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revelation

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: billy's questioning leads to more than one epiphany you weren't ready for.

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, lots of angst, billy being the shithead he is

word count: 4.2k

a/n: I know y'all were big mad at me last update. I don't know if this one makes up for it or not. but...enjoy. :) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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Flickers of flesh colored light began to flash in your brain. It was as if each of your senses were rebooting one by one, your body slowly clawing its way out of the darkened abyss you’d been lost in. Murmurs of conversation and clinks of metal crept into your eardrums. While that sickly sweet artificial chemical taste lingered on your tongue, a dull throbbing was emanating from the back of your head. Trying to inhale a deep breath, a familiar strong cologne seemed to flip the switch of consciousness. 

“Ah, there she is.”

As your eyes fluttered open, you fought through the haze of disorientation, forcing your vision to clear. A blur of green approached slowly, and after blinking a few times, the fuzzy silhouette came into focus. Billy knelt down in front of you, a serpentine smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth. 

Your bones felt like they were made of stone, but when you tried to move, you realized it wasn’t just a mental restriction, but also a physical one. Glancing downwards, you saw that your wrists and legs had been bound to the chair you were in with black leather straps. White hot rage struck through your nervous system like a bolt of lightning. 

“What the hell is going on?”

“You tell me.”

“I'm the one tied to a chair here, asshole.”

Billy let out an amused chuckle at your sharp snap, his dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Just a precaution, darlin’. I've seen you in action, and I like my face the way it is.”

Narrowing your eyes in resentment, your lips were set in a tight line as you clenched your jaw while simultaneously clenching your fists. Billy’s eyes flickered down to your hands before returning to your heated glare, and he let out a deep exhale through his nose. Standing up fully, he grabbed a wooden crate to his left and dragged it over towards you. After sitting down on the edge of it and folding his arms over his chest, he gave a faint nod of his head in your direction.

“I need to know what you know.”

“About what?”

“Frank and Madani.”

Pure annoyance laced with confusion quickly creased between your brows, and your exasperation was evident in your tone.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Billy. That’s what this is about? I told you I don't know anything. Okay, whatever you and Madani have Frank working on-”

Billy suddenly cut you off, snapping his fingers before pointing his index finger in your direction.

“Ah, see, that right there. Madani and I don't work together. We never have. Anvil has a contract with Homeland, but my business is with them, not her.”

Billy paused for a moment, letting those words linger in the air. He searched your face for any flicker of recognition that would give you away, but all he could see in your expression was perplexity. And that you were royally pissed off. Either you had one hell of a poker face, or you truly didn’t know anything. He was determined to find out.

“And I haven't assigned anything to Frank in almost two months, because he told me he needed some personal time to take care of somethin’. So imagine my surprise when you tell me that he’s got some business goin’ on with me and Madani.”

Every word that left Billy’s lips left you feeling confused. It was like he was single handedly ripping up the pieces of what you thought you knew regarding this entire situation with Frank. The ferocity of your anger dulled slightly, becoming overshadowed by disillusionment. 

“I…I don't understand.”

“Well that makes two of us.”

In an instant, your brain began to replay every single conversation with Frank over the last two months, trying to figure out what you were missing. You could feel in your gut that the answer was right in front of your face, but you were struggling to figure it out, and it left you feeling immensely frustrated. Dropping your gaze to the concrete floor beneath your feet, your eyes darted back and forth, like you were reading some invisible text written in the cracks.

I’m helpin’ Madani with somethin’. 

It’s personal.

Those were the key phrases that kept popping up in your head. They were the ones sticking out from the rest, and your foggy brain was relentlessly trying to figure out why. Closing your eyes, you tried to shift your mindset. You had to treat this like a story. You had to walk through what you knew, sort through the pieces Frank had given you, and connect the red string on the mental evidence board in your brain.

Thinking back to the conversation where you’d confronted Frank at his apartment about his strange behavior, you willed your brain to focus on what he’d said, and how he said it.

“He…he said he had a new assignment.”

Billy had been watching you closely, paying attention to the flash of varying emotions crossing your face. He could see that you were trying to figure something out in your head, and your words made him sit up straighter. 

“What did he say the assignment was?”

You remembered Frank looking remorseful as he sat on his couch, trying to explain the situation, but he had also looked…guarded. He didn’t maintain eye contact with you the entire time, which was strange, and when he did look at you, there had been something in his eyes besides guilt. It was a flicker of something you couldn’t decipher, because he was hiding it from you. Whatever it was, he didn’t want you to see it.

“He didn’t. He just said it was personal. He wouldn’t tell me anything about it.”

“What did he tell you?”

That feeling of frustration you’d felt during that initial conversation bubbled up once again, and you let out an irritated exhale through your nose as you opened your eyes and tilted your head back to look upwards. Wherever Billy had you, it appeared to be underground. There weren’t any windows, and the fluorescent overhead lights were harsh, aggravating your sensitive eyes. You swiftly shut them again to block out the light, trying hard to conjure that memory of Frank once more.

But all you could see was your mother. The unpleasant glare above brought you back to a sterile hospital room, and instead of Frank’s deep voice, you heard the daunting beeping on the machines that had controlled her fate with their wires, and the struggle of her labored breathing. Her body had turned against her, stolen her time, but it hadn’t been able to take her feisty spirit. 

Clenching your fists, you tried desperately to escape the memory, but your mother had always been as stubborn as you were. The phantom feeling of the chilled flesh that barely covered the bones of her hand touching your skin felt so real and vivid, you didn’t know if Billy had knocked you out again or not.

Her familiar voice from one of her last good moments, exhausted with illness, but still melodic with whimsy, played in your ears.

“Can you force the tide to come back to the shore?”

A furrow of confusion had settled between your brows at her interjection, and you’d refocused your attention from the book in your hands towards her.

“Did they up your meds?”

“Ha ha ha, smartass.”

Setting down the book you’d been reading her, you smiled at ever present sarcasm, and you’d rolled your eyes playfully.

“No mom, I can’t force the tide to come back to the shore.”

“And why is that?”

There had been a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes, even though they were slightly sunken in and surrounded by dark circles. You had resisted the urge to answer literally about gravity and the moon, and instead let her continue with whatever point she was trying to make.

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

She’d reached out and placed her hand on top of yours, and her skin had been so cool to the touch, felt so fragile, it had made your heart constrict in your chest.

“Because it comes on its own. You just have to be patient, and let it come to you.”

Patience had never been your strong suit, especially when it came to putting things together, or trying to figure something out. If something didn’t click fast enough, you would get frustrated and try to coerce it, to make it make sense, which usually never worked in your favor. It wasn’t until you stopped trying so hard and took a step back that you had your biggest breakthroughs. Clearly, it was a lesson you were still trying to learn.

“Y/N. What did Frank say-”

“Can you shut the hell up? I’m trying to think.”

Billy narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips when you snapped at him through your gritted teeth, but he obliged. Letting out a quiet shaky breath, you resisted the urge to give into the emotions building up behind your eyelids from that memory. You slowly unclenched your fists and relaxed your jaw. 

Quit trying to force fragments together. Focus. Let it come to you.

Instead of rushing through the memories and waiting for the answers to pop out, you replayed them slowly, carefully analyzing over every frame, dissecting every word. Frank had been very cautious with his phrasing, but that wasn’t a coincidence. 

I’m helpin’ Madani with somethin’. 

Madani gave me some intel. 

Madani needed someone she could trust.

“He said that he was helping Madani-”

Madani. Frank said he was helping Madani. Not once had Frank mentioned Billy. He had only ever said Dinah’s name. 

Opening your eyes, you slowly lowered your head, looking straight forward at Billy. He arched one of his dark brows, an expectant look on his face.

“Said he was helpin’ Madani with what?”

For a moment you stared at Billy in complete silence. Something wasn’t right. As soon as you had let it slip in your office that Frank was working with Madani, Billy had physically reacted. There was something that had flashed in his eyes, darkening them to momentary blackness. His voice was cold when he’d questioned you about it, almost…angry. You’d initially thought it was because he thought you knew something you weren’t supposed to about Frank’s “assignment”. 

But now you realized it was because he didn’t know about it.

“Why didn’t Frank tell you?”

There was unmistakable suspicion in your voice, and it visibly caught Billy off guard. He narrowed his eyes slightly, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you.

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to figure out.”

Frank hadn’t mentioned anything about what he was doing with Madani to Billy, his best friend. The man he served side by side with for years, had formed a brotherhood with, who he had considered part of his family. That made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and a dreadful chill straightened your spine. He hadn’t been able to tell you exactly what was going on, but he’d at least given you something. 

Frank had mentioned owing Madani a debt, but he was loyal to a fault, and the fact that he hadn’t told Billy set off warning bells in your head. But Billy’s extreme reaction to being purposefully left in the dark was what set your nervous system ablaze with unease. 

The idea of Frank working with Madani without his knowledge seemed to set Billy off, triggering a volatile chain of events. He’d drugged you, kidnapped you from Curtis’ apartment, was essentially holding you hostage, and now he was interrogating you to figure out what you knew. 

One of Frank’s cryptic explanations abruptly parted through the lingering clouds of fogginess in your brain, shedding a blinding light on the most important piece that had been hidden in the shadows of your subconscious. 

“Oh my God.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper and shrouded in disbelief.

It’s connected to someone I know.

You remembered how Frank had stiffened when he’d said that, how his face had hardened to stone. His voice had been quiet, layered with an ominous undertone and barely concealed vitriol. He’d nearly morphed into a man you didn’t recognize right in front of your eyes, and it had made you shiver with discomfort.

And suddenly it clicked. Betrayal. That cold flicker in his eyes he tried to hide was betrayal.

“It’s you.”

Billy watched as the canvas of your face morphed into a portrait of realization and horror.

He visibly stiffened at those words, his lips pressing into a firm line, emphasizing the sharpness of his jaw. 

Billy. All of this was because of Billy. Whatever Madani had found, it was connected to him. That’s why she brought it to Frank. Little moments started to stand out in your head that made you wonder just how long ago Madani had planted the seed of doubt in Frank’s mind. Looking back, he’d acted strangely when you’d mentioned Billy’s name recently, but it was so subtle that you hadn’t even picked up on it.

But him being adamant about leaving you with Curtis, someone you’d never even heard about or met until yesterday, should've been a huge clue.

Knowing that what was causing the divide between you and Frank was none other than the man currently standing in front of you and whatever he had done, you were swiftly filled with an anger that turned your blood molten. Your disbelief and horror slowly hardened into a wall of ice, but your eyes were aflame with resentment.

“What did you do.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an accusation, and the way you grit it through your teeth demanded an answer. Billy’s eyes showed no hint of remorse, and he made no attempt to correct whatever conclusions you were drawing in your head in regards to his character. He rose to his feet, taking a step forward to tower over you, staring down into the flames of rancor blazing in your eyes with a steely gaze of his own. 

“I made something of myself.”

His voice was crisp and clear. There was no layer of apology, no waver of regret. Whatever he’d done, Billy felt justified in it. 

His arrogance had always pissed you off.

Slowly tilting your head to the side, you stared up at him in clear challenge, your tone razor sharp and dripping with venom.

“Yeah? What did it cost?”

The edge of his mouth twitched at your taunt. Grabbing your wrists that were strapped down to the arms of the chair, he leaned forward, getting right in your face as he spoke in an aggravated tone.

“I wasn't handed nothin’. I had to earn everything I got. I had to make some tough decisions along the way, maybe did a few things I'm not so proud of. Empires aren’t built without sacrifice.”

One of the last things Billy had said to you that day in your office when you’d mentioned Frank working with Madani was that some secrets were better left buried. That choice of phrasing left you with a gut feeling that it wasn’t what Billy had left buried, but who. 

“But you didn’t sacrifice anything, did you Billy? No…you sacrificed someone, and it’s come back to haunt you. So who was it? Someone important to Dinah? Or to Frank?”

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Billy snapped, suddenly getting defensive. His dark brown eyes had eclipsed into pools of disdain, and his lips were twisted into a faint snarl.

“I’m not lettin’ that bitch destroy everything I built.”

Rising to his full height once again, Billy’s expression shifted back into a passive and more controlled one as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“I’m gonna send Frankie an invite to do a little trade, you for whatever he’s got.”

Letting out a dry scoff, you shook your head as you stared up at him.

“You’re really more concerned about losing your wealth than your best friend?”

