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[odinsblog]

Elon’s breeding kink (aka, white nationalism + eugenics) is now federal policy

And next we’ll start hearing about the “sanctity of marriage”—from Donald Trump and Elon Musk, who together (at last count) have 17 children with six different women.

[sound-bombing]

Cities Aviv - The Crashing Sound of How It Goes (D.O.T., 2021) Genre: Experimental Hip Hop, Abstract Hip Hop Artwork: Drew Ryan Bandcamp

[tiredassmage]

what kind of accursed 'gift' allows you to stand where others fell?

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इसमें डिसोडियम ऑक्टोबोरेट टेट्रा हाइड्रेट हे जो वाटर सॉल्युबल बोरान (बी) होता है और इसका उपयोग जड़ विकास, फलों के विकास, कार्बोहाइड्रेट मेटाबॉलिसएम् और प्रोटीन संश्लेषण के लिए किया जाता है, यह मिट्टी, फसल में बोरॉन की कमी को कम करता है जिससे उपज बढ़ती है।

[gastronominho]

Está acontecendo a 6ª edição do Bourbon Month da Woodford Reserve

Marca de whiskey reúne guests bartender especiais e drinks autorais em 13 bares da capital paulista

Marca de whiskey reúne guests bartender especiais e drinks autorais em 13 bares da capital paulista Celebrado nos Estados Unidos no mês de setembro, desde 2007, o Mês do Bourbon, ou National Bourbon Heritage Month, chegou ao Brasil em 2019, pela Woodford Reserve. No dia 19 de setembro (às 20h), Woodford Reserve chega ao Castelo Oculto, novo speakeasy recém inaugurado em SP. A noite será…

[chaosmicjelly]

@muses-inn

At Quark's statement, bright blue eyes wandered across the bar. They then focused on the other again. A brief nod. "Yes, for the moment it indeed seems to be safe." And the robot seemed more relaxed now. It didn't last long. "A Slug-o-Cola? No, this beverage is not―"

"I'll have one, yes!" A rather high-pitched and loud voice ordered from behind D.O.T. It belonged to a small lavender figure, dressed in a shabby poncho. Said figure gave the hovering machine with one of the long head-tentacles a couple of rough pats as she interrupted it.

[🧈] Quark huffs, clearly in a disgruntled mood. Of course it was a lie, and of course he has Latinum on him. He always has. But he doesn't trust strange robots scanning him unprompted for whatever reasons. Could be very well a rival's invention and he'd find himself robbed one hour later. And it might throw a bad light on him and his bar if someone does 'security scans'.

"Well, congratulations then for finding out the obvious. My bar IS a safe space, obviously." Again, a bit of an overstatement. There have been guests that were drunk and ready to throw down at his bar before. But it is, admittedly, not something that happens often.

Gathering his bearings, Quark is going back to what he does best. Being all about business.

"So, are you going to order something? A Slug-o-Cola, perhaps~?"

@chaosmicjelly

[scrumptiousfanbasement]

I GOT TO SEE THE ACTUAL BARN BURNER AND D.O.T 3!!

Aaaaaaaahhhhh 😭🥺💞

[seanmorroww]

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Be Somewhere Twice [D.O.T., 2025]

[quicktosimp]

Phasmophilia

A/N: Here we go Day 6!!! There's only one day left of Survive the Night!!! So here I decided to do something a little different, this is actually a crossover of Avatar and Phasmophobia, I hope you all enjoy it 💓

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up Characters, Kidnapping, Hunting, Phasmophillia, NonCon, Major Character Death, Humiliation

Jake sat around one of the large communal fires, the new generation sitting around with him. They had all become adults years ago. Many of them had mates and their own children who were sitting on their laps. Neteyam had his own five children running around. Tuk’s youngest daughter was sitting on her Grandfather’s lap, enjoying the small bits of food Jake would cut up for her.

Spider sat with them. He had always enjoyed the old ghost stories that Jake had told. Hearing the scary stories told by humans back on Earth was one of the few things that Spider enjoyed about human culture.

