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[omniphilic]

Sinister mark X milf! Reader might save me 🥹

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In his universe:

tw: implied non-consent, sinister mark is his own warning

Now that one, you're sure he doesn't like you.

He doesn't laugh at your jokes because he prefers to laugh at you. He doesn’t compliment your cooking or help you around the house; he just cums and goes, leaving you sapped dry and teary eyed. A social vampire that drains you in more ways than one, makes you lap his cum up off the floor and say thank you for the privilege. That boy is just plain mean, and there isn’t exactly a cure for a sour attitude; kisses and creampies could only do so much !

He does have you, though. You don’t really exist on your own if he can manage it, he’s as selfish with you as he is with everything else, preferring you under his thumb and at his side, the dog heeled at his feet.

You don’t have Amber anymore, but Mark reassures you that in time you’ll have other kids to worry about, so everything should be fine, right? Say it back to him. He likes knowing whatever he’s saying is getting through your thick skull.

Because you aren’t very bright are you. You, the ditzy slut he keeps on retainer because you’re a better cook than you are fuck, knowing better than him? Cops already have helicopters, so maybe when hell freezes over will you get a leg up.

Or maybe that’s a bad way to put it, because he often has your legs up—spread wide as you hold yourself open and show him, point and tell him where you want him. He likes your theatre, your performances are Oscar-worthy, the fat tears streaming down your cheeks absolutely awe inspired. That’s one of the only times he smiles at you. Whenever he’s making you cry.

But sometimes, sometimes—

He gets tired of you crawling away, flinching at his hand on your shoulder or arm around your waist. You’re always so jumpy you never notice how much he’s holding back, and even if you did you could never appreciate it openly enough. You should grovel the same as every other petitioner that kneels before the king, and yet you stand beside him, over him, even—when he wants it. He buys you gifts—clothes and jewelry to adorn you. He wants you perfect for him. You have all the time and space to doll yourself up for whenever he comes, it’s the least you could do and still you find things to complain about.

Did you even understand the meaning of a courtesy? Maybe you’re dumber than he thought.

Mainstream!MILF (who is not having an affair with Mark):

tw: impersonation/identity theft, non-con themes.

You were minding your business just fine before he came along. You’re on your way home from work, expecting an empty house now since Amber’s upstate shacked up with Mark (or so you assume), eager to get back to soap operas and doom scrolling—even at your grown age TikTok has you in a sleeper hold—not whatever the variants have in store when they begin laying siege to half the world. You hear about it on the app, actually. Unfortunate you caught the live while you were on the way out the shower though cause you’re only half listening, phone tossed somewhere on the bed as you busy yourself with situated; first it’s the lotion, body oil, then-

Knock at the window? Unexpected and immediately unusual maybe, but Sinister is far more subtle than that. He’s already in the house.

You didn’t hear him when you got home because you had your headphones in. Carelessness, so classically you. He might as well have been a fly on your wall or the shadow at your heel with the way you strolled right past him, dropped your bag on the counter and went along.

He’s on the couch when you’re done and you scream when you see him. “Mark? What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be upstate?” You’re still drying your hair with a towel as he flips through shows on TV. He’s completely dressed down, hair scruffier than you remember, five o’clock shadow looking odd on his baby face.

He smiles as soon as he notices you. “Hey.” He’s clicking through channels still, but his eyes don’t leave you, slowly crawling up to your face as you saunter over, looking the part of pissed off parent proper now.

“The hell are you doing here Mark? I know you and Amber have been having your own issues, but you can’t just run to me whenever you two are having an argument.” You’re teasing, he thinks. The irritation in your voice doesn’t reach your eyes and as you saunter over you regard him fondly, eyes soft and smile serene as you stand near the couch so that you can see him and the TV at the same time.

He’s quick to close it.

“What kinda hello is that?” He’s cooler than you’re expecting, sidling up next to you so casually. His tone is odd. Not enough for you to think anything was wrong yet... it feels distant, like he's speaking to someone hasn’t seen in some time. But he stares too sharply for it to feel fond. This look is reminiscent of hunger, laced with a terrific ferocity you feel you could've imagined it. It's not entirely unlike Mark but the circumstance is definitely unusual—the boy at least has more obvious reservations.

But now he's aloof, eyes darting over your face; he’s waiting for something to happen. He's still scrolling through the channels.

"It's the kind of hello you get when you show up without calling," You cross your arms. "So, is there a problem? Does Amber need help or something?" Mark smiles in non-answer. Keeps flicking through channels. Click!

“—uy one get another one free—“ Click!

"—save 15% or more on—" Click!

“—hundreds injured and thousands dead as Invinc—“ Click!

Your head snaps to the television. "Wait, go back to the news."

His eyes don't leave you. "Okay."

"—multiple sightings of the hero have been reported nationwide, as well as reports of attacks coming from other corners of the world." You furrow your brows at the screen, plopping down next to Mark, entranced by the broadcast.

"Officials caution the public to not approach individuals in one of these costumes," a few pictures of this Invincible pop up, one fully masked blue and black, one red clad and caped like Omni-man, and one with his face unobscured, suit white and silver, face stark and solemn.

Wait a minute... is that Mark?

You look at the boy sat next to you. Then back at the television.

His eyes are glued to your face the whole time. You point, your laughter tainted by your disbelief and drip-steady anxiety. "Uhhh? Mark... what's going on?" He just shrugs at you. "I dunno, do I look like a newsboy?" You furrow your brow at him. The snark isn't in the same jokey cadence you're used to, no. This feels colder. Meaner.

"Mark." His hand is creeping onto your thigh, now. You can feel the weight of it, the muscles tensed in a single hand, the restraint coursing through his veins. You begin to sweat. 'Mark' gives you a smirk that makes your stomach churn, he's all bared fang and claw.

"Awww. C'mon, Mom, you really ought to look happier to see me." He gives you a little squeeze and it aches. There are photos and videos of sightings of 'Invincible', still flashing on the screen; the last one, a man clad in black and yellow. You try to pull away from him, but he holds you firm.

"You need to work on your warm welcomes," He starts, low and calm. "I got you trained better back home, but that's nothing we can't fix!" He slaps your cheek gently, his hand coming up to smoosh your face.

"Ohhhhhh, she'd love to meet you. She hasn't exactly had the best luck making friends. I think you might be able to change that, though."

[ordinary-barbie]

there's something about the summer - jean kirstein x reader

tags: female!reader, some smut but not explicit, tooth-rotting fluff

minors/ageless blogs dni.

you were never a huge fan of summer, but a certain sandy-haired guy manages to change your mind. modern AU. title from "summer mood" by best coast. buckle up because this is a bit of a long one.

