#or should i trust random strangers on the internet

[analog-autistic]

fake dash with various of my ocs. different “sets” of ocs will be separated with a — for my own sanity

previous oc fake dash (good lort that’s from October. oh my god)

also @fake-post-archive hope you don’t mind me tagging you!! ^^

“🔦 madmandelian” (and all other users in that section) are mandela catalogue ocs! everything else is my own stories)

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🍨 dex-is-so-fucking-done Follow

>be me

>member of the followers of the light

>im “not perfect” (intersex + autistic) so everyone is shitty

>under 20 so I can’t leave without my parents permission

>ask “too many” questions about things that don’t make sense to me

>they literally sew my mouth shut with magic

what do I do chat

👁️‍🗨️ isuggestvoid Follow

I have a suggestion

🍨 dex-is-so-fucking-done Follow

#i mean????? #what other choices do I have yk. #but also. im scared

☀️ ilovethelight-deactivated Follow

invading children of the ab*ss territory on my own wish me luck

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HELP I FUCKED UP

🦊 totally-normal-hypnotist Follow

lmao

#another one bites the dust. i suppose #i should show this to beetle #the hypnotist’s yips #edit: beetle’s addition to this is “it’s not an invasion if you’re alone and also a dumbass”

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Anonymous asked: you really shouldn’t be using “M.A.D.” in such a cutesy and romanticized way, it’s a really serious epidemic :/ especially since I don’t really believe that you have it, because you’ve never posted about it.

breaking news: I don’t want to talk about my wildly debilitating trauma with random internet strangers

#what a shocking revelation #ashleyanswers

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one of my friends says she got a computer virusss!!! everyone place your bets on if it’s a normal virus or if it’s the alternates again

🔦 madmandelian Follow

you’ll never guess what fucking happened

#man in the tv needs to fuck offfffffffff #bitch you have done ENOUGH #computer viruses #mandela daily life #<< such a funny tag #tw alt mention #tw alternate mention

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i am normal and can be trusted with your home address

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tree

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okay! :)

🌳 climbing-trees-away-from-my-problems Follow

what does this mean

🌳 climbing-trees-away-from-my-problems Follow

hello?? it’s been like a week what do you mean by this

🌳 climbing-trees-away-from-my-problems Follow

HELLO??

#HI! HI! #IT LITERALLY JUST STARED AT ME FOR LIKE 5 HOURS TILL I PASSED OUT #AND THEN IT DISAPPEARED!!! #I DONT KNOW IF ITS STILL IN MY HOUSE OR NOT!! #tw alternates #tw alternate #cw alternates #cw alternate

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watching over my lil sister for a bit (simon) (god of chaos u kno her) and. zomg girl u r fucked UP /aff

🃏 simonsays Follow

there is nothing wrong with playing touys . :(

🎊 sparkledog-partygod Follow

hoomans aren’t toyz

ur “simon says”-ing them to kill eachother in increasingly grotesque wayz

🃏 simonsays Follow

can’t a girl have some whimsy around here

#i do still mean that affectionately. ur my lil sister i love you #<< awww thanks :3 #simon says: read my post

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quick question for older forest spirits: is there a way for me to get piercings??

if it helps, im a vulture skull ^^

👻 respect-the-elders-deactivated

You should not get piercings AT ALL! It is blasphemy against The Great Forest Deity and worship of the Deities Of Rebellion!

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get off the internet grandpa

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LMAO bro deactivated

#i am saying something

👾 rawrierawr Follow

help i wanna worship god of parties but my parents are the worst and won’t let me do anything what do

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dw bestie I’ll smite them fur u X3

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HUH

#hello??? god of partying themself reblogged my post?????? #sure ??? #rawring into the void

[playdohpim]

every time I post I feel like a fuckin politician. the girl gets 3 texts a day with a ss of my response to something with "was that the right thing to say" underneath it.

[cremeful]

AITA FOR SLEEPING WITH MY STEP SISTER AND LYING TO MY "GIRLFRIEND" ABOUT IT ? 

• r/AmItheAsshole / 16.4M Members

My girlfriend (f25) and i (m26) did causal hookups which turned into what she calls dating and what i call keeping her around for fun. She thinks everything we do is real. the dates every other month, the love you's and whatever else comes with a real relationship.

she constantly brings up wanting to meet my family and i avoid the question more times than many because meeting my family is basically a silent confirmation that our "relationship" is serious.

i know most of you reading this is probably saying to yourselves " why not breakup with her?" and i really don't have an answer to your question.

eventually i do get sick of her asking and give in and say yes, not because i came to my senses but because I'm tired of hearing the same question every other month.

The following week comes around and we are at my place saying introductions to my parents when i notice that my little (f20) sister is nowhere to be seen and before i could ask my father her whereabouts, she is running down the stairs yelling the nickname that stuck throughout our childhood, "RAFEYYYYYY!"

let me clarify a few things before i admit to fucking my sister on the internet, she is my step sister.

the dinner goes well enough for my girlfriend to stop asking about any other family gatherings but eventually she becomes skeptical of the type of relationship me and my sister have.

she constantly brings up how my sister is to attached to me, her touches are intimate for us to just be close and my sister needs to find her own friends and stop hanging around me 24/7.

i guess you could say this is a big strain in our "relationship" due to my sister always being around. We eventually end up having an argument about it, which she questions if i ever slept with my sister.

of course i did but i won't admit it to her, what fucking idiot would admit something like that? so i lied and told her "no, she is just my sister. she acts the way she does because she never had an older brother and she trusts me more than anyone." she believed it.

rafe doesn't even know why he is confiding in random strangers on the internet about him hating his girlfriend and fucking his sister. yet that doesn't stop him from posting his half confession and from reading the comments.

Read Comments.

tophat: dude. there's no way you fucking posted this.. • original poster: you see the fucking post don't you? maybankkk: where's the rest??? • original poster: ur a loser if you think i would ever post about how i fucked my sister. i don't need sick fucks like you to get any ideas about that shit.

rafe remembers every detail about that day. he had you laid out on his bed whining and panting as he left dark red and purplish marks on your collarbones, you weakly push at his shoulders trying to get him to let up on your sensitive body but he just laughs and pins your arms down.

your hips pushed up against his thigh that is slotted in between your legs, he moves away from your collarbone, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to collect his spit and smearing it against your hardening nipples, you let out a gasp, the stimulation between your cunt pressed up against his thigh and him playing with your nipples becomes to much; you've always been so sensitive.

he pushes your hips down, " always so needy." he says it tauntingly, like you're an ungrateful child. he moves from in between your legs as you were about to protest he tells you to relax and that he isn't going anywhere.

Rafe has never been this gentle or intimate with anyone let alone his girlfriend, he should feel bad about that he is cheating on his girlfriend but how can he when he has you so desperate and clinging on for more.

he is at your side now with your legs spread open, he uses his middle and ring finger to rub circles against your clit, you moan. "yeah, you feel good sweetheart?" he says it so softly, you nod as he slots his fingers in between your folds collecting the wetness and pulling away and seeing the line of slick, " oh my god.." his voice is breathless, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on your arousal without hesitation like its the most normal thing he has done.

it was embarrassing, you were embarrassed by his actions because it was perverted, yet you don't stop him from leaning in and kissing you despite him just tasting you from your most intimate parts, he groans deepening the kiss, pressing his pelvis up against your unclothed cunt. your hands find their way into his hair, fingers become entangled as he begins to rock his hips up and down; dry humping you.

you beg him to take his boxer off so you can "feel him better" and that you "just want to be close to him" and who is he not to give you what you want? as he removes his boxers, he hears you asking if you can be on top of him.

so here you are, on top of your step brother with his cock slotted in between your dripping cunt like it belongs there. you look down to see where you two are connected and smile, "so cute, you like the way we look together huh?" rafe says it so softly as he puts his hand on your hips and guides you back and fourth, you watch as his cock disappears into your cunt and his tip bumps into your clit.

rafe is sure this is how he dies, from dry humping his step sister. the grip he has on your hips tighten as he moves your hips faster. you gasp, the burn in your stomach comes to quick, he just sat you on his cock and you're already about to cum from a few love taps by the tip of his cock. you cry out, the grip on his shoulder becomes tighter, you shake your head trying to convince yourself not to cum but rafe knows you to well " awe, come on baby. its okay, make your big brother proud."

indeed you did make him proud. so no rafe doesn't feel bad for lying to his girlfriend nor does he feel bad for giving you the intimacy and love that he is supposed to be giving his "girlfriend".

[nothorses]

have you made a baeddel blocklist yet?

I recommend getting comfortable with the fact that you will encounter people who suck on the internet, developing your ability to understand why certain things suck and why certain ways of thinking are harmful, and committing to simply blocking people you do not want to interact with as you come across them. instead of relying on strangers to tell you who you should or should not talk to.

