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inkskinned · 1 year ago

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in the time loop the only way out is to leave her there but you don't ever leave her there, never in the roughly one thousand years you have been in the same day. it is probably like "50 first dates" but you haven't stooped so low as to watch "50 first dates" yet. (but who is to say what another thousand years of the same media will bring to you, maybe you will develop a new taste).

you spent about 200 of these years sulking in a bathtub or on the couch or staring at the seaside. 300 of them have been spent slowly mapping the geographical distance you can actually get before the time loop restarts. you have a list of favorite places: one library in Western Massachusetts called "The Bookmill", which has weird hours and has never raised an eyebrow to you arriving out-of-breath and panting, asking to see a specific book on a specific shelf. There is one beach without a name in North Carolina; it is an accident of geography and ownership title disputes - and it is pristine, untouched, warm and cozy. you've taken her on a lot of picnics there. Acadia National Park. One specific birdhouse in the mountains.

you were stuck in the time loop with the money you entered it with: not enough to rent a private jet. you've robbed a bank a few times, you don't like the way it ends. maybe next century you'll get the hang of it. you don't like the look on her face when you say hang on i have to stop at the bank.

you just have to leave her, and you can go back to being a person again. you took 5 years just catching a flight and sitting in the Grand Canyon. if there's one thing you regret more than anything, it's that you hadn't gotten your passport renewed before this fucking time loop. maybe you should spend some time learning forgery - but also, like, you look like an english teacher. nobody is going to be cool about you asking to see their paper printing machines.

the world is very big. that is one of the things groundhog day gets wrong. there are no consequences, so you have literally all the time (or none of the time?) in the world. in groundhog day, he does a lot of very cool things, but in reality - your muscle memory never gets better. you can't necessarily learn how to play piano or sculpt ice, because your hands never remember the practice. but hey - maybe you'll try violin next. drums. synth.

you can open any door and walk into any conversation. money isn't really an object. you can try every meal off every menu, forever. take her on helicopter tours and into every museum and on every event that is happening right-now at-this-moment. parades and funerals and calligraphy classes.

but you are somewhat trapped by the limitations of your body. if you were reading a book, you still need to get up and go back to the library and find that book again when the day resets. (thank god for the internet). it still takes like 2 hours to board a plane, and then takeoff and landing and traffic. you've gotten off to run around on the freeway. one of the little thankful things: since your brain isn't actually developing (it's a muscle too), the days thankfully don't feel shorter to you. that would be agony.

all you have to do to leave the timeloop is let that man get away with it. that's all. in every version of yourself - forever - you have stopped him.

the problem is that this experience has convinced you of the existence of the human soul. after all, how else are you forming memories? your very cells reset. information has to be transferred somehow. and if timeloops are real, you can convince yourself other magic exists. so you have two choices here: this hell, or the next. there might be a millennia where you have been worn down to the point you can accept fate's decision. this is just not one of them. ironically - she is the one thing you have left.

and besides! if you can't always find something new in your partner, aren't you failing them? there is something new about her, every day with the same morning. every brutal day with the same orange sunset.

after all, you wanted to live with her in heaven, in eternity, and, well - isn't this second-best.

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ladydelena · 4 months ago

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Eris N-SFW Alphabet

Right, so, let's just say this is after he takes the throne, K? Byeeeee.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eris truly shines in the aftercare department. You wouldn’t expect it because this male, though he loves you deeply and cares for you with the fiery depths of his soul, is just not the most openly affectionate.

He is the epitome of a cunning, courtly male in public. In front of others, he is gentle with his gestures. A guiding hand on your waist, a kiss on the back of the hand, he upkeeps his image well, but he doesn't dote on you how you sometimes wish he would.

But oh, does he make up for it in private.

In the solitude the two of you share, he is unrushed in how much he dotes on you. Shared baths after heated nights where he washes your skin, your sleepy eyes struggling to stay awake as he dries your hair with his fire-warmed hands and places kisses on your neck and shoulders…

When he is in the safety of your chambers and is free from the prying, snake-like eyes of his court, he's not acting anymore. He truly loves the care he can show you; it’s a routine he doesn't budge from.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eris is not shy about knowing the power of his appearance and he knows he was crafted and honed for the high courts. His lanky, toned figure not only lends itself to him having an elegant, powerful aura, but he also knows the pull he has with females and males alike.

But his favorite feature to use, especially on you? Well, that would be his elegant face of course.

He knows the planes of his striking face have you mesmerized. It’s his fierce, cruel, cunning, and heated eyes that send your heart into a hammering rhythm at times. The elegant pointed nose that doesn't miss a single shift in your scent; you couldn't hide anything from him if you tried. The expressive, arrogant mouth that spits words like venom at times, but leaves whispered declarations of love on your skin and trails of soft kisses down your.. ahem, let’s move on.

Eris could not pick a favorite part of you if he tried, it shifts from day to day, but two things are for certain.

First, the cunning mischief that always sets your eyes and smile alight awakens parts of his soul that has the rest of him burning bright, and second? The hidden away parts that you wouldn't think drove him mad? They do. The warm skin at the nape of your neck often covered by your hair, the insides of your ankle that he needs to press a kiss to as you bare yourself to him vulnerably, he burns for you at the slightest naughty thought of them.

You’ll often find that though he maintains composure in court, he will sometimes nuzzle the insides of your wrists with his nose or lips as a calming measure when he needs the reassurance only the scent and warmth of you can offer.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Once he's close, there's no turning back. When you’re in the moment, Eris takes ownership of you in a way that makes your thoughts fade and your body craves his dominant possessiveness.

He sees to it that you have all of Autumn in the palm of your hand. He encourages your thoughts and opinions, supports your growth and leadership as his equal, but in the bedroom? You. Are. His.

Eris owns your pleasure, and you like it.

Also, that damn arrogant smirk he wears when you take the lead in the bedroom? THe one you try to wipe from his face with your enthusiastic, ahem, ministrations? It just turns predatory as you draw him closer to the edge. Once you push him past his restraints, he’s taking over. (He likes finishing down your throat. You get off on the possessive hand on the back of your head guiding you.)

You expect nothing else from the Autumn court male that has fire in his blood and fucks like it too. You like being his personal cum dumpster, and oh boy are you in for the time of your life.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s terrified of hurting you. Or worse, being hurt by you. As arrogant and in charge as he may be at times, when it comes to you, being intimate is especially new and scary territory. He may be a professional at indulgent, carnal pleasure, but being vulnerable and opening himself up to the possibility of being betrayed? He’s working through it, and at least his heart knows that you will be there for him always.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Eris is very experienced in the way you would almost expect any courtly male of his status to be. He knows when he’s being fawned over, and he’s had a lifetime of being very indulgent in his casual pleasure. It’s almost at odds with his fine dressings and the princely air about him. He’s shamelessly suave with his words and he’s definitely unabashedly fae. He has never shied away from the animalistic, carnal quality that fae possess, but through the centuries, the one thing he has not indulged in is intimacy.

