#regularly check that your information is safe

[potionio]

So I actually took a moment to google this. AND to read the fucking article twice.

This is mostly old data braches, meaning from past incidents. This is still data, however we are talking data from god fucking knows how long ago within the past few years as well.

This is from an article by Brooke Wagner found here.

This is a database that researches have found

Davey Winder on Forbes here.

Does this mean you shouldn't be concerned? No, but you shouldn't panic.

There are ways to easily deal with things like this and I'm sure you've found this a 1000 times on articles but I'm putting it here.

Use a password manager! There's plenty of free ones available, however if you don't trust someone else, simply start storing notes on your desktop or in a notebook somewhere. And I'm horrible at this but it is safer to use different passwords on each side, I know as someone w memory issues this sucks, but it's the safer option. Even just a variation of the same one works.

Two-Factor Authentication is your best friend! Most services today actually offers this if they know what's good for them lmao. If a social media, app, game etc allows you to use it? Use it.

These are just two steps that honestly help a lot.

Now, keep in mind im no fucking IT genius, I am just a fucking stranger on the internet who don't know shit about shit. Which is even more reason for you to look into this yourself.

Read articles regarding leaks like this, and look into them, because I'm already seeing people losing their shit about this all over and nobody seems to have read more than the headlines.

Change your Tumblr password now.

Humongous data breach just happened, with loads upon loads of sites being affected. Tumblr's among those. Also on the list is Wattpad for you fanfic people out there- among many, many other places.

There's a searchable list at the bottom of the article. Highly recommend scrolling or searching through, seeing what places you may be on that have been affected, and securing all your accounts. This thing's kind of big.

If you know people on any of the sites affected, let them know about this too, and spread the article around.

[dissociativewriter]

Unnatural Affinity- Part 8

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: 2.5k

cw: angst, questioning of worth, derealization, isolation, forced imprisonment, gun/gunshot, allusions to self harm, blood, wounds, cussing

Synopsis: In your struggle for freedom, it seems a few people come to some new realizations.

author’s note: i’m sorry this took a while but i hope you like it :) i’m going to release probably a couple more parts and then i’m going to do a poll for the ending! i hope you’re excited, and please let me know your thoughts! I love reading y’all’s comments and reblogs :)

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A soft knock sounded on the door. Practiced. Measured.

Hesitant.

Muffled through the door, “Hey.” Em.

You sat up from your spot on the floor, checking the clock next to the bed. 11:30. Earlier than you’d thought they would be. How could they get the mission done in 3 hours?

“I wanted to check if you needed anything? Caleb and I are just stopping by to pick up a couple more documents we needed for the mission.” A quiet chuckle. “I didn’t realize how much information was needed this time around.”

There was a few moments of quiet, and you thought she’d left. But then her voice came again, the sound of it leaving you feeling so hollow despite the care she tried to put into it. “I don’t know if you found the snacks we left. They were in the box that the note was on top of?”

You carefully stood, making sure not to make a noise, before padding over to the box. Sure enough, it was filled with bags of chips, crackers, drinks, all the things you’d regularly kept stocked at your apartment in Linkon.

“Are you alright in there?” she asked. “I can get you anything you need.”

You only stared at the door, your resentment overflowing into a firm defiance. It wasn’t like you could get out, with the reinforced windows and heavily locked door. Still, you didn’t want to just be compliant. If this was all you could do for the moment, then so be it.

A few beats of silence.

You heard Em’s sigh through the door, long and disappointed. “You’re really not going to talk to me?”

You stiffened at that. Who was she to think you were being childish for your silence? She locked you in this godforsaken bedroom, and then expected you to, what, be grateful?

You let out a disbelieving chuckle before storming over to the door. “You bitch!” you yelled, fists slamming hard and loud. You could feel the breaking of skin, the cuts and bruises forming, the blood dripping down your wrists at the sheer force of your hits to the door. “How can you think this is the right thing to do?”

“Because it is,” Em said simply. “You needed to be safe and you weren’t going to listen to me. I did what I had to do.”

Your fists eventually stilled against the door, faltering before dropping to your sides. “Don’t you realize,” you began, voice hoarse, “that this is exactly what you hated when Caleb first came back? The loss of autonomy, the belief that someone knew how your life was better than you did?”

Em hesitated for a moment before her response came, cold and calculated. “Caleb shouldn’t have done what he did. I didn’t think so then and I don’t now. But with you, it’s different.” Em paused for a moment after hearing you scoff, but continued on anyway. “You can’t protect yourself like I can. You’re not trained like I am. You don’t even have Evol. You need to be kept safe, but you’re too stubborn to see that.”

“How am I any different from any civilian off the street?” you cried. “Why don’t you lock them up, too?”

“Because they don’t matter like you do,” Em snapped. “I don’t care about protecting all of Linkon. I don’t care what happens to anyone else. I just want to keep you safe. You’re all that matters.”

“Why?” you asked firmly. You were getting an answer out of her, something that could begin to rationalize this.

“Because I love you!” she blurted. A ragged breath, one of regret and then acceptance. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if you don’t agree.”

Another stretch of uncomfortable silence. “You’re not even sorry?” you asked, voice wavering as you stepped away from the door again.

“I have nothing to be sorry for.” Em replied shortly, any feeling suddenly gone as she returned to the emotionless, calculating tone. You heard her retreating footsteps as you fell back onto the floor, tears stinging your eyes.

Your breathing became shallow, desperate, and you could all but visualize a cartoonish anvil crushing down on your chest, knocking the breath out of you. Your hands shook as the groped at the floor for purchase, though they found none. Vision blurring and head spinning, you didn’t feel real. Were you even real in this world?

Your thoughts spiraled like a hurricane, your fast breaths seeming like the raging winds along with it. You didn’t hear the soft creak of the door or approaching footsteps, only realizing the existence of another as you were pulled in by two strong arms. Your head fell against a broad chest, and you flinched away from the sudden contact.

“Hey, sunshine, it’s okay.” A warm hand cradled the back of your head. “I’ve got you. Just breathe with me, okay?” With your head pressed to his chest, you followed the rise and fall until your breathing eventually steadied.

Your hands still shook and your tears still flowed, however, and Caleb still cradled you in his arms. He began humming softly, the vibration through his chest helping to ground you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” he began quietly. You fought the overwhelming feeling of comfort pulling you to sleep, trying to stay awake, to give them what they deserved.

But his embrace was so inviting.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.” Caleb watched as your eyes fluttered closed.

You felt yourself being lulled to sleep as you tried to decide whether his arms felt like a comforting warm blanket or an ironclad cage.

Caleb’s voice wavered slightly, shaking as he sang the last lyrics. “You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Bright sunlight hit your face. You sat up, the blanket laid over you falling from your shoulders.

The sun was high, the sky picturesque.

And here you were, trapped inside.

You checked the clock again: 12:17.

Were they gone now?

You pushed yourself off the bed, wincing slightly at the pain shooting through your hands. Moving to sit down on the floor, you stared out at the gorgeous view of Skyhaven.

Not that you really appreciated it, though.

It all served as a reminder, as if your very helplessness was staring you in the face.

None of it felt very real, it hadn’t ever since you’d landed in Linkon that day. It was like a mirage, some last bit of life your brain gave you to hold onto to instill some hope.

Something to make you feel like you were worth something, had something to live for.

Had lived an adventure.

The reality of all this world was questionable, with its surface-level appearances. It always seemed so empty, so shallow, chiefly made for someone who wasn’t you.

Your lack of belonging always kept you from feeling like you were truly living this life. Like your body was here but your mind and soul belonged to another place.

Belonged to your desk, to your books, to your pens, to your pillows, to your friends, to your family.

You never truly left them, you figured.

But now reality was crashing down around you, any semblance of normalcy crumbling at your feet. What if this really was the life you were stuck with?

This unreal experience lived in isolation and confinement.

Your hand dropped to your thigh, just under the hem of your shorts. You felt each cut and scar, now healing. Reminders.

Everything was a reminder, it seemed.

You could never truly live, you could only be reminded of what was.

Maybe you were never meant to be truly real.

The harsh flapping of wings pulled your gaze up, meeting that of a crow resting on a nearby tree.

You cocked your head. There weren’t many birds in Skyhaven, and especially not crows.

You watched the crow carefully, watching it preen its feathers, feeling remarkably seen by this little crow. It briefly flapped its wings as it moved to face you head-on, a flash of metal glinting in the sunlight as it did so.

Your brows furrowed as you stood. “…Mephisto?”

Caw.

Your breath caught. “You can hear me?” you asked. Mephisto tilted his head, continuing to stare at you. “Caw once for yes, twice for no.”

A beat of silence. Then,

Caw.

So he can hear you. Is this how you finally get out?