“If he digs too deep, he’s gonna find somethin’ he ain’t gonna like, and the war he waged on New York is gonna look like a fuckin’ daydream compared the nightmare he’s gonna bring to my doorstep.”

Billy’s words seemed to pour over you like a bucket of ice, your fiery rage fizzling into frozen perplexity.

“War on New York? What are you talking about?”

Billy’s eyes flickered up from the phone in his hand, meeting your confused gaze. He arched one of his dark brows, looking at you curiously. 

“Oh c’mon, you haven’t figured it out yet? You’re a clever girl. You didn’t put together the pieces I gave you?”

“What pieces?”

“The gift I left on your desk.”

The file. The one that had Frank’s name on it. You’d had a sneaking suspicion Billy was the one that left it, but you never asked him about it, or paid it any attention after your argument with Frank. A furrow of annoyance settled between your brows.

“I never read it.”

Billy seemed genuinely surprised by that, and also confused.

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t my business, and Frank found it anyway and took it.”

He eyed you silently for a moment before slipping his phone back into his pocket and sitting back down on the edge of the crate. Billy cocked his head to the side slightly.

“He tell you how his family died?”

Immediately, you went rigid. A wave of emotions crested within you. The recollection of Frank’s vulnerability in opening up about his tragic loss was fresh. It wasn’t something you’d forget anytime soon, or ever. Hearing the grief in his voice, seeing the pain in his eyes; the worst day of Frank’s life was seared into your memory as deeply as the memory of your own. Billy bringing it up so casually incensed you all over again.

“Why does that matter?”

Billy let out a deep exhale of irritation through his nose at your defensive tone. 

“Did he tell you how they died?”

He repeated his words in a more firm voice, holding your heated gaze.

“Yes, you dick. What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

Instead of being angry at your insult, a smirk curled at the edge of Billy’s mouth. There was a wicked gleam in his eye, and it filled you with a sickening feeling of foreboding. 

“Pop quiz, sweetheart. Who were the three gangs the Punisher took out?”

Bewilderment wiped any lingering emotion from your face. Billy’s question seemed to send a shock through your brainwaves, causing a delay between it and your mouth.

“What?”

“C’mon, this is an easy one. You wrote an article about the guy. Who were they?”

Billy’s eyes twinkled with amusement under the harsh fluorescents, clearly enjoying knowing something you didn’t. He was taunting you, and despite knowing better than to give into his little game, your curiosity got the better of you.

“The Dogs of Hell, the Kitchen Irish, and the Mexican Cartel.”

Billy’s lips spread into a pleased smirk at your reluctant answer, and he gave you a faint not of his head.

“Good girl. Now, you had a uh, mentor, at the Bulletin. Ben, right?” 

The mention of Ben’s name sent a pang through you, but Billy’s sudden switch in topics from the Punisher’s victims to Ben gave you mental whiplash. He didn’t give you more than a second to react before he continued.

“He wrote an article a few years ago about a little shootout, ended in a massacre. Remind me, where was that?”

Anxiety shot through you, making every single hair on your body stand to attention. 

“Central Park.”

“And there was one survivor. What was his name?”

The apprehension you felt was evident in the way you lightly gripped onto the arms of the chair. You hadn’t known that answer when Ben originally worked on that article, but you knew it now. Trying to keep up the strong front you were putting on, you attempted to keep your voice even.

“His name was never released.”

“No, it wasn’t. But when he woke up from that coma and found out his entire family had been killed in that shootout, he sure as hell made sure that New York would never forget the one they gave him.”

Billy watched the way your expression transitioned from translucent coolness, to perplexity, and finally wary hesitance. Keeping his eyes locked on you, he slowly rose from the crate, stalking towards you, but instead of coming to a stop in front of you like he had earlier, he began to circle you like a predator. 

“Tell me sweetheart, who was there that day?”

“Why does that-”

“Just answer the question.”

Letting out a sharp exhale through your nose, you began to rattle off the details you remembered from the article.

“The Dogs of Hell, the Kitchen Irish, and the-”

Immediately, you froze. Billy came to a stop behind you, and you could almost feel the way he was staring at the back of your head intensely.

“And?”

His voice was calm, but you could detect a hint of amusement. He was enjoying this, forcing you to solve his little riddle. But this time, you didn’t want to put the pieces together. You didn’t want to solve this puzzle. You wanted to run away from it. 

“The Mexican Cartel.”

The words were barely a decibel above a whisper when they left your lips, but in the silence of the space, they seemed to roar in your ears. Your hands were now gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that your knuckles had gone stark white, the flesh stretched taut over the bone. 

Feeling Billy’s hands settle on your shoulders, you flinched, and he squeezed them roughly in response. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as he bent down to speak directly into your ear.

“What’s his name?”

Billy was a master manipulator. He was toying with you, trying to get a rise out of you by messing with your head. That’s all this was. It was a cruel trick, trying to make you think that the man who had single handedly wiped out the three largest gangs in New York City was the John Doe from the hospital. The he was-

“C’mon, you’re a smart girl. I can see the gears turning in your head. You know his name. Tell me who the Punisher-”

“The Punisher is dead.”

The sharpness and volume of your voice seemed to echo around the space you were currently trapped in. 

“Dead, huh?”

Billy gave your shoulders another firm squeeze before letting go and appearing in front of you again. He looked down at you, taking in the way your eyes were wide open, your breathing had become ragged, and your nails nearly bled from digging them into the wood of the chair so hard. He knelt down in front of you, brushing your hair away from your face, causing you to flinch at his touch, which seemed to annoy him.

He ran his hand through the strands of his raven hair, pushing it back into its perfectly gelled style as he let out a deep exhale through his nose and glanced around absentmindedly.

“He should be. Shoulda died a long time ago. Hell, that bullet to the head shoulda put him down for good. But that stubborn son of a bitch just refuses to die.”

Shutting your eyes, you could see Frank in the cabin. The golden sunlight coming through the window, shining on his tan skin. His warm brown eyes locked on yours, making you feel like he could see right into your soul. The roughness of his calloused palms stroking your cheek while tucking your hair behind your ear. The velvet baritone of his voice echoing in your ears.

We uh…we were at Central Park. We had this uh…this tradition, ya’know. Every time I came home from a tour, we’d pack a picnic and go, make a whole day of it. 

I don’t uh…I don’t remember when the shootin’ started.

I…made peace with it, ya’know…laid it to rest in my own way. 

It was there. It was right there. Frank had inadvertently told you the truth that day, and you hadn’t even realized.

Billy could see the revelation you’d had when you opened your eyes. He could see the evidence of the truth shining along your bottom lash line. You were so thunderstruck by your epiphany, you didn’t budge this time when Billy reached out to brush a stray tear away from your face.

“Nah, he ain’t dead sweetheart. He's been right by your side this whole time. And when he finds out I've got you, he’s gonna come for you.”

It didn’t matter what Frank had found on Billy. As soon as he found out what Billy had done to you, he was coming. But it wasn’t Frank who was coming.

It was the Punisher.

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⤷ summary: Proceeding the encounter with Grindelwald in Paris, Newt goes seaward on a secret mission for Dumbledore when his ship is caught in a storm...

✧ word count: 4.2k ✧ pairing: newt scamander | siren!reader ✧ genre: romance, slow burn, angst, adventure ✧ warnings: depictions of death and trauma ✧ author’s note:  New chapter whooo! You're finally in it! Feel free to comment or send me feedback via my ask box, I love hearing from you all. That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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If he had to guess, Newt would say drowning is possibly the worst way to die. Granted, he hadn’t had much experience with dying. He’d had close calls, to be sure. He’s stared down the jowls and talons of many beasts in his lifetime and felt the quickening of his heart inside his chest. He’s felt the pain of teeth sinking into his skin, claws slicing at his flesh, and venoms burning through his nervous system. But a near death experience, he realized, is something he never truly ventured. That is, until now. 

With new knowledge found, he’d prefer the killing toxins of a nundu, the quick burn of dragonfyre, the fangs of an acromantula, or the eyes of a basilisk. Now, even the instant death of the killing curse seemed a mercy. Anything else would be a sweeter fate than the constant, petty, futile fight for air. Drowning is slow. That’s the issue of it. After a while, you catch yourself thinking, ‘When is it going to end?’  It gives you time to beg for death. To yearn it. To embrace it with gospel like praise. 

Drowning is the silent, sadomasochistic master of death, relishing in the domination of its suffering slave. It watches as you strangle yourself, doing everything you can to keep air in your lungs. Your own body betrays you, convulsing, trying its hardest to save you, but simultaneously killing you in its instinctual attempts to get oxygen back into your body. You feel it all. Water rushing down your throat and into your lungs. The spasming coughs that mean to expel it all out but only incite more gulps—in through your nose, your mouth, even your ears—you begin to fill up full of the stuff. Everything suddenly feels so tight, as if you’ll explode. It’s excruciating. All the while, you’re still fighting to swim up, to break your head through the surface and take that painful but liberating breath of air. It isn’t until the cells in your brain start to die that you feel a sense of peace. You stop struggling. You lose consciousness. Suddenly, there is no pain, and you feel glad…ecstatic even, because the whole affair is over. You can die now.  

The only thing worse than drowning was, perhaps, the surviving of it. A sharp, painful breath is what woke Newt from his death-like slumber. It was a feeling akin to a thousand needles poking his lungs and chest from the inside out. Water sputtered from his mouth, and he turned on his side to reject the contents of his stomach: salt water, algae, and stomach acid. The regurgitated seawater burned his already raw throat and nose. Tears spilled from his eyes from all the varying sensations of pain: from his swollen throat, his bruised lungs, and fractured bones, to the ringing in his head, and his clogged eardrums. Newt’s fingers ran over the earth beneath him. Rocks. Hard, wet rocks and pebbled sand slipped between his slender digits. Blinding light scorched his mossy irises as he pried back his heavy eyelids. 

It took several blinks and more effort than he expected to keep his eyes open and focused. All around him, there were rocks—thousands of them, weathered and worn, stretching toward towering, jagged stone formations that enclosed the shoreline. Above, the sky was a vast, cloudless blue. Waves crashed against his legs and lower back, drenching him.

His body felt heavy as lead. Each attempt he made at moving was harder than the last. He writhed about for a while, pain shooting up his sides and shoulder. The rocks beneath him dug into his flesh, grinding against his torso and knees as he managed to crawl forward a couple feet onto dryer rock. The pathetic act summoned an intense ringing in his ears and a throbbing ache at his temples. His frustrated groans ebbed into wheezing breaths, and tears welled in his eyes. It even hurt to cry. He felt humbled in this moment. Infantile. Like a newborn—unable to stand, unable to walk—easily overwhelmed and frustrated by the limpness of its body and the uncomfortable awareness that, despite being content in a floating edge of nothingness, it is now forced to live and breathe as a sentient being in an unfathomable world. Thus, amidst his solemn mournful cries, he had the fleeting surmise that he did indeed die in those waters, and, like the phoenix, was resurrected—reborn as something else. Someone different. Of one thing he was for certain: whatever pulled him from the sea did not save the same man who fell into it. 

“Newt!”

Distant, muffled, calls of his name sent a wave of relief washing over his catatonic frame. Newt closed his eyes in silent gratitude, blinking away more tears that slipped over the bridge of his nose and the swell of his freckled cheeks. 

“Newt!” Jacob’s desperate drawl drew in closer. 

Newt wanted to yell back, to call Jacob to him, but when he opened his mouth to speak, only a weak, gravelly, aspirated garble came out. The act alone strained his throat, and he winced at the foul ache. He could just make out the sound of heavy footsteps, thumping and shifting loose sediment. 

“Newt!” Their pace quickened, heading straight for him. Jacob called Newt’s name in beholden affection as he dropped to his side and pulled him into his lap. 

“Hey, buddy. Hey, you’re okay. You’re okay,” Jacob coddled, as though saying it multiple times would somehow make it true. 

Jacob propped Newt up, tightly holding onto his arm. The act caused another wave of nausea, and Newt spewed more seawater from his stomach. He went into another violent coughing fit, and in an attempt to help and ease his overworking lungs, Jacob slapped Newt’s bruised and battered back with a firm hand. Newt recoiled from Jacob’s touch, and his face scrunched in pain. His raspy yell sent Jacob’s hand flying high above his head. 

“What—what, did that hurt?” Jacob nervously sputtered. 

