#The Exchange

[ilikebooksthings]

I’m re-reading six of crows right now and Inej sneaks up behind a guard

“Please,” he moaned. “I-“

“I like it when men beg,” she said “But this isn’t the time for it”

I LOVE HER WITH ALL MY HEART

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

joy haters have no sense of media literacy

[winter-seance]

The Exchange (2013)

[dreamtigress]

Verbanden & Geesten

Chapters 1 & 2 of Verbanden & Geesten, the 11 story in the Kanej Wensen series, are now up on A03.

This title, Ties & Ghosts, is quite literal as well as metaphorical. I went into some interesting challenges with this story. There's no smut, but plenty of action, emotion, and exploration. I even did my first Wylan POV, plus you get another OC POV. Chapter 3 comes tomorrow, after I comb through it one last time. It was the hardest chapter to produce, and one of the pieces that wrung every last emotion out of me while writing it. I sincerely hope my readers will relish seeing Kaz spend time at his family's farm after nearly a decade.

Summary for V&B:

Kaz deals with waiting for Inej to return, gang politics with the Razorgulls, redecorating his bedroom, getting a tattoo, and a visit to his childhood home. Jesper and Wylan visit the Slat, meet Krai, and help Kaz out with some gang politics, among other things.

See also: Kaz deals with feels, Letter from Nina, Cat Dad Kaz, Krai is adorable, Emotional Support Cat, Wylan POV, Kaz deals with gang stuff, Jesper POV, Gang Dad Kaz, Poem from Inej, Inej wins at gifts, OC POV, Kaz is good with horses, But riding hurts, Jordie’s voice, Ties & Ghosts is actually fairly literal, Visiting one’s past, Battling with PTSD, We never stop fighting.

[simnostalgia]

The Sims 2 Exchange: Sample 1

So I don't know if you guys remember me talking about it but a few months back I started collecting some content from different people that came from the Exchange.

For those of you familiar, the exchange closed around 2012 and took with it a lot of content that couldn't be found elsewhere. While a lot of the content was primitive by today's standards it still was part of the community's history.

For that reason, today I'm sharing some of the content that I collected via Sim Archive Project (Yes, I *am* still working on that) and I'm asking that you share any content that you still have.

Attention longtime simmers: Please, again, if you have content that you feel likely cannot be elsewhere, let me know! This includes exchange content, exchange stories, and even TS1 BBS threads should you have screenshots. Anything you have for the first two games would be greatly appreciated. Sims, Stories, Homes, etc. If you're worried for any reason, the files can be shared completely anonymously. You just have to let me know!

...Also if you know someone who might have some of these things and you think they'd be interested then give us contact info and we'll reach out!

I've already reunited some users with content they made that was saved but hidden deep in Archive.org. VioletKitty's work from the TS1 site for example.

Over the next few days I'm going to try and share some of the things that I've recovered. (Super excited about that!). Today's offering is 2 GBs worth of old sim content that is a random assortment of sims.

::DOWNLOAD::

[samsdei]

Avan Jogia

[siremasterlawrence]

The Exchange Part 2 - 4

Part 2

Upon my control over Liam Hemsworth I am planning to fix his family for good taking a trip to Australia and make my way to the family home.

I manipulate every member of the family to join me for a barbecue that evening as all the members appear and I start to unleash all hell loose.

I make a loud clap sending a thunderous high wave spiraling into the room getting

the attention of every single person on the planet.

Sitting on top of a stage I had built with an old style microphone in my hand as I begin to use my voice with a certain pattern of my voice.

They are left in state of being spell bound to my mental control voice howling, cracking and causing a stirring vibration within all who attend.

They demand me to speak so I do tightening my grip on the microphone I explain to them that I am Liam now and I will be saving Chris and Luke as well.

“Everyone I am assuming absolute power and control permanently over this family.”

“You have no issue with it.”

“You love it”

“Chris and Luke join me”

“The rest of you form a line and enter the void.”

“You will be processed”

“Processed”

“I am your God!”

“Chris and Liam”

“Yyyyeeessss”

“Say goodbye to each other “

“Goodbye “

“Will you surrender to me?”

“Everything”

“Luke you will hand over your talent and funds.”