“I’m trapped in here,” you explained, trying to shake off how stupid you felt talking to a crow. “Can you help me get out?”

Caw.

Caw.

Caw.

Three caws? “Is… that a maybe?” you asked.

Caw.

“Okay…” you were silent for a moment. Why is it a maybe? Is it… “For me to get out, does Sylus need to help me?”

Mephisto stared at you again.

Caw.

Mephisto can’t get me out by himself, you thought. But would Sylus even help you? You don’t have a bond with him like Em does.

He doesn’t owe you anything.

But then, why would Mephisto be here with you and not Em?

Doesn’t Mephisto do what Sylus tells him to?

“Mephisto, did Sylus send you to watch over me?” your eyes searched the crow, and he almost seemed to shift nervously.

Caw.

Why would Sylus want to watch over you?

You shook your head. The reasoning doesn’t matter right now. You just need to get out.

Even if it means a few more complications.

“Can you get Sylus to come help me?”

Mephisto answered with a single caw before flying away in a mess of feathers and shining metal, disappearing into a cloud of crimson mist.

You sat back down on the edge of the bed.

It seemed there was nothing left to do but wait.

The sound of heavy footsteps brought your attention to the bedroom door. The footsteps halted, and you carefully approached.

You listened to the clank of metal, the doorknob being tried, and watched small slivers of crimson mist float through the crack of the door.

There was a few moments of silence before Sylus’s gravelly voice broke through, muffled yet firm.

“Step away from the door, little dove.”

You do as told, moving to the opposite side of the room. You strain your ears, just barely hearing the sound of what sounded like a buckle opening, something metal dragging against leather.

A gunshot makes you flinch, more than you’d like to. The door is pushed open.

Sylus stepped in, shoving a gun back in the holster on his thigh. His eyes raked over you, taking in your disheveled appearance. He halted upon seeing your bloody fists, now dried and dark crimson.

Sylus took a few more steps towards you, clearing half the distance between you in just a couple strides, but he seemed to think better of fully approaching you.

He stopped, waiting for you to fill the distance if you so wished.

This was his way of saying, it’s always your decision, you realized.

You took a few shaky steps, stopping just in front of him. You could feel the body heat radiating off of him, smell the expensive cologne he wore.

He put his hand to your face, not quite touching yet, not sure if he could, just a presence trying to provide comfort.

“Are you alright, little dove?” His thumb ghosted over the dried tear tracks.

You just barely shook your head before a sob broke through your throat, raw and desperate.

Your head dropped onto his chest, your tears soaking through the black shirt he had on underneath his leather biker’s jacket. You groped at the jacket, grabbing fistfuls of the leather for some stability, something to hold onto as you sobbed.

Sylus didn’t hesitate now. His arms came up, wrapping around you and pulling you impossibly closer.

“It’s alright, little dove,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. You won’t be trapped like that again. I promise,” he said, voice hardening ever so slightly at his vow.

“I was so scared,” you whispered. “I didn’t think I would get out, I didn’t know what to do, I thought…” you sniffled. “I thought I’d die in there, alone and afraid.”

Sylus’s arms tightened around you. “That wouldn’t happen. Not on my watch.” His hand rubbed your back and you attempted to steady your heaving breaths.

When it finally did, Sylus pulled back slightly, cradling your face in one calloused hand. “Would you like to leave now?”

You nodded, sniffling again. Sylus wiped the tears from your checks before fully releasing you. He waited for you to take the first steps, following close behind.

You examined the now desecrated door. The gunshot pierced through close to the knob, but all along the doorframe and the door itself were various locks and security devices.

“Most of it’s security technology from the Farspace Fleet and the Hunter’s Association,” he answered your unasked question. “All of it is anti-Evol, though, which I didn’t expect. That’s why it took me longer than it should have to get you out,” he explained apologetically.

“Anti-evol?” you muttered. “But why?”

“Are you… an Evolver?” Sylus asked, tilting his head.

“No,” you shook your head. “Em even brought up that I wasn’t an Evolver, so I don’t know why they would go through the trouble to do all this.” You motioned half-heartedly to the door.

Sylus sighed. “It seems they wanted to ensure that no one could get to you.” A small smile graced his lips, a teasing lilt just barely touching his tone. “However, it was no match for my tactics,” he said smugly.

You stared at him, taking in the many shades of crimson in his eyes, the depth in them. His silvery hair fell just over his eyes. He looked almost ethereal in the soft glow of the sun.

Truly, like your savior.

“Thank you, Sylus,” you said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for you.

Surprise flickered through his eyes, though it was quickly replaced by something deeper, something more reverent. “I am here to help you, little dove,” Sylus said. “Anything I have, it is yours to take freely.”

You gave a sorrowful smile, wondering just how long he would keep that mentality.

Wondering just what would happen if you were to leave.

Sylus offered you his hand, a seemingly hopeful smile plastered on his face.

“How about we go home, little dove? You can stay with me in the N109 Zone, if you like.” Something mischievous flashed in his eyes. “I’m certain you’ll enjoy it.”

“Not going to lock me up, too, I hope?” you teased as you took his hand, trying so hard to lighten the mood, to make yourself feel better about this entire situation, but two words screamed continuously in your head: too soon.

Sylus frowned slightly. “No,” he murmured, hand closing around yours. Tight enough to hold on, yet loose enough to allow you to let go. “A dove does not belong in a cage.”

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[fivewholeminutes]

How to avoid being spoiled with ST members' identities

A not so short guide for tumblr newcomers

Hello new fans and (probably) tiktok refugees! This is a guide on how to enjoy sleep token online without being spoiled and also, a guide on how not to be a twat at the same time.

It is rather long, but please give it a chance. If not for you, then for other people who do not want to be spoiled.

I was thinking about making a reminder post about it for ages and recent post from @zelink-stan02 inspired me to make it sooner!

Tumblr is one of not many places online where the chances of you getting jumpscared with the guys' faces and names are minimal. You're not completely safe here, but it's still way better than on other platforms. And a lot of users try to keep it that way.

So, the basics for people who want to avoid spoilers online!

No twitter. That is a place of no honour. No exceptions. Nothing good ever comes from ST twitter. Also i am not calling it x.

Tiktok is also not safe. But most of you probably know that.

Pinterest is a super quick way to see all their faces.

Idk about facebook, but i bet there are morons commenting with their legal names there too. Like on twitter.

Googling is very tricky. Image results will most likely show you their faces among 20 first photos and if you do google them. Well. The main search used to show the names as suggestions up here before; I'm glad to see that for now this is fixed:

BUT LO AND BEHOLD. Pictures tab gives you a treat (derogatory) of a full vessel's name RIGHT THERE:

First suggestion. They're not even trying. So yeah, googling is very tricky.

I didn't scroll further to the right, but i bet ii's name is there too. (Their names are spoiled most often, cause they're writing the songs.)

7. If you look for the lyrics, google sometimes shows vessel and ii's legal names in songwriters' credits. I haven't seen it recently, but it doesn't mean you won't see [redacted] instead of "Vessel 1" and so on in the credits. Try not to scroll too far when checking the lyrics. I think Apple music shows their names in lyics all the time, someone correct me if I'm wrong though.

FORTUNATELY,

if you want pictures, band info, older rituals' shenanigans etc. etc., we have real mvp's here on tumblr!

@sleepanonymous has it all. Including an archive of band-related stuff and also older (mostly) vessel's stuff without any names or faces revealed. Just older songs, if you're curious! Sleep Anon has a neat google drive archive too. Please check the tags and other links in their pinned post!

We also have another pillar of our community here, @thesleeptokenarchive, who shares older rituals' details, song release dates and many other important information and dates.

My dear friend @a-s-levynn created this beautiful archive with band pictures for people who want to find that very specific picture without having their faces spoiled. Behold, the Sleep Token Reference Archive (STRA). Perfect for artists, but not only!

Beautiful people @kaddyssammlung, @vulcanette and @chaosandchaos are posting cool band photos they find regularly. Others too, but these three are the most active! We're also lucky to have @hecetas here, posting their original photos of the band (and not only!)

Also, The Choir is not anonymous. The band itself shared their actual name, Espera, and the ladies are not faceless. It was their decision, band supported it, so you don't need to worry to keep them anonymous.

Last but not least! How not to be a twat in the sleep token fandom space on tumblr:

Do not tag any band-related stuff with their names or older projects' names.

Do not post photos of their faces and tag it as the band or band members.

If you want to sceam about the love you have for that one older Vessel's project, the not solo one, you can do it here: @wings-of-clay

If you are a curious being and face/names reveals don't mean much to you, you can always scream about their past projects with your closest friends in the DMs. Or ask literally anyone here if they want to talk about those things without revealing those things' names publicly. Most of us have their faces and names spoiled anyway. But trust me, you don't need to put any names for us to understand what you mean.

