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therandomartmaker · 10 months

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(In Case I Don’t See You) Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Goodnight.

DPxDC

After a reveal, things go strange for Danny. At first, he thinks it’s just the lingering effects of having his vigilante identity out in the open. Sam and Tucker tell him he’s being paranoid, and Jazz doesn’t talk much with him because she’d left for college. She only listens to his words and talks him through the feelings, a steady presence.

It’s then that he realises that his ghosts had been showing up… regularly. Not erratic and randomly, they were almost scheduled; he’d checked once, and they had always shown up when the time was even. He’d said this to Sam and Tucker, Tucker looked concerned but Sam brushed him off. “They’d have to coordinate for that, Danny,” she said, “Do you really think Skulker wouldn’t take every chance possible to fight you?”

His ghosts were getting more agitated. It wasn’t hard to defeat them, they were just. Angrier. They also went down easier, but got back up faster. They also were disjointed in their banter, and it got worse as time went by, fights quieter and more… emotion filled.

It’s only when Danny spots several white vans nearby his fights that he realised he’d forgotten about the GIW.

Danny rushed home, to the portal- he’s unlucky, or perhaps rather fortunate, that he stumbles upon the GIW in his home, talking to his parents. It’s an easy decision to turn invisible.

“Keeping Patient Zero in the Truman cage is working well, but it might be catching on. Unscheduled fights give us more subjects, so you’ll be lent Subject-E and Subject-SK in two days, in the private laboratory, as they are currently useless in field and hinder the process.”

Patient Zero? Subject-E and Subject-SK? Useless? What process?

Truman Cage? …Danny knew that movie. Watched it with Jazz a few years before, because Jazz had a project on it, wanted to do inquiry on unethical ‘imprisonment’ and isolation.

Static buzzed through the air, and Danny heard the GIW agent pick up an ecto-proof walkie talkie. “Report, Patient Zero has been missing for two minutes, unknown whereabouts, may be heading or already at FW Household.”

Danny swore mentally, flying away to the roof of the Nasty Burger, still invisible.

Shit. What were they doing- what kind of shit had they already done?

…What could Danny do to stop it?

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Batman stared at the report in his hands. Phase One of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s plan was going well, to capture and learn everything they can about ectoplasmic beings and a ‘villainous creature’ that has taken control of a small town in Illinois. Supposedly, the ‘creature’ was a volatile destructive being that repeatedly put the town through constant attacks.

Everything about it smelt fishy, and he’d found about the ‘GIW’ was flimsy, and a strangely large amount of money was being siphoned into it. The Fenton research being used was also something that shouldn’t’ve been published, biased and clearly contradictory in areas.

The information blockout was just asking for investigation.

sorry that this isn’t more for the story! I may write more for this, but idm this being used as a prompt post either! If you respond to this in a separate post, please tag me, i like to see what y’all make, don’t just link this post and run y’all. Also, i’m like 80% sure someone’s made this already or at least done something similar, so if someone could find and link that, that’d be awesome

On a side note; some notes for this specific thing, but freedom is encouraged and this is mainly for myself because ik i’ll forget about this.

The GIW learnt danny’s id before the reveal and figured out very quickly that they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him because he’s legally human and he hasn’t had biological testing to make sure he isn’t human. They got ghost confirmation via the fenton parents after the public reveal, but had already informed the fentons of the possibility of danny being a ghost and proposed the ‘Truman Plan’ to them.

The plan was to set up another ghost portal with coordinates set to the same area the fenton’s portal lets out and recapture whichever ghosts danny lets go there, and this works exponentially well. They gain a bunch of speech capable ghosts to experiment on, and decide quickly that they’d start ways to put them under control and make them stronger, in order to, eventually, capture danny.

Phase Two is weakening Danny and looking into his skillset and how to counteract it.

Phase Three is actually capturing Danny.

Danny figures out that the GIW has agents everywhere, bugs everywhere and nowhere is safe. The only people he is absolutely certain he can trust to not make the GIW aware he knows he’s entrapped is Jazz, Sam, And Tucker, but since the last tw oare in the bounds of the GIW, he can only talk to Jazz to plan (he flies up up up and calls because tucker had them up on a private network so the only risk was being overheard, really)

B only discovered the GIW while passing over recent government records, and sets up one of his disguises to visit the town, eventually.

He ‘just so happens’ to be bowled over by Danny Fenton one afternoon and sets up a white noise generator to tell the boy the JL was on his side. After all, something wasn’t right, here.

#randomartmaker writing #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #my writing

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leiascully · 7 months

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X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 29: Guard

This year, I'm using the October 2022 prompts from @artpromptcal.

Mulder and Scully will never know how he stands guard for them. Skinner has fended off official inquiries and unofficial ones. He's re-routed administrative requests. He's come to meetings prepared with statistics about their effectiveness, their efficiency, their essentialness. He's touted their unusually high solve rate. He's defended their unorthodox methods and interests. He has given public and private reassurances about his most errant agents.

How much of his time have they taken up? Office hours and beyond. He has other responsibilities, other agents under his charge, but no one has ever mattered as much as Mulder and Scully. He's their superior, but he serves them all the same. He's their sword and shield. He protects them. He protects the work. When Mulder says they've saved the world again, Skinner knows he had a hand in that, even if it was behind the scenes.

(There are moments in which he might admit he's been a little bit in love with them for years, but those moments are rare and flavored by liquor. Maybe it isn't love, exactly, and if it is, it doesn't matter. They're a closed system; there's no room for him.)

#x-files octoberficfest #octoberficfest #leiascully fic #my fic sort of

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sullustangin · 4 months

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Fluffy February Day 10: Care

SWTOR

Pairing: Theron Shan X Eva Corolastor

Rating: T (for Tarty at the end)

Word count: 1660. (it got legs and ran off with me; I'll probably re-edit this later to include in a larger part of my fic series)

After Action Report:

Submitted by EC, Captain of Virtue’s Thief, Supposed Commander of the Alliance, Fugitive of the Sisterhood of the Three Moons, Goddess of Grandolba VI, Grand Poomba of –

Koth struck that last one out, as well the other honorifics she included thereafter, which got more ridiculous as they went; even if they were true, she was just doing that to annoy Lana. (He left the goddess thing, because that was just cool.)

