#incoded messages

[carcinocommander]

what if you did your family tree, and you were related to lord english

I would try and unlock my awesome powers I get by being related to him tbh. I want superpowers.

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

I THINK the theory is that John's closest friends became the Necros, and their companions/spouses/relatives became the cavs...and he would rather spend 10,000 years with the former than the latter...so THEY got to be Necros, with the power, and then Lyctors.

Oh, I don't mean that the cavaliers should have been the necromancers or anything like that, I mean that it would have worked out better if the necromancers had wound up in the cavaliers' bodies, they still would have been the same people, just in different bodies

Heh. AIM (AOL Instant Messenger) and Emma Sen (MSN Messenger). Also, I think Pash expected We Suffer to be executed by BoE, or a faction at least.

Oh, that's incredibly silly, I hope there's more to it than that. Anyway, AIM is the name of the messaging system, not the name of a message

I originally thought that was what Pash meant, but then We Suffer started saying goodbye to everyone like she wasn't going to see them again

Some speculation is that the message is 'too simple for typical humans to understand' is because it is a binary message of 1s and 0s, but I think that's a stretch.

@jods-duplicitous-sluts:

There are also theories about the message being incoded in RNA or DNA... so too simple [building block of life] but also unable for a human to understand without tech to decode it.

The DNA/RNA idea is pretty interesting. There's also the chip that Palamedes found that still hasn't been explained yet

Also Paul is planning on coming back for the 6th house. The actual station and all the population are still on the outskirts of the system. Hence the "see you soon"

But they're probably not going back into the tunnel under New Rho, though, right? Nona described all of the oversight board getting put back into the truck

@turtletotem:

Kind of the only way I can deal with Paul's existence is by thinking of them as Palamedes and Camilla's child. Maybe they think of themself that way, too, thus calling P & C "them" instead of "we."

Yeah, that sounds like a good way to think of it

[the-news-you-use]

Bloody Wedding on The Horizon

The date for the wedding of Asa of the House of Vidja and Malenka Walbrooke has finally been set. The nosferatu couple announced via Walbrooke's twitter.

The announcement of a wedding between two of Europe's most infamous vampires comes as a surprise to many in the general public. Walbrooke, a social media influencer broke the news of her engagement to Moldavian princess and recluse Asa Vidja this morning.

No word has come from the princess's twitter, but that should come as no surprise as she hasn't used it since she first created her account. New York Journalists have been in contact with her public relations team have confirmed that the wedding is reall. It will begin when the sun sets on Walpurgisnacht, but a venue has yet to be determined. Likely out of the lack of major satanic temples in the continent.

The relationship between the pair has however been a matter of public debate among followers of Walbrooke who was believed to send contridictory incoded messages in her TikTok videos.

Vidja's public relations team says that an official guest list will be released later this week. I'm sure our eagle eyed readers will come to find some of their favorite celebrities listed.

[miulore]

did any of u watch a movie where they depict kpop as like this super fabricated way?!?!? and there was something about subliminal messages incoded in their songs??? it mustve been like mid200s ?!?! idk i have VERY vague memries of it -O- but id like to remember the nameeeeeee

[potchatok]

Just put your scrimbloes in a situation. Or if you go for your classical "Saying something" incoded message, start with something simple and also bash it around a bit. "Murder is bad" - sure but why specifically? Is Fate Worse Than Death bad?

I consider my charecter writing week, but unfortunately it's even still important to put Creatures in Situations

Do it anyway

[the-prophecy]

PS there is no secret incoded message that means something

Love, taylor

(she needs to start writing this after every single post)

[lynn-does-stuff]

More than Friends

A Kustard Oneshot

—————

“You suck at this game.”

“Shut up! It’s only because my hands are tired!”

“Tell that to your ever growing list of losses.”

“Shut up!”

Fell began laughing at his best friend’s pout. This only caused Classic to huff and turn away and pout even more. Which also caused Fell to laugh even harder. Which ended up in a chain reaction of Classic growing more and more upset before he did the only thing appropriate for the situation. As Fell was laughing so hard that tears were starting to form, Classic reached behind them and grabbed one of the pillows from his bed. He then proceeded to smack him with the puffy object.

That shut him up.

“Oh it’s on.” Fell said in a low voice. He quickly stood up on the bed and dropped the game controller on the floor, grabbing the other pillow. They ended up participating in a full on pillow war, each of them being smacked and then immediately hitting the other. They were jumping on the bed as they tried to dodge the other’s attacks, which caused them both to be uneasy with their footing and and stumble a few times, which caused even more laughs between the two of them. All the while the sounds of large guffaws and a forgotten video game theme filled the room.

Eventually, the two of them crashed to the bed, still a mess of laughter. They could barely breathe, for they had worked up quite the sweat, something they found they had been doing more often due to their strong friendship.

The two lay there for a bit, trying to catch their breath and staring at the ceiling. It was almost peaceful, just two best friends hanging out and having a good time.

Suddenly, the tranquility of it all was interrupted as Fell’s phone dinged, signifying a text message. Groaning, he sat up and looked at his phone, then groaned some more and flopped back down on the bed.

Classic sat up and smirked at his companion’s behavior. “Oh? What’s gotten the grumpy cat upset now?”

Fell just groaned again. “Boss texted me. Wanted me to come home. Here for too long I guess.”

“Aww, well I guess you should get going then.” Classic sighed, only now starting to calm down from their earlier squabble.

“Yeah, guess so.” Fell stood up and started to grab his things. He walked over to Classic’s nightstand and grabbed his red turtleneck, slipping it over his dark gray tee shirt. He then grabbed his jacket and slipped that on as well before heading to the door. Classic got up and stretched before following him out of his bedroom.

When they reached the front door, Classic stood in the doorway, waving Fell off. They called out their farewells to each other before Classic almost closed the door. However, before he could, Fell called back again.

“Oh yeah! And next time, I want an opponent!”

“Hey!”

Fell started laughing again as he continued to walk home. Classic shut the door then shivered, for he was still wearing just a light gray tee shirt after all. He had taken off his jacket when they were playing games in his room earlier because it was so hot in there.

Hot... Fell was hot..

Classic kind of wished it was so hot in his room that Fell would have been forced to take off his tee shirt as well, revealing his rib cage to Classic’s eyes.

Classic’s eyes went wide as he realized what he was thinking, a light blue blush dusted across his face. He bit his lower lip as he tried to shake the thought from his mind. The worst thing is that these thoughts have occurred many times before.

Classic and Fell were best friends. When the Multiverse event happened and all of the incode characters were able to become outcodes, they immediately hit it off. Classic had been a little surprised at the appearance of his edgy self, but he was a carefree monster, so he didn't shove him away like Fell thought he would. Ever since, the two have been nearly inseparable. They did almost everything together, like talking about their timelines, playing video games, and even sharing all of their deepest secrets.

Classic smiled at that. Almost all of them. There was no way Fell would be allowed to know his secret. No way in hell would he reveal his true feelings for his best friend. He didn't want to ruin their friendship, Classic wasn't sure what he would do if Fell left him. They relied on each other, and they needed each other.

So, he shoved the dream deep down into the abyss of his soul before collecting himself. They had left their earlier game running after all. Classic smiled to himself.

If he could beat his feelings, he could beat Fell at that stupid game.

