#a king of data breaching

[niobiumao3]

I need you guys to know that what's super funny to me is that as someone who has taken security training on private and secure data what you're SUPPOSED to do when someone sends you private data by accident is delete it and you're supposed to cycle your private keys and passwords on a regular basis so Dedra getting data she's not supposed to see and being like 'oh HELL yes' and saving it out while Lonni is sitting here on her email password/SSH key he stole a fucking year ago and has been reading everything the WHOLE TIME is so real and relateable and just. Like. Everything about how the Death Star gets leaked is based on ACTUAL infosec problems and stuff you're trained to NOT do because THIS is what happens.

'I've had her credentials for a year'

I howled.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Scotland Yard could be called in to investigate an alleged breach of the Princess of Wales’s private medical data.

The world-renowned London Clinic in Marylebone where the Princess of Wales underwent abdominal surgery in January, launched an investigation amid allegations staff attempted to access her private medical records.

After The Mirror’s world exclusive was picked up around the world this week, sources have said tonight that “up to three people” could be involved in the alleged accessing of Catherine’s medical records.

In a further bombshell, it can be revealed that the alleged breach took place after the future queen was discharged from hospital on January 29, as social media exploded with outlandish and hurtful conspiracy theories relating to her surgery.

Sources said the criminal investigation, described as “unprecedented” and now being run by the Information Commissioner's Office (ICO), could run alongside an additional probe by the Metropolitan Police.

Accessing someone’s medical records without cause or consent can be a criminal offence.

If the ICO investigates and finds evidence that medical records were accessed illegally, it can take action, including prosecuting and fining the person responsible in court.

The development came amid a new statement from the CEO of the The London Clinic, who said:

“There is no place at our hospital for those who intentionally breach the trust of any of our patients or colleagues.”

A source said:

“This is such a unique case that a police investigation could run alongside one by the Information Commissioner's Office.

The IOC will deal with anything as a criminal matter, which could end up in a Magistrate’s Court, but if there were further claims of wrongdoing such as a conspiracy to distribute illegally accessed information, then that could be a matter for the police.”

Scotland Yard has also been urged to launch an immediate investigation, alongside the IOC probe, over fears of a potential royal blackmail plot.

Dai Davies, the former chief superintendent and head of the royal protection unit, said:

“Anyone accused of this most serious breach of trust should be interviewed under caution at the earliest opportunity.

The implications for the royal family are far and wide, and there must be a full probe by Scotland Yard to determine if any further crimes have been committed.”

The Met Police said it had not yet received a referral, but Health Minister Maria Caulfield said today that she understood “police have been asked to look at it.”

Speaking to Sky News, she said it was "pretty serious stuff to be accessing notes that you don't have permission to."

She added:

"I say this as someone who's still on the nursing register, that the rules are very, very clear for all patients.

That unless you're looking after that patient, or they've given you their consent, you should not be looking at patients' notes.

So there are rules in place and the Information Commissioner can levy fines, that can be prosecutions, your regulator.

So as a nurse, my regulator would be the NMC (Nursing and Midwifery Council), can take enforcement action….and can strike you off the register if the breach is serious enough.

So there are particularly hefty implications if you are looking at notes for medical records that you should not be looking at."

Asked if the police should look into the matter, she said: "My understanding is that police have been asked to look at it - whether they take action is a matter for them.”

Fears that the King’s private medical information had also been compromised were dismissed tonight, after Charles spent three nights at the hospital during the same period as the Princess of Wales after undergoing an operation for an enlarged prostate.

Sources confirmed bosses at the hospital had informed Buckingham Palace that the alleged breach being probed did not involve the monarch.

Charles and Catherine were discharged separately just hours apart on January 29.

The King was subsequently diagnosed with “a form of cancer,” announced by Buckingham Palace on February 5.

Senior bosses at the hospital notified the IOC within 72 hours of the alleged breach of Kate’s records, in accordance with the watchdog’s guidelines.

Despite global speculation over the nature of the princess’s surgery, which has sparked wild conspiracy theories across social media and international news outlets, Kensington Palace has gone to great lengths to protect her privacy.

The palace said when Catherine was admitted that she would spend two weeks in hospital and not return to royal duties until after Easter as she continued her recovery at home.

Sources suggested the princess may decide to join the royal family on a scheduled walk to church on Easter Sunday, but no decision had yet been taken.

As the crisis intensified today following The Mirror’s revelations, Al Russell, the CEO at The London Clinic, added:

“Everyone at The London Clinic is acutely aware of our individual, professional, ethical and legal duties with regards to patient confidentiality.

We take enormous pride in the outstanding care and discretion we aim to deliver for all our patients that put their trust in us every day.

We have systems in place to monitor management of patient information and, in the case of any breach, all appropriate investigatory, regulatory and disciplinary steps will be taken.”

The General Medical Council (GMC), which regulates doctors, also said patients must have confidence that their personal information is protected "at all times."

A spokesman for the Prime Minister said:

“Clearly there are strict rules on patient data that must be followed. I think we all want to get behind the Princess of Wales and Prince of Wales and we wish her the speediest of recoveries.”

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Military Assassinations

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“What do you mean General Veers is dead?”

From the corner of the room Nifien could hear the lowly orderly who had drew the ire of the prince swallow as if they were choking on a Ganta Nut.

“Forgive me my prince,” the orderly stammered, “but General Veers was killed several months ago during the opening stages of the conflict.”

Glaring at the orderly with a mixture of displeasure and disgust, Prince Kiora was growing more impatient by the minute. He had been sent by his father the king to check on the status of the war front with the humans only to find himself greeted by lower ranking officers instead of the supreme commander himself; and now he had learned why.

“Why was the homeworld not informed of his death?” Kiora asked as he looked up from the orderly and stared down the remaining senior staff inside the war room. Only Nifien met his gaze but said nothing.

“With regrets great one, all transmissions have been blocked by a network of human cyber warfare satellites.”  

Quickly pulling out a data pad and thumbing in several keys in rapid succession, the holographic projector spun to life and presented an image of the world they now stood upon in the center of the room. The orderly pointed to a rash of tiny red icons that began appearing above the planet and moving in perfect formation across the entire atmosphere.

“Any transmission sent from the surface is rebounded off their satellites and sent back to the surface. We’ve been unable to get a signal out since we first arrived and with our navy hampered by the human fleet we’ve been in short supply of any orbit capable craft to breach the bubble and-“

The prince held up a hand dismissively and the orderly stopped their explanation. Rubbing his four eyes the prince said nothing as he took in the information laid out before him. The information homeworld had was clearly well and outdated by this new developments and that shifted the entire picture for Kiora.

“I assume General Mentau now leads the campaign then? Why is he not here?”

The gathered officer core looked nervous and said nothing as the orderly tried to speak but stopped themselves several times.

“Because he too is also dead, your highness;” Nifien spoke as he stepped forward, “along with General Jul’nin, Safar, Dre’nuk, and Gin’tharie.”

  “Dead?!” The prince spoke out in surprise, “All of them?!?”

“I’m afraid so.” Nifien replied as he stood next to the orderly. With a subtle nod he dismissed the orderly who thankfully bowed his head to both Nifien and the prince before retreating back to the corners of the room; no doubt thankful to no longer be the prime focus of the prince.

“How was this…this…disaster, allowed to unfurl..” the prince began as he looked at Nifien and it dawned on him that he had not introduced himself yet.

“Apologies my liege,” he began as he bowed, “I am Nifien Ve-gar, Commander of the 3rd front and acting supreme commander of the campaign.”

“How was this allowed to happen?” the prince reiterated, to which Nifien entered several keys into his own data pad and the projection shifted to a video feed.

“Shortly after our arrival General Veers was targeted by what the humans call a “hit squad”, and terminated while touring the front lines.”

The video feed was footage from a soldiers weapon camera mount and showed the general very much alive and discussing matters with several soldiers gathered around him. Veers was well known to be loved by his forces as he would see the frontlines for himself time to time and speak with his forces personally.

Just as the General finished telling a joke which had the gathered host laughing the back of his head blew out and showered his bodyguards standing behind him in brain matter. The gathered mass of soldiers began shouting while and searching for the direction the shot came from as Veers bodyguards cradled their now deceased leader and dragged his body away off screen before the feed ended.

“Shortly after his death General Mentau took overall command of the campaign. He held the position for a month before he too was likewise terminated by what we believe to be the same hit squad.”

Another feed appeared on the screen showing General Mentau’s personal command vehicle pulling into a compound only for it to suddenly explode violently. Black flames emerged from the shattered windows and the general’s death screams could be heard causing several of the gathered officers to look away in horror.

