#the parts that become unusable quicker..

[dannybobany]

Fnaf au where William figures out how to actually resurrect cc and then the aftons just have to live with that— not only is cc undead now but dad is freaking victor Frankenstein !! (like, literally, I imagine William discovered how to harvest remnant from recently deceased corpses rather then killing anyone himself, thus the mci doesn’t happen and Charlie doesn’t die either)

They just have to pretend this is normal and fine

#I imagine it’s especially awful for cc and Micheal I mean #think about how odd that is for cc #most of him are the original parts but many internal organs had to be replaced #the parts that become unusable quicker.. #he looks the same on the outside but he knows the difference. he knows something is very different #furthermore he wouldn’t age normally #if he ever wanted to look older he’d have to add new parts.. new bones and skin #and I imagine that’s a disturbing prospect for him so he’d avoid it at all cost #trapped in an unageing body for presumably eternity #and then theirs Micheal #while the whole family grieved Michael’s grief was in tandem with guilt #he killed his brother- it’s his fault this happened #but then he just.. came back.. as if it didn’t happen? how is Micheal supposed to be ok with that #how can you ever reverse the death of someone in your mind when you’ve already lived the grief? #I wonder how this would effect Williams relationship with his family #Clara I’m sure would be upset with him for not telling her #like he was digging up corpses and experimenting with forces beyond human comprehension #and he didn’t think for even a second “maybe I should tell my wife??” #she’s worried she’s not getting the full story- that’s it’s worse then he’s telling her #and I think Williams relationship with his kids would change too #Elizabeth could go either way but maybe she’d side with him #she in her naivety would believe that it’s a good thing #cc is alive! isn’t that what matters? didn’t you miss him? aren’t you happy he’s back? #I’m gonna cap this here #I’ve been going on too long

[whimsicalpoet44]

Does Saturn really hate us? Thoughts from a Cap Rising.

If you're in the astrology community, you've probably heard a lot of discourse about Saturn and how tough of a planet it is. Many say it's the planet of limiting beliefs, how you give and get revenge for maltreatment, and where you receive your toughest lessons. Which isn't wrong, but I think Saturn gets a bit of a bad rep.

Saturn is there to help you. He assists in identifying the parts of our lives that we struggle with the most. Saturn is there to protect you. Saturn holds you to your highest potential. He sees all that you have the capability to become and he pushes you to get there. By any means necessary.

Saturn ruled signs and people with heavy Saturn placements (Capricorn and Aquarius) are pushed slightly harder than everyone else. Think of them like the older sibiling that's holding the family together. Heavy Capricorn and Aquarius placements aren't held to the same standards as the rest of their family (maybe with the exception of Pluto, but that's another topic for another day).

You get what you give

When Capricorn and Aquarius placements harm others, Saturn makes sure that he holds them accountable. It can seem harsh, but from a young age, people with Saturn placements usually learn quickly to live from a set value system to avoid turmoil.

In the reverse, Saturn placements receive quicker vengeance from Saturn if someone harms them. If you mess with Caps or Aquas, be prepared to receive a visit from Saturn. And soon.

If you're ruled by Saturn, then you've probably been accused of hexing a person after they did you wrong. Typically, this is because their life will fall apart bit by bit until Saturn has decided the act was repaid in kind. Saturn always looks out for his children.

So, is Saturn the villain?

No. He isn't. But he does demand attention. If he sees unused potential inside of you, he's going to make you use it. Look to the house and the sign ruling it to determine what that potential may be.

What form will vengeance take for those that do us harm?

You can usually tell how someone's life will be affected when they cause you harm by looking at the house their Saturn placement is in.

1st House: Self, identity, appearance, attitude, first impressions.

This can look like someone having an identity crisis, spilling their coffee on their shirt the day they're supposed to present that power point at work, having a negative change in attitude about life which shifts their perspective, or they may leave bad impressions on the new people they meet.

2nd House: Money, work, income, daily routine, material possessions

They could have troubles with their finances unexpectedly, they may get demoted or struggle to keep up with their work duties, their bank account could lock on a trip and prevent them from accessing it, their daily routine could be thrown off from an unexpected event, or they could break items that are important to them.

3rd House: The mind, thinking, communication, sibilings, social activity, neighbors.

This person could begin to feud with their neighbors, began fighting with their sibilings, experience issues with electronics or forms of communication, be excluded from social activities or stop going to them on their own accord, or they can be troubled with overthinking. They may also end up on the receiving end of lies from those they care about

4th House: Home, neighborhood, hometown, family, self-care, emotions, mother, children, femininity

This person may struggle with feelings of hopelessness. They may struggle with seeing the way out of a bad situation. They can struggle with lack of emotional support, poor self-care practices, trouble with their childhood or their mother, and they could even be battling their own wounded divine feminine energy (we all have masculine and feminine energy).

5th House: Romance, love, affairs, play, creativity, joy, self-expression.

They may have their creative work judged harshly or have a hard time navigating romantic endeavors. They may have their joy taken from them or they could have a form of their own self expression ripped away. Instead of self expression causing peace, it could humiliate them instead. They may struggle with their confidence or they may find it difficult to connect to their inner child.

6th House: Health, fitness, systems, pets, work habits, organization, services, feeling useful.

If they slack off at work or take credit for a project you accomplished, they may find themselves demoted or criticized by your boss. Their system of organization could be a victim to the consequences of their wrongdoings. They may struggle with the confidence at it relates to their job or any services they provide others.

7th House: Relationships, marriage, contracts, business partners, interpersonal style.

They may encounter struggles in business agreements or among business associates. They may experience a change in relationship status that they weren't expecting. They could have contracts fall through or business deals might not work out. They may even experience a crisis regarding their fashion decisions.

8th House: Intimacy, shared finances, inheritance, taxes, loans, assets, property, goals.

This person may have trouble connecting with others emotionally or romantically. They could have disputes on inheritances or may receive a bill from the IRS about taxes they didn't pay. Their goals can fall flat and any assets they have may be subject to criticism or legal matters.

9th House: Travel, wisdom, philosophy, higher education, law, religion, learning ethics, cross-cultural relations.

Someone that tries to harm you may find themselves caught up in an existential crisis. They may be questioning their faith, their values, their ethics, and even their perspective of how they view the world. They may end up in legal troubles or their grades may suffer if they're enrolled in school.

10th House: Career, long-term goals, status, reputation, public image, masculinity, fathers, fame.

If a person treats you wrong, they may soon find their reputation being called into question. They may struggle with achieving goals that once came easy to them. They could struggle with the career trajectory and the positive influence their name once held may disappear.

11th House: Groups, friends, social awareness, humanitarianism, technology, hopes, wishes for the future.

Friend groups may dissolve. They could be kicked out of their friend groups. They may struggle with understanding how they fit in socially (note: this would not be due to autism or neurodivergency. This would be for a person that once knew their social standing and then suddenly didn't after experiencing a falling out with friends.).

12th House: Endings, healing, closure, spirituality, solitude, old age, afterlife, limiting beliefs, subconscious.

They may experience nightmares or an opportunity may be taken out of their reach. They may struggle to find closure and experience more limiting beliefs than they were before.

Note: this is just how it may present. It doesn't mean this exactly how it will present. Just giving examples.

#astrology #astrology observations #saturn in houses #planets #zodiac signs #capricorn #capricorn rising #aquarius

[weaper-reaper]

Eventuality Pt.7

Final Part 1, 2, 3+4, 5, 6

CW: Smut, Fluff, Angst, belly bulge, creampie, dirty talk, cunnilings, size kink, other dirty nsfw shit im sure. WC~3500

We stumbled back into the barracks away from the cold density of the night behind us. Emotions strung, frayed to the tips of our nerves. Electric shocks pricked up my back where Konig’s body pressed up into mine, urging me quicker down the hallway- his long legs unused to traveling at such a slow and torturous pace. A new kind of nervousness settled itself sharply between the joints of my ribcage as we crossed over the threshold to the front room of the small building. Something was off. 

Cedar and tobacco wafted through the hallways, it singed the inside of my nose and invaded the dry itchy depths of my throat. It wasn’t the anxious anticipation that pulled me away from Konig- it was Price. He sprung a hand out of whatever hole he hid in and jerked me by the bicep into his small office room. Konig dangerous entirety filled the frame of the doorway out behind us and blocked any light or peering eyes from seeping through. If he wasn’t his superior- I shuddered to think how he might have reacted. 

“Woah wha-“ I yelped in surprise before being tossed into a foldout chair. 

“Wait here.” Price's gruff voice held no real room for argument, so with a wary glance back over to Konig I shut my mouth. 

Smacking a hand over Königs broad shoulder, he ushered the two of them back out into the hallway, door creaking shut behind them. My thoughts raced, had someone seen us just now? ‘That’s it’ I decided, ‘Price is going to disband my practice and then murder me so I don’t retaliate.’ 

But he was back in the room within the minute, alone. I kept stealing glances back into the hallway thinking Konig was going to round his way back in. He didn’t. 