In true intimate relations, he is not experienced- by choice. That, he saves for you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This damn male, he likes you bound and submissive as he controls your pleasure, He likes you flushed with a bit of embarrassment at the way your body is presented to him, at the intimate parts you choose to bare to him. He doesn't have a favorite position, but craves anything that allows him to have you breathless and on the edge of insanity. Anything that drives your lust filled passions as you both need more and more of each other, creating a wildfire that feels like it would set the world ablaze at times, with no end to your bodies needs certain nights.

Honorable mention? Ugh, the voyeur. He likes taking you roughly as you both stand facing your dressing mirror- hand twined in your hair, the other at your throat or digging into your hip…

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

For the most part, the sight of you, the scent, the promise of indulging in you, it sets an inferno of need roaring inside him. Eris is intense. He blends sensual reassurance with straight up roughly breeding you.

But in a most unexpected turn of events, Eris can in fact be goofy at times.

He’s indulgent with his pleasure, and likes to taunt and tease. He likes when you're coy and he falls deeply for the spells you weave with your seductiveness, he likes the game of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Immaculate. There is not a stray hair out of place, this male has honed his beauty to be its own weapon, and his hair is just an extension of that. I reiterate that Eris does not shy away from his fae nature, and this is evident in the fluidity of his looks. His hair whether it's in its occasionally shorter shorn state, or grown out long, unbound and flowing, is always elegant and playing courtly games as much as he himself is. He often has it tied at the nape of his neck, or down with intricate braids and hair jewels adorning it.

Now, does the carpet match the drapes? Yes, yes indeed. He’s elegantly trimmed, short and neat down there. Eris himself is not a hairy male, but he does have a faint, teasing happy trail that you love using as a guide for kisses before…

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s surprisingly intimate with you now that you’ve both blossomed in your relationship. At first, Eris would lead with his sensual, pleasure driven demeanor, but over time he’s let some of his walls down. Now, you two share moments that have your hearts beating as one. He takes his time- is curious about you in the way your body answers to his, and about the way your soul sings at his open vulnerability as well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he’s in need and you're not around, he's not ashamed to take the edge off to be able to focus and go about his day, but often he will refrain and let anticipation build for the time he will get to share with you.

(Sometimes if he's in a wicked, snarky mood, he’s not shy with taunting you about what you missed out on, and the thought of his large, elegant hands, roughly stroking himself… goosebumps.)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The bastard. He is a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoys the thought of corrupting you (Loving and praising you as well! Don't forget the balance!) He likes sitting back lazily, almost arrogantly as you squirm in his lap. He likes whispering dirty sly things in your ear while being the picture perfect courtly gentlemale and seeing you flush.

He's had a hard life, no doubt, but he also owns the fact that he’s spoiled with entitlement. And when it comes to the bedroom? He likes the entitlement, the ownership he has over your pleasure.

His beast form. Contrary to popular belief, he does not take the nine-tailed lupine fox form of his predecessor, but instead takes the form of a red, wingless firedrake, complete with golden slitted eyes, pronged snakelike tongue, and swishing, scaled, powerful tail. He has a wicked streak when it comes to your pleasure and is known to shift partially, that tongue wringing your pleasure, talons digging into your hips, tail being plopped… waiting for you to um, well he enjoys when you have fun with his thighs in the same manor as well, so- balance.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At night when the castle seems asleep and you try to pry him from his work he’ll sigh gently, lovingly. He often makes to winnow you to your chambers, but every so often, he finds that the draw of his other favorite place calls to him, and you find that after winnowing, his fine ass ends up planted firmly on the autumn throne and after whispered taunts and teases, he’ll have you riding him shamelessly with need.

Eris is borne of the forest. And under the dappled light of the autumn trees, amongst the leaves, he looks truly fae. During picnics, and early morning walks, it is sometimes the only reprieve you two find from your busy days, and he enjoys sharing himself with you in these moments too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets riled fiercely quick when you sass him and show some teeth. He likes the taunt, he likes seeing your clever nature. He likes when you let go of your inhibitions and let your fae nature show. Frolicking in the chilled air and seducing him through the leaved-paths of the forest, his desire burns red hot.

His heart skips a beat (thought you'd never notice outwardly) when he sees how fiercely you care for the people of his court. Your love and passion fuel his fire. And that warmth in your eyes an heart that he’s been void of for so much of his life? He burns for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Using you when he’s angry. Taunts and teases? Sure. Making you blush with doting and degradation alike? When the mood suits it, yes. But taking out his anger? No.

Eris can be quick to lash out at others with a snake's tongue when angered or slighted. His words are a weapon and they cut deep. But he refuses to repeat the sins of his father against the woman he loves. You’ll often find that he distances himself from you both physically and emotionally until the fire in his veins cools if he’s had a difficult day. After being together for a while and understanding the way he acts and thinks, you now know to allow him the space to come to you, and the distance is not a reflection on his feelings for you. He’s getting better at it too, letting you in and sharing his struggles.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Don’t get me wrong, Eris, the snake, he knows how to use his tongue, and he's good (cauldron he’s good) at it too. But with you? You do things that have his eyes rolling back in his head. The sight of you kneeling and your pretty eyes locked on him? He would beg. He would bargain with the cauldron itself to have you seduce him with that pretty, bratty mouth of yours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He runs the edge between rough and sensual all the time and it drives you absolutely mad. I will shout this from the top of a roof but ERIS.IS.NOT.AFRAID.OF.BEING.FAE.

He likes pleasure and sinfully shared nights. He likes using his quick mind and trained words to make your breath hitch. He takes great pleasure in the physical form and the fire that runs in his veins? He’s passionate in the ways he pushes your body towards release, often without rest and with a seductive rough edge that blurs the lines of what's too much and what’s mind-numbing bliss.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hiking up your skirt and pushing him down to the forest floor, feeling the darkness of the wine cellars surround you as you’re winnowed in to be lewdly, lustfully taken, quickies are a risky but constant staple in your courtship. It’s the Vanserra allure that has you coming back again and again for more.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Eris. Vanserra. He risks it all. He plays games, and you? You're his favorite thing to play with.

He’s not shy about toying with you, taunting you, seeing who’ll succumb to a bluff first, and you? You match him. Almost being caught by sentries and courtiers alike, locations where someone could easily walk in and see the way he makes you lose yourself in him, being absolutely ravished out in the open forest air- he plays with risk to amplify the pleasure both of you experience.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

These autumn males know no bounds with their exploits and Eris is no exception. Eris lasts well beyond you finding pleasure once, twice, even thrice. And when you've both experienced a brief release from your need? He’s ready again, and you? Oh, you need him too.

You find nights are not often for sleeping, and mornings first light often marks when you feel exhausted and sated, and should probably clean off, eat, and pass out for a few hours before duties steal the day from both of you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly… yes.

