#only usually they anonymize the admin

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

john????? is that you??

Greetings, cat emerging from a cloudy sky. Your pfp reminds me of how when we look up at a cloudy sky, there is a whole universe above the clouds that we do not see, which for all I know might include adorable cats peeking up out of the clouds.

I am just a coffee company that donates its profit to charity. But every brand on the Internet has some poor sap running their social media accounts, and the poor sap who runs this one is named John Green.

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 200!!!

(huge thanks to this person for the art suggestion!! <3)

I genuinely can’t believe that I’ve made it to 200 days, it’s truly been wild how time flies by like that and the amount of doodles I’ve made during that time. Over 200 doodles (217 to be exact if we’re counting double pictures/extra doodles) have been made over the past 200 days. :0

And thank you all so much for the love and support! Not only have we reached 200 days but also 1400+ followers about a week ago! <3

But, having said that I’d like to make a few announcements—some good, some not so great—about a few things regarding the blog, myself, and other stuff.

Putting it all under the cut so the post isn’t long if you’d like to know more

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Announcements!

My pfp!

1.) I’ll be changing my pfp again!! I’ve officially decided that after every 100 days or so I’ll change up the pfp so it’s up to date with my doodle style (assuming it changed at all lol), but generally it’ll look relatively the same as the last!

Possibly more admins?

2.) As of right now I’m looking into the idea/possibility of having a second (maybe third?) person help me with daily doodles! As much as I’d like to keep doodling everyday there are some days that it can be tough or some situation might be happening. (i.e. recently got injured)

See, the problem is I don’t exactly have a proper way of trying this out??? My idea was to maybe do this through dms or more preferably Google Forms. I also don’t really know what form of communication afterward would be best either, suggestions to help me work this out would be great! (as you can tell I’m not very good at this stuff lol)

Commissions!

3.) After much consideration and a lot of thought, I’ve decided that in the near future, I’ll be opening commissions again for the first time in years. I don’t have everything set up quite yet, but expect more info in the near future!

About requests:

4.) You may have noticed recently that I haven’t been doing as many doodle requests recently. Sure, there’s usually quite a few in a row at once but you may have noticed I’ve also been doing “non-requested” doodles aka ones that I just do on my own.

Expect this to become a very normal thing going forward. I probably won’t be doing as many requests as before because frankly with the amount of requests I get daily when it’s open is a lot to handle sometimes. Does this mean requests will be stopped entirely? No, I’ll still do some occasionally, but not as much as I have in the past.

Also I’ll likely be doing strictly anonymous requests.

About Burnout:

5.) Alright let’s address the elephant in the room.

There have been quite a few instances where people have wondered if I would ever have burnout and have occasionally joked about “dying” from said burnout because “Silksong will never release, you’ll be doing this forever” etc etc.

In the past I’ve been fine, motivation has been great, but recently I’ve noticed it a little bit.

Unfortunately life has its own plans so it can be a little hard for me to make a doodle that day, expecially recently since I’ve been experiencing personal/medical issues. It’s part of the reason I’m hoping to get a second (maybe third) person to help me do daily doodles so I can take a little bit of the load off my shoulders.

So what does this mean for this blog?

Not much right now. But in the future, there may be some changes. My current plan is to keep going on daily doodles/posts for the length of a standard year, so roughly 365 days. After that, if things in personal life keep up the way they have, I may have to stop daily doodles and instead will post only if I have time. That likely means doodles every other day or every three days or something. At the very least I’ll still post a doodle once a week.

Not to worry though! I’ll still try my best even after I reach day 365 :)

I’ll discuss how things work a little more on my main @miizori later, but that’s as much as I can think to explain rn.

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Just a few more things I wanted to say!

This community has been so cool to interact with, so much tamer than some others I’ve been apart of in the past. I’m genuinely thankful for how much support and how nice everyone has been. I truly didn’t expect to get this far, I was fully expecting to have stopped like 10 doodles in lol. I especially love to see all your comments in the tags and people sharing their art. You’re all so cool :)))

I have a dtiys from back when I reached 300 followers that’s still available if you’re feeling up to it!

Also my main (again, @miizori) is where I make updates on doodle stuff, regular art stuff and so on if you’re interested at all in that lol

I think that’s all that I can remember wanting to say, so thanks!! I look forward to more doodles for you all :)

[stvharrngton]

a lesson in romantics; lesson nine

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none really

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nixrose

series taglist: @pbs-theundeadmaggot @alana4610 @onceuponaoneshot

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS HIGH, VALENTINE’S DAY 1993

Valentine’s Day soon rolled around. The communal spaces of the high school are decorated with red paper chains, shiny red and silver streamers and hearts and cupid cutouts everywhere.

The post box for the students was situated at the entrance of the school, allowing the kids to give their valentine a card anonymously or not. The teachers had their own, or course, a much smaller box that was tucked away in the corner of the teachers lounge.

It was only for a bit of fun, something to make the day a little brighter for the teachers. Steve would usually buy one for Robin and vice versa, a funny little card with a joke inside that was bad, even by Steve’s standards. But this year was different. This year Steve purchased two cards from the store.

Cards for the students were delivered to their classes throughout the day, the classrooms filled with giggles or hushed whispers, pairs of flushed cheeks dotted around the room. 

It was your last class of the day, around fifteen minutes left until the last bell would ring signalling the end of the day. There was a quiet knock on the door before one of the ladies who worked behind the scenes at the school, who took care of all the admin things, popped her head around the door. You urged her to come inside, ready to help with whatever she needed.

What you didn’t expect was the giant bouquet of flowers she was carrying in her arms. Red roses mixed in with pink chrysanthemums and purple freesias, wrapped in pink paper and tied with a white ribbon. You could see there was a small card attached and all you could wonder is why on earth she was bringing them to you.

“These arrived for you,” she said quietly even though all the students were turned in their seats to gawp at the flowers, “you’re certainly a lucky lady.”

And with that she left, leaving the huge bouquet on your desk. Your eyes narrowed at the small card that was in a pink envelope, removing it carefully from the little stick that was keeping it in place. Your jaw was on the floor, so much so you would have to use your hands to pick it up from the ground. The flowers were showstopping, petals soft and bright.

The greeting card was simple with a graphic of hearts on the front. It was what was on the inside that interested you more. 

‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl. Happy Valentines, from your Secret Admirer. S.’

“Who’re they from, Miss?” Olivia piped up from the corner, a smirk on her face as she hoped for a definitive answer.

Truly you had no idea. Well, you had one idea but you’re not sure if you wanted to buy into that. Thankfully, the bell rang and saved you from having to even delve into that conversation with Olivia and your students, doing your best to hide the heat that flushed your cheeks as you read the words over and over again. You sighed with relief as you watched them all pack up and rush out the door and towards the parking lot.

Your gaze was fixated on the flowers, the words contained in the card swum round and round in your head. You were too engrossed in the whole ordeal to notice Robin had let herself inside your classroom and was making a beeline for your desk. You offered to lend her some art supplies so she could make a new display in her classroom, you just didn’t expect her to barrel through your door at 3:05pm.

“Woah,” Robin gasped, her eyes bugging wide at the bouquet that sat on your desk, “someone’s a lucky lady. Who are those from?”

“No clue, but they really are beautiful,” you shrugged, “this is all the card said.” You handed the small pink envelope over to her, busying yourself across the classroom as you searched for the supplies you promised to Robin.

Robin narrowed her eyes as she read what was scrawled in the card, her eyes widening once she realised she recognised the handwriting, the ‘S’ it was signed with piecing everything together. She couldn’t help it, the noise bubbled up from her throat that came out like an excited, shrill, squeal. 

“You alright over there, Robin?” you asked, a concerned tone lacing your voice as you spun around on your heel, markers and pens spilling out of your arms.

“Who, me? Yeah, I��m good, I’m great even,” she stammered out, trying her hardest to contain her excitement, “but I gotta go, thank you for the supplies!” 

