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anonymousicecream · 10 days

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Contract Negotiations (Sana x M Reader)

"Now ladies and gentleman, may I welcome you, Minatozaki Sana!" The MC announced, turning your head towards the spotlight, where it points Minatozaki Sana, in her beauty, standing up from her seat, walking towards the main stage.

You then got up after hearing your name being called, as the CEO of the company Sana's currently endorsing. You managed to shake hands with Sana, before standing next to her. The show continued while you and Sana stood still like statues. "You know, Mr L/n, my contract's ending soon." Sana whispers, trying to maintain her smile. "Oh I know. What do you say, we discuss this after the event, in my room?" You offered. "I can't see why not." Sana replied.

(Timeskip to after the event)

You changed yourself into a more casual attire, dressing yourself in a navy blue polo and trousers, awaiting the presence of Minatozaki Sana in your room.

*Knock Knock

You got up and head to the door, opening it, seeing Sana standing there, along with her bodyguard. "May I?" She asks. "Of course." You said, opening the way for Sana to enter. "James, you can just return to the room, I'll be back in no time." Sana instructed to her bodyguard, the two of you watching as he went into the elevator, returning to his room, before you closed the door. You guide her towards the living room, offering whiskey which she accepts.

"So Ms Minatozaki, I think there's no harm in starting immediately. So, we're ready to offer you a contract for 1 more year, worth $700k and in turn, you'll become our Muse for some lines of products, mainly the dress, such as the one you're wearing right now." You offered. You saw Sana consider, before replying on her own. "Well Mr L/n, I'm more inclined on a 1 year extension, but worth $1.8 million and I'll become a house ambassador. What do you say?" Sana asks.

"Ms Minatozaki, I'm afraid that's too far away from our reach. The best we can offer is $1.2 million." You offered. Sana then got up and grabbed her phone, setting it on the table and went to her camera, pressing the record button.

"Mr L/n, allow me to convince you." Sana said, before getting on her knees. She then moved her hands onto your crotch, palming your cock through your trousers, making you groan. "Mmmmhhh, you're packing." Sana smiled teasingly, before she unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants as she lowered them as well as your boxers, exposing your hard cock.

Sana then got her mouth over your cock, letting her saliva drop onto your cock, before she starts stroking it aggressively. It didn't take long before she tightened her grip on your cock while increasing your strokes even faster. It didn't take long before you start twitching, mainly from how hard you've been the whole day, standing and staring at Sana all the time, and at times even peeking under her dress, staring at her beautiful cleavage and perky nipples.

"Close huh?" Sana teased, making you nod aggressively. "Alright." Sana said, before she moved her mouth onto your cock, inserting your cock slowly as she starts sucking your cock. You groaned, feeling her warmth and tightness as you also moved your hands onto her cheeks, caressing them as she sucks even faster. You felt Sana start getting deeper, inserting more of your cock into her mouth, allowing you to feel even more of her cock before she bottomed out on your cock. She tried going even deeper, before she deepthroated you, letting you feel the true glory of her oral pleasures.

She gagged a few times before stopping her oral pleasures. "Paint me. Paint my face with your cum." Sana said, stroking your cock hard, fast and tightly. It didn't take long before you reached your climax, groaning as you spurt your cum out of your cock, and onto Sana. The first spurt went to her mouth, second to her cheek and rest stayed on her face with some even dropping down onto her collarbone and cleavage. Sana just stayed still, shrieking after each spurt, and smiling teasingly after you finished cumming, trying to come down from your orgasm.

"Is that enough sir?" Sana asked, grabbing a tissue to clean herself up. "No. I need your pussy for further consideration." You said, earning a smirk from her. "Dominate me daddy." She said. You then got up and grabbed her hand, guiding her onto the bedroom. You pushed her onto the bed before stripping yourself naked. You immediately got onto her, aligning yourself with her pussy before entering her. "Mmmhhh fuck you're big." Sana moaned, complimenting you. "I know." You said, before you start thrusting in and out of her. You start off slow, thrusting slow and deep thrusts into her, feeling the extent of her insides, while also adding stimulation to her by moving your hands onto her dress and lowering the top, exposing her perky nipples.

"You can suck them." Sana said, moaning lowly after she said it. You leaned down to suck on her tits, while fondling with the other as your thrusts got faster bit by bit after each thrust. Your other hand also didn't stay still as you moved them onto her thighs, palming them before moving them onto her ass, spanking her repeatedly for a few times before you set them on her clit, rubbing them while matching your pace. "Just so you know, I came here to get filled and ruined." Sana said, and you nod, understanding what she wants.

You stopped sucking her tits, and instead put her hands on her tits. "Play with them while I fuck you, ruin you, and fill you up." You instructed, before you moved your hands onto her clit, rubbing them aggressively as you start thrusting in and out of her aggressively, increasing your strength, depth and pace while you fuck her. "F-Fuckkk that feels good." Sana moaned, feeling your hard cock ruining her insides. It didn't take long before you hit her g-spot, making her clench while also leaking some of her juices out of her.

"I'm close." You groaned, controlling your thrusts to maintain your deep and fast thrusts, before Sana moaned while saying "On my tits." You nodded, thrusting in and out of her at a VERY hard pace for a few thrusts before pulling out of her and kneeling in between her body, stroking your cock aggressively as you came -- HARD -- on her tits. Your first spurt went onto her left nipple, earning a shocked moan from her and the second went on her other nipple, as the rest laid on her cleavage, spurting each cum out as you reached your high.

"So uh, is that good enough?" Sana asked. "It is, but I'll still need to clean you up." You said, making Sana smirk, before she said "Let's not waste any time then." Safe to say, the two of you didn't stop there as you fucked her through her "clean-up session", finishing on her face, while also fucking her afterwards on the balcony, finishing inside her this time.

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lewisvinga · 8 months

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the other woman. | charles leclerc x fem! reader

summary: after his engagement party, y/n realizes that she will always be the other woman..

warnings; mentions of cheating, sex, modern family reference

word count; 1.2 k

note; this song has been stuck in my head

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Y/n couldn’t believe what she had just read with her own eyes. She reread the invitation again in hopes she had misread it.

You’ve been invited to celebrate the engagement of Charles and Alexandra.

She felt sick to her stomach. She felt like she could just throw up. Lando, a close friend of hers, noticed the look on her face. “What’s wrong? You jealous?” He asks in a teasing tone.

“No!” She exclaims, accidentally saying it in a loud tone. “I-I just don’t feel good.” She lied. She quickly hands him the invite with a smile on her face. “I’m happy for them.”

“‘Bout time Charles proposed to her!” The Brit exclaims with a loud laugh, not noticing how tense she became.

Y/n lets out a laugh at some stupid comment Charles made at the sitcom playing on the TV in front of them. They were both underneath her covers, him in just boxers and her in a plain t-shirt.

After spending hours appreciating each other's bodies and Charles seemingly making love to her, they were still restless. Being restless was just a call to watch sitcoms together.

“C’mon, chérie, you’re telling me that Jay managed to get Gloria?” He asks in a shocked tone, watching a scene of the Modern Family characters.

