#black market

[tentacion3099]

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[pointless-letters]

AMAZING: Hugh’s managed to contradict and argue with himself in one 25 word sentence.

[cherryrockpops]

Weapons Specialist

~ Nicolas B. Nomad, Techie

[modmad]

eyyyy bodbad so I've been wondering for a while I know how characters like thanos snap whenever you forget about them or lose their inspiration, but what if you remember that character and get the inspiration again? Does it come back? WHAT HAPPENS?!

that means they never left the market, they were always there, waiting for you! the characters who are absorbed by the sea are not truly 'destroyed' either, it just means that their essence has gone back into the great ocean of unconsciousness, so that it can re-emerge in different ways.

[miochimochi]

Late posting, was supposed to be last night, but whatever.

Since last showing off my pants (and vest) in a post I put up while shadowbanned I've added:

Cornflower GBNF (for my dad)

Folk's Not Dead (Kokopelli)

Black Flag

Not Broken anti-MGM (noticed it was on wrong when I finished one line, so I just kept going with it, whatever)

My band's logo (the copyright with a strike)

Daoist pin

Social Distortion pin

And on my vest I put Agorist Army using my bassist's army shirts (he left not long ago and we're using the clothes he got while in cause fuck the army)

[jt1674]

[palestinegenocide]

Gaza’s economy has been erased. Famine and black markets are all that remain.

Even in areas like Rafah, where the Israeli ground invasion has not reached, Gaza’s society has been decimated. Its economy no longer exists and basic goods can only be found on the black market where they cost ten times their prewar price.

This is heartbreaking, we're failing them. Keep talking about Palestine

[Link to article]

[mj-iza-writer]

Triggers: Drugging. Abuse. Voyeurism. Black Market.

What if Whumper ran a dark web only fans, and Whumpee has to endure whatever Whumper's fans pay for.

"Hello everyone, I'm here live with Whumpee", Whumper slams their hands down on Whumpee's shoulder causing a muffled groan from a gagged and muzzled Whumpee.

"The same rules apply, five dollars to elongate their suffering by five minutes. Ten dollars to elongate the torture for thirty minutes. You can pick what their punishment is for thirty dollars", Whumper walked around to the camera, "rules are simple, I won't kill them, so don't bother asking, they are how I get paid."

Whumper smiled, "as requested Whumpee has not had anything to eat or drink since our last live show a few days ago. I will be removing that request for this one, as they will need to eat and drink something after this. They've been a bit cranky lately so I will have to feed them."

"My account is open, Whumpee is very excited to see what happens", Whumper turned to Whumpee, "aren't you?"

Whumpee pulled against the ropes tying them down to the chair.

"That's the spirit", Whumper turned and watched their account filling with money, "we have some eager fans today."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper picked up a whip.

"I'm just going to whip them until we get a request", Whumper turned to Whumpee and began the assault.

Whumpee fell forward shakingly when Whumper stopped to check the request.

"That's dam near a hundred dollars in fives and tens. Looks like we'll be here for a while", Whumper smiled into the camera, "I also see two request, and your money has been deposited."

Whumper grabbed a bottle of water and took a big drink, "first request is to give Whumpee salt water", Whumper began pouring salt into the bottle, "this is going to suck for them, they are so dehydrated from not getting water, they'll drink this right up, but the salt will suck away any water they may have."

Whumper shook the bottle as they removed the muzzle and gag.

"Drink it", Whumper shoved the bottle into Whumpee's mouth and tipped it. Whumpee started to choke as the water dumped into their mouth, but the flood didn't relent.

"The second request came from the same person, and they asked to also pour some of the salt water into Whumpee's face", Whumper yanked the bottle out of Whumpee's mouth and dumped the rest onto Whumpee's face.

Whumpee screamed as they clenched their eyes closed. They instinctively tried to lift their hands to wipe their face, but they were limited by the ropes.

As they continued to scream, Whumper replaced the gag into Whumpee's mouth.

"Those muffled cries are so sweet", Whumper walked to the camera, then eyed the account, "just a reminder I do limit these to five hour sessions, if my math is correct we are over three hours. My account will freeze when it is maxed, and it will not allow any more five dollar or ten dollar payments."

Whumpee slumped forward as tears streamed down their face. Their eyes and throat burnt from the excessive salt. Their tongue felt like it was swiveling up.

"Hmm, I like this request", Whumpee heard Whumper laugh, "do your favorite punishment to Whumpee."

Whumpee gulped.

Whumper grabbed a pair of pliers and approached Whumpee.

"My favorite punishment is to pull off fingernails. They scratched me once. After that I decided it was easier just to remove the nails instead of wasting time cutting and filing them", Whumper started to pull the nails off one by one as Whumpee screamed louder and louder.