Newt motioned weakly for Jacob to lift up his shirt, and he obliged. Carefully, Jacob unclipped Newt’s suspenders and pulled up his dress shirt and undershirt that were still tightly tucked into his trousers to reveal his bare back. 

“Oh my God…” The woeful expression escaped Jacob’s mouth before he could stop it. 

The expanse of Newt’s back was covered in fresh violet bruises in varying shades. The greater portion of it was on his left side, encompassing his ribs. It spread to his spine and crossed to his right shoulder blade. Jacob pulled Newt’s shirt back down. 

“I don’t know what to do,” muttered Jacob. He sat for a moment, intently looking over Newt, who was still composing himself. Then, his face lit up, and he looked at the briefcase sitting a foot away on his left. “I got your case!” 

He grabbed the case and set it up in front of Newt. “I held on tight to this baby the whole night. Your seahorse brought me here—he’s in there, too! I made sure to get him back in. You got stuff in here, don’t ya? Magic stuff that’ll fix you up?” Newt nodded weakly. “I knew it,” Jacob clapped. “C’mon, let’s get you up.” 

Jacob hooked an arm around Newt’s waist and pulled him up to his feet. He lifted Newt with surprising ease, despite him being nearly dead weight. Jacob was strong enough to keep him stable as they stepped down the case. What would usually be a ladder had become a set of rickety stairs. The magic of Newt’s case never ceased to amaze. Once inside, Jacob sat Newt on the cot. He looked around the shed, still in disarray from the events of the night before.

“Alright, uh…” He turned to the work bench, recalling the many times Newt had pulled mysterious herbs, vials, and salves from it to heal any ailments he had. “There’s gotta be something in here, right?” He looked at Newt. 

Newt was using his left hand to unbutton his shirt. Shrugging it off his shoulders, he looked up at Jacob and then his workbench. He gestured to a drawer that was slightly ajar. Jacob followed his gaze and opened it. Inside was a notebook, some empty vials, and a skeletal-looking bottle. Jacob frowned and held the bottle up for Newt. Newt held his hand out to take it. He placed the bottle between his legs and used his left hand to pull the top off. A foul stench permeated from the bottle, and Newt hesitated bringing it to his mouth. With a quick swig, he drank the rancid potion, letting it burn his already sore throat on its way down.

It didn’t take long for him to feel it take effect. Particularly, he felt the effect in his chest and ribs. Whatever fractures or breaks he had would be healed by morning, though he would not enjoy the process. It was a consistent scraping feeling under his skin, which grew more irritating and painful the more he focused on it. He handed the Skele-Gro bottle back to Jacob for him to put away. He looked at his right shoulder to see the protruding bone poking at his skin. Newt had dislocated his shoulder before when a graphorn hand bunted him several feet onto hard ground. He knew a spell to set it back in place—but his wand. He was missing his wand. 

The faint memory of his wand sinking into the depths of the sea crossed his mind, and an aching feeling bubbled in his stomach and chest. A wizard’s wand is an extension of his self, and though wands could break and change allegiance, and new wands could be acquired, losing your wand felt similar to losing a limb. Without it, he was virtually powerless. A spell was of no use to him now. Newt never wished he had the talent for wandless magic more than he did in this moment. It would make what he was about to do much easier.

Straightening his back, Newt carefully raised his dislocated arm and outstretched it in front of him. He breathed deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying not to focus on the pain. With his other hand, he grabbed his wrist tight. Jacob watched him closely, his face screwed up in a tight grimace. In one swift motion, Newt gave a sharp tug to his dislocated shoulder. A disgusting popping sound grated against Jacob’s ears as he watched Newt’s shoulder twist and pop back into place. Newt’s jaw clenched, and he tucked his right arm into his chest, doubling over from the sudden adjustment. 

“Jeez...” Jacob sighed and moved to sit by Newt’s side. Taking Newt’s dress shirt, Jacob fashioned a makeshift sling, tying the sleeves together over Newt’s left shoulder and nestling his arm inside its hammock. 

“Thank you, Jacob,” Newt’s gravely voice managed to push out. 

“Don’t thank me,” Jacob dismissed. “I should be thanking you. You saved my life.”

The right corner of Newt’s lips twitched upwards into a timid ghost of a smirk. “Well, actually, it was the kelpie.”

“Newt,” Jacob cuts in, serious. Newt faltered as he met Jacob’s woeful eyes. 

“I thought you died,” He frets. “I watched the ship split in half. It went up in flames—and the screams. So many people…I should have stayed with you, I should’ve helped!”

Newt shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t have that.”

“But I could have—“

“There is nothing you could have done,” Newt tried to comfort. “We were outnumbered.”

The air between them grew heavy as unwelcome memories of the night resurfaced. Jacob sighed and muttered a small habitual prayer for lives lost. Newt, upon finding the strength, sat up and walked to his workbench. His foot stepped on something fragile—glass—and it broke under his weight. Lifting his foot, he looked down and saw the cracked portrait of Leta smiling up at him. He carefully bent down and picked up the broken picture frame. He put it flat on the workbench to deal with later. He winced when a particular sharp pain shot up his ribcage, tightly gripping the edge of the bench counter. 

“Maybe you should lie down,” Jacob suggested. 

Newt shook his head. “No. The faster we get to the seer, the better.” He took a vial of green liquid from a rack and downed it like a shot of fire whiskey. His pains subsided quickly, much of it numbing while more severe pains dulled to a manageable ache. He told Jacob they would leave the case once he checked on all his creatures, ensuring each one wasn’t hurt, especially the kelpie. Jacob, deciding it was useless to argue, nodded and stayed in the shack while Newt gathered a pail and his wand on his way out. 

                                     ⁎ ⊹                                   ⁂ ˚ ✧ ⁂                                     ⊹ ＊ 

Much to Newt’s relief, most of his creatures weren’t harmed. Some were more anxious than usual, others seemed completely unbothered. Some enclosures were in disarray, but Newt manually repaired them to the best of his ability. The kelpie seemed happy to see him when he walked to the edge of its enclosure. It had sustained some minor injuries but nothing worth causing worry. After ensuring each creature was fed and cared for, Newt returned to Jacob in the shack. When he entered, a once-sleeping Jacob startled awake.

“Sorry,” Newt croaked out. 

Every time Newt spoke, Jacob had to keep himself from cringing. The gravelly nature of his voice sounded painful, and he couldn’t help but sympathize. He cleared his throat and sat up in the cot, explaining that he wasn’t asleep, only resting his eyes. Newt fished around inside a nearby cupboard for clean, non-seasoaked clothes. He tossed some to Jacob, who had lost his suitcase to the sea. 

“Uh, I don’t think these’ll fit,” said Jacob. 

“They will,” Newt assured, picking an outfit for himself. 

As they dressed, Jacob marveled at how the clothes Newt had shared with him slipped over his larger frame with ease, adjusting to his size. Newt stared at himself in the mirror attached to the cupboard door. He stood half-naked, intently taking in the strange reflection. His slender frame was painted black, purple, blue, and yellow-green. His hollowed eyes stared emotionless back at him, accompanied by dark grey circles. Any warm color that had given his skin a healthy, youthful glow had disappeared, and he looked almost ghoulish. Newt looked away from the mirror and continued to clothe himself in a simple white quarter-sleeve cotton shirt with a deep open collar. He wore brown slacks attached to matching suspenders. He found a long sliver of blue fabric on a shelf, perhaps an underused cravat he forgot about. It worked well enough to fashion into a sling.

Once finished, he turned to Jacob. “Ready?”

Jacob finished tucking his tie and nodded. Wordlessly, they both stalked up the case stairs and opened the hatch. Again, they stepped back onto the beach. It was late afternoon, from what Newt could tell by the sky. The tide had begun rolling in, and the edge of the sea was much closer than it once was. Turning his back to the sea, Newt studied the surrounding land. Rocky and steep, the beach they stood on was a cove sloping beneath a vegetated mountainside. A direct path etched upward to the mountaintop. There seemed to be no visible signs of human life, which silently worried Newt. The cooling sea breeze rippled his shirt and caressed his hot skin. 

“We should walk up to the top of the mountain,” said Newt. Jacob looked up the steep mountainside and deflated. The Mediterranean summer sun already had sweat beading at his hairline; a hike up a rocky mountain was a dreadful thought. 

“If we’re lucky, we will find a village or someone to give us directions,” Newt continued as he collected his case. 

“Luck and us ain’t exactly friends, though, are we?” Jacob grumbled aside. 

“Perhaps not.”

Jacob looked out to the sea. From where he stood, he found it hard to believe the enticing, calm, blue waters in front of him were the same waters he watched swallow a steamboat full of people. “You don’t think they’ll be coming after us again?” He frowned. 

Newt thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. Not for a while, at least. For now, they have every right to believe we’re dead. Though I’m sure once they realize we are not, they’ll be back for the relic.”

“What relic?” Jacob asked. 

“I don’t know. But clearly it is something they do not want me to have—something they don’t want Dumbledore to have. Inevitably, I must have it, whatever it is.” Newt turned to Jacob almost excitedly. “He reacted too quickly. He must have had a vision of me with this relic and got scared.”

Jacob scoffed. “Grindelwald scared?”

“That’s the only explanation that makes sense. Whatever relic Grindelwald thinks I have must be a threat. Why else would he prematurely send his acolytes? This seer Dumbledore is bread-crumbing us to must know something about it.” 

“I guess so. I just don’t understand why Dumbledore couldn’t tell you straight out—JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”

The men’s eyes set upon the half-submerged figure bobbing far out in the water. The sun hung low behind it, covering its face in shadow, but it was unmistakable by the soft slope of its neck and shoulders and the outline of long, wet hair, that it was a woman. 

“Could she be a survivor?” Jacob wondered. “HELLO! MISS ARE YOU OKAY?” 

The woman’s figure stayed silent and still, aside from the periodic rise and fall of waves rolling into her. Jacob continued calling out to her, hoping to get a response. Newt, however, only stared, brows slightly furrowed. He couldn’t see their features, and yet, he could feel it: the unmistakable bore of eyes on him. It was unnerving. A shiver tickled down his neck and spine, and his heart skipped every other beat. 

“Jacob,” said Newt distantly. Jacob stopped calling out and turned to Newt, whose eyes were fixed on the bobbing woman, as if in a trance. “She’s not a survivor.”

Jacob looked back to the strange figure in the sea. He frowned, eyes squinting to get a better look. Newt stepped closer to the shoreline, and almost in tandem, the shadowy woman swam backward. Newt stopped immediately, not wanting to scare her off. He thought he imagined it. That it was one last hallucination before his consciousness slipped away. It was shameful how easily he accepted such a lame excuse. He never gave it a second thought until now. The feeling of arms hooking underneath his and pulling him through the water. The faint shimmering detail of a large iridescent fish tail swishing between his limp legs. It had been real. Not often is Newt astonished by the many inexplicable wonders of the world, having traversed it well, but this was something so entirely mystical, something so intangible, he felt weightless and overcome. 

Newt slowly and gently placed his case on the ground. Using the tactics he often utilized with beasts, he held up his unbound hand in a non-threatening manner and crouched his large frame to appear smaller and less threatening. “I mean no harm,” he called out to her. Jacob watched his friend curiously but kept from interrupting. He, too, mimicked Newt’s behavior and bent over in a crouched manner. 

The figure stared at them for a moment longer, silently wading in the water. “Lower your head,” Newt instructed his friend beside him. Nodding, Jacob bowed his head along with Newt, staring at the rocky shore beneath them. The tide inched closer to the tips of their shoes as waves crashed over the slippery rocks. They silently waited—for what, they were unsure, but they stayed crouched over for so long their leg and core muscles stared to burn. Newt stayed hovering, unyielding despite the increasing burning pain and soreness of his injuries. Only the sound of wind and sea lapping at the shore and nearby rock accompanied the occasional seagull squawk. 

“How long we gotta stand here like this?” Jacob strained after a while. 

A sinking feeling rose in Newt’s chest. Was she still there bobbing in the waves? Did she swim away when they weren’t looking? The thought grieved him. Slowly, Newt lifted his head, expecting to see nothing but empty, open sea. His soft, sudden gasp caused Jacob to finally lift his head. When he did, he yelped, jumping and falling back hard onto the hard ground. He stared wordlessly in disbelief and fear, whereas Newt stood firm, still bowed before the daunting figure before them. 

