#Strong Password Protection

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Tech News - ನಿಮ್ಮ ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್ ಪೋನ್ ಹ್ಯಾಕ್ ಆಗೋದನ್ನು ಹೇಗೆ ತಡೆಯಬಹುದು? ಈ ಸಿಂಪಲ್ ಟಿಪ್ಸ್ ಫಾಲೋ ಮಾಡಿ….!

Tech News : ಇಂದಿನ ಡಿಜಿಟಲ್ ಜಗತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್ ಪೋನ್ ನಮ್ಮ ಬದುಕಿನ ಅವಿಭಾಜ್ಯ ಅಂಗವಾಗಿದೆ. ಪರ್ಸನಲ್ ಮಾಹಿತಿ, ಬ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಡೀಟೇಲ್ಸ್, ಪಾಸ್ವರ್ಡ್, ಫೋಟೋಗಳು, ಮತ್ತು ವಿಡಿಯೋಗಳನ್ನು ನಾವು ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್ ಪೋನ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸೇವ್ ಮಾಡುತ್ತೇವೆ. ಆದರೆ, ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್ ಪೋನ್ ಗಳು ಹ್ಯಾಕರ್‌ಗಳ ಪ್ರಮುಖ ಟಾರ್ಗೆಟ್ ಆಗಿವೆ. ಸ್ಮಾರ್ಟ್ ಪೋನ್ ಹ್ಯಾಕ್ ಆದ್ರೆ ��ಿಮ್ಮ ಪರ್ಸನಲ್ ಮಾಹಿತಿ ಕಳ್ಳತನವಾಗಬಹುದು ಮತ್ತು ಹಣಕಾಸು ನಷ್ಟವಾಗುವ ಸಾಧ್ಯತೆ ಇದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಕೆಲವೊಂದು ಸುಲಭ ಟಿಪ್ಸ್‌ಗಳನ್ನು ಪಾಲಿಸಿದರೆ…

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Strong Password Protection

Ensuring strong password policies is essential for protecting your business from cyber threats! Here are some best practices: 

Use complex passwords: Mix letters, numbers, and symbols.  

Avoid common phrases: No "123456" or "password"!  

Update regularly: Change passwords every 3-6 months.  

Use a password manager: Keep track of multiple strong passwords.  

Enable multi-factor authentication: Add an extra layer of security. 

Keep your data safe and secure! #CyberSecurity #PasswordProtection #StaySafeOnline – www.centurygroup.net 

[organictoonup]

For some reason I feel like I won't be allowed in the Toontown Pride server.

[childrenofthedigitalage]

The Latest in Online Safety: Protecting Your Digital Identity

In today’s interconnected world, our online safety has become more critical than ever. With increasing threats ranging from identity theft to cyberbullying, it’s essential to stay aware of how to protect your digital identity. In this blog, we’ll explore the latest developments in online safety, offer advice for parents, students, and teachers, and provide tips to help keep your personal…

[techwizhy]

Cybersecurity: Follow 7 Best Practices to Protect Personal Data Now

Introduction:Recognizing the Need for Cybersecurity1. PasswordsUse Secure and Original PasswordsLength and ComplexityAvoid Using Personal InformationCreate a Unique Password for Each AccountPassword Manager2FA, or two-factor authentication2. Maintain Up-to-Date Software and EquipmentUpdates to the operating systemUpdates for web browsersAntivirus and security software updates3. Warning: Phishing…

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diy hrt: how to safely search & order online

BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING ONLINE RELATING TO DIY read this <3

as many institutions seem to be already complying in advance and without resistance to gender affirming care bans (eye roll) i wanted to back into posting on here about accessing diy t.

first of all, stop using Google as your search engine. google search histories HAVE ALREADY been used in court, meaning law enforcement could request your search history and use it against you. incognito browsers do not actually give you any meaninful privacy either.

here's your mini digital security checklist:

-download TOR (aka the onion router) a free, privacy-focused browser. it's legit, it's used by many, many people for many different reasons. it has important features that help keep you more private online - their webpage has a great description of how it works.

-download a good VPN. (no VPN you've seen advertised in a youtube video will actually be good.) often they require payment, for a free one the ProtonVPN is fine. as long as you're in a country where usage of TOR is common it's less of a big deal, but still good. launch your VPN before launching TOR.

-while on TOR and your VPN, create a private email. ProtonMail is fine, there are other options if you want to look more deeply. only access this email through TOR, and create a very strong password. when you're shopping for your diy, you'll need to create an account with an email, so use this email for that and not for other things.

-get some bitcoin. it's annoying especially when that pay with paypal/bank transfer/credit card option is so easy, but it's really worth it. we go way into depth about this in the guide but the more familiar you get with using crypto for privacy, the more protected you can be when making purchases online.

the guide in our pinned post has more info including lots of places to look for different btc, mail, vpn, and other privacy services. and add on if you have other digisec checklist items!!

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could i get a lewis hamilton fic - lemon slice and coffee please! i love your writing

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if you want to request your own order! feel free, the bakery is still open! as for this request, i didn't get a lot of lewis suggestions so i'd love more in the future! thank you for submitting!

lemon slice ("i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.") + coffee (rivals)

cw: smut/pwp, rivals au, driver!reader, snark & sass, hate sex, protected sex,

you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited to get the go ahead to get into the car to start the free practice. it eventually turned into you swinging your arms back and forth. it was a concerted effort to keep yourself calm before the official start of race weekend.

"you definitely don't seem nervous." you heard behind you. you looked over and saw lewis, passing by. you huffed through your nose and we back to what he was doing.

in the two years since you joined the formula one roster, the one driver you seemed to have the most beef with was lewis hamilton. the equivalent to a driving god, but you wanted to step on the toes of god.

"nothing to say back to me?" he asked.

you looked over and clenched onto your helmet tighter, "oh, i didn't even hear what you said, hamilton. i'm more nervous for you than me." you shrugged and turned back to facing forward.

you heard his footsteps and he leaned in to your ear, "i didn't know you had such strong feelings for me. i'm honoured."

you turned around and ended up face to face with him. you wanted to grip onto the front of his driving suit, but there were too many cameras and even more pairs of eyes. you replied, "don't conflate my worry about you making it to qualifiers to me actually liking you hamilton." and gave him a smile.

he raised his eyebrows at you, "right, right. you're too busy chasing the coat tails of your teammate. you know, he's not going to sleep with you. no matter how many times you're the crash course dummy for red bull."

your jaw tensed, "you're going to have to start winning, lewis because those trophies from what, five years ago, are getting a dusty."

he nodded, "well at least my trophy case is full. you know you shouldn't really show off participation trophies." he made a face. he patted you on the shoulder, "but i guess you take pride in always being second best compared to verstappen. and that's an honorable thing."

you scowled at him. his pats on your shoulder felt patronizing, you felt an anger run through you. you muttered two words to him, "room eight-o-five." and looked at him, "knock three times, password is stallion." then you turned away as you heard you mechanic team call for you.

lewis smiled at your backside as you walked away.

-

the evening after free practice, lewis had you pinned against the back of the door to your hotel room. your hands were on the overpriced shirt he wore.