And with that, Robin bolted back through your door, art supplies in hand as she immediately made her way to Steve’s classroom.

Steve groaned once he heard the incessant banging on his door, fingers carding through his unruly hair as he went to the door, expecting to see a kid who’d left something behind, not his giddy best friend holding a bunch of markers and construction paper.

“Robin?”

“How much did those flowers cost, Steve? Holy shit–,” she whispered, as if you or some unfortunate student would be eavesdropping around the corner.

“Oh, sure, Robin, come right in!” Steve rolled his eyes now, swinging the door shut behind her, “What flowers, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Harrington. I saw the card, I know your handwriting anywhere.” Her arms were crossed across her chest now, eyebrows raised suspectly. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Robin exclaimed now, her hand swatting at Steve’s bicep.

All of Steve’s resolve faltered, he knew he had been found out, he knew there was no point in trying to hide it now. He sighed, slumping back in the chair behind his desk, his wire frame glasses long abandoned to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

“Fine! Fine, you got me, Robin,” Steve chuckled, holding his hands up in defeat, “and firstly, I didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist telling her everything and secondly, did she like them?”

It was true, Robin was terrible at keeping secrets but she couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in her heart at how head over heels Steve truly was for you. She couldn’t help the smile that was creeping on her face, tugging at her lips and pinching at her freckled cheeks as she couldn’t wait to spill every little bit of information that she had.

“Yeah, she did,” Robin spoke clearly, “she said they were beautiful, you did good, Steve.” A look of relief graced Steve’s features, his shoulders relaxing, a small smile creeping up on his face, “But,” Robin continued and the look on Steve’s face fell almost immediately, “she had no idea who they were from, well, that’s what she said, at least.”

It was funny really, how oblivious you both were to the situation. You, oblivious to how Steve really felt about you, to how deep his feelings ran. Any time you caught wind of the possibility, you would shut it down instantly because Steve Harrington, handsome, kind and sweet history teacher Steve Harrington could not have feelings for you, you wouldn’t allow yourself to believe it. 

And Steve? Oh, Steve was down bad. He thought about you all the time, even when the atmosphere was awkward and tense between you, he still thought about you. Thought about your smile, your laugh, the one that could light up the entire room. Thought about how your eyes would flutter closed at the first sip of hot coffee in the morning, how your nose would wrinkle so cutely in the cold weather.  Steve was hopeful that you felt the same, hopeful that one day he’d get the chance to ask you to be his girl. But Steve was done with subtlety. Done with the small gestures like bringing you coffee, remembering what your favourite pastry was so he could bring it to you the next morning. Sure, he loved doing those things for you but it was time for something bigger, something bolder.

[deeper-x-deeper]

[NEW PINNED 8/24/2024]

WARNING!

18+ HERE THERE BE HORNY 18+

MINORS DNI

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hi I'm a 26 year old transmasc boything with an emotional support god complex. (it's mostly a bit but I may like it a little too much) he/him, it/its, or ze/zem/zis (treated as grammatically singular) pronouns. they/them is whatever but not preferred. top surgery and on T. if you absolutely must refer to me by some kind of name/title, Administrator or Admin will do, since that's what I use in recordings and drone style sessions. I use Handler for petplay style things but don't usually use it verbally. otherwise you can just mention "god" in your moans while you jack off to my blog and I'll accept that as an offering of worship. :3

update: I can no longer deny how much I like the title of "Master" so. guess I'll add that to the list.

I am an Aromantic Bisexual Service Switch with a preference for dominance, and despite being proudly easy to hypnotize, I do not submit for just any generic dom, and my submission must be earned. however, I have no preference between top or bottom.

I will mostly be talking about hypnosis on this blog. Honestly, most of my non-hypnosis posts can be interpreted with hypnotic undertones, and my god complex posts should always be interpreted to have hypnosis involved.

I also make my own recordings! The free ones will be linked here, but if you want to keep up with the stuff that I can't post here...

https://www.patreon.com/user?u=118883163

I also have a YouTube page for the recordings available for free at the above link.

https://youtube.com/@hypnosis-rar

💚 asks, anons, dms open, please be respectful or I will block 💚

(I may play up the god complex but please speak to me like a person first)

main kinks talked about on here:

Hypnosis (obviously)

Puppy play

CNC and occasionally free use

monsterfucking including oviposition

idk what it's called when I get off on pretending to be a cult leader but that's here

I've probably forgotten a lot of them but I try to remember to tag oviposition for posts and rbs but I only seem to remember to tag hypnosis on my original posts.

important tags:

#my art [for original artworks I either have rbed from my main or are so horny they're only available here]

#my vibrations [for original hypnotic voice recordings]

#text induction [for text based inductions]

#covert induction [usually paired with the text induction tag]

#personal thoughts [for original text posts]

#trance ideas [for potential future scripts]

#records for my research [for posts about my irl and vc hypnosis sessions]

#god complex? it's simple really [for posts containing my cult leader fantasies]

#spiral

#gif (and #flashing but rarely and it's never intense)

[these are separate as not every gif is a spiral, and not every spiral is a gif]

HARD LIMITS

detrans/forcefem

ddlg

feet

💚Final Remarks💚

if you receive a follow from stinkypossum, that's my main art blog.

if you receive an anonymous ask signed

- d x d

that's me

this pinned will be directly edited as needed and I will update the date at the top to reflect changes

let's have fun and be weird!

[jo-harrington]

so teeth? really?

Anon...yeah teeth? I'm weird, I'm here for the weirdos.

I've decided recently that I'm going to be a certain actor who shall only be named in the tags arch nemesis. If there's no one out there talking about his false teeth and his stained nails and his disgusting capitalist tendencies, it means I'm dead.

So in honor of a certain someone who'll only be named in the tags 30th birthday, please enjoy the sequel to this weird RPF.

Pairing: Disgusting 30-year old capitalist B-lister who's lucking out on his career x CorporateBadass!Fem!Reader

TW: RPF, Smut, jealousy, a little angst, a little degradation, and he's gross

Tagging @courtingchaos @deathbecomesthem @dr-aculaaa and @tomtomslongdong @bettyfrommars because you liked my games last time.

18+ WEIRDOS ENJOY! NORMIES STAY OUT.

It came in an email.

It always did.

Forwarded from your work email to your personal email, then forwarded onto his with several question marks. No phone numbers, no WhatsApp. An occasional GChat if you had trouble compromising over different time zones. But generally, your interactions were limited to a familiar face in an unfamiliar place; not casual conversation during normal, every day life.

You joked once, in an Uber on the way to the airport as you were fixing your disheveled clothes after a quickie before check-out, that you might as well sync your google calendars and that…seemed pretty appealing to him, if only someone else didn’t handle his calendar for him.

“Must be nice,” you joked. “Big important star with an assistant.”

“It’s one of my manager’s assistant,” he argued. “And you have an assistant too.”

“It’s an admin for the department. And they only book the travel. They don’t manage individual calendars. Sorry I’m a peasant dragging my cadaver up the corporate ladder.”

Regardless, he woke up to your email one morning—some remnant of your personality from a former life—at the top of his inbox with the word “London???” above an itinerary for two weeks of franchise meetings and property tours around the city he called home.

His city. No coincidences, no “accidental” run-ins at LAX or JFK that the two of you bent in your favor. You were coming for to him. During a week that he otherwise had no plans.

He acted on impulse. Perhaps a little desperately. Especially considering how little he knew you.

“If you want, you can just stay here. I have plenty of room. You’ll have your space. Pretend it’s a VRBO for the week.”

Realization hit him once he hit send. Dread.

Invite you to stay at his house, a house that he was just settling in to being a home. Where all of his things were, where he had pictures of family and friends.

His house.

Where he was someone and not no one.

He hoped that you would realize the impropriety—as improper as it could be after he’d stuck his cock in you more times than he could count at this point—and be the more level-headed of the two of you, as you usually were, and decline the offer.