Eris has access to the best, and most hedonistic crafters in the land, and without monetary restraint and a lustful mind, he has furniture and toys that truly define pleasure. That being said, he doesn't use them that often and prefers to indulge in your natural bodies and magic. Both of you have powers that when crafted and honed, become ‘toys’ of their own. Teasing fiery trails, warmth that fades leaving goosebumps in its wake, ropes of fire binding you, gags and blindfolds of fire that have you on edge with their risk, oh, the two of you just know how to play with each other.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is unfair in how he teases and riles you throughout the day with his words and touches; his looks and the promise in his eyes, he makes sure to see it through at night though. But if you’re playing the game during the day? If you get him achingly fervent with want and need? He's a cold hearted bastard. He’ll have you whimpering and begging, have you agreeing with whatever nasty slutty things come out of his mouth for even a hint of release. He knows how to be unfair. And he will edge you within an inch of your sanity, but then his lust takes over and well, the bags under your eyes the next day? They were well deserved with the sleepless pleasure that caused them.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His voice is sinful. Deep and smooth. You hear it in your dreams sometimes, comforting, wrapping around your very soul. And he knows how to use it in the moment too. He doesn’t stumble when he uses that cold, sensual voice to speak filthy things into your ear, doesn't hesitate to place you into a submissive mindset with his calming whispers and reassuring directions; he. Is. everything. In these moments.

When you have him baring his soul beneath you? When you hold the chance of his pleasure in your hands? He whimpers. Soft, breathy sighs and moans. He knows giving you this power over him makes him vulnerable, and you’ve made sure to reward him for it too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Eris is actually quite… quiet, and an introvert when given the time and space to relax and unwind.

Yes, he plays an ambivert, he can do what he needs to for the world to see, but the time spent with you is often the only time he has to unwind and take the mask off so to speak, and you? You’re the same. You both find pleasure in enjoying each other's quiet company. Being curled up together and just silently reading different books, doing different activities while just existing in the same space together, it’s a way you both recharge, and this brings his soul pleasure in ways he didn’t think he would have.

Sometimes when you're just laying in each other's arms recounting the day, you might be filthy gossips about what happened in court, even going so far as to reenact funny moments and make codenames for the people you deal with daily. He loves this, being able to laugh freely with you. And you love his laugh, his barking, loud, unexpected laugh that the world never hears.

(He likes roleplay and you like indulging in his naughty, naughty mind. It's great.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His very existence is naughty.

Eris is tall, lean, lanky in the way that he’s blessed with a strong, masculine frame, and well muscled without being bulky. Every part of him is seductively taunting. From his large elegant hands (that you always want wrapped around your throat) to the surprisingly hard thighs that you often find yourself placed upon… or in between…

If we're discussing endowment here, it’s not just an entire court that he's blessed with. Eris may be lean and lanky, but his most pleasurable asset? He's surprisingly… measurable in length. And well rounded enough… to have you thinking, yes. Yes yes yes, his sometimes red flags look green from this position.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate. Eris can refrain from thoughts of you when he needs to focus and attend to the court, but he gets riled at the slightest provocation. Also, he’s a bit of a cunt, but in the way that makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face and taunt him often. He can keep it together and plays the long game. Often times you find that you did not, in fact, wipe the smirk off his face, but instead it carries a edge to it, a predatory promise… Be ready. Be so ready. You often start these games with him, but Eris will be sure to see it to completion…

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep that easily. You tend to drift off fairly quickly after sharing in each other, but Eris will stay awake, stroking your skin, thinking through the day and his next moves as high lord, or he might even read for a bit. Once he’s settled in for the night though, he rests well and sleeps with you curled against his side with an arm wrapped around your figure, and lips pressed to your hair.

He doesn't trust many, and relies on fewer still, but you are his souls reprieve. You’re his pillar of strength- his constant someone he can trust through thick and thin. His soul and heart has blossomed in ways he never thought possible because of it, and a part of him that was always bound and stunted now sleeps peacefully too.

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ingravinoveritas · 9 months ago

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Oh, boy. Well, I was on a plane when I saw this, but now I'm finally at my hotel and have time to answer.

So right off the bat, I'm having a little trouble discerning the "tone" here, of both the comment and Georgia's response. I honestly can't tell if what the commenter is saying is meant positively or negatively (it kind of comes across as a backhanded compliment, or at least one that was worded badly?). But because I can't tell how the comment was meant, it also makes it difficult to tell how Georgia took it. Did she respond out of genuine annoyance, or was she not annoyed but just saw an opportunity to give a sarcastic/funny response? I have no idea, but I'd love to know what everyone else thinks.

All that said...there is certainly a lot going on with Georgia's response. We already knew that Michael had a stealth/private account on Instagram, so does this mean he's created another one? I noticed as well that Georgia cropped out the avatar of the person who left this comment, but did leave in the avatar of another commenter whose comment she posted in a story after this one (which has since been deleted). So it seems strange that she cropped one, but not the other, for some reason.

Then there's the undertones (overtones? Today is the day for tone issues, apparently...) to Georgia's response. What struck me first is that she read this comment and associated it with Michael, suggesting (on some level) that Michael is jealous of her for being married to David. This could, of course, simply be playful jealousy--which would speak to what a lot of fans seem to be embracing, that idea of Michael, David, Georgia, and AL as one big, happy, Brady Bunch of polyamory--but I have a feeling that is not actually their dynamic in reality.

This brings to my mind comments I've read from @cloud-based-and-rainpilled and others about how poly arrangements can go so far south because they quickly become about ownership and possessiveness. As I've talked about previously on my blog, Michael does not seem to be a big fan of sharing (thinking of how he got jealous/possessive toward Chris Hemsworth when he and David were on Graham Norton in 2019). So if there is jealousy on Michael's part, I can't help wondering if it's because Georgia gets to be with David in the public way that Michael wishes he could be.

(Also I would really like to know what the hell the rationale was for Georgia using "Nessun Dorma" as the song in this Insta story. So many questions...)

Whatever the case may be, the implications are definitely implicating, in some way and on some level. I would love for my followers to weigh in to see if anyone else has made sense of this, though. Thanks for writing in! x

#moriarty-sisters #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #subtext that is rapidly becoming a text #also for her to post this now that we've seen ep. 3 of The Way #choices #curiouser and curiouser #i may be reading too much into things of course #but i will leave it to my followers to make up their own minds #discourse

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eclecticmiasma · 1 year ago

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Down Comes the Claw Ch. 1 (Raphael x GN!Reader)

Doomed, detected, and caught.

SFW (For now)

[Warnings/tags: gn!reader, not much in this chapter for warnings just general Raphael scariness, noncon/dubcon, ownership, imprisonment]

[Ch. 2]

Artist credit: @wrroniec on twitter

The Archivist’s curiosity isn’t well hidden underneath his thin veil of distrust. A mortal, alone, simply wandering the halls of one of the Hells’ most powerful Cambions because they wanted to...peruse his private collection of artifacts? Even a troll would smell treachery miles away.

