#scim

[suyashjain]

In recent years, the use of cloud-based applications has drastically increased. Any company with 40–50 employees will be using at least 15–20 cloud applications, and in a large enterprise, the number of applications is even higher. This page highlights the problems faced by IT teams and the solution.

[mp3monsterme]

IAM and IDCS do more than support AuthZ

We could solve this with custom integrations, or we can exploit an IETF standard called SCIM (System for Cross-domain Identity Management). The beauty of SCIM is that it brings a level of standardisation to the mechanics of sharing the personal identity information, addressing the fact that this data goes through a life cycle. While Oracle’s IDCS and IAM support the identity management for…

[goldieclaws]

that awkward moment when you think you've just found a lost child but their babysitter was there the whole time.

(Scim uses They/Them and is Non-Binary)

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[discjude]

DJ certified tier list of Could I Beat This Character In A Fight. please bear in mind I am overconfident and filled with spite and malice therefore I may unreasonably confident but I think this is all fair. Feel free to argue with my opinions. For all intents and purposes we are not allowing magic (because I don't have magic, unfair) and ARE allowing weapons (not the scims. japeth does not get the scims I do not care what it says in one true king the scims are not all individual weapons).

[cute-sucker]

note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

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[staghunters]

Putting Twin Peaks references in the Yellowjackets fic

[princemick]

OH! u mean the german interview one?? no I haven't yet dunno if I will tbh

[karrahe]

Luke Skywalker

I've been wanting to paint Star Wars art forever!! Sponsored by @_scim on twitter 🥺 thanks scim!

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[nommedtail]

hi @scims-stuff here's your gift for @d20exchange!!!

the one adventuring party where they joked that kug and cody probably have the same diet has lived in my mind rent free

[m0use123]

Asami woke up groggily, feeling something wasn't right, she sat up on the edge of her bed and slipped her feet into her awaiting slippers.

She glanced around her spacious bedroom, the full moon was shining brightly into the space, her balcony doors were open and the silk white curtains were flowing gently in the wind.

The roar of the sea was loud in the quiet night, her alarm clock on her bedside table read 1:15 am. She scanned the room looking for any obvious signs of why she had been dragged out of her heavy sleep so easily.

Her television was turned off, her phone, laptop and tablet were all charging on the far opposite side of the room so she wouldn't be tempted to glance at them when she should be sleeping.

Her desk lamp was off, her sketches for her father were scattered haphazardly ontop of it, the top pages ripperling slightly in the fresh sea breeze.

All in all everything was in it's correct place.

Totally stumped the young heiress decided to grab herself a glass of water before trying for sleep again. So she slipped on her RCH cheerleading hoodie and crepted downstairs without turning on any lights, she didn't want to wake up her friends that were sleeping in the other rooms around her.

Once in the kitchen, Asami collected a clean glass from the draining board next to the sink and poured herself a glass. She lent on the kitchen counter top as she took small sips of her water, watching the sea crash against the shore line through the window not 100 yards away.

As she watched, her eyes landed on a figure standing knee deep in the surf, they were scimming stones across the waves of the ocean. A boisterous dog was lolaping around the person diving nose first into the water excitedly in search of the stones.

As the person turned and stretched extravagantly, Asami reckonised her girlfriend Korra in the moon light. Wondering if her leaving through the back door had woken her in the first place, Asami opened the kitchen door. Welcoming the warm sea breeze that engulfed her as she stepped onto the wooden decking outside the back door.

She crossed the garden until she reached the back gate that backed out onto the soft sandy beach beyond, she took off her slippers and left them on the grass next to the gate where she wouldn't get sand in them and crossed the dunes until she reached her girlfriend.

"You're up late" Asami commented as she came to a stop next to her girlfriend.

Korra glanced sideways at her and smiled slightly, "Alot on my mind is all", Asami nodded. That was the thing about Korra, she wore her heart on her sleeve, but words weren't exactly her foretay. If she actually wanted to know what was going on in the younger girl's head she knew she would have to probe a little deeper.

"Penny for your thoughts then"? Asami asked, leaning down and stroking Naga's head as she trotted over panting excitedly.

Out of the corner of her eye Asami saw Korra shrug before she pulled her arm back and threw a stone as far as she could, it sploused loudly about 200 yards away.

Asami sighed, "Babe, if you don't want to talk to me about it that's cool, but please don't stand there and sulk all night, I don't mean to sound harsh but either spit it out or come back inside, but don't just stand here all night trapped in your own head".

Korra nodded, she gave a massive, defeated sigh and mumbled something the older girl couldn't hear.

"Sorry babe I need you to repeat that, you kinda mumbled".

Huffing through her nose Korra said, "I'm just thinking about next year".

Asami's heart sank, of course, it was obvious now, Asami was heading off to university in Zaofu in September whilst Korra was starting her senior year of high-school. For the first time since Korra was born they wouldn't see eachother every day, and just the thought of it hurt like hell.

"Baby" Asami said sympatheticly, "why didn't you tell me sooner, what's going on in your head, talk to me".