It took 48 hours for you to respond. 

He thought that meant he was in the clear.

Until your reply blipped in his inbox between emails containing sides for self tapes and negotiations for his next potential public appearance.

“Great, thanks. I won’t take up too much space. I’ll barely be there.”

Followed by the airplane emoji and the sleep emoji.

He got irrationally angry for a moment.

How could you do this? How could you cross this boundary? Partial anonymity…that’s what you both agreed on and here you were…suddenly reneging on that agreement. 

Invading his space.

Only you weren’t invading, he invited you in.

Invited you to know Joe a little more than you knew Joseph.

And he could know you too. 

He missed getting to know people; he chose not to know people. He knew enough people.

Now he’d get the chance to get to know you.

You’d be here in a week.

And suddenly you were.

Not an email away. Just there.

You sent him a WhatsApp from the car—a necessity now that you’d be with him for a prolonged time—double checking his street. Then suddenly you were ringing the bell.

He went over the mental to-do list that he’d made ahead of your arrival—schedule planned so he’d be available if you wanted or needed him anything, the cleaning service came through, groceries were delivered, and he’d even got flowers for your room…just a nice little thing he thought of—and then he opened the door.

It had been awkward, the initial greeting.

It wasn’t like your typical hotel room rendezvous. It wasn’t straight to business. You both just stood there staring.

“Consider me a vampire,” you joked, slightly jet lagged and weary since you had gone to meetings straight away after you’d landed. “I need to be invited to come in.”

“Of course,” he stepped to the side to let you in. “Make yourself at home.”

You let him carry your suitcase and shoulder your backpack as he led you straight to the guest room. Then you touched his cheek fondly, thanked him…and promptly shut the door in his face so you could sleep.

Well…he at least thought he was going to get something more than that.

But he didn’t get much more than that. For almost an entire week.

At first it was fine. You were busy, and so was he.

He made (ordered) breakfast for the two of you for the first morning. You grabbed tea and a biscuit (“when in Rome…yes I know…but this was part of the Roman Empire so…No I thought it was funny Joseph ok see you later then”) and ordered an Uber to make it to your first walkthrough of the day. He had a copy of your schedule in his email, made sure to run his errands, make his appointments, and hang out with friends while you were busy so he could be there when it was time for you to return at the end of the day. Only to get another peck on the cheek and be thoroughly ignored as you trudged off to bed.

He felt a little bad. He knew those days where they just never seemed to end; come back to wherever he’d been put up only to check his phone and pass out. 

Then he’d hear you around midnight, waking up from a dead sleep and tapping away at your keyboard. Sending communication to your boss or your team or whoever else back home. He didn’t know if you knew he was awake, or if you would venture out of the guest room to find him or get a drink…something. But you never did. Didn’t roam around, didn’t even chat him on WhatsApp; you just clicked away until the clicking stopped and you passed out again.

That’s when he got annoyed.

Because he’d been patient enough; he waited. Waited for something for those first few days. Some kind of sign that you were here with him. He’d sit and watch the telly, pick something from netflix or YouTube, read a book waiting for you to say more than hello to him when he opened the door for you. Have a conversation with him. Something! Sure that wasn’t really how the two of you operated, but even when he still had a roommate and they lived a very separate schedule there was at least a “hey mate, how’d the day go” and it gnawed at his insides that you couldn’t even be bothered.

Who were you? Just some no one, playing at possibly having an executive position one day. 

And who was he? He was Joseph Quinn. Eddie fucking Munson, as much as he loathed it. He had people screaming for him, screaming his name. You even screamed his name from time to time. 

Just not now.

Was he even going to get to fuck you at the end of this torture? Probably not. You’d be off to Heathrow to catch your flight back home with a simple peck on the cheek and a pat on the head.

“Good boy Joseph, letting me stay in your guest room, thank you for the red carpet treatment.”

So after three days of radio silence, he stopped playing such a gracious host. You insisted that you weren’t even there? He would act like you weren’t.

He stopped living his life around your schedule, left you a spare key so he wouldn’t have to make a fool of himself and open the door for you. Got dinner with his friends, drinks with some people his manager wanted him to meet, all on his own time. 

He did exactly what did, he ignored you.

And that’s what got your attention, or so it seemed.

He saw you “in the wild” a bit more. You and your American lean against the bar at the pub he frequented, wine glass in hand as you chatted with someone in a suit; he decided he’d rather get a beer somewhere else that night. Came home late from a friend’s party on Friday to find you in the kitchen, with a sandwich, going over some contract. You waved at him, maybe a hello or to get him to join you, but he just walked away. Woke up late the next morning to find you actually sitting on his couch with coffee in one hand and phone in another. Your eyes brightened a little when you saw him.

“Morning! I have an appointment at 1, but…dinner?” You asked. “I’m getting so sick of cateri—“

“M’busy,” he cut you off. He didn’t like the way you just nodded, just pressed your lips together accepted it. The way his plans meant nothing. Still, you were out here. Instead of in your room…or just gone.

“Maybe tomorrow night?” He offered, a little more gently.

“Sounds good.” He smiled. “I’ll put it on my calendar.” And the smile went away again, and so did he.

You put him on your calendar like another business appointment; he shouldn’t have felt bad about it, it’s what you always did when you met up in one city or another…but he did. Because this wasn’t “make a run-in happen” this was a meal with the person whose house you were living in for two weeks.

He probably should have asked someone if he was overreacting—probably should have asked you to be honest—but who could he ask? His friends didn’t know about you; they gave him enough shit about his current situation as it was, let alone some American airport fling. Couldn’t exactly tell his manager, they’d have you in to sign an NDA or something; all of the times he planned his travel around “running into you,” he just said it was meeting up with a friend.

So let the feeling stew in his head all day. He came home late again Saturday night to avoid you, and stayed out the entire day Sunday, missing the time you’d made for him on your calendar. Good riddance.

Until he rolled in at 1am, well on his way back to sober after a night out, to find you sitting on his couch, some YouTube chef on the telly, Diet Coke in hand, and his takeaway box of leftovers from dinner the night before on the coffee table.

“That was mine,” he accused. No greeting, just fire as he walked over and looked at the remnants of his gnocchi carbonara.

“It was really tasty,” you nodded.

“I know, because it was mine.” He scoffed and crossed his arm over his chest. “You know if you were really hungry, there’s plenty of other food in the kitchen. Or you could’ve gotten a sausage roll or something. Ever heard of Uber Eats?”

“No I ate your pasta because you told me once that you don’t eat leftovers but you always felt bad that they’d just go in the garbage at the restaurant,” you explained calmly. A little too calmly. “Instead they’d just go in the garbage here. So I enjoyed your scraps, cold, like a peasant, oh King Joseph, most conceited and decadent of all. Because you forgot we had plans for dinner.”

“S’that what we had? Plans?”

“Yeah, I blocked off time for you and everything.”

“Talk about most conceited,” he grabbed the takeaway box and started walking towards the kitchen to dispose of it and this conversation, but you were hot on his heels.

“Excuse me what was that?”

“You heard me, conceited,” he threw the box in the bin and then turned back towards you. “Lemme pencil you in on my calendar, Joe. Dinner, Sunday, 8 o’clock does that work?” He mimed holding a notebook and jotting down the appointment. 

“Have you lost your mind? That’s what I need to do if I want ten minutes to myself, let alone a whole dinner. You know I didn’t even put sleep on my calendar for this trip?”

“Lemme not even say good morning because I have a call I need to get on Joe, thanks for the biscuits.”

“Did you miss the entire point of me being in London when I sent you my itinerary? Or did you think this was just me coming to fuck you for two weeks?”

“Maybe not the whole two weeks,” he sneered at you. “But even a how was your day would have been nicer than being treated like the hotel manager.”