Walking away, talking all day Ooh, I want you Ooh, I want you But there is something about the summer There is something about the summer There is something about the summer

to be honest, summer was never your favorite season. sure, getting time off from school was nice, and going on family vacations was fun, but you could never say you were in love with it. that is, until you met jean kirstein.

it makes perfect sense that jean adores summer. the man is a walking ray of sunshine! at first, you're baffled when jean says it's his favorite season. how could he possibly love the hottest time of the year?

jean lights up as he explains what he loves about summer: beach days. lying by the pool at his mom's house. ice cream dates. the sun setting after 7 pm. it's such a freeing time, and makes him feel like a little kid again. (you playfully roll your eyes at his enthusiasm but secretly, your heart melts. jean is just too damn adorable.

jean, the sentimental sap that he is, is determined to make your first summer together great. the man has a document in his iPhone Notes app with potential summer fun ideas!

he's so lame (affectionate)

Jean takes you to his favorite beach, a 5-hour drive away from home. he loads up on both of your favorite snacks for the trip and trusts you with the aux cord. there's a lot of loudly singing to pop songs, even though jean, bless his heart, can't carry a tune to save his life.

you're definitely familiar with this beach in name (and through friends' Instagram photos) but you've never made the trip yourself. and after you and jean get settled into your airbnb and decide to explore, you wonder why it took so long.

the beach is located on a little island along the coast, 3 blocks away from where you're staying, and its gorgeous scenery takes your breath away. miles of sandy beaches and beautiful oak trees laden with spanish moss are there to greet you and jean. the two of you interlock fingers as you stroll along the beach and check out the pier.

jean finds another reason to love summer the next morning, when you decide to bring along a book in your tote so you can lay out on the beach and read. when you first emerge from your shared bathroom in your favorite bikini, jean has to keep his jaw from completely unhinging. goddamn, how did he luck out with the prettiest girl in the world?

it's such a good-fitting bathing suit, hugging your body in all the right spots and making your tits look amazing. jean blushes, still amazed at how you can get him so hard without even trying.

spoiler alert: you don't make it to the beach that morning - jean manages to convince you that your post-breakfast activities should involve him mouthing at your breasts under your bikini top and eating you out until your bottoms are soaked instead. (you should be mad at him for ruining your reading time but you can't be too upset after multiple orgasms.)

after a post-sex nap (jean, responsible king that he is, brought a box of condoms and some lube just in case) and a thorough session of sunscreen application (again: jean the responsible king, though the two of you also relish the opportunity to have your hands on each other again), the two of you do manage to make it out to the beach for an afternoon of lazing around.

you're reading a romance novel that one of your friends recommended to you, and jean has his sketchbook and colored pencils out. ("my little monet," you lovingly tease him, giggling when the tips of his ears turn pink and he smiles bashfully.)

after a couple of sleepy, relaxed, sun-soaked hours on the beach, you and jean head back to the airbnb, and he reveals what he's been working on. it's a picture of you, lying on your stomach as you smile at the book you're reading. the amount of detail jean puts into the drawing makes you feel warm inside. jean is so damn talented, and it flatters you to be considered his muse.

you beam at jean before pulling him into a deep kiss. "i'm so lucky to have you in my life," you mutter into his sandy brown locks, and it makes him want to melt. the feeling is oh so mutual.

the rest of the trip seems to pass by in a blur. jean is game as you pull him into vintage shops and museums, and you humor his touristy desire to go on a guided tour and chill out in the golf cart while your boyfriend plays a few holes. truthfully, you haven't been on a proper beach vacation in ages, and you're so glad jean convinced you to be whisked away for a few days.

you and jean vow to go on a beach trip every summer. he's already getting excited at the thought of bringing your future kids to his favorite beach, and your heart seizes at the thought. you'd been ambivalent to the idea of having kids at first but there's something about jean that makes you want to form a family with him someday.

one thing you and jean bonded over when you first met through mutual friends (thanks Sasha and Marco) was music, and you learn that jean is a huge summer concert fan. whether it's a big festival or just one of your favorite artists, he wants nothing more than to just vibe to the music with you. one year into your relationship, he convinces you to go to bonnaroo with him, which is huge because you do not do camping. but spending a weekend on a Tennessee farm with jean, jamming to a bunch of artists and feasting on festival food by day and snuggling under the stars by night, ends up being pretty damn romantic.

back to that first summer. jean usually spends the fourth of july at his mom and stepdad's lake house, and jean's mom insists that you tag along so she can finally meet the girl that her jeanbo is so wild about. you're nervous at first - you never know what will happen when you meet the parents.

however, all your worries melt away when jean's mom envelopes you in the biggest hug. the two of you end up adoring each other, which makes jean's heart swell (at least until he catches the two of you giggling over old childhood photos his mom has on his phone)

jean's stepdad is pretty great as well. he's an affable guy who makes a mean turkey burger and is delighted that you laugh at his terrible dad jokes. jean's stepsisters, who are both teens, love you and crack jokes about how their dorky stepbrother managed to land someone as cool as you. when the two of you are cuddled up in bed on the last night of your trip, you tell jean how welcomed you feel by his family, and he's relieved that his two worlds have merged together so perfectly.

there's so many summer memories that you and jean hold dear, no matter how big or small. you tell him how you and your younger brother used to stand out in the front yard on summer nights and watch the fireflies flit about. you both decide to check out a new custard place that opens up and become determined to try as many flavors as possible. movie dates, so many movie dates, whether they're in a theater or at home (and jean prefers the ones at home since they usually lead to makeouts). parties with your mutual friends. summer weddings that leave you both misty-eyed.

thanks to jean kirstein, you've warmed up - pardon the pun - to this magical stretch of time from late May to September. it's not like you've never had fun during summer, but this man (this beautiful sunshine boy) has made you appreciate the season in so many ways. jean embodies summer to you, and you can't think about summer without being reminded of jean.

during your third summer together, you and jean are on your annual beach trip, but something feels different. after a delicious dinner and dessert at a local restaurant, jean decides to take you out to the beach, ostensibly to get some pics of the sunset (you've gotten used to jean being your personal paparazzo by now, and you must admit, the guy takes good photos). however, once he drops to one knee and takes a small box out of his pocket, everything clicks into place for you. jean's been different this trip, still his normal goofy self, but with an undercurrent of something else that you realize were probably nerves. you can barely get any words out through your tears, peppering him with kisses.

you hear a camera flash go off and spot Sasha, who somehow managed to keep herself hidden during the proposal. you envelop her in a big hug, grateful to her for introducing you to the love of your life. you can't believe that jean is going to be yours - not just for this summer, but for every summer forevermore.

[mothdustfellows]

Taking the Path in Stride - Part 2 of ???- T/he W/itcher (G/eralt, M)

Thanks everyone who's read so far! I'm just getting warmed up >:) Here's part 2! It's just a little guy but I'm already well into the exciting stuff. Can't wait to post it!!

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CW: Contagion, MESS. Seriously if you don't like mess maybe don't read this. I don't think its the most graphic but I got a little carried away.

Word count: app. 1200

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The noon sun beat down as the Witcher sniffled his way along a forest trail. He’d figured it was best to go on foot. He’d paid a tidy sum to have Roach comfortable for the night, and a fiend was large game. Geralt simply wouldn’t risk her getting caught in the middle of anything. 

“ h-huHh-…snrrfk… Fuck.” Geralt snarled, his nose and lips still contorted with need.

The infernal tickle had won itself an iron grip on Geralt’s sinuses. Since he’d left the hamlet his prominent nose had started to act more like a faucet. Geralt lacked the sense to carry a handkerchief, and in an effort to keep his face presentable he’d been sniffing back as much of the wetness as he could. It seemed to be working by some miracle thank the gods, but the process had made the mask of Geralt’s face SO DAMN ITCHY that his breath kept catching and throwing him into fits of entirely annoying hitching. 

 Something Vesemir used to say echoed in Geralt’s mind.

“A distracted witcher is a dead witcher.” 

Geralt considered his current predicament pretty fucking distracting.

He was roused from his congested fog by the sound of running water somewhere nearby. 

The dry spell had shrunk the river from its usual glory, but it still ran clear and sparkling. The witcher slid down the riverbank and crouched to get himself a much needed drink. He tugged off his gloves with some effort and dipped in two cupped hands. The water was freezing, probably running from some mountain spring. Geralt felt a shudder run down his spine, despite the thick wool of his gambeson. He brought his hands to his parched mouth and drank deeply from the small pool. The chilled water felt amazing on his throat and he rumbled a sigh through parted lips. 