Korra scoffed, "yeah right, here I am worried you'll realise how immature I am as soon as you reach your halls of residence at Zaofu and you want me to whine like a little kid about my problems".

Asami sighed and rested her hand on Korra's shoulder, "I don't think your immature Korra, well", she paused, then continued, "not in the way you're thinking about anyway. I don't care that we haven't slept together yet babe, you know that, and you don't drink because of your parents accident, I think that's very responsible of you".

Korra scoffed and muttered "damaged goods".

"Korra, stop" Asami said forcefully, "stop with the self hate, you've gone through so much in your life, don't be so hard on yourself".

"I just. I can't loose you as well" Korra said in a quiet voice.

"Your not going to baby, I promise".

"How can you possibly promise me that"? Korra asked.

"Because I believe in us, that's all I need" Asami said softly before pulling her girlfriend into a caring hug.

"I love you" Korra mumbled into her girlfriend's hoodie.

"I love you too baby, come on inside, I'll make us some hot chocolate" Asami smiled as she pulled back from the hug.

"Oh, oh, can I have those mini marshmallows in mine"? Korra asked, with the most adorable smile Asami had ever seen on her girlfriend's face.

"Of course baby, anything for you".

Together, the two girls and Naga went back up to the spacious beach house for hot chocolate, alot of cuddling and finally some sleep.

Just before she fell asleep with her younger girlfriend in her arms, Asami made a silent promise to herself, and the girl she loves, to never give up on what they have, right here in this bed.

- - - - - -

Five years later, as she was kneeling infront of her speechless girlfriend, asking her the most important question she's ever asked anyone. Asami Sato was so very grateful she was always a women of her word.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

hi, do you have any takes/opinions or analysis of japeth? sorry if you've already posted something and i've missed it, i'm just eagerly hunting for japeth content 🫡🫡

I haven’t really done any substantial #japethposting, or anything exactly full-scale, but he has been a part of certain sections of some of the analyses I've done. You can find some of them by typing "#japeth" into the search bar of my blog. Or, if anyone wants me to, I could look for the links and send them to you. And, this overall precedent doesn’t mean I won’t possibly post about him in the future, potentially if/when I start my reread of The Camelot Years.

Generally speaking, I don't think I've paid enough attention to him to be able to analyze him in great depth. That said, I will redirect you to @discjude as she/they is/(are?) the Japeth expert, and her/their analyses are phenomenal! (Please tell me if I've gotten your pronouns wrong and sorry in advance if anything is wrong, Jude.)

Though, I will leave you with one meager headcanon: it seems unlikely, but if Japeth were musically-inclined, I think he’d play atypical instruments, like the serpent and the ophicleide because of course he would. Music could be his opportunity to rebel, defy what's expected of him, while also referencing his snake symbolism.

Here, you can listen to some orchestral performances involving these instruments. If you start the first of the videos around the timestamp 3:38 and listen to the end, you can hear the deeper, foreboding, lower-pitched parts and some tense, stringent parts that sound higher, like his Scims whirling, to my mind. There's a very obviously sinister "march" of sorts, with ghastly, winding, serpentine "movements," twists, and turns.

[goldieclaws]

Returning to an animation I started with only a few frames lined & coloured so I have an excuse to animate again 💖

Plus, it's about time I drew something sweet and lighthearted for this AU ;;

(Scim [brown hair] uses they/them and is NB, Ghira [white hair] uses he/him and his dragon uses she/her)

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[discjude]

Ok I just went through this chapter again to annotate it in more detail and there's so many more things I didn't notice. One of which being that for the entire Japeth Monologue (tm), he's referred to exclusively as Japeth, but the SECOND he switches back into "kill maim destroy" mode, he's only referred to as the Snake. Soman. Soman. Soman why would you do this. to me.

otk spoilersish again uh

(said by Japeth, father in question is Rafal btw) this specific passage devastated japeth enthusiasts AND rafal enjoyers everywhere. "but it wasn't enough for my father, was it? And it wasn't for me" might be like my favourite quote in this chapter and its got a LOT of good ones

[fourleafclovxr]

7: player

“Quite the player, aren’t you, Kei?” Japeth asks. A scim slithers over the gaping gash on his cheek, comes around the other side of his face, dripping blood. He seems wholly unbothered. “That trick you pulled, to let me out. Drug pretty girls often, do you? Sweet-talk them until they’re kicking their feet and giggling and giving you whatever you want?”

He somehow manages to sound both amused and disdainful. The only woman Japeth has ever loved is his mother, probably, and judging by Rhian’s stories even that’s debatable. Kei rolls his eyes— a well-worn action, around Japeth— and continues pretending he doesn’t exist.

But Japeth, like Rhian, refuses to stop when it comes to getting what he wants. And right now, what he wants is to infuriate Kei. “How did it feel?” he asks conversationally. “Did you feel bad, wrapping that idiot of a girl around your finger?”

He could almost pass off as friendly. Kei does not think Japeth had ever had a real friend.

