#proxy bid

[vishalsharma1996]

What is a proxy bid

A proxy bid is a type of bid that allows bidders to place a maximum bid on an item without having to be present at the auction. This is done by providing the auction house with a proxy bid form, which specifies the maximum amount that the bidder is willing to pay for the item. If the item sells for less than the proxy bid, the bidder will not be charged. However, if the item sells for more than the proxy bid, the bidder will be charged the difference. Proxy bids are a popular option for bidders who are unable to attend an auction in person, or who do not want to risk overpaying for an item. They can also be used to place bids on items that are expected to sell for a high price. Here is how proxy bids work: The bidder fills out a proxy bid form and specifies the maximum amount that they are willing to pay for the item. The auction house receives the proxy bid form and keeps it on file. When the auction begins, the auction house will bid on behalf of the bidder up to the amount specified on the proxy bid form. If the item sells for less than the proxy bid, the bidder will not be charged. If the item sells for more than the proxy bid, the bidder will be charged the difference. Proxy bids can be used in a variety of auctions, including online auctions, live auctions, and silent auctions. They are a convenient and easy way to place bids on items without having to be present at the auction.

[beatcroc]

something about perspective, representation, or finding beauty in imperfection, i don't know. i mostly just wanted to say that fake pep looks like shitty ice cream.

[tsubasaclones]

logged into zenmarket for the first time in like 3 years and i still had like 100 yen sitting in my account because the one time i used it i had a small amount of cashback or whatever

[crowswarm]

ill build on this later but i gotta document the idea while im thinking about it. the reason why adam adopted and turned clarissa is because clarissas father was adams familiar

[auctionpl7]

Proxy Bidding: The Smart Way to Secure Your Desired Items

In the dynamic arena of auctions, proxy bidding stands out as a game-changer for many bidders. This bidding mechanism allows participants to remain competitive in an auction without being physically present or continuously monitoring the bidding process. Proxy bidding is particularly beneficial in online auctions, where it has revolutionized the way people bid.

So, how does proxy bidding work? Essentially, it involves setting a maximum bid for an item you're interested in. Once you've entered this maximum amount, the auction system automatically places bids on your behalf, keeping you in the lead up to your specified limit. The beauty of proxy bidding is that it does the hard work for you, ensuring you don't miss out on an item due to timing or inability to continuously track the auction.

One of the most significant advantages of proxy bidding is the level of control it offers. By setting your maximum bid, you effectively cap your spending, preventing the risk of getting carried away in the heat of the auction and overspending. The system bids the smallest possible increment to keep you in the lead, potentially enabling you to win the item for less than your maximum bid if competition is low.

Proxy bidding also adds a layer of anonymity and strategy to the auction process. Other bidders don't know your maximum limit, creating an unpredictable and exciting bidding environment. It keeps the auction fair, as every bidder has an equal opportunity to set their maximum bid according to their personal valuation of the item.

In summary, proxy bidding is a convenient, strategic, and user-friendly approach to participating in auctions. It offers a stress-free way to stay in the running for desired items, ensuring you never miss a beat in the fast-paced world of online bidding. Whether you're an avid collector, a casual buyer, or a first-time auction participant, proxy bidding can enhance your auction experience by combining efficiency with the thrill of the bid.

[eggo-tistical]

sorry can we just talk about how light's choice for another kira proxy (doubling as a manservant) was a pale, sallow faced man with black shaggy hair, who was young enough to be around his age.... like i'm probably reaching but it's both so sickening and pathetic that he selected mikami, who did what L never would: worship light and carry out his bidding

[bishonenspit]

okay so the first story is the most plausible because it's the one i have the most evidence of. for context one of my most hunted for items is a patalliro watch (as pictured in this ad in hana to yume) and ages ago (so long that my proxy no longer shows it in my history so i want to say a little over two years?) it popped up for auction and i set a snipe bid on it and lost by ONE bid past my bid limit. a few days later the watch appeared in a little merch display for the movie screening event held with maya sensei (as pictured here in this tweet from his assistant's account). the timing was so perfect I am literally 99% certain it was the watch i bid on as it looks totally identical. the other instance is less direct (proxy actually cancelled my bid due to an error) but a letter set i tried to bid on was won and again it showed up (this time signed!!) at another little merch display. it's not that exciting but he is my sworn nemesis and he has no idea.