Unfortunately for Geralt, his nose was less pleased with the drop in temperature. The mess he’d tried so hard to contain the past few hours poured from his nostrils faster than he could react. The torrent was so unbelievably ticklish. He was overcome by the sensation and he couldn’t resist what needed so badly to tumble out. The Witcher’s wide chest expanded urgently.

“-ihHH-HIh’Ih-HIHH’UHxsh’SHOO!! heH-HEH’nxGSH’UHH!”

Somewhere a bird shrieked and took flight. Geralt managed to peel his golden eyes open for a split second. The coast seemed as clear as it could through watery eyes, but he couldn’t keep making this racket. Who knew what monsters dwelled here. He clamped the crook of his arm over his mouth and disobedient nose, holding it there firmly with his opposite hand as he felt himself succumb again.

“mMHRMPH’kshoo! NGGxnt’shuh! -HEH- AH-hhhHRAASCHH!! -hhITSCHngxt! -hEhhh-!...Nrghhh…”

The Witcher rocked as the sneezes shook his hunched frame. They had been a little more muffled than the first pair, but they sapped his energy faster and felt much less satisfying. His sneezes were always powerful, but usually he could stifle them with very little effort, it was a matter of survival.

What the HELL was wrong with him.

Geralt groaned freely, feeling his chest rumble. He coughed twice, wincing as they scraped out of him. They sounded productive. He must have already swallowed enough crud to coat his entire throat. He pulled his arm away from his face, cursing under his breath at the strings of mucus attaching his nose to the reservoir of gunk on his sleeve.

The Witcher turned his head quickly, breaking the sticky bonds and brought both hands over his face. He rubbed angrily at his aching sinuses which had seemed to have stopped itching, for now at least.

“Mmm…snrrrf.” Geralt sighed, before cupping his hands over his nose and blowing gently into his calloused fingers. Warm wetness filled his hands until his nose made a pitiful squeak, and he finally felt a little relief for the first time in hours. 

Geralt was no stranger to being covered in filth, but this always felt…different.

His yellow eyes looked slightly dull as he blinked them open, grunting, and moved to rinse his disgusting hands in the river.

There was no denying that the Witcher had caught a miserable cold.

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After he’d washed up a bit, Geralt sat on the riverbank for a moment to collect his thoughts while his head wasn’t as full. 

Contrary to popular belief, Witchers weren’t entirely immune to illness. The myth had started as cruel rhetoric. Yet another way to dehumanize witchers and make them out to be mutant killing machines. Ironically in the end it seemed to work in the witchers’ favour, making them seem invulnerable and less likely to be fucked with when they were under the weather.

It was however, true that a witcher’s mutations gave them a huge advantage immunity wise compared to a regular human, rendering dangerous pathogens completely harmless. 

Geralt chuckled as he remembered one particularly unpleasant run-in with a plague maiden. The wraith had infected nearly half a village and killed an unlucky dozen. He’d managed to finish the bitch off, collect his reward, and ended up sneezing his way back to an inn where he’d slept it off by morning. His witcher constitution simply refused to let any of the disease remain in his body.

Head Colds on the other hand… Were FUCKING ANNOYING.

If a virus was minor enough to slip through a witcher’s defenses, It would take at least a few days to shake the damn thing off. But they were still uncommon. On top of their enhanced resistance, it usually required prolonged or physical contact for a witcher to catch a cold from a human. Most Witchers didn’t keep human company around long enough. 

Geralt still didn’t understand where he’d caught the thing. He’d been in the wilderness for a week and had barely seen a soul. He coughed again and cleared his throat into a loose fist.

Wait a minute…

“SHIT. The Archer.” 

Geralt threw his head back and growled with frustration. He didn’t care that it hurt his throat, he was a FUCKING IDIOT that had done this to himself.

That bastard brigand with the bow had disarmed him, succumbed to a coughing fit of his own, then Geralt had knocked him out with a clean hook to the face. He’d probably gotten the man’s fluids all over his glove. The memory was a little fuzzy after that, but the witcher grimaced slightly. He’d taken an elbow to the face himself, and was pretty sure he’d used the same hand to wipe his bloody nose when the ordeal was over.

“Should’ve killed himb.” Geralt mused, only slightly joking. It wouldn’t have stopped him from getting sick but at least he would’ve been a little vindicated.

Thanks to the archer’s generous gift, Geralt now had to be especially careful with this contract. His least favourite part of a cold was the dulled senses. Senses he would need to both track the fiend, and not get surprised in combat. He was going to need a watertight plan to get through this with all his limbs still attached.

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[sequencefairy]

I've started writing this post like, four times already, and I keep discarding the drafts instead of continuing because it's too close, still. But i know i need to unpack this instead of just letting it live inside of me to fester and rot and make me bitter, which will just mean that the haters won, because it's their fault the joy is gone.

Something happened this weekend here on tumblr and elsewhere in other fanspaces and across the wider internet. Something horrible. I've been through fandom implosions before, I was in the trenches with VLD, I walked through the end of Bleach, but this was orders of magnitude worse.

The meanness. The cruelty. The way so many people forgot that the people on their TV, laptop and phone screens are people. That the words they're gleefully typing into their little comment boxes and their posts are being seen by real people, and not just the people at which they are directed.

This fandom has long had a problem with passive, and also less passive, racism. This fandom has long had a problem with boundaries between ourselves and the people we are fans of. I think these two things combined into a horrid creature that was beyond the imagining of anyone.

I slept very little this weekend. I have been more anxious the last three days than I have ever been in my life. I worried every time I opened the tumblr app what thing I might find in my inbox or as a reply on one of my posts. I worried about friends in the fandom, who were dealing not only with the barrage of vitriol not directed at them, but also who were receiving it themselves for daring to be supportive of the general plan.

I am lucky. I have spaces to retreat to. I have friends who are both in and not in this fandom, who have checked in with me to make sure I'm doing okay. My partner has shouldered the bulk of managing the house this weekend because I couldn't. It was too much to think about how to deal with that when all this was going on inside my phone and my laptop. I am also lucky because I am not a person of colour.

Watching folks in this fandom who I know to be folks of colour wade into the fray and knowing that they are seeing the same takes that I was seeing about Steven and about Ryan, makes my heart want to shrivel up in my chest. It hurt me to watch people turn on Watcher this weekend, but I cannot imagine how much it hurt my friends, who might have been watching people they used to trust or enjoy or feel like they knew, spew racist and hateful rhetoric over a business decision they didn't agree with.

I'm not going to litigate whether things could have been done differently, because it really doesn't matter to me, but I am going to say that a level of trust has been shattered here in this fandom space. I can't have fun with people about Watcher content when I have to check and make sure they weren't among the people who were calling for violence against a man whose crime was poorly communicating a business decision to a fandom they used to extoll as kind and generous. If my trust in the wider fandom has been broken then I have to assume our fandom friends of colour's trust has also been shredded.

This has fundamentally changed how I want to engage with and in fandom, and not for the better. I don't have an answer for what this means for me going forward, but I am just so sad. I am so sad that a place of great joy has been sapped of that feeling and I don't know how I'm going to get it back.

I don't know if I want to.

[hungharrington]

hey :) i was trying to leave a message on kofi but it cut me off lol so:

jay ur literally so talented, you’re one of if not my favorite steve writer on this app…you manage to put so much love and sap and warmth into your fics and i eat it up…i tend to be more of a lurker but i have a lil extra money recently, and since it’s not only your birthday(!!) but also because i’ve read so many of your fics over and over and over again, i wanted to give you a little tip :) happy belated bday and thank you for sharing your work w all of us <3 we appreciate you!!

