#World Balloon Convention

[luigifan1998]

luigi x wife!reader headcanons. can be set before or after he went mia

right right right. married lu. throws myself on the floor

for the sake of length ill keep this to before he dropped off the face of the earth but ive written a memo to write about the after in a separate post soon

my personal biases might get in the way of this because i am unwell and genuinely think he is in desperate need of someone whos up at 3 am fighting a manifestation of their own hubris in their bed. he needs someone that experiences romantic delirium and is convinced her dreams tell her stories of the two of them from thousands of years ago. a girl thats considered showing up to a convent and who has a favorite saint. a rotten girl who wants to eat a piece of his birth certificate. this is so crucial to me unfortunately

that being said. its my belief that lu is saccharine, something he didnt know until you came along and peeled the wallpaper off his psyche. the way his customary sweetness unravels itself is sickly and all enveloping. hes the neediest boy in the world, forever coming to you with quiet infirmity. he drapes himself over you whenever he can, always saying how you were made to hold him. his incessant appetite for affection didnt ease with marriage. he plays with your ringed finger absentmindedly. presses his lips against it, not registering the habit

he would think of marriage early on in the relationship, unreachable to the anxious expressions of others when he'd say hes going to marry you weeks into dating. when he decided this, he paced back and forth in his bedroom, hardly able to focus long enough to tell the time before seeking his mom out to tell her. it all came out in one big prosaic wave. she thought he sounded like a child but his cheeks were flushed and his heart is so painfully stitched onto his sleeve in regards to you. he doesnt press the idea of the union but he likes to tell you how hes going to make you his wife during random moments. when youre eating. when you make him laugh. when hes fucking you

i can see lu trying and failing to preserve going all the way when you mess around once youve accepted his proposal. the engagement would be long. he is so busy and so wanted by everyone around him, but the novelty of you being his fiancé would wear off after the first couple of months. he wants to fuck his wife, not his girlfriend. he wants the sanctimony of marriage to wrap around the two of you when hes inside. the vow acts as a spectator in the bedroom, and he needs it. needs you to be his and only his under a holy decree. he calls you his bride and his little wife

in my heart of hearts....... i know lu would want to propose in the most cheesy way ever. his sister behind foliage, filming the whole thing. balloons. one knee. the rest of your family nearby. the video would be uploaded onto instagram, people you havent ever met commenting with what a beautiful couple the two of you make. but i think the right girl could pavlov him into asking in a whisper under the soft cotton of a bedsheet. face kisses and crying and pleading for the rest of your life to belong to him in some capacity. he cant live without this

the ring would be beautiful and heavy with weight and the diamond would be absurdly large. he'll never let onto the price, just like hes been doing with the checks at each restaurant youve been to together since your first date. bastard. whats next? steak tartare at the reception? he starts biting you each time you deny being able to accept such an insane piece of jewelry

[artbyblastweave]

So I want to draw out some of the grousings I put in the tags of @phaeton-flier's recent post on Waller's characterization in My Adventures with Superman.

I think the problem you're gonna run into with adapting Waller in 2024 is that they basically nailed her completely twenty years ago in the DCAU Justice League continuity, they already captured the perfect balance of good intentions and ruthless utilitarian amorality. In the DCAU, Waller's arrival on the scene was contextualized by more than a decade of superheroic precedent- she lives in a world where Superman specifically got brainwashed into attacking earth, she lives in a world where Kryptonian war criminals took a shot at Earth, she lives in a world where an alternate-universe totalitarian Superman crossed dimensional boundaries to take a shot at earth. She lives in a world where Superman helped disarm the world's nuclear arsenal at the behest of a guy who turned out to be the fifth column for an extraterrestrial invasion. She lives in a world where the Justice League formed specifically to stop something similar happening again and then tripped over their own dicks when one of their founding members turned out to be a partisan mole for an extraterrestrial empire. She lives in a world where these city-leveling clowns have consolidated sixty or seventy other city-leveling clowns in an orbiting circus that's armed with a city-leveling orbital laser canon. This is just the stuff that would have made the in-universe news, there's even more I'm not mentioning here. In other words, she lives in a world where it's completely reasonable not to trust the superheroes and to want to have contingencies against them.

She does horrible things in pursuit of those contingencies, but they're targeted, goal oriented horrible things. Aside from her usual suicide squad routine she clones and basically enslaves dozens of super-soldiers, which is of course terrible on the face of it, but comparatively easy to justify from the realpolitik cold-equation way in which she approaches things. When her bullshit generates externalities for civilians, it's not because she sics those super soldiers on them. She doesn't declare martial law. That's not what she's after! She just keeps losing control of the bastards, and then she shrugs, and she signs off on additional bastards from scientists and magicians who've proven time and time again that they do not have their shit buttoned down- but what else is she going to do? Roll over? Let the capes treat the world like their playground?

Crucially, the DCAU version is also capable of realizing when she's prioritized the wrong threat- she's capable of re-evaluating and de-escalating. She's got a foil on that show, a guy who starts from the same place of concern as her but isn't capable of course-correcting because he's too much of a belligerent paranoid maniac. That guy is General Wade Eiling. And in a version of MAWS that doesn't need to set Sam Lane up for a redemption arc, I would have Waller as the one in Sam's position, as the well-meaning extremist who loses control of the monster she created and gets frozen out in favor of a significantly less principled hardliner in the form of Eiling. Alas.

The fundamental thing about Waller, at least to me, is that she's uninteresting as a ground-floor antagonist. While I've yet to get around to the original Suicide Squad run where Waller originated, I'm confident in my understanding that it was a postmodern project from the word go, exploiting years of ossified genre convention and rogue's gallery bloat to make the points that it was trying to make. This is part of why I think the first Suicide Squad film went over like a lead balloon- it tried to wish that built-up continuity into existence out of nowhere, whereas the second movie was simply a lot more naturalistic about faking that larger context. This show feels like it's doing something similar on a meta-level- exploiting decades of audience familiarity with Waller and how plots involving her tend to go, in a way that papers over how weirdly early in the progression of this continuity they've brought her into the fray. She usually isn't the joyless jackboot on the frontline trying to snuff out the incipient heroic age- she's the beleaguered repairmen brought in years after the novelty has worn off, after the superheroes have had their goddamn chance, with all the ups and downs and near-misses that entails, so that she can make entirely novel mistakes in reaction to that context. As it stands, she's kind of 0 to 100 in this, and something about it feels off.

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St. Mary’s Convent

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This quaint chapel is the perfect spot for those seeking love, peace and a little bit of laughter on their special day. Whether you're exchanging vows, attending mass or just taking a moment for prayer, St. Mary’s Convent provides a peaceful haven for all.

Price: 50,475 Lot Size: 20x30 Lot Type: No Visitors Allowed Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Ambitions (trees), World Adventures (window), Pets, Generations, Seasons, Late Night

Hello and welcome back to my blog!

I'm back with the second gift for the Petalruesimblr Advent Calendar: a church/chapel community lot, perfect for weddings! I personally prefer using a church for weddings in my game rather than a wedding hall and this is one of my favorites among the lots I've built so far.

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

This lot is mainly intended for weddings, as I’ve placed an invisible wedding rug in front of the altar but you can easily swap that out for a wedding arch if you'd prefer. There’s also a small outdoor reception area at the back, which can accommodate up to 14 guests, making it perfect for close family and friends.

This lot is set as “No Visitors Allowed” thus can’t be used for destination, funeral or wedding parties. However, you can change the lot type to host a party to any of the following lots stated in this Wiki here. I set it up this way to avoid inactive Sims using the buffet every time they get hungry, as most of them don’t clean up afterward and it tends to get messy.

For RP players, you can decorate the church for each wedding - placing flowers, balloons or any other décor you like. The decorations shown in the pictures above are not included in the final lot but if you're interested, you can find the flowers from ATS3 here.

You can even use this lot for funeral parties if you prefer. I believe ATS3 also has open coffins (same link above) while BuffSumm offers dead bodies that you can place inside or also use the lot for the Priest Career by Lily__XD from MTS. However, you may need to make room for the rabbit hole rug or door, as the creator uses City Hall for this specific career. There are endless possibilities for roleplaying, so feel free to do whatever you like with any of my builds! 😊

📣 Please note that the CC included in the lot are not included on the download file. I’ve compiled a list for those interested in downloading them separately (please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page) but those are not required and will be automatically replaced in the game. Any expansion packs with build items listed in the Details section above may be required for this lot to show up in your game.

This lot has been play-tested and let me know if you experience any problems on your end!

[eretzyisrael]

By JUDY SIEGEL-ITZKOVICH

The bestial crimes carried out by thousands of Hamas-led terrorists on October 7, 2023, were unspeakable – but the authors of a newly released 79-page report want the world to speak about them and spread the word.

Writing for the Civil Commission on October 7 Crimes by Hamas against Women and Children, they have even given it a name because at no time in history had this exact type of crime been committed. They called it “kinocide” – the targeting of families, calling it a new crime against humanity.

In preparation since February 2024, the report is authored by Dr. Cochav Elkayam-Levy, Dr. Michal Gilad, and Dr. Ilya Rudyak from the civil commission. The Raoul Wallenberg Center for Human Rights (RWCHR), under the leadership of former Canadian justice minister Irwin Cotler, with whom Elyakim-Levy decided on the term “kinocide.”

