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pickingupmymercedes · 2 months

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I want South - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, (p in v), oral sex

Also, wrap it before you tap it

wordcount: +2K

a/n: That top, those arms, THAT CHEST. Blame Lewis and his ability to get me horny.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT.

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The rhythmic clatter of her keyboard barely registered as Y/N navigated the labyrinthine spreadsheet on her laptop. Hours had melted away since Lewis had disappeared into the steamy confines of the bathroom, a hasty "Good luck with the media" thrown over her shoulder. Between the complex financial reports and the incessant ping of emails, she hadn't even noticed him leave.

Reaching a dead end, she leaned back in her chair, stretching out her neck. A quick scroll through Instagram was supposed to be a five-minute break, a mental breather before diving back into the work abyss. But instead, her breath caught in her throat as her feed exploded with photos. Lewis. In a tank top, but not just any tank top, mind you, but a ridiculously glittery low cut one that seemed determined to defy all laws of physics and hold onto what little fabric remained.

The offending garment offered more real estate to his sculpted arms and chest than it did to any semblance of modesty.

Oh, the audacity of that man. Knowing full well the chaos he could unleash with a single outfit choice, he'd strolled into the paddock like a bronzed Adonis on display. A playful desire to ruffle his feathers bubbled up, even if he was likely neck-deep in an engineer's meeting. Picking up her phone, she crafted the first text.

Y/N: "I want to go south."

A beat. Then another. Finally, a reply popped up on the screen.

Lewis: "What are you even talking about?"

She smirked. Clearly, her cryptic opener didn't land, so time to up the ante.

Y/N: "Your compass, baby. I want south."

There. A hint. A playful nudge in the direction of his, shall we say, exposed assets. Silence again. Maybe the meeting was more intense than she thought. Or maybe – just maybe – Lewis was finally catching on.

Lewis: "Are you stalking me on social media?"

A triumphant grin stretched across her face. He finally saw it. The news articles, the fan reactions, the absolute frenzy his outfit had caused.

Y/N: "Tits out Thursday?" she sent, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Or is it guns out all week?"

Another, longer pause this time. The anticipation was delicious, she was having way too much fun with that. Finally, his response arrived.

Lewis: "Wth with people not behaving on main?!"

Y/N: "At least Derik put something on you that covers the nipples. This time."

Suddenly, her phone buzzed violently. Not a text, but a video call. She answered with a raised eyebrow, ready for the fire Lewis was sure to unleash. But instead, the screen showed a face flushed, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

"You're in serious trouble" he said, his voice low and almost husky.

"Oh, am I?" she countered, meeting his gaze with a smirk.

He chuckled, a rich, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "When I get back to the hotel, prepare for a south-bound exploration"

The line went dead, leaving her hot under her shirt and a flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

Y/N eventually managed to refocus on her work, the playful banter with Lewis now a pleasant distraction lingering in her mind. But as the clock ticked on, the anticipation of his return began to build.

It was a couple of hours later when the door to their hotel suite swung open, and Lewis stepped in, now wearing a Mercedes shirt and the infamous top in hand. He leaned against the wall, clearing his throat until she looked at him, his gaze intense.

"Hello, miss explorer” he let out with a low voice, holding out the top that had cause do much distraction.

Y/N made a show of looking down at one of his t-shirts she had been wearing since the morning, no bras or shorts under, taking if off and leaving her in only lace panties. With a playful smirk and her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she threw the shirt on the bed and sauntered confidently towards him to retrieve the tank. “Thank you, Eric, I’d say” her voice full with amusement

As she took the top from his hand, she noticed how uncomfortable he seemed in his pants, a smirk playing on her lips. She enjoyed the teasing, reveling in the power she held over him in this moment. Putting on the tank, the piece of clothing hung dangerously low on her frame, the strings that were meant to be all the way to her shoulders acting as covers to her nipples. She could feel his gaze burning into her, and she savored every moment of it.

He swallowed hard at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire as she stood before him, clad only in the top and lace panties. The tension between them crackled in the air, a silent challenge passing between them as they locked eyes.

As Lewis closed the distance between them, Y/N could feel the tension in the air thickening. With each step he took closer to her the more he seemed to tower over her frame, even if they were almost the same size.

His eyes gleamed with amusement at her feistiness, but there was something more, something primal and undeniable simmering beneath the surface. She met his gaze through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips as she watched him approach.

His hand reached out, fingers grazing her cheek gently, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N's breath hitched as she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

Lewis tilted her chin up with a feather-light touch, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her heart race. There was a silent question hanging between them, a wordless invitation that neither of them could ignore.

Unable to resist any longer, he closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. It was like fire and ice colliding, a whirlwind of passion and desire consuming them both.

Y/N melted into him, her hands finding their way to his neck as she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the intoxicating taste of him. There was no room for restraint now, no need for words as Lewis lifted her effortlessly, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

As he laid her down on the bed, a last lingering kiss was exchanged before he stepped back, his gaze dark with desire as he pushed his shirt off, revealing the toned muscles of his chest.

Her fingers went straight to undo his belt and push his pants and underwear down, eager to feel his skin against hers. But he seemed in a hurry for no reason, his movements frantic and impatient.