“C’mon, look at those baby blue eyes!” She exclaims in a teasing tone. He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling her closer. She rested her cheek against his naked chest as a comfortable silence fell upon them while they watched the sitcom.

Y/n opens her mouth to say something when Charles’’ phone began to ring. He checks the caller's I.D. and lets out a quiet string of curses. Alexandra, his girlfriend, was calling. He was quick to get up and get dressed. “I have to go, chérie.” He quietly says.

She sits up in disappointment. A pout adorned her lips as she watched him pull on his pants. “You told me you were going to break up with her last week, Cha.” She mumbles.

“It’s complicated.”

“We’ve been sleeping together for weeks?”

“I’m trying, I promise. It’s just complicated.” Charles lets out a sigh as he pulls his polo over his head. He leans over to press a kiss against Y/n’s forehead. “You’re my girl, you know that. Don’t you?”

She glances up at him with a shy smile and nods. “Yeah, ‘m your girl.” She quietly responds, shifting around on the bed to sit up more comfortably. “Wanna come over this Saturday?”

“Can’t, I have an event with Alexandra and Arthur.” His response made her smile immediately drop and her stomach sink.

“Oh.”

“I’ll see when I’m free, okay?” Charles says with a smile. He leaves one last kiss against her lips before grabbing the rest of his belongings. “See you later, chérie.”

“Bye, Cha.”

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Lando exclaims as he waves his hands over her face. She glances up at him, his loud voice pulling her from one of the last memories with Charles. “Whatcha’ thinking about? You zoned out after I asked if you were going.” He asks with a laugh.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.” Y/n nervously laughs, glancing at the white and gold invitation in her hand. “I mean, Charles is one of my closest friends. It’d be rude not to go. Of course, I’m going.” She responds a bitterness laced in her tone that the Brit fortunately didn’t notice.

“I think a lot of the others will go too! It’ll be so fun! I can’t believe it.” Lando seemed excited to see Charles finally engaged. Very much the opposite to Y/n who kept her eyes to the ground with a feeling of remorse filling her mind.

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Y/n didn't know what she was doing as Lando parked his McLaren at the venue for the celebration. She felt sick as she clutched on the black Chanel Kelly bag Charles had gifted her for her birthday. Even the red mid-length Dior gown she wore was gifted by the Monegasque. All of her nice and luxurious things were gifted by him.

The sick feeling became worse as she entered the venue alongside Lando. The venue was decorated in a way that made it seem more heavenly. A large framed picture of Charles and Alexandra stood right at the entrance next to a white floral arch.

"Charles and Alexandra, the newly engaged couple. Cheers to forever!"

Lando read out loud the cursive writing underneath the picture. "Would you look at that!" He laughs, making fun of his fellow driver. He glances back at Y/n, noting her tense posture. "What's been up with you?" He asks, his tone filled with nothing but concern for his close friend. "Is it a boy?"

"It's complicated," Y/n replies, ignoring his confused stare as she makes her way past the picture. "Let's just greet Charles and Alex and then find seats."

They walked further into the venue where a couple of long decorated dining tables sat. There was a large space in the middle where Charles and Alexandra stood as guests greeted and congratulated them. Y/n visibly gulps as Lando dragged her over to the couple.

"Charles!" Lando loudly exclaims, causing the Ferrari driver to turn around with a wide smile. "Congratulations!" He continues, happily wrapping his arms around him.

Y/n makes eye contact with Alexandra who gives her a sweet smile. Y/n smiles back, ignoring the guilt she felt. "Alex, congratulations." She quietly says, "I must say, that ring is gorgeous."

"Y/n! Thank you." Alexandra replies with a smile. "That bag is beautiful. I have the purple one and I love it!"

"Can never go wrong with a Chanel Kelly, right?" Y/n says with a chuckle as Lando interrupts her to talk to Alexandra. Which meant it left Y/n to face Charles. The Monegasque's eyes widened as he recognized her red Dior dress and Chanel bag.

"Y/n, you look spectacular." He quietly says, pulling her into a hug. Y/n hated how such words made her blush and want to giggle. Her heart skipped a beat as she pulled away, now noticing how he was wearing glasses.

"Glasses? I've always loved them on you."

Charles chuckles, taking a glance at her up and down. That glance only meant one thing, that she would be underneath him after the party. She hated being at his engagement party but still felt such a need to be with him.

"I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Always."

The night dragged on and Y/n kept her gaze on Charles and Alexandra. They seemed happy. Everyone seemed happy for them. Her heart hurt knowing that Charles wasn't hers officially.

She felt the same heartbroken feeling as she watched him quickly change back into his clothes late that night. She still was naked underneath the covers, trying to catch her breath but he was rushing to get back to his fiance.

Y/n lets out a deep sigh as she watches him leave after kissing the top of her head. Water filled her eyes, laying her head against her pillow. She felt stupid for ever thinking that Charles would officially be hers. After all, she was the other woman.

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drgnnova · 5 months

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Who is the most mischaracterize character in the Honkai Star Rail fandom and why is it Yanqing?

I could go into detail about how the fanon likes to mischaracterize him. they'll call him a brat and overconfident for thinking he could beat Jingliu, Blade and Dan Heng. but it makes sense Yanqing is a prodigy which is why he's the youngest lieutenant in the history of the Xianzhou, Cloud Knights. (this can be found in this character story) and it also mention that "No one can best Yanqing when he holds a sword in hand."

people treat like he weak just because he lost against Jingliu, Blade and Dan heng. which is weird, do you want some "random" kid to be stronger than immortals who are more than twice his age. you claim these characters as strong but then call him Yanqing weak for losing agaisnt them. so it makes no sense to me, It kind of contradicts what your saying lol.

also Yanqing was only doing his job, yes Jing Yuan told him to not go after them. but he was still doing his job, it his job as the cloud knight lieutenant and he wants to prove himself to Jing Yuan. (This was only hinted at when 1.2 came out with these quests, but was confirmed later in the ghost event when Yanqing was getting manipulate/control by a heliobi/heliobus name Apyra).

and people are calling him a brat because of how he acted in his companion quest and the 1.2 quest even thought he was literally talking to wanted criminals so of course he's not going to be all rainbows and smiles. ignoring how nice he is outside of those fights/scenes.

in the 1.3 quest, Yanqing is seen trying to make sure Jing Yuan rests after his battle with phantylia. he even apologises to Jingliu for assuming she can't see due to her blindfold. Yanqing in his messages (not everyone gets this because it's only if you get hie character) stays in the rain with some kittens, and feels bad for them as he waits for the mother to return. and in most if not all other interactions that doesnt include villains, Yanqing is shown to not act bratty and even has good manners, and isn't rude.

also after the 1.2 quest, when Yanqing is a visitor to the astral express, he shown to be kind to Dan heng who he was agaisnt in the 1.2 trailblaze quest, wanting to know what Dan heng is interested in who he can talk to him. he evens fell bad when he thought he misspoke to Dan heng, saying this to Trailblazer "I was worried I spoke out of turn or upset him." and this "I'll keep talking to him — maybe I can eventually unlock his chattier side!", he clearly wants to be friends with Dan heng, and cares about people.