Initial reconnaissance and contact communications unremarkable. The Star Fortress over Belsavis, former Republic secret prison planet, did not have any indications of irregularity prior to Mission 3401, parts A, B, C – contact, supply, then sabotage and destruction of defensive bunker in preparation for infiltration and subsequent destruction of local Star Fortress, as detailed in Mission 3401D.

However, it was soon discovered that the Eternal Empire had retained some of the additional defenses when it came to the planetary bunker. Once the bunker was accessed, all non-Eternal Empire ships in the atmosphere were shot down. Agent Shan and Pilot Vortena as well as their Alliance shuttle were already planetside, awaiting further contact with Captain Corolastor and Shan’s contact on plant, K’Krohl.

During the barrage, one of the spacecraft shot down from orbit crashed onto the bunker itself, while the Captain was still inside.

Koth frowned at the description that ensued. “Eva, this is …sorta boring.”

“The way you tell it, it gets increasingly dramatic, heroic, and superhuman,” she replied to him as she walked up the hallway toward the private room in medbay.

From what Eva had seen through the smoke and a panicking Whiphid flailing his arms next to her, Theron had crouched low and then rose with the debris across his shoulders, before raising it up over his head in in a fit of adrenaline, allowing Eva and K’krohl to escape to a waiting Koth.

Somehow, even with two torn biceps and every ligament, tendon, and muscle in his legs strained or sprained, Theron had made it back to the shuttle under his own power.

He hadn’t made it back off without assistance. Now he thought he was going to be discharged to his own quarters. Fat chance, Eva had told the doctor.

Meanwhile, Koth had already launching into an expansive retelling for the benefit of the nurses and orderlies in the hallway. “And then he just – rawr!” Koth tried to approximate the noise Theron had made.

Theron pretended to be deaf as a stone while he sat in his hospital bed impatiently, waiting for his discharge. He had his datapad in his hands, on his lap (someone had positioned it specially so he could work and …not move anything vital). He pointedly ignored Koth and any of “ooh”s and “ahh”s he generated from his audience.

Theron…had never been a good or willing patient; the scars he chose instead of proper medical aftercare were well-known to her. He wasn’t going to get away with it this time. Especially not after the manner in which he’d gotten injured.

Eva finally caught his eye as she leaned against the doorframe. “Hey.”

“Yoo-oo,” she replied with a wave. “How are you feeling?” she asked, quietly.

Theron’s eyes softened at her inquiry, but Koth cut in. “How do you think he feels, lifting a starship –”

“It was a shuttle. Just the front end,” Theron protested with an eyeroll, but nothing was going to deter Koth from his dramatic retelling to those gathered in the hallway.

The doctor on duty came in and exchanged a look with Eva. “Are you sure he’s going to be that uncooperative?”

“Absolutely. He has a track record.”

That caused Theron’s expression to go from annoyed to more than slightly concerned at what his secret girlfriend had planned.

The doctor checked Theron’s vitals and his present disposition. “Blood pressure is a little high,” she commented.

Theron shrugged. “I’ll take a pill for it. Not like I can switch careers right now.”

“Yeah, we’re sort of locked in at the moment.” The Togruta swiped through Theron’s chart. “All right. No heavy lifting for two weeks, no ambulatory activity without assistance for one week. Kolto helps a lot, and your job… isn’t supposed to be high impact, but let’s not fool ourselves here.” The doctor made eye contact with Theron. “If you can keep your hands off a datapad for three days, that would help.” She pointedly glared at the tablet in his lap.

Theron almost reached up to touch the implants on the left side of his head to port the information up, but Eva had been quick to lay hands on his bandaged upper arm – the very muscles that were being knit back together by kolto as they spoke. “That’s a no go.”

Theron glared furiously at the bandages, but he said nothing other than “I understand,” in a calm tone.

Eva knew he wasn’t mad at the doctor or her. He was angry at his traitorous, painfully mortal body. He usually was, whether these setbacks happened. It’s why he got back to work as soon as possible; he thought it was his own failing when he couldn’t work. That’s what he was planning to do right now.

Not this time.

The doctor handed her datapad over to Eva. “I commend him to your care.”

“What?” Theron asked, immediately.

Eva pocketed the datapad and motioned for Koth’s audience to come in and start patient transport procedures. “Since you evidently can’t be trusted to obey doctor’s orders and not work, you’re gonna recover under my direct supervision on Virtue’s Thief. I’m taking some personal days to make sure my ops manager is back on track.”

He stared at her. “That’s highly inappropriate. I should be discharged to my own quarters –”

“But you suck at following doctor’s orders,” Eva reminded him. “And I’m not letting you add new scars to your collection. So you’re going to be forced to take a break.”

“There will be talk on base, and I don’t want – ”

“Theron, the only thing they’re gonna talk about is you not working for once.”

By that point, Theron’s bed was already hovering out the door toward the docks, rather than to his personal quarters high up in the main building of the base, flanked by multiple medical personnel to make sure he didn’t try to make a break for it anyway. Eva strolled along side, watching as his expression grew increasingly sullen as he realized his standard “recovery” wasn’t happening.

“And where are you going to sleep?” he asked, sharply.

Eva smirked. “I’ve only been captain for nine, ten years now. I slept in crew quarters for the first sixteen. I know which bunk creaks.”

“What if –”

“Theron, this whole thing was Lana’s stupid idea anyway. If she can’t handle it herself for three days, then maybe she shouldn’t have cooked up a galactic revolution to overthrow the Eternal Empire in the first place,” Eva told him gaily.