“At least the hotel staff cleans shit up,” you scoffed at him. “You know I went out for drinks the other night, went to that pub you told me about, because we finally figured out a contract and I spilled wine on myself. Came back here to throw it in the wash only to find the machine full of dirty clothes. That was really fun to see your stained and faded tighty whiteys at the top of the load. Were you just waiting for the maid service to come back to start the wash for you? You’re so famous now that can’t even hit the damn button yourself?”

The next scathing remark stopped dead on his tongue at that, and then he felt the shame build up.

But only for a moment, because before he knew it, you were crossing the distance and smashing your mouth to his. It was a quick play for control as usual, neither of you caring that you’d just butt heads because the real winner would be whoever could succeed at your little game first; he was in such a mood, such a state, that he actually tried to put up a fight, wanting to get you to cry out for him like he’d been wanting all week. Wanting to be wanted, needed.

He pulled away to remove the bridge from his mouth, mindful of the complaint you’d made about kissing him last time you’d met up, and you did something unexpectedly delicious.

“You rich rat,” you growled at him as you tugged his shirt free of his waistband with one hand and started working his belt loose with the other. “You better be wearing clean underwear right now so help me god.”

And damn if he didn’t get hard just from your words alone. 

The aggressive snap of his belt hitting the tile floor also helped.

“They should be,” he grinned cheekily and pulled your sleep shirt over your head. “Agnetha did a load before you got here.”

“You’re pathetic.” You worked the buttons of his shirt as quickly as you could. “How much is this shirt? ’S it dry-clean only? Does she take your dry cleaning in too? Bring it back and make sure it’s folded nicely only for you to shove everything in the drawer anyway. Like the useless boy you are.”

Yeah that was doing it for him.

“She washes the sheets too.” He dropped to his knees before you now as you leant against the counter, fully intent on pleasing you right here in the kitchen. “Changed them right before you got here. Shouldn’t be any more questionable stains.”

“Useless,” you hissed at him but ran a hand softly through his curls as he kissed along your abdomen and peeled your leggings down your legs. “Utterly useless.”

The thing about you though was your self-restraint, your discipline. You didn’t like to lose; you’d deprive yourself of things to get some advantage over your adversaries—usually corporate adversaries—and come out on top. And you made that very well known in the bedroom too when this little game got started. You’d gotten him to cum easily the first time you slept together and then used him to chase your own pleasure, commanding his mouth and tongue here and fingers there. 

Just like you were doing now. No moans, just little hitches in your breathing as you steered his head and used the leg you’d thrown over his shoulder to bring him deeper into your center. 

When you got close to completion, you used the upper hand again to push him away and you both descended together. His trousers and pants shoved down to his knees with his shirt bunched up under his head so he wouldn’t be sore from smacking it against the tile when you sunk down onto him. And when he felt the delicious squeeze of your cunt, he couldn’t help himself from throwing his head back; good for you to have the foresight. 

He had the foresight too though. He knew your moves, they made him see the light of God, seductress that you were. You told him your secret once as you basked in the afterglow when you’d rendered him particularly speechless.

“Spell the word coconut.”

“C-o-c--“

“No, I spell the word coconut. As I’m on top. Read it in a magazine or something during my last layover.”

And he could feel it now, predict it. Feel the motion of your hips, around and around and up and down and squeeze.

He couldn’t tell just by looking at your face, he had to feel it; close his eyes and feel the tempestuous slide of you over him, bringing him higher.

Maybe he would win the game tonight?

He wasn’t one to lose either; he could be competitive just like you. In fact, he was excellent at manipulating a situation in his favor. School, money, life. And with you he’d won enough times to know it could be done. You’d made him feel so…meaningless over the past week—even if he’d misunderstood and overreacted—that a win would be even better than the pleasure itself.

You pried one of his hands off your hip where it was clinging for dear life and directed him to play with your clit so you didn’t have to. For a moment, he lifted his head and watched his own nicotine-stained nails and your prettily manicured ones mingle against the engorged and glistening junction of your sex, and where any other time it would have him groaning at the sight, he couldn’t help but notice how disgusting his hands looked in comparison to your own. For a moment the confidence faltered.

When had he last washed them? Maybe you were right, he was gross and pathetic…

But then you moaned, and from his point of view It looked like it even surprised you even. You stuttered in your pace and your eyes went a little wide. 

He felt all the doubt leave him. 

He would win tonight…

He took advantage, used his leverage, to turn the tables. To sit upright and guide you to take his spot; you couldn’t even protest before he pistoned into you, before his fingered took an unrelenting pace on your clit.

He could spell coconut too, and he did. He would tell you all about it after his victory. Boast over using your own tricks against you.

You watched him with unblinking eyes as your nails dug into his bicep and shoulder, as you bit your lip so hard he was sure you’d bite right through it, and you kept the little whine that emanated from your throat as soft as you possibly could. Still, he could hear it through the desperate, wet sounds of your fucking.

He closed his eyes and focused on the finish line, focused on keeping the tension of his mounting pleasure back as he could feel you grip tighter and begin to spasm around him. He needed to win, it would be glorious.

“Joe,” you moaned, and he thought it was over. But there, underneath the neediness, lay the condescension, the obvious upper hand. “Can you hurry up? I have a call at 7am”

He came, seconds before you did. Collapsed against you and spilled inside of you before you found your own release.

On his kitchen floor, spent, laughing together, basking in the ridiculous pleasure found in the presence of one another, another game came to an end.

And he might have lost, but in the end, did he really lose?

Happy Birthday asshole. I'm following you into 30 in 10 months with a vengeance.

No love lost, The better Jo(e) &lt;/3

[telomeke]

DID I BLOCK YOU?

If you're new to Tumblr and find that I've inadvertently blocked you – my apologies! 😬

Part of Tumblr culture is that blogs with no content (i.e., no posts, no reblogs), no description, and that only use the standard headers and icons – are read as BOTS. And the standard protocol here is to block such accounts immediately if they follow you.

Bots make use of Tumblr's "Like" and "Reblog" features to give their makers' sites – usually porn sites – legitimacy and traffic, which helps to make them more visible on Google and attract more income. And most Tumblr users don't want to contribute to that. There is also the danger of downloading malware if you happen to click on any links in a bot-driven Tumblr blog.

But Tumblr users have only recently found out (in the past week or so) that Tumblr admin now makes new blogs follow other blogs first before the account becomes fully active. And this increases the risk of your blog being misidentified as a bot, if you haven't personalized it by dropping the blog-standard header and background, and adding a description.

So if yours is not a porn blog, but I've got you blocked – please understand that it probably happened because in its early days your account looked like a bot-driven one. Just send me an Ask (with the name of your blocked blog) to explain your situation and I'll unblock you. You'd have to send that Ask using another blog, however – Asks sent from a blocked blog, even if anonymous, won't be received. (But please update your blocked blog with a non-standard icon and a personalized description beforehand, otherwise you'll just look like a bot sending out a standard message and most of us will still be wary of unblocking.)

Apologies if this happened to you! Welcome to Tumblr; this kind of wacky weirdness is just par for the course in the ecology here! 💖

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[grollow]

PINNED POST

“No matter how many years are left to us, there will never be enough time to fill the void that has been borne inside each of us when we were made so brutally aware of how very little we mattered to the world.” -- Emilie Autumn

Hi, I'm Asher.

Or Rhysa, which is my writing alias; I used to go by Ashyr, too, and that's also okay!

And this is a multi-fandom blog where I sometimes share my own original content (usually writing). I am autistic, possess next to no ability to mask and don't intend to learn for anyone on the internet (sorry), queer, nonbinary (they/them or it/its only, please) and opinionated. I'm also an adult.

This blog is primarily SFW, but there may be some suggestive posts. If you are a minor, please consider that before following me (I won't take offense, promise). There won't be anything blatant, but I do reblog kink-positive things.

Primary Fandoms

Elden Ring

Final Fantasy XIV (there will be spoilers for all current patch content)

Ender Lilies

Hollow Knight

I sometimes share horror-adjacent things; you will find gore and scary imagery here.