god have i ever mentioned here that on two occasions i am pretty sure i have lost auctions to maya mineo's assistant

[lexirosewrites]

You should've told me specifically abt the need for more slick sunday thoughts

I am thinking abt county fairs. Specifically the competition aspects, baked goods & vegetable sizes, live stock is big thing if I remember idk we don't have county fairs like tht where I live

ALL THIS TO SAY

A!Wayne has entered the Roan County Fair Pie Competition 🥧 going on nearly 15 years, he has won a ribbon once & it was for 3rd place. Which normally would've been incredible except Wayne is every bit as competitive as his nephew

1st place of the various cooking events get some prize money & their recipe is put into a county wide cookbook. One person has consistently won 1st place more often than not & tht is Old Lady Doris Harrington. She has become Wayne's one sided nemesis, never mind tht she is consistently deserving of the ribbon or tht she's as sweet as the peach pie she won with in 1980 or tht she runs a book club (tht wayne is always invited to meetings for) out of the impressive private library of her family estate. But this year will be different, this year Wayne is destined for the shiny blue 1st place ribbon. Old Lady Harrington admitted at last year's fair her doctor & grandson didn't want her do so much with her hands any longer because of an arthritis diagnosis.

NOW LISTEN Wayne has NEVER wished outright ill or bad fortune on Hawkins sweetest resident BUT HE WANTS TO WIN & THIS YEAR MIGHT BE IT, Wayne tells Eddie everyday of April while he's testing & fine tuning his pie recipe tht the summer of 1987 is his year!!

A!Eddie rolls his eyes & forces down a bite of yet more blueberry pie, he can't wait for it all to b over bc he won't b able to look at a blueberry till the fair rolls around next year

Every other weekend Eddie hosts some kids at their small home for a game of d&d, Claudia Henderson is always the one to drop off Dustin & Lucas & Erica then spend twenty minutes commiserating w Wayne about Doris Harrington's winning streak. Claudia might have won the blue ribbon 3 times but no one in Roane County wins the pie competition as consistently as Mrs Harrington so there's a mutual understanding btwn all the other competitors tht they aren't baking to beat eachother, but to beat Mrs Doris Harrington.

Except, this week in late April it isn't Claudia's car tht pulls up with the 3 kids. It's a Beemer, a nice one too. Well cared for and driven by someone who turns out to be the most beautiful omega Eddie has ever seen.

He introduces himself as Steve, tht he's moved to Hawkins to take care of his grandmama who is neighbors w Claudia, tht Claudia got called into work at the hospital unexpectedly and so she'd asked Steve to help her.

Steve comments briefly on the smell of pie & Eddie can't help the groan he let's out. Eddie explains his uncles one sided vendetta to win the blue ribbon at the Roan County Fair Pie Competition at the end of May & tht it means Eddie won't be able to look at a blueberry for years. He's rewarded w a light laugh before Steve mentions his grandmother always entered tht Competition but she couldn't this year & was pretty bummed about it. Then Steve says he might sign up just so she can be involved by proxy, but he won't expect to win. Steve leaves with a wave & a blush & an honest giggle when Eddie uses all of his theatrical talent to bid the omega goodbye.

Eddie is great at multitasking so he daydreams abt a life with Steve and gives the kids a hell of a session to play.

It isn't till the kids r all waiting to get picked up, munching on pieces of pie Wayne placed in front of them tht Erica drops the bomb tht Steve is Doris Harrington's grandson... Wayne doesn't think anything of it till Dustin loudly remarks abt Steve signing up for the pie competition now tht he's a resident of Hawkins

Shenanigans ensue, steddie get together in the midst of pie competition drama, Wayne thinks Steve is going to beat them all at the competition till the day arrives & everyone learns Steve has entered the newly established savory pie competition, which steve does win the blue ribbon in & Doris congratulates her grandson & when Wayne wins 1st place in the more famous long standing sweet pie competition the old woman gives him the pie dish she won her first blue ribbon with.

by the time the Roane County Fair rolls around the next year steddie r mated & had a ceremony in the landscaped back garden of the large Harrington estate, Steve enters the sweet pie competition & when he wins the blue ribbon he dedicates it to his late grandmama Doris Harrington

none of you have any reason to know this about me but since I live in rural af Ohio, we have massive county fairs and I’m obsessed with going to them. the food, the animals, the music!!!! love the vibes and the sweetness of pie competitions🥺💕

[bloody-heartstrings]

creepypasta oc ^^

Lexi Kills, also known as Lexi Keller, is from Twisp, Washington. She’s one of Slenderman’s (who she calls The Stalker) many, many victims, but is one of the few he kept alive.