Were it any other being, the Archivist would have had you sent screaming to holding cells until the master of the house could decide what plane of torment to shuttle you to next, but Korilla had been rather forceful in her instructions not to intervene.

“He’s got a plan for this one,” She’d grinned, the gleam in her dark eyes devilish in its own right, “Let them play while they can.”

Your lips are split from worrying them between your teeth. As if the Hells aren’t hot enough, the Archivist’s gaze has you sweating buckets. He alone could rip your throat to shreds with those fangs the minute your presence has been deemed unsavory, you’re sure of it. As a gleaming ruby locket catches your eye, you try to regard it coolly. You are nothing more than a purveyor of incredibly rare goods, and not at all trying to make your way toward the glittering contract sat front and center of Raphael’s trophy room. The phrase is a mantra you desperately wish to believe.

“Worn by Lumi, a cleric beholden to twilight…” Gods, is your voice trembling? You repeat the name again as if you’re trying to search your vast religious knowledge for the origin of this treasure. Not a single snippet of information comes to mind. Internally, you brace for the house itself to eat you alive.

Instead, Korilla barks out for the Archivist’s attention. Something about another contract ready to be sorted. The man regards you with a final furl of his brows before turning his back to you and attending to his duties. Adrenaline floods your veins and your fingers flex with anticipation. Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, and get out.

Hope herself appears out of thin air and parrots your thoughts giddly, “Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, and get out!” before nipping out of existence once again.

You don’t give yourself another chance to think. Without a sound, you prowl towards the center of the grand room and beeline straight for the contract. This is why they agreed to send you alone- Karlach, Shadowheart, the others. Years of prowling the streets of Baldur’s Gate made you nearly undetectable when you wanted to be, so much so that you had even startled Astarion for a laugh on long boring treks. Sure, Gale and Lae’zel nearly came to brawl over the decision, but after two days of quarrels the answer was final.

It could only be you.

The contract before you almost hums with power. Anxiety gnaws at your stomach as you check it over thrice for traps. Nothing. It seems wrong, somehow. A piece of parchment that potentially dictates the fate of Faerûn itself guarded by nothing but a few words. Something tells you to leave it and run, perhaps remnants of the Emperor’s hold on your psyche. Images of your companions, the Hammer, Hope’s face quickly override your doubts and you close your eyes, prepared.

“Give me my heart’s desire,” The words fall from your lips with ease, but nagging trepidation constricts around your heart. Without a sound, the glittering sphere surrounding your contract dissolves away. Before the Archivist can sense what has occurred, before you can convince yourself to turn heel and dash away from all of this, you snatch the page and tear it in two.

Everything plunges into silence. The eternal screams of the damned beyond the gilded walls, cries and whimpers and babbling of long-gone debtors, Korilla’s nagging- all of it gone in an instant. The air around you becomes oppressive, constricting, increasing degree by degree. Ashes fall from your fingertips as the shreds of your contract disintegrate. Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, get out. You repeat it again and again in your head until your mantra is a scream, but your legs will not move.

“Fools...fools...how hard you have fought,” A familiar baritone echoes out across the empty archive accompanied by slow clapping. It can’t be, you want to shriek. Hope said he was planes away, that you had time.

“Brave, brave, but it's all been...for naught,” You can’t tell from where his voice is coming. It sounds both far and near, across the hall and right in your ears all at once. Even his footsteps, slow and commanding, don’t betray his location.

“True Souls that couldn't be bought,” He’s mocking you now, a gleeful lilt in his otherwise menacing tone. True Souls...the faces of your companions flip through your mind’s eye like pages of a tome. This isn’t how it’s all supposed to end, is it? Your lungs start to burn, unable to expand or contract to the fullest.

“Doomed...” Raphael himself is in the room now, you feel it. As he takes his sweet time sauntering up to you from behind, the magic that holds your limbs in place begins to be revealed. A holding spell, tendrils wrapped around your legs and snaked up your torso through your fingertips. It pulsates with a blinding purple glow. Sweat drips down your temples as the heat of the Hells becomes sweltering, as fear settles in your bones.

“...detected…” Gods, you will. Tyr, Mystra, Shar for Hells’ sake, you pray to every last one. Anything to bid your body run. As the screams of the damned filter back in, growing louder and louder with each step Raphael takes, it becomes devastatingly clear that not a single deity can hear you.

Raphael’s hands land on your shoulders. His fingertips, though gently splayed, might as well be digging into your skin. If you could move an inch, you would have jumped ten feet in the air. Instead you tremble like a rabbit held in the canines of a much larger beast. He leans down and aligns his lips with your ear, breath ghosting across your flesh, “...and caught.” If you could sob you would, but the fear won’t allow it. Instinct of prey that’s well and truly done for. Instead you tense, bracing for the impending pain of retribution.

“So,” the Devil muses, mile wide grin easily detected through the undercurrent of excitement in his tone, “this is the path you have chosen. Anything you and your group of sorry souls could have wanted would have been yours. Your names would have gone down in history as the heroes that saved Faerûn. Yet, you squandered it with a flick of your wrist. What do you have to say for yourself, oh fallen hero?”

Your mouth opens, but not a sound escapes. Nothing that surfaces in your reeling mind feels like it could ever be enough to reverse the tide of ruin you’ve brought upon yourself. Raphael waits patiently as you flounder. Your terror is a wine finer than any bought, and he has all of eternity to savor it.

“Please…” The pitiful, squeaking word escapes your throat more so than it coming out on purpose. Raphael chuckles darkly and moves to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, I do so love to hear you beg, little mouse. However, I think we can both agree that ‘please’ isn’t an answer. Perhaps if I tell you a story, you’ll be more inclined to...talk.”

Raphael pulls away from you and steps lithely to your front. With a snap of his fingers and a puff of flame, he transports the two of you to his dining room. Roaring flames lick the inside of the fireplace before you, silhouetting the Devil as he prepares to speak. The holding spell wraps tighter.

“You see, the Devil is a rather busy man. When I’m not gracing your merry band with my presence, I’m often attending long meetings with prospective clients, or checking up on those that have already promised me their souls. Perhaps I’m even doling out a punishment or two to a cheeky human that thinks it’s found a loophole. It’s all very important work, and requires quite a bit of cunning and concentration.”

The oppressive heat is getting to you. Raphael’s deep voice sounds like it’s ringing in your head, almost akin to the Emperor’s presence. He paces back and forth before you, gesturing his arms in theatrical movements as if performing a monologue. Each word sends your psyche farther into disarray.

“Hero,” Raphael claps loudly, bringing your attention back to him, “Since my tales seem to bore you, I’ll get straight to the point. I had a fairly important event to attend right before your flagrant disregard for our agreement. Now, imagine my surprise when right in the middle of securing a rather rare and valuable contract, I feel a...shudder, wrack my entire body.”

