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[alastorsfluffydeertail]

Blood Attracts Monsters Part 4

YOU MUST READ PROIR PARTS TO UNDERSTAND @hina-kon I am SOOO sorry this took so long!! I got busy with finals and couldn't find the time!! But no one fear, this story has not been forgotten!! I do apologize for it being so short, I promise the next part will be longer!

Ben feels like his head is going to explode.

Between the screeching sounds coming from the walls and the Baryonyx's distressed cries, there's no room to think, only to know it's time to run when he hears someone scream "Go!" (and that was definitely Darius).

Ben steps into action, all those months of being on the island rushing back into his brain. Behind him, he hears Kenji gasp as he's dragged forward, feels blood slicked fingers tighten around his. Ben doesn't realize at first, but there are red flashing lights along the ceiling, pulsing with the screech of the siren, and that makes it all the more terrifying, because now Ben can catch glimpses of the monster hunting them.

Tall, with a long snout and razer white fangs dripping with saliva, it's whole-body glows when the lights do.

And Ben decides he preferred the island.

At least there the stars always shone.

Ben follows the group, his feet pounding in rhythm with the sirens, and he feels disoriented, the flashing lights make his feet stutter as he tries to get his bearings.

One moment, he's staring at the back of Sammy's head, the next, he's staring at a concrete wall. He stops, looking around frantically but it's hard to focus over all the noise.

Pounding feet, roars, screams, all bouncing off these empty walls, and God their going to die down here in this concrete coffin.

And that's not how Ben imagined he'd die.

If he was going to die to some blood thirsty beast, he thought he'd go down fighting, outside where the moon and stars and sun could watch and mourn his loss.

Not underground where the only people to hear his screams are his friends, lost in the chaos of darkness and blood and teeth.

But through all the madness and chaos, a small, steady light.

An insistent pull on his hand,

a protective voice in his head

"This way."

and this light, this angel is pulling him down a flashing hallway, away from the screaming beast behind him, away from the thing that haunts him even when he's asleep.

and for just a moment, Ben feels glimmer of hope.

Because surely the monsters can't get him when he has an angel holding his hand so tightly,

right?

[chiauve]

Quick doodle: Young Volkreg men wear their hair long, and when they hit marriage age, gussy themselves up to show how available they are. Upon marriage, their hair is sheared short and they keep their heads covered.

Quick ficlet: In which a young Ilana spots a certain engineer and her heart goes doki-doki so she of course has to mess with that, which may or may not have consequences.

When the surveyors came, Ilana ducked behind the low wall that followed the road into their farm with her younger sisters. The small girls giggled into their palms like they were the naughtiest of children, despite the fact that the tradition that deemed women were to return to the home when strange men arrived had grown quite lax over the years. Still, Ilana laughed with them, encouraging their fun, while her older sister, Unyila, rolled her eyes behind them.

"We don't have to hide," she grumbled, "and they're just the surveyors, hardly anything new or exciting."

"Shh, I want to see," Ilana said, peering over the wall. Her sisters mimicked her, their short-cropped, dusty yellow hair looking like dulled grass sticking up in a line.

Their father emerged from the house, arms open wide in welcome as three men stepped off the road-skiff. Asfarig clan, like her, by their malar markings, but of the Re'r line. Plateau folk. The first man was the oldest, then a younger but still mature man beside him, the youngest trailed behind.

"That's Rancher Riner!" Yeana, the youngest, announced with an awkward point over the wall.

Indeed, the oldest man was Re'r, but ran a ranch in the lowlands of Nj'ul and was a distant neighbor. He knew their father, and Ilana had seen him a few times at the markets at the oasis, before it dried up.

Despite that familiarity, the girls all braced themselves for the stuffy introductions all men seemed to need to perform or otherwise perish or something.

Their father bowed to Riner, then again opened his arms in friendly welcome. "Rancher Ushte Riner Vun Re'r! It is a pleasure to see you! The response to my request for aid was prompt indeed!"

Riner bowed in turn. Ilana couldn't tell if he was truly old or merely reflected the hard life of the lowlands in his weathered face. He wore loose robes and a speckled country shemagh over his coif.

"But of course, we are long neighbors and must face our troubles together. I thank you for your hospitality, Farmer Ushte Nagul Eln Nj'ul." He gestured to the other man beside him, his tunic of shorter, more fitting make and a keffiyeh common in the cities over his own coif. "Allow me to introduce my dear brother, Technician Ushte Ryler Vun Re'r, and my beloved nephew, Far-seer Kaio Razer Vun Re'r."

"Kaio?" Unyila peered over the wall, "Ya Founders, he's a breaker!"

"A what?" one of the little girls asked, following her eldest in leaning up over the wall.

"See? That third mark on his chin, it means he was Ushte but broke caste and ascended," she actually sounded impressed, and the other sisters oohed aloud.

Ilana was barely paying attention to them, for once her attention had been put to the youngest man, she couldn't stop looking. He was definitely Asfarig, his tattoos proclaimed it, but he also bore the mark of it in his pale eyes, sharp yet even teeth, and blunt nose. And yet.

Had it not been for his tattoos, she would have sworn him an Azrag. Instead of the pale tan skin and dusty yellow hair of the Asfarig, his skin was white, making his markings stand stark in his face. His hair too was white, his head bare in the fashion of an umarried man and worn long, pulled back into a loose ponytail decorated with chips of metal that gleamed and clinked when he turned his head, marking him eligible.

More than that, his eye mask, rather than being the thick and rounded shape of the Asfarig male, was long and sharp, like a shore bird's wings.