"i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." he said about your moans while you kissed.

you made a face at him. you gripped onto his shirt tighter in retaliation.

"i could get you a deal if you like it so much." he said, noticing how tightly you were holding the fabric, "i'm sure you'd actually look pretty in something that cost more than 5 pounds."

you leaned up into him, your forehead against his, "funny guy, hamilton, eh?" you could feel the boil from earlier return.

he chuckled and almost went in to kiss you once more, "i like when you're mad. gets me riled up. the only fun part of this rivalry. did you know that they think we're dating."

you pressed a kiss on his lips once more before you pulled away, your arms draped around his shoulders, you replied, "i'd think they were stupid. but your idiot friends don't know what a private instagram is." you had seen the photos, the evidence that made it all appear that you and him were more than just bickering drivers.

the main "evidence" was when in a now vanished instagram story, you were getting settled in your hotel room after a night of drinking. you had the covers pulled up to your chin with a phone camera in your face and lewis beside you, trying to get the covers off of you. he was very drunk as well. "ah c'mon, i deserve one kiss! one kiss!" he laughed and your face was all scrunched up as you threatened to bury yourself further under the covers.

the fans went crazy for that. now there was a conspiracy! but little did the folks online know.

his hands went under your shirt, he got it off of you soon enough. you tossed it to the side. you knew he was going to make a comment about how you'd look better in mercedes colours, but you shut those comments down with a searing kiss.

you both ended up in the bedroom, lewis noticed that you had an unopened box of condoms on the night stand. he said, "having guests over later."

you sighed, "yeah, i finally got with max." lewis stilled, stopping dead in his tracks towards the bed. his forehead wrinkled for a moment before you started laughing. you added, "oh my god, hamilton. you jealous fuck."

he got out of your grasp on your hand and said, "hey, we're already compared too much. i don't need him butting in on my rival."

"aw, worried about me, lewis? how sweet. i just thought you'd be worried that he would make me cum faster." you gave him a sweet smile before you took the rest of your clothes off.

when your ass was bare and you were turned to him, he winded back his hand and laid a harsh smack across your ass. he then wrapped an arm around you middle and kissed the nape of your neck, "oh, i'm not worried. because if you can't make yourself cum as fast as i can make you cum. max doesn't stand a chance." his voice was laced with lust. he then pulled away and started to undress.

maybe it was whorish of you to sleep with your rival. the one who you often butted heads with on the track. maybe if the press found out, then it would make any future female drivers look back. but as you got on the bed with lewis, you tossing a condom at him, it didn't matter.

you wanted him and he wanted you, with the hotel room door closed and locked the rest of the world was locked out of the sexual fiasco of your evening.

lewis watched you get on your hands and knees. you wiggled your ass to him to entice him. he laughed and got the condom on before he threw the packet off the bed to be dealt with later.

he wanted to tell you that you looked good. and you wanted to say the same in return. but the words couldn't come out. not while you two were still in this tango.

it was a game of chicken and the two of you were painfully stubborn.

he held onto your hip and his cock, and inched his length into you. it was a euphoria, a firework that went off in the back of his head. he wouldn't admit, but you sort of ruined other women for him. since this started, neither of you had been seeing other people.

"i'm starting to think you like me." he said.

you clutched onto the covers, "i think you're seeing things, hamilton. this is just a mutual agreement, nothing more."

lewis knew you were lying. it was obvious. the almost routine of the snapping of teeth that eventually turned into a tussle in the sheets had far beyond moved from a simple fuck.

you were invested, as was he.

once again, the game of chicken between two rivals.

he thrusted against you. his hips against your ass as he fucked you. there was little romance in his movements. it was something deep inside of him, you were both chasing a sexual high. your noises mixed with his as the two of you panted.

"fuck, lewis." you moaned. you could feel his cock in the back of your throat with how hard he was thrusting. it rarely ever went slow between you two. it was like sparks, burned hot but didn't last long. you held onto the pillow under your head as your back arched.

"i know, i know." he panted, "you feel so good like this. on your knees, you look better like this than a in a car honestly. i hate to admit it, but you're quite pretty."

you felt a compliment dance on your tongue, but you didn't say munch. while it was tempting, the pleasure strangled the words out of your mouth. you whimpered when you felt his cock nudge against your most sensitive parts.

he chuckled, he knew he left you speechless. but that was alright, all he needed to hear was your sweet little moans. both of his wide hands on your hips using a grip that only was made by being a formula one driver. he hunched over you, admiring your backside.

you were painfully pretty, you could have anyone on the grid. but lewis knew that you'd always come back to him. not even the likes of verstappen could compete with him.

"lewis." you panted as you felt the pleasure course through your body. you felt hot all over and your head felt hazy.

"shit." he panted, "fuck. c'mon."

you moaned and clawed at the bed under you. your back arched and you came around his cock. this only further him thrusting you, making sure you were taking his cock to the root. the bed squeaked some more and heavy panting filled the air.

"that's a good little driver. keeping the real pros nice and happy."

you lifted your head, your mouth open as you panted. eventually you said, "fuck you, hamilton."

"no, no. but i'll fuck you." he said as he slammed his cock as deep as it would go and finished inside of you. the condom was your saving grace. he soon pulled out of your pussy and rested on his heels for a moment. he dragged his hand across his neck and forehead to wipe the sweat off of it. he honestly should consider having sex with you as part of his work-out schedule.

but he was certain if he 'booked time' to have sex with you, you'd probably chew him out. you weren't a schedule to meet, a requirement. you were his rival... with benefits. but those benefits weren't clocking in and clocking out.

"c'mere." your voice cut through. you then pulled him up to the pillows and laid there next to him. he draped an arm around you waist and closed his eyes for a moment. you trailed a finger across his brown and down his nose, then down his cheek and across his jaw.

"ugh." you said.

he opened his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes looked to you, "what now?" he seemed like he was pretty relaxed after your round together.

"i was about to give you a compliment."

he smiled and pulled himself closer to you. the both of you still naked. he hadn't even taken the condom off. he said, "do tell."

you made a face and shook your head, "nope. i feel like if your ego gets any bigger you'll fly away." some habits died hard.

he tightened his grip on your waist and pressed his forehead to his for a moment before his coaxed you, "tell me. i'll keep it a secret. promise."

you sighed, it was painful to admit. to give you bigger rival a compliment after he made you cum. you held his face and looked into his eyes, "i get why they love taking photos of you in those overpriced outfits."

he raised his eyebrows, "that was your compliment?"

you replied before you leaned in to him, "maybe if you make me cum twice next time, i'll even admit how you're a decent driver or that i understand why others would hold you in such high regard."

he laughed, "next time, huh? i'm guessing after qualifier."

you smiled back at him, "you know it." <3

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⃞☆⁠ ꕀ PART TWO ﹗! ⊹

They rolled back into the driveway a couple hours later, the new car video—a laid-back video with Chris being his usual self, Matt learning that he can just use the horn to shut them up, and Nick in the front seat.

The LA sky was dipping into dusk, streetlights flickering on as they kicked off their shoes by the door and crashed in the living room.