Glowing eyes level with yours as he leans in close. His brows are furrowed now, genuine anger contorting his features, “My skin began to feel hot, clammy. My concentration waned. Before I realized what was happening sheer ecstasy pooled in my abdomen and then-” He’s so close to you that you hear his breath catch, “It became apparent that someone was using my body.”

Your heart drops. It was the only way. The Archivist had given you access to Raphael’s bedroom with a little cunning, and the only thing standing between you and the contract was a rather familiar looking incubus. What harm could there have been in trading your body for the fate of your companions, your home? The incubus had warned you, though, in its own way. If everything it did with your form meant you would feel it on a different plane, it should have been obvious that Raphael’s form would feel it too.

“I...I didn’t-”

“I knew you would betray our agreement,” Raphael spits, lips hovering just in front of your own, “I knew that eventually I would find you here in my home, remnants of your misdeed in hand. Korilla and I machinated thousands of ways to tear you asunder, to torment you for breaking my one, most cardinal rule,” Raphael catches himself in his rage, and pulls back. He looks to the fire, light reflected in his eyes. Inhale, exhale. When his gaze meets yours again, all remnants of fury are gone.

“I was ready to kill you in an infinite number of ways. But I should have known better. The moment I met you, I knew you were...special. Of course you would throw a wrench in my plans, and do so beautifully. I almost commend you.”

As he smiles, your skin crawls. He moves in circles around you, thinking, plotting. After some time he comes to a stop, once again behind you.

“So, I propose a better solution. I’ve decided that I rather...enjoyed indulging in your body,” You swallow a protest as his chin rests in the crook of your neck, his left hand sliding down the curve of your waist and along the front of your thigh, “Form a new contract. Submit to me, and I won’t touch a hair on your companions’ heads. As much as I would love to take the place of that poor spawn’s master, I can control myself- for you.”

He squeezes your thigh and drags his lips across the straining muscles in your neck. Your sweat slicked skin sticks to his own, and you feel a deep rumble at your back as he revels in the sensation, “For all they know, the contract is still intact. I’ve captured you here,” He kisses your neck and you squirm, fighting back a gasp, “and their only option is to use the hammer,” another kiss, “or you perish.”

“No…I won't...” The answer comes as a piteous whimper. Raphael cackles against your skin, squeezes your body tight to his own, and tuts like he’s caught a naughty child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Wrong answer, little mouse.”

[Chapter 2]

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide more mature content!

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For the IPv6 map just imagine the XP default desktop picture.

Map of the Internet [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

Map of the Internet The IPv4 Space, 2006This chart shows the IP address space on a plane using a fractal mapping which preserves grouping--any consecutive string of IPs will translate to a single, compact, contiguous region on the map. Each of the 256 numbered blocks represents one 8 subnet (containing all IPs that start with that number). The upper left section shows the blocks sold directly to corporations and goverments in the 1990's before the RIRs took over allocation.

Diagram showing IP ownership:

0: Local

1-2: Unallocated

3: General Electric

4: BB&N INC

5: Unallocated

6: Army AISC

7: Unallocated

8: BB&N INC

9: IBM

10: VPNs

11: DoD Intel

12: Bell Labs

13: Xerox

14: Public data nets

15: HP

16: DEC

17: Apple

18: MIT

19: Ford

20: CSC

21: DDN-RYN

22: DISA

23: Unallocated

24: Cable TV

25: UK MoD

26: DISA

27: Unallocated

28: DSI

29-30: DISA

31: Unallocated

32: NORSK

33: DLA

34: Halliburton

35: Merit

36-37: Unallocated

38: PSI

39: Unallocated

40: Eli Lily

41: ARINIC

42: Unallocated

43: Japan INET

44: HAM Radio

45: INTEROP

46: BB&N INC

47: Bell North

48: Prudential

49-50: Unallocated

51: UK Social Security

52: duPont

55: Boeing

56: USPS

57: SITA

58-61: Asia-Pacific

62: Europe

63-76: USA & Canada (contains: UUNET, Google, Digg, Slashdot, Ebay, Craigslist, XKCD, Flickr)

77-79: Europe (unused)

80-91: Europe

92-95: Unallocated

96-99: North America

100-120: Unallocated

121-125: Asia-Pacific

126: Japan

127: Loopback

128-132: Various Registrars

133: Japan

134-172: Various Registrars

173-189: Unallocated

188: Various

189-190: Latin America & Caribbean

191-192: Various (contains Private (RFC 1918))

193-195: Europe

196: Africa

197: Unallocated

198: US & Various

199: North America

200-201: Latin America & Caribbean

202-203: Asia-Pacific

204-209: North America (contains Suicide Girls, BoingBoing)

210-211: Asia-Pacific

212-213: Europe

214-215: U.S. Department of Defense

216: North America (Contains Myspace, SomethingAwful)

217: Europe

218-222: Asia-Pacific

223: Unallocated

224-239: Multicast

240-255: Unallocated

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earthstellar · 1 year ago

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Transformers: Lost Media Post!

So, as with any long-running franchise, there are a few bits of Transformers media lost or presumed lost (might exist but has not been publicly released, is in private ownership, was never included in a final cut or broadcast copy, etc).

The Lost Media Wiki has organised some of this lost media into helpful pages, which I will link and summarise here for anyone interested! :)

The Transformers: The Movie (1986) - Missing Scenes

The movie itself obviously isn't lost, but there are scenes from the film that appeared to be fully animated but not included in the final release of the film that have never been located.

At least one scene was fully storyboarded, suggesting it made it far enough into production to possibly have been animated which may have then gone missing as it was never made available as part of any final cut or subsequent release.

[The screenshot above is taken from the YouTube video of the scene, available on the Lost Media Wiki page; The link in the paragraph above goes to the collection of Sunbow Animation storyboard archives, which includes other missing script-only or storyboarded-only sequences from the film during various stages of development.]

Some scenes/shots shown in trailers for the film were at least animated in part but never included in the final version of the film.

G1 Transformers Missing Japanese Clip Show Episodes: 戦え! 超ロボット生命体トランスフォーマー

11 unique clip show episodes in total were made for the Japanese release of G1, none of which have ever been found.

The content of the clip shows is unknown, only that they re-used animation and possibly scenes left intact from prior/other episodes (it is unclear how exactly they may have been edited or re-dubbed to make a unique clip show episode), and they have never been included on any Japanese regional DVD, VHS, or other official collections of Transformers Japanese language media.

Transformers Victory: Japanese Language Clip Show Episodes

Although the English dub versions of Transformers Victory by Omni Productions have been made available by Shout! Factory, as with the prior G1 missing clip shows, there are 6 unique Japanese broadcast only clip show episodes of this series which have been lost.

There are an additional 6 Japanese only home video/VHS episodes, five of which have been found on the Pioneer DVD releases, but one of which remains missing.

Found Missing Media: Transformers RID - Spychangers to the Rescue

This one is an example of the types of edits made to many animated shows following 9/11, in which many shows featuring anything involving explosions, city settings, planes, the Twin Towers themselves (or references to any of these things or anything similar) were heavily edited to remove any such content, with the originals never getting re-broadcast or re-released.