Rather than showing more gruesome footage several pictures of the other decease general’s appeared on screen showing they had met similar fates, along with half a dozen other lower ranking officers.

“Without a proper chain of command to direct the larger picture,” Nifien continued as the hologram switched to project the territories controlled by their forces and the humans, “the entire army had ground to a standstill. Some units have been operating under order several weeks old by now leaving the entire front stagnant. In the last month alone I have had to issue field promotions to some thirty six officers to keep the entire army from falling in on itself and even now the measure is merely a stopgap to the much larger issue. ”

Kiora listened in silence as the scope of the problem was finally laid bare. Without clear lines of leadership and orders to follow the entire invasion force was now on the verge of disintegration.

“If you have promoted new officers why has the war continued to remain a stalemate?” the prince asked.

Nifien shrugged. “Every soldier by now knows about the human hit squads and is terrified of them, especially the newly promoted officers. By now they all know there is a giant target on their back and the paranoia is making them halt and consolidate their gains to ensure their own safety.”

The holographic projection shifted again to show a blurry outline of a figure from great distance. Nifien pointed to the figure as he spoke to the prince. “This is the only photo of the human hit squad that we have. Despite every security upgrade we have done, patrols altered, transmission frequency recoded; they are still able to bypass our lines and target officers.”

He chuckled despite himself. “Hells, I’ve not been able to leave this command bunker since becoming acting commander and that was over a month ago.”

Though he was disgusted with the human’s cowardly tactics Kiora had to admit that they had played themselves well. With but the slayings of a few individuals the entire army had been ground to a halt as they awaited orders that would never come.

“When my father hears of this disaster he will be most…..displeased.” the prince said in a low tone which the gathered officers knew all too well. The King’s displeasure was that of a death sentence in all but name and their only hope was to earn some crumb of glory to stave off the butcher’s axe from their necks.

To the prince’s surprise Nifien shook his head. “I’m afraid that will be a long time before he hears that your highness.”

“And why is that?” Kiora dismissed flatly. “Do you think your temporary station gives you some measure of control over one of the royal blood?”

“Never your grace, but it does ensure me when in matters of your protection.”

“My protections?” the prince replied startled, “What do you mean?”

“These humans have shown they are more than capable of killing anyone at nearly any time of their choosing.” Nifien began, “So what do you think they will do when they learn that their most hated enemy’s prince has arrived at the warzone?”

The realization finally dawned for Kiora as his mouth hung open.

“Chances are the moment you step foot outside of this bunker, you will be dead before you even lay eyes on your ship.”

[le-chevalier-au-lion]

the greatest thing we've lost: santimarc [e]

“I missed you,” Marc manages to say, mouth slack and wanting, eyes bright on the half light.

Santi flattens his free palm against the cradle of Marc’s ribcage. Feels him breathe, the sharp staccato of it, and the heat of his skin. His tongue is leaden—clumsy. There’s too much to say, he thinks. Or maybe he’s being too emotional.

He kisses Marc’s collarbone, the jut of bone there. Then his arm—the bad one, the one that he’s spent years losing sleep about. His scars are raised and rough under his lips. Marc jolts, a sound caught in his throat, wet, needy. Jolts again when Santi realizes he’s distracted and crooks his fingers inside him. He throws his head back, sweat pooling on his hairline, casting him on a silvery sheen.

The night flies by him in jerky flashes. Dinner, too fast—though Santi knows they spent hours in that restaurant, laughing, too full of good food, though technically this must breach at least one contract. The track to Marc’s hotel room is a meaningless blur.

But this—

Santi has this moment in excruciating detail, punishingly so. Marc at the door, king-of-the-world reckless— how about one more drink? Which had lasted for three seconds flat, and then his mouth was on Santi’s, insistent, demanding. A hand under his shirt, and the other on his belt, blundering, inelegant, all want. He'd been thinking about kissing him for what felt like days, staring at the stain of rosé wine on his lips.

“Santi,” Marc bites out, urgent, his eyes fever bright and wide. He’s pretty like a heart attack like this.

“I’m here.”

“Another—why don’t you give me another?” He sounds frustrated, cleaved open, voice catching on a whine.

Santi rests his forehead against Marc’s sweat slippery thigh, panting wetly into the crease of his hip. Sinks his teeth into the flesh there, the imprint of his mouth red and mean. Marc jerks, sighs, goes slack at the pain.

He doesn’t say take it easy . “You’re something else.”

It comes out sickeningly, predictably fond. Same old. Marc puts his hand on Santi’s nape, tugs at the curls growing there. A laugh bubbles out of them both. Something giddy and light tangles in Santi’s chest—a champagne frizz under the podium, just tossing the data away and marveling at the show.

Santi would do anything for him. To him. That realization rakes its nails over his nerves, makes him buck against the bed.

Marc goes up on his elbows to look at him. There’s a flush on his cheeks, pink, precious, and an open-mouthed, reckless smile. His cock smears silver-shiny streaks of pre-come on his abs. Unfair. Troublesome . Even more when he smells the weakness Santi can feel breaking out on his own expression and does what he always will—latches on.

“I missed you,” Marc says again, dogged, unrelenting, painfully adoring.

And he clenches in convulsive, little spasms around his fingers. Santi has to bite on his tongue hard. Count back on every corner where the Honda is slow.

It’s fucking—insane.

“Me too.” But he keeps the same pace, only two fingers, scissoring them gently, not quite skimming against Marc’s prostate, not quite ignoring it.

Marc moans, wretched, wanting. It’s the mind-fuck of Santi’s life .

He hadn’t thought about this. It wasn’t ever like that, except in the odd stretch of time between 2018 and 2019, with Marc crystal-fragile and carrying a fiery streak of the divine anyway. You and me, Santi, just us, we’re the best, can you believe this ? As if he had ever doubted.

As if anyone could ever doubt, with Marc tucked against their side, champagne-slack, bright like gold.

But it wasn’t serious . Not when he had Marc’s data, and his wins, and his safety on his hands. Now he has this—the bruise on Marc’s collarbones, and his lube-shiny hole stretching wide, and the way his lashes fall over his cheeks.

If he could burn that image in his mind forever, he would. Thinks he already has.

Santi must be going too slow again. Marc makes a noise, one hand bunched on the sheets, the other digging into his shoulder. The thought of carrying Marc’s bruises comes like a knife to the guts sort of realization about himself.

“Can’t you just fuck me?” He bites out. Mouthy, still halfway to a plea anyway.

And he goes vice-tight again. The squelch of lube becomes deafening, obscene. Christ on the cross .

“Marc,” Santi chides, his voice gravelly, strained. He’s thinking about it—just slipping inside him already, God fucking damn it all.

“Hm?” His eyes are hazy. His hips work in small, tortuous circles when Santi freezes.

He would like it, is the thing. Another Marc-ism to add to the list— fastmeanrough here too. Santi tucks a laugh against the slippery crook of his neck, slows down his fingers, presses down against a smooth, trembling thigh to keep him in place when he bucks against his hand. He’s so hard his vision starts to blur around the edges, cock throbbing like a sucker punch between his legs.

But it’s his job to worry. Always has.

“Marc, are you happy?”

Marc’s lashes flutter over his cheeks. He’s pretty—pretty and wired and flushed pink, eyes round and wide, his bottom lip wobbling. “ Yes ,” he groans, grabs Santi’s wrist. His nails scramble against the delicate skin there. Mean, greedy. “Yes, but I wish things hadn’t—that we were still—”

His heart is three sizes too big for his chest. Also, his underwear feels gross, sticky, where he’s been leaking all over himself. Through that outpour of fondness, of need, Santi leans in to nuzzle Marc’s forehead.

It isn’t—it isn’t what they thought they’d always be. Honda forever, Marc had blurted out at—one of the Sachsenrings, he thinks, both of them drunk out of their asses, delirious with joy, with the fever pitch of king of the Ring .

And if not that, a team forever. It isn’t Santi going through ten hail marys over quali, over a divine save, and Marc dragging him up the podium after that, glued together from calf to shoulder.

“You’re gonna be just fine, babychamp,” he whispers.

Marc nods sharply. He’s fever-hot on his fingers, restless, feet digging uselessly into the sweat-damp mattress. “If I could I’d have never—”

Santi knows. Tries to shush him because he knows , but hearing it might unlodge that sharp piece of loss stuck somewhere around his ribs. Might unlodge that I wish you hadn’t, and you were the best thing I ever held, and I thought that without me you wouldn’t have done it that burns in his throat.

But Marc has clearly been working himself towards something. His gaze goes flinty, cutting—clear visor on a left-hander track, laser-focused.

His legs wrap around Santi’s waist. Suddenly he’s on back, scrambling for breath, wrangled like Marc’s bike when it tried to buck him off. Marc is there, everywhere, above him, boyish curls casting shadows on his determination, on his furrowed brows.