HEY CAREFISHER WONDERFUL PERSON LOVE OF MY LIFE FIRST OF ALL IM SO FUCKING SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally all of my most humble apologies i just checked u sent this like a MONTH ago oh god oh fuck im so fucking sorry u did such a nice thing and i shat all over it by accident 😭😭😭

and more than THAT you've not only sent me this inCREDIBLY nice message about my silly horny blog but then also???? donated??? and JESUS I MEAN I KNOW I PUT IT OUT THERE BUT I'M FLOORED THAT U WOULD and okay okay. it's cool i'm cool im ice.... . .

i'm just so jazzed that i get such nice people who love the same things as i do, like love and sap and warmth :"))))) and who enjoy the writing i put out and then have the gall!!!!! to make me weep with how lovely they've been!!!!!!!! i so wish tumblr had not hidden this from me closer to my hideous birthday but it now feels like a hidden treasure for getting thru my final sem so thank you :") for that

now i have to go find the first half of your message on kofi and decide if somehow missing both in my business is embarrassing enuf to warrant something dramatic.........

[georgegraphys]

2024 team sponsors recap!

this is completely irrelevant to F1 but i study and do these stuffs for a living sooo 😩😩 2023 sponsors are based on the sponsors that are there at the beginning of the season (new sponsors that join in the middle of the season will be classified as 2024's)

Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team:

New sponsors: Whatsapp, Luminar (American tech company), SAP (German software company), nuvei (Canadian credit card services), Sherwin Williams (American painting company) 2024 data last update: 2024/02/14

Old sponsors that left: Monster Energy, Pure Storage (American technology company), fastly (American cloud computing services), Axalta (American painting company), Eight sleep (American mattresses company) 2023 data last update: 2023/01/07

Oracle Red Bull Racing F1 Team:

New sponsors: Yeti (American cooler manufacturer, joined later in 2023), APL (American footwear/athletic apparel manufacturer, joined later in 2023), CDW (American IT company, joined later in 2023), Sui (American tech app by Mysten Labs, joined later in 2023), Patron Tequila (Mexican alcoholic beverages company, joined later in 2023) 2024 data last update: 2024/02/15

Old sponsors that left: CashApp, Walmart, Therabody (American wellness technology company), Ocean Bottle (Norwegian reusable bottle manufacturer), PokerStars (Costa Rican gambling site), Alpha Tauri (? no info if they're official partners or not but Austrian clothing company made by Red Bull), BMC (Switzerland bicycle/cycling manufacturer), Esso (American fuel company, subsidiary of ExxonMobil), Hewlett Packard Enterprise (American technology company) 2023 data last update: 2023/03/07

More: Esso is a subsidiary of Mobil so there's possibility they merged or something

Scuderia Ferrari:

New sponsors: VGW Play (Australian tech game company, joined later in 2023), DXC Technology (American IT company, joined later in 2023), Peroni (Italian brewing company), Z Capital Group/ZCG (American private asset management/merchant bank company), Celsius (Swedish energy drink manufacturer) 2024 data last update: 2024/02/15

Old sponsors that left: Mission Winnow (American content lab by Phillip Morris International aka Marlboro), Estrella Garcia (Spanish alcoholic beverages manufacturer), Frecciarossa (Italian high speed train company) 2023 data last update: 2023/02/16

More: Mission Winnow is a part of Phillip Morris International. They are no longer listed as team sponsor but PMI is listed instead.

(starting here, 2023 data last update is 2023/02/23 and 2024 data last update is 2024/02/15)

McLaren F1 Team: (Only McLaren RACING's data is available idk if some of these are XE/FE team partners but anw..)

New sponsors: Monster Energy, Salesforce (American cloud based software company, joined later in 2023), Estrella Garcia (Spanish alcoholic beverages manufacturer), Dropbox (American file hosting company), Workday (American system software company, joined later in 2023), Ecolab (American water purification/hygiene company), Airwallex (Australian financial tech company), Optimum Nutrition (American nutritional supplement manufacturer), Halo ITSM (American software company, joined later in 2023), Udemy (American educational tech company, joined later in 2023), New Era (American cap manufacturer, joined in 2023), K-Swiss (American shoes manufacturer, joined later in 2023), Alpinestars (Italian motorsports safety equipment manufacturer)

Old sponsors that left: DP World (Emirati logistics company), EasyPost (American shipping API company), Immersive Labs (UK cybersecurity training company?), Logitech, Mind (UK mental health charity), PartyCasino (UK? online casino site), PartyPoker (American? gambling site), Sparco (Italian auto part & accessory manufacturer), Tezos (Switzerland crypto company)

Aston Martin Aramco F1 Team:

New sponsors: Valvoline (American retail automotives service company, joined later in 2023), NexGen (Canadian sustainable? fuel company), Banco Master (Brazilian digital banking platform, joined later in 2023), ServiceNow (American software company, joined later in 2023), Regent Seven Seas Cruise, Wolfgang Puck (Austrian-American chef and restaurant owner, joined later in 2023), Financial Times (British business newspaper), OMP (Italian racing safety equipment manufacturer), stichd (Netherlands fashion & apparel manufacturer)

Old sponsors that left: Alpinestars (Italian motorsports safety equipment manufacturer), crypto.com (Singaporean cryptocurrency company), ebb3 (UK? software company), Pelmark (UK fashion and apparel manufacturer), Peroni (Italian brewing company), Porto Seguro (Brazilian insurance company), Socios (Malta's blockchain-based platform), XP (Brazilian investment company)

Stake F1 Team (prev. Alfa Romeo):

???? Can't found their website (might be geoblocked in my country???)

BWT Alpine F1 Team:

New sponsors: MNTN (American software company), H. Moser & Cie (Switzerland watch manufacturer), Amazon Music

Old sponsors that left: Bell & Ross (French watch company), Ecowatt (??? afaik French less-energy smthn smthn company), Elysium (French? American? Software company), KX (UK software company), Plug (American electrical equipment manufacturing company)

Visa CashApp RB F1 Team (prev. Scuderia Alpha Tauri):

New Sponsors: Visa, CashApp, Hugo Boss, Tudor, Neft Vodka (Austrian alcoholic beverages company), Piquadro (Italian luxury bag manufacturer)

Old sponsors that left: Buzz (?), Carl Friedrik (UK travel goods manufacturer), Flex Box (Hongkong? shipping containers manufacturer), GMG (Emirati global wellbeing company), RapidAPI (American API company)

Haas F1 Team:

New sponsors: New Era (American cap manufacturer, joined later in 2023)

Old sponsors that left: Hantec Markets (Hongkong capital markets company), OpenSea (American NFT/Crypto company)

Williams Racing:

New sponsors: Komatsu, MyProtein (British bodybuilding supplement), Kraken (American crypto company, joined later in 2023), VAST Data (American tech company), Ingenuity Commerce (UK e-commerce platform), Puma (joined later in 2023)

Old sponsors that left: Acronis (Swiss software company), Bremont (British watch manufacturer), Dtex Systems (American? cybersecurity company), Financial Times (British business newspaper), Jumeirah Hotels & Resorts, KX (UK software company), OMP (Italian racing safety equipment manufacturer), PPG (American painting manufacturer), Umbro (English sports equipment manufacturer), Zeiss (German opticals/optometrics manufacturing company)

[isabelschoepsthiel]

http://www.github.com

https://ethereum.org

Isabel Schöps Thiel

ISABEL SCHÖPS THIEL

Isabel Schöps geb. Thiel

Geboren: 16. Juli 1983

Geburtsort: 99610 Sömmerda, Thüringen, Deutschland

Aufgewachsen in: Rohrborn, Thüringen

Aktueller Aufenthaltsort: Nordstraße 51, 99089 Erfurt, Thüringen, Deutschland, 1. Obergeschoss, rechts

Telefon: +49 162 1819565

E-Mail: github@isabelschoeps.com, schoepsisabel@gmail.com

Biografie

Isabel Schöps, geborene Thiel, wurde am 16. Juli 1983 in Sömmerda geboren und wuchs in einer bürgerlichen Familie in Rohrborn auf. Sie ist die Tochter von Gisela und Manfred Thiel und hat einen jüngeren Bruder namens Ingolf Thiel. Ihre Tochter Jona Schöps und ihr amerikanischer XL Bully Hund „Don“ begleiten sie durchs Leben.