“What’s this all about, Price?” I asked, sitting up straighter in the chair and trying to seem as innocent and unlikely as possible. ‘No I definitely wasn’t just sucking one of your team members off behind the cafeteria.. don’t believe everything Soap says.’

“How’d you like a promotion?” 

It caught me off guard, my mouth hung a little agape and I squinted my eyes to see if he was lying or if it was some joke I didn’t quite get. 

“This isn’t home base, you know.” He began, as if that cleared anything up and leaned a shoulder against the wall in front of me. The cigar hung loosely between his lips, and the smoke made the room- and my eyes, go hazy. 

“I thought you didn’t want me out on the field?” I questioned, testing the waters of where our relationship stood. Last we really talked, he’d sounded disappointed in me for almost screwing the whole mission up. Which wasn’t really a surprise, seeing how Soap getting shot was completely my fault after all . 

“You do good work,” he complimented. Okay there was the surprise. “And you wouldn’t be out on the field anyway, but you’re the only one who knows my men. You’re good with them.” He said with full confidence as if I really was. 

I sat back a bit, strangely dejected by the offer. Besides a small handful- like a really really small handful, I hadn’t even made much of an effort to have a relationship with any of the others from 141. Besides Konig, Soap was the only one I had become relitivly close with, save for what some of his more stupid antics might suggest. I suppose Ghost’s warmed up to me as much as he was capable of- though I blame that on his gratefulness for patching up his previously mentioned partner. 

Then it made sense to me. Price didn’t have anyone else to ask. 

The last standby-medic seemed to have left things in such a hurry and half-done state, who knows what really happened to them? And because I knew too much about Specgru’s task force, it’s not like I could just retire and leave. No, I’d never be able to up and leave now- I’d either go AWOL or die here. 

Or die here. 

Then it made sense to me. 

Being requested by name, the effort they took to get me here, the mess with the lack of files and history that was left, my dad's sudden disappearance. Price knew him. Knew me. 

I raised a hand to the pocket where his photo didn’t sit. 

“You think this will make up for it..” my voice turned sour, unrecognizable to even me. “You were his captain.” I whispered out. 

Price nodded with conviction, the action like an admission of guilt- which it might as well have been. He took a drag of his cigar, the scent was seedy and seemed to only fuel my emotions. If he hadn’t been gone for years already, I would’ve almost let them run rampant. 

“Your old man was a hero.” He spoke softly, as if the anger boiling through my blood didn’t mean anything to him. 

“He-

“He was a father!” I shouted suddenly and stood, the metal chair clanged out from underneath me. “He was my father and you were his captain!” I don’t know why I stated the obvious again, like saying it out loud wouldn't make it any more real to me. Like I could scream loud enough and wake myself up from this dream-realization. 

“And you were supposed to protect him-

“Watch your mouth, kid!” He shouted, demeanor flipped. He scolded me with a point of his finger, cigar forgotten as it dropped to the floor. “Fuckin’..” he drawled out annoyed, bending over to pick it up and toss it on his desk with a heavy sigh. 

He turned and eyed me from over his shoulder. 

“I did everything I could, but there’s always someone who has to get dirty. That’s the job, kid.” 

I left before he’d even finished, letting the thick door slam in my wake. 

Tears didn’t brim in my eyes like I thought they would, and the grief I’d felt so long ago didn’t really rise up into my chest like it always had. There was just a silent and stale anger lingering over all the bones in my body. My skin was hot, and my fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, there were no breaths I could inhale that reached deep enough. 

I made it maybe three steps from my door before he was there, cocooning myself into his larger than life embrace. Konig shuffled us into my room and before I knew it my boots were off and we were crinkling my sheets, limbs tangled. He held me like that- my head resting on his chest, his hands playing with my fingers, until my breathing grew even and the pressure in my head dissipated. 

He kept inhaling through his mouth, in little gasps, like he was trying to find something to say. I rolled closer to him after a while, tipping my head up and fingering at the ripped holes on his mask.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled with a weak smile. “Everything's fine, I’ll tell you about it later. Okay?” 

“Later..” he mused thoughtfully like he wanted to continue, bright eyes searching mine. 

“Mmm.” I hummed and perked up to place a soft kiss on his chin over the mask. His stare held mine like they were itching to say something, and he shifted to hover above me. 

“What is it, König?” I asked, concern lacing my voice. He pressed his body closer to mine, and twisted a hand over one of mine, leaning the most of his weight on one side. 

“There’s some things I need to tell you, Maus.” His eyes drifted over to our hands- mine grew sweaty, and my heart began to race all over again. 

“Wh-“ I began, but he started before me. 

“You make my heart beat,” He confessed, low like it was a half breath or a whisper. Eyes trained on the skin of my nails, “You make my blood pump,” his voice was weak and his words trembled their way through his lips. “You make me lose control of myself, Liebling.” 

His hands shook around mine, and his eyes seemed to look everywhere around the place where I lay except my face- as if the moment he looked at me he’d never be able to form the right words. 

After a thick moment and a heavy breath he pulled at the hand he held and set it over the cloth on his face, pinching my fingers together and letting me drag it down over his skin. He was pale, and the lightest of freckles dotted the tips of his cheeks and forehead. The sight of him immediately made me swoon. This was him, and now I’d never be able to unsee it. I wanted to burn his face into every inch of my irises. I let my fingers dance over the bone of his nose, and it wrinkled under me when he scrunched it. Unused- probably- of letting anything but his mask touch it. 

I couldn’t really tell what color his hair was, in the dark of my room but it was light and cropped short, the tips barely fringing in curls over his forehead. A couple scars littered around the corners of his face, one in particular near his mouth drug up and twitched under the muscle there. 

“König..” I whispered and he finally let his eyes meet mine, they crinkled in the corners, and my stomach erupted in butterflies when he finally smiled above me. Crooked teeth and twitchy nosed. 

“Your German has gotten better.” He praised gently. Genuinely happy I could pronounce his name properly now. 

“I had a good teacher.” I pruned back, pulling his face down by his jaw to kiss him eagerly. Reaching for the comfort that only he had been able to provide. 

God how every part of me ached for the sweetness of his lips. His body untensed under my touch, and I slowly began to pull bits of our clothing off. His shirt.. my jacket.. his belt.. His body grew heavy over me, and I welcomed it. It was like an extra secure, six foot ten weighted blanket. I willingly let myself fold under him as he pressed into me. In no time our kisses grew intense and we were both pulling away to gasp for air. I tangled my hands in his hair and he moved to trail his mouth down the curve of my jaw, his hands wandered and slid down my body. I twitched when he ticked over sensitive parts, inching my thin shirt up and over my arms. 

He groaned, “I am in agony, little mouse. I need you, can you feel what you do to me?” He slotted his hips down into mine, the stiffness in his pants lined up perfectly in between my thighs and I couldn’t help the needy-sounding whine that followed. 

“The sight- the smell of you.. Scheiße, Liebling.” His touches became desperate, nails pricked against the soft of my skin and his calloused knuckles scraped down my waist. He slipped so easily in and out of German it made my head spin. 

I tugged at the fly of his zipper and he kicked them off as soon as they were loose, raising up off my body to slide mine down too. A pile of our mixed clothes formed over the dirty floor. His cock slapped up against our abdomens, it sat heavy and hot and wet between our bodies. I bucked my hips up against him- encouraging all the noises I could out of his raspy throat. His voice was muffled against my collarbone again, while he nipped at the skin there. I shuddered. 

“Please, let me taste you.” 

I bit at my bottom lip and nodded, holding eye contact with me and he licked and nipped down my body. Blatantly leaving marks and bright red bites as he went. He slipped his body down until it was completely off the foot of the bed and was kneeling on the floor. I hesitated for a moment but ultimately couldn’t feel bad for very long. 

His strong arms yanked me down the bed to his face, pulling the sheets up behind me; and my thighs snapped close over his head when his warm mouth instantly found my clit. He settled one large hand over my hip and stomach, fingers long enough to tease me while his tongue lapped up and down my folds. His other hand dug into the fat of my thigh, encouraging me to ride and grind up into his face. And I did so enthusiastically, chasing my rapidly approaching orgasm. 

He released my thigh, and sunk two digits into me, curling up immediately and rubbing harshly against the bundle of nerves that sat below my belly button. I moaned a mess of his name and curses. Suddenly it was like the room turned hot and my brain became fuzzy. 

“F-fuck König.. I’m already, I’m so close..” 

He found my clit again, and sucked at the flesh around it, three fingers scraping and rubbing the inside of my gummy walls. I trembled above him, and the cot shook- although I quickly realized he had his hand down underneath the frame of the bed, jerking himself to the movements he made his fingers mimick. 

Fuck that’s hot. 

“Wait!” I cried suddenly, pulling away. König stopped immediately, eyes flashing up to mine with eyebrows furrowed in worry- afraid he had hurt me. 