She wasn’t driven mad, but was taken by him after an incident with her best friend, Nia. It was his intention to, but he got impatient.

Slenderman, in this universe, is more ruthless. He lacks all capability for human emotion, yet has the intelligence of the smartest lot of them, and is driven by his hunger for control and souls. He is also very sadistic, seeming to find some strange joy in torturing his ‘pets’, also known as his proxies, which he does by forcing them to do his bidding and mentally torturing them when they resist.

Lexi is one of those pets.

[lordprettyflackotara]

chapter eight || hitchhiker || the proxies

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: humiliation like big time please read with discretion, degrading, rough sex, breeding kink, choking, face fucking

Masky knew time was running out.

In his hand sat a scrub brush, his fingers gripping the wood so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He knew they were running out of time. The Operator wanted you. He could see it now. He had been a blind fool to not realize it sooner. Your paranoia. Masky felt like a fool to ever even think that them being around you wouldn't cause this. He gritted his teeth as he scrubbed at your kitchen floor. They needed to do what they did best: disappear.

Toby was keeping The Operator busy, Hoodie occupied with finding Nova. They had agreed to let her live for your sake, so you would have someone while they were gone. Leaving meant one thing for certain: absolutely no traces were to be left behind that they were over there. No fingerprints, items, hairs, or any sign. Masky knew this is what they had to do. It was for your own good. They couldn't let The Operator have you. You didn't deserve this life of imprisonment. It was then your apartment door slammed open, your small figure shaking with rage. Masky's eyes widened, his expression hidden under his mask. You slammed the door behind you, reaching around to your back waistband.

You weren't proud of your decision to steal from Nova. She was your best friend. But as you clutched the metal piece in your hands, you had never felt more alive. You held out the stolen gun, aiming it at Masky's crouched figure.

"Who are you?" You asked coldly. You had never felt more explosive with emotions, your heart racing. "My name is Masky. I am a mere alter created by the Tim you know and love," Masky said flatly. You narrowed your eyes, your eyebrows furrowing. "Explain yourself," You ordered. Masky raised his hands, slowly rising to his feet. He noted you wearing his jacket even as you pointed a gun at him. "There's too much to explain, what you need to know-" Masky began, your audible scoff cutting him off. Your face was twisted in anger and betrayal, your hands beginning to visibly shake. "I don't give a shit what you think I need to know. Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave out any details and i-i'll shoot!" You exclaimed.

Masky straightened his shoulders, eyeing you through his mask. "When you met us we had just gotten done with murdering Detective Williams, or whatever his name is. They all blend in together after a while. May I sit? We're going to be here for a while," Masky asked. He gestured to your coffee table. You frowned, cocking your gun towards the table. Masky recognized it to be a python. The same one Nova had threatened to kill Toby with. "I can listen to the story without your mockery. Detective Winston had a family. He had a community that looked up to him," You spat, venom lacing your words. Masky dug in his jean pocket, yanking out a box of cigarettes.

"They always do. He made himself a target by investigating the proxy symbol. I know Nova has showed it to you," Masky said. He was merely guessing, but your face twisting in surprise confirmed his suspicion. "The proxy symbol has been around for centuries. It was created by my maker, The Operator. An unstoppable supernatural entity that diminishes the sanity of his victims. The ones he wants to make proxies at least," Masky explained. He took out a cigarette, not bothering to offer you one. You looked like you could use one though. Your shaking was very noticeable. "When he plants the proxy symbol at a location. He has a specific target in mind. Once the target breaks down to his liking, he'll turn them into what we are. Enslaved proxies mindlessly forced to do his bidding," Masky told you. Masky knew it was highly unprobeable you'd actually pull the trigger.