Nick flopped onto the couch, shoving a stray Pepsi can aside with his foot. “Okay, but seriously, what the hell happened to that video? It doesn’t just disappear into thin air.”

Matt dropped into the armchair, kicking his legs up. “Yeah, that’s not normal. Files don’t wipe themselves like that, not from everything.”

Chris splayed across the couch on the opposite side of Nick, instinctively reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. He hated the silence, he wouldn’t allow it to go quiet in the room if he could help it. Quiet clicks from the remote filled the room while he scrolled to find Netflix. “Maybe the wifi cut out mid-save or some shit? Corrupted file? I dunno, dude. It’s weird.” Chris suggested, and he’s the least-likely to know the slightest thing about what could’ve gone wrong.

“Maybe. I’ll run another scan of the hard drive tonight before I go to bed.” Nick sighed, slumping into his seat.

Across the room, Matt stared up at the TV, eyes going wide. 

“Nah, you’re fuckin’ joking.” Matt muttered, nodding his head in the direction of the screen ahead of him and his same-faced brothers. It grabbed their attention immediately.

There, in bold red letters on the screen:

“Really unfortunate circumstances. It’ll be fun playing with you boys…”

The remote went flying across the room, making Nick and Matt flinch and duck in defense. It was nowhere near them, but they could never be too sure, but it was a strong-armed chuck from Chris, of course, it could land anywhere.

Chris’ face went completely pale, void of any color other than the bright blue of his irises. “What the fuck is going on? Is our shit being hijacked? Someone’s fucking with us.” Chris stammered, pushing himself to stand from the couch. 

Matt and Nick followed suit.

What the actual fuck was happening?

Matt took a step closer to the TV, arms crossed over his chest as if to protect himself while he read the ominous red words over, and over, and over again. He silently vowed to remain level-headed and calm in the situation; whereas Nick was furious and red in the face and Chris looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. 

“Are we being punked right now?” Nick muttered, all too calm while glaring at his phone.

That was scarier than the mystery behind the missing video and the message flashing on their TV. Nick going quiet when he was already mad could mean nothing good. 

“Something else happened?” Chris asked, striding across the room to reach Nick. Matt joined in, peering over Nick’s shoulder to see the new update on the situation.

‘You’ve been logged out of @sturniolo.triplets. The account owner may have changed the password.’

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S.S. Drafting Death Scene:

Scene: Possible MC's death. MC was with Damus and Shockwave, protecting him. MC had just released an inspiring speech to Cybertron about the program to stand with citizens and find a way to restore their planet. To recover and rebuild their lives together. But in the room after an assassination attack, they thought that the assassins were aiming for Senator Shockwave, and they retreated to the building. Someone knocks, and MC goes to answer it. It's him- (MC’s not dying this way, maybe…)

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“How are they…? Anything wrong…?” You leaned closer, hope mingling with concern in your voice as you watched him test his new servos. 

“No… It’s…” Damus flexed his digits, once, twice, effortlessly picking up a tablet that had once been a challenge. He turned the screen toward you, carefully using the system and playing an audio file of your latest composition.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you leaned against him, the two of you sitting in the quiet of the secured hospital wing. Watching him, it felt like a piece of his spark was mending along with the metal.

“[_____]... I— I can’t thank you enough…” His voice was soft, brimming with emotions he seemed to struggle to articulate. The way he spoke, with a hint of vulnerability, tugged at your spark. Even with his single optic, you sensed layers of gratitude and relief.

"You don’t have to thank me," you replied gently, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "Seeing you move like this is all the thanks I need. Step by step, Damus,”

He looked at you, his optic shining with something deeper than appreciation. “Yeah… Step by step… I was worried I’d never adjust to these… to these new sensations. But with you here…” he trailed off, his gaze dropping for a moment. “It feels like I can reclaim what I thought I lost.”

“Really…? But to me, you’ve always been strong, even when it didn’t feel like it,” you replied, your spark swelling. “It’s just a matter of finding that strength again. And… No matter what changes about you… You’re Damus and I’m your friend… we all are…”

You hold your servo out for him… Gently encouraging him to take it.

“... Friends… Yeah…” He reached out and held your servo, gently gripping it back as the two of you sat with one another.

A comfortable and peaceful quiet settled over the two of you. You noticed Damus being careful when holding your hand, but no doubt excited as were you at the contact.

“[_____]... I… I need to tell you something,” He mentioned, putting the tablet down as he faced you.

Oh…? What is this…? You internally wonder just what Damus have to tell you, it’s so exciting-

Just then, before he could say more, a soft chime interrupted the moment, echoing from the door. “The others must be here… I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t let you go, and you looked back, a bit surprised. “Damus…?”

“Oh, sorry…” He shook out of it…

And let you go.

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“Still getting used to it,” He replied, a nervous tone in his voice.

Aww! Did he want to hold servos still?! You gush to yourself. “That’s okay…”

Rising from your seat, you made your way to the door, leaving the room. The only ones who knew of this location were your friends, Skids, Trailbreaker, Soundwave and Windcharger.

Senator Shockwave was still in his recharge recovering... They said that they would arrive at the safehouse all together to keep one another safe.

They are safe, thank Primus. But we need to make new plans to keep one another safe...

You put in the password and the door opens. You were expecting to see the others back and safe, with news of the assassin or anything about the attack.

But instead, you found yourself face to face with… Him.

He is here?! What was he doing here? You embrace him as you smile brightly, "What are you doing here…?! Why aren’t you at-"   

Before you could utter anymore, before you could even register the anguish in his optics, he lunged forward.

You barely had time to register the glint of a purple burning blade before a searing pain exploded in your chest, radiating outwards like a macabre sun. You staggered back, your servo flying to the sword hilt protruding from your chest, a bloom of blue blossoming beneath your digits.

You immediately flared with power that shattered the lights above but... It hurts! The blade burned through your body and Nebula's screams of pain and fury were cut off. Just like that. Everything within you went… quiet. You felt your powers seep away as your spark bled. Your spark had been run through… Your very soul was pierced without mercy. It flickers and flares… Like a candlelight, it starts to die slowly.

His grip on the sword twists, making you choke and cough out energon that floods down your body. You were in shock, pain, and a deep sense of dread filled you as he rested his forehelm against yours.

"… Rest…" He whispered only for you to hear, as he starts to pull the blade out of your body, and your innermost energon pours out as you stagger, your vision blurs and blackens as you feel weaker by the kilk.

No…

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“[_____]...!? I- I have something to tell you...! I lov-! Oh… Who is it?” Damus followed you, turning the corner to find you… “[_____]? Why is it dark?” 

His excited and bright demeanour died… Something was wrong. He reached out, “[_____]? Is something wrong…?”

The attacker rips the blade from your body… It’s purple pulsing blade coated in your energon… Dripping to the floor as he watches you die.

You stumble back, meeting the wall as your dark blue energon is smeared down the solid wall as you slide down to the ground…

And Damus’s scream of anguish pierced the air as he rushed forward, catching you as you crumpled to the floor. He cradled you in his arms, his new servos slick with your energon as he tried in vain to stem the tide of blue flowing from the wound. The attacker ran off, darting out of the door and into the hallway.