Not exactly a tumblr thing, but! One of the band members streams on twitch. It is an unspoken rule to NOT mention anything band-related in the chat. No "worship", no band name, other members' names, nothing. He wants to keep those things separate. You get blocked there or he stops streaming for everyone if you're too pushy.

And remember folks, digging too much into their personal lives guarantees a court case against you!

I'm not joking. There is a person who is going to face charges for being way too parasocial and stalker-y about them. Do not be like that person. This applies to all public figures, not only sleep token. But some people take anonymity as a challenge to dig even deeper for all their info.

Last, but not least! I have the names spoiled and i don't mind talking about old projects and stuff. So I'm here for you if you want to google something, but are afraid of a face reveal, or if you just wanna talk about the older stuff (tho i admit, i don't know much about previous bands/projects of all of them). However, I will not be engaging in anything related to their private lives or families and I will block you on spot if you mention anything like this to me.

[emmyspov]

A Lifetime (Gil-Galad x reader)

Summary: It seemed like it was forgotten in the lore that there were not only Elrond and Elros, but also a third sibling: you. Before Elrond became the High King’s Herald, you had already chosen your fate. Like your younger brother, you would live as an elf, serving the High King and getting a bit closer with him than imagined. Set in the time of the second season of Rings of Power.

author’s note: it’s been a looong time since i actually wrote something, so excuse this crusty-rusty excuse of work, but i just had to write something before i start my job tomorrow, especially after seeing the interview in which benjamin walker stated that he wants Gil-Galad to be kissed! i used “meldanya” for my beloved in the story - and tried my best to keep it gender-neutral :)

warnings: mentions of war and terrible times and kissing? that should be it, if not, let me know <3

word count: 743

edit is mine, all pics are from pinterest :)

You bowed as you entered Gil-Galad’s chambers: “How may I assist you today, High King?”

Ever since Elrond had been appointed Commander to lead an army to Eregion, you had found yourself almost constantly in the king’s presence, helping him not only with his speeches and council planning, but also your regular tasks. You, personally, were responsible for his well-being, ensuring he ate and drank regularly, selecting his garments for each day, and – over time – also keeping him informed on Lindon’s gossip. It led to you two being… closer with each other than expected. Which in return made the king ask for your presence in the evenings as well.

He never told you, but with the growing shadow over Middle Earth, you were the only one who could put his mind at ease. Especially when you brushed his hair – you were far gentler than any of his maids – and made him smile like no one else could.

He shook his head at your bow. How many times had he told you that you had long surpassed such formalities? With a sigh, he finally spoke, “I’ve made the decision to ride to Eregion.”

Your head shot up. “High King-“

He interrupted you, dark eyes staring into your own. “A king’s place is wherever the need is greatest.”

“You are needed here. What am I supposed to do if something happens to you?”

Yes, one could say you were worried about High King Gil-Galad, but not for the reason others might assume. Sure, he was the King of all Elves in Middle Earth, but now seemed to be the moment to admit to yourself that he had also become the king of your heart.

He smiled sadly. “Let us not part with such dark thoughts in our minds. Please, help me gather my armor and whatever else I might need for this journey.”

What was needed on a journey like the one he was about to embark on? A journey he might never return from. No. No, you couldn’t think like this. So, you did what he asked. You helped him gather his clothes and armor which made him look even more majestic and beautiful, made your way to the stables to check on his horse and even sneaked into the kitchens to provide him with his favorite treat.

The whole time, your mind was racing. Could you tell him how you felt? What exactly were you feeling? All you knew was that you were happiest when you were with him. He challenged you mentally and, at the same time, brought you a sense of peace. You longed for him whenever he was away. Yes, you were infatuated with the High King Gil-Galad.  

Which made your parting even harder. You knew that you couldn’t burden him with your feelings – not now, when everything seemed to be on the brink of darkness once more. You watched him as he spoke with his soldiers before he made his way over to you.

“It is time”, he said, taking your hand. “I truly wish you could accompany me on this ride, but I’d rather know you are safe here. Will you wait for my return?”

You couldn’t help your smile. “I’d wait a lifetime.”

“That’s quite a long time, meldanya.”

You nodded and took a step closer, placing your hand on his cheek. “For you, it’s worth it.”

You were so close. You could smell him, feel his warmth even through the suit of armor. “I think, I would really like to kiss you, High-King. May I?”

He stared at you with an open mouth, nodding slowly. He would have never though that you from all beings would feel the same for him. His thoughts scattered when your lips came in contact with his. Oh Eru, they were warm. And so soft.

Before he could process it further, you took a step back. You didn’t want to overwhelm him. But apparently, the High-King had other plans and pulled you close again, capturing your lips in another kiss. He could taste the sweetness of berries as his tongue swept over your bottom lip and and you cupped his face with both hands.

The whole world seemed to stop as you were standing at the gates of Lindon, engulfed in each other’s presence. The king was breathing hard when you finally pulled apart: “Wait for me. Please.”

You only nodded, tears forming in your eyes. You’d wait a lifetime.

[thejournallo]

Explain the basic: Shadow Work

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). if you are intrested in more method check the masterlist!

Desclaimer: Everything I will talk about is information that I got from books and sites online and even videos on YouTube. In my years of practice, I learned as much as I could out of curiosity and what works best for me. I suggest you do the same by learning as much as you can on your own (I will be here making posts teaching this kind of stuff) from multiple sources.

Shadow work in witchcraft refers to the practice of exploring and integrating the darker, often unconscious parts of oneself. This concept, which has roots in Jungian psychology, involves confronting and working through repressed emotions, fears, and desires that can influence behavior and spiritual well-being. For witches and those practicing modern paganism, shadow work is a means of personal growth, healing, and achieving a more balanced self.

What is Shadow Work?

Concept and Origins

The term "shadow" was popularized by Carl Jung, who described it as the unconscious part of the personality that contains repressed weaknesses, desires, and instincts. In witchcraft, shadow work involves delving into these hidden aspects to gain a deeper understanding of oneself and to heal from past traumas. (Do not take it as a substitution for a professional therapist.)

the Purpose is:

Self-Awareness: Gaining insight into one's unconscious motivations and behaviors.

Healing: Addressing and healing from past wounds and traumas.

Integration: Bringing the shadow into the conscious mind to achieve a more balanced and whole self.

How to Do Shadow Work in Witchcraft

Preparation

Safe Space: Create a physical and emotional space where you feel safe and comfortable. This can include an altar, candles, crystals, and other personal items.

Set Intentions: Clearly state your intentions for undertaking shadow work. This could be written in a journal or spoken aloud as part of a ritual.

Techniques

Journaling: Regularly write about your thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Focus on patterns, triggers, and recurring themes in your life.

Meditation: Practice meditation to quiet the mind and become more aware of your inner world. Guided meditations specifically for shadow work can be helpful.

Dream Analysis: Pay attention to your dreams and record them. Dreams can provide insight into the unconscious mind.

Tarot and Oracle Cards: Use tarot or oracle cards to explore your shadow. Specific spreads can help reveal hidden aspects of yourself.

Rituals: Perform rituals that focus on introspection and healing. These might involve candle work, invoking deities or spirits associated with transformation, and symbolic acts like burning written fears or burying objects representing old wounds.(Do not even think of doing this without the right preparation first!)

Mirror Work: Spend time looking at yourself in the mirror, speaking affirmations, and acknowledging both positive and negative aspects of yourself.

Integration and Healing

Acceptance: Acknowledge and accept all parts of yourself without judgment.

Self-Compassion: Practice self-compassion and forgiveness for past mistakes and behaviors.

Therapy: Consider professional therapy if needed, especially when dealing with deep traumas or difficult emotions.

Continual Practice

Shadow work is an ongoing process rather than a one-time task. Regularly revisit and update your practices to continue growing and healing.

Tips for Effective Shadow Work

Patience and Persistence: Shadow work can be challenging and emotional. Be patient with yourself and persistent in your efforts.

Support System: Have a support system in place, whether friends, family, or a community of like-minded individuals.

Self-Care: Engage in regular self-care activities to balance the intensity of shadow work.

Balance: Ensure you balance shadow work with other spiritual practices that uplift and energize you.

Shadow work in witchcraft is a profound journey of self-discovery and healing, leading to greater self-awareness and spiritual depth. By embracing both the light and shadow within, practitioners can achieve a more harmonious and integrated self.

[a-concert-just-for-me]

🆘 ATTENTION ALL TUMBLR USERS‼️‼️‼️

I hate to have to make this callout post, but I’ve turned a blind eye 👁️ to this matter for 🕰️ far too long. I can no longer 🚫 in good conscience keep this to myself ☝️ anymore You all 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 need to know this information to keep you 🫵 and your 🫵 🚸 family safe.