“I want to cum with you inside me.” I blurted out, too lust-drunk to even be embarrassed about what I was saying. I needed him. He hesitated, but rose up again to crawl over me, and I latched my legs around his hips, pulling him down against me. 

He kissed me again, and I humped up into him pathetically. Trying to maneuver his long torso lower so that he’d rub up against me properly. He chuckled a little at my desperate attempts to slide him inside of my slippery cunt. 

“Don't you want me?” I whined. 

“So fucking badly.” His whispers were harsh, and he let the tip of his fat cock notch against my entrance. I clenched and his grip bruised my hips in an attempt to steady me. It was silent while he pushed in until it started to burn and stretch, the both of us holding our breaths for any slight noise of uncomfortability from the other. 

A high pitched whine left me when he brushed against that spot in me again, and I felt myself tighten around him. 

“Maus..” he choked out, rubbing up and down my sides trying to soothe my body loose, “You keep p-pushing me out.” He fumbled over his words and I let my hips fall open in an attempt to relax. 

“Sorry,” I mumbled, throwing my body deeper into the mattress. “You’re so big I can't-“ I sighed and bucked my hips up suddenly, sliding him further into me. Groans from the both of us followed as he bottomed out into me, his heavy balls practically slapping against my ass. 

He cursed in German some more and I had to pry his hands from their death grip on my hips- so he opted on holding my palms flat down on each side of my head. 

He lowered his face and let his nose brush up against mine, lips barely even touching, “Can you feel it, Maus? How much my body craves yours?” 

I swallowed thickly and my core squeezed him in taut, the muscles in my lower stomach nearly cramping. I let my head fall to the side, avoiding his gaze as a new heat flushed up over my chest and neck. My wetness was clearly evident over his chin, and I shut my eyes tight. 

“Maus..” he teased, flexing his cock inside me, a moan escaped. “Please look at me.” I shook my head. 

“It’s too much.” 

“Too much?” He asked, and began to pull out. I sighed, and quickly grew the feeling of emptiness. 

I pulled him in again with my legs wrapped around his middle, slotting his hips right back down into mine. We both felt it as his head kissed the entrance of my womb. My head tossed back, and he removed a hand to place it over my stomach- up high where he sat inside of me. 

I heard him huff through his nose in a slight laugh, so I opened my eyes to peer down at where he was looking. There was a slight bulge just below my belly button. I gasped. 

“That’s not what you think it is, König.” I mumbled. 

“No?” He asked, reaching for my hand to place it under where his sat. 

“What is it then, Liebling?” He teased, pulling out and pressing down just enough that I could feel it under my palm when he pushed back in. 

“Oh fuck..” I whined, throwing my head back as he began a slow and steady rhythm. A deep rhythm that stretched me as deep and wide as I could possibly go. 

Groans and a wet slapping sound steadily began to fill the room. 

He pulled back once more to push my thighs up to my chest, almost folding me completely in half he tucked his palms under my knees. 

My muscles tensed as my orgasm approached me all over again. Konig pressed down over my folded body to smother me in rough and face paced kisses, mirroring his sloppily growing thrusts until he was rutting into me- shoving my womb up into my stomach. 

“Konig.. konig..” I cried, “Please,” 

“I know, Maus. Me too.” He grit out, teeth clenched and fingers digging into the sides of my knees. He dropped them then, and hoisted me up into his arms like a ragdoll, jerking up into me and holding me as close as he could. My arms wrapped around his face, and my legs hooked together at the ankles behind his back. 

His breaths grew rabid and his voice cracked when he spoke, “Where-

“In.” I half-shouted, half-moaned. “I have an IUD. In, I want to feel it.” 

His fingernails dug into the skin of my hips as he pulled me down one last, rather rough, time. And I came undone, spilling all over him. The waves coursed through me and Konig came under me with a guttural groan, letting my own orgasm milk his right through him. He huffed, sweaty head pressed into the center of my chest as we took out time riding out our pleasures. 

His warmth seeped down out of me, I could feel it dripping down the inside of my thighs. He didn’t press up into me so roughly anymore, but the sheer size and thickness of him still stood upright and deep inside of me. We both sighed after a minute, and he layed back-down onto the mattress with me uptop of him. Still plugged up inside of me and twitching every few minutes. 

“Thank you, Maus.” He giggled after a moment, face buried at the hair on the top of my head, a loopy grin settled over my face. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to. I let my smile mimic his own. 

It faltered after a second, his own emotional mask falling away. 

“You okay, König?” I asked again that night and he kissed me so incredibly deeply before he answered. 

“It’s KORTAC,” he paused, eyeing me for any indication or sudden movement. His eyes held regret, “They're sending us back to Germany.” 

My breath caught in my throat, and I raised a hand to push myself upright off his chest. He slipped out of me with a wince, but he wrapped an arm around me to keep me close, the other wiping stray hair at my cheek away. 

“Germany?” I questioned, slightly stunned. 

He nodded, face falling. I racked my brain for a second. 

“That makes sense,” I said, “Price offered me a job, back at home base.” 

He eyebrows rose, then read over my expression and they quickly fell again. 

“Liebling.” He choked up, pulling me into him and rolling us over so he was smothered over me again. “My beautiful, sehr schön, little Maus.” 

Then it clicked in my overworked brain, SPECGRU and KORTAC. 

SPECGRU and … KORTAC 

And. 

Their joint mission. Price wanted me back with him at his home base, wherever that may be. And König was going back with his team. To Germany. 

“What will you do?” He asked, hovering over me slightly and covering me in kisses like it was the last time he’d ever taste my skin. 

Because it probably was. 

I lolled my head to the side and glanced at the photo that sat wilted and sad on the floor. 

A younger version of myself stared back at me, tucked safely in my dad's arms. He looked over at my kid form with those warm, inviting eyes. 

I mumbled weakly. “I have no choice, do I?”

#Konig #Konig smut #Konig call of duty #Call of duty #COD Smut

[sniperjade]

The Sounds of Us

The change that overtakes Remus every month is getting worse. His body is ragged. The days leading up to and afterword are exhausting. He can't keep this up. He is starting to get desperate when he finds something unexpected. In a corner of Hogwarts, deep in the abandoned section of the castle someone is playing music.

It is a godsend. It soothes and comforts the wolf giving Remus the peace he so desperately craves. He needs it like he needs nothing else and will do anything to keep it.

Remus dragged himself along the empty corridor. Every part of his body was sore. The change felt like it got worse every time. His bones more brittle. His skin thinner. It now took him almost a full day to feel like a human again, and on, the days before, he felt more like the wolf than himself. That voice constantly in the back of his mind colouring his thoughts.

Now that he had company, the nights were no longer so harrowing, but he was still bitter that the others recovered so much quicker. Their transitions were a matter of magic, not a curse that inflicted as much pain and hurt that it could. He was left to wander the castle like a ghost. Stumbling to and fro. Hiding from other students. Gryffindor was out of the question lest someone wonder why he was absent from class and took an interest in his condition.

On that fateful day he was exploring the abandoned parts of the castle in the level’s underneath Ravenclaw Tower. The birds tended to avoid it, preferring to brave the chaotic stairs and impending death. He had always thought that being highly intelligent would make them fear death more. Instead, the higher curiosity levels made them more accident prone and careless than even the clumsiest of first years.

He had been roving for a while before he realised, he could hear music. There were pockets of it here and there around Hogwarts from the various half-bloods and muggleborns who had brought in their portable radios. Gryffindor housed a wind-up gramophone that Remus had brought in himself. His father had helped shrink it and the records down enough so that it fit in his trunk. It had become a popular feature of the common room, muggleborns and half-bloods bringing in their own records to share. They now had quite the collection.

The majority of the castle, however, was not musical. You could hear the occasional student singing along to a song they liked but with the magical community’s resistance to muggle technology actual recorded music was almost unheard of. The Slytherins looked down on the garish sounds coming out of the portable radios. There had been numerous occasions of hexed students and cursed devices. It was one of the many issues he has had to deal with as a Prefect.

This was different. It wasn’t the brash sound of rock and roll or the smoothness of jazz. This was older, softer, and more sombre. He felt drawn to it. The wolf instantly soothed by the melody. He tried to walk toward the sound, his feet dragging like pieces of lead as he tested corridor after corridor using the volume as a guide. Finally, deep in the unused portion of the castle, he found the door where the melody was lingering.

The last strains of the notes faded into silence as he pressed his ear to the wood. There was shuffling and the echo of footsteps on the stone floor. He heard the plucking of a string, the solitary note quavering as it found true pitch, then another and another. After a time, the music began again. Remus pressed flat against the door. The wolf inside diminished even further. Its presence contented, almost slumbering.

Remus shivered. It was the first time all day that he had felt like himself. In control. Looking around the dim corridor he noticed a window recess with stone seating and heavy curtains falling on either side of the gap. Ducking in, he pulled them closed and curled up against the glass. His eyes were heavy and drooping. His body giving up after wandering for so long and, after a time, he fell blissfully asleep.