"Get back here! Murderer! Get back! Someone-! Help! Help me! Please!" His voice is raw with grief and terror. "NO! No-! [_____]!" he choked out, his voice breaking. "I've called for help- you're going to be okay! What- what do I do…? What do I do?!"

His spark pounded wildly in his chest as he saw the energon pooling beneath your body. Your metal chest is torn open, revealing your destroyed, charred spark that flickers and whines with loss. Your chest heaves in painful shudders as your systems fail… 

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He fell to his knees beside you, his servos trembling as he reached out to examine the wound. It was deep, and the energy loss was already significant. Panic gripped his spark, and he felt a surge of desperation rising within him. 

"[_____], stay with me," he urged, his voice trembling with barely contained hysteria. He racked his brain, trying to remember the various times he watched you patch them up.

"Let me see... A kit…Yeah, s-some bonds for the wound- You need to turn off your- Primus- I- what do I do?!" He commed for the others... His voice seemed so far away. You couldn't hear anything... It terrifies you.

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But you placed a shaky servo on his, silencing his frantic recital. Your optics, now dulled with pain, met his gaze. "Damus," You whispered hoarsely, "… Ngh…"

The words refuse to leave your lips, you knew that these would be your last. You have to say something.

Anything.

"Please… Listen…"

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You made so many promises, and now you are going to break them.

Damus’s spark clenched at the sight of your weakening form, at the stark contrast between you and the brutal, jagged wound marring your body. 

He couldn't just stand by and watch you slip away, not when he had finally found someone who understood and accepted him for who he was.

"[_____], you’ll make it… Okay?" He choked out. If he could, he would cry and sob… but he can’t. “Please?! Someone!?” He cries out, and no one hears his calls for help. 

But even as Damus tried to recover what was left of your spark, you could feel the life draining from your body, the warmth fading from your limbs, your strength washing away as you tried to press against the wound.

You looked up at Damus with optics that had already begun to flicker off, your vents coming in shallow, rattling gasps. The pain in your chest was a distant thing now, overshadowed by the agony you saw etched upon his face.

▶︎ • ၊ ၊|  | | ၊ | | | ||| | ၊ |။  ။‌‌‌‌‌ ၊ | ── • 0:35

“You’re… Not alone… Okay…? Take…” You feel the warmth of your spark struggling to survive. “Take care of one another…”

What were you trying to say?

What words linger just out of reach? What can you possibly say to him now, when every breath feels like a goodbye? You’re fading before him, and the weight of it is unbearable.

This will shatter him, or perhaps, it’ll build walls so high he’ll never let anyone in again. 

▶︎ • ၊ ၊|  | | ၊ | | | ||| | ၊ |။  ။‌‌‌‌‌ ၊ | ── • 0:21

Will you be the one to lift him, or will your absence leave scars too deep to heal? Every moment you hesitate feels like a lifetime — a chance lost forever.

What if your words don’t matter? What if they only deepen his despair? 

What about everyone else…? What have you done? What can you do now?!

“You… You are treasured… remember that… Okay…?”

▶︎ • ၊ ၊|  | | ၊ | | |  | ၊  ။‌‌─── | ── • 0:17

Can you find the strength to change their paths, or will this be yet another moment swallowed by darkness? 

Will the echoes of what you say now last, or will they dissolve into silence, leaving him lost in the emptiness of your absence?

▶︎ • ၊ ၊ |  | ၊  ။‌‌─── | ───  ၊ |── • 0:08

“Stay close… To hope… Don’t… push it away…”

You couldn’t speak anymore… why…? Why- oh…

▶︎ • ── ─ ──── ─ ───── ───── ─ • • 0:00

You servo fails to reach his... and falls to the ground... landing in the pool of your life blood...

The colour in your optics... fade away...

Damus’s POV: He held you in his arms, your helm resting against him as he remained there. His servos were stained with your energon. Damus didn’t let you go, even though you were cold and unmoving. He breathed in the quiet moments, the stillness heavy around him. Each passing second felt like an eternity as he absorbed the weight of your absence.

The room was dim, darkness pooling in the corners as he stayed there, staring into nothing. He felt the weight of despair pressing down on him, a heaviness that wrapped around his chest like a vice. The urge to cry was a familiar spectre, rising from deep within, desperate to claw its way to the surface. But as he inhaled sharply, he realised with a painful clarity that the tears he craved were nowhere to be found.

His throat tightened, a terrible ache forming as emotions surged up, battling against the emotional chokehold that had taken hold of him. Memories of laughter, warmth, and love flooded his mind, now tainted by the sharp chill of loss. Every thought felt like a blade, cutting deeper, but still, the tears remained locked away by the senate, leaving behind only the hollow echo of sorrow.

He tried anything, willing them to produce even a single drop, but his body betrayed him.

Everyone betrays him. 

The instinctual release of tears that once flowed so freely was ruthlessly snatched from him by the Senate's cold, calculated servos. They had rebuilt him, reconfiguring his very essence, and in the process, stripped away his ability to cry. Now, a daunting silence filled the space where his grief should have poured forth, leaving him feeling as if he were an open wound without the means to heal.

Frustration coursed through him, raw and unrelenting, as he stood there with clenched fists, the metal of his body digging into itself. No cries emerged—only a profound emptiness consumed the room, a void where mourning should have taken root for the loss of you. The realisation struck like a thunderclap: the Senate had not only robbed him of you but had also denied him the vulnerability of expressing sorrow.

They had stolen so much, severing the connection to his emotions, leaving him to carry the unbearable weight of his grief in isolation. Without the solace of tears, he was forced to shoulder the anguish alone, trapped in a silence where the memory of you lingered, haunting and unacknowledged.

“Come back to me,” he murmured, his voice a mix of desperation and denial. Shadows flickered overhead, the remnants of pain lingering in the air, but all he could focus on was you. He brushed his fingers over your helm, careful and reverent, as if he feared that any sudden movement might shatter the fragile peace.

In the darkness, memories flooded his mind—your laughter echoing through the chaos, the way your optics sparkled when you achieved something daring, how close you got when during practised together, how you stayed with him. These thoughts fueled a flickering hope within him, a stubborn ember refusing to be extinguished. 

“I know you’re still in there,” he whispered, squeezing you gently as if that might bring you back. Outside, the sounds of the world carried on—a cacophony of clanking metal and distant sirens—but in this moment, it was just the two of you. 

He cradled you closer, leaning his helm against yours as he struggled to keep his composure. “I’m not leaving you,” he vowed. Hours could pass, but he would remain here, anchored to the spot, waiting for a spark of life, a sign that you were still battling to return to him. 

Even in the darkest times, he believed in the power of connection, in the bond that transcended even this stillness. A power you were. He would not give up on you. Not now, not ever.

He would not accept this. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifices he would have to make... He will live with his mistake… And learn from it.

He will find you...

He would not let you go ever again. 

____________________________________________

Soundwave’s POV

He cannot hear you anymore.

[tinmate]

AFTG Social Media Headcannons

Part Two: The Foxes.