Less than a foot in front of them, laid upon the rocks of the shallow sea edge, was a beautiful woman with long, drenched locks that hung around her face and stuck to her glistening skin. She had the most tantalizing eyes, decorated with long, thick lashes that watched them with both child-like curiosity and wary uncertainty. Her focus seemed to predominately be on Newt, who was now the closest to her. She was naked. Her bare breasts were partially covered by her hair. The most striking detail of her was not her beauty, nor her apparent nakedness, but rather the fact that instead of bare hips, legs, and feet, she possessed a thick, lengthy, fish-like tail. The unblemished skin of her back and waist seamlessly transitioned into milky-white scales. Along the backside of her tail were spiked anterior and posterior dorsal fins and finlets. At her hips, flowing pectoral fins, and at her tail’s end, a large, matching, biconcave, lunate fluke. In the sun, her scales shimmered hues of purple, green, orange, and blue, like an iridescent pearl. She was, for a lack of better words, stunning. 

Her eyes locked with Newt’s, unrelenting in their piercing gaze. He could feel himself growing nervous, almost bashful. Her neatly kept brows knit closer together as she tilted her head to the side, seemingly studying him as he was studying her. 

“Can you speak?” He asked softly, so as to not startle her. 

She stared blankly at him with no hint of understanding. Newt hesitated, then took a cautious step forward. The moment he moved, she recoiled, pushing herself further into the water. “I’m sorry!” Newt blurted out, freezing in place. 

The magnificent creature stilled, and her eyes locked on him. She was practically predicting his every move. Wordlessly, she clutched something at her chest. Newt hadn’t noticed it before, but around her torso was a woven work of kelp and an old fishing net. After giving one last look, she broke their gaze to look down at her side where the strap of her intwined kelp and net turned into a deep pocket. It functioned exactly like a satchel, and from it, she pulled out a wooden square picture frame and placed it at his feet. Tina. 

His eyes flew up to see her eyeing him expectingly. Without a word, she reached into the satchel again and pulled out a long, pointed stick, placing it beside Tina’s picture. His wand. She found his wand! Newt’s heart jumped excitedly in his chest. A wave of gratitude rushed over him, easing the sinking feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach. When he met the creature's eyes, his words escaped him. Such a radiant creature should not exist, and yet, there she was, staring doe-eyed and querying. 

Every detail of her fascinated and beguiled, as is the nature of such an entity. He found himself savoring the image of her, from the arch of her brow to the curve of her lips. The way her hair framed her face and how the shadows contoured her cheekbones. He scanned the whole of her, committing to her memory. His gaze glossed over the curve of her shoulders, noting the smoothness of her skin, when he noticed the one and only blemish that scathed the crook of her neck and left shoulder. Burns, by the look of them. The exposed pink of her flesh and blisters that presumably continued to her shoulder were undoubtedly painful, though she showed no signs of it. Without a second thought, Newt reached his hand to push her hair out of the way so he could examine it further, but the moment his fingertips brushed her lustrous locks, she reeled back into the sea. 

“Wait! I’m sorry!” He called after her, but she moved with such agility and speed; she was already diving her head back under the water. Her tail flicked over the surface until she reached deeper waters; her shining, shimmering tail flapped one last time before disappearing beneath the waves. 

The two men left ashore remained dumbfounded, staring distantly at the open waters. Jacob, who hadn’t dared to speak from the moment the creature crawled onto shore, was the one to break their awestricken silence. 

“You saw what I saw, right?”

Newt nodded. “Yes,” he said faintly.

A sudden exclaiming laugh burst from Jacob that quickly turned into a joyous fit of laughter. “I can’t believe it!” He shouted as he stumbled to his feet. “That was amazing! Did you see her? She was beautiful, oh my god! Newt, did we really just see a—”

“A siren.” Newt’s eyes stared longingly at the sea, the lilt of pure astonishment inflecting his tone. “She’s a siren.”

[mommyownsmee]

Non-Verbal Communication in BDSM: Navigating Scenes with a Deaf Submissive

╰┈➤ Strategies for Building Trust, Clarity, and Consent Without Spoken Words

BDSM is built upon trust, consent, and clear communication. These elements are essential for ensuring that both partners can fully engage in the dynamic while feeling secure and empowered. For a submissive who is deaf or hard of hearing, traditional verbal communication methods are either limited or entirely unavailable, necessitating alternative strategies to ensure a safe, effective, and immersive experience.

Non-verbal communication in BDSM is not merely a workaround for the absence of spoken words—it is an opportunity to cultivate deeper connection, enhance awareness, and refine the nuances of a power exchange. By developing a structured, reliable system of signals, adjusting sensory engagement, and prioritizing pre-scene negotiations, both Dominant and submissive can achieve a dynamic that is not only inclusive but also intensely rewarding.

In This Article:

Establishing a Non-Verbal Safeword System

Enhancing Sensory Awareness & Adjusting Play

Pre-Scene Talk & Tailoring Play for Individual Needs

Aftercare Requirements – What Is Needed for a Smooth Transition Out of the Scene?

Ensuring Emotional & Physical Safety

A Deaf Submissive is Not a Burden—They Are a Gift

1. Establishing a Non-Verbal Safeword System

BDSM relies heavily on safewords and signals to regulate intensity, provide real-time feedback, and ensure that both partners feel safe, in control, and able to communicate their needs effectively. When engaging in play with a deaf submissive or a partner unable to use verbal safewords, traditional vocal cues are ineffective. This necessitates the use of alternative, equally clear, and instantly recognizable communication methods.

A well-designed non-verbal safeword system should be accessible, intuitive, and effortlessly executable under a variety of play conditions—including physical restraint, sensory deprivation, and high-intensity scenarios.

Designing an Effective Non-Verbal Safeword System

An effective non-verbal safeword system must meet the following criteria:

Easily Executed: The submissive should be able to signal distress or a limit effortlessly, even when tied, blindfolded, or physically overwhelmed.

Recognizable & Distinct: The chosen signal must be clear and intentional to avoid misinterpretation or confusion.

Consistently Visible or Tangible: The safeword system should function seamlessly in all play environments, whether in dim lighting, restrictive positions, or immersive scenarios.

By integrating these principles into non-verbal safeword alternatives, both partners can maintain a fluid, uninterrupted scene while ensuring that safety and consent remain at the forefront.

Other Non-Verbal Safeword Techniques

Hand Signals

Hand signals provide an instant, visible method of communication and are particularly effective when the submissive has full use of their hands. These are best suited for well-lit settings, close-contact play, or when visual communication is a natural part of the scene.

Standard Hand Signals:

Green (“Continue”) → A thumbs-up or an “OK” gesture to indicate full consent and readiness to proceed.

Yellow (“Slow Down, Check In”) → Wiggling fingers, tapping twice on the Dominant’s body, or making a waving gesture to indicate the need for a pause or check-in.

Blue (“Pause for Non-Scene Needs”) → Pointing to the mouth, miming a drinking gesture, or raising a flat hand palm-up to indicate a need to pause the scene for practical or physical reasons—such as using the restroom, hydrating, or addressing a non-play-related concern.

Red (“Stop Immediately”) → Holding up a closed fist or crossing the arms in an X shape over the chest to signal an immediate halt to the scene.

Hand signals are simple, widely recognized, and highly effective for maintaining real-time communication during immersive play, allowing for quick feedback without disrupting the intensity of the moment.

Tactile Signals (Tapping & Squeezing)

For scenarios where the submissive’s hands are restrained, occupied, or limited in movement, tactile communication (based on controlled pressure) provides a reliable alternative.

Three Firm Taps: Tapping on any accessible surface—such as the bed, floor, or the Dominant’s body—signals an immediate stop.

Sustained, Tight Squeeze: A firm, prolonged squeeze on the Dominant’s wrist, thigh, or hand indicates the need for a pause or check-in.

This method is particularly useful in low-visibility or sensory-deprivation scenes where visual signals may not be possible. It ensures that the submissive always has a tangible way to communicate distress or discomfort.

Drop Method (Using a Physical Object)

In scenes where the submissive’s mobility is highly restricted, a physical object can serve as an unmistakable emergency stop mechanism.

The submissive holds a small, lightweight item in their hand—such as a soft ball, a bell, a piece of fabric, or a ribbon.

If the object is dropped, the scene stops immediately.

This method requires minimal effort from the submissive and provides a clear, immediate safeword alternative for scenarios involving rope bondage, immobilization, or restrictive positions.

Visual Cues (Lighting & Written Cards)

For low-light environments, sensory-deprivation play, or immersive scenes where gestures may be difficult to perceive, visual indicators can replace verbal cues.

Traffic Light System Lamps:

Red = Immediate Stop

(Blue = Pause)

Yellow = Slow Down, Check-In

Green = Continue

Pre-Written Cards or Signs:

Cards with phrases such as “Stop,” (“Pause,”) “Slow Down,” and “More” can be kept within reach, allowing the submissive to communicate quickly and clearly.

Visual cues ensure that consent and communication remain intact even in altered sensory conditions, allowing both partners to stay fully engaged in the scene while maintaining clear boundaries.

The Significance of a Non-Verbal Safeword System

A robust, non-verbal communication system fosters a deep sense of trust, confidence, and security within the BDSM dynamic. It eliminates ambiguity and ensures that the submissive retains full control over their boundaries—even in scenarios where verbal speech is not an option.

By implementing these carefully structured, adaptable methods, both partners can create an experience that is not only safe and intuitive but also allows for uninhibited immersion and deeper emotional connection.

2. Enhancing Sensory Awareness & Adjusting Play

If verbal cues are not available, sensory modalities—touch, sight, and pressure—become the primary means of communication during play. By heightening these elements, the Dominant can craft a deeply immersive and controlled experience that not only ensures clarity and understanding but also intensifies connection, trust, and submission.

Without words, the language of the body takes precedence, and every movement, glance, and touch becomes an essential part of guiding, commanding, and reinforcing the dynamic.

Tactile Communication & Physical Guidance

Physical touch is no longer just a form of sensation—it becomes the voice of control. Every stroke, grip, and press serves as an unspoken command, reinforcing authority, presence, and intention.

Leading through touch: Instead of spoken directives, the Dominant can use firm, intentional movements to guide the submissive’s body into position. A press between the shoulder blades could signal a bowing motion, while a guiding hand on the hips could direct a change in stance.

Attention cues: Without the ability to call a submissive’s name to demand focus, the Dominant must instead use calculated touches to command their attention.

A light tap on the shoulder could indicate a shift in direction.

A firm grip on the chin could demand eye contact and stillness.

Fingertips tracing along the skin could both redirect and tease simultaneously, reinforcing control through sensation alone.

Writing on the skin: The Dominant’s fingers could trace commands, symbols, or even teasing messages onto the submissive’s body, letting them feel each word like an intimate whisper.

Spelling out “good girl” along the curve of their spine.

Drawing an arrow on their thigh to tell them where they should be feeling the most.

Physical communication ensures the submissive always knows what is expected, maintaining the intensity of the scene without breaking immersion.

Eye Contact & Body Language

Since auditory processing is not an option, the most powerful form of communication becomes visual. The eyes, the posture, the deliberate shifts in movement—all become a dominant force of unspoken instruction.

Prolonged eye contact: In the absence of spoken words, a commanding gaze can do everything a verbal order can—if not more.

A locked stare can mean “don’t move.”

A sharp glance downward can order the submissive to kneel.

A raised eyebrow can silently question whether they are hesitating, or disobeying.

Exaggerated gestures & clear body language: To ensure nothing is lost in translation, the Dominant’s movements must be clear, strong, and deliberate.

Pauses between actions allow the submissive to process, react, and internalize what’s happening without feeling rushed or overwhelmed.

Gestures should feel natural, intentional, and commanding—just like the touch-based instructions.

Every movement should have meaning, reinforcing authority without needing words.

A single glance, a well-timed pause, a shift in stance—these elements create an unbreakable psychological hold without ever needing verbal confirmation.

Incorporating Vibrations & Pressure

In the absence of vocal cues, other sensory-based feedback methods can be used to signal changes in rhythm, pace, or intensity.

Vibrations as a signal: Using a vibrating device (this one also works with one bracelet + an apple watch; and there are vibrating cat toys that can be bought that work too) pressed against the body\wrist of the Dominant could create a coded system for guidance:

One quick pulse → “Hold still.”

