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[keigo-chan]

I Don’t Know Where To Put My Hands

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Keigo comes home, just for a bit, in the middle of spying on the League of Villains. He needs you, he needs this. And you love him. What else is there to say?

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings/Tags: Pro Hero!Reader, No Gendered Pronouns for Reader, Reader Has a Vagina, Extremely Dubious Consent, Unhealthy but Loving Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Emotional Masochism, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injury from Sex, Fluff but Evil

FULL TAGS/NOTES ON AO3

Communication from Keigo had all but disappeared after the battle in Kamino. He didn’t even text anymore. He certainly didn’t call. He didn’t even send mail, or notes, or anything. Civilians spotted him, even around the very city they lived in, as the tags you had alerts on for notified you, but he didn’t make any effort to contact you.

You tried to be calm about this. He was still alive. That’s what mattered. If he wasn’t trying to talk to you, it was because he couldn’t.

But that was a scary thought, too.

You thought about asking the Commission for a short leave. It was the Holiday season, so many other heroes were beginning to stagger out their own leaves. But that only made you more hesitant to do so in turn. Your agency- Hawks’s agency- was always close to reaching ‘understaffed’ numbers. You wanted to be there to help fill in the gaps. Especially with the biggest gap right at the helm of the agency. What was important these days, as the voice in your mind that sounded a lot like Keigo reminded you, was how the public saw the heroes. The best thing they could do was bring hope- so you kept busy making public appearances, trying to just keep up with him.

When you finally got home at the end of that week, the end of your set of patrols, you were exhausted. You were distracted by your phone when you unlocked your door and went in. You tripped over the threshold of it, barely catching yourself with your wings. You looked back at your stoop for what had made you fall, and saw a red book waiting for you.

Attached was a note. “From: K”.

Your heart dropped. You lunged for the book at once, picking it up and flipping through it. Just like you suspected, there were many highlighted portions.

You and Keigo had been working side-by-side for years, and though actual partners for longer, you knew a couple of the more intimate details of what the Commission dragged Keigo through. You’d known for a long time that skills associated with espionage would be necessary. The two of you had made up your own.

You flipped through the book, barely registering what it was even about, as you hurried to shut the door and locked all the locks behind you. You fluttered about quickly, drawing the curtains and blinds while opening the book with one arm. There was nothing else written not in code. You settled in on the couch and began to decipher.

You used a cipher, always based off of a word or phrase or date only you would know. The cipher that worked would correlate to the level of danger they were in or amount of secrecy they needed. You worked your way up three levels, to the day of your anniversary.

‘Being watched by LOV.’ Reading that alone had made the ever growing anxiety worse. Is that what he was doing? Something involving the League of Villains? ‘No big danger now. Keep ear to ground. Lay low. Attack in four months. Hope to come home for New Years. Miss you. Love you. Be safe. Keigo.’

You sighed out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting the book and resting your forehead against it. He’d held this book, had written in it with care. You wished he had left anything else, though the messy handwriting on his note was nice. 

All of the feathers you’d had from him had faded, gone a very dark, dull red- a sign that they had died. Keigo no longer had control over them, and could no longer hear or feel through them.

If they were going to attack in four months, did that mean that he would be away until then?

You tried to clear the thought from your head. He was on a mission. Clearly one that even he took seriously. For now, you needed to take over as the cool-headed hero that everyone wanted. For now, you needed to take care of the Agency. Keigo’s image as a hero didn’t need to suffer, even if he was away.

You could do this. You would wait for the next couple of weeks, until you might be able to see him again. Keigo wouldn’t have mentioned it if he wasn’t decently sure that he’d be able to come back.

He’d be alright on his own. He’d be alright on his own. You set the kettle on to boil and made his favorite tea. It gave you an idea.

Over the next couple of weeks, you left things out for him. Boxes outside with small notes, assurances left in code. Sweaters and smooth pebbles and old trinkets they’d collected over the years, so that wherever he laid his head to rest, it would feel a little more like home.

He took them. Sometimes it was overnight, sometimes days or a week went by without them being taken. But he always did, and he always left something in return. A shiny, pink shell. One of his feathers. One of the silver rings he always wore, too big to fit anywhere but your thumb. You took to wearing it around at once, rubbing it when you were nervous or overwhelmed, thinking of him, thinking of his hands.

 New Years came limping around the corner. You sent everyone in the agency home with warm smiles and their much-desired bonuses. You went back to your own home alone, shuddering under your coat. The Christmas tree had already been put away- because it had never gone up. You and Keigo always took it out together, decorated it together.

You hadn’t spent a Christmas without Keigo before since you’d met him. Even before you were dating, when the two of you found out you had no one else to spend it with, the agreement to visit each other came almost immediately. That very first time, you’d waited to put up the tree until that very day, and you hadn’t managed to finish decorating until he’d gotten there. You were ashamed- but he was just excited. He asked you, stars in his eyes, if he could help. He confessed, words rushed and still half-flying, that he’d never gotten to before. You didn’t ask and he didn’t offer. You handed him a box of mismatched ornaments gladly. 

That night, you’d sat around the tree, the sight of threadbare branches and two gifts perhaps looking pitiful to anyone else, but there were lights. Keigo had gone and gotten lights mid-way through, saying he’d been struck by inspiration, and he hadn’t come back for quite a bit since most of the stores were closed, but they were beautiful. You’d turned the rest of the lights in the house off and just basked in the warm glow of them. They reminded you of Keigo’s eyes, a bit. That was the first time you’d rested your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his wing around you.

You couldn’t help but be upset that he hadn’t even mentioned Christmas, much less apologized for missing it, even if it felt a little childish. You felt homesick more often than not. All you wanted to do these days was lie in bed, lounging around in his baggy clothes, twirling dead feathers between your fingers.

You left him a gift before Christmas. When you saw that he still hadn’t picked it up the next day, all you could do was sigh. By the time New Years came around, the gift remained by your doorstep. You began leaving less and less, just to stop crossing that threshold.

You baked cookies that night. You lit candles and dimmed the lights and listened out for sparkles and fireworks all over. You’d started hating fireworks when you started dating Keigo. He’d made a joke once about having to fly through them and it made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it. He was as flammable as a bundle of dry straw. The heater was on, but you still wore one of his old, tacky Christmas sweaters around. You popped open a bottle of Champagne and poured yourself a glass.

You had a bad feeling, but you pretended like you didn’t. You glanced at the clock. Keigo wouldn’t have given you false hope- no matter how optimistic he was. But eventually, the clock struck eleven, and you were two glasses of champagne and batches of cookies in, and there was no sign of him. 

You groaned when you finally heard the clock mark the hour, resting your forehead on the cold of the kitchen table. 

Why were you so miserable without him? You obviously could never know, but you were willing to bet money on the idea that Keigo was not nearly as shaken up about it when he was away. In fact, the more dangerous a task he was about to embark on, the happier he seemed to send you away. A familiar coil of bitterness rose up in you. After all this time, he didn’t trust you. He didn’t think you could hold your own, not next to him.

But maybe he’s right, You mused, munching miserably on your cookie. After all, he goes away and I spend all my time sick and moping and thinking about him. God, I really am useless.

Maybe you should get a cat. Keigo was never their biggest fan, and they didn’t do well around his wings, but you really wanted one for times like these. And if he was going to spend this much time away from now on, what did it matter?

You were idly scrubbing a dish when the clock went off at midnight. Screams erupted from every direction around you, the sound of illegal fireworks, the cheers of loved ones celebrating with one another.

Honestly, you thought you’d be more sad, and angry, and disappointed. But you weren’t. The hour passed and it was the next year and Keigo wasn’t there to celebrate- like he always was- even though he said he’d try to make it and it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as Christmas. There was no one to call, no one to text. You finished washing the dish and downed the last of your glass, before pouring yourself another.

You settled onto the couch. You weren’t ready for bed yet, not with the sounds outside. You scrolled through a million shows and movies before settling on one you’d seen a million times, like white noise. It was past one am, and you had finished up your millionth game of Sudoku when you heard someone at the door.

Fear rang through you, at first. You were alone, you were tipsy, and your hero brain whispered that nobody would hear your screams with the din of New Years around you. You jumped to your feet the best you could, setting aside your glass and phone at once, preparing to defend yourself when you heard keys turn the lock.

It was Keigo. Of course, of course, it was just Keigo.

All of the resentment, all of the bitterness, all of the anger you told yourself you’d take out on him softened at once when you caught sight of him. Not only because he looked more tired than you’d seen him in a long time- with uncharacteristic bags under his weary eyes, slumped shoulders, and wings noticeably smaller than usual- but just because…

Because it was Keigo. Because, miraculously, he looked like he needed you more than you needed him. 

“You’re awake.” He sounded surprised. He didn’t look it. Maybe he was too tired to even look surprised. He locked the door behind him, but didn’t move from across the room.

”I was-” You words caught around the lie. “I was waiting for you.” But he beamed, and you were glad you hadn’t told him the truth. Oh, Keigo. Always the optimist.

“I’m home now.”

“Yeah,” you walked to him, pace increasing with every step, until you were flinging yourself into his arms. Keigo, for his part, was more than ready. He caught you easily, and no more conversation was needed. When you kissed him, his face and nose and mouth were all cold, and he held you like a dying ember. The way you fell into each other reminded you of the moment you’d managed to catch him after the battle in Kamino, behind the alley, a moment you had been unable to stop yourself from replaying and replaying and replaying.

There was no thinking to be done while you were kissing, your mouths opened immediately for each other’s. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, indulging both of you in the kiss. He turned the two of you, pressing you flat against the wall. His kisses fell against your chin and neck, and then all at once-

“Keigo!” You gasped, which was the only thing saving it from being a scream as Keigo sucked at the skin on your neck hard. You squirmed, thrashed really, in his arms, trying to push him away, but it was fruitless. “What are you- Keigo, oh my God-” Your voice was just a whimper by the end as he barely even reacted to you. “W- wait, you can’t-”

The Commission had strict rules involving appearance. Some were obvious: no alterations may be made to the uniform without going through one of their designers, heroes must appear at the scene relatively kempt (unless coming from another battle), tears or rips must be mended by next appearance. But there were other, unwritten rules, pertaining to the professionalism of the costume. No hero could be caught drinking or smoking in their uniform. No hero should be seen doing non-heroic activities in their uniform. And, of course, famously, hickeys were not allowed to be showing while they were in uniform.

Everyone claimed to have a friend of a friend who had gotten in trouble for it, to the point that it was just something heroes knew to avoid while participating in… more illicit activities. But it had happened closer than that to the two of you. In fact, Keigo had once gotten in massive trouble when the Commission caught him with a hickey that you had given him. It was (mostly) an accident, and they hadn’t suspected where it actually came from, but he was put on night patrol with no breaks for the next couple of weeks.

You were extremely apologetic, but not enough to accompany him out all of those times.

Ever since then, you were both careful about it. After all, they really didn’t need the scrutiny that the Commission was trying to protect them from in a roundabout way. Not only would Hawks’s fangirls go ballistic if they thought he was actually seeing someone, but it would invite people to speculate on who. And nothing good would come of that. 

This was to say, it wouldn’t be good if either of you showed up to your job with a lovebite visible on your necks, and concealer could only last for so long in a job like yours. The two of you whined and bitched about it, but for the most part, you reserved your marking for things below the collar, even if the ‘claiming’ of it all was half the fun.

Until tonight, apparently. Keigo was still sucking and biting at your neck like a man starved. “Sorry- sorry,” It sounded genuine, he sounded almost hurt him, but he didn’t stop. “Need- Need something permanent- need it to last-”

And it did hurt. You weren’t prepared for the sharp heat of it- but it was good. It was so good, Keigo’s lips wrapped around such a sensitive part of you, making you feel a mind-numbing pain derived intimately from his own mouth, his face buried into your neck, while he was holding you close together. And he was marking you. He was marking you and everyone would know you belonged to someone and entirely irrationally, for a split second, you hoped they would know it was Keigo.

He growled and pressed open-mouthed, sloppy kisses to your neck, before licking a stripe up your throat and swirling his tongue over what must have been the forming bruise. your head was going fuzzy from the abuse of your neck. You barely recognized the usual care he treated you with, even in their most morally bankrupt moments of fornication. Instead, he bit down on another part of your neck and started the process again.

