit of you. Your skin started to burn, although his gaze wasn't exactly giving off a positive vibe. "Stop eyeing me like that, Hatake." You mustered up the courage to spit out.

"Oi, it's not my fault," Kakashi sassed, "Take a look at what you're wearing, yariman." Slut, his deep and rich voice had called you.

Anger stirred up inside of you, along with embarrassment, causing your skin to feel as if it was on fire. You felt yourself get flustered as you looked down at your short skirt, which had rid up your legs, and lacy dark green bra that had been reveled by your unzipped vest. "O-oh!" You breathed, your hand going to zip up your flak jacket, yet was slapped away before you could. "What the hell, Hatake?" You flashed him a bewildered look.

Kakashi chuckled smugly, the smirk under his mask apparent, "Don't... I kinda like you dressed like this." He stated matter-of-factly.

"But you j-just," You stuttered out, "called me a..." you trailed off, averting you eyes. Urg, the audacity of this pervert, your inner self spoke. "Perverted idiot."

"Call me what you want," Kakashi grabbed your hand, "I'm your perverted idiot, forever." He laughed softly. Woah, he never acts like this...

"Did somebody drug you?" you sweat-dropped, unintentionally blurted out your thoughts, "You normally don't act like this."

Kakashi sent you a wary look, but you could tell he felt slightly hurt by your remark, "No..." he replied cautiously, "I just thought...it would be good to loosen up."

Your expression softened ever so slightly, "Oh..." the two of you sat in pin drop silence.

"You know," Kakashi ventured, "dark green is my favorite color."

"Hatake!" You yelped, instinctively covering your chest, "I'm going to take a shower!" You turned you back to your dreaded fiancé, stomping out of the room to go bathe.

"I might as well join you then," Kakashi shrugged, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

"I'm sorry what?!" you exclaimed

"I haven't showered yet today."

"Urg..!" He's drugged, I'm sure of it... you thought, finally giving in to Kakashi. "Kitanai yarō!"

 "Well," Kakashi tapped his foot, carefully placing his flak jacket upon the silken sheets of your bed, "aren't you going to strip down?" He asked as he started to remove the cloth bindings from his thigh and ankles.

"Y-yeah..." you flushed softly, "J-just gimme a second." You dashed off, tossing my clothes into your basket of dirty laundry and grabbing a towel to wrap around your bare body, "Okay..." you mumbled, peaking your head out from the bathroom. The tension in the room was heavy and hot, almost uncomfortable. It was...something you had never felt. Hence, you couldn't put your finger on a way properly to describe the situation. Yet heat rushed to your core, even the tiniest smidge of arousal turning on your mind. You felt like your every movement was being recorded in Kakashi's mind. His gaze digging into your soul like a kunai in delicate flesh. Like his– No, no, no, no! No pervy thoughts, (y/n)! Stay classy, you ordered your mind, preventing it from trailing off. We have a dignity, remember?

You hesitantly got into the shower, testing the waters for the proper temperature. "Ahhh," you moaned ever so slightly, the raining down of the water slipping down your body and rejuvenating your sores from the previous night's round of nightmares. "Oi..." Kakashi started to speak as he entered the shower from behind you, ending up grunting incoherently. You shook your head, sighing in disapproval whilst rubbing from body wash into your soft (s/t) skin. You felt a pair of hands brush past your hair, reaching for the hair conditioner, "Rose and sandalwood, eh? No wonder you smell like a garden and incense shop." Kakashi breathed down your neck.

You tried your best not to look back at him, your heart racing for reasons you tried to reject. Nope! We can't be falling for him! You let out a slight gasp as Kakashi's hands found their way to your hips, tracing the gracefully toned muscles of your stomach. "Kakashi...what are you doing?" You whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"I read your diary," you could practically heard the smirk on Kakashi's face, "I think I can help you with your needs..." Kakashi licked the helix of your ear. A shudder went down your spine, a foreign though crossing your mind. Maybe, just maybe, we could make this work... your mind ventured. "Kami, I've been having some problems myself, big problems..." Kakashi told you, his voice velvety coffee as he nipped at your neck. His hardening length pressing against your round ass. You could feel your walls start to clench; you were surprised that your body was reacting to Kakashi's touch like this.

No disturbance could get in the way of this exhilarating moment, right?

"(Y/N)! RAIDŌ ASKED ME OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" The voice of Mitarashi Anko screeched, she wandered into your bathroom, "YESS!"

"Anko..." You cringed, clenching your fists, "W-wrong t-time..." You moaned as Kakashi's finger teased your clit.

"What?" Anko called out, "I can't hear you over the water. Could ya speak up."

Kakashi pumped faster, "You heard her, louder." His intentions directing towards your moans, blessed music to his ears.

You sucked your breath, "N-never m-mind, Anko!" You managed to force out, trying your absolute hardest to not moan.