Whumpee's throat was raw by the end, their fingers were numb as blood dripped from the tips.

Whumper walked over to the monitor, "hmm, hey Whumpee, you'll hate this, but I just received a thirty dollars request to remove your toenails. Are you ready?"

Whumpee frantically shook their head no. They pleadingly looked at Whumper as they knelt down and untied one of Whumpee's feet.

"Pwease", Whumpee begged, "pwease nuh."

Whumpee's breathing was shallow once Whumper was done. Their head bobbed as their vision began to blur.

Whumper looked sadly at the camera as their session would be ending soon.

"So we are at our final few minutes of this live session, and I have one last request that popped up. I am turning off the payments now. You all maxed me out almost instantly and got us to five hours, I'm sure Whumpee was grateful", Whumper chuckled as they looked back at Whumpee.

Whumpee's head hung back, and their breathing was struggled.

"I absolutely appreciate everyone's support on my live feed shows. It is a huge blessing", Whumper stood, "now for the last punishment to be inflicted; find my biggest hammer and take out one of Whumpee's knee caps."

Whumpee's head shot up and they looked worriedly at Whumper.

"Oh that got their attention", Whumper chuckled as they approached Whumpee threatingly, "I need to go get my hammer, be entertaining for them until I return."

Whumpee looked at the camera pleadingly then lowered their head.

Whumper came back with the hammer.

Whumpee looked up pleadingly.

"We have to do it, I've already been paid", Whumper chuckled, then raised the hammer, "it's only one knee, not like you need it."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as the hammer came down.

They groaned as the hammer repeatedly hit down onto their knee.

Whumper stopped and went to the camera, "thankyou again to everyone who joined our live and all of the support. We will be back next week for another live video with Whumpee. That should give them plenty of time to recover."

Whumper turned to look at Whumpee, then backed to the camera.

"Maybe", Whumper laughed, "signing out."

Whumper untied Whumpee and dragged them back to their cell.

"Please, please", Whumpee cried out as they were lowered to the floor.

"Okay, shh. You did such a good job today", Whumper shackled Whumpee to a long chain welded into the wall, "do you want your reward?"

Whumpee wiped away some tears with their arms, leaving a trail of blood along their cheeks.

They looked at Whumper and shakingly nodded.

"Very well, let's get some food and water in you, and I'll drug you up", Whumper laughed.

Whumper helped Whumpee eat and drink.

"Yep that salt water was a harsh one", Whumper filled another cup of water and offered it to Whumpee, "get another cup in you before you become higher than a kite."

Whumpee frowned and watched Whumper move around the room, preparing the drug.

"Okay here we go", Whumper sat down and finished rolling their maraujana special, "fresh from my garden."

Whumper took a few puffs before holding it up for Whumpee.

"That's the stuff", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee started to lose consciousness after a few minutes. One final puff pushed them over the edge. They no longer felt anything. A line of drool spilled from their mouth as they fell asleep.

Whumper sat back against the wall to finish out the joint.

"Light weight", Whumper sighed.

"Get some rest, Whumpee", Whumper blew one more puff at Whumpee's face before pushing them to the floor.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109

[dailyadventureprompts]

Adventure: The Lost Marbles

“While some may be born into wild magic or have it thrust upon them by otherworldly forces, beware most of all your fellow students, for we know full well the danger of magic yet choose to trifle with it still”

- Archmage Urathil, instructing his class

“Yeah no shit teach, wizards going to wizard”

- Ember Quinsworth, problem student

Hooks:

An explosion stirs the party from their lazy morning at the inn, drawing them out onto the street just as a hail of rubble and wild shrapnel begins to fall upon the district. The tower that had for so long loomed above the neighborhood ( and acted as a landmark by which the party found their way through the unfamiliar town) has erupted into a cloud of cotton candy colored smoke and far-flying debris, leaving those not forced to run for cover to wonder just what the hell kind of experiment just went wrong up there.  Just as they’re in the midst of helping civilians, the party realizes that some of the embers streaking form the tower like wayward fireworks are infact self-willed, and the small blazes they start migrate to consume new kindling growing in size all the while.

Over the next few days the rumormill will be working overtime, spreading stories of not only who or what might’ve caused the explosion, but of the strange things over the tower’s for or so hour eruption. Folks say that they saw imps and greater fiends flying off through the smoke, the street preachers insist it was an act of divine wrath ( though fail to agree on a source) and pretty much everyone agrees this never would have happened under the old wizard, who was a respectful, civic minded sort of dame, even if she did have a fondness for skeletons.