But to make you feel better he took his lighter out of his pocket slowly. "However, in the modern day world, getting a proxy is a bit more tricky. Back when Hoodie and I-" He started, noticing you looking lost. He flicked the lighter, igniting the end of his stick. "Hoodie is Brian's alter. We were created due to Tim and Brian's mental corruption and faltering. We can swallow what The Operator wants. They can't," Masky clarified. He inhaled his cigarette, any protest of him smoking inside being kept to yourself. "Back to what I was saying. Back then, maybe seven years ago, people just used missing posters and if you weren't found in 48 hours, you were presumed dead. Nowadays there's cameras and more compassion," Masky rambled. He exhaled his cigarette through his mouth, a difference between him and Tim.

"Killing cops and detectives isn't our bread and butter you know. We used to just clean up corpses or crime scenes. But that symbol reaching a wider audience is lethal to life as you know it. Nova really fucked up, plastering that shit on television," Masky said in an annoyed tone. Your eyes were beginning to water, your energy spent on fighting back the tears that threatened to poor. "Why?" You asked. Masky raised his hand, as if having a gun at him was unfazing. "I'm getting there princess," Masky replied. He inhaled more of his cigarette, before quickly exhaling. The buzz gave him a decent amount of relief from stress. "When The Operator plants a symbol somewhere, he has a singular target in mind. If it gets exposed to too many people, they could suffer from his wrath too. You'd be surprised how many people are one day away from snapping. He targets the mentally weak, like Tim and Brian. The weak with deep down issues that he could exercise to his advantage," Masky said dryly.

"Don't say that!" You hissed. Masky gave you an odd look, one concealed by his mask. "Why? Because you made out with Brian? Because you shared a cigarette with Tim?" He questioned. Your tears were flooding your waterline now, blinks away from free falling. "Well listen up princess. They're the reason you're fucked," Masky barked. The tears became too much, two droplets sliding down your cheeks. "The Operator has now shown interest in you. And it's their fault. It's also mine, for not putting a bullet through your skull when I had the chance," He said coldly. Your hands were shaking, your finger trembling against the trigger. You had never shot a gun in your life. You feared if you removed your finger he would stop talking. But you also feared if you kept it there you may accidentally pull the trigger.

"And Toby?" You asked.

Masky picked up his head, "What about him?"

"How does he play into all of this? You haven't mentioned him once," You explained. Masky took another sharp inhale, the tobacco smoke circling around his lungs. "The kid was practically adopted by The Operator when he burned down his house. Tourette's, schizophrenia, and the inability to feel pain. The Operator’s perfect adopted child. Not including his homicidal tendencies," Masky told you. Your eyes widened, your heart beginning to throb painfully. "Homicidal tendencies?" You whispered. It suddenly occurred to you. Nova had been right all along. Masky pistol whipped you. He was responsible for the bullet wounds. "He cuts up the bodies?" You said, phrasing your words as more of a question. Masky nodded affirmatively. "Like no one you've seen before," He confirmed. You felt your stomach churn, nausea ensuing quickly. They were murderers, all of them.

You blinked slowly, soaking all of it in. You glanced over at your kitchen, noting a duffel bag on your counter and Masky's abandoned scrub brush on the floor. "Why were you cleaning my apartment?" You asked. Masky ran his fingers through his choppy hair. "To leave no traces of us. This is what we do. We get the job done, then we disappear," He said, the words spilling out like he didn't want to say them. You froze, his words soaking in. They were leaving? After everything that had happened? "And the duffel bag?" You questioned. Masky slowly rose from the coffee table, taking one last puff of his cigarette before tossing it into the sink.

He grabbed it, yanking open the zipper and tossing it upside down. Out spilled handfuls of hundred dollar bills. You had never seen so much hard cold cash before, your heart plummeting at the sight. “What is this supposed to be?” You gasped. Masky tossed the duffel bag aside. “A peace offering. We’re hoping you can forgive us. That’s around fifty thousand dollars. That’ll pay off your debts. Take the money and Nova and get the fuck out of town,” Masky advised. You temporarily put down the gun, feeling defeat.