“Yes and I will be processed”

“Here is your new man you will host”

“Chris go to this address @Mctf21 is waiting”

Part 3

“Will Arnett is here to see you sir “

“Let him in please “

“Nice digs!”

“Call me Master”

“Yes Master…what the fuck?”

“Zip it! I speak you obey “

“How can you do as I please?””

“I am the world”

“I consume you “

“Now kneel for me”

“I submit “

“You broke me”

“What will you give me in return?”

“My all”

“All I want is your comedic and voice over skills.”

“You fund me as well”

“We are a family “

“Oh God! I am hard “

His body rises up to me walking closer to be greeting me with his arms wrapping over me and he stares deep in to my soul kissing me.

I kiss him back shoving him on to the wall ins feverish pitch I can see his cock grow rock hard.

“You want to cum you need to cum”

“CUM”

“Aaaaahhhhh”

“FUCK!”

Part 4

The Hollywood tour Las Vegas style broke up all of this way of life from Los Angeles since I took over the strip bringing money and power.

I left Chris body to my friend between day and night it’s has been busy performances dramatic and comedic at will thanks to three gold mines.

“Will Arnett, and Liam powering me”

“Like the energizer battery “

“Who’s next? Shows are on going “

“As you demanded he is here “

“That voice “

“Pay me dividends”

“You serve me”

“I own you “

“I want your voice Patrick”

“You have what you want “

“You perform at this venue “

“Every night “

“Make movies “

“Worship me”

“Empower me”

“You are my soul now “

“My thoughts are yours”

“My will is yours”

“My skills are yours”

“Control me”

“Give me yourself “

“Yes Mater, fuck me”

The end

[visionaxry]

my favorite films i watched for the first time in 2022 ♥️

[thelightningstreak]

Spoil exchange please

Hello, and thanks for your note! I did receive another ask about Exchange that I've answered, but I can add one more spoiler here!

Vlad isn't likely to forget the face of the angry stranger he bumped into in the hall of the Amity Park Resistance...

[papas-majadas]

I went crazy on DVDs this weekend.

[monstrumpuella]

[thetistaboveall]

The Exhange

“Lawrence! Please come here.” I hear a soft Australian sounding accent call me.

“Did you call?” I ask him in a sarcastic voice.

“I need you to help me get dressed.” Liam swears.

“You look nervous.” I suggest.

“I am a bit”

“I can tell Liam”

“Let me give you a massage “

“No! That’s not your job”

“Sit down and relax”

“Sure! Why not?”

“Close your eyes, embrace my touch and let it settle.”

“Digging deep into your skin”

“Feels so good”

“I am going to rub deeper “

“Yes push further “

“Yes”

“My hands are scraping it away”

“Every last worry “

“Relief”

“Ssshhhhuuuusssshhh”

“I am in charge now “

“Wait what?”

“SILENCE “

“Keep them closed “

“Focus on my voice”

“So much happier to focus on one thing “

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course…100 percent “

“Then take a deep breath “

“Perfect! You are entering SNL studio”

“No! I can’t”

“Stopping being scared “

“Now walk”

“Yes….ok”

“I will keep you safe “

“Go to the dressing room and get ready “

His head begins to lighten up falling down

to his chest I rub his shoulder watching him swoon.

His cock grows a bit shooting up through his pants I can see he totally hard and I laugh a bit.

“You feel utter sweet relaxation”

“Your muscles shrink “

“You are not strong “

“Just a vessel “

“Let me handle you “

“Hand the reigns to me”

“I see you attempting to resist”

“This is not right “

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Too stupid to think “

“Yeah bitch “

“Give in to me”

“Lean your news back”

“This is cruise control “

“I can’t hold back “

“I assume your control “

“FUCk”

“Cum for me on command “

“STOP IT!”

“You are so close “

“Explode your free will to me”

“Relinquish your body to me”

“Hell no”

“Becareful”

“Face me”

“No”

“Look at me”

“I am your light and life “

“This is my will”

“Now CUM”

“Nnnnnooooooo!”

“CUM”

“Aaaahhhhhh”

Closing my eyes my body begins to vibrate on a whole new level shining brightly it turns into pure unadulterated light shaping into a ball. I am fully transporting my soul, heart and mind into his own body.

“Sorry Liam this is my life now “

“Time to enslave a whole group of guys”

The end

[swtorpadawan]

For NPC Asks how about Rylee Dray and the Lady of Pain?