“I don’t like women,” he says, pointedly not looking at Japeth. They are certainly not friends. They are not even remotely close. Kei would gladly have left him rotting in the Sheriff of Nottingham’s jail, if Rhian hadn’t had plans for him.

“Does it matter?” Japeth coos. “You seemed to like her well enough. What was her name? Dot, was it? What an actor you are, Kei. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Kei says, “and I don’t particularly want you to.”

“You think terribly lowly of me, don’t you,” Japeth sighs, not a question, not really. “You and Rhian, in your own little world. You know, Kei, I thought you were smart. I don’t quite understand why you choose to follow my dear brother on his fool’s crusade?”

“Don’t you?” Kei asks, blank. “Aren’t we on the same side in the end?”

“The difference is,” Japeth says, “Rhian has promised me something very precious to me. Something that I, unfortunately, see no better way to achieve. But you. You have nothing to gain from him.”

“Nothing to lose, either,” Kei says, clipped— and that’s already revealing too much. Japeth laughs, loud and open, and blood trickles from his mouth as it devolves into a wheezing cough. A scim darts across his face, past his pale lips. The blood remains.

“There’s always something to lose,” he says breezily. “Even for people like me. And they say I’m insane. Better than being such a fool.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Kei repeats, steady. He knows what Japeth means: if he was not a criminal before, then he certainly is now. He will always be marked by dishonesty, by deception, by lies. He will always carry that cruelty with him.

But people are cruel.

But people want him to be cruel.

It is not so much of a loss, in his mind. And in return: a chance to be his own person, forge his own way, outside of the destiny that Arbed House had dictated for him.

Kei has always known, clear as day, what he wants. And it has never been something anyone other than Rhian would give him. A friend and a companion. Someone to follow and to trust. And in return: whatever he has to give, and give freely.

This is the truth: Rhian has never asked anything of him. Whatever Kei has done for him, it has always been his own choice.

Japeth shrugs, then, scims slithering up his face to form his signature mask. Kei can’t help but wince, and Japeth’s mouth curls— or rather, the scims do, twisting into something like amusement.

“You think you’re so different. You’re not. You and I are more similar than you think,” he says, languid. “They hate us both. They think us both broken. Evil, if you’d like to call it that, though I’m aware you don’t subscribe to our beliefs.”

“I’d rather die,” Kei tells him.

“What?” Japeth laughs. High and mocking. “Rather die than be like me? You’re bound to him just the same as I am. Rhian’s clever, my dear brother, he really is. He knows how to pull people’s strings. He’s playing you, you know. He always has been.”

“If Rhian hadn’t said he needed you,” Kei says, ice-cold, “I would have left you to rot.”

“What do you owe Rhian, that you would afford him such loyalty?” Japeth sneers, blue eyes glittering behind his scaled mask. “Think about it, Kei. Think about it.”

And this is where Japeth’s argument fails: Kei owes Rhian nothing. It has always been his choice, to follow where Rhian goes, to believe what he believes. What else would he do? What else could be kinder than this?

He goes back to ignoring Japeth. The other boy huffs in annoyance, scims hissing in eerie harmony as they shuffle over his skin.

“Suit yourself,” he says, unkindly. “You are nowhere near where my brother envisions himself to be. You are nothing, compared to him, compared to us.”

Scim-suit fully formed, he stalks away. Kei settles in to wait; peace and quiet, at last.

Rhian arrives in the middle of the night. Kei lets his face soften upon seeing him, relax into something less guarded, though certainly not less fake. Rhian is golden, gilded. He is glorious.

It’s an easy choice to make.

Rhian sits by him, in the dark, whispering about Sophie (said with a hint of fear amidst the disdain), and Tedros (mocking), and Agatha (almost respectful). He asks after Kei. Then after Japeth. He winces when Kei tells him Japeth had killed the three guards; well, it wouldn't have been Kei, he prefers to keep his hands clean. Rhian must know this already. He must not quite be happy about it. Another complication to weave a lie over, to hastily play to his advantage.

“I don’t like your brother,” Kei murmurs.

“Who does,” Rhian sighs. “I don’t like him either, but it was meant to be the two of us. I’ll just have to drag him along.” He offers Kei a tired smile. “Sorry you had to put up with him earlier.”

“I didn’t tell you that,” Kei says, half a question.

“No one else gets to you like he does,” Rhian says quietly. “Not since Aric. I can tell. What did he say to you?”

“Nothing true,” Kei says easily. “Nothing at all.”

[countrynerddancer]

Inspired by @scims-stuff 's art of The Fox, I finally started actually practicing with the gouache i got for Christmas. Slightly failed use of masking fluid, i can't get it off ���� but I'm still pretty proud.

"If you stop trying to do what you want, then they've already caught you." -The Fox, The Wizard The Witch and The Wild One, Worlds Beyond Number

[wr-n]

oh my god my brain is gonna explode, i havent written or drawn anything in so long

have i,,,, forgotten how to be silly,,,,?

how to be,,,, a scrunkly scim,,,,?

a bibbily,,,, scrimbo,,,,?