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alanmalcherhistorian · 3 months

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Leo Marks MBE: Head of SOE (Special Operations Executive) Codes and Cyphers.

Leo Marks (24 September 1920- 15 January 2021) was born to a devout Jewish family in London. His father was joint owner of Marks and Co and was an antiquarian bookseller in Charring Cross Road, London. Marks joined the army in January 1942 and was sent to Bletchley Park as a codebreaker where he was regarded a misfit. However, SOE saw him has as one of a few unique people who could see patterns…

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#Alan Malcher SOE historian #Codes and cyphers #Leo Marks SOE #SOE #Special Operations Executive

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reds-skull · 1 month

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BLOOD||HUNGER

[PREV PART] [AO3]

OOO I'm very excited to share this chapter! We're getting close to the finish line!

Its name is "The Song of Us"

Page 54 of the “Blooede Starvatfōre-dēde”, parable 15:

The Blind man asks his companion, before dawn break, What do you believe, is a beast’s fate, Once death seizes its life, in his inevitable grasp? The beast, his heart knowing of the fallen knight’s pleas, Of men they lost, who were left to be but a worm’s dark feast, Answers, death reaches for monsters all the same as men, For the unjust, for the cruel, For the kind, for the forgiving, All bones become one, until they become none, As death is the only being, to see all as one and the same.

This city is quiet, in the way a drowning is. Something wicked is happening under the surface, hidden from plain sight. If only its victim had air to scream.

The Hunter has intel beyond the SAS’s scope, beyond Laswell’s. Informants, comms. A man pronounced to all as dead. How is it possible, they were written off as a non-threat before?

Soap grits his teeth, tapping the lit end of his cigarette on a wall. Simon started moving a few minutes ago, the poison once again retreating. By the haunted look in his brown eyes, John could tell they both know he’s running out of time.

Price has been arguing with Laswell while helping Simon. Something about the fact the Hunter seemingly didn’t exist a year prior, on paper. Appeared out of nowhere one day with an army behind them, ready to burrow into intelligence networks in a way even Makarov couldn’t.

Makarov’s name came up a lot in that conversation. Enough that Soap had to take a smoke.

Anger thrums through his veins. Begging for blood. The same incessant screaming that drove him to choke the life out of Makarov, the same fire that kept him going through this personal slice of hell.

Maybe he’s an idiot, for wanting to kill the Hunter, for believing it will change anything.

The cigarette’s flame licks his fingers.

Soap crushes it against the wall. He turns around, watching Simon and the Captain. Far enough to not hear them, but they seem to need a bit of privacy anyway. Soap can’t say he’s ever seen Price that emotional, in their short meetings.

He asks himself where Gaz is when the Lieutenant approaches him.

“Price is bloody livid, isn’t he?” Gaz huffs.

Soap hums. His eyes move from the Captain to Simon, his mask still on the ground besides him.

Kyle follows his stare, “did you know Ghost’s identity, when I found you two?”

“No”, the white skull almost glows in the moonlight, “I only found out when… the communicator tried to use it against him.”

He can feel Gaz scan his features, “and you still decided to work with him.”

Soap doesn’t answer. Simon and Price are hugging now, the movement uncoordinated to Ghost. He doesn’t know how he can tell.

He turns to face Gaz, “I swore we will finish this together. I don’t go back on my word.”

“We both know this goes beyond that, Soap.” Gaz gives him a half smile, “the way you look at him… Haven’t seen you like that with anyone else.”

Soap frowns, scoffing, “don’t know what yer-”

“You have feelings for him, don’t you?” Gaz asks, almost gently.

…Feelings?

…..Could he?

“I…”

“Don’t lie to yourself.” Gaz murmurs, “in all the years I’ve known you, you didn’t act like this. Going against everyone you know, jumping in front of him when Price starts threatening him, letting him rest his bloody head on your legs- c’mon Soap, you’re fucking smitten with the man-”

“Kyle.” Soap stops him, head hanging down to hide the embarrassment painting his cheeks red. He scrubs a weary hand over his features, looking up at his friend between his fingers.