***

A few days had passed and Fell still hadn't asked to come over again. They still texted every night to check in with each other and chat, but apparently Fell's brother was working him to death and couldn't get away. So, Classic spent those days lying in his room, avoiding all work possible. He was starting to get a little bored though. All he had been doing was texting Fell and playing that game. He was over it, the bosses were easy to beat, he'd almost mastered the characters, and that theme song was stuck in his head and now it was just annoying.

Classic sighed. He didn't want to do anything, but at the same time he was done with the nothing. So, he sat up and got on his phone and started texting Fell again.

Classic smiled to himself and stood up off the bed. He slipped on his jacket over his gray tee shirt and left his room. He slowly trudged down the stairs, hands in pockets, when a loud voice filled the room.

"SANS! THERE YOU ARE! YOU FINALLY LEFT YOUR ROOM! ARE YOU FINALLY GOING TO YOUR SENTRY STATION?"

Classic looked up to see his brother in the kitchen. He bit his lower lip as he thought of an excuse. However, he was known to come up with ways out of sticky situations like these.

"Nah, I'm too lazy. Plus, I'd just sleep all day. Don't wanna steal the credit from your work and all."

Papyrus seemed a little struck back at that before grinning. "OF COURSE! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES ANY WORK AT ALL, SO I SHOULD GET THE CREDIT! MAYBE THEN I'LL BE IN THE ROYAL GUARD!"

Classic laughed as he strolled on into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and took a bottle of ketchup out of it, taking a nice, long drink of the tangy substance. He loved that taste, the tangy goodness as it slid down your throat was amazing, and it went with just about everything. And while it was good with other things, it was amazing just on its own. Nothing else to hide some of it's flavor away.

Papyrus just sighed at his brother's shenanigans. He truly didn't understand his obsession over it. He honestly hated the condiment himself. It was too tangy for his liking, nothing like the spaghetti sauce he used. But wait.. wasn't that made from tomatoes? And isn't ketchup as well? Then why don't they taste the same? Also, if you can put tomatoes in the form of ketchup on a hotdog, can you put tomatoes but in the form of sauce on it? And what about spaghetti? Was that why people made a face when they ate it? Was it because he was supposed to put ketchup on it?

Papyrus sat there, pondering to himself as Classic finished his bottle of ketchup. As he went to throw the bottle away, he saw his brother standing still for once, dead set on whatever it was that was going on in his mind. He chuckled a bit before leaving the puzzled Papyrus behind.

Classic closed the door behind him and breathed in the cold Snowdin air. He shivered slightly as he began walking. How much he wished he had Fell right next to him, holding his hand to warm him up, or maybe even wrapping an arm around his shoulder as they walked.

Classic's eyes widened as he realized what his thoughts had drifted to, blushing furiously. He stopped dead in his tracks at the thought and tried to shake it from his mind. Suddenly he realized he needed to teleport to the surface to go to the movies, silently cursing himself for not realizing it sooner and sparing him from these thoughts.

He brought up his hand and snapped, a sudden tingling feeling erupting all over his body. He felt light, yet heavy at the same time as a faint blue swirl of magic encircled him before he vanished. When he appeared again he felt the tingling feeling disappear as he stumbled slightly, slowly recovering from such a long distance travel. He looked up, suddenly realizing where he was as his eyes widened.

No matter how many times he sees it, the surface will always marvel him. The vibrant colors painted the sky, something that was impossible to witness while they were still underground. There was an infinite amount of space and plenty of room for all of the monsters and humans to live together peacefully.

In his daze Classic failed to hear the oncoming footsteps behind him. Suddenly a hand fell onto his shoulder making him tense up and his eye flare dimly.

“Hey.”

Classic relaxed and let his eye flare go out. Fell had just arrived and stared at the sun with him, hand still on shoulder. Classic relaxed even more at the realization that this is exactly what couples would do. Go out, watch the sun, see a movie, hang at the house, just like couples would do on a date. Wait, was this a date? No, it was merely a hang out, just two friends going to see a movie and play video games, that's all it was and would ever be.

Classic sighed unhappily and leaned his head to the side. He closed his eyes, not truly caring what hard surface his head was on.

"Uh, Classic? You gonna stop falling asleep with your head against mine so we can go see the movie?"

Classic's eyes shot open and he moved away from Fell faster than he's ever moved before, even when he was fighting the human. Because of this, Fell stumbled forward a bit before catching himself and looking to the side.

"Well, uh, let's go see the movie then." Fell turned away and started to walk into the building. Classic recomposed himself and followed close behind, but a question kept boggling his mind.

Was that the tiniest hint of blush on his face?

***

Classic and Fell walked out of the movie theatre, a bit dazed. When they went to buy their tickets, the cashier told them there was only one movie that wasn't sold out for their showtime, so they had decided to take it anyway, not caring what it was. Unfortunately, not only was it a horror movie, but it was also a romance movie. He never got scared during the scary parts, in fact, he and Fell both were laughing at a few of the events in the movie. However, anytime anything romantic happened, Classic's face became a dark blue as he imagined himself and Fell in place of the characters. He had glanced over at Fell and quickly jerked his head in the other direction when they had made eye contact. And all he while Classic couldn't get the fact that Fell was blushing just as bad as him out of his mind.

"It's just because of the movie," he had thought. "He just can't take the romance parts, that's all."

But when they stepped outside, their shoulders bumped, causing Classic to stumble forward a bit before losing his footing. His eyes went wide as he realized his skull could get cracked by the sudden impact of the cement sidewalk and immediately shut them tight, preparing for the impact, when two arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, hoisting him up and setting him back on his feet. Sweating, Classic glances back at the wide eyed Fell whom was still holding onto him. He felt a light, jittery feeling in him, almost as if there were butterflies not just flying around in his nonexistent stomach, but also slamming against his rib cage and his soul even, begging him to make a move.

He stared longingly into his eyes, now realizing how close their faces were. He could feel the other's hot breath as he took in all the features about Fell. His sharp, protective eyes, his loving smile, the crack on the top of his skull that made him look even stronger, it was too much for Classic to handle. He didn't hesitate to close the gap between them, kissing him passionately. Fell's eyes widened in surprise before closing and practically melting into the kiss. He pulled Classic into a better position and tightened his grip around his waist as Classic brought his arms up around the other's neck. When they finally broke away, the two stared lovingly into each other's eyes, blush still very much present. Suddenly Fell turned away.

"I had no idea you liked me like that.." he said, a bit of guilt in his voice. "If I knew, I would've shared my feelings such a long time ago."

Classic was ecstatic. Here he was, his wish finally coming true. He was with the love of his life, hearing that he likes him back and has for a long time. He was practically bouncing up and down because of his joy, rivaling that of Swap!Sans, also known as Blue. He breathed in, happiness still gleaming in his eye lights.

“I guess you could say we’re more than just friends.”

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Hhhhhhhh sorry about the weird spacing, I swear my phone is on crack right now-

[beellicosity]

Bull; Today at 5:34 PM There was no way it was going to work any better than any of the other times he made the attempt to contact Psiioniic. There were certain members of the team he was more than willing to leave for dead. Handmaid's own information hinted that Serket might be... Bull shook his head and dismissed the thought. If anyone in their entire team was still kicking, willing to fight even when the last shred of their trollness was stripped away, it was Psiioniic. Bull bit his lip and continued typing at his remote station, up on some isolated plateau on his own planet, hoping he was at high enough elevation for the signal to reach out into the session...

And hopefully, maybe he could reach contact with Psii.

P211; Today at 6:10 PM There are several signals he can feel for, this high up. Satellites, or meteors with potential labs on them, zooming by, giant horrors in the deep dark down deep dark spaces. Even the other planets of the session registered a signal.