@for-those-who-wait, or “Austin,” is a ☢️ dangerous ⚠️ human being 👤 I don’t say that🪶 lightly. I hope that after reading 📖 this post, you 🫵 will be informed 🧠 of his transgressions 🔍 📋 and even help me at the end 🎬 by signing ✍️ my petition 🗳️ that calls for justice 🏛️👩‍⚖️ for all of Austin’s victims…😭🚔✅

I bet 🎰 there’s tons hidden 🙈 under the👇🕳️ surface, but here are all the 👮 crimes I ☝️ PERSONALLY know 🧠 of:

He writes in 10 pt 🔟 🫵 Ariel 🧜‍♀️ font as if he thinks 🧐 everyone can see 👀 that well. Inaccessible much? 🤓❓I think 💭 yes ✅

He skins 😧 sweet tart ropes 🍬🪢alive…😢 PETA 🐕‍🦺 🐩🚨 has already been informed, don’t worry 📞🆗😮‍💨

He refuses 🙅‍♀️❌ to share his tea with ants #ant racism 🐜🧋

He makes fun 🥸 of people [me 🙋‍♀️😕] who eat an excessive amount of sour cream 🥺 This is messed up because some people 👧🏻👧🏽👧 must eat 🉐 🥣 what normies might consider “too much” sour cream as part of their 👩🏾‍⚕️ doctor-prescribed 💊 2,000,000 calorie daily 📅 🔁 dairy 🐮 requirement 🥛 It’s so wild to me that he thinks this nutritional burden is 🤡 FUNNY…

He wears Crocs 🐊🩴 to public events in which he is a 🗣️🔊speaker…Absolutely unprofessional!!! 👨‍💼😵

He desecrates the 🪦 graves of cows🐄 by putting French fries 🍟on top🔝 of his burger 🍔 patties…and only TWO 2️⃣✌️of them, at that. If you’re going to be 🙄 rude, at least COMMIT! 😭

He body shames his cat 🐈‍⬛ by calling her ⚖️ fat :(

He will not invest in scissors ✂️ Instead, he uses knives 🔪🔪🔪 to cut ➗ things, which 📈 increases his chances 🎲 of a preventable injury 🤕🚑🚨ten-fold. Our 🏥 ⚕️healthcare system is overloaded as it is. Selfish‼️‼️‼️

He leaves 💎 Bejeweled 💎 running 🏃‍♂️in the background of his 💻 laptop, tricking countless people into 🤨 thinking 💭 he’s beating an 🏋️‍♂️ endurance ⏱️ world record (when he’s NOT!) ❌❌❌ He’s overtaking Dream (🙂) as the world’s 🌎 most notorious game world record FAKER!

He regularly writes 🧑‍💻 and draws ✍️ Hunter Theowlhouse in unfathomably ��� traumatic situations, which is awful 😭 on its own, but he ⚠️ ALSO ⚠️ appropriates wolf 🐺 culture 🐺‼️ by writing werewolf Hunter without 😵 consulting any members of the wolf community to ☑️ check his accuracy 🎯Just another white man🧍‍♂️appropriating a culture that’s not his 😡

[reliapet]

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[inkpot909]

How They Text the Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Bruno Brucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, and Guido Mista. Gender Neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at doing x Reader text messages! This was very fun to make, and I do plan to make more of this kind of headcanon list for the rest of Bucciarati’s team.

Warning(s): None.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno’s text messages are straight to the point and utilize proper grammar like the mother he truly is deep down.

Not the type of person to send emoji’s… ever, really. This is because he views texting as a simple tool to use when he can’t just speak to you in person or over a phone call.

However, you prefer the funnier explanation of it actually being because he’s secretly very inept at using technology (this is very much so part of it he just won’t ever say so).

In all honesty, he prefers to call you and hear the sound of your voice more than communicating over text. He’s the type to call in order to converse about whatever mundane thing is on his mind instead of sending a text.

That said, he’s definitely the type to always tell you good morning or wish you goodnight with a sweet text message.

Also, because of his job, he’s often put into long-term situations where calling isn’t exactly ideal. That’s when he’ll text the most; he just wants to check up on you regularly when he can’t be there in person do so! This became especially true after rising to the position of Capo.

His text messages may seem… bland to those unfamiliar with him.

But since you know him as well as you do, they always ring as genuine and an extension of his polite kindness.

Admittedly, it is hard to argue against the fact that his straightforward style of text often leads to misunderstandings. This is due to his sometimes unreadable tone:

Leone Abbacchio

Hardly ever texted you at the beginning.

Since the two of you started going out, he’s gotten a bit better, though. Before, he was very adamant that if he has something to say, he’ll wait when he’s face-to-face with you.

But when he eventually let it slip that he often forgets what he even wants to talk to you about, you slowly began getting him to text you more.

Arguably the best method of doing so is to get him to tell you about something he feels strongly about. Whether it’s something positive like asking him about the music he’s been listening to recently, or it’s something more devilish like bringing up subjects that really bother him.

Leone is at least very reliable.

Meaning that, although he doesn’t often start a conversation over text himself, he will respond to you reasonably quick.

Tease him by claiming it’s because he has a soft spot for you and he won’t text for an entire day (you know he loves you).

He also prefers to use proper grammar and punctuation in his texts. That said, Leone does use emojis (usually just to express disappointment) and sometimes can seem more expressive in text than he is in actual conversation.

One sweet thing he does over text is that he always sends you a message after he makes it home after a particularly dangerous mission, informing you that he’s safe. He knows you worry, and although he often puts up a front claiming it’s annoying, he truly does take note of that concern.

Abbacchio’s just not completely used to having someone like you in his life who holds a special concern for him. He is adjusting; slow and steady.

And although he forms the habit of texting you more, it’s you and only you he has the energy to do this for (outside of probably Bruno). This leads to other’s on Bucciarati’s team to text you when they want to get a hold of him:

Guido Mista

Real talkative over text, especially in the evening after he’s finished with his dinner. He’s pretty expressive and uses a decent amount of emojis.

Will plop down on his couch with an exaggerated bounce, pull out his phone, only with the purpose of talking to you and doing nothing else on the device.

The two of you actually had to work on how late you’d stay up texting one another.

Hours disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving you both extra tired the next morning. And on occasions that it was decided to take the conversation into a call… it’s easy to see why you both have slept in late more than once.

Although not as frequently as someone like Narancia, Mista will send memes every now and then. Not only that, but he always replies to the ones you send him.

He prefers to send you embarrassing or funny pictures of others in the group over memes, though. You’ve seen photos of Abbacchio and Fugo in particular that Mista could honestly use as blackmail.

This has bitten him in the butt quite a bit, though.

After discovering Mista’s been doing this, the others now send you every single unfavorable image they own of the gunslinger. Even Bruno’s sent his fair share.

And although Mista often forgets to say good morning to you through text, he always says goodnight to you.

Not only that, but Mista will text right after he’s completed with a mission. Although a bit of a goofball, he always takes work seriously, and will leave you on delivered on hours at a time depending on what he’s up to. But the minute things have calmed, he’s letting you know.

Mista will certainly ask one of his common out-of-pocket questions designed to get a conversation going via a text message.

This isn’t a bad thing per se, except for the fact that he has a bad habit of doing so at three in the morning.

Even still, they’re not the weirdest variation of texts you’ve ever received from him:

[crazy-hazy-sims]

OKAY so im not about to be petty over internet safety advice but sims community's post on the sfs thing feels like they summarized my post hello ajdhjdvkv

like read this...

Always remember that Sims 4 custom content files should only have the .package or .ts4script extensions. Never download or run .exe files, and ideally avoid automatically unpacking ZIP or RAR files directly into your Mods folder. Instead, inspect each file individually to ensure it’s safe. Always verify that you are downloading from official, creator-posted links, and avoid suspicious URLs, especially those using link shorteners. It’s also important to stay on top of security hygiene. As well as regular antivirus scans and the ModGuard mod mentioned above, consider setting up a weekly system restore point in Windows before adding new mods and back up your important files regularly. this includes Sims saves, mods, and any personal documents. If you use services like Google or Firefox, take advantage of features that scan for password breaches, enable two-factor authentication, and routinely check logged-in sessions across your accounts. Lastly, for both creators and players: be mindful and cautious. Don’t rush to download every new mod or piece of CC, take a moment to ask yourself if you actually need it. For creators, regularly monitor your files and hosting platforms to ensure nothing has been tampered with. These precautions might not guarantee 100% protection, but staying vigilant and informed will greatly reduce your risk of encountering malicious content.