You threw your head back and gave in, moaning and bucking your hips against him. This only seemed to egg him on, as his kisses grew more frantic and messy, and a heavy sort of note joined his panting, like he was moaning with every breath. 

Your neck was starting to feel wet at this point, but you didn’t care. You could feel every move he made down to your pussy, and it was leaving no room for anything to go to your brain.

Several marks later, Keigo finally seemed to remember that there were possibly other ways that he could have you- though he didn’t give you any warning of this thought at all before he pulled you away from the wall and fell to his knees. This would have been alright, hot even, if you weren’t still attached to him. You yelped as they dropped, performing a clumsy combination of your arms flailing and still clinging to Keigo as he went down. 

But you didn’t collide with the floor, you were simply on his lap now, nails digging into his clothes and back. He took the second of your confusion to tear off his work jacket and reveal the compression shirt underneath. You dearly loved the eyeful of his lithe muscles you got through the tight fabric. You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders appreciatively.

”You know, you could have given me a heads up,” You meant to scold him, but it came out more as a sort of pout. But Keigo didn’t laugh like he usually would have, didn’t even smile. He sort of frowned distantly as you spoke, staring only at your lips. “Keigo?” You brushed a lock of flaxen hair behind his ear. “Are you oka-”

”No,” He shook his head, his voice thick with something you couldn’t name. He took an unsteady breath and shook his head, looking somewhere just past you. “N- no, I’m-” The glint in his eyes wasn’t right. You were contemplating it when he sprang back into action. He lunged, pinning you under him on the floor, but his arms had broken the worst of your fall. Still, you cried out in surprise, Your world suddenly in an entirely different orientation. Keigo licked and nibbled at your ear as he pulled off your- his- sweater roughly, the friction of it burning for a second. He tossed it aside carelessly before returning to his position right on top of you. His hands squeezed and groped at your chest painfully- and not in a good way.

Your head spun. What was going on? This was nothing like Keigo. Even when he was rough, it was usually only because you had asked for it, or confirmed it was what you wanted at least once. Every once in a while, you even had to egg him on. But this- this felt careless and crude, bouncing between the two extremes of him being too intense and not there with you at all. 

“Ow,” You hissed, but it was really more of a whisper. You were almost afraid to snap him out of the trance, even as he bruised you in places you weren’t accustomed to. “Ow-”

”Please,” He whined. His mouth was against your chest, he had begun to work his way down. He sounded… truly pitiful. “Please, I- I need- I can’t-” He sat back up and away from you, running a hand through his hair, only for half of the strands to fall back into place right after. You finally got a good look at him, closer now than across the room. He was frantic, searching. His eyes darted around your face wildly, but he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. “Please.” He slumped down again on top of you like his strings had been cut, all at once, landing hard onto you.

“Are you on something?” You wondered aloud. “It’s- it’s fine if you are, but you should tell me, Kei-chan-”

”No, no.” He shook his head frantically. “No, I swear, I just-” He tugged at your pants. His eyes grew pleading, beseeching. “Please-”

This wasn’t how you pictured their reunion. But he was looking at you with those desperate eyes, and you could only ever be the personyou were. 

Keigo was hurting. You could help him. As always, you could do your service by helping him, by being at his side.

You didn’t speak. You just nodded. Keigo breathed out what could only be a sigh of relief and tore your pants off. You were wet, your moments of hesitation unable to strip that awaym  especially not when Keigo spread your legs and dipped his fingers into the place that you had wanted him for weeks. Thankfully, he didn’t finger you. You shuddered a bit to think of what his thick, rough fingers would have felt like inside you in this state. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your knee and then tapped you gently on the ass. ”Flip over.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.you turned and assumed your position, ass in the air and face against your arms on the floor. There was a second where it was just ou, in the dark, your face warm with your breaths and the sound filling your ears. Maybe- maybe it would be easier this way, unable to see his face.

There was no preamble before Keigo slammed in.

”Oh my GOD!” You shrieked, nails digging into the hardwood floor in front of you and leaving gouge marks in their wake. “Oh my fucking God,” He took you with a speed and strength that truly belonged on a battle field. Every other stroke or so hit your cervix, entirely bottomed you out with that thick cock of his, a Russian roulette of pain that entirely cleared your mind. 

”Fuck,” He cursed. He gripped your hips brutally, but you didn’t even feel it over the flood of sensation below it. He pulled you back and forth against him like you were an to for him to use, something small and thoughtless he could move as he pleased. “Fuck, yes,” He hissed through his teeth sharply. “Holy fuck, you take it so good, look at you- taking my cock so fucking good.” He babbled.

”Please,” You choked out, eyes rolling back so faryou couldn’t see anything other than stars. “P- please,” A broken gasp wracked through your chest like a sob. In fact, you rather thought you were sobbing. Your fingers and hands jumped and convulsed, just trying to hold on, to regain any sort of footing as he fucked you into the floor. you didn’t even know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For more? For him to hold you, just hold you, so you could sit in the silence and look at the Christmas tree?

Your safeword danced on the tip of your tongue. You wished you could say that you hadn’t used it to be a good girlfriend, that you’d suffered through it all silently because it was clear he needed you, that you were kind and benevolent- but the truth was that you simply couldn’t even string enough of a thought together to control your tongue enough to say it.

”Please-” He panted, pleaded, “Baby, say my name-” His voice broke around the syllables. “I- I need to- pl- please, saymyname-”

“Kei- ei- go- oh-” Each sound was broken up by the bounce of you against his cock. You couldn’t speak properly even if you wanted to. You slurred his name, your tongue too heavy in your mouth, too confusing to move properly. “Kei- go!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” He whined, bending over your body. His chest pressed against your back. He was all over you, inside you, above you, all-encompassing. Each thrust sent your body back and forth against the floor, scraping against the skin of your face and arms. Your knees ached from holding yourself up on the hard surface. Your legs trembled, weak with the strength it took to even stay up. “So tight, so fucking tight-”

”Keigo- w- wait, please-“ You gasped out, but the words were unintelligible to even your ears, too breathy and muffled and confused, too pierced through with your moans. Instead, all Keigo heard was ‘please’. The next couple of thrusts were even harder.

Your mind and body couldn’t take it any longer, you tensed, trembled so much your limbs began to hurt, and came so hard you saw white. The scream you let out was guttural, and gave its way into sobs. Your whole body gave out, but unfortunately, Keigo’s grip didn’t relent, he hardly even noticed. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease-”. You keened pitifully. “Keigo-”

His grunts and noises had become animalistic. There were no more words or pleas from him. Instead, he moaned his own release, slamming into you with absolute abandon, finishing inside you by using his body’s weight to pin you all the way to the floor. You were squeezed between the two unrelenting surfaces, as Keigo came as deep as he could possibly go, gravity assisting him in his terrible mission.

Finally, finally, he was still.

He breathed heavily above you as you shook and trembled and just tried to do the monumental task of catching your breath or moving your limbs. Your hands shook so hard it looked like you had tremors when you tried to draw them back into yourself.

Every body part that you could think of ached in one way or another. You tested different parts of yourself, operating them like a puppet who had just gained control of their own body. It was a long while before Keigo let up, long enough that you had almost forgotten it was him on top of you. You lifted your own face from the floor. It was wet. You hadn’t even realized you were crying or drooling. Your hair stuck to your face with tears and sweat. you took a deep, shuddering breath.

Keigo pulled out. You felt his soft cock slip out of you and were astounded that the now-feeble part could have done what it just had. You remained on the floor, little will to move, no capacity to consider what he might think about it.

He laid his hand on your hip. ”Hey, do you wanna-” But you jumped. You hadn’t meant to. But it was a motion so sudden it startled him. He blinked. And it came to him. The scene, the house, his love- it all finally appeared in front of him. “Oh my God-” He breathed, expression stricken and horrified. “Oh my God, baby bird, I- oh my God-” You tried to push yourself off the ground, but your arms gave out underneath you, and it looked downright painful as  youfell. Keigo pulled you up at once and flipped you over, as gently, but quickly, as he could.

Keigo hoped, prayed, that it wasn’t as bad as he suddenly remembered it all was- 

When you turned, something in the back of your head warned you to school your expression into a more neutral mask, but it was too slow and quiet. But every bit of the shock and confusion you felt must have been evident on your face, because when Keigo turned you around, he shattered.

He dissolved into sobs, curling and melting onto you, into you. It only took a split second before you, too, were crying, until you were both wracked with it, holding each other. Clinging tighter than ever before.

There was nothing else to do.

*****

You woke first the next morning- and you woke in pain. The way your insides ached made you feel like maybe the phrase ‘rearrange their guts’ wasn’t as fun as it was before. You realized, when you went to the bathroom, that you had been bleeding. A wave of sickness. You put on a pad and walked carefully back to bed.

The noise of the bathroom alone had woken Keigo. He locked eyes with you as soon as you came out of the restroom. Your heart sank. You immediately tore your own away. You were really hoping he wouldn’t wake for a while. He sat up as you got into bed, back towards him. Neither of you said anything for a long moment. 

You gave in. You flipped over towards him, tossing an arm around his lap, your forehead against his hip. He rubbed a hand down your back, almost on instinct. You hated the way his hand jumped away once he realized what he was doing like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

You gave a gentle demand, ”C’mere.” He obliged at once, shifting down to rest next to you. You were careful not to make eye contact, even as he stared at your face, watching your expressions like- well, like a hawk. You adjusted until you were lying on his chest, arms curled around him. He was sleep-warmed. Comfy. Smelled familiar.

It was still Keigo. 

Just Keigo. 

Always Keigo. 

Only Keigo.

”I’m bleeding.” You said softly, shutting your eyes. You didn’t know why. You didn’t want to guilt him. You didn’t really even want him to know. But you felt like he needed to. Deserved to, even. You listened to the sharp breath he took.

”Fucking shit,” He breathed, and that was it for a moment. You pretended like you couldn’t hear him crying. He pretended like he couldn’t feel you do the same.

”Will you make me some tea?” You asked quietly, when you had both gone still and silent again. Keigo jumped up at once. He was just in his boxers, the ones he had pulled on last night when you had finally gone to bed in a daze.

”Yes. Yeah. Of course.” He nodded, looking grateful for something to do. He hurried off to the kitchen at once. You laid on in warm space he had left on the bed. You tucked yourself in and sniffed the pillow he’d been lying on deeply. It smelled like him- like the man you knew and loved. In the kitchen, pots and pans moved around, water ran, the stove clicked to life.

It wasn’t long before the smell of food filled your nose instead. It smelled like grilled fish and rice. After another couple of minutes, he walked in, holding your favorite mug.

”What kind?” You asked, pointing for him to set it down on the bedside drawer.

”Your favorite.” He didn’t even let you react before he hurried out, “ButIcanmakeyouadifferentone! I just- I thought that I- I guess I could have asked-” He winced at his own words, and you sighed.

”It’s fine, Keigo.” But your voice sounded tired, even to you, and his name rang cold. ”Thank you.” He hesitated. You buried yourself deeper under the covers. You just… didn’t want to hear it right now. Thankfully, whether he got the message or simply couldn’t decide what to say, he walked out of the room once more. After another ten minutes, you finally stood and came to the kitchen, wincing as you did so. He smiled when he caught sight of you, but the worried furrow in his eyebrows didn’t unknot.

”H- Hey, good morning. I made breakfast.” He gestured around at the spread. You eyed it over. “I- um- there’s fish and rice and miso soup and a rolled omelet- I made coffee, too, just in case- or we could- we could always order takeout or-”

”Hey.”you put your mug down on the table and walked towards him. His wings drew up, somewhere between fear and shame. He seemed to balance on a knife’s edge as you stood in front of him. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his bare chest. “It’s okay.” You said softly, wrapping you arms around him and stroking at his back, between his wings.

Keigo nodded shakily, before finally hugging you back.

”I- I just- I didn’t feel like me when I came in last night,” He babbled against the top of your head, “And I’ve- I’ve felt really lost in the mission, all of my interactions are being watched, I could only step away last night because-” He took a breath. You felt the shudder in his body. He was tense, like he wanted to hold you tighter, but was too afraid to. “I wanted to come back and feel like me, I wanted- I-“ You hushed him. Keigo buried his face deeper into your hair. ”I’m…” Keigo started. You tensed. “I’m so-”

”Don’t.” You snapped.