"Wait...Is that..." Anko's voice trailed off, "Kakashi's mask, and his..."

"A-anko! Pl-pleas j-just..." you bit your tongue, "go. Ju-just tell me l-later!" You begged her, turning to look at Kakashi with pleading eyes. Not now, Kakashi, you tried to convey with your widened (e/c) eyes.

"OH HELL NO! SORRY!" Anko cried out, causing Kakashi to pull his fingers out of you with a let down sigh. The smoke of Anko's hasty teleportation jutsu lingering for a few moments.

The mood had officially been broken. Thanks a lot, Anko, you mentally swore. But holy hell, you were about to get laid. Shamefully, you looked at the floor as Kakashi rinsed our your hair. "I–" you tried to speak, yet your voice faltered as you took a moment to observe Kakashi's face.

"Are you still in for it?" Kakashi raised his eyebrow; his left eye lidded.

"Oh! Uh..." your heart suddenly fluttered, "Y-yeah." You told him shyly.

Kakashi flashed you a smirk, "How about we just dry off, then..." He winked at you.

Yep, I'm convinced he's drugged... There's no other explanation...

Infinite things I try to love about you

They way you walk

The way you talk

The way you capture my mind

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broe i have been trying to send in this request for the past THREE days and its just!!! not !!!! working!!!! BUT in case this works,,, could pleas e get smth fun with gumshoe and the argument prompt whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza? i just think he'd have some Opinions and i wanna Hear them,,,, thank u dear uwu -

This is very stupid, but I hope it’s fun like you wanted asdlkjfasldkjf.  But Reader is anti-pineapple on pizza w/o trying it because that’s just how this argument flowed, haha.  Argument prompt is from this list!Thank you so much for the Gumshoe request, pal!!!  I love my boy.  😭

You made the mistake of offering to treat your boyfriend to ordering some pizza during your movie night in.  You were in-between movies and your legs were draped across his lap as you lounged across the sofa, phone in your hand with the pizza delivery place’s website pulled up.  All was going well, but when you asked him what toppings he wanted, he said the one word you didn’t expect.

Pineapple.

You stared at him for a few moments and wondered if you just misheard him.  “Woah, wait a sec.  What did you just say?”

“I said maybe we should get pineapple on our pizza?”

(Oh my god, he’s serious!)

“… You really want to get pineapple on a pizza?” you asked, the judgement in your voice briefly reminded him of Mr. Edgeworth.

His brows drew upwards together, eyes darting around, confused, before they landed back on you.  “Yeah…?  Anything wrong with that?”

“Uh, yeah.  It’s fruit.  You want to put fruit on a pizza.  They just don’t mix!”

He perked up a bit at that, sitting up straight as a frown worked its way onto his face.  “Says who!?”

“Says me,” you said and leaned over to playfully boop him on the nose, trying to wipe that frown off his face.  “We’re not getting a pizza with pineapple toppings.  There are so many better alternatives to choose from.”

You succeeded in part, his frown melted into a pout.  “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it, babe.  It gives it a really nice kick, me and the others used to have it all the time back when I was working as a mover.”

The look you gave him was nothing short of fondly mystified.  Honestly, you didn’t understand what went on in that adorable head of his sometimes, but you loved him all the more for it.

“A kick is for spicy things?  Not fruit…”  You pinched his nearest cheek before giving it an affectionate pat.  “I’m starting to think that your sodium-heavy diet has done something to your taste buds, pal.”

Dick tilted his head to one side as he considered the possibility, but he quickly realized your game and scowled at you.  “Hey, maybe it has… but have you even tried it?  It’s good and that’s a Gumshoe Guarantee!”

(A Gumshoe Guarantee, eh?  He’s really serious about this.)

You pursed your lips together in response and crossed your arms over your chest, also serious about not stooping so low.  “No.  And I refuse to, Dick.”

“How ‘bout this, we get it half-and-half and you actually try a bit of it?  I can eat all the pineapple slices if you don’t like ‘em,” he said with a confident grin, placing a hand on your knee.  You were about to shoot him down when he pulled out the big guns: his puppy-dog eyes.  “Please?  It won’t kill ya, babe, I promise.”

In a futile effort to not cave to his irresistible eyes, you looked away and puffed out your cheeks.  But you could still feel those sad, begging eyes on you.  There was no escaping them—

“… All right, all right!  You win!  I’ll try it, just for you.”  You threw your hands up in defeat, but the sweet kiss and grin he gives you after your concession almost makes up for the fact that you were going to try pineapple on pizza.  Almost.

The things you do for love, huh?

[djddueces]

An Idol in Teal, Chapter 1

Hey guys. I wanted to ask you something. I wrote this years ago, and I’m only just finding it now, nostalgia hitting me, me crying like a little baby (kind of lol). If you have the time to read this, tell me what you think of it, and feedback is greatly appreciated. I am trying to be a journalist, and by writing like this, I think it will help me.  