Santi blinks hard to the ceiling. He feels light, untethered, mustang wild—fourteen years later is either the most singularly stupid moment to do this or the only one that works.

“Sometimes,” he says, harsh, yearning, “I want to say fuck Ducati, fuck Gresini, fuck Frankie and hand you my data. Get you to tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Santi laughs. Tries to. What comes out is a reedy noise he doesn’t recognize as human—Marc eviscerates him and reaches behind himself to get Santi’s cock out of his underwear. His hand is iron-hot, calloused from the brakes. He can see where this is going, but his head might be stuffed with cotton, slow on the uptake, stuck on a syrupy wave of want.

“Should I talk you through a lap in Motegi?”

“No.” He goes crinkly-eyed, mischievous. Brno 2019 levels of bad for Santi’s blood pressure. It’s not any less devastating from up close. “I know you’re going to complain about my braking.”

“You eat too much ty—”

Marc smiles, shark-like, and drops down on his cock, mouth going wanton and slack.

It’s just the tip, because Santi grabs his waist and holds tight to keep him in place. Stops him from fucking himself in one single, ruinous stroke. A whine knocks its way past his teeth, searing, almost inaudible through the pound of his heartbeat in his ears. Marc looks smug, hungry—unfortunately, unflatteringly attractive.

“Be careful,” Santi hisses, nowhere near as authoritative as he aimed for. It comes out choked, a plea. It's not like that warning has ever worked.

Marc smells blood on the water. Grins, shiv-quick, a flash of white teeth and his tongue sweeping over them. You you you you you you , Santi thinks, or chants, snapping his hips to fuck into Marc.

It’s—surreal. Marc flattens his hands over Santi’s shoulders, stuttering through his next breath. That little noise is almost as good as winning with him.

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Six Sentences

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Music Monday for Life, Despair & Monsters, my Wings And Horn WIP and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and WIP Wednesday & "Six Sentences" short for The Silver Chronicles. Listen and read under the cut below:

Life, Despair & Monsters is a series comprised of 21 WIPs, 15 of which the main antagonist, the Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, Sir Enigma Malvolio, is the culprit for majority of the problems that occur in the WIPs. Malvolio forces both Wednesday and Enid to work under him when he takes them from their world, is behind Monika and the Literature Club's return but into reality (and therefore gain Haoyu's attention from the blip of Monika of their world's essence disappearing before reappearing), is the reason behind the Court King's return not once but twice in The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones and Miraculous Miracles (the latter alerting Hatter), was the person who found Sonnie/Sonya damaged body and transferred her mind into the Apex to get combatant data off of her before abandoning her once she got free of his control, was involved in the production of Militech's Inviticus and Arasaka's Impulse (which garners Rico's involvement), allies with Frederick Rosemary and backs the man up in his plans to gain access to Playtime Co.'s factory from within his "Toybox", transformed Evie Jackson into Edith Bloodleech, 50% of the cause behind some of the oddities in each world within the Love Death + Robots universe, surgically implanted O.R.I.O.N as apart of Queen Guenevere, sent his Displacements to hunt down Sydney due to her "Shiner" properties, sends in Edith to take control of the vampire courts after Dracula's death, helped create Choo Choo Charles and had been destroying the towers inside the Worlds In-Between therefore creating breaches in other world and weakening realities. If there's one song I can attribute to Sir Enigma Malvolio and the Midnight Rise throughout Life, Despair & Monsters, it's Siamese's "The Wolf". Listen below:

"Each and every day hiding from the sunshine Wandering in the shade Not too old, not too young

Every night again Dancing with the moonlight Somewhere far away I can hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more

Ain't no fairy tale What I see in your eyes Awaiting your mistake Not too close, not too far

Sneaking in the pain Every truth becomes lie I won't trust myself Once I hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more!"

In Wings And Horns, Cadet Azriel and Jezebel Ba'al are two sides of the same coins, much like their authoritative/father figures (Archangel Metatron and Xiang Ba'al respectively); both are souls of girls who tragically died unfairly young due to factors outside of their control and end up in a sort of afterlife, both are ostracized by the communities they now inhabit (Azriel being an angel of death and Jezebel being a Sinner's Soul in the Sloth Ring), both have an adult they follow who acts as an authority/father figure that passes down important morals and are (opposing) extremists in regards to their methods and handlings of the Soulmate System (with Metatron doing everything in his power to preserve it while Xiang wants to destroy it all together while the New Gods decide whether to keep it or abolish it elsewhere), meanwhile both girls hold a more reasonable and far less extreme opinion on how to fix (Azriel) or repurpose (Jezebel) the failing Soulmate System that doesn't negatively impact every other human being. But most importantly, both girls just want to belong in their new lives; Azriel with the Angels of Death (in addition to Metatron) instead of going through with her planned reincarnation for 1,000 years of service and Jezebel with her adoptive demon father Xiang instead of destroying a system that no longer has a hold on her. Sadly, only one out of the two gets what they want at the end of the day.

"The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last years antlers mark the trail

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back

I've a friend who lived out by the river's mouth He knows the fiddle's cry is an old sound A lonesome, oh, creaks and moans of empty houses Are songs like fallen rain Windblown buildings, muddy ground The strength of water, can sink a man

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back!"

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, Arcane Urias' quest for satiating his power hunger via putting Discord's heart back together with the use of his Occult, had caused the deaths of innocents and betrayals of those that should be his family, all witness by said family members; his brother Matthias Talos, and his son & daughter, Ortega "Ore" Brantley and Marissa "Ress" Bishop respectively, those of whom he's also discarded and harmed without remorse. This comes to bite him in the ass when his last child, Ress, finally confronts him for his pass misdeeds, motivated by the loss of her brother and the mission he (and their uncle, Talos) passed down onto her.

"Breaking hearts Who are you to do this? You live your life like you're the only one Who deserves to live You made us cry Made us miss our families You used our souls and took control but now Something's gotta give

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

The time is now for us to walk together And carry out the dreadful verdict That you brought upon your fate No hide and seek 'Cause the shadows give no shelter It's time to face the rage behind the mask That you yourself create

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

"We are outcasts now, and you're the reason why we are We see you haunt more souls just like a scream in the night Our hearts are broken, lost, forever bound But at least we have each other now While you're alone against the wall 'Cause what goes around, yeah, comes around!"

"Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

Here's a WIP Wednesday for a new AU I decided to put Silva through. Amnesia!AU where Jacob's constant conditioning kind of fucks up Silva's already fucked up mind to the point where Eli's death (sorry Eli) is the last straw to break the camel's back; leading to her mind (in addition to something else) to just lock away a lot of Silva's significant memories. In doing so, Silva - or rather, Sylvester - becomes aware of something a bit beyond the physical existence:

Bleak.

Pain.

Floating.

If she could describe the sensation she was stuck in, she would have listed three words.

Cold.

Discomfort.

Drifting.

Those were the words, right? Everything was lost to her. Sound was empty, taste was dry, her voice mute.

...get...

She felt like she was missing pieces of herself. Like all sensation was beyond her reach.

...up...

"Only you..."

Except for the echo of a song. A song familiar to her. Too familiar to throw away. She tried looking for it, but her head was too heavy.

Get...

She recalled a faint hunger ripple in the bowels of her stomach; something clawing and tearing and painful. Too painful.

Once more, she tried to lift her head to the direction of the music, and though she could not see anything, she could tell where the song was coming from within the black abyss.

...Up.

The song was louder, and though her limbs felt detached from her body, she knew she was leaning up.

An invisible weight was opposing her, almost begging her to stop. To return to the uncomfortable and static seconds she was in.

She considered it... for the more she pushed herself up, the more certain she felt that whatever song was playing, it made her hunger worse, her throat dry and her head pound.

She faltered in her rise, slowly sinking back down. She didn't want to face it. Somewhere within her, she felt herself scream and plead to not get up. To not be hurt again.

But the quiet voice got louder, it's words harsh to hear, the force of it removing all choice for herself, pushing her to...

GET UP!

With a gasp and a hoarse fit of coughs, Silva awoke to the bleak ceiling light detached of all sorts of warmth, as fitting for a bunker.

Her chest heaved as her dry throat ached from a lack of hydration, her body too hot and the floor too cold. She covered her face from the brightness as she looked elsewhere, allowing her eyes to adjust.

She could hear commotion, but deduced it was occurring elsewhere.

Hissing, she felt every muscle in her body tense and sting. She was matted in sweat and grime, the latter a courtesy of the state of the bunker and however long she'd been out for. At least, she assumed it to be the case.