(Organized in order of their jersey numbers)

Dan: Twitter and Instagram. Both are verified after she becomes the first female captain in Exy. Her twitter is a healthy mix of Exy and her personal life. She doesn’t shy away from her past as a stripper and occasionally but passionately advocates for better protections and regulations around strippers and sex work in general. She posts a lot of candids of the team on Instagram and has Matt tagged in both bios

Kevin: Twitter and Instagram. Verified. Had a twitter while still with Ravens and was the only Raven other than Riko allowed social media. It was similarly monitored and ran by Tetsuji. Neil gets the password before leaving Evermore but Kevin doesn’t log in again until after changing his tattoo. He unfollows the Ravens, Edgar Allen, Tetsuji, Riko and anyone else even vaguely related to the Ravens. He also deletes everything but the username. He eventually starts tweeting but has trouble balancing his true self and his public self. He finds his stride after he begins to publicly decry the Ravens and defend Jean and Neil after the championships, loudly backing up and reinforcing his statements to the press. He advocates for mental health awareness in sports and anxiety and PTSD in men. He goes hard for the Trojans, much to the public’s amusement. He posts pictures of the places he’s traveled on Instagram, especially fond of historical monuments and tourist traps. He writes surprisingly insightful and concise captions, having had years of practice writing to Jean.

Andrew: Gets on every single social media before it’s trending and popular just to claim his username and then never ever posts.

Matt: Twitter and Instagram. Gets verified after going pro. Only has instagram so Dan can tag him in her bio. Has her tagged in both bios as well. Rarely tweets about Exy but retweets Dan when she does. Goes hard for his mom’s boxing career. Really into the monster truck community. Mostly tweets about his personal life and keeps a pretty normal twitter feed but also speaks up about drug addiction, mental health, and how to help children during a divorce. Someone calls him a nepo baby because his mom is also in professional sports (even though Exy and boxing are entirely different things) and the Foxes laugh about it for days. Dan posts him on instagram, calling him a nepo baby and it goes viral.

Aaron: Twitter. Very aware of his public perception. Very aware that future employers can see his twitter. Keeps it professional during the murder trial, following his lawyer’s advice to not say anything publicly. Not many Exy fans follow him because he rarely tweets about it, trying to keep his current and future professions clearly separated

Honorable mention, Katelyn: DOES tweet about Aaron and Exy. Has more followers than Aaron does because she’s so willing to talk about him. Goes hard for the Foxes online. She has a fan account ala Tess McCracken (Miss/Mrs. Pommel horse) to keep her Exy tweets separate but it’s more popular and stays popular because she remains a diehard Fox fan even after graduation and also posts about the professional teams Matt, Kevin, Neil, and Andrew go on to join

Allison: Similar to Andrew, she has every social media platform ever. Unlike Andrew, she uses them. Verified on all accounts. She had a strong following pre-Foxes and her Tumblr was the most aesthetic thing you’ve ever seen. Gets even more followers post-foxes. The Ilona Maher of Exy. Pretty, strong, and unapologetically feminine while being a beast in her sport. Leverages her popularity online and minor in marketing to start several businesses and turn into a millionaire in her own right, independent of her parents. Think the Kardashians without the sex scandal. Has her own fashion line, makeup line, and hair line. Redesigns Exy uniforms to better fit women and has a whole line of makeup dedicated to withstanding intense games of all sports. This line gets equally popular with dancers and performers of all kinds. Starts a charity for young girls and a scholarship for college women who want to play Exy but don’t have the money. Starts another charity for children who get cut off by their parents. Despite all her business success and turning into a brand, her social media remains surprisingly grounded and human. Goes viral regularly for being “an icon”

Nicky: Twitter, Instagram, Youtube, Vine (RIP), TikTok. Verified not for being a Fox but for being a meme lord. Gets the upperclassmen to do trends with him. Does a harmless prank of Neil that turns into an outright prank war before Wymack shuts it down. Several years after graduation, new fans regularly ask just HOW he knows so many professional Exy athletes and also theeeeeee Allison Reynolds. He has a funny answer to all of them but old fans are the ones who need to give an actual answer. His fans regularly beg to see Erik but Nicky shares him only occasionally as Erik doesn’t tend to like the spotlight. Erik will occasionally appear in a video or a trend, more commonly in a photo, but Nicky repeatedly states that Erik is not a toy and if his fans get too intense, he will stop posting entirely. Most fans respect this, the ones that don’t get blocked. He contributes regularly to forums about raising your family members (siblings raising siblings, cousins raising siblings, generally becoming a parent to a family member not that much younger than you are). As times passes, he talks more openly about his sexuality, his struggles with his family and his religion, conversion therapy, and where he stands now, still practicing (I'm not just making this up, he mentions in the books that he's still religious) but openly and proudly gay. He starts a not insignificant side hustle as a content creator. He participates in the “Things that surprised me as a American living in Germany” trends.

Renee: Twitter. Very private but very sweet. Doesn’t actually post about her religion that much but will answer when asked directly about it. Retweets her mother’s articles. Posts a lot about charities and relief work. Is the Fox most likely to respond to a fan. Rarely posts anything personal but responds when tagged in things by her friends. Secretly has a Tumblr and a reddit where she offers support and advice in communities regarding born again Christians, former gang members, foster kids, and recovery from abuse.

Neil: Twitter. Verified. Gets a twitter after the FBI make Neil Josten a real person. He avoided social media before this to avoid his father. Not as much of a menace as you would think, in part due to him wanting to deliver his roasts live and in person. Very careful about what he posts, not wanting to leave a trail and accidentally contradict himself in case he’s ever questioned about the Moriyamas or the Hartfords again. Still a bit of a menace though, he can’t help himself. Mostly gets tagged in videos and posts by Nicky and Dan for being a Weird Person. Unsurprisingly, most of his tweets are about Exy. Gains a sudden influx of followers during the Olympics, like Stephen Nedoroscik (pommel horse guy) or Henrik Christiansen (muffin man) for being a legend on the court, a menace to the press, and a weird ass guy online. Secretly has a Tumblr that goes very viral every few months because of “shitposts” about the mafia, his ganglord father, and the FBI. Blocks everyone who thirsts after his dad in the way that some people thirst after serial killers or irl gangsters. Nobody knows it’s him and one time Nicky shows him his own post about an FBI agent being obsessed with you and Neil has to keep a straight face.

Coach Wymack: Twitter. Verified. Mostly posts official Exy and Foxes news. Randomly posts crappy photos of the team plus Abby and Bee. His few non-Exy related posts have big Dad energy. People loudly thirst after him and it makes everyone, even Nicky, very uncomfortable.

Part One: The Ravens

[mywitchyblog]

PSA: YOUR SCRIPTS ARE SAFE. PERIOD. FULL STOP. 🔒🛡️

No, Notion employees aren’t sipping lattes while reading about your DR love story or your plot to be the main character in Hogwarts.

i saw this on my mutual @shiftinghoesblog and i though some of yall may need reassurence.