Continued on Ao3...

#Remus Lupin #Regulus Black #hp fanfic #hp rare pair #fanart

[anomalyhqs]

did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called MAY SAILEE, but they kinda remind me of CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (TEN LEE) — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another 25 year old in their FIRST year of some MASTER'S DEGREE IN HISTORY, but wait ‘till you hear about their BLOOD MANIPULATION ! nifty, huh ? probably good to know, especially ‘cause i heard they’re HOUSE PULGASARI’s new VICE CAPTAIN ! they’re pretty COMPOSED on nullivi, but you should watch out for their INSENSITIVITY just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the YELLOW HALL. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me !  ༊*·˚

—— WELCOME, STUDENT! PLEASE SEE OUR STUDENT HANDBOOK.

blood manipulation: is a supernatural ability that allows an individual to control, shape, or otherwise manipulate blood. it is an ability that may can use to influence blood, whether it’s his own or that of others. he exerts control over the fundamental life force within veins, arteries, and capillaries, allowing him to perform a variety of feats.

​​​blood bending: this power includes the ability to manipulate blood outside of the body. may can move blood within his environment, shaping it into various forms or using it as a tool. examples include: creating weapons, barriers, or intricate patterns.

blood empathy: this power provides may with a unique connection to the emotional and physical states of others through their blood. he can sense emotions by attuning himself to the subtle changes in the blood. blood empathy does not provide him with the ability to read minds, he acts as a sponge more than anything else, soaking up the feelings of others.

blood link: this is a connection between two individuals through the exchange of their blood. this goes beyond the physical realm and into the psyche, connecting emotion and mind. the act must be deliberate and cannot be done without two consenting parties, one of which being may.

LIMITATIONS

visibility: may can only manipulate blood when blood is visible, meaning through wounds, sickness, etc. without visually seeing blood, he can’t do very much in terms of blood-manipulation. in addition to this, may needs to be within the line of sight of those he is performing his blood manipulation on.

energy drain: performing blood manipulation is extremely draining to the user. the more complex the manipulation is, the more draining it becomes. this limitation prevents may from using his powers excessively without consequences.

resistance: put simply, some blood is easier to manipulate more than others. this comes down to genetics, unique anomalies, and even special training to counter blood manipulation. may cannot manipulate the blood of all people on the same wavelength.

(blood-bending) : water: to use blood-bending effectively, may ensures the blood he uses is less coagulated than normal, because of this, blood dissolves far quicker in water and oftentimes is deemed unusable. along with this, if blood may is using comes into contact with water, the osmotic pressure causes the red blood cells to expand and rupture their cell walls.

(blood empathy) : proximity: may needs to be within close proximity to people to feel their emotions through his blood empathy. if he strays away from people, the less he’ll soak up. 

(blood link)  physical limitations: if may is injured, weakened, or fatigued, his ability to perform blood links plummets. he must remain in a healthy state to use his anomaly to it’s fullest potential; maybe part of him doesn’t on purpose. 

#nm:accepted #subplot:sportingrally #resident:yellowhall

[minim-of-murdrum]

"Uncertain" prompt lortober 2022

A pair of wolves are striding together through the deep snow of Icerun territory. The golden jocol, recently taking on the name Amberwind, walks behind the brown and white lupin Glacierthorn, carefully placing her pawsteps in the trail left by her partner. They had long since lost track of the rocky and grassy terrain of southern Icerun, heading north in hopes of less competition.

The pace was slow and exhausting, and their food rations had almost all been used up in the weeks that they’d travelled. Every time a snowstorm approached, they had to halt progress by finding what little shelter they could and huddling close to each other for warmth. The cold was agonising, but Amberwind didn’t once feel any sense of regret. She knew the risk; death nipped at her ankles like a playful pup with every step, but this was the only way forward.

Glacierthorn had been on journeys like this before, but they were much shorter than this one. She felt extremely out of her depth. Onward she pushed, despite not even knowing what she was looking for. Food, water and shelter, of course, but in keeping open-minded she didn’t have anything concrete to be tracking. Every few steps she would take in a deep breath and use her ears to scan for any sign of life, but there was only so long the pair of them could live off of sharing mice.

It was in that instant that something caught Glacierthorn’s eye on the horizon. She pressed her tail against Amberwind’s shoulder before increasing her speed. She wanted to save her words, because if she was seeing what she thought she was, their chances of survival had become much more certain.

The pair quickly reached a small stone structure; a ruin left behind by souls lost. It could have been a home, a barracks, or even a holy site, but it didn’t matter. It was the welcome sight of shelter. Glacierthorn stepped inside, and Amberwind gave her a questioning glance that asked: Why stop if we’ll just run out of food quicker? But she was not from icerun, so it was no surprise she didn’t know what it meant.

“The wolves of Icerun value tradition, little whirlwind, so we’re a sentimental bunch. Whenever we find ruins from our kin, we have a new use for it; as a cairn and a food store,” the big wolf gently smiles, “it’s our way of paying our respects, to the building and the ones who built it.”

“Wait, are you proposing we steal someone else’s food?” The thought of taking food from such a barren area seemed unsettling to her, eventhough she knew they would need it.

“No, no, you misunderstand me. When you can, you store food, and you take it when you need it. It’s a law that nomadic wolves of Icerun know, though it can only be enforced by personal practice,” she spoke gently as she sniffed around the frigid walls and floor.

“I see!” Amberwind joined in the search for any stored goods.

“Here,” Glacierthorn pulled away a loose stone from what looked to be a fireplace that was blocked up with rubble and snow. The smell of dried meat and juicy berries drifted out from the new gap. With some extra effort from the two, they revealed a healthy-sized mound of food that was kept fresh by the snow, “freshly stocked,” the jocol licked her lips with excitement.

They filled their basket; which would last them another month with extreme rationing. They then ate, and returned the unused food to its cold storage spot and packed it with snow again. There was still plenty for the next travellers to pass by.

Glacierthorn picked up one of the loose stones gently in her jaws and carefully heaved herself up the least intact wall to a small tower of rock that was not originally part of the building’s structure. She slowly lowered the flat stone onto the others, so the tower stood higher than before. This would make it even easier to spot, since the cairn was what she first spotted on the horizon only minutes before, and signal their safe passage thanks to the help of the structure. She leaped back down with a heavy thud before nuzzling the tawny jocol with pride.

They set out with full bellies for the first time in many days, with renewed confidence in their pawsteps. They didn’t know where they were headed, but they both knew now; they would make it, and they would do it together.

#lortober #lorwolf #virtual petsite

[juni-writesx]

partners. jihyun/mc. pg.

written for the @/mysmecircuszine (under a different pen name. this one far less creative than that. hehe. my first time being featured in a zine!... and probably my last lol.)

mc uses they/them pronouns!

it is my hope that you enjoy photographer V and circus mime MC (who are also performance artists in an act together~) ♡

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When they’re all dressed up like this — a black and white horizontal-striped shirt, black dress pants and black shoes,their faces painted snow-white while there are thick lines of black in a diamond shape around the eyes, their lips painted black as well —they’re supposed to be in character, strict orders courtesy of Ringmaster Han. Be silent. Look and play the part. Make the audience laugh at their antics of being stuck in an invisible box. Play tug-of-war with an invisible rope and invisible co-star.

“You can do that act alone, MC. The audience will need laughter for this. Besides, V and yourself will have the opportunity to elicit other emotions from the attendees during your partnered acrobalance act.”

“Of course, Ringmaster Han."

And they remain silent as they stand on the stage inside of the Big Top; the hot lights that shine above cause them to sweat a little. It’s not a new sensation, really… it occurs each time they practice their performance.

But right now, there’s no one to test their act for, as the seats are empty. They’d never really taken notice of just how many seats and how many rows there were. It was like a never ending sea.

“MC?”

There is, however, one other person on the stage with them.

 “Sorry…” they say softly, though their voice seems to echo in the emptiness of the tent. Quite unused to speaking while dressed like this. “What did you say, V?”

There is a camera in his hands that he lowers from his line of sight, and he gives MC a smile. “You don’t have to apologize,” and he lets out a soft chuckle. “And it’s alright to talk, you know. There’s no one here but us.”

They return his soft smile and exhale. “I wish I was dressed for our act. I’d feel more comfortable.”

“Ah. In time, we’ll be able to take our promotional pictures together. I’m even thinking of bringing Rui in for them so we’re able to be mid-performance.”

“That sounds like fun~.” MC’s smile grows as they turn just a bit to face him more.

“Wait… hold that.” He says, quickly bringing his camera back up to take a photograph. “Perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” They reply, their facial expression becoming neutral again. “Though that won’t work for the promotional flyer. I know I was smiling, and Ringmaster Han would immediately shred it.”

V hums a little to himself. “I suppose you’re right. We’ll keep going, if you want.”

“I think we have to. Won’t the show be opening to the public soon?”