"Hey," Y/N murmured softly, her voice a gentle reminder of the moment they shared. "Let me savor this."

He paused, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of longing and anticipation, he breathed, his voice husky with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

A tender smile graced her lips as she reached out to trace the compass tattoo on his chest, a silent reminder of her first text that afternoon. "I still want South, you know…" she whispered, her touch feather-light against his skin.

His breath hitched at her touch, a shiver running down his spine. "How could I forget?" he murmured; his voice laced with desire. Her fingers continued to trace the intricate lines of the compass tattoo on his chest, each featherlike touch sending a shiver of anticipation through his body.

Lewis sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her gently into his lap, their bodies fitting together. She was straddling him and had full access to his tattooed chest. He leaned back slightly, allowing her to explore every inch of the inked design with her fingers, his eyes never leaving hers.

"South, huh?" he replied, his voice husky with desire. " I'm more than willing to be your guide."

In her inner thigh she could feel his already semi hard dick, slightly jerking each time she moaned mid kiss into Lewis’ mouth. His fingers sent butterflies into her stomach each time he grabbed at her skin, almost as if he was searched for something to ground him to earth.

Unable to resist the pull of their desires any longer, her hands slid down his chest, reaching for his cock, but she stopped short when she heard him moan. "Okay there, champ?" she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

His hands immediately went to her covered pussy, covering her whole pelvis as his gaze held hers, desire burning in his eyes. "More than okay," he replied, his voice husky and low.

She chuckled softly, her fingers trailing lightly along his jawline as she leaned in to place a tender kiss on his lips. "I don’t think I could wait much longer" she murmured against his mouth, her breath mingling with his in the intimate space between them.

Y/n didn’t have to repeat for Lewis to pull her lace lingerie to the side and pull her up on his laps, brushing his tips a few times in her sleek, mixing hers to his own “No need for lube” his smile beaming with pride as he reveled in the fact, he could always get her there, even with almost no foreplay.

“Gloating then, are we?!” one of her hands came to wrap around his in his dick, signaling that she was more than ready and willing to take control. He let her, wrapping his fingers in her hips and paying his full attention on her face, waiting to see it contort with pleasure as she sunk into his hard member.

Her walls enveloped him tightly, her moans sending his own body into overdrive. She stopped and steadied herself halfway through, her controlled breathing a stark contrast to her beating heart. He caressed the skin between her hips and ass to sooth her, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Her head fell to the side as she resumed the descend until their thighs touched and her clit hit his pelvic bone “Gosh, you always make me so full”, she gasped, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desire.

He matched her rhythm with slow, deliberate thrusts upwards, his movements syncing perfectly with hers as they moved together in a dance of passion and desire. With each thrust, he felt her walls clench around him, her moans growing louder everything his dick brushed past that sweet spot.

Just as he felt her walls start to flutter around him, he reached for her clit, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. With one angled thrust, she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her climax, her moans filling the room as he pulled himself up and held her convulsing legs, savoring the feeling of her release still buried inside her.

As Y/N came back from her high, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on her back on the plush covers and pillows, Lewis's face inches from hers, his member still buried deep inside her.

"Hi," he murmured, his voice husky with a sweetly sick smile playing on his lips. With a swift movement, he pulled his top down from her body, exposing her breasts from the straps on both sides, and gave each of them a tender kiss.

Just as she thought he would linger in this moment of tenderness; his eyes grew dark again. Without warning, he started to hammer into her, his movements urgent and frenzied. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she surrendered to him.

His hands held her legs up, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper, his thrusts driving her wild with ecstasy, her nails finding in his chest the place to sink and ground her.

As Lewis picked up the pace, the rhythm of their bodies melded into one, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. A thin layer of sweat coated their skin, aiding the glide of his body on hers as they moved together.

As he approached his release, his movements became more urgent, more desperate, his need for release evident in every grunt. When she felt him start to falter, his thrusts losing their rhythm, his hands reached for her ass, pulling them apart to allow impossibly deeper access to her.

With each thrust, his tip hit her cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, her hands inadvertently reaching for his ass to try and make him thrust deeper, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their movements.

And just as she thought she couldn't take any more, she came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over her again. Lewis wasn't far behind, his own release tearing through him with a force that left him breathless.

But as he spilled himself into her, filling her with his semen, they both heard a knock at the door, pulling them both out of their frenzies.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle as Lewis huffed with annoyance, his face flushed with exertion as he glanced towards the door, a mixture of frustration and desire evident in his eyes as he shouted, still deep inside her, that they needed another hour to get ready.

The knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment, until finally, Lewis reluctantly pulled himself away from her, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. With a muttered curse, he made his way to the door, his movements slightly unsteady as he attempted to compose himself and hide his lower part with a towel he grabbed going for the door

Y/N watched him, now propped up on her elbow on the bed, a playful smirk playing on her lips as she reveled in the sight of him, disheveled and breathless, his desire for her still evident in every line of his body.

As Lewis opened the door to reveal Daniel standing on the other side, a sheepish grin on his face, she couldn't help but laugh as Daniel’s brain processed the state of the room and Y/n wearing the glittery top on the bed, a gasp coming from his throat before he muttered "Right, another hour then?! Make it two.” Already on his way to his own room, hands on his eyes and Lewis closing the door.