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“Miku, we’re ready for your mic check,” yelled Luka from backstage. The pink haired beauty trotted over to the audio panel.

“Hai! One sec!” said the teal haired diva. She picked up a microphone and walked onto stage. She looked at the empty seats that would be filled up within the hour. Every time she got up on stage, she felt as if her stomach had butterflies in it. She wanted nothing more than to sing to her heart’s content to her loyal fans.

“Luka, ready when you are!” Miku yelled towards backstage. The microphone made a humming noise, indicating that Luka had heard Miku’s request. Miku took a deep breath and sighed into the microphone.

“Hey Luka, if you can hear me, isn’t this crazy? I mean we’re just two average girls who flew halfway across the world to the most famous city in the world. Actually, forget that. TO THE USA! Who would have ever thought I would be doing some kind of mini World Tour like this. It’s surreal. Also, pardon my language I’m just really happy about all of this! Thinking about my life, it’s been such a roller coaster. I’ve had my ups, my downs, my blackouts, my fights, but most importantly, I’m doing what I love. I couldn’t be happier right now.” Miku sat down on the edge of the stage and standing behind her was Luka, who sat down next to the girl with the pigtails.

“Well, you ARE Hatsune Miku you idiot. Everyone loves you. Seriously, what’s up with that? You know I joined your little “group” just so I could get more famous than you.” She sneered and tilted her head away from Miku, who just snickered in response.

“How is this my fault?” Miku giggled. “You WANTED to join me. If I remember correctly, you were all “MIKU LET ME JOIN AND DO A SONG WITH YOU I CAN PROVE IM A BETTER SINGER THAN YOU!” Man, the tears that were rolling down your face was too funny.” She continued to laugh, which just angered Luka.

“Listen you little shit, you wouldn’t be where you are today, and you owe me!” She scowled at Miku. Miku stared up at the ceiling, as if this was some magical anime moment where something sentimental was about to happen. That or a wind would come out of nowhere and over exaggerate the whole scene.

“You’re absolutely correct. I wouldn’t. Not without you, without Len and Rin, Meiko and Kaito. Even the other Vocaloids like Gumi and IA and Yukari. All of you have taught me so much….” She placed her face into her palms. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes. Thinking about all of this caused her to become emotional, and the only one she could really cry in front of besides her mother, was Luka.

“Miku, please don’t cry.” She wrapped her arms around Miku and stroked her hair.

“Everyone’s moved on with their lives. I mean, I know Gumi and IA are around for me still, and there’s the other up and coming Vocaloids, but I miss the original crew. And soon, how do I know that I you’ll still be around Luka? Everyone else left, so how do I know that you’ll still be around. Why am I even thinking about this right now? I shouldn’t be crying over the past…..” She continued to sob as Luka hugged her.

“This is the life of an idol. It’s the life YOU chose. You have to take the good with the bad, and turn it into something positive. You’re creative, you’re talented, and you’re amazingly perfect in every way Miku.” Luka blushed.

“Are you…trying to hit on me or….?” Miku wiped away her tears and glanced up at Luka, curiously. Her eyes were like kaleidoscopes. They glimmered in the stage light due to the leftover tears still engulfed in her eyes. Luka retaliated and pushed Miku away, her words and face flustered.

“Idiot, what are you saying?!?”

‘I’m saying that you’re hitting on me. Do you want to be lesbian lovers? I mean, I’m cool with that and all, and if we are, I’m glad it’s you.” Miku gave no hesitation in her answer, speaking almost as if it sounded believable.

“MIKU HATSUNE WHAT THE HELL?!”

“I dunno, just a thought.”

“Miku, you know you’re like a sister to me right?”

“Ah, friendzoned, the classic.”

Luka sighed and stood up. “Come back to me when you’ve gotten more mature.”

“NO LUKA DON’T LEAVE ME IN MY TIME OF NEED!” She pounced on Luka like a cat and clinged to her waist.”

“GET OFF OF ME! How do you go from happy, to sad, and now to excited?? You are so weird Miku it’s not even funny…..”

“Heh heh, excited.”

“OH GROW UP BITCH.” She stormed off the stage, returning to her dress up counter backstage. Miku scratched her head and yelled towards the backstage.  

“NO LUKA COME LOVE ME!” but Luka ignored her. “Seriously, I was just trying to cheer myself up.” Miku looked around once more at the empty ballroom. “I never noticed how pretty Hammerstein is. New York City itself is gorgeous, but there are also the people that give me the creeps.” Goosebumps trailed down her shoulders and a she shuddered.

“Luka is right though, I choose the idol life.” She hopped off stage and towards the back entrance of the ballroom, where hundreds of fans would rush into soon to see her perform. She peaked through the little crack in the door to see if the coast was clear to venture around. It was empty. Slowly, she pushed open the door, which creaked slightly. She walked into the hall, where her merchandise stand was still on display.