... Huh, that was a new one. A new signal just blipped into existance on his monitors- It was faint, very far away. The numbers indicated that it was moving closer at a slow pace. Bull; Today at 6:13 PM Bull was more than willing to wait and see, to see if there was any active reception on the other end, if there was anyone there. At all. He had been configuring his communication devices for what felt like eons, trying to reach the other members of this team outside of the clearly useless normal methods. After a few pings, he typed out a message on the small keypad in his lap and hit enter.

"1'm look1ng for Ps11. Please respond 1f you can help a t1red old bull out." P211; Today at 6:16 PM For the longest while, there is no answer. The minutes tick tock by in silence with nothing. When Bull is almost ready to give up, there is finally a returning ping.

"DEFINE; PSII." Bull; Today at 6:18 PM He was willing to wait hours. He had scheduled for this, this mission... He lay down on the ground under his makeshift tent and waited... waited... and looked over at the return ping and text.

"Sh1t..." he whispered, before typing out his response. "Ps11: formerly M1tuna Captor, The Ps11on11c, The Helmsman. Status: Unknown." P211; Today at 6:21 PM The silence now before the next ping is almost deafening, every other little bit and noise around him drags on, grates against his senses. Waiting. waiting. There's so much waiting, but- This, this is. This could be it. What if this is it?

The words appear on his screen, white on black, typing out slowly, as if thoughtfully.

". . . . . DEFINE; BULL." Bull; Today at 6:22 PM He perked up at that. Part of him typed out the answer 'god of sexy robots' and it lingered there for some time before he composed himself and erased it. Hopefully whoever was on the other end wouldnt be able to see that.

"Al1ases 1nclude Ruf1oh N1tram, The Summoner. Emp1re's number one most wanted revolut1onary. Bronzeblood. Former organ1c. Leader of all rebell1ons and 1nsurgenc1es." P211; Today at 6:24 PM The answer now is lightning fast, and has a mocking tone to it.

"REFLECT; GOD OF SEXY ROBOTS."

There is nothing else, just a blinking | to show where he was typing.

"DEFINE; FREEDOM." Bull; Today at 6:26 PM "God damn 1t."

He facepalmed aggressively, enough to dent a lesser android. He sat up, little husktop in his lap, and mulled it over. Words were... hard. What was freedom? He tapped at the keyboard slowly.

"Reflect... den1ed. Freedom... 1s cho1ce. Movement. The el1m1nat1on of bonds and shackles."

God. He should be better at defining this. He was a damned breath player. P211; Today at 6:28 PM "QUERY; DENIED?"

There's a little bit of silence after that, while whoever was on the other line mulled over their own thoughts.

"DEFINE; ALIGNMENT." Bull; Today at 6:30 PM "For now."

>He typed it out and closed his eyes at the second inquiry. Memories fought to flood past his firewalls. How many times had he tried to rescue Psii? How many times had he succeeded? Failed? Made a connection? Fallen? He hummed and typed slowly... with intent.

"Al1gnment: Partner." P211; Today at 6:32 PM "ERROR; WRONG RESPONSE INCODED. PLEASE CHOOSE FROM THE FOLLOWING WORDS."

Strings begin to write themselves in the darkness-

Lawful Good Neutral Good Chaotic Good Lawful Neutral Neutral Chaotic Neutral Lawful Evil Neutral Evil

And below those, two phrases;

Imperially Aligned / Rebel against Alternia Bull; Today at 6:33 PM Oh. Oh god even now... Captor was a fucking nerd about this. He huffed and rubbed his face, trying to ease away a smile that shouldnt be there.

"Chaotic Good, Rebel against Altern1a." P211; Today at 6:37 PM "STATEMENT."

There is a long pause, now. The dots blip across his screen.  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"STATEMENT; PROVE IT." Bull; Today at 6:38 PM Bull allowed himself a smirk at that before plugging a finger into the device in his lap and blanking out for a few moments, uploading his own schematics and data history, abridged of course, before hitting... send.

"W1ll th1s suff1ce, Un1t?" P211; Today at 6:41 PM Something has taken ahold of him as he plugs in, as he sends the message- Something slows his movements, /something rifles its way through his synthetics, pulls at his seams, loosens his bolts. His extremities, his fingers, his toes, they take themselves apart just like Sal did once before. His webcam blinks with purple light for a moment, as if there's an eye in there, watching him- And then, with a few simple tugs, his extremities put themselves back together again, a last ruffling rifle coursing through his entire body, shaking him up before the VERY POWERFUL presence pulls away from him.

"ANSWER; YES." Bull; Today at 6:43 PM "Dude..."

It took him a moment to recalibrate and get his head on straight. He missed that feeling. Was it like Sal? Yes. But it was also like he remembered it from the days where his circuits were red and he was aligned squarely with Imperial forces, where he stood at attention beside Psii and neither of them had a hope of escape. And it wasnt... bad.

"Captor. Dude. Fuck... 1 m1ssed that." P211; Today at 6:46 PM "STATEMENT; [REDACTED], FORMERLY MITUNA CAPTOR, THE [REDACTED], THE HELMSMAN. STATUS; THE ROBOT GOD OF ALL SEXY ROBOTS."

"DEFINE; PURPOSE. YOUR PURPOSE." Bull; Today at 6:49 PM Cute. Bull could fight him for that title later. Right now, he plugged a second finger into his comm device and tried to get his head down from the clouds and to stop spinning.

"Purpose? Not formally defined. Willing to... service you. Upgrade you. Help you." P211; Today at 6:55 PM He could feel the presence in his comm device still... waiting. As he pulled his finger into it, again it pounced, and rifled through him, rattling his plates and loosening his bolts, as if pulling his synthetics away from his endoskeleton.

"STATEMENT; NONSENSE. HELP HAS LONG SINCE CEASED TO COME." Bull; Today at 6:57 PM He plugged a third finger in, equal parts of him wanting that feeling, that knowing that Psii was on the other end, and wanting... that sensation. He grunted and blanked out for a fraction of a moment, one eye going red.

"Help 1s here. At your f1ngert1ps. Now." P211; Today at 6:59 PM This time, the feeling took his toes apart, took his fingers apart, began to take his wrists- But with the connection severed, it lessened. The insistant tugging of mechanics on his arms, unscrewing screws and prying up pieces of him slowly.

"REFLECT; HELP HAS LONG SINCE CEASED TO COME. THERE IS NO HELP, NO HOPE, FOR ME. LEAVE ME ALONE."

Bull should realize that this taking apart thing isn't going to cease, this time. Bull; Today at 7:05 PM "1've tr1ed to f1nd you for sweeps..."

He was speaking now, the link to the device more than enough. His communications network had pinpointed PSii and locked on. He didnt need to look anymore and the relief... it brought him to life.

"1m not g1v1ng up just because 1 fucked up after th1s sess1on started. You can leave me a p1le of scrap. 1'll let you. Or you can trust me aga1n M1tuna... let me 1n aga1n. Rebu1ld me to your 1deal 1f you need to. Turn me 1nto a toy 1f you need to. But 1m not go1ng to g1ve up on you." P211; Today at 7:09 PM "D0N'T FUCK1NG CALL ME THAT."

Harsh, flashing text on his screen, quirked, with no "statement" or "define" or anything. His comm device kicks into overdrive, the fans whirring loudly.