he considers Trailblazer a friend, even talking about the General says it "show proper etiquette...". and Yanqing wants to repay the Trailblazer but doesn't know how. and gives Trailblazer some beautiful stones he found. at the end of this conversation he says "The next time I'm here, I want to have more conversations, watch the universe, and eat some good food together with all of you!"

also i think it weird if you hate a character (not gameplay wise, I can understand why people don't like Yanqing's gameplay wise) because you lose a 50/50. you losing your 50/50 to Yanqing shouldn't make you hate his whole character. you're ignoring his character lore/personality over a game/wish.

also it stupid to hate Yanqing because of what he did in HI3, Yanqing character is completely different than his H13 counterpart/Expy (the original) because he hasn't done what he did in HI3 and it a completely different universe (think of the multiverse, if you're in a different version you won't be exactly the way because of different events happening and molding you)

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covid-safer-hotties · 1 month

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Noah Lyles' collapse underscores our collective COVID denial - Published Aug 10, 2024

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We keep pretending that the pandemic is done and over, but it keeps knocking us off our feet

The 2024 Olympic Games are serving up some less-than-subtle metaphors for how poorly we handle public health. Just after winning a bronze medal in the much-anticipated men's 200-meter race, U.S. sprinter Noah Lyles collapsed on the track in exhaustion — not just because he’d completed a brutal run in just 19.7 seconds, finishing third, but also because he was sick with COVID-19, a diagnosis that he’d concealed from others. He had been favored to take home gold, as he did in the 100-meter race a few days earlier.

But seeing an American Olympic star sprawled out and gasping on the track, and then taken away in a wheelchair, was more than a shocking image. It also represented the general “mission accomplished” attitude toward SARS-CoV-2: We think we’ve won against this virus and we haven’t.

COVID isn’t just spreading like wildfire through the Olympic Village in Paris — we are undergoing surges across the globe, with the World Health Organization tracking steep rises in infections in 84 countries. After more than four years fighting this thing, it is still knocking us out.

In some parts of the U.S., the amount of COVID is so high that experts are claiming this summer surge is on par with winter waves of the virus. But none of this should be unexpected at this point. This is no longer the “novel” coronavirus that once terrified people with its unpredictability. We know how it behaves, with surges in both summer and winter, and we know how to fight against it — yet our apparent strategy at the moment is to pretend it doesn’t exist at all, even when it swipes us off our feet.

It’s true that the pandemic is much different than it was in 2020. For one thing, in spite of this surge, deaths are relatively low, following trends since vaccines became available. In 2023, COVID dropped from the fourth leading cause of death in the U.S. to the 10th, according to recent provisional data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. That's not great, but it does indicate that widespread immunity (from vaccines, previous infections or both) is giving us some level of protection. Though let’s not forget that at least 1.2 million Americans have died to date from COVID. It’s nothing to sneeze at.

Deaths aren’t the only concerning metric, of course. Sometimes a COVID infection is asymptomatic, while at other times, the symptoms last for months or years or never fully go away. Patients call this long COVID and public health experts have described it as a mass disabling event. Lyles isn’t just lucky he won a bronze medal — he’ll be lucky if he doesn’t experience months of headaches, lung issues or extreme fatigue that never goes away.

Yet long COVID is rarely factored into discussions about this pandemic, even when kids get it. Instead, it’s treated as if infections are merely a mild cold at this point. Just shake it off, as Taylor Swift might say, while her summer tour dates become superspreading events.

Millions of patients can attest that COVID is anything but mild — and it's definitely not the flu. The SARS-CoV-2 virus can worm its way into nearly every part of our bodies, trashing our immune system and damaging our organs. We tend to think of the disease as a respiratory problem, given all the coughs and sniffles it produces, but it’s really more of a vascular disease, impacting any system that relies on blood vessels. That can include damage to the brain, which can manifest in symptoms like long-term cognitive impairment and Parkinson’s disease.

Yes, a virus that can literally cause brain damage is spreading at record levels and most people are acting like it’s just another wave. Just keep running.

But we’re not just paying the price with our bodies. The economy is also getting smacked by long COVID. A recent comprehensive review in the journal Nature Medicine found that the “cumulative global incidence of long COVID is around 400 million individuals, which is estimated to have an annual economic impact of approximately $1 trillion.” That's ignoring the long list of ways that long COVID wreaks havoc on the body, including, as the study notes, "viral persistence, immune dysregulation, mitochondrial dysfunction, complement dysregulation, endothelial inflammation and microbiome dysbiosis."

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1americanconservative · 3 months

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BREAKING NEWS: SAN FRANCISCO HAS REACHED TERMINAL VELOCITY IN ITS ECONOMIC COLLAPSE AS GOOGLE ABANDONS DOWNTOWN SAN FRANCISCO OFFICE BUILDING AFTER PROMISING TO STAY... Blackrock, one of the company's that controls America, is selling the building at a deep discount. Even they don't want that shit. In a stunning turn of events, tech giant Google has announced it will be abandoning its largest office building in San Francisco, as the city's once-booming tech scene continues to crumble under the weight of rampant crime, homelessness, and failed leadership. The 1.2 million square foot building, located at 550 Terry Francois Boulevard, was purchased by Google in 2018 for a whopping $1 billion. But now, just five years later, the search engine behemoth is packing its bags and heading for greener pastures, leaving the city to wallow in its own misery. And who can blame them? San Francisco has become a cesspool of crime and disorder, thanks in large part to the failed policies of Mayor London Breed and Governor Gavin Newsom. Under their watch, the city has descended into chaos, with violent crime rates skyrocketing and the homeless population growing out of control. It's no wonder that businesses are fleeing the city in droves. In fact, San Francisco's office vacancy rate has reached a staggering 20%, a level not seen since the dot-com bust of the early 2000s. And with the city's reputation in tatters, it's unlikely that things will improve anytime soon. But don't just take our word for it. Just look at the numbers. According to a recent report by the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce, 40% of the city's downtown businesses have closed permanently since the start of the pandemic. And a staggering 70% of those that remain say they are considering relocating to other cities. And it's not just businesses that are leaving. Residents are fleeing the city in record numbers, with San Francisco losing more than 17,000 residents in 2022 alone. That's the largest population decline in the city's history, and it's a trend that shows no signs of slowing down. So, where is Google headed? Las Vegas, of course. The company is reportedly eyeing a new office complex in the city's booming downtown area, where crime is low, the cost of living is affordable, and the business climate is thriving. But while Google may be leaving San Francisco behind, the city's problems are far from over. With a leadership vacuum at the top and a culture of denial and incompetence, it's only a matter of time before the city's decline becomes irreversible. And as for Blackrock, the company that sold the building to Google in 2018, they're now unloading it at a deep discount. The building, which was once valued at $1 billion, is now being sold for a mere $500 million. It's a stark reminder of just how far San Francisco has fallen, and how much work is needed to turn things around.