The Tea on Notion’s Privacy Policy ☕🍵

Notion’s Data Access and Consent guidelines are crystal clear (source: Notion Help Center). Employees CAN’T just waltz into your notes for funsies. Their policies lock your data down like the vault at Gringotts. Here’s the breakdown:

STRICT Access Controls: Notion employees can only see your data under very specific circumstances, like troubleshooting technical issues. AND THAT’S ONLY IF YOU GIVE THEM PERMISSION. Consent is queen here. 👑 If you didn’t say “yes,” they ain’t got the key, honey.

Encryption is Everything: Your notes are encrypted both in transit (when they’re being sent to the server) and at rest (when they’re stored). Translation? No hacker, Notion intern, or cosmic entity is peeping your Draco Malfoy fantasies or villain-arc DR scripts. 🖤✨

Account = YOURS: You can delete, export, and control every single thing you store in Notion. It’s like having the Elder Wand but for your data. 💼🪄

Let’s Talk Real Safety Tips (Because You’re a Boss 🖤):

If you’re still side-eyeing this, here are ways to flex your data security like the baddie you are:

💻 Password Power-Up: Use a password so strong even Bellatrix couldn’t crack it. And no, “password123” isn’t cutting it, bestie.

🔐 Two-Factor Authentication (2FA): Protect your account like it’s holding the secrets to the multiverse (because, well, it kind of is).

📥 Backup Your Scripts: If Notion gives you the ick, download your scripts and store them offline or in an encrypted file.

And to Those Doubters Saying “But What If—”

Stop it. 🙄✨ Notion has actual legal obligations to protect your data. They’re not out here violating privacy laws to sneak a peek at your alternate-reality plotting. If that’s not enough, why would Linda from IT care about your scripted DR wedding or the drama at your magical prom? THEY DON’T, SWEETHEART. 🥂

So What’s the Vibe?

💎 Notion is Safe AF. 👑 Your DR secrets are sacred. 🔥 Stop worrying and script like the magical icon you are.

Now get back to manifesting your Desired Reality with confidence, sass, and all the ✨main character energy✨ you can muster. Your shifting journey is yours, protected, and unstoppable. 💫🌌 Go slay it, babes. 🔥🖤

[mrchiipchrome]

Helmet

W.C.- 1,7 k

prompt 8. -Loving you was a hazard, so I got my heart a helmet. prompt 11. -Oh I’m down on my hands and knees, begging you please. prompt 13. -I’m feeling so tired, really falling apart.

A/n: this started out as a song blurb, but it became too long. anyways if you want to request there's a prompt list linked in the masterlist :)

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You knew it was risky to date the ‘fuckgirl’ of the team, but as she flashed you that cheesy loving smile, all those worries slipped to the back of your head. She was no longer the hot girl that your teammates told you to stay away from, she was just your Leah.

Your Leah that would kiss you oh so tenderly, your Leah who would look you in the eyes and tell you she loved you, your Leah who had you convinced that she’d changed. Your Leah who wasn’t yours.

When you notice the first signs of your declining relationship, you outright chose to ignore them. To this day you can’t understand why you did what you did, maybe you had inherited the same naivety as your mother, maybe you were just too in love with the blonde. 

Either way, it didn’t matter, not when she wasn’t yours to love.

When Leah started password protecting all her devices like she had done in the earliest stages of your relationship, you should have packed your bags and left. But you didn’t listen to that gut feeling that told you something was up, now you know to always trust your gut.

Then came the secrecy, the one that made you feel so stupid and like you were a stranger in your own relationship. Leah would leave you at random points during the day, claiming that the physio needed her to come in for a ‘quick session’, technically she wasn’t wrong it was just a different type of session than you thought.

After that most of the sweet, intimate moments began to wither away. You no longer got a kiss goodbye nor did you get to do something as simple as hold her hand. And when you finally did get an intimate moment with her, it was like she didn’t mean her actions. She didn’t mean the kiss she would press so feather light to your lips, the kiss that once meant so much. 

Leah was slipping through your fingers, and the worst thing was that there was nothing you could do about it. 

But it was really when she started to come home with gifts after her every outing that the pattern truly emerged. It was eerily similar to how it had been when your father had been having an affair with his secretary. You feel so incredibly stupid when all the puzzle pieces finally fall into place, of course history has to repeat itself. I mean it was just your luck.

No matter how disgusting you feel at the thought of invading Leah’s privacy, it was essential for you to get your proof.

So when Leah decides to take a shower at your place after another ‘session’ with the physio, you take the opportunity to look through her phone.

It only takes you two tries to get it unlocked, the woman having the audacity to have it as your birthday. It takes even less time to find the proof you need, the overly suggestive comments between her and one of the assistant physios telling you everything you needed to know about their less than appropriate activities.

By the time Leah exits the bathroom in one of your fluffy towels, you’ve already screenshotted it and sent it to your phone, the naked photos on her phone so revolting that you have to keep yourself from throwing up all over your expensive rug.

“What are you doing with my phone?” Leah questions carefully, her wet hair splayed over her strong shoulders and dripping onto your floor.

“What in the fuck does it look like I’m doing Leah fucking Williamson?” You shoot back at her, the usually overconfident woman retreating back at your tone.

“It looks like you’re invading my privacy.” You can’t help the scoff that escapes your lips, Leah always finding a way to flip all the blame onto you.

“I can’t believe you, I’m not even sure why I’m surprised. Of course that’s what I get for dating a fuck girl.” The offended look that appears on Leah’s face only makes you chuckle harder, the mask of finding the whole situation funny hiding the hurt you felt at her betrayal.

“Baby, I promise it’s not what it seems like. We’re only friends.” Leah hurries the words out, trying her hardest to make you believe them.

“Oh it’s not what it seems like, IT’S NOT WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE!? ‘I had fun last night, we should do it again sometime;)’ or maybe ‘Be careful, I think Y/n’s on to us.’ that does not sound like something I’d say to a friend.” The firmness in your voice worries center back, never having heard it sound like that.

“Baby please, I didn’t mean it-” 

“You’re pathetic and a FUCKING HAZARD TO LOVE Leah Williamson! I mean, I knew the whole ‘love’ thing would be risky, but god damn it Leah loving you is a hazard and I really should’ve gotten my heart a helmet while I had the chance.” You finish off your rant, moving towards your own door fully intent on leaving her there in your apartment. 

Just as you pass her on the way to your door, Leah grabs hold of your hand tightly, willing you not to go out the door.

The blonde soon found herself on her knees in front of you, your frame towering over her. 

“Baby, I’m down on my hands and knees begging you to not go. I love you so much and that girl was a mistake. I promise, just please give me another chance.” Her desperate voice rings out through the apartment, and the slight chuckle that escapes your mouth is enough for the tears to start streaming down her face.

“Get up. GET UP I SAID! I’m not going to accept any of your pathetic attempts to get me to forgive you. You knew exactly how I felt about cheaters yet you went and cheated on me, congratu-fucking-lations Leah, you lost me the second you started sleeping with that tramp. Now I’m going to give you four days to get your shit out of my apartment or else I’m burning it, you understand?” Leah nods her head frantically, her wet tears landing on your cheeks where you wipe them away.

Continuing on your way to the door, Leah’s choked up voice stops you in your tracks for the last time.