“I want a hat of me.” She took the hat out of the box behind the counter, and put it on. She proceeded to take out her phone and open the front facing camera.

“Haha, selfie time.” Just as she was about to snap the picture, a tall figure stood behind her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” said the tall figure, his voice deep and intimidating.

“Umm, selfie time?” Said Miku jokingly.

“What’s with the hat?” He pointed to Miku’s head.

“Ummmm, I’m wearing myself? You know I’m Hatsune Miku right??”

“How do I know that?”

“Wanna check my ID?” She searched for her wallet, which she couldn’t find. “Oh damn I must have left it back stage.”

“Uh huh. Come with me missy.” He snatched the hat from her head and threw it back in the box.

“IM SERIOUS! IM HATSUNE MIKU!!” She screamed, but almost immediately covered her hand with her mouth. She didn’t want the crowd outside to hear her. Who knows what would happen if they found out that Hatsune Miku was live and unguarded. The thought made her fear for her life. She loved her fans and all, but with the good also comes that bad, and she didn’t want to meet the bad.

“I’ll give you one chance to prove it. How do I know you’re REALLY Miku?” The tall figure, who was actually one of the bodyguards from the ballroom, folded his hands across his chest and sneered at her.

“Dude, seriously? Wipe that weird look off your face. It’s creeping me out.” She took out her phone again and dialed a number.

“You’re lucky I’m giving you a chance, don’t tempt me lady.” The phone started ringing and a familiar voice was on the other line.

“Hello?” said the familiar voice.

“OH GOOD LUKA! Thank you for picking up!”

“Huh? Miku? What’s going on? Where are you? Did you get yourself into trouble again?

“E GASP LUKA! Why I never! Why would you accuse me on such grounds?”

“Because I KNOW you Miku. You always wander about and do stupid things and then I come bail you out like always.” She sighed and Miku knew she was facepalming by the “smack” noise that she heard on the other line. “What do you need me to do now, Hime-sama Miku??”

“Here’s the story. So I wanted to get my mind off of what we were discussing before. I strolled around and took a look outside. I got curious about my merchandise here and took one of my own hats and baldy here caught me and is accusing me of grand larceny and I need you to come here and prove to him that I’m Hatsune Miku and not some fan with a wig before he throws me in the slammer and makes me clean bathrooms for a living, okay? Okay. Thanks hun. Love you!”

“Baldy?!” said the bodyguard. Miku chuckled nervously.

“Not happening,” said Luka.

“WAIT? EH!? WHY NOT!?” Miku went into a panic frenzy.

“Because you said we were lesbian lovers and I do not approve against some heinous accusations.” She was about to hang up, but Miku’s constant pleas were annoying Luka, and she eventually succumbed to temptation.

“FINE. Holy shit, shuddup!” Luka screamed and Miku had to pull the phone away from her ear since Luka screamed so loud she might blow her eardrum off.

“Heh heh, you’re picking up a New York accent. I think it’s sexy. Rarwl.” She bursted into laughter but there was no one on the other side of the line. Luka had hung up.

“Huh? Hey? Luka? Luuukkkkkaaaa? DON’T LEAVE ME IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE IN PRISON!” Miku got onto her knees and held out her hands. “Take me away coppa I’ve been a bad girl.” He grabbed her arm and picked her up.

“I know that voice anywhere. That’s the real Luka. And you’re the real Miku. I’m sorry for accusing you….” He bowed his head.

“It’s no worries. I just didn’t want to be cooped up in that ballroom. I mean, it’s beautiful and all, but I really want to explore New York City. I’ve been here before in 2014 when I did my first ever show here, but was confined to a very tight schedule filled with guest appearances and photo shoots and I really never got time to spend alone in the city, ya know? Man, guess I’m picking up your accents huh?”

The bodyguard handed Miku her hat back. “But don’t you have a show soon? You can’t disappoint your fans can you?”

“No, I meant after my two shows here. Sadly, I’m departing from here tomorrow morning. I can still spend one more night here. I always wanted to know what a Saturday night in New York City feels like, but since my show lets out late just like in 2014, I don’t think I’ll have time to.” She slouched her shoulders. “Man, I need a vacation.” Interested in her story, the bodyguard walked towards the ballroom doors.

“They’ll be letting people in soon. About an hour right?” He looked at his watch. It’s 12:30. VIP ticket holders are about to enter. And you’re show starts and 1:30, but you have someone else as your opening act, correct?

Miku nodded. “Yeah, Anamanaguchi, so what?”

“Well,” the bodyguard continued, “that means you won’t start until about 2:15-2:30 since your show initially starts at around 1:30. Since concerts never start on time, we’ll say around 1:45. I’d love to hear about your backstory.”