Everyone around them knew she was wheedling the strait-laced ops manager; it was a consistent part of their banter since he’d shown up on Odessen. The Captain would flirt with that durasteel wall, and he’d keep things on track, much to the amusement of Lord Beniko. He was impervious to her charms….or so they thought.

Eva brought a tray in for supper – stirfry with Kodari rice. She’d served it up for him on Yavin 4, ages ago.

Theron was still grumpy, even as he looked with interest at supper. “I’m an adult. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“You need someone to take care of you, while you’re injured.” Eva placed the tray on the nightstand on Theron’s side of the bed. “And it’s the least I can do for you saving my life –”

“You… you would have found your own way out. I just got impatient.” His eyes dropped down toward his lap. Jedi humility and SIS duty combined to make a neat cover for his feelings.

“Were you just impatient?” Eva asked, teasingly, as she unrolled the flatware from the napkin. She shook it out with a jerk and tucked into the top of Theron’s shirt.

“No,” he said quietly. His hands, resting on his lap twitched. They wanted to reach for her, but could not. Should not. Eva decided to delay dinner.

Carefully, she draped herself in his lap, so that those anxious hands found the way to her with minimal motion, and Theron finally was able to hold her close. She’d held him on the shuttle, head in her lap, the pain obvious on his face, as Koth flew off like a man possessed…but in the rush to medical, he hadn’t been able to touch her. Have evidence she was alive and unharmed.

“I – I didn’t want you to die. I couldn’t stand it.” Theron drew in an uneasy breath, and his hands clutched at her, as her arms carefully hugged him around his neck. “I love you.”

“And the fact that I love you is why you’re here.” Eva drew back just far enough to look him in the eye. “Or is this still too close? Too vulnerable for you?”

There would always be a pause. That’s just how he was. But she always did crack open those defenses, slowly but inevitably, like her old omnitool. Theron shook his head.

She smiled.

“Dinner then?” he asked, hopefully.

With a laugh, Eva hauled herself up and got to the business of feeding Theron his dinner; he couldn’t use his arms to do it himself. “Are you actually going to go sleep in crew quarters?” he asked, halfway through.

Eva paused, fork halfway between them. “If you want me to,” she replied, honestly. “Might make it easier for your to sleep and get comfortable.”

He solemnly nodded, then his expression was all mischief. “You know, not all of my muscles were injured –”

Her laughter cut off the end of his salacious come-on.

Dessert that evening was very creative.

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #koth vortena

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soulinkpoetry · 5 months

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Amazing mural being created in Athens Greece of one of the karyatides. The one that is missing from the Acropolis museum in Athens Greece. It’s being held hostage by the British museum. They will not return what Elgin stole from the Greek heritage since the Ottoman Empire occupation of Greece . Our hearts will forever cry until all the Elgin marbles have been returned from the British museum.

Please support the return of the Elgin marbles to their rightful owner.

The term Parthenon Marbles or Parthenon Sculptures (Greek: Γλυπτά του Παρθενώνα) refers to sculptures—the frieze, metopes and pediments—from the Parthenon held in various collections, principally the British Museum and the Acropolis Museum in Athens.[2]

From 1801 to 1812, Elgin's agents removed about half the surviving Parthenon sculptures, as well as sculptures from the Erechtheion, the Temple of Athena Nike and the Propylaia, sending them to Britain in efforts to establish a private museum. Elgin stated he removed the sculptures with permission of the Ottoman officials who exercised authority in Athens at the time.[3] The veracity of Elgin's claim has been disputed.[4]

Their presence in the British Museum is the subject of longstanding international controversy. In Britain, the acquisition of the collection was supported by some,[5] while others, such as Lord Byron, likened Elgin's actions to vandalism or looting.[6] A UK parliamentary inquiry in 1816 concluded that Elgin had acquired the marbles legally.[7] Elgin sold them to the British government in that year, after which they passed into the trusteeship of the British Museum. In 1983, the Greek government formally asked the UK government to return them to Greece, and subsequently listed the dispute with UNESCO. The UK government and British Museum declined UNESCO's offer of mediation. In 2021, UNESCO called upon the UK government to resolve the issue at the intergovernmental level.[8]

The Greek government and supporters of the marbles' return to Greece have argued that they were obtained illegally or unethically, that they are of exceptional cultural importance to Greece, and that their cultural value would be best appreciated in a unified public display with the other major Parthenon antiquities in the Acropolis Museum. The UK government and British Museum have argued that they were obtained legally, that their return would set a precedent which could undermine the collections of the major museums of world culture, and that the British Museum's collection allows them to be better viewed in the context of other major ancient cultures and thus complements the perspective provided by the Acropolis Museum. Discussions between UK and Greek officials are ongoing.[9][10]

Source: Wikipedia

# return the Elgin marbles

Video by Constantino Mass

#return the Parthenon marbles #elgin marbles #Phidias #Acropolis #museum #Greece #mural #καρυάτιδες #τα μάρμαρα είναι δικά μας #soulinkpoetry #Ελλάδα

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zvaigzdelasas · 2 years

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Radio of Free Asia, sometimes called Radio Free Asia, was an anti-Communist radio station created by the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation which broadcast from Seoul into North Korea, China, and Vietnam.[1][2][3] In a congressional hearing, General Coulter, then President of the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation, declared Radio of Free Asia the principal project of the foundation.[4] It operated from 1966 to early 1970s.

The Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation (KFF) was first organized in Washington, D.C. in 1964 with the goal of "containing communism" in Asia.[1] The Korean Central Intelligence Agency (KCIA) put pressure on the KFF to support a project to broadcast anti-communist propaganda into nearby Asian communist states. The intention was to raise money for the project from the US. [5]

Radio of Free Asia (ROFA), as the radio station became known, began broadcasting from Seoul on 15 August 1966.[1][5] The first broadcast featured a taped message from Soong Mei-ling [wife of Chiang Kai-Shek].[3]

ROFA formally had an American chief but it's two directors of operations were KCIA operatives who worked under Kim Jong-Pil. The station was given free access to South Korean government facilities with broadcasts monitored by the KCIA's psychological warfare unit.[5] The US Justice Department later suggested the station was “acting under the direction of and control of the Korean Government”.[6]

Although mainly funded through private donations, it had the financial support of several elected officials before and after broadcasts began, including Senator Bob Dole and Presidents Truman and Eisenhower.[7] South Korean President Park Chung-Hee sent letters to 60,000 prominent Americans asking for contributions to the project.[6] Millions of dollars were raised for Radio of Free Asia through direct mail requests to American citizens, soliciting funds both by claiming they would finance the broadcasts and that they would aid starving children in Asia.[7]

In 1971, US government agencies, including the Justice Department, began investigating the station for alleged violation of the Foreign Agent Registration Act.[8][6] The broadcaster's status as a foreign private foundation was called into question due to the free air time provided by the South Korean government on its national network. Bo Hi Pak secured the services of former CIA Deputy Director of Intelligence Robert Amory Jr. for legal assistance to defend against these charges. At the time Amory was employed by the Thomas Corcoran law firm and was a legal counsellor to the CIA. The investigation was terminated in 1972 and soon after the station stopped broadcasting from Seoul.[6][8]

A newly disclosed Justice Department investigatior into organizations and persons connecter with the controversial Rev, Shn Myung Moon has raised the possibility that American citizens are illegally working on behalf of the South Korean Government.[...]

The Federal officials familiar with the inquiry were careful to assert that Mr. Moon himself and his Unification Church were not being investigated, because Constitutional questions of freedom of religion might be raised. Instead, the inquiry is focusing on organizations associated with the church.[...]

The Federal sources indicated that among the organizations under scrutiny were the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation, the Freedom Leadership Foundation, headed by Neil A. Salonen, the International Federation for Victory Over Communism, and the Little Angels of Korea, a children's singing group that tours overseas.[...]

This investigation is one element in broad inquiry that includes allegations that Park Tong Sun, a Korean businessman, and others bribed Congressmen and tried illegally to influence American policy. it also includes an investigation of whether officers of the K.C.1.A. coerced and violated the civil rights of Koreans living in America and Korean‐American citizens.

The South Korean Government, according to both Korean and American officials, has long been eager to improve the image of President Park Chung Hee and his administration. South Korea's economic development, and therefore some of its political stability, depends heavily on trade and financial help from the United States.[...]

Among the earliest missions with that objective was that of the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation, founded in 1964. Its head, Pak Bo Hi, joined it in early 1965, shortly after he resigned from the South Korean Arm”.[...]

Korean intelligence sources said that Mr. Pak is the K.C.1.A.'s channel to Mr. Moon, A Korean with access to K.C.I.A. reports said that “Pak Bo Hi is a very important man because he made Sun Myung Moon famous. It's all his idea.”

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boredtechnologist · 4 months

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MicroProse's "Sid Meier’s Pirates!" for the NES console

Reviewing MicroProse's "Sid Meier’s Pirates!" involves exploring the game's thematic elements, mechanics, and narrative, and interpreting these in the context of broader philosophical questions and concepts.

1. The Notion of Freedom and Moral Ambiguity: "Sid Meier’s Pirates!" places players in the role of a pirate, a figure traditionally associated with both freedom and moral ambiguity. Philosophically, this setting allows for an exploration of the concept of freedom – what it means to be free, the price of freedom, and its moral implications. As pirates, players operate outside the strictures of society, suggesting a form of absolute freedom, yet this freedom comes with the cost of potentially immoral acts like theft and violence. This dichotomy encourages players to reflect on the nature of freedom and the ethical boundaries they are willing to cross in its pursuit.

2. Power Dynamics and Authority: The game's setting in the Caribbean during the age of sail is rife with power struggles between different nations and within the hierarchical structures of naval and pirate crews. These dynamics raise philosophical questions about authority, power, and resistance. The player's ability to challenge and overthrow existing powers, either through allegiance with a state or as a free agent, touches upon theories of political philosophy and rebellion against authority.

3. The Role of Fate and Free Will: In "Sid Meier’s Pirates!", players make choices that affect their journey, from aligning with certain factions to engaging in battles. This interplay of choice and the game's random events (such as storms or encounters) brings into focus the philosophical debate of free will versus determinism. The game becomes a canvas to reflect on how much of our lives are governed by our choices versus external circumstances.

4. The Search for Identity and Self-Made Destiny: The game allows players to forge their path, rising from a lowly sailor to a feared pirate or a respected privateer. This aspect resonates with existentialist themes, particularly the creation of one's essence through actions. The player's journey can be seen as a quest for identity, where one's choices and actions define who they become, highlighting the existentialist belief in the individual's responsibility in shaping their destiny.

5. Ethical Considerations of Wealth and Power: As players accumulate wealth and power, the game prompts reflection on the ethics of wealth accumulation and the use of power. The decision-making in managing resources, engaging in trade, or plundering can lead to a philosophical examination of economic ethics, the consequences of wealth, and the moral responsibility that comes with power.

6. Nostalgia and Historical Representation: The game's romantic portrayal of the pirate life can be seen as a form of nostalgia, idealizing a bygone era. This raises questions about how history is represented in media and the effects of romanticizing the past. Philosophically, it opens a discussion about our perception of history, the selective glorification of certain aspects, and the ethics of historical representation in entertainment.

In summary, "Sid Meier’s Pirates!" offers more than just a strategic and adventurous gameplay experience; it serves as a medium for philosophical inquiry. The game engages with themes of freedom and morality, power dynamics, fate versus free will, identity, the ethics of wealth and power, and the representation of history, providing a rich tapestry for players to explore and reflect upon complex philosophical ideas.