“-and there I was at Sunny Medows, an abandoned mental institution. The foyer was dark; the power hadn’t been turned on. Which wasn’t unusual; many ghosts hated the light, thriving in the darkness,” Jake paused momentarily when the toddler in his lap whined for more food.

Biting off another piece of meat, Jake used his fingers to feed it to his youngest grandchild before continuing, “It was a small team, only myself and one other; going there with only a team of two was idiocy, but we were young 19-year-olds and eager to prove ourselves. We received the map and saw that the breaker was near the entrance. The lights made it a bit easier to navigate, but that didn’t make it any safer for us.” 

Jake looked off to the side as if checking his 6; the first thing we noticed while walking around was the temperature. Even without the power, the building was pretty warm; none of the rooms had even the slightest temperature decrease on the upper levels. There was nothing on EMF, and we were surprised; even as we checked around the alter someone had made, covered in blood, the candles already lit despite no one being there, but we found nothing. Cursing at our luck, we headed back to the van; I noticed that my partner was looking around; he turned to me and asked if I heard that. I was confused. I hadn’t heard anything; we both shrugged it off and made our way to the van, changing out our gear.”

Ao’nung and his pregnant mate joined us, curious about the story.

“The basement was treacherous, with little escape rooms, so we went in prepared; I had a writing book, a camera situation on a tripod, and a D.O.T. S. Projector; my partner went in with a UV light, a Spirit Box, and an EMF reader just in case,” Jake looked deep into the fire seemingly mourning.

Tonowari and Ronal joined the group, their third child now on the brink of adulthood and another little one with them.

Jake nodded in greeting before continuing, “Maybe if I had checked our sanity, maybe if I had grabbed the parabolic microphone, maybe if I had listened to his concerns, he’d still be here, but I-we didn’t. We went back into the building, cocky that we’d find the bastard and get out. We were arrogant and stupid and charged into the basement, not caring that the halls were narrow, leaving scarce room for escape.”

Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Spider all tensed; spatial awareness is something that Jake drilled into them harshly; even the mentions of this place were making them overly aware of their surroundings.

“My partner brought out the Spirit Box and started to ask it questions, for it to open the door, to flip a light switch, what their name was, how they died, and he kept repeating those questions over and over again. Until finally, a door slammed nearby.”

They may not have been used to or even seen the standard doors from Earth, but they imagined that they could hear the bang as the door hit the wall.

Jake shook his head, “It didn’t take us long to find the door. My partner quickly brought out the UV light, and there it was, a bright glowing handprint. We were so excited, our first piece of evidence right in our faces. It was right then that we found some EMF, only level 2, but it was something.” Jake released a long sigh.

“Confidant we had found the room, I opened the door and looked around; it was nothing more than an overturned room like all the others. So I placed the D.O.T.S., making sure it overlooked the whole room and set up the camera on the tripod. I was so fucking giddy, I tossed the writing book into the ground in the middle of the room,” Jake huffed out a bitter laugh, “And that’s when it went to hell.”

Neytiri’s ears folded back as she placed a hand on her mate's shoulder.

Spider looks at them oddly; this was just a ghost story, right? Jake’s just using himself to help sell the story… there’s no such thing as human ghosts.

“That’s when I heard it, it was soft and gentle, women singing. The lights weren’t flickering, but we knew the ghost was close. There were a couple of tables that had been turned over, so we hid behind them. I remember cursing myself for not having the camera in my hand, wanting to see if I could get a decent sighting. I didn’t even notice my partner's face. The humming got louder, but I didn’t see anything. Finally, it stopped; I laughed, thinking we had duped it. Until I turned to my partner, only to see his face as white as the walls once were. His eyes filled with fear as he pointed to the spot right in front of us. It was right there, and I was laughing, thinking we were fine. I rolled my eyes, thinking he was being over dramatic; I slapped him on the shoulder before standing up and heading back to the room. It wasn’t cold enough to even warrant bringing in a thermometer, and the book had been chucked to the other side of the room.” 

The group leaned closer, intrigued with the new information.