You had an unspoken agreement- the two of you never apologized. You were almost proud of it, your ability to move on from mistakes and stupid things the other had said. You gave each other space any time you had an argument, and came back with level heads and open arms. This was the first real thing either of you had, they were both bound to make mistakes. You were happy you both knew that, and found something that worked for you guys, even if other people didn’t understand it.

Hearing him almost do so now made your throat tight and eyes burn.

”No, really, what happened last night-”

”Takami Keigo.” You wrenched yourself out of his grip, instead grabbing him by the arms, pinning them to his side. The cruelty in the sneer and look and touch and name shocked him like ice water. “It’s fine. I said yes. I could have used my safe word. I ask you to be rougher all the time. It-“ You cleared your throat. You removed your hands. “It is fine. I need you to drop it.”

Keigo stared, face to face with bared teeth and anger. “Okay.” His voice was just a whisper.

You stared for one last minute before letting go and turning away, back to your tea.you took a long, deep draught, before something caught your eye. He looked where your gaze fell. It was a mirror, in the hall. You touched your neck. “I forgot about those.” You hummed, looking thoughtful. Keigo couldn’t discern anything else from your expression, so he said nothing. 

He turned away and grabbed a couple of dishes and began to plate everything up for the two of you. Before you sat down, he grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under you without a word. For this, at least, you were grateful. 

You ate in silence for a while. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. He found it a little hard to look at you, now, close up. He wished he could have been pleased to see you all marked up, but instead, you just looked… bruised. Battered. The way you did after a battle didn’t go your way. There was an exhaustion in your eyes you couldn’t fake and you didn’t bother to hide.

“When are you leaving?” You asked, your voice carefully free of any inflection. He bit his cheek. Usually this question would be asked with the clear wish that it wouldn’t be for as long as possible. But today, he was unsure.

“I was-” Any strength in his voice broke. “I need to leave tonight.” He admitted. You were entirely still for a moment, but just a moment. You resumed eating, without even looking at him the whole time.

“Alright,” Was all you said, soft and small and sad. Your utensils clicked, but otherwise, it was silent.

*****

The first day of the New Year was difficult. For once, you found yourself glad that Keigo was leaving. No matter what you did, you couldn’t get rid of the silent stiffness that permeated all of your interactions. Perhaps the distance would do you good for once.

When night fell, Keigo had to leave. He stood by the door and you came to say your goodbyes. He held his arms out tentatively, and you fell in at once. He squeezed you tightly. You squeezed back.

”How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. ”…Probably at least another three months.“ Your heart sank. You knew that, but to hear it was another can of worms. “But I will visit before then, I promise.”

”Okay,” Your voice was hollow with unshed tears. As he made to pull away, something desperate in you woke at once, and you held on tighter. “I- I miss you so much when you’re gone.” You rushed out, like he didn’t know that already. “This mission was so sudden, I went from seeing you all the time to not at all, and I don’t know what you’re doing or how dangerous it is, and I don’t even have anyone I can talk to about this because you’re who I talk to about things, please don’t leave me.” Your pathetic plea rang in the air for much longer than was comfortable.

He spoke, “I’ve been seeing you online again.” Picturing him seeing all the embarrassing headlines and memes and photos from your recent appearances made you groan. “You have no idea how proud I am of you, or how much I miss you, too. I’ll tell you all about it the second I can.” He pulled away a bit, cupping your cheek in his large, warm hand, lifting your chin to look at him. “I don’t- I don’t want to do this again, okay?” His gaze was loving, and sincere. You nodded, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks silently. “I don’t like it either, I promise.” He kissed your forehead. “Be brave, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, but the lump in your throat and chest hadn’t gone away. He hugged you again, and you both rocked back and forth and back and forth.

”Hey,” He said seriously. “I love you.”

That was another thing you didn’t say. Or, at least, it was very rare. You really only said it when you didn’t have to actually… say it. You wrote it in notes in code or texts. Occasionally, during a very intimate moment, or if you weren’t sure you were going to see each other again.

You swallowed, wondering which one of these things was true now.

”I love you, too.” He wrapped his wings around you. Their hold was soft and strong, and you felt like you could breathe easier, even if your chest was tighter.

Finally, finally, you pulled away. ”I’ll see you soon.” He promised, and your lips met for one last kiss.

”See you soon.” You repeated throatily. You waved with a miserable little half-smile as he slipped out the door, taking his bright red wings, all the color, and your heart from your world.

When you went out the next day, you remembered Keigo’s present and groaned unhappily, having forgotten to remind him of it- but when you went to check it, you saw that he had taken it, and left something in its stead.

It was a tiny box, covered in shiny, red wrapping paper. You stepped right back inside your place and tore it open, finding a ring box inside the first. Inside was a silver band made of metal feathers widing their way into a ring. Your mouth fell open at that alone, only to realize that there was an extra slit in the box.you checked the larger box it had come in. Inside was two photos- one that must have been of the advertisement, with your ring and a thicker-banded version of it- and the other was one of Keigo.

In the photo, he was somewhere far in the sky during sunset, pink and purple and orange and lovely all around him. He was beaming, always so handsome, but glowing with the halo of the sun and his smile. His wings were a blur behind him, but in front of him, his gloveless hand was fanned out, showing off his own ring from the matching set.

You laughed through tears, sliding the ring onto your finger. It seemed he hadn’t forgotten about Christmas, after all.

[acedormouse]

DnD 5e Character Sheet for Stanford Pines

You know, in case you ever wanted to play the most mid Warlock whose only magical items are a boundless coffee thermas and a fancy lantern.

Under the cut is the transcript of all the text as well as a descriptor for what each spell does.

I don't have any particular verbal commands but when a spell requires a Somatic omponent, Ford needs both hands to make a triangle shape with his fingers

Character Name: Stanford Pines

Class: Warlock Race: Tiefling Background: The Haunted One Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Level: 10

Passive Perception: 12 Proficiency Bonus: +4

Speed: 30 ft AC: 14 Initiative: +3

Current HP: 88/88 Hit Dice: d8

Strength: 13 (+1) Intelligence: 19 (+4) Dexterity: 17 (+3) Wisdom: 13 (+1) Constitution: 15 (+2) Charisma: 13 (+1)

Saving Throws: +1 Wisdom, +1 Charisma

Skills: Arcana (+4), Deception (+1), Investigation (+4), Nature (+4), Religion (+4), Stealth (+3)

Other Profiencies and Languages

Languages Spoken: Common, Infernal, Elvish, Sylvan, Gnomish, Giant, Dwarvish Linguist: you have the ability to create ciphers that others cannot decipher unless they are taught how, succeed an Intelligence check, or use magic Dark Vision: you can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light

Features and Traits

*Otherworldly Patron: you have struck a bargain with an otherworldly being known as the Great Old One, a mysterious entity whose nature is utterly foreign to the fabric of reality. The entity is a voice in the mind- its identity unclean but its boon to you is concrete: the ability to cast spells *Magical Cunning: you can perform an esoteric rite to regain expended Pact Magic spell slots, but no more than a number equal to half your maximum (round up). *Contact Patron: you always have the Contact Other Place spell prepared. You can cast the spell without spending a spell slot to contact your patron *Awakened Mind: your alien knowledge gives you the ability to telepathically speak to any creature you can see within 30 feet of you *Entropic Ward: when a creature makes an attack against you, you can use your reaction to impose disadvantage. If a creature tries to attack you this way, it will take the same amount of damage as you *Bloodline of Asmodeus: bloodline commanded by the power of fire and darkness and guided by keen intellect

Inventory

*Arcana Focus: a crystal pyramid that colorfully gleams in the light *Journal: I keep my thoughts and discoveries here. My journal is my legacy. *Scholar's Pack: backpack, book, ink, ink pen, lantern, 10 flasks of oil, 10 sheets of parchment, and a tinderbox *Bottle of Boundless Coffee: a metal bottle that carries delicious, warm coffee. Each time you drink the coffee, roll a d20; on a 1, the bottle refuses to dispense until the next hour *Lantern of Tracking: this hooded lantern is designed to track monstrosities. It will burn for 6 hours on 1 flask of oil and light a 30 foot radius. When the lantern is within 300 feet of its target, its flame turns bright green

Attacks and Spellcasting:

Name: Crossbow (light) Attack Bonus: +7 Damage/ Type: 1d8, piercing

Patron: The Great Old One

Pact Boon: Pact of the Tome: your Patron gives you a grimoire called the Book of Shadows. You can choose three cantrips from any class's spell list. They don't count against your number of cantrips known.

Eldritch Invocations

*Eldritch Mind: you have advantage on Constitution saving throws that you make to maintain your concentration on a spell. *Book of the Ancient: you can now inscribe magical rituals in your Book of Shadows. Choose two 1st-level spells that have the ritual tag from any class's spell list. The spells appear in the book and don't count against the number of spells you know. *Maddening Hex: as a bonus action, you cause a psychic disturbance around the target cursed by your Hex spell. When you do so, you deal psychic damage to the cursed target and each creature of your choice within 5 feet of it. The psychic damage equals your Charisma modifier. *Aspect of the Moon: you no longer need to sleep and can't be forced to sleep by any means. To gain the benefits of a long rest, you can spend all 8 hours doing light activity, such as reading your Book of Shadows and keeping watch. *Caiphon's Beacon: the purple star Caiphon is the doom of inexperienced mariners. Those who use its deceptive light to guide their travels invariably come to ruin. You gain proficiency in the Deception and Stealth skills, and you have advantage on attack rolls against charmed creatures.

Cantrips

*Eldritch Blast: Range: 120 ft Save/ Attack: 2d10 Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: Instantaneous Components: Verbal, Somatic

A beam of crackling energy streaks toward a creature within range.

*Mind Sliver: Range: 60 ft Save/ Attack: Intelligence/ 2d6 Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: 1 round Components: Verbal

You drive a disorienting spike of psychic energy into the mind of one creature you can see within range.

*Minor Illusion: Range: 30 ft Save/ Attack: Intelligence Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: 1 minute Components: Somatic, Material

You create a sound or an image of an object within range that lasts for the duration.

*Mage Hand: Range: 30 ft Save/ Attack: None Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: 1 minute Components: Verbal, Somatic

A spectral, floating hand appears at a point you choose within range. You can use your action to control the hand. You can use the hand to manipulate an object, open an unlocked door or container, stow or retrieve an item from an open container, or pour the contents out of a vial.

*Fire Bolt: Range: 120 ft Save/ Attack: 2d10 Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: Instantaneous Components: Verbal, Somatic

You hurl a mote of fire at a creature or object within range. A flammable object hit by this spell ignites if it isn’t being worn or carried.

*Prestidigitation: Range: 10 ft Save/ Attack: None Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: Up to 1 hour Components: Verbal, Somatic

This spell is a minor magical trick that novice spellcasters use for practice.

*Vicious Mockery: Range: 60 ft Save/ Attack: 2d4 Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: Instantaneous Components: Verbal

You unleash a string of insults laced with subtle enchantments at a creature you can see within range.

1st Level

*Dissonant Whispers: Range: 60 ft Save/ Attack: Wisdom/ 3d6 Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: Instantaneous Components: Verbal

You whisper a discordant melody that only one creature of your choice within range can hear, wracking it with terrible pain.

*Hex: Range: 90 ft Save/ Attack: 1d6 necrotic Time: 1 bonus action Concentration: Yes Duration: 1 hour Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material

You place a curse on a creature that you can see within range. Until the spell ends, you deal an extra 1d6 necrotic damage to the target whenever you hit it with an attack. Also, choose one ability when you cast the spell. The target has disadvantage on ability checks made with the chosen ability.

*Tasha's Hideous Laughter: Range: 30 ft Save/ Attack: Wisdom Time: 1 action Concentration: Yes Duration: 1 minute Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material

A creature of your choice that you can see within range perceives everything as hilariously funny and falls into fits of laughter if this spell affects it.