Ask Me About SWTOR NPCs Thank you, @jjjwhovian !

And… hoo, boy! Did you just hit the jackpot! LOTS of notes on these two!

So first for Rylee Dray - You may already be familiar with some headcanons I have for her in my Halcyon Legacy: The Slice Girls Its possible that not long after Zu'fanda Pampya (my Sith Inquisitor) was killed, the Cult of the Screaming Blade collapsed. Destris Veran, Rylee's partner, was killed during the fallout, and Rylee was soon left on her own, without protection. Its possible that SOMEONE snapped her up, effectively enslaving her for her slicer skills. Maybe its also possible that someone else (like Kira, Mako, and company) will hopefully come rescue her someday. (We can hope.)

The Lady of Pain - the leader of the Exchange of Tatooine - does not take the Eternal Empire's subjugation of Tatooine well. She conducts a vicious guerilla-style resistance campaign against the Zakuulans. But after about a year, it goes south, and she's captured by Tarso Gren, the Exarch of Tatooine. Imprisoned aboard the Star Fortress, she's subjected to…. well. It's bad. I'm not getting into it. A few years later, Tarso is visiting a colleague: Forta Gair, the Exarch of Belsavis. On a lark - visiting a prison-world with a dreaded criminal of his own - he brought the Lady of Pain with him. The two Exarchs were both a bit sadistic by this point, and it eventually occurred to them to have an impromptu gladiator fight between the Lady sand someone Forta was keeping prisoner. (You'll recall Zakuulans have a history of being into gladiator fighting, including with enslaved fighters.) The fight was vicious. It started unarmed, but both were allowed to use random objects as makeshift weapons. Both women were just fighting for survival, knowing what would happen to them if they didn't fight. Ultimately, the Lady of Pain lost. She died because two Exarchs had a bet going, and were looking for cheap entertainment. Oh - and her opponent? Who was forced to kill her? That was an imprisoned twi'lek smuggler named Bas'riish.

Thank you!

Tagging @voidendron - Because.

[winter-seance]

The Exchange (2013)

[dlyarchitecture]

[astrumocs]

SLAMS IN LOST FOR SEIFER THANKS

Prompt 45 / Lost - Seifer Sanaca:

Major Characters: Otavah Minera (The Reshaper) and Seifer Sanaca Minor Character: Leiere Kedrie (NPC)

Setting: The Exchanges Fleet Vessel; Very distant past

—– Google Docs Link —–

“Up for a spar, General?” Spoke up the voice of Seifer, as he absently rotated his wrist, causing the blue metal of his dagger to gleam under the artificial lights-- unlike his short sword, which rested still in his other hand.

Two members of The Exchange's crew had just finished with a little sparring match of their own, ceasing the fight only when General Minera finally called it a draw. The combatants had shaken hands with sweaty palms and through labored breaths, but they both seemed content with the fact that neither of them had taken a loss in their friendly battle.

The General liked to watch their crew duke it out, stating that it was 'not only good for morale but made for excellent entertainment as well'. No one could really disagree with that sentiment either, it was a solid point. A lot of the crew would often stop in to watch a match going down, it really was a strong point of camaraderie on the ship.

Rising up from their lounging position off to the side of the ring, Otavah smiles cheekily at their lieutenant. “Think you can handle me at my best, Seifer?”

He lets out a puff of air from his nose in amusement, “I won’t start flying if you don’t.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Celeste, but I’ll try and hold off for your sake.”

The General has always been a bit of a tease, and it rarely mattered who he was talking to, Seifer was certainly no exception anyway. No one would expect Otavah to pass on the use of his wings, the man never put them away, and they were essential to the style of fighting he’d cultivated over the sweeps.

That being said, it wouldn’t kill him not to fly 15 feet up in the air, where the only one who could fight properly was him. Even he could admit things might get boring in that case, no matter how much the General loved playing a little dirty.

As the two men step up to take their opposing spots in the ring, their eyes meet. Seifer shakes his head slightly to knock his poof of a ponytail over his shoulder to rest against his back, then brings both of his weapons up in a readied stance.

Meanwhile, Otavah puts out both of his arms straight in front of him, rotating them in a swift motion so they cross over each other, hands now gripping an apparated pole blade and untwisting with a flourish to be in a more battle-ready position. It was hard to deny that despite how extra he was in everything he did, it was rather impressive to watch.