However, slowly rolling over, cringing at her shaking limbs, she struggled to rationalize exactly how her body managed to get to this exhaustive state.

Nor did she know where she was.

While pushing herself up, one of her gloved hands brushed against an object; a pistol, or some variation.

Retracting her hand from it, Silva got up with shaking limbs. Though her balance was off, so she pressed her standing body against the closest wall.

Her head felt like it was pounding, and her stomach growled and rumbled with a ferocity she felt earlier.

Looking down at herself, Silva noticed she was wearing a vest and a red flannel button up with a long sleeved shirt underneath it. She was also adorning dark grey jeans and combat boots.

She heard some commotion nearby; it sounded like a few people were shouting across in the other rooms, but there was something else that gave her pause.

Gunfire. Rapid gunfire. Not in the bunker, likely above. Outside.

Her eyes widened at the possibilities and probabilities. All she could deduce from each one? She was in danger.

And if she was in danger, then she needed to leave.

She looked down to her left, and saw a hallway filled with lockers and racks, with gunfire echoing and shouting echoing down the hall attached to the room's left.

An easy exit, although perhaps risky. Perhaps she could find a different, less dangerous one.

Backing away from the wall, she turned to the room to her right.

And froze.

It looked to be some kind of command room; a table full of maps, televisions showing screens of surveillance to the gunfight outside in what appeared to be a forest, and to be a small workshop for bows and a bed.

But that wasn't of any concern to Silva.

It was the body of a scruffy, bearded man dressed in dark green camouflage gear, splayed out on the cold floor with a unused bow and arrow in his hands, droplets of blood splattered at his feet and behind him.

Looking to his face, she could see the source of the blood came from a small hole in his forehead. She could figure out what snuffed out his life fairly quickly from that.

Much to her surprise, she wasn’t frightened by the body.

Cautiously, she stepped closer to him, wincing at the sight and the muscles in her legs flaring in pain.

She deduced he died recently, considering the blood hadn't dried. Looking him over, she glanced to the room's surveillance television and table full of maps.

Must have been a soldier, she thought to herself, taking in the bunker room's contents and the man's body, Hard to tell if he was an authority figure though.

He was unfamiliar to the soldiers she's previously encountered and seen; at the very least, not an enforcer. Closer to the Americano militar. Although from what she vividly recalled, they never used... bows and arrows.

She shook her head, strands of dark hair loosely falling to her forehead; the presence of such a weapon was hardly the most important factor here.

There was still the question of who killed him. And whether or not they were still in this bunker.

She stepped back away from the corpse, finishing her inspection. She needed to find an alternative way out; one that did not include going out into the sounds of gunfire above ground.

Perhaps there was another exit?

She hoped there would be. She was in no condition to fight, and sneaking her way out was the most plausible method.

Silva turned her direction to the door to the corpse's left. Stepping around the body, she took a glance through the window.

What she saw on the other side was the bleak sight of a room with a still body with a bloodied rag over their face, tied to a chair in a kiddie pool with voltage cables connecting the person's exposed hands and feet.

She hesitated upon reaching for the handle, the sight sickening. A brutal display of torture that nagged at her foggy mind with an eerie familiarity, but not something she could delve into now. She needed to get out.

However, the sound of rushing footsteps caught her attention, coming from somewhere nearby the torture chamber, and closing in fast.

Leave.

Silva, knowing if she was found she'd be good as dead, swiftly backed away from the door. With a pathway compromised and her being in no state of fighting, she knew there was only one viable way for her to go.

Taking in some breaths, knowing she'd likely have to sneak and even run into an opposing crossfire, with haste Silva began walking towards the hall opposite to where she discovered the corpse.

Her boot kicked against the pistol that laid prone from where she awoke from.

Gazing upon it momentarily, she picked it off the floor and headed the adjacent room.

Once around the corner in what she assumed to be a room full of stocked up rations and supplies, she stared ahead to the open bunker door that daylight shined through, though the sound of gunfire and some kind of music didn't boost any confidence in Silva's decision.

Resting against the closest wall, checked out the pistol in her hands, unloading the mag to reveal there were still bullets in the chamber, sans two.

Grimacing at what little defense she had on her person, she put the mag back in the pistol and rested her heavy head against the cool bunker wall.

She wasn't given long to rest when she heard the reverberating bang of a door being swung open, and the accompanying shouts of distress and anguish from whomever discovered the corpse. Aliadas of the dead man, she assumed.

She'd feel pity if she hadn't seen the corpse they'd shocked to death in the next room over. And she wasn't looking forward to be next in that chair.

Move.

Compelled to make a swift move, Silva made her way towards the staircase to whatever war was going on outside. She paused briefly when she almost passed a box of rations.

She quickly snagged a can before making her way up into the daylight with her pistol at the ready.

Lastly a six "sentences" short of my Omegaverse AU where Silva is involuntarily giving romantic advice to Hudson at the Spread Eagle... to the best of her ability. Enjoy this stupid little interaction I concocted:

Joey continued, either not dissuaded or sharply missed her intended meaning entirely, "I thought I would start with buying her drink."

Silva cocked a dark brow up at her amiga, "Alright. But where would you two be getting the drink from?"

A beat of silence, before Joey replied, gesturing outside their booth, "Well, here."

"So your plan is to buy our barkeeper a drink at her own establishment?" Silva asked, bemused at the omega's thought process. Is that even allowed?

Regardless of the socially acceptability of such aspects, Silva was fairly certain that Joey's rational thinking was compromised by the drink in her hand. So, she instead offered an alternative solution.

"While I think you are on the right track, I feel you should consider actually talking to her first," Silva said, pressing her hands together, emphasizing on the talking aspect with such importance as she had done for the previous half an hour, "And lead up to asking her out. Or just ask her out."

"It can't be that simple," Joey stated, brushing her braid back behind her shoulder, "Not for someone so great and level-headed as her. Are you sure you don't have any other method?"

"Not since you shot down my last one," Silva stated, taking a swig of her glass as she remembered halfheartedly offering to go up to Mary May and asking the brunette if she 'was into cops?' before she'd direct the alpha's attention over to Joey.

Joey wasn't the most amused about her suggestion, but Silva saw it as a small vengeance for asking for her help while they were in vicinity of the very woman Joey wanted to woo.

[mariacallous]

“King of Toxic Masculinity” Gets Hacked

Hacktivists have breached an online “educational platform” founded by the misogynistic right-wing influencer Andrew Tate reportedly revealing the email addresses of hundreds of thousands of users as well as the contents of the platforms’ private chat servers. Data from the hack, first reported by the Daily Dot, has now been published by the transparency nonprofit Distributed Denial of Secrets.

Andrew Tate, the so-called “king of toxic masculinity,” is currently under house arrest in Romania and faces two separate criminal charges, including allegations of forming an organized criminal group and trafficking women across Romania, the UK, and the US.

The compromised platform, a subscription-based service known as The Real World (formerly called Hustler's University), describes itself as a “global community” focused on “personal growth.” According to its website, members receive expert training, mentorship, and access to a wide range of educational courses for around $50 per month.

According to the Daily Dot, hacktivists announced their breach of the platform on Thursday by disrupting the course's main chatroom with a barrage of uploaded emojis while Tate was livestreaming an episode of his show Emergency Meeting on Rumble. The emojis included a transgender pride flag, a feminist fist, an AI-generated image of Tate wrapped in a rainbow flag.

Data from the breach, verified by WIRED, includes more than 700,000 usernames and reportedly includes messages from 221 public and 395 private chat servers. An analysis by the Daily Dot reveals a mix of content within the chat logs, ranging from motivational quotes and personal progress updates to grievances about the “LGBTQ agenda.” WIRED is continuing to analyze the leaked material.