*Illusory Script: Range: Touch Save/ Attack: None Time: 1 minute Concentration: No Duration: 10 days Components: Somatic, Material

You write on parchment, paper, or some other suitable writing material and imbue it with a potent illusion that lasts for the duration. To you and any creatures you designate when you cast the spell, the writing appears normal, written in your hand, and conveys whatever meaning you intended when you wrote the text. To all others, the writing appears as if it were written in an unknown or magical script that is unintelligible.

*Identify: Range: Touch Save/ Attack: None Time: 1 minute Concentration: No Duration: Instantaneous Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material

You choose one object that you must touch throughout the casting of the spell. If it is a magic item or some other magic-imbued object, you learn its properties and how to use them, whether it requires attunement to use, and how many charges it has, if any. You learn whether any spells are affecting the item and what they are.

2nd Level

*Phantasmal Force: Range: 60 ft Save/ Attack: Intelligence/ 1d6 Time: 1 action Concentration: Yes Duration: 1 minute Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material

You craft an illusion that takes root in the mind of a creature that you can see within range. While a target is affected by the spell, the target treats the phantasm as if it were real. The target rationalizes any illogical outcomes from interacting with the phantasm.

*Darkness: Range: 60 ft Save/ Attack: None Time: 1 action Concentration: Yes Duration: 10 minutes Components: Verbal, Material

Magical darkness spreads from a point you choose within range to fill a 15-foot radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. A creature with darkvision can’t see through this darkness, and nonmagical light can’t illuminate it.

3rd Level

*Enemies Abound: Range: 120 ft Save/ Attack: Intelligence Time: 1 action Concentration: Yes Duration: 1 minute Components: Verbal, Somatic

You reach into the mind of one creature you can see and force it to make an Intelligence saving throw. On a failed save, the target loses the ability to distinguish friend from foe, regarding all creatures it can see as enemies until the spell ends. Each time the target takes damage, it can repeat the saving throw, ending the effect on itself on a success.

*Clairvoyance: Range: 1 mile Save/ Attack: None Time: 10 minutes Concentration: Yes Duration: 10 minutes Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material

You create an invisible sensor within range in a location familiar to you (a place you have visited or seen before) or in an obvious location that is unfamiliar to you (such as behind a door, around a corner, or in a grove of trees). The sensor remains in place for the duration, and it can’t be attacked or otherwise interacted with. When you cast the spell, you choose seeing or hearing. You can use the chosen sense through the sensor as if you were in its space.

4th Level

*Evard's Black Tentacles: Range: 90 ft Save/ Attack: Dexterity/ 3d6 Time: 1 action Concentration: Yes Duration: 1 minute Compoents: Verbal, Somatic, Material

Squirming, ebony tentacles fill a 20-foot square on ground that you can see within range. For the duration, these tentacles turn the ground in the area into difficult terrain.

When a creature enters the affected area for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there, the creature must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 3d6 bludgeoning damage and be restrained by the tentacles until the spell ends.

*Banishment: Range: 60 ft Save/ Attack: Charisma Time: 1 action Concentration: Yes Duration: 1 minute Components: Verbal, Somatic, Material

You attempt to send one creature that you can see within range to another place of existence.

If the target is native to the plane of existence you’re on, you banish the target to a harmless demiplane. While there, the target is incapacitated. The target remains there until the spell ends, at which point the target reappears in the space it left or in the nearest unoccupied space if that space is occupied. If the target is native to a different plane of existence that the one you’re on, the target is banished with a faint popping noise, returning to its home plane.

5th Level

*Synaptic Static: Range: 120 ft Save/ Attack: Intelligence/ 8d6 Time: 1 action Concentration: No Duration: Instantaneous Components: Verbal, Somatic

You choose a point within range and cause psychic energy to explode there. Each creature in a 20-foot-radius sphere centered on that point must make an Intelligence saving throw.

After a failed save, a target has muddled thoughts for 1 minute. During that time, it rolls a d6 and subtracts the number rolled from all its attack rolls and ability checks, as well as its Constitution saving throws to maintain concentration.

[blubberquark]

Why Not Write Cryptography

I learned Python in high school in 2003. This was unusual at the time. We were part of a pilot project, testing new teaching materials. The official syllabus still expected us to use PASCAL. In order to satisfy the requirements, we had to learn PASCAL too, after Python. I don't know if PASCAL is still standard.

Some of the early Python programming lessons focused on cryptography. We didn't really learn anything about cryptography itself then, it was all just toy problems to demonstrate basic programming concepts like loops and recursion. Beginners can easily implement some old, outdated ciphers like Caesar, Vigenère, arbitrary 26-letter substitutions, transpositions, and so on.

The Vigenère cipher will be important. It goes like this: First, in order to work with letters, we assign numbers from 0 to 25 to the 26 letters of the alphabet, so A is 0, B is 1, C is 2 and so on. In the programs we wrote, we had to strip out all punctuation and spaces, write everything in uppercase and use the standard transliteration rules for Ä, Ö, Ü, and ß. That's just the encoding part. Now comes the encryption part. For every letter in the plain text, we add the next letter from the key, modulo 26, round robin style. The key is repeated after we get tot he end. Encrypting "HELLOWORLD" with the key "ABC" yields ["H"+"A", "E"+"B", "L"+"C", "L"+"A", "O"+"B", "W"+"C", "O"+"A", "R"+"B", "L"+"C", "D"+"A"], or "HFNLPYOLND". If this short example didn't click for you, you can look it up on Wikipedia and blame me for explaining it badly.

Then our teacher left in the middle of the school year, and a different one took over. He was unfamiliar with encryption algorithms. He took us through some of the exercises about breaking the Caesar cipher with statistics. Then he proclaimed, based on some back-of-the-envelope calculations, that a Vigenère cipher with a long enough key, with the length unknown to the attacker, is "basically uncrackable". You can't brute-force a 20-letter key, and there are no significant statistical patterns.

I told him this wasn't true. If you re-use a Vigenère key, it's like re-using a one time pad key. At the time I just had read the first chapters of Bruce Schneier's "Applied Cryptography", and some pop history books about cold war spy stuff. I knew about the problem with re-using a one-time pad. A one time pad is the same as if your Vigenère key is as long as the message, so there is no way to make any inferences from one letter of the encrypted message to another letter of the plain text. This is mathematically proven to be completely uncrackable, as long as you use the key only one time, hence the name. Re-use of one-time pads actually happened during the cold war. Spy agencies communicated through number stations and one-time pads, but at some point, the Soviets either killed some of their cryptographers in a purge, or they messed up their book-keeping, and they re-used some of their keys. The Americans could decrypt the messages.

Here is how: If you have message $A$ and message $B$, and you re-use the key $K$, then an attacker can take the encrypted messages $A+K$ and $B+K$, and subtract them. That creates $(A+K) - (B+K) = A - B + K - K = A - B$. If you re-use a one-time pad, the attacker can just filter the key out and calculate the difference between two plaintexts.

My teacher didn't know that. He had done a quick back-of-the-envelope calculation about the time it would take to brute-force a 20 letter key, and the likelihood of accidentally arriving at something that would resemble the distribution of letters in the German language. In his mind, a 20 letter key or longer was impossible to crack. At the time, I wouldn't have known how to calculate that probability.

When I challenged his assertion that it would be "uncrackable", he created two messages that were written in German, and pasted them into the program we had been using in class, with a randomly generated key of undisclosed length. He gave me the encrypted output.

Instead of brute-forcing keys, I decided to apply what I knew about re-using one time pads. I wrote a program that takes some of the most common German words, and added them to sections of $(A-B)$. If a word was equal to a section of $B$, then this would generate a section of $A$. Then I used a large spellchecking dictionary to see if the section of $A$ generated by guessing a section of $B$ contained any valid German words. If yes, it would print the guessed word in $B$, the section of $A$, and the corresponding section of the key. There was only a little bit of key material that was common to multiple results, but that was enough to establish how long they key was. From there, I modified my program so that I could interactively try to guess words and it would decrypt the rest of the text based on my guess. The messages were two articles from the local newspaper.

When I showed the decrypted messages to my teacher the next week, got annoyed, and accused me of cheating. Had I installed a keylogger on his machine? Had I rigged his encryption program to leak key material? Had I exploited the old Python random number generator that isn't really random enough for cryptography (but good enough for games and simulations)?

Then I explained my approach. My teacher insisted that this solution didn't count, because it relied on guessing words. It would never have worked on random numeric data. I was just lucky that the messages were written in a language I speak. I could have cheated by using a search engine to find the newspaper articles on the web.

Now the lesson you should take away from this is not that I am smart and teachers are sore losers.

Lesson one: Everybody can build an encryption scheme or security system that he himself can't defeat. That doesn't mean others can't defeat it. You can also create an secret alphabet to protect your teenage diary from your kid sister. It's not practical to use that as an encryption scheme for banking. Something that works for your diary will in all likelihood be inappropriate for online banking, never mind state secrets. You never know if a teenage diary won't be stolen by a determined thief who thinks it holds the secret to a Bitcoin wallet passphrase, or if someone is re-using his banking password in your online game.

Lesson two: When you build a security system, you often accidentally design around an "intended attack". If you build a lock to be especially pick-proof, a burglar can still kick in the door, or break a window. Or maybe a new variation of the old "slide a piece of paper under the door and push the key through" trick works. Non-security experts are especially susceptible to this. Experts in one domain are often blind to attacks/exploits that make use of a different domain. It's like the physicist who saw a magic show and thought it must be powerful magnets at work, when it was actually invisible ropes.

Lesson three: Sometimes a real world problem is a great toy problem, but the easy and didactic toy solution is a really bad real world solution. Encryption was a fun way to teach programming, not a good way to teach encryption. There are many problems like that, like 3D rendering, Chess AI, and neural networks, where the real-world solution is not just more sophisticated than the toy solution, but a completely different architecture with completely different data structures. My own interactive codebreaking program did not work like modern approaches works either.

Lesson four: Don't roll your own cryptography. Don't even implement a known encryption algorithm. Use a cryptography library. Chances are you are not Bruce Schneier or Dan J Bernstein. It's harder than you thought. Unless you are doing a toy programming project to teach programming, it's not a good idea. If you don't take this advice to heart, a teenager with something to prove, somebody much less knowledgeable but with more time on his hands, might cause you trouble.

[sleepymink48]

okay so like,,,,,

throws multiple forsaken elliot lore headcanons based around the arg lore at you

full warning like half this post only really makes sense if you know a least a bit of the forsaken arg lore

so basically the recent forsaken game theory that just released mentioned how the account with the game calls you foolish in the questions and so does the person at the beginning of the arg whos like “hey have this information and try not to be as foolish as me by like stealing something the specter owns” or smth along those lines (i cannot remember) and inferred theyre both probably the same people

and the game theory vid also mentioned how at the end of those questions theres a long strand of coded text and a shorter strand below it that says “hisnamewaselliot” and how looking at the like hisnamewastyler and hisnamewasdavid things earlier its pretty safe to assume that the guy calling you foolish and giving you the questions is elliot

and well this got me thinking and making headcanons based around it (these arent like fully thought out or anything it is legitimately just me rambling about ideas in my braincells

soooooo i think that elliot before getting forsaken somehow found something like a journal that tyler or someone else wrote that was just a giant cipher so he decided to decode it

in like the middle of decoding it he probably realized he was getting himself into something a lot deeper than he expected but he continued anyways

it took a lotta time to decode the entire book but eventually he cracked it and found out about the specter and what not

figuring out about the entire pocket dimension and stuff he started to try and get ways to defeat the specter and or get everyone who was missing at the time out of the pocket dimension

fortunately he probably found something that could do one or both of those things unfortunately the specter found him and got him forsaken

the MOMENT he realized where he was he probably had a panic attack just mumbling about how he couldnt be here and how he was supposed to get the people here out

none of the other survivors there at the time knew what he was talking about and whenever one of them ask him about it nowadays he just mumbles an excuse and tries to leave

elliot is still very much trying to get out of pocket dimension and has a desk just covered in papers and ciphers staying up past midnight just writing and recording audio messages

the other survivors have definitely found him asleep at his desk multiple times and have seen him half asleep during rounds running on pure adrenaline and coffee but elliot always brushes off anyones concerns with a quick im fine and a smile (bro is NOT fine at all)

,,,,,,,,,can you tell one of my favorite characters is elliot

[arkanis-englishupdates]

SUMMARY OF ALL ARKANIS POVS

DAY 83 & DAY 84 — 25/11/2024 & 26/11/2024

DAY 83 — 25/11/2024

.... He's back.