HELLO???? svlhlfkbvnm

feels like they put my post through chat gpt to summarize it

okay "notthatsophie" if you cant do a simple google search to get internet safety rules and have to spoof a tumblr post....that speaks volumes about you tbh

man this is why i dont leave tumblr cause the fucking moment i leave i find my shit plagiarized like we are in highschool or something

god this is the funniest thing that happened to me dzvjcnvklm

whatever man if it gets people to be more cautious i guess

[moonlightpeddler]

Demo out on itch

(Around 12k words without code)

Life is unpredictable.

You have just been to your first party, with hope for a different, better, and more social future, but instead of waking up with a hangover, you wake up 13 months of coma later, severely ill and with no chance to build the life you wanted to live.

Confined at home, confined to the night by your medication, deprived of outside contact to keep stress away from you, and with food that tastes like iron, all you have is your loving family and the small village they have moved to during your long sleep.

The house is old, dilapidated, the neighbours unfriendly and distant, looking at you with strange eyes, whispering whenever you see them, treating you like your illness is contagious.

But why has your family never taken you to the hospital for a check-up? Since when do hospital doctors make frequent home visits, and only when their patient isn’t conscious?

What would happen if you open the curtains they tell you to keep closed?

The game is intended for a mature audience.

Blood

Violence

Self-harm (for a reason)

Murder

Assault

Brainwashing

Dysfunctional relationships

Co-dependency

Death

And many more.

Depending on the route you take, Cailean, your character, can not be said to be an innocent or good person, please make sure that you are okay with playing a non-human MC who might act accordingly.

Characters are complex, they might have dubious morals or none at all.

Mending Yesterday pairs folk believes, old elements, and lore from different media, with Vampyr lifestyle to create a modern portrayal of vampires that retains the classic feel yet gives it a more down-to-earth presentation.

You take the place of an established character and turn the tale into your very own, form the adventure and how the protagonist faces his new reality.

Will you change Cailean’s behaviour over the course of the story, develop a new personality for your new life, or will you cling to your old self despite the consequences it could have?

Will you keep to yourself and your loved ones, build something new to spend your long life, or get involved in a struggle that isn’t yours? How will others see you, who are your friends and foes? Do you stick to those who are seemingly safe, or will you place your own judgement?

The game doesn’t give you an overpowered protagonist, you aren’t the chosen one, won’t save the world or change it in any meaningful way.

You are just a 19-year-old young man being in the wrong place at the wrong time, all you can do is live your own life that, in the grand scheme of eternity, is nothing but a fleeting picture.

Taking place in a fictional village in Ireland, the game takes a step away from the Urban-Vampire trope and focuses on dynamics commonly found in, very, rural places.

While I have abstained from using phonetics to make it easier for people not familiar with the country, selected sayings and use of words have been kept to preserve the feeling.

Mending Yesterday is a story and character driven game, 2 male ROs are deeply woven into the plot and how you treat them, who you try to romance, will change the story drastically.

Being a family-person, you will have to keep an eye on your parents and brother, how you react to the changes in your life, respond to situations, and how you treat them has a direct impact on how your adventure will go.

A character and relationship focused narrative requires you to think twice about how you interact with others, pay attention not only to yourself but those you meet, decide wisely about how to treat them and with whom you want to be close with.

There are relationship-stats you can and should check regularly, for they keep track not only of your bonds but could give you valuable information, yet they won’t ever tell you clearly what they mean.

Just like in real life, people aren’t open books.

Every choice you have to make is meaningful, it either changes or determines something important; you won’t be continuously prompted to make decisions. The game doesn’t bother with flavour.

New sections will be unlocked while you play, look out for a pop-up that informs you whenever something new has been added to the menu.

The game features several self-drawn CGs players can unlock and a small something to keep track of them for you.

Prologue

Cailean Morrison, whose place you take, is a 19-year-old geriatric-psychology freshman. Calm, quiet, and slightly distant, he was never good at making connections and even worse at maintaining them. He loves his family above all else, has a good heart, and is very fond of older folks.

James Morrison, Cailean’s father, 46 years old, family lawyer. He’s a sensible, somewhat emotional person, bad at dealing with negative experiences, and generally a kind soul.

Aileen Morrison, Cailean’s mother, 44 years old, elementary school teacher. While she loves her family and students, she can be very strict and vengeful, knows how to stay calm in difficult situations, and often keeps her emotions to herself.

Alfred Morrison, Cailean’s brother, 25 years old, investment banker. Although he was wild in his youth, he’s hard-working and cunning, and while usually perceived as friendly, he has well-hidden sharp edges and a ruthless nature.

A seasoned hunter who is investigating the "cult" that is killing people. He doesn't know of you��- yet.

Desmond, your sire is looking for you.

Choices will determine which talent you are proficient in, while some increases might be obvious, others are hidden behind story-progression.

You can’t fail skill-checks, instead they will change the story depending either on which talent you are most versed in, or if you are generally lacking - and they might have an impact on how other characters feel about you.

The game is in active development. Planed additions include more visual elements, incidental music, and more. As a solo dev who does everything by himself, music and visuals are not my priority and will be included only in major updates.

[vanessagillings]

I love your art so much!!! I've also been starting to paint with gouache, and I'd love to know a little more about your process! What kind of paints do you use, do you sketch first or start with paint, do you paint in layers over several day or all at once?

Hi and thank you! I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly and apologies for length, but:

MY ART PROCESS!

Supplies: I use winsor and newton gouache and arches cold press paper blocks, usually 140 lbs (the lime green ones) and sometimes 300 lbs (the teal green ones). Even though this paper comes pre-stretched in blocks, I actually take the sheets off and stretch them myself because I've found arches' glue isn't as strong as it used to be. This is how you get watercolor paper to lay flat! I recommend youtubing some videos on how to do it -- there's a lot of great tutorials out there. Also, I use princeton brushes, and kraft paper tape and these boards to stretch my paper. (these aren't affiliate links, I just shop at blick)

A word about art supplies: these are the exact tools I use but everyone uses supplies differently and two people with the exact same supplies might get different results! A lot of it is about what works for you and what you like, so I always suggest that gouache/watercolor beginners just buy a few tubes from a couple of different paint companies and some small pieces of paper from different manufacturers to see what you like. Just changing one ingredient in the above has created massively different results for me, but maybe that'll end up being something you'd like! The first step in learning a new medium imo is to play. Just have fun!

ALSO: gouache isn't super light permanent, check your tubes for which ones hold up to sunlight. Here is winsor and newton's color chart explaining which ones will fade when exposed to sunlight -- all manufacturers will give you this. I only use the colors rated A and AA, and I still frame my pieces with UV glass just to be safe. Not all gouache is re-wettable, but winsor and newton is. I just put it in my palettes and refill my palettes if it runs low. AND SOME PAINT IS TOXIC. A lot of paints have cadmium and cobalt in them. I don't use any of the toxic colors, but if you do, make sure you don't eat while working and wash your hands thoroughly afterwards. This information is also usually available on manufacturer's websites. As more people are rejecting cadmium paint, you'll see more tubes labeled things like cadmium-free yellow. This is why. More artists should be aware that their tools can be dangerous. You don't need that many tubes of paint to begin, just a warm and cool red, warm and cool yellow, warm and cool blue, white and black. I have around 50 colors and use 20 regularly. I always mix all my colors myself, and never use straight tube paint. Most of my colors have about 5-6 different tube colors mixed together. If you use re-wettable paint a tube of paint will last you years; even as a professional I only buy new paints every 5 years or so.

Process: I ALWAYS start with a sketch first. Not everyone has to, but because I do illustration work -- where sometimes a client gets input on a drawing -- I always do a lot of preliminary work before I even begin to paint. At this point, even my personal work usually involves the exact same process:

I start with a 3" or so thumbnail that I scan (left; I traced it quickly digtally for clarity to myself here) and then either clean up digitally or print out and clean up traditionally with tracing paper (right):

Then I scan the cleaned sketch in and color rough it digitally (left, this was for a gallery show, so no one had to approve my color roughs, so it's messy!) then I transfer my sketch to my paper (with either carbon transfer paper or a light table), stretch my paper, and paint (right):

I obviously changed my mind about the color of the ribbon in the trees, ha, and made everything a lot more vibrant. The benefit again of gallery work is no pre-approval!