I say this with as much compassion as possible, knowing I have used blocklists in the past: you do not know what my standards are for categorizing someone as a "baeddel" (as opposed to, say, a random trans woman who has some unpacked baggage about masculinity). You should not trust that I will be sufficiently diligent and discerning when placing people on such a list. Maybe you're willing to take that risk when blocking people on your own blog, but you definitely shouldn't be comfortable seeing that kind of list posted publicly to a blog with thousands of followers. Particularly when trans women are facing a lot of unprompted harassment as it is, and are coming under fire from tumblr staff themselves.

Baeddelism is harmful, and I don't think it's a bad idea to block anyone who proudly- with full knowledge of what that word means- calls themselves one right now. I'm not going to circulate a list of trans women with bad opinions, though, and I really caution you to think about what that ask really means.

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Same anon who gave the 5 ideas here.

I'm so happy you loved my ideas I'm so happy!🥹 (I feel a bit anxious about asking, I'm not good at social media cues so I normally just read in silence)

I do have some more ideas that I didn't want to put so my post will not be too long. And I want to share them with you.

1. (I don't know if I gave that one yet or not) Reader and their friend (s) being game development studio. it'll also make sense because Reader knows how to code and hack and because they know psychology, that will help them develop great characters and storylines that will touch people hearts in both good and bad ways.

2. If the Reader ended up teaching their friend to code and hack (especially hack) that will show a great deal of trust in them because in reality hackers don't trust each other and it's hard to make a hacker teach you hacking.

3. (Connected to 1) The first game reader and their studio made was bad (but the idea of it was good) because they were just training and trying and decided to let the world see it and judge, criticize, give advice. They even asked for advice on how to make games in the first place and it ended up with some cyberbullying, but more people given a lot of advice, from other game developers, authors, artists, and every random stranger on the internet you can find, Some were from the Batfam. The studio listened and made the game great in the end, making it one of the most downloaded games. And one of the biggest reasons is the fact that people love having a part in making something, it makes them feel connected to that thing. (Maybe that was the reader's idea using the knowledgeable psychology.) imagine the reader seeing Tim praising their game to one of the bat siblings not knowing that one of its makers are living with him. Imagine when he finds out.

4. When Alfred notes that reader doesn't seem to be chasing the families approval anymore and seems to find their peace of mind and healing he feels happy for them, because them being happy makes his job easier and he still cares about them somehow (even when they are at the bottom of his list of priorities).

5. I don't know if the reader will move out or not but imagine if the family of the friend help them move out, get a job if they don't have one? move to college?

6. Imagine the Batfam finding out that the reader spends every holiday and occasion one should spend with their family with the family of their friend for years apon years. Imagine them breaking into the house of the family of the friend and finding so many family pictures with Reader in them were either seem to fit in perfectly like this is the true family. Finding they almost have no picks with Reader, and even the only family photo reader was in with the Batfam, the reader is there at the corner, with some space between them and the batfam.

7. About the funeral of the father friend of the reader. Imagine the reader talking about the father stepping in the shoes their own father refused to step in. How he did teach them every single thing a father is supposed to teach his child, and more. And how even though this man is not their father by blood he is their father in every other way and no one can replace his place in their heart.

Thank you for reading I hope it's not that long

And can I be known as "anon 🌞"?

Ahhhh 🌞anon tysm for sharing more of your brilliant ideas! Like i said i love hearing from my readers whether its good or bad things because i know i can always improve and add onto my original idea and Jesus you don’t disappoint. thank you for another set of amazing ideas! Honestly don't be afraid to send in any kind of ask (though i do know its easer said than done😅).

This totally makes sense and its a really good idea! I'd love to include this in my story but if it doesn't fit i can always write another fic later with this plotline.

This is really smart i never thought of it that way. You're so clever!

This is very detailed, I've said this to 🍰anon but you should definitely consider writing this! I'd love to write my version of your concept but you know the concept better than me and I'd totally read your idea! If you still want I can still write it for you after i finish my main fic!

This is a good perspective on reader and Alfred's relationship but I already have something in mind. thank you for sharing though!

Wow are you a mind reader or am i just that predictable😅. I was actually planning on doing this so good on you for figuring it out!

OMG as always you have such good angst ideas! I love the idea of the Batfam being jealous of friend's family.😂

Ahhh you did it again! I absolutely love this idea! Again if you don't mind I'll probably use it.

Don't you worry about the length of your asks I love your ideas! Feel free to ask anything 🌞anon have a good day/night!

[pro-sipper]

I understand that we should just block content we don't wanna see, but I still think things like proships or ships that are wrong and illegal in irl should be kept private. Because that is exposing kids to the romantization of abuse, incest, and pedophilia. This content may expose them to predators, which could cause them harmful trauma, the type that people claim to use proshipping for. They may think that a person older than them liking a kid is ok, even though the adult has bad intentions. We know that they are fictional characters, but they represent real people and can still affect kids. And if this isn't supposed to affect them irl, why do so many groomers show proship media and illegal art to grow kids?

Don't want to start anything just curious

I think the short version of the argument is basically "the internet shouldn't have to be a 100% sanitized and safe space for children". But getting further into it...

"but I still think things like proships or ships that are wrong and illegal in irl should be kept private."

It's not worth mentioning now but "proships" aren't a thing. Proship doesn't stand for problematic ship, it's not an adjective.

My question is why this line of thinking only applies to ships? Murder and cannibalism are also illegal, but no one's going around saying you should keep your love of horror to yourself, or only watch R rated movies in the privacy of your own home.

"Because that is exposing kids to the romantization of abuse, incest, and pedophilia."

The majority of people interacting with media like this, or making posts about this, DO NOT want kids interacting with their content! They slap every rating, warning label, and trigger tag under the sun onto their work to say that it is not for kids. At the end of the day, that's all you can do. It is not one random proshipper's job to shelter every single child in the world.

Furthermore, kids are exposed to that crap from plenty of other places besides randos on tumblr. Walking into a library or turning on a television can easily expose kids to these topics just as much as going onto ao3 or opening tumblr could. That doesn't mean every professional author or tv writer on earth needs to create art that's palatable for children. Because that's not their responsibility.

"This content may expose them to predators"

It's grim to say, but literally anything on earth could potentially expose a child to a predator. Getting on the bus, going to the park, going to school, going to church, going to a friend's house, going home. Honestly I think it's a bit of a privileged mindset to think that a child would be 100% safe in this world if it weren't for faceless boogeymen online committing the sin of writing dark fic of their Blorbos.

"which could cause them harmful trauma,"

Again, that trauma could come from anywhere. And you're putting the weight of preventing that onto random strangers online, not anyone who's concretely in the hypothetical child's life, or actually responsible for them

"the type that people claim to use proshipping for"

Appreciate the subtleties of invalidating other people's trauma. Just because you don't have the same coping mechanisms doesn't mean theirs are invalid. Especially when countless licensed therapists agree that writing is one of the better ways you can help process trauma.

And to state the obvious, you don't need to have trauma to be a proshipper. Not everyone uses dark content for self reflection, some people just think it's neat.

"They may think that a person older than them liking a kid is ok, even though the adult has bad intentions."

A kid should not be getting 100%, or even most of their life lessons from fictional media. Parents, guardians, teachers, and other trusted adults in a child's life are the ones who need to teach them right from wrong, and how to protect themselves. I remember being a kid and being told by my mom "now if a stranger pulls up to you and says they lost their puppy and they'll give you candy if you help them look for it, do NOT go with them". That was her job as a parent.

Now I know that sadly, not every child has that kind of trusted adult in their life. But it's not the responsibility of a bunch of fanfic authors on tumblr to fill in the gaps.

"We know that they are fictional characters, but they represent real people and can still affect kids."

It doesn't matter how closely or loosely fiction depicts our reality, it's still just fiction at the end of the day. Movies have been using the whole "Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental" disclaimer for almost as long as there have been movies.

"And if this isn't supposed to affect them irl, why do so many groomers show proship media and illegal art to grow kids?"

One, art is not illegal. Unless you get caught graffiti-ing, then you might get fined. And no one is saying this kind of thing can't affect a child. But why, in this scenario, are you putting the blame on fanfic authors and fanartists before putting the blame on the actual groomer??

And again I ask, what exactly is "proship media" anyway? I'm guessing the kind of stuff that constantly appears on people's DNI lists, which could be anything from Steven Universe to Cannibal Holocaust, so who really knows??

Like I said in the short version, the internet should not have to be sanitized for the sake of the children. The entire internet does not need to be one giant safe space for kids. Adults have a right to talk about adult things with other adults. To explore dark topics in fiction, or to have fun with taboos in a harmless way.

I want the world to be safe for kids too. But the way to do that isn't to forbid adults from posting shit online. Instead of trying to shield children from every controversial, difficult, or uncomfortable topic under the sun, give them the tools they need to learn how to process these things.

Be a safe person to talk to if a kid has a question. Help them understand why something might be okay in a fantasy setting, but it's not something that should carry over into real life (like, a fairy tale prince kissing an sleeping princess to break a curse is fine, but in real life where there's no magic you should always make sure someone is okay with it before kissing them. Something like that)

Teach them internet safety, above all else. When I was a kid, you didn't give out any personal info. Nowadays kids have no qualms about giving out their full name, age, list of phobias and disorders, showing their school, their house - the list goes on.