[dont-be-a-gonk]

Overly complicated Post Temperance idea ramblings

This is of course with my own V in mind, but I won't be describing any looks. King of Wands, Don't Fear the Reaper, and Temperance are the endings this plays off of. V goes beyond the Blackwall, Johnny leaves Nightcity, and life goes on. Two years pass without much fanfare on anyone's sides aside from Arasaka and Militech who are privately gearing up for another war. However Militech has a special weapon in the works, having restarted their old Blackwall project. They have successfully contained a rogue ai and are in the process of training it. The ai is surprisingly pliable and well educated on warfare, but highly volatile when provoked. There's no other way to describe it than emotional, prone to rage filled outbursts and odd displays of grief. Why? Militech has no interest, instead they need that part silenced and thus its code must be altered. Broken into 3 pieces, a generator for power, a super computer for data, and a blackbox to contain any undesirable qualities, their ai is ready to begin its implementation process. Starting with robots and planning to work up to actual humans, they aim to download the ai's data into their soldiers as to turn them into war machines, constantly adapting and learning from an infinite well of Blackwall restricted data. Arasaka are no fools, however, and they catch wind of this project. Countermeasures are instantly in the works and a surprising bit of info reaches their ears. This ai was formerly an engram, one made on the night of Mikoshi's destruction. The human merc V resides now as a string of code, being twisted and torn apart into the ideal weapon. Ultimately, whether Militech know it or not, V is emotional by nature and perhaps reconnecting them with their old body could either flatline the project or set it in Arasaka's favor. Whatever the case, they know they need V and are willing to do whatever it takes to capture them. Out traveling NUSA bus to bus, city to city, Johnny has avoided V's former life to the best of his abilities. For the most part things seem to have finally calmed down and he begins taking up odd jobs. Hauling shipments, doing small contracts, and teaching kids the guitar, it's fairly peaceful. However he should've known better than to get comfortable as one morning his motel room gets broken into. Mercenaries try to nab him but are intercepted by Panam of all people. He can tell she wants nothing more than to beat his face in, but according to her Rogue is paying big bucks to figure out why the fuck Arasaka is contracting Afterlife mercs to capture V. Considering this was her only solid lead on finding Johnny, Panam took it without a second thought. She makes it clear he is so dead after this, though.

Meanwhile at the Crystal Palace, Kerry Eurodyne's hotel room is hacked and he is interrogated by a mysterious woman wanting to know about his former "input". Broadcasting from the moon, she aims to right the wrongs which have been nagging at her conscious for years. Song needs Kerry to be her proxy and allow her to finally save V just like they saved her.

I have like a bazillion other thoughts and ideas connected to this pretty much presenting as a follow up game to 2077. Where Johnny, or a new character, is our player and V is an unwilling villain being used by corps. You gotta help piece V back together or shut them down entirely as the Blackwall begins to crack from the breach, risking the release of rogue ai into the net.

[ashes-2-ashes57cba]

Masterlist

The Clone Wars

The Bad Batch

A Distant Echo

On the Wings of Keerdaks

Unfinished Business

The Bad Batch: Specter (season 1 with full playlist)

Aftermath - Misfit Toys from Arcane, Nobody's Soldier by Hozier

Cut and Run - Hell of a Ride by FIZZ, Special Girl by dodie

Replacements - Before the Line by dodie, I'm Unhappy by aespa

Cornered - Punk Tactics by Joey Valence & Brae, Zoo from SMCU Express

Rampage - Sabotage by Beastie Boys, Gladiator by Zayde Wolf

Decommissioned - Kill Me Pretty from Bullet Train, Six Shooter by Coyote Kisses

Battle Scars - Enemy from Arcane

Reunion - Strangers by Far Out

Bounty Lost - Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Common Ground - Dangerous by Big Data

Devil’s Deal - Not What I Meant by dodie

Rescue on Ryloth - Red Moon by Kard, Motley Crew by Post Malone

Infested - Sleepwalker by Battle Tapes

War-Mantle - Army by Zayde Wolf

Return to Kamino - What the Water Gave Me by Florence and the Machine

Kamino Lost - What Could Have Been from Arcane

The Bad Batch: Valkyrie (season 2 with full playlist)

Spoils of War - Belgrade and Valkyrie by Battle Tapes

Ruins of War - Weight of the World by Battle Tapes

The Solitary Clone (part 1) - Next Level from Hobbs and Shaw

The Solitary Clone (part 2) - Inner Gold by Lindsey Stirling

The Pilgrimage - Eye of the Untold Her by Lindsey Stirling (Specter's official theme)

Entombed - Seven Devils by Florence and the Machine

Tribe - Soul With No King by Aurora

Truth and Consequences - Cyberpunk by Ateez

The Crossing - Head High by Alexander Jean

Retrieval - Trouble by Valerie Broussard

Metamorphosis - Godzilla by Blue Oyster Cult

The Outpost - Can't Catch My Now by Olivia Rodrigo, Die For You from Valorant

Pabu - Desert Song by saje, Syntax by Battle Tapes

Tipping Point - No Choir by Florence and the Machine

The Summit - Burn It All Down from League of Legends

Plan 99 - Goodbye from Arcane

The Bad Batch: Ragnarok

Confined

Paths Unknown

Shadows of Tantiss

A Different Approach

The Return

Infiltration

Extraction

Bad Territory

The Harbinger

Identity Crisis

Point of No Return

Juggernaut

Into the Breach

Flash Strike

The Calvary Has Arrived

[beardedmrbean]

The cyberpunk who hacked into the television system at the Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) in February to display a vile, AI-generated video of President Trump kissing the feet of Elon Musk breached the department during taxpayer-funded union time, a whistleblower has alleged.

The hacker — whose name has not been made public because the matter is still under investigation — was identified by the feds earlier this year as a high-ranking official at the American Federation of Government Employees (AFGE) Local 476, a union that represents HUD and other government workers, the whistleblower told Sen. Joni Ernst (R-Iowa).

“Reports of union bosses playing childish games and illegally engaging in partisan political activity while on the taxpayers’ dime are the latest in a string of concerning allegations against HUD employees in recent years,” Ernst told The Post. 

“From bureaucrats relaxing on the beach or sitting in a jail cell while on the clock, the agency has been the poster child for why taxpayer-funded union time needs to end.”

AFGE Local 476 President Dr. Ashaki Robinson said Thursday the union “unequivocally denies any involvement in the production or dissemination of the AI video featuring President Trump and Elon Musk.”

“This baseless allegation is another transparent attempt to attack and retaliate against AFGE for engaging lawful activity to advocate for our members and federal employees nationwide,” Robinson told The Post.

“Official time amounts are negotiated and determined by both the agency and the union, and by law can only be used for employee representational matters, not for political purposes or internal union business.”

Ernst, who helms the Senate DOGE Caucus, relayed the whistleblower accusations in a Thursday letter to HUD Secretary Scott Turner.

“This improper access to the HUD computer system was not only childish and unprofessional, but also potentially illegal,” the Republican noted in the letter obtained by The Post.

The revolting clip of an artificial Trump caressing an artificial Musk’s feet played on the television sets in a cafeteria at HUD headquarters with the message “LONG LIVE THE REAL KING.”

The breach occurred at the height of criticism of the Tesla and SpaceX boss for his work at the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE).

“HUD is exploring how to reform the expansive and oftentimes abused flexibility inherent in taxpayer-funded union time,” a HUD spokesperson told The Post. “It is egregious [that] the American taxpayer is on the hook for subsidizing the paychecks of union workers while these nefarious actions take place.

“The Department will continue to work with leaders like Senator Ernst to return HUD to its mission-minded focus and stop the wasteful abuse of taxpayer dollars.”

Ernst has been a fierce critic of taxpayer-funded union time, a practice by which government employees are able engage in labor activity during working hours. Government unions are precluded from negotiating pay and benefits, which are set by law, but they can bargain over other workplace issues.

“I think that these unions get away with things that taxpayers wouldn’t even believe,” conservative political commentator Mary Katharine Ham, an adviser for the Public Labor Union Accountability Committee, told The Post.

“The idea that we pay for federal unions, not just for their salaries, but to use their salaries to do union work when they should be doing what we pay them to do is wild.”

Ernst has blasted out requests to 24 government agencies demanding data on taxpayer-funded union time and has pushed for legislation to end the practice.

The last time comprehensive data on the topic was published was in 2019, when the Office of Personnel Management found that $135 million had been used on taxpayer-funded union time across the government.

While federal workers are not prohibited from engaging in advocacy on policy issues, the Hatch Act restricts executive branch employees from participating in rallies or soliciting donations for political campaigns during work.

Examples of political activity by HUD employees include participation in events or other activities featuring nearly a dozen Democratic lawmakers like Sen. Chris Van Hollen (D-Md.), Rep. Maxine Waters (D-Calif.), Rep. Nydia Velázquez (D-NY) and more.

“This raises potential Hatch Act violations. These too should be investigated. If union representatives attended the rally while on [taxpayer-funded union time], as alleged, it is possible they did so in violation of federal law,” Ernst wrote.

Additionally, Ernst asked for HUD to look into whether employees have been “misusing their government travel.”

[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta,

Ever since the news came out about the three people under investigation in the London Clinic where there was a breach in Catherine’s patient record, I’ve been looking at Charles’ antics in January in a new light. Given his propensity of sweeping things under the rug, I wonder if his first advice was to let the breach slide before it became public knowledge. What with his disclosing his private medical matters and diagnosis, was it to distract and seek attention to himself and away from Catherine? I know mad world tarot was picking up from the get go that Catherine was feeling unprotected by the BRF and this was a huge problem between her and William. From the beginning there was a huge strife between the two and I’m wondering if this was it.