(Shows that could not be edited, for example shows that entirely took place in New York where backgrounds would constantly show the Twin Towers etc., were never re-aired in most cases, or only re-aired many years later/released on a direct to DVD basis.)

The reason this episode was re-dubbed is because the original plot involved a generator which would explode if impacted and release gas across the city, which may have resembled or otherwise brought to mind the large dust clouds caused by the collapse of the Twin Towers a little too closely for the broadcasters to feel comfortable leaving the original dialogue about gas and explosions intact.

It was changed in an attempt to lessen the emphasis on explosion and potential harm to the city.

The threat of explosion featured as a major concern in the episode also may have resembled the initial belief that perhaps a bomb had gone off in the Twin Towers, before most people realised it was actually a collision from a plane that caused the first visible damage to the first tower-- It took a moment for people to figure out what was actually happening on 9/11. Initial reports assumed it had been a bomb.

Much of the episode also involves the cast getting caught in traffic in and around the city, which may have resembled or evoked thoughts of the notorious difficulties in evacuating/clearing out roads during the immediate aftermath of 9/11 when everyone was, to put it lightly, fucking panicking.

I remember this all very clearly, but I'm explaining this stuff for those of you who may not have clear memories of the day or for those of you who may be from outside the USA and never saw the initial American news broadcasts which were covering all of this live.

Without this context, the edits made to this episode and why this episode was scrutinised so heavily following 9/11 may not make sense! But I hope it makes a little more sense now.

Any of these "pre-9/11 edit" episodes of pretty much any animated series are hard to find, as almost none of the original episodes are available except on personally owned taped versions, many of which are sadly poor quality owing to VHS recorder tech not being super amazing in general.

Thankfully, AnonyTF over on YouTube had a VHS recording of this episode featuring the originally broadcast English dubbed version, so everyone can enjoy it in it's originally intended state!

The Transformers (2007) - Lost IMAX Edition

The IMAX release of the film had some known alterations, edits, and alternate/new scenes added to it.

However, since Michael Bay has said he will never release these IMAX exclusive scenes or release the IMAX cut on any home media, it is safe to say that they do exist in some form, but will not be made publicly available.

Yet another reason to dislike Michael Bay, but I digress.

Conclusion: Lost Media Can Be Found!

Just because these bits and pieces are missing at the moment, doesn't mean we'll never see them, if they do still exist (or in some cases, if they ever did in the first place).

I get the feeling that with the Japanese language missing media, this might partially be a language barrier issue; It'll be harder for any English speaking only fans to find Japanese language only media, same as with trying to find any foreign language media when you don't necessarily speak that language and therefore might also be missing certain regional resources or other context that would help find it otherwise.

(Not to say there aren't Japanese fans also looking for these episodes-- There almost certainly are! But English speaking only nerds might find themselves struggling to aid in the search.)

Plus, other mecha shows were (and generally have been) more popular than Transformers in terms of Japanese broadcast TV ratings. To be fair, Japan has a very broad selection of mecha shows, all of which are pretty good! And it's not like Transformers isn't popular in Japan, it just isn't as popular as quite a few other mecha genre staples which tend to top the charts in that region.

At the time of airing, G1 Transformers had some hot competition in Japan-- It's very possible that if someone only had a couple blank tapes on hand, they may have simply chosen to record something else that they were a little more interested in. (Remember that it wasn't as easy or as cheap to record stuff back then-- Choices had to be made!)

(TakaraTomy, Hasbro's Japanese partner, seems to be very aware of the persistently strong regional competition; Remember the Transformers x Evangelion crossover they made? It's fucking great. And they knew it would have broader appeal as a crossover to Takara's local Japanese audience/figure collectors than just releasing a plain ol' repaint of Optimus Prime. There aren't many mecha shows/franchises in the west, but there sure as hell are in the Japanese media market, so competition remains pretty tough in that region.)

There may not have been as much interest/incentive for Japanese audiences to record these G1/Victory clip shows at the time of original broadcast for various reasons, or if someone did record it, they may not even realise they're sitting on a valuable piece of lost media!

It's also entirely possible that it's all floating around somewhere, and nobody's realised it yet. The original broadcasting networks might have copies in storage that nobody's had to mess with in years. And so on.

There's all kinds of reasons for media, even popular media or niche appeal media with a strong fanbase, to go missing.

But you never know; Stuff can pop up in personal collections, local media archives, library video storage, defunct websites, in broadcast network/studio storage, and all sorts of places!

So I do hope that one day, we do get to see some of the missing Japanese G1/Victory episodes. :)

And it would be cool to get a hold of any of the original movie scenes as well, if any of them were ever fully animated (or saved anywhere, if they were)!

As for the IMAX edition situation, well, that's just Bay being an asshole. At least we know that version of the film does still exist though, even if it's not available publicly! So hey, maybe one day he'll give up and let it be released in some form. Who knows. lol

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Anyway, this got way longer than I thought it would be-- Mostly because I had to contextualise 9/11 media edits to explain the whole RID episode situation, but hopefully all of that context is helpful and makes the re-dubbing of that episode make a little more sense.

If you read through all of this, thank you as always!!! :) <3

If there are any Japanese TF fans out there reading this, I'd love to hear from you, if you might have any thoughts on the Japanese missing media! :)

I have very little experience with any Japanese Transformers material out there (primarily due to language barrier and lack of access to Japanese releases, in my case), so it would be lovely to speak with fans who have a much better idea of Transformers Japanese media in general.

#lost media #RID 2001 #RID #transformers #long post #transformers g1 #g1 #maccadam #maccadams #robots in disguise #transformers victory #transformers lost media #transformers the movie #transformers 1986 #bayverse

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americanwh0resstuff · 1 year ago

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-Don’t pretend you don’t like it -

Blaine DeBeers

Blaine Debeers x reader oneshot

Thinking of making this into a full collection of oneshots

Best playlist:

Word count: 1,498

❤️‍🔥 smut with backstory

⚠️TW⚠️

Kidnapping, CNC (reader acts like they don’t like it, spoiler alert, they do), daddy kink, master kink, ownership, rough sex, vaginal sex, zombie reader…

-Don’t pretend you don’t like it-

I feel like I’ve been trapped in this bar for weeks, when really it’s probably only been a few days, not like I could tell, with the limited sunlight through the small basement windows.

The only “human” interaction I’ve had has been another poor girl named Candy, I guess it’s not her real name, but in Seattle, you can never really tell, some guy called Don E, who will correct you if you call him Donny, and of course, the one who caused all this, Blaine.

Crazy how one minute you can drunkly stumble into a hot and upcoming bar with your new roommate and the next you’re locked up in said bar, oh and now you’re a zombie. Not exactly how I pictured my first night out in the big city. I’d heard crazy rumours about supposed zombies roaming the streets of Seattle, but as a newbie in town, I guessed it was just people’s way of playing some sick joke to scare me.