Bavi receives a mysterious book while playing with her daughter Amora. In the book there was an encrypted text in Cesar Cipher, with the translation being "Pepino" and "Matteoro".

As soon as Bagi deciphered the words, she told Guaxinim about the book and the two met at Bira's Bar to talk. Other specialists were also called to the scene, making the group get together to go to Matt's house (also known as "Matteoro"/"Matteor").

There, the group comes across a mysterious video made by Matt himself and, following the clues in the video, they go to one of the eyes at the top of the house and inside they find a warp plate.

They are teleported to a place that looks like a laboratory, the walls have some videos with encrypted messages and, as soon as they arrive in the room, Matt's voice echoes from one of the videos. One of the videos translates into some numbers that are used for a door password, while the other translates into this text:

"On this journey, you are the passenger while he is the shadow.

This is the moment when you unite in one light. The Lankya of the Mixordia that will rest in your hands will be decisive until chaos washes away with tears the future that awaits you.

A deep offering rises within you, inevitable as the echo of thunder.

Eternal Master Of Offers and Demands, who else could be.”

Moving on to the next room, a game begins. In this game, similar to "Red light, Green light", the specialists need to stand still while the image of a moon becomes visible and can only walk when the moon disappears. If someone makes a mistake, that person will be attacked to death by a giant wolf.

They needed to find a password inside the room while the game continued.

("While the moon is new and waxing, it is permitted to move and speak, because the wolf is asleep. When the moon is full, be silent and do not move, because the werewolf is awake.")

Getting the password, they go to another room where Denix makes some expressions, using them as:

Fear = Point (" • ")

Cry = Risk (" — ")

A kind of Morse Code to get the door password, which they easily do. They move to the last room.

In the room, a vision appears for all specialists:

Bagi gets Mixordia's Lankya and passes through the specialists to reach the room, being greeted by a huge black entity, full of tentacles and with a giant eye in the middle. Bagi is then devoured by the entity and wakes up... Strange.

She wakes up in the same glass globe that Matt was in, but that's not the strangest part:

Bagi now has his entire body fused together with Matt's body (Their heads being glued together from the back). Now, they both move the same body and can even turn their heads to represent who is in control/speaking.

The two who are one, along with the other specialists, go on to talk about what happened at City Hall but before they can get to the place, a black beam teleports Bagi to FEAR. Bagi spends a good 5 minutes cursing the Entity for trying to seal the chaos inside her and for putting Matt in her body, she threatens FEAR and assures the next time they meet, she will kill them.

After arguing (With FEAR even threatening Bagi, saying he was watching Moonkase sleep), FEAR is gone and Matt and Bagi spend time discussing and trying to align their thoughts. Matt tries to explain the reason for the bargain while Bagi continues to demonstrate her hatred against FEAR and Entities.

(Matt says that he came from another planet and, of his entire civilization, he was the only one who saw kindness in humans, so he was thrown onto the Earth as a punishment. When he got here the Lankyas were the only thing keeping him alive, when the they ran out, Matt turned into that creature with one big eye and several tentacles.

The only option he had to survive was to merge with Bagi, which would seal the chaos of both.)

Bagi finally reunites with Moonkase and fills her in on everything that was going on. Despite being confused and angry about what happened to her girlfriend, Moonkase supports her. Unfortunately, a beam of black light teleports Moonkase away mid-conversation.

Moonkase is teleported to FEAR and they offer her a Lankya of Deafness so Moonkase can completely forget about Bagi. She refuses.

After a lot of talk (With Moonkase returning from her conversation with FEAR), Bagi (And Matt who was now sleeping) says goodbye to Moonkase and Amora and starts walking around the city. Halfway there she meets Himaru and Choke and the three (four) talk about Jota's training.

In the middle of the conversation, Amora appears and warns that Araldo's robots are attacking again. They head to City Hall and chaos ensues. Fortunately no one died.

After a while, Bagi and Matt decide to go to the Moon with Amora.

Nicklink asks FunBABE to be his girlfriend. She accepts.

DAY 84 — 26/11/2024

A new day begins in Valigma, the new edition of ValNews is launched!

Malena gives another lesson to some specialists about Arkanyx in the school. Quel even sets up a special room for future practical magic classes.

Some experts go to Old Valigma to explore in search of answers to their questions and theories when, suddenly, a surprise "event" begins:

Numerous Araldo robots appear, focusing especially on the helpless ghosts that was accompanied their parents. Chaos ensues and, during the desperate fight, Gris is knocked down by one of the robots. Denix even tried to help her, but many robots blocked his path.

Wanting to defeat the robots and monsters, Gabepeixe uses his Obstinate sword (which causes great area damage), accidentally hitting Gris and consequently killing her.

Gris unfortunately dies.

As soon as Guaxinim found out about what happened, he calls for FEAR, who appears. FEAR tells Guaxinim that his bargain had not been broken, clarifying who accidentally killed Gris (Guaxinim's bargain was that Gris couldn't die by Araldo's hands. The bargain still stands.)

After talking to FEAR, Guaxinim still hopes to get her back somehow. He goes to Quel and the two talk about what happened.

Suddenly FEAR appears at Guaxinim's house, where he and Quel were talking. They tell Quel and Guaxinim to gather all the specialists and ghosts awake and go to the Old Valigma at 10:30 PM, where he will give information so they can save Gris.

They do as they are told and when the time comes, something shakes everyone:

The meeting point was actually a trap by Araldo to kill everyone there (ghosts and specialists). Robots begin to appear and fall from the sky, creating immense chaos.

As the battle continues, Choke and Tucupi are cornered by many robots, leading to Tucupi being knocked down and killed.

(Before the meeting, Araldo called Nicklink and FunBABE, his loyal allies, and told them about what was going to happen. NickLink and FunBABE then agreed to protect the ghosts, especially Tucupi who would be the main target.)

Despite having died, it is not really known whether Tucupi actually died, as he could be seen in his large and muscular form beating several robots. Despite this, after the battle is over, Tucupi in his muscular form manages to say goodbye to Choke before disappearing.

After Gabepeixe and Denix survived two attacks from Araldo, the half-fish was elevated to Tenth Current Obstinate and will soon obtain his own Obstinate weapon.

Tucupi died canonically.

[Please let us know if there is any wrong or missing information!]

FunBABE is devastated by Tucupi's death, feeling like she failed her friend Choke. The two meet and FunBABE confesses that neither she nor NickLink wanted this to happen. The two hug and Choke believes FunBABE's words because she saw NickLink had lifted Tucupi a few times during the battle.

After what happened, the experts got together to talk about the two deaths and about FunBABE and NickLink being more suspicious than usual. Choke, despite being in an almost catatonic state because of grief, defends the couple.

NickLink was not invited to the conversation and, after JVNQ started an argument with FunBABE, the woman left the place and returned to her house with NickLink.

[hashed-potatoes-with-salt]

An Overview of The Nihilist Cipher

Hello! If you're someone interested in ciphers, read ahead to learn a little about one of my long time favorite ciphers, the Nihilist Cipher.

The Nihilist cipher is a polyalphabetic substitution cipher, which basically means it relies on multiple shift ciphers applied to different letters in the text being encoded. If you're familiar with the Vigenère Cipher, Nihilist is pretty similar in a lot of ways.

I'll go through some history of the cipher, how to encode/decode using it, and how to conduct a known plaintext attack on it. I'll also go over how you might approach attacking it without a known plaintext (mainly because I think it's cool), but it won't be the main focus.

History

The Nihilist Cipher was first used by Russian nihilists against Russia's tsarist regime in the late 19th century. It's since been used as a basis for several ciphers with improved security used in WWII, notably the VIC cipher which is essentially an extremely complex hand-encoded cipher that's part of the Nihilist family.

"If [the VIC] cipher were to be given a technical name, it would be known as a 'straddling bipartite monoalphabetic substitution superenciphered by modified double transposition.'" David Kahn, Number One From Moscow

Usage

Encoding a message requires two things: A key and a Polybius square, known by you and the person you're communicating with. A Polybius square is one of these guys:

To use the cipher, you must first convert the plaintext into a numeric representation by mapping each letter to a number using the square. The mapping follows a (row, column) scheme, so the letter 'T' in the above square would become '45'. You'll notice that the square is 5x5, meaning there is 1 less square than there are letters in the English alphabet! This is typically solved by either choosing a square to represent 2 letters, differentiated using context by the receiver, or by simply leaving off an unused/infrequently used letter (often Q). It's also common to place a word at the start of the Polybius square, in this case "EXAMPLE" to offset the alphabet and avoid the mappings becoming trivial and obvious to attackers.

After we convert the plaintext to it's numeric representation, that's when the key becomes important. We first encode the key we picked using the Polybius square (i.e. the key MATH would become 14 13 45 32). Then, we repeat the key along the plaintext, and add each plaintext value to the key value to get the ciphertext!

To decode, the receiver must simply repeat the encryption process in reverse: repeating the key across the ciphertext, subtracting the key values, and translating the numeric plaintext back into English text. Because the encryption and decryption processes use the same key, the Nihilist Cipher is considered symmetric.

Known Plaintext Attack

Now we get into the fun part: How can we decode Nihilist encoded text without knowing the key? We will assume we know some ciphertext and the plaintext associated with it. Therefore, our goal is to use what we know to reveal the key, and use the key to decrypt the rest of the cipher. For example, assume we know that the first line of the Bee Movie script, "According to all known laws of aviation", results in the ciphertext "37 66 67 64 35 68 48 53 75 66 57 66 56 84 84 32 57 95 25 84 66 73 36 86 45 65 94 55 37 88 48 85 54".

Since the ciphertext is simply the result of adding the key to the plaintext, to find the key we only need to do the reverse and subtract the plaintext from the ciphertext!

Even with only this short segment, we can see the repeating key is "14 42 43 21 14 43". Now we can repeat this key across the whole message and decrypt the Bee Movie script into numeric encoded plaintext.

At this point, you might be realizing where the next challenge lies. Unless you happen to be in a situation where you don't know the key yet somehow do know the Polybius square, this alone doesn't tell us very much! Since we've essentially converted our original problem into a simple substitution cipher, this is where we employ frequency analysis to figure out which number maps to which letter in the Polybius square. If you're up for a challenge you can do this manually, or use an online tool to analyze the frequency of each number and compare it to how often each letter of the English alphabet appears in typical text. Eventually, you'll be able to decode the Polybius square as the square below.

Ironically, the first snippet of The Bee Movie which we knew the plaintext of includes no 'E's, which are the most frequent letter in the English language, but letter frequencies of the full text would end up being much closer to the expected letter proportions.

Congratulations! You've now completed a plaintext attack on the Nihilist cipher and can sit down with a cup of tea for a bit of light reading .

Ciphertext-Only Attack

Now maybe that was too easy for you. Maybe you're a pro cipher-cracker, and you want to decode the Nihilist cipher without some "plaintext crutch". Here's how you can try to approach it! This method will need a large amount of ciphertext available, and relies on statistical analysis, plus some exploitation of the cipher's design to crack it.

The majority of this attack follows the same approach as a statistical attack on the Vigenère cipher. First you determine the key length by testing various key lengths, splitting the text up into groups that would be encoded with the same key, and computing the index of coincidence, which will be high (close to 0.068, the index of coincidence of English text) when the guessed key length is correct.

At this point, if this were the Vigenère cipher, we would have to go on to analyze the mutual index of coincidence between groups of ciphertext characters with the same key shifted by various amounts, but flaws in the Nihilist encoding system mean there's a good chance we can identify the key without this step!

Because of the way the Polybius square is set up, and the lack of modular arithmetic in the encoding method, every key letter value has exactly 25 possible ciphertext numbers that can result from that key. By comparing the ciphertext values encoded with the same shift, we can quickly identify or at least significantly narrow down the shift used to obtain those values! There are even a few cipher text values that immediately reveal what key was used to generate that cipher text (For example, a cipher text value of 30 can only be obtained using key=15). For a full list of possible ciphertext values generated by each key, check out this document I put together.