The local markets have likewise begun to fill up with magical jetsam, most of it unidentified and a good portion certainly fake, their owners looking to offload their ill gotten gain before the officials sweep through in a confiscation spree. Speaking of ill gotten gain, while out at the market the party are introduced to a local fence by the name of Dexell Wheeler and his gaggle of adopted urchin children/pick pockets. He’s got a scheme to make it big, but he’s going to need the party’s help in securing a bit of start up capital in the form of salvage directly form the recently exploded tower.

While the city watch has established a perimeter, the party could easily slip past it with the help of Dexell’s pickpockets, allowing them to line their haversacks and investigate the source of the blast at the same time. That is, provided they don’t mind braving structural instability, rogue arcane defenses and whatever chaotic elementals were generated by that alchemical blast still roaming the halls.

Setup: Otor the Inordinate was never the most exemplary wizard. Sure he had the hat, and the beard, and the crazed look in his eye that said he’d turn you in to a toad just to watch you hop, but that was just his problem. He wasn’t just an archetypal wizard, he was an unoriginal one, a poser, too concerned with affecting the aesthetic of a soothsayer to actually go and develop enough eccentricities to actually be one. While his bag if tricks might’ve been a greatest hits collection of mages that’d been dead for well over a century, what Oltor did have going for him was getting things to blow up in big, flashy ways, the sort of flashy that impresses know nothing nobles who want a wizard to entertain at parties and lay waste to their enemies upon the battlefield. Otor did both with aplom, earning himself a cushy tower and a generous stipend which he spent researching more ways to cover up for his lack of talent and originality.

Though many of his experiments failed, the real problems began when Otor began working with a local fence who he’d started paying to smuggle him components that others might have thought dangerous or profane. This fence (You’ve guessed it, Dexell) happened to know a group of shifty characters who’d recently come into possession of a number of arcane tomes, including the notes of a brilliant transmuter who was working on a process of literally crystalizing thoughts. Otor thought he was very clever when he created a rock garden that would do his thinking for him, right up until he discovered the ideas grown from a half baked destruction mage would not only be unsound but violently unstable.  

Further Adventures:

If you want more of an intro for the adventure, consider having one of the party’s first quests be for one of Dexell’s agents, sent out into the wilderness to gather some components only to have her hired muscle thrashed when the creature they were supposed to be hunting proved a little too dangerous. When the party report in to collect their reward, she’ll insist that they make the delivery to the fence themselves and save her the trip back into town, giving you a perfect reason to have the party traveling out of the starting area and towards a major center of the campaign.

What Otor failed to understand about the spell he was ripping off is that the crystals he was growing didn’t just come out of nowhere:  like all good ideas they built themselves from existing thoughts and concepts, in this case literally transmuting the figments of the fail-wizard’s ostentatious imaginings into a physical form and allowing them to affect both matter and ideas when the crystal shattered. Being so close to a metaphysical explosion literally blew Otor to bits, with different fragments of his personality and memory torn from his incinerated body and unleashed upon the world in the form of mephits. A few will linger around the tower, but one will fly to the home of Otor’s noble patron looking to entertain and pester him for money, while others will fly off to places the now dead wizard had strong mental attachments to. If left unchecked, these mephits will evolve into dangerous crystalline horrors, requiring the party to hunt them down in future adventures.

The chain reaction caused by the explosion of unpredictable magic actually created a few stable idea crystals, fragments of the upper rooms of Otor’s tower reduced to marble sized chunks of idea frozen moments before their destruction. Some of the local kids found these glittering treasures among the wreckage, and have included them in their games.  Winning these marbles will give the party a chance to loot the best stocked portions of the tower at their leisure, provided they realize that a dispel magic effect will cause the marble to fade and the trapped portion of room to materialize.

Otor’s patron will not be happy to have watched his years of investments go up in a cotton candy colored smoke and fireworks show and will be moving fast to claim everything he can that the wizard once owned. The party stands to make a powerful enemy if they’re caught with this conjuror’s contraband, but might be able to spin this into an opportunity later on down the line. Some weeks to months later, word will reach them that the noble is looking for a new court wizard, which could earn one of the party members a prestigious position should their skills prove up to muster. They WILL have to find their own tower though.

[geneticallymodifiedshitposts]

i just donated my kidney. it was a noble act. i saved a life. i also made some money. i sold it on the black market. i also stole it from someone else.

[ancientorigins]

Some of the most infamous pirate tales that fascinate us were set in ports that served as a hub for the black market and as secret strongholds.

[sweetnxthingz-yandere]

The perfect pet

CW: kiddnaping, non-con touching, light tourture, master/servant roles, fem reader, human trafficing, mindbreak.

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It seemed it was only a few days ago you were snatched away from your simple lifestyle, your friends and family. Kiddnapped and involuntarily sold on the black market, to being bought and compeled to be a servant to the large daunting man who sat behind you, working silently. 