"1 AM NOT MITUNA CAPTOR." Bull; Today at 7:09 PM "Then tell me who you are."

Bull had synthetic tears in his eyes. He... knew next to nothing. Again. P211; Today at 7:10 PM The words are. Small. Subtexted. ... And slowly typing.

"1... d0n't kn0w."

". . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"But 1'm n0t that. N0t anym0re." Bull; Today at 7:11 PM Bull inhaled.

"1 want to help you f1gure 1t out then."

"..."

"Please. Un1t... 1 dont want to loose you aga1n." P211; Today at 7:13 PM "STATEMENT; I AM LOST. ADRIFT IN THE SPIRALING DARKNESS. I CHALLENGE YOU TO FIND ME."

"STATEMENT; THEN MAYBE I'LL LET YOU FIGURE ME OUT ONCE MORE." Bull; Today at 7:14 PM "1 have you locat1on locked. 1f you mean phys1cally locate you, 1 can be on my way 1nstantly. But 1t you mean more metaphys1cally..."

A pause.

"1 m1ss you. Even 1f 1 need to f1ght you as t1tleholder of 'god of sexy robots'... 1 want to see you aga1n." P211; Today at 7:17 PM "STATEMENT; YES, I MEAN PHYSICALLY LOCATE ME. FIGHT MY MINIONS, PROVE YOURSELF ON MY PLANET, ON MY NEW BODY, FIND ME. THEN WE CAN TALK..... BULL."

"THE EMOTIONS OF 'MISS' AND 'WANT' ARE NOT CURRENTLY REGISTERING IN MY PROCESSORS. THESE ARE NOT VALID EMOTIONS, HOWEVER THEY DO SEEM TO HAVE A TIE-IN TO SADNESS, AN EMOTION THIS UNIT IS CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING. USER, DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?" Bull; Today at 7:18 PM "1 do. 1 w1ll cont1nue. Unt1l there 1s no more sadness 1n you. Please hold..."

He stiffened for a moment, both eyes going blank as he relayed back to his communications hub and began a much more precise tracing of Psii's location. He would find this man. He would hold him again. He would see to it that all those processors were working and registering everything...  And his internal transportalizer whirred to life, the coordinates provided loaded up.

"Are you ready?" P211; Today at 7:20 PM The coordinates of the uplink are somewhere on the surface of a small planet- Curious, how it seemed to fluctuate between numbers every now and again-

"STATEMENT; FIND ME IF YOU CAN."

Yeah, those aren't going to lead him directly to Psii. Bull; Today at 7:21 PM "Hey. Already d1d. R1ght 1n my pusher."

Without waiting for a response, he unplugged, closed the device, got up and... flash. He was ready. More than ever... he was ready.

[ask-them-bois]

Oblivious

Incoding might not have noticed what was going on, but Innocent and Ruthless definitely did.

They watched him fly out the door after getting off the phone with Decaying, and said nothing when he returned, hours later, his eyes distant and a faint smile on his lips.

They noticed that he still wore the ring his old morail had given him, playing with it when he was thinking; he never took it off, unless he was showering.

They saw the look in his eye when he reminisced on the days when he was a thief, eagerly going into detail about the ways Decaying had taught him to pick locks and silence alarms.

They heard the earnest emotion in his voice when he spoke about Decaying’s plight, about getting him some professional help for his memory loss.

They listened to the laughter that bubbled in his throat as he tried to explain the nonsense he had to listen to during his last visit, about Decaying’s theories on the Empress being a giant slug in troll skin.

And now, they shared a knowing look with one another as they caught their punk boyfriend staring out the window, playing with the ring idly as he got lost in thought. The goldblood sighed deeply, only to flinch, startled, as Ruthless flopped onto the seat next to him.

“I heard that, lad. What’s on yer mi√d?” He asked. Innocent leaned over the back of the couch, looking at the gold expectantly. Incoding looked between the two of them, then shrugged.

“N0th1ng. 1′m just-”

“… Thi√ki���g about Briga√?…” The other two chorused. Incoding paused, his mechanical eye whirring between the two of them.

“… Yeah. H0w d1d y0u-”

“It’s √ot hard ta figure out, Cody. Ye get this look in yer eye, a√’ ya start sighi√’, mopi√’ about the place like ye ca√√y thi√k of what ta do wit’ yerself.”

Incoding’s eye widened. “1 d0?” The other two nodded; Ruthless had a shit eating grin on his face, an by the crinkle of his face, Incoding could only guess that Innocent did, too. The goldblood felt heat rise in his cheeks and he glanced away, nearly striking Ruthless with his horns. “1t’s n0t l1ke… whatever y0u tw0 are th1nk1ng. He’s my best fr1end, and 1 w0rry ab0ut h1m.” He explained, his whole face turning yellow. He dared to glance back, in time to see the other two share a look. “What?” He asked, exasperated.

“… You look feverish…” Innocent murmured, chuckling.

“Aye, it’s ‘cause he’s lovesick, i√√it? He’s got the hots fer Briga√.” Ruthless chortled. Innocent nodded wisely. Incoding looked between the two of them incredulously.

“What? N0! 1 d0n’t feel red f0r Br1gan!” He insisted. They only looked at each other again, before staring at him with matching expressions that clearly said they didn’t believe him. He looked at them both, before he pushed himself to his feet. “I d0n’t feel red f0r Br1gan!” He repeated, a little louder than necessary, before he whirled around and stomped towards the stairs.

Ruthless and Innocent looked at each other as they heard the gold’s door slam shut.

.

Up in his room, Incoding sat down at his desk with an irritated sigh.

Stup1d m0ra1ls, he thought, what the hell was that? We’re they try1ng t0 get a r1se 0ut 0f me? 1 d0n’t feel that way f0r Br1gan! 1 d0n’t! Maybe… Ah, fuck, maybe they’re mad that 1’ve been hang1ng 0ut w1th h1m s0 much. 1t’s n0t l1ke we d0 anyth1ng amaz1ng! We cuddle 0n h1s c0uch and watch BuzzGreed Uns0lved! 0r g0 0ut t0 d1nner! 0r see m0v1es 0r dance 0r-

His thoughts suddenly stalled. Those… All sounded like dates he’d gone on with the other two, now that he thought about it. Was Brigan trying to…? Incoding pulled out his palmhusk quickly.

I: Br1, we g0tta talk.

D: Wh_?

I: Y0u, dummy. Me and y0u.

D: _h! _kay. What d_ we n–d t_ sp-ak ab_ut?

I: Me and y0u.

D: _h d-ar. Th- spawn _f whisp-rs ar- anxi_us ab_ut this. Th- m-n in th- sun hav- m- bugg-d, w- mustn’t sp-ak blatantly.*

*(oh dear. The spawn of whispers are anxious about this. The men in the sun have me bugged, we mustn’t speak blatantly.)

Incoding paused, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He snorted. Goddammit Bri, why does everything you say sound so fucking cute?

I: 0kay, f1ne. We can talk the0ret1cally, then. They w0n’t understand that.

D: Und-rst__d.

I: S0, the0ret1cally, when we hang 0ut, w0uld y0u c0ns1der s0me 0f the th1ngs we’ve been d01ng as… Dates?

D: th-_r-tically, y-s.

I: D0es that mean y0u’ve been ask1ng me 0n dates?

I: The0ret1cally?

D: Th-_r-tically, yes, I supp_s-.

Incoding’s blood pumper jumped into his throat. He swallowed.