“I think we could have some fun with that extra hour” his eyes darkening again as he approached her on the bed, his fingers finding his seed now seeping out of her pussy.

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tobiasdrake · 2 months

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Fun Fact: Goku fights smarter. Vegeta fights harder.

As a martial artist, Goku's developed and cultivated his skills over the course of his life, mastering a variety of creative techniques and, more importantly, honing his mind. A quick-thinking and analytical counter-fighter, Goku prides himself on a creative and clever dismantling of his adversary's capabilities.

This is where Goku excels as a fighter. He's a formidable martial artist in his own right but when pressured, he falls back on a generally high understanding of violence and a creative mind for opening solutions. He reads his opponent's style and abilities, finds its weaknesses, and exploits them.

This, incidentally, is part of what what made Majin Buu such an insurmountable hurdle for him.

Majin Buu is a taffy monster made of magic who defies even this universe's conventional physics. He has no fighting style; He just does things, and his infinitely regenerative body and supreme liquid flexibility leaves no weaknesses to exploit.

He cannot be fought the way Goku fights.

For his own style, Goku has one particular signature technique and a couple other moves he's picked up from others. His mainstay is the Kamehameha. But he's innovated a wide variety of ways in which the Kamehameha can be used, based on the needs of his situation.

Goku's used the technique in a variety of ways, such as using it for propulsion instead of as an attack.

Bending it around the opponent's defense for a surprise attack.

Making stationary torpedos that he can fire at will to startle and disorient his adversary.

The coolest attack in Dragon Ball history YES I SAID IT. Learning to teleport? Cool. Kamehameha? Cool. Teleporting in while charging the Kamehameha in order to throw it directly under your opponent's guard before he even has an instant to react? Top-tier.

Point is, this is who Goku is as a fighter. Brilliant and innovative, bringing a great deal of cleverness and creativity to his fights. He breaks down his opponent's technique and adapts himself to the needs of the situation at hand.

Vegeta is also highly observant and analytical. Do not mistake me for calling him stupid. He makes plans of his own, and his greatest asset is his ability to follow everything happening on the field at once. It is next to impossible to get the drop on this man.

Vegeta pays attention.

Vegeta is always paying attention. He splits his focus incredibly well and quickly interprets what he's seeing and hearing with a critical eye. He misses nothing.

He is. Always. Paying attention. The one time someone actually managed to get the drop on him - and I cannot stress this enough - it was a person Vegeta did not know existed because he had not been a part of this battle up to this point.

Am I saying that Yajirobe's cowardice saved the world by not revealing his presence to Vegeta until this fateful moment? Yes. Yes, I am saying that. We literally have a counter-example from someone Vegeta did know and account for to contrast it with.

Vegeta is always paying attention. Unless he doesn't know you exist.

So. Yeah. Vegeta is incredibly brilliant and observant. But what he's not is a martial artist. Vegeta, instead, is a soldier. He's comfortable in the realm that overwhelming power creates.

Vegeta hits hard.

He hits very hard.

He hits very, very, VERY hard.

In fact, Vegeta hits harder than Goku does. That's not to say that Vegeta is stronger than Goku; Vegeta and Goku go back and forth on who's stronger in the given moment over the course of the series. But Vegeta's attacks are stronger than Goku's.

To understand what that means, you need to understand that certain kinds of ki attacks have a multiplying effects on their user's strength. Attacks such as the Kamehameha or the Makankosappo, which concentrate ki before firing it, produce a much greater level of ki than their user's standard power output.

When charging a Kamehameha, Goku's battle power reading on the Scouter rises dramatically. This is the secret of techniques like the Kamehameha: they concentrate ki into a point before releasing it all at once, like pulling the pin on a grenade.

As concentration moves go, the Kamehameha isn't actually that great. The versatility and creativity that Goku brings to it is what makes it so formidable. Pound for pound, it kinda sucks. Piccolo's Makankosappo here makes the Kamehameha look like noob shit.

This kind of ability is non-standard among ki attacks, which are typically like throwing long-range punches. In fact, it's super-rare among the Planet Trade to be able to do this. Raditz had never even heard of a move like this.

Vegeta had. He knew of exactly one.

I am so sorry to do this to you but we're going to have to talk about battle power numbers here for a moment. Vegeta's clocked at 18,000 BP as of his battle with Goku on Earth; it's brought up a few times in the Namek arc.

Goku, iconically, is OVER 9000 8000!!!

At the moment Vegeta and Goku's attacks meet, Goku is channeling the Kaio-ken x3 which is exactly what it sounds like. He's inflated the ki inside his body to 300% capacity. The drawback is that his body is now an overinflated balloon ready to pop at any moment from all this swelled and bloated ki inside of him. But the gain is that he's outputting 300% power.

At this point in time, Vegeta has a battle power of 18,000. Goku, formerly >8,000 is now >>>24,000. Goku, further, is using the Super Kamehameha rather than the regular one he used against Raditz, which brings with it a higher level of power multiplication.

Nonetheless, the Galick Gun is winning against the Super Kamehameha. Goku is forced to resort to a x4 Kaio-ken - which does leave his body utterly destroyed and incapable of continuing the fight - in order to have enough power to overcome a superior magnification from a weaker opponent.