Pale Asfarig eyes set into such an exotic eye mask found only far away on the western peninsula of the Azrag...white hair practically afire under the lowland sun...

Ya Founders...he was beautiful.

Ilana swallowed and buried her cheeks in her hands. Oh no, no no, she considered herself better than that. She was not one to pursue a man for looks or even just for the sake of it. What would be would be but not just because her insides were suddenly a-flutter and her cheeks darkening to a grey.

Yeana peered up at her, confused. "Why are you blushing?"

And now she was under scrutiny of them all, curse it.

"You are blushing! Ilana!"

"Do you...like him?"

"Ilana loves the Re'r!"

"Hush, you! I do not!"

"Ilana wants to maaarrry the Re'r!"

Another denial died before it left her mouth, and Ilana paused. She looked back over the wall at the still-chatting men, particularly at the pretty hybrid breaker. An eyebrow rose and a glint lit in her eye. She stood.

"Ilana, no," Unyila hissed, her tone sharp with warning.

She was ignored as Ilana grabbed her skirt and leapt the wall, loping towards the men in a semi-circle and coming up behind, the beads hanging off the simple band adorning her otherwise bare head clicking as she moved. The men didn't see her coming until it was too late, and she saw her father's eyes widen in confusion before she slid up right next to the young Re'r, looping her arm around his. Ancestors, he was tall.

His head snapped down to look at her, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in confusion. Before he could say anything, Ilana beamed up at him and batted her lashes in the way of city women.

"I like you," she said, still grinning, "Marry me?"

She distantly heard her father choke but was too focused on those bird-wing eyes, which now shifted from her to elsewhere and, clearly finding no help, moved back to her.

"Uh...alright?"

Her eyes lit in delight and she let out a peal of laughter before again grabbing her skirt and sprinting back to the wall, practically diving behind it, cackling the whole way.

Razer watched the young woman run away, laughing.

Ah, of course.

His shocked expression smoothed and he turned back to his father and uncle, who too were staring after the girl in wide-eyed bafflement. Their host, on the other hand, looked after her with a look of horror and dismay. Uh oh.

"Your daughter?" Razer asked slowly.

Farmer Nagul collected himself a bit, looking at his guests with sad eyes. "Yes, my second."

"She is...spirited..." his father and uncle remained silent, forcing Razer to try to fix this. He continued, voice flat and disinterested, "A bit of girlish fun, is all, obviously not binding."

Farmer Nagul's shoulders slumped in relief and Razer tried not to take that personally.

"Thank you...yes, I apologize for her behavior."

"Not at all, she is a lovely girl."

Farmer Nagul nodded and tried to move on with their business. "Please, my friends, this way. We shall eat and drink and then get to work. He gestured to his home, a collection of squat buildings of earth, and waved his guests on. "Friend Riner, Technician Ryler…" he hesitated as he looked to Razer, his eyes falling on the third caste mark, "…my lord Far-seer…"

Razer sighed. "Please don't. While I have received my new mark, until I marry and become a proper member of society, I am still bound to my family."

Again their host looked relieved, and again Razer tried to not take it personally. He followed his father and uncle to the Eln Nj'ul home, glancing back over his shoulder to the wall.

Was he hoping to see the young woman there? She had indeed been lovely, and the way she actually smiled at him…

He sighed. A pity, he supposed.

[sullustangin]

Fluff Prompt 1: The News

This had been slightly delayed from Friday.  @frutepye stated they needed some cheering up around this time of year, so they sent in some prompts that I’m happy to fulfill.  (If you’re reading the Ziost fic, BOY HOWDY, you know why.)

So here’s the first one:  Jace finds out he’ll be a grandfather.  I wrote a snippet of this a few years ago, but this is considerably expanded. CW for mention of pregnant person (Eva). 

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Marcus Trant watched the steadily flashing light on Jace Malcom’s desk.  Someone was waiting on hold.

Specifically, it was the light used to indicate that the Alliance’s representative wanted to speak to Malcom. That varied, according to Malcom. In the days between the end of the Eternal Empire and the Iokath operation, it had been Aygo, and most days, it continued to be.  

After Iokath, once in a while, Theron Shan would call in.  Most of the time it was all business.  Jace was happy to acknowledge that there had been more personal lines of communication established, especially since the miracle that had been Theron getting married.

Trant had met and worked with Eva Corolastor a few times.  As a person, Trant could see how she suited Theron.  What didn’t track was the fact that, at the same time, she was the Voidhound, the leader of a third major faction in the galaxy, while still running the Voidfleet Cartel.

Trant supposed Theron had finally stopped running from those issues, a topic of contention between them… twenty years ago now.  The galaxy had changed since Theron had tracked down Ngani Zho and discovered the existence of the Sun Razer.  

Trant didn’t know if the galaxy was better, for all that it had endured.  He did know that Theron had finally permitted himself to have something that didn’t directly contribute to ‘the greater good.’

But apparently, ‘the greater good’ manifested in stranger ways that anyone could have anticipated: the Voidhound, her Alliance, the current status quo of the galaxy.

That explained pretty much all of Trant’s interest in that flashing light on Malcom’s desk.  It was his business to know about other governments in the galaxy. Theron’s life was absolutely none of his business, but that didn’t stop Trant from trying to follow it like one of the holodramas Mrs. Trant #4 liked to watch.

(Trant hated the fact that both Jace and Theron – completely independently of each other, at least a decade apart – had privately nicknamed his wives the exact same way so they could keep track of them.)