A steady vibration → “You’re doing good, but don’t stop.”

A sudden, stronger vibration → “Brace yourself. I’m about to take you deeper.”

Pressure-based commands: Since touch is the foundation of control in non-verbal communication, varying the level of pressure applied to the skin can establish an intuitive system of commands.

A slow, dragging stroke could mean “breathe, relax.”

A sharp squeeze on the wrist or thigh could signal “brace yourself.”

A firm press between the shoulder blades could command “deeper, lower, submit.”

Pre-determined touch-based signals: Just as verbal commands would be used in a typical scene, these signals become the unspoken rules that govern the dynamic:

A single tap could mean “pause and wait.”

A long, lingering touch could mean “keep going, just like that.”

A grip on the back of the neck could mean “you’re mine, and I want you to feel it.”

Sensory-based commands create a seamless and intuitive exchange of power where the submissive can feel every shift in control, even without verbal confirmation.

When verbal communication is not an option, BDSM play must be adjusted to heighten sensory awareness, redefine control, and strengthen the connection between Dominant and submissive.

Touch replaces words.

Eye contact replaces spoken commands.

Pressure and/or vibration replace tone and inflection.

This doesn’t just maintain the integrity of a scene—it enhances it. By removing verbal language, we allow the body to speak for itself—to respond, to react, to surrender. And in that silence, every touch, every glance, every breath becomes an order waiting to be obeyed.

3. Pre-Scene Talk & Tailoring Play for Individual Needs

A well-defined negotiation process is the foundation of any BDSM scene, ensuring that both partners share a clear understanding of expectations, boundaries, and safety measures before play begins. For a deaf submissive, these discussions take on an added layer of importance, as non-verbal communication, sensory adjustments, and accessibility considerations become essential to a seamless, safe, and immersive experience.

By taking the time to discuss and personalize every aspect of the scene, both partners can enter play with confidence, trust, and a fully developed system for maintaining control and consent.

Key Areas of Discussion

Each submissive’s preferences, needs, and limitations are unique, making pre-scene discussions critical for establishing the right environment where communication, safety, and pleasure remain uninterrupted.

Cochlear Implants – Should They Remain On or Be Removed During Play?

For submissives who wear cochlear implants or hearing aids, deciding whether they should remain on or be removed is a vital part of scene planning.

- If left on, this allows for partial auditory awareness during play, ensuring that the submissive can still detect some environmental cues, vibrations, or sounds. However, it may also cause sensory distractions or discomfort, depending on the intensity of the scene.

- If removed, the submissive experiences a fully silent scene, which can heighten other sensory experiences (e.g., touch, pressure, visual cues). This choice may enhance immersion but also requires clear non-verbal communication systems to be in place.

- Some submissives alternate between having them on during the beginning of the scene and removing them as play intensifies.

Deciding on this beforehand prevents unexpected interruptions, discomfort, or miscommunication during play.

Subspace Experience – How Does It Affect Sensory Processing?

Subspace can alter perception, awareness, and response time, making it essential to understand how it uniquely affects a deaf submissive.

- Does subspace cause heightened sensitivity to touch and pressure, or does it numb certain sensations?

- Do they tend to lose track of time, movement, or control when deep in submission?

- Does the submissive experience delayed response time when transitioning into or out of subspace?

- What grounding techniques (touch, breath, visual focus) help them stay connected during intense play?

A submissive in subspace may struggle to use safeword signals, making pre-determined safety measures even more crucial.

Preferred Grounding Techniques – What Physical Sensations Provide Security?

Since a deaf submissive’s experience of sensory processing may differ, pre-negotiation should include discussing what physical sensations offer grounding, reassurance, or stability during play.

- Does deep pressure touch (gripping the waist, holding the wrist, steady weight against the body) provide security?

- Do they respond well to rhythmic tapping, stroking, or repeated gestures as a way to maintain awareness?

- Do they find comfort in eye contact and facial cues, or does too much visual intensity become overwhelming?

- Are there certain types of touch (e.g., soft stroking vs. firm grasping) that help them regulate their emotions when deep in submission?

Understanding the submissive’s grounding needs helps the Dominant maintain a controlled, safe, and immersive experience without disrupting the flow of the scene.

Triggers & Comfort Cues – What Actions Promote Relaxation or Distress?

Because communication is primarily non-verbal, identifying potential triggers, comfort cues, and emotional responses is necessary to prevent distress and reinforce trust.

- Are there specific touches, positions, or actions that may cause panic, discomfort, or overstimulation?

- Does sudden loss of eye contact, restraint, or silence create anxiety?

- Are there preferred calming cues that help the submissive reset if a moment of distress occurs?

- Are there rituals (e.g., a comforting physical gesture, a specific reassuring signal) that help the submissive feel safe?

By recognizing and respecting triggers, the Dominant can ensure that play remains within an enjoyable and safe framework while fostering emotional connection and security.

4. Aftercare Requirements – What Is Needed for a Smooth Transition Out of the Scene?

For a deaf submissive, aftercare should be tailored to their sensory, physical, and emotional needs post-scene.

Do they prefer physical touch (hugs, weighted blankets, gentle stroking) to help them transition?

Does visual reassurance (written affirmations, comforting gestures) provide a better emotional grounding than spoken words?

Are there specific comfort items, foods, drinks, or routines that help them recover?

If they’ve removed cochlear implants or hearing aids, would they prefer to put them back on immediately, or do they need gradual reintegration into their usual sensory environment?

Tailoring aftercare to individual needs ensures that the submissive feels valued, safe, and emotionally supported after an intense experience.

The Importance of Pre-Scene Negotiation

A well-established pre-scene discussion ensures that both partners enter play with absolute clarity, confidence, and trust. For a deaf submissive, this process is not just about safety—it’s about accessibility, emotional connection, and creating a space where communication is effortless.

By addressing every sensory aspect of the experience, the Dominant can tailor the scene to heighten pleasure, eliminate uncertainty, and reinforce trust at every level.

Because BDSM is not just about control—it’s about understanding, adaptation, and ensuring that every moment feels intentional, immersive, and profoundly satisfying.

5. Ensuring Emotional & Physical Safety

The Dominant’s responsibility extends beyond control and intensity—it is about ensuring that their submissive feels physically safe, emotionally secure, and fully supported throughout the scene. When engaging with a deaf submissive, this requires an even higher level of attentiveness, as verbal cues are not available to signal distress or discomfort.

Safety in BDSM is not just about preventing harm—it’s about fostering an environment of absolute trust, where both partners can engage in play with confidence, security, and full awareness of each other’s needs.

Key Safety Measures

Because non-verbal communication is the primary method of maintaining control and consent, the Dominant must incorporate multiple layers of safety measures to ensure that the submissive’s well-being is continuously monitored, respected, and prioritized.

Constant Body Language Monitoring to Assess Distress

Without spoken words, body language becomes the most critical indicator of the submissive’s comfort, arousal, or distress. The Dominant must develop an acute awareness of their partner’s non-verbal cues, recognizing even the smallest changes in movement, breathing, or expression.

Key signs to monitor:

Tension in the muscles → A sudden or prolonged stiffness may indicate discomfort, pain, or distress.

Changes in breathing patterns → Shallow, rapid breathing could be a sign of panic or overstimulation, while sudden breath-holding could indicate hesitation or uncertainty.

Avoiding eye contact → If a submissive typically maintains eye contact but suddenly avoids it, this may indicate emotional withdrawal, distress, or discomfort.

Involuntary flinching or freezing → If the submissive stops reacting naturally, their body may be signaling that something feels unsafe or overwhelming.

Submissive’s physical engagement → A responsive, fluid movement indicates comfort and enjoyment, while rigidity, shrinking away, or lack of response could signal distress.

A Dominant must be able to detect distress even before the submissive consciously recognizes it, allowing for immediate adjustments without breaking the intensity of the scene.

Frequent Check-Ins Using Non-Verbal Cues

If the submissive cannot verbally communicate discomfort, the Dominant must implement regular, non-disruptive check-ins throughout the scene. These should be subtle yet effective, allowing for immediate response without breaking immersion.

Placing a reassuring hand on the submissive’s lower back, thigh, or wrist → This can act as both a grounding touch and a silent “Are you okay?” check-in.

A pre-established squeeze system → The Dominant squeezes the submissive’s hand or wrist lightly, prompting them to respond with one squeeze for ‘I’m okay’ and two for ‘I need a break.’

Eye contact confirmation → A subtle lift of the chin, a slight nod, or an intentional pause while holding eye contact can serve as a silent check-in, allowing the submissive to affirm their comfort through physical response.

Slow, intentional changes in intensity → By easing into any escalation of sensation, the Dominant provides the submissive with time to adjust, process, and indicate their comfort levels.

These check-ins ensure that the submissive remains present, engaged, and within their limits, while still allowing the scene to maintain its intensity and fluidity.

Immediate Cessation of Play if Uncertainty Arises

If there is any uncertainty about the submissive’s safety or comfort, the scene should pause or stop immediately. Because verbal reassurance is unavailable, the Dominant must trust their instincts and never ignore signs of hesitation, discomfort, or distress.

Key indicators that warrant an immediate stop:

Failure to respond to a non-verbal check-in.

A loss of responsiveness (e.g., submissive appears frozen, unreactive, or emotionally disconnected).

Rapid, shallow breathing or physical distress beyond what was agreed upon.

A safeword signal being given (hand gesture, tapping, dropping an object, etc.).

Upon stopping the scene, the Dominant should immediately engage in grounding and reassurance, using pre-established techniques to help the submissive transition out of the heightened state.

No scene is worth pushing past uncertainty. It is always better to pause, reassess, and ensure safety rather than risk emotional or physical harm.

Customized Aftercare Protocols for Grounding & Emotional Security

Aftercare is not optional—it is essential. Particularly for a deaf submissive, aftercare should be highly personalized to accommodate their unique sensory and emotional needs.

Key aftercare considerations:

Does the submissive need immediate touch or space? Some prefer tight, grounding pressure (hugs, holding hands, weighted blankets), while others need a moment to regulate alone before engaging in post-scene care.

Do they rely on visual cues to feel connected post-play? If verbal aftercare is unavailable, written affirmations, hand signals, or intentional facial expressions can help reassure them.

Reintroducing cochlear implants or hearing aids (if applicable). If they were removed during play, allowing them time to readjust before speaking or engaging can provide a smoother transition.

Physical comfort items. Blankets, favorite snacks, temperature regulation, or a preferred relaxation activity (watching a movie, drinking tea, cuddling, or journaling) can help bring them back to equilibrium.

Emotional reassurance. Without verbal confirmation, intentional, repeated physical gestures (tracing soft circles on their skin, kissing their forehead, stroking their hair) can reinforce security, care, and connection.

Proper aftercare prevents emotional drop, ensures the submissive feels valued and cared for, and reinforces a sense of safety and belonging within the dynamic.

The Role of a Dominant in Ensuring Safety

A responsible Dominant does not just control—they care, observe, adapt, and protect.

For a deaf submissive, the absence of verbal communication means that every movement, every response, and every adjustment carries weight.

It is the Dominant’s duty to understand their submissive’s body language as fluently as spoken words.

It is their role to read between the lines—to recognize hesitation before it turns into distress.

It is their responsibility to create an environment where silence is never a barrier to safety, trust, or pleasure.

Because true dominance is not about power alone—it is about the ability to hold that power with care, responsibility, and unwavering attention.

6. A Deaf Submissive is Not a Burden—They Are a Gift

BDSM is not about forcing individuals to conform to a singular mold—it is about building experiences that honor, respect, and embrace the unique needs of each participant. Power exchange is not limited to verbal commands or conventional communication; rather, it thrives on adaptability, trust, and mutual understanding.

A deaf submissive does not “complicate” a dynamic—they enrich it. They bring an intensely immersive and uniquely sensory-driven approach to submission that can transform the way power is exchanged, heightening awareness and connection between both partners. Instead of viewing accommodation as a barrier, it should be recognized for what it truly is: an opportunity to deepen trust, sharpen dominance, and explore new dimensions of control and surrender.

Reframing the Perspective

Instead of perceiving non-verbal communication as a challenge to overcome, it should be recognized as a privilege—an invitation to expand the boundaries of power exchange and experience submission in a profoundly intimate and intentional way.

6.1. Accommodation is an Honor, Not an Inconvenience

BDSM is built on trust, mutual respect, and unwavering attentiveness—qualities that are heightened, not hindered, when accommodating a deaf submissive.