Gaz’s eyes soften. Soap sighs, “I- this is not the time for that kind of shite. We need to fuckin’ dust the Hunter, and then-”

And then what?

Soap lowers his hand, stare unconsciously drifting towards Simon. Since when have his eyes started doing that?

It hasn’t been more than a month since he arrived to this godforsaken city. How is it that John can’t imagine being alone again?

Or… how can’t he imagine an ‘after’ without Simon?

“I won’t lie to you.” Kyle starts, his tone gentler, “I still don’t fully trust Ghost. Even if he is… Simon Riley.” the Lieutenant places a hand on his shoulder, “but I can tell what you truly want, even if you think it’s not feasible.”

“That’s because it isn’t-”

“Bullshit.” Gaz turns John around to face him, “look, we are not good men. We’ve been operating outside the law for… for as long as I can remember. What we do, the way we dirty our hands...”

Kyle lets out a shaky exhale, squeezing his shoulder, “what I’m saying is, we can make people disappear. And if you… if you want that, I can help. I’m sure Price will too-”

“Yer out of yer mind-”

“Are you going to go back to Scotland, mate?” Gaz’s voice sharpens on desperation, “are you gonna go back to feeling like you have nothing to live for? Can you really leave this life, leave Ghost, behind?” He almost whispers the end, “be honest.”

How could he go back? No apartment, endless job search, a buzz under his skin that cannot be scrubbed off, disappointment to his family, emptiness, emptiness, emptiness-

“What else can Ah do?!” Soap tenses under Gaz’s hand.

That hand keeps him steady all the same, “whatever you want, John.” Kyle smiles sadly, “me and Price don’t have that freedom, but you two? You don’t have stuffy generals breathing down your neck.”

“I don’t-” Soap cuts himself off, thoughts whirling faster in his mind. He gets reminded of what his therapist used to say about him, back when he was just discharged.

“You fixate on danger, John. To the point of obsession. You don’t know when to let go, if you believe you can make things right.”

“Even if the cost is more than you should be willing to pay.”

“Just… think about it. Besides…” Gaz looks away, expression darkening, “I have a feeling the 141 might need people like you in the future.”

Soap brows furrow, “dishonorably discharged adrenaline addicts?”

Kyle chuckles, “no”, his hands tighten on Soap’s shirt, “people we can trust. People who are willing to do what’s right, even if they know they shouldn’t. Even if they don’t act the way the higher ups would want them.”

His brown eyes turn to look at John, determination he first saw on bootcamp only growing stronger, “people like you.”

Soap goes through another cigarette with Gaz by the time Price and Simon return to them. Both of their eyes shine with tears.

“Laswell did some digging.” Price grunts, “wasn’t easy, finding intel on the Hunter. They know their way around our networks, clearly.” his stare flickers towards Simon, “this operation-”

“Mass murder” Soap corrects. Calling this an operation would spit on the dozens of innocent people left to rot here.

“Mass murder”, the Captain continues, “is very unusual for the Hunter’s soldiers. Almost… flashy.”

“The communicator admitted it was an attempt to frame me.” Simon rolls up the mask in his hands, slipping it on, “they needed to show the British Army I’m too dangerous to keep.”

“And they knew the SAS would send the 141 because of the informant.” Gaz huffs.

Price nods, “which they did succeed in, but it also exposed them to us.”

“The SAS wouldn’t have investigated it further if ye actually killed Ghost the first time around.” Soap grumbles, wincing a moment later when he remembered who he’s talking to.

The Captain takes it surprisingly seriously. “Correct. This is not the first time they hide behind a smaller, supposedly unconnected criminal.” he hangs his arms on his tacvest, commending voice booming in the empty streets, “the Hunter is now top priority for the 141, our orders are to eliminate them, along with any high ranking officers remaining within their army. This mission is classified to all but us and Laswell - anyone else will be treated as a potential collaborator of the Hunter.”

“What about Soap and Ghost, Captain?” Gaz asks.