(And Trant really hated that he’d started to number them the same way as they did.  So maybe he had issues too.)

“Trying to follow” was the operative phrase here.  The pair were pretty slick in obscuring their whereabouts and activities.  Nothing personal; Theron was still her spymaster, active in the field.  His face was still unknown to the galaxy.  Trant knew that Theron had raced under an alias at Manaan recently, mostly through Jace who was conveniently there at the time on Republic business. Beyond that, Theron had lived in the shadows, and Eva had glided along the line of being famous and infamous, as usual.

Thus, Marcus Trant was very pleased to see Theron’s image flicker to life on the holocomm.  

The former SIS agent noticed his ex-boss immediately.  “You in the middle of something?”

“No, son,” Jace answered far too quickly to let Trant say otherwise.

Theron caught that.  “Right.”  He frowned slightly, looking down at a datapad.  “Well, I have no doubt you’d hear about this anyway, so I guess this saves us all time.”  

Trant saw the smile pass like a ghost across Theron’s face before he resumed his usual briefing style: brisk, slightly irreverent, unerringly accurate.

Trant noticed that the comm was suddenly secured at highest decryption levels, both ways.  

Malcom picked upon that too.

“The Captain wanted me to inform you…” Theron stopped, as if reconsidering the words and how he wanted to convey the message.  “We’ve --- ”  Again, that smile that didn’t linger, this time with the slightest worry.  “It’s still very early, but she wanted someone to know, regardless –”  

Malcom frowned.  “Theron, is Eva all right?”

The transit smile finally stopped and remained, even as Theron’s eyes dropped to his datapad.  

Trant knew that smile.  He’d worn it himself, twice, and he saw it after the fact in holos.  “I think she’s more than all right, currently.  Theron?” He wanted to get that confirmation…because he wanted to know he still had that investigator’s knack.  Being out of the field was hard for Trant – always had been.

Jace Malcom was a smart guy, but he could be utterly dense sometimes.  His gaze bounced between Theron and Trant, slightly irritated that he hadn’t been let in on the news yet.  Then again, Marcus Trant was not the Director of SIS just because he was cute and did the paperwork.  

“Yeah.”  Then, faintly, as if still absorbing the shock, yet undeniably happy: “She’s pregnant.”

Jace Malcom rose to his feet from behind his desk, staring at Theron’s image.  His expression was unreadable.

And then the world lurched.

So this is how I die, thought Trant as he watched the Supreme Commander spike his caf mug into his office desk, breaking both into pieces.  Then Jace let out a whoop still worthy of Havoc Squad.  Jace is going to bounce me off the desk next.  Or break all my ribs in a hug.

(Jace could still benchpress a speeder, probably.)

Then security burst through the door and swarmed the entry way.  The point men stared first at Trant, then at Malcom, then at the office furniture, then back at Malcom.

“I’m going to have a grandbaby!” he bellowed joyously. Security collectively blinked and backed out of the office, with all due haste.

The holo image flickered from its newfound position on the floor.  “Please don’t give yourself another heart attack or break anything….anything else.”  Theron ran a hand back through his hair as he amended the sentence.  “And don’t convert anything into a nursery – you’re not allowed to kidnap it.”

It seemed to finally register on Jace that he’d effectively trashed his office like some junior officer on a bender.  His hands flexed a few times as he shuffled around the debris to pick up the holo unit.  Once he had it in his hands, Jace’s words failed him as he looked at Theron. “I –it’s – such --  good job, son.”

All three men facepalmed at the same time at that one.  

“Congratulations, Theron,” Trant finally offered the obvious, saner alternative.

Theron nodded as his hand came away from his face.  “She – she still wants to celebrate it, but –”

“Risky.”  Jace seemed to gathered enough of his wits to analyze the situation; some people might have thought that Theron had received his analytical skills from Satele, but as far as Marcus Trant knew, that was not the case. It was public knowledge that Eva had spent considerable time in carbonite.  “But you two never were fully opposed to risk-tasking.”

Again, Theron’s smile flickered.  “No.  Never.”

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Hope this fit the bill, @frutepye!  More to come in the near future

[kanayatherainbowdrinker]

for that ask game: kanaya maryam (obviously) and jake english <3

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[jasonsthunderthighs]

I shaved my noggin in high school and loved it tbh! Idk where u live but where i was, the weather/wind felt so nice on my head lol. Also if you're ever desperate for longer hair again for whatever reason, wigs are a thing! And if you got a shaved head they're easier to apply. Also hair always grows back 🤷 there were downsides in that sometimes i wished i had more control over how i presented gender-wise (thats just me personally though, idk your situation) and also as an introvert i kinda hated all the people who would stare at me 😅 it can be a mixed bag but im 100000% glad i did it!

I've honestly been thinkin bout it for two weeks.

I don't wish for longer hair EVER again. It gives me dysphoria and I just don't know how to style it for the life of me.

I hide most of my hair in my Snorlax beanie like how Louise from Bob's Burgers wears a hat to cover her head.

It's different when I'm at my second job, though. I don't wear a hat or my beanie, so I put my hair up in a little upper ponytail with the rest of my hair not tied up. (If that makes sense.)

The one thing stoppin me is that I DON'T want to look like Tobin (my dad) when and if I do decide to shave it off.

Summer is comin and my beanie makes it more worse for me, since I don't have a car and ride the bus or walk everywhere (that means in the blazin sun, snowy days, stormy rainy days, etc.) cause cars are honestly a privilege.