Learning a new method of command is not a burden—it is a privilege. Whether through touch, eye contact, or pre-established non-verbal signals, the process of refining communication strengthens the Dominant-submissive connection in ways that verbal interactions alone never could.

Accessibility is not “extra effort”—it is an act of devotion, an affirmation of care that proves a Dominant’s commitment to their submissive’s safety and pleasure.

An adaptable Dominant is a skilled Dominant. Adjusting to silent command, sensory-based cues, and body language control only sharpens a Dominant’s ability to lead, instruct, and maintain presence without relying on words.

True Dominance is not about ease—it is about precision, awareness, and the ability to command in any circumstance. A submissive’s needs are not an obstacle; they are a doorway to a richer, more profound dynamic.

6.2. BDSM is Infinitely Adaptable—Every Dynamic is Unique

There is no single “correct” way to engage in power exchange. The most meaningful dynamics are those that evolve, shift, and adapt to fit the desires and boundaries of those involved.

A deaf submissive is not excluded from traditional BDSM structures—they are simply engaging in them through a different sensory lens.

Scenes that rely on silent command, physical guidance, and intuitive control can be even more intense and immersive than those built around verbal exchange.

The removal of verbal cues heightens the importance of non-verbal connection—a Dominant must study their submissive’s breathing, posture, muscle tension, and microexpressions to gauge their comfort, limits, and readiness.

Without words, a single glance becomes a command. A single touch becomes an order. A single moment of stillness becomes an entire conversation.

BDSM is not about limitation—it is about limitless creativity, adaptation, and mutual understanding. A submissive’s ability to hear is irrelevant to their ability to submit, obey, and surrender.

6.3. Deaf Submissives Offer a Distinctive and Enriching Perspective on Power Exchange

A deaf submissive does not “miss out” on traditional BDSM—they redefine it, reshape it, and bring an entirely unique perspective to the experience.

Their submission is deeply sensory. Without spoken words, they respond to touch, movement, breath, and unspoken intention.

They heighten a Dominant’s awareness. A Dominant must be more attuned to their partner’s body language, developing an almost instinctual understanding of their needs, reactions, and desires.

They bring a new depth to discipline and control. The absence of spoken safewords or commands demands that every movement be precise, every rule be deeply understood, and every expectation be unmistakably clear.

They create a new kind of intimacy. Communication through unspoken cues, skin-to-skin direction, and silent obedience creates a level of submission that is incredibly raw, deeply immersive, and profoundly intimate.

A deaf submissive’s presence in BDSM is not a deviation from the norm—it is a reminder that power exchange is about more than words. It is about control, trust, and the ability to command and surrender on a level that transcends language.

6.4. The True Gift of a Deaf Submissive

A deaf submissive is not a limitation, not an exception, not an accommodation to “work around.” They are a gift.

They offer a unique, powerful, and deeply enriching experience of submission—one that pushes past the limits of spoken commands and into a realm where communication is built entirely on presence, connection, and sensation.

They challenge a Dominant to be better—to be sharper, more precise, more attuned to their partner’s body and mind.

They prove that BDSM is not about fitting into a predefined role, but about redefining what power, control, and surrender can look like.

Because at its core, BDSM is not about whether a submissive can hear a command. It is about whether they can feel it.

And with the right Dominant, they will feel it in every fiber of their being.

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[mystic-rubysunflower]

Neptune Enters Aries (March 30, 2025-39): A New Dream Awakens

🔥 Neptune in Aries ignites a spiritual warrior energy, bringing a collective awakening of identity, courage, and vision. Unlike the dreamy, boundless flow of Neptune in Pisces, Aries demands action, movement, and bold new beginnings. We are stepping into an era where imagination meets initiative, and spiritual ideals become a personal mission.

Generational & Psychological Impact 🧠✨

Revolution of Spiritual Leadership 🏹 – More individuals will embrace their inner hero, forging new paths in spirituality, activism, and self-empowerment.

Illusions of Ego & Identity Dissolve 🌀 – Many will experience an ego-death and rebirth, questioning who they truly are beyond societal conditioning.

The Rise of Brave Dreamers 🚀 – A surge of pioneering artists, healers, and visionaries will emerge, redefining what it means to be a spiritual warrior in the modern world.

Fast-Manifesting Spirituality ⚡ – Instant karmic feedback and rapid manifestations will push people to take conscious responsibility for their intentions and actions.

Conflict Between Reality & Illusion ⚔️ – The world may see spiritual deception rise (false gurus, misleading trends), but also an awakening to authenticity.

Neptune in Aries by Rising Sign & Affirmations 🔥💭

♈ Aries Rising: The Spiritual Warrior Awakens .

You’re stepping into a new era of self-discovery. Your identity is dissolving and reshaping, allowing you to lead courageously and spiritually.

✨ Affirmation: I boldly embrace my divine mission, fearless and free.

♉ Taurus Rising: Dreams of the Unseen

Neptune activates your spiritual subconscious. You may experience vivid dreams, past-life insights, or deep soul healing.

✨ Affirmation: I surrender to divine guidance and trust my inner wisdom.

♊ Gemini Rising: Inspired Connection

Your friendships and community roles transform, drawing you toward spiritually aligned circles. You become a messenger of higher ideals.

✨ Affirmation: I attract soul-aligned connections that uplift and inspire me.

♋ Cancer Rising: The Mystic Leader

Your career and public image dissolve and reform—you’re being called to step into spiritual leadership, healing, or an inspired new path.

✨ Affirmation: My purpose is divinely guided, and I shine with authenticity.

♌ Leo Rising: A Quest for Truth

You crave philosophical and spiritual adventure. Traveling, studying, or exploring new belief systems will expand your reality.

✨ Affirmation: I embrace the unknown with courage and faith.

♍ Virgo Rising: Transforming Through Surrender

Deep emotional and financial bonds dissolve and transform. You’re learning to surrender control and trust life’s flow.

✨ Affirmation: I release all that no longer serves me and welcome divine abundance.

♎ Libra Rising: Love as a Divine Mirror

Your relationships become a spiritual journey. You may attract soulmates, karmic lessons, or experience love as a path to enlightenment.

✨ Affirmation: I attract and nurture relationships that reflect my highest truth.

♏ Scorpio Rising: Sacred Discipline

Your daily life and health become a spiritual practice. You’re called to embody discipline, ritual, and mind-body alignment.

✨ Affirmation: I honor my body and soul with sacred devotion.

♐ Sagittarius Rising: The Visionary Creator

Your creative gifts are infused with divine inspiration. Romance, passion, and self-expression become sacred acts.

✨ Affirmation: I channel my dreams into reality through fearless expression.

♑ Capricorn Rising: Healing the Roots

Your ancestral wounds and foundations are dissolving, pushing you to rebuild from a place of emotional and spiritual truth.

✨ Affirmation: I am safe, loved, and supported in my transformation.

♒ Aquarius Rising: The Inspired Messenger

Your voice becomes a conduit for spiritual truth. Writing, speaking, or teaching may become part of your mission.

✨ Affirmation: I share my wisdom with clarity, purpose, and love.

♓ Pisces Rising: Redefining Value

Your relationship with money, worth, and security shifts—you're learning that true abundance flows from spiritual alignment.

✨ Affirmation: I am worthy of infinite blessings and divine prosperity.

🔥 Neptune in Aries is a call to courageously manifest our dreams. The illusions are burning away, and what remains is the fire of our soul’s purpose. Are you ready to step into your power? 🚀✨

[alternativeeducation-10]

Here are seven ways to make programming more engaging for beginners.

Introduction

For newcomers, programming might be frightening. For many, the new material's syntax, logic, and sheer amount might be depressing. Nonetheless, programming doesn't have to be very difficult or tiresome. Programming can be made more engaging and fulfilling by incorporating innovative, enjoyable, and useful methods. This article will examine seven methods for improving novice programmers' engagement, which will make learning programming easier and more pleasurable.

1. Start With Visual Programming Tools

Start with visual programming tools like Scratch, Blockly, or Tynker before writing complex code. Using these platforms, novices can drag and drop code blocks to construct simple programs, games, and animations. Visual tools make learning more interactive and enjoyable by breaking down complicated programming concepts and provide instantaneous visual feedback.

Benefits:

Improves understanding of programming fundamentals.

Allows newcomers to see the effects of their efforts immediately.

Encourages creativity through cartoons and games.

2. Focus On Interactive Learning Platforms

Students can write code directly in their browsers and see the results in real time with interactive classes offered by platforms like Codecademy, Khan Academy, and freeCodeCamp. These platforms often provide assistance or instant feedback and break down programming into manageable tasks. Interactive learning helps users solve difficulties and keeps the learning process moving forward while lowering irritation.

Benefits:

Immediate feedback allows for easy error correction.

Lessons are organised into convenient parts.

Gamified learning systems can help to sustain engagement.

3. Work On Real-Life Projects Early

Learning programming through real-world applications increases its relevance and fun factor. Novices can concentrate on projects that pique their interest, such creating a simple app, automating a tedious task, or creating a personal website. Students get a feeling of purpose from real-world projects, which piques their interest in coding and makes them more enthusiastic about it.

Benefits:

Improves understanding of theoretical concepts.

Increases confidence as students create actual things.

Offers a clear purpose and a sense of accomplishment.

4. Learn Through Games

Learning programming can be facilitated by creating or playing games. Some examples of platforms and games designed specifically for teaching programming are CodeCombat, Robocode, and CheckiO. Through the resolution of code puzzles, students advance in these games that transform coding assignments into adventures.

Benefits:

Creates a fun and competitive learning atmosphere.

Encourages critical thinking and problem-solving skills.

Engages students who may find standard lessons unappealing.

5. Incorporate Pair Programming

When two programmers work together on a single task, it's called pair programming. Real-time code reviews are performed by one person after it has been written. Through discussion and shared knowledge, this collaborative learning approach helps students acquire problem-solving methods while also making programming more socially engaging.

Benefits:

Promotes teamwork and communication skills.

Provides fast feedback and reduces errors.

Helps to overcome learning plateaus through shared expertise.

6. Celebrate Small Wins

Programming can occasionally seem like a laborious process with little payoff, especially when faced with challenging problems. It's crucial to acknowledge small accomplishments in order to stay motivated. Acknowledging successes, no matter how small, can give much-needed morale support.

Benefits:

Encourages an optimistic approach to learning.

Recognising progress helps to boost confidence.

Reinforces a growth mentality, increasing learners’ resilience.

7. Join Coding Communities

Learning to program could be more enjoyable if you're a part of a helpful group. Newcomers can participate in local coding meetings and online forums like Stack Overflow and GitHub. These websites offer opportunities for collaboration, mentoring, and inspiration from people who share similar interests.

Benefits:

Access to a plethora of common knowledge.

Promotes collaboration on open-source initiatives.

Creates a network of mentors and peers to share experiences and insights.

Conclusion

By using these suggestions, learning to program doesn't have to be a daunting task; instead, it can be interesting and fun. In order to keep beginners interested in programming and inspired, we at the School of Coding & AI employ a variety of strategies, including interactive tools, real-world projects, and community involvement.

[musashi]

status: have ADHD. brain likes instant gratification. brain doesn't like doing things if it can't be convinced they're worth the hard work.

problem: really, really, REALLY like doing monthly prompt writing event. write all summer and then DO NOT POST until september.

problem: incredibly easy to lose steam for writing without feedback/validation/hype. normally, write and post immediately. ao3 comments. yay! can't do that here.

solution: enter writing communities, fandom communities etc. implement two plans:

plan 1: talk about current writing. people show interest, hype you up. hurray!

plan 2: see if anyone there wants to read your writing early, and hype you up in the google doc.

plan results: SUCCESS! adhd brain can work with this. deadlines are no longer daunting. focus is honed. brain is wrangled.

problem: quickly run out of people who can keep up with how fast a motivated AuDHD haver writes. the pure, unfiltered love and obsession of autism mixed with the "I LOVE TO GO FAST!!!!!!!!!!!!" of ADHD proves a lethal combination.

end result: two years into implementing this system, i am left without anyone who can help me wrangle my brain.

end result: i can't write. i've been trying to focus on writing for two days straight, no distractions. i keep opening up tumblr and checking my notifs. my brain is wandering around like a sad dog trying to locate the attention it's used to. every time i try to tab back into the word doc i can physically feel myself recoiling, "THERE'S NOTHING FOR US HERE! DO SOMETHING STIMULATING!"

this is all very frustrating. i love writing. but i am still disabled and god it is so hard when you have no one who cares. i could scrape by with just one really good friend before. man

doing worse at meeting my goals/deadlines than i ever have. my adderall dose got upped, idk if its the manufacturer or what but this new dosage feels like absolutely nothing, not even the vague spark i got on my lower dose. i feel so hopeless. i want to figure out how to fix this, brute force is not working.