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got-into-worm-by-mistake · 3 months

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Gestation 1.2 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

My thoughts were on Emma on the bus ride home. For an outside observer, I think it’s easy to trivialize the importance of a ‘best friend’, but when you’re a kid, there’s nobody more important.

Yeah, that definitely feels like it hits/rings true for me.

Of course, what's weird about this phrasing here, are the 'when you're a kid' and 'for an outside observer' bits. Like, that's more self-aware than I think Taylor should be, and the latter part especially feels like something someone reflecting back on these events years later would say, rather than what someone in the moment would think?

But maybe that's just Taylor's voice.

A friendship that deep is intimate. Not in the rude way, but just in terms of a no-holds-barred sharing of every vulnerability and weakness.

"Not in the rude way"? I'm... I mean, contextually I think I guess this means like 'not in a sexually intimate' way, I guess, with the use of that phrasing, but that's got to be the weirdest way to put it I've seen, nor did it seem altogether necessary. I don't think anyone would have assumed it was meant that way. I certainly wouldn't have, but it's not like it ruins the work.

That notebook was – had been – my notes and journal for my hero career. The testing and training I’d done with my powers, pages of crossed out name ideas, even the measurements I was using for my costume in progress. After Emma, Madison and Sophia had stolen my last backpack and stuffed it in a wastebasket, I had realized how big a danger it was to have everything written down like that. I had copied everything over into a new notebook in a simple cipher and wrote it bottom to top. Now that notebook was spoiled, and I was looking at having to copy some two hundred pages of detailed writing into a new notebook if I wanted to preserve the information. If I could even remember what was on all of the ruined pages.

And so the history of the wormverse turns. Without this, without the kickstarting element, and having that kickstarting element destroy so many of her notes and ideas... she doesn't go out half-cocked like she does. Doesn't face Lung, doesn't meet the Undersiders... and so the wormverse turns.

Many worm fics, especially Altpower fics, do indeed start with the Locker, or even whatever the alternate trigger is, or somewhere similar, and that is understandable, but it also makes a great deal of sense for Wildbow to start here. Three months between the locker and Taylor actually doing anything would have been very dull to read, even if much of it was skipped over. And having Taylor immediately go a-heroing as soon as she was recovered (as much as one can be) from the Locker would have been indicating a very different sort of personality for Taylor. Taylor did got get the most immediately useful power - and she's already probably a pretty thoughtful person, based on what I indirectly know of her.

So it's another key establishing character element for her. I can certainly see why - if every character is established so well - so many of Worm's cast burrows themselves into various people's minds and won't let go. I can see why Worm would have grabbed readers once they started, with all these well-placed hints and details.

Okay, so it had been harder than that. Not just any spider worked, and the black widow spiders themselves were hard to find. They weren’t typically found in the northeastern states, where it was generally colder, but I was fortunate that that key element that made Brockton Bay a tourist destination and a hotspot for capes also made it a place where black widow spiders could live, if not thrive. Namely, it was warm. Thanks to the surrounding geography and the ocean bordering us on the east, Brockton Bay had some of the mildest winters you could find in the Northeastern States, and some of the most comfortably warm summers. Both the black widows and the people running around in skintight costumes were thankful for that.

Which came first? Brockton Bay being unusually warm for it's location and thus black widows? Or black widows and this Brockton Bay being unusually warm for it's location?

With my power, I had ensured the spiders could multiply. I’d kept them in safe locations and fattened them on prey I directed straight to them. I had flipped that mental switch that told them to breed and lay eggs as if it was summer, fed more prey to the hundreds of young that had resulted and had earned countless costume spinners for my trouble.

Honestly, this is a reason shard-granted powers are pure bullshit (affectionate), because sweet jesus, this level of control over the bugs, which should have minds humans can't understand? That should not be so simple, and yet.

Yeah, I needed a life.

Yet another cornerstone of a stable timeline. Taylor not having a fucking life.

It wasn’t a great looking costume, just yet. The fabric was a dirty yellow-gray. The armored sections had been made out of finely arranged and layered shells and exoskeletons I’d cannibalized from the local insect population and then reinforced with dragline silk. In the end, the armored parts had wound up dark mottled brown-gray. I was okay with that. When the entire thing was done, I planned to dye the fabric and paint the armor.

Knowing what Taylor will be experiencing shortly, it's kind of surprising she didn't realize how villainous her costume looked, but I do suppose I can understand a combination of a desperation to be a hero and being too close to it, and probably just... not wanting to think of it, etc, was a factor.

Also, and like - I've seen lots of very clear dates for various events, where do those come from? It's not in the text, is that something Wildbow provided later? did people run the numbers using the existing dates and just hope they weren't missing anything?

#Worm #Wormblr #Worm Web Serial #Worm Wildbow #Worm Parahumans #Kylia Reads Worm #Gestation 1.2.#Taylor Hebert

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dkniade · 3 months

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World Quest “Ancient Colours” Act I spoilers?

I was watching a playthrough of the Mamere quest “Ancient Colours” and of course there’s already something off about Mamere (and it’s so sad that she always collects paint alone)—

Warnings: slight horror stuff involving blood, mentions lightheadedness and hearing voices, dialogue on emotional manipulation

—but that just took a really dark turn the moment Jacob showed up.😭

I thought, huh, surely this is just a cute quest about Mamere and painting and Elynas. And for the first half of Act One it is fun for the most part.

The little sound effect that plays when Mamere is talking and gesturing is so cute…. Wiggle wiggle…

Lots of people have tried to buy her art but she doesn’t need Mora, huh. And Paimon tried to appreciate the artwork. This does feel like a sunnier and cuter version of the 2.3 Dragonspine scene with Albedo.

This is not a sunnier and cuter version of the 2.3 and the 1.2 Dragonspine events.

Still, Mamere talks about tall people but it’s really nice that the camera angles are from her eye level when she’s talking to Paimon. It feels nice to be lower to the ground.

The paint in the bottle is a warm and beautiful colour… It’s not blood is it

Paimon: No need to apologize! A priceless masterpiece like the one you’ll make should also need priceless paints, after all!

(If player has completed Shadows Amidst Snowstorms)

Traveler: I do recall us helping Albedo gather Starsilver back then…

There’s that speech pattern again of Mamere trying to understand Paimon’s intentions

Mamere: Also, there's no need to worry. I've always gone out to get paints on my own, so I'm used to it...

Paimon: Wait, so you don't have friends accompanying you most of the time?

Traveler: Ahem.

Paimon: Oh! Uh... What Paimon means is... Um, sorry...

Mamere: Huh? Why are you apologizing?

Mamere: Oh, I get it, Paimon! You feel bad for me because Seymour can't move and I might be lonely while collecting paint, right? You're so nice... Thank you.

It’s hard to describe. What is it about her that feels notable? Usually people would be sad or upset if someone points out that they don’t have friends to accompany them, but Mamere seems chill about it?

…Isn’t the stone mechanic kind of like how you need to get red stones to melt the special ice in Dragonspine

Mamere’s concept of making paint seem to be different from Paimon’s concept

Mamere: These ores contain a lot of impurities. If we were to make them into paint like this, the colours won’t be even—they’ll look dirty.