I admin a creative-focused Hollow Knight discord server, found here. 18+ only, please.

Spare Me And You The Trouble

I am not here to get into shipping arguments with you or anyone else. If you REALLY want my opinions, you can send me asks off-anonymous and I'll answer you candidly in private. I am not interested in discourse of this nature (I am too old and tired please).

Also, if you are thinking about sending me some ask complaining that I ship Grollow, save us both the trouble and don't. I'm probably going to not answer.

But if you want to know why, I wrote a long answer here.

Writing Tags

My main tag for writing is #ashe writes. You can find my more popular fics under #w&g, #red sky, #do not go gently, #ld, and #butterfly effect.

I have an original project called The Starfire, which is the first work in a series called #burning roses. You can see inspiration tags for that periodically. It's a space-fantasy adventure-romance and I'm very proud of it! I'd be happy to answer questions if you're curious to learn more.

Other stuff is probably randomly tagged because I am very bad at remembering the tagging system. Sorry.

Find Me Elsewhere?

I’m on Ao3 as Rhysa, Shyra, and Shyr (18+). I sometimes use Twitter as ashyronfire.

My writing blog is @ashyronfire if you are only here for that. ❤

Other Stuff

Deepest apologies to the people who follow me hoping for regular FromSoft stuff but are just subjected to the constant bug train; it will continue to happen.

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I have a ko-fi if you’re feeling generous and would like to donate or you can donate to my cashapp $ashyronfire if you like. I also take commissions for writing. More info here. (Currently Closed)

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[sycamorality]

misc broadcast headcanons

broadcasts function like online forums or chatrooms. there are three global lines that any iterator can connect to no matter their location. generally these were set up for theories regarding the great problem, but have since become chatrooms for about any topic. it's common courtesy to have a connection and disconnection message display whenever either action is taken.

there are specific chats that can be connected to for certain topics; history archival, bioengineering, structural issues and repair, art, etc. some lines even share game files or links to broadcasts that were formatted in a way that they'd work like online webgames through some smart engineering! it's common to see connection messages on broadcasts for certain topics, but they aren't necessary if you're just gonna lurk. the webgame broadcasts, also known as 'sitecasts', 'interactable broadcasts' or 'online game forums' depending on who you ask - or 'game forums' for the sake of simplicity, have join messages disabled by default but do display users online, unless a user specifically sets themself not to show as online. users are usually shown with usernames set by the iterators - each username has to be unique, however. it acts like an account. generally, broadcast lines with specific topics are moderated by the iterator that set them up, multiple iterators, or via a voting system that allows iterators to vote on banning or muting [whether permanently or temporarily] another iterator that may be causing issues. the global lines are moderated by a few specific iterators built for communications and moderation, but it is usually common courtesy to moderate your own local group on the global lines and force disconnect them if any issue arises. seniors have a senior signifier next to their name, usually either {S}, {SENIOR}, {LG_I1 LOCAL ADMIN} or {I1 LOCAL ADMIN}. these are optional a can be toggled off by the senior iterators themselves if they wish to not display it. seniors can punish their own juniors, but cannot moderate other local groups.

LG in one of the two latter signifiers stands for Local Group, and the I1 is the sector their local group is located in. usually the signifiers with local group sectors are disabled and never seen due to privacy reasons, but on occasion a senior will have their local group's sector in their signifier, for varying reasons. sectors are an upper case letter and then a number. there are different parts of sectors that are usually split apart like I1nw or I1w for directional locations, or just randomly chosen letters like I1y or I1k.

generally, one's acronym appears in broadcast chatlogs.

[I1_LOCAL] ESoF: so what's for this cycle? FoaI: Lizards, lizards, oh would you look at that, a slugcat, ESoF: give me the damn overseer. FoaI: I don't think I will~ CatM: can we stop arguing?

[GLOBAL_02] CONNECTED USERS - [183] - ACTIVE USERS - [27] FiV: Say, how's that going? FoS: Not all too well, I'd imagine, I haven't heard from him in a while. OttS: A shame, for sure! SE: …Says you. SfaS: We can only hope it isn't another case of rot! FoS: Do you really have to bring that up? ShE: i don't think thats appropriate to bring up after last cycle. SE_2: I think I have to agree with Shared Eyes.

ShE, SE, and SE_2 all share an acronym; they have all chosen to differenciate by either adding a letter in the middle or end, or by adding an underscore and a number. while their names are displayed on the chatline, broadcast logs won't show this when archived, so acronyms are made unique.

[WANDERINGTHERUINS] PUBLIC GROUP - all participants anonymous ToPS: oh! what did you find with your overseers this cycle, Peace? SP: A few old pearls that my overseers scanned for their information. I couldn't get much off them, however. NSA: You could purpose a.. slugcat, was it? To retrieve any pearls your overseers find. SP: i could, i could! good idea. i'll consider.

there are also anonymous broadcats where pseudonyms are mandatory and will show regardless. all participants will be shown as anonymous, but the acronyms of their pseudonyms will be shown in chatlogs.

(small note - all the acronyms here are acronyms of some of my iterator ocs!)

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

We are coming up on the most depressing day of the year, January 21st. The holidays are over, there are no (US) work holidays for another three months or so, and the weather is just blech. (It's cold up north and hot down south and only those lucky enough to live somewhere temperate all year round are happy.) How about sending us your fic recs and getting entered into a drawing for amazing prizes? Also, every so often we ask for fic recs in our Discord server in exchange for unique prizes not listed on the usual prize list. Right now, you could win a Gotham Knights Season One Court of Owls coin from Stands just for dropping links to GK/SPN crossover fics, or AU fics where Cas is a lawyer. It's so easy! The deadline is 4pm Sunday Eastern US/Canada time!

Old Business:

November/December Angel Fish Awards - The post went up and the raffle winner was notified! Click here for a slew of awesome fic recs!

SPNFanFicPond Fic Highlight - We highlighted a Sastiel AU fic this past week! Click here to check it out!

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition - We had another great chat yesterday about episodes 1.13 Route 666 and 1.14 Nightmare. The Archive masterpost and episode docs have been updated, but the theme docs have not. It's on Admin Michelle's to-do list!

#TweetFicTues prompts -

New Business:

Martin Luther King Jr Day - Monday is a holiday in the US! Enjoy your day off and drop some fic recs on us!

Fishing For Treasures - Next weekend is FFT weekend here at the Pond and we're celebrating Underappreciated Fics! Drop a link to your most underappreciated fics, or someone else's, in our #fishing-for-treasures channel in the Discord server, or submit a link to the blog here with a note telling us it's for FFT. The deadline is Friday night at midnight Eastern US/Canada time!

Manta Ray in the Discord server - Admin Michelle will be hanging out in the Discord server next weekend! Want to ask about Pond events? Give suggestions for things we could be doing? Want her to run some sprints for prizes? Let her know during her chat next weekend!

Anonymous Suggestion Box - Got an idea or suggestion for the Pond, but you're afraid to say anything in person? Submit it through our anonymous suggestion box! It's a Google form, so it doesn't send us any information about you, and you can write as much or as little as you want. We're here for you, so tell us what you want!

(Divider by @glygriffe!)

That's all for this week! To see all Pond events, and also other SPN-related things like conventions and online concerts, check out our Google calendar! Click here for a static view in Eastern US/Canada time (desktop only, no mobile app access, sadly), and click here to add our calendar to your own Google calendar! We try to keep it as up-to-date as possible. If there's something you want to see on the calendar that's not there (maybe a convention we missed, cast birthdays, or something similar), send us an ASK and let us know!

Hope you have a great week! - From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester and @heavenssexiestangel!