#Ultra #MicroProse #Sid Meier #Pirates!#NES #Retro #Game #Retro game #Retro gaming #Pixel Crisis

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jaques-jj · 2 months

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A short introduction to Monsieur Jaques,

Previously licenced attorney, possessing a degree in law [criminal defence], Now working with a Monsieur J.G. Jopling (@mista-whiskas-im-sorry), a private inquiry agent.

I handle private business inquiries, my inbox is open to any of these! as well as any personal questions or letters.

Headcanon masterlist: [coming soon]

NOTE PLEASE THAT THIS IS ALL ONE BIG JOKE/GAG. NOTHING ON THIS BLOG IS TO BE TAKEN WITH ANY REAL SERIOUSNESS, SO PLEASE TRY NOT TAKE OFFENCE TO MY SILLINESS.

!!Mod notes under the cut, please read!!

[Moderator Note: Hiya you guys. My name is Jason, got my own account here @/average-jedtavius-enjoyer. This is a small sideblog/‘rp’ blog, and inside joke amongst some friends relating to the movie “The Grand Budapest hotel.” I do not promise there to be no cringe. Scroll at your own discretion. Selfship/oc x canon ship content are on this blog, please take note of this when reading!]

[I will not tolerate any hate to here - if you do not like this blog or its content please just click away! Remember folks, I would rather be cringe than be hateful!]

Other blogs running in this universe: @/mista-whiskas-im-sorry, @red-fuzz (oc blog), @funnimysteryman (oc blog), @xserge, @jemmas-jam (oc blog), @igor-up-and-down, @dima-desgoffe-und-taxis, @monsieur-gustaveh, @the-lobby-boy, @i-am-not-hunckels

#tgbh #the grand budapest hotel #grand budapest hotel #Jaques JJ #jasons stank ass art #rp account #intro post #oc rp

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putschki1969 · 2 years

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Hikaru Becomes a Freelance Artist!

After today’s earlier announcement of Hikaru’s departure from her agency Hifumi, we now get another big piece of news. Starting from November 1st, Hikaru is officially becoming a freelancer. With this additional info, it makes a lot more sense that she would move on to an animation studio that doesn’t really handle artist management. Turns out she will not be employed and managed by Okuruto Noboru Co., Ltd in the “traditional sense”. Instead, she has simply signed an agent contract which allows her all the freedom of a freelancer but still offers a certain range of support regarding marketing and promotion.

As expected, Hikaru is “rebranding” herself for this next step of her career or should I say, she going back to her roots? She is leaving the group project “H-el-ical//” behind after three years, the staff Twitter account has already been discontinued/deleted and I am assuming the YouTube account will most likely suffer a similar fate She is officially back to being just “Hikaru” again, her private Twitter and Instagram accounts have been updated accordingly. Hikaru also launched a new YouTube channel titled “Hikaru ch.” Be sure to SUBSCRIBE and watch her very first video here (Edit: The video has been removed/made private; You can watch it HERE):

As previously reported, Hikaru’s official fan club “Masani Hikaru” shall remain as it is but will be “renewed” under Okuruto Noboru Co., Ltd, meaning they are now in charge of the site’s management. Therefore, inquiries or fan letters need to be sent to Okuruto Noboru. A new monthly membership plan will also be introduced starting from Nov 1st. I guess more so than ever it is going to be important to support Hikaru via her fan club (since this is probably one of her few sources of income at the moment).

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Phew....too many announcements in one day. Not sure what to think of all of this. I would say it’s not a bad thing to become a freelance artist. As far as I can tell, it has worked quite well for Kaori Oda so maybe Hikaru can make it work too. Especially if she has YK’s support here and there. But oh boy, we are in dire need of a stabilisation phase. Something needs to happen soon, this current volatile situation is less than ideal.

#kalafina #hikaru #news #masani hikaru #freelancer hikaru

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jabbage · 1 year

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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nattravn-art · 5 months

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TTRPG Questionnaire

Tagged by @lipsie! Thank you this is lovely! :D

I'll answer for my butch main gal: the paranormal investigator Beatrice Blythe (homebrewed universe based on Call of Cthulhu, a pseudo Noir-fantasy universe set in an alternate reality version of the UK).

GENERAL

Name: Beatrice Blythe

Alias(es): None but her friends nickname her as Bea. A colleague of hers call her Sir. She likes that.

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 30

Place of birth: Small town in Wales

Spoken languages: English, Italian

Sexual orientation: Demi/lesbian... GIRLS!

Occupation: Paranormal investigator/detective

Class: Inquiry Agent

Ancestry: Human

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Amber

Hair color: Auburn (red)

Height: 1,80 m

Scars: Nothing notable (she's got a good healing skin)

Burns: Nothing notable

Overweight: No

Underweight: No

FAVOURITE

Color: Teal, warm browns, fall colours in general

Hair color: Doesn't care

Eye color: Doesn't care

Music genre: Doesn't listen that much to music but dances to swing.

Entertainment: Reading, dancing with her girlfriend.

Pastime: Reading too, and napping when she can. She has a bit of a.. sleep problem. She recently picked up endurance running.

Food: Mamma's ragú (she might be obligated to say that by Italian Family Law but she genuinely loves it)

Drink: Coffee, black, no sugar

Books: Nonfiction books for the most, she enjoys reading about practical things. She might enjoy a sappy lesbian romance book or two though, but you'd rather catch her dead before she admits it.

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Took a course in Criminology before an apprenticeship with a Detective before she applied for her own license.

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: No, and is not interested

Kissed a man: No

Kissed a woman: You bet!

Kissed someone of other gender(s): No

Gotten tattoos: No

Gotten piercings: No

Had a broken heart: Yes, when she got rejected by a crush. She then thought she didn't have time for relationships with her line of studies/work and grew close to her best friend she TOTALLY thought just saw her as a friend.

Been in love: Is very much in love with her girlfriend Lizzy.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Too many times, both due to her job and the fact otherworldly presences tend to find her at the dead of the night because they NEED her services to break their curse and have no concept of open hours.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Yes but only in the privacy of her bedroom.

A kisser: Only in private.