You are correct, I paint in a series of washes, going from lightest to darkest, where I apply the same color beneath all shapes that are the same warmth (cools under all upcoming cools, warms under all upcoming warms). I paint a piece usually in one or two days, depending on complexity. I didn't take pictures of the above painting, but here's a different painting to show you a little bit what I mean:

I painted the peach color under everything (and twice for skin tones), and the gray color of the sky under everything that would be grayish (the rocks, trees, her pants, her skirt, and coat). I do this to stop me from getting darker lines where two different colors butt up against each other, and also for color harmony. I have step by step photos of this in my process stories highlight on my instagram; also check my FAQ and tip highlights for more info on all this stuff. Most pieces take around 25-30 washes before I start adding in the details (sometimes I add in face details early though because if I mess those up it's not worth finishing the rest of the painting! 😅)

All this might seem like a lot of work (...it is) but I do it so that I can show clients previews of the final piece and so I don't have to repaint the finals. I also used to pre-test all of my washes on scrap paper like this:

I still recommend doing this if you're just beginning! But at this point I only do it when testing techniques because I know my paints really well. (the above was my test for the pine boughs in this piece)

Painting by far is the longest part of the process, so I do more work up front to not have to do it twice. Every piece takes about 6-24 hrs of actual work time to produce. Stretching watercolor paper takes about 24 hrs to dry, and because I sell most of my originals in galleries, they need to be flawless, so planning ahead is useful and in the end saves me time.

And to conclude this novel of an explanation, don't be overwhelmed by all the information I've given you! I put it here so that people at various stages of their artistic journey can maybe find something useful in it. But seriously, the first step to learning how to paint whether it's traditionally or digitally is just to have fun. Try it out, see what's working and what isn't, and then try to solve specific issues that you're struggling with. I've been doing this for a loooooong time at this point, but here's my first watercolor piece from when I was re-teaching myself how to paint traditionally nine years ago:

Obviously, I was destined for greatness. Ha, yeah, no. If you scroll back through my tumblr archive, you can see me learning how to use these paints in real time. And keep in mind that I'd been working digitally for years before then, and years before that where I didn't post my work online at all.

So for anyone who needs to hear it: there's no such thing as talent, just hard work, patience, and trying again and again and again...and sometimes again. What I do is a skill and anyone can learn it. Sometimes, progress is slow. I'm 38. I only really feel like my art was half-way decent starting a few years ago, but I've been making art my entire life, and I went to art school at 18. 20 years later I'm kind of figuring it out.

The best advice I can give, whether it's about art or not, is find the thing you love so much that you'll keep at it even when you suck at it, because most skills you'll suck at to begin with -- and perhaps for a long time. I sucked at art for yeeeaaaaarrrrs. On top of the usual learning curve, I struggled with fine motor control and dexterity. But I loved it so much I kept trying every time I failed. If I can do it, so can all of you, no matter what stage of art you're at now, and no matter how old you are.

Anyway, thank you to those still reading this deep in. I wish you all the best on your artistic journey. Art can kick your butt sometimes, but it's also pretty dang rewarding 💛

[caoimhewritesfics]

Missing

how TF 141 + König react to you, their daughter going missing. Read Pt 2 here and Pt 3 here

CW: Mentions of kidnapping, surveillance (kinda), canon typical violence (mentions). Nothing crazy really but reader beware obvi

WC: 791

Ghost does not play about the people he cares about... especially you. It's been just you and him for years and when you disappear he absolutely loses it. He is DETERMINED to hunt down whoever took you. Doesn't matter how far they've taken you because he will be there the instant he figures out where you've gone. Gets the 141 to help him look and he spends day in and day out pouring over files and ANY information that could give him a clue on where you are. The other 141 boys try to keep him out of it, telling him this is too personal for him but he doesn't care at all. He will be leading this mission if it's the last thing he does.

König has had cameras in and out of the house for YEARS. He's been a soldier for a very long time and has seen A LOT so he's very very very serious about your constant safety. He regularly checks your phone and keeps tabs on who you interact with. Which is why he's so surprised when you disappear without a trace one day. He came home and you were just... gone. His first instinct was panic. He tore the house apart looking for you, leaving no place unchecked. When that proved useless he called EVERY contact in your phone. Yes he kept a list. He's right back to panic when no one knows where you are. He wastes no time searching through your room and all electronics. He'll take whatever clue he can when it comes to finding you. Just like Simon, he will be up 24/7 looking for you. Sleep means nothing to him until you are back home safe. When he finds you, trust he will be ruthless to anyone who tries to stop him or hurt you. He's carrying you out of there himself and he won't let you go until you're back home.

Price, when he sees your empty bedroom and phone on your nightstand he's immediately ready to do something crazy. Price is dad of the year... obviously, so protecting you is his main job. Forget being a soldier, you're priority #1 always. He blames himself at first, thinking he never should have left you alone, should have been even more involved than he already is, if that's even possible. He's banned from leading the search for you which eats him alive. He knows he's too close to all of this and being involved could end badly but he can't handle not knowing anything. He has the 141 boys secretly give him any updates on you. Is it allowed? Fuck no. Does he care? Absolutely not, not even a little bit. He hardly eats or sleeps at all, so consumed by his worry and lingering guilt. It's obviously not his fault but he can't help but feel like it is. His brain runs in circles, creating all sorts of horrible scenarios that make him physically sick. Were you taken by someone he knows? Did they take you to get back at him? Did he accidentally reveal something about you to an enemy?

Gaz has Price in speed dial the second you don't get home. Curfew is 10, by 10:05 the entire 141 is on the search. It's like Kyle has become a different person without you. He's usually pretty collected but he's absolutely out of his mind with worry. He's impulsive and angry. Price has to rein him in several times every day until you're found. He's ready to run in, guns blazing when they finally get your location. He's snappy and impatient, lashing out when there's a dead end in their search. He's on the edge of his seat when they finally track you down and go to get you out of there. He's like a man possessed when he gets his hands on your captors.

Soap is completely devastated when you don't come home. He's always been a bit less strict than the others but when you go out with your friends and don't come home even by the next morning he's absolutely riddled with anxiety. He calls your friend but she says you never had plans with her last night and hasn't seen you in days. This sends him into a horrible dread. He feels like he's suffocating not knowing where you are. Like Price, his mind creates horrible worst case scenarios. Simon tries to remind him that they are on it and the chance of whoever took you getting very far is low but Soap is completely lost in his own head. He can't shake the feeling that he'll never see you again. Of course he will, but not even Simon can convince him.

[cnl0400]

(Trying to make sense in the Simeon human >> demon pipeline. Very Headcsnnon heavy post so be warned)

Simeon steals the Ring of light and gets told off by Michael. Michael enters panic mode because that means Simeon messed up with a human life spawn and he would be punished/banished for this

(Reminder that in the conversation with Michael in S2OG, he mentions how If he would have been more like MC, things would have gone different and he wouldn't have lose Lucifer/his brothers. So in a way, trying to stop Simeon from falling/being punished Is his "second chance" on doing everything right)

The punishment for messing with a human life spawn Is basically being forced to wander through darkness for all eternity (both NB & OG mention different punishments for Lilith, my rule Is that the newer version it's whats considered canon unless stated otherwise), and going against the CR in general Is losing your angel status and become a fallen angel. So Simeon punishment was odd since the start

To stop the whole process of Simeon becoming a fallen angel, Michael turns Simeon into a human. In that way, Simeon doesn't have enough magic to go throught the whole metamorphosis. Also explains why he was defenseless for the whole S4OG

S3 happens and Simeon Is "human" the whole time. Probably in the same way that MC Is human (that they can see that he's not a regular human and has a supernatural origin, but still pretty weak by himself)

Raphael regularly checks on him for the whole S3, he was probably keep in the dark about how bad the situation situation Is, judging by his actitude in L48NB

S4 Happens and Raphael gets into the exchange program, to keep Simeon safe and to inform Michael about whatever changes he may be going through. Luke also says that Michael asks him more about Simeon so it's probably that Simeon being human just was a way to gain more time to fix the whole issue

** The whole Nightbringer/Time traveling arc happens (S1 & S2 of NB), not a lot happened here since the time barely moved in the present

They return to the present, Solomon cast a protective spell on Simeon and that's where everyone starts to see that something Is going on with Simeon. My theory Is that now Simeon has enough magic in himself to "transform"

(Also: Simeon apparently still has hidden power within himself, even after becoming "human" but tbh that's makes everything more confusing. Sry Solomon)

** Something that I found interesing Is that 7 Lessons after L41, this lesson was the one they choose to make reference to the past. Solomon references his time with MC in Cocytus hall. Does this mean something? Probably not. But I'm still on the cracktheory that Simeon & Nightbringer are in this together.

[foxena]

Prevent Loss in Case of Save Corruption »

Corrupted saves are getting more and more common in this community. My save corrupted just the other day when I tried solving bugs related to For Rent. Thankfully, I had been warned and therefore I lost very little.

So to keep spreading awareness, and possible solutions, here is what I did that helped me save my savefile.