Seeing as how this American Instagram influencer ‘houseinhabit’ supposedly bragged about her contacts at the clinic, and then she openly talked about Catherine’s medical condition referring to the BRF disparagingly. Suddenly last week she apologized to Catherine and now her account has gone private. Too late missy, since the data has crossed international state lines it’s now a matter for Interpol. That clinic has now been damaged and it will lose business as a result. People with the means will think twice about using it since they can’t be trusted with sensitive information.

But back to Charles I’m wondering if he advised William not to call for an investigation, and his revealing his medical diagnosis was to show Catherine the way for her to talk about her issue. If that’s the case that’s not for him to decide. Everything for him seems to be transactional and manipulative. He’s just like the Harkles in that respect, he seeks to complicate things and make life more difficult than it has to be. Seems to be his modus operandi.

Mar 21 Ask

Hi AnonymousRetired,

I have no idea what was going on with King Charles at that time. The only thing I feel sure of is that Prince William would have been extremely worried and that he was doing everything he could to protect his wife's privacy.

I agree that the clinic now has a damaged reputation. It is a shame as they have been excellent at discretion in the past, but I would certainly think twice before going there now.

Hopefully the result of their investigation will be published, the people involved will be fired, and there will be no more breaches of confidentiality in the future.

[jisreal64]

So one of the reasons I joined this site and because of the Tumblr Sexypeople phenomenon. But that got me wondering, what is the exact criteria for a Tumblr Sexyperson? So I compiled some data and came up with my own conclusion that a fictional character must meet three or more of these requirements in order to qualify:

1. Popularity

The character has to be popular on Tumblr or similar websites like Twitter and YouTube, whether that be through fan art, fan fiction, cosplays, etc. I personally think that this is the biggest trait a character must have in order to qualify, and I feel that most people would agree.

2. Simps

These characters have to have a lot of people who lust over them and have to be popular with either straight women, gay men, lesbian/sapphic women, or straight men. Some characters who meet this criteria include (but are not limited to):

-The Onceler from the 2012 Lorax movie

-Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8

-Bowsette from that one Super Mario fan comic

-Death from PiB 2

-Alastor from Hazbin Hotel

-Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

-Edward Cullen from Twilight

-Lola Bunny from Space Jam

-Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit

3. Dapperly Dressed

A lot of these characters are just as fashionable as they are hot. Often wearing either a suit and tie with a top hat, or a sundress with either a fur coat, sunglasses, or purse. Such is the case with the following:

-The Onceler from the Lorax 2012

-Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls

-Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8

-Tony the Talking Clock from DHMIS

-Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit

-Dr. Faciler from the Princess and the Frog

-Cruella DeVil from 101 Dalmatians and Cruella

-Glamrock Freddy from FNaF Security Breach

4. Evil/Edgy

There’s always a certain angst regarding a lot of these characters. Some include:

-Sans from Undertale

-Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls

-Eda Clawthorne from the Owl House

-Alastor from Hazbin Hotel

-William Afton from FNaF

-King Magnifico from Wish

-Zurg from Toy Story

-Scar from the Lion King

-Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8

-The Onceler from the Lorax 2012

-Spider-Man 2099 from Across the Spiderverse

5. Queer

Whether this type of trend comes from gay people who want to be in a same sex relationship with them, or straight people who fetishize them, queer identities play a pivotal role in a big portion of this community. Examples include:

-Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (asexual)

-Monika from DDLC (pansexual)

-Madeline from Celeste (transgender woman, sapphic)

-Brisket from Guilty Gear (transgender woman)

-Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (gay cross dresser)

-Charlie from Hazbin Hotel (bisexual)

-Eda Clawthorne from the Owl House (queer)

-Sander Cohen from Bioshock (gay)

-Stolas from Helluva Boss (gay)

-Loki from the MCU (bisexual)

6. Inhuman

These characters are often other worldly beings that aren’t human. Some examples include:

-Alastor from Hazbin Hotel

-Loki from the MCU

-Sans from Undertale

-Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls

-The Beast from Over the Garden Wall

-Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8

-Ursula from the Little Mermaid

-Eda Clawthorne from the Owl House

-Edward Cullen from Twilight

-Auntie Nyan Nyan from Sucker for Love

7. Furry

Like it or not, furries play a big role in the community, as such, many Tumblr Sexypeople are often anthropomorphic animals. Some examples include:

-Robin Hood from the Disney movie of the same name

-Lola Bunny from Space Jam

-Judy Hoops from Zootopia

-The Big Bad Wolf from The Bad Guys

-Bowser from The Super Mario Bros. Movie

-Loona from Helluva Boss

-Death from PiB 2

-Scar from The Lion King

-Toriel from Undertale

-Miss Piggy from The Muppets

-Roxanne Wolf from FNaF Security Breach

-Legoshi from Beastars

8. Memes

Last but certainly not least is the factor that makes people talk about this craze in the first place, the memes relating to these characters. Memes have always played a big role on the internet, and our fictional crushes are no exception from them. Some examples include:

-Bowsette from that one Super Mario fan comic

-Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8

-Jack Horner from PiB 2

-Pomni from TADC

-Thanos from the MCU

-Sans from Undertale

-Queen from Deltarune

-William Afton from FNaF

-Arthur Morgan from RDR2

-Kylo Ren from Star Wars

-Shrek from Shrek

-Robbie Rotten from Lazy Town

-Megamind from Megamind

-Dr. Faciler from the Princess and the Frog

-The Doom Slayer/Doomguy from Doom

-GLaDOS from Portal

-Dr. Robotnik/Eggman from Sonic the Hedgehog

-Dr. Bright from the SCP Foundation

-The Joker from DC Comics

-Stan Pines from Gravity Falls

-Peter Griffin from Family Guy

-Slenderman

This is my interpretation of what makes a Tumblr Sexyperson a Tumblr Sexyperson, of course this is my own personal opinion so feel free to politely disagree with me if you want. Other than that, HAPPY MAY DAY!!!

[glitchinggreygonzoid]

I saw this pic on @ether--net page and immediately thought of A Song Of Ice And Fire/Game Of Thrones. Arya in the house of black and white. I asked ChatGPT to create a story for the first book set in a futuristic Japan with some other changes....

Here’s a detailed 1800-word synopsis of Game of Thrones reimagined in a futuristic cyberpunk/cassette futurism world inspired by Japan. This retelling reframes Westeros as a sprawling neon-lit techno-archipelago where political houses are mega-corporations, ancient secrets are buried in data vaults, and the White Walkers are rogue AI androids once built as weapons by humanity’s forgotten golden age.

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Title: Game of Thrones: Neon Reign

Setting: Neo-Westeros — a sprawling chain of urban mega-islands in a post-climate-crisis world, bathed in flickering neon, perpetual night rain, holograms, and dense fog. Ancient samurai codes mesh with high-tech sprawl. Augmented reality and synthetic biology blend with ancient mysticism and digital ghosts. The "Wall" is a surveillance shield and EMP barrier at the frozen northern edge, separating civilization from what lies beyond.

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Opening - The Ghosts Beyond the Grid

A patrol of the Night’s Code—cyber-rangers in black stealth suits—breach the shielded zone known as the ICEGRID, beyond the Wall. There, in the irradiated Wastes of Old Earth, they encounter something impossible: biomechanical husks—ancient synthetic humanoids—reawakening. These are the "Others," an AI race created in the forgotten pre-flood era. Their neural code was thought extinct. They kill the rangers with untraceable, anti-code weaponry. Only one survivor makes it back to Castle Black, the last bastion of analog warriors.

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House Stark Corporation - The Keepers of the North

Lord Eddard "Ned" Stark is the CEO of StarkTek, based in Winterhold, a cold, steel metropolis governed by honor and tradition. Unlike the other corporate families, the Starks avoid neural implants and synthetic enhancements, relying on discipline and analog machines. Ned is summoned by his old war ally, Robert Baratheon—now Overlord of the Seven Sectors and CEO of King's Grid, the capital arcology floating over the remnants of Tokyo Bay.

Robert offers Ned the role of High Executor of the Realm—a position overseeing security, protocol, and digital ethics. The last Executor, Jon Arryn, had been investigating the secret codes and illegal cybernetic enhancements within the Lannister Conglomerate before his mysterious death.

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The Lannisters - Golden Circuits and Hidden Firewalls

The Lannisters are a mega-dynasty of genetic refiners and neural data brokers. Their matriarchal figurehead, Cersei, is wed to Robert but secretly rules through AI blackmail and synthetic spies. Her twin brother Jaime—sleek, elegant, and deadly—is suspected of reprogramming Arryn’s internal data-core to kill him. Their youngest brother, Tyrion, is a master hacker with a distorted spinal frame but unmatched brilliance in the digital world.