A smoker: Yes, of cigarettes and more rarely cigars

Jealous easily: No, she's exclusive with her girlfriend and has absolute trust in her.

Trustworthy: Absolutely, she puts her honour on the line and she has a VERY strong sense of honour. Even it it's detrimental to her sometimes.

Dominant: Quite often. She doesn't particularly like it but she has a very strong "no bullshit" rule and some people she works in collaboration with can pull up quite a lot of bullshit. She also has a temper.

Submissive: It depends of the situation but not often, and as long as she judges it to be fair.

Single: Nope!

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No

Wanted to kill someone: Yes, but more in the sense that she wished some people would drop dead.

Actually killed someone: No, but she's gotten into physical fights and might have sent some people to the hospital that way.

Ridden a horse: For her girlfriend's sake, yes!

Have/had a job: She's a detective at the head of her an agency that she co-owns with a colleague. She also has 3 associates and is part of a network of paranormal investigators.

Have any fears: Losing her loved ones or have them harmed by looking into too powerful forces/dangerous individuals.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Single child

Children: Two foster daughters, one that she gets along with greatly and another who she's quite similar with in character. They... tend to clash.

Grandparents: None, all passed

Parents: A witch and writer of a mother and historian of a father! Both are alive and teaching classes at university.

Aunts/Uncles: A bunch of them in Italy that she's barely met, from her mother's side.

Cousins: A bunch in Italy, she's barely met them too.

Pets: No but a benevolent twinned eldritch house spirit who she's welcomed into her home, under the pressure of her girlfriend/colleagues. They eat cobwebs and dust bunnies. She actually really likes them.

tagging @thecrimsonvalley-creates @guided-by-the-blood

#natt answers #lipsie #TTRPG questionnaire #I am SO sorry it took me so long to answer #I was very busy when I was tagged and thought I'd do it later and of course I forgot about it #my bad ;-;#hope y'all enjoy knowing a bit more about my main gal!#Blythe & Associates #Beatrice Blythe

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LOS ANGELES — A federal court jury on Thursday convicted a Bay Area man who was an FBI special agent of conspiring to accept at least $150,000 in cash bribes from a lawyer with ties to Armenian organized crime, authorities said.

Lafayette resident Babek Broumand, 56, was convicted on two counts of bribery of a public official, one count of conspiracy and one count of monetary transactions in property derived from specified unlawful activity, U.S. Attorney Martin Estrada of the Central District of California said in a statement.

Evidence at the 11-day trial showed Broumand accepted cash, checks, private jet flights, a Ducati motorcycle, hotel stays, escorts, meals and other items of value from the organized crime lawyer, Estrada said.

He was remanded into federal custody and is scheduled to be sentenced by U.S. District Judge R. Gary Klausner on Jan. 30, 2023. He faces maximum sentences of 15 years in federal prison for each bribery count; 10 years for each unlawful money transactions count; and five years for each conspiracy count.

The jury found Broumand not guilty of one count of bribery of a public official and one count of monetary transactions in property derived from specified unlawful activity.

According to Estrada, Broumand was an FBI special agent from January 1999 until search warrants were searched on his business and home in 2018. He was responsible for national security investigations from the FBI’s field office in San Francisco.

Estrada said that in return for the bribe payments, Broumand conducted law enforcement database inquiries and used them to help the organized crime lawyer and his associates avoid prosecution and monitoring. Authorities identified the lawyer only as E.S.

Broumand helped E.S. by informing him whether a particular person or entity was under criminal investigation, Estrada said. Broumand would tell E.S. to “stay away” from a person or that they were “OK,” according to Estrada.

To conceal their work, Estrada said Broumand made it appear as if E.S. was working as an FBI source. Broumand wrote reports after the fact to make it look as if he’d conducted legitimate law enforcement database inquiries, Estrada said.

E.S. paid Broumand at least $150,000 in cash and check bribes, as well as other accessories valued at more than $36,000, Estrada said. The bribes were deposited into the accounts for Love Bugs LLC, a Lafayette-based lice-removal hair salon business that Broumand and his wife started in 2007.

At one point early in the scheme, according to Estrada, E.S. asked Broumand to query the FBI database for Levon Termendzhyan, an Armenian organized crime figure for whom E.S. had worked. The database search revealed an FBI investigation in Los Angeles.

Estrada said court documents showed Broumand accessed the FBI case file on Termendzhyan repeatedly in January 2015 and again in May 2016.

A federal jury in Utah found Termendzhyan guilty in March 2020 on criminal charges related to a $1 billion renewable fuel tax credit fraud scheme, Estrada said. He still awaits sentencing on those charges.

Broumand also interfered with an FBI investigation into Felix Cisneros Jr., a corrupt special agent with the Department of Homeland Security Investigations. Cisneros also had ties to Termendzhyan. Cisneros was convicted at trial in 2018 for his corrupt acts with Termendzhyan and again earlier this year for his corrupt acts with E.S., Estrada said.

Cisneros is scheduled to be sentenced Oct. 17.

#nunyas news #massive corruption in the fbi #imaginee my shook

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Anon Asked: Q for Vees (and you too tbh): how do you kill the cringe reflex? Like... there are a bunch of people online that I LOVE but I feel like society has beat the cringe into me and it pops up with these people even though I love them. I hate that feeling and I want it gone, and I'm sure it'll just take time and effort to beat the cringe back out, but any tips? Really don't want to keep having this reflex about people I care about so much

The GF answered this question already here.

As for me, I’ve got two suggestions that I hope will, between them, offer something for everyone.

First up is to ask yourself why you cringe. Not why you think you should cringe, nor what excuse you give yourself for cringing, etc.

Your goal is to identify the actual, specific emotions you feel that you are referring to as ‘cringe.’ Not to assign moral value, just to identify them. Envy, humiliated, angry, whatever else. All emotional responses are equally moral. But you need to know what those emotions are.