We see another direct comparison between the two in the Cell arc. That killer Warp Kamehameha fired point-blank into Cell when he least suspects it, which hits him dead-on and unloads its absolute maximum power into him? It does this.

Brutal. If Cell didn't have both Frieza's ability to survive ludicrous levels of harm and Piccolo's regeneration, it would have been over right here. Meanwhile, a glancing blow from Vegeta's Final Flash left him looking like this.

Despite Vegeta being far less powerful than Goku was when he fired that move, the effect is about the same - With implication that if Vegeta hadn't pulled the Final Flash back at the last second to avoid destroying the Earth, he would have erased Cell completely.

Goku's shot hit Cell point-blank and full-on to do about as much damage, albeit with deadlier aim in terms of killing a humanoid being.

This is the distinction between Goku and Vegeta as fighters. Vegeta is very smart, and Goku is very strong. Neither of them is lacking in intelligence or power. But they are philosophically very different fighters.

Pound for pound, Vegeta's moves hit harder than Goku's. He is the unparalleled master in taking the power he has and channeling it into as much destructive force as humanly possible.

On the flipside of that coin, when backed into a corner, Vegeta falls back on outputting as much direct force as he can. Goku gets to thinking his way around the problem at hand and devising a creative answer.

Goku is a surgical scalpel. Vegeta is a warhammer.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #son goku #vegeta

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were Roomates (part 3)

A/N: Wahoou... I didn't expect this to get so much appreciation. I remind everyone that i accept tips even thought my content stays entirely free for everyone as i don't really do this for money but for my horny demon persona. This is probably getting more parts at this point

accepting some headcanons, situation ideas for these two as i'm slowly running out, it might take me longer to write if i can't find stuff.

TW: violence, blood, crusing, etc.

Love ya'll enjoy.

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You frowned, trying to make your laptops fit in your bag. You were heavily frustrated today.

It didn't exactly differ from your mood for the past three weeks. THREE WEEKS. He was gone for three weeks and you had 0 news. You stopped fighting with the zipper of your bag to sigh.

Of course, as if the situation wasn't frustrating enough, you had spent the last week on a mission with a team who's sergeant hated your guts. Sergeant Keller. You were just hoping to end this as soon as possible. Avoiding the sergeant was now your top priority. You had managed to get on his last nerve by defying him at the meeting and proposing a plan that was better than his. The furious look he had sent your way promised havok if he found you alone. Which you totally were right now.

The sound of footsteps made you freeze. Spinning around you cursed.

"Sergeant…"

You didn't have time to finish, thanks to the punch to your sternum making you drop to your knees, breath caught in your lungs.

Fuck…

"You are a little bitch."

The remark passed through you like a yawn. What bothered you the most was the blows you might receive. He wouldn't kill you, or actually hurt you badly because you were still a valuable asset to the government and the military. But he'd still make it painful.

"You're… just… mad… I'm better than you…" you hissed through breaths.

This time the kick to your ribs made you whimper. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he lowered himself next to you.

"Stop fucking acting like you're a hero. You're a fucking terrorist. You should be dead, a bullet through the brain. Know your damn place."

He hissed through gritted teeth.

"You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" you teased.

The two other kicks, one to your stomach the other landing on your wrist were expected.

You couldn't let yourself be spoken like that… it hurt but fuck you weren't going to let him talk down to you.

You were hunched over on the floor, hand over your ribs, and right wrist badly hurting.

The sergeant threw you one last glance before heading out. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You took several minutes trying to calm down the pain before standing up, grabbing your things and darting out. The cold hair made you huff out little clouds. The 21st of December… you had spent many Christmases alone… but you didn't feel as lonely as you did right now.

You bit your lip. Keeping the tears at bay… but had long lost this fight.

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The way home was spent crying. You were thankful no one was out at this Wonderful late hour. You had managed to reach your apartment door, tears blurring your vision, and your aching side and wrist throbbing.

Your hand was shaking as you put the key in the lock. You pushed the door open slamming it behind you. You locked it, heading for the living room. You let your things drop on the couch. You spun around to the counter, flinching heavily as you sat down on one of the stools. You tried to breathe through the pain, throat burning as you tried to keep yourself from crying even more.

Suddenly your ears picked up a sound from behind. Jumping down and turning around you froze.

The silence was deafening. Rage and pain filled your brain. How dare he? Just… what?!

"Sparrow-"

"What the fuck?!" You half screamed, tears now freely falling.

"Sparrow." His tone now much more firm. "Are you alright?"

You chuckled, throwing the most cynical smile you could find in you.

"I'm amazing." You hissed.

"Stop. What's wrong? What happ-"

"None of your business." You spat.

You were furious. You were absolutely broken and in pain. He walked up to you, leaving a few steps in between.

God… you had missed his eyes… you mentally cursed yourself at the thought.

"I know you're angry. But tell me."

"Angry? You think I'm angry? I'm furious! You left ! Without a word! I'm in pain!"

That was true. Physical and mentally. You were trying to keep your voice down. But his words kept repeating in your mind. 'we're not friends'.

You took a deep breath, both staying silent for a long minute.

"Sparrow… tell me."

You closed your eyes for a second.

"Why?" You asked.