The horrific assault in southern Israel resulted in over 1,200 deaths and the kidnapping of more than 250 people, including men, women, children, infants, the elderly, and disabled people, all in one day. The heinous acts of murder, torture, gender-based violence, and abduction spurred the immediate formation of the commission.

What is Kinocide?

By coining the term kinocide, the report exposes the deliberate, widespread exploitation and destruction of familial bonds to intensify victims’ suffering, highlighting the profound and lasting harm inflicted on individuals, communities, and societies. She noted that the Dvora Institute calls for urgent international recognition of the term as it describes a new, distinct international crime against humanity and presents legal and policy recommendations to close gaps in international criminal law, ensure accountability, and prevent such atrocities in the future.

GENOCIDE, AS practiced by the Nazis, is directed against a group of people – “national, ethnical, racial or religious,” according to the UN’s 1948 Genocide Convention – but kinocide is a specific type of assault against a group, using the relationship between family members and their emotional, identity, cultural, symbolic, material and other bonds, as a way to maximize the intended harm of the attack.

In an interview with The Jerusalem Post, Elkayam-Levy – a leading international law expert who teaches at Reichman University in Herzliya and who founded and chairs the commission – said that the world must know. This includes government and religious leaders, the UN, parliamentarians, legislators, and members of the Hague International Criminal Court, which has castigated and “tried” in absentia Israeli leaders and threatened them and IDF officers with imprisonment.

She has already presented the report to 300 very influential leaders at the Halifax International Security Forum, an annual summit for international government and military officials, academic experts, authors, and entrepreneurs, held in Nova Scotia, Canada.

The acts of terrorist inhumanity included cutting women in their homes, murdering them, forcing their children to watch or coercing parents to watch what was done to their children, and then sending photos and videos to all the contacts on the victims’ mobile phones. There were 17 minutes of video in which families were murdered at a balloon-and-blood-filled party for a daughter’s 18th birthday.

Elkayam-Levy said that the commission is assembling an archive of videos, texts, photos, and more – many produced by Hamas – to document these crimes, giving a voice to the victims and raising awareness of war crimes committed against women, children, and families. For this work, she was awarded the prestigious 2024 Israel Prize, Israel’s highest civilian honor in the field of Solidarity, topping many other prestigious awards she has received.

The archive, she declared, will serve as a vital resource for research, education, and advocacy, ensuring that the stories of those impacted are preserved, recognized, and remembered for generations to come. “We will bear witness! The murders weren’t random but carried out systematically to create the most vicious effects,” she said.

[argumate]

This is not a joke, it’s a genuine trend, as ballooning attendances at Australia’s national convention attests. Fewer than two dozen furries attended in 2010, whereas this year’s event attracted close to 1000. Before last year, I’d never advised on these issues, but the questions are now pouring in from puzzled employers and educators: Should we let a student eat lunch out of a dog bowl? Can they wear a tail if it’s concealed under their uniform? Will we breach our duty of care if we prohibit the wearing of cat ears and they develop anxiety?

Has the world gone barking mad or is this just a sign of modern individualism?

Furscience suggests more than 75 per cent of furries are under the age of 25. It is therefore not surprising that a key place of tension with the phenomenon is in schools. At one Victorian school that I’ve had dealings with, a student wished to wear a tail under her uniform. Under threat of a discrimination claim, the school agreed to the demands of the child’s parents.

Being a furry is, of course, not a crime. Furries are a fandom, similar to Trekkies or Swifties; they are not a demographic group like members of the LGBTQ+ community. Nor is anthropomorphism a protected attribute under Australian anti-discrimination legislation.

Christians and Muslims are also a fandom, of course!

Two American states, Oklahoma and North Dakota, are considering legislation aimed at prohibiting schools from catering to a student’s identification as an animal. The draft Oklahoma House Bill 3084, introduced in January, would ban “students who purport to be an imaginary animal or animal species” and require parents to collect students behaving like furries. If the parents don’t, the bill says, “animal control services shall be contacted to remove the student”.

okay that's hilarious though, talk about respecting the identity

[justin-chapmanswers]

any reason why Silver ended up getting 3rd place and not 2nd? He isn't called Bronze Spoon, after all! (Love the show, y'all keep up the good work!)

As fun as that'd be to see, the guy's lucky enough that he got two votes at the end. In the earlier days of season production we'd be saying things like "yeah, Silver will get to the end receive... maybe a vote... if we're feeling generous." The thought for a while was that he'd come into the finale pompous, expect everyone to adore him, and have his world turned upside down when he gets no votes. And I think that'd maybe work for like a ten minute episode, in a scenario in which Silver was a flat villain (nothing wrong with that type of character, to be clear), but with so much to cover in this episode, we needed to structure it out to be less straightforward. A big thing for us was playing with the conventional jury format to tell a story that would allow the characters to evolve from how they initially speak to the contestant-jury versus the Unvitational-jury. And the best way to set up the stakes was allowing Silver to take the upper-hand during that initial phase. He's naturally a much better speaker than the other two and was not falling victim to anxieties to appease. He thought highly of his game and sometimes being able to boast about yourself is a real superpower that gets you places. I know I could never. He's got #PRESENTATION!

But of course this is a social game. And while Silver can talk talk talk, Cabby and Balloon put in the work over the course of the season to form connections and prove themselves to have grown as individuals. And this jury is full of the types of people who really respect the latter. By the time Cabby and Balloon were able to really get the core of themselves out to the jury, it was kinda all over for Silver. Especially after he, ya'know, took down Candle in a fit of hurt-feels in front of the whole jury. Uh. A bit of a yikes. Plus, on a meta-level, we knew from early-on that it'd be Cabby or Balloon winning, and so we wrote both of them with a potential winner narrative in mind, so it made sense to let them come head-to-head regarding vote-count in the end.

I did not expect this response to be more than that first sentence when I started typing, but this is just how my brain go. But you do have a good point, he is, in fact, not Bronze Spoon! Maybe we should rewrite the finale.

(And thank youuuu!)

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxie Love Party

Busty Nerd Gets Imped!

A computer screen flickers on to activation from the POV of a video diary, where we find the freckled nerd girl Daisy Malloy is recording, adjusting the camera before soon facing it to check it was all running smoothly. A quick introduction and she was on a roll stating that for her personal audio visual journal, she was going to perform a demonic ritual of all things. Gesturing to a quite gothic style set up behind all prepped in her dorm room's free space, she explained a science friend of hers online, a smart girl by the name of Janine Herron, sent her saying it would be good for her to let off steam. Given it was Halloween it seemed appropriate and she was rather curious as to whether or not anything of an occult or paranormal and supernatural nature could be proven to be real or have some scientific explanation to it.

Besides which she was assured and guaranteed that there was no risk of losing her soul, only just be sure to have plenty of fluids on hand just in case especially with this being her first time. That said, the recording played on as she performs the ritual according to its instructions and lights the master central candle, before the grand theatrical like effects began to come into play, the mood rising to an eeire and tense atmosphere. And then there seemed to be.....well nothing which got the geeky girl thinking she was be being pranked, only for a sudden eruption of light and the smell of sulfur as a hazy red mist blew in, flooding the room. She is scared at first, but stops when she sees the person standing there is Moxxie, wearing a cat costume and holding a candy bucket,

Moxxie going trick or treating with his wife in the human world at the time, looking utterly adorable in his costume even with the snarky annoyed look on his face which made it clear this wasn’t the first time he’d been inconvenienced. He had himself a look around, feeling puzzled to find himself in a rather plain looking college dorm compared to Satanic goth girls or a certain horny size queen family until he sees the shocked nerd. Not noticing the still recording webcam as he took in her details, Daisy was like the textbook picture for a definition of the word Nerd and her lab geek get up only helped add to the image. Overall especially when compared to past summoners, even a brainiac like Janine, Daisy seemed more like a tame girl next door type who was likely doing this out of curiousity and a dare.

Shrugging as he sighs, the thespian imp simply rolled his and said "let's get this over with" in a matter of fact matter which made it all too clear what was expected of him at this point. A pretty girl was curious and horny, he was called here so it was time to up and make sweet fuck. The Imp placed his candy bucket to rest on the floor and proceeded to move towards her ans though Daisy was scared at first, she started to relax as Moxie kissed her which soon lead to a make out session. The modestly cute bookworm gasping and moaning As moxie pulled off her top, only to get quite a surprise to literally hit him in the face as her supposedly flat chest ballooned outwards, revealing that she was incredibly stacked.

To say Daisy was embarrassed would be putting it mildly but before she could apologise and explain, the imp was suddenly assaulting her big tits with a burst of lust and desire. Licking, sucking and kissing those milk-tanks as he groped and squeezed them in his talented little hand, the nerd babe feeling her nerves becoming flooded with pleasure as that mouth and tongue worked some wicked sexy magic on her jugs. It was all so unreal as she felt her arousal skyrocket to a point she found her hands scrambling to undo and get Moxxie out of that cat costume (which he seriously looked adorable in, if he was at one of those furry conventions there was no doubt he'd swarmed with hugs and kisses). Her glasses steaming up as she laid sight upon that raging hard cock of his soon as he was naked, finding her usually academic brain hitting switches she never even knew it had which caused her to become a full on horny little bitch in heat

It was no wonder then she was soon naked herself, making out with the imp before she had him sitting on the bed as she got him worked up with a titfuck. Proving she wasn't a clueless ignorant virgin about matters relating to sex that weren't in a textbook, criminy if people even got a glimpse of her search histories or her secret drives full of porn!! Feeling her pussy gush and soak her thighs and the floor underneath in response to the pulse and twitch of the imp's cock between the meaty marshmallow warmth of her titanic titties, kissing and licking the exposed, pistoning tip thrusting between the cleavage valley. The taste of his pre overwhelming her and further letting her sex drive take hold of her, plunging her further into the need to fuck.