Seifer's mind wasn’t particularly focused on that aspect of things, although that didn’t stop Leiere, a member of his own squad, from cheering out, “Woohoo! Go, General! Kick his ass!” with all four of his arms fist pumping in the air for added emphasis.

Seeing the pleased and smug look that came over Otavah’s face was enough to make Seifer playfully roll his eyes. “Thanks for the damn vote of confidence, Lee! The support is noted!”

In that brief moment of distraction, Otavah already starts to play. Large, shimmering wings flit in small movements to aid in his languid approach. Seifer only has a moment to react to the pole blade curving up for his jaw, his arm twitching into a reaction to parry with his dagger. The metal clashes loudly, and several of the crew members around hoot and holler at the clutch counter.

There’s a brief pause where ringed violet eyes meet bronze crescents and General Minera laughs. Though the two of them are holding against each other in a seemingly effortless display, both are exerting enough strength to keep their strifes pressed together with a slight tremble on both sides.

“Already playing dirty, Otavah? I expected better.” Seifer says through a smile.

“Did you now? Your mistake, then, Celeste.” he retorts, a matching smile set on his own features.

In their brief back and forth, Seifer had moved his other hand slowly up, only to then bring it down in a swift move to try and slice into his combatant's shoulder. Otavah doesn’t even look toward the incoming threat as his wings flutter, allowing him to shift his shoulder back and away from harm. Without pause, he follows the movement up with a rotation of his blade to the left, forcing the sword into the ground.

“Shit-” is all Seifer has time to say before he has to make an evasive maneuver of his own, bending back at the waist to try and dodge the pole as it comes back for the upswing to the right. His reaction is only a fraction too late, but it’s enough that the weapon draws a small cut into his jaw, letting neon violet drops fly into the air.

At the first draw of blood, there are wide eyes and even more cheers from the onlookers. Things continue this way for a while, easily for over twenty minutes, as the two narrowly dodge each other's well-timed movements- or they seemingly fail to account for something, and they acquire a knick from one of the various weapons at play.

Moments occur where Seifer can feel the haze of magic buzzing around certain movements, but he keeps his mouth shut and allows himself moments of pride when his skills seem to keep him level with the mild fuckery afoot. Those continued moments of added confidence eventually become Seifer’s downfall, however, as his eyes track a repeated movement that the General had been using to go for a chest hit.

Seifer moves to parry it as he had in previous times, but the blade never actually makes contact with his dagger, and he notices the change too late.

Using a dancer's step, Otavah suddenly pivots in a spin to Seifer’s left, letting his right leg slide along the floor to bring him down low where his pole blade then sweeps behind his Lieutenants legs and knocks him down onto his back with a resounding thud. As the air comes back to Seifer’s lungs, he sees the tip of his opponent's blade hovering over his chest.

Several voices let out ‘ooh’s’ of sympathy, and a couple of others suck in air through their teeth at the sound. Just as many others also offer up a round of cheers or applause for the performance that the two of them gave.

“I believe you’ve lost, my dearest lieutenant.”

“Yeah, well,” A grunt as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, “I’d say I did pretty good given the integrity of my opponent, wouldn’t you?”

Another rich chuckle escapes his superior at that. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were insulting me, Seifer.”

Otavah pulls his blade away and vanishes it off to gods only knows where before reaching out an olive branch of assistance: offering to help Seifer up. The violet reaches up to take it before it suddenly gets pulled away from reach. Another roll of Seifer's eyes, “You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

The Generals eyes glitter in amusement before reextending his hand. “Only messing with you my friend, no tricks this time.”

A skeptical look levels itself at Otavah for a long moment before Seifer, once again, reaches out to take their hand, and this time he makes contact, smacking their hands together audibly as he’s pulled to his feet.

“Alright, I’m gonna go take one hell of a power nap, if you don’t mind, General.” With that comment, Seifer begins to take his leave, followed quickly by Leiere- who was about to start chatting him up, before a voice calls after them both.

“By all means, Lieutenant,” they shrug, relaxed as always, “but don’t forget that your group is scheduled for a scouting mission at o-800 sharp!”

With a soft groan, Seifer only gives a thumbs-up in reply as the duo turns the corner.