You looked at him, eye to eye for once. You were genuinely asking him.

"Don't tell me you care… you made it clear. We're not friends."

"Sparrow.."

"No. No. Not this time."

You felt the heavy crush of your exhausted mind and body. You wanted to escape. You needed to. You walked around him. He grabbed your bruised wrist making you whimper in pain.

The silence after was tense. His gaze had heavily darkened. He was… furious.

"Who?" Was all he asked. His tone was the coldest you ever heard him.

You walked to the cupboard, your initial destination, grabbing something inside. You ignored his question entirely. You placed the black mug on top of the counter. He eyed it. A white skull was drawn on it, with the letters lieutenant Riley. You had it made for him as a Christmas present.

"I figured, you hate Christmas. Though I read no stupid file, it was kind of obvious." You started. Eyes not leaving the object. "I still bought you a Christmas gift. And I know it's not Christmas yet, but. I don't think we'll spend it together."

You looked up at him. "Now you can hate me as much as you want…" you whispered.

You didn't wait for any answer at all. You simply headed to your room, locking the door behind you. You got into bed, wincing at the bruises now forming all over your skin. You cried. Letting the tears and tiredness take you to sleep.

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The morning was rough. You had called Laswell, informing her that you were unable to get to base that morning. She gave you immediate permission to work from home. You sighed. Getting up, you threw one of your signature baggy shirts that reached the middle of your thighs. Your eyes were puffy. You could see it in your bedroom mirror. The bruise on your wrist was bad but the one on your ribs was nasty.

You made sure that your long sleeves hid the bruise.

Your ears picking up sounds very unusual to your apartment made you frown. Multiple voices could be heard from the living room.

You opened the door, curious. You could hear ghost's raspy voice. You also managed to hear captain price's. You walked to the living freezing at the entrance. Many eyes were now stuck on you.

"Hum…" you tried.

Ghost was the first to move, straightening himself as he scanned your body, wrist, down to your naked thighs.

You blushed. You were a bit too underdressed suddenly. He was back after all. And he … had … guests?

"Ah ! Miss sparrow!" Price smiled happily.

His smile was so contagious you couldn't keep yourself from smiling back.

"Good morning captain price" you answered with a smile.

He walked to you, surprising you with a hug. A very suspicious hug as he barely squeezed you. It was more… testing the waters. As if, checking for any injuries. You still hugged him back. The rest of the men in the living room were still staring at you. They all had a giddy smile on their faces.

"Here. Let me present to you the rest of the squad." He said, positioning himself behind you, hands on your shoulders.

"This is sergeant John soap McTavish." He explained, pointing to the man with a mohawk.

"Hi!" He greeted, the taint of a Scottish accent on his voice.

"This is Kyle gaz Garrick."

The man with a cap stood and threw a wink at you. He sat down back down rather quickly for some reason.

"And this is Colonel Alejandro Vargas. Not really part of the squad but he's here on permission for a month."

The man stood walking to you, taking your hand delicately in his, dropping a kiss before smiling.

"A pleasure." His voice tainted with an accent as well.

You blushed. Sending a smile to everyone.

"And gentlemen this is… sparrow." He said.

He didn't have much more information to add so you did.

"I'm a hacker. I work for the military but I was actually your enemy a few years ago… my code name is sparrow."

The man with a mohawk, now Soap to you jumped at the information. Fear reached you, thinking that once more… this would be like sergeant Keller.

"You're a hacker?! Fuck that's so cool!"

You smiled, relieved.

"We were going to have breakfast. Would you like to join us?" Price invited.

"LT got muffins!" Soap added.

You glanced at the man in a balaclava, eyes widening as you saw him stand against the counter, a black mug in hand. He… was using your gift. The realisation making something burn in you.

"Hum… sure." You answered, smiling at the men.

Everyone answered at the same time a variation of happy words. Quickly interrupted by a very familiar raspy voice.

"She's going to change first."

Everyone turned to ghost.

"I..am?" You suddenly questioned his behavior.

He walked up to you, price stepping back from you.

"Sure, we'll wait. We'll prepare everything." Price said, with what seemed to be a signature smile on his lips. Ghost softly wrapped his fingers around your good wrist and positioned his palm at the small of your back, beckoning you to walk back to your bedroom with him.

Once inside he closed the door behind him. You were still mad at him, even though it seemed to fade by the minute. You decided that pushing his buttons would make your point.

"Why do I have to change? I don't want to change." You spoke, crossing your arms over your chest.

He froze in place looking at you. You could feel his eyes traveling down your thighs. You blushed heavily. Without a single word he managed to answer. So you teased even more. A bitter feeling at the words.

"I don't think your teammates are interested. And I don't think you'd care if they-"

"Listen carefully." He threatened now closing in, trapping you between the desk and his body, hands on either side of your body. Slightly hunched over you to get to your eye level.

"If Vargas looks at your thighs with that 'i want to fuck it' look again, I'm beating the fuck out of him in the living room."

You gasped, eyes glued to him. Was he…jealous?

"Now you do whatever you want." He said in a low voice.

"Are you jealous…" you answered in a low voice.

He flinched slightly.

"No." He quickly answered.

Of course not. Why did that thought ever cross your mind?

"Whatever… I have to get to base anyway…" you mumbled.