It was only natural then that she and and the imp got right down to fucking like the rutting beasts they were, going deep and hard with passionate wanton abandon. The dorm room echoing with the sounds of passion and primal rhythm that only skin slapping on skin could generate with Moxxie and Daisy going through a multitude of positions and spaces available within the modest student space. Among them being a rare act of petty spite from the busty nerd girl as she even had Moxxie bang her on her roommate's bed, as payback for that slutwhore cow bringing boys into her room one time too many and being rude to her moments before she'd taken to trying out this personal experiment. Hey who has a bookworm couldn’t hold a grudge?

He was even plowing her while she's on the phone with her brother Davey, who figured out she's currently getting laid and even congratulated her, telling her not to have too much fun. She couldn’t believe she’d actually done something like right out out of those hentai manga and anime like answering a call while getting her brains banged and yet indeed she. And it was hot as all fuck as she moaned and howled from the imp continuing to jackhammer into her snatch with abandon, watching the hypnotic bounce of titanic tits in motion. And to think, they still had so much time to enjoy, it’s a wonder Daisy didn’t feel herself becoming a total bimbo…

A couple of rounds of heavy orgasms later As the two took a break for some drinks, the door to Daisy’s dorm room is suddenly opened as Moxxie is faced with a familiar pair of twins, Shelly and Kelly Perkins, his little erotic encounter from a few missions back, really there was just no mistaking that set of tits and ass on those girls. With both looking shocked at the familiar face of their little lover boy from their cosplay party fun way back and of seeing Daisy, who they thought was a simple nerd, in what was clearly sexual company with a man and were just as surprised at seeing how utterly busty she was. The duo of course reset focus back on Moxxie, who they proceed to pounce on with hugs and kisses, glomming him as they stated how much they’d they missed him and have been trying to get in contact with him. Before proceeding to show just exactly how much they’d missed much to his shock and Daisy’s sudden sense of scarousal…..

Moxxie soon scene to find himself going from fucking one super stack nerd girl to a foursome with said nerd and the notorious Perkins twins with Shelly riding him cowgirl, bouncing her glorious booty on his cock as she was making out with him while Kelly and Daisy m kissed, scissoring as their massive boobs rubbed against one another. Before things proceeded to escalate about as intense as you’d expect this sort of foursome from the imp getting titfuck from Kelly to Shelly sitting on his face as her sister and Daisy gave that big cock of his a double team blowjob. This actioned continues for the rest of the night until the ritual finally wears off, an exhausted Moxxie bamf’d back home to Hell, leaving the three ladies satisfied. Laying together on her bed in a tangle of limbs, naked and sweaty with their skin and holes oozing demonic cum….

The video diary jumped and glitched a bit as it cuts to thenext day, where Daisy is talking about how she and the Perkins twins are friends now. The busty and bootylicious sisters set on taking her on a shopping trip for a makeover, stating that it is criminal that her sexy body isn't on display more. To say nothing of the work they could have done on her face to make it match such a quality figure. Taking her leave as the video end with her blowing a kiss to the camera before she departs as she hears the Perkins girls calling her.

In the office of Skullfuck productions’ boss, Mr.Sketch closed the video he’d just watched after on of his scouts and sent him the link. The flaming floating skull headed Enigma humming as he picked up his cellphone and speed dialled his personal assistant who answered as diligent as ever. He could always count on her to be quick to pick up on a call as soon as she got it. Wasting no time, he got right to the point and spoke up.

Sketch:”Sweetheart, prep up 3 contracts, I just been made aware of a couple of hot little co-eds sin the living world who I think got star material written all over them…..”*One thing the Enigma could always count on was that his little imp rookie had a way of bringing some real prize babes to his attention. And it certainly helped the Perkins twins had some experience and familiarity with the little imp. Enough so thst he had a feeling they’d be more than willing to sign up if it meant being with him again. Everything was coming up Sketchy and how sweet it is……*

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Mystery Imped?!

Now Velma Dinkley wasn't what you'd normally call an impulsive sort of girl but then again when you were an intellectually gifted scholar like herself, who'd graduated and attended college enough times to earn a few notable degrees? That was a given but of course it said a lot that her one circle of friends consisted of quite a misfit group whose sole motivation in life was travelling the country and the world to expose criminals and investigate the supernatural and paranoromal alike. But in this case, she happened to be in the area of a peculiar incident and with the rest of her amigos in Mystery Inc all preoccupied, that left it all up to herself to look into this possible suspicious activity. And it was a real puzzle to say the very least.

One lead she’d investigated involved the county of Coxville, a small town which had been a strange hot spot of activity for a good while especially with rumours of incidents and events that, quite frankly sounded like something out of a cliche porno power fantasy for a BBC fanatic. Women with bodies like they were born to be porn stars having random sexual encounters often with little to no regard to their own marriages or relationships had now seemed to back to normal more or less as if a Curse had been lifted. To say nothing of online rumours about something called the Cult of the Possum, which bore further looking into for sure. And then there was urban legend going around akin to infamy like the candy man or Bloody Mary that involved a demon of all things who stole the hearts of women as he enslaved their bodies with his seductive wiles…

Quite frankly she found it all quite ludicrous, a bunch of tall tales made up by desperate, lonely single women looking for a little sexual thrill and excitement in their lives. But all the same the Mystery Inc bookworm found herself looking into her latest lead, a flyer for a special event hosted by a porn company known as Skullfuck a productions, being held at a local adult film and entertainment convention. To say she was flustered was an understatement, unable to believe herself that bought an actual ticket for this thing and was about to attend this but the things she did and why? Pride, her need to solve mysteries, curiosity?

So that was how Velma came to find herself at this private, exclusive little convention which dedicated itself to media and entertainment of the very adult nature and persuasion. Blushing redder than her own mop of hair as she couldn't believe the outfit she was wearing right now but she knew it was a necessary evil given the dresscode of many of the women here, staff and attendees alike (It was actually puzzling how majority of the crowd was mainly, mostly women with how feminists claimed porn was just for men and that it exploited and took advantage of women). A thong, an orange tube top, highheel pump shoes and a set of fishnet stockings which really hugged her thicc legs and her bodacious booty. Damn it was surprising the sort of body she had under that modest geek chic sense of fashion she tended to wear......

All the same it did the trick as it kept her from sticking out like a sore thumb here, many of the women among the guests and staff varied in all shapes and sizes and really loved to show it off. It’s a wonder most of them didn’t go fully nude though she could feel some of them ogling her and the clapping of her jiggling, fishnet clad booty cheeks which made her body betray her as her thighs became soaked and sticky from her flowing arousal. She was amazed she was actually feeling turned on at all, let alone at being such an exhibitionist but the things she did for cracking a case. Her peculiar state of mind hitting the brakes as she saw a line of women leading to Skullfuck Productions’ convention booth, a sign proudly displaying their logo, a table lined up with a selection of their dvds and Blu-ray and some sort of isolation cube which was what the queue was leading into.

Velma had a distinct impression she could find a lead or some clues as she joined up in the line which moved at a steady enough pace giving her time to fish out and read the convention pamphlet. Now according to the information provided, Skullfuck’s table had included a special challenge for any and all comers to see if they could last a round with their rookie sensation, Mysterious M. If they could match the current record or last long enough until he came first, then they’d be in with a chance to secure a contract with Skullfuck Prod, which to Velma was like something out of a smut fic, women really throwing themselves at some guy for a chance to become porn stars? Yet all the same, going by how the line moved, it seemed none of these amateurs had yet to succeed though judging by how messed up, shaken and sated they seemed, it was worth it.

Velma once again cursed her body being traitorous to her brain as she blushed seeing the small puddle trail she was leaving in her wake, the girl behind her grinning mischievously as she gave the brainiac babe’s booty a smack. Wishing her luck and showing a stamp of approval for the Dinkley girl being honest with her horniness and rocking that outfit and the body it showed off. Which made her bit her lip to suppress a moan as she shuddered from feeling like such a exhibitionist, soon finding herself at the front of the line facing two towering Amazon women dressed similar to secret service agents. One of them handed her a clipboard which held an NDA which made it clear she was consenting to this and being recorded on a camera inside the isolation booth among a few other legal details and requirements.

Much to her own chagrin, the detective girl’s drive to figure out this entangled mystery lewd to her signing her name on the dotted line as she handed the clipboard back. Just in time as the latest “victim” of Mysterious M made her exit, a big Dopey smile on her drooling face as she strode out like she was drunk as the two secret service women gestured her to go on in for her turn. A deep breath and Velma took the plunge, entering the private cubicle to be grated by violet an blue mood lighting and the interior set up like a love hotel and little masked figure in a naked Red Devil costume of sorts. Her glasses steaming up as her senses became overwhelmed with the scent of sex in this confined space and the sight of that raging hard, juice and drool soaked cock…..