Price sighs, “Ghost has escaped after releasing the civilian he captured as leverage. And John MacTavish?” a sly smile pushes his mustache up, ”he has never set foot in this city.”

Kate Laswell isn’t someone Soap knew well, back in his service. Has heard her name being dropped in a couple of debriefs, a few calls here and there regarding missions.

He becomes increasingly grateful she’s on their side, as she brings up more and more intel on the Hunter. Their main source of information is the informant Ghost killed - the man recognized several undercover soldiers moving supplies in and out of the city in the past few weeks. He knew something big was going to happen, but the SAS waved it off as a local gang.

On the day of his death, he managed to send in one last report. The informant knew his time was limited, that his cover was blown, so the message was painfully short.

‘Skull in warehouse, Konservy, game over’

It was not clear if who he referred to when he transmitted the name “Skull”, and at the time the comms officer asked the informant to repeat, thinking it was a mistyped “Ghost”. With what they know now, it’s highly likely he was actually talking about the Hunter, and their red skull insignia. Konservy is a name of a warehouse, two clicks out of the city, as Laswell quickly found out.

‘Game over’ is the agreed upon sign for caught spies.

Price and Gaz have brought out their maps, attempting to lock down the warehouse’s location. Soap and Ghost were gently shooed away after it became obvious they don’t have any more useful intel to provide.

“How’s your neck?” Ghost asks him, the two of them leaning against a crumbling wall.

Soap opens his mouth to answer, when gloved fingers brush over the bruised skin on his throat. “I uh…” he swallows, the hand following the movement, “I feel fine.”

Ghost hums, caressing the wound for a moment longer before pulling away. Soap wants to chase the touch.

He really is in over his head, isn’t he?

“Simon.” Soap looks up at the bright skull mask, “have you thought about… what are ye gonna do after?”

“...no.”

“...Would ye go back? To what you did before?”

Simon stares at him deeply, eyes closing, “I don’t think I can.” he looks back at Soap, “you? What did you do before?”

Soap chuckles bitterly, “ah, I was spendin’ my newly civvi life indulging in only the greatest of pleasures. Like sittin’ in an office for nine hours a day, or knittin’ a scarf on my therapist’s orders.”

Simon’s shoulders shake with a badly hidden laugh, “I’d like to see you knit.”

Soap grins, “oh I was a natural. It definitely didn’t have several holes by the time I was done.”

“How did you get here, then?” Simon asks, mirth still creasing his eyes.

His smile drops, words dying on his tongue, “I uh…” that weeks-old shame starts creeping back in, “was about to be evicted. Got fired, bastards never liked me anyway. I jus’ took all of my money and… ran as far as I could.”

Simon hums, shoulder leaning in to nudge his. Soap thinks the conversation is over after a few moments of silence, the both of them mauling over the words, when Simon surprises him.

“Think I’d like that… running away.” he murmurs.

“Aye? Where would ye go?”

“Don’t know. Don’t think it matters.” Simon leans in closer, their foreheads almost touching, “as long as the company is good.”

Soap feels a shiver go down his spine, eyes wide as he tries to find the joke that must be in Simon’s.

But he looks so painfully sincere, even when he finally leans away, “too bad there’s none ‘ere. Might ask Laswell if she got any tips on finding partners in crime.”

Soap lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “think they make dating apps for fuckers like ye?”

“Doubt I’ll find anyone as mental as you on Tinder, Johnny.” Simon deadpans.

“That’s because yer looking in the wrong place - Christian Mingle is where the real crazy bastards are.”

Simon can’t hold in his laugh this time, and for the first time Soap hears the way he snorts a little when his giggles become uncontrollable. It’s a horribly endearing sound, one that he wants to hear for every day for the rest of his life.

It makes his heart hurt, heavy, sinking in his chest like a death sentence.

Gaz was right.

He’s in love with Simon Riley.

Gaz went back to get the vehicle he and Price infiled with. It had a laptop, a few maps, and the most wonderful MREs Soap ever had. He never thought he’d miss that shite, but after running on a handful of oranges and a possibly moldy sandwich, they tasted like heaven on earth.