Because when you do know, then you can determine how those emotions were inspired by the event/action/person you cringed at.

Once you have the answer to that (which may take many months of inquiry!), you’ll be able to unknot the negative emotions from the thing inspiring them. Once the negative emotional bond is gone, the impulse to cringe goes too.

If you’ve ever had Dialectical Therapy for acute PTSD, you probably recognize this process!

If that sounds too difficult, the "shortcut" version of this is to purposefully train yourself to feel positive emotions instead of the negative ones, without actually interrogating the negative ones. It's not as effective as the full process, but it's very effective!

It's the basic concept underlying, "I am cringe, thus I am free."

The second option is less self-improving, but you do need to have a firm sense of public vs private spaces, and to remember that social media is a public space.

With that in mind:

“What are the behaviours against which I feel morally justified in openly mocking in public? What are behaviours that I want to loudly signal immediate, absolute repulsion towards? What things are actually worthy of being cringed at in this way?”

Your answer will vary. You are your own moral agent, so you have to decide that for yourself.

Maybe you’ll decide to go a sort of Universally Placid route. I think that would be very admirable of you. I always find pacifists to be deeply admirable specifically because I do not have the space for that much kindness.

I imagine this is probably your best bet for truly "killing that which cringes" in a total and complete way. My understanding is that Buddhist scholars could help you with that far more than me.

I'm neither that patient nor that kind, so I opted for a more utilitarian approach:

It’s always the right time to mock white supremacy.

#answered asks #arionwind #anonymous #cringe #cringe culture #Kill not that which is cringe; rather kill that which cringes #I am cringe thus I am free

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Prompt 1: Envoy

Content Warning: Endwalker Spoilers

Another day of work.

Esredes did not get to head into his comfortable office today, not until after the lunch hour. Work called for him elsewhere.

He made his way through doors and halls in a tall, governmental building until he arrived to the meeting room, as he always did. There was always a higher up official there to brief him and the other Dravanian Alliance Diplomats on what they would be taking the airship over to Dravania to accomplish.

The higher up, of course, hadn't exactly been involved with the dragons before the war's end. Esredes was pretty sure he was assigned and doing his best. But really, most of his diplomatic coworkers were in the same boat. They were mostly Dragoons who, somehow, cast aside their hatred so quickly to believe themselves capable of talking to dragons.

In truth, Esredes was happy for them. They were seduced by the enemy enough to try something new, to grow themselves. And for the most part, he was comfortable with his coworkers nowadays. They allowed him to be himself, in a way most places did not.

But each time he took his seat, as he did now, and looked around at them, it became very apparent he was the odd one out.

Everyone else in this room had surely killed people like him. His allies. But now they wanted him to join them in creating a better future. Back in the day, the agent they sent to talk to him while he was hiding in blue checking out the city was very insistent he was needed, that his talents were special and would pave the way for the future.

Perhaps that agent was still right. But the more Esredes watched his coworkers become like the Dragoons of before, dragonriders who tried to intimately bond with dragons- the more he wondered if that would always be the case.

He was, after all, a liability. He always would be. But, all this time later, he hadn't been fired. So perhaps he was overthinking it, as usual.

On today's agenda, as he explained, they needed to follow up on inquiries made previously relating to the various dragonets who spent their time in the Firmament. At first, keeping to the Firmament kept everything about as neat and tidy as it possibly could be.

But dragonets were curious creatures. They wanted to explore, and though they had special permission to wander the city... problems were inevitably going to come out when citizens saw them elsewhere.

It was nothing major, some screaming and running away, but the fragility of peace meant a lot of reassurances, a lot of action or else, and so they soon boarded the airship and Esredes watched the clouds roll by, the wind blowing at his hair and clothes.

It was one of the only times he regularly got to be on an airship. For most people, it would be a wonder. And it still was, but flying yourself all the time certainly diminished it.

Actually talking to the dragons was always a task in and of itself. Despite the years of trying to help he had over the others, many of them still barely gave him the time. He was not Ysayle, despite his affiliation to her, and it showed. Often he held his tongue when he was called a foolish mortal for the fiftieth time, and simply accepted this is just how it would always be. It was always critical not to anger them in any sort of way, to bow your head and smile and be a good little mortal.

Today, that didn't really matter, though. After he was done trying to reassure their little ones would be safe in Ishgard, there was more on his mind, and so he lowered his voice.

"I need to seek an audience with Vedrfolnir," he said. "At his convenience, but it's important. I believe a sect of Nidhogg's he drove off in the past is up to dangerous activity again. I've uncovered some troubling information."

He would repeat this to many before the mission ended, away from the ears of his coworkers. Though he appreciated them, this was a private matter between him and the Sky Vigil. He might be one among many here, but now he was practically that group's unofficial diplomat.

But that was news for later. By the time they came back on the airship, he was tired, and quite ready to leave and go back to Ferrant's offices, and so he made his way down the hall quickly.

"Rosemond?" Came the call of a voice, however, and he turned his head and stopped abruptly, blinking.

Down the hall was a Hyur man he vaguely recognized from his time in the Alliance. He had been around during Garlemald and Thavnair. They didn't really talk much, but there was enough mutual comradery you formed with someone after such events.

"Oh my gods," he said, turning right back around. "You. What are you doing here, of all places? How have you been?" The uniformed man smiled back. "Oh, life has been slow since. But I digress," he waved a hand. "What's a good room to talk privately in here?" Esredes took a quick look around the hall. "In here," he said, opening the door to draw them both into a smaller meeting room with just a single wooden round table. “Perfect.” The man took a seat. “Nice building you’re working out of. Ul’dah’s quarters are too stuffy compared to this.” “I’m not here most of the time.” He said, taking a seat opposite him. “But what’s this about?” "Well," the man stretched his arms out in front of himself, then dropped them. "I was sent here to talk to you because. First of all, your Maelstrom contact wanted so. Do you remember his name?" Esredes' mind ran through his Maelstrom network spies before it clicked. Do you remember his name. No, he meant an Alliance contact. "You mean Leon?" He forgot his surname. Forename would surely be enough, right?