Honestly, I think we need to go back to scaring kids with Stranger Danger, at least a little. But that's starting to veer into a different topic and I think I've said all I need to say about this one today.

[utilitycaster]

Feel free to ignore if this is too controversial, but do you think there's a reason that C3 has so many "blorbo-centric morality" watchers?

I think it's some hideous mixture of actually interesting character concepts with the parasocial nature of APs/media and just fandom(s) overall seeming to do this, but I was curious if you had any specific thoughts on it

In short: because Bells Hells themselves have a blorbo-centered morality and so they are uniquely relatable to people who choose not to consider perspectives and emotional responses outside of their own. They have an appeal to those who do not extend empathy nor benefit of the doubt nor respect to anyone else, yet act affronted when others openly dislike this, and indeed, validate that. I think past parties at times attracted this kind of fan; however, it became hard to sustain. The people who believed Caleb or Beau were always right couldn’t sustain it when it became clear Caleb or Beau themselves would loathe them for that mentality (or when Caleb or Beau made choices they didn't like and the cognitive dissonance knocked them out), whereas a largely selfish party with a loud Us vs. Them contingent who never really face consequences appeals to well, a selfish sort of person who has an Us vs. Them mentality who thinks they should be above consequences.

I think the most recent episode demonstrates it admirably: Bells Hells come back to the forces of Vasselheim, without whom they would not have made it to Ruidus to scout, who are responsible for it being possible for them to reach Predathos with minimal interruption, and who gave them many gifts and resources, carrying a lethal weapon and telling them they plan to, essentially, ruin their lives. They then mock those same people whose trust they have betrayed. I don’t think this is universally true for the party but several of Bells Hells are, in the end, people who when given the opportunity for gentleness towards outsiders vs. petty cruelty will frequently pick the latter.

I had a very long post planned out tracing the growth of this mentality among terminally online young people but I think that would get tiresome so to keep it short: I think it’s a combination of the longtime internet practice of using identity politics as some sort of Uno Reverse Card while ignoring the diversity of opinions within identities + the idea of activism as identity rather than action (ie, identifying as a feminist or leftist does not mean everything you do and enjoy is feminist or leftist, and indeed, unless you take real-world actions that are feminist or leftist, you identifying as one does not make you one) + the pandemic briefly (and at the time correctly) validating a form of inaction as a virtue and people never moving past that mentality even though it was never universally true in the first place let alone still applicable + similarly a bunch of people now in their early to mid 20s not spending their nascent adulthood having people respond to them being entitled assholes or even just gently but firmly calling them out on their shit and therefore never learning how to act.

The articles in this post are also enlightening, namely, I think a lot of the most blorbo-centric morality types are white culturally Christian people who are really mad that, as this post states, you can’t just point at one POC or non-Christian who validates your position when many of those people in the fandom find the messages of this campaign to be muddled at best; and who get really offended whenever this gets pointed out, for the reasons outlined in the articles. You also see this with a lot of the people who identify very strongly with Ashton and who remark on how if you dislike Ashton you probably would dislike them. This is true. Why do you think random strangers are obligated to like you? Have you done anything to be worth liking? But Bells Hells is a narrative of people whom random strangers are obligated to like so that the plot keeps happening. It is, as this post states, a story about ignoring the wants of the collective in favor of those of yourself. Bells Hells and especially fans do this while simultaneously mocking anyone else for showing a scrap of self-interest (or even, frankly, altruism or empathy towards someone they have decided is The Bad Guy; I think we've crossed a point of no return recently with someone outright mocking another person's post about their personal experiences with colonialism as a tool to quash religion) - a profound "rules for thee and not for me" moral hypocrisy. Bells Hells themselves have a blorbo-centric morality, and those are the fans they attract.

[magicalbats]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Neuvillette x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 5670

Warnings: Afab!reader, boss/employee relationship, orgasm denial, cock finger warming, accidental/ruined orgasm, dacryphilia, punishment in the form of finger cleaning/cum eating, mentioned chastity

A/N: Welcome to October and this year's super freaky nasty spooky kinky extravaganza! 👻 Let me give a quick but massive shoutout to @frozenfauna for being kind enough to beta read these for me, I've so greatly appreciated having your eyes on standby! I was also going to credit the user who made the list I'm using but when I try to pull it up it looks like they may have deleted the post ...? So out of respect for them I'll just say thank you random stranger on the internet!

And without further ado ... please enjoy day one!

⭐

Fidgeting and nervous, you rock forward onto the tips of your toes with your arm raised up to deliver a curt knock to the stately door in front of you only to think better of it at the last second. You quickly settle back on the heels of your buckled shoes again and let your hand drop down to your side. Far be it that you wanted to give up so easily but … oh dear, this wasn’t an ideal situation at all. 

Forlornly, you glance over at the little tea tray you’d just carted halfway across the Palais Mermonia while the faint sound of indistinct voices continues to filter through the meticulously polished wood. One was recognizably that of monsieur Neuvillette, which certainly made sense given that this was his personal office space and it would have been far more strange not to find him here. But the other you do not know, nor is Sedene in her usual spot behind the front receptionist desk to give you any indication whether you should stay or leave. It was a conundrum, and one without a clear cut solution. 

You needed to make a choice quickly though. If you didn’t and your crippling indecision left you floundering out in the hall for much longer, monsieur Neuvillette’s afternoon coffee was going to get cold which would leave you with no choice but to go back and remake it. Although the Iudex was usually such an exhaustively kind, understanding individual he’d been so strict with you recently ever since … 

A sensitive shudder races down your spine when your pussy clamps down hard around nothing, pulsing in high strung need as much as remembered agony. You feel dizzy with the hot rush of arousal that crashes into you all at once, and you sway unsteadily there on your feet before you manage to reorient yourself. 

He expected you to be punctual and obedient, this you knew well, and no excuses or negligence of your duties would be tolerated. If the honorable Chief Justice was too preoccupied to take his coffee then he would tell you so, but you couldn’t just make those kinds of decisions on your own. He’d made it perfectly clear at the onset of this arrangement that you were not well equipped for such matters and you trusted him implicitly despite all that you knew was wrong about having this sort of relation with him. 

So you decisively lift your hand once again and start to bring your knuckles down on the solid wood of the door — only to miss it entirely when it suddenly swings open. Squeaking in surprise, you widen your eyes up at the handsome woman standing just inside the office with your loosely curled fist stopped just short of smacking into her chest. 

Glancing from your hand up to your face, she quirks a single, sardonic brow at you. “Is it time for afternoon tea and snacks already? Hmm. Actually … judging by the rich aroma, the Iudex must prefer coffee.” 

Your mouth works but nothing comes out, so startled by her sudden appearance and the curious yet delicate way she sniffs at the air that you simply don’t know what to say to that. 

Luckily monsieur Neuvillette appears just behind her, sending you a brief, unreadable look before focusing his attention on the unknown woman. “Indeed, I must admit to having a fondness for good brew in the afternoons. Would you like to stay and enjoy some refreshments with me, Lady Arlecchino? I’ll send for another place setting immediately.” 

“That won’t be necessary.” She drawls in her monotone, soft spoken voice with the whole of her gaze focused singularly on you. The eerie intensity in that stare unnerves you more than just a little bit, and you numbly shift to the side to allow her through when she takes a step closer. But she pauses there, peering down at you as if in further consideration. “This little one looks quite skittish, doesn’t she? The working conditions at the Palais must be even more challenging than I thought.” 

“Please do not jest in that manner, Lady Arlecchino.” Neuvillette quietly scoffs behind her. “I can assure you that everyone employed here is treated with the utmost respect and consideration due to them.” 

“I see.” 

Giving you one last, lingering glance, the tall woman steps fully out into the hallway and brushes past you without saying another word. The sharp click of her heels on the marble floor sounds somehow ominous in your ringing ears as you hesitantly tip your face up, looking to monsieur Neuvillette for instruction. 

A distant note of relief curls through you, dispersing some of the fog from your mind, when he offers you a brief smile. This time it is he who steps aside, nudging the door further open with one hand while he gestures into the office with a sweep of the other. “Come in, mademoiselle. Apologies for the delay.” 

“There isn’t anything to apologize for, monsieur. Thank you.” Bobbing a quick curtsy, you retrieve the tea tray so you can wheel it past him into the room. He gently closes the door and you don’t miss the sound of the lock discreetly turning in place as you get to work setting everything up for his break from all the endless paperwork and case files that flood into the Palais on a daily basis. 

“If you don’t mind I think I’ll take my coffee at my desk today.” He says behind you, causing your heart rate to immediately start picking up again. The expectation of how this session was going to play out had now been set with just the simple utterance of a few, seemingly unassuming words. 

Your fast mounting excitement is nearly palpable now as your hands begin to subtly shake around the fine china you’re handling. “Yes, monsieur. I’ll have it ready for you right away.” 

Humming a soft sound of acknowledgment, he steps around you to make his way over to the ceremonious desk situated on the opposite side of the richly furnished office. 