"We'll take you." He said, moving back and taking a last glance at you before stepping out.

You stood there confused for a few seconds. This man was unreadable. Terribly confusing. One moment he hated you, the other he threatened to beat up his friend because he was checking you out. You sighed, heading for your closet.

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You were in the noisy car as you drove to the base with everyone. You had surprisingly spent a very pleasant morning with everyone, heading back to the base after lunch. You had to, unfortunately you needed to get back on the mission and you needed to be with the team for that.

You weren't exactly excited to see Sergeant Keller. You just hoped you'd stay out of his radar.

Arriving in the middle of the warehouses and building, ghost parked. Everyone jumped out of the vehicle, you following carefully trying to not wince. Ghost kept his eyes on you and it was hard hiding the injuries.

"What time you done sparrow?" Soap asked.

"Hum… don't really know…" you answered genuinely not knowing when you'd get out of the hell of a room you were about to get to.

"We can wait for you, we all have time to lose." Gaz added.

You were now incredibly sure ghost had somehow told them about the bruises he saw on your wrist.

"I don't know…" you tried.

"We'll wait. Text me when you're done." Ghost ordered.

You looked at him, deliberately rolling your eyes at him before heading into the building.

You could hear soap and gaz laughing before quickly shutting up.

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The hours flew by you, and you were pretty glad of that. You just wanted to go back home. You were also very glad that the mission was finally coming to an end. Your part would be over tonight, so you'd be far away from sergeant Keller.

The clock showed 7pm. You watched everyone as they put away their stuff. Grabbing your phone, you texted ghost.

-"I'm done. In case you actually waited…

- "Copy."

You rolled your eyes again. You were putting down your phone when another notification rang.

"Of course I waited. We're out front."

You felt a ping in your heart. What was going on? Why was he so… protective all of a sudden? You stood up grabbing your things when a sharp pain to your ribs made you yelp.

Turning around you saw Sergeant Keller behind you. The asshole had poked exactly where he had kicked you the day before.

"You and I need to have a little talk." He threatened.

You looked around. The room was empty. Fuck. And of course you were caged in between the table and him. The door to your right would be hardly attainable.

"You really adore me don't you sergeant?" you teased, a little shiver of anxiety running through you.

"You have such a big mouth. Somebody ought to make you shut it."

The slap across your faces stung. You had managed somehow to bite your lip in the process, little droplets of blood on your tongue. God damn it.

"I literally didn't do shit this time Keller." You rang, rage slightly rushing through you.

"You're right. Just thought I'd make you remember your place one last time. So you wouldn't go pretending to be part of the good guys again."

"I AM part of the good guys for fucks sake!" You yelled.

He grabbed your throat. Making you grab his wrist.

"You think playing around with your little laptop after you were hunted down for multiple crimes makes you good? You think this is your redemption arc? Fucking idiot"

You hissed as he pressed against your ribs again. He let go of your neck, now grabbing your bruised wrist and squeezing. You yelped in pain. Of course… using the already bruised parts not to add anymore evidence.

"Fuck… stop Keller!" You yelled through gritted teeth.

"Little bitch." He answered, a punch to your bruised ribs, this time making you cry out in pain, vision darkening at the intensity.

You barely heard him walk in. You didn't fully understand why Keller was thrown across the room. When the pain was finally slightly down you looked up, eyes widening at the sight. Ghost had Keller by the throat against the wall. He had apparently punched him already, as by the evident blood running down Keller's nose.

"Ghost…" you tried.

"Get out." He ordered.

"What..?" You asked, shocked.

"Soap and price are waiting. Get. Out!" He ordered, barking the last word.

You flinched, but moved, hand over your ribs, running out. You heard Keller get punched one more time.

Fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes stung with tears. Throwing open the heavy metal door, cold air biting at your skin, your eyes searched for price and soap. They were right in front, heads turning to you, instantly running as they saw the blood on your lip.

"Sparrow!" Your heard soap.

You breathed heavily. Ears slightly ringing. Price and soap stood next to you inspecting you.

"Ghost…" you tried.

"What?" Soap urged.

"He's… he's beating up Keller… you got to stop him!" You yelled.

Alejandro and gaz showed up running up to price. Price cursed heavily.

"Alejandro gaz! Stay with her, soap, with me!" He yelled.

Soap and price rushed past you, as Alejandro and gaz surrounded you.

"You're alright princess.." Alejandro said, a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine… I'm fine… it's just a few scratches." You reassured.

You turned around staring at the metal door. You were shivering. It was probably the cold… or probably the panic coursing through you. You were so thankful that he had shown up. But you were extremely worried about the trouble he was going to get into because of you.

"Come on.. sparrow get in the car." Gaz asked.

"N-no… I… ghost " you stumbled over your words.

"He's coming back, don't worry. Price and soap are with him." Alejandro tried.

"No!" A whimper escaped your lips.

Your brain was a fuzz. You didn't know exactly what you were feeling. Any anger towards him had vanished. You were worried, you needed to see him.

"Come on Sparrow, we're taking you home."

You shook your head, making you even dizzier than you already were.

"We'll bring him back, we promise." Gaz assured.

You took a deep breath finally following them into the car. Tears fell down your cheeks, the cold hair had helped them turn your cheeks red.