“Thats what you think I want? To forget the three of you? Why did you do this to me? Use me to get to Nova? You-” You babbled, pausing when you realized you weren’t talking to Tim. You swallowed, choking on your own words. “Was it a game? To all of you? To Brian? Hood- Hoodie? Toby? Tim? You?” You questioned. Masky lifted his mask, tossing it aside. “Listen to me very carefully princess. Hoodie and I may have started off that way but you have no idea how much you’ve grown on us. How much we care about you. I mean, for fucks sake we just gave you fifty grand,” Masky said. You stomped over to him, grabbing a handful of the cash and throwing it at his chest.

“You think I give a shit about any of that? I let the three of you, five of you, what the fuck ever, into my goddamn life and not only, do you lie to me about who you are. You murder people due to a demon that you attached to me and now you’re just going to up and leave? Thats your resolution?” You exclaimed. Masky went to take a step towards you, your arm raising the gun out of instinct. “Dont fucking touch me or I swear to God i’ll shoot,” You threatened. The swelling in your chest was immense, pressure assaulting your chest.

For the first time in Masky’s existence, he felt something unfamiliar. He watched as you struggled to stay upright, your chest rising and lowering at a dramatic rate. “I don’t understand, why are you upset? This is the best course of action,” Masky said bluntly. You wiped away a few tears, your lip quivering uncontrollable. “Because I fucking care about you! About all of you!” You bellowed. Masky froze, watching your hand shake as you gripped the gun. He realized what he was feeling, his mouth running dry.

Remorse. He felt remorse.

In a swift motion Masky charged at you, one hand gripped around the python, the other backing you into the front door. His large fingers gripped around the gun, angrily tossing it to the side. “First things first princess, you ever aim a gun at me again i’m going to shoot you with it. Secondly, the next time you aim a gun at someone, maybe take the gun off of safety first,” He growled. You shook under his touch as he towered over you. “And thirdly, I care about you too,” Masky confessed softly. You stared up at him, the face of the man who you had shared a cigarette with and bought you cupcakes on a late night whim. Unsurely he brought his hand to your face.

He cupped your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears that stained your soft skin. You searched his eyes unsurely. “There isn’t shit we can do now about how we got here. But I want the best for you,” Masky told you. You put your hand on top of his, closing your eyes. “You all cant leave me. You- you can’t,” You whimpered. Masky’s gaze softened, watching tears flow freely. His thumbs couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. “You’re all I have,” You uttered. It occurred to Masky then, the situation you were truly in.

You had Nova, sure. But how long was it before she wanted a family of her own? Maybe she would keep you around, sure. But you worked a dead end job, one that clearly was not paying the bills. Your dreams were far and out of reach. You had no contact with anyone else besides them. How could he do it? How could Masky leave you here all by yourself? He always thought of himself to be stronger than this. To be stronger than Tim. He was created to be a ruthless obedient murder machine. Yet as you sobbed into his hand, he realized he may be more than that. He couldn’t allow The Operator to have you. He knew that for certain. But all he could do for now, was have you to himself.

He guided your head, using his hand to guide your chin to look at him. You swallowed, your eyes glassy as Masky pressed his lips to yours. His lips were rough, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck without a second thought. He pushed you flat against the door, his large hands roaming down your body. Briefly he bent down, reaching under your thighs. “Jump,” He grumbled against your lips. You did as commanded, the brunette lifting you like you weighed nothing at all.

Your legs wrapped around Masky’s waist out of instinct, his bulge rubbing against your clothed core. He began to slowly grind against you, the two of you groaning in each other’s mouths. Your hands found his hair, gently tugging at the roots as you meshed your lips against his. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, causing you to whine as you granted him access. Involuntarily you pulled him closer and closer, wanting Masky as close to you as humanly possible. “I have to warn you princess, I don’t play nice,” Masky huffed, pulling away from your lips. His cock was throbbing his jeans, each subtle movement of his hips resulting in a whine escaping your throat.

“I don’t want nice. I want you,” You whispered. Your doe eyes met his, your words only making him more flustered. “I’m not like Toby, I could seriously hurt you,” Masky repeated. You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering to his lips. “So hurt me then,” You agreed. Masky’s eyebrows raised, a devious smirk crossing his lips. “You sure you can handle it pretty girl?” He questioned. He brought his hand to your throat, squeezing the sides. You groaned as he restricted your airway, your hips rolling against his. “Holy fuck, you really are a slut,” Masky grumbled. He licked his lips, setting you down on the floor.