1. Backup Everything!

Make sure you keep backups of your savefiles outside of the game—on your desktop, an external drive, or the cloud. If you want to be extra safe, keep it in multiple places and keep multiple versions with notes on what's what. Do NOT rely on the in-game "Recover Save" feature, because if your save is corrupted, chances are the recovered version is too.

2. Don't Ignore Last Exception Errors

Make sure to have MC Command Center and Better Exceptions installed. These mods will give you more information about in-game errors.

If you get an error, look it up! This is what saved me. The error might be game-breaking, or it might not. There are multiple tools you can use for this. Personally, I asked for help in Deaderpools Discord server. Another option is to use The Sims 4 lastException Assistant.

3. Try to Recreate the Last Exception Error

If checking the Last Exception error hints at possible corruption or you're not sure what it means—basically if you can’t tell it’s TOTALLY safe—try recreating it.

Step 1: Check if the Last Exception error is mod-related

Remove all mods except MC Command Center and Better Exceptions. Take your latest backup from before the error appeared and place it in your save folder.

Load your backup save and see if the Last Exception error appears. If the error doesn’t show up, this suggests either:

The error is likely mod-related.

Or the original save (not the backup) is corrupted.

If the error does show up on the backup, try using an earlier backup or see if you can trigger the Last Exception error in a new save.

Step 2: Check if the original save (the one with the error) triggers the error without mods

Load the save with the error (not the backup) and try triggering the Last Exception error without mods.

If the error doesn’t show up without mods, it’s likely mod-related.

If the error still appears without mods and doesn’t show up in your backup, assume the original save is corrupted. Stop using that save and switch to your backup to avoid playing in a potentially corrupted save.

Final Thoughts

This is a pretty extreme approach, but it can help if you’re worried about save file corruption and want to avoid losing progress. Keeping multiple backups and regularly watching for exceptions is likely a good way to catch problems early.

Here’s the Last Exception that likely corrupted my game and would have made it unplayable if I’d kept using the save (it slowed my game down drastically):

[manus] business_service failed to handle zone load due to exception (AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'lot_template_id'), CategoryID: persistence_service:685

Tips to Avoid Save File Corruption

Let's end this monologue with a few general tips to avoid corruption altogether—because ideally, we wouldn’t need to use the process I described earlier.

Check Manage Households and delete unneeded NPCs. The game constantly generates new townies, and over time, they clog up your save.

Delete random objects left lying around in the neighborhood. I use the Destroy Object Cheat for this.

Sims’ in-game photographs take up a surprising amount of space. Don't hoard photos! Only keep a few per household.

Large homes with tons of clutter and objects can bog down your game. Delete lots you don't use, or keep them simplistic.

Residential rental lots have a lot of issues. Avoid using them altogether for now, or be very careful and keep a lot of backups.

Use "Save As", instead of "Save", regularly to create a fresh save. Overwriting the same file multiple times can bloat the file and slow down your game.

I hope this helps! If you’ve got any other tips that worked for you, feel free to share!

[f0point5]

The new fic was wonderful, I cant get enough of Em and Max I hope you never stop writing about them! That being said, I'm curious, would you write about one (or all four!) Times Max had to run around a city looking for Emelia?

Okay I’m sorry about how this turned out 🫣 I know in the fic it referenced that Max didn’t know there was a problem and only found out once she left but I am taking some artistic license with this being one of the four times! Don’t hate me 🫠

I did actually start a different one featuring Emilia’s dad so I may finish that one and we will get a funnier/more on brand instance of Emilia running away but…I hope you enjoy this one in the meantime!

✨Set in September 2021✨

They nicknamed her “The Bolter”

Max watches the sunrise in total, deafening silence. He thinks at some point he gets up to feed the cats. He thinks, but he isn’t sure. He’s so tired. His eyes are watering. It’s not tears. He can’t sleep. He wants to. He doesn’t want to. It doesn’t matter if he wants to, he can’t. He can’t sleep knowing you’re not home. He can’t sleep not knowing you’re safe.

He looks at his phone again. He has it on loud and on vibrate but he still checks. Still hopes.

Daniel: Did you hear from her?

Lando: She’s not answering me sorry

Clara Albizzi: You fucked up

That last one makes me feel sick. He did fuck up. He knew the second he’d said it. The way your face just fell and you couldn’t look at him. The way your shoulders hunched over.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

You hadn’t even packed a bag. Hadn’t even taken keys for a car. You’d just picked up the shoes that were lying in the hallway and left.

And he’d let you.

It had taken everything in him to stand still and let you leave, even as the fear set in. Fear that smelled like freshly cut grass and petrol. Fear that felt like crisp night air. Fear that looked like headlights in the dark.

The restraint had only last a few minutes.

You had blocked him, of course. So he’d called your friends. He’d ended up calling half of Monaco including more drivers than he ever spoke to regularly. Everyone denied hearing from you. He’d actually driven to Daniel’s to confirm his story that he wasn’t home. Max wondered more than once if you’d earned more loyalty from his colleagues than he had. Even if one of them was lying to him, at least you were safe.

But he couldn’t take the chance that you really hadn’t ended up at someone’s place. You didn’t have you bag with you, or even comfortable shoes. You couldn’t pay for a cab. It was that thought that had sent him to the Hotel de Paris. It was your favourite hotel in town, you even checked in for staycations sometimes. They would have your information, so you wouldn’t even need a credit card. The receptionist had refused to tell him if you were staying there - illegal, apparently - but something about his appearance must have incurred her sympathy, because she’d said that they hadn’t had any unexpected guests.

That had sent him to Sass Café. A long shot, because you didn’t usually self medicate alone, but he’d tried anyway. Fifty times he thought he’d seen you across the room as he’d weaved his way through the hoards of people. Normally he could spot you anywhere but when all he wanted was to see you he’d seen you everywhere.

By the time he’d got home, some time in the wee hours, Max could feel himself starting to shut down. As he’d called your name to no response and checked your room to find it empty, he could feel himself starting to get cold. He’d sat down on the couch, intending to think about what he was going to do next, but the thoughts had started to get away from him. The memories of the last twelve hours began to fold in on themselves, becoming smaller and squarer and so too did the feelings. The anger, the frustration, the panic, the disappointment, it all got more manageable, packing itself away in the corner in his mind that Max had so often found himself hiding in.

Even the fear had gone. The fear had gone somewhere around 5.30 am, when the darkness started to wane. As he sat on the couch and watched the sky go from black to blue to the colour of the dress you wore to Luka’s christening, his leg stopped shaking, his fists unclenched, and the tightness in his chest disappeared.

Finally, emotions had given way to a familiar and encompassing emptiness. Max just felt numb.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

What had he even been so angry about? He could almost laugh at himself. He hadn’t been angry. He’d been embarrassed. You’d told him you’d found underwear that wasn’t yours in the washing machine and he’d been so fucking embarrassed. And then he’d thought, what did he have to embarrassed about, and he decided in a split second it must be because you were judging him, and who were you to judge him when you were the reason he was fucking random girls in the first place. His relationship had ended because of you.

You’re the reason she’s not here!

Except you weren’t the reason. Not really. It had been Max’s choice and he knew that. Max needed you more than he’d wanted her and he had never once regretted that choice, although wherever you were, you probably thought he did.

He almost wishes he could feel all of it. Whatever it is that’s been forced under the surface because he can’t deal with it. He can’t feel anything. His eyes are sore and unfocused and they sting.

He drags a hand over his face. He should do something. Get flowers, or call the police, or…anything. But he doesn’t. His limbs don’t move. He just sits there…like he’s waiting for someone to pick him up.

You’ve got to come back.

Don’t worry, Max. They always come back. You’ll apologise. You’ll do better next time.

His eyes water again. This time it might be tears.

Somewhere behind him, one of the cats meows. Maybe he didn’t feed them after all.

“Max?”

At the sound of your voice, Max’s head turns so fast his neck hurts. He blinks furiously at the sight of you. For a second he thinks he’s imagining you.

“I brought strudel,” you say, holding up a small folded pastry box.

Max gets up before his he tells himself to. He wants to pull you into his arms, the urge to do it is the only thing he’s felt in hours, but stays still. You’re back, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgiven.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” he says. His voice sounds hoarse.

“Not everywhere, clearly,” you say with a shrug.

“I went to Sass, Daniel’s, I called Lando, Alex, Clara, Zita,” he says, as if trying to prove that he’d tried. “I went to the hotel to see if you were there. I’ve been around the whole city all night, I didn’t sleep,”

“Oh.”

You look a little sheepish, almost guilty, as you make your way to the kitchen. Max follows, too far behind for his liking but he’s still too scared to get closer.

He sits on one side of the island and you stand on the other. He really takes in your appearance now. Hair up, no make up. Wearing a pyjama shirt. Where the fuck did you get pyjamas? He doesn’t care. His eyes run over you one more time. He might never let you out of his sight again.