[nepofm]

*     ꗃ      event  unlocked   . . .   CASINO  NIGHT  !

hey  ues  readers  .  it’s  finally  hitting  seventy  degrees  out  so  that  means  spring  is  here  and  with  that  so  are  this  season’s  most  anticipated  events  .  and  we’ve  got  word  on  a  new  exclusive  grand  opening  party  for  you  .

club  1919  is  a  new  speakeasy  that’s  making  waves  in  manhattan’s  social  circle  .  located  in  the  basement  level  of  the  empire  hotel  ,  this  club  is  rumored  to  be  the  next  exclusive  location  .  a  callback  to  prohibition  ,  this  club  serves  prohibition-era  cocktails  and  operate  just  like  a  speakeasy  with  a  nondescript  entrance  requiring  a  password  .  but  you  didn’t  think  it’d  be  that  easy  ,  did  you  ?  passwords  change  monthly  and  only  communicated  to  members  via  word-of-mouth  .  this  grand  opening  party  is  simply  to  give  everyone  a  taste  of  what  club  1919  has  to  offer  .

and  what  better  way  to  commemorate  this  opening  than  a  casino  night  theme  ?  a  perfect  juxtaposition  between  elegance  and  pure  debauchery  .  and  of  course  ,  it  wouldn’t  be  an  event  with  manhattan’s  elite  without  a  dress  code  .  this  will  be  a  black  tie  event  and  as  usual  ,  we  expect  to  see  your  best  .

event  invites  were  sent  out  months  in  advance  so  i  hope  for  your  sake  ,  your  invitation  didn’t  get  lost  in  the  mail  .  word  has  it  that  the  invite  list  is  exclusive  and  comprised  of  celebrities  ,  influencers  and  most  of  the  upper  east  side  social  scene  .  anyone  who’s  anyone  will  be  here  .  and  as  always  ,  make  sure  your  nepoupdates  notifications  are  on  !  we’d  hate  for  you  to  miss  out  on  a  good  time  .

  OOC  DETAILS

out  of  character:  this  is  a  full  length  event  !  the  duration  is  three  weeks  ,  starting  on  friday  ,  may  17th  at  12:00  am  est  and  will  last  until  sunday  ,  june  2nd  at  11:59  pm  est  .

in  character:  the  party  will  take  place  in  the  span  of  one  night  on  friday  ,  may  3rd  at  8:00pm  at  club  1919  in  the  empire  hotel  .  dress  code  is  BLACK  TIE  FORMAL  .  along  with  the  club's  signature  drinks  catered  specifically  for  the  grand  opening  party  ,  an  open  bar  will  be  available  to  attendees  as  well  as  a  varity  of  food  selections  .  additionally  ,  there  will  be  live  musical  performances  throughout  the  night  .  you  can  view  this  pinterest  board  for  event  inspiration  .  this  is  a  dash  only  event  .

event  participation  is  optional  ,  however  highly  encouraged  !  by  participating  in  the  event  ,  you  can  apply  for  10  points  from  our  points  system  !  points  can  be  redeemed  for  both  ooc  &  ic  prizes  .

please  utilize  the  #nepofm.event009  tag  for  any  event  related  posts  be  it  muse  outfits  or  starters  .  feel  free  to  share  your  muse’s  outifts  in  our  ooc  discord  channels  as  well  !

nepoupdates  will  be  interactively  involved  in  the  event  .  muses  can  send  in  anonymous  (  or  not  )  tips  to  the  gossip  blog  .

once  the  event  is  over  ,  you  may  continue  &  finish  the  threads  from  the  event  but  please  do  not  start  any  new  ones  !  if  you  decide  to  fade  to  black  plots  for  event  ,  please  leave  plotting  updates  for  nepoupdates  .

finally  ,  this  event  is  100%  about  character  &  connections  development  as  well  as  fun  for  both  muses  &  muns  !  if  you  have  any  questions  ,  please  don’t  hesitate  to  reach  out  to  admins  on  main  or  through  our  #questions  channel  on  discord  !

[breadcrimesprevention]

earlier this week someone I know got in serious trouble with our university for removing one of those shockingly vile "kidnapped from israel" signs/posters/fliers from a university bulletin board. some asshole student recorded him and reported him to campus police and now he has a hearing with the university's dei board. this could end his career.

there is a better and safer way to combat the recent surge in zionist propaganda on college campuses. most universities have what they call a "posting policy" or "signage policy" which dictates what is allowed to be displayed on campus. I've looked at five of these policies from different institutions. it is incredibly easy to find a common set of provisions that are sufficient to argue for removal of israeli/zionist propaganda.

this is particularly useful for removing those KFI signs. it is not a guarantee that your university has these provisions in their official signage policy, but odds are high that you'll be able to find something similar with a bit of digging. the common denominators of these provisions are:

signs must have clear authorship/sponsorship. (there is no such credit on the KFI fliers)

signs must promote an event or student organization on campus and usually list a date and time. (a picture of some settler's face with a "missing" label is not an invitation to an event)

there are always going to be exceptions in the language. the university of chicago has a clause stating that anonymous postings are permitted in one of their halls, but this is the only exception i could find in my limited sample size and it feels like an exception with an exception. like even fucking harvard has these two requirements in their student code: all posters must have clear authorship and a direct nexus to a real life event.

i'm happy to report that at my state university in a red state in the southern usa, university admin acted very quickly to remove the propaganda once i pushed for their involvement by emailing their pr department. do keep in mind that the person you're emailing may or may not agree with your cause on a fundamental level, but they will more than likely want to protect the university from violating their own policies. some tips on what to say:

do not talk about zionism. you want to make this person feel like they are protecting the university from stoking division/inciting violence/whatever you think your university's pr team cares about. refer to the zionist colonizers/settlers as "individuals," refer to operation al-aqsa flood as "the events of october 7," and refer to this genocide as a "sensitive geopolitical issue" if you must. neuter your language as much as possible to sound objective. i know that this can be very difficult to do.

appeal to the University, not the university. by this i mean to literally capitalize the word university in your email or otherwise appeal to some sense of authority beyond yourself. you kind of want the pr person reading this to feel that they must act as an agent for their employer (the University) to protect it. i said that i "trust that the University will act with integrity in addressing this matter, as it does for other violations of its signage policies."

kind of a weird one, but if you're jewish and feel safe mentioning that, do it. i am jewish. nowhere in my email did i represent myself as pro- or anti-zionist, but many goyim are casually antisemitic enough that they will assume every jewish person is an unwavering zionist and take their opinion on israel more seriously and sympathetically. there are too many bullshit nyt thinkpieces going around about how "jews are feeling unsafe on college campuses" and "jews are being vilified on campus" to not take advantage of these biases, especially in order to make muslim students feel safer here when they are in fact the ones receiving disproportionately more threats.

calling for a free palestine from the river to the sea is a mitzvah and is one of the most important parts of tikkun olam right now.

[anonymousreader4d7]

Code Bonds

The first truly non-species addition to RMAU-Verse, here's Code Bonds!

Code Bonds: Code Interactive species (eg. Admins, Code-weavers, etc.) have the ability to Bind their code to another being, usually another Code Interactive being. Depending on the type of bond formed and its strength (determined by a combination of ability and the strength of the relationship* between the two), some can share feelings, thoughts, abilities, life force, and more. There is ALWAYS an aspect of "awareness" of their partner, however, no matter the strength of the Bond. Bonds can be formed between a Code Interactive being and a non-Interactive being, but those Bonds are generally weaker, due to its formation being more one-sided. A Bond cannot, however, be forced on another being, no matter the Interactive level of either being.

Occasionally, a Code Interactive being with an extremely high level of Interactive Ability can initiate a bond between two non-Interactives. This is EXTREMELY rare, as the amount of Interactive Ability required to initiate and form the bond is extremely high, and it generally results in a very weak bond - the few exceptions being between two Specialized Descendants, who will sometimes have medium level bonds. 