Velma wasn’t sure what happened next or the how and why but her brain just seemed to become all hazy all of a sudden, forgetting the original reason she came here. Which was to be expected as sh was pressed up against one of the tinted window walls of the isolation cube, her tube top discard on the floor as her tits were rubbing against the smooth cool surface. Drooling like a slutty bitch in heat as she moaned whorishly from Mysterious M fucking her as he took her from behind, mounted atop her back and holding onto her waist as he pumped and thrust his cock into her sloppy, dribbling pussy. Her asscheeks clapping like thunder with every impact of the little red horned possum’s pelvis and the heavy clit smacking sway of his crimson balls causing her immaculate brain to drown with a tidal wave of mind numbing pleasure.

Velma:”Oh Jinkies!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck me!! Fuck me hard!! Jinkies fuck me like it’s the 60s!!”*The mystery solving Dinkley could hardly believe she as saying such things, that is when her fucked stupid brain could function enough to make words and out a sentence together as Mysterious M continued to plow her deep and hard. She was doing what she could to hold out until he came, small orgasms rocking her as clearly this challenge only counted an orgasm from her that was more obvious as she currently took that big red cock in a mating press. Until eventually her body couldn’t hold out any longer as she came intensely enough to actually squirt, her pussy erupting like a geyser as a buzzer sounded signifying she’d failed thought Mysterios M was quite a gentlemen as he helped her out by taking her over to the exit and gave her back her tube top and thong. Velma hardly disappointed as she made her way out with a smile that clearly showed she had enjoyed every second of that…enough so that she got right back into the line again….*

In the end, Despite her best efforts and repeated tries, Velma hadn’t succeeded in the Mysterious M challenge but she had managed to set a new record for being able to last longer. No closer to solving the ongoing cold case of strange erotic mysteries yet driven and inspired with more determination than ever to figure out and solve them. Sleeping that night in her motel room, naked under her sheets after a vigorous masturbation session with a dildo she’d brought at the Skullfuck productions table, the Brand M they called it. Which did quite the truck of making her feel like that mysterious masked Casanova had been in there with her, rocking her world as she became ensnared by his devilish charms…..

As the Dinkley babe dreamt sweet wet dreams of her mysterious deviant, the crew at the Skullfuck productions booth had finished wrapping and cleaning up when the convention was over and done with. One of the bodyguard girls carrying a sleeping, exhausted Moxxie in her arms as if gently cradling him like a baby, the poor little guy had a busy day. But what a day as he really brought his A game to those babes who took up the Mysterious M challenge, only a small handful had secured that contract prize. Though you couldn’t exactly call the losers that after the experience they had….

Among the ensemble who was overseeing the booth of course had been Mr.Sketch’s personal assistant, the cool level headed woman and her associates dropping their disguises for their demon forms as they took the Asmodean crystal portal home to hell. All the while she flicked through pictures snapped of the contestants and singled out Velma’s picture, a hum of appraisal as she had a feeling her boss would like to see this one. She may not have been among the contract winners but she had set a new record with Moxxie in the challenge and thst body alone combined with the nerd look? Her boss was going to have an inspiration field day…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sin and Win

Much could be said about Mr.Sketch when it came to his creative process to say the very least. On the one hand, there was a good reason why his material sold as well as it did in Heaven, Hell and the living world alike. The man knew his Audience and what they liked and they knew what they liked and liked what they knew. But of course it can be said that his he went about making his work was unorthodox to put it mildly. That is the polite way of saying he was an absolute mad man!!

Now why Moxxie might be thinking that, you would be wondering? Well let's have a look at his current situation, mainly the fact he found himself standing in what was clearly a goddamn church as the usual reliable and capable production crew was busy setting up for filming. Yes indeed Mr.Sketch apparently thought this next shoot required being done in an actual chapel which of course mad the sweet possum wonder if the Enigma was even right in the head. Seriously wasn't there sure to be penalties for doing such a thing in a house of God especially given the ensemble standing on these holy grounds were also actual demons?!

Mr.Sketch:*Seemingly heedless of any doubts, worries or concerns from his rookie sensation as he was busy making framing gestures with his hands while urging his crew to hustle and have things up and running so they could start shooting.*"Come on you natural born sinners, I know you can be more efficient than that. This is the perfect time to work with this place so empty at night but if we got to make enough noise to wake the dead? Then so be it!!*The flaming skullheaded director paused as he felt Moxxie tugging his sleeve to get his attention. The imp holding his mask accessory in hand as worry was clear in his eyes which got the shapeshifting creative's attention.*"Something the matter Moxxie?"*Possible mad man he may be but he always made time and effort to hear his employees out when they had concerns.*

Moxxie:”Sir, not to seem harsh in your creative version…but have you lost your fucking mind?!”*The little possum remarked as he gestured to the scenery around them, making it clear he had issues filming a porno in a church. It’d be one thing if they were humans but demons on holy ground?!!*”I know artists like to push boundaries but all the same…”*His tirade pauses mid stride as his employer fished out and handed h the script, which he accepted and had a read through. Humming as he snapped it shut and resumed speaking, a little calmer.*”Okay impressive as always I’ll admit but still…..”

Whatever the imp was about to say next hit the brakes as his intended co-star for this shoot made her entrance, wearing a nun’s habit which really hugged her thicc, curvy frame. She was clearly a Hellhound and hot damn was she really rocking a body language that said down to fuck, looking the imp’s way as she shot him a wink and a smile. Mr.Sketch of course grinned slyly as he saw Moxxie staring like a deer caught in the headlights the enigma leaning close and wrapping a friendly arm around his shoulders. Time for him to,play good ol ‘ devil’s advocate and reel his rookie star in hook, line and sinker.

Sketch:*Eye sockets twinkling with a glow of mischief as he gave Moxxie a friendly nudge of the shoulder.*"Ooh like what you see huh? You wouldn't believe the effort and time it took finding a habit just her size but Laverne there is worth it..."*The Enigma quipped as he introduced the Doberman hellhound to the imp, who gave him a friendly little wave, shaking her covered booty his way.*"She personally came to me with this scene idea and said she wanted to personally work with you on it....and buddy, let me tell you, the things she's willing to do..."*The flaming skullhead artiste grinned a jawless grin as a Moxxie gave him a flat look. The imp holding his hand out to which Sketch handed him the script for this shoot. Watching him give it a quick read over as he flicked through the pages.

As always the level of detail and thought put into the script was a well written piece of art as ever and being the thespian he was, Moxxie could always admire artistic visions. Even something of the sexual persuasion so if they had to do a porno in a church for some authenticity? Eeh screw it then, it was going to be done after all what was the worst that could happen? Go to hell?

Which was rather redundant given they were already born in and lived there and so Moxxie accepted his part in this lewd sacrilegious piece of work. Filming now underway as the scene played out with Laverne as the obscenely thicc, sexy nun unaware of her own lewd body who found herself encountering an imp that dared to intrude on this house of God with his presence. Deciding that there was only on way to punish this act of heresy was to exorcise him from this sacred ground as she commenced with attempting to dispose of him. The Doberman Hellhound really playing up her sensuality as a naughty nun who couldn’t help but be swayed by the imp’s roguish charms and be tempted to commit sin with him.

That was his the sexy nun cam to find herself holding the heretical imp in her lap, moaning wantonly as he had freed her tits of her habit to lick and suck on while she stroked off his bid red demon cock. Which soon lesd to the chapel echoing with naughty sounds of sinful pleasure as she laid ion her back in a 69 with him, deepthroating his cock as he ate out her gushing slut. Rocking her world with his talented little mouth and tongue while he caressed her meaty thighs but of course this was the foreplay as this failed exorcism became more of a sexorcism. Turning this house of go into a themwildest rut stage you’d ever dare see and behold……

Laverne of course was playing it up with no need at all to take it thanks to her little imp co-star’s sexual talent and skill as he had her bent over a church seat. Taking her from behind as the lusty nun deeply moaned, her big furry asscheeks clapping with every impact of their loins smacking together. Naked save for her stockings and heels as her defiled nun habit laid aside discarded on the floor which became stained with growing puddles of their love juices. The shots of the cameras capturing all the best angles of this lewd tainting of a house of God….

When they’d finally finished up filming this heretical marathon, the local clergy man came to find no trace or evidence that morning that any such sinful lusty deeds had happened here. Though one of the nun’s habits in the laundry pile was strangely wet and sticky with a peculiar scent and parts of the church smelt like a lot of febreeze and cleanser had been heavily used. But nobody was any the wiser and as for our smut making crew? Well they were plenty busy afterwards soon as they got back down to Hell and back in the studio.

A bit of editing sand some production distortion here and there and their latest piece involving the story of a hound nun becoming corrupted by the devilish imp Mysterious M sold like hot cakes on dvd and Blu-ray whole the digital video on the Skullfuck stream site once again made a record number of views, the likes of which mathematicians had never heard of. Comments and fan mail alike came pouring in asking if this would be just a one shot or the first in a new series, small wonder stories of defiling holy women in their sacred grounds of worship was sure to be a kink for some. Many had praised how realistic the church set and nun outfit even seemed. Ooh if they only knew…..

But of course in regards to the stars of this sinful picture, Laverne had become quite personally attached to Moxxie, having felt the imo had more than exceed her expectations. Striking up a personal friendship with benefits off the set and off the clock, much to Millie’s delight and approval of course. The Doberman Hellhound had even bought her own nun costume for a little…roleplay rehearsal, after all, she had a feeling the little lover boy seemed to rather like the idea of making a nun become his devoted little sex slave. He certainly wasn’t confirming or denying it, that was for sure….