Miku was shocked. Never once has someone been curious about what her childhood was like and all the struggles it took to get here. A small smile crossed her face and she was really happy. She had so much pent up energy and she wanted to rant but no one would ever listen to her.

“But why?” Miku asked curiously.

“Honestly, to kill time,” the bodyguard said straightforwardly.

“Thanks….” Miku said sarcastically.

“Not only that, but I never get to do shows with idols like you. Most here are stuck up and crazy. But you, I can tell you’re not like that, and deep down, you’re caring and have a lot of sympathy for the ones around you. You’re different.” Miku’s smile was obvious now, and she started tearing up again.

“I haven’t heard someone talk about me like that in a long time that’s not named Luka or my mom. Thank you, er, what’s your name?” She looked around for some kind of ID, a nametag specifically, but found nothing.

“You can call me Jasper,” the bodyguard said.

“OOOH, cool name, and you already know mine,” she giggled. Jasper stood up and pointed upstairs. Come on, I know a place where we can chat quietly. Plus, your fans will be entering soon.” Miku nodded and stood up, following Jasper. They walked up the stairs, and down a long hallway, which led to another flight of stairs. Another hallway soon after led to the upper-most level of the ballroom.

“WOAH! I can see my house from here!” Miku said, jokingly. “But wait; won’t fans be coming here also soon??”

“Yes, in about a half an hour, but we’re not staying here, follow me.” At the back of the upper-most level was a small room, which looked to be some kind of mini-bar that was built into the ballroom. “Come, we can talk here.” Without hesitation, Miku continued to follow along. The room was small and comfy. In the middle was a small bar, filled with all kinds of different assortments of drinks, from kid-friendly such as Coca-Cola and Hi-C to hard liquor like Jack Daniels. Miku could sure use a drink right now.

Surrounding the back of the room were couches with coffee tables. To the inner-most part of the room near the entrance, were small dining tables, no larger than the size of a desk. Jasper directed Miku to one of the tables and sat down.

“We should be fine here. We’re out of sight. If someone comes in, they’re gonna have to look pretty hard at you to see who you are unlike if we sat at the other end of the room where we’re exposed and everyone can see easily.”

“I guess you have a point.” Miku eyed the bar, but knew she would have to wait to guzzle anything down until after her show. She didn’t want to be drunk on stage after all.

“So what do you want to know about me? My name is Hatsune Miku, I’m an idol, I sing, I dance, I do commercials. I’m basically like a puppet that can’t cut its strings loose from this industry.” She folded her hands and sat upright. “I understand I choose this lifestyle, but sometimes it can drain me, both physically and emotionally. I need a break, but I’m doing show after show after show. I’m tired man.”

Jasper looked at Miku not with sympathy, but more of curiosity. “So how goes it?”

“How goes what?” Miku said with one eyebrow up.

“How did the famous Hatsune Miku come to be? What motivated her? What got her in the clear? How did she become “Hatsune Miku?” That is your real name right?”

“YES, that IS my name,” she said sarcastically.

“Sorry, but you know how other singers like to change their names for some reason.”

“Yeah dude I know….They’re dumb. I try not to associate myself with people who are don’t even know their own identity.” Jasper let out a hardy laugh.

“For someone who seems to be so nice, you also have anger issues.” Miku kicked him from under the table and pouted.

“So you really want to know all about me? I guess this is some kind of interview, or oral biography.” Miku nodded her head and folded her arms, smiling confidently.

“Well, here goes. The life of me, the most famous idol, HATSUNE MIKU!”

[bkdotblog]

Everything Worth Knowing: SLC Reunion Part 1

A brief recap of the Real Housewives of Salt Lake City Reunion Part 1

Hi girls and gays,

Pardon the delay in posting. Not to brag but I am in fact currently on vacation, using a VPN to stream shoddy BravoTV.com footage of the Salt Lake City reunion like a thirsty digital hamster drinking from a thirsty digital hamster’s drinking tube. I know that nobody cares, and in fact most of my followers I have discovered to be sexy lady e-Bots, but I thought all two of you who read these might like to know the facts of my tardiness. Apologies!

Alas, I could not let another week go by without barking my thoughts into the void, like a thirsty digital hamster who also barks. I’m going to sum up some of my thoughts on the reunion part 1, which are mostly negative, and will hopefully be back to share my thoughts on part 2 as soon as I can watch. If you feel inclined, let me know your thoughts on the reunion and season 3 writ large below in the comments. Mary Cosby bless us all,

BK

Key Takeaways

The set design was “dilapidated church.” It looked like a Super Smash Brothers stage, and I loved it. 

2. Some of the ladies took ketamine and shrooms in Zion. For my money it was Whitney, Heather, Jen. Fun! I would have too. Lisa was being weird about it. 