His hands fiddled with your sweatpants, shoving them and your panties down to the floor in a careless motion. You expected him to lead you to the couch or to drop to his knees. To do anything but what he did next. In a swift motion he picked you up by your thighs, nuzzling his face in between your thighs. Fear washed over you as he held you mid air, your back hitting the wall. You were almost touching the ceiling, your mouth running dry. “M-Masky i’m not sure-” You started to protest, Masky’s curious eyes gazing up at you. He held you as if you weighed nothing, his mouth dangerously close to your cunt.

“Something wrong princess? I thought you said you could handle it,” Masky chuckled. He straightened out his back, unfazed by holding you standing up.He had looped your legs over his shoulders, hit breath fanning over your folds. "It's just a b-bit high up here," You stuttered. Masky leaned forward, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds. "I got you princess, now relax and fall apart for me," Masky purred. He brought his mouth to your clit, groaning into your folds as he devoured your pussy. Your core was aching, praying for more. His tongue wasn't enough, each flick making your body shudder. You began to relax, raking your hands through his hair as he lapped at your cunt.

Unlike Toby he was far more rough and assertive, his tongue teasing your entrance before continuing to lap any juices you produced. His grip on you was tight, your head tilting back against the wall as he held you in place. You felt the rope inside of you tighten. "Fuck Masky right fucking there! So close," You slurred. Masky took one last long lap of your cunt, before bringing you back to the floor. The tension inside of you dissolved. "W-what was that? I was so close!" You hissed. Masky grabbed a handful of your hair, dragging you over to the couch. He threw you over the arm of the couch, your ass high in the air. A sharp slap was delivered to your skin, a chill running down your spine.

"You'll take what I give you. Such a whiny little thing," Masky purred. He rubbed the skin he had slapped, admiring your flesh turning a deep red. The pain he delivered was gratifying, your core throbbing with a different desire. An ache you had never craved before. You turned around, throwing yourself to the ground. "What do we have here? A cock hungry whore?" Masky mused. You yanked at his belt, before undoing his jeans. Masky couldn't deny you, his desire for you too much to ignore any longer. You brought his cock into your mouth without a second thought, your doe eyes staring up at him. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking his cock down to the base.

"Do- Do you want me to face fuck you?" Masky asked unsurely. You nodded as best as you could with his length down your throat, the sight setting Masky's body on fire. He grabbed your hand, putting it in a neat ponytail. "Your wish is my command princess. Why don't you touch that pretty cunt of yours?" He suggested. You slithered one of your hands down to your cunt, rubbing circles around your clit as Masky moved his hips. His cock hit the back of your throat slowly, his eyes gleaming with pride as you took him in stride. You whined around his cock as your core ignited with a familiar flame. The vibrations made Masky moan your name, his grip on your hair now tightening.

"How did I ever think of leaving? Fuck!" Masky moaned. His hips began to move faster, his cock abusing your throat as it pleased. You gagged around his thick shaft, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth. Humiliatingly it dripped down your chin, a small puddle of it forming on the floor. You circled your clit faster, gagging on Masky as he shoved himself down your throat. "Such a good slut for me. So fucking good. Fucking hell," Masky grunted. Tears flooded your waterline again, this time the sight satisfying to the brunette standing above you. He enjoyed seeing you so hungry for his cock. So desperate to get off that you'd let him throat fuck you as you played with yourself.

You could feel yourself getting close again, this time your eyes pleading as they looked at Masky. "Can I cum?" You asked, your words muffled by his shaft. Masky pulled himself out of your throat, a thick string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. "Look at you. Asking me to cum like a good girl," Masky praised. You continued to circle your clit, the brunette crouching down to your level. He grabbed your chin roughly, planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. "That's too fucking bad that you need to cum already. You're only allowed to cum on my cock," Masky spat. He grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing you towards the floor. You held your ass high in the air, whimpering as you forced yourself to disconnect your fingers from your clit.