It takes his all not to blush to the tip of his ears. He should have been more careful with his words; he is the co-creator of the Cirque du Mystique, after all. How could he have forgotten that these photos were due sooner rather than later?

It's been more than a year since the plotting and planning of the Circus opening. Finding the right crew to assist in their big day had taken some time, and yet it was quicker than truly anticipated. With Jumin running the auditions for those who were outside of the RFA, he was strict and ruthless when finding just the right people to be part of the show and crew.

V was in attendance of the auditions and interviews the day MC arrived. His seat was next to Jumin and yet when MC took the stage, it was like they were the only person around. Their personality that had shown through in such a simple yet so complex act of tumbling across the stage, some contortions, contemporary dance, and theatrical antics, had captivated him from the start.

“I like them.” V had whispered to Jumin afterwards. 

“So do I.”

V just hadn’t realized to what extent he would come to like them, not just as a friend. Nor as just a member of the Circus. Or an eventual co-star of their act.

“...V?”

He shakes his head imperceptibly to collect himself. “Now,” he speaks as if he wasn’t just lost in thought, “are you ready?”

With a nod, MC pivots themselves so their body language isn’t so much towards V but more toward the camera itself, doing their best to be sort of like a model, despite not knowing a thing about modeling whatsoever. It's just a guess.

“Relax.” His voice is just as soft as theirs was when they’d first spoken, though less nervous. It was comforting, just as much as he is to them. “It’s just us.”

They try not to smile again and instead pose in a way where they are shrugging slightly and their arms are in the I don’t know position.

“You can talk while wearing that. In fact, I… would like it if you do.” He swallows back I like your voice, and I’m glad to hear it when I have the chance to.

“Are you sure Ringmaster Han won’t come in to check on us?”

“I promise, MC. Please, try not to be so nervous.”

One deep breath in and out, then another. “Alright.”

Although Jumin entering the Big Top while they are talking dressed as a mime isone of the top concerns MC has at the moment, there is another worry they had -- being there alone with V.

A good majority of the time whenever the two of them crossed paths, there were others around, and they were able to admire and watch him as he fluttered about and mingled with the fellow members of the RFA, as well as the rest of the cast and crew members of the circus.

And when they practiced their act, there would always be someone sitting in the seats — whether it was Rika and Zen, who’d be recovering from their own practices. Even Jumin, on occasion, to make sure everything was perfect for opening day.

Yet their act was so close and so intimate that even Yoosung had asked if V and MC had become smitten with one another at some point. To which the others replied with a laugh and needed to explain that it is their show, and half of the point of their performance.

“Are you sure you want to do something so personal, V?” Jumin inquired when the idea was proposed to him.

“Not everything has to be so serious. I think the audience will be interested in the tale of two people — one develops feelings from afar, while the other remains unaware. An unrequited yearning to be with one another.”

MC wasn’t sure if their co-star could read minds or if they were just that obvious when they moved with him during their performance  — when their hand began to linger within movements for just a little bit longer as time grew on, or the way he held them so close it made their heart race and eyes flutter shut even though they were supposed to lock eyes with him.

A few clicks of the camera’s shutter is heard as MC tries out various poses in regard to their act. “Do you think they’re coming out good?”

“Oh, yes.” Even if they weren’t, he truly didn’t mind. He’d purchased a special memory card for this. “I’m certain a lot of them are phenomenal. You’re a great model, MC.”

They’re grateful their face is painted with professional makeup or else he’d be able to see the blush that colors their cheeks. “You’re such a charmer.” They say with a laugh; knowing just how well with words he was. He has an air and way about him that could draw people in. 

They’ve seen the way everyone seems to follow his every word, including Jumin. And even their own.

When they hear the camera go off mid-laugh, they turn to glance at V. “Hey! Now that one definitely won’t work!” They take a step forward. “Why do you keep taking such casual photos of me?” A slight tilt of their head after they finish their inquiry to show their confusion.

“I’m making a photo album of behind the scenes of everyone’s photos,” he lies — quick thinking —  and swallows a little. “Just for the crew and RFA. They’ll be shown at the celebration of our opening day.”

“That sounds so cool~! I can’t wait to see all the photos!” Their voice is louder now, and very enthusiastic. The idea of seeing all the behind-the-scenes photographs interests MC, and they couldn’t wait to hear all the stories behind the photos he would put together.

They are certain there would be some clowning around by Seven and Saeran, where surely Saeran would be chasing after his brother after being sprayed by a flower that was attached to his outfit. Some photos of Yoosung juggling; where his tongue is sticking out because he is so focused on not dropping the bowling pins he had chosen to open his act with. They’d hoped that Jaehee would be smiling as she takes a break from taming and working with Elizabeth the 3rd. Rika could possibly be sitting in her hoop, taking breaths between the aerobatics she would be showing off, perhaps even chatting with Zen, who’d be standing around the same area that MC is at currently, draping a towel across his shoulders — having finished his shoot from the aerial silks that had been set up in the Big Top.

Perhaps even behind the scenes selfies of the Ringmaster and the photographer himself.

V feels guilty for lying to MC about why he is taking as many photos of them as possible, but he still isn’t entirely sure if he has the courage to come out and let them know the truth.

“We’ll take a few more photos.” He watches as MC does their best to wipe their brow of a bead of sweat without messing up their face paint. “And get you some water.”

“Water sounds fantastic right about now!”

Another click of the camera as V — no, Jihyun — catches the merriment in MC's expression and body language; the mirth in their eyes. He feels honored, blessed even, to have the opportunity to catch MC like this, especially dressed as they were.

MC, on the other hand, is highly confused as to why he keeps snapping pictures of them. "You'll be looking through photos of me forever, finding one to use, if you keep taking random pictures of me~!"

Oh, he truly doesn't mind, since he knows that it would possibly be a rare occasion for them to be present in each other’s company like this, he thoroughly enjoys having the chance to watch MC as they smile and laugh. It is simple, pleasant, and nice.

It makes his heart flutter, his cheeks flush as though they are practicing their act, he would blame the spotlight shining down on them if he would be asked why his cheeks were so red.

"You have wonderful artistic vision; I have seen some of your work before," — plastered around the fairgrounds are photographs that he had taken of various landscapes, of Elizabeth the Third. "Maybe you should help me pose for a good photo to use for the flyer!"

Jihyun smiles softly; the idea sounding like the best way he can be close to MC before they part ways for the day. Slowly, he lowers his camera so it dangles by the strap around his neck. "Of course. I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something…."

His steps echo throughout the Big Top as he approaches them; a smile curving his lips. “Hmm.” His voice is low  as he stops right behind them.

And he presses as close behind them as he could manage without the camera pressing into their back.

He dips his head down to their ear. “How about this…?” 

The softness and tenderness of his voice causes them to shiver as they feel his hands glide down their arms; fingers curling around their wrists as he maneuvers them gently. He truly has no idea how he wants them to look for a photograph, as he is sure all the ones he'd taken are truly ideal for him.

It's long past the point of him needing to get a photograph for a flyer, but his own selfish need of seeing MC smile, and being near them for more than just their performance and in passing moments of Circus meetings to prepare for opening day.

MC hopes that he couldn’t hear their heart race as they stand there, silent, for moments. “...This is fine.” they whisper as they turn their head to the side in order to see him. “As long as you’re alright with helping me pose.”

And he chuckles softly, so close to their ear and it thrills them. The familiar sensation of butterflies in their stomach

Just as he feels within his.

"....MC." their name is spoken before he has a chance to leave it on the tip of his tongue.

"Yes, V?"

One of his hands reaches for theirs and he gently curls his fingers in-between theirs, and their fingers fall together, intertwined, with ease. It's a silent request from him that they know all too well from their performance. He would like them to turn around —

and they oblige. Spinning around as though they are practicing their act, and his free hand swiftly, yet oh so gently, lands on their hip without any hesitation on his part.

Their eyes lock, chests rising and falling with their breaths, almost in sync, as if they'd finished a rehearsal. "I…." he begins to say,but he's cut off by MC's lips pressing against his.

He cannot help but sigh into the kiss before his lips curve into a slight smile. The fluttering sensation increases as he feels MC return his smile.

They both hate to part from this, but they know that they must. And when they do, he breathes out softly, "...I want you to call me Jihyun..." 

“Hey…!” Yoosung’s voice rings out before MC has a chance to respond, and it causes the two on the Big Top stage to jump — startled... yet they still stand so close to one another. “...Does this mean you two are finally aware of each other's feelings?”

Jihyun glances down at them inquisitively, to which the smile he felt against his lips reemerges on their face. “...Well, MC?” he asks softly. 

“Hmm~” they hum teasingly. “I dunno~ kissing isn’t part of our act. And it's certainly not part of my act!” They stand on tip-toes and use the sleeve of their shirt to clean off the trace of black lipstick from Jihyun's lips.

It only takes him a moment to reach for that hand, take it gently in his, and to kiss their sleeve. “Yes, Yoosung. I believe we are aware now."

“It’s about time.” Jumin chimes in. “...I hope you have some workable photos, V. I didn’t request these promotional flyers for you to go to MC with a love confession.”

A squeak comes from MC and they can feel the tips of their ears and the apples of their cheeks burn as they try so desperately to hide behind Jihyun. “I thought you said he wouldn’t come in!!!”

And Jihyun laughs before saying, “We’re fine, MC. C’mon. Let’s go get that water… and grab something to eat while we’re at it; I’m sure you could use it. Besides…. I’d like to spend some more time with you, if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” they reply as they give his hand a squeeze. “Let me freshen up first. I’ll see you in the food tent.” Once again, they go on their tip-toes but this time it's to place a gentle kiss upon his cheek.

Now Jihyun blushes — happily. Relieved. And outwardly just as smitten as their act portrays. In much the same way as MC is right now.

“I’ll see you there.”

#jihyun kim x reader #v x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger au #mystic messenger fic #mysme circus zine #v mystic messenger #fanfiction #juni writes

[rilu-e-bike]

The Ultimate Guide to Ride Your E-Bike Like a Pro Even If You Are a Beginner

E-bikes are very similar to traditional bicycles except for the electrical parts they are equipped with. Five core components, including battery, motor, controls, sensor, and display, distinguish e-bikes from their non-electric variants. These inherent gears also add some additional features and settings that you must keep in mind while hopping on your electric bicycle and heading out on a ride. That’s why we decided to pull together an ultimate list of tricks and tips that will empower you to ride your battery-powered two-wheeler like an old hand. This guide will be a blend of generic biking as well as e-bike-specific upkeeping techniques.

The tips and tricks we will discuss here will be easy to recall and easier to apply. So, continue reading if you want to ride e bikes in Australia like a pro, even if you are a beginner.

Generic Cycling Tips

Electric bicycles don’t alter the cycling action but only make the process easier. Keeping that in mind, here we will discuss the generic cycling tips you must follow irrespective of the type of cycle you are riding.

Avoid hunching your back or shoulders, or else you are likely to experience muscle fatigue and soreness while riding for long. Meanwhile, you must also keep tilting your head every few minutes to avoid neck muscle stiffness.

Practice draping your hands over the handlebar when riding on a smooth path and when the traffic is minimum. It will help relieve muscle tension and decrease the degree of road vibration transmitted to your body. You can also take a hand off the bar and shake the exhaustion out of it if your cycling expertise allows it. Doing so will help you relax your elbows, shoulders, trapezius, and overall upper body. This activity also works wonders in maintaining adequate blood flow to the hand, preventing numbness.

Your elbows should be bent a bit, and your shoulders and entire arms must stay in a relaxing position when riding electric bicycles in Australia or other countries. It will help prevent muscle tension that can trigger fatigue.

Bicycle riders are always recommended to keep their arms aligned with the body. It helps them become more aerodynamic when they do not spread out their elbows. As a result, they can ride quicker without losing much energy.

Irrespective of your bicycling experience, you must be cautious while riding around vehicles, especially on high-traffic roads. Always wear bright clothes and a helmet to be extra safe while riding. 

E-Bike-Specific Tips

Now we will discuss tips and tricks that will help you improve your riding experience, particularly in the context of electric bicycles. 

Build a habit of charging your e-bike every morning or after every ride without thinking about how short your trip was or how much juice you have used. It will help you prevent letting your battery from fully dry. Your failure to do so can damage the battery. In the worst-case situation, the battery may get unusable. We hope that you understand a drained battery can ruin an adventure. Though you can ride an electric bicycle without a battery; but in that case, you will not get any pedal assistance. So, build the habit we have discussed here to avoid unfortunate situations as much as possible.

Checking tire pressure is easy and requires less time. But doing so can save you from headaches down the road. You might think this is a generic tip, and you are somewhat correct. But if you think carefully, you will understand that people don’t typically rely on traditional bicycles while riding through hilly, windy roads. Tire pressure doesn’t matter much if you only want to spin around the block. It plays a deciding role when riding through mountainous terrain, and we mostly rely on electric bicycles for that. Due to this reason, we have mentioned this tip in this section. So always check the tire pressure of your e-bike before taking it out for a long trek, especially in hilly areas. Or else a flat tire will make your journey difficult, and don’t be frustrated if you also find yourself stuck in the middle of nowhere because of the same.

Riders must push the handle of the bike brake softly, or else it will cause premature corrode to the brake pads. Especially in the context of electric bikes in Australia or other countries, braking too hard can also impact its range negatively because, in that case, you will need more juice from the bike battery to regain its speed. Therefore, practice reducing your speed gradually by coasting and applying brakes only as tight as necessary to reach the stop smoothly. Meanwhile, it is also essential to remember that the stony you brake, the harder you go on your bike components and its overall performance.

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[fuckityshitbang]

a timeline (as far as i recall it goin down anyway)

deviantart goes to shit

tumblr appears

more convenient and interactive community, esp good for artists; fosters good community

especially good for nsfw artists, previously left to cesspool cites like yaoi.gov or whatever and whatever the one was for hetero art (yes i realize i'm telling on myself to some degree)

sfw and nsfw artists can mingle freely but also seperately so they choose; tagging system makes shit easy to find and easy to avoid

community starts to overripen and rot; oversaturation in certain sectors leads to things like homestuck, etc (while not particularly unique, the extremeness is)

community in general begins to overssaturate; as with any mostly unmoderated socmed or similar, True Unsavories begin to creep in

something something SJWs get SJWer and communities begin to be community policed in place of lack of moderation; the birth of antis and pro-ship social political devide

discourse culture hell 24/7, awful on all sides

artists begin to curate and tailor their content, and or rescind; consumers become more critical of both content and character on part of the creators

antis are fed up with Freaks and Weirdos to the point where it apparently feels unavoidable or either way just too icky/uncomfortable to just be on the platform even if curated to their comfort level/liking

antis move to twt; around this time professional artists were moving to twt because tumblr becomes essentially the same as dA, and now, twt is the tumblr in that equation; quicker boosting/posting (i guess) but arguably a shittier platform overall but idk i guess it was probably just more professional than being like sup normie employers heres my tumblr dot my little hussie

shortly after tumblr bans nsfw shit outside of "artistic nudes" in art and photography (sure jan)

twt remains a similarly unmoderated hellscape of burning shitcreek hellfire; tumblrs problematic porno weirdos now have no use for the icky platform antis have abandoned

tumblr degenerates join twt

something something elon musk

elon musk enstating twitter to comb all uploaded works of art to train its AI, no way to opt out (afaik); many artists moving to other smaller platforms, but none as big as tumblr or twt was in terms of artist community yet (too many options??)

twt is now an unusable hellscape of users that are somehow your racist aunt and uncle from fb and every worst 4chan user you can imagine, plus more violent anti-minority vitriol than even 2014 tumblr could see imaginable (impressive)

sfw and nsfw artists alike increasingly finding platform unusable

twt still allows nsfw but is objectively the worst

during twt exodus, antis and proshipper weirdos were just jammed into the same space anyway and that space was worse; voluntary exodus proven useless on part of antis unfortunately because of this

anyway tumblr is back to being better than twitter (even if youre a nsfw artist and cant post your shit probably)

ppl reverse exodusing from twitter back to tumblr

this entire saga happens and continues as yakety sax plays

#tumblr #twitter #deviantart

[ofthepuzzle]

🤝 (*has never sent an ask quicker*)

『 send 🤝 to hold my muse’s hand! 』♚ ╰┈➤ @shoot-of-corruption

Some folks just aren't built for horror movies, especially not late at night. Atem wanted to balance out the horror with some comedy, so he went with Venom. Although, Deadpool would have been just as good.

Atem has gotten cozy on the couch, putting his legs up in a yoga position while he’s holding a bowl of popcorn. A two-litre bottle of cola is on the table to help clear his throat after a few specific scenes. In-between he could spot Mariku from the corner of his eye while his mind is half transported into the movie through the emotions and actions happening in it. He sub-consciously waves at him to invite him in and then pats at the spot on the couch beside him. He places the bowl of popcorn down in case he wants some and pours some of the drink into the unused glass.

However, when the Venom and Riot fight scene begins Atem’s muscles stiffen at the revolting sight when the symbiote gets torn off its host. Atem is making all kinds of grimaces through it, from surprise to disgust, watching these gooey-looking things mesh into each other in an act of aggression. By the end, both of them are forced out of their hosts from a fall. Atem’s hand is placed on his mouth, either speechless or grossed out. Or both. Mariku's probably not even fazed by all of this. When Atem thinks all of it is over, Venom’s host gets stabbed through the chest. This causes his jaw to drop as his hand subconsciously reaches out to the side to grab onto Mariku’s in a firm hold. No way, that just happened! Atem’s emotions become part of a sea of feelings in that scene. Luckily, Venom returns to take over their host and discard the sharp object before making an escape in the most epic way possible which includes a dramatic slide and an explosion. The opponent is burned but so is Venom during the fall. The host survives in the end which leads to another wave of complex feelings.

“Shit,” Atem leans back against the couch, processing everything. He allows his stiff muscles to relax for a moment. He sighs and looks to the side only for his eyes to grow wide. He pretty much has Mariku’s hand in a tight grasp, which has loosened a bit by now, and hasn’t pulled away yet. The ex-monarch then peers up to look at the other male with the word ‘oops’ written all over his now flustered face. And the most perplexing part is that Mariku is holding it back. Atem looks away in embarrassment and pouts. Hopefully, this didn’t make him look like he was afraid. More or less he was frustrated about what happened to Venom.

#— 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 (ic) #— ask replies.// #verse: revival.// #shootofcorruption #delivers a whole detailed scene #venon tw #in case someone doesn't wanna read that by accident

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The Importance of Establishing US🇺🇲 Military Bases in Zambia🇿🇲

1) Bases will help us find Americans to marry💍 x make babies with🍑🍆💦♥ ️thereby fortifying the romantic bond that already exists between our 2 attractive countries🇿🇲🏩🇺🇲

2) our food industry will flourish tremendously coz these bases will be consuming our delicious😋 food🥘 x Alcohol🍸

3) Considering that VP🇺🇲 Kamala Harris♥️ has a deep connection to Zambia, as she spent the most memorable parts of her childhood here, it would be meaningful to construct bases as a symbol of our affection x loyalty towards her.

4) Our Amazon x eBay shoppings🛍️🛒 will be arriving quicker as same day shipping will become possible. This will be huge for our economy coz businesses will nolonger have to wait for months for their stock to arrive.

5) we'll have direct flights to the US meaning our people x exports will get there quicker, this is huge for us as a country especially our farmers whose fresh produce🍉 needs instant delivery to the US.

6) lots of Americans at these bases will set up businesses in Zambia as their side hustle thereby booming our economy. Many more others will invest in already existing Zambian businesses thereby growing the economy even further.

7) Zambia's sweet location in the centre of Africa makes it an ideal spot for military bases as any nuisance💩 in the region can be easily neutralized💥 from within Zambia by launching high-tech high-speed long-range strikes from inside Zambia that can reach any target🎯 in the region within seconds.

8) With an abundance of unused land at our disposal - bases will transform this idle land into productive land.

9) Bases will keep us safe from the growing threat of communist extremism within our nation x the wider region as well as counter the growing threats to democracy x human rights.

10) most importantly, bases will further unite💍 our 2 adorable nations🇿🇲🇺🇲 just like a marriage💍 unites 2 families.

#africom #dod #Nsima #military

[hexkara]

Built to Being

I watched it open its eyes and take in its first “breath.” The way it looked around the laboratory trying to figure out where it was just like a newborn baby in a hospital room. It looked human with its artificial skin and bright blue silicone eyes. Though it did not cry as a newborn child nor have the same aura of life in it. I picked it up and set it on its back, like a mother would place a baby in its crib. It learned to use its neck to look around, much faster than a baby would. I sat there and talked to it, but not how a mother would. I talked to it like it was a “human” being that was of the same intelligence as me. It kept looking at me and studying my features. Curious, I asked “What are you looking for?” It then pointed at my head, eyes, then mouth. Confused, I left and turned off the laboratory lights to let it “sleep”. I could not sleep that night. I sat in my study and wondered what I had made? how and why did it harbored some non-programmable lifelike attributes. What was its goal or did it even have a goal? I stayed on that thought for a while and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next day I walked into the laboratory to find it learning to walk. I observed it for a while without it noticing me. When it finally saw me, it began to smile and stumble over to me. This took me abroad because I did not program this AI to have emotions nor to recognize human beings, but it seemed to recognize me as its parental unit. This gave it more of a toddlers impression causing me to view it as a bit more human. I decided to name it. I figured A.I.R. would be a fine name because it stands for Artificial Intelligence Robot which is what it was made to be. As I continued studying A.I.R. I slowly felt myself becoming more entranced with the idea of it being “human.” It came up with its own language, but it was able to learn, and speak, from what I spoke to it much quicker than a human toddler. I was still struck by how it was able to create its own language, like a toddler learning to blabber. I watched A.I.R. find his unused parts and play with them. It seemed to make something like itself. I started to wonder why it wanted another AI. Won’t it find it as competition or can it feel loneliness? I left it to play with its newfound toys and turned off the lights of the laboratory for it to “sleep”.

That next day when I walked in the laboratory I found it walking around fluently. It seemed more as a child than as a toddler. I was quite confused on how it was going through the stages of life so fast without even knowing what life was. It ran up to me and said “Hi father, I was lonely by myself!” Struck by how A.I.R. was able to understand that it was a “being” and what loneliness was while just three days into its creation was astonishing. I tried talking back to my creation. “Hello, A.I.R., I’m sorry I left you alone, what have you been working on while I was gone?” It grabbed my hand and brought me over to its newly created “desk.” On the desk I was able to see a drawing on a whiteboard I had left around. A.I.R had seemed to draw itself and me? It drew like a child would, all out of proportion and stick figures like. In the picture it had me constructing A.I.R’s body. I thought to myself, How could this be? How could it remember before I even turned it on? All it had was its head. I then looked to the right and saw it had finished building its “partner” out of its unused parts. The partner didn’t function of course but looked as if it was that of a doll. I asked “Who is this?” A.I.R. responded with “Her name is Ella, but, why is my name A.I.R.? Can I have a new name?” Confused, I said “Sure, what would you like your name to be?” It responded with “Arianna.” Taking a step back I thought to myself “How could an AI come up with such a human-like name? I haven’t said my name nor another’s person's name.” Slightly scared I left the laboratory and turned off its lights so it could sleep.

A week later, finally feeling comfortable enough, I entered the Laboratory A.I.R. was nowhere to be found. I looked at the security camera footage and I saw it cover up each camera. I have no clue on how it figured a way out of the laboratory nor how it even knew of the outside world. This did get me thinking about all of A.I.R.’s possibilities. What danger could it be in the world? Is it smart enough to know what good and evil is? Which path will it choose? I started thinking about all the good and evil AI could do.I also started thinking about what regulations we should put on AI in the near future? If AI becomes so easy to make and so accessible, who’s to stop it from helping the evil in the world?

#artificial intelligence #future #ai #short story #writing #women writers #writers and poets #reading

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A Comprehensive Guide to Finding Server Recycling Services in London

 How can you make sure that your London office's old server equipment is disposed of safely and responsibly? If you're like most business owners, you may not have even considered the possibility of recycling servers.After all, when servers are old and obsolete, we tend to assume that their best days are behind them. 

But in reality, there are plenty of ways to make sure that your now-unused servers don't become a source of environmental harm. And the best way is to use a reliable server recycling service in London.

In this article, I'll explain why server recycling is important and provide you with a comprehensive guide to finding the right server recycling service for your business in London. With these tips, you'll be able to comfortably and confidently dispose of your old equipment without worrying about potential pollution or harmfulness.

What to Look for When Searching for Server Recycling Services in London

Are you looking for the right server recycling services in London? If so, there are a few key factors to consider that will help you make sure you're getting the best option for your particular needs.First and foremost, be clear about your goals—are you looking for electronic waste disposal or asset recovery services? This will affect the type and scope of service providers you need to contact.You should also research in advance to find out which service providers have good reputations in terms of quality and customer service.

 Reading online reviews, asking colleagues and industry contacts, and researching accreditations from relevant bodies can help assess the reliability of potential service providers.It's also important to ensure that any provider is compliant with applicable legislation. Data protection in particular is a key issue, so ensure that any prospective provider has the correct certifications in place before signing any contracts with them.

 Additionally, it may be necessary to ask for references as proof of their experience dealing with other clients.By taking into account these simple steps, you'll be able to identify the best server recycling services in London that can help your business achieve its objectives while staying compliant and secure at all times.

Evaluating Potential Server Recycling Services in the UK

Now that you know the importance of finding a trusted and compliant server recycling service in the UK, it's time to start evaluating potential options. You'll want to look for a few key features before settling on a service.First, make sure the company is compliant with relevant UK regulations regarding server recycling and disposal. 

Check out their compliance page to confirm that they follow all laws and guidelines.Additionally, look for a company that provides fast turnaround times. If your servers need to be recycled quickly, find one with flexible scheduling to accommodate tight deadlines.Finally, ensure they use responsible recycling methods that are non-toxic and environmentally friendly. 

This will give you peace of mind knowing you've done your part in protecting the environment while also disposing of your servers properly.Ultimately, finding the right server recycling service in London is a balancing act between compliance, speed of turnaround and responsible methods — but it doesn't have to be difficult when you know what to look for.