3. Jen Shah called Heather “right before she walked into the courtroom” to enter a guilty plea. What did Heather say? “Good luck!” And then they cried. OK!

4. Heather’s Black Eye mystery was solved in the most anticlimactic way possible. Her repeated assertion that she both does and doesn’t know what happened actually checked out: She was extremely drunk, and embarrassed of how drunk she had been. Unfortunately, her need for a storyline superseded this reserve. Also, even if it isn’t true, now everybody watching thinks Jen punched Heather. Damage done, ten fold. At least we can all move on. 

5. Whitney Rose has become the moral center of the Real Housewives of Salt Lake City universe. When the ladies would get bogged down in meaningless specifics — such as what Meredith meant by she wouldn’t want to file with the SEC at this point in her life because of the “compliance” involved — Whitney would realign them — by reminding that it wasn’t about the content, but the implication that Lisa’s business were financially insecure — with the precision of a master chiropractor. I am a big Wild Rose fan after this season. BRB … lemme go buy some skincare!!

6. Meredith Marks has lost all appeal. At this point, Meredith’s position on the show is purely decorative. During the first non-Jen topic of the night, Meredith reminds the viewers that she has said, time and time again, that her issues with Lisa are not about the hot mic moment. Really? This was news to me… I thought that was the whole thing? (“Don’t come for my fahmlae!”) Instead, it was about the texts she posted after the last reunion, which other than being private are pretty flattering for both sides. Later on she calls Jen to settle a matter of hearsay related to Lisa using the term “pill-popper”. Tell me: Is there anybody on Latter Day Saint's green Earth with less credibility than Jen?

For me, Meredith was at her most interesting last season when Jen was arrested while she was in a bathtub across state lines, basically instantly believed Jen to be guilty, and swore off their friendship. Now she and Heather are swirling the toilet bowl after their BFF Jenny. Utterly pathetic. 

7. The only path forward for Meredith is to reconcile with Lisa. By demonstrating the human quality of forgiveness, Meredith might be able to trick audiences into believing she is more than simply a tennis bracelet brought to life during an occult ritual gone awry. Otherwise… have fun on Ultimate Girls Trip, Mare! 

8. Danna and Angies… I’m not seeing star power. Sorry, girls. There’s always TikTok! But I did appreciate Danna for consistently seeing through Jen's antics. I did not appreciate her blaccent.

9. Lisa Barlow came out on top, but not without taking some hits. Lisa’s sort of byzantine attitude about drugs was a stain on an otherwise perfect reunion. My favorite part was when she was like, “Why are we calling Jen for her thoughts on a particular matter when she is going to jail for deceiving the public?” And everybody was like, “Oooh…” like it was below the belt. It wasn’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

10. Next season, we need a devout Mormon housewife to come on the show. She is our only hope of taking Heather down a few notches. 

11. Mary Cosby will also do. I need Her Divine Greatness Ms. Cosby like a thirsty barking hamster needs water. Bravo: Give her what she wants!

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Sam Bankman-Fried (SBF), the founder of the now-defunct cryptocurrency exchange FTX, has refiled a request for temporary release before his trial. The renewal of this request shines a new light on the ongoing battle between Bankman-Fried and U.S. legal authorities.Bankman-Fried’s legal problems began earlier this year when his release on bond was unexpectedly revoked. A U.S. District Judge ruled that the FTX founder had likely tampered with witnesses, leading to his subsequent incarceration. Despite a denied appeal on September 12 and another blow from an appeals court on September 21, Bankman-Fried’s legal team is unyielding in pursuing temporary release for their client.The Case for Temporary ReleaseIn their latest plea, the legal team argued the “exceeding difficulty” in preparing for the trial, citing a plethora of evidence to review, including a list of over 50 potential witnesses, thousands of pages of material, and over 1,300 exhibits. They reasoned that these factors make a compelling case for Bankman-Fried’s temporary release.The request sets out five conditions that Bankman-Fried is willing to adhere to for the temporary release scheduled for October 2nd. These conditions range from spending his out-of-court time solely with his legal team to adhering to a stringent gag order, limiting his communication to his attorneys and immediate family.Opinions from Legal LuminariesJohn Reed Stark, Former Chief of the SEC Office of Internet Enforcement, questions why SBF’s parents have not been added as defendants in the case. According to Stark, the parents should at least be named as “relief defendants,” given the magnitude of the investigation.SBF’s Mom and Dad: Criminal Beneficiaries, Profiteers, Conspirators and EnablersI served for almost 20 years as an attorney in the SEC Division of Enforcement (including 11 years as Chief of the SEC’s Office of Internet Enforcement) and led dozens of SEC prosecutions with… pic.twitter.com/pElbR2wUeX— John Reed Stark (@JohnReedStark) September 23, 2023 The case also brings attention to the regulatory frameworks around cryptocurrency exchanges. Critics argue that stricter regulations could prevent such alleged misconduct, while proponents fear excessive regulations could stifle innovation.!function(f,b,e,v,n,t,s) if(f.fbq)return;n=f.fbq=function()n.callMethod? n.callMethod.apply(n,arguments):n.queue.push(arguments); if(!f._fbq)f._fbq=n;n.push=n;n.loaded=!0;n.version='2.0'; n.queue=[];t=b.createElement(e);t.async=!0; t.src=v;s=b.getElementsByTagName(e)[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(t,s)(window,document,'script', ' fbq('init', '887971145773722'); fbq('track', 'PageView'); Source