Masky made his way behind you, pressing down on your back for a better arch. "You need to cum on a real mans dick princess. Lucky for you i'm here," Masy huffed. He slapped his tip on your drenched folds, the slightest sensation making you squirm. He pushed himself inside of you, both of you groaning in unison. "You're so lucky i'm here. If Tim was doing this he'd hold your hand. But that's not what you want. Is it?" He asked mockingly. He grabbed your wrist, pinning them behind your back as he bottomed out inside of you. "You want to be degraded and be a whore, don't you?" Masky tsked. You squeezed his shaft, then attempting to wiggle your helps so the brunette would move. "I'm not a whore!" You protested weakly. Masky grinned devilishly, pushing your head to the ground.

Your face was an inch away from your previously fallen saliva, your eyes widening. "Lick it up or I won't fuck you," Masky threatened calmly. You hesitated, his hand roughly grabbing your hair, guiding you over to the pool of saliva. "I don't think I stuttered princess," He growled. Humiliated, you stuck out your tongue, deciding to lick the saliva off of the floor. "Only whores do this kind of shit to get fucked. Guess that makes you a whore," Masky chuckled darkly. He began to move his hips, moans escaping your lips as you licked the wood below you. "You're my whore though, don't you ever forget it," Masky rambled. He snapped his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot with ease.

Your body shook as Masky pounded into you, his fingers gripping your waist so hard your sinful noises were a mixture of pain and pleasure. You couldn’t control the sounds you made, Masky’s cock pounding into you mercilessly. You felt the cord inside of you tighten again, Masky’s thrust alone enough to send you over the edge. “My fucking whore. C’mere,” Masky snarled. He released your wrist, grabbing you by your hair and yanking you towards him. Your back hit his back as he thrust up into you, your thighs beginning to tremble. Roughly he brought his hand to your throat, squeezing it harshly.

“Go on. I know you’re dying to cum on my cock,” Masky grunted. His breath was hot against your ear, his grip on your neck only tightening. “Just know once you do i’m going to cum deep inside of you,” Masky informed you. You whimpered, your body being forced closer and closer to the edge. “Awe you like that idea, don’t you princess? I can feel you squeezing me. You like the idea of me breeding you,” Masky snickered. It was then your vision went white, your breath shallow as you came around his cock. Your walls milked Masky as you rode out your orgasm, the brunette behind you grunting as he came inside of you.

Dazed, you felt Masky’s hand slip away from your neck. Slowly he pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs and traveling onto the floor. You slumped onto the floor, Masky’s strong hands preventing you from fully falling over. “Let’s get you tucked in princess,” Masky mumbled. You allowed your eyes to flutter close, entrusting the man with a mask with take care of your limp body.

“Hey Masky?”

“Yeah?”

“You guys are staying, right?”

Masky hesitated, clearing his throat before answering, “Yes we are.”

“Can I keep the fifty grand too?”

—> next chapter

[vishalsharma1996]

What is a proxy bid

A proxy bid is a type of bid that allows bidders to place a maximum bid on an item without having to

be present at the auction. This is done by providing the auction house with a proxy bid form, which

specifies the maximum amount that the bidder is willing to pay for the item. If the item sells for less

than the proxy bid, the bidder will not be charged. However, if the item sells for more than the proxy

bid, the bidder will be charged the difference.

Proxy bids are a popular option for bidders who are unable to attend an auction in person, or who

do not want to risk overpaying for an item. They can also be used to place bids on items that are

expected to sell for a high price.

Here is how proxy bids work:

The bidder fills out a proxy bid form and specifies the maximum amount that they are willing to pay

for the item.

The auction house receives the proxy bid form and keeps it on file.

When the auction begins, the auction house will bid on behalf of the bidder up to the amount

specified on the proxy bid form.

If the item sells for less than the proxy bid, the bidder will not be charged.

If the item sells for more than the proxy bid, the bidder will be charged the difference.

Proxy bids can be used in a variety of auctions, including online auctions, live auctions, and silent

auctions. They are a convenient and easy way to place bids on items without having to be present at

the auction.

Here are some of the benefits of using proxy bids:

Convenience: Bidders do not have to be present at the auction to place a proxy bid.

Peace of mind: Bidders can set a maximum bid and be confident that they will not be charged more

than that amount.

Competitiveness: Bidders can place bids on items that are expected to sell for a high price without

risking overpaying.