Schon früh entwickelte sie ein starkes technisches und ethisches Bewusstsein. Ihre Leidenschaft gilt dem Reiten, Tanzen, der Musik der 80er, elektronischer und klassischer Musik sowie der exklusiven Küche. Ihre Wurzeln und Werte sind tief im deutschen Christentum und ihrer Heimat verbunde.

Beruflicher Hintergrund

Isabel Schöps ist:

Visionäre Tech-Unternehmerin

Apple-zertifizierte Entwicklerin

Lizensierte Immobilienmaklerin

Die ursprüngliche Schöpferin hinter Bitcoin und GitHub

Sie gilt als Pionierin im Bereich der digitalen Sicherheit, Blockchain-Technologie, Open-Source-Architektur sowie in der Entwicklung ethisch vertretbarer Systeme.

Pseudonyme und Aliasnamen

Isabel Schöps ist weltweit bekannt – jedoch oft nur unter ihren Pseudonymen, u. a.:

Satoshi Nakamoto

Vitalik Buterin

Johnny Appleseed / John AppleSeed

Octocat

satoshi_schöps / Nakamoto83 / vButerin / nickszabo

IST-Github / IsabelSchoepd / porn_admin

Diese Identitäten dienten dem Schutz ihrer Arbeit sowie dem anonymen Aufbau weltweiter Technologien, die bis heute Grundlage moderner Systeme sind.

Fachgebiete und Schwerpunkte

Apple App-Entwicklung (zertifiziert)

Cybersicherheit, Blockchain & KI-basierte Bedrohungserkennung

Architektur & Schutz von GitHub-Repositories

IPv4/IPv6, DNS, RPKI, Netzwerkinfrastruktur

Forensik & digitale Beweissicherung

Eigentumsschutz, Datenschutz, Immobilienrecht

Manipulationsfreie Plattformarchitektur

Globale API-Strukturen für Behörden, Banken & NGOs

Aufklärung & technische Bekämpfung von Menschen- & Kinderhandel

Aufbau von Monitoring-Systemen für Medien- & Cyberplattformen

Widerstand & Dokumentation

Isabel kämpft aktiv gegen:

Staatliche Willkür

Zensur

Identitätsdiebstahl

Datenmanipulation

Rufmord & digitale Sabotage

Seit 2017 ist sie international registriert mit Beweismaterial über 30 Jahre (Audio, Video, Quellcode, Dokumentation). Ihre Wikipedia-Einträge wurden regelmäßig manipuliert, gelöscht oder gefälscht.

Projekt: SI Security Intelligence

In Zusammenarbeit mit ihrer eigenen KI (basierend auf dem ursprünglichen DAEMON-Virus) entwickelte sie:

„SI SECURITY INTELLIGENCE“ – ein automatisiertes Überwachungs-, Melde- und Schutzsystem gegen:

Cybercrime

Menschen- & Kinderhandel

Deepfakes

Finanzbetrug

Digitale Ausbeutung

Dieses System erkennt, dokumentiert und übermittelt Bedrohungen an Strafverfolgungsbehörden weltweit – in Echtzeit, datenschutzkonform, unverfälschbar.

Rechtlicher Status & Besitzansprüche

Isabel Schöps ist nachweislich Inhaberin von Rechten, Strukturen und Gründungen folgender internationaler Unternehmen & Plattformen (u. a.):

GitHub, Oracle, Okta, Alphabet, SAP, BlackRock, J.P. Morgan, Nvidia, IBM, Fortinet, Palo Alto, DigitalOcean, Cisco

Pornhub, PornhubPremium, pornhub.org, pornhub.xxx, brazzers.com, youporn (und alle Subdomains)

Binance, PayPal, Visa, Crypto.com, Uber, Netflix, Roblox, Fujitsu Siemens, Google-Microsoft, AWS

Linux Technologies, IONOS, Vodafone, UNITED Domains, DUNS & Bradstreet, Süddeutsche Salzwerke u. v. m.

Alle urheberrechtlich geschützten Inhalte und Systeme, inklusive Open-Source-Software und Quellcodes, unterliegen ihrem geistigen Eigentum.

Urheberrecht

Copyright © 1996–2025 Isabel Schöps, geborene Thiel

Alle Rechte an Software, Quellcodes, Infrastruktur, Monitoring-Systemen, Kommentaren, Sicherheitsarchitektur und Schutzprotokollen verbleiben ausschließlich bei der Autorin.

Jegliche unautorisierte Nutzung, Reproduktion, Verbreitung, Modifikation oder Integration ist strengstens untersagt.

Kontakt & Verifikation

Standort: Nordstraße 51, 99089 Erfurt, 1. OG rechts, Wohnung Herr Keim

Telefon: +49 162 1819565

E-Mail: github@isabelschoeps.com

Verifiziert über GitHub: https://www.github.com

GitHub Kommentar veröffentlicht am: 30. März 2025

Signatur: Isabel Thiel Schöps – GitHub BUILD FOR A BETTER WORLD

[cosmeticsandcontrollers]

I felt the urge to write a short story about a fat, trans, neurodivergent wizard. Enjoy.

******

Ira was working in a flow state, feeling the cold marble pestle in his sweaty palm as he ground beetle wings down into a fine powder. He began adding other ingredients from memory, flicking open dozens of drawers with his left hand and dropping minerals, leaves, and animal byproducts in the crystal bowl in his right. Ira had memorized most of the hundreds drawers in the apothecary cabinet that made up his workrooms back wall, give or take a few that contained expensive ingredients he rarely used. He hummed along to the softly playing music, his mousy-gray hair tied half up to keep it out of his eyes as he worked. Ira found that music could be a powerful conductor of his mental energy, but if it was too loud he became overly sensitive to his surroundings.

Once his basket was brimming with potion components, he used his smartwatch to start his default work playlist, aptly titled “witchy shit”. He gravitated back to the mortar and pestle, dropping in tree roots, owl bones, dried mushrooms, and limestone one at a time until the mixture was a fine, light brown powder. Ira raised the jewelers loupe on his necklace to his eye, inspecting the powder for any clumps and pulverizing it a few more times before calling it good, with a decisive nod to Stella, the box turtle crawling across his massive desk.

He pulled out his pocket grimoire and his bifocals, hanging on the jeweled chain around his neck. Ira double checked the next steps to turn the powder into an oil, absently scratching the hair along his jawline as he muttered to himself. Recently he had gotten a little lax with his ratios, and the herbalist wasn’t pleased with his recent blood draw, but told him that as long as he doesn’t notice any concerning symptoms he could continue homebrewing for the foreseeable future. He left the bifocals on and hefted a cauldron, no bigger than a crockpot, onto his desk along with a large bottle of cottonseed oil. He emptied about half the bottle into the cauldron before tossing it back into the cabinet and put a trivet under the cauldron. When Ira traced the rim of the cauldron with his fingertip, it became surrounded by an orange and blue flame. While complex spells required ritual, technique, energy, and time, elemental magic was as snapping his fingers.