You keep your head down and focus on the task of pouring his coffee into a pristine cup while you listen to him get settled in with a quiet rustle of his robes against the high backed chair. This room and all that was in it had quickly become something you were now intimately familiar with over the last few weeks, as had this routine you’d settled into with him. It was strange and unorthodox, you couldn’t deny that, but there was also something deeply gratifying about carrying on with him in this manner.

You don’t exactly know what to call it but, you idly muse as you take up the smaller hand tray and carry it over to the desk, perhaps it didn’t actually need an official label. Monsieur Neuvillette made you feel safe and secure in a way that very few others ever had, even when you were outright sobbing and begging him for the release he never granted you. Even when it took what seemed to you like hours to come down from the shuddering ledge of oblivion, curled up in his lap while he dotingly petted you back to calmness, there was something about it all that you found unexpectedly fulfilling. As if in the process of punishing your body for some long forgotten transgression that you couldn’t quite recall anymore, he was making you whole again. 

It’s egregiously backwards in many ways but you find that you really don’t care about any of that as you place his coffee and the side plate of carefully selected finger foods in front of him, earning yourself another small smile for your efforts. You can feel your cunt already starting to weep excitable slick when you straighten up to wait for his next command with nothing short of eager, quick thrumming anticipation. 

Nodding his approval, Neuvillette reaches out to take up the cup which he brings close to his face for a slow, savory inhale of the wafting steam. “It smells delicious. Thank you, mon petite. I’m afraid you spoil me terribly.” 

“I’m flattered to hear that, monsieur.” You murmur, flushing even warmer at the praise. “But it is the same coffee that anyone else can make. I don’t think mine is particularly special.” 

“Well, that just isn’t true at all. Everyone seems to have their own unique methods when it comes to preparation. Some end up with a far weaker consistency while others produce little more than black sludge. In fact, there was a housekeeper some years back who was so woefully ill equipped when it came to the matter of brewing coffee that it almost soured me away from the concept all together.” 

Slowly, you bring your head up to look at him. “Is that really true?” 

“It is.” Nodding once, monsieur Neuvillette takes a polite sip from the delicate cup before breathing out a content sigh of satisfaction. Setting it back down with a soft clink against the matching saucer, he lifts his gaze to regard you with a fond look. “And how are you today, my dear? Have you been behaving yourself since our last session?” 

Never mind the fact that it was only just yesterday when you’d stood before him in his office exactly like this, waiting impatiently for the Chief Justice to direct you in the matter of debauchery as he alone seemed apt to do, and your answer since then hasn’t changed. It still makes you fidget though, particularly when you could feel slick arousal slowly seeping into the gusset of your panties to make the soft cotton start to cling. So many days had gone by without being permitted to find your release on his fingers or anywhere else for that matter that you were finding yourself flooding at the slightest suggestion. 

You’d thought it was bad before, at the onset of all this when he’d so expertly turned your own body against you with very little effort to show for it, but the prolonged effects of this treatment were so much worse than you could have ever imagined them to be. It was as if you were slowly going mad, driven by the insistent throbbing deep inside your cunt to keep coming back for more punishment. 

The notion that you were perhaps a masochist of the highest order had never occurred to you before, but now that there was ample evidence to support it you couldn’t exactly write the idea off entirely. 

“Yes, monsieur.” You murmur, anxiously clenching and unclenching your fingers around the hand tray you were still holding. “I’ve been good. I followed your orders precisely as you instructed.” 

Encouragingly, Neuvillette tips his head ever so slightly to the side. “You haven’t been touching yourself when I’m not there to keep an eye on you?” 

“N - no, sir. I haven’t.” 

“Good.” He seems pleased to hear that as he nudges his chair back from the desk at an angle that would allow enough room for you to join him on the other side, holding up a hand for you to come around and take. “Come here then, mon petite. Let’s check that you are telling me the truth.” 

Such an intense surge of heat rushes to your face that you feel well and truly lightheaded with it even as you skitter forward to accept his offered palm. Gloved fingers gently curl around yours in what would have otherwise been a gentlemanly, chivalrous gesture had the opposite hand not promptly lifted from his lap to snake under the flouncy material of your skirt with an unfalteringly casual motion. 

Your eyes seem to vibrate in their sockets from how intensely your pulse pounds, almost making you go cross eyed as he reaches up between your legs. The tips of his fingers find your cunt easily enough and he presses into the center seam, pulling a sticky click from the excess of arousal as pudgy lips squish under the pressure. The sound rushes straight to your pulsing loins to feed into the never fully realized excitement of being touched and doted upon, encouraging yet more copious slick out of you. It was a truly vicious cycle with no end in sight. 

 “Goodness, you’re already this excited?” Ever so slightly frowning at this discovery, Neuvillette gives his head a brief shake with an accompanying click of his tongue. “What am I to do with you, little love? Such an insatiable thing.”  

“I’m sorry,” You mewl even as your hips subconsciously nudge forward to grind against his fingers, asking for more. 

You were so desperate for release on such a bone deep level that you would have happily gotten on the ground and groveled at his feet if he’d requested it of you. Lesser men probably would have. It wasn’t hard to imagine others taking advantage of someone so naive and trusting, and someone who was as delirious with unfettered lust as you were, but that is not the sort of person monsieur Neuvillette is. 

Instead, he primly removes his hand from underneath your skirt so he can pluck the tray from your stiff fingers. You’d almost forgotten you were still holding it at all, and you numbly watch him set it aside on top of his desk before then reaching up to palm over the curve of your waist. 

“Sit in my lap, mon chou. I believe that you are telling me the truth and you have not disobeyed my orders when you are outside of the Palais, which pleases me a great deal. It demonstrates not only an ability to listen but to also learn from your past mistakes. The fact that you still cannot control this libidinous behavior of yours concerns me though. I suspect it might be time to reinforce the cautionary precept I’ve already established for you once before.” 

You almost hesitate to bid his command but under monsieur Neuvillette’s infinitely steady guidance you allow yourself to be coaxed into climbing into the chair with him. 

With a placid, unhurried motion, he reclines against the backrest to accommodate you and ensure you have enough room while you work to get settled in on top of him. It’s a somewhat awkward thing, straddling the Iudex of Fontaine in such a shameful manner, but you at last manage to find a comfortable position with your thighs bracketing his narrow hips. The urge to squirm and fidget nearly overpowers your common sense but you forcibly stamp it down as you look to him for his next instruction. 

Offering you another one of his unfalteringly kind smiles, Neuvillette brings both of his hands around to give your sides an encouraging squeeze before then dragging higher up your body. That he intentionally avoids touching you in any of the spots you would like to have him touch you brings a certain disappointment with it, but you bite down on your tongue to silence those thoughts. And when he firmly hooks his fingers into the space under your arms so he can tug you forward, you happily let him pull you in against him without complaint. 

The motion makes your cunt lift up from his lap, taking some of that delicious pressure off your soaked core, and you breathe out a terse, shaky exhale as your tits press into his chest. Your next inhale brings with it an overpowering rush of his scent straight into your buzzing head and further clouds your senses. Numbly, you lift your hands to clutch at his shoulders in a loose hold as you nuzzle your face into his soft, silken excess of hair. He smelled divine as usual. 

“Good girl.” Murmuring softly, Neuvillette dotingly pets over your head with one of his hands while the other curls down to slip under your skirt again. The brush of his finely made glove against your inner thigh makes you shudder something fierce, while the sensation of him hooking a finger into your panties so he can pull them aside positively steals the oxygen from your lungs. 

Stiff and halting, you kneel there over his lap as if you were a frozen, petrified statue, just waiting for the pin to drop. You’re so punchdrunk and feverish with need that you aren’t quite sure what to expect next but the nudge of fingertips just at your entrance quickly clues you in. 

Still showing you an infinite amount of care and gentle consideration, Neuvillette tenderly parts the seam of your body so he can dip one of those long digits into the sticky mess you’ve made. A small push, a tiny amount of carefully applied pressure, is all it takes to have that gloved finger sinuously sliding up into your cunt. Your mouth drops open as if to let out a dire scream of ecstasy yet all that materializes is a wounded little animal sound as you bask in the friction as much as the stretch. Your pussy doesn’t even try to fight it, so wet and puffy after only a short few weeks of endless edging that it now welcomes the intrusion with nothing short of delight. 

That alone would have likely been enough to satisfy you for the foreseeable future but after giving his digit a perfunctory wiggle to test the give of your inner sleeve, Neuvillette slowly slides a second finger in to join the first. The internal pressure instantly swells to new dizzying heights that leave you groaning a gutted sound into the elegant bend of his neck, gasping for breath. 

“Ooohhh! Monsieur …!”

Shushing you, the Chief Justice turns his face to place a lingering kiss to the side of your head before speaking in the solemn tone he usually reserved for meting out judgements in the court. “Quiet now, little one. You don’t want to alert anyone who might be outside my door of the punishment you’re being made to endure, do you?” 

“N - … no, sir. I don’t.” 