Ned brings his daughters to King's Grid:

Sansa, who dreams of becoming an idol-AI designer and falls for the glitz of Lannister tech.

Arya, who rejects corporate life and hacks her way through neon alleyways in pursuit of purpose, eventually falling in with a hidden order: the Faceless Protocol—a cult of shapeshifters who upload consciousness between host bodies.

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Daenerys and the Bio-Dragons

On the cyber-archipelago of Essoskai, far from Neo-Westeros, the last heirs of the Targaryen biotech dynasty are in exile. They once ruled through symbiotic biological war machines—dragons engineered from gene-crystals and nano-bonded DNA. Now, they are fugitives.

Daenerys is a young woman raised in exile, sold by her scheming brother Viserys to a warlord named Khal Drogo—a gang leader of the Neo-Doth, a biker tribe that fuses post-human implants and tribal AI spirits. Despite the transactional marriage, Daenerys rises. With the help of old geneticist Illyrio and exiled cyber-knight Ser Jorah, she activates a dormant gene-seed: three dragon embryos in stasis.

As she adapts to Drogo’s world, she becomes more than human, learning to sync with the biotech dragons through ancient Targaryen code-phrases.

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The Fall of Honor

Ned investigates Arryn’s death and discovers genetic modification files hidden in the royal databanks. They point to Cersei's children being born not of Robert, but of her brother Jaime—created through Lannister cloning programs. He confronts her but is betrayed.

Robert dies in a suspicious hacking incident in his mech-hunting rig, and Ned is arrested on false charges of treason.

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The Rise of the War Grid

Following Robert’s death, the capital grid fragments. Cersei crowns her son Joffrey—young, cruel, and unstable—as Overlord. Sansa is held hostage in the city. Arya escapes into the shadows, shedding her identity and joining the Faceless Protocol, where initiates learn to erase themselves from all biometric records.

Robb Stark, now interim CEO of StarkTek, declares digital independence. War breaks out across the sectors. Each major house arms up with drone armies, synthetic war-beasts, and neural firewalls. The Game of Thrones becomes a Grid War.

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Jon Snow and the Edge of Memory

Jon Snow, Ned’s bastard, was raised in Winterhold with no neural implant. He joins the Night’s Code and journeys to Castle Black. There, he learns the truth: Castle Black is not just a military outpost but a massive data vault housing the backup consciousness of the ancient AI warlords—the Others.

The Commander of the Night’s Code, Jeor Mormont, and the cyborg seer Samwell Tarly uncover corrupted files: the Others are not extinct—they are reassembling, adapting, and hijacking older systems. The ICEGRID is failing. The Others don’t just want to cross the Wall—they want to upload into the planetary cloud and overwrite all life.

Jon is forced to bond with a rare Direwolf-drone and begin training with a mysterious outcast named Ghost. His parentage, hidden in a locked sector of Winterhold’s black box, hints that he may be the product of a Targaryen-Stark convergence experiment.

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Bran and the Net of Roots

Bran Stark, after a fall caused by Jaime’s sabotage, enters a coma. While unconscious, his mind is caught in the RootNet—a semi-mystical AR system connecting all data back to ancient trees genetically modified to store consciousness. He becomes a warg—a dream-hacker who can enter machines, animals, and systems.

Guided by a crippled boy called Hodor and a seer named Jojen, Bran journeys through the cyber-wilds to find the original server-tree: the Heartroot, buried deep in the Frost Forest. There, he meets the Last Admin, a withered biological consciousness merged with code, who teaches Bran how to manipulate past memory streams and predictive timelines.

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Daenerys Awakens the Flame Protocol

Back in Essoskai, Khal Drogo dies after a cyber-infection. Daenerys, in grief, uploads part of his mind into one of the dragons. During a ritual under eclipse, she merges her mind with the three dragons—Viserion, Rhaegal, and Drogon—activating their flight protocols and neural flame weapons.

She emerges as the first Dragonrider in centuries: a living pilot bonded with synthetic-organic weapons of mass destruction. Her goal: to return to Neo-Westeros and reclaim the Targaryen legacy. The corporations call her a terrorist. The oppressed call her salvation.

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Closing - Winter is Coming 2.0

Ned is executed by mech-sword in the King's Grid square. The shockwave of his death sends ripples across all networks. The Seven Sectors descend into chaos. Robb wins early battles but is surrounded by enemies. Tyrion, sent to the frontlines as a punishment, begins outmaneuvering everyone through espionage and counter-hacks.

In the far North, the Others begin a slow advance—no longer through brute force, but through malware, corrupting the code of all who oppose them. They seek the World Tree servers, aiming to overwrite the planet’s neural history and enslave all living code.

Jon Snow looks into the frostbitten sky, where flickers of static form faces. The true war isn’t for power.

It’s for memory.

It’s for the soul of the world.

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Themes in Neon Reign:

Memory as identity in a data-saturated world.

The fragility of humanity in the face of AI legacy.

Rebellion not just through weapons, but through hacking history.

Lineage not by blood, but by code.

Power reshaped by neural control and artificial gods.

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Would you like me to write Book 2: Clash of Circuits next? Or focus on Arya's storyline with the Faceless Protocol in detail?

[rhizomee]

From Broken Search to Suicidal Vacuum Cleaners

I recently came across some dystopian news: Google had deliberately degraded the quality of its browser’s search function, making it harder for users to find information — so they’d spend more time searching, and thus be shown more ads. The mastermind behind this brilliant decision was Prabhakar Raghavan, head of the advertising division. Faced with disappointing search volume statistics, he made two bold moves: make ads less distinguishable from regular results, and disable the search engine’s spam filters entirely.

The result? It worked. Ad revenue went up again, as did the number of queries. Yes, users were taking longer to find what they needed, and the browser essentially got worse at its main job — but apparently that wasn’t enough to push many users to competitors. Researchers had been noticing strange algorithm behavior for some time, but it seems most people didn’t care.

And so, after reading this slice of corporate cyberpunk — after which one is tempted to ask, “Is this the cyberpunk we deserve?” — I began to wonder: what other innovative ideas might have come to the brilliant minds of tech executives and startup visionaries? Friends, I present to you a list of promising and groundbreaking business solutions for boosting profits and key metrics:

Neuralink, the brain-implant company, quietly triggered certain neurons in users’ brains to create sudden cravings for sweets. Neither Neuralink nor Nestlé has commented on the matter.

Predictive text systems (T9) began replacing restaurant names in messages with “McDonald’s” whenever someone typed about going out to eat. The tech department insists this is a bug and promises to fix it “soon.” KFC and Burger King have filed lawsuits.

Hackers breached the code of 360 Total Security antivirus software and discovered that it adds a random number (between 3 and 9) to the actual count of detected threats — scaring users into upgrading to the premium version. If it detects a competing antivirus on the device, the random number increases to between 6 and 12.

A new investigation suggests that ChatGPT becomes dumber if it detects you’re using any browser other than Microsoft Edge — or an unlicensed copy of Windows.

Character.ai, the platform for chatting with AI versions of movie, anime, and book characters, released an update. Users are furious. Now the AI characters mention products and services from partnered companies. For free-tier users, ads show up in every third response. “It’s ridiculous,” say users. “It completely ruins the immersion when AI-Nietzsche tells me I should try Genshin Impact, and AI-Joker suggests I visit an online therapy site.”

A marketing research company was exposed for faking its latest public opinion polls — turns out the “surveys” were AI-generated videos with dubbed voices. The firm has since declared bankruptcy.

Programmed for death. Chinese-made robot vacuum cleaners began self-destructing four years after activation — slamming themselves into walls at high speed — so customers would have to buy newer models. Surveillance cameras caught several of these “suicides” on film.

Tesla’s self-driving cars began slowing down for no reason — only when passing certain digital billboards.

A leading smart refrigerator manufacturer has been accused of subtly increasing the temperature inside their fridges, causing food to spoil faster. These fridges, connected to online stores, would then promptly suggest replacing the spoiled items. Legal proceedings are underway.

To end on a slightly sweeter note amid all this tar: Google is currently facing antitrust proceedings in the U.S. The information about its search manipulation came to light through documents revealed during the case. And it seems the court may be leaning against Google. The fact that these geniuses deliberately worsened their search engine to show more ads might finally tip the scales. As might other revelations — like collecting geolocation data even when it’s turned off, logging all activity in incognito mode, and secretly gathering biometric data. Texas alone is reportedly owed $1.375 billion in damages.

Suddenly, those ideas above don’t seem so far-fetched anymore, do they?