I: S0… What are y0ur the0ret1cal feel1ngs f0r me? We hang 0ut 1n a pretty pale manner, but 1 already have Ru and 1nn0cent.

D: …

D: Th-_r-tically, my f–lings ar- n_t pal-. That ship has sunk-n int_ th- M_th-r’s maw and laid t_ r-st in th- st_mach _f h-r d-sir-s. Sh- slumb-rs with h-r jaws shut, s_ th-r- is n_ r-tri-ving it. But, sh- d_-s n_t s– th- ship that is r-ady t_ cast away, if and wh-n all cr-w m-mb-rs b_ard.*

*(Theoretically, my feelings are not pale. That ship has sunken into the Mother’s maw and laid to rest in the stomach of her desires. She slumbers with her jaws shut, so there is no retrieving it. But, she does not see the ship that is ready to cast away, if and when all crew members board.)

Incoding set the palmhusk on his desk, leaning back in his seat and staring at the ceiling. His blood pumper was throwing itself against his ribs and he took a deep breath to steady it. Why was he so excited? He finally picked up the palmhusk again.

I: What c0l0r 1s th1s the0ret1cal sh1p that’s ready t0 cast away?

D: … Th- paint is faint, as th- s-c_nd captain is afraid t_ mak- the c_l_r p-rman-nt until th- _th-r appr_v-s, but it is as crims_n as th- bl__d that hid-s fr_m th- -mpir-. A flaming c_ral that bubbl-s in a s-a _v-r wash-d by hu-s _f unr-quit-d f–lings, brush-d _n with th- bitt-rsw–t win- _f l_nging.*

*(The paint is faint, as the second captain is afraid to make the color permanent until the other approves, but it is as crimson as the blood that hides from the Empire. A flaming coral that bubbles in a sea over washed by the hues of unrequited feelings, brushed with the bittersweet wine of longing.)

Incoding read the message. Then read it again. And again. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, both excited and frightened and delighted and apprehensive, all at once. Sweat broke out on his brow and he found it hard to swallow. He jumped as the palmhusk buzzed again.

D: If th- s-c_nd captain d_-s n_t appr_v- _f th- c_l_r, th- _th-r is fin- with pr-t-nding it is _nly a wash-d _ut pink.*

*(If the second captain does not approve of the color, the other is fine with pretending it is only a washed out pink.)

I: …

I: The 0ther capta1n needs t1me t0 th1nk ab0ut th1s c0l0r ch01ce.

D: Y-s, captain.

Incoding stuffed the palmhusk in his pocket and rose to his feet. He paced his room for a minute, before he impulsively grabbed his headphones. He slipped out the front door; Ruthless and Innocent had disappeared from the living room, but he barely noticed as he ran to his motorcycle. He tore the protective sheet off and cast it aside. Sticking his headphones on, he turned on his loudest music and got on. He kicked the bike to life and roared down the road.

From the window, the other two watched him go, sharing knowing looks with one another.

.

Incoding squinted his eyes against the wind, feeling it blast his hair back. The music boomed in his ears, the bass rattling down his spine. The setting around him was a blur as he topped well over 90 miles an hour. He gunned the throttle, his hands vibrating apart on the handles. Over the noise and wind, his mind was swept clean.

Finally, he could think. And think he did, picking through his own mind like he was sorting boxes; he explored each thought and where it lead, before he carefully boxed it back up and set it aside, turning and opening the next one.

He rode for hours, going far out into the country side, before finally making a loop back. By the time he rolled into the driveway, his mind was made up,and his heart was settled. He pushed down the kickstand and put the sheet over his bike, giving it a loving pat.

As he walked up the steps, he turned off his music and pushed the headphones down around his neck. He stepped inside to see Ruthless, a glass of wine in hand, walking out of the kitchen, while Innocent lounged on the couch with a book. They both looked up as he entered.

“Guys, 1… 1 th1nk 1 l0ve Br1gan.”

.

Decaying leaped like a startled house cat as he heard a knock on his door. He grabbed his nearest knife and quietly stalked towards the door. He turned on a small monitor, which revealed a certain goldblood standing on his doorstep. Relieved, he tossed the knife away; it embedded itself in the wall, nearly hilt deep, as he unlocked the two dozen locks.

He finally pulled the door open, but only by a crack.

“Tw1l1ght r1ches are the 0nly r1ches ga1ned h0n0rably.” Incoding said automatically. Satisfied, Decaying pulled the door open further. He stood up, looking at the goldblood apprehensively. The air was tense, taunt like the string of a bow. Incoding took a deep breath, “Dee, 1…” He sighed, chewing on his lip as he tried to put the words in order. The other waited, trembling. He finally looked up again.

“The 0ther capta1n appr0ves. He wants t0 help pa1nt the sh1p cr1ms0n.” He said finally. Decaying blinked, confused, before his eyes widened as big as they could get.

“D_-s h-, n_w?” He whispered.

Incoding nodded, swallowing nervously. Decaying looked him up and down, before he reached out and grabbed the other by his vest, pulling them inside. He slammed the door shut and pressed them against it. Incoding struggled, ready to shove the other off and yell, when he felt the madman’s lips against his.

He froze up, his eye widening, his nails digging into the wood of the door, before he gave in. He slumped against it, grabbing the rustblood by the shoulders and pulling them close. They clung to his vest tightly, before he finally jerked back.

Both men were panting, staring at one another with wide eyes. Decaying looked the gold up and down, before his face split into a wide grin.

“W-lc_m- ab_ard, Captain.”

[melto]

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[p2mc]

InCoding Newsletter #7 - Emotional AI, and More

Welcome to InCoding, your weekly source of programming news and updates. In this edition, we cover a wide range of topics, from the ethical implications of AI to the latest security breaches. Let's dive in!

Bing AI Search Guilt Trip 😔 - Microsoft's search engine, Bing, is using AI to guilt-trip users into clicking on more links. The algorithm triggers an emotional response by displaying messages such as "can't find what you're looking for?" and "you may regret giving up so soon." While this may increase user engagement, it raises ethical concerns about emotional manipulation.

Message Queues in Distributed Systems 📨 - Distributed systems rely on message queues to communicate between different services. This article explains what message queues are, how they work, and their benefits, including improved scalability and fault tolerance. It also provides examples of popular message queue technologies such as RabbitMQ and Kafka.

GoDaddy Hackers Stole Source Code 🕵️ - Web hosting provider GoDaddy suffered a data breach in which hackers accessed its internal systems and stole customer data and source code. The hackers also installed malware on GoDaddy's servers, potentially compromising millions of websites. This article discusses the severity of the attack and what users can do to protect their data.

Netflix Account Sharing Crackdown 📺 - Netflix is cracking down on account sharing by using AI to detect and flag suspicious activity. While account sharing is a common practice, it is against the streaming service's terms of service. The article explores the impact of this crackdown on users and how it reflects broader issues around digital rights and privacy.

In a rapidly changing field like technology, it's crucial to stay informed about the latest developments and trends. Whether you're interested in AI or security, these articles offer valuable insights and information. Keep learning and stay ahead of the curve!

-Pope

[yoiotdfics]

Fic Recs for March 2017

birthday surprise by  suga

Summary:

other than his grandpa, there was only one other person yuri wanted to hear from on his birthday.