And that's it!

You are now a certified expert in all things Nihilist cipher. Go forth and use your new skill responsibly, leaving behind cryptic messages everywhere you go.

Happy decoding!

Sources:

https://www.cia.gov/resources/csi/static/Number-One-From-Moscow.pdf https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VIC_cipher

https://cyberw1ng.medium.com/nihilist-cipher-an-in-depth-look-at-the-cryptographic-technique-2023-b05b83551957

https://courses.cs.washington.edu/courses/cse163/20wi/files/lectures/L04/bee-movie.txt

[promptsconceptsandideas]

Fun idea i keep running around my head and can't figure out if I'm just being creative or if this is a sign of something. /Silly /sys

Anyways

AU IDEA (Kind of ended up coming from me playing the Swooning over Stans game)

SORRY THERES SO MUCH TEXT!!

After Bill is sent to therapy and doesn't recover properly, Axolotyl decides the best way to cure him? Split him in twos, turn both halves human, then erase their memories and send them off to Earth. Crazy style bc they start out as kids, time travel style, so the chaos that Bill created never TECHNICALLY should have existed but still does! Clarification? No! They do age faster than most kids.

The two of them are, lovingly, named Bill and Cipher. Both are pretty much each negative side of OG!Bill, with Cipher being the "positive negatives" (EX: Self-centered behaviors, god complex, etc.) and Bill being the "Negative negatives" (EX: Easy to anger, manipulative, violent, etc.)

The two are twins, and were 'born' with only one eye each. Bill has a birthmark across his face akin to the Theraprism Bill's scar, and Cipher has a strange birthmark along his face like brick. Each of them have a matching birthmark over where they're missing an eye of a Triangle.

Both eventually meet the Pines (this is where the whole Swooning over Stans game came into play lol), Cipher first after their car is mess up by Ford, and then the entirety of the positive/full-meter route for Ford happens from the game, with only one moment different from the game where the whole family kind of thinks that he's literally just Bill disguised as a human.

Bill meets them later after Cipher reconnects with him (they had a fallout at some point) and Cipher invites him on their next trip up to Gravity Falls, where Bill ends up getting along shockingly well with Stanley.

Blah blah here's some character sheet type stuff below Abt them

(CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of sex work, child abuse (and a vague reference to domestic abuse), self-harm, and suicidal ideation. Also, discrimination against disabled, queer, and even just slightly different people + racism.

BILL:

Goes by any pronouns, mainly she/they/he, he was assigned female when born but turned out to likely be intersex in some amount, as he had a high amount of Testosterone and only had very minor chest growth.

She'd consider himself bisexual or pansexual but never actually labels herself.

He works as a stripper/sex worker for the first half of his adult life, and only quits after getting tired of the whole deal. He only started because he enjoyed the attention/power but later stopped when he felt he had enough money, and started traveling. He mainly got tired of it due to how often he had to deal with abuse from the people running the places he worked for, including but not limited to constantly being called racial and homophobic slurs only for his advisor to laugh at him about it, and the usual harassment over his eye and birthmarks.

Between the two twins, he's gone through the most in childhood and was bullied a lot for having much more visible differences than his brother.

She ended up killing one of her and her brother's abusive caretakers in the past, taking a piece of broken bottle that was thrown at them and slitting his throat when he tried to attack them. This also ends up paralleling a future incident where she's assaulted by a stranger after "scaring him" with her looks, and only survived through pure 'luck'.

CIPHER:

He/Him only, but wouldn't be bother by They/Them. Was "born" with a deformed arm and only three fingers on one hand.

Doesn't really enjoy romance or sex, and only indulged in them occasionally (usually with drug dealers). He only ends up understanding even an ounce of what people meant by saying they romantically loved someone whenever he met Stanley, as the closest thing to love he ever had was his brother and a nice old lady he used be neighbors with.

He is incredibly self-destructive and the habit never leaves him, even after him and his brother move in with the Pines. He learns to keep it away from the kids out of fear of scaring them, as well as trying better with anger management. There still have been incidents of him purposefully attempting to burn himself on the stove when cooking or scratching out himself, even when around the kids, but he keeps the worst of it to himself and the other adults.

He wholeheartedly believes that he'd give up on life if he lost his brother or Stanley, and even if he didn't end up ending it, he'd likely fall into a deeper hole than he already had dug. He only somewhat believes that he might be able to stop himself just because of the kids, but since they aren't really permanently there, he doesn't trust that'd be true.

He never worked a genuine job until the Mystery Shack, and often stole or begged for money instead. The few jobs he did have were incredibly illegal, including joining multiple gangs throughout his life. He has a plethora of scars due to this, and some severe trauma from the things he saw and did.

He was very commonly abused in the houses him and his brother lived in due to his arm and hands conditions. He eventually got to a point in life where he didn't necessarily care about what people thought of him (aka he didn't want to change himself for them anymore), but did become incredibly defensive and would get aggressive when other kids pointed out his arm or hand. He never really simmered down about it, and still gets anger flare-ups if people so much as look at his arm too long. The only people he tries to not hold to that anger are kids, since he understands they don't know that much better.

[thethinkingaurora]

Hey you, the one with the 'cool thing you think about but don't get to talk about as much as you'd like to.' What is one thing you want to talk about, in as much detail as you'd like (I will read all of it).

Ok one thing that I really think is cool, hmmmmm

This happens every time I’m asked “what do you like” my brain just instantly vacates everything I do, it’s just like “Error 404: Life Experiences not found”

Hmmmmmm, I’d probably say ciphers/encryption

Ok so encryption and ciphers, simple in concept but holy hell does this shit get complex and fun fast

I first found out about them from the Secret Breakers book series (I love it, would definitely recommend), and then I went to a CTYI (Centre for Talented Youth Ireland) course and learned more about them and how they work, in between these two events I also did a load of research and got really hyper fixated on them, I then proceeded to learn more and begin creating my own and making my own little puzzles and stuff

Ok so encipherment and encryption both do a similar job, obfuscate a message to hide it, they were used in the World Wars to send messages to people in enemy lines on both sides (most notably the Enigma Machine), encryption often uses mathematics and numbers linked in certain ways to hide things, ciphers are a little different in the way they operate, ciphers are obfuscations but it’s easier to hide that they are obfuscations as they can often look like normal text

For example, the Baconian cipher uses something similar to binary and highlighted text to hide a message, so 00000 is A, 00001 is B, 00010 is C, so on, so where there is a one you highlight the letter

So to hide the word “hi” you need at least 10 letters, but less that 15, so “hello there” is our ten letters and hi translates to 00111 01000, so we highlight the letters specified, which gives us “hello there” (the baconian cipher was made by Sir Francis Bacon and he has many written letters with hidden messages in them, that’s all I can remember off the top of my head)

But using encryption (for example Base64) “hi” would become “aGk=“ which is much more obvious that it is a hidden message

I’ll explain how encryption is used in real life somewhat in a reblog later, I just want to get back to where I was as uI just accidentally deleted a huge chunk of what I had typed (as in I opened Google to check my spelling and tumblr decided it would be the perfect time to restart, I’m typing this on my phone)

Ok so onto the ciphers, the one that I really really like

So ciphers have been in use for millennia, I’ll start with a common enough one, The Polybius Square

The Polybius Square was created by an Ancient Greek scholar called Polybius(yeah he tried really hard when naming his cipher), the cipher is a simple enough substitution cipher (a substitution cipher is where certain letters or symbols are replaced by others things), where letters are replaced using 2 digits which mark there position on the square

Which looks like this, it goes like this 11=A, 12=B, 13=C, 14=D, 15=E, 21=F, and so on, you’ll notice that in 24, instead of a single letter is both “i” and “j” simply for the reason that you can’t make a square out of 26 boxes

Early ciphers were often only used by themselves but later they were used together to make more complex ciphers whether this be where it was encoded once and then encoded again or that the two were used at the same time to do some funny shenanigans

A great example of this is the ADGFX cipher which uses a modified Polybius Square along with Columnar Transpostion

Ok I’ll explain the ADGFX cipher in just a second ima explain columnar transposition first, so with columnar transposition you need a key, we’ll use “cargo” (the general standard) so first take your message and split it into groups with the amount of characters in the group corresponding to the length of the key (So “we need to attack soon”, would be grouped into groups of 5 when using a key like cargo, the groups would look like this “wenee dtoat tacks oon”)

Next you align the groups under the key

Here is one using the example message of “we need to attack soon”

Ok next you need to take the letters in your key and arrange them alphabetically, so cargo become acgor, now take the columns you made and shift them along with the key letters

Like this

So now that we have our letters it’s easy, we take them from left to right, top to bottom and write them out, leaving us with, “eweentdatoatkscoon” with the key of cargo, now if most people were given that they wouldn’t have the slightest clue what to do

So now imagine if we added more layers, like in the ADGFX cipher

Long story short, you take a custom alphabet and replace the letters in a Polybius square with them, then replace the numbers in the square with ADGFX

There is one that I stole from Google

So you encode your message using the square and then with the result you use the columnar transposition that we discussed earlier and then you have your final encoded message, unless you want to add more bullshit to it, like idk a A1Z26 cipher, changing the letters to numbers, or maybe a binary converter, or maybe a morse encoder, actually why not all of them

And that’s where shit starts getting fun (for me anyway, where you stack the jenga tower of encoding hoping that one of the ciphers in it doesn’t need numbers or spaces which other ciphers can’t use

Oh another fun thing, a number and text where you have to convert the number to binary and use that to highlight letters which are the encoded message, or are they

And that’s why I absolutely love encoding and ciphers so much because you can create such interesting little things that can become games, or just brand new ciphers where you have to spot little patterns or grab little ideas and run with them hoping that that was the way it works

Actually one last thing before I go, my own encipherment method which I couldn’t find anywhere online, and thus gave it a name

The Eclipsed Polybius Square (EPS)

Ok so the name comes from a name I used to go by (Which was Eclispe) and then the Polybius Square

Ok so I’ve written documentation of it countless times, but I can never explain it off the top of my head, I know how it works, it’s just stored in the depths of the blob of synapses that is in my skull

Ok so first step, take your message and use a Polybius square to turn it into the numbers,

I am struggling to figure out how to write this

Here is an example which I used in an sort of puzzle hunt that I made for some friends (If you notice the name Lily there, it’s a character within the story of the puzzle hunt, game, thing)

Ok so see how some of the words are highlighted, they indicate numbers for the Polybius square

So “the” is in bold and it’s 3 letters long so we get the number 3, then “to” is in bold so we get 2, these two give us 32 which is our first letter “M”, then we have “get” which is 3, then “time” which is 4, now we have our next letter 34 which is “O”, and this continues to give us a whole word

You’re welcome to solve the rest if you want(send it to me if you do, whether that be in DMs or reblog)

Also just a note, when making the text which will hold the code, I’d recommend making the code first and then writing the text working around the code to get it in using as little words as possible, or you might end up like I did with all of the text there only giving 1 word

Actually actually, I have one last thing, thank you @rookieroc for asking, I have been dying to talk about this and so much more but I just haven’t found anyone to say it about

P.S. I will most likely add to this over time with reblogs with more information on different ciphers

[lucentful]

did you guys know that marceline is a fourth wall breaker???

or, rather, there is a notable number of instances in extended adventure time content where marceline broke the fourth wall! i wanted to share a few, but if any of you happen to know of more times when she does this, PLEASE let me know because i am so interested in this weird little trend! it's not as if adventure time is a stranger to ever breaking the fourth wall, but it's very rare and far between, so the number of times they did it with marceline outside of the show is very interesting to me.

anyway!

the mainline adventure time comics by BOOM! Studios feature at least two instances of marceline breaking the fourth wall, and they appear in the first two issues!

in issue #1 (february 8th 2012), we have this!

Translation: "Hey guys I promise I will show up more next issue - Marceline."

for context, usually the space below the comics have some very faint green text with an observer narrator posting funny quips about whatever is happening on the page. but in this case, they not only made it one of the comic's pigpen ciphers, but also made it one where marceline is speaking directly to the reader! interesting!

in issue #2 (march 14th 2012), it is a lot more direct and obvious without needing to crack any codes!