“I was ecstatic with the information; I took out my journal and crossed off ghostwriting and freezing temps. With the previous information, I knew there were only four types of ghosts left. I looked at my partner, telling him to leave the EMF reader on the floor and to try again with the spirit box, so he did; no matter how much he talked, it wouldn’t respond. Frustrated, we decided to return to the bus; the moment we left the room, the lights shut off, leaving us in darkness, and the singing returned. And this time, it was hunting us.” Jake’s eyes glazed over as he spoke the next part.

“The halls were so narrow we could barely run side by side, and with the debris all over the floor, it was a mess, I couldn’t see shit. It didn’t take long for me to trip over something. I landed flat on my face; some of the broken glass embedded itself into my face and arm, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I could feel my blood dripping out of my wounds and onto the floor, but I could see it; I could see her. Blinking as it came towards me, her singing became louder and louder until she was right in front of me. She chilled the air around her, and I waited; I waited for death, but it never came. She moved right past me; I wasn’t her target. I felt a moment of relief before,” Jake choked, “Before he started screaming.”

Gasps and soft curses filled the area as they understood what happened.

“My partner begged me to help him, but I couldn’t find him; it was too dark. I shakily crawled, trying to get to my feet, the glass entering my skin as I pushed myself up. And that’s when I heard it, a choked-off rasp, and then nothing. I was too late; I knew he was dead. There was nothing else I could do but haul my ass out of there. I stumbled out, bleeding, as I made my way to the bus. Honestly, I don’t know if I was crying or not, just that my partner was dead and that I was next. And to make things worse, I found out what it was that killed my partner on the bus. I watched the cameras; I was first greeted by his face, stark and pale, fear etched into his face… The floating orb was easy to spot in the dark room. That left two ghost types, and I had a feeling I knew which one. Then there it was, her silhouette in the D.O.T.S., a banshee, a fucking banshee.” Jake's sudden anger surprised the group.

All along, the bitch had been following us, scaring my partner, dwindling his sanity down to nothing; she targeted him the whole time. But I didn’t fucking listen, and now he’s dead. I logged the ghost type in and left.”

Jake slowly looked everyone in the eye, ensuring he had their attention, “Human ghosts have not yet been spotted on Pandora, but that doesn’t mean they won't be here. Too many humans have died painful deaths; we will see them sooner or later.” 

The Metkayina looked horrified, wondering how the vrrtep could still cause such damage even in death. 

That was until Lo’ak busted out laughing, “Good try; I have to say these ghost stories get better every time,” Lo’ak said, standing up, his mates and kids following him. 

Neteyam chuckled as he followed his brother, and soon, the group dispersed. Looking back, Neytiri was still there comforting Jake as he stared deep into the fire. But no one noticed, not even Spider.

They all made their way to their respective marui, besides Spider, who lives further out in one of the metal husks that allows oxygen to flow. He hates the damn thing, but hey, he can breathe.

Spider continued into the small forestry area on the island where his shack rests, his shoulders tense after hearing Jake’s ghost story and just how seriously he took it. He also didn’t laugh at the end like he usually does.

Spider was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of singing softly and filled with mourning; he spun around, looking every which way, trying to find the source. 

“Come on, guys, this isn’t funny,” He laughed slightly.

But the humming only got louder.

Spider looked around, bedding over, trying to see them through the thicket, “Kiri? Is that you? Come on, this is ridiculous,” He laughed, shaking his head, “Lo’ak, I swear if you put your kids up to this, your ass is mine the next time we spar.”

He shook his head as he turned around, and his scream broke off when he was face to face with a transparent human woman.

The next thing Spider knew, he was in a dark shack; the wood had crumbled long ago, and the glass windows had shattered. He stood shakily to his feet, wondering where he was; this shack didn’t look like anything he had seen on the island. 

A thump sounded nearby, “Hello? Is someone there?” Spider asked concernedly before his self-preservation instincts kicked in, and he was behind a table. 

“Yes,” A soft voice whispered. 

Spider looked around, seeing nothing; he was alone in the room. He stood up, walking around the room, the old floorboards creaking underneath him, “Are you in the room?” He asked again, fear clouding his vision; something wasn’t right.

“Here,” The same voice whispered. 

Spider hopped over some of the broken furniture, still seeing nothing, not even a speaker for the voice to have come from.

He huffed out irritably but not daring to do anything more to antagonize his captor; he had learned something since the last time he was kidnapped all those years ago.