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@enstars-selfship-event thanks mods r and m! stay strong!

Rating: 16+ for implied/referenced sex and light horror.

Genre: Supernatural, Black Comedy

Ship: Snakesling (Ibara Saegusa x Milton Pelage)

Notes & Warnings: Future AU (Ibara is 28). Thank you to my fellow Mod Apple for the consultation on Indonesian superstitions! Zeta is its super cool looking sona, please look out for the eldritch skrimbly on our blog!

What is Snakesling?

Ibara is 28 and Cospro President. Eden has gone solo for profit maximisation. He deals with that by letting loose at his new resort, Limbus Tropicae, and my sona Milton is unfortunately(?) the bartender. Read my yume intro to find out more about my setting!

Summary

Ibara has to personally represent Cosmic Productions at Startech Asia, the Met Gala of idol agencies. Each agency makes their name at the convention by a new prototype to revolutionise the entertainment world - and so far, the walking AI-assisted lifelike nuis of himself have been falling flat. 

Milton’s just added ‘spirit shaman in training’ to his CV, and is convinced he can add a little something special to the circuitry…

Part 2

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

Even the flame of the lighter had begun to shrink at the sound of these words. With no moon in the sky, it only cast a dinner-plate sized glow over all three of their faces.

Betraying logic, Ibara began to count. He needed to make sure they were really alone.

“Di sini ada pesta…”

We have a party here,

Milton. Leaning into the flickering light, absorbed like a ten-year old child.

“Pesta kecil-kecilan…”

A small party.

Himself. Shaken from sleep, an even ghastlier presence than the crooked trees against the full moon.

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

The Shaman, chanting, eyes like a fish behind that monochrome mess of hair…

“Datang tak dijemput…”

Come uninvited

…And of course, the doll.

The industry-standard chibi of cheap fabrics and flimsy seams. They were stretched to their limit on a crucifix of sticks in some simulation of a medieval punishment, a deeply uncomfortable sight considering it bore his face.

It knew he was responsible for its plight. That empty, coquettish stare made Ibara feel like he was the human counterpart that robbed him of a worthy existence.

“Pulang tak diantar.”

Go undelivered.

The sticks snapped as hard as the doll’s neck. 

“Pelage, watch out! Pelage – !!”

“...That all it’s supposed to do?”

The toy waddled across the mattress on its stumpy little legs. Barely half the length of an index finger, they struggled to keep its fully stuffed balloon of a head upright. Given the thing already moved like it was made of solid iron, this caused it to sway harder than a vagrant leaving a pub at one in the morning.

A slew of muffled, enthusiastic Japanese greetings left from somewhere in the factory-made mess. It then slammed itself repeatedly against his arm.

“It’s a work in progress.” Ibara sighed pointedly, covering the blanket over his bare chest.

“Dude, I’m gonna be real with you, a Tickle-Me-Elmo’s got more personality than this thing.” Milton winced and grabbed the nui by its swollen head, then sent it on its way to beat its outstretched arms on Ibara’s leg. “Oh man, look! The AI inside’s gaining sentience! ‘You fiend! Release me from this cuddly, marketable prison! Key-rey, or whatever!’ ”

Ibara clenched his jaw and switched it off. He held it by the scruff of its neck and inspected it with disdain, leaning it just very slightly over the basket with the Japan Post wrapping it came in. “Why does everything bad happen when I’m not around? Someone’s getting fired for this.”

“Woah, woah woah! We don’t need to go that far!” Milton yanked the nui out from his hands and set it towards the sunlight. “You said the sensors need some visual stimulation for the neural network to learn, right?”

“What do you think you’re –”

Milton opened the sliding glass doors to the verandah.

Once hit with the full force of the afternoon blaze, pinprick-sized lenses whirred to life. The Ibara nui turned towards its handlers in a slow, mysteriously lifelike capacity. Through the moefied façade of its embroidered face, a tinge of pensiveness, or even longing. 

“Go forth, Temu Tactician! Be free!” To the sound of Milton’s frat-loud cheering, one wiggle of its stub-leg became a leap, then a classic military goose-step that had Ibara take his reading glasses off. Not looking back at its cradle of packaging peanuts, it embarked forward on a journey of discovery - straight into the bottom of the nearby pool.

Milton blinked, and the real Ibara was gone too.

“This is the last time you lay a single finger on my prototypes, Pelage!” The President of Cosmic Productions nearly kicked the door off its hinges, his kitten-patterned boxers fully drenched and smelling of chlorine. The nui convulsed in his arms. 

“Huh, wha -” Milton protested, shocked himself by the sight of life leaving the doll’s eyes. Ibara was fuming with the grief of a mother for her child, and he didn’t know how much of his skin would be left on his body if he laughed. “Sorry, I was only trying to -”

“To bankrupt me next quarter, of course! What else!?” 

“I can fix -”

“Oh, do you plan to miraculously fix not just the circuitry, but overhaul the entire product by this weekend?” Ibara let Milton reach for the toy, then rolled his eyes and flinged it into the trash. “Be my guest. Considering your track record with the mechanics of the toilet seat, I have nothing but my utmost faith in you!”

“A toilet’s a toilet!” Milton huffed and fell back onto the bed. “It only needs ONE button, and that’s the flush!”

Ibara squeezed the bridge of his nose. A groan burst from his lungs.

“R&D busted their asses for this. If this doesn’t bring in any profit after Startech, people will lose their jobs. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Zoom call.”

The moment the door to the bedroom snapped shut, Milton dove for the nui. The waterlogged bundle of squashed fabric latched onto his hand while the rest of its body floundered about. Through the static, he could barely make out its barking of the same fifteen-second voice reel. 

To think that in this recession, a living person was soon going to be in the same state. Thrown aside with mild indifference despite all their efforts. He had heard enough from acquaintances-of-friends-of-colleagues in their tight resort community to know that in terms of work, Ibara and sentiment were oil and water. His ruthless efficiency and chronic tendency to sabotage were the tall tales told between shifts, until they became ingrained in Limbus Tropicae’s own peculiar mythology. 

However diluted this aspect of Ibara had become since his Shuetsu days – now a thin veneer of sarcasm and drunken disrespect – the parrot wasn’t going to stay quietly on his shoulder.

He flipped open his laptop, a heaving beast of burden of a Macbook smothered in stickers from college clubs, and began to search: “Startech”.

“The biggest entertainment technology convention in Asia, organised by Ensemble Square.” Milton whispered to himself. “Held at the Marina Bay Sands Financial Centre in Singapore - lame, all concrete and no cool stuff… 21st to 22nd of June!?”

Needing it on the weekend wasn’t just another figment of Ibara’s usual paranoia, after all.

Milton picked the nui up from the bedside table and held it up to the sun. It sagged between his fingers.

“By God, Temu Tactician, we are going to save those salarymen!” With a determined ‘hmph’, he folded its arm into a salute, spilling a few drops of pool water onto the blanket.

Ibara sucked in a breath. The dumbbell ghosted his training shoes. Keeping his head high, he ground his heels into the gym mat and locked both his fists around the iron bar.

“Knew I’d find you here, Goose!”

“You do realise they’re called shifts because they end, right?” Came Milton’s reply. “How long’ve you been here, anyway?”

The sound of a hundred kilograms falling a hair’s length from his toes elicited a furious yowl. He hopped back a pace, keeping his eyes facing forward and hissing at the voice behind him.

“You! What are you doing here!? Don’t you have a shift to perform!?”

Ibara darted to the clock: it was already two in the morning. If he hadn’t paused to check, it might as well have been two in the afternoon. No matter; he’d been twisting himself into knots all day with emergency meetings that any time not tossing in bed was time well spent.

“All night. I’ve been here all night, thinking about the mess you’ve…”

His head snapped behind him. The shaggy half-pint peered up from the rowing machine with dark eyes and a painted smile. Replacing his beach shirts and board shorts – a sorry excuse for a uniform – was a fine silken shirt and sarong adorned with gnarled bone jewelry.

Milton reached for Ibara, who had frozen still, and took his hand into his own. Smears on his palms glimmered a deep red and seemed to pour from his very flesh.

“I fixed it.’

Half the gym lights shut, leaving them in near-total darkness.

“...Elaborate?” Ibara recoiled. 

“I mean. I fixed it. Dude.” Milton drew out every word into a monotone. Smoke emerged with each whisper, coiling up and around him and blanketed the entire gym floor.

“Figured it out. Gonna take something out...”

 Ibara shuddered.

“And put someone in.”

“What the hell is going on!? What have you done to yourself!” Ibara kicked away the smoke and banged his fist against the wall. “Stop this shit now, or I’ll - ”

The lights came back on. It was Milton’s turn to freeze, caught with his lips puckering at the spout of an orange cartridge. The plastic case was adorned with slices of mangos and tangerines. Cute sea turtles swam around Turta’ Tango in wavy bubble text.

“...Are you kidding me?”

“It’s a work in progress. I can’t make the smoke ring with my mouth yet.” Milton shrugged and started scratching at the smears on his palms, which Ibara could now see were crude drawings of genitalia at various sizes. “Ugh, permanent marker sucks. I’m never letting Zeta draw on me ever again.”