"Yes. All right, he wanted to make sure I asked that." The man said. "The Alliance is trying something out. All alliances, to be specific. Not just the Eorzean one. In the wake of the Final Days and all of that, it was proposed recently to form a committee. A committee to make diplomacy between nations easier and try to promote cultural exchange. Now that the Star isn't at war." Esredes blinked at this. "That's a lot." He said. "I mean it makes sense, but that's a lot. So do you need recommendations from the diplomats in here? I don't really work with the main ones a lot, so I fear I'm not the person to ask, but I can redirect you to their offices?" "No no no," he said. "I'm just here for you, Esredes." "Ah. Well, you might be out of luck, sorry. I'm not a proper diplomat." He shrugged. "I can only work with the dragons. I have no authority to speak for Ishgard on behalf of anything anywhere." "You're not getting it." He said. "They're not just interested in having nations represented. Since Ishgard and dragons have an alliance, they are effectively, in a way, their own group." Esredes blinked again. "...So they want Hraesvelgr's brood to be part of the conversation." "Something like that," he waved a hand. "Are you interested?" "Back up a moment." Esredes said. "You're asking me to do it? You know... no, I guess you don't know. I'm the one who is the most likely to eventually get fired here." "Why's that?" Esredes paused a moment. That... was a more loaded question than he was actually prepared to explain. "Um... because of my legal history." "Do you think the Alliance really cares about that?" "No, but Ishgard itself might. A lot." "You're not representing Ishgard, like you said. You're representing the dragons." "Hraesvelgr's brood," he corrected. "The dragons have no desire to be a single entity. I know little of those in Meracydia or anywhere else." "Right, right. That. Still, you were approved for the Alliance, so you're cleared for Alliance efforts like this. I don't really think Ishgard can say no." "Hm." He said. It was one thing to speak for them on Ishgard's behalf. It was another to try and hope he could speak for them on a wider stage. He was, after all, not one of them, at his core. And he never would be. And yet, the cruel irony, that they could not even represent themselves properly. "Well, uh. If they want me to... and they don't want to ask. The others?" "I don't think any of them are registered with the Alliance like you." He said. "And honestly, I don't know them." "...That's it?" "Did you expect there to be more?" He shrugged. "I mean, I'm not exactly Ishgardian. Look at me. I hate the cold. Ser Kainen already cleared you of all the legal troubles when you signed up before. No one outside of Ishgard really knows or cares about the whole heretic thing. I barely understand it myself, like, I don't know what the problem really is. Doesn't everyone get accused of that here?" "It's... more complicated than that." "Then can you do it or not?" "I... mmm. I guess I don't know. If it is as you said, I suppose. There is no reason I can't. But would I have to go in with the Ishgardian representative?" "Probably? Is that a problem?" "...I don't know." He said. "I guess that depends on who it is." "I don't know who it's going to be. Not really here to cover that. So, let's focus back on you. Do you want to become a part of this committee? It might not even work out how they hope. It's an experiment. It's not like you're selling your soul or whatever they say up here. They just need people."

Esredes leaned back and exhaled a sigh. This was loaded. He... certainly missed going abroad like in the Alliance. This wasn't military, but. Did he trust himself to speak for his distant allies, uncaring as they might be at times? Or even more... did this also allow him to speak for his truer allies, even if he couldn't possibly imagine much that affected them on an international scale?

"I have to clear it with people depending on how much of a commitment this is." He said. "But I'm certainly... very willing to consider it." Gods, he wasn't a real diplomat. What was he doing. "All right," The other man said back in a chipper manner. "Good. When the next meeting happens they'll make arrangements. If you're in, come to the next meeting?" "...Sure. I can. Clear my schedule, probably. Do I need to do paperwork or something." "We'll get to that once you're on board." He stood up. "I have more stops to make, but someone will be along later. I just needed your answer for now. Take care, all right? I'll see you again soon." Esredes smiled a little back, standing up as well. "Sure thing. Thank you, for coming. For the offer. I appreciate it, a lot." He waved him off and went to the door. "Until next time!"

And then Esredes was alone. He sighed softly, making his own exit now, grabbing his coat on the way out and pulling it around himself as he entered the cold of Ishgard and made the walk towards Ferrant's office space, racking his brain to be sure he remembered all his counseling appointments later in the day.

Gods. The counseling's expansion was one thing, as was Sky Vigil, but he never anticipated more to come of the diplomacy. Maybe some of his friends and allies were right. He was going to overwork himself to death. Eh. Worse ways to die.

There were so many questions and concerns in his head, as there usually was with most anything for the man. What level of officiality did this grant? What exactly was he supposed to do? And more importantly, was he even qualified for this, remotely?

Probably not. He'd been winging this job since day one. Somehow it hadn't fallen apart yet, and he was still here.

Always, he was still here.

What are you getting yourself into this time, Esredes, he told himself. First Alvere was being asked to play Good Inquisitor for the Tribunal for whatever that was, and now this happens to him? Oh gods. He'd need to bring out his ceremonial outfit for the Armistice Day again, maybe. He'd have to look incredibly presentable. This was one of those times he cursed himself for being the least physically appealing Elezen again.

Maybe if you don't repeat the Embassy incident and get drunk, it'll be fine. He told himself. Or maybe you're over in your head again and should've said no. What the hells are you even doing.

Well, he supposed he didn't know. But maybe he'd find out, or maybe it'd just end up not being anything. His entire life was already a diplomacy game, not one he was particularly good at, but one he persisted in nonetheless.

Esredes turned a corner and headed down the street his workplace was at. Ah, this had been a tiring morning. Too much to think about. Time to settle in to work with lunch and try not to think too hard.

#ffxivwrite2023 #writing #alvere #leon #kainen #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv endwalker spoilers #ew spoilers #sky vigil #screenshots #princely military attire

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