[reluctantrfamember]

my dudes i have SUCH complex feelings over saeran and ittttttssss jussttttttttttt aaahhhhhh???????? ? ??  ?? lemme just. ramble incoherently for a sec.

like hes SUCH an interesting character. bc on one hand it feels p obvious to me that “ray” exists in the narrative for the sole purpose of mirroring rika in relation to v. like im sure cheritz knows that most of their fanbase hates rika and bc of this some folks may get exasperated over v’s frequent self-sabotaging in the name of saving her. we feel this way bc it seems “obvious” from our outside perspective that shes done way way waaaay too many fucked up things to be really worthy of saving, so consequentially they throw in ray to make us go oh. i get it now lmfao.

but.

even if that is ray’s technical function in the story.

he isn’t a perfect parallel of rika, either.

now, dont get me wrong. i aint sayin’ ray’s behaviour isnt bad or creepy. like the dude is o b s e s s e d with mc, and it wouldn’t at all surprise me if he’d done some digital stalking before the beginning of the game. (hence why he seems to already be a bit infatuated with u right off the bat.) and then theres the literal “unknown” factor to consider. like unknown is violent and unpredictable as hell, so theres rlly no knowing what he might do to mc if he happened to make a live appearance. his phone calls certainly suggest that he isnt gonna be as “tame” as ray, which uh.................................... yeah thats not good. and for better or worse this aggressive alter-ego is still just as much a part of saeran as ray is. (although i’d argue unknown is a byproduct of saerans abuse and thus ray is prolly closer to what saeran would’ve been like had he not been taken by mint eye.) so unknown can’t be factored out of the equation.

but despite all this, saeran is still a victim. we know he is even without the prior context from other routes. like it becomes plain as day from the elixir shit that he’s being used by rika, so its just,,, a lot more tragic when he..........goes. bc theres a certain genuineness abt ray that doesnt exist with rika. rika’s two motivations in this route are a) test v’s “love” and b) prove she’s The Best without really any actual consideration for how her actions affect other people. but ray? all he wanted was to be loved by you, misguided as that was. and whilst his desperate pleas to not be hated/abandoned were manipulative in a certain sense, i honestly dont think he was trying to guilt trip you. he was just. so afraid of losing you and your kindness.

and even then, when it became all too clear to ray that this simply wasnt going to happen, that mc had chosen to leave of her own volition, he doesnt go tracking mc down and stabbing her. he lets her go. 

like. think abt that.

think abt how this boy -- whose grasp of consent is obviously greatly skewed -- ultimately lets you leave him. he begged, he pleaded, he poured his heart out, but he nevertheless puts your happiness before his own. it’s not like he couldn’t have escaped mint eye with the other followers, bided his time, and come after you again. hell i half expected unknown to take over and get revenge for being “abandoned” by you. but that didn’t happen. 

so tbh? ray’s feelings for mc were a lot more akin to real love than rika’s ever were, bc his intentions were pure. he didn’t want to have you for the sake of having you, he genuinely wanted the best for you in the end. subsequently this meant he was able to do something rika never could: accept rejection.

saeran is honestly............such a good boy, in his heart. and its just so sad and infuriating that he couldnt be helped in this route. i understand why cheritz did it, i really do, but ray is so different from rika at his core. the love he wanted was real. he was willing to admit fault, apologize to the mc, and even let her go.

saeran choi could’ve been saved had he been given a real chance.

[wokadokadee]

Shiny but Lenny

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[jacobhinkley]

BitFunder Owner Pleads Guilty to Securities Fraud, Faces 20 Years’ Imprisonment

The owner and operator of two defunct crypto platforms has pleaded guilty to charges of securities fraud and obstruction of justice. Jon E. Montroll was arrested in February after it emerged that he had used his platforms to steal from investors, operated an unregistered securities exchange, and lied about having knowledge of a hack on one of his platforms. Last week, it was reported that Montroll was close to being offered a plea bargain, but it wasn’t to be and he now faces up to 20 years in prison.