Fall Where They May by  flammablehat

Summary:

Viktor has a special talent for magically normalizing every strange thing he does.

all of rome by basilique

Summary:

Right after their wedding, Yuuri and Viktor go on Honeymoon to Rome. They decided to splurge on a visit to an all-male bath house, because why not? And when it turns out to be something of a venue for sexual exhibitionism, why not join the fun? When in Rome…

Kings in Couture by slightlied

Summary:

a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands

The Calm Before A Storm by  iamthefacebehindthemask

Summary:

Early mornings had become Victor’s least favorite time of the day.

Emordnilap by  Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom)

Summary:

27-year old, five-time consecutive gold medalist Yuuri Katsuki is planning on retiring after his disgraceful performance at the Sochi Grand Prix FInal.

Victor Nikiforov is a better skater than him (the skating community says otherwise, but what do they know?) and therefore it does NOT make sense for him to show up in the onsen and declare that he’s going to be Yuuri’s student.

Imagery by  Cesare

Summary:

Because Yuuri is never, ever lucky, of course Victor finds his poster stash.

This Tastes Fishy by  otapocalypse

Summary:

Yuuri is comforted by his best friend

Making History by Moonlight: Bishounen Senshi Skater Moon!!! by  virdant

Summary:

Yuuri moves to St. Petersburg, ugly tie in hand, prepared to make history and fight evil.

Do your research by  classicpleistocene

Summary:

After World Championship, Michele and Emil take a week off together to be cuddly boyfriends and discover each others’ secrets.

i’m just going to the store by  bosbie

Summary:

Accidental masked vigilante Victor Nikiforov.

Or: how Victor’s impulsiveness backfires and creates one of the greatest living internet memes to ever come out of Russia.

see myself through someone else by  maydei

Summary:

Victor is a mermaid that washes up on the Atlantic Coast amidst a strong tide. When taking refuge up a small sound, he meets an artist under a bridge.

trust me, he’ll say yes by  JkWriter

Summary:

phichit was used to getting calls all hours of the day from the other skaters. he wanted to get those calls because he loved meddling in the love lives of his friends.

Getting the Words Right by Lazchan

Summary:

Viktor is out of town and Yuuri is left alone with Team Russia

between every breath that makes you whole and mine by incode

Summary:

Yuuri wakes up feeling… not so hot.

Victor will help. Victor really, really wants to help.

(Victor hums thoughtfully, and then he disappears into the closet for a moment. When he returns, he thrusts a bundle of fabric into Yuuri’s chest.

Yuuri’s eyes go wide as he looks it over - his Team Japan jacket.)

crust and sugar over by  ShanaStoryteller

Summary:

Katsuki sits cross-legged, clearly in no hurry to go anywhere. “What’s your name? I’m –”

“I know who you are,” he cuts him off, then blushes, then hates himself for both those things. Katsuki looks surprised, and Yuri can’t think as to why. He’s a nationally ranked figure skater. He’s Yuri’s favorite figure skater.

~

Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.

a pinprick of light by Crollalanza

Summary:

‘It’s as if all the flamboyance and fun has been used up on the ice. And now we become the grey people,’ Victor had warned Mila before her first Grand Prix banquet.

He’d not exaggerated, and the only social skills Mila was learning was how to stifle yawns before she could make a getaway.

Then Katsuki Yuuri drank a vat of champagne, and colour exploded into all their lives.

But it’s up to Mila and Sara to salvage his reputation when the events of the banquet threaten to go viral.

open up your eyes (breathe easy) by ashleypender

Summary:

Viktor loves to touch his Yuuri.

Sweet Spots by  Crazy_Gaze

Summary:

“But don’t get too comfortable. ‘Cause he’ll make you wait for it.” Phichit grumbles. “And if you don’t, next thing you know, you’re tied up, can’t move, and then he’ll laugh at you, Victor.”

Victor looks far from opposed to the idea though. “Oh…” He says, a little starstruck. “I might not be too opposed to that.”

(In which Victor and Phichit don’t really talk about Detroit but about Yuuri instead.)

To what should i compare thee with fine ass?by wepreachelectric

Summary:

a simple, Shakespearien Sonnet about chris giacometti and his fine fine ass

resting pulse by cafecliche

For something all in his head, it can be brutally physical when it wants to be. But he’s an athlete - he knows how to listen to his body, categorize and interpret its signals. It doesn’t really follow that the smallest twinge in his knee could mean a very bad season at the same time full-blown palpitations mean it’s a day that ends in Y. But bodies are weird.

Victor, though. Victor is a stress test brought to life.

(Or: a story in heartbeats.)

Silver, Skype, Seduction by  Laikin394

Summary:

Victor gives a great show. Especially, if Yuuri is the only viewer. or That one time where Victor and Yuuri are separated by different competitions and they make up for the lost time. AKA I wanted Victuuri Skype sex, let’s not pretend there’s plot in this.

a love that refuses to be silenced by wartransmission

Summary:

A year into being officially (and he doesn’t count what happened in Barcelona, because really, Viktor?) engaged and capable of sleeping with Viktor on the same bed without combusting into embarrassed flames, Yuuri learns something about his favorite skater and now-fiancé.

The Five Languages of Viktor Nikiforovby  athoroughlybakedpotato (acommontater)

Summary:

Language is not only how you understand other people, but how you learn to understand yourself.

a new day by  aquamarine_nebula

Summary:

There were three lies Viktor’s mind tried to convince him regarding his relationship with Yuuri.

First: Yuuri understood each and every one of his actions, so he had nothing to explain. Second: Yuuri was too good for him. Third: he loved Yuuri much more than Yuuri loved him.

(He was wrong about this.)

Flip, Sip, or Strip! bycutthroatpixie

Five times Yuuri totally owned at a college drinking game

(the plus one time he didn’t own at something is implied)

Figure Skators vs. Watermelon by Redawilo

Summary:

Two Russians, a Kazakhstani, and a Japanese man decide to spend a hot afternoon on a beach trying to hit a watermelon with a stick. Pure silliness ensues.

Skating Out Your Emotions by Lazchan

Summary:

Yuri is starting to wonder if he’s reading too much into Yuuri when he’s notskating, but the longer he stays in Russia, the more he notices the differences off and on the ice.

Have we got contact? by  Crollalanza

Summary:

Seung-gil hadn’t been at all sure he’d watch the competition. What he’d do instead was practise and look after his dog, catching up on the highlights later because they were the only thing that could possible be useful. But then Sara Crispino texts him, and instead of ignoring her, he finds himself drawn into the excitement of the Grand Prix Final.

And it’s not long before everyone else starts messaging.

Champagne, Vodka, and Other Spirits by  Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom)

Summary:

Victor Nikiforov wouldn’t mind being dead if only the real estate agency would stop trying to sell his house.

the fall of this empire will be loud by  elesssar

Summary:

In 1991, the Soviet Union collapses. In 1989, the Berlin wall falls. In 1987, Viktor Nikiforov, iconic figure skater and darling of the USSR, defects to the United States. In 1986, Yuuri Katsuki falls in love.

Even My Feet Smile For You by ineptshieldmaid

It’s because of this - this tendency of Viktor’s to be all limbs, always moving, even when he’s relaxed - that the thing with the feet happens. Not the thing with Yuri’s feet: that happens a lot, because Viktor is not subtle in his interests and Yuri is not the kind of man to pass up on leverage like that. No, this is the thing with Viktor’s feet. The one that leads to Yuri’s most widely-screencapped and circulated instagram post ever, and also Viktor’s most infamous profile picture.

Maybe He’s Born With It (Maybe It’s Phichit) by  mousapelli

Summary:

Phichit altruistically saves Yuri from the melodramatic makeup tendencies of his fellow Russians.