IMPURITIES….. Albedo… Starsilver… If Starsilver symbolize one’s worth in relation to Rhinedottir, then what do the red ores here symbolize?

Mamere: Hehe. At this time, we need to find purer ones, grind them down, and then mix the powders together.

?? Not going to discard the impurities like Albedo would? Would that really help the paint making process?

But, what is this.

Traveler gets dizzy multiple times from presumably toxic ores and starts hearing voices, Jakob breaks into Mamere’s home and emotionally manipulates her. How long has this been going on?

Mamere: That "you've never seen paintings like these before," that "you'd like to collect them"... That you could... understand them...

Mamere: You did all that... for things that have nothing to do with the paintings themselves, right?

Jakob: You misunderstand, Ms. Mamere.

Jakob: I have never intended to deceive you. Even now, I have nothing but admiration for your work.

Mamere: But you called them... "shambolic doodles"...

Jakob: And I apologize for my imprecise use of words. I was truly mesmerized by their unpredictable, chaotic nature, and I can appreciate the beauty in them, so incomprehensible to the rest of the world.

…

This guy… There’s a word for what he’s doing, aside from manipulation.

#dusk rambles #I’ve never felt such distaste towards human characters wow #ancient colours #Mamere #Genshin impact #Fontaine

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Femslash fic tournament: Round 1.2

A Fine Line Ship: Emma Swan/Regina Mills Fandom: Once Upon a Time Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/719105/chapters/1332707 Summary: Upon Regina's banishment, the small town of Storybrooke becomes protected once again by an enchantment that prevents anyone from leaving or entering Storybrooke. Emma and Regina find themselves on the edge of the town, wishing for a way to the other side.

I hope this holds up because I haven't reread it in years, but it was one of the first femslash fics I ever read, and I remember just having to sit there and think for a minute after I was finished reading it about how emotionally affecting it was.

Everything In Its Right Place Ship: Monika/Natsuki/Sayori/Yuri Fandom: Doki Doki Literature Club Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37064287 Summary: Monika has the perfect life. She's the president of a literature club where every girl is her girlfriend. Over the course of a year they've helped each other heal from their traumas and learned to love themselves for who they are. After a special weekend where the girls celebrated Natsuki's decision to move in with Yuri, it seemed like life was just getting better and better for everyone.

And it was. Until the day Monika woke up in a world where none of that was true. A world where everything revolves around a boy named only 'MC'. He's such a strange boy, with such mysterious eyes. Eyes that make you lose all sense of time... and place... and self.

(A story about queerness overcoming all odds)

Poly ship fic about what happens when some girls from a VN VR experience aimed at straight dudes fall in love with each other.

though i burn, how could i fall Ship: Shadowheart/Lae'zel Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50733301 Summary: "No matter how desperate I get," Shadowheart says through gritted teeth, "I'm not that desperate."

But her body is betraying her. It's responding to Lae'zel's suggestion, rising like a well-stoked fire, and Lae'zel lowers herself to the ground near Shadowheart's feet. Shadowheart's legs shift to accommodate her in an instinct so bone-deep that she can't stop it before Lae'zel is filling the space.

"Give in to your desires, istik. Submit to me. In my experience," Lae'zel says, crawling slowly up Shadowheart's willing body, "the hatred will only make it sweeter."

And then Shadowheart is being kissed so thoroughly that she forgets her own name.

Shadowheart doesn't know much about her past, or her future, or even who she is beyond what Shar asks of her. But she knows one thing. She hates Lae'zel. She hates her so much that the gith hardly leaves her mind, and there's nothing that could possibly change that.

A tale of misplaced hatred, building trust, and finding new purpose.

I had no idea how much character development could be conveyed through smut until I read this. It integrates the events of the game, and even some dialogue from the canon romance scenes, in a way that feels natural and believable. If you've played the game and can handle the kinks that are tagged, please give this fic a shot.

#once upon a time #emma swan #regina mills #doki doki literature club #doki doki monika #doki doki sayori #doki doki natsuki #doki doki yuri #baldurs gate 3 #shadowheart #laezel #femslash fic tournament

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8,372.

8,372, and you have a genocide. 1.2 million displaced, tens of thousands expelled, and then you have a genocide.

This was, of course, decided as such 10 years after the fact. If we are talking during the war, it took 3 years for them to decide enough was enough.

Thus, the Bosnian genocide.

11,078.

Inaccurate as of now. 11,078 isn't even the updated number, and yet this isn't any genocide. 1.5 million displaced — 75% of the population — for those who aren't aware.

That is just the land of "terrorists," of course. Everyone within must be harboring arms or using human shields or plotting those totally-going-to-happen terrorist attacks. 2 million terrorists. The IOF is as justified here as the British Army were back during the troubles, of course! Good old war hero David Cleary killing all those terrorists, just like his buds down in Israel wiping a people off the map.

But it is not contained just to this "land of terrorists," you pieces of shit. It extends to the West Bank — 190 murdered, homes razed and taken, a brand new Nakba for the ages — and through to the 93 killed Lebanese "terrorists" — including 29,000 displaced people, and the family of that war mongering journalist. Not just to there, either. Over to Syria, with 19 dead, and down to Egypt, with 6 wounded.

But this is no genocide, right? Forcing millions into more and more cramped spaces, 4 hours of explusion labeled as "peace," bombing thousands with that which will never stop burning, taking down the internet and killing any journalist who could relay any of this to the outside world.

400+ families, bloodlines, erased in a month. Thousands upon thousands of children, if the innocent adults weren't enough to tear your heart to shreds. People with dreams of being doctors, architects, scholars, and even youtubers, the singular thought to bring joy and help to those who surround them. The cold shreds of their hearts are trapped under the rubble of their destroyed homes, trapped alongside their pets, loved ones, childhood paintings, and every memory imaginable.

But that isn't a genocide.

People take the to the streets each day, staging bigger and bigger demonstrations. Brave souls shutting down their work to stop the unstopping march of death. The people trapped within yell at you to realize that HUMANS ARE FUCKING HUMANS.

You pretend as if you do not hear. That you do not fear. The beating heart of humanity stands outside your door, waiting for you to finally recognize it. You can't kill forever. You cannot support this hell forever. Even if you relish in this hell, you know that that beating heart will break down your door, and the losses will finally be too great, and you will relinquish defeat.

Maybe you'll label it a genocide. Get one of your cronies up on the podium accepting that award of bravery for finally speaking out on such a monstrous series of events. But by then it'll be done.

Or maybe, just maybe, that hope won't be for naught, and your death regime shall fall. The banners of destruction and destitution shall burn, and you will finally realize that hope is undying.

And then, Palestine shall be free. You cannot kill hope, and thus, you cannot kill Palestine.

Free, Free Palestine.