  Death of one partner can be felt by the other - this is typically referred to as a Death Strike. The stronger the bond, the more they feel it, to the point where the strongest bonds can quite literally be struck numb and senseless until the other partner respawns… Perma-deaths, or deaths with no respawn/revival, however, have the potential to drive the surviving partner insane with grief and loneliness. The world type also affects the strength of the death feeling a partner receives; a normal world death is felt much less strongly than a Hardcore death. Note: MCC counters this by having special team-themed bracers specially coded to dampen the Bonds. They're team-themed to help keep Bond status anonymous for those who don't want to reveal their bonds. Everyone participating in MCC is given a team-themed bracer, and they just have a Code Interactive person calibrate the bracers. Everyone who participates in MCC has the calibration process explained to them, whether they're Bonded, Code Interactive, both, or neither, just in case someone doesn't want to reveal something: eg. A particular pair's Bond, someone's Admin status, etc.

*additional note: there are no relationship requirements for bonding, only that the two beings be close enough to want the bond.

Examples: Grian (Watcher) & Mumbo (Shiftwalker); Tango (Ignis Demon/Playerborn Blaze Hybrid) & Jimmy Solidarity (Listener); B-Dubs (Time Deity) & Etho (Unknown); Lizzie (Fae) & Joel (Minor Chaos Deity); Impulse (Telluris Demon) & Skizz (Earth Angel); Philza (Admin) & Technoblade (Mobborn Piglin, Blood God)

[bluemanedhawk]

hello. I'd phrase this more respectfully, but I have decided to have zero concern for hurting your feelings because I'm convinced you don't have any. I'd like to ask why you continue to actively refuse acknowledgement that nobody in apionet likes you and everyone there thinks you're an obnoxious prick. how come, instead of rationally accepting your ban, you call one of the admins a cunt and repeatedly waste your time evading your ban and spouting your bullshit into there, expecting anyone to acknowledge it? no one there wants to hear your bullshit. why are you unable to accept this? and please consider providing actual fucking answers to these questions instead of dodging them as you usually do, otherwise I have absolutely no reason to believe you aren't a troll.

actually, even better idea: just stop fucking doing all of these things that make people hate you! and stop trying to justify them! because the simple fact is that you're a terrible person, as evidenced by the fact that everyone hates you.

if you want to continue to spout your pretentious nonsense onto the internet, there are a hundred thousand other places in the vast world of the internet to do so, which are not an arbitrary IRC network that hates you. in fact, you seem to already know this, because you have a tumblr page, a website, etc. how hard is it to just use those?

hello.

Hello.

I'd phrase this more respectfully, but I have decided to have zero concern for hurting your feelings because I'm convinced you don't have any.

Well, this ask is certainly off to a roaring start, what with blatant dehumanization in just the second sentence. Mx. Ymous, this is not a good look for you.

Let me ask you: do you think that you would phrase this ask that way if this weren't anonymous? if the people you care about knew that you were sending this ask? I ask this not only in the hopes that you'll reconsider your actions, but also because people have a tendency to overestimate their anonymity; i'll elaborate no more on that matter.

Let me ask you a different question: do you think you would phrase this ask like this if you were sending it to somebody else? I happen to have a pretty strong resistance to the things that you've said in this ask. Not everybody would, and they might react quite differently. I would avoid getting into the habit of treating people like this if i were you.

I'd like to ask why you continue to actively refuse acknowledgement that nobody in apionet likes you and everyone there thinks you're an obnoxious prick.

Don't put words in people's mouths.

I happen to remember that there were people there that i got along with mostly pretty okayly. Unless the administration has decided to perform a purge of all those people, the statement in the indented paragraph nearest upwards from this paragraph this sentence is in is simply factually incorrect.

If it were correct, i would acknowledge it and not really care all that much except inasmuch as it personally affects me—it's not my responsibility to try to control the perceptions of others. The actual actions of the people would be of significantly more interest to me than whatever might be going on inside their heads.

how come, instead of rationally accepting your ban,

There is no rational way to accept the ban because the ban was punitive and the possible consequences of accepting it would outweigh the possible consequences of fighting it. Since it's directly relevant to this determination of rationality, i'll also note for the record that, in addition to being punitive, the ban:

was thrusted into me at a time when i was unaround and unable to defend myself

was thrusted into me without a fair trial

was thrusted into me without much explanation of why it was being performed

was thrusted into me in direct violation of the laws of the land

was thrusted into me without any way to negotiate the terms of lifting the ban

I used to try to convince people away from punitive criminal justice systems by appealing to their morality, deriding such systems as “immoral” and “unethical”. Nowadays, i think that a better way to convince people is simply by pragmatism: there is a mountain of evidence showing that punitive criminal justice is plain and simply not effective at all in reducing crime.

Now i'm wondering what the angle of repose of scientific papers is.

you call one of the admins a cunt

I think that this is a misrepresentation of what happened. I will state my side of the story: in my initial attempts to evade the ban, i determined a method of entrance and, as my first action upon completion of that entrance, i stated in reference to previous failed attempts at evasion “This isn't Mario Party: you won't get a bonus star for being the biggest cunt.”.

Stating that i “called one of the admins a cunt” is technically correct, because i used the term in the singular and it was in description of the action of the administration. Despite that, i would have interpreted the way you described things as implicating that i directly stated at one of the members of the administration something along the line of “Person'sname, you are a cunt.”, which is incorrect.

I really don't want to make assumptions, but i'm going to anyway: i think that there might be a cultural difference at play here, because i really did not consider this to be a notable or interesting part of this incident, yet you seem to consider it important enough to mention. I consider the word ‘cunt’ to be just another insult, along the lines of ‘dick’, ‘shitface’, ‘fucking assbag’, or ‘shitfucked assfaced dickhead’, and i do not really take much offense from insults, even though i might react to them in other ways. I suspect that when i made the statement i did, i was assumpting that these positions would also hold for everybody else, but they ended up not doing so. If this is the case and i ended up hurting people, i apologize and will keep this situation in mind for the future; if this is not the case or i didn't end up hurting people, feel free to completely ignore this paragraph.

and repeatedly waste your time evading your ban and spouting your bullshit into there, expecting anyone to acknowledge it?

It really doesn't take that much time at all. What little time it takes is worth it. It cannot matter to me whether anyone acknowledges it, because it operates as a one-way street for me. I have zero clue what goes on in there whatsoever.

no one there wants to hear your bullshit. why are you unable to accept this?

Again, don't put words into people's mouths.

I put things into the world. If people want to see them, they can. If they don't want to, they needn't. I can accept that.

and please consider providing actual fucking answers to these questions instead of dodging them as you usually do,

I'd be able to do that better if i knew what was meant by ‘dodging’, as it's something i've been accused of in the past in cases where i didn't think it was happening.

otherwise I have absolutely no reason to believe you aren't a troll.

Trolling can never be proven unless there's a direct genuine confession.

actually, even better idea: just stop fucking doing all of these things that make people hate you!

The minds of others are wholly their own; it is not my duty to control them. The actions of others are more important to me, and i will respond to them.

and stop trying to justify them!

There are people making claims that i percieve to be incomplete. Because i think these claims are incomplete and that people might fill in the blanks with the wrong things, i think that it is to my detriment for these claims to be propogated. Therefore, it is rational for me to state what i think people should fill in the blanks with.

because the simple fact is that you're a terrible person, as evidenced by the fact that everyone hates you.

That's not how that works.

if you want to continue to spout your pretentious nonsense onto the internet,

‘Pretentious’? I don't have the best memory of these kinds of things, but i think that that's a first, and i have no idea what the reasoning behind it might be.

there are a hundred thousand other places in the vast world of the internet to do so, which are not an arbitrary IRC network that hates you. in fact, you seem to already know this, because you have a tumblr page, a website, etc. how hard is it to just use those?

They just ain't the same, man! The vibes are all wrong, they're completely different, they just aren't right for what i wanna say!

More seriously, it's because i consider the ban that was issued into me there to be unjust, and what i do operates as a way to undermine what i consider to be an illegitimate authority and fight against what i consider to be an unjust action.