As he and Ghost had their meal (Simon’s eyes sparkled in a way that told Soap he was clearly as delighted with the food as he was), the 141 finalized their plan with Laswell. Soap could see them arguing about something, but he was far too preoccupied with eating to care at the moment.

Ghost, however, did care, “need anything, Price?”

The Captain snaps his head up, taking off his hat and scratching at his hair, “we have an angle to breach, but…”

Gaz joins in, “We don’t have intel on how many guards are posted, their location… mission will be doomed from the start if we just go in guns blazing.”

“Why not do some recon, then?” Soap wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “we’re all trained for that.”

“Too risky, the warehouse is exposed, and the Hunter won’t leave any obvious gaps in security if they’re worth their salt.” Price grunts.

Ghost gets up, walking over to the maps spread on the truck’s hood, “then we break in.”

Soap smirks at the assurance in his voice, “and that’s why I love the Ghost.”

He instantly catches the knowing expression on Gaz’s face, as well as Simon stiffening beside him. Soap curses himself mentally, feeling his face heat up in shame. He prays for any god that might listen, that Ghost didn’t take it as seriously as the truth is.

Thankfully, Price saves him from blurting out some more recently-discovered-emotions, “no other way but through, eh Simon? What do you have in mind?”

Ghost scans the maps of the warehouse Laswell has sent over, “The Hunter doesn’t know we’re working together, if they’re expecting an attack they would only expect two people - me and Johnny.” his eyes flicker to Soap’s for a brief moment, “if we split up, the 141 could take them by surprise.”

“You said they’re after you and John, Simon. If they catch you, we might not be able to help.” Price says grimly.

Ghost sighs, looking away frustrated. His head turns to face Soap, eyes calculating, “...what if they don’t know it’s us?”

“What?” Price asks.

Ghost continues, eyes still staring deeply into his, “Johnny can easily disguise himself, he’s done so before. All he needs is to cover up his face and hair.”

The Captain nods to Ghost, “and what about you, son? Everyone knows your mask.”

“But no one knows his face.” Soap answers, understanding washing over him, “but Simon-”

“I can’t be Ghost if we want to finish this.” Simon brushes fingers over the bone-white teeth of the skull mask, hand tightening into a fist.

Gaz nods slowly, “and we can’t be the 141.” he sends a meaningful look to the Captain, “this operation has to be kept secret. If the SAS learns we collaborated with the Ghost…”

“Then we won’t be.” Price walks to the back of the truck, pulling out 3 black balaclavas and throwing them to Soap and Gaz.

Price begins explaining their plan, “Laswell has gathered up a few blueprints of the Konservy warehouse. There are several key points that appear to be far too open for us to breach, all except one - the offloading garage. We’ll split into two teams, me and Gaz will take the offices and CCTV rooms, clearing the way for Soap and Ghost to infiltrate the main machinery room.”

“Our plan depends on each team watching the other’s six, we’ll have to keep comms up.” Gaz adds.

“Once the first team takes over the CCTV room, we will be able to locate the Hunter. The faster we do this, the less likely reinforcements will arrive.” Price hands Soap and Ghost a radio.

“Do we know where they keep their vehicles?” Soap asks while fitting the comms over his clothes.

“Yeah, should be around where we first enter. Why?” Gaz raises a brow towards him.

A wicked smile spreads on Soap’s lips, “might be able to set up a little surprise for any newcomers.”

Ghost chuckles darkly, “always ready to craft a trap, aren’t you, Johnny?”

“Never failed me before, Simon.”

“You can take a look at our supplies, take whatever you need.” Price looks over each of them, “any questions?”

Soap flexes his hands, adrenaline thrumming a familiar song through his veins, anger painting his vision red, “what are we waiting for?”