I don’t have much memory of the night I got turned, only that I was ordering a round of shots for me and my new group of friends when a tall, blond guy, who claimed to be the owner or the club, told me it was on the house, we got to talking and the next thing I know I wake up on a small leather couch across from a desk, white streaks in my hair, and an uncomfortable hunger in my gut. Blaine then introduced himself, told me I was now a zombie, he claimed he didn’t mean to scratch me, it was a slip of his nails when I suddenly pulled my hand away from his grasp when my roommate told me it was time to leave.

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I supposed I didn’t have much choice, the doors have been locked ever since, I’ve tried escaping with the crowds at night, but the large bouncers would always hold me back, returning me to Blaine in his office, where he’d punish me in, well, unorthodox ways.

So here I am, nursing my old fashioned, extra hot, while Don E hammers on about his new business idea,

“Brains on planes! Think about it! We get out hyper rich clientele to choose a brain, and we fly it over to their fancy ass private islands.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to staring at my drink, slowly stirring it with the small red straw, about to take another sip when-

“Y/n, my office. Now.”

Blaine

I sighed at the sound of his voice, don’t get me wrong, he’s very attractive, his looks, his demeanour, yet I was still salty about the whole zombie thing, naturally. Still, I complied and made my way into the back room, drink in hand.

“Look, I know you can’t help it, but at least try to look happy, it’s a real downer, not to mention bad for business.” He teased, voice stern and menacing, looking me up and down as I sat in the chair across from his desk

“I’d be a bit happier if you’d let me go.” I tried my best to be assertive, even though I knew it pushed his buttons.

“You know, you should be a lot nicer to me! You’ve got a warm bed to sleep in, all the brains you can eat, and the best part… you get to spend all your time with dear, old, me.” He strung out those last few words, taking a step towards me each time.

His hand landed on my cheek, softly caressing it before firmly gripping my chin

“What to do with you… actually, I have an idea.”

He led me to his chair, pulling me down on his lap, one hand stroking my lower back before tightly gripping my waist, other hand playing with the hem of my dress. “Such a lucky girl, yet so ungrateful.” I felt his hand tangle in my hair before starkly pulling it, making me look at him. I wanted to spit back some snarky retort, but I restrained myself, I knew what was coming.

“Off, now.” He motioned towards my clothing, it wasn’t much, just my now wrinkled black party dress, worn from wearing it practically every day since I entered this god forsaken bar. I reluctantly stood up and pulled the fabric over my head, leaving me in just my lace panties.

“You really are a sight for sore eyes, Princess.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his pet-name, swiftly looking down before he could notice.

I felt his strong hands run down my shoulders, to my wrists, my hands, giving them a sweet yet firm grip before spinning me round and pushing my face down onto the hardwood desk, one hand pinning my wrists to my lower back while the other explored my bare torso, then to my thighs.

“Let me put a smile on your face.”

I whimpered as I heard the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling, and then him adjusting his tight black jeans. His hand then returned to my thighs, massaging and gripping them as he made his way from one leg to the other , then he pulled away, only to return with a harsh slap to my ass. I jerked from the shock and bit my lip to hide my moans. He wasn’t gonna break me that easy.

His fingers then found their way to the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down and letting them drop to my ankles, he then ghosted his fingers over my cunt, softly running a digit through my folds.

“Show daddy what a good girl you are.”

I felt his hard-on press against my skin before quickly slamming into me. I yelped in pain and tensed up.

“Easy baby, daddy’s got you” he feigned sympathy, holding still for just a second before starting up and a brutal pace, pulling out almost entirely before harshly entering me once again.

I could feel the skin on my lip break, the metallic taste of blood dotting my tongue as I held back my screams and moans, only stifled noises coming out. I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing how I enjoyed feeling him inside of me, how I loved when he fucked me like this, how I spent every minute of the day thinking about his cock filling my insides.

He shamelessly grunted and groaned with every thrust, throwing in curse words and whimpers of my name every time I let a cry escape.

“Come on baby, don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He moaned while pulling my head up by my hair. My mouth betrayed me, a strained “F-fuck!” Making its way out as he hit just the right spot. He released his grip making me fall back down with a thud.

“That’s it baby, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.” Pride taking over his voice. “You wanna cum for me?” I started shaking me head. “N-no no I-“ I interrupted myself with a loud moan when his free hand snaked its way down to my clit, my body going tense as I held back my orgasm.

He pulled out and I whimpered at the empty feeling.

“Oh you’re gonna cum for me princess, and I want to see your face when you do.” He turned me back around and laid me down on the desk in what felt like a millisecond before pushing his length into me once again, resuming his brutal yet intoxicating pace.

This time I made no attempt at holding back my screams, moaning with every rough movement he made.

His hands found their way to my breasts, giving them a squeeze before moving them down to my hips, grasping them so hard I was sure he’d leave bruises, which I’d later admire in the dirty bathroom mirrors.

“Shit, y/n, such a dirty whore for me, only for me…” he trailed off as he threw his head back, my walls tightening around him as my moans became higher pitched and my hand desperately grasped for something to ground me.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes and my body went limp as I finally let go, screaming his name, back arching.

A few moments later, Blaine came too, pushing my legs up to my chest as he leaned over me, sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a minute or two of catching our breath, he pulled out.

“That’s my girl.”

I panted softly, staring at the ceiling as I felt two fingers trial towards my pussy, pushing the leaking cum back in before bringing his fingers up to my lips, parting them before making me suck his digits clean.

He then pulled my face towards his, a biting and sloppy kiss landing on my lips.

He pulled up his pants and adjusted his button up shirt.

“Clean this up-“ he motioned towards his desk.

“Can’t I at least go for a smoke first?”

“Good idea, I’ll come with you- after you clean up the mess you made.”

#blaine debeers #izombie #blaine mcdonough #the scratching post #smut #Blaine Debeers smut #Blaine is an asshole #a hot asshole #Blaine Debeers x reader #Blaine McDonough smut #Blaine McDonough x reader #izombie fanfiction #oneshot #Spotify

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luxwingltd · 2 months ago

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katukavo · 7 months ago

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Private Jet

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schizochroal · 1 year ago

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In terms of pervasive , far reaching noise (I.e. more than a block or two, more than just weekend nights) almost all city noise comes from 4 sources, namely; outdoor usage of power tools (including construction equipment and lawnmowers) , overhead passing planes and helicopters, loud dogs and people using cars. The first of these is pretty obvious, and aside from common sense things like banning private ownership of lawnmowers (private, manicured lawns objectively make the world a worse place sorry) and placing restrictions on when construction can take place, is probably unavoidable to some extent. The plane issue is very simple, and many cities already restrict their airspace and I think this needs to be more widespread. Restricting loud dogs is I guess possible but idk I'm very split on that issue. Almost every other noise in a city is either the direct result of the widespread usage of private automobiles or a consequence thereof (ambulance and fire truck sirens have to be so loud so people in cars can hear them, for example)

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ourpickwickclub · 2 years ago

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No the new aircraft is still in LA since they flew back on Friday night from Nashville

Ask 2:

Yes, the new plane is still in LA with them. It’s owned by a private owner, I’m pretty sure Blake has purchased it and the ownership just hasn’t gone through online yet. It takes awhile to show up on the FAA site, sometimes a month or two after purchases.