“As I thought.” Nodding once, he slowly trails the hand resting across your back further down to nudge at your hip. “Sit down on my fingers then, and do not even think to indulge yourself in grinding on them. That’s it now, slowly. Just like that.” 

Shuddering, you gingerly settle into place with his digits wedged deep inside your body. The motion forces your cunt to stretch around them and take him in even further until it feels like he’s just short of tickling your cervix. The already blinding pressure seems to double and then triple, and you sway unsteadily there on his lap with a low, gutted moan of wanting. 

“There.” He coos, rewarding you for your compliance with a brief squeeze around the waist. “Such a good girl you are. And are you comfortable? Ah, I suppose that might be a silly question to ask, isn’t it? No matter. All you need to do is quietly sit there while I enjoy my coffee and read over a few documents, and then you’ll be free to go about your day. Simple, isn’t it?” 

That was certainly easy for him to say but you couldn’t claim to be in agreement with the sentiment. In fact, you couldn’t say much of anything at all. 

You were so overwhelmed by the blinding sensation of being impaled on his fingers that it was a struggle just to think straight, let alone speak, and that was to say nothing of the intense pulse making your cunt spasm around the intrusion. It’s as if your body was trying to instinctively milk him of every last drop and you couldn’t make it stop. You were going to cum. 

Archons help you, you were going to cum and there wasn’t a single thing you could do to prevent it from happening. 

“Nnnghn, m - monsieur Neuvillette, I - I —“

“This is only a friendly word of advice, mon petite, but I suggest you learn to control yourself quickly.” He warns in an idle tone as he reaches across the desk for his cup. “I don’t think you’ll be very happy with the next manner of discipline I have to enforce if even this is not enough to make you understand.” 

Screwing your eyes shut, you gnash your teeth and desperately try to will your body to relax around his fingers instead of tensing up around them. It’s an effort in futility and one you don’t think you’ll win after weeks of denial, but with a dull, hollow throb your body reluctantly starts to cooperate. It’s an incredibly difficult thing to do when you were already teetering so close to the edge that you could all but taste release on your tongue, but you somehow manage to reach a purgatorial state wherein you find yourself simply hanging in the balance. 

It doesn’t come without a cost though. 

Feeling simultaneously drained and incredibly euphoric at the same time, you bonelessly sag against the front of him. Your cheek finds his shoulder, staring off into the far distance without actually seeing anything at all, and he noises a soft sound of approval when you go still again. The vibration seems to rattle through his chest and right into you where you’re pressed up against him, the resulting vibration making you whimper in high strung distress. This was somehow even more harrowingly tortuous than your usual sessions with the Iudex. 

After only a few clandestine meetings in his office he’d become so familiar with your body and its tells that he could easily recognize when you were getting close and remove the source of your pleasure before you tipped over into the awaiting abyss on the other side. The current situation was ten times more precarious though, because it put the responsibility of stopping yourself from cumming squarely on your own shoulders and there was no escaping the constant pressure pushing in on your guts. It felt like you were going to devolve into a wild fit of spasms at any second if you let your mind focus back in on your body and what it was feeling for even a moment. 

What manages to register as being even worse is the inherent humiliation that comes with being made to warm his fingers like this. Not only were you forced to deny the natural urge to grind and rut onto them, which was degrading enough on its own, but the fact that you weren’t even permitted to suffer this indignity on his cock further highlights your position here. Monsieur Neuvillette wasn’t doing this for his own gain or satisfaction, nor was he even really doing it for yours. He remains as nonchalant and even disinterested about what’s happening as he seemed to expect you to be, and you wonder how he as a man can be so unaffected by this even as your aching cunt continues to gush around him. 

You’re so wet it seems to border on obscene. Even through the barrier of his glove you’re certain he must be able to feel it too, but he maintains his implacable facade as he drinks from his coffee as if it were any other afternoon at the Palais. And for him it likely was, your presence on his lap not nearly enough to distract the always composed and collected Chief Justice from his duties. A lesser man would have broken by now, given into carnal urges and the chance opportunity you presented to lay you out on top of his desk and have his way with you. At this point you weren’t so sure you would have even feigned to protest it. 

You wanted him. Wanted to cum screaming his name while he laid claim to your perfectly willing body with his cock stuffed deep inside your — 

A violent shudder suddenly assaults you in a rush, and you whimper low in your throat as you deliriously try to reign your control back in. The involuntary throbbing deep within your cunt starts up again, mirroring the frantic pounding of your heart while your hips weakly twitch with the onset of an orgasm you hopelessly try to stop. 

It’s no use though. You’re wound too tight, stretched too thin over weeks of denial, and your pussy clenches so tight it actually hurts. Sucking in a sharp, horrified gasp, you desperately fist your shaking hands into his robes and clutch at him as you’re wracked by an abrupt onslaught of spasms that seem to rock you straight down to your very soul. The only thing that stops you from relishing in it and crying out your pleasure for the whole Palais to hear is the sinking, suffocating dread that comes with the knowledge that you’ve gone against monsieur Neuvillette’s wishes and disobeyed him. 

You were going to be punished for it, of that you were sure. 

Even that knowledge is not enough to cut your orgasm short though, and you tremble wildly through the roiling waves of ecstasy that just keep crashing into you, again and again. You’d been so pent up that it stretches well past the point of discomfort until you finally collapse against him an eternity later, your hips still bucking in a weak attempt to drain his fingers of something they simply didn’t have to give. But it’s an instinctual drive that makes you try, and it isn’t until his free hand comes down to take bruising hold of your waist and physically stop you from moving do you finally give up with a frazzled sound of defeat. 

Slumped against him while you take stuttering mouthfuls of wet, gasping breaths, you dazedly try to reorient yourself to no avail. It felt like the room was spinning, everything impermanent and intangible save the unyielding man underneath you. Truly, monsieur Neuvillette was the only thing that seemed at all real anymore and you blindly cling to him when he brings his hand up to lift your face from his shoulder. 

“Oh, mon petite,” He sighs, sounding disappointed and rueful in equal measure. “You didn’t even last ten whole minutes. I’ve really no idea what to do with you.” 

“I - I - I’m ss - sorry, monsieur.” 

Softly clicking his tongue, he nudges your chin a little higher with the finger he’s got curled underneath. You feel him lean in close then, and your lower lip sadly warbles at the thoughts of punishments and scoldings that dance through your cotton stuffed head, supplying an endless list of possible retributions you might be made to endure next. 

But all you feel is the sudden, damp swipe of his tongue across your cheek and you blearily crack your eyes open to glance at him. You hadn’t realized you’d started crying, though you know not how when your face was so hot and wet with tears. It was glaringly obvious now, and you shamefully try to turn your head from him but he holds fast even as his tongue flicks out to once again lap at the salty tracks coating your skin. 

This was the only thing that ever seemed to pierce through his mask of carefully held stoicism and you still didn’t understand it any more than you did at the start of all this. But the change that comes over him is undeniable, from the mere act of licking up the tears from your face in such an ungentlemanly manner to the way he covetously seems to curl himself around you, like a snake winding around its captured prey. Or … perhaps a dragon of long forgotten myth claiming it’s pilfered treasure would be more accurate. 

You’re not sure why such a strange notion should come to you but it’s an intrusive thought you haven’t been able to shake for weeks now, and you mewl softly when Neuvillette turns your face so he can get at the other cheek now. It was almost as humiliatingly dehumanizing as having his fingers still stuffed inside your cunt as if to stopper some great leak. 

That analogy was perhaps not as inaccurate as you’d prefer it to be but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. 

“Monsieur please,” You beg, vainly squirming in his too tight grasp. “I didn’t mean to do it, I - I swear I did not.” 

Rumbling a faint sound that is eerily reminiscent of a growl, Neuvillette takes one last lick at your tear stained skin before straightening up to look at you again. 

“You may not have intentionally disobeyed me, little one, but that does not change the fact that you did. Your behavior must be corrected or I would be remiss for not enforcing the rules I’ve set for you.” Pausing, he issues a quiet breath through his nose as he intently studies your face. The unexpectedly hungry glint in those lilac irises, obvious even when his dark lashes were drooping down in attractive half mast, inspires a hopeful throb low in your gut. 

Surely he wasn’t going to … he wouldn’t actually — 

“Such a lovely flower you are, even now when you’ve displeased me so. There is no need for you to tremble though, mon petite. Your punishment will not be a physical one. Mmmm … and I do believe I have something in mind that should sufficiently correct this insatiable appetite you harbor but it will take me a few days to make the necessary arrangements. Have you ever heard of the term chastity before, sweet girl?” 

Your brows draw inward to knit while you ponder through that question. “Do you mean … my virginity, monsieur?” 

“Not quite.” Chuckling, Neuvillette shifts slightly underneath you with an accompanying soft creak from the chair. “No matter. All will be explained to you in due course, when the time comes. But for right now I must think of some other way to mete out your penalty for this transgression. I’m very disappointed in you, you know.” 

“I’m sorry.” You murmur as you abashedly drop his gaze, too sheepish and embarrassed to meet his eye any longer. 