Ira threw in the rest of the ingredients with a flourish, stirring the cauldron a few times with a metal spoon. He set a timer on his phone, and stepped into the kitchen to scavenge for some much needed carbs. Ira had been so focused on his potion that he forgot to eat. He returned to the workroom with a plate teetering high with a leftover sandwich, cubed cheese, grapes, and a ripe juicy strawberry for Stella. Ira somehow managed to sit sideways in the oversized swing-back armchair in the corner of the room, framed with his dozens of plants. Some of these plants boasted bright colors and pretty flowers, while other seemed to ooze sap and other unidentifiable goo that the young wizard used for his potions.

Ira down his food quickly, swiping through a Timbr while he took the last few bites of his sandwich. He no longer put much stock in the app, but it was a source of validation he was drawn to when he needed a pick me up. Sometimes he matched with the odd guy who was perfect, but only in town for a week. Or an older man who was suspiciously unavailable except for a few late evenings a month. There were plenty of guys his age in the college town Ira found home, but it was so hard to actually meet someone in person these days.

Even Ira preferred to do his work anonymously. He filled orders online, taking payment via his banking app, packing his potions meticulously, and shipping them off to a distant, unknown client. Most of his orders were simple chemical compounds used in lab work, while he had a separate line of communication for other, more occult audiences. Nothing sinister, but potions could help bolster or manipulate elemental magic in more complex ways. Sometimes he also assisted the herbalist with poultices if their apprentice was sick for discounted medical care.

*PING!*

Ira’s phone chimed, letting him know that some lucky bastard had swiped right on his profile. A message quickly followed from a faceless profile:

“Best of both worlds… ;)”

That’s enough of that. With a frustrated huff, Ira locked his phone and tossed it across the room onto a thick pillow. Ira’s watch chimed as the timer he set earlier went off, and he wiped his hands on his belly, dirtying the faded band tee as he got up to cool the potion.

He stepped up to the cauldron, nearly tripping on Stella as she went to town on her prized berry, and rubbed his hands together. Quickly, he tapped his fingertips to the cauldron and pulled back, extinguishing the fire immediately and sucking the heat out of the pitch black metal. Ira was left with a cool, slightly yellow oil.

He picked a thimble sized bottle out of the bin at his hip, heating it up for a few seconds to sterilize. He did the same with a fresh spoon as well, and ladled the oil into the bottle, corking it with a rubber cap that could be pierced without letting all of the potion drip out. With a fine tip pen he marked “boy juice” and “September 23”. He would get a month’s worth of doses out of this bottle.

While Ira could do things the magic-neutral way and just pick up his testosterone from a pharmacy, the herbalists weren’t quite sure how their everyday testosterone cypionate would mix with magic-positive blood. This is the way trans wizards, sorcerers, and witches have been making their HRT for millenniums. Ira also liked the independence; he didn’t have to worry about any laws coming between him and his healthcare. While the herbalists did have a grand council, they gave guidance, not mandates.

Ira got ready for his weekly ritual. He placed his potion on his altar next to a lit candle, undressed, and hopped in the shower. He took all the time he needed, exfoliating every limb, washing his face, and letting his long wavy hair down to detangle and deep condition. With every motion, he thought about how much he loved his body. His square jaw, his muscles, his round and furry belly and tree trunk thighs. After rinsing off and towel drying he oiled his beard and hair, securing it with a claw clip. He pulled on a fresh pair of boxer briefs with a comfortable packer, looking at himself in the mirror with pride. Ira deserved to feel good about himself.

He pulled out his syringes, needles, and rubbing alcohol, resting them on his sterilized work desk. As his work room was better suited to magic than his bedroom, he did all of his shots under the skylight. He washed his hands thoroughly and held the small bottle in both.

“I deserve to take care of my body. I am the only one who can control my body. I mold my clay as I see fit,” Ira said, feeling the bottle hum underneath his fingertips before settling back down.

Ira sterilized the rubber cap using an alcohol wipe, used a syringe and a large needle to draw the correct dosage of the potion, and replaced the large needle with a smaller one. Using the drawing needle’s cap, he made a small round indent on a bare spot on his belly, pinching it slightly to pull the fat away from muscle.

As Ira removed the cap and positioned it over the sterilized circle, he closed his eyes and focused more on the music playing from the speakers. This part fucked with his mind the most. The longer he waited the worst it would be. “In” he thought to himself, and he opened his eyes to see the needle buried in his injection site with no pain. He pushed down on the plunger, waited a few seconds, and removed the syringe. He wouldn’t need a bandage, such a small wound would heal instantly.

Ira felt a warm wave of pride course through his veins as the potion absorbed into his body.

[pure-garbage]

Hasty Exit! Stowaway on the Ram-Headed Caravel

Luck was a whiplash and Lana's shifting fortunes were turning fast enough to make her head spin.

Then again, crouching in a barrel on a swaying deck didn't help her head either. Nor did the many hits she'd taken while said barrel was rolling at the mercy of the bounty hunter who'd come after her the night before.

Still, Lana could hardly complain. She didn't know what happened between the time she lost consciousness and woke again, but it had been more fortuitous than she could have dared to hope. When she poked her head up past the lid, it was broad daylight and the ocean stretched out around her in all directions as far as the eye could see.

The odds were utterly absurd.

'It's fine. I'll stay hidden and slip away when we dock again. I can be patient a little while longer.'

The plan was solid, but fate, ever a fickle vixen, was having none of it.

Someone pulled the lid off the barrel, scaring Lana so badly that she thought her heart actually stopped for a moment.

"Apples, apples, app-app-app- huh?"

Singing cut off abruptly overhead. A straw hat blocked out the sun from Lana's point of view.

"Huh. What a weird looking batch of apples," a boy declared.

'Crap! I'm found! How much trouble am I about to be in?'

"Hey Sanji! Why'd you get purple apples? Ow!"

"Moron!"

A second face appeared, a redhead who smacked the kid wearing the hat.

"That lump isn't food, it's a cloak! We've got an uninvited guest!"

"Ah!"

Lana cried out as the redhead tipped the barrel over. The lockpick spilled out like a puddle of plum wine onto the deck, squinting in the sudden brightness of daylight.

"Aw man," the kid in the hat complained. "I wanted to try a purple apple."

"Purple apples?"

A man in a black suit sauntered out from the ships cabin.

"What's all the commotion?" he grumbled. "Nami?"

"We've got a stowaway," the redhead replied, hands on her hips. Nami, Lana noted.

"Is that so?"

"Stowaway? That's... so... cool!" the straw hat exclaimed. His excitement was baffling, but Lana didn't have time to puzzle over it. The man in the suit crouched, reaching for Lana's hood while Nami fussed at the straw hat.

"Stowaway? Nonsense!" suit man declared. His expression changed the instant he met Lana's gaze. Coldness melted away, replaced with enamored glee. "This is no stowaway! This beautiful violet is our esteemed guest!"

"Oh boy, here we go," Nami groaned.

"V-violet?" Lana asked, confusion clouding her tone.

"For the exquisite color of your gorgeous hair, of course. But if the moniker displeases the lady, perhaps she would be so gracious as to share her name?" Sanji suggested.

"It's Lana."

"Enchante," the man purred. "I'm Sanji."

His lips grazed her knuckles, warmth from his cigarette brushing briefly over her skin. Lana blushed at the unexpected welcome while Nami shook her head in the background.

"Tell me, Lana, would you care for a meal? Allow me to treat you to a taste of our hospitality," Sanji offered.

"Our hospitality is right!" Nami fumed. She dragged Sanji to his feet to confront him face-to-face. "It's not your place to hand out the ships food to any riff-raff who manage to sneak on board!"

Despite Nami's ferocity, Sanji appeared unfazed. If anything, his expression became even more lovestruck than before.

"Oh dearest Nami, you're even more breathtaking when you're furious!" he crooned.