Crouching down for better leverage, he asks calmly, “Well then, where are you?”

Something was behind him, and he couldn’t get away “Behind,” Spider turned around to see the same transparent woman from before.

The shock of seeing her knocked him off balance; he landed on his ass as he tried to back away because Jake was right! Jake tried to tell them the truth, and they had all laughed it off! And now Spider would pay the price. 

Tears pricked at Spider’s eyes; it was already too close, there was no escape. Yet it didn’t seem to be aggressive, simply returning to its humming while following him; her grotesque smile sent a wave of nausea through him as he continued to back away. 

The shack was small; it didn’t take long for Spider to be backed into a corner. She seemed pleased by this, now that she was able to close in on her target.

“Please stop! Why are you doing this?” Spider begs as her hands wrap around his face.

She gently wipes the tears off his face, “Alone,” her soft voice says before crashing their lips together.

Her hums were soft and happy as she kissed Spider. The same could not be said for him; Spider screwed his eyes shut as her cold lips met his; they were chapped and tasted like blood; slowly, her hands traveled downward, feeling his muscular shoulders and biceps. She smiled appreciatively as she felt Spider’s body before pulling away.

Spider opened his eyes hesitantly, trying to look away from where her hands rested on his chest. She giggled slightly before forcing him to stand. 

“Hey! What’s that for?” He blurted out, unable to hold back his mouth.

Thankfully for him, she didn’t take offense, “Fun,” She responded, letting her hands travel even lower. 

Spider’s eyes widened as he backed away, hitting the wall, “No, no, no, we’re not doing this.”

She narrowed her eyes before making a wailing like sound. She charged at him, her body pinning him there as she ripped off his tewng, making sure there were no salvageable pieces. 

“NO!” Spider screamed, pushing her off.

His chest felt tight as the tears returned, using one of his hands to cover himself. 

She wailed again before stalking off, “Mine!” Was the last thing she said before disappearing. 

With her gone, Spider ran, not caring about his nudity; he just needed to get out. Jake was right humans were becoming ghosts on Pandora, and they were fucking insane!

The trees and brush moved past Spider with ease as he continued to run. He didn’t stop, never tiring as he ran for hours, the adrenaline keeping him going. 

The sun had begun to rise when he finally heard it: Kiri’s voice!

“Kiri! Are you there? Where are you?” He yelled, trying to pinpoint her location. 

Kiri’s voice mixed with others, along with the sounds of sniffles.

“Guys, what’s wrong? I need your help! Jake was right! The ghost grabbed me, and I think it’s going to come back!” Spider shouted as he made his way towards the noise, yet no one answered him.

Lo’ak’s head finally came into view.

Spider began to get angry, forgetting that he was nude. He stormed up to Lo’ak, “What the fuck, bro! I need your help, and you can’t even-” He stopped himself as he saw Lo’ak’s face; it was swollen and covered in tears.

Looking around, everyone had a similar expression.

Spider deflated as he realized what happened, his heart pounding out of his chest, “Who did it kill? I know it must have taken someone.”

But again, there was no answer.

Hesitantly, Spider walked forward to the circle of people, trying to peek in and see the body.

Spider’s voice caught in his throat as he looked down.

Tonowari spoke up, “I have never seen a death like this, Sully; what could have caused this?”

Jake looked heartbroken as he looked down at the body; its face had the same look as his partner who died long ago, “I’ve seen this before; I’ll grab the tools from my marui. It won't attack again until eclipse.” He muttered blandly, his voice void of emotion.

“No, no, no, it’s not true, I’m- I’m, I’m not,” Spider choked out, only to feel two arms wrapped around his waist.

She smiled against his bare back, “Mine,” She cooed happily.

Spider couldn’t respond as he stared at his own body. Limp on the ground, his expression filled with nothing but fear.

Because Jake Sully was right. Human ghosts came to Pandora, and Spider was the first victim.

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[valyrra]

NAURETH // MK OC kombat set // a bit mixed between 11/12 games

Reference sheet:

Fighting style: Mid range. Summoner, decay sorcerer, necromancer, swordsman

Special abilities:

Ability 1: Tombstone. Invoking curses she summons a sword-wielding skeleton that appears from beneath the ground and attacks the enemy 1 time.