You felt his warm breath cascade across your neck at every exhale he made, sending shivers down your spine. one of his large hands gripped the soft, bare skin of your upper thigh, massaging lightly. He had you perched upon his thigh, “sitting prettily to warm his lap”, as he said. His office was silent aside from the fireplace crackling and the sound of his fountain pen scratching across paper.  

“Master?” You questioned softly.

His sharp eyes darted to meet yours, a permanent scowl adorned his visage as his eyes traveled over your face. He spoke in a hushed tone. 

“Yes, my pet~”

You felt your stomach flutter at the tone, squirming lightly ontop of his lap. You heard the sound of his pen stop and he pressed his chest closer against your back.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

His now unoccupied hand slowly made its way to your waist. Fingers brushing over your chest, the tight maid dress he insisted you wore, pushing your breast up. Exposing your cleavage for his predatory, roaming eyes. Taking note of your hesitation he placed a ringed finger in your chin, tapping your lips with the rough pad of his thumb.

“Speak.”

“A-Are you sure you want me to sit on you lap this long? I don’t want you to be uncomfotable master.” You stated hesitantly. 

Pulling your body closer to his chest his warm breath right on the side of your face. Soft lips grazed over your ear as he spoke huskily. “Pet, if i didnt want you here you wouldve been gone a long time ago”.

Pulling away he laid back on his chair as you sat and pondered his words. looking behind, you met his gaze as you lightly inquired.

“do...you mean...?”

His eyes narowed when he spoke, “ Yes. Things or people who do not please me don’t last long. But you are special, thats why I bought you. I know you won’t disappoint me.” while he spoke he turned you in his lap to face him. Large hands finding purchase on the supple skin of your ass. 

Those simple words snapped you back to a hard reality you forgtten about. Youve been with this man for what, weeks?...Months? In that time you have forgotten how much of a dangerous man he is.

You remember how Harshly he broke you in when you first arrived to his sucluded residence. 

The countless escape attempts, endless times fighting aganist everything he forced you to do, days without food or water to break you down, hours of crying in the dark basement where he tied you up.

But...

After the horrid tourture ended he comforted you, held you while you cried and begged him to let you out the cold basement, treated your wounds after your attemps for freedom failed once again, putting ice on brusies he created when he savagely grabbed you. 

Finally he broke you, and here you sat obedently at his every beck and call.       

   The perfect pet

You felt your eyes water at the sudden recollection. Your stomach dropped as you comprehended the false sense of hope he lured you into. Tears fell down your face as you abbrubtly hugged his form, face buried in his neck. You felt a hand pat your hair as another rubbed your back consoling you. He always loved comforting you when you got like this.

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Marijuana was the big topic at the Capitol on Thursday, with a hearing on two bills that would legalize recreational use and sales in Nebraska.

LB 22, by Sen. Justin Wayne of Omaha, would decriminalize use and possession of the drug.

LB 634, by Sen. Terrell McKinney of Omaha would allow for the sale of cannabis to anyone over 21.

“The federal government continues to cling on, as it does today, to a policy that has origins in racism, xenophobia, and whose principal effect has been to ruin the lives of many generations of people,” McKinney said.

LB 634 would also focus on helping people of color and low-income individuals, who McKinney said are disproportionately targeted for possession of marijuana by law enforcement.

Some testifiers said Nebraskans have wanted these bills for years.

“The polls show consistently, the people of the state want cannabis legal in some form,” said Spike Eickholt with the American Civil Liberties Union of Nebraska. “You may not like the forms of these bills, but ultimately, what might happen is that the voters are just going to approve something you really don’t like, and then you’re going to be stuck with it.”

One concern brought up by the opposition was how the black market contributes to marijuana sales.

“The black market is alive and well in states that have legal marijuana and in states that have illegal marijuana,” said Col. John Bolduc, the superintendent of the Nebraska State Patrol. “I believe one of the testifiers suggested that it’s easy to access and it’s affordable. That’s true.”

Bolduc said if the bills are passed, the black market would undercut legitimate businesses.

Lorelle Mueting of Heartland Family Service said legalization would put the safety of everyone in the state at risk.

“When people use it more, we will inevitably see more impairment problems that affect more than just the person using,” Mueting said. “Marijuana is a psychoactive substance, which means it causes a high, and when under the influence of THC, a person does not have the ability to make good decisions.”

Under the legislation, the drug would be taxed, which supporters said could bring millions in revenue to the state.

“Prohibitionists must understand that prohibition isn’t working, hasn’t worked and never will work,” Jerry Moler said.

The Judiciary Committee only heard testimony on the bills, but it could vote on them as early as next week.

[renegadesstuff]

They're are the absolute cutest 🥹🫠