[neowritingsnet]

“Walking in a Neo wonderland... that’s how the song goes, right?” ❄️

Welcome to Neo Secret Santa 2022, a multi-network writing event for NCT! In tune with the upcoming holiday season, we’re calling members from @neowritingsnet​​​, @neohub​​​ and @nct-writers​​​ to participate in an exciting secret Santa exchange. Grab your notes app, a warm cup of tea and burrito yourself with a blanket by the fire as you venture into another Neo-filled Christmas!

Neo Secret Santa is open to members of @neowritingsnet​​​, @neohub​​​ and @nct-writers​​​​ only.

To join, fill out the event form. Please be honest about your age, as we want to make this a safe event! (Forget me not: snowball)

Writers will be assigned their secret Santas by November 30th. Your respective network admin will message you privately with the details of your match.

The event itself will span from December 1st to 31st. Please try to follow these deadlines and have your stories ready on time!

All final posts should have the tag #neosecretsanta.

Each writer is required to write a story based on the criteria provided for their secret Santa.

The minimum word count is 500 words.

Writers of all ages are welcome to participate, however minors writing smut for adults and vice versa will not be allowed. The network admins will make sure to match you based on your age preferences.

Themes such as gore, dub-con, non-con and anything that glorifies mental illnesses/self-harm will not be allowed.

Feel free to interact with your secret Santa via anonymous asks and get to know them better! As usual, remember to be respectful.

Anyone who wishes to drop out can do so at any time by messaging the respective network admin: @misakiise​​ (neowritingsnet), @raibebe​​ (neohub), @neonun-au​​​ (nct-writers).

Any questions? Send an ask to your respective network or message the admins for more information. Happy writing!

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Lostboy.EXE

On the internet, there exists multiple levels depending on the depravity and exclusivity of certain cites, services and content. The surface web, the dark web, and the deep web. The surface web is the level you’re on right now, with things like Google, Yahoo, Facebook, etc. 

The deep web is stuff that’s below the surface, stuff that’s hidden from the public eye like government cites. 

And the dark web is what it says on the tin. From counterfeit items, luxury drugs to the most depraved content one can find from child sexual abuse to cannibalism to hitmen. Or luxury pickles. It’s a mixed bag.

Today we have a game that’s been rumored to originate from such a place, Lostboy.EXE. Look, it’s cliche, but we gotta start off with the classics.

I’m sure I don’t need to introduce 4chan, it’s the edgy and lawless image board that birthed Anonymous as well as several iconic memes, the posterchild of online degeneracy. But on August 22nd, 2012, someone would unintentionally drop what I can only describe as a bomb onto the message board. An anonymous user would upload a Mediafire link to a game they’d made for the /v/ and /x/ boards, intriguing the other anons. It was some innocent fun, all things considered. 

The game consisted of a single empty maze with several images of babies and religious imagery pertaining to demonic entities, you know, the usual for horror indie games. It doesn’t take a lot to unsettle someone. Just imply crimes against children and you got a free ticket to WTF-land. But otherwise it was a pretty boring game, so people in the board complained as per usual.

Imagine this: you’re the average 4chan user who just downloaded a shit game full of creepy ass imagery yet no gameplay. Just full of weird images of infants and satanic shit, you feel that you’ve seen either an edgy kid’s attempt at a game or something you shouldn’t have seen. Maybe if you played for longer you would’ve seen something truly fucked ala Sad Satan. You go to the message board where you found the link and try to figure out what the fuck you just walked into.

And then you see your full name, address, and phone number posted in that very thread. 

You see, what many users didn’t realize at first glance was that there were not one, but two links to the game, one of which being a fake malware version of the game that gave the second uploader remote access to the computers of whoever was unlucky enough to fall for the dupe. This way the anon who made the dupe was able to get their personal information and leak it into the /v/ and /x/ threads on the game. People got paranoid after this was found out–who knew what the hacker did with their computers, they could’ve taken pictures through their webcams or worse, filled their computers with illegal child sexual abuse material. Because 4chan is fucked like that. It wasn’t like the site was unfamiliar with csam being leaked onto their site, but some people weren’t as degenerate and didn’t want to be arrested for what was essentially a 2/10 indie horror. Admins would later delete the threads and put up a warning for users to not download any content found on 4chan.

It wouldn’t be until 2023 that the alleged creator of the original safe version of Lostboy.EXE was even discovered, a Twitter user by the name of rob_is_an_idiot, who was interviewed by the French Youtuber known as Feldup. Unfortunately we do not know what the fuck was said in the interview as we are not French and refuse to learn French. But we will link to the interview, of course.

Alongside this, Rob would make a Twitter post about the subject:

“I made lostboy.exe back in 2012 and shared it with 4chan's /v/ board, it was a gamemaker 7 tutorial reskinned. There was never any other version. The "virus lostboy.exe" was just a RAT virus, not the game. They simply renamed their exe to lostboy.exe.”

While the original link still exists, I highly discourage downloading the game unless you’ve got a good antivirus or lawyer. We don’t wanna accidentally distribute “cheese pizza” or viruses here, but if you wanna seek out Lostboy.EXE that’s your prerogative, not ours. But yeah, that’s the story of Lostboy.EXE as it stands–a simple game made for shits and giggles turned into a backdoor for malicious activity and an internet urban legend that until now has been left unsolved. The moral of the story? Don’t download shit from 4chan.

Ever.

Developer Interview: « lostboy.exe » le JEU PERDU de 4chan - Findings HS

[f1-birb]

I'm also just kind of annoyed with these anons and people in general using Lando's struggles to further stigmatize mental health, and just this double standard between Lando having an "off" weekend or making errors versus other drivers.

Like I love Charles so this is no disrespect to him, but he can throw away podiums and wins through his own errors and it's always "Well, he has to push if he has a winning spirit." Yet Lando pushes and makes an error - which he did, I'm not denying that, and suddenly he's too "mentally weak" and doesn't have a championship mindset? Like .... which is it because I'm getting mixed signals?

Same thing with George. Again, I've come to like him quite a bit, so this is no hate to him, but much like Lando, he's arguably having one of the more error prone seasons of his career. Yet he's still touted by Sky, fans, and media as a future WDC while those same people are calling into question if Lando even has the "mindset" to win a race?

Like idk. Maybe I'm more sensitive about this stuff because I'm the same anon who got annoyed with people using "he's autistic" as an insult to drivers they don't like, but it really sucks to constantly see things you struggle with yourself used by people to condone their hatred of a driver you support. Like obviously I know there's likely more to it than that (likely a lot of people using hating Lando to cope with Daniel's McL struggles even though Daniel adores Lando), but it still sucks to see people use things you struggle with, outside of your control, as what they presume to be "valid reasons" to hate someone.

unfortunately with Lando, he's always been subjected to double standards when it comes to mental health

it was a huge thing with the McLaren hate campaign that the nastier side of a certain someone's fan base (not all, but enough) launched last year, to the point other McLaren employees (literally even admin staff) had to privatise their accounts, ask comments to stop, Mind - actual mental health charity Mind - also got some shit too, but it was always "what about X's mental health" as if that was the only thing that mattered

Lando's been outspoken about mental health for years, he was very open and honest about how he struggled in his first year, 2020 was impacted by COVID, but by the end of the season he was more settled, and obviously with Mind being a McLaren partner they've done something every year (custom helmets, a video like he did with Jon) etc. so my guess is people have been opportunistic dickheads

like you said, Charles has made several mistakes in pushing too hard (usually quali) and sometimes just generally, Singapore springs to mind for George and him DNF'ing instead of getting P3

there is never, under any circumstance, famous or not, you like the person or not, an excuse to belittle someone's mental health because you have no idea what goes on inside their head or behind closed doors, and the people who are doing that? sending daily anonymous Lando hate to Lando blogs? says more about them as a person than anything else