If I don't get the time to get a proper haircut from a hair place, then I'm grabbin my razer and shavin it, cause it's also just so overstimulatin for me (I hate my hair touchin my neck) and it makes me so uncomfortable.

And I'm honestly happy my hair kinda grows fast and it'll get to the peach fuzz look in two months or so.

I'm really glad you enjoyed havin a shaved head and I'm really happy for you to tell me your experience of what I want to do with my body and questionin it.

[trash-monkey]

Hawthorne

Chapter 2

My 7'0 form almost didn't fit through the sliding glass door to the teens room but I managed it to see the teen asleep on his bed with his hair pointing in different directions caused from tossing and turning in his sleep. With the masterful skill of silence I give the room a quick look before giving the sleeping teen my full attention which I decided to kneel on the floor beside his bed but something tips him off that's somethings wrong as he slowly opens his eyes after turning his head to me, he eyes immediately widen at my almost formless face so close to him which caused him to shot up and scoot back against the wall.

"Stop!" He instinctively uses his cursed speech on me but because of my age and overwhelming curse energy although I have most of it suppressed not to harm anything his technique doesn't take much effect on me, seeing his technique isn't doing much his eyes tears up in fear which I don't blame him for. My original form has light gray skin as it's lean with muscles and reapter like feet with razer sharp claws while only having four fingers with sharp nails, I have no hair at all as horns comes out where my eyes should be and out behind my head before curling up above my shoulders, no lips covers my sharp teeth as you can only tell I'm frowning is the corner of my mouth pulls down with long pointy ears has I have two small holes for nostrils between my mouth and horns, the only piece of cloth I have on is a black drawstring waist harem sports pants. With patience I had mastered over my long life I wait for the teen to clam himself as I sit like a statue, in silence we stare at each other while wondering who's going to make the first move but as the minutes pass the teen sees I have no ill will towards him and with slow movements I lay my head on the edge of the bed to show I mean no harm to him or anyone in this school.

With hesitation he reaches a hand out to me which caused a small shock to go between us when he lays the hand between my horns like a broken chain had finally been fixed, it confuses the both of us. With shock and disbelief I started to purr at the teens touch which I have never have done before, after hearing my cat like sounds the teen clams completely down and with very slow movements not to startle him I place myself on the teens bed at a urge to be close to him. With large wide eyes in disbelief he watches as my massive but oddly warm hands gently guide him to lay down on his bed again noticing how I'm being careful not to hurt him with my sharp nails as I do so and I curl my body around his small frame like some massive cat, soft purring sounds comes from my chest as we lay there while he's completely shocked at my non-curse like actions. Awhile back I learned he's name is Toge Inumaki after over hearing one of his conversations with his other two classmates Panda and Maki, the silence between us never once broke and whether he wish it or not Toge falls asleep only to wake up in the morning alone which somehow sadness him.

As soon as the sun shines it's first ray on the land I carefully remove myself from Toge's bed and room without waking him up to do my usual patrol around my territory of Tokyo High, although my mind is puzzled with the sudden need for the white haired sorcerer as he was just interesting before last night and somehow him touching me changed something but I just can't figure it out for now at least. The patrolling goes quite as usual although I subconsciously keep a look out for Toge throughout the day and during the last light of the day I decided to revisit Toge but with a gift this time so I returned to my treasure hole which is in the back of a small hidden cave that is very well hidden in the forest of my territory as it's filled with all kinds of things I have collected over the centuries, some are jewels and jewelry as others are either books or small things.

But I don't think Toge would like the books or expensive things I have here so I settle for a animal that's looks like his classmate Panda as it's cute to most humans which I saw it along with others hanging off of a rectangular box they call phones, I have a hand full of these hanging things from when I was curious about them and I mostly steal them from the human stores at night. So I decided that animal and the other one that has white fur with black stripes will be the gift I give to Toge tonight which I quickly leave the cave to speed back to the school dormitories as night falls fast, I slip into the room like before and hearing the sliding door open Toge immediately springs up from where he's been laying half asleep on his bed to see me coming in. He gives me a small awkward smile while moving back to sit against the wall as I still am a large cures no matter how I act so he's still cautious of me quite a bit which I kneel before the bed like I did last night and lay my head on it while very slowly holding out my hand to him with the hanging animals hocked on one of my fingers.

"For me?" Toge mouthed as he gestures to himself when seeing what I'm holding out to him which I give a nod without lifting my head form the bed and I give a subconscious purr when he takes them making a tingling feeling go through me when he touches my finger, I watch as he grabs his phone from where it's sitting on his small nightstand and hooks them onto the phone. He looks at them with gentle fingers but I can see it in his eyes that he wants to flip the phone open and to call or text anyone about me but something got him not to so he set his phone back on the nightstand.

"Thank you" He mouthed with his voice faint in a whisper clearly remembering his cures technique barely affects me which I give him a smile in return although he can't really tell that I am before moving slowly to get my large frame onto his bed and laying down although I do take care of not getting too close to him as I want him to come to me on his own, Toge holds himself tighter against the wall as I moved which he watches closely as I lay down and he takes note of how I don't get closer to him as I patiently wait for him to move from his spot against the wall. After a few long silent minutes of seeing me not moving or having the intent of harming Toge finally got enough courage to inch away from the wall and slowly reaching out to touch an arm of mine, he flinches back a bit when his finger tips touched my warm grey skin as he didn't expected it to be so warm but he lays his whole hand on it after.