A quiet beat passes over the still office before he offers up a brief hum as if to signal his conclusion has been reached. “Let’s start with having you kneel for me. On the floor, carefully now. Do not fall.” 

Gathering all of your shuddering strength, you hesitantly manage to pry yourself away from where you were all but plastered to the front of him but he assists you every step of the way with a steady hand. Lifting your cunt up off his fingers is the most difficult part and you grimace slightly at the sticky wet slurp that results when you do, leaving behind a deep ache that begs to be filled with something much more substantial. 

You know that’s not going to happen any time soon though as you shimmy down off the chair and gratefully sink onto your knees between the spread of his feet. Keeping your hands loosely braced on the Iudex’s legs, you obediently look up to him for your next command. 

All you wanted was to be good for him and you think he must recognize that on some level because he fixes you with another kind, indulgent smile that makes your heart skip a beat. But then he offers out his hand to you, the one you’d been sitting on for the last some odd minutes, and a gasp promptly rattles in your chest when you look to find the dark leather coated in a sticky film of arousal. There was something of a thicker consistency clinging to his fingers as well, white and creamy, which you innately recognize as being the end result of your unearned orgasm. 

Deeply ashamed to have the evidence of your failure shown to you, your gaze nervously travels back up towards his face again. ”Monsieur?” 

“Do not look so sad, little one. It is your mess so it’s only right to make you clean it up, no?” Tipping his head to one side, Neuvillette coaxingly nudges his soiled fingers towards you. “Go on. Lick them clean for me and taste yourself on my glove, pet.” 

Jittery uncertainty grabs you in a chokehold as you snap your attention back to his hand. You weren’t quite sure about this when the very notion of doing such a thing was so foreign to you. Of course you’d heard whispers of people talking about putting their mouths on their lover or vice versa, but you hadn’t thought you’d ever be presented with an opportunity to find out what your own arousal tastes like. You'd certainly never thought to do it yourself. 

Even more disconcerting though is the hard note of command in monsieur Neuvillette’s voice when he’d issued the order. You were unaccustomed to him speaking to you like that but, you try to reason, this was supposed to be a punishment. And you certainly didn’t want to displease him any further than you already had … 

So you timidly lean forward, bending your head over his lap in a way that makes you feel hot and bothered again, your pussy distantly clenching around nothing. Your mouth opens just enough to allow your tongue to slip out and you take a shy little kitten lick at the tip of his longest middle digit. The faintly salty, bitter taste of your own cunt instantly swarms your tastebuds, unfamiliar to you yet not entirely disagreeable. It’s a unique flavor, particularly when paired with the leather of his glove, and you issue a quiet, faltering mewl as you somewhat reluctantly close your lips around his finger down to the first joint.  “That’s it, little love.” He breathes out from somewhere seemingly far above you, an almost imperceptible tremor in his voice now. “Make sure you get them nice and clean for me. In just a few days time I’m going to take away your freedom to even think about touching yourself so savor it while you still can. I will have you under control soon enough, sweet girl. That I can promise you.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[scam-alerts]

🚨Scammer Alert🚨 + 🔎Scam Exam(ination)🔍

Seen as: We can help you recover your <thing> Scam Type: Recovery scam

Description of this scam and how it works:

Recovery scams target people who have already fallen for a scam. The scammer may contact you, or may advertise their services online. They will usually either offer to help you recover your funds, or will tell you that your funds have already been recovered and they will help you access them. In cases where they say they will help you recover your funds, they usually call themselves either "recovery agents" or "hackers". When they tell you that your funds have already been recovered, they may impersonate a law enforcement, a government official, a lawyer, or anyone else along those lines. Recovery scams are simply advance-fee scams that are specifically targeted at scam victims. When a victim pays a recovery scammer, the scammer will keep stringing them along while asking for increasingly absurd fees/expenses/deposits/insurance/whatever until the victim stops paying. If you have been scammed in the past, make sure you are aware of recovery scams so that you are not scammed a second time. If you are currently engaging with a recovery scammer, you should block them and be very wary of random contact for some time. It's normal for posters on r/scams to be contacted by recovery scammers after posting, and they often ask you to delete your post so that you both cannot receive legitimate advice, and cannot be targeted by other recovery scammers. Remember: Never take advice in private. If someone reaches you in private after posting your scam story, it is because a scammer will always try to hide from the oversight of our community members. A legitimate community member will offer advice in the open, for everyone to see. Anyone suggesting you should reach out to a hacker is scamming you.

source: reddit

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Example account shown running this scam: cyberhelp911 (there's probably other recovery scammers out there, this is just the most obvious and out there one that I saw)

Reason this account is a scam:

I really don't need to explain it... Just look at these pictures:

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Important things to always remember:

If you ever get an alert that there's issues going on with your account, saying that you were locked out, hacked, or you have money/photos/crypto missing, ect. The first thing you should do is contact support through the official website that you signed up on and nothing else.

Do not click on any links you may receive via text message telling you that there has been an issue with your account and that you need to 'click/go here' to fix it. (especially if it looks suspicious like a bit.ly or short url)

Do not click on any links in a e-mail that are telling you that there's been an issue with you an account and to 'go here' to fix it. (unless you are 150% sure that it is from the official website.)

Do not share your one time pass codes with anyone no matter who they are. Even your bank will never ask you for this. (If someone calls and they do, they are a scammer. Hang up and call your bank immediately.)

Do not seek help from strangers claiming to be able to fix your issues for free or 'for a small fee. Anyone promising they can fix your issue 'no problem' is lying to you. Do not give them your account information, your irl information, passwords, ect. They are scammers. (why would you do this anyway? They're strangers. Have common sense!)

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Final thoughts:

Only trust the help desks on the websites you sign up on to help you fix your issue. If you were contacted by someone and they ended up hacking/scamming you, make sure you take screenshots. Document everything. Any evidence is good evidence to help you prove you are who you are to get your account back.

Don't trust strangers on the internet to 'magically' fix your problems just because they claim they can do it. You wouldn't let your uncle who boasts 'he's worked on a car or two in his time' (and by that he means changed a tire) tear out your engine and replace the heating system.

You'd take your car to the mechanic. To the people you trust.

Your accounts should be no different. :)

Other helpful guides on spotting scams. (by @kyra45)

Current list of documented scammers: Part 1 and Part 2

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Disclaimer: This post is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: why this person is a scammer, and to provide more information about the scam they are running. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Only report posts related to asks, comments, or messages if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

[stxrr-strxckk]

Anything fluff with quackity and fem reader 👀

A/N: first request! Hope you like this fic <3 Remember to like, follow, and reblog!

Clip it, chat!

(Quackity x fem!reader fluff)

synopsis: Alex decides to invite his girlfriend on stream, chat gets a little carried away.

Any warnings?: really crappy writing (not proofread) and even crappier spanish I'm sorry 😭 I don't know anything other the basics but I'm trying trust 🙏

What's on the record player?: Out of my league; Fitz and the Tantrums

"Hey, we're going live soon. You ready?"

I glanced up from my phone and smiled at Alex, my boyfriend of the past few months. Today, he was finally going to introduce me to his fans. "Yeah, let's do this!"

He grinned at me, turning to his computer and quickly opening twitch, readying his webcam. "Just say the word and we'll start, mi amor."

I straightened in my chair and smoothed the creases out of my shirt. It may have seemed stupid to care this much what random strangers on the internet thought, but it was serious to me.

Alex seemed to notice my nervous demeanor, and he placed a comforting hand on my knee.

"Hey, don't be nervous! They're gonna love you, princesa."

I nodded anxiously, trying my hardest to not be too nervous.

As the stream started, I watched dumbfounded as messages poured in from chat. He'd only started streaming a few moments ago and there were already thousands watching us.

"Hey everyone, I'm streaming today because there's someone very important I want to introduce to you all."

Alex grabbed my hand under the table, giving me a soft smile.

"This," he gestures to me, draping an arm over my shoulders, "is my girlfriend. Say hi, girlfriend!"

"Hi, girlfriend." I replied, stifling a giggle. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Nevermind, I'm taking you off this stream. Say bye, girlfriend!"

He pretended to push me out of frame, and I swatted his hands away as chats filled Alex's second monitor asking him to let me stay.

"What do we think, chat? Should she stay?" he asked, giving up on pushing me to instead read chat.

"Let me stay!" I add, laughing awkwardly. Alex turned back to me, smiling.

"Okay, we'll let her stay. For now." he added the last part, laughing. "Anyways chat, today we're going to be playing some roblox!"

"Ooh, can we play dress to impress?" I asked, giggling.

"We'll see, princesa."

The stream went on without a hitch, and by the end chat had already created a ship name for us.

"Okay, that's gonna be it for today. I'll probably stream sometime next week, and maybe we'll have our special guest come back again." Alex gave me a cheeky grin. "What do you say, mi amor?~"

"I don't know..." I pretended to be unsure, smiling lightly.

"Please? For me?" he asked, making puppy dog eyes.

"I'll think about it." I replied with a small smile.

Alex grinned, and I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he looked. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes lit up and grinned wider than ever.