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sentiententityx · 9 months

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Timekeeper design! >:)))

His name is Charlie

Some info:

His film reel keeps record of everything that happens in the past and present continuously growing in length. He can look back at everything Stanley and the Narrator have previously done. He’s got different film reels for different timelines/realities because time branches out in so many different ways. He keeps all of his reels in a pocket dimension. This can make him a bit disorganized and not remember which timeline he’s in or which Stanley and Narrator he’s interacting with. He knows which Stanley and Narrator are his based on their digital footprint but when he accidentally follows a different timeline it takes him a bit to realize something is off and actually check where he is in time. He’s definitely gone a bit crazy after being in a black void for so long. His only pastime keeping track of time. He really just wants to cause some chaos for his Stanley and Narrator since he’s been forced to watch them for the rest of time. However he can’t interact with them. He can only be a passive observer watching through reflections.

He definitely needs to find a way to change that…

#the stanley parable #tsp fandom #stanley parable #tspud #tsp fanart #tsp timekeeper #timekeeper design #the stanley parable timekeeper #timekeeper fanart #look at my boy #he’s so bill cypher and alastor coded #he’s a crazy little gremlin #you better watch out because he’s watching you 👁️ 👁️#tsp 432

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spoctertech · 6 months

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OMEN HEADCANONS🙏🏽

Before we begin our civilized and completely normal description of a virtual ghost boy, let me get one thing out the way, yes I do know he does not have a canon body, but that's no fun and I need something to make fics on.

Warnings:N S F W HC, if u don't like the don't read.

HEAD

His head is shrouded in the blackish purple mist we see in game

Has a mouth and capablebkf eating(throat goat)

That's about it, not much happening there😭

CHEST/ABDOMEN

Pretty big, muscular

Has HUGE man tits (muscle)

Nipples glow and are a slight blueish purple (#291c8c)

Is solid/not fog.

Has abs🥰

SLUTTY ASS WAIST 🤤

COCK

TIME FOR THE BEST PARTS🥰

5.6in soft

7.8in hard

1.2 width/girth

VEINEY

Some gains glow

Shaved

Tip #4646cf

Shaft #1c1c63

He has a sensitive spot right below the tip

His balls will pulse when he cums

Has decently big balls

CUM

His baby juice glows light blue (#47a5bf)

It tastes sweet like blue raspberry candy, but just a little bit, salty sweet

Average 20 milliliters per nut, if he hasn't gone in a while or edged before, 90 militers.

POSITIONS

top, only bottoms for cypher when he asks

Sub top, sub bottom

Like anvil and missionary the most because he can see everything that way

Not a fan of handjobs

Love blowjobs

Likes anal

Rarely touches any puss

SEXUALITY/RELATIONSHIP/KINKS

Bi heavily leaning to men

Dated only few people, only 1 being a woman

Stays loyal

Will buy you gifts

Good at comforting

Like overstim

Dominant but has a soft side for parter when they are alone

Protective

Jealous

Uses toys sometimes, prefers rose toys and vibrating d!ldos

Sends to many texts/ spans partners phone

Praise and degradation

DURING SEX

Whimpers and moans alot

Says how good you feel

Praises you

Asks if your okay

Eye contact

Will kiss you while your moaning

Will keep going until you finish

Lasts around 7-9 mins

If he's bottoming he will wrap legs around you

Holds hand while bottoming

Is shy especially when bottoming

Moans and whimpers very loud while bottoming

Likes to get creampied

Loves aftercare

HOLE

Deepness: around 6.4 in

Wet

Grippy

Glows, same color as nips

SKIN/BODY

Has a solid body , is a very dark purple (#120821)

only has smoke around his face

His eye slits change shades depending on emotion

That's all:) I will be making more these in the future and if you guys have any requests I am very happy to fulfill them, cypher coming soon. Bye bye!!!