[maxdealways]

MaxDeAlways.com review Withdrawals

Fast & Fee-Free Withdrawals at MaxDeAlways.com

When it comes to withdrawing funds from MaxDeAlways.com review, traders can breathe easy. The platform offers SWIFT as the withdrawal method, which is widely recognized for secure and efficient international transactions. That alone tells us something—this broker is catering to serious traders who need reliable banking options.

Now, let's talk speed. The withdrawal time is instant, typically ranging from just a few minutes to a maximum of 2 hours. That’s incredibly fast for this industry, where some brokers take days to process transactions. A speedy withdrawal system signals that the company is financially stable and isn’t holding onto client funds unnecessarily.

And the best part? Zero commission on withdrawals. Many platforms charge hidden fees, but here, what you earn is what you get. This suggests a trader-friendly approach—something that trustworthy brokers tend to prioritize. 

MaxDeAlways.com review is Regulated by a Top-Tier Authority

One of the most critical aspects of a broker’s legitimacy is its regulation. And here, MaxDeAlways.com review doesn’t disappoint—it operates under the supervision of the Financial Conduct Authority (FCA). This isn’t just any regulator; the FCA is known worldwide for its strict rules, rigorous oversight, and high standards. Brokers under FCA regulation must maintain transparent operations, segregate client funds, and ensure financial stability.

Now, let’s add another layer of trust. The broker holds a "High Authority" license, which further confirms its credibility. This level of regulation is not handed out to just anyone—it’s reserved for companies that meet strict financial and operational criteria. If a broker has an FCA license, it means they’ve been vetted thoroughly, and that’s a solid sign of reliability.

So, what does this mean for traders? Safety, transparency, and legal protection. When you trade with MaxDeAlways.com reviews, you’re dealing with a company that’s held to the highest standards in the financial industry.

Trading Hours at MaxDeAlways.com – Global Market Access Around the Clock

One of the best things about trading is that the markets never really sleep, and MaxDeAlways.com review ensures traders can access opportunities at any time. The platform follows a structured global trading schedule, covering all major financial centers.

Here's how it breaks down:

Winter Session:

Australia: 8 PM - 5 AM

Tokyo: 10 PM - 7 AM

London: 3 AM - 12 PM

New York: 8 AM - 5 PM

This setup means traders can engage in forex, stocks, and other financial instruments across different time zones, maximizing their chances of catching market movements.

Now, why is this important? Because liquidity and volatility vary throughout the day, and having access to multiple sessions lets traders choose the best times for their strategy. Night owls might prefer the Tokyo session, while early risers can take advantage of London’s high activity.

Trustpilot Reviews – A Solid Reputation for MaxDeAlways.com reviews

When it comes to choosing a broker, real user feedback speaks louder than any marketing claim. MaxDeAlways.com review holds a 4.0 rating on Trustpilot, which is a very respectable score in the trading industry. But let’s break this down a bit further.

The broker has 7 total reviews, and here’s something interesting—all 7 of them are rated 4 or 5 stars. That means 100% of the feedback is positive. In a field where traders are often quick to leave complaints, this is an impressive indicator of reliability.

Why MaxDeAlways.com review is a Broker You Can Trust

After exploring all the essential aspects of MaxDeAlways.com review, it’s clear this broker is committed to providing a secure and efficient trading experience. The FCA regulation and "High Authority" license ensure that your funds and trades are protected by one of the most reputable authorities in the financial world. Combine that with instant, fee-free withdrawals and a trading schedule that spans key global markets, and it's easy to see why MaxDeAlways.com review stands out.

Furthermore, the perfect score on Trustpilot and the positive feedback from users provide solid evidence that this platform delivers on its promises. It’s not just a broker; it’s a trusted partner for traders looking for reliability, speed, and transparency. Whether you're a novice or an experienced trader, MaxDeAlways.com reviews offers a seamless experience that inspires confidence.

So, if you’re looking for a broker that ticks all the right boxes, MaxDeAlways.com review is worth considering.

[altiantg]

Altiantg.com Registration Process

When choosing a broker, one of the first things traders look for is legitimacy. Altiantg.com review presents itself as a reliable platform, but how do we determine whether it’s truly trustworthy? The best way to assess its credibility is by analyzing key factors like licensing, user feedback, trading conditions, and security measures.

How to Register on Altiantg.com: A Complete Walkthrough

Registering on Altiantg.com review follows a slightly different approach compared to many other brokers, as it involves manual verification by a manager. Here’s how the process works:

1. Click on the "About Us" Button

Unlike most brokers that have a dedicated "Sign Up" or "Register" button, Altiantg.com reviews directs users to the "About Us" section for registration. This is an unusual approach, which might indicate that the broker follows a personalized onboarding process.

2. Enter Your Personal Details

You will need to provide your essential information, such as:

Full Name

Email Address

Phone Number

Possibly, additional details like country of residence

3. Wait for Manual Review by a Manager

After submitting your information, the system does not grant immediate access. Instead, a manager manually reviews your application. This step could take some time, but it might also indicate a higher level of security, ensuring that only verified users gain access to the platform.

4. Confirmation and Successful Registration

Once the manager processes your request, you will receive confirmation, and your account will be successfully registered. You may also need to complete additional verification steps, such as KYC (Know Your Customer), depending on the platform’s security policies.

Key Takeaways

Manual review process may take longer than instant registrations but can enhance security.

Unconventional registration method through the “About Us” section instead of a direct sign-up page.

Potential verification steps may be required before gaining full access.

This registration method suggests that Altiantg.com aims to carefully vet its users, which could be seen as an additional security measure. However, it also means that users should be prepared for a slight delay before accessing the platform.

Domain Purchase Date and Brand Establishment

One of the key indicators of a legitimate and trustworthy broker is the relationship between the date the domain was purchased and the date the brand was established. In the case of Altiantg.com reviews, we see a clear and logical progression: the domain was purchased in 2021, which aligns with the brand's establishment date. This is a significant factor because it shows that the brand was properly planned and executed, with the domain secured in advance, which is an indication of a well-organized business.

When we see that the domain purchase precedes or matches the brand's creation date, it signals that the company has been intentional in securing its online identity and infrastructure. It’s not a rushed move, but a calculated effort to establish a stable presence in the online world. This kind of detail suggests a higher level of professionalism, which is important when considering the legitimacy of a broker.

Licensing and Regulation

Another crucial aspect of a legitimate broker is the type of license they hold and the regulatory bodies that oversee their operations. In the case of Altiantg.com reviews, the platform is regulated by the FCA (Financial Conduct Authority), a well-respected and authoritative body in the financial sector.

The FCA is known for its stringent regulatory standards, and brokers who hold this license must adhere to strict rules regarding transparency, fair treatment of clients, and the security of customer funds. This regulation ensures that the broker operates within a legal framework, protecting users from potential fraud or malpractice.

This is a solid argument for the broker's legitimacy. FCA regulation means that Altiantg.com review is monitored by one of the most respected financial authorities globally, which adds a layer of security and trust. For anyone concerned about the safety of their investments or their rights as a customer, knowing that the platform is regulated by such an authority should provide significant peace of mind.

Altiantg.com Trustpilot Reviews

The trustworthiness of Altiantg.com reviews is further supported by its impressive reviews on Trustpilot. With a rating consistently above 4, the platform stands out in a highly competitive market. In fact, high ratings on Trustpilot are often a reflection of a company's credibility and the quality of its service. Altiantg.com review boasts a significant number of reviews, which adds another layer of trustworthiness. It’s one thing to have a high score, but it’s another to have that score backed by a large number of genuine customer experiences.

The volume of positive feedback indicates that many traders are satisfied with the services provided by Altiantg.com reviews. This is a clear sign that the platform is not just a flash in the pan, but rather a well-received, legitimate broker in the trading community. This level of positive customer sentiment is a solid argument in favor of trusting Altiantg.com review.

Final Verdict: Is Altiantg.com review a Legit Broker?

After analyzing the key aspects of Altiantg.com review, we can draw some important conclusions. The broker follows a manual registration process, which could indicate a commitment to security and user verification. However, the lack of publicly available information on its establishment date and domain registration raises some questions.

On the positive side, brokers with strong regulatory backing, positive user reviews, and transparent trading conditions tend to be more trustworthy. If Altiantg.com review meets these criteria, it could be a safe choice. However, potential traders should always conduct thorough research, check the platform’s official documentation, and verify its licensing status before investing.

If you’re considering opening an account, make sure to test the deposit and withdrawal process, customer support efficiency, and trading conditions to ensure they meet your expectations. A cautious and well-informed approach is always the best strategy when choosing a broker.

[ginsengkitten]

༺ Beautiful Dangerous ༻

༺☆༻

Chapter Fourteen

Lingering Strays

The razor clinked against the glass hand mirror on your vanity. You put your nose to the edge of the white powdery line and inhale it swiftly. Coke didn't burn you anymore. It was a pre show routine for all the dancers at Sparkplug. And non dancers.

You take one last good stare at your reflection. From the outside-it's almost impossible to tell that a girl as beautiful as you was hurting inside. In the most glamorous state of your life- No one suspected at thing and that's why you were so good at your job. It was a known fact that you were the prettiest dancer at Sparkplug. You had become a household name in recent years, earning yourself your own special number. People came for the main ensembles but they stayed for you specifically. Selling out night after night every weekend. The club was all you had, and you put your heart and soul into it.

-

The microphone whispered feedback into the room as the previous dancers made their exit. Dee took her usual catwalk up the stage with mic in hand. Cheers sprouted through the room. Dee addressed the crowd. "I know y'all wish you could see me up here one of these nights but let me tell you yall ain't that lucky." She bantered to the crowd who endearingly gave her a chuckle. She stood luxuriously above everyone in her signature gaudy silk and lace robes and cigarette in her fingers.

Dee gave a slow waltz around the stage as the room came to a quiet. "But lemme tell yall something.."

"You might just be lucky enough tonight.. - "

a lone wolf gives out a hoot of excitement. Dee grins and continues her monologue.

"Now we here at Sparkplug take pride in taking in the stray animals. The loners. The wanderers. The wounded..and you know me I just have a soft spot for these poor creatures. Can't help myself-they're just too cute.

Many of you may know of our special rescue. A sly little fox from back east...

Ladies and Gentlemen I want y'all to give a very warm welcome to Sparkplugs favorite little stray-

FOXEY!"

.

Slash looked up from his whiskey glass. The name echoed out as the room erupted into excitement and cheers. a silly coincidence, he brushed off to himself as he intended to return to his drink, when suddenly a familiar guitar tune flooded through the room on the sound system. He knew this one by heart.

Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix.

Stage lights flashed on and an array of decorative flair stylized the stage. Slash leaned forward in his seat, his attention now captured as a slender, sparkling woman took the stage and strutted confidently and sultrily down the catwalk to greet the audience. The woman flashed a gorgeous and big smile. Slashes heart sped up in an instant. He questioned if he was seeing things. Is that .....her?

His label manager nudged him playfully, "get a load of this babe! Been hearing about it her for weeks now. Most beautiful girl in the whole state. I see what they mean, right?" He chuckled dumbly and didn't focus much to see if slash responded to his remarks. Slash stayed stunned as his eyes glued to the woman. It was you. It was his girl.

He couldn't help but agree with his label manager however. It was painfully obvious how much you had grown and evolved. Into this decadent form of all woman. And the song, does she still go by Foxey? He thought. All parts of him were on fire with emotion and questions. You danced across the stage in a perfect choreography of sexual energy. Your hips swayed to the music as you returned to center stage on the catwalk and began mouthing the lyrics to the hungry audience, who was going rampant at this display. The crowd went crazy for you.

"You know you're a cute little heartbreaker"

"You know you're a sweet little - love maker!"