#from the river to the sea palestine will be free #palestine #gaza #free gaza #israel #hamas #i realize that this might just get lost in the void #but i don't care #i had to write this #if my heart werent in shreds i would write a poem #if my mind could think on anything but the deaths i would write a book #but my blood flows with anger #and so i write this #and hopefully it will have some effect

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From the first trailers to the 1.2 event (and 1.3, and 1.5), through all chapters, racism was always a huge part of reverse:1999 story

It is always there, even if you don't pay attention at first.

The Release Date Reveal Trailer starts with some human dude shooting himself, because he didn't want to be saved by arcanists. On the background plays magnificent Symbiosis, while one of the main villans speaks how they (probably arcanists) ''were deserted by the principles of this world" and "the absurdities will transform into a storm that will cleanse the world".

Arcana is an easy choice for a bad guy - she is manipulative, cruel, stupidly stong. Wherever the plot takes us, her minions are always near, causing trouble. And it seems like she is the source of the problem, right? After all, she wants the main hero dead.

Her appearance is screaming dangerous. Black dress, creepy arms, summoning a chopped body as a helper. She is the leader of Manus Vindictae, and she despises humans. Our arcenemy.

And Vertin is a Timekeeper from the St. Pavlov Foundation, an organization with a noble goal of "protecting peace of mankind". Ruled by humans with Constantine in charge.

So, she is Arcana's (btw, is it even a real name?) counterpart. She is human, she is protecting people, her organization consists of human and arcanists. A woman dressed all in white with a name of an angel. But... then we go through chapter 3.

St. Pavlov Foundation's main force are arcanists. So they are collecting children from the entire world to raise them, teach them and make soldiers of them. Most of them don't have a choice, and there are some things that are expected from arcanists. Following the guide. Being obidient.

Vertin is extremely important because she is not affected by the Storm. While there are places where humans can be safe, and places where only arcanists can be safe, she can step into the Storm unprotected. Others will be killed by it. So Constantine needs her to obey.

When Vertin was just a little girl, she wanted to see the outside world, to know the truth, to leave foundation. Constantine needed to have full control, to eliminate Vertin's desire to rebel, so she created a scheme resulting in death of several children who followed Vertin in an attempt to escape. She does not see Vertin or others as people, only as instruments in her plan.

And this leads us to Madam Z. A sympathetic human who was helping Vertin's friends achieve some form of autonomy. Constantine was surprised by her behavior. She didn't think of arcanists as her opponents, only of Madam Z.

St. Pavlov Foundation's is controlled by humans, using arcanists as a brute force. Would Constantine behave differently if those children were humans? Who knows.

And after that it's kind of everywhere.

In 1.2 Blonney's speech, in her relationship with a human guy from her crew, in Jessica's monologue about not wanting to be bullied. In Tooth Fairy story.

Arcanists are known to be more emotional. When they act irrational they are told this is their nature, and when they tend to behave calm and collected they are ''not like other girls''. And it hurts in both scenarios.

In 1.3 it is shown both ways. Kaalaa Baunaa and Kumar can't work after their identities as arcanists exposed. Old arcanists refuse to talk to humans and accept help from them. Kumar, a very weak arcanist, is abused by her family.

But here is where hope is born

And now to my favorite part in 1.5 event. The Uluru games, only for arcanists, are reopen for the first time in many years.

Still problems are the same.

Spathodea is a reincarnated priestess, who is willing to return The Uluru games. And Ezra is her human doctor.

They become friends, and face their differences. No one is bad guy here, the both are right and wrong at the same time.

But getting to know each other, to care for one another - it changes them.

Ezra is helped a lot, he always was on Spathodeas' side, of course he wants recognition. And human slender is upsetting him.

Spathodea is living in human world, abiding human rules. She is no fool, she sees the world full of injustice and she has agenda against humans. Arcanists body works differet from human's, so her sport life is difficult.

And there is it. These problems won't disappear unless they are working together. They need not only to understand each other, but also to change threir ways of thinking. Both of them need to grow.

The damage have been done to both of them. But in the end, if they could not let go of resentment of the past they wouldn't have been standing there.

And my most favourite part of this event - this is a story about Spathodea and Ezra. About compation and acceptance. Not about Manus Vindictae and their schemes. The story ends with them holding hands and starting a new era of games. Where everyone is accepted. A new set of rules is set in stone.

#reverse1999

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ive been enjoying giving sanctuary so much, but i cant help but wonder, will you go back to write more of "come live with me and be my love" once its done? i dont want to seem like im asking like "whens the new chapter!!!" bc i rly dont mean it that way i just really love the expansive queerness & am patiently hoping for more, if you're still willing

Yes yes yes! I fully intend to and indeed, after this arc of Giving Sanctuary is complete I'm pretty sure I'll be DYING to get back to a bit of low-stakes Regency romcom fun! CLWM and even This Rough Magic are in NO WAY abandoned. It's just that neither of those have even a final CHAPTER NUMBER yet whereas with Giving Sanctuary we are like... 1.2 arcs (6-8 chapters??) and maybe a couple standalone one-shots away from the completion of that story and I'm not gonna lie, that really lit a fire under me when I can see the finish line.

The good news is, in the course of writing Giving Sanctuary I really feel like I grew as an author especially when it comes to writing ARCS, like, mini-arcs, instead of one gigantic plot. That skill is going to be soooo valuable going back to Come Live With Me, which, people might have noticed, is still at like Day 3 out of 365 because I kept having new ideas for the next scene and the next that would come right after it, and obviously that's just not sustainable for 365 days! So I think being able to take that experience from making discrete, self-contained but nevertheless building arcs like Naxos and the Endless Family Dinner and say things like "This is the Big Event of Month 2, this is the Big Event of Month 3, and we're going to skip forward between those events" will be a HUGE help in getting some forward momentum there.

THOUGH, I don't regret how methodically CLWM has gone through this first week, since naturally, that's where all the NEW experiences are, like Dream working in the shop, or Hob being introduced to Dreaming sex lol, those are new experiences I wouldn't want to just skip over, but now that they're established, I can say things like "And then they worked in the shop for a week, had a ton of crazy Dreaming sex, and now here we are a month later when The Next Big Thing happened", for example, and you all won't feel cheated like "Wait, I would have wanted to see those things the first time!" lol (I mean, I'm sure people would but at a certain point, these two would reach something of a routine).

#arranged marriage au dreamling #maggie's writing progress #occultist hob fic #1689 fic

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Liberation (Part 3): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: "arrangements" are commonplace in your world, even though they're despised. and when you find yourself selected for one, will you be able to endure the cost? or will there be a breaking point? (for you, arranged marriage anon!)

wc: 1.2

tw: smut

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You're at the breakfast table bright and early the next morning, chewing on a piece of toast as the four other girls come down the stairs, rubbing their eyes and talking in mumbles and whispers.

"What was yours like?"

A pang of guilt runs through you as you imagine them, forced onto their backs or stomachs, taking no pleasure in copulating with a man they've never met.

"He was quiet. Left after a few hours." You adjust your seat so the other girls can slide past you and into the kitchen where breakfast - toast, eggs, pancakes, fruit, and jam - awaits them.

"Nothing special about him," Ann mentions, tapping your shoulder in greeting. "What about you, y/n?"