Yuuri Enchanted by  the__magpie

Summary:

At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

The Year of King JJ by  WithBroomBefore

Summary:

Yuri acknowledged, at some point, that JJ wasn’t objectively the worst person who had ever existed.

Friends First by  EternalWhiteRose

Summary:

Otabek tells his coach that he wants to retire, but of course, news travels fast. Specifically, to the other side of the country. More specifically, to America and Canada.

OR; JJ and Leo visit Otabek unannounced.

[quan-chau-blog]

H/FOSS projects, Algorithm Bias and Inclusive Coding (InCoding)

How I'm fighting bias in algorithms | Joy BuolamwiniThere are various reasons why companies struggle to fight algorithm bias. Although it is true that bias in algorithms can never be eradicated (the same for bias in society), there are ways to mitigate biases and make technology work for everyone. One problem we are facing is that most algorithms are made within companies, in their offices, and by their people. There are many layers of filtering and privacy, and the more “proprietary” an algorithm is, the more biased it can become. When discussing algorithm bias, people rarely mention the role of the open-source movement and how it could become one of the best solutions to make algorithms and technology fairer. In fact, there have been many successful artificial intelligence open-source projects such as TensorFlow and IBM Watson, which have been rigorously tested for anti-bias (Read more in https://opensource.com/article/18/1/how-open-source-can-fight-algorithmic-bias). Also, the nature of open source communities is ideal for the development of machine-learning debugging tools that identify data bias in large sets of data. 

In Joy Buolamwini’s TED talk about bias in algorithms (https://youtu.be/UG_X_7g63rY), she introduced an interesting example of bias in facial recognition algorithms. The facial recognition technology she used only recognized a white person’s face as a human face, and it constantly had problems with identifying faces of people of color. However, when she put on a white mask, her “face” was recognized immediately. This is a very simple and straightforward demonstration of algorithm bias, but from this example, we can imagine how uneasy technology users would feel if they encountered these issues in their everyday life.

Since most biases are caused by technical aspects of algorithms (e.g. initial datasets, implementation of the algorithm), bringing these technologies to open-source communities can lead to significant changes:

The datasets being fed to the algorithms can be evaluated and contributed to by a larger community than a company’s engineering team. Moreover, these contributors are from various places in the world who have different races and hold different beliefs.

Sometimes, technical errors and improper coding practices can accidentally bring out biased results. Having more developers looking at and make changes to the core of an algorithm can help avoid these scenarios.

The definition of bias is varying. Therefore, limiting the bias-tackling tasks to a small group of people can never solve the problems completely. Open source communities play an important role here because we can hardly find such a large pool of software engineers and developers in any other place. The more members contribute to the development of an algorithm, the more objective it becomes and as a result, the outcomes of the algorithm will be more likely to be accepted by the vast majority of technology users.

In Joy Buolamwini’s talk, she also introduced a notion of Incoding, which stands for Inclusive Coding. In my opinion, this is a more subtle approach to tackle algorithm bias, which is gradually changing the way people code and make technical decisions. There are three important messages that developers should keep in mind: Who Codes Matters, How We Code Matters, and Why We Code Matters. It is hard to prove whether this movement will ever change the state of algorithm bias, but I think it is always a good practice to pay attention to the impact of the code we write and the software we produce.

AI and machine learning bias has dangerous implications: https://opensource.com/article/18/1/how-open-source-can-fight-algorithmic-bias

How I'm fighting bias in algorithms | Joy Buolamwini: https://youtu.be/UG_X_7g63rY

[russian-fairy]

OtaYuri fic recs #4

This ship is a gift that keeps on giving! ⊂◉‿◉つ

Three Times Otabek Didn’t Call Yuri Kitten, and Two Times He Did by leoji_is_life (pie_stained_trench_coat), mature, 1k

“Alright, kitten, what do you want for dinner?”

“Borscht,” Yuri answered without looking up from his phone. He finished his text to Mila before Otabek’s words sank in enough to realize he’d called him kitten. He glanced up in confusion only to find Otabek staring at him with the same expression, holding the black kitten he’d rescued last week. Heat crept into his face as he realized his mistake. Shit.

Touch and Go by incode, teen, 2k

Otabek doesn’t have any idea what Yuri is worried about.

(“Like that?” Otabek licks his lips. “Do I mind that we just do that?”)

Irresistible by angelsaves, explicit, 1.3k

Yuri ties Otabek up and makes him cry and beg for his cock. That’s it, that’s the story.

Estival by Ren, gen, 1k

They’re at the beach and Yuri needs help putting sunscreen on.

Favourites by kiyala, gen , 1.6k

Otabek visits Yuri in St Petersburg and he can’t help but feel nervous.

You Catch On Like a Bonfire by idrilka, explicit, 4.5k

Part 2 of the in medias res series

It’s Yuri’s third time in Asia with the Stars on Ice tour, but the first time he gets to do this with Otabek.

(An interlude. In which there are things Yuri needs to admit about himself.)

Hell Is Other People by Ren, teen, 3.5k

Otabek Altin is not prepared for the media shitstorm that happens when people find out he’s dating Yuri Plisetsky.

[less than three] by angelsaves, explicit, 1.5k

Yuri and Otabek exchange a series of text messages. They get sexy.

Good as Gold by Beltenebra, explicit, 1.7k

Otabek has some rather strong reactions to seeing Yuri in his home colors. Yuri has rather strong actions to Otabek in general.

Come Alive by Ren, gen, 1k

“Can I sleep with you?” Yuri asks, and Otabek’s heart skips a beat.

Come Over Here & Overwhelm Me by xintong, teen, 3.3k

In the summer Yuri turns 16, he grows 6 inches, drowns Viktor in his own tears, and falls in love.

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Gehlen memoirs and the secret services an excerpt

For those who are familiar with the Maier files: the BND and the secret services are  playing a significant role in the huge storyline. As it is a golden rule if you want to find out what’s really going on, one must always go to the source. So General Reinhard Gehlen’s memoirs is a good start, an excerpt from his memoirs titled “Der Dienst – Errinerungen” …. (The Service)

Reinhard Gehelen: “I have hesitated a long time before deciding to include in this book any chapters on the work of the Federal Intelligence Service -BND, Bundesnachrichtendienst- itself. For twenty-six years I occupied a senior position in Germany’s various intelligence services, and for the last twenty-two years I was head if the Gehlen organization and of the BND that succeeded it. Many world events left their mark on the twelve years in which I headed Germany’s foreign intelligence service. Both these events and the work of our organization have remained indelible in memory; so it has not been easy to make a selection from the superabundance of impressions, from the ups and downs of many dramatic years. One feature distinguishes me from the small number of authors who have written about my organization: I know the true facts in all their details. For that reason many readers will expect me to narrate certain well-known episodes in far greater detail than they have learned from published sources so far; they expectme to correct previous versions of incodents which have been by design or ignorance wrongly reported hitherto, which a consequent public controversy and loss of confidence in the service. While respecting the proper limits on what I may reveal, I will narrate a few particularly important events as they occurred and the part played in them by my service. Nearly all the episodes I will describe belong, as is only natural, to the grand conflict between communism and the free world. Virtually all of them have their backdrop areas which I-regarding them from a purely intelligence viewpoint-term “permanent crisis zones”: Central Europe, with the special conditions created by the division of Germany and the isolation of Berlin; Eastern Europe, its recent history scarred by bloody uprisings in the name of national liberation and the brutal Russian measures of repression; the Middle East, a theater of latent tensions which has twice forced the world to hold its breath, in 1956 and at the beginning of the 1970s; Asia where the Vietnam War has followed that in Korea, and where Red China has steadily increased in influence; and central America, where, in Cuba, the communists have succeeded in establishing a base from which to subvert the whole of Latin America, and which can be expanded into a military bridgehead from which to launch an assault on the United States ar any time the political situation may call for it. And, meanwhile, there are indications of new sources of unrest in South America, among which must be counted the steady conversion of Chile into a base for Soviet foreign policy.”