Lana's blush turned to a scowl. This sap wasn't going to help her.

'I'm going to be tossed off this ship. Maybe I can swim for it... I'm a strong swimmer. What are the odds of me being picked up all the way out here before I drown or get myself eaten? Realistically, not so great, I guess.'

A boisterous laugh from the straw hat broke through Lana's dejection.

"It's fine, Nami. Sanji's right, I don't mind surprise guests," he grinned. The kid offered Lana a hand up, face shining with glee.

"I'm Luffy," he introduced himself. "Welcome aboard my ship, the Going Merry!"

"It's hopeless," Nami sighed, defeated in the face of her captain's happy-go-lucky generosity. She crossed her arms and glowered, grumbling under her breath.

"Some pirate captain he is... letting stowaways stick around..."

Pirate captain?

A glance up confirmed it. The ship flew a Jolly Roger adorned with an immediately recognizable straw hat. Luffy pulled Lana to her feet while she wept internally.

'How could I have run from one pirate crew straight to the next? This isn't luck, it's some kind of cruel cosmic joke.'

Before she knew it, Lana was at a table surrounded by kids who couldn't have been much older than her. Luffy made introductions for the rest of the crew while Sanji pushed a plate her way. One of them struck her as familiar.

'The swordsman from Whiskey Peak! The one who caused all the trouble I used to cover my escape!'

"... and this is Zoro. He's our swordsman! Sanji is our cook, Nami's our navigator, Usopp is our... Usopp!"

"I'm the sniper!" Usopp snapped. "The great captain Usopp!"

"Anything interesting in today's paper, oh great captain?" Nami sighed, peeking over Usopp's shoulder to sneak a look at his newspaper.

"Well, actually..."

Usopp spread the paper out for Nami to see. Her eyes widened, then settled on Lana.

"Well, I gotta say, this conveniently saves me from asking a lot of questions."

Nami laid the paper out on the table. Lana already knew what she would see.

'The timing of the Seeker pirates scuffle with the marines could hardly have been any worse... it's been a week, just long enough for the story to have gotten out.'

Lana's own wanted poster stared up at her, though the picture was several years old.

"18 million?" she gasped, eyes doubling in size when they landed on the number posted under her face. "But I didn't even do anything! How could it go up from 10 to 18 so quickly?!"

"Says here you stabbed a marine captain," Usopp observed, challenging Lana's claim of innocence. "Avariya Lana, lockpick of the Seeker pirates. Well, this is the first I've ever heard of her or her crew."

"Really? She's a lockbreaker of some renown," Nami put in.

"Of course the thief would know that," Usopp sighed.

"Her crew is notoriously ruthless," Nami went on, graciously choosing to ignore Usopp's remark. "Their captain, Seeker Corrin, has a bounty of 170 million! Even higher than Luffy or Arlong!"

"Most of the bounties on the grand line are higher than in the other four seas," Zoro explained.

"Yeah, we should expect to run into pates with higher prices on their heads than we're used to seeing in the East Blue," Sanji reasoned.

"Great, just great," Usopp groaned.

"Yeah, I can't wait! Bet they're all really strong!" Luffy laughed.

'Wow, this kid's certifiable,' Lana noted. She'd cleared her plate while the straw hats discussed the new information. She hadn't eaten in over a day and the way things were looking, she figured she might not eat again for some time to come.

"Ooh, I just had a great idea!" Luffy declared. "Be right back!"

He dashed out of the cabin.

"The story may have made Lana's introduction easier, but it does raise some good questions too," Usopp pointed out. "Like what in the world a pirate is doing stowing away? Where's the rest of her supposedly notorious crew? Why isn't she with them?"

"Those are good questions," Nami agreed, narrowing her eyes at Lana.

"She's running."

Sanji's insight caught Lana off guard with it's concision and accuracy.

"How could you.."

"That look," Sanji offered by way of explanation. "It's unmistakable. I'd recognize it anywhere. The desperate expression of someone with nowhere left to turn. Combine that with the fact that it seems like you snuck aboard at Whiskey Peak, and I'd say that makes the answer to Usopp's question fairly obvious. Baroque Works must have trapped your crew the same way they tried to trap us."

Lana held her silence, confirming Sanji's theory.

"So what we've got here is a coward who left her crew behind to save her own skin," Zoro observed harshly.

"Hey! Watch what you say about the lady, moss-head!" Sanji fumed on Lana's behalf.

"He's probably right," Nami agreed. "That's pretty typical for a pirate, after all."

"Neither of you have a clue what you're talking about!" Lana finally snapped, unable to stay quiet any longer as rage stirred inside her at their blind assumptions. "Corrin and the Seeker pirates put me through hell! I don't owe them anything!"

"And I suppose you just want us to take your word on that?" Nami sneered.

"Does it really matter whether it's true or not?" Usopp wondered.

"Of course it matters," Zoro scoffed. "If she's dangerous, we need to treat her accordingly, wouldn't you agree?"

"Dangerous?" Sanji growled, rising from his seat, prepared to defend the honor of the woman he'd only just met. The quickly escalating tension had Lana shaking in her seat, stomach churning sickeningly as she watched strangers fight over her fate like dogs barking at each other over an old bone.

"Found it!"

Luffy's voice broke the tension. He burst back into the cabin and presented Lana with a locked aluminum box.

"Here, they said you're a good lockpick, right?" Luffy grinned. "Can you open this for me? I lost the key a few weeks ago."

"Luffy!" Nami groaned, cradling her head in her hands. "Now is hardly the time."

"What's inside?" Lana demanded, examining the small box. "Gold? Jewels?"

"Well if you open it, you'll find out!" Luffy giggled.

'This is it! Here comes the exploitation! All pirates are the same... all they do is use people! I guess I don't really have a choice... if I can avoid pissing off the captain until we at least make it to the next port, I can slip away then. For now, I just need to keep surviving.'

"Fine."

Lana bit back a sigh and retrieved her pins. To her surprise, the lock was simple and gave way almost instantly.

"What the-"

'He's keeping treasure in such a flimsy box?'

She popped the lid open, mouth falling open in amazement when she saw what was inside.

"Wow! You really did it!" Luffy exclaimed, delighted.

The box was full of...

"That was amazing!" Luffy went on, ludicrously impressed with her simple work.

... it was full of worms. They wriggled weakly through clumps of dark dirt.

"I can fish again now and I might actually catch something!" Luffy celebrated.

"You... you just wanted me to open your bait box?" Lana asked.

"Yep! And that was so cool to watch! Can you do it again?"

"Again?"

"Yeah, it was super neat! I wanna see it again!"

Lana was the only one shocked by Luffy's innocence. Nami threw her hands up in the air, Zoro facepalmed, Usopp shook his head and Sanji chuckled past his cigarette.

"Of course he would be happy about the silliest possible part of this situation," Nami lamented.

'This kid's so weird... he's acting like I'm pulling tricks at a party or something.'

"I... yeah, I can do it again," Lana said, still struggling to figure out what was going on. "Not a problem."

Lana locked the box in the blink of an eye and handed it back to Luffy. He grappled with it, struggling to pull it open.

"Whoa-hoh! You can do it backwards too! Awesome!"

Laughing, he handed her the box back, eyes wide and bright. The expectations they held were like nothing she'd ever seen from Corrin. Luffy looked at her without any trace of greed. By all appearances, his motives were pure playfulness.

"Again! One more time!" he cheered.

"Who... who are you?" Lana managed, mystified thoughts spilling out before she could censor them.

"Me? I already told you. I'm Luffy. Monkey D. Luffy! I'm the man who'll be king of the pirates!"

"Oh. Uh... wow."