Ability 2. Pestilence. With her free hand she casts a ray of decay magic to the signed direction, D.O.T. Improved vers: summons a bigger ray, which makes more damage

Ability 3. Knight's pact. summons 3 ghost swords of the dead warriors which fly to the signed direction. Improved vers: summons 6 swords.

Ability 4. Plaguebringer. Calls for Moz, four legged demon that pounces on the enemy from behind.

Close range style: wide, aggressive, reckless, strong attacks. Really reminds me of Kylo Ren's fighting style.

Defence: Naureth holds the blade of the sword with her other hand and defends herself with it.

OST Music:

Vígundr - Loddfáfnir

Announcer:

"The Necromancer"

"Naureth"

Johnny Cage Announcer Nicknames:

"Crazy cat-lady"

"Commander edge"

"Can I pet that dog?" LOL

End of round taunts:

"Anther addition to the army."

*swirls her sword* "Weak."

*raises the sword* "This is almost entertaining!"

*chuckles* "You can do better."

X-Ray:

Harbringer: With a wide swing, Naureth's sword hits her opponent's shoulder, slicing it down to his chest, then with her free hand she places a hand on her opponent's head, green magic penetrating through her fingers into the opponent's eyes and nostrils, shattering his skull.

Fatality:

EPIDEMIC: Naureth casts a curse on her opponent and afflicts him with a blight. His limbs begin to decay. When there is only a skeleton left, Naureth subdues it as well and forces it to kneel.

Fatal blow:

EXECUTIONER: Summons arms of skeletons that fly at the opponent. If they hit, fatal blow starts. After kameo, Naureth curses the ground beneath the opponent, and skeletons begin to appear from it and grab his legs. Then 4 ghostly swords fly into him, cutting off his limbs. After the opponent falls, Naureth finally chops off his head with the sword.

Brutality:

Naureth whistles, behind her slowly walks Moz, who jumps on her opponent and eats his face. UwU

Friendship:

Naureth sighs, upset, then looks down, surprised to feel Moz nuzzle against her legs. She chuckles, sits down on the ground and hugs the demon as he licks her face.

p.s. I hope it's not too edgy anyways sorry for typos and be minded that I might add some things in the future, this is like wip inspiration for the sheet, as always: @scentedcandleibex @theelderhazelnut love yah

[why-to-not-copy-your-dad]

What do you think of water? (Haha get it bc... drip... i'll shut up now...)

Shlawg... -D.O.T

[daisywalletchains]

Man I sure hope the city D.O.T. has good work comp benefits because what I just saw on my way back to the office from lunch is just a huge fucking disaster waiting to happen.

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Excerpt from this New York Times story:

The Department of Transportation delivered a blow to big transportation projects in the two most populous blue states last week when it moved to revoke its approval of New York City’s congestion pricing program and announced a review of California’s high speed rail project the next day.

The D.O.T.’s moves arrive amid the Trump administration’s sweeping campaign to freeze billions in climate funding, cut the federal work force and slash regulations. The agency has also begun the process of rolling back standards requiring automakers to make cars and trucks more fuel efficient.

These and other actions have set off alarm bells among transit advocates and rank-and-file transportation planners, who worry the D.O.T. will meddle in long-planned state and local construction projects and redirect funding from cities to suburbs.

High speed trains in California and the congestion pricing program in New York would have clear climate benefits. The $9 toll on cars entering Manhattan, the first project of its kind in the U.S., will fund public transportation improvements and is expected to cut traffic emissions in the tolling zone. California’s rail line would offer solar-powered transportation to millions of people traveling between San Francisco and Los Angeles annually by 2030.

Both projects have faced serious political opposition. The D.O.T.’s movement on California’s train funding came one week after Republican lawmakers in the state sent a letter to President Trump expressing support for a federal investigation.

And congestion pricing, which rolled out in New York early this year after Democratic Gov. Kathy Hochul delayed the start date, has detractors on both sides of the aisle.

The D.O.T. and the White House did not immediately respond to requests for comment.