"Why are you so different?" Toge mumbles to himself under his breath still reluctantly to use his voice above a whisper in fear that it'll suddenly work or that he'll made it a bad habit to speck and that will do more bad then good, dispite this I let his hand gaze over my skin feeling the powerful muscles underneath without a compliment. Loud purring comes from my chest at the feeling of his fingers tips crease my gray skin which causes a small smile to appear on Toge's lips and in wonder why a large cures like me is allowing themselves to lay on a sorcerer's bed purring like a little kitten, his hand moved to my head tracing and creasing it like some fine art piece.

"Name?" He asked softly in a faint whispered with a tone of wonder and slight hope that I'm willing to tell him my name, if I can that is.

"........Ha.....Hawthorne" I decided to tell him my name after a thought and although I can speak I hardly use my voice so it's a little difficult to do so, my voice is rough and thick. I lifted my hand which Toge flinched slightly at so I freeze leaving my hand hanging in the air

"...T-tuna mayo." Hearing this causes Toge's eyes to widen.

"Tuna mayo? Sujiko? " Toge gestures to himself simply asking if can I actually understand him which I give a nod as I can after watching him and his friends for so long that I have learned a bit of it, wanting to understand him without a barrier between us when we do got the chance to talk I looked up the words he speaks and learned he specks in rice ball ingredients.

"Shake sushi." I confirmed that I can understand causing to slowly relax and allow me to reach out, I gently ruffled his hair making him blush a bit at the unexpected affection from me.

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[starsdailyjournal]

Journaling for my mental health as an epic scene girl (not clickbait) Day 1!

Today (sunday) I woke up at like 12:44 am or pm idkkkk but it was when the sun was up and like my dad had asked me to call him and since I have like ptsd I tweaked out but I brushed my teeth first because like I'm trying to get myself into the routine of doing that now. Anyway I called him and he just wanted me to like make my sister breakfast and put the food we made in the fridge but like he rlly freaked me out by just texting me "Call me when you wake up.". And he said he was getting us pizza which is now one of my least favorite things to hear from him (because of the c-a-l-o-r-i-e-s and because I'm really bad at expressing grattitude to him since we are sorta close (he is my bio dad I've known him all my life its complicated). But anyway I made my lil sister (10 yr old nerd) an awesome omelet with mozerela and sausage slices AND a cheese crust idk how to explain it basically I put cheese in a pan after I made the omelet and when it was still melty and not hard I put the omelet I already made on it and the I folded the whole thing when the cheese was cooked!! I bet it was yummy idk tho but anyway after that I scammed someone on adopt me (l-o-l) for like an fr panda, r sloth and nfr or nr hydra they got 20k rh diamonds tho soooo yk its fine!!! I was gonna scam sum more but like I got stuck trying to figure out how to use razer cortex (because royale high is so laggy on this dumb laptop) and I was stuck on that for hours legit untile dinner!! but while I was stuck on that my dad came home and gave me some chocolate which was nice but it also sucked because I CANT express grattitude its rlly hard for me bc I'm too grateful that I feel like if I tried to put into words the gratuity I feel I would spaz. BUT anyway I haven't eaten the chcolate yet (also its dark chocolate and if u dont fw dark chcolate ur ai generated) but I did eat 2 slices of this rlly oily garlic pizza for dinner just now! it was gross and I lowk cant stand that it's in my system (iykyk) but I can't do nun abt it BUT I am starting my fast rn and it should last this whole week!! So that'll make up for this but erm IDK ahhahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't like talking abt eating but this is an honest journal... Should I add TWs?? Bc I rlly dont wanna I be sleepy at night which is when I'll be typing these out. Omgeee also like I've wanted to go back to being quarantine level chronically online 4ever now bc I love doing that in the summer but my dad has parental controls on all my stuff (including this laptop) so I cant go on disboard n stuff to find online friends to give me entertainment n stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!! but I FOUND A WAY YALL!! I'm just gonna be ROBLOX chronically online tho I am a robloxian already (since 2018) I want to be one of those ppl who are always on it yk (thats why I was scamming today n trynna unlag royale high) SOOO when I'm not studying I'm gonna be scamming and trading in royale high and adopt me!!! Maybe I'll try n make sum friends but rn I'm focused on the games I'm already planning on getting my dp from starpets n I have a decent halo + ltbs on rh n all my dream stuff besides 1 set n 2 accesories!! so like I'm prettyyy good but I wanna get REALLY good like those ppl who have 5 owls and 8 parrots lolz! And I literally love roblox and everyone who plays it (besides anyone with brainrot humor ironic or unironic idc) everyone else are so cool!!! So like yea and I have 30 dollars that I'm prob gonna use on robux I might try n get headless bc my mom pays me to do computer science courses and my dad pays me half of whatever my mom pays me!! Honestly I feel like journaling is sm fun rn i love talking but nobody ever listens screaming into the cyber void is so fun!!! Also I'm gonna likeeeee eat my chocolate after I shower rn probs and then my fast starts!!! ALSO omg halloween is coming up!! I'm def gonna be a vampire! If anyone enjoyed my journal tell me what your gonna be for halloween!! Omg if my journal/blog gets big I would call the ppl who read it bats!! that would be sosososo cooool ANYWAY FOLLOW ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thenewdeadseascrolls]

Judges 15: 16-20. "Pegasus."

"Who controls the Jawbone, controls the world." This next section explains another aspect Ha Shem, called En Hakkore, "there is no bowl."