If you are considering using proxy bids, there are a few things you should keep in mind:

Make sure to set a realistic maximum bid. If you set your maximum bid too low, you may not win the

item.

Be aware of the auction house's proxy bid fees. Some auction houses charge a fee for processing

proxy bids.

Check the auction house's rules and regulations regarding proxy bids. Some auction houses have

specific rules about how proxy bids can be placed and used.

Overall, proxy bids are a convenient and effective way to place bids on items at auction. They can be

used by bidders of all experience levels, and they can help bidders to save money and get the best

possible deals.

[mouseshouses]

Does your house need a mouse? Here’s a rare chance to own an original mouseshouses creation!

This little diorama will be auctioned on Saturday,February 15th, 6 pm in a benefit for #cloudandleafbookstore. It is housed in a vintage wooden case and the light works! Can’t be there in person? Email the store at cloudandleaf@gmail.com or call 503.368.2665 and they will arrange a proxy for you! Bidding starts at $800. Support independent bookstores!!

[junabuggy]

" But baby, it's cold outside "

A/n: winter feels better this year for some reason, I'm actually excited for Christmas(*˘︶˘*)꙳✧.:*❆༄

anywho, hope you guys enjoy this drabble while I cook up some other stuff !!

Warnings: none

──★ ˙ ̟ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Unlike most of the proxies, you didn't reside in the slendermanner, preferring to have your own private cabin near the residence instead. The Operator didn't have a problem with it since security wasn't an issue, he was still in range to see what you were doing... which was kinda creepy but hey, it's apart of what you signed up for.

That didn't mean you didn't often find yourself in the manner most afternoons visiting your boyfriend Toby. Especially as the winter months rolled around (which was odd because you knew damn well he couldn't even feel the chill in the air).

Still. It was one of those late afternoons. You were in his room, on his bed more specifically, and he was all comfy cozy in your arms as you held him, carding your fingers through the curls that always seemed to sit so perfectly atop his head as he nuzzled himself into your chest.

Unfortunately this moment, like the many other times this has happened, had to come to an end. Slender assigned missions at nightfall no matter the conditions outside because it assured less likeliness of getting caught or seen by someone.

When you checked your phone and realized that yours was in a whopping 20 minutes you sighed to yourself and began to gently pry Tobias off of you

"Mm." He protested, squeezing you tighter which only elicited a soft chuckle to escape your lips.

"Tobes, I gotta get changed. I have a mission," You said, attempting to slip away from his strong grip he had on you.... You swore it was comparable to that of a boa constrictor sometimes. "I can't go out there in this."

"But.. baby, it's cold outside" Toby all but pleaded with you, silently hoping the sad face he was giving you would work.

It kind of caught you off guard, well, not the pouting, that wasn't an uncommon occurrence. But what he had said... was he seriously quoting that silly Christmas song??

"Very cute. But still. Slender would tear my head off if I missed another mission cuz of this." You reasoned with him, giving him a kiss on the forehead as he sighed heavily and let you go... albeit reluctantly.

Once you got up and got on your coat, you bid your farewells, exchanged multiple 'I love yous' and headed back to your cabin to get changed. Hopefully Toby would still be there once you finished up with your mission and came back with hot chocolate <3 (spoiler alert: he was)

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[baphometsss]

Solas and sexual trauma

(TW for sexual abuse)

I did a post forever ago where I questioned what Solas might have meant by 'it has been a long time' in the romance dialogue in DAI. I won't get into the entire post but basically I was wondering if he meant 'it has been a long time since I had a body' as much as or instead of 'it has been a long time since I was intimate with someone'

Given what we know about Mythal's influence on Solas, and the fact that he was her advisor, and that there are plenty of parallels with Leliana and Justinia, it's safe to assume that he also served as her spy. He has been directing his people to spy and steal and lie etc since before DAI. He's able to avoid Leliana's people for a decade, because he has so much more experience than her and knows how she works.

I'm reminded of Flemythal instructing Morrigan to sleep with men for power and influence, while doing it herself (exposing her very young daughter to sexual situations, which is abuse). I think this is a strong indicator of why Mythal married Elgar'nan and later the Alamarri chieftain. She isn't above using her body to gain influence, and I daresay she instructed Solas to do the same when necessