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charmixpower · 1 year

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Brandon and Sky swapping places is so dumb, like so fucking dumb

Just let me be annoying about logistics for a second because this has been bothering the fuck out of me for a while

Sky and Brandon look nothing alike, and look nothing like Erendor and Samara either: Genuinely how the fuck were Sky and Brandon able to switch places in the first place? Like actually?? Sky and Brandon dont look anything alike, the don't have the same skin tone for fucks sake. Even in flashbacks Brandon is always slightly darker than Sky (just dark enough to be able to tan, compared to Sky who absolutely gets hella sun burns). He has an entirely different undertone too, which also doesn't match Erendor or Samara!! So there's literally no way Sky has ever been able to make any appearance as prince anywhere before because he and Brandon look way too different for that to ever work. Neither of them look like Erendor and Samara either??? Erendor has dark dark reddish brown hair and almost black looking dark brown eyes, and Samara has fire hydrant red hair and bright green eyes. Sky looks nothing like either of them! Unless some fucking genetic magic happened, where Sky looks exactly like his grandmother and no one else, he ain't related to them!! And there's no fucking way that Brandon would pass as their kid, because as I've previously mentioned, he's darker than both of them, and despite what the show seems to think with Flora's parents. No, that does not happen. The only way any of this makes any damn sense is if one of them bitches cheated. Imma say Erendor, because if Samara was the one with royal blood she'd be too smart to marry someone as stupid as that motherfucker, so he's the one who's in the royal bloodline. Why does Sky look nothing like his parents? Bitch cheated with someone with strong as fuck genetics for blonde hair and baby blue eyes. How is Brandon able to pass off as Sky when they look nothing alike? No one's seen Sky or his mother before, who knows what either of them look like. Could be this. That is the only way this would actually work without everyone being immediately asking so many questions

"The Prince™" has never made a public appearance, and has never been seen: Sky would have to have literally never been in the public eye, or anything similar, ever in his life before s1. For multiple reasons. 1) The assassins that are coming after sky are based in Eraklyon. There is no point in switching in case of assassins on other planets if the people who want to kill you most already know you look like. Yoshinoya is from Eraklyon, if Sky wants to be safe people on Eraklyon would be the ones that should know the least about him. The only people who have been shown to want to harm Sky and Diaspro are people from their own planets. 2) Camera's and internet. There is no way that if Sky ever did make a appearance anywhere that his face wouldn't be immediately plaster every where. If Sky ever went to a gala, he'd likely end up on every tabloid in the dimension or at least Stella would recognize him. Neither has happened. Sky was likely just as sheltered as Nabu if he's such a prominent figure and no one knows anything about him. Same goes for Diaspro tbh. She also probably couldn't of been making real public appearances or Stella likely never would of flirted with Brandon because the fact that the Prince of Eraklyon is engaged would be common knowledge. (Well that just killed my Dia and Aisha childhood friends hc...unless Aisha knew her before Diaspro was moved into the Eraklyon palace....Headcanon saved!!) So in all likelihood, Sky, Brandon, and Diaspro all grew up in a secluded wing of the palace with high security and likely very limited access to technology. Or full access to like Google, but all social networks are blocked and no cameras sort of thing

Brandon had to be there too: if only so no one can point at Middle School records and go "hey isn't that the prince?" Brandon was likely homeschooled before being introduced as Sky's playmate, bodyguard, and probably other stuff too

That or this had to be going on as long as Sky been making public appearances: This is the other option. This swapped thing just could of been on a lot longer than implied by the show. I mean probably not? It's both a lot more effort and would cause a lot of unnecessary public fuss once the switch was revealed that would make for terrible pr. Keeping Sky and Diaspro in a highly secure location is just more likely

Erendor and Diaspro are the dumbest motherfuckers alive: AND THEN!!! THIS YEARS!!!! YEARS LONG FUCKING RUSE!!!! THAT HAD TO BE GOING ON FOR MOST OF SKY'S FUCKING LIFE IS JUST OVER BECAUSE TWO FUCKING PEOPLE CANT KEEP THEIR GODDAMN MOUTHS SHUT!!!!! DUMBEST MOTHERFUCKERS ALIVE IS NOT A STRONG ENOUGH DESCRIPTION FOR THE SHEER IDIOCY OF THIS MOVE!!! DIASPRO WALKING AROUND WITH A PICTURE OF SKY AND ERENDOR FUCKING YELLING IT ALOUD!!! CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF MONEY AND YEARS JUST FUCKING WASTED IN ONE MOMENT?!?!? CAN YOU??? THIS ELABORATE SCHEME WAS JUST SET ON FIRE!!! IT'S DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!! 16~17 YEARS OF WORK!! GONE!!! IF I WAS SAMARA I WOULD OF FUCKING STRANGLED THEM ON THE SPOT!!! I CAN AT LEAST BE CONVINCED THAT DIASPRO DID THAT SHIT INTENTIONALLY, BUT ERENDOR IS JUST BEING SO FUCKING STUPID IM SURPRISED HE DIDN'T ACCIDENTALLY KILL HIMSELF BY NOW

Do you ever think about the fact that Timmy absolutely knew: Sky told Timmy he wanted to be with Bloom and not his arranged fiance. Timmy is smart enough to know that servants, squire, gentleman in waiting, or otherwise, do not get arranged to marry princesses. He just knew. If he didn't know beforehand, he knew then. I just, he had to be chill with it! He wouldn't of stayed friendly with Sky and Brandon if he wasn't just chill with it. His reaction has to be somewhere between that's none of my business and we don't have time to unpack all that. Everyone is probably feeling so hurt and betrayed by the swap and Timmy's like "damn bro, that's crazy" because he fucking knew. He fucking knew. I'm in hysterics

#Samara cant be the one with royal blood because there's no way in hell she's married that man if she was #hes too stupid and too useless to her on every level unless if he was able to give her a ticket to being royalty #that is the only reason I can see her putting up with his dumbassery #rus chatters #winx sky #winx brandon #winx club #long post

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inkstaindusk · 11 months

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AITA WIP Game

@lizhly-writes tagged me in this *checks notes* a month ago! Whoops! Thank you for the tag! This is a super fun idea, I just. forgot. And then I couldn't figure out which wip to use and how to actually write this without it getting longwinded or just not at all what actually happens in the story

Rules: Introduce your WIP in the style of a r/AmItheAsshole inquiry

Tagging: @oh-no-another-idea @indy-gray and uhhh whoever else wants to do this?? (I need to start finding more people to tag)

AITA for not telling my friends about my second job?

I (17M) work two jobs. One is a pretty normal retail job and the other is something like a security job. See, I'm part of this sports community, super exclusive, you gotta be invited to attend and you shouldn't talk about it to other people, that sorta thing. It means a lot to me so when I found out the guy who invited me worked behind the scenes, I decided I wanted to do the same. Before you ask why they hired a teenager, I basically annoyed the boss into hiring me and then I got a ton of training even though he sticks me in the back to watch the cameras half the time, plus everyone watches out for each other. I have a pretty flexible schedule too so it's a great deal, I love it there. Anyway, these last few months, I made some new friends in the community. Up until now all my friends in the community also worked there, so I've never had to hide my job from them. (The reason for the secrecy is because we have access to a lot of information and we don't want anyone harassing us for it, especially since many of us attend the gatherings as normal members) I didn't really think keeping the secret was a big deal since my job was never really important to anything we did together, but recently, some stuff happened. The owner of the place aka my boss's boss (mid20s?M) who usually doesn't attend these gatherings started being a creepy asshole to my friends. To make a long story short, I challenged him over it, got my ass beat, and learned my lesson on avoiding dangerous older men. (This didn't effect my job because the guy doesn't know anything about the people he employs and leaves it to my boss, who won't say anything if he doesn't ask) So after all that happened, the guy didn't stop showing up to creep on one of my friends in particular. I avoided him as best I could and told my friend to be careful (he didn't really listen) and I also asked my boss (25?M) to please do something before anyone else got hurt. I'm not exactly close to him, but I talk to him more than most of my coworkers and he seemed to like me so I thought maybe he would listen. He told me he was trying and I believed him, but then a little while ago, the owner put one of my friends in the hospital. I tried messaging my boss but he didn't answer, even though he definitely read it, so next time I saw him, I confronted him. In public. Where all my friends all happened to see. After that, I had to come clean about who he was and why I thought he might be able to do something. I told them about my job and that sometimes when I say I'm too busy to attend gatherings I'm actually just somewhere else in the area making sure everything is running smoothly, and that I've been trying to get my boss to do something about the owner before more people got hurt. They all got pretty upset. They said they weren't mad at me but I'm not so sure. One of them who's a few years younger than me started yelling and crying and one of my older friends said that I should have come to them about this sooner, so it seemed like it was because of me. I still don't think keeping my job a secret was that big a deal. Like, if it weren't for the owner, there wouldn't have been any issues anyway. I kinda feel guilty though just because of how upset my friends were when I told them. They still are I think, I haven't seen much of the older guys in a while, but none of the others have brought it up again. Was I in the wrong for not telling them about my job earlier?

#the comments section: bro they're not mad at you they're mad at your shitty boss wtf????#anyway yeah it's the capman reki au #writeblr #tag game #writing rambling #talks about skoo #sk8 #does this instead of any of the wip asks or actual work im supposed to be doing #au: capman reki

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androidcharles · 1 year

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Alright, it's a little late but here we go. I just wanted to give a big ol' thanks to not only everyone who has been patient with me with the N.E.R.D. Arc, but also give a thanks to you guys for reading it as well! I'm happy that this AU I made up from a twisted fan theory that I thought of while I was bored in bed at night managed to amuse so many people and I hope that Charles and his antics continue to entertain you as I go into the next arc (which and don't quote me on this, might be premiering in about 2 weeks... or 2 and a half don't quote me on that though).

One thing that REALLY grinded at my gears unfortunately is the fact that I didn't really include much lore about the N.E.R.Ds in the story. Wendell essentially existed just to be killed off. Hell, he never even got a character design (Theodore will get one though, along w/ the androids, you just gotta wait...) Done in by his own hubris I suppose but for what reason? Well, instead of waiting for someone to ask, I suppose I can ramble about it under the read more. But for now, thanks for reading and see you guys in hopefully 2 (and a half) weeks for the next arc! This story is far from over. In fact, it's only just begun ;3c

The N.E.R.Ds got their start after Wendell Carrier, the CEO of Carrier Tech escaped government arrest after his products were revealed to sell information to criminal groups and other notorious criminals in order to help them gain access to important information from Carrier client. Carrier Tech's entire tech line include doorbells, security cameras, monitors, and even microphones to name a few.

Wendell ended up rustling up a few of the remaining Carrier Tech employees, including Theodore Lackey, who he appointed as his right hand after being impressed with his coding and hacking skills. Theodore thought that if the former CEO of Carrier Tech was impressed with his skills, surely this would help earn him some respect within the world right? After all, it was a step up from his menial job of being a middle manager and he wanted a bit more freedom.

The N.E.R.Ds all started about three months before the events of the main story itself, and of course, they managed to steal a bunch of high tech equipment under the radar of the government and most police forces. They built their fortress of nerditude, but for Wendell that wasn't enough. That's when Amelia came into the picture.

Amelia knew about the N.E.R.Ds through Arc Electric, who was a low ranking Toppat who worked in the weapons division, but often bothered communications because of their hacking knowledge. They managed to get in contact with Amelia, who was unfortunately one of the few Toppats who was left behind when the rocket launched. It was a good thing it was her though, because if it wasn't for her, things wouldn't have happened the way they did.

Amelia got to work contacting the N.E.R.Ds about helping the Toppat Clan escape from the Wall and freeing her fathers, Reginald Copperbottom and the Right Hand Man escape from the high security prison they were being held in. In doing this, Arc came across an interesting file... one of Charles Calvin.

After doing some digging, they found out that most of Charles' information was fake, he wasn't actually 24 years old, he was actually seven human years old and of course, an android. Not only that, but the rarest kind of android; an android built by Project SAI. Yep, there's that name again. This got Wendell intrigued, because he knew the tech for Project SAI was high tech, but he had no way to access it, since all records of Project SAI were destroyed and no one knows the original location of the Project SAI base.

So what does he do? He concocts a plot to kidnap Charles and erase his memories while stripping him of parts as well as having the rest of the N.E.R.Ds study him so they can figure out how he works or whatever. But after the previous N.E.R.D base is destroyed, they have to go to the back up base, which was basically their storage house.

If you remember the end of chapter one, Amelia manages to cut Wendell a deal; the all important Project SAI files, everything he might need to know (and than some) in exchange to leaving Charles the fuck alone. Wendell accepts this and this is the biggest mistake Amelia makes.

Right away, Wendell finds out that Project SAI managed to find a way to convert human consciousness into AI and intergrate into a compressed super computer, the android. So what does he do? He builds a clunkier version of one and manages to insert himself it. Why is this such a big deal? Most of this information will be revealed in the next arc, so shut up for a second.

But to sum it up, basically Wendell goes crazy and starts converting his foot soldiers into AIs. Most manage to escape, including Arc Electric, who in fear, manages to find the Toppat Manor thanks to tracing Amelia's signature and rejoins the Toppats for good.

And that's it. The N.E.R.Ds barely lasted because a man who was already corrupt became even more corrupt and than died of his own hubris. I mean, he was deleted really, but he died, so... you know.

Theodore is still out there though... who's rooting for him? XD

#the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #katie's stick drawings #headcanon corner #more like lore corner but w/e the tag fits...#anyway THANK YOU! there will also prob be some side stories as well so to keep me from exploding #bookmark

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storiesofraen · 2 years

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A little rant about Xiaomi products.

Before I actually say anything, keep in mind that these are experiences I had firsthand and stories of my friends who are also working professionals. I use my phone to work as well.

This isn't to bash at Xiaomi or anything, it's just about telling what I know and think about their products.

I own a Redmi Note 10 Pro

This is the phone I bought back in 2021 for work and school reasons, as my older phone was at the end of its battery lifespan. Near the end, at least.

At first, the phone was crazy powerful for being only 339 euros cheap and I actually got to enjoy the phone quite a lot. I loved it so much that I decided that it had to be my own personal phone. It served me well during the school year as it had an awesome camera, an awesome sound system and a really good screen. It had Android 11 out of the box and it was perfect. It was truly a phone I wish I had earlier. The very reason I bought the phone for was the balance it had on all aspects: design, performance, screen and battery. And on that note, the battery is damn chunky as it could last me up to 24 hours.

However, as time went by things started to fall apart. When I updated the phone to Android 12, problems started. You see, the first and the most important problem I started having was the keyboard. It stopped working as in it started not to appear when I needed it to type anything, regardless of the app I was using. Be it WhatsApp, Telegram or Instagram. The keyboard wouldn't show up and it created me a whole lot of problems both at school and at work.

The second issue I had was MIUI itself. What really bothers me is I get ads on the security checker, or anything really. Despite turning off those things it still bothers me a lot because Xiaomi puts a lot of pressure on app security and permissions (i.e. when I give a specific app notification access it would block me for 10 seconds) all while putting ads on a file manager or scanner.

Finally, the reason I reverted back to my old phone (which is a Samsung Galaxy S10) is the broken camera. This was a mistake on my end, yes, but with my camera damaged I don't think the phone has use anymore.

I also bought the Mi Band 6

I absolutely love the product in itself, I really do. However, the software management on the phone is god awful. While the product scores 9/10 in my books, all the apps managing the band are so awfully made I kinda gave up on using them.

The band (maybe I can just call it a watch since it also tells the time) is really a good product in itself, because its value started shining when I put it to use in various sports scenarios. I use the watch to track my jump rope workouts, my steps, my boxing sessions, my Basketball sessions, hell, even my bodyweight workout sessions. It is a great tool and it serves its purpose really well. The only think I don't like about the watch is being too sensitive when I put my gloves on. Therefore, sweat activates the screen and quits the workout immediately. This doesn't happen on swimming though. I had the time to actually test the band on the water and it proved to be not only useful, but resistant.

Now, moving on to the apps that actually manage the thing: everyone sucks. I'm not joking at all. I would laugh but it actually makes me cry.

Let me explain.

Zepp Life (which was Mi Fit) used to be perfect but now it doesn't feel so smooth anymore, in my opinion. This is because the whole new design language and coming back to it gave me a really hard time. Also, the flaw the app had ever since I set up everything was its lack of data sync. Google fit doesn't work too good and it always display the workouts on the watch as either walking or others. Just not the actual workout itself. To solve this problem I resort to Strava and it really is a good app, however Zepp Life doesn't support it.

Zepp (it's called just Zepp) is another app that manages watches like mine and it can sync to both Strava and Google Fit. Functionally, it is the perfect app, however it doesn't let me edit the watch face because the default design isn't my type.

I don't even wanna start talking about Xiaomi Fitness because God forbid that app was useful. For starters, it didn't even recognize my watch.

I'm saying so many things about the products so far, but I think this is the best place to do so.

I also had the Xiaomi TWS Earbuds 2 Basic

What can I say? I hated the experience as a whole. The buds kept calling in the Google Assistant at the weakest of wind it even dared to get near the sensor of my left bud. Same thing to Bixby. And there was no official solution for this problem, such as remapping the buttons or disabling the button as a whole. I should really code an app for Android that could actually do that. I care a lot about this kind of accessories because I used them to get my music going during training.

My friends also had problems with their Redmi phones

I know someone that got all their stuff gone for no reason whatsoever and that stuff wasn't backed up because their cloud storage was full.

And today an old colleague talked about an issue with the dialer, when the calls come the phone doesn't receive them or even worse, the phone just don't even turn the screen off when they put said phone on their ear.

Just these two stories alone made me think today. Also, I'm actually glad to know that I'm not the one being stupid with a malfunctioning phone. And on that note, going to get it fixed per warranty didn't do much, because all the shop did was update the firmware. Like wtf, you were supposed to fix the problem. Now my warranty is used. I don't even wanna remember such things, especially because I'll switch to something else once I can.

Final thoughts

I'm just glad I switched phones back.

#xiaomi #smartphone #redmi #android

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squeiky · 2 years

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I WILL in fact make a video on this but I want to get this out of my head before I forget:

(ALSO SPOILERS FOR FNAF SEQUIRY BREACH BTW)

Everyone is like: ooh Monty killed Bonnie to get the "spotlight"

But like guys, Monty already has spotlight??

Monty and Bonnie existed side by side, how else would Bonnie have gone to monty's Gator golf- (a Monty-centric area) if he was just some replacement anamtronic? (Like how they used mr. Hippo as a replacement for freddy when he left with greggory in a car.)

In the missing file report, it states that Bonnie went from his green room in Rockstar Row to, headed eats to the atrium, enters the arcade and then goes too Monty's Gator golf.

??? Bonnie deliberately went to Monty instead of Monty going to Bonnie. Not only that but he went from the green room all the way to Monty golf. That's far, you don't just do that on a whim.

And why missing? If Monty broke Bonnie they should find broken peices of him. Or atleast some kind of trail. No one ever just goes "missing", especially in fnaf. There's no way in hell Monty could've managed to destroy Bonnie without getting caught on camera either. (Seeing as Bonnie's been getting caught on camera this entire time.)

Since he goes missing in Gator Golf, it depends on if he went to where Monty is (the actual forest like place) or the place with the teacup rides. (Since those a two diffrent places using the same name.)

So where am I going with this? Well let me say it with all the angst in my heart: They said, "parts and services made the readjustments" Which means Monty way never built to properly handle a bass.

You know who is though? Bonnie.

I always had a feeling that purple color, and those feet that look too....mammal like.. it was out of place in a way. (its too similar to Freddy or Roxanne in a way.)

But I wouldn't feel like this if they reused Bonnie's parts (extra or not) to "make" Monty.

Why does Monty have star glasses when the white board doodle of Bonnie is shown with stars? It's beacuse they reused Bonnie to make Monty.

Why is Monty so angry? Well mabye, when someone says that your freind, acquaintance, buddy, has been deemed "dead", then they look at you, say "mabye you'll be even more popular than bonnie!" Then they use parts of them and place it on you, put you in what used to be their room, and then you have to see how it effects your freinds? THEN- some RABBIT lady shows up and starts messing with you're mind?

Heck yeah I would be angry!

Monty couldve been a side attraction much like Sun/Moon is or DJMM. But no, I guess not.

Beacuse Bonnie bowling is still there, next to Roxy raceway. But Monty doesn't have his own green room. He just has Bonnies.

Oh and for a bonus: remember how I mentioned Mr.hippo taking place for freddy?

I lied. They just used Monty to replace him. Mr.Hippo doesn't even sing, he uses a triangle.

Also, if you want to go even further and say Monty teamed up with Vanny, why? Monty doesn't have the claw update at that time, he wouldn't need it. It would be hard to shred stuff with hands like Freddy's or chicas. You know who can destroy an anamtronic though? The mainence/security bots. With plenty ease by the way, we've seen it with freddy.

She also has access to security cameras, and can hack the anamtronics. Gotta give credit where it's due, but Mr grandpa afton had to get that endoskeleton from somewhere yknow.

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years

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Maintaining an orphanage was a difficult, time consuming job. It didn't help Bailey that he also ran an underground crime ring. It left him with little to no time for himself, much less time to deal with repair personnel. He usually left it to one of the older orphans or an associate to handle trivial tasks like that. He was busy and time was money. Avarice was his only true companion in life and he would sacrifice nothing for it. He didn't need anyone or anything else. Couldn't trust them either. Money opened doors for you, and could lock others out. Everything he did, he did for profit. It left him with a long list of enemies. So many that he slept with a gun under his pillow, if he slept at all. Working the way he did, it wasn't unusual for him to work late into the night, and by the time he finished, find that it was morning and time to wake the lazy orphans for school.

So when he was halfway through some administrative work and his computer shit the bed, he was less than pleased. The usual hum of his ancient computer had been silenced. For a moment or two, he sat there, staring at his own reflection in the now black screen. They say you could feel an icy wind blow through the orphanage at that moment. That he had popped a blood vessel and the sound rang louder than any alarm. Like the gates of hell had opened and the demon that inhabited Bailey's mortal body screamed for blood. Yet he sat quietly at his desk. The orphans were right to be afraid, because he had just lost four hours of work, and that was a lot of money.

As Bailey reached for another cigarette and his lighter, he contemplated his options. Buying a new computer meant losing everything he had on his current one, and spending a shit ton of money, so that was right out. A long drag filled his lungs, smoke billowing from his lips like a dragon ready to breathe fire. Calmly, Bailey pulled a burner phone from his drawer and began calling some people. He needed his computer fixed, and fast. A few of his charges were savvy enough to get things done free of charge, but he couldn't trust them not to fuck with anything. He could hire someone to fix it, but not only could he not trust them, he'd have to pay them. He needed someone who didn't know him. Someone he wouldn't have to pay. Who did he know that had access to a large selection of potential computer experts? One name in particular came to mind.

Cigarette snuffed out like the hopes of the orphans he cared for, Bailey pulled on his coat and made his way out the door. The drive to the school was an uneventful one. As uneventful as things could be in rapechester anyway. It had been a while since he last needed to actually go to the school. He didn't care what the slimy bastard, Leighton, did to the orphans. Unless it lowered their inherent value that is. Fucker took one of an orphan's virginities once. Once. He learned real quick what he was and wasn't allowed to do to them. Really, one would think he wouldn't have risked anything with how Bailey bullied Leighton in their school years. Little Toad never could help himself though. Always had to stick his nose, and his camera, where it didn't belong.

But you don't get ahead in life without breaking a few legs, and Bailey missed breaking Leighton's. The thought filled him with a pleasant, nostalgic feeling. Pulling up next to the school, Bailey parked his car and took in the sight of the school. It looked the same as ever. Dreadful. The security was just as bad. Bailey just walked right into the building. No one watching the unlocked gates, no security cameras and no one monitoring the halls. This place was a disaster waiting to happen. It better not be one of his charges that gets killed. Feigning concern for them made him want to vomit. The caring and loving caretaker act was a pain to keep up, even if he was a fantastic actor.

The headmaster's office was in the same place it had been when he attended the school all those years ago. Leighton was so predictable it hurt. Door unlocked and left open, Bailey welcomed himself into the empty office space. Clean and deceptively professional, it was almost exactly the same from their school days. Disgusting. The desk was neat and orderly, a computer sitting on top. It was old, but newer than his, making it look alien by comparison. A shitty desk chair sat unoccupied just behind the sad excuse for a desk. Bailey welcomed himself to sit down and began digging through Leighton's things. What had the fucker been up to? A drawer full of unhappy, undressed students answered that one right away. More than one of said students lived under his care. Leighton never asked to take photos. Bastard owed him money.

In front of the computer monitor sat a letter from a nearby university. That wasn't anything special, Leighton was a headmaster, he probably had to write recommendations to schools. With all the head injuries he'd inflicted, it would make sense he had trouble remembering addresses. What interested Bailey was the name on the letter. It looked suspiciously like it was addressed to the parent(s)/guardian(s) of someone. The paper had been open and left skewed, covering the name. Leighton was currently in custody of a college aged individual? How unfortunate for that poor son of a bitch. And what's this? An engineer? With a minor in computer science? Well, wasn't that lucky? They had a full ride to boot, there had to be something they could do for him. Choked, frightened stuttering caught Bailey's attention and alerted him to Leighton's presence. A shit eating grin spread across the caretaker's face. He pushed himself back, so he could kick his feet up on the desk.

"Afternoon, Toad." Leighton was pale, almost ghost white seeing Bailey. Probably having flashbacks to one of the countless horrible things he'd done to him. Stripped him nude, then tied him to the gate. Beat him senseless and broke all his bones at least once. It wasn't that bad. At least he hadn't been an orphan. How pathetic. Then the headmaster's eyes locked on the paper in his tattooed hands.

"Looks like you got a prodigy on your hands, slime ball." The letter was set down in favor of picking up a pencil and writing something down. He didn't need to look at Leighton to know he was on the verge of tears. That sniffling noise was music to his sadistic ears. Like a song you forgot the name to, but heard once again.

"You ought to send them over to the orphanage along with the rest of my charges today. I'm having a few technical issues that could use fixing." Setting the pencil down, Bailey stood and kicked the chair away from himself. It hit the wall with a bang, making Leighton flinch. He stalked towards the trembling man.

"M- M- My child?" The coward's voice wavered, he was sweating bullets now. Bailey clapped Leighton on the shoulder, while seemingly innocuous and maybe even friendly, it was far from it. He'd hit him hard enough to bruise, and picked a spot he'd broken a few times in the past.

"That's right. I'd better find them in my office, or your little hobby is going to slip out to some parents." Leighton nearly fell over, holding himself up against the wall as Bailey walked out. The toad was muttering something and covered his mouth in distress. Maybe he felt sick. He should, because he was. Leighton was a sick motherfucker. He shuffled over to his desk chair and collapsed in it. Next to his child's acceptance letter was a bill for eighty-thousand pounds for taking pictures of the orphans.

Mission accomplished, Bailey went back about his day. He couldn't let a minor road block get in the way of the rest of his obligations. He had manual back ups he could work off of for the time being. Time always seemed to fly by when he was buried neck deep in work. Whether that was collecting debts, meeting and screening clients, or dealing with some unruly individuals that thought he was joking when he said he'd kill them if they damaged the merchandise beyond repair. Some people never learned. It wasn't Bailey's job to teach grown ass adults that a man carrying a weapon and saying he'll kill you, may actually kill you. So they had to be taken care of permanently, like crushing a bug under his shoe. It felt like he'd only just gotten started again when the telltale sound of orphans returning let him know it was late afternoon. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He had guests he was expecting.

The day was finally at an end. Classes were over, and you didn't have to worry about anyone picking on you anymore. For the most part anyway. Most of the school hated you because your father was the headmaster. They avoided you like the plague and whispered about you being… Abused at home. You agreed he could be strange sometimes, and insisted on sheltering you away from your peers, but he wasn't a monster like your classmates made him out to be. He was an attentive, if overbearing parent that put your safety and education first. You'd seen what some of the students did to each other in the halls. Frankly, that Whitney kid scared you. A lot. So you didn't mind your dad bringing you to and from school. It was rare that he would let you go home alone, which meant it was rare you left with the other kids, but today he ushered you out like his life depended on it. He had told you that an acquaintance of his needed help with his computer, so he was dropping you off to help him out.

That was fine. You liked getting out of the house every now and then. You'd probably just have to unplug something and plug it back in. If this friend of his was anything like your dad, he was probably technologically illiterate. You'd expected to maybe see that businessman your dad hung out with, the one that eyed you like an object he was appraising, but instead you were brought to the orphanage. Your first thought was that he was abandoning you, but your dad got out and walked you in and to the caretaker's office. Sitting behind a heavy looking, mahogany desk, was one of the scariest people you'd ever seen. He looked like he walked right out of a gangster movie. Scars, tattoos and a cigarette hanging from his lip, everything! How did your dad know this man?

"I appreciate the punctuality." The dark haired man addressed you, not your father. It was like your dad didn't even exist to him. He stood and rounded his desk to lean on it with his arms crossed. He looked up and down. Not in a sexual way, but like he was sizing you up for a fight. You fought the instinct to shrink in on yourself when the man approached you and offered a tattooed hand.

"My name is Bailey, I'm the caretaker here." Sheepishly, you shook his much larger hand. Just from that, you could tell he was terrifyingly strong. It made your heart skip a beat, your face flushing hot. You struggled to maintain eye contact, your voice shook when you introduced yourself. Your father was saying something, but you weren't really listening. Eyes trained on Bailey, you watched him take another drag of his cigarette. The way his lips wrapped around the filter, how his chest expanded and the way the roll looked balanced between his fingers. You jumped when your father put his hand on your shoulder.

"Isn't that right?" He asked you and you felt your face get redder. You hadn't paid any attention to what he was saying.

"I- I, uh, wh- what?" You winced when Bailey barked out a laugh, one that made his shoulders shake. Confused and embarressed, you looked between your dad and the caretaker. Your father looked terrified. He fidgeted in place and cleared his throat, but was cut off by Bailey waving his hand dismissively.

"Forget it. Thanks for the laugh, kid." Bailey said, smoke spilling from his lips.

"Get going, Leighton." Bailey's tone went from casual, to harsh in an instant. Like your dad wasn't a person to him, but an animal. Your father began to stutter out excuses while the caretaker sat back down in his chair and gestured for you to come closer with his head. Leighton desperately didn't want to leave you alone with Bailey. You weren't sure what the warm feeling building inside you was, but it compelled you to obey the caretaker and leave your father's side. With you standing next to Bailey, Leighton felt his world shatter. His only child was fully at the mercy of his childhood bully. Crushed and defeated, he slowly showed himself out. Once the office door clicked shut, Bailey turned to you.

"I have a lot of important, confidential information that I need to recover from this." Bailey pointed to his ancient computer and monitor. It looked like it was ripped from a nineties movie. A dull gray that yellowed from time and his chain smoking. Something that old was bound to fail, and you were amazed it lasted as long as it did. You started with some basic troubleshooting to see what might be the issue. You narrated what you did, as you did it, and explained to Bailey what it is you were looking for. Most of it was nonsensical gibberish to him, but you were pretty cute and had a nice voice, so he let you keep talking. He watched you work and focused more on you, than your work. Your mother must have had an affair. There was no way you were related to Leighton. Sure, you stumbled over your words and struggled to meet his eye, but you weren't pissing yourself. You were acting more like you had a crush than you were afraid.

Taking another drag, he sat back and let his eyes roam over your figure. He started making small talk, wanting to keep the mood light and you comfortable while you worked. Things like hobbies, goals and interests. Easy things like that. He even shared some of the more embarrassing stories about your father being bullied. By other people of course, he wasn't stupid but his remanising made you laugh at your father's failings as a human. Really, he enjoyed your company more than he thought he would. So much so, that when you finally managed to get the fossil of a computer up and running again, Bailey invited you to come back.

"I can teach you some things." He offered, and ever the curious one, you were happy to accept his vague invitation. You never really told your father you were visiting Bailey, especially when you started fucking him. At first, it was because you didn't know how to tell your dad. Then you decided you didn't want him to know. He wouldn't let you see him anymore. Spending more time there, and less at home, he was getting suspicious. You told him you were going to the library, or staying at a friend's house to work on a project. Which wasn't entirely untrue? You were working for sure.

Focusing was becoming increasingly difficult. Tears blurred your vision, rendering your homework illegible. It felt like you'd been at this for hours, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Even as you squirmed, Bailey held you firmly in place against his lap with one arm. His other hand was busy in your soaked panties, teasing your sex. His thick fingers slid from your clit to prod at you needy hole, only to slither back to your abused bundle of nerves. A high pitched keed left your throat.

"Hush, you're almost done. You can solve it." Bailey brushed his lips against the shell of your ear before biting your earlobe. You moaned softly as the pain mixed with pleasure. Maths had never been this difficult for you before. It was simple accounting too. If Bailey wasn't insistent on teasing you, you'd be finished already. You squeezed your eyes shut to clear away your frustrated tears, letting them glide down your cheeks. Okay, so if X is--

Bailey licked a path up your throat, collecting your tears and sucking a dark hickey high on your neck. It was going to be hard to hide that one from your dad, and even harder to explain. As you desperately tried to refocus on your homework, Bailey began grinding his erection against your plump bottom. Your whimpering went ignored. He was going to play with your body until you finished the work in front of you. It really took everything you had to get the other seven problems finished. Here you were on the last one. So tantalisingly close to being finished and having Bailey fuck you raw till you were dripping cum and couldn't walk.

"You're doing so well," Bailey spoke in a hushed tone, making you shiver. With a shaking hand, you wrote down the answer. When you set down your pencil, Bailey leaned over to check your work, pressing his hard on more firmly against you. Of course it couldn't just be any answer. You needed to get it right. You sobbed in relief when he hummed approvingly and shoved you over his desk. A pocket knife made quick work of your panties. As Bailey unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly, you bunched your skirt up around your waist, giving him a spectacular view of your ass and drooling quim. Pressing yourself further into his desk, you pushed yourself up on your toes to better present yourself to him. Hands firmly on your hips, Bailey might have laughed if he wasn't as needy as you were.

He gave no warning and no time for reprieve. With one harsh thrust, Bailey was balls deep inside you. He set a rough, quick pace from the start. His office filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, with the wet squelching of your slick being fucked out of you and your own whorish moans drowning out Bailey's grunting and harsh breathing. Focused entirely on getting off, he didn't care that you drooled on or scratched the shit out of his desk. He needed a new one anyway. This one shook too much when he fucked you on it and made too much noise. Of course, he could always start taking you home and having you in his own bed, but this was more convenient. Even less convenient but incredibly appealing was the thought of ruining your tight little pussy all over your home. Maybe he'd time things so that your father would get home to find him emptying his balls into you, right in his bed. Bailey had Leighton's sweet, little virgin kid now as his own personal cocksleve. A little whore that wanted nothing more than to be bent over and fucked stupid. He had corrupted, tainted and deflowered you and you loved every second of it.

It was funny to think you'd been hesitant when Bailey first started to take things further with you. Touching became caressing, became kissing, and that ultimately became him using you like a flesh light. He'd been your first and you couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else. His cock was enormous, stretching you more than you thought possible. Every ridge and vein along the shaft felt glorious rubbing against your tight, gummy walls. The first time was unspeakably painful, and not entirely consensual, but he had you crying his name in ecstasy by the end of it. He didn't need to aim for your sweet spot. It was like he was made to fuck you, or you were made to be fucked by him. Either way, each time he bottomed out he would hit that spot that made you see stars. Again and again he struck it till your eyes were rolling back in your head.

Legs shaking, his name on your lips like a prayer and Bailey knew you were close. That was fine, he was too. He may have taken the teasing too far and left you both more worked up than intended. Which again, was fine. He was learning your body like one would learn an instrument, and he planned on getting you to the point you'd do anything for him. You were well on your way there already. Bailey leaned over you, pinning your body to the desk with his. One of his hands released your hips to wrap around your throat. He squeezed enough to make you gasp, to give him more control, but not enough to threaten your consciousness.

"Come on-- Fuck! That's it. Cum on my cock." Bailey let go of your hips entirely to bring his hand down hard against your ass. The sharp, sudden pain was enough to push you over the edge. You cried out loudly as you came. Bailey bit hard into your shoulder, drawing blood, so as to hide his pleasured groan. The tight convulsing of your inner walls had done him in and it wasn't long before his thrusts became sloppier, less coordinated. Just as feeling awareness returned to you, you felt him bury himself as far inside you as he could, the hot flood of Bailey's finish spilling inside your abused cunt.

The pair of you stayed like that for a while longer, taking the time to catch your breath and revel in the afterglow. You had been so afraid the first time he came inside you. Thankfully, Bailey was the kind of person who thought ahead. He told you he'd gotten a vasectomy when he was eighteen. About your age. It took a huge weight off your shoulders to know you wouldn't have to worry about anything like that. You really liked Bailey, maybe too much. He was the same age as your father, and if the rumors you heard from the orphans under his care were true; he was sick and evil beyond words. He was involved in some dark and dangerous shit, and maybe you weren't quite as well adjusted as you thought you were, because that just turned you on more. While more attached to your lover than he was to you, that didn't mean he wouldn't keep you. You belonged to Bailey now, and he wasn't going to let you go. Not when he knew he could use you to hurt Leighton for the rest of his sick, little toad life. Would he kill himself if Bailey got you pregnant? He might have to get his vasectomy reversed and find out.

A pretty little thing like you would make for a good trophy spouse, he could kill two birds with one stone there. Take Leighton's kid and flaunt you in front of that status chasing prick, Avery? Too tempting to not go for. You didn't need to go to university. You were already a good cum dump, he might as well put a ring on it. It helped that you were smart and knew your place already. Bailey didn't have to waste time in training you. Hell, maybe at some point he could probably trust you enough to let you manage the orphanage and take on some of his workload. If nothing else, you could handle his technical issues. Free of charge, of course.

(- anon 🚩 Bailey taking his bullying of Leighton to a whole new level is funny to me.)

Once more we bully Leighton. As he fucking deserves.

Yet another great piece from 🚩 anon! Everyone come read!

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP 106 - Old Man (New Character)

First Encounter You both first met by accident when you stumbled into his cell because of your curiosity. You were just a young adult and was new to the foundation. Dr. Bright took you under his wing because you were interested in studying the SCPs and had a strong degree of knowledge in bioengineering. Bright treated you as his own child and was rather protective of you when it came to other people who flirted with you and dangerous SCPs. 106 was no exception as he too was a dangerous Keter class SCP. You knew that Bright carried a large necklace which so happened to be an SCP and met various doctors who were also unique like him, so when it came to anomalies, you weren't as afraid of them. 106 came out of his pocket dimension and decided to inspect you as you froze in surprise. Dr Bright was about to send in the guards until he witnessed you having a somewhat awkward conversation with each other and decided against it. He allowed this to happen over a period of time and decided to pull you out as he had other matters to discuss.

Your Feelings for Him Dr. Bright allowed you to spend some time with 106, however, that doesn't mean he trusted that SCP. This resulted in some guards or another researcher keeping an eye out for you and making sure that 106 doesn't attack you. As you normally do, 106 started a conversation with you and for whatever reason, you blushed at his jokes. 106 was oblivious to this and carried in his jokes and short conversations and unintentionally made you even more flustered by complimenting you.

His Confession Despite him having the appearance of an old man, 106 was able to keep updated onto your culture as he spent more and more time with you. As time went on, he found himself more fond of you and decided to take you to his pocket dime room and back. This astonished the researchers as they rarely see anyone coming back alive and well from his pocket dimension. During that time in his pocket dimension, he had asked you out to which you agreed without letting him even finishing his question. When you went back everyone was curious and worried and interrogated you about your time there with him.

Date Dates with 106 are rather unique. I say this because he takes you into his pocket dimension and shows you around if he hasn't already and you both make pranks on the D-Classes who's still managed to stay alive. However, there are times when you both have your dates within the foundation and 106 is only granted access to the outside world when he's doing tests so he treats this as a date when you're there with him. But of course, he's a Keter class so requests for him to be out of his containment other than tests are normally forbidden. So this then results in dates in his cell which are typically you and 106 chillaxing.

When he's jealous 106 is pretty average when it comes to jealousy, so if he sees someone being overly flirty or looks at you for at least 30 seconds, he'd start attacking. By attacking, I mean he kidnaps the dude into his pocket dimension and leaves them there to die off, but that you'd mind because you only have eyes on him. After all that, he'd then be overly clingy towards you and wouldn't let you work at all. At least for the remainder of the day.

When there's a containment breach It's not common for 106 to cause a containment breach nor is it rare. He usually causes a containment breach is when he wants to be with you. In this case, he'd only attack when there are people standing in his way as his main goal is to find you. Most people take notice of this and usually grant him access to see you if you're busy with whatever and he complies with whatever the staff needs of him. However, if some other SCPs caused the breach, 106 would still look for you, but he'd be more aggressive with the other SCPs and staff as he's worried about you. If you were injured, he'd take you into his dimension and become your personal medic for minor injuries. Otherwise, he'd go to 049. If you weren't hurt, he'd be relieved and hug you tightly.

Yandere!SCP 106 Yandere!106 isn't too much of his usual self. The only difference being that he'd take you to his pocket dimension way too frequently, the researchers don't even have a chance to ask you to take a camera and record the stuff there. Anyone who just as much as look at you will be met with a poisonous glare from 106 and he'd deal with them when you're not looking. The only punishment for you is you being trapped in his pocket dimension for days at a time. But that's so rare that none of you would need to worry about this at all.

How he reacts to his angry!S/O Seeing you angry is rare as you spend most of your time alone with 106 and even more so since you're both rather peaceful. Well, that was until some guy has decided to dedicate his free time to bullying you because you're dating an elderly man. This of course enraged you which resulted in you both taking part in a fistfight. And of course, security had to get you off him to no avail and 106 was called in to retrieve you. At this point, 106 would no longer be a Keter class, but a Thaumiel as he was able to calm down an angry!(Y/N).

When someone tries to steal you away You'd be out of your mind if you wanted to steal 106's partner. 106 would go full-on rage mode and hunt down anyone and everyone, even bystanders. That being said, a rather persistent guy who came into the foundation with you on the same day as you did wouldn't leave you alone and when he realised that you were dating an anomaly, he became such a Yandere and went out of his way to snatch you away from him. If he can't have you, then nobody could and that's what he's done. But what he didn't know was that 106 was in full view of the drama and silently followed. You were locked inside the man's room and heard his scream. 106, along with other staff members, went in to retrieve you. As you went out, you saw the kidnapper's body lying unconscious and lifeless. Needless to say, word got around and nobody would mess with you ever again.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 18: Visitor

In the early hours, Erik walked casually through the next hotel's parking lot dressed in comfortable all black with his bag of equipment, following silently and subtly a few feet behind a clueless older white man, mid-50s in loafers. The guy was making his way to a small silver Ford c-max with key in hand. He hit the unlock moving to the passenger side and luckily, he was parked next to a truck. Erik hopped in the cut behind him and between the two cars, wrapping his right arm around the guys neck, catching his chin in his elbow. The guy grabbed Erik's arm trying to resist and protect his throat, but Erik gripped his shoulder before locking his left arm behind the man's head, thumb to his own right ear. The throat was caught between his arm and bicep as he squeezed for ten seconds feeling the man go slack. He released him gently to the ground and took the keys, sliding into the driver's seat. Pulling out of the hotel lot, he turned on the radio grimacing when country music flared from the speakers. He switched the radio to the hip hop station. After thinking over the dinner incident, he knew exactly how he'd been located. He knew the risks earlier when he'd taken that damn picture despite being in the middle of a game of assassins. He needed to get to the computer at the Reunion Tower to access employee files. That was his start.

Parking a block away, Erik created his own route to side entrance, carrying his bag over his shoulder. It would've been so much easier if he could've strongarmed an employee to get in, but they were all long gone as were the police so fuck all that. He didn't need anyone to get the job done, he'd do it himself. Checking out the lock, he wondered about the security system. If he weren't on a time crunch, he'd have waited to scope the place out for cameras and to check the security system. All he had to go on was what he'd picked up earlier in the day. His knowledge was something, but not thorough. He knew they probably had a security alert system in place but it likely wasn't sophisticated and officers were not 24/7. He'd probably trigger a silent alarm so time was of the essence as well as a mask for whatever CCTV they had. He had an unassuming black ski mask that he put on, tucking his gold necklace. He also wore gloves so his race wouldn't be known.

Picking the side lock instead of the front or back was the better decision. Typically it was the least congested when it came to security, in his experience and now that he was into the tower, he had to be efficient and brief. He had two goals. 1) Hack into the employee records for staff schedules and staff personal information. He could get this from payroll. 2) Delete all photos they have on file that way he could delete his own image without singling himself out.

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The harsh bounce of the plane as its wheels drop loudly and beat the runway shakes you awake and throws you around in your seat, the mechanical whirring of the machinery rushing forward like a giant car. Judging by the hush that had been as a blanket over every passenger, it seems that you're not the only one who was knocked out. As the lights shine on in the plane you can see and hear people waking up, shifting to life in their seats. The sky is still black, but the plane is guided by by amber artificial lighting. When it finally rolls to a stop, you have to wait along with everyone else to get off. Fighting the urge to close your eyes, you check the time. It's close to 2:45, which means it's almost 5 in Texas.

Erik is probably stretched out right now on his face, buried under pillows and enjoying having that hotel bed to himself. Maybe he'll let the maids into the room this time... or not. Knowing him, it's still not likely.

Finally the first few rows stand up starting the exit wave. You jump up with sleep still in your eyes to tug your bag down from the overhead bin, following the quick moving line of passengers through the suspended hall into the airport gate. They all move like they have somewhere to be in a hurry the way they speed speedwalk from the plane like they weren't just knocked. Meanwhile, you're ready to take a nap in one of these many empty seats you keep passing up.

"We ain't that reckless," you mumble. If you fell asleep in a public area with your luck you'd wake up with half your luggage or items missing. "..Sleepy sleepy sleepy," you mumble.

The good thing about flights at this time is that the airport is practically empty which means there's no one in your way, no one to compare your pace to, and no one to dodge or speed walk against. You can take things at your own pace without the social pressure to keep up without looking fatigued. Collecting your checked luggage from the baggage claim, you go your own pace to the parking lot hitting the unlock on the key fob. The familiar lights flash on and you head on over settling in.

It feels so strange driving Erik's car without him in it. You feel yourself blinking a little too much and too long, yawning into the side of your wrist with watery eyes. The same energy from the airport is on the road, borderline deserted. There aren't a lot of cars out riding around past 3 especially where you're headed. You flip on the radio turning it to a pop station and High Hopes by PATD has just started. Cranking it up, you sing along as loudly as you can muster to wake yourself up. You can feel yourself swerve a bit. The music carries you all the way to that exit where you turn off into some stretch of rural nothing. It's where you take an unmarked and nearly unnoticeable road that looks like it leads to nowhere. Following it, you find that familiar long and dark backroad, riding through under a canopy of tall grass and weed-like plants that shoot up from the dirt like walls. You drive slowly fearful of a frantic deer or some large animal jumping out in front of the vehicle. Finally, you're met with the large isolated modern house with glass panels. It's very dark. Strong shadows are cast all over the surrounding area, the greenery... the only light comes from the stars up above, twinkling mildly off of the glass.

How does Erik see anything when he comes home at night with the lights off? The place isn't even lit properly, he ought to leave the lights on! How does he feel safe like this?

Come to think of it, he does pack guns. You'd counted three. One he gave to you for emergencies, one you'd seen in his hand when he came to your rescue in your apartment, and one you'd seen at dinner when the restaurant got shot up. You cringe at the memory of the blood and the shots. It looked like someone had died yet Erik had been so ready to rush out to play hero, confronting the situation head-on as if he were still active duty and on the front lines. That part of him while honorable is still very scary because his overconfidence and meddling nature could potentially be the death of him. Then what? He's only human and not immune to attacks but he just won't back down. It seems to be embedded into his makeup.

Three guns. That's only what you've seen! The thought makes you shake your head. Maybe that's it right there. Maybe Erik doesn't feel safe either. Maybe that's why he has so many guns.. to protect himself.. because of the life he's lived. He's seen some awful things, you're sure. Things you can't imagine and the way he hardly blinked watching those attackers... You shiver. He wouldn't call it fear, he'd call it being prepared. Either way, he feels a strong need to watch his back, that much you can gather.

The first thing you do when inside the house is go through and flip on all the lights downstairs and then upstairs. Well, not all of them, but enough to start to feel like you aren't the main character in a horror movie with some homicidal maniac hunting you from the woods. The influx of light enough to ease your mind for the time being and you use the excess jittery energy to unpack and put your brand new belongings away. You hadn't gotten a chance to wear everything you'd bought in Texas, but something told you that you would. Erik was entirely too extra to not find an occasion. He'd probably create one.

Stripping down, you locate his hamper tossing in your belongings. You'll wash them all tomorrow. As for now, you head naked down the hall and into the bathroom more excited than ever to use his spa room of a shower. Looking over the contents arranged on the long and exposed shelf under his double sink, you pull from the neatly folded white washcloths and towels stacked next to the wicker basket of Erik's grooming items. To the left are a gang of small white candles in simple glass jars with black labels and white print. He's got at least two of each scent.. Vanilla, Sandalwood, Egyptian Musk, Coconut Mango, and Leather. Heading back into the hall, you snatch the lighter from Erik's bedroom drawer, lighting the Coconut Mango before carrying your body wash into the shower.

Once out, you wrap a towel around yourself carrying the candle and head to your own assigned room to lotion down and put on a tank with some small shorts to sleep in. Only suddenly, after showering you're not ready to sleep just yet.. so you head back downstairs with the spare blanket you found in the guest room's closet and help yourself to a yellow gatorade and some popcorn figuring you probably ought to cook something tomorrow so his groceries don't go to waste. There're some good ingredients in his fridge. You aren't doing any of it tonight though.

Sitting on the couch and flipping on the TV, you get cozy under the blanket as the current commercial break ends. There's a lady with a blunt blonde bob popping corn over the stove like she's in the stone age. You eat a handful of your own popcorn as she picks up the phone and the voice sounds creepy.

Who the hell is she speaking to and why is she entertaining him? Wait, is that Drew Barrymore?

"Wait.. Oh hell no," you change the channel not wanting to watch a horror movie right before bed, especially Scream.

"Nope," you repeat suddenly a tad paranoid. Not while you're in a bigass house in the middle of nowhere alone, like a cabin in the woods and your phone is upstairs. No ma'am, no sir. You keep flipping, sipping your gatorade.

After flipping through nonsense, however, curiosity gets the best of you and against your better judgement, you go back to Scream. You'd never actually watched it before though it was hailed as a classic.

"No he doesn't have her doing trivia," you snicker.

"...And he kills her boyfriend. This is crazy... He done stabbed her in the chest and choked her? That's a little personal, he must have known her. This killer is someone she knows."

"Dang, he must have stabbed her in the lung because she couldn't even yell to her parents. Will he kill them too or are they not on his hit list? Her only targets teens who cook their popcorn weird."

Shovelling more popcorn into your mouth you ignore that you're basically her right now, choosing instead to watch the mom as she looks outside.

"Don't tell me... Oh NO.. NO NO NO."

When you see the body hanging, you almost turn it off but then these homicidal 90s suburban teens come on screen and each of them seem not just capable of murder, but intrigued by it. You can see this creepy film is gonna be a whodunnit. Suddenly, you're more aware of the chill on your arms and the sounds in the house.

It's just the house settling, you remind yourself. There's no one out here. Erik lives away from society and that includes psychotic knife-weilding murderers.

Flu pops into your mind threatening to make you frantic, but you cast his face down immediately.

Nope... no one is out here. It's just me and I'm okay. I'll be okay.

The doorbell rings your heart hops into your throat. There's an accompanying aggressive knocking on the door causing your head to snap right to face it as you sit still as possible.

Who the french toast is all the way out here at 4:40 a.m. and why? Keep it together. Find a weapon. Don't freak out. Get up... quietly.

Again, someone knocks and you continue to stare at the door like a deer in headlights. The doorbell rings twice and your eyes widen when a feminine voice yells.

"ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE." You listen closely. "I WILL BURN ALL THIS SHIT DOWN, KILL," she threatens as if she's looking for somebody.

Who?

Against your better judgment again, you pad to the door and peep through the peephole spotting a slim brown girl with long dark curly hair in a big sloppy top bun. She's looking you dead in the eye and you have to remember that she can't actually see you.

Looks about his type though. Exactly his type actually.

"Stop looking at me and open the door, Kill. This is business."

With your hand on the knob, you unlock the door and pull it open to a crack. Staring at the woman in front of you, she's about an inch taller but it's close. She opens her mouth but her eyes widen briefly in surprise and she closes her mouth, squinting in pure bewilderment.

"Who.. are you," she tilts her head with an pained expression that says you are way out of place and far from home. You know that already and she doesn't need to look like that. Afterall, she's the one banging on the door at close to 5 in the morning while you're inside. So who's really out of place? "Hello?"

"..That's none of your business. Who are you and do you know what time it is?"

Her eyes are unwavering, staring you down. "It's none of your business," she remarks. You start to shut the door in her face, but she pushes it back open.

"His car is here. Tell him to come out."

"He's not here. Check back in a few days." Rolling your eyes, you try to shut the door again and she pushes her way in going straight to the staircase.

"KILL," she yells from the bottom. You fold your arms and glare at her until she looks your way.

"Are you done? I don't know what you two are on, but like I said he's not here."

"Look, I'm not the one you wanna toy with," she retorts, her finger twirling dismissively at you. She takes off upstairs and you follow to keep a keen eye on her, but you need to grab your phone from your room to call Erik. He answers on the second ring.

"What's up, baby," he mumbles.

"Why.. what you doing?"

"Taking a shit."

You frown looking at the woman who's standing in the doorway watching you. Her eyes narrow and her lips pout.

"There's a woman here looking for you. She just scared the living daylights out of m-"

"You opened the door?"

"Yeah because she-"

"You don't know who's on the other side or what they want so why would you open the fuckin door?"

"Pause. How did this become an attack on me?"

"I'm not attacking you but if she was someone dangerous you'd be dead right now."

"Erik, anyone out here is out here on purpose as far out into the cut as this damn house is. That means they either know you or they're extremely lost and looking for civilization. So you tell me who dangerous is lurking around the middle of nowhere? You got evil exes to destroy?"

"KILL. ANSWER YOUR PHONE," the woman yells from the doorway.

"You never heard of serial killers," Erik asks. "People who be FUCKIN people up for no reason?! You don't answer the door at 4 AM, stupid!"

"Don't call me stupid, asshole! What do I do about this girl here staring at me. Did you not hear her screaming like an idiot-"

"I heard that shit! Tell her ass to chill the fuck out! I'll get with her tomorrow," Erik snaps. "Don't be answering the door so late at night. All them damn movies you watch, you'd think you'd-"

"You'd think you'd control your damn subs! Y'all are both irking the hell out of my nerves."

"Don't be doing stupid shit when I'm not there to protect you. What if it were someone dangerous?"

"You so damn paranoid! I'm a ask you one last time then I'm leaving because this is some bullshit and I don't have to take it."

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"Oh you real bold when I'm not there. Keep that energy in life and you'll be good." He'd just left the home of a man on staff who'd gone home early in the day before shit went down.

It seemed a bit suspect when Erik saw it on the schedule and when he was the man's face on his scanned ID, the man looked like he could be a relative of one of the shooters, maybe a younger brother.

Erik's hunch turned out to be right and with a gun to the guy's nose in his sleep, he rushed out an address while begging for his life. Apparently big bro was into some shit he ain't know about. At least that's what he'd claimed. It could've been the truth. It could've been a lie. Erik pulled the trigger and left him there as a stain and a warning to anyone involved that they would be located and exterminated in the same manner.

"She a friend. We collab on projects," Erik muttered closing the car door as he hopped out and started walking.

Swift wasn't playing if she showed up on his doorstep. She never did that. She'd never had to, he was typically efficient and even quick. But this time he was fuckin up and trying to fix it. She wanted this job wrapped up.

Of course she had other shit to do and places to be that would make her money, but she was hanging around and standing by for him solely because she had a crush on him. He was very aware although she'd never admit it and he was grateful for her help and support. She was an invaluable partner, much like Rell. He hoped he'd never have to end her the same way.

"Give her the phone," Erik softened, ignoring Y/N's grumbling as he walked on a dirt path into a wooded region surrounded by pitch black.

"Hey," Swift said simply. She knew not to talk in front of his subs. She'd already met Shay once and Jaliyah twice.

"You're scaring my sub, stop that shit she's skittish and very sensitive."

She sighed.

"I was compromised and targeted," he divulged knowing the expression she'd wear. In his mind he could see her jaw drop, the thinly veiled panic in her brown eyes. "Relax, they took out the wrong guy. I know exactly how they found me and I'm on them as we speak."

The line went quiet and he waited for her response, standing still.

"Fine. Have fun," she enthused finally. He knew what that coded response truly meant. Be careful.

"I'll be fine." She was probably thinking of coming to Texas just to back him up. She was powerful. However, he was confident in himself and finally in a space where he was thinking clearly. "I got this," he assured her. "Go ahead to Mazatlan. I'll hit you up when this is done. No one gets the drop on Killmonger."

Hanging up, Erik walked carefully and quietly until he heard voices, then he moved stealthily around the clearing that was set up with a camper, fire, and lights to check out the surrounding area. From far back where he stood, there was a narrow road and a few other trailers. The main road was near, but he'd come a back way through the trees on foot. He counted four voices and they were discussing ways to get their hands on more military grade weapons. One of them had a collection of assault rifles for trade and another was looking to invest in a tank. Erik stood positioned in the woods unnoticed with his bag on the ground and 27 lb AS50 assembled and aimed once he got the visual. The AS50 had a lower recoil than his AW50 so it would be easier to hit four targets quickly. He waited a moment making sure he could actually fatally hit each target, determining that he easily could. Before anything could go wrong, he braced himself and quickly hit the trigger four times. The bodies fell and his sharp ears no longer picked up conversation.

Moving quickly to a different position with a visual, he got low. The next person to come into view got popped and fell. Going in closer to the trailers, he waited, but no one else came out.

"Fuck it," he said after fifteen minutes. He stepped into the clearing and nudged the bodies with his foot checking for reactions and movements. Two responded. He shot them both again. The third body brought him great glee.

"Been chasing yo ass," Erik frowned staring down. It was undoubtedly his target.. in the flesh. He was late, but he'd gotten him and now Swift could get up off his back and he could go- "Shit.."He felt a bullet go through his leg.

He fired instantly in the direction from which the bullet came and his shot went through the trailer in front of him under the cracked window. He only hoped he hit whoever it was.

Limping, he forced his hit leg to carry him into the trailer where he saw a small blonde boy on the ground bleeding out with a .40 caliber pistol in his still hand. A touch of guilt touched Erik's heart. It was just a little kid, a kid who likely knew nothing of what was going on and had been raised in the bullshit, taught early on to shoot.. This was probably his first real gun. The little guy was probably the son of one of the five men he shot. He felt even more guilty knowing he'd taken someone's father away like that. It probably didn't really matter since the boy was dead now, but still... The world was a fucked up place.

Even more fucked up was the fact that he now had to go into each of the trailers and shoot whoever was holed up in each one. They were probably innocents, but he had to be thorough. No more fuck ups. He ripped a peice of material from a shirt hanging over a chair and quickly tied it around his leg under his pants. He controlled his limp moving to the next trailer finding a haggard older woman holding a little girl to keep her calm. The woman shook her head but before she could speak, Erik spoke first.

"I'm sorry," he whispered pulling the trigger twice.

#black panther killmonger #erik killmonger x black reader #original #house rules #erik stevens x reader #erik stevens x you

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echodrops · 4 years

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Hi! I'm kinda freaking out over how I'm going to manage everything when I start college. I'm kinda on the fence about whether or not I should inform my professors right off the bat about my mental health issues/ if that would even be helpful? I struggle a lot with depression and anxiety so my grades kinda weren't the best, I got lucky that I test really well so my SAT scores were high. I hope I'm not over stepping anything, but sense you're a professor yourself I thought it wouldn't hurt to try.

Phew! First, take a big deep breath, because I totally agree that starting college can be super overwhelming, but I know you can do it and I’m cheering for you!

First I just want to say that, while I can give my own answer to this question, I can’t guarantee every professor you meet will view this situation the exact same way as I will--professors are people and run the gamut from super supportive and kind to, unfortunately(!!), very unkind towards students. I recommend waiting until after your first or second class with each professor before speaking with them about personal topics--give yourself a day or two to get a feel for them and how they might respond, and hopefully you’ll be able to quickly spot the ones who won’t be supportive and that’s when you change classes ASAP and I’m only partly kidding.

Now, on to the actual answer to this question:

Yes, I definitely think you should inform your professors about your concerns and how your mental health might affect your ability in each class; however, there are actually a couple steps I’d take first to both protect yourself and increase your chances of success at college.

1) Before speaking to your professors, get in contact with your college’s Disabilities, Accessibility, or Counseling Office. The name of this office will vary by college, but most will use one of those first two words in their name, or will be named Counseling and Psychological Services (CAPS). Even if you contact the wrong office, they can always transfer you. Most colleges offer counseling to their students for free, which can be an incredibly helpful resource when you reach midterm exams and really get hit with that feeling of being in over your head! You want to have this office on speed dial for those days where you get out of class and just want to cry because the work is piling up. Those days happen to everyone, unfortunately, and knowing in advance where on campus you can go to get help is vital.

However, even more important than the direct counseling is the powerful tool in this office’s arsenal called “Accommodations.” By law, to protect students from unreasonable demands from professors, students with documented physical or mental health disabilities are eligible for special accommodations to make completing their classes more manageable. These accommodations vary by student, but they often include things like extra time to complete quizzes and exams, permission to deliver oral presentations in private instead of in front of a class, access to a private, quiet room to complete work, or a dedicated note-taker to assist you with note-taking in class.

When a student qualifies for accommodations, each one of the student’s professors receives a contract they have to sign, and the professors will be legally bound to honor the accommodations listed on the contract. You can probably see how it would be useful to have this contract in advance when you go to talk to a professor about your mental health concerns--that way, even if you encounter a professor who isn’t super supportive, they will be legally obligated to make the class easier for you to manage. Going through the disabilities office protects you and ensures you getting access to all the great resources your university has for people with mental health challenges!

2) Next, make sure you know about all the tutoring and homework support your university offers. Many schools have a wide range of services designed specifically to help students get through difficult classes; if you’re able to complete your school work easily and keep your grades up, college will be much less stressful and anxiety-inducing. Most colleges offer math, science, and writing labs where you can meet with dedicated peer tutors to review your work and go over hard concepts; many schools also have research librarians who can help you find sources for essays or reports, career services offices to help connect you with opportunities like internships or volunteering that will really build out your resume, private study rooms you can rent to get work done, technology like laptops and cameras you can rent for assignments, and even offices that arrange events specifically to help keep students feeling mentally fit--one office at my old campus used to bring puppies for students to play with during finals week!

Before speaking to your professors, take the time to familiarize yourself with the resources your school offers, and even though it might be scary at first, ease yourself into the idea of using these services. You will have an infinitely, INFINITELY easier time in college if you really take advantage of every single tool the school is offering you--student tuition goes to cover these services, so you should definitely use them. You can rid yourself of a lot of the anxiety related to homework and understanding class concepts by regularly visiting the free campus tutors.

3) Finally, speak to your professors--but come with questions already planned! Most--again, unfortunately I can’t speak for all professors, but--most professors will be more than willing to work with you and will be understanding of your mental health concerns if you alert them in advance. When students disappear for half the semester with no warning and then come back in the last week of class begging for make-up work because they were too depressed to come to class, that oftentimes comes across as making excuses, rather than being genuine. But if you let your professors know at the beginning of the semester that you’re new to college and concerned about your ability to succeed, your professors should be willing to accommodate your needs and help you throughout the semester.

The best way to secure a professor’s cooperation is to show that you’re dedicated to doing your best and that you want to fully understand their class expectations. In turn, the best way to show this dedication to ask some specific questions and try to formulate a plan with your professor.

After you explain your mental health concerns, some questions you might want to consider asking would be:

1) If my anxiety affects my ability to speak up in class, will I lose points? Are there ways I can contribute in class without being in the spotlight?

2) If my depression begins to affect my attendance, will there be chances to make up for absences? What are your policies for attendance in our class? If I am absent, should I come to you to ask what I missed, or should I ask another student in class?

3) If I’m struggling with assignments for our class, can I come to you for help with them? I noticed your office hours (on the syllabus, your office door, etc.) but I realized that none of your office hours fit my schedule. Are you available for appointments outside of your regular office hours?

4) I’ve already looked into the tutoring services at our school, but are there any other resources you’d recommend like useful websites, other books, or online tutoring that would help me learn the class material?

5) Do you have any advice for students who struggle with anxiety or depression when it comes to succeeding in your classes?

Aim to create a sort of plan with your professors--make sure you know how attendance will affect your grade, whether you need to prepare to be called on in class, what you should do if you’re struggling with the class assignments, and whether the professor will work with you if you begin to suffer from your mental health concerns during the semester.

This sort of response shows your professors that you’re motivated to succeed despite any additional challenges you might face, and encourages them to view you as a student who needs additional support, rather than someone just faking mental health issues to avoid work.

Most professors want every single one of their students to succeed and fully recognize that some students need accommodations and an understanding response in order to thrive at college. You can increase your chances of doing great (while also decreasing college anxiety), by mustering up the strength to grab hold of every single resource your school offers.

Sorry for the long answer, but I hope that helps!

#mental health issues #handling mental health and college #college anxiety #IRL stuff #echo answers asks #even though I've been a professor for years #I still sometimes forget that I am a professor #until someone asks me a question like this #and I'm like #Oh #that's right #I can actually answer this!!

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Hi miss m! I've had a stalker for six years. He's stood outside my classroom doors watching me, followed me around school a few times, and twice made 'jokes' about harming people around me, amongst a myriad of other things. After a year of relative peace, he's in my English class. Already, he's invaded my personal space and wouldn't stop watching me-the nightmares started again. I've talked to friends about it but no one really understands, and I'm afraid he'll hurt me. I don't know what to do.

Hey, this is a really serious situation and I’m very sorry to hear that your friends are having a hard time grasping that. You absolutely have a right to be concerned about this. I had an ex-partner who stalked me for more than a year after we broke up, and I was harassed and stalked for four months by someone I rejected on OkCupid; I know just how terrifying it can be to be constantly pursued by someone who refuses to take “no” for an answer. Luckily, there are steps that you can take to protect yourself here:

Document everything. Every single time your stalker shows up at your class, speaks to you, asks one of your friends about you, follows you, or otherwise attempts to contact you, write it down. Note the date, time, where it happened, and exactly what was said. Have a place where you keep all your records of this person’s actions toward you - this could be a physical notebook, a note on your phone, etc. Just make sure it’s in a place where it can be easily reviewed, and where you won’t lose it. Keep screenshots of any messages he sends you, or any interactions he has with your social media accounts. Keep those receipts.

Do not engage with him. It can be tempting to want to call out a stalker, to yell and scream at him to leave you alone, or to plead with him to stay away. Unfortunately, this is a mistake - stalkers view absolutely any response from their victims as encouragement to keep going. Do the best that you can to have absolutely no reaction to him. Ignore his messages. Pretend you can’t see him when he shows up at your class. Refuse to take any gifts or notes from him, or return them unopened. Ignore him when he speaks to you, and pretend you cannot hear him. If you do have to speak to him, say “I don’t want to have any further contact with you” in a flat tone of voice, and refuse to say anything else.

Inform your loved ones of the situation. I know that your friends aren’t really taking the situation seriously, but it’s still important to keep them updated on the situation and aware of the fact that it is still happening. Make it clear that you are afraid of this person and you don’t want to have any interactions with him - if you encounter him while you are with your friends, make sure your friends know that they should help you walk straight past him without engaging. Also make sure that friends and family know not to give this man ANY information about you, your activities, your dating life, or your whereabouts, and that they should let you know right away if he contacts any of them to ask about you.

Speak to a local domestic violence agency. Stalking falls under the category of “domestic violence” or “intimate partner violence”, even if you have never dated the person who is stalking you. Talk to a local domestic violence agency or call a local domestic violence hotline - they will be able to help you assess the risk, and let you know what kind of resources may be available in your area to help you deal with this. It may be possible to get a restraining order or an order of protection from this person if he will not leave you alone, and you may be able to access counselling through the agency to help you deal with the fear and anxiety he is causing. A domestic violence agency is always on your side, and they can let you explore all the possible options before you decide to approach the police, courts, or other people in a position of power.

Talk to officials at your school. Your school is responsible for your safety while you are in their care, and they absolutely should not be placing you in classes with someone who follows you and threatens to hurt people around you (no matter how “jokingly” he might have done so). It’s not clear from your post if you are in high school or college, but talk to the staff at your school and make them aware of your situation. In high school, your best bet would be the school counsellor - at college, that would mean speaking to the sexual assault center (if your school has one), your ombudsman office, your advisor, or your Dean. Make it clear to them that he makes you feel unsafe. Schools are getting better at recognizing the seriousness of these kinds of situations, and more importantly, the expensive lawsuits that can arise if they fail to take action and something happens. At the very least, your school should not be registering you in the same classes with him for the rest of your time there.

Lock down your social media. Unfortunately, social media is a stalker’s best friend - a stalker can use your social media to learn more about your schedule, your hobbies, and the people you interact with. My OkCupid stalker used my public Instagram to figure out which university I went to and which cafes I frequented, so that he could try to “run into me” there. Stalkers can also become extremely possessive of their targets, and unfortunately, seeing indications on social media that you’re even speaking to another man can put you in danger. Lock down your social media, and instruct your friends not to post pictures of you or indicate your whereabouts on their public social media.

Take steps to protect your physical safety. This is definitely a “better safe than sorry” situation - it is better to err on the side of caution. If your stalker does not know where you live, keep it that way; take alternate routes home from school if you can, and change up your daily routine as much as possible. If he does know where you live, ensure that your neighbours know what he looks like, so they can warn you if he’s been hanging around. Consider investing in a security camera. Avoid being alone as much as possible, especially in situations where you could run into him. At school, try to stay close to your friends as much as possible, to ensure that he is not able to corner you alone.

Remember that you have nothing to be ashamed of. A stalker’s greatest weapon is shame - it can be humiliating to admit that you have a stalker. For me, at least, admitting that I had a stalker felt like I was announcing to the world “hey, I think I’m so hot that men literally go crazy over me!”. There’s also an issue of other people’s attitudes - when they hear about stalking behaviour, some people are still inclined to say things like “you should be flattered he’s putting so much effort in!” or “that’s just how boys flirt!”. People can struggle to understand why you’re upset. Don’t give in to any of it. You have absolutely no reason to feel embarrassed here - the only person who should feel ashamed is the man who has no self-control, and feels so incredibly entitled to another person’s attention and body that he doesn’t hesitate to use fear and intimidation. Stay strong in your convictions - you do not want to interact with this man, and you have a right to demand that he leave you alone. Best of luck to you. Stay safe out there. Miss Mentelle

#Anonymous #AnsweredByMM

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kalmeria · 2 years

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told myself i'd stop taking notes and just watch the episode but it's physically impossible. so here's my thoughts/reactions/liveblogging of the penultimate episode of the gifted graduation (episode 12)

why did nate have security cameras in her home?! (yes this is the thing i wanted to say that made me start this post. yes i have since realized it's probably supot who put it there.)

the fact that they are just. talking to supot. makes him that much scarier. like. he has all the power over everyone so he doesn't even have to watch his back

it's worrying though, doesn't he know that they got the blueprints? why isn't he doing anything?

oh. so that's why. so now the choices are: have a special ability and be a tool, or give it up and be free?

but like. why not destroy the plans for the machine? why keep it? why make someone who resents you keep it?

same thing (i mean about supot being scary bc of being casual) with keeping pom around: supot is so powerful, he doesn't have to worry about getting hurt, and instead of killing people, he reduces them to tools. i hope his arrogance and overconfidence will be his downfall.

so does this mean he really did kill nate..?

pom is such a tragic character wth. he wanted to be a teacher and he got that but he can't actually help his students and he is absolutely powerless

"because in this world that isn't ours, just surviving is a brave act in itself. promise me that we will survive together. every one of us." i got shivers.. give me a moment...

the school is spreading a virus by putting it into the water so drink this mineral water instead... is an. interesting concept for product placement (also don't talk to me it's a scene with ohm and punn and i'm still emotional about toddblack in today's not me episode. "i want what's good for you too." oof)

they are studying together i can't. and the things claire said. and when ohm started crying. and they brought up pom's wallet. i can't.

asdjfkahsjkdfhassdfds

i was already getting emotional before they cut to wave and pang and then they started talking about their futures and i was so damn happy because it's just what i was hoping would happen, wave not worrying about being used or dragged down and then pang just went and asked him just that and wave admitted like yeah of course you're not a genius like me but i don't care anymore i'm not scared of being used because i trust you and i don't feel like you're dragging me down because being with you is important to me!!!!! of course he didn't say these things out loud that's not the point! yall this character development is the best thing ever and is making me so happy (and the music in this scene is so soft!!)

i don't like how supot is just. taking away people's free will. i know this sounds obvious but i wanted to say it. can't people do bad things on their own accord? (or decide not to do them i guess also)

i do kind of like the You Got Your Revenge, Now What? thing though

the way pom telling chanon to survive echoes the message pang recorded...

(even thought after that he did tell chanon it's time to get to work. but then it's still in connection to the message bc they are fighting bc the kids no longer can)

damn grace is so cool

!!!!mon talking about how just because she needs to take injections every day doesn't make her life less in some way!!!!! the problem is not with having to take the meds, it's that supot controls their access to it in order to manipulate them, which is the most fucked up thing if you ask me

why are they still surprised when korn says he hates his potential? how do they still not understand it?

they are graduating! and the future is theirs! and korn finally gets to sleep! this is making me so emotional you wouldn't believe

no but for real. i'm so happy for korn. i'm so happy for him. after years of no rest, no break, no escape, no peace, he finally gets to just sleep.

"this is not a prediction because i am the future" what a queen honestly

and she's telling the dude with a god complex that he's literally just some guy. wow

the future vs the guy who controls the present. this is so good!!! this series is so good!! i doubt anyone will read this who hasn't seen it but just in case, let me tell you: this series is good. check it out.

bc that's what it's all been about. different generations. growing up, finding your voice, making the world a place where all of you can live the life you want in. but you don't exist in a vacuum, you have those who came before you and the world they built. you can build on it or destroy it or become part of it. and it's the same over and over again, each generation. the ones before you have the things the ones before them left. and so having a character who is the future is such a fun way to talk directly about this.

ohm!!!!!

yess call out the present on it's bs!!!!

pom and chanon recreating the audio is just what grace was talking about!!!! supot is just the person who discovered it, nothing more.

this is so gooooood

i was going back and forth about whether i should watch the last episode today or not, but partially bc i ended up liveblogging this) i think i'll try to follow korn's example and value sleep a bit more. so tomorrow is the end of the journey- or rather, the beginning of the future?

okay time for the reaction reaction (aka additional thoughts i had rereading this):

pom is not actually powerless! supot might believe that he holds the present in the palm of his hand, but he is just human, and every moment he is not controlling someone is an opportunity for that person to act against him. just like what yuth told him.

i like how they are going heavy on the "pang is not a savior" thing. even his message (which i'm not actually sure where it fits chronologically but it's shown here) was more about... not exactly accepting. about enduring. surviving. it might seem like some kind of acceptance and giving up but it's not, not really. but meanwhile. all the others are going through with their plan, and i don't know how much of that pang is in on but it doesn't change the fact that he is not the one executing the plan. it's good.

#kori watches the gifted #listen i know i'm technically at uni now but like. that doesn't mean this series isn't exactly what i needed #and also you know i never got a proper graduation and ending to my high school years bc it was 2020 so there's that #the gifted graduation ep12 #tgg

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your DVD meme for ch 5 has renewed my interest in the first conversation between tristan, evie, and darcy where the topic of elizabeth bennet first crops up. if it wouldn't spoil anything, can you elucidate? many thanks! :D

I give you: a brunch scene (under the cut)

Meanwhile, in an immaculately appointed breakfast room in an imacculately appointed house in an excellent part of London [Caroline keeps an excellent house], the subjects of that conversation were, unsurprisingly, given the room they occupied, breakfasting.

“Fitz…”

“Yes?”

“Why is it that when I unlocked your phone and opened your facebook I found that you were stalking the profile of a certain woman?” [Evie you little shit]

“Evelyn…”

“Yes?”

“How is it that you were able to unlock my phone?”

“Because you were too busy getting prodigiously fucked during Question Time to spend a few hours setting it up, and so knowing that you hate fingerprint activation and so would never use it, I set it to my fingerprint. Which, before you even bother, is not something you can change until you get a new phone.” [This struck me as the easiest way for someone to have access to someone else’s phone, and I wanted Fitzwilliam to always be able to hack into Darcy’s phone]

Darcy didn’t expend the effort of responding, because he had to admit that that was an impressive level of deviousness.

“Christ, Evelyn. That’s got to be some kind of security breach,” said a woman seated to his right, through a bite of pastry. [Caroline is, as usual, the voice of reason]

Fitzwilliam shrugged. “I like to think that if anything should come of it, I’m well enough connected to get away alright.” [He’s right. He’d be fine] He paused for a moment. “Say, Caroline, where is Charles?” [neat segue there, homie. Nobody noticed that shift in the conversation]

Caroline took her time taking a sip of tea [Yes, girl. Make them wait] and presently attended the conversation. “Charles is at work, or making eyes at his new girlfriend, or probably both. We can return to him later. Who is this certain woman you were alluding to? I must hear everything.” [Darcy doesn’t generally waste time mooning over ladies, so this is an interesting one]

“It’s nothing,” Darcy said sharply. [bullshit, mate. Now everyone smells blood]

“Well then, now I truly am intrigued. Who is this woman?”

“A civil servant from the media department, who was sent to upbraid Fitz for making the mistake of allowing himself to be photographed next to a crackpot. She seemed to make quite a lasting impression on him.” [that is, as with many things I write, certainly one interpretation of events]

“Well come on, don’t leave me hanging,” Caroline instructed, “show me photographs.”

“Pass me your phone, Darcy,” Fitzwilliam said. [Boundaries? What boundaries?]

Darcy responded a particularly rude hand gesture. [Show, don’t tell] “Use your own phone.”

“You know full well that mine doesn’t have facebook on it [he’s one of those weirdos], and Caroline’s isn’t set up to unlock when I show it my fingerprint.”

Darcy rolled his eyes and handed over the requested item [he knows that everyone’s going to find out sooner or later - Caroline and Tristan are far too nosy]. Fitzwilliam presently unlocked it, opened Facebook, and handed it to Caroline, who took the phone and flicked through the photographs. “Elizabeth Bennet,” she said, scrolling. “She really hasn’t gone the aggressive security route.” [Elizabeth ruthlessly polices her online presence so that she doesn’t need to worry about security. This is my personal method of choice, because when (for example) a place you’re applying at wants to check on your online presence, finding nothing just makes them suspicious. It is far better to have an easily visible, innocuous presence]

“All the better for Fitz to stalk her with,” Fitzwilliam smirked. [it is terribly convenient for the lad]

After a moment more, she looked up, made aggressive eye-contact with Darcy and drawled, “Why she looks to be exactly your type.”

“She’s a bit short,” Fitzwilliam chipped in. “And that’s stepping past the fact that she’s a bit left wing [everyone agrees that she is very much, essentially, his type]. And also the first time they met, he referred to her as, and I shit you not, ‘some chit’, to her face, so I don’t really see things ever happening betwixt the two of them.”

Darcy glared at his audience.

“You said what?” Caroline asked, looking up from her scrolling with a very disapproving glance. [Caroline as unimpressed matriarch is a fave]

“It was not my finest hour,” Darcy admitted grudgingly. [no shit]

“I probably ought to note that she also seems rather your type, E,” Caroline continued to drawl [Caroline is the first to articulate what basically everyone was thinking], returning to the screen.

Fitzwilliam leaned back in his chair in an affectedly louche manner. “She’s certainly, to quote Fitz, tolerable enough, [I couldn’t very much leave that line out of the fic, now could I?] but she’s slightly terrifying.” [and herein lies his problem with Elizabeth - she is too hardcore for him]

“Oh don’t be a weak bitch,” Caroline insisted [Caroline Bingley, everyone’s wingwoman since 19--], returning Darcy’s phone to him.

“And how about you, Caroline?” Fitzwilliam asked, a wicked glint in his eyes, and in a most unctuous tone. “How’s the love life?” [A quote from Bridget Jones’ Diary, when everyone keeps asking ‘So how’s the love life, Bridge?]

“Shocking, as always, thanks for asking,” Caroline replied with a flick of her hair. “Every time I try dating another DJ I’m reminded that they’re all insipid little morons, and that’s why I don’t date them.” [real is her struggle]

“So find yourself a nice lawyer.” [always a safe option, especially given her study]

“How on earth would I happen to find myself in the path of a nice lawyer?”

“I seem to recall you gaining a degree in that general subject, and then throwing it all away to become a DJ. It’s not too late to, oh I don’t know, use your law degree to be a lawyer, rather than to simply negotiate your own contracts.” [She’s getting some use out of the degree]

“Evelyn, darling, my parents have been trying that line of argumentation on me for years. What makes you think it’d work coming from you?” [ah yes, disappointed parents]

Fitzwilliam shrugged. “I suppose it was worth a shot.”

Caroline sighed. “If I were still in the closet, I could just marry Darcy. That would be so much easier.” [she is, after all, exactly his type]

Darcy decided that it was time to attempt to get in on the conversation [it’s getting a bit dicey vis-a-vis his social life]. “I am actually in the room. What makes you think that I’d be interested in marrying the closeted lawyer sister of an old friend?” [apart from the fact that she’s entirely your type?]

Caroline laughed, light and bell-like, with a swish of her hair which she had practiced painstakingly until it looked effortless when caught on camera. “I’ll have you know that I would be the perfect politician’s wife [she’d be such a great society wife]. I’m old enough money for the Party not to be horrified when you eventually make that bid for the leadership which we all know is coming; there’s nothing contentious about being a lawyer; we photograph excellently well together; and most importantly, we both know that you have better things to do than engage in trivialities like enjoying human contact. Which is why I would be ideal. I would exist literally only for photo-ops.” It was an oft-rehashed discussion, and had been ever since Darcy, seeing that she would be a most advantageous match, had asked her out that one time [honestly, Darcy, you don’t ask your best mate’s older sister out on a date. It’s just not done], and she had informed him, in a very straightforward manner, that she wasn’t really into the whole ‘penis thing’ [much to his disappointment]. “Alas, it is now a little too well known that I frequent the lady train,” she sighed. [She’s been pretty vocal on the subject]

“That and the fact that ‘popular DJ/recording artist’ doesn’t have quite the same cachet as, say, distinguished lawyer’, beloved of society,” Darcy pointed out.

Caroline made a non-committal noise, as if to indicate that she could see the potential merit in what he was saying, but wasn’t quite sure she agreed with him [after all, she could always go back to Law]. “Say, Darcy, is Georgiana showing any indications of being interested in women?” [A nice inversion of Caroline’s continual obsession with Georgiana as a means to Darcy in Pride and Prejudice]

“Not lately. If that should change, I will be sure to let you know.” [Darcy has no problems with this]

“I’d have hoped that she’d let me know herself,” Caroline sighed, before changing the subject a moment later. “Oh, fun fact!”

“Enlighten us,” Fitzwilliam invited.

“I’ve finally landed on the final iteration of my stage name.” The menfolk at the table raised their eyebrows [any occasion to use the word ‘menfolk’ will be shamelessly exploited]. “I’m switching from DJ Carolinnaea to DJ Carolinnæa.”

There was a pause before Darcy spoke. “They sound exactly the same,” he ventured with some hesitation, wondering what terrifying explanation awaited him. [I enjoy having characters very hesitantly say something which is blindingly obvious - so obvious that they’re confused as to how nobody else has commented on it, to the extent where they’re convinced that they must have missed some vital point, because nobody else seems to find it weird]

“It’s all in the spelling, Fitz. Instead of ending in a-e-a, it now goes double-n-smushy-ae-letter-a.” [describing niche things with the vaguest language possible in a flailing manner is another favoured trope of mine]

There was another, longer, pause before Darcy finally responded with “Why?” [more confusion as to ‘how is nobody else asking this, have I missed something?’]

“Why not? I was bored, and now I’m teaching the little fan-children about the existence of alternative letter forms.”

“Should you really be using an aesc in your stage name if you don’t even know what the character is called?” Fitzwilliam mused.

“That’s what it’s called!” Caroline exclaimed, delighted. “I knew I’d heard the name of it before, but I didn’t want to have to google ‘smushy ae letter’.” [I also just like the word ‘smushy’]

“I still don’t understand why you went with that name,” Darcy commented.

“Everybody loves a good Botany pun, do they not?” Caroline responded.

Darcy and Fitzwilliam just gazed at her blankly, until Fitzwilliam eventually remarked, drily even by his standards, “No, not really.”

Caroline shrugged. “So it’s just me. No matter. I think it’s bloody hilarious.”

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Sextortion Scam: What to Do If You Get the Latest Phishing Spam Demanding Bitcoin

You may have arrived at this post because you received an email from a purported hacker who is demanding payment or else they will send compromising information—such as pictures sexual in nature—to all you friends and family. You’re searching for what to do in this frightening situation.

Don’t panic. Contrary to the claims in your email, you haven't been hacked (or at least, that's not what prompted that email). This is merely a new variation on an old scam which is popularly being called "sextortion." This is a type of online phishing that is targeting people around the world and preying off digital-age fears.

We’ll talk about a few steps to take to protect yourself, but the first and foremost piece of advice we have: do not pay the ransom.

We have pasted a few examples of these emails at the bottom of this post. The general gist is that a hacker claims to have compromised your computer and says they will release embarrassing information—such as images of you captured through your web camera or your pornographic browsing history—to your friends, family, and co-workers. The hacker promises to go away if you send them thousands of dollars, usually with bitcoin.

What makes the email especially alarming is that, to prove their authenticity, they begin the emails showing you a password you once used or currently use.

Again, this still doesn't mean you've been hacked. The scammers in this case likely matched up a database of emails and stolen passwords and sent this scam out to potentially millions of people, hoping that enough of them would be worried enough and pay out that the scam would become profitable.

EFF researched some of the bitcoin wallets being used by the scammers. Of the five wallets we looked at only one had received any bitcoin, in total about 0.5 bitcoin or $4,000 at the time of this writing. It’s hard to say how much the scammers have received in total at this point since they appear to be using different bitcoin addresses for each attack, but it’s clear that at least some people are already falling for this scam.

Here are some quick answers to the questions many people ask after receiving these emails.

They have my password! How did they get my password?

Unfortunately, in the modern age, data breaches are common and massive sets of passwords make their way to the criminal corners of the Internet. Scammers likely obtained such a list for the express purpose of including a kernel of truth in an otherwise boilerplate mass email.

If the password emailed to you is one that you still use, in any context whatsoever, STOP USING IT and change it NOW! And regardless of whether or not you still use that password it's always a good idea to use a password manager.

And of course, you should always change your password when you’re alerted that your information has been leaked in a breach. You can also use a service like Have I Been Pwned to check whether you have been part of one of the more well-known password dumps.

Should I respond to the email?

Absolutely not. With this type of scam, the perpetrator relies on the likelihood that a small number of people will respond out of a batch of potentially millions. Fundamentally this isn't that much different from the old Nigerian prince scam, just with a different hook. By default they expect most people will not even open the email, let alone read it. But once they get a response—and a conversation is initiated—they will likely move into a more advanced stage of the scam. It’s better to not respond at all.

So, I shouldn’t pay the ransom?

You should not pay the ransom. If you pay the ransom, you’re not only losing money but you’re encouraging the scammers to continue phishing other people. If you do pay, then the scammers may also use that as a pressure point to continue to blackmail you, knowing that you’re are susceptible.

What should I do instead?

As we said before, for sure stop using the password that the scammer used in the phishing email, and consider employing a password manager to keep your passwords strong and unique. Moving forward, you should make sure to enable two-factor authentication whenever that is an option on your online accounts. You can also check out our Surveillance Self-Defense guide for more tips on how to protect your security and privacy online.

One other thing to do to protect yourself is apply a cover over your computer’s camera. We offer some through our store, but a small strip of electrical tape will do.

We know this experience isn't fun, but it's also not the end of the world. Just ignore the scammers' empty threats and practice good password hygiene going forward!

Example 1

I am aware one of your passphrase: password. Lets get directly to point. Not a single person has compensated me to investigate about you. You do not know me and you are probably wondering why you're getting this e mail?actually, I actually installed a software on the adult vids (sex sites) site and you know what, you visited this web site to have fun (you know what I mean). When you were viewing videos, your internet browser initiated working as a Remote control Desktop that has a key logger which provided me access to your display screen and also web cam. Right after that, my software program collected your complete contacts from your Messenger, FB, and email . After that I created a double-screen video. 1st part shows the video you were viewing (you've got a good taste haha . . .), and 2nd part shows the view of your webcam, and its u. You do have only 2 alternatives. We are going to understand these types of choices in aspects: 1st solution is to disregard this message. In this case, I am going to send your actual video clip to just about all of your contacts and thus you can easily imagine about the disgrace you feel. Not to mention should you be in a relationship, just how it will eventually affect? Number two choice will be to pay me $3000. We will think of it as a donation. As a consequence, I most certainly will without delay eliminate your videotape. You will keep going on your daily life like this never happened and you will not hear back again from me. You'll make the payment through Bitcoin (if you do not know this, search for "how to buy bitcoin" in Google).

Example 2

Hi, victim.I write yоu becаusе I put а mаlware оn the wеb раge with porn whiсh yоu hаve visitеd.My virus grаbbed all your рersonal infо аnd turnеd on yоur сamеrа which сaрtured the рroсеss оf your onаnism. Just aftеr that the soft savеd yоur соntaсt list.I will dеlеte thе сompromising video and infо if you pаy me 999 USD in bitcoin. This is address fоr рaymеnt : 1K2jNTLdbHEwaALQWKMeGoKLWD67Cb6q8BI give yоu 30 hоurs aftеr you ореn my mеssаge for making the trаnsactiоn.As sоon аs yоu reаd the mеssаgе I'll see it right awаy.It is nоt necessary tо tell mе thаt you hаve sеnt money to me. This address is соnneсtеd tо yоu, my systеm will dеlete еverything automаtically aftеr trаnsfer соnfirmаtiоn.If yоu nееd 48 h just reрly оn this letter with +.Yоu сan visit thе pоlicе stаtion but nobоdy cаn hеlp yоu.If you try to dеceive mе , I'll sеe it right аway !I dont live in yоur соuntry. So they саn nоt track my lосаtiоn evеn for 9 months.Goodbyе. Dоnt fоrget аbоut thе shame and tо ignore, Yоur life can be ruined.

Example 3

𝕨hat's up. If you were more vigilant while playing with yourself, I wouldn't worry you. I don't think that playing with yourself is very bad, but when all colleagues, relatives and friends get video record of it- it is obviously for u. I adjusted virus on a porn web-site which you have visited. When the victim press on a play button, device begins recording the screen and all cameras on your device starts working. мoreover, my program makes a dedicated desktop supplied with key logger function from your device , so I could get all contacts from ya e-mail, messengers and other social networks. I've chosen this e-mail cuz It's your working address, so u should read it. Ì think that 730 usd is pretty enough for this little false. I made a split screen vid(records from screen (u have interesting tastes ) and camera ooooooh... its awful ᾷF) Ŝo its your choice, if u want me to erase this сompromising evidence use my ƅitсȯin wᾷllеt aďdrеss- 1JEjgJzaWAYYXsyVvU2kTTgvR9ENCAGJ35 Ƴou have one day after opening my message, I put the special tracking pixel in it, so when you will open it I will know.If ya want me to share proofs with ya, reply on this message and I will send my creation to five contacts that I've got from ur contacts. P.S... You can try to complain to cops, but I don't think that they can solve ur problem, the investigation will last for several months- I'm from Estonia - so I dgf LOL

Example 4

I know, password, is your pass word. You may not know me and you're most likely wondering why you are getting this e mail, correct? In fact, I placed a malware on the adult vids (porn material) web-site and you know what, you visited this website to have fun (you know what I mean). While you were watching video clips, your internet browser initiated operating as a RDP (Remote Desktop) that has a keylogger which provided me access to your screen and also webcam. Immediately after that, my software program gathered your entire contacts from your Messenger, social networks, as well as email. What did I do? I made a double-screen video. 1st part shows the video you were watching (you have a good taste lmao), and 2nd part shows the recording of your webcam. exactly what should you do?

Well, I believe, $2900 is a fair price for our little secret. You'll make the payment by Bitcoin (if you don't know this, search "how to buy bitcoin" in Google). BTC Address: 1MQNUSnquwPM9eQgs7KtjDcQZBfaW7iVge (It is cAsE sensitive, so copy and paste it) Note: You have one day in order to make the payment. (I have a specific pixel in this email message, and at this moment I know that you have read through this email message). If I do not get the BitCoins, I will definitely send out your video recording to all of your contacts including family members, coworkers, etc. However, if I do get paid, I'll destroy the video immidiately. If you want to have evidence, reply with "Yes!" and I will certainly send out your video to your 14 contacts. This is the non-negotiable offer, so please don't waste my personal time and yours by responding to this email message.

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