Chat was wizzing by faster than ever, mostly messages about how cute we were as a couple.

"Chat, you need to clip this."

We ended stream soon after (much to the dismay of fans), and Alex looked over at me, smiling.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm glad they liked me."

"I told you they would," he hummed. "how could they not? You're perfect, mi amor."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I smiled. "I love you, Alex."

"Yo quiero comer culo." he replied, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"So, do you think you'll let me back on stream anytime soon?" I asked.

"Of course, princesa."

a/n: first oneshot done! Please heart, follow, and reblog if you enjoyed loves <3

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[fightingalgth8rs]

I know this happened like two weeks ago or something, but can someone please explain to ingrav that the reason its okay for David to call himself an "old whore" and for his wife to call him a "pimp", but its not okay for her or other people to call him a "gigolo" is because 1: that is David talking about himself. Like, I call myself a slut for celebrities all the time. The reason its okay is because I'm making a joke about myself, and I'm not saying anything negative about the celebrities I'm referring to. 2: Imagine your best friend in the whole world, who you've known for years on end, who you have a very similar humor to, imagine they call you a "pimp". It's fine because its your friend and you trust them. You know they don't actually think you are a pimp.

...

Now imagine a random stranger on the internet, that has made multiple negative remarks about your wife and family, has shipped you with your costar, which would normally be fine if they didn't push the fuck out of Georgia and Anna being abusive, and just overall being women haters in general, has made the go-to hashtag when referring to you a "gigolo".

Like, if my friend were to call me a slut, I'd laugh and probably agree. If a random stranger on the internet, who I didn't know at all, were to call me a slut and make it the top hashtag they used when tagging me...yes that would be problematic.

See the difference?

YES THANK YOU SIR (gn)!!!! SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE DUMMIES IN THE BACK.

that's actually the problem with these people. They think they are entitled to him and every aspect of his personal life to an almost weirdly creepy extent where they think that they have the same status and entitlement in this person's life as their closest friends and family.

Personally I think the first and foremost rule of media literacy should be that when saying something on the internet, one must be profoundly aware of the impact of ones words because they are now capable of reaching more people and therefore have more capacity to cause harm. And number 2: always stop to think "would I like it if someone else called me this thing".

Also if she wants to have a cute nickname for someone she could have gone for a more respectable alternative. Nothing about this tag is cute or endearing or even funny. I don't understand how her mind works. I suppose she saw him one day and went "wow what a kind talented person. I think I'll call him.......a slut. yes that would be most appropriate."

[tresmoonies]

Hii! I see you're asking for headcanons/fic reqs? No pressure to do any of this of course, it's more a thing I'd wish to see more, but I'd like to see more fic moments where Jake really slows down and display the full extent of his cabbie knowledge, y'know?

He KNOWS these streets like the back of his hand. He'd probably know all the good cheap fast food joints, all the local libraries hospitable enough to provide free Internet, jobs, etc. Hospitals with friendly staff that won't scam you. Chatting with some random other drivers in his job to be sociable. Gathering intel from local bars!! From people he drives around pro-bono! Comics (from the little comics I've seen) has a lot of these moments— Khonshu labelled him the Embracer aspect of Moon Knight because of Jake's willingness to take in everyone, "the people no one cares about,"* make sure they're safe and well. It'd make sense for them to trust him in return and share all kinds of intel from everywhere.

When Jake meets the street-level vigilantes and works with them (thinking Daredevil, Defenders-adjacent, Elektra, Punisher) he would know exactly the right connections to turn to if there's new activity in the criminal underworld. For someone who's a PI like Jessica Jones, for someone who needs witness testimonials like Matt, these connections are absolutely golden. Jake knows them all! It's a good branching off point if they should ever interact, a good reason to keep Jake around (he's also generally witty and friendly, so that's a plus!)

Would love to hear your takes on this and of course no pressure, more like a fun discussion thing than anything, but I'd love to see more of these tiny moments where Jake's in his element (similar to how Marc's in the zone while fighting, similiar to Steven's special interest in Egyptology.)

*(Referenced here:)

HI! I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T GET TO THIS SOONER

So first of all, thank you so much for your ideas and this incredibly well thought-out headcanon <3

I’m going to admit it! I haven’t gone through all the comics yet and I don’t want to pretend that I know every single aspect of this character because that’ll definitely do more harm than good. But your explanation was so well written that I already feel comfortable and excited diving into this idea!

I’ll definitely try to incorporate more of this aspect of Jake when I’m writing headcanons or answering asks. I think it’d really bring him to life + show an interesting side of him (e.g. moonboys getting lost, Jake sighing and fronting, taking them back home safe, watching out for the other two moonboys when they’re in danger // a random stranger saying hi to Steven or Marc and they’re confused but Jake fronts and suddenly he knows everyone on the streets) where he’s a kindhearted soul that just wants to help others.

All in all, I think it’s an amazing idea! Thank you so much for bringing this to light <3

[hereliesamber]

Koi No Yukan - Romantic Dreams

(A/N: Reader is given certain descriptions. TW for bad mental health, toxic relationships and gore)

The morning came to me with a start. Blinding light, reflecting from the snowy grey skies, directly into my window. Straight into my awaiting eyes. A constant pounding, reverberating through my head. A kind reminder of last nights wine. 

I took in my surroundings, sitting up. Monica was gone. She probably left quick after I had fallen asleep. I couldn’t even remember falling asleep. But judging by the empty bottle, messy living room, and takeaway food containers, I’m sure it was heavily influenced by my excessive appetite for alcohol.

I looked around my apartment. Making a list in my head as I prepared myself for the day. 

1. New roommate

2. new plants 

3. Green paint

the last two would be a breeze, the first however posed a challenge. Monica’s story still played in my head. reminding me again of just how different the people here were. Would I potentially get a weird roommate? I definitely don’t want to live with a creep. 

I’ll just have to make sure I’m wary of any potential contenders.

I got up off my tattered, leather couch. Rubbing my eyes, and last nights eyeliner in the process. I really needed to stop falling asleep in my makeup. I’m starting to break out. I grab my knit red blanket off my carpet and throw it over the back of the couch. I make my way to my aging, kitchen. Bringing the empty bottle and food container with me. Throwing them out in their respective recycling bins.

I began my tedious morning routine. I opened up my kitchen window curtains, and poured about 7 heaping spoonfuls of coffee grounds into my coffee pot. Most people think I’m crazy and that my coffee is way to strong, personally I think it’s the perfect amount. This is the only way it tastes good, especially when i drink it black. 

I started my coffee pot, turning around and peaking into the fridge. Only to find nothing but condiments and leftovers. Maybe i should pick up some groceries while I’m out? Although carrying them back in this weather would be a nightmare. I could probably get them delivered but I doubt I could afford the delivery cost. Perhaps my new roommate will have a car. It would make both our lives easier, but that’s just wishful thinking. 

Walking home from the grocery store would have to do.

***

the harsh, cold winter breeze nipped at my face. Leaving an angry red flush in its wake. I miss the winter at home. Swinging on the porch swing, bundled up with papa and mama. My brother Luke playing in the snow with the dogs. Maybe i should text mama, let her know that I’m okay. 

Taking my frost kissed, cold hands out of my jacket pocket, I reach up on to the light post in front of me and duct tape a flyer along the front. Carful to keep the laminated paper straight. I stand back and admire my work. This was the 4th one I’d put up today and it was also my last. Hopefully people see them. Do people even use flyers anymore? I hope so, since I don’t trust Craigslist. Although who’s to say people off the street are any safer than a random stranger on the internet. Even so, this would have to do for now. I make my way towards the closest hardware store. 

I watch my feet as I walk down the side walk. My boots slouching the snow around me. I hate snow like this, wet. The snow here rarely lasted long. Always melting before you could really enjoy it. The air was wet today. My hair and eyelashes soaked from the excessive snowfall. 

I make my way through the automatic doors of the hardware store. Stomping my boots on the store provided mat, I take my scarf off and tuck it into my coat pocket. 

I look up. There’s orange and white signs hanging from every corner of ceiling in this place. I wonder whose job it is to have to hang these signs. I’m sure you’d need a pretty tall ladder. I find the paint sign, and make my way to where it directs me.

Some annoying Christmas song plays off the store’s speakers. I, unfortunately, begin to hum to the tune absentmindedly. Stuck in my own little head as I search for the right shade of green. Olive green, forest green, sea foam green. I still can’t believe how many choices there are. No matter how many times I come here.

I finally find one that calls out to me, sage green. Not to bold but just dramatic enough to be pretty. I grab 2 cans, and a large paint brush, I turn on my heel and make my way back to the front. 

“Hey there, did you find everything you needed?”An older woman greets me. Short grey hair, framing a round wrinkled face. 

“Yes, just these please.” I smiled at her, placing my things on the counter. She scans the paint cans.

”my, what a beautiful colour. What room are you painting?” She looks at me waiting for answer. 