“Where are you going?” Sighing, you respond as quickly as you could, hand on the doorknob.

“I’m staying with a friend, don’t contact me and don’t try to find out who I’m staying with. I have proof of your affair so don’t even try to test me.” And with that, you’re out the door, leaving Leah to pick up the pieces of her heart she herself broke.

The rain soaks through your hoodie and all the way down through to your socks. Just great, of course the weather had to match your mood.

The alkaline water falling from the sky mixes with the tears falling down the vicinity of your face and paints a painstakingly beautiful portrayal of how it feels to love someone even after they’ve wronged you. How it feels to be betrayed the way you were.

Arriving at the house where your favorite lives, you can’t help but feel completely defeated when they open the door, the fight no longer in you at all.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Beth asks you as she swings the door open, seeing your slumped over form, despair written all over your face.

“She fucking cheated on me” You cry, Beth holding your rain soaked sobbing body in her arms.

As Viv appears around the corner she looks questioningly at Beth, but the woman holding you just gestures to the upstairs area. Viv gets the hint quickly and disappears up the stairs to get you some dry clothing, your current ones plastered to your skin like a second skin.

“I loved her so much and she cheated on me. Why’d she cheat on me Bethy? Am I really that hard to love properly?” The sobbed words feels like a stab in the heart for the older woman, she knew she should’ve told you exactly why Leah was bad news.

“Shhh shhhh, it has nothing to do with you sweetie. Leah’s bad news and she’s truly stupid for doing that to you.” Viv rejoins you, patting your shoulder awkwardly while trying to help Beth console you. It only gets her a glare, and she makes the motion of going to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

“I’m feeling so tired Bethy, she’s really succeeded in making me fall apart this time.” Beth leads you over to the bathroom and hands you the dry clothes to put on, the comforting smell of them leaving you to think about how Leah’s used to be equally as comforting.

Back at your apartment, Leah sits slumped over on the shiny hardwood floor, tears streaming down her face. The realization that she just destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to her came like a punch in the gut.

She’d never loved someone like you before, having been hurt the same way she just hurt you so many times before. Leah can’t help but think back on the beautiful times you had together, the feeling of being so incredibly loved, something she’d never felt from a romantic partner before.

She had gotten scared of her own emotions and she had hurt you in the process, if she could she would go back and stop herself from ever texting that girl back.

Like a wise woman once said, you never know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it.

At the same time, you’re laying with your head in your best friend's lap and your feet in your other one’s. Tears slip down your cheeks and color the older woman’s pant leg a darker version of its earlier shade.

Yeah, the next time your friends warn you about someone, you’re sure as hell going to take their advice.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Peter Hale Would Include:

He's very protective when he loves someone and he gets very jealous so nobody’s allowed to touch you but him and if he sees you with someone else his claws come out.

When he loves someone he's very loving and he will treat you like a god, so he will get you expensive and nice things, and if you're sad or angry he will sit down and talk with you softly until you tell him what's wrong.

He is very possessive of you when you’re in a relationship with him so he will keep you close to his side so nobody can take you. He also cuddles a lot and will always shower you with physical touch like he'll put his arm around you if you're walking together.

He will do anything for you too so if you ever need anything he's there for you. He also can be a brat sometimes but that's just cause he craves attention.

He'll threaten anyone who comes near you, he doesn't let anyone else touch you or even look at you. If he sees someone doing that, he will shove them against the wall and hold them by their neck. He is also very obsessive over you, he keeps a very close eye on you at all times. He'll often get very jealous of you being near other people so he'll always be clinging to your side.

He constantly needs attention from you, he gets mad when you pay more attention to anything or anyone than him. He'll often get upset and annoyed when you give someone or something else the attention you should be giving him. He'll sometimes get very aggressive towards other people and if they look at you for too long or too closely.

He's definitely gonna have your phone password so he can go through it. And he isn't gonna let you out too much 'cause he wants you to himself all the time. He also thinks you look better in his clothes over your own so he'll have you wear his shirts and hoodies whenever he can.

He's also very paranoid when he is around you. Whenever you're not with him he's going to freak out and be paranoid that you're not safe from the town or what's going on that week. He's very clingy and he's constantly gonna have his arm around you or holding your hand.

He acts indifferent around others but when he's around you he's just a sarcastic and possessive guy who's always clinging onto you and teasing you but he's extremely overprotective and jealous of you. If someone tried to get close to you or even talk to you he would shove them away and pull you closer.

He would definitely shower you with money, jewels, and gifts, he would also take his time pampering you, spoiling you and taking care of you, cooking you your favorite meals, and running warm baths for you with scented oils.

He’d probably get outraged and not talk to you and give you the silent treatment (which is a lot more effective than words) and he’d be very grumpy after which he’d proceed to give you the cold shoulder and make you feel like you need to apologize so you’d become an obedient little pet for him.

He’d hold you in his strong arms, pull you onto his lap, and shower you in praises and reminders that you’re his and nobody’s allowed to touch you, he’d plant a few kisses on your neck and just hold you close to him.

He doesn’t take any bullshit and he won’t have any of it but if you challenge him or argue with him in any way, he won’t back down and he will give just as much as he gets, he’d argue and be a dick about it to prove his point and get you to submit, but he’d make you make up later on.

He loves to shower you with compliments and affection, especially in public, he’d hold you close to him and always be touching you, holding you against him, having his arm around your waist, holding your hand, running his hand through your hair and placing kisses all over your face, neck, and lips.

He’d take you on the most extravagant dates, to expensive restaurants with the most amazing food, taking you to see plays, giving you gifts, taking you to see shows in flea bottom, taking you to the beach just so he can have you all to himself for a few hours.

He’d murder anyone who even looked at you if he thought you were being disrespected or if they tried to touch you. Anyone who tries to get in the way of his love for you or tries to harm you is as good as dead because he considers that a crime punishable by death.

If any other creature tried to take you from him he would not hold back. He would challenge them and fight to the death to get you back and he'd go to any lengths to achieve that. If he couldn’t fight them he’d beg and plead and do anything it took to keep you by his side, he would never let you go no matter what.

He’d want to marry you as soon as possible and would be rushing to have the wedding ceremony and to have you by his side. He’d probably propose to you in a very extravagant way in front of others just to let the whole world know that you are his.

He’d want to have as many children as you can have, and he would be very protective of you while you are pregnant. He would also be taking very good care of you, doing everything around the house for you, making sure you take your vitamins, and generally just pampering you and being affectionate with you while you carry his children.

He’d be upset at first, maybe even for a couple days but he’d get over it quick because his love for you is more important than having kids. He’d definitely be sad and maybe a bit disappointed but you are his everything and he would want to make you happy more than anything else in the world.

“You are mine and mine alone, nobody else is allowed to touch you, to look at you, to even talk to you because you belong to me. You are the love of my life, the light of my life, the only reason I’m still alive and I will not have anyone taking you away from me.”

Teasing - There's nothing quite like the power trip of teasing you until you're begging for release. The longer he draws it out, the sweeter the victory when you finally break.

Mind games - He's an expert at psychological domination. Gaslighting, humiliation, degradation that he loves using against you.