Ibara still looked as if he’d been struck from the back with a hammer. His dark-circled eyes flared at the cartridge. It was no bigger than one of the highlighters he’d kept in his stationery drawer: on those late nights before big deadlines, that made them easier to disguise.

“It’s all local. Made from the spring behind the resort. What, you want a hit, or?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

Ibara flipped his towel over his head and spun sharply towards the showers. But before he could catastrophize about the inevitable press conference to explain the falling share prices, Milton ensnared his wrist around his arm.

And that’s where he found himself bounding past the doors of the gym into the damp wilderness of the jungle, until the sound of chattering guests petered out to the wild rush of waterfalls and the buzzing of mosquitoes. Despite every attempt to free himself or shake Milton out of his trance, he could only watch helplessly as civilisation floated further and further away. 

“Pelage, I am going to kill you with - What. The Fuck.”

The grotto of dead bushes wrapped themselves above and around his feet. He trudged through the leaf litter towards the only things he could see.

A lighter. A face. And something strung up next to a red marker and a sheet of paper, small and shrivelled and looking straight at him.

“Man, this is gonna be the best summer ever!” With Milton’s cheering, bats scattered into the sky. He took out his own lighter and began gesturing around.

“Zeta, Goose. Goose, Zeta.” 

Ibara had expected someone else entirely from the nature of the doodles on Milton. Instead, the face stepped into the moonlight and emerged a towering gentleman; or at least something in the image of one. 

His sarong of strange, tentacle-like patterns coiled around his waist. The entity’s limbs moved as though inflicted with late-stage rigor mortis, and the bleached layers of black hair didn’t exactly help with that impression. Below his porcelain expression was a chest that did not seem to rise and fall. 

Fixed on something far behind Ibara in the distance, he managed a curt bow. Milton tossed the vape over, and after catching without looking, took a slow puff. 

“This one wishes to trifle with the spirits?”

“Spirits!?” Ibara shrieked mid-bow, retching at the smoke. Milton covered his mouth.

“We SO do. After this I pass Shaman 101, right?”

“To qualify as a dukun, Milton,” Zeta shook his head, sitting back down and spinning the marker with intrigue. “You simply… survive.”

Ibara shook Milton off and barked down at him. “You were summoning ghosts behind my back!?”

“Since when did you believe? You need like, three peer-reviewed articles to accept any advice I give you.” The parrot shot back. “You’re cooked for Startech. Your team’s still banging rocks together trying to discover fire. You want it to move? We can make it do so much more. Goose, Temu Tactician.”

He pointed to the mysterious effigy they stood in a triangle around. When the clouds cleared and the moon shone through, Ibara nearly threw up. 

“We’re going to die.”

Caked in soil and leaf litter, the nui was crucified on two pieces of damp wood. A white cloth, strangely pristine, was wrapped around its mutilated body. At first it seemed tied to the wood for support, but on closer inspection, it was tied through it. The sharpened tip pierced through the top of its head, its wiry brain matter spilling out.

“Oh, come on. We’re doo-koons, not Build-A-Bear staff.” 

With a heavy groan of defeat, Ibara sat down. 

This wasn’t exactly his first rodeo. That demon of an instructor took sadistic joy in telling ghost stories. He’d then steal his night vision gear, making Ibara chase him into the forests to get it back. One misstep and he’d jump from the bushes, pinning him to the ground with a force he felt while dreaming and awake. 

He’d only find out it was Instructor through breakroom banter 10 years later. But it didn’t matter; just thinking about the experience kept the fear boiling in his blood.

“If this fails, Milton,” As per Zeta’s instructions, he stood on one side of the doll and held it. Milton stood on the other and did the same. “I hope it gets to you first.”

“Shh! It’s starting.”

The monochrome man began to chant.

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

Even the flame of the lighter had begun to shrink at the sound of these words. With no moon in the sky, it only cast a dinner-plate sized glow over all three of their faces.

Betraying logic, Ibara began to count. He needed to make sure they were really alone.

“Di sini ada pesta…”

We have a party here,

Milton, absorbed like a ten-year old child.

“Pesta kecil-kecilan…”

A small party.

Himself, now sleepless.

“Jelangkung, Jelangsat…”

Zeta. Chanting, eyes like a fish…

“Datang tak dijemput…”

Come uninvited

…And of course, the doll.

It knew he was responsible for its plight. 

“Pulang tak diantar.”

Go undelivered.

The sticks snapped as hard as the doll’s neck. 

“Pelage, watch out! Pelage – !!”

The lighters went out, leaving them at the mercy of the eerie blue-gray mist that spread around them. The doll fell forwards and crushed Ibara’s fingers with the force of what felt like that hundred-kilogram dumbbell. He screamed. 

“Zeta!” Milton’s head snapped to his teacher. “What do we -”

“We embrace it. When we embrace it, we do not feel pain.” The dukun simply crossed his legs and closed his eyes. Another crack resounded in the grotto. A tree branch fell from above, pummelling his chest straight into the ground.

“Zeta! Shit!” 

Not a sound from him. After barely managing to lift Ibara’s fingers out from under the nui, which writhed on the ground with a force that tested the limits of its felt body, the apprentice dukun whipped out his phone.

“Milton!” Ibara shouted. “It’s all up to you - Oh, are you fucking serious!?”

“They know everything on there, okay!?” Milton frantically scrolled through a saved Reddit page on his phone. “Now shut up! Jelangkung jelangsat, disini ana pesta, peca kecil-kecilan, jelangkung jelangsat, datang tidak diundar, pergi tidak diantar!”

From being impossible to lift, the doll grew lighter. And lighter. Until it wiggled its limbs free from Milton’s and Ibara’s fingers, scrambling like a horse learning to walk. 

Then, it stood on two legs and saluted - with broken and rustling mechanics, poking like broken bones through the stitching. 

“敬礼～✰ この 「七種茨」を召還してくれて有難うございました！” Salute! I thank you sincerely for summoning this ‘Saegusa Ibara’ !

Ibara’s own voice was talking back to him - a little older-sounding and strained, but a near-perfect impression. It wasn’t playing through the voicebox. Not even from inside the nui, but from everywhere around them.

Milton gulped. Looks like they wouldn’t need the pen and paper anymore. 

“Uh. Last I checked, we’re in Indonesia. How is it -”

“Your pronunciation must’ve been so bad, the spirit world thought it was Japanese.” Ibara chuckled, then patted him on the back like all he’d done to save their life was just a run down to the market. “Anyway, good job. Your work is done here.”

Ibara then turned to the nui.

“Spirit!” The viper commanded in Japanese. “I, Saegusa Ibara, have returned you to the realm of the living. I present to you a contract: perform according to my instructions and entertain my guests. Then, as one of the wealthiest men in Japan, I will grant you anything you desire!”

He spread his arms out in front of the nui for emphasis. But with the doll no taller than three apples, Ibara was looking down. Rather than a grandiose speech, it seemed more like he was about to give it a big hug.

The nui responded with a slow, contemplative nod.

“Very well. I accept.” It hopped into Milton’s arms and switched to a refined English. “You, secretary. Bring me a warm bath, a fresh hakama and a bottle of Reikyo Absolute 0.”

“We only have one in our cabinet! And I’m not -”

“Yes, my secretary will do so immediately.” Ibara glared at Milton, smiling through gritted teeth as he picked up the unconscious shaman. “Quickly, now. We have some product evaluation to do~✰”

Hello! This is Mod Serpent. Day 7 took way longer and way more words than expected, but it was so worth it! I thought that with all the cute stuff coming out of the Nui prompt, I'd dare to be different. If you made it all the way down here, thanks for reading! Here's Part 2 for your convenience. I promise things will only get better for our two heroes :)

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Klamath Falls, OR (No. 4)

During World War II, a Japanese-American internment camp, the Tule Lake War Relocation Center, was located in nearby Newell, California, and a satellite of the Camp White, Oregon, POW camp was located just on the Oregon–California border near the town of Tulelake, California. In May 1945, about 30 miles (48 km) east of Klamath Falls, (near Bly, Oregon) a Japanese Fu-Go balloon bomb killed a woman and five children on a church outing. This is said to be the only Japanese-inflicted casualty on the US mainland during the war.

Timber harvesting through the use of railroad was extensive in Klamath County for the first few decades of the 20th century. With the arrival of the Southern Pacific Transportation Company in 1909, Klamath Falls grew quickly from a few hundred to several thousand. Dozens of lumber mills cut fir and pine lumber, and the industry flourished until the late 1980s when the northern spotted owl and other endangered species were driving forces in changing western forest policy.

On September 20, 1993, a series of earthquakes struck near Klamath Falls. Many downtown buildings, including the county courthouse and the former Sacred Heart Academy and Convent, were damaged or destroyed, and two people were killed.

Source: Wikipedia

[tamapalace]

World Tamagotchi Tour Returns for 2024!

Can you believe it’s already been a year? The World Tamagotchi Tour is back in 2024, this time with new Tamagotchi Uni versions! The tour starts at the Japan Expo in France which is scheduled for July 11th, 2024 through July 14th, 2024 at Nord Villepinte Exhibition Center. Then at the San Diego Comic-Con scheduled for July 25th, 2024 through July 28th, 2024 located at the San Diego Convention Center, and then the Tokyo Toy Show in Japan at the Tokyo Big Sight from August 29th, 2024 through September 1st, 2024 (rather late this year).