“Um, just my kitchen. Can I get a bag please?” I reply. I keep my eyes trained on the screen facing me, trying to gage the price before I pay. I reach into my pocket and pull out a $50

”oh of course dear. Your total is $22.50” I hand her the money, grabbing my bag and waiting for her to count out my change. 

“Here you go dear. Good luck on your kitchen. Bye now.” She hands me my change of $27.05 before smiling and waving me out.

I grab my scarf and wrap it back around my neck. Making my way out into the cold again. In the 10 minutes it took me in there, about 2 inches of slush had built up on the ground outside. Great. I felt absolutely miserable. I guess the weather reflected that. 

I walked quickly down the street now, hoping to stay dry despite this gnarly, wet snow. I weaved my way in between passing pedestrians. 

Today, unlike yesterday, people actually looked happy. Couples walking hand in hand. Children window shopping with their parents. Coloured Christmas lights hanging from every window shop. I stoped in front of my favourite plant shop. Fuck, Closed. 

I turned around now, sulking. Probably even more than before. I looked down at my white boots.

If the slush like snow didn’t already ruin my mood this definitely did.

I took about 1 step before feeling my phone buzz. I sighed before grabbing my phone from the ass pocket of my jeans. 

Unknown Number 

 “Hey.”

I stared at my phone for a minute before replying. I couldn’t remember giving my number to anyone. Maybe Monica did? 

Y/N

“Hello?”

Unknown Number 

“This Y/N? I saw the flyer you posted. I’m interested in the room, unless you already filled it?”

unknown Number 

“My names Brian.”

I let out a breath of relief. It’s only a potential roommate. I smiled to my self before replying to him. 

Y/N

”Hey, it’s nice to meet you Brian. Yes the room is still available. You can come over tomorrow and look at it if you’d like?” 

I began walking away from the plant shop and towards my apartment. Trying to avoid bumping into people while typing on my phone. 

Unknown Number

”okay, just send me the address tomorrow and I’ll stop by around 1.” 

Unknown number 

“and Y/N?”

Before I could reply I crashed, hard, into somebody’s chest. I began to slip on the ice around me, almost dropping my phone in the process. I felt hands reach out to steady me. Squeezing my hips. Before I could look up, the person slipped passed me disappearing into the crowd around me. A flash of yellow fabric the only detail I managed to grasp. 

Unknown Number 

“You should watch your step.” 

[rocketbirdie]

can you elaborate on your perception of sefikura (bc i trust your opinions)

i saw a tiktok this morning and i already saw some discourse about them before but now i really wanna know for myself if it's okay to ship them or if it's one of the problematic ships that i still like because the dynamic's too good/obvious/well-written/[insert other reason here]

so far i only have some kind of "they match each other's freak" and "opposite attracts" kinda vibe from them but i'd like to dwelve more on their relationship to see what else can i gather from all the information we have from all the different games

before i do though (which might be in a while bc i'm busy) i'd like your take on everything related to those two please please please 🙏

hoping you consider it, have a nice day!

of course it's fine! though it's not my preferred taste in ship, i definitely see the appeal of sefikura. most fans of sefikura love it for the very reason that it's freaky and quote unquote problematic. and enjoying it doesn't make you a bad person, despite what some random internet strangers might try to convince you. the dubcon themes and toxic abusive relationship that are common in the ship aren't a reflection of a person's morals, it's just a juicy dynamic between two of the most iconic video game characters of all time.

you see the words "problematic" "unethical" "gross" etc. thrown around in the context of fandom and shipping. especially with ffvii where ship wars are super common. don't let it get to your head. you like what you like, and you shouldn't let others police you about what you're supposedly "allowed" to enjoy. likewise, you can't change other people's minds about their interests, nor should you think it's your responsibility to shield someone else from something that might upset them.

it's not worth stressing over, especially when it comes to something as relatively tame as sefikura. TRUST me, in some fandoms it can get so much nastier than boring old sefikura lmao. the same holds true everywhere, just ship and let ship for the sake of your sanity.

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Regarding queerbaiting: Sherlock is one of the more famous examples, and the tumblr drama surrounding it is an... interesting story that I think is worth knowing if you want to understand the queerbait allegations.

The show, made and set in the 2010s, liked to poke fun at John Watson for being a straight man shacking up with another single dude. The show's creators -- one of whom is a gay man himself -- were born in 60s, so I see these jokes as two guys who were adults during the height of AIDS and Thatcherism taking delight in the fact they're now living in a world where queerness is largely accepted and somewhat normalized. A straight guy being forced to constantly defend himself from nonchalant assumptions that the man he's living with is his gay lover is funny when he's not in any danger of being hate-crimed over it, right?

(I'm not a fan of the joke personally, but I get it.)

They really liked this stupid joke though, so they used it again and again and again, to the point that young fans started to become convinced it was hinting at something. I can't blame them: there was even a lesbian character who fell for Sherlock and explicitly compared herself to John as someone who wasn't into men and yet was just so spellbound by this one special detective boi.

It was pretty lesbophobic imo, which should have been a massive red flag as to how the showrunners really felt about queer characters...

...But where the show went from annoying to actively hostile was the mystery of how Sherlock survived his apparent death at the end of season 2. The showrunners swore up and down it was solvable... and then when the next season aired, the "solution" was "lol who cares how he did it, this is a ~*character driven story*~ and only stupid obsessed idiots would want to solve the mystery. 🤣🤣🤣"

Make no mistake, they singled out the mlm shippers specifically for mockery -- there's a group of Sherlock Holmes conspiracy theorists in the show who argue over a theory that Holmes and Moriarty staged the death together and then kissed about it. (The viewer is clearly meant to laugh at this.)

Some of the Johnlockers on tumblr refused to believe this was happening to them and doubled down and convinced themselves there was going to be an amazing Johnlock plot twist at the end of season 4. My understanding (which might be wrong, I wasn't in the fandom) is that this contingent was largely composed of naive queer teenagers who blindly trusted a handful of influential adults who insisted that the show was deep and clever and didn't hate its fans.

So I can definitely sympathize with the folks who fear Byler is just queerbait. This too is a mlm fandom made up of naive teenagers trusting the adults who swear that the secret gay plot twist is totally gonna happen this time, trust me bro it's not called Surface Things.

And, look. I think it's very sensible to be skeptical of random strangers on the internet who insist they have the answers, no matter how authoritative they might sound. Keep on doing that, folks. 👍

But I think that principle applies just as much to the "this is just like Sherlock" doomers as it does to the "anyone who thinks Byler won't happen has no media literacy" lot. Yes, it's always possible that the Duffers were queerbaiting us all along... but the way Sherlock and Stranger Things approach queerness truly is like night and day.

Huh, well, if what you say is accurate, then it sounds like the Holmes writers were just jerks overall. I can see the joke, as you explain it. I may not think it appropriate to make it a running gag, but it's good for a chuckle or two. If it was truly presented as a joke, then it would be on the fans for misinterpreting it, but I don't know enough about how it was presented to know how easy it would be for fans to make that conclusion.

To me, it only makes it more apparent that things on Stranger Things are "night and day," as you put it. Will's feelings, and Robin's, for that matter, are not treated as jokes. They're treated as dramatic, emotional parts of their individual arcs. In Will's case, his happiness is linked to his relationship with Mike, which is complicated by the fact that he doesn't think he'll get to have a romantic relationship with him, or at all really.

I prefer to think the Duffers are better than whoever was responsible for what you described. While it all remains to be seen, they deserve the benefit of the doubt, for now.

[aphidclan-clangen]

DUDEEEE, I WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH YOU SOOO BAD.......... BUT I FEEL LIKE ITS WEIRD TO ASK....

I’m not very comfortable with parasocial relationships/parasocial stuff sadly, we’re very much strangers and you don’t know me, and I certainly know very little to nothing about any of you. I’m glad you like my art! I’m always happy to see my art inspire other people and bring joy into other people’s lives, that’s amazing, but that…doesn’t mean we should be friends just because you like the select drawings and sketches that I’ve put on the internet. ESPECIALLY if you’re a minor, that’s a whole risky/dangerous ball park in itself !! I’m very uncomfortable with minors even DMing me, the relationship between fan and creator should be entirely professional at most.

There are a lot of influencers and brands out there that try to make their fans think they’re your friend, when really they’re not, and I really don’t want to be anything like that to you guys. It’s a kind of idolization and manipulation and a power dynamic that squicks me out in its entirety. There’s a lot of potential risk and danger in fan/creator relationships, and I do not want you guys to put me on a pedestal like that. Dont even consider me a “content creator,” or an idol. I love being an inspiration to people because I like the idea of bringing joy into others lives through my work, but that doesn’t mean I want you to put me on a pedestal and entrust me with your relationships and personal life. I’m not your friend, I’m not the best, I’m not even an expert at what I do, far from it. I’m just some random person who draws cats in their spare time, and you guys happen to like it, that’s all. I’m a real live person, with a name, a family, interests, flaws, mistakes, screw-ups, a personality you only see 10% of, friends, and most importantly I don’t know you. You don’t know me. No parasocial stuff please. Please stay safe out there and be careful of who and what you trust on the internet