We think of God as "the Cherub of Sinai", we call Him Adonai and He is depicted as a God of Thunder and also a God of the Sun, but as Ha Shem He is none of these things. As Ha Shem He is not to be thought of only realized as the means for thought. Bereshit, the Talmud and the Upanishads all say God flicked a membrane between darkness and Light with a thought and the reverberations created all that can think and be thought of.

This next section of the Shoftim explains how far reaching these reverberating thoughts can be if they are poured out of the Sea of Ha Shem into the Jawbone, which the text says sits atop not a bowl but a soul. The Torah calls the water in the Sea Moses, "the Water of Freedom."

Moses is not for everyone. Only persons who yearn for the end of the Black Pillar "the ways people sin" and gather at the Gate of Egypt and Report the Shema can be as a vessel for the Water.

Sinai is not available to people that cannot imbide Moses, "to get drawn out, carried away, lifted up", specifically to have the urge to be sentient extracted out of a man who otherwise becomes a pawn in the struggle for survival on this world. One that needn't be nearly so competitive on a planet populated by people who are willing to be intelligent.

The water running over the jawbone then is synonymous with social pressure not to quote scripture like an idiot nor to use religion as a razer, but to become comfortable with the fact it says all men must free.

Samson, "The Bringer of Light" takes no prisoners in his proclamation made at Ramath Lehi "cheek cheater" with the donkey's jawbone and insists everyone has to get along. This is considered "cheating" because almost everyone on this planet wants the right to beat on other people for some reason. Tell them no, and they act like they are being cheated. This is ridiculous.

16 Then Samson said,

“With a donkey’s jawbone     I have made donkeys of them.[a] With a donkey’s jawbone     I have killed a thousand men.”

17 When he finished speaking, he threw away the jawbone; and the place was called Ramath Lehi.[b]

18 Because he was very thirsty, he cried out to the Lord, “You have given your servant this great victory. Must I now die of thirst and fall into the hands of the uncircumcised?”

19 Then God opened up the hollow place in Lehi, and water came out of it. When Samson drank, his strength returned and he revived. So the spring was called En Hakkore,[c] and it is still there in Lehi.

20 Samson led[d] Israel for twenty years in the days of the Philistines.

The tract says Samson was thirsty, which is equated with lovesickness. Even though he was victorious, not much changed. Man can be made to behave but not to be loving.

Love is volunteered, it is not enforced. Religion teaches us how to volunteer to be nice and good, the law expects us to but it is a failure if the culture endorses violence and oppression. So Samson led Israel during a time of incredible tension and humanity learned nothing because humanity never learned to pay homage to the Bringer of the Light, called Samson Ha Shem.

This means mankind has to impress upon itself both how to be free, not incidentally, but on purpose. This is done through the water on the jawbone, and also to be as proficient in the mechanical operations of civilization as well, without any tolerance for dissent or complaining about either one.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 16: He killed a thousand men. Why do a thousand men have to die? If they are assholes, they have to die. Of this there is no question.

The Value in Gematria is 9910, טטאאֶפֶס, tatapes, "reset."

=

Anyone who raises their hand against Israel must perish.

v. 17: He finished speaking. The Value in Gematria is 7031, זאֶפֶסגא‎‎‎, zapesga, "then go to pisgah", "to the summit of the water that binds it all together and makes it man's property."

The noun πηγη (pege) primarily describes flowing water (or "living" water in the Hebrew vernacular), as opposed to pools of stagnant water, and hence was indicative of springs, streams, wells, fountains; all that.

It appears to have started out as a generic term — Homer used this word always in plural; the streams; Hebrew too consistently speaks of מים (mayim), the waters — and later came to denote anything that flows (tears, milk, blood, light; which is actually rather striking, see our article on נהר, nahar), as well as the proverbial source or origin of anything. As the 6th century BC philosopher Heraclitus famously observed: everything flows (παντα ρει, panta rei).

The origin of our noun is a mystery, although it comes with several related terms, most notably the verb πηγαζω (pegazo), to gush forth, which clearly compares to the Hebrew verb גיח (giah), to burst forth, hence the name Gihon.

From the Greek verb comes the name Pegasus, meaning gusher-forth, although this name probably commemorated the πηγη (pege), spring, where Oceanus (the primordial world-river) had been born (Pegasus' father was Poseidon).

The mystery of our word's missing pedigree is to some extend solved by its obvious proximity to the Proto-Indo-European root "pehg-", which has to do with all things hard, attached and secure — hence the Latin pax, peace, and palus, stake (a small one was called a paxilus), and thus our English words fast, fang, pact, page, propagate, peace and pole.

But the mystery persists in the question why a root that means to be hard and secure yields a word that means flowing water.

The answer comes with the observation of the ancients that a living world depends not on the mere presence of water, but rather its flow: Genesis 2:6-7 declares the making of man contingent on the hydrological cycle (see for more on the hydrologic cycle our article on νεφελη, nephele, cloud), and all throughout Scriptures, rivers continue to represent entire civilizations (see our article on the name Tigris for more on this).

All this adds up to a cardinal truth of economic theory: before anything can flow, borders must be established. Before commerce can commence, property rights must be secured.

Before wisdom can be exchanged, languages must be formed. Consequently, wealth comes not from the presence of value but from liquidity and liquidity from borders: not from a stash of looted gold but from trade between willing partners (see our article on Abraham), not from a head full of horded knowledge but from conversations with peers.

The related noun πηγανον (peganon) describes a kind of herb (a rue called Ruta graveolens), which was planted on the edge of gardens to serve as borders.