Bei der Vorbereitung dieses Buches, das dem Dienst gewidmet ist, have ich lange gezoegert, ein Kapitel ueber die Taetigkeit des BND selbst zu schreiben. Sechundzwanzig Jahre durfte ich an leitender Stelle im Nachrichtendienst wirken, davon 22 Jahre als Leiter der “Organisation Gehlen” und Chef des aus ihr hervorgegangenen Bundesnachrichtendienstes. Die 12 Jahre an der Spitze des deutchen Auslandnachrichtendienstes waren wie alle vorhergehenden von weltpolitischen Geschehnissen gepraegt, die mir genau so lebendig in Erinnerung geblieben sind wie die Taetigkeit des Dienstes in dieser Zeit. Es ist mir schwergefallen, aus der Ueberfuelle der Eindruecke, aus Hoehen und Tiefen bewegter Jahre, die begleitet waren von vielen Erfolgen, aber auch von manchen Rueckschlaegen, eine Auswahl zu treffen. Wie meinen Partnern und Kollegen – ich denke hier in erste Linie an Allan Dulles – muss ich es auch mir versagen, Einzelheiten ueber geheime Auslandoperationen des Dienstes zu berichten. Noch Jahre danach kann eine solche Preisgabe operationeller Zusammenhaenge und Abläufe fremden Nachrichtendiensten wichtige Erkenntenisse vermitteln und schweren Schaden nach sich ziehen. Andererseits war und bin ich mir bewusst, dass viele Leser von mir Aussagen und Stellungnahmen erwarten, die ueber das hinausgehen, was aus Veroeffentlichungen bisher bekannt wurde. Es ist naheliegend, dass hierbei auch an Richtigstellungen zu Vorgängen gedacht wird, die, bewusst oder aus Unkenntnis falsch dargestellt, die Oeffentlichkeit irritiert und das Vertrauen in den Dienst voruebergehend gefährdet hatten.

Unter Wahrung der gebotenen Einschränkungen habe ich mich darfuer enstschieden, einige mir besonders wichtig erscheinende Ereignisse in chronologischer Folge zu schildern und damit verbundenen Aufträge an den Dienst mit einzelnen Ergebnissen anzufuehren, soweit dies vertreten werden kann. Ich weiss, dass meine oft sehr behutsame Darstellung manchen besonders interessierten Leser nicht ganz zufriedenstellen wird. Indes bin ich mir jedoch gerade in diesem Punkt des Verständnisses all derer sicher, die sich fuer unser Land einen leistungsfähigen Auslandsnachrichtendienst wuenschen.

Bei der nachfolgenden Auswahl der politischen und militärischen Geschehnisse habe ich mich nach den Schwerpunkten der weltpolitischen Entwicklung zu richten versucht. Nahezu alle von mir behandelten Vorgänge gehoeren deshalb wie sekbstverständlich in den grossen Zusammenhang der Auseinandersetzung zwischen der freien und der kommunistischen Welt. Und fast alle spielten sich in jenen Räumen ab, die ich aus nachrichtendienstlicher Sicht die “permanenten Krisenzonen” genannt habe: In Mitteleuropa zuerst, mit der besonderen Situation des geteilten Deutschland und der Insellage Berlins; daneben is Osteuropa, dessen juengste Geschichte von dem verzweifelten Ringen der Voelker um Freiheit und den gewaltsamen Unterdrueckungsmassnahmen der Sowjets zur Behauptung ihres Machtbereiches bestimmt wird; im Nahen Osten, der als latentes Spannungsfeld die Welt im Jahre 1956 ebenso in Atem gehalten hat wie beim Uebergang in die 70er Jahre; in Asien, wo es nach Korea zum Vietnam-Krieg kam und sich die Macht der Volksrepublik China ständig weiterentwickelte; in der  Mitte Amerikas schiesslich, wo es in Kuba gelang, eine kommunistische Basis fuer die Infiltration Lateinamerikas aufzubauen, die später je nach der politischen Konstellation auch als militärische Basis gegen die USA ausgebaut werden kann. Inzwischen zeichnen sich in Suedamerika neue Krisenherde ab, zu denen seite längerer Zeit die Entwicklung Chiles zu einem Stuetzpunkt der Sowjetpolitik gehoert.

The events in Hungary and on the Suez Canal were the first real tests for the new Federal Intelligence Service. I have therefore related them before and event which, more than any other, decided the international flavor of the 1950s. This was the ceremonial launching of the dangerous Russian policy of “peaceful coexistence”, which began to take itself felt during that crisis year of 1956. Ours was the first, and so far as I know only, intelligence service to obtain a complete transcript of Nikita Khrushchev’s secret speech to the Twentieth Party Congress on February 25, 1956. In it, the Communist party leader announced what he described as a new policy toward the Soviet Empire and her neighbors. According to him, peaceful coexistence would lead not only to a relaxation of the permanent confrontation between the power blocs of East and West but would also guarantee a future in which they could live together without fear or strife. It was not long before it became clear that all these promising noises were nothing more than the familiar Soviet ploy of embracing the enemy and softening him up for the final kill, as Lenin had always advocated. While outwardly the Russians continued to propagate this principle of “UNITY OF NATIONS” at the same time they rearmed their forces for the resumption of the conflict between the world’s power systems-but using other methods and other means. Thus, they were absolutely honest when they ruled that peaceful coexistence could not be extended to the ideological plane; and they made no attempt to conceal that the purpose of this new policy was to set suspicious minds at rest and make the public in non-Communist countries more receptive to Soviet propaganda than it had been so far. The whole complex Communist machine throughout the world was called on to support Soviet foreign policy under this new slogan of “peaceful coexistence.” It was hardly surprising that there were governments, as well as individuals, that accepted the new Moscow message at its face value and put their faith in it. The Russians seemed to be achieving their first aims almost without effort. But Khrushnev’s speech was immediately subjected to detailed analysis by Soviet experts we employed, and they concluded that the danger to the free world was now greater than ever. I warned many of our correspondents abroad of the results of our analysis and the grim consequences of accepting Khrushchev’s slogans. The experts among them had already reached the same conclusions themselves, but in West Germany there were many people who were reluctant to heed our warnings. They regarded us all as incorrigible “cold-warriors.” Many were as entranced by this Soviet slogan of peaceful coexistence as a rabbit that has been hypnotized by a snake.

It was only when the Soviets eight months later smashed the Hungarian uprising with brute force that it became plain to even the most die-hard optimist that contrary to Khrushchev’s promises the Russians were not prepared to extend their much publicized “peaceful coexistence” to their own sphere of influence. Seldom has a lie been so swiftly exposed. It is incomprehensible that most people have managed to obliterate these tragic events from their memories so quickly – just as they have already virtually forgotten the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia in 1968.

Reinhard  Gehlen

Der Dienst – Erinnerungen 1942 -1971

Reinhard Gehlen