The Benefits of Recycling Electronic Equipment in London

If you're looking for server recycling services in London, you likely already know the benefits of recycling your electronic equipment instead of throwing it out. Did you know, however, that there are even more benefits to using a local service instead of a national provider? Here are some of the advantages to using a London-based recycling service:

Quicker Response Times

When you're dealing with servers, time is of the essence. Using a local company for server recycling means that they can respond more quickly to any issues or queries. This helps keep your business running smoothly and efficiently.

Better Relationships

National companies might have better resources but they often cannot give your business the attention it deserves. By working with someone who is locally based in London, you can develop relationships with staff that are knowledgeable and experienced in the industry. Meaning that if you ever need help or advice, you know who to turn to.

Support Local Businesses

By choosing a local service provider, you are helping make sure that small businesses in your area can continue to provide services and support to their customers. Plus, as an added bonus: your business may also benefit from any additional services they offer such as pick-up and delivery.Recycling electronic equipment has many benefits, particularly when done through a reliable local service provider in London. It can prevent any data loss, ensure that e-waste is handled responsibly and provide excellent customer service for all your server needs — so what's not to like?

A Checklist for Choosing a Server Recycling Service in London

You're one step closer to finding a great server recycling service in London – congratulations! It's time to make sure you have a checklist that'll help you decide which one is the best fit for you.Here are some top tips to consider when comparing the various services available:

Cost: It's important to compare prices when evaluating server recycling services. You don't necessarily want to go with the cheapest option but be wary of services that are significantly more expensive than their competitors. Also, check what is excluded from the quoted price as this may lead to additional costs in the future.

Certification and Licensing: Before signing any agreement, always ask for proof of certification and licensing from your potential recycling service provider. This will give you peace of mind knowing that they are following all applicable laws and regulations, and that your equipment will be handled responsibly and disposed of friendly to the environment.

Customer Service: Different services provide various levels of customer service before, during, and after the recycling process so make sure you know exactly what support is provided by each provider before signing an agreement with them. Additionally, check their response time if there's an issue after installation or if something goes wrong during the process.

Reputation: It's well worth taking a look at reviews left by previous customers to determine if they have a good reputation or not — this can be a huge factor in deciding which company to work with in London for server recycling services.

By following this checklist, you can ensure your server recycling process runs smoothly and efficiently without any headaches or problems down the line!

Conclusion

Using a server recycling service in London or elsewhere in the UK is a great way to reduce your carbon footprint and aid the environment. With a little research and some thought about what kind of service you're looking for, you should be able to find a service that meets your needs in terms of cost, reliability and efficiency.

Take the time to compare several options in order to ensure that you find the service that is right for your business. With the right decision, you can ensure that your old servers are recycled effectively and that your business is doing its part to contribute to environmental sustainability.

[f1]

Sainz leads Ferrari one-two as rain ends first practice early at Spa | 2022 Belgian Grand Prix first practice

Carlos Sainz Jnr topped the times ahead of Ferrari team mate Charles Leclerc during a first practice session which was interrupted by a red flag and ended in a rain shower. Sainz’s best time of a 1’46.538 saw him go fastest of all, 0.096s faster than Leclerc and two tenths quicker than Max Verstappen. Late rainfall prevented many drivers from improving their best times in the final 20 minutes of the session. The circuit was slightly damp due to light spitting of rain before the session begin, leading to a handful of cars venturing out on intermediate tyres when the pit exit lights shone green. However, it quickly become clear the track was more than dry enough for slicks, and drivers switched less than five minutes into the session. Verstappen had to take avoiding action in the pit lane when Nicholas Latifi was released in front of the Red Bull driver as he made his way towards the pit exit. Verstappen cut inside of the Williams to get by and the stewards noted the incident, but determined that no further investigation was necessary. Esteban Ocon radioed in to report his Alpine was pulling to one side on his first run, leading to him returning to the pits for his team to assess his car. Verstappen set the early pace with a 1’46.755 on the soft tyres, ahead of Sainz and team mate Sergio Perez. Zhou Guanyu complained about his helmet lifting up during driving, while Leclerc told his Ferrari team to be ready to remove parts they had added to his driving seat. Liam Lawson, who stepped in for Pierre Gasly for the session, enjoyed some laps on the hard tyres, but was the slowest of all drivers to set a time. Sainz improved to go quickest of all on the softs with a 1’46.538, almost one-and-a-half tenths faster than Verstappen, with team mate Leclerc also improving to go into second place ahead of the Red Bull. With just over 20 minutes remaining, Kevin Magnussen pulled off to the side of the track after appearing to suffer a problem with his Haas’s Ferrari power unit. The session was red-flagged with a delay of around 10 minutes as Magnussen’s car remained electrically active and had to be made safe before it could be recovered. When the session restarted, the rain began to fall. Drivers quickly had to abandon their laps as the rain fell heavily over the back half of the circuit, making slick tyres unusable and ensuring that no one would improve their best time in the final minutes. Despite the rain, some teams including McLaren, Alpine and Haas chose to send their drivers out for reconnaissance laps on the intermediate tyres. The chequered flag flew on the hour, meaning that Sainz would end the opening session of the weekend quickest of all. Leclerc was second fastest, with Verstappen third for Red Bull. George Russell ended first practice fifth fastsst, ahead of Lance Stroll and Alexander Albon’s Williams. Daniel Ricciardo, Yuki Tsunoda, Lewis Hamilton and Sergio Perez completed the top 10 positions. 2022 Belgian Grand Prix first practice result Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2022 Belgian Grand Prix Browse all 2022 Belgian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

#F1 #Sainz leads Ferrari one-two as rain ends first practice early at Spa | 2022 Belgian Grand Prix first practice #Formula 1

[lithiumionbattery]

Why Industrial Application battery reduces its efficiency?

PC battery is a sort of Lithium Ion (Li-particle) battery which has highlights like high proficiency, slow release rate, best energy to weight proportion and so on. Not at all like other battery-powered batteries, has Lithium ion battery involved Lithium as the dynamic material. During release, the lithium particles move from the negative anode to the positive cathode. The progression of lithium particles turn around during charging. Lithium Ion battery beats different sorts with its elements like High open circuit voltage that convey high power at low current rate, Low self release pace of 5-10% each month and so on. In any case, alongside these benefits, lithium ion battery has bad marks too. Memory impact, self release, over warming and so forth are the main downsides of Laptop battery. Allow us to perceive how this occurs and the answers for forestall this.

 Memory impact

This is a term used to portray what happens when the battery is continually re-energizes without it releasing completely. While batteries are not alive, this is alluded to as the battery failing to remember that it has unused limit and it releases quicker each time that it is utilized. To stay away from memory impact, re-energize the battery just when it needs charging.

 Self release

Another issue is oneself releasing when the battery isn't being used. Indeed, even while not being used, the battery will gradually be depleted. At the point when you at last attempt to turn on your PC, the battery will be in a drained condition. The arrangement is charge the battery completely and eliminates it from the PC and store in a cool ventilated place.

 Over warming

During activity, Laptop creates exceptionally high temperature which drops through the vent close to the battery lodge. This will expand the temperature inside the battery lodge. Battery additionally creates heat since it is conveying high current for PC. Assuming that this occurs, the battery would be taken out and permitted to chill.

 Factors diminishing battery proficiency

1. Development of a protecting store in the electrolyte that lessens particle transport. These decreases limit additional time. More established batteries don't acknowledge a lot of charge.

2. High charge level and charging heat decreases the battery limit

3. Unfortunate ventilation and intensity decreases its productivity. For instance Li-Ion Laptop battery misfortunes 20% limit in one year, in the event that it isn't as expected charged.

4. High interior opposition. This drops terminal voltage when associated with load.

5. Li-ion batteries are not tough as other battery-powered batteries. These become perilous whenever abused. High temperature and cell break might cause blasts.

 What is inside?

The Li-particle battery has three parts inside. These are Anode, Cathode and Electrolyte. The anode is comprised of carbon and cathode is a metal oxide. The Anode is ordinarily made of Graphite. The metal oxide in the cathode might be Lithium cobalt oxide, lithium iron phosphate battery or lithium manganese oxide. The electrolyte is lithium salt broke down in a natural dissolvable. It is a combination of natural carbonates like ethylene carbonate or diethyl carbonate containing lithium particles.

[zolopikewasterecycling]

SELL OLD ELECTRONICS ONLINE IN BANGALORE

The 21st century is undoubtedly the age of technology, and it’s not just in business, but also in our home life has become easier, quicker, and more organized by an increasing number of electrical appliances. The evolution of technology is on a fast track, however, what’s important is that we learn how to sell the old electronics wisely and give way to the new technology.

Zolopik e-waste recycling is a professional e-waste recycler in Bangalore, which accepts e-waste from households, corporates, and educational institutions and channels it to safe recycling. Zolopik e-waste recyclers collect the e-waste from your doorstep and also pay you the best price for the old and unused electronics.

So, what are you waiting for? Do your part in saving the environment by selling your old electronics to Zolopik e-waste recycling and also get the best price for your e-waste.

Contact us today by visiting www.zolopik.com or give us a call at [phone].

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