Quote: "Remember when the Lich was attacking me and my totally sweet house? Remember how instead of helping me out, you turned the page and read about Finn and Jake instead? Well I don't have to remember because he's still attacking me and IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!!"

Quote: "What? You didn't help me out AGAIN?! Whose side are you on? Because you could've been on TEAM VAMPIRE QUEEN."

throughout the issue, there were a couple of small, "mini" panels at the bottom of the page where the characters did a small joke. however, these marceline ones were the only ones where the character directly addressed the reader. sadly, marceline doesn't seem to be taking the "that's not how comics work" as an excuse for not helping her... (i'm team vampire queen forever BTW)

explore the dungeon because i don't know (november 15th 2013) also has instances of marceline fourth wall breaking! she can be heard saying "Game logic" in this clip.

as someone who has played this game, i can confirm marceline has a chance to say that whenever she eats food or absorbs red, so i heard it a LOT when i played the game. she's the only character who ever references the game as being a game. this was honestly what made me first think about marceline breaking the fourth wall. i noticed the adventure time wikia page for this game generalizes this trivia by simply saying "marceline mentions being in a video game," which i am not sure whether that is poor documentation or if there could even be a more direct example of this found in the game that i don't remember. either way! fourth wall breaks!

this seems to be a phenomenon that happened around relatively early adventure time. i just know for a fact there are more examples of this out there, but i haven't found them yet and i really wanted to share what i had found so far! this just makes me wonder if there were plans for marceline to be an actual fourth wall breaking character and how that would have affected the show if it crossed over to that, or if it is just a coincidence that two separate places had specifically marceline break the fourth wall. if it was going to be a bigger thing, i am kind of glad that it wasn't since i am really happy with the marceline we have. but it's still really fun to see how she developed both in terms of character growth and how she was written by writers! plus, she's still really funny.

[isabellanithya]

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Known-Plaintext Attacks: Known-plaintext attacks exploit scenarios where an attacker possesses both the encrypted data and its corresponding plaintext. By analyzing multiple pairs of known plaintext and ciphertext, attackers attempt to deduce the encryption key or extract other sensitive information.

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Cryptography, from the Greek words for “hidden writing,” encrypts data so only the intended recipient can read it. Most major civilizations have sent secret messages since antiquity. Cryptography history is essential to cybersecurity today. Cryptography protects personal messages, digital signatures, online shopping payment information, and top-secret government data and communications. 

Despite its thousands-year history, cryptography and cryptanalysis have advanced greatly in the last 100 years. Along with modern computing in the 19th century, the digital age brought modern cryptography. Mathematicians, computer scientists, and cryptographers developed modern cryptographic techniques and cryptosystems to protect critical user data from hackers, cybercriminals, and prying eyes to establish digital trust.

Most cryptosystems start with plaintext, which is encrypted into ciphertext using one or more encryption keys. The recipient receives this ciphertext. If the ciphertext is intercepted and the encryption algorithm is strong, unauthorized eavesdroppers cannot break the code. The intended recipient can easily decipher the text with the correct decryption key. 

Cryptography history and evolution are covered in this article.

Early cryptography dates back to 1900 BC, when non-standard hieroglyphs were carved into a tomb wall in the Old Kingdom of Egypt.

1500 BC: Mesopotamian clay tablets contained enciphered ceramic glaze recipes, or trade secrets.

Spartans used an early transposition cipher to scramble letter orders in military communications in 650 BC. The process involves writing a message on leather wrapped around a hexagonal wooden scytale. When the strip is wound around a correctly sized scytale, the letters form a coherent message; when unwound, it becomes ciphertext. A private key in the scytale system is its size.

100-44 BC: Julius Caesar is credited with using the Caesar Cipher, a substitution cipher that replaces each letter of the plaintext with a different letter by moving a set number of letters forward or backward in the Latin alphabet, to secure Roman army communications. The private key in this symmetric key cryptosystem is the letter transposition steps and direction.

In 800, Arab mathematician Al-Kindi introduced the frequency analysis technique for cipher breaking, a significant advancement in cryptanalysis. Frequency analysis reverse engineer’s private decryption keys using linguistic data like letter frequencies, letter pairings, parts of speech, and sentence construction.

Brute-force attacks, in which codebreakers try many keys to decrypt messages, can be accelerated by frequency analysis. Single-alphabet substitution ciphers are vulnerable to frequency analysis, especially if the private key is short and weak. Al-Kandi also wrote about polyalphabetic cipher cryptanalysis, which replace plaintext with ciphertext from multiple alphabets for security that is less susceptible to frequency analysis.

1467: Leon Battista Alberti, the father of modern cryptography, most clearly explored polyphonic cryptosystems, the middle age’s strongest encryption.

1500: The Vigenère Cipher, published by Giovan Battista Bellaso but misattributed to French cryptologist Blaise de Vigenère, is the 16th century’s most famous polyphonic cipher. Vigenère invented a stronger autokey cipher in 1586, but not the Vigenère Cipher.

In 1913, World War I accelerated the use of cryptography for military communications and cryptanalysis for codebreaking. The Royal Navy won crucial battles after English cryptologists deciphered German telegram codes.

1917: American Edward Hebern invented the first cryptography rotor machine, which automatically scrambled messages using electrical circuitry and typewriter parts. Simply typing a plaintext message into a typewriter would automatically generate a substitution cipher, replacing each letter with a randomized new letter to produce ciphertext. To decipher the ciphertext, manually reverse the circuit rotor and type it back into the Hebern Rotor Machine to produce the plaintext.

1918: German cryptologist Arthur Scherbius invented the Enigma Machine, an advanced version of Hebern’s rotor machine that used rotor circuits to encode and decode plaintext. Before and during WWII, the Germans used the Enigma Machine for top-secret cryptography. Like Hebern’s Rotor Machine, decoding an Enigma message required advanced sharing of machine calibration settings and private keys, which were vulnerable to espionage and led to the Enigma’s downfall.

1939–45: Polish codebreakers fled Poland and joined many famous British mathematicians, including Alan Turing, to crack the German Enigma cryptosystem, a crucial victory for the Allies. Turing founded much of algorithmic computation theory.

1975: IBM block cipher researchers created the Data Encryption Standard (DES), the first cryptosystem certified by the National Institute for Standards and Technology (then the National Bureau of Standards) for US government use. The DES was strong enough to defeat even the strongest 1970s computers, but its short key length makes it insecure for modern applications. Its architecture advanced cryptography.

1976: Whitfield Hellman and Martin Diffie invented the Diffie-Hellman key exchange method for cryptographic key sharing. This enabled asymmetric key encryption. By eliminating the need for a shared private key, public key cryptography algorithms provide even greater privacy. Each user in public key cryptosystems has a private secret key that works with a shared public for security.

1977: Ron Rivest, Adi Shamir, and Leonard Adleman introduce the RSA public key cryptosystem, one of the oldest data encryption methods still used today. RSA public keys are created by multiplying large prime numbers, which even the most powerful computers cannot factor without knowing the private key.

2001: The DES was replaced by the more powerful AES encryption algorithm due to computing power improvements. AES is a symmetric cryptosystem like DES, but it uses a longer encryption key that modern hardware cannot crack.

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What Is Encryption in Computer Protection?

Encryption is a security measure that scrambles information to make it incomprehensible to anyone with no right major. It’s a essential component of cyber security, used to secure data stored on gadgets or sent over networks like the Net. People face encryption each and every day when making mortgage lender deposits, shopping for items over the internet or mailing messages via email or perhaps text.

With no encryption, the details you give from your computer system to a website can be intercepted and read by an unauthorized party in a man-in-the-middle attack. That is why you need to use a VPN (virtual privately owned network) airpods crackling and encrypt your data files before mailing them.

If your file is certainly encrypted, it can appear because something complicated like 7*#0+gvU2x, and only individuals who have the key can easily decode this to reveal the original message. This is called cryptography, and mathematicians and computer scientists have developed a wide array of ciphers which could vary in complexity from simple to extremely innovative.

The aim is to generate a cipher that is very hard to break, even for any hacker with massive calculating resources for his or her removal. The most common types of encryption are symmetric and asymmetric. Symmetric ciphers are super easy to decode, when asymmetric ciphers require a substantial amount of calculating power to break.

The most important benefit for encryption is certainly privacy, since it prevents not authorized parties from understanding a message or viewing its articles. In addition , it could boost authentication by verifying the information of a tv-sender or warning recipient (identity verification), and support ethics by ensuring that information has not been altered from the original point out.

[whentranslatorscry]

Miss Kyouko’s Cipher Table (4/5)

Before he realized it, he'd become determined to open that safe, if only to avoid putting Fuchibuchi’s death to waste.

“So? Kyouko-san, what is the answer you have narrowed it down to?”

“Don't rush, I am not yet finished going through the cipher analysis methods,”

She said, as if to placate his impatience. The lecture wasn't over? Here he was thinking she had finished explaining and was beginning to breathe a deep sigh of relief.

“Method number five, in cases where the cipher is wrong or the encrypted text incomplete. These are tricky to decipher. If the problem statement is erroneous, a legitimate approach won’t work.”

“Do we really need to consider cases like that? If the rules are wrong, there’s no way to interpret it at all, right? If it’s unsolvable.”

As with the three great unsolvables—‘insolvable’ would be the solution.

“Mistakes or omissions don’t need to be considered and may leave no room for interpretation. But if they are intentional obfuscations by the creator, they certainly do, and this is extremely important. While I’ve talked about many methods, the truth is, this is the very first thing that should be examined.”

Intentional—deliberately made?

What kind of petty cipher would that be—weren’t ciphers meant to be solved? No it wasn’t impossible. A dying challenge rather than a dying message. Leaving a meaningless but cryptic-looking text just to watch him flail helplessly about like this from the afterlife?

That'd be in terrible taste and a complete waste of his time, only strong-armed into pointless expense.

The detective who called herself a slave to money surely wouldn’t give Yuinouzaka a discount even if it proved to be unsolvable … Oblivious to such scheming thoughts of her employer, Kyouko-san continued on:

“The reason to intentionally make an incomplete, unsolvable cipher is to filter out random blind guesswork, you see.”

My natural enemy, as it were—she said.

Mm… So rather than pettiness or spitefulness, it is gatekeeping?

“In other words, with computers nowadays, any cipher could just be broken by brute force, no? Even the idea of using prime numbers to generate passwords only ‘takes time to crack,’ not ‘impossible to crack.’”

Whenever the forgetful detective refers to ‘nowadays,’ the timeline she calibrates to is a mystery. Yuinouzaka was left gobsmacked by the way she casually adapts her perspective to match his—just as that thought crossed his mind,

“Even wartime ciphertexts, once the deciphering method leaked to the enemy, became utterly helpless.”

She said such an old-fashioned thing.

By her mind which scrolls freely along the vertical axis of time, Kyouko-san made him feel as if she cared nothing for changes in values.

(Just where does this person place… good and evil?)

Might it be money?

That's the way it is, and it's a value system that runs from the past to the future, and it's easy for a businessman like Yuinouzaka to say that money talks.

“But how can we avoid the mechanical brute force attack on the encrypted message by making an incomplete cipher?”

“Humans can supplement mistakes and imperfections, and adjust them, can't they? Say, hypothetically, instead of a twenty-five-digit cipher, Fuchibuchi-san left only half that—with the first half solved, couldn't you then predict the other half?

Well, that's a bit of a mixed metaphor, but it does sound a little extreme. How can you guess the other half when you don't know half of what you're guessing…

“Like making a cipher for The Tale of Genji using the first half of '源氏' to stand for 'Genji', and confuse things?”

Taking his cue, Yuinouzaka used a metaphor of his own. Being only told "Genji", you would normally associate it with the Heike Genji. While it's meant to refer to the literary work of Murasaki Shikibu—read the answer, not the cipher.

Like a two-fold cipher?

Even against a computer’s brute force, two-factor authentication for passwords can be effective—relying on human nature makes it quite complex. Even if the cipher is cracked, it leads not to the solution but a false one—now it was all beyond him.

If the message left by Fuchibuchi was of that pattern, then his decision to leave it to the experts—the police, the private detective—was the right one.

“So, Kyouko-san, decryption method number six is…”

As Yuinouzaka spoke, keen to move the conversation on,

“Oh no. There are only five methods.”