The crowd ebbed with excitement. You relished the attention and warmth of the crowd. You loved the adoration and admiration you got. You winked at regulars and gyrated your body enticingly towards them all. Hoots and whistles poured through the audience.

Slash watched from the back side of the room from a dark booth. He dared not to blink. His body was unraveling in itself. He couldn't believe his eyes.

You unknowingly continued to dazzle the crowd . Bumped off a line of coke and the energy in the room, you flaunted and taunted and twisted and teased. The crowd was incorrigible. With a heavy layer of lust, came an equal layer of admiration and respect. Loyal visitors paying their dues to their most beloved dancer. The number sizzled to a close with yet more roaring applause. You flashed another smile and blew a kiss out into the crowd. Catching eyes with an old regular in the back as you gave him a flirtatious wink, but your eyes catch someone else just adjacent to his table. You freeze for a moment and your stomach drops. Shuttered in a dark corner of the room your eyes met those staring back of the one person you thought you’d never see again.

Slash.

-

The dressing room door slams closed and you lean yourself up against it to catch your breath. The other girls on the room notice your abnormal entrance.

“That good huh?” Clara jokes as she fixed her hair.

You can’t reply, or speak. Your body felt hot- hotter than it did after a dance. You quickly shed your frilly costume down to your lace undergarments. A different girl named lou takes note of your state and drapes your silk robe around you. Clara comes up to you and lovingly holds your hand, a concerned look on her face now. “What’s gotten into you girl? You mess up a move or somethin out there?”

You share blankly through her.

Clara takes her cigarette out of her mouth and lays it on an ash tray. “Alright alright enough of this come on now” Clara and lou usher you to your chair and sit you down. “Now you just sit here and cool down alright? What happened out there?”

You want to speak but words fail you. Where to even begin explaining this? Explaining- Him? Before you can address it, the door swings open and Dee files through in her mighty boss like strut. She approached you and gave you a light squeeze, too busy with management duties to fully realize your state of being. “Perfect as usual doll! You killed it!” She shouts out excitedly as she lights a long armed cigarette in her fingers.

“Thanks, I-“ you begin

Dee looks you up and down. “Oh girl you can’t be undressed already! Not tonight baby I just got a special request for a private VIP dance for you. Go on and get yourself prettied up now, ion need them waitin too long you hear?” She instructed. “It’s gonna be good money.” She gives you a wink that usually- you would be delighted to witness. But you now had barely any time to process your thoughts, let alone what just happened. Were you imagining him there? Just like all the other times? You admit it’s been a long time since you imagined him anywhere. His presence used to surprise you at times and you’d have to shake your head to ward him off like some evil spirit.

“You look like you seen a ghost.” Dee says.

“Well sort of….” You utter.

[sencubussubs]

The 3D Feedback Loop

when we were young we experienced the work around us and those experiences created beliefs which allowed our mind to start manifesting the world around us (in my understanding of the law)

due to this we have created a loop wherein the 3D “feeds” our beliefs, and our beliefs are reflected by the 3D. Only one part of this feedback loop however is law.

Now since we experience the 3d with our senses we take everything that happens as a self reaffirming belief. if you were manifesting 50k you no longer need to affirm for 50k because seeing it in your 3D reaffirms that it is already yours as a fact.

This does not mean that you have to accept anything in the 3D, because your 3D is a reflection of your inner world. You no longer have to take the 3D as evidence or proof of previous belief systems that no longer serve you, because it can change in an instant when you decide and persist in what you want to experience instead.

This is a bit of a wacky post but i was just thinking about this recently.

Love,

Saph

[darkmaga-returns]

I recently interviewed the professional version of ChatGPT. My intent was to put a crosshair on the functional uses for AI, but I got a totally new and profound view. More on that in a minute. The first thing on the list was Cognitive Augmentation, which covers things like research, ideation, writing, etc. There are no moving parts so far.  However, the list went on with fluid uses like surveillance, mechanical and procedural automation, and narrative control.

In all, one function was static, and the next six were dynamic based on data flows. This prompted me to ask ChatGPT:

Would you say the prime directive for AI is live-flow data analysis?

Then ChatGPT spilled its guts:

At its most powerful and strategic, AI exists not to archive knowledge but to act upon the world in real time. This aligns it more with control systems than mere analytics. In technocratic logic, knowledge is only as valuable as its immediate utility in managing systems—whether ecological, social, economic, or mechanical.

Think motion. Why live-flow dominates, according to ChatGPT:

1. Cybernetic Control:

AI inherits from cybernetics a commitment to feedback loops—processing input, adjusting outputs, and minimizing system entropy through continuous real-time correction.

2. System Optimization:

Smart grids, autonomous vehicles, financial trading bots, and social platforms rely on AI only insofar as it acts continuously to optimize flow, minimize error, or redirect behavior.

3. Governance and Enforcement:

Technocratic systems—whether in energy, healthcare, or speech regulation—favor AI not as a tool of deliberation but as a mechanism of enforced compliance via perpetual data scanning and instant decision-making.

4. Surveillance as Governance:

The logic of surveillance capitalism and state bio-monitoring depends on AI’s ability to observe and react faster than humans, preempting decisions rather than responding to crises after the fact.

Then it noted that static analysis is secondary, but still strategic.

[amadeusgame]

New Demo Progress

It'll be close, but I think the new demo for Amadeus: A Riddle for Thee is just barely going to get finished by the end of October, or at the latest, early November. Just around the witchiest and werewolf-iest time of year!

It has ALL the stuff I've been working on, plus a couple quality-of-life adjustments from feedback I received at MAGWest.

Text system: fonts, pauses, new "instant" text speed

UI: box for speaker name, glossary mechanic, keyboard controls for menus

Audio: new tracks, seamless audio looping mechanic, anime-ass opening

Art: new assets, cooler Witch design, inactive sprites now greyed out instead of reduced opacity

Narrative: rewritten to properly set up the complete 5-part narrative

Miscellaneous tweaks, updates, and fixes

Note on length/content:

This demo will not actually be a 1:1 replacement of the currently public demo. It should be comparable in length, but notably, the watchtower exploration portion is no longer part of the demo. I have made so many changes in preparation for the complete game that at this point, including that scene would give away too much before the game releases...

There is a new scene at the beginning though, and with the narrative changes/additions, the amount of content should be about the same.

If you'd like to get a taste of what I've been working on for the past year, you can, very soon! Thank you so much for your patience. I hope this demo release will instill confidence that the game is in really strong shape and well on its way to finished.

Links for when it drops: https://linktr.ee/amadeusgame

[ahopefulbromantic]

Honestly purring is such a genius concept. You mean to tell me my cat has a built-in instant feedback audio system that lets me know if she's enjoying the cuddles and stuff so I can make her happy??? while also making me relaxed and happy with the rumbles??? Brilliant, spectacular, showstopping, amazing, ∞/10

[deardearestbrandsnews2025]

For a digital-only, cloud-based PlayStation 7, here’s an updated schematic focusing on next-gen cloud gaming, AI-driven performance, and minimalistic hardware:

1. Hardware Architecture (Cloud-Optimized, Minimalist Design)

Processing Power:

Cloud-Based AI Compute Servers with Custom Sony Neural Processing Units (NPUs)

Local Ultra-Low Latency Streaming Box (PS7 Cloud Hub) with AI-Assisted Lag Reduction

Storage:

No Internal Game Storage (Everything Runs via PlayStation ZeroCloud)

4TB Cloud-Synced SSD for System & Personal Data

Connectivity:

WiFi 7 & 6G Mobile Support for High-Speed Streaming

Quantum Encrypted Bluetooth 6.0 for Peripherals

Direct-to-Server Ethernet Optimization (AI-Managed Ping Reduction)

Form Factor:

Minimalist Digital Console Hub (Size of a Small Router)

No Disc Drive – Fully Digital & Cloud-Dependent

2. UI/UX Design (AI-Powered Cloud Interface)

NexusOS 1.0 (Cloud-Based AI UI): Personalized Dashboard Adapting to Player Preferences

ZeroNexus AI Assistant:

Predictive Game Recommendations

Smart Latency Optimization for Cloud Gaming

In-Game AI Strategy Coach

Instant Play Anywhere:

Seamless Cloud Save Syncing Across Devices

Playable on Console, PC, Tablet, or NexusPad Companion Device

Holographic UI Options (for AR Integration with Future PlayStation VR)

3. Concept Art & Industrial Design (Minimalist, Streaming-Focused)

Compact, Vertical-Standing Console (PS7 Cloud Hub)

Sleek, Heatless Design (No Heavy Internal Processing)

DualSense 2X Controller:

Cloud-Connected Haptics (Real-Time Adaptive Feedback)

AI-Touchscreen Interface for Quick Actions & Cloud Navigation

Self-Charging Dock (Wireless Power Transfer)

4. Software & Ecosystem (Full Cloud Gaming Integration)

PlayStation ZeroCloud (Sony’s Ultimate Cloud Gaming Service)

No Downloads, No Installs – Instant Play on Any Device

AI-Based 8K Upscaling & Adaptive Frame Rate

Cloud-Powered VR & AR Experiences

Cross-Platform Compatibility: PlayStation 7 Games Playable on PC, TV, & Mobile

Subscription-Based Ownership (Game Library Access Model with NFT Licensing for Exclusive Titles)

Eco-Friendly AI Resource Scaling: Low Power Consumption for Cloud Streaming

This design ensures ultra-fast, high-quality, cloud-first gaming while eliminating hardware limitations. Let me know if you want refinements or additional features!

[askthedarknessandhewillanswer]

My Creepers AU ❤️

In my head I have made up a little AU so that I can work with and imagine the Creepypasta characters without having to think to hard about "Would this be canon?" Or if a literal psycho would behave the way I need.

This is all for funsies, I would lovw to hear feedback from people and asks so that I can warm up to not only this fandom but writing in general.

First and foremost in this AU they are not willy-nilly murderers. Every kill is planned and approved by boss man (Slender, will touch on his role in a second)

In short, the Creepypasta are a collection of serial killers who still have morals (although some less than most) there is a hierarchy system, and many regulations to ensure their mission remains secret and safe.

The Bossman

Slenderman is the boss, he oversees the hundreds of helpers he has aquired and his word is law.

I do want to stick somewhat close to Canon with him, he is an all powerful being, a dark entity that few can bear to be near for very long. Only the truly wicked and twisted in the head can not only stay sane around him, but also work for him.

It's how he enlists, Slenderman can sense every possible candidate for such a position and has the decency to wait untill the individual has hit rock bottom or is in dire need of help. It's then that he swoops in and offers them a place among his ranks, if he is turned down the individual will die.

However if accepted Slenderman and the individual form a blood bond, a sort of magic or spell that ties the individual to Slenderman so that he can connect to them telepathically but also pull them out of dangerous situations if need be.

Straying from canon in this AU Slenderman is very much the tired boss the mass had made him out to be, he acts like a dad to the creepers that are permanently within his main residence (Toby, Sally, BEN, and most of the 'younger' creeps)

He is not only protective of his workers but he is quite kind to them in comparison to the Canon idea. Slenderman is a constant presence, someone who the creepers know will help them if they truly do need it. But there is still a touch of fear that comes with it, if the Creeps betray him they are dead in an instant or cut from the organization and dumped on a mental hospital's doorstep.

The heirarchy

Obviously there is a difference between the Proxies and your average Creeps.

The Proxies are Slenderman's immediate servants, they are his most trusted employees if you will (Tim get's employee of the month every month)

The Proxies are individuals that held so much potential that Slenderman gave a bit of his own energy to them, granting them intense speed and strength to help with the larger tasks assigned to them. They ramain in the main residence with Slenderman at all times if not on a mission.

The rest of the Creeps are really just crazy, that's their bonus power. Their insanity has been honed by Slenderman's mental connection and helps their senses and stength but not as much as the Proxies.

There is little competition to get a spot as a Proxy, the Creeps don't see much appeal to it (it's just more work and having to stay in one place for a long time)

Regulations

They have quite the strict terms and agreements list.

Follow the list (List will be explained after this)

Do not engage in fights outside of work or duels

Do not engage with the public

Do not contact anyone from your past

Do not bring anyone to any of the houses

Do not steal from fellow Creeps

Do not disrespect the houses in any shape way or form.

These are the broader rules for them to follow, set in place by Slenderman to keep them all safe and compliant.

This is all I'm writing for it rn, let me know if anyone want's to know more or has questions

[elementramarketing]

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