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lynchiangf · 2 years ago

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i think iirc the taylor's versions are because she lost the rights to her masters a few years ago, or ownership was never in her old contract or something and so to get the money back from residuals she rerecorded them. which. i mean she's still a multimillion-billionare you don't need the money little ms private-plane might-singlehandedly-be-worsening-the-climate. i guess it's the ownership of your work she wants idk. i remember a mic the snare video touching on it ages ago when she first did the rereleases. but i don't care enough about babygirl to check <3 love you!!! sending you a big kiss from pippyegg also <333

ah interesting, that makes more sense!! I figured there had to be some reason for it because it looks weird to remake your own music, so I guessed there was something driving it but never heard anyone mention it. love you danny I hope you're well!! many kisses for pippy and also you of course 😚🩷

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A Hacked Video Game Account And The Dilemma It Brings

The Conversation On Hack Accounts

It is not considered civil or appropriate to talk about hacked accounts in the open. One is met with controversy and questioning when it is brought up in the first place - the method of which the account is given up and made available to the perpetrator is most highlighted, and it seems so that the occurrence is made subject to fate and the workings of time and predestination. It may also seem so that the area between the white hat hacker and its opposite, kuro-dark-black-abyssal-evil whatever you may call it, is blending with each other. Good and evil being in kahoots, primarily due to the upbringing we have had from the late 90's to today, wherein one person is good and then bad the next. So, most arguments against the situation of being hacked, is that it's no one's fault, and that it is what it is. But the reality persists that point A has switched over to point B. From what is, becomes no longer, and from accessible becomes locked. Door slammed. You can't go here anymore. The path is closed. That or, not everyone's police cybersecurity division has caught up to even wanting to take on petty cases such as a hacked video game, which video games are, in the first place, a global concern.

Video Games Are A Global Concern

The internet is a global town, yet when push comes to shove, the developers retreat to their home countries, their base of operations, for protection. This is why it is not easy to track down hackers, but that's ultimately not the concern here. The primary concern is that of ownership, and when it comes to that, the reapers will do whatever they can to deem the globalized law and legalities correct under their circumstances, and the clause of their base of operations, so that they can make the situation the right one. It always begins with an intention, a mindset, making that a positive one for the sturdy and unfazed mind. And then, it travels on, even a thousand years into the future, to the great-grandchildren and their branches, until ultimately that leaf grows and does what it is created to do, beginning from that one intention set by its initial "advent". And that intention could be as complex as planning a bombing attack, or seeing a person in a dream and gathering information from that dream, connecting it all until a path is made in the astral plane towards that specific goal and locking it in, subconsciously, into oblivion.

The thing is, most countries have astral walls built up, making them very private and secure from these attacks. It just means the value of the human beings residing in that specific country is higher than the other countries. But privacy isn't everything. Openness and opportunity, one can argue, is forever and is worth taking into account.

In this case, let's bring up a Genshin Impact account, which is leveraged heavily by its exploration and having the Traveler as your main avatar. The creation of Genshin Impact, as a game, solidifies the foundations of security against openness and opportunity that we have been building since the Y2K and even from the many years before that. So, yes, most of the world is "secure and safe" from an astral perspective, unless they aren't. A carefully crafted plan from many roots from the generations that we are connected to may exist and still come to fruition. But I am only bringing this up to connect it with hackers, who, from the root word hacking, are actually there to foil these plans in the first place and they would have done their work, even lazily, when they have secured the account that they consider is an offense to the parameters of their own security, whether from the clause of their personal values, or their work as a mercenary...to get paid.

The Lost Accounts Are In An Artificial Prison and Are Fed Once or Twice A Year

It would seem obvious that I have had my accounts hacked for me to be talking about this. I wouldn't be giving much mind to it if we were in the early 2000s, yet video games have evolved to become a catalyst to our hopes and dreams, a forefront to the democratic revolution. That, I would say, is the primary concern for it, but if it were up to me, games should remain a casual endeavor, and should not have this underlying web of black markets and social statuses that are tied into it. I am talking, specifically, of course about games with elements of virtual money-earning and trading involved when creating the account. These are often free-to-play games with micro-transaction or elements that hook the player to continue playing their game. And these also often include elements that are made public via an API or source code that hackers can use to trace whether the player has made "subjectively unreasonable" decisions with their accounts and smite them with the almighty hand of the Greek god Zeus. They wouldn't do this if someone is in the private, making sure they are under the clause of security and safety, wouldn't they?

The account I lost to the hacker was logged into once this year. It was at a peculiar date, which would mean that, as someone in the public eye (albeit having very little, if any, eyes looking toward my direction), they are watchful eyes that are considerate of the exchange made, whether it was through giving access to the account freely under the guise of a free "battle pass", as some kind of secret being sold. And whether or not it would be wise to write about it at this point, I have yet to know. For we are all part of the connected generations whose ancestors have plans for us that could either be foiled by other generations and their plans, or could become a destiny worth looking forward to. And it could be one where, in this current plane, all accounts are made public and the fastest hands who click first take it all for the reaping, or it could be one where all is managed accordingly, through a microchip implanted on our back-of-necks, making sure we adhere to the standards of security we are subjected to, under the banner of our birth.

Our Next Steps

It seems we are given a choice here for what to do next:

We could either make sure all of the information we submit in the Account Recovery Form is "complete" and "accurate", whatever that even means - just making sure we are who we say we are seems to be the gist of it, including OUR history, and every action we have from the day we were born up to the present time. To those that can do it, congratulations! Have an…uh…anniversary cake.

Or we can just start another journey with them from scratch, making do with the leftover pieces of the shell of the human being we have become, knowing that humans can recover and rebuild, being able to leave the past self behind and find a gleam of hope in the tragic incident that is losing four years worth of gaming, and to a similar degree, human life and the career of the human race. Also, to suffer from dyslexia and omitting words from phrases and going blank sometimes.

The third option is to ignore everything, accept whatever and whenever, and curse these corporations and their unending work, which is the nature of life anyway, and just do your own thing, all at once, without much consequence except for an occasional stub at the toe. Which, no kidding, definitely hurts.

I am not dissing video games here, and the lack of substantial support, though it seems like that's where the tone of this article is being lead to. This is all information we already know of yet have no power, but that is only in the context of the clauses of our own security. Perhaps a neighboring country and their equally valid meta-verse has something to say and act towards, accordingly, and specifically, one that I do not have the grasps for. Easy-peasy, as it seems.

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