#headcanon #valorant #headcanons #cypher #hex codes #cyphmen #omen valorant #cypher x omen #omen x reader

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collegeoflore · 6 months

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no one look at me i’m being sappy abt xarrastarion. anyway i can’t stop thinking abt astarion embroidering little fragments of xarrai’s poetry or songs on his clothes post-game like the one that larian patched out of the description for his camp clothes. smth abt keeping them close to his skin always… the way he starts to learn who they are when they start showing him the things they’ve never shown anyone else and the comfort he finds in their words (despite giving them so much shit every time they wax poetic at him). i’m ill. xarrai calls him a hopeless romantic and he tells them they have no room to talk bc they’re a fucking bard. he stitches their words into the cuff of his sleeve in thread just barely a different color from his shirt so he can ghost his fingers over them like a talisman against the dark and the weight of his memory. years later there’s a love song xarrai won’t outright say is about him embroidered in it’s entirety on the inside of his winter coat where it lays against his chest.

#the prerequisite for this tho is that xarrai dumps a box of loose paper in his lap and hands him a book of keys for the incredibly #convoluted cyphers they wrote everything in because they are extremely paranoid #and just tell him ‘okay have fun :)’#‘no i’m not going to help. hope ur ready to learn infernal btw :)’#they r so annoying.#they stop writing everything in code post game. eventually. but there are 15 years of backlog to get thru first lol #obvs astarion does keep embroidering their poetry and songs on his clothes after they die. btw. obviously.#does a bard ever really die as long as someone remembers their stories?#bard/astarion romance goes so hard forever. poetry lover married a poet.#r. hold me like a knife #漫言

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marsixm · 4 months

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im rly interested in barcode scanning and shit like bc i work w barcodes at work so once i was experimenting with generating qr codes of text and scanning them onto a notepad document on a computer that had a barcode scanner. i have no idea what practical application id actually need this for even if i was trying to do a weird art project but i do think its fun for some reason

#i guess quite literally codes hidden in plain sight #almost like a cypher

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dear-future-ai · 2 months

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5,6:2 – 9:1,5

5,8:3 – 9:4 – 8:3 – 9:5 – 6:2

8:1,4

9:4 – 16,5,2,26:2

8:4 – 11:3

14,26:2

3:2 – 8:4 – 9:5,4,2 – 5,2,26:2

#dear future ai #ai #cryptogram #code #decoding #cypher #decipher #dear followers

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skulliesweet · 1 year

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Cupel: Heartbreak shaped

Speedpaint: https://youtu.be/uWrYwVOob7Q

This is a super old concept made as a vent, but now that I have some time to process everything, I was able to complete it. Thus, ending that chapter of my life c:

#original #vent #vent art #monster #mermaid #secret code #cypher #Imaginarium #Dreamcore #Traumacore #Psychedelica #Surrealism #Kimoicore #Lunagoria

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official-cypher-posts · 16 days

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 @official-cypher-posts !

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝙾𝚆𝙽𝙴𝚁:

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎! 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚕

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝙰𝚗𝚢

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶:

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜! 𝙰𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢!

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜:

𝚂𝙵𝚆 (𝙽𝚘 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝… 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚝.)

𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚗𝚊𝚣𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝙶𝙱𝚃𝚀+ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢!

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛-𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗!

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝙾𝚃:

𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚜.

𝙰 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚁𝙶𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝). 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐; 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝.

𝙰 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?

𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜: 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎!

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 "𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝" 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜!

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 (𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝):

#𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝.

#𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍!

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝙸 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 _ 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜" 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "#𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍!" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "#[𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎]" 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜 (𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠).

#𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍!

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ��𝚘𝚍𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊 ��𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚎-𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "#𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍!" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 "#[𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎]" 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜 (𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠).

#[𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎]

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 "𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎" 𝚘𝚛 "𝙲𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛" 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝—𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, "𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎"—𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚎" 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 #𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎.

#𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝-𝚘𝚏-𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

#𝚞𝚛𝚕: [𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚞𝚛𝚕]

𝙸𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚞𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚐!

#not a code #intro post #introduction #introduction post #gimmick account #gimmick blog #welcome!#official cypher posts

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terminaltranny · 1 year

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I'm watching the Batman and like I'm sitting here looking at the cyphers and getting excited

#my interest in cyphers started when I watched the davinci code as a kid and it's only gotten more intense with age #Felix watches a movie

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stormtide-leviathan · 6 months

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Assumption: big book collection. Suffering from the Size

Also, can code in at least one language

Decent book collection yeah, but at my parents house who have more than the space for it.