You glanced one last time towards the door before Alejandro and gaz drove out.

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robertreich · 2 years

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Is Crypto Really Going To Crash? (Yes)

Crypto is going to crash and could take your savings with it.

In June 2022, Bitcoin dropped over 30 percent to its lowest values since December 2020, and Ethereum, the second-most valuable cryptocurrency, fell about 35 percent. TerraUSD, a so-called “stablecoin,” also collapsed when its underlying cryptocurrency LUNA lost 97 percent of its value in just 24 hours, apparently destroying some investors’ life savings. The implosion helped trigger a crypto meltdown that erased $300 billion in value across the market.

As cryptocurrency prices plummeted, Celsius Network — an experimental cryptocurrency lender — announced it was freezing withdrawals “due to extreme market conditions.”

These crypto crashes and freezes have fueled worries that the complex crypto banking and lending system is on the brink of ruin.

But this crash shouldn’t surprise anyone familiar with the industry – or anyone who remembers the financial crashes of 1929 and 2008.

Let me explain.

In the murky world of crypto decentralized finance, known as DeFi, it’s hard to understand who provides money for loans, where the money flows, or how easy it is to trigger currency meltdowns.

There are no standards for issues of custody, risk management, or capital reserves. There are no transparency requirements. Investors often don’t know how their money is being handled. Deposits are not insured.

It’s a Ponzi scheme. Like all Ponzi schemes, getting rich depends on how many other investors follow you into it – until somebody’s left holding the worthless crypto coin.

Why isn’t this market regulated? Follow the money.

The crypto industry is pouring huge amounts into political campaigns. It has hired scores of former government officials and regulators to lobby on its behalf — including three former chairs of the Securities and Exchange Commission, three former chairs of the Commodity Futures Trading Commission, three former U.S. senators, and even former Treasury Secretary Larry Summers.

In the past, cryptocurrencies kept rising by attracting new investors and big Wall Street money, along with celebrity endorsements. But all Ponzi schemes topple eventually – just like the Wild West finances of the 1920s did.

Back then, Americans had been getting rich by speculating on shares of stock, as other investors followed them into these risky assets — pushing their values ever upwards. When the toppling occurred in 1929, it plunged the nation and the world into the Great Depression.

That crash resulted in the Glass-Steagall Act, signed into law by Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1933. Glass-Steagall separated commercial banking from investment banking, putting an end to the giant Ponzi scheme that had overtaken the American economy and led to the Great Crash of 1929.

It took a full generation to forget that crash and allow the forces that caused it to repeat their havoc.

By the mid-1980s, as the stock market soared, speculators noticed they could make even more money if they gambled with other people’s money, as speculators did in the 1920s. They pushed Congress to deregulate Wall Street, arguing that the United States financial sector would otherwise lose its competitive standing internationally.

The final blow was in 1999, when the Clinton administration succumbed to intensive lobbying and ditched what remained of Glass-Steagall. With its repeal, American finance once again became a betting parlor.

Inevitably, Wall Street suffered another near-death experience when its Ponzi schemes began toppling in 2008, just as they had in 1929. While the U.S. government bailed out the biggest banks and financial institutions, millions of Americans lost their jobs, their savings, and their homes – but only a single banking executive went to jail. In the wake of the 2008 financial crisis, a new but watered-down version of Glass-Steagall was enacted — the Dodd-Frank Act.

Which brings us — nearly a century after Glass-Steagall — to today’s crypto crash.

If we should have learned anything from the crashes of 1929 and 2008, it’s that regulation of financial markets is essential. Otherwise they turn into Ponzi schemes — leaving small investors with nothing and endangering the entire economy.

It’s time for the Biden administration and Congress to end the crypto Ponzi scheme. In the meantime, share this video so your friends and family don’t fall for it.

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chaifootsteps · 2 months

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If what Goose said about TADC being inspired by I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream is still true then my theory is the following,

Cain is a faulty AI whose main function isn't to be an entertainer and ringmaster but a jailor and correctioner. He cannot create an exit because the Tent wasn't supposed to release those that come in, he censors every swear even tho the cast are all adults because his faulty programming as a correctioner takes any infraction to the extreme, the games he gave to the cast are doing chores (episode 1) and playing the role of selfless heroes (episode 2)

With this in mind, the implication is that the cast aren't the best of people. That's something obvious with Jax in there however I'm not saying they're all in the same league as him. They all did something previously and while that wasn't anything like what Jax got sent there for, the result remained the same. Alternatively, some of them might be like Pomni : She recalled willingly putting the game headset, is aware of the tech and gaming vocab (collision box, under the map, assets, ...) and knew how to trigger bugs. She could have been a game testor for the digital circus while some of the others were different kinds of workers at C & A

The world outside of the digital circus might not be good. It could be depressing and dystopian compared to the circus if the visuals of episode 1 told us anything. There might be nothing anymore to go back to

Abstraction sounds a lot like the ultimate fate in the IHNMAIMS book. However that state came to be because the characters successfully managed to defy and outsmart the AI incharge : It was a punishment. Abstraction could be the same thing, it isn't a condition born out of despair and insanity but because the purpose of the circus was figured out by those afflicted. Despair and insanity could still be at play however in the way abstraction can be transmitted : Only two characters were affected by it as of episode 2 and those were Ragatha and Pomni, who both voiced clear despair about their situation out of all the cast in episode 1

This theory isn't perfect but it was a fun thought experiment

Hey, the best part of a brand new show is the thought experiments, and TADC is especially fertile ground for them! Thanks for sharing this yours!