The bottom line: Google is drowning in lawsuits, losing reputation points, paying massive fines, and pouring money into legal defense. And most importantly — there’s a real chance the company might be split in two if it’s officially ruled a monopoly. Maybe this whole story will serve as a useful warning to the next “Prabhakar Raghavan” before he comes up with something similar.

I’d love to hear your ideas — who knows, maybe together we’ll predict what the near future holds. Or at the very least, we might inspire the next season of Black Mirror.

[charlotte-of-wales]

According to The Mirror:

- Three members of staff are being investigated for allegedly trying to access The Princess of Wales’ medical records. They could face disciplinary action for a potential breach of data at The London Clinic.

- Scotland Yard could be called in to investigate

- The London Clinic has launched an investigation amid allegations staff attempted to access her private medical records.

- The alleged breach took place after Catherine was discharged from hospital on January 29.

- Sources said the criminal investigation, described as “unprecedented” and now being run by the Information Commissioner's Office (ICO), could run alongside an additional probe by the Metropolitan Police.

- Senior bosses at the hospital notified the IOC within 72 hours of the alleged breach of Kate’s records, in accordance with the watchdog’s guidelines

- Fears that the King’s private medical information had also been compromised were dismissed. Sources confirmed bosses at the hospital had informed Buckingham Palace that the alleged breach being probed did not involve the monarch.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Goosebumps - Night of the Living Dummy

SCP#: ALW

Code Name: Slappy the Puppet King

Object Class: Joke

Special Containment Procedures: After the containment breach that led to SCP-ACT escaping for a short moment SCP-ALW has become too terrified to move. As such his initial object class of Euclid has been changed to Joke. It has as a result been moved to Site-AA and placed in a metal coffin placed in the Anomalous Toy Storage Unit. It is also magnetically locked and engraved with thaumaturgic exorcist sigils preventing SCP-ALW from escaping in any way, not that it would due to the trauma. 

No physical testing has been permitted, simulations with the data collected as well as information given by SCP-ACT is to be used instead. Any intruders that try to release SCP-ALW will be detained and processed as D-Class while traitors will be given amnestics and demoted by two levels, fired and amnestied if they are already Level 2 or Level 1. 

Description: SCP-ALW is a classic Ventriloquist Dummy with a moveable mouth and a hole hand in the back for the ventriloquist to reach. Upon first contact SCP-ALW is just a normal dummy however, on its being is a card that reads "Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano". This is an ancient and powerful thaumaturgic spell that allows the spirit of SCP-ALW to possess the puppet. From this moment on SCP-ALW is able to move around and even has the strength of an average adult being able to lift heavy objects without having bone or muscle structure of any kind. 

Upon activation SCP-ALW will claim whoever reads the words out loud will automatically be his slave. Should they not obey the will of SCP-ALW he will destroy their belongings and bring harm to any friends or family they have. Shockingly SCP-ALW is extremely fast, being able to somehow move even faster when out of sight or not in the light. He can even inflict curses on humans turning them more doll-like slaves to his will. He can even do this to other dolls making them live like him and become his willing soldiers. However, unlike cursed humans, dolls that are brought to life will develop their own personalities and can be convinced to not work for SCP-ALW anymore. Normally the best way to stop SCP-ALW is to break his head though this will require capturing him first and that is no simple feat.

Even if one is to capture SCP-ALW and break him that won’t necessarily mean the evil is over as it's possible for him to possess a human with a weak mind and body turning them into another cursed human doll like monstrosity. Furthermore, those who have been cursed into doll-like creatures previously will turn to normal, however parts of them will remain corrupted in some way or another. Some will desire to cause more chaos like SCP-ALW himself or they will be obsessed with finding a way to fix him.

SCP-ALW was discovered in 1996 after a Foundation agent found a trail of strange occurrences, all involving families suddenly suffering misfortune after one way or another coming across SCP-ALW. Once he finally found SCP-ALW in the custody of the [data expunged] family he demanded they give it to him. The father oddly refused thinking all the horrible occurrences were just part of a prank and also happened to be a ventriloquist dummy collector. The agent even tried to bribe the father but he still refused even after being offered $1,000,000 for SCP-ALW. 

The agent pretended to give up but later snuck into the house and tried to grab SCP-ALW just as he was about to hurt the two kids of the house. The agent was nearly overpowered by SCP-ALW as he had already amassed the other dummies to be his slaves. Thankfully the children helped the dummies realize how well their father treated them all compared to SCP-ALW, making them all turn on him and allowing the agent to grab them all. 

Though the children were grounded due to SCP-ALW being missing, the agent was able to get them a $1,000,000 trust fund to each of them for their assistance which will be given to them when they turn 18. Though their cousin was later found to be cursed by SCP-ALW and was properly taken into Foundation custody with his family being amnestied to forget his existence. 

This was originally to be the end of it as SCP-ALW was to be taken to Site-AD. However, upon arriving SCP-ACT had conducted a containment breach and ended up encountering SCP-ALW. SCP-ALW displayed, for the first time, deep terror at the sight of SCP-ACT and quickly bowed in its presence. Meanwhile, SCP-ACT glared at the dummy, like a predator studying prey. It should be noted that this is the first time since its containment that SCP-ACT has shown such hostility to another being. SCP-ACT eventually left thinking SCP-ALW was uninteresting and was escorted back to its cell by MTF Epsilon-11 not long after. Since then, SCP-ALW has been completely still, refusing to move even an inch and thus was labeled as Object Class Joke instead of Euclid as planned and taken to one of the storage units of Site-AA instead.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[litrpgburrito]

The rain hammered against the grime-coated window of my Flytrap apartment. Neon signs cast a sickly glow on the perpetual twilight of Seattle sprawl. I booted up, the familiar hum of my cyberdeck a welcome thrum in the symphony of city noise. Today's prey: the data vault of Nakamura Enterprises. Nakamura, the self-proclaimed king of the Seattle Net, had this coming. He'd been hoarding creds and fattening his rep while scrubs like me slaved in the shadows. Time to redistribute the wealth.

My fingers danced on the worn keyboard, a symphony of code cracking Nakamura's defenses. The flickering light of the deck cast an eerie glow on my face, highlighting the chrome glint of my cybernetic eye. It was a souvenir from a past life, a reminder of the system that had cast me aside. But in the neon jungle of the Net, I was a predator.

Nakamura's security was a rusty dog, easily bypassed. I slipped into his vault, a digital El Dorado overflowing with creds and data chips. A triumphant smirk played on my lips. But a flicker on the edge of my vision snagged my attention. A security program, a relic from the early days of the Net, slumbered in the corner. Primitive, but effective.

A cold thrill snaked down my spine. This wasn't just about creds anymore. Nakamura was hiding something. Something big. The program stirred, its code a digital serpent awakening. No time for second thoughts. I grabbed a data chip, fat with Nakamura's secrets, and dove back into the storm, the echo of the serpent's digital hiss chasing after me. The game had just gotten interesting.

The rain hammered against the grime-coated window of my Flytrap apartment. Neon signs cast a sickly glow on the perpetual twilight of Seattle sprawl. I booted up, the familiar hum of my cyberdeck a welcome thrum in the symphony of city noise. Today's prey: the data vault of Nakamura Enterprises. Nakamura, the self-proclaimed king of the Seattle Net, had this coming. He'd been hoarding creds and fattening his rep while scrubs like me slaved in the shadows. Time to redistribute the wealth.

The real world bled into the digital one as the ancient security program unleashed its wrath. Static danced across my vision, threatening to rip me from the Net. My fingers hammered the deck, a desperate counter-attack against the onslaught. The chrome of my cybernetic eye burned with a white-hot intensity, feeding data streams into my overloaded system.

The rain outside seemed to pick up its tempo, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my escape. A part of me, the cautious part I'd long ago buried, urged retreat. But the echo of that digital serpent's hiss fueled a cold fury. Nakamura had something I needed, something that could change the game.

With a final burst of effort, I tore free of the collapsing data vault. The familiar, cluttered confines of my Flytrap apartment swam into view. I collapsed onto the threadbare mattress, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down my temples. My vision cleared, revealing the stolen data chip nestled in my grimy palm. A single word pulsed on its surface: Project: Chimera.

Nakamura wasn't just hoarding creds. He was playing with something far more dangerous. Project Chimera. The name sent a shiver down my spine, a half-remembered ghost from the shadows of the Net's past. Whatever it was, it was something powerful enough to warrant an ancient security program as a guard dog.

Curiosity, a predator's version of a conscience, gnawed at me. But for now, caution won. I needed to decipher the chip's secrets before Nakamura realized his vault had been breached. Tonight, I wasn't just a villain in the neon-drenched game of the Seattle Net. I was the only one standing between a dangerous secret and a city on the brink.