At each event, there will be Tama Time Travel Tamagotchi Original’s for sale along with other Tamagotchi Original shells, Tamagotchi Connection, Tamagotchi Uni, and Tamagotchi Nano!

For those making purchases, you can get your hands on the Angel Balloons Tama Sticker which has a 16-digit limited code for Angel Balloons accessory, and Monster Balloons Tama Sticker which has a 16-digit limited code for Monster Balloons accessory.

There will also be World Tamagotchi Tour exclusive Tama Search characters to visit! Right after this feature has been deployed, you’ll be able to meet some new friends. You can meet Chestnut Angel and Debirutchi, which Bandai has labelled as Angel and Monster. These two characters will only be available to find at the World Tamagotchi Tour destination mentioned above.

[shy-writes]

Eterna lore: races pt 1

okay i said i was gonna do it and i'm nothing if not a goblin of my word. here's the breakdown on the races and social hierarchy on the planet Eterna! starting from the top

(note: each race has inherent powers, but all races tend to have some grasp on general magic)

The Rune

Position: The Rune are the gods of this world. Except, unlike gods on Earth, these fellas are super hands-on. They created the races and they rule over Eterna. Nothing happens without their approval. Despite their prominent roles in the lives of Eternals, however, the Rune are hardly ever actually seen. They're kind of like those real historical figures that balloon into legends, except they also control the government.

Physical appearance: The Rune are a bit eery. They're weirdly smooth, splotched with stark white and black, and they have very few discernible facial features. Their eyes are more like clusters of sensors and they have huge, deer-like antlers. Their bodies more or less resemble flowing sheer robes.

Powers: The limits of their powers aren't well-known, but it's generally assumed that they're all-powerful. Still, it's important to note that they are NOT omniscient.

Naming conventions: Their names are very short, usually two or three letters, and very vowel-centric. Examples: Uo, An.

The Gray

Position: The Gray are kind of like the mouthpiece for the Rune. They're the only class that communicates directly with the Rune, and they're responsible for enacting their will. They're also responsible for things like weapons development or whatever scientific studies the Rune have an interest in.

Physical appearance: The Gray are similarly featureless, but more humanoid and less Eldritch beast. They're bald and have pointed ears, gray skin, pupil-less eyes, and tend to run gaunt and scrawny.

Powers: Enhanced intellect

Naming conventions: Usually one or two letters, and they usually name themselves. They're more like labels than names. Examples: M, HK

The Lucinne

Position: The Lucinne are kind of like the "face" for the Rune. They're employed by the government in some capacity, but they don't have any real power. They're mostly responsible for hosting events and presenting a sanitized vision of the Rune and their society.

Physical appearance: They have paper-white skin, pale eyes, and long, pointed ears. They have very large eyes (think Alita: Battle Angle levels of uncanny valley). Their faces tend to be pretty angular, and sometimes they have beauty marks (not always naturally). It's become popular for Lucinne to change the shape of their eyebrows and pupils to match whatever extravagant hairstyle and outfit they've chosen.

Powers: All Lucinne have telepathy, but many of them have other powers generally helpful in their roles, like affecting the mood of a room or basic illusions.

Naming conventions: Very fancy, elegant names whose extravagance dip into the absurd at times. Examples: Halloinelle, Lyrandette.

pt 2 will be up shortly!

Eterna is a queer scifi fantasy about aliens, superheroes, magic, and the terror of falling in love. Follow this blog for updates and sneak peeks!

[autistichalsin]

Random fun chemistry facts

(Some of these are "duh" for experts, but I find them really fun as a chemistry layperson anyway).

Every element after lead is radioactive.

Diamond and graphite are both forms pure carbon takes. (This is why it's so easy to create synthetic diamond, and why De Beers is shitting themselves currently. Turns out when you have the technology to create entirely new elements, even if only for seconds of observation, rearranging carbon atoms into particular configurations is trivial. But, ya know, De Beers would rather keep their slaves.)

The most radioactive naturally-occurring element is believed to be polonium, though some man-made elements are more radioactive since they have half-lives on the order of seconds. Polonium-210 is the most radioactive isotype thereof, and has the dubious honor of having been used in a political assassination.

Light behaves like both a wave and a particle at the same time, which is called wave-particle duality, and is kinda insane to think about.

"Mole day" is celebrated on October 23 every year, because written out in American conventions, it becomes 10/23, which references Avogadro's constant, 6.022*10^23. (This number equals one mole, and is used to define an amount of a substance.)

Helium is lighter than air, which is why balloons float. Also, helium can and will escape into space, making it non-recoverable, which is kind of a problem since helium is also used to cool the magnets of MRI machines.

Absolute zero (a temperature that has never actually been reached) is the point at which all molecular activity ceases/the kinetic energy disappears from the system. Even if you cooled a mass of helium to this point, it would still be a liquid instead of a solid.

Thioacetone is believed to be the worst smelling chemical in the world. It's capable of inducing nausea in people .4 km away.

Alfred Nobel, the person who the Nobel Prize is named for, invented dynamite, intended to assist in mining. There is a popular story that he was the subject of a prematurely-published obituary calling him the "merchant of death", which horrified him so much that he shifted his focus and later invented the Nobel prize to save his reputation, but this has never been verified and some think it might be apocryphal.

Some chemicals have different forms, called isomers, that still work drastically differently. The most infamous of these is thalidomide. It is a chiral (that is, like your left and right hand, it can't be superimposed over its mirror image) molecule. The "good" form, R-thalidomide, was useful in treating morning sickness, but the body would convert this to S-thalidomide since it couldn't distinguish the two. The S-thalidomide then caused an epidemic of birth defects, and thalidomide was removed from the market. It remains a popular case study for a variety of issues: isomers and interconversion, chirality, birth defects, and more.

Just some random fun facts. :)

[victusinveritas]

Late night political rant from a middle aged Leftist.

Look...

Harris...

Isn't great. Or good. And... she's going to murder people overseas (yep, them, also some other folks, also probably definitely (weirdly) Lichtenstein which is not really a genocide but she'll probably keep enabling one) and her declaration about a strong military is...not great. At best, and I say this with all the confidence of someone knowing it's more likely that all my student loans are forgiven and I end up with free dental because of my college degree, she might tug the leash on BB and friends and maybe suggest, slightly curtailing the genocide in Gaza and the bombing of Lebanon, once she's in power. Maybe. Do I think she's likely to do anything right away (in goddamn January)? No. She'll say "we're moving towards peace..." while arming a nuclear terrorist state with even less compunction about committing war crimes than the US or Canada (not recently, but Canada is like half of why the Geneva Convention exists because they... didn't like taking prisoners in WWI and II).

But what about X candidate that only exists in California or God the fuck knows where? No. No chance of them winning. To get a third party president elected we need to get a third party in House and the Senate. Once we turn them at least a bit Good Red (Socialist of some stripe) we can take a chance at someone outside the usual Dems or GOP.

But...Stein is a Trump/Putin stooge that pops up every four years and will probably continue to do so like the monster in Jeepers Creepers until she has body parts from staffers in every state to create a mega-Libertarian (Megazord but with a real firm knowledge of age of consent laws and a Randian sense of self importance)...

So...

The one thing I can say for Harris is that Tim Walz probably has a kinda wholesome fetish for women his own age or within an appropriate margin (milfs and up) who look like his wife and like to pop balloons. Anyway, whatever his take kink is, he will fight like a Midwesterner (with folksy homespun cussedness) to keep Pornhub and similar sites free to access for all people, because this is America, and we invented modern porn (Czechoslovakia and Hungary perfected it) and the internet, and by gum we're going to keep those things together because they're as American as what one or more consenting folks do in the privacy of anywhere not a school zone or very public park (bushes are fine, ditto riverbanks).

Project 2025 will take away all of that and more.

Vote Blue. And then drag Blue kicking and screaming towards accountability and the things America and the world are owed by the billionaires dodging their fair share of things. Vote in folks running on pro universal healthcare tickets and just generally not being douchebags.

(and no, I'm not going to debate folks on any of this except perhaps my theories on a US invasion of Liechtenstein, I have better things to do than yell at people on the internet and so do you. Go join a mutual aid group or three, play a hand or two of cards.)

[crickbook1]

Skyfair: A Celebration of Technology, Art, and Aerial Wonder

Events that blend creativity and imagination are uncommon in a world that is always changing. One such occasion is Skyfair, a ground-breaking celebration of artistic expression, immersive technology, and aerial performance. Despite having a name that evokes awe over the horizon, Skyfair is more than simply a festival; it's an event that unites the sky and the earth, art and aviation, science and narrative.

Skyfair keeps pushing the envelope as its popularity and reach increase, altering how people engage with the sky and how festivals can become life-changing experiences of inspiration, education, and amusement.

Skyfair: What Is It?

The main objective of Skyfair is to showcase the newest advancements in drone technology, aviation innovation, immersive art pieces, and interactive performances in an outdoor setting. Every year, thousands of people from all around the world who are enthusiastic about technology, aviation, and creative experiences attend.

In contrast to conventional tech expos or air shows, Skyfair integrates many fields. Participants engage in interactive displays, pilot simulators, virtual and augmented reality experiences, and watch synchronized drone light shows that illuminate the night sky in addition to just watching aircraft and drones.