That means that a ring of Ruta graveolens flowed around a garden like Oceanus around the κοσμος (kosmos), the world, like a winding rope that tied a bundle of branches together (the familiar fasces). The noun πηγμα (pegma) describes anything fastened; the adjective πηγος (pegos) means solid, strong or well put together (see next)."

v. 18. He was very thirsty= He was lovelorn. The Value in Gematria is 13048, יגאֶפֶסדח‎‎, igapesadh, "he was weary of the facade."

v. 19: Then God opened up a hollow place. The Value in Gematria is 10241, י‎בדא, "he will find out."

v. 20: Samson led[d] Israel for twenty years in the days of the Philistines. The Value in Gematria is 4062, ד‎אֶפֶסוב, diffushov, "Dip, breathe, and I will return."

Dipping confronts one fear one does not know what one is talking about. In spite of Samsons wealth, good looks and good manners, no one was willing to trust him when he said the world had to follow the Torah before it could rest on its laurels. We have stubbornly persisted in trying to be prosperous while we are trying to be violent.

Our politicians appear increasingly at a loss as to how to tone the world down, get it to surrender its weapons and motivations for war and gently farm the land, fish the sea, fuck, and live peacefully alongside other men and the remaining forms of wildlife.

Fortunately the world is still here. We can still breathe life back into it but the offer from God to restore the planet for us will not last forever.

The twenty years in the final verse are far too long for us to wait in the company of Philistines, we now know we do not have that much time. The Words of Moses in the Torah are meant to be acted upon with immediacy. As soon as they are understood, things must change.

[ask-underfazverse]

Lucifer desperately tries to protect everyone, but it's too late.

...another mistake, he has to take the blame for...

The sun rises earlier than usual. And it doesn’t look happy...

An eye rolls in front of the sun, glaring down at the nowhere mortals below. The sky opens up, as the stars grow closer. Millions of angels come into the plane of reality, and they begin slaughtering anyone that gets in their way, in a sloppy yet graceful way. Their movements are that of graceful ballerinas, but they run into walls and people, as though their dance is dragging them around.

They, too, slaughter men, women, and children indiscriminately, but they are mainly targeting the nowhere mortals.

Lucifer's heart beats faster, as he runs around aimlessly, the piercing gaze of the one he loaths loves cutting his skin as though he were running through forests of razers.

He feels guilt and self loathing swell in his soul, as he hears those cries again. This time, it's all real. Homes of innocent and sinful alike are burning to the ground, past and present blurr together in his broken, and frightened minx.

He screams, begging for both Gods to just hurt him. To hurt him, and no one else. It becomes unbearably hot, but the adrenaline in his veins makes him feel hotter, to the point where it's cold. It burns so much, it feels as though his blood has become shards of ice, skipping gas and plasma, only to end up back at solid.

The Mother and The Father. Both his enemies, but the other... he fears the sun more than the darkness. The order more than the chaos. The blood more than the stranger...

Father is angry again, and it's the black sheep's fault.

The multiverse is full of infinite possibilities...

Most worlds tend to connect through similar builds. Through stories, people, themes...

It's no surprise seeing a stranger to the multiverse. What IS surprising, however, was his condition. Covered in deep wounds, limbs twisted and torn, and he appeared to be drowning in his own blood by the time he was found. Holy weapons were embedded in his skin, and the flesh sizzled liked bacon around it.

He had red skin, gray hooves, horns that looked far too round and circular to have normally grown out of his head. His long pointed tail is covered in hand prints, and there are bones exposed out of his back. He lays face first in a pool of his own boiling blood, barely breathing or moving.

@ask-underfazverse

Cry’s come from the mass amounts of strangers, many just back away to cowedly to do anything, but a few step up, and begin to heal him. Mainly the younger, less evil Malak’s, a few Doug’s that are just simply concerned, and only one Bierce.

Dream Malak very hurriedly takes him to his hospital, with the help of the others.

[haveievermentioned]

K, L, and O

From here K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc? Hmm... The Cheating answer is Brigid Tenenbaum. I love her, but her arc finishes at least a year before the game begins. Maybe Razer from GLTAS. He gets introduced as a Red Lantern with death seeker tendencies and ends up deciding to live, to get over his pain, and help others. L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.): Axel has a good arc. O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of? Okay. Turned on Spotify and I had to flip through a few (instrumental or already tied to a major media property so it's biased." And it's... "I wanna get better" by the Bleachers. The frustrating thing is... I can't think of one. I went to a Bleacher's concert, this was the encore song and just... the sheer amount of pre covid "All of us are shouting it at the top of our lungs as the room is hot and vibrates and I will genuinely hold that it healed me from a months long issues with disassociation and then we spill outside and I was just asked to come due to me sulking about another concert and I almost said no but changed my mind" It's... vivid. And I'd really need to sit down and tally everyone to see who matches that because... I don't have anyone off the top of my head.

[leam1983]

The Dark Side

I hate Hewlett-Packard's PC division. I hate it with the fury of a thousand suns.

Long vent post. Logorrhea below. Clicky.

My go-to portable is 2022's edition of the Razer Blade 14. It's small, reasonably lightweight, it has an admitted paucity of ports, but at least two of them are USB-A 3.0. It's not terribly modular, but the hard drive is easily accessible and replaceable with any commodity M.2 or NVME solution you could think of. Thankfully, all the vendors that served as sources for the hardware are covered by Windows Update for drivers. The keyboard's the perfect size for someone like me who tends to stick his hands in one position near the Home row and that occasionally shifts up and down, and the Chicklet keys feel clicky, tactile and responsive. I can feel my typos as they happen, so I don't typically miss a lot of 'em.