She said, glancing at the mantel clock as she did. As he listened to the forgetful detective talk about what ciphers are, thirty minutes passed.

When an answer finally seemed forthcoming, it was a relief to him, though it was not worth the trouble if she had to spend three times as much time explaining it to him as it had taken to solve the cipher—he was just as anxious to get on with his life as he was to get the answer.

So he failed to notice when she had finished her classification of methods as if she was suddenly calling it quits.

"To sum up,"

Said Kyouko-san.

It is too late in the day for that.

"The meaning behind Fuchibuchi-san’s three-line poem is a sequence of eleven digits.”

“Eleven? Wasn't it twenty five?”

“Precisely. Eleven.”

Her tone brooked no argument.

So sure of herself—then the contrived analogies of a moment ago were rooted in reality after all.

Still, eleven digits and not twenty-five… That amounted to less than half. It seemed a stretch that eleven numbers could lead to twenty-five. It wasn't an imperfect cipher or anything; or a safe combination, just a mobile phone number or something jotted down as an aide memoire. Yuinouzaka couldn’t help feeling skeptical.

“It is a safe combination I believe. Though we can’t know for certain without trying it."

Well if she's so confident, he would first have to hear these purported eleven digits.

“I think the three-line poem was Fuchibuchi-san’s own creation, to help him remember the combination,” she continued on, interpreting it much as Yuinouzaka had initially.

“When you know the answer is a number sequence, encoding it makes it more memorable—like a mnemonic for a phone number.”

“... You keep calling it a three-line poem, is this actually poetry? Then, as in the reading of Nostradamus' great prophecies, we’d have to interpret the text itself for meaning…”

Method number one, already rejected—however, on reflection, Nostradamus’ great prophecies, though enthusiastically deciphered, were wildly off the mark.

“No, I mean not in that sense—though well, method number one is not without its clues to breaking the code.”

“….?”

If she did not mean poetry, then what did she mean? His old friend had no interest in verse—Yuinouzaka knew this well, which is why he instantly recognized the message as not a death poem but a cipher.

“Twenty-five or eleven, once you guess the encrypted answer is numerical, there’s really nothing to it—May I borrow a pen?”

Prompted, Yuinouzaka retrieved a gel ink pen from his notebook and placed it in Kyouko-san’s left hand. She had removed the cap and onto her bared right arm, copied the ciphertext—the three-line poem.

The handwriting matched the note on her left.

Far more legible than the photograph of his friend’s scrawl.

Ambidextrous maybe, he mused irrelevantly, as Kyouko-san added slashes to the poem on her arm:

“This should help clarify, no?”

marui/to/shikakui/ga/nakatagai

gyakusankakukei/dewa/narenareshii

cyokusen/nareba/natsukkoi

“…? No, I’m afraid I still don’t understand…”

She had separated words with slashes, it seemed, but the significance eluded him—easier to read, yes, but no less inscrutable.

“I said it was a poem because it’s a piem, you see.”

As if throwing a line to a dim client, she elaborated—a piem? Some non-English version of poem?

No, wait… piem?

π?

“So this is…Pi?”

“Yes, 3.14,”

Kyouko-san smiled a knowing smile.

“3.1415926535.”

7

まるい（3）/と（1）/しかくい（4）/が（1）/なかたがい（5）

ぎゃくさんかくけい（9）/では（2）/なれなれしい（6）

ちょくせん（5）/ならば（3）/なつっこい（5）

8

The concept of mnemonics, it turned out, was a close call. In Japan Pi is memorized as such, organizing number harmonies into verses to be recited by heart, like the English version: “How I want a drink, alcoholic of course, after the heavy lectures involving quantum mechanics.”

He’d heard English speakers memorise it by the number of letters per word—the term “piem” was new to him, but it must be what they call verses crafted to remember pi.

Fuchibuchi did it in Japanese, that's all, and i was no wonder that it was nonsense. If that's the case, then eleven digits would be more than enough—half that, even.

Yuinouzaka doesn’t remember Pi beyond four decimal places himself, but a quick search would reveal twenty-four, a hundred, as many as you like. With word lengths matching pi’s digits closely enough to seem non-coincidental, that would suffice. As long as it jogs your memory that the safe combination is pi, that’s all you need. A bit of playfulness, nothing more.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Quite careful, you might say…to stop at eleven digits instead of twenty-five. And…”

“And what?”

“Oh, nothing.”

It seemed that he had been put off, but then, having got the answer right, he didn't care about the details. As someone who knew Fuchibuchi well, he could see hints of Kyouko-san’s boastfulness—that is, probably he simply ran out of ideas after eleven digits.

“By the way, do you happen to recall the eleventh and twelfth decimal places of pi, Kyouko-san?”

“Eight and nine.”

That clinched it.

He hammered home his unthought-of theory. No way could he naturally rhyme an eight-syllable and nine-syllable Japanese word.

“Yes, well you know, piems in Japanese are tricky—with logograms, you could break ‘丸い’ into ‘maru’ ‘i’, ‘逆三角形’ into ‘gyaku’ ‘sankaku’ ‘kei’. A mnemonic is easier to remember, frankly.”

Kyouko-san was brutally frank.

“Starting with ‘round’ does certainly give a clue it is about pi—that is, the point of method number one. An expert might solve it in two seconds.”

Two seconds is going too far, even for with the hint. It is not clear whether the answer is correct or not… Until Yuinouzaka punched it into the safe himself, he could not rest easy.

Thinking this, as he rose from the sofa, the parlor door opened of its own accord—and in strode Officer Donma, manners cast aside.

The bookish man in spectacles.

He was chief investigator in the Fuchibuchi Yoshitoshi murder case, and it was he who had introduced Yuinouzaka to the forgetful detective; but the demeanor of him today was markedly different from their past conversation.

Of course, he had every right to come into this waiting room, having gone through proper channels and having made an appointment in advance, but it's not as if the police just came unannounced every day—The employee who had guided him here was visibly unsettled.

The men behind Officer Donma looked like detectives too… The air wqa thick with tension. At any rate, he didn't feel any warm feelings.

“Just as I prerequested,”

Said Kyouko-san in response to their entrance with a nonchalant air, without even getting up from her seat.

“Should I not contact you within thirty minutes, please come find me.”

(……?)

It didn't make sense—it was a more enigmatic declaration even than the cipher. What was that?

So all that hemming and hawing over cipjers, refusing to announce the solution, she was just stalling for time, was she? The meandering lecture had seemed unlike the reputed fastest detective. Was she watching the clock? Waiting for the police to arrive?

And why?

To turn him in?

“Y-you breached confidentiality!”

Yuinouzaka sputtered, knowing his protest futile.

How could this be.

It was stupid of him to swallow the detective's line about keeping secrets absolute confidential when he knew perfectly well that doctors were under the same obligation to report gunshot and knife wounds.

Here he had spilled everything about the address books and Fuchibuchi’s secret, on the pretext that she’d forget it all by tomorrow. No, wait—he’d only mentioned it after Kyouko-san had entered the room. How could she have ‘pre-requested’ information she didn’t yet know existed?

“I am not in violation of anything. It was you who breached confidentiality, Yuinouzaka-san. You've blown your own cover. I kept my promise—you didn't keep yours.”

With a cool smile, Kyouko-san added to the confusion. What was he supposed to have done?

…The detective could ‘prerequest’ information from the police—not about the address books, but about the murder?

Still, the message didn't point to him—

“With a ciphertext, you should seek the author’s intent, not a solution,”

She said, as if it were a question on a literature examination.

Or rather, one of legal interpretation.

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[spaceumbredoggos]

Ahhh fudge (f dash dash dash, mother of all dirty words). Am I really doing this again? Complaining to reddit about my own dumb paranoia? Has it really got to the point where the mods hide my posts. lol.

Anyways; welcome to part ireallydon'tknow.

I have started to keep a sleep journal of these occourences to bring up with my psychiatrist. I used up all of the health insurance money on wisdom teeth, sore shoulders, and traveler's diarrhea, so I have to wait until january before stuff actually gets into fruition.

I am not begging for attention. I am begging for this to stop.

Here are the dreams:

They tend to happen in clusters, having similar themes with the traingle guy himself. It started off with a demonic possession dream, and at the time, my folks were out of town. I was possessed by Bill Cipher, and was attacking them. I literally woke up screaming. like, I woke up, forgot that I was conscious, and was flat on my back screaming.

here's the big kicker

a couple weeks after, I got a text from my number neighbor warning me about some creature who changes form into "alternates" and goes around becoming his victims. I immediatley thought of the grand master of all things bad himself, Bill Cipher. He fucking changed FoRm in that dream. He changed his name and everything, saying he was namanad. I was terrified the next day, and doubly mortified to not hear back from my number neighbor. Was this a prank at a time where I was really weak in the mind? Or did he get them?

Woof, flash forward a couple more weeks and it's almost christmas. I had another Bill Cipher possession dream. Same frickin' concept as before, only this time, I motherfucking thrashed myself awake. Like, actually sort of acting out my dreams. My dog was fucking worried, so he gave me cuddles.

And then we leave off just a couple nights ago, where this happened:

I had a dream where Alex Hirsch was doing a small cipher hunt in my hometown, and I was really into it, chasing every clue and running into Alex Hirsch Himself. Well, right in the middle, he did some sort of seance where I started to get possessed by Bill Cipher, and Alex Hirsch was like “No!!! This wasn’t supposed to happen!!!” I was able to at first somewhat resist Bill, making him hop out of my body, but he came back taking full control. I woke up screaming and slapping myself in the face.

Slapping myself IN THE FUCKING FACE!!!!

I am now on a long awaited vacation, relaxing. I hope this shit goes away soon. Mods, don't dox me for crying out loud. I just want to sleep peacefully again. This doesn't happen every single night, but it happens often enough for it to be a fucking problem for everyone. I don't know what's happening anymore.

This was the last Reddit post.

Welp, time to figure out how to get to gravity falls. How to shake Bill’s hand… One problem. The statue is up a tree. I hope they take it down for the book promo. I know where it is. I just have to figure out how to get there. Bill was wrong when he thought I wasn’t motivated. He should’ve written a darker book. More gore. More murder. More melodramatic warrior cats references. I’m starting production on Ace’s and Oh’s immediately. First step is making the official writing playlist.

Why do I want to summon Bill? Morbid curiosity. Also, back in 2021, I said his name 3 times in a dark room. This time was different.

Story time!!! Warning, it’s a little depressing and insane.

So, my asshole piece of shit father got into another one of his screaming matches with my angel of a step mom. He left with me to the boat and I was devastated and didn’t know better. I felt like I needed Bill now more than ever. I had already been establishing some sort of connection with him, as he kept sporadically appearing in my dreams. That night, after my dad went to bed, I said his name three times out loud in the room I was sleeping in as well as the incantation. He briefly appeared in a dream I failed to remember.

I’m currently looking back at my old Reddit posts. There’s so much more it’s terrifying.

[sagehuntsargs]

the corn video (tm) analysis

OKAY SO ANOTHER DECODING

the ciphered text here is decoded as : https://youtube.com/@cornfieldsorrows

which only has this video.

the description is in hebrew and translates to "You made a big mistake" (oh no oh fuck what did we do gang)

and the bible section is this! (above)

the video itself features a dog barking and a distorted voice reciting of Psalm 59.

something super interesting is how this aspect of the psalm seems to contradict with the description - "I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. / Arise to help me; look on my plight!"

and this section - "They return at evening, / snarling like dogs, / and prowl about the city." is obviously a reference to the borzoi, a type of dog.

the video ends with two voices talking (i can't make out what they're saying; it might be in another language?) and then a voice repeatedly saying "destroy him", before we get a cut of the sun setting and a dog howling.

NOW,,

putting all this together seems to suggest that the borzoi (singular or multiple i am not sure) are this all-seeing threat (psalm 139:8 suggests that), perhaps as a sort of antithesis to the good of god??

and the reoccurring theme of corn is super interesting bc like

the idea of being surrounded by 'ears' = all listening

you can't see through it, it's a block

it also denotes rural areas so like, no one can hear you scream

and it has a liminal space feel to it

anyways ty for coming to my ted talk <3