How It All Went Wrong

Montroll operated BitFunder and WeExchange, two crypto platforms that had gained considerable success as cryptos started getting mainstream appeal. BitFunder was an investment platform which allowed its users to invest in virtual shares of companies that were listed in exchange for Bitcoin, whereas WeExchange was a crypto trading platform. According to a press release by the SEC in February, BitFunder was operating as an unregistered online securities exchange, with the regulator further accusing Montroll of defrauding users by selling their bitcoins and using the money for personal use.

Furthermore, BitFunder was attacked by hackers who made away with about 6,000 bitcoins. Montroll failed to disclose this information to users, instead lying to them by stating that the platform was doing well and had even raised an additional 900 bitcoins. When the SEC started probing the issue, Montroll provided a screenshot of the balances on the exchange to the regulator that was later deemed to have been falsified. He also perjured himself when he was called on to give testimony regarding the hack which amounted to obstruction of justice.

The 37-year-old Montroll pleaded guilty before U.S. Magistrate Judge James Cott, with the announcement being made by the U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York on July 23. He faces up to 20 years in prison for the two charges in what will be a strong statement by the SEC regarding the crypto industry.

The SEC has been hot on the heels of any crypto project it considers fraudulent, with several having been shut down over the last year. One of them was Centra Tech Inc, a startup whose main selling point was the endorsement of boxing champion Floyd Mayweather and popular artist DJ Khaled. The startup was shut down after it was discovered to have lied about its association with some big companies such as Google, PayPal, Visa and Mastercard. Centra had raised $32 million in its ICO before the crackdown which led to the arrest of the three main conspirators.

Of the fraudulent crypto projects that the SEC has managed to stop, perhaps the most renowned was AriseBank, a startup that had raised over $600 million of its $1 billion target. The Dallas, Texas-based startup also relied on celebrity endorsements and social media campaigns, with its promise of delivering “the first-ever decentralized banking platform” bringing in droves of investors. AriseBank was the first ICO-related fraud case that necessitated the appointment of a third-party receiver of the startup’s seized assets.

BitFunder Owner Pleads Guilty to Securities Fraud, Faces 20 Years’ Imprisonment published first on https://medium.com/@smartoptions

[ericfruits]

That's Entertainment

The New York Appellate Division for the Second Judicial Department disbarred an attorney. 

The respondent, David Lubin, has submitted an affidavit sworn to on June 12, 2017, in support of his application to resign as an attorney and counselor-at-law (see 22 NYCRR 1240.10). The respondent acknowledges in his affidavit that he is the subject of an investigation by the United States Attorney’s Office in the Southern District of Florida, and has entered into a preliminary plea agreement, which contemplates his pleading guilty to one count of conspiracy to sell unregistered securities in violation of 18 USC § 371

From the SEC

The Securities and Exchange Commission today barred a New York-based attorney from appearing or practicing before it and acting as an officer or director of a public company after finding that he made false and misleading statements in corporate filings.

The SEC’s order finds that David Lubin committed fraud while serving as a director and corporate counsel of Entertainment Art, a public company in which Lubin also was a large shareholder.  Lubin negotiated the sale of all of the outstanding stock of Entertainment Art, including both restricted and previously registered shares that were purportedly “free trading,” to an acquaintance interested in purchasing shell companies.  Absent a valid exemption, common ownership of all of the shares of a public company would require the owner to register the shares for resale to the public.  According to the SEC’s order, Lubin fraudulently misrepresented in Entertainment Art’s corporate filings that the purportedly free-trading shares had not been purchased by the acquaintance.  This left the false impression that those shares remained immediately available for public resale.  During the next two years and until he left the company, Lubin drafted and signed SEC filings that continued to lie about the true ownership of the company’s stock.

According to the SEC’s order, soon after the company was renamed Biozoom, more than 14 million shares were resold to the public in an illegal unregistered distribution for illicit proceeds of $34 million.  The SEC froze assets from the unregistered sales in 2013.

“As the SEC's order notes, Lubin drafted and signed misleading public filings and masked the true ownership and restricted nature of a significant portion of the company’s stock,” said Antonia Chion, Associate Director in the SEC’s Enforcement Division.  “Lubin’s deception led to many of these same shares being illegally resold to the general public by others a few years later.”

The U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Southern District of Florida today announced criminal charges against Lubin.

The SEC’s order finds that Lubin willfully violated Section 10(b) of the Securities Exchange Act and Rule 10b-5, imposes a cease-and-desist order and an officer-and-director bar.  The SEC’s order also prohibits Lubin from representing clients in SEC matters, including investigations, litigation, or examinations, and from advising clients about SEC filing obligations or content.  The SEC ordered a public hearing before an administrative law judge to prepare an initial decision determining what, if any, disgorgement or monetary penalties are in the public interest.

The SEC’s investigation, which is continuing, is being conducted by Marc E. Johnson, Jennie B.  Krasner, and Deborah A. Tarasevich, and the case is being supervised by Ms. Chion.  The SEC appreciates the assistance of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Southern District of Florida.

(Mike Frisch)

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