“Don’t scare me like that,” Max admonishes, though there is no strength behind his words.

“Don’t piss me off like that,” you retort, and there’s strength behind yours.

The look you give him cuts like second place, and he looks away. He looks out to the balcony. The sky is cobalt now. What time is it?

“Did you mean it?” You whisper into the silence.

Max looks at you now. “No.”

“But-“

“No.” This time it’s an oath.

You shake your head as you open the pastry box. “Max, you obviously kind of meant it,” you say, turning to pick up two plates from the counter. “And I don’t blame you. I know I’m the reason you and-“

“You’re not the reason,” Max insists. “She’s the reason. She thought…she made that choice. And yeah, a part of me is still angry about it, and I cannot talk to her so I took it out on you. That wasn’t right and I’m sorry. I don’t know why I even- I’m sorry. It was my fault,”

Take responsibility. It’s your fault. You caused this to happen. If you don’t like the outcome then stop making people angry.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, quieter this time. Even to his own ear it sounds a little more desperate.

You stare at him, eyes narrow, like you’re trying to read him, and Max almost flinches under the scrutiny. Finally, your face softens, and you sigh. Something in your posture eases.

“Max, it’s okay,” you say gently. “People fight. I just felt like shit and you know how I get. You’re fight, I’m flight, remember? I was…anyway, it doesn’t matter. We’re okay, right?”

“Yeah,” Max says. “Of course.”

You don’t look like you believe him, but he’s telling the truth. If you’re okay, then he’s okay. If you’re there, then he’s okay. If you’re home then that’s where he wants to be.

You shuffle around the island with two plates of strudel, padding on bare feet towards the living room with Max in hot pursuit.

“Where did you go?” He asks, now noticing that not even your shorts are the ones you left in last night.

“The Maybourne,” you explain, settling on the corner of the couch, legs outstretched. “The concierge gave me some spa pjs,”

Max takes a seat next to you, further than normal but closer than he’s been to you in what feels like forever.

“I’ll pay you back for the room,” he says with a rueful smile.

“Yeah, I think you will,” you say haughtily, and Max forced himself to laugh. There must be something in his expression that tips you off, though, because your face falls. “I’m sorry I left,”

Please don’t ever do that again.

The words are on the tip of his tongue but he swallows them. He doesn’t ask. He can’t. He has no right to ask you that, because no one can ever promise not to leave and he can’t promise to be worth staying for.

“It���s not the first time,” Max says with a chuckle, nudging you with his elbow. “I’m used to it by now,”

You roll your eyes and turn on the tv, flipping through to find the Moto GP race as Max yawns. The buzz he felt at your return is wearing off and the exhaustion is creeping up on him. He doesn’t want to sleep yet, though. Not when you’re still in his periphery. It’s stupid, but some part of him needs to be consciously in your presence for a while.

“Max, you can go to bed, if you want. I know you didn’t sleep,”

“No,” he says, a bit too quickly. He imagines that he blushes when you notice. His cheeks certainly burn. “I’m just….I’m fine here.”

You reach over to pick up a pillow and lay it on your lap. “At least lie down,” you say, patting the pillow like you do to get one of the cats to sit on you. Max hesitates, but only for a moment, because he’d do just about anything you told him right now.

He settles his head on the pillow, eyes fixed on the tv. He used to do this with his mum, he remembers. The first night joke after being with his dad for months, she’d put on a movie and Max would lay his head in her lap while they watched. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you that.

Your hand running through his hair is like a little jolt of energy, somewhere above him he hears you giggle at the shiver that goes through him. You don’t stop, though, finger massaging his scalp. It quiets all of his nerve endings.

“You need a haircut,” you tell him. He knows what you’re doing, but he can’t bring himself to care. As long as it’s you doing it.

“Yeah,” Max agrees. It’s the last thing he says before he finally falls asleep.

[lace-coffin]

Hello 🤗 I was wondering what kinda rules do you think Asa would have set for one of his pets? I imagine he'd be really particular about them giving him respect and being submissive, but do you think he has a concrete set of written rules or more of a general guideline of what he expects. Idk of that made sense lol.

What rules does Asa have for his pet/SO? (NSFW)

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Trigger warning for power/bdsm dynamics and general Asa Emory things.

Requests are open!

This is a super fun ask omg! I love love love talking abt what kind of dom Asa is so I’m so happy with this request!

Honourifics- honourifics are always to be used when addressing or replying to asa. Sir, master are used regularly. If you really want to rile him up then daddy or Mister work prefect, the perversity of it doing something animalistic to him. Calling Asa God or “my God” will draw out his more sadistic egotistical side, tell him how you’re only committed to him, your life is in his hands and you’re nothing but the ground beneath him. Lave over his heavy leather boots in worship.

Collars and marking- collars are worn daily, taken off at night so you can sleep comfortably and not risk choking (he wants to be the one doing the choking ; ) ) if you’re uncomfortable with a full collar then a daytime collar can be worn, usually a chain of some sort with your name tag and return information on it. “Cricket, property of The Collection, if lost return to Asa Emory”

Respect- disrespect will not be tolerated, talking back or lashing out will end in punishment, it depends how severe the offence was. Ignoring him or muttering a rude comment under your breath might earn you a single slap to the ass to correct you in the moment. Having a smart mouth the whole day will have worse consequences and may require a scene to be planned and negotiated prior.

Scenes - your BDSM relationship with Asa is a 24/7 dynamic, this means all the planning and communication comes with it. You use the traffic light system, green for good/continue, yellow for slow down or take a break and red for stop. Asa would never do anything you don’t want or consent to, he may be strict and domineering but your safety is key to him. If your mouth is restrained or you’re not feeling up to speaking in sub space then there are non-verbal safe words in place for you to use.

Clothing and inspections - all clothing is to be approved by asa before you get ready for the day, you can either pick out an outfit on your own and have it approved or let your master choose one and lay it out on the bed ready for you. He’s more than happy to aid you in getting dressed, loving the sense of dependancy you show him.

Bodily inspections are done once a week, Asa prides himself on keeping you in the best physical health he can, this doesn’t end at just an ordinary checkup however. Slipping on his latex gloves (unless ur allergic!) and prying your holes open, delving his fingers into you as your squirm against them under the guise of checking you’re healthy. Filthily commentating the entire time. “Look at that pretty pink hole, stretched open all for me”

Scheduled meals and bedtimes - Asa likes routine and can get antsy when running behind (totally not me projecting my autism onto him) this transfers over to your routine too. Lunch and dinner (and dessert < 3) are served at the same time every day, asa expects you to be ready and waiting at the table. A strike will be added to your chart if your late. Three strikes and a punishment will be given. Sir will decided where you dine everyday, if you’ll be joining him at the table or eating on the floor from a personalised bowl. Breakfast isn’t at a set time, he knows the amount of sleep you get/need will fluctuate so he’s happy to let you sleep in until you feel ready to get up.

Bedtime is usually also at a set time, around 1 am, he knows you’re not a child and won’t make you sleep early but still wants you in bed at a reasonable time, usually ushering you into bed at 12 and giving you an hour to read or to watch videos. Usually you either share a bed with asa or sleep in your kennel/cage, sometimes in a combination of the two you sleep at the foot of the bed.

Language- Asa discourages the use of swearing but he won’t punish you for it, he might give you a stern look but that’s the extent of it.

Chastity - your sir has a dainty key hanging on a chain around his neck at all times, your body is his as is your sexual pleasure and your genitals. Chastity devices are worn until he decides it’s time to play, attempts at touching will result in punishment, he does however like the desperate look on your face as you rut against the fabric of the sofa like a pathetic mutt in heat. He won’t let you know that though. Sometimes he’ll bring you to the edge of orgasm, panting and whining as your body shakes, only to remove his hand/cock or toy and slide the device back on. The pitiful cries and “it’s not fair”s from you after are even more beautiful than seeing you cum in his mind. Don’t lash out or act out after otherwise the time spent without release will be extended just to spite you.

Relating back to food and drink Asa expects you to drink a minimum of 500ml of water or juice a day, he knows 1-2 litres is unrealistic and doesn’t want you needing to pee constantly. He’s happy as long as your hydrated, if you have particularly bad days with fatigue or depression he’ll help you drink by bringing the straw to your mouth as he holds you. Medication needs to be taken at the correct time, both your alarm clock and Asa’s watch has an alarm set on it so you don’t miss it.

Whilst Asa can be sadistic most of his rules are for your wellbeing along side your obedience, only wanting the best for you whilst you’re under his control.

I hope u like this!! Was literally so fun to write! I love this chunky bug man and ungodly amount <3