#Anonymous #the amazing digital circus #actual blog post

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amitsuklagoa · 11 months

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Revolutionizing Finance: DeFi Asset Management Explained

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fastfoward · 4 months

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epilogue, first draft

Over a thousand years ago a great demon was unleashed upon the world. Unimaginably cruel and just as powerful, it ravaged the land and killed untold amounts of people simply for fun. Luckily for the world, there was a small band of warriors who managed to take on the demon and eventually bring it down. Then, they tried to learn where this demon came from and they learned it was placed there by the gods themselves. The demon had grown so powerful the gods did not know what to do with it and unleashed it upon humanity, knowing that a strong band of heroes would arise.

The band of warriors did not take this information as well as the gods had hoped. They judged the action of the gods unfair and unwise. That it was unfair for humanity to fix the gods’ mistakes. They argued and argued, and soon the argument became physical. The small troup of warriors took on the gods in battle. They won.

The battle was brutal and destructive. The planet itself shook and cracked open and split into three pieces. As a last act the gods defied logic and made it so the world would remain as such even if it was split into pieces, each third remaining close, but not touching, one another. The band of warriors then disbanded, each heading down their own paths.

The Free Kingdom of Corralina

Life remained somehow relatively unchanged in one third of the world. The land was governed by independent citystates, though all bent the knee to the Wandering King, one of the godslayers. The land was ravaged by wild and terrible monsters, travel was difficult and technological progress recessed. However, people survived and learned how to fight back. Cities fortified and developed new techniques to hunt down the wild monsters. Magic was rediscovered. Soon, monsters stopped being a threat and instead became a resource. Monster parts were used to develop stronger weapons and more powerful spells. The Free Kingdom of Corralina became renowned for its powerful warrior-mages, keeping would-be invaders from the other thirds at bay.

When one reaches maturity in the The Free Kingdom, or when one becomes accepted as a citizen, they receive a small silver goat horn. Whenever someone is in trouble and confronted with dangers they cannot handle, they may blow this horn; if the Wandering King hears it, he will rush to the rescue with his eternal bride of iron, and obliterate whatever danger is there. In exchange, all the King will ask is to pay up any unpaid due taxes.

The Corporate Real-Estate Holdings of ActionDeath

Life changed considerably in one third of the world. The industry capital of the old world grew immeasurably up until it covered the entirety of all available landmass, ruled by two of the godslayers. They combined their assets, technology and enchantments to twist the very meaning of life and death, forever altering what it even meant to be human. No gold is exchanged in the land of ActionDeath, the only payment the Corpo-Government will exchange for goods and services is mortality. The lifespan of beings can be removed, added and exchanged through proprietary processes and rules all legal exchanges. A land where one lives to die. A land where one must die to live. Oddly enough, when asked people will report they preferred things this way, preferred this to how life was in the olden days. They answer this sincerely.

Technology has advanced at an accelerated rate in this land. Both cybertronics and biohacking have become common aspects of daily life. Progress in health technology has skyrocketed and some of the lucky few live in impossibly luxurious comfort; but even the lower classes of society have access to all the food and entertainment they need to subsist. As long as the engine of progress are still running, life will continue in one shape or another.

The Holy Bassin for The New World’s Goddess

Life became… confusing, in one third of the world. The death of the old gods left a spiritual vacuum to be filled, and while many pretenders emerged they all either imploded or eradicated one another. All except for one curious pair, a brother and sister duo, two of the godslayers. The sister was an odd one but could perform indescribable miracles. She would effortlessly create pure energy which could be used to power homes and vehicles. She would affect the weather to help farms and nature be at their best, and she would, in some way, transform the minds of those who fit ill in this society. She communicates strictly through metaphors though luckily her brother always stays at her side, ready to translate her wisdom to the common folk.

The old gods were declared devils, and She to be the one true god, having banished them to hell. For the spiritually inclined, the Holy Bassin is a living paradise. In this land of plenty, technology and scientific progress has stagnated. The Arts, however, have flourished. It is common for people of this land to go on a pilgrimage and explore the other two third, but rarely are they ready for such trips, and rarely do they come back alive.

Be mindful. Happiness is mandatory. Happiness will be enforced.

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As for me? I dunno. I never fit in well with the other godslayers. I had a bit of a temper, I’ll admit, and my relationship with most was never really positive. In fact it was downright adversarial sometimes. But all that is in the past now. I’ve been wandering across the world, I have a bit of a route I like to follow. Turns out monster parts, techno gadgets and pure raw energy are incredibly useful and praised outside their homelands. I don’t ask for much in return, just some place to sleep, and a chance to listen to the people. I’ve spent my youth with the godslayers and I think… I think I forgot what it was to be… them. A person. All the experiences of being a human. It’s been over a thousand years now, honestly I’ve completely lost track, and honestly? I don’t think I’ve completely caught up with those experiences.

#don't worry about anything

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