"Same," you lie with a mouth full of toast and butter. "Came in, did what he wanted, and left." Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, you reason. Keizo did come in and do what he wanted, then left. But he had given you a choice, which seemed to be missing from every other girl's story. As you focus on eating and not talking, the girls murmur their experiences between sips of tea and bites of food, each looking tired and worn down by the previous night's events. It's only after breakfast and during a short walk that anyone notices your lack of fatigue.

"I think y/n's evening went very well," Ann giggles, poking your arm. "You don't even look tired."

"You don't," Kim affirms, raising her brows. "You were up earlier than the rest of us, too."

"I got a lot of rest," you answer, shrugging. "Nothing special happened."

"Sure," the redhead chides, and you roll your eyes to hide your fear. What would they do to you if they found out your selector had given you a choice? Would they be upset? Understanding? Or would they demand to know what you did to be treated so... differently?

You don't know why. You don't want to know why, either.

"Did you fall asleep on me?"

Keizo's whisper jolts you awake, and you gasp, opening your eyes to darkness. "Hey, I'm here," he answers, pressing his hands to your shoulders. "It's just me."

Your first instinct is to take the blindfold off, but your hands hover over the item before dropping back into your lap.

"Sorry," you breathe, but Keizo just chuckles and pats your hands.

"It's okay," he answers, smoothing his fingers over your cheek. "I arrived late. That's my bad." You exhale in relief and then move your fingers under his massive hand. He removes his hand quickly, beginning to stutter as soon as you open your mouth to talk. "I-I was thinking we would do the same thing as before if you're willing."

"Is that what you want to do?" you reply but hear only silence as an answer.

"This isn't really about me," Keizo murmurs. "My job is just to get you..." He hesitates. "I'm only here to ensure you get pregnant."

"What about after?" you ask, knowing his answer but wanting to hear him articulate it.

"After... we can decide if you want to go through with the marriage."

"It's not a choice," you assert, frowning. "None of this is a--" A finger slides over your lips, pressing against them tenderly before pulling away.

"I am giving you a choice," Keizo says. "It's not my job to say what you will or won't do." You both sit in silence again, his words sinking into your brain. When they finally register, you whisper,

"So I can choose anything I want to."

"Correct."

"Can I choose to never see you again?"

"You haven't seen me yet," he chuckles. "But you could choose that, and I would not return."

"What would happen to me?"

"I..." He pauses. "I do not know. They might keep you here and reassign you. But that is not something I can inform you about."

"Of course," you reply. A thought comes to your mind quickly, but before you can tame it, it flies out of your mouth. "Can I choose to touch your face?"

"Yes," Keizo breathes. "And I would oblige." You raise your hands, and the bed creaks as he leans forward, resting his jaw neatly in your hands. You feel the prickle of a beard and follow the path of it up to his hair, which is cropped short.

You smooth your hands down his forehead and to his eyes - no eyebrows - and then to his round nose and full lips. Your thumbs smooth across his lips, and he presses them together, kissing the pads of your fingers tenderly.

"Is my face to your liking?" he wonders, his breath hitching a little as you stroke your thumbs over his cheeks.

"It is acceptable," you tease. Keizo laughs with you in a deep rumble you can feel through the bed. "What color are your eyes?"

"Blue," he responds. "And yours are..."

"You know my eye color," you retort, eliciting another laugh from the man. "How tall are you?"

"I didn't know we'd be playing twenty questions, or I'd be more prepared." You groan, and Keizo relents. "Very tall, my lovely lady. I am very tall."

"Do you have to duck to get in the doorway?"

"Not quite." You feel the smirk playing on his lips. "But imagine a giant walking through your door and demanding to have his way with you. Would you say yes?"

"Only if he's a gentle giant," you reply easily. "Sort of like you."

"Fe fi fo fum," Keizo mutters, making you laugh heartily. There's a stunned silence you can feel, but before you can ask what's the matter, Keizo answers. "Your laugh. It's very beautiful."

"T-thank you," you offer, sobering up. "That's very sweet of you to say." Before you can say another word, you feel the ghost of his lips hovering near yours.

"I'd do anything to hear it again," Keizo murmurs, and you instinctively close the space between you, testing out your first kiss with care. Keizo's hands grip your arms, which grab his own. You almost don't realize how large he is until he pulls back, out of breath. There hadn't been any tongue, but it was a kiss nonetheless.

"Do you want to..." The question hovers between you again, but you shake your head, fear returning to the pit of your stomach as you remember the stories over breakfast. "That's okay."

So you spread your legs again, offering your body to Keizo's seed in the most artificial way possible. "Don't clench," he whispers, sliding the plastic into you once more. You obey silently, chest rising and falling gradually as he pushes his seed into you with the plunger, then pulls it out.

"Done." Keizo tosses the item into the trash with a dull thunk and stands, clearing his throat. He pulls your underwear back up around your hips and pulls your sheets over you before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Good night, y/n," he states, and you listen to him walk toward the door. "I'll see you in two days."

"Good night, Keizo," you reply, somewhat out of breath. "I'll see you soon."

"Oh." The door squeaks open again. "And your cycle starts next week, right?"

"It should," you reply.

"I'll get you something for those days I won't be here then. I'll make sure Mrs. Mako gets them to you."

And with that, the door closes, and you're left in the dark with a blindfold on, semen between your legs, and the sudden recollection of the ice-blue eyes in your dreams.

A/N: Please let me know if you want more of this! Hope you all enjoyed this! Feel free to also critique or respond 🥰

#arashi keizou #keizo arashi #benkei tokyo revengers #arashi keizo x reader #keizo arashi smut #keizo arashi x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyorev smut

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Psi News 07-27-2021: “'Annie Christian' by Prince adapted for Contemporary and Historical Events”

(ver. 3: 07-29-2021)

Psi News 07-27-2021: “'Annie Christian' by Prince adapted for Contemporary and Historical Events”

Prologue:

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-22-2021 at 10:45 AM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

“Annie Christian wanted to be number one, But her kingdom never comes, thy will be done“ - Lyric Excerpt of ‘Annie Christian by Prince

(Music): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcqb9EvqXS8

(Lyrics): https://g.co/kgs/8vdQgW

“Prince was a Canine Shape Shifter, Stop. The lyric; ‘Taxicabs’ refers to Shape Shifter people as ‘taxicabs, Stop. Record sales after his ‘witness protection’ death ......, Stop”

“Nielsen Music reported that sales of his material spiked 42,000 percent.[245] The artist's catalog sold 4.41 million albums and songs from April 21 to 28, with five albums simultaneously in the top ten of the Billboard 200, a first in the chart's history” - Wikipedia Excerpt

Further Details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_(musician)#Remembrances

Backstory (Chapter 2): https://thecorporealproject.blogspot.com/2023/01/psi-news-01-21-2023-mechanics-for.html

“Media Rights captured in probate disputes .... figurative ‘Otto Bremer Trust’ ....., Stop. Foundation guardianships for Canine Shape Shifters forced from America, Stop”