History and Idea

A team of engineers, artists, and educators came up with the concept for Skyfair because they thought the sky might be used as a canvas in addition to being a location for airplanes. As affordable aerial technology and public interest in immersive experiences increased, what began as a modest neighborhood drone festival became into a full-fledged event.

Today, Skyfair is renowned for its inventiveness and education in addition to its entertainment value. Three pillars support its base:

Drones, electric planes, air taxis, and other flight-related technology are examples of aerial innovation.

Art and Creativity: digital installations, light displays, and aerial musical performances.

STEM Education: Age-appropriate learning areas, seminars, and interactive displays.

Highlights & Attractions at Skyfair

1. Drone Lighting Displays

The most recognizable feature of Skyfair is its drone light displays. In order to create forms, animations, and narrative scenes, hundreds or even thousands of drones with LED lights are coordinated in the sky. These spectacles create stunning aerial images by combining software engineering, design, and narrative.

Drone displays are the ideal fusion of art and accuracy, whether they are depicting the history of flying or making up fantastic universes. The quiet, environmentally friendly, and completely safe displays provide a tranquil alternative for conventional fireworks.

2. Floating stages and aerial performances

Imagine seeing aerial dancers spin hundreds of feet above the earth or listening to a live symphony while floating in a hot-air balloon. Skyfair presents floating stages, a novel twist that enhances performances both artistically and physically by using balloons, towers, and aerial equipment.

Real-time sound systems and augmented reality viewing capabilities improve these performances, allowing viewers to completely immerse themselves regardless of their physical location.

3. Immersion Experiences with VR and AR

Visitors may experience virtual reality (VR) and augmented reality (AR) in specially designed immersive zones at Skyfair. These might include digital sky-painting, space exploration expeditions, or flight simulators.

Through these experiences, participants may comfortably stand on Earth while exploring future cities or high-altitude landscapes. These areas are well-liked by both children and adults, and they often use the newest wireless and sensory technology.

4. Startup Showcases and Innovation Exhibits

Skyfair also acts as a showcase for technology. Whether they are solar-powered gliders, eVTOL (electric vertical takeoff and landing) vehicles, or autonomous delivery drones, startups and inventors from all over the globe present their most recent airborne innovations.

Here, technology and opportunity collide. Skyfair serves as an important venue for industry contacts and progress as entrepreneurs showcase their prototypes to investors and the general public.

Initiatives in Education

Education is a major component of Skyfair's purpose. Throughout the festival, seminars and presentations are held in a special area known as the Skyfair Learning Pavilion. Advanced aeronautics, coding, environmental science, and drone flying are among the topics covered.

Students may participate in design competitions or attend seminars led by scientists, engineers, and pilots at Skyfair, which often hosts field excursions for schools. Skyfair serves as an introduction to STEM (science, technology, engineering, and mathematics) for a lot of young people.

Among the instructional activities are:

Workshops for building your own drones

Drone route planning as an introduction to coding for children

Ethics and safety in contemporary aviation

Future professions in robotics and aerospace

Dedication to the Environment

Although technology and aviation are sometimes linked to excessive energy consumption, Skyfair encourages sustainability via a number of initiatives:

An environmentally beneficial alternative for fireworks is a drone display.

Solar panels are used to meet the energy requirements of the stage and display.

Reusable items and recycling initiatives are present throughout the space.

emphasis on green aviation technology and electric aircraft.

The goal of Skyfair's environmental stewardship is to demonstrate that flying in the future may be sustainable, ethical, and clean.

Community and Worldwide Presence

Regional versions of Skyfair have started to develop throughout Europe, Asia, and the Middle East as part of its global expansion. While preserving the essence of the original event, these regionalized events often include performers, themes, and innovations unique to the area.

Artists, developers, engineers, educators, and families make up the worldwide Skyfair community; many of them come back year after year. A rising number of people, particularly those who are unable to go, now take part online via live streaming and virtual displays.

Additionally, the community is active all year round through:

Conversations on social media

Online challenges and workshops

A scheduling and learning app for Skyfair

Programs for ambassadors and volunteers

Impact on the Economy and Society

Additionally, Skyfair makes a substantial economic contribution to the host cities. Tens of thousands of people attend each event, which significantly increases demand for nearby lodging, dining options, and transportation. Many local merchants and artists engage in the market areas put up at each festival, and temporary employment are generated.

In addition to its economic effect, Skyfair generates cultural energy. At the grassroots level, it promotes innovation, tech participation, and creative expression. Additionally, it prepares society for the increasing integration of air-based technology into everyday life by normalizing the usage of drones and aerial vehicles.

Skyfair's Future

As technology advances, Skyfair's reach also changes. Future plans consist of:

Skyfair Mobile: Traveling, scaled-down versions of the event for small towns and schools.

International Partnerships: Joining forces with cultural organizations, scientific museums, and television programs.

On-demand drone experiences: Scheduling unique drone performances for local festivals, private gatherings, or educational institutions.

Virtual Skyfair: An entirely digital version with interactive exhibitions, presentations, and demonstrations that can be accessed via VR devices.

With the help of these programs, Skyfair will be more accessible, inclusive, and extensive than it has ever been.

In conclusion

Beyond just being a festival, Skyfair is a representation of what occurs when imagination, ingenuity, and teamwork flourish. Skyfair makes an impact, whether you're making your first quadcopter in a workshop or marveling at drones that paint stars across the sky.

Skyfair brings technology down to Earth, or rather, it takes us all up to witness it in action, at a time when it might seem far away or difficult. In the future, flying, enjoyment, and education will all take place under the same sky because to Skyfair's dedication to education, sustainability, and innovation.

Skyfair encourages everyone to gaze up and contemplate what's possible, regardless of whether they are tech enthusiasts, inquisitive parents, dreamers, or innovators.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 3.21 (after 1940)

1943 – Wehrmacht officer Rudolf von Gersdorff plots to assassinate Adolf Hitler by using a suicide bomb, but the plan falls through; von Gersdorff is able to defuse the bomb in time and avoid suspicion. 1945 – World War II: British troops liberate Mandalay, Burma. 1945 – World War II: Operation Carthage: Royal Air Force planes bomb Gestapo headquarters in Copenhagen, Denmark. They also accidentally hit a school, killing 125 civilians. 1945 – World War II: Bulgaria and the Soviet Union successfully complete their defense of the north bank of the Drava River as the Battle of the Transdanubian Hills concludes. 1946 – The Los Angeles Rams sign Kenny Washington, making him the first African American player in professional American football since 1933. 1952 – Alan Freed presents the Moondog Coronation Ball, the first rock and roll concert, in Cleveland, Ohio. 1960 – Apartheid: Sharpeville massacre, South Africa: Police open fire on a group of black South African demonstrators, killing 69 and wounding 180. 1963 – Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary closes. 1965 – Ranger program: NASA launches Ranger 9, the last in a series of uncrewed lunar space probes. 1965 – Martin Luther King Jr. leads 3,200 people on the start of the third and finally successful civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama. 1968 – Battle of Karameh in Jordan between the Israel Defense Forces and the combined forces of the Jordanian Armed Forces and PLO. 1970 – The first Earth Day proclamation is issued by Joseph Alioto, Mayor of San Francisco. 1970 – San Diego Comic-Con, the largest pop and culture festival in the world, hosts its inaugural event. 1980 – Cold War: American President Jimmy Carter announces a United States boycott of the 1980 Summer Olympics in Moscow to protest the Soviet–Afghan War. 1983 – The first cases of the 1983 West Bank fainting epidemic begin; Israelis and Palestinians accuse each other of poison gas, but the cause is later determined mostly to be psychosomatic. 1986 – Debi Thomas became the first African American to win the World Figure Skating Championships 1989 – Transbrasil Flight 801 crashes into a slum near São Paulo/Guarulhos International Airport, killing 25 people. 1990 – Namibia becomes independent after 75 years of South African rule. 1994 – The United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change enters into force. 1999 – Bertrand Piccard and Brian Jones become the first to circumnavigate the Earth in a hot air balloon. 2000 – Pope John Paul II makes his first ever pontifical visit to Israel. 2006 – The social media site Twitter (now officially named X) is founded. 2019 – The 2019 Xiangshui chemical plant explosion occurs, killing at least 47 people and injuring 640 others. 2022 – China Eastern Airlines Flight 5735 crashes in Guangxi, China, killing 132 people.

[rjzimmerman]

It’s Been the Hottest Summer on Record, European Officials Say. (New York Times)

Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The summer of “brat,” the Paris Olympics and political conventions may be winding down, but the heat in 2024 is still going strong.

The southwestern United States’ sizzling triple-digit temperatures this week mark the tail end of the hottest summer on record, according to a new European climate report.

“We know that the warming of the planet leads to more intense and extreme climate events, and what we’ve seen this summer has been no exception,” said Julien Nicolas, a climatologist with the Copernicus Climate Change Service, the European Union agency that published the assessment on Wednesday.

Since 2018, the agency has been combining data like weather observations from balloons and satellites with computer models that simulate temperature and precipitation to get a picture of what’s happening around the world. It pairs that picture with past weather conditions reconstructed back to 1940 to compute a global average temperature.

June and August were the hottest June and August on record, according to the models, while July is not quite as clear.

That heat increases the likelihood of extreme weather events like heat waves, heavy rainfall and flooding, and wildfires. Last year, Canadian wildfires were so expansive that they released more carbon dioxide into the atmosphere than all but three countries: the United States, China and India.