Orgasm denial - Making a desperate you beg for release as he edges you over and over again, keeping you right on the brink, is incredibly satisfying.

Bondage and restraint - Tying you up, leaving you helpless and at his mercy, heightens your connection and amplifies every sensation. You'll be completely dependent on him for everything.

Erotic literature - Reading or writing explicit stories stimulates the imagination and fosters a deeper understanding of his own desires.

[aspiffygoat]

how would you recommend starting a NSFW account? like, protecting email and privacy and stuff. i’m worried about Big Data, idk

There's A LOT of ground to cover here, so bear with me: I am writing this under the assumption you are an artist who wants to draw gay kink stuff, and you wish to protect this identity from your irl peers and maybe employers. The FIRST major thing to handle is your accounts. Signing up for services require you to give information about yourself, which is something that could easily be leaked #1) have a separate email for your NSFW stuff. all accounts for your NSFW life will use this email. I recommend using Proton Mail or Tuta. (Warning: the free version of proton mail and tuta will auto delete accounts that have remained inactive for more than 6 months) #2) Being an artist on the internet means having 10 billion social media accounts. DO NOT give them all the same password. Ever. Get a password manager. They will generate strong passwords for you, all of which are unique. I recommend Bitwarden, KeepassXC, or Protonpass. #3) Any accounts that handle finances (paypal patreon etc) should be under your irl email. Your government ID and bank will be linked to those. Also taxes. #4) Do not provide your phone number for your nsfw accounts. This will provide a link between your nsfw life and your personal life. Discord and Twitch force you to provide a phone number. Either make a new email, or link your non nsfw email to them. You could spoof a phone number but that comes with risks. Your call. #5) If you can, set up 2 Factor Authentication with your emails. This will also help you log in to them more often, keeping them active. Now that your accounts are secured and compartmentalized the next thing to do is BE MINDFUL WHEN TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF. You dont need to be too mysterious and aloof just don't get too careless when sharing your life with others. maybe strangers dont need to know you have a brother, or where you normally shop. what's left now are dealing with websites tracking your browsing habits. This post is too long so a very quick and easy set up is: -Switch to a privacy respecting browser. I recommend Firefox. -Avoid installing browser extensions. -Except for Ublock Origin. It will block so many ads, trackers, and malware. -Pick a privacy respecting search engine. Duckduck go is a popular choice Theres still a shitload more you can do but this will put you so far ahead of everyone else, without requiring you to spend money, and its not too difficult to set up. anyway i wrote all of this for you so pls be nice to me

[warningsine]

what is the best way to get safer/more anonymous online

Ok, security and anonymity are not the same thing, but when you combine them you can enhance your online privacy.

My question is: how tech literate are you and what is your aim? As in do you live in a country where your government would benefit from monitoring private (political) conversations or do you just want to degoogle? Because the latter is much easier for the average user.

Some general advice:

Leave Windows and Mac operating systems and switch to Linux distributions like Fedora and Ubuntu (both very user friendly). Switch from Microsoft Office or Pages/Numbers/Keynote (Mac) to LibreOffice.

You want to go more hardcore with a very privacy-focused operating system? There are Whonix and Tails (portable operating system).

Try to replace all your closed source apps with open source ones.

Now, when it comes to browsers, leave Chrome behind. Switch to Firefox (or Firefox Focus if you're on mobile). Want to go a step further? Use LibreWolf (a modified version of Firefox that increases protection against tracking), Brave (good for beginners but it has its controversies), DuckDuckGo or Bromite. You like ecofriendly alternatives? Check Ecosia out.

Are you, like, a journalist or political activist? Then you probably know Tor and other anonymous networks like i2p, freenet, Lokinet, Retroshare, IPFS and GNUnet.

For whistleblowers there are tools like SecureDrop (requires Tor), GlobaLeaks (alternative to SecureDrop), Haven (Android) and OnionShare.

Search engines?

There are Startpage (obtains Google's results but with more privacy), MetaGer (open source), DuckDuckGo (partially open source), Searx (open source). You can see the comparisons here.

Check libRedirect out. It redirects requests from popular socmed websites to privacy friendly frontends.

Alternatives to YouTube that value your privacy? Odysee, PeerTube and DTube.

Decentralized apps and social media? Mastodon (Twitter alternative), Friendica (Facebook alternative), diaspora* (Google+ RIP), PixelFed (Insta alternative), Aether (Reddit alternative).

Messaging?

I know we all use shit like Viber, Messenger, Telegram, Whatsup, Discord etc. but there are:

Signal (feels like Whatsup but it's secure and has end-to-end encryption)

Session (doesn't even require a phone or e-mail address to sign up)

Status (no phone or e-mail address again)

Threema (for mobile)

Delta Chat (you can chat with people if you know their e-mail without them having to use the app)

Team chatting?

Open source options:

Element (an alternative to Discord)

Rocket.chat (good for companies)

Revolt.chat (good for gamers and a good alternative to Discord)

Video/voice messaging?

Brave Talk (the one who creates the talk needs to use the browser but the others can join from any browser)

Jami

Linphone

Jitsi (no account required, video conferencing)

Then for Tor there are various options like Briar (good for activists), Speek! and Cwtch (user friendly).

Georestrictions? You don't want your Internet Provider to see what exactly what you're doing online?

As long as it's legal in your country, then you need to hide your IP with a VPN (authoritarian regimes tend to make them illegal for a reason), preferably one that has a no log policy, RAM servers, does not operate in one of the 14 eyes, supports OpenVPN (protocol), accepts cash payment and uses a strong encryption.

NordVPN (based in Panama)

ProtonVPN (Switzerland)

Cyberghost

Mullvad (Sweden)

Surfshark (Netherlands)

Private e-mails?

ProtonMail

StartMail

Tutamail

Mailbox (ecofriendly option)

Want to hide your real e-mail address to avoid spam etc.? SimpleLogin (open source)

E-mail clients?

Thunderbird

Canary Mail (for Android and iOS)

K-9 Mail (Android)

Too many complex passwords that you can't remember?

NordPass

BitWarden

LessPass

KeePassXC

Two Factor Authenticators?

2FAS

ente Authenticator

Aegis Authenticator

andOTP

Tofu (for iOS)

Want to encrypt your files? VeraCrypt (for your disk), GNU Privacy Guard (for your e-mail), Hat.sh (encryption in your browser), Picocrypt (Desktop encryption).

Want to encrypt your Dropbox, Google Drive etc.? Cryptomator.

Encrypted cloud storage?

NordLocker

MEGA

Proton Drive

Nextcloud

Filen

Encrypted photography storage?

ente

Cryptee

Piwigo

Want to remove metadata from your images and videos? ExifCleaner. For Android? ExifEraser. For iOS? Metapho.

Cloak your images to counter facial recognition? Fawkes.

Encrypted file sharing? Send.

Do you menstruate? Do you want an app that tracks your menstrual cycle but doesn't collect your data? drip.

What about your sexual health? Euki.

Want a fitness tracker without a closed source app and the need to transmit your personal data to the company's servers? Gadgetbridge.