“The three trustees subsequently became co-CEOs, creating a title that allowed for their uncharacteristically large salaries; according to the National Committee for Responsive Philanthropy, "In 2013 alone, the trustees received more than $1.2 million from the foundation, compared to the $24,000 median trustee compensation among the country's largest foundations."[21] Furthermore, the trustees' total salaries grew rapidly over the course of a decade, increasing from $124,500 in 2004[22] to over $1.2 million in 2013 alone, a 1000 percent increase” - Wikipedia Excerpt

Further Details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Bremer_Trust#Criticism

“Child is celebrity abuse, Stop. Prince is noted to have been a victim of pedophilia, and a pedophilia victimizer, Stop. FBI Shape Shifter agents with federal warrants Shape Shifting into younger ages for FBI sting operations, Stop”

“One study reported high levels of anger, fear and social rejection towards pedophiles who have not committed a crime.[133] The authors suggested such attitudes could negatively impact child sexual abuse prevention by reducing pedophiles' mental stability and discouraging them from seeking help” - Wikipedia Excerpt with that both artist Prince and Michael Jackson were ‘Societally gamed’ into pornographic deviance with children to stop ‘Form Factor’ terroristic acts by FBI surveillance agents’

Further Details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pedophilia#Society_and_culture

Backstory (Chapter 6): https://thecorporealproject.blogspot.com/2023/01/psi-news-01-14-2023-university-human_17.html

--- Chapter 1: Adapted ‘Gun Control’ for ‘The Figurative BART Station Oscar Grant incident’

“She killed John Lennon, shot him down cold ..... She tried to kill Reagan, everybody say gun control” - Lyric Excerpt of ‘Annie Christian by Prince

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-22-2021 at 07:30 PM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

Content: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--rWxWm8YtY

"Guns being Shape Shifter control in Northern California, Stop. Sacramento was a 'Guns Up' society .... Guns and Gangsters .... Police Shootings of the era in Oakland were Sacramento Transitory Shootings of pornography of notable people in hotels .... The beginnings of planted stories for the FBI Race War .... The BART Police are the Sacramento Police Department ....... Community Shape Shifters in civilian oversight committee, Stop”

“Director Ward Allen established BART's first Police Department Review Committee and worked with Assemblyman Sandre Swanson to pass AB 1586 in the California State Legislature, which enforced civilian oversight of the BART Police Department” - Wikipedia Excerpt

Further Details: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shooting_of_Oscar_Grant...

"The F.B.I. Sacramento Field Office had begun using hidden frame video within uploaded pornography stories, Stop”

Transitory Pornography videos planted within neighboring counties News

using figurative news stories whistleblowing on Sacramento law enforcement.

Each pornographic video had Transitory Video of the criminality of other F.B.I. Field Office Agents throughout the nation as method to .....deter the national Falls Church FBI from prosecuting Marijuana and Crystal Meth drug distributors to increase the ‘local’ California GDP revenue

--- Chapter 2: The Atlanta Child Murders

“So she moved to Atlanta and she bought a blue car ..... She killed black children, and what's fair is fair” - Lyric Excerpt of ‘Annie Christian by Prince’

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-27-2021 at 02:00 PM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

Content: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OqI6aKM6Vt4

“Hidden Shape Shifter murders in the lyrics of Prince ..... A Shape Shifter in the Nelson family cleaned up the Atlanta Child Murders ...... A ‘K9 Unit’ Shape Shifter ...... ‘Wayne Williams’ is a ‘Prince Nelson’ relative Shape Shifter by marriage”

“Williams has maintained his innocence from the beginning and claimed that Atlanta officials covered up evidence of KKK involvement in the killings to avoid a race war in the city. His lawyers have said the conviction was a "profound miscarriage of justice" that has kept an innocent man incarcerated for the majority of his adult life and allowed the real killers to go free” - Wikipedia Excerpt confirming ‘Prince Nelson’s family relation was a Shape Shifter operative working for the darkened Atlanta PD on details of the Ku-Klux Klan crime spree, attempting to locate evidence and catalogue

Further Details:

(1)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_Williams...

(2)https://en.wikipedia.org/.../Atlanta_murders_of_1979%E2...

(3)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_Williams

--- Chapter 3: ABSCAM as the recent F.B.I. Sting Operations for the Justice Department

“Liar, Liar, Liar! got ya in a jam ....... Put your head on the block, somebody say ABSCAM” - Lyric Excerpt of ‘Annie Christian by Prince’

Content: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCOsb626hwc

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-22-2021 at 02:10 PM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

“The FBI was aided by the Justice Department and a convicted con-man in videotaping politicians accepting bribes from a fictitious Arabian company in return for various political favors” - Wikipedia Excerpt decoded ‘The Sting-Man (con-man) being London Wealth Fund Investment scenes luring Government Department heads into embezzling Billions in the Misappropriations of Government funds prior to fleeing the U.S. government Anarchy situation of 2019’

Further Details:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abscam

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-22-2021 at 10:30 PM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

Content: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISTPRoBW2sc

“The evolution of the Dark Economy Open Air Drug Preserves of Dallas.....CIA taxed Foreign Aid Countries by requiring a 10% gratuity for foreign aid investments to be approved, hidden inside the Savings and Loan Disaster .... Military Aid for Military Aircraft contracts in the Dallas area; Northrup Grunman .... Sold aircraft while demobilized ........ Two different eras of Government Misappropriations”

“Government-sponsored foreign aid began in systematic fashion after World War II. There were numerous programs, of which the largest were the Marshall Plan of 1948 and the Mutual Security Act of 1951–61. Aid levels increased after the 9/11 attacks.[4] In fiscal year 2016, more than 200 countries received aid. That year, the top five countries were Iraq, Afghanistan, Israel, Egypt, and Jordan, each receiving more than $1 billion. The majority of aid to these particular countries is military aid” - Wikipedia Excerpt ‘CIA was providing Foreign Aid to warring countries, enriching themselves with the ‘10% Gratuity’ as a Global Disruption Strategy’

Further Reading: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_foreign_aid

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-23-2021 at 06:45 AM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

“Transitory videos of FBI Stings ........ Counterfeit insertion in the Dallas Federal Reserve Bank ..... Creating the Savings and Loan Crisis ...... creating an additional Federal Reserve Bank and routing for Wire Transfers from the Alternate Universe ..... Darkened Monies of State Agencies and other Subversive Cartel and Subverted Government Departments ...... Foreign Aid Taxation of Foreign ambassadors by CIA Operatives working with FBI Sting operations .........”

Research by Psi Amplified Non-Corporeal Video on 07-22-2021 at 10:30 PM CST at Meta Platforms/Facebook/Oculus - Reed Family Account

“Fraud and insider transaction abuses from employees. A new type and generation of opportunistic savings and loan executives and owners – some of whom operated in a fraudulent manner – whose takeover of many institutions was facilitated by a change in FSLIC rules reducing the minimum number of stockholders of an insured association from 400 to one” - Wikipedia Excerpt confirming Covert CIA operatives inside the Savings and Loan created a Dark economy in the 1980’s and 2020′s