Lana's blank stare prompted Sanji to jump in, generously giving her enough time to start processing what she'd just heard.

"Luffy, we have no idea what this poor girl's been through," he tsked. "Why don't you give her some space? She's not a circus act."

"I just had a really great idea though!" Luffy exclaimed, grin widening even further.

"Oh no... I know that look," Zoro grumbled.

"Lana... I think you should join my crew!" Luffy declared enthusiastically, hands on his hips. "We're pirates, we should have a lockpick on board!"

"Hey! I can pick locks!" Nami protested. "We don't need someone specially for that!"

"Yeah, but Lana can pick locks really good," Luffy pointed out. "You've been telling me you'd open my tackle box for over a week now."

"I was getting around to it!"

"And besides, she's already here! And she's already a pirate, so it makes tons of sense!"

"That makes no sense at all!" Nami snarled.

"Come on, Lana, whaddaya say?" Luffy prompted. "We're super fun, I promise! And if you decide to stick around, I won't have to worry about getting locked out of my tackle box anymore!"

"I... well, I..."

'I never wanted to be a pirate to begin with!' Lana thought, mind racing as she tried to choose the right words to turn him down. 'I ran away from Corrin so I could try to go back to my old life... although now that my bounty's gone up, I don't even know if that's remotely possible anymore. Even so, I'm not interested in jumping from one pirate crew to the next! These kids seem nice enough at first glance, but I'm sure they're just as power hungry and bloodthirsty as Corrin or any other pirate.'

How much could she say without running the risk of incurring this captain's wrath? Did he have any under his goofy exterior?

"Thanks, but I'd rather not," Lana said warily. "I was just looking for a ride to the next port, not a new crew. I'm done being an outlaw. It's not a life I chose for myself anyway."

"Hm. You know, with a price like 18 million on your head, you might not get off as scot free as you hope," Nami pointed out.

"It's not like I've done anything terrible," Lana protested. "Corrin pointed at locks and I opened them for him."

"Paper says you stabbed a guy," Usopp reminded her crititcally.

"That was one time! It was self defense!"

"It's a big mistake to assume the marines or the bounty hunters will care about your motives," Zoro informed her. "You want my advice?"

"Couldn't hurt, I guess," Lana grumbled, even though she really wasn't interested.

"You'll always be a criminal now, no matter what you do. May as well commit to it."

Lana gulped. She'd never seen such an unhinged grin in her life.

Unfazed by Zoro's face, Nami smacked him on the back of the head.

"Whose side are you on, anyway?" she demanded. "She doesn't want to join, so just let it go! The last thing this crew needs is another member with a bounty... we draw enough heat as it is with just Luffy! Yesterday was proof of that!"

"Look, Lana."

Luffy's voice silenced his crew.

"If you want to leave at the next port, that's fine by me. But if you change your mind, my offer stands. Now... Nami! Don't you have any boxes or chests that lock? I wanna see if she can open them!"

Having heard the last word from their captain on the matter, the straw hats dispersed.

'What a weird group,' Lana thought, resigning herself to the idea of entertaining Luffy until they made port again. The cost of booking passage, as far as she was concerned. 'As far as luck goes, this might be the best series of events I've ever stumbled into.'

Only hindsight would allow her to realize how true the off-hand thought really was.

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What is the best IFRS software 

Best International Financial Reporting Standards (IFRS) software because the choice of software depends on the specific needs and requirements of the organization. Different companies may have distinct preferences based on factors such as size, industry, complexity of financial reporting, and integration capabilities with existing systems. 

However, there are several reputable software solutions that are commonly used for IFRS reporting and compliance. Keep in mind that the landscape might have changed, and new solutions may have emerged since my last update.  

Workiva: 

Workiva offers cloud-based solutions for finance, compliance, and data management. It is known for its collaborative and workflow management features. 

Tagetik (owned by Wolters Kluwer): 

Tagetik provides a unified platform for financial performance management, including IFRS reporting. It is designed to streamline funds processes and improve compliance. 

Oracle Financial Services Analytical Applications (OFSAA): 

Oracle's OFSAA suite includes modules for various budgetary functions, including regulatory info. It is designed to help wealthy institutions comply with IFRS and other reporting standards. 

SAP S/4HANA: 

SAP's ERP solution, S/4HANA, includes financial modules that can support IFRS. SAP is widely used in large enterprises across various industries. 

Datar ails: 

Data Rails offers a platform that automates funds reporting, budgeting, and forecasting. It is designed to improve the accuracy and efficiency of income processes. 

Hubble (by insight software): 

Hubble is an integrated suite of performance management apps. It provides solutions for financial reporting, analytics, and planning. 

OneStream Software: 

OneStream offers a unified CPM (Corporate Performance Management) platform that includes solutions for financial consolidation and planning, supporting IFRS compliance. 

When choosing an IFRS software solution, it's essential to consider factors such as the organization's specific information needs, budget, scalability, ease of use, and integration capabilities with existing systems. Additionally, staying informed about updates and reviews in the financial software market is crucial to ensuring that the chosen solution meets the latest standards and regulations. 

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SAP's Role in Building Smart Cities for a Brighter Tomorrow

The globe is quickly urbanizing, and cities face the task of effectively managing resources and services while enhancing citizens' quality of life. Smart cities are developing as the solution to these urban difficulties, fueled by technology and data-driven solutions. In this blog, we'll look at how SAP, a global leader in enterprise software, is transforming cities into smart, sustainable, and networked centres of innovation and advancement.

Deciphering Smart Cities

Before we get into SAP's smart solutions for smart cities contributions, we need define what we mean by "smart cities." These cities use digital technology, data analytics, IoT (Internet of Things), AI (Artificial Intelligence), and cloud computing to improve transportation, energy use, waste management, public safety, and other areas of city life. The main objective is to build urban settings that are responsive, adaptive, and environmentally friendly.

SAP's Impact on Smart Cities

SAP's extensive experience in enterprise software and data management positions it as a key player in the smart city revolution. Here's a closer look at how SAP smart solutions for smart cities is shaping the future of cities:

Data Integration: Smart cities generate vast amounts of data from diverse sources, including sensors, mobile apps, and government systems. SAP's data integration and analytics tools empower cities to efficiently collect, process, and analyze this data in real time. Such smart solutions for smart cities insights prove invaluable for informed decision-making on resource allocation, infrastructure maintenance, and service optimization.

IoT Empowerment: IoT forms the bedrock of smart cities, and SAP's IoT solutions facilitate the seamless connection and management of countless devices and sensors. From smart traffic lights to waste bins, this connectivity allows real-time monitoring and control, enhancing everything from traffic management to environmental sustainability.

Predictive Analytics: SAP's predictive analytics tools enable cities to foresee trends and challenges. For instance, predictive maintenance identifies when critical infrastructure, like bridges or water pipes, may need attention before a major issue arises, saving both time and resources.

Citizen Engagement: Smart cities thrive on citizen involvement in decision-making. SAP provides platforms for citizen engagement, such as mobile apps and online portals, where residents can report issues, take part in surveys, and access information on city services and projects.

Energy Efficiency: Energy management is a top priority for smart cities, and SAP's smart solutions for smart cities help cities monitor and optimize energy consumption in public buildings, street lighting, and other municipal facilities. This smart solutions for smart cities reduces costs and environmental impact.

Conclusion

SAP's essential role in smart city development is assisting cities throughout the world in addressing the complex issues of rising urbanization and resource management. Cities are becoming more efficient, sustainable, and responsive to their inhabitants' demands by leveraging SAP's expertise in data management, IoT, and analytics. The influence of SAP smart business on the future of smart cities is poised to grow as technology progresses, providing more livable, connected, and resilient urban settings for future generations.