Compare and contrast with what happens when a Boomer decides to buy a slab on the cheap. The HP CN000x "notebook" is a heaving monster that claims to be portable but that has the form factor of a Desktop Replacement, with seventeen inches of screen that more or less scream overkill for anything clerical. The keycaps are mushy and massive, they're spaced too far apart from one another to allow for comfortable muscle-memory typing or for sniping around your home row without looking down - and the Power button is somehow wedged between the F7 and F8 keys, all but guaranteeing that you're going to put your machine to sleep inadvertantly.

All of the above amounts to annoyances, however. What really gets me is what the vendor assumes to be entreprise-grade hardware and security features, when in fact it all amounts to a collection of bloatware and generally inexplicable features crammed at an entry-level price point.

Hardware-level encryption on top of the base TPM layer? She's gonna be fetching emails from her ISP's server and watching cat videos. Entreprise-grade offsite storage shoved in your face upon boot-up? I wouldn't give this shitty keyboard to anyone Corporate even if I actively hated a suit. Dedicated hybrid SSDs? We're in 2023, memory is dirt fucking cheap; there's no real excuse to be pushing spinning rust on someone who has about zero mass storage needs.

Then, there's the kicker: this is an HP laptop, and you cannot, in fact, simply flash a new OS on there and just expect it to recognize everything. You cannot, because the Live media you'll create also needs to receive driver packages specifically from HP in order for the rig to recognize its own hard-mounted and unremovable hard drives.

The only problem? Each fucking SKU has its own driver solution. You need to hit up HP's Support site, let it scan your hardware (rootkits, ew) and then narrow down its fuckjillion "matches" to the one missing driver file it has in its database. A driver file that doesn't, in fact, relate to those drives you're trying to format. A driver that relates to the equally-useless FC reader and that somehow also allows the hybrid drive to show up on the Drives list in a new Windows 11 install.

So, I found the driver, installed it, crossed my fingers... and it still didn't work.

Hunting online got me to see that while HP had shipped this particular line of 17-inch laptops with Windows 11, not all of the hardware was compliant with Windows installs that start at 22H2.

So, knowing I have some spare SSDs that won't throw a fit, I add one in. Zippo. This particular model only accepts proprietary parts. That's without mentioning how the four plus-sized Philips screws that held up the bottom plate were a lie, more or less promising some degree of accessibility only to expose a fucking moron's take on Apple's own closed-sourced engineering.

I mean, I have to hand this to Apple, at least - its hardware plans are graceful. Every PCB goes where it's supposed to and its connectors aren't unnaturally long in order to account for some oversight in general placement. There's no globs, no wasted space - and even if you're not supposed to, you get the sense that any sane person with a screwdriver can at least disassemble and reassemble your average iDevice without making too much of a mess.

HP? Fuck, HP is so concerned with being "helpful" that it buries base components you'd want to easily access - like the SSD or RAM - under a mess of daughterboards.

By this point, I'm on the verge of hunting down who sold that poor lady this hunk of junk and braining them with it. My one and only option is to submit to HP's in-built Recovery partition, which probably runs on the Devil's idea of soldered-on EMMC.

Flashing the SSD portion of a hybrid drive, on the 25th of July, 2023, on a reasonably modern processor and 16 GBs of RAM, took all of eight hours. Eight hours of waiting while Walt swallowed flies, as HP opted, in its infinite wisdom, to hack up Windows 11's installation wizard with a bevy of paid offers that obviously had to include a fucking McAffee antivirus trial. After digging, I realized I'd dodged about ten gigs' worth of bloatware.

Windows is running and so am I, as I'm the abomination's temporary Administrator, while I sort everything out. The second part of my woes is going to unfold tomorrow, as I have to explain to a senior citizen that Microsoft actually wanting to text its userbase to authenticate them at common access portals is actually normal. Couple that with the fact that she's so concerned with security that she's set in passwords consisting of Complete fucking sentences she hasn't bothered to note down anywhere, and restoring her accounts is going to be such a PITA I'm going to stop for schwarma after two hours.

Be a good Admin, if you can, and take a blowtorch to anything HP-branded that isn't a printer or a flat-bed scanner. Oh, and don't be afraid to remind tech-averse Boomers that if you aren't going to be taking this particular machine online and only need to fetch codecs and word processor downloads, then there's nothing wrong with having "123456" as an account password. They're not going to remember anything else anyway, and expecting them to make sense of alphanumerics or special characters in a password is a fool's fucking errand. They won't note it down properly and then they'll call you six months to a year later, complaining that their system is bricked.

Hewlett-Packard computers are bloated and heaving paperweights.

That is all.

[billloguidice]

Trying out the Giro Fixture MIPS helmet (https://amzn.to/3qg5RqG). Still not super stylish on my noggin, but the fit and airflow are great on this hot day. I also like using the Razer Anzu Smart Glasses (https://amzn.to/43kAtWS) for sun and audio instead of separate sunglasses and open-ear headphones. It's really its main use case and well worth the relatively low price. 

I'm at 500 miles of usage on my Rattan LF-750W eBike, and it's still holding up great. eBikes are truly the best thing to happen to cycling in a long time.

[alwaysspookypeach-blog]

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[zinogirl]

Ghaul’s speech before fighting him could be in elden ring

“Look upon me; Dominus of the Red Legion, Annihilator of Suns, Razer of a thousand worlds. Slayer of Gods and Conqueror of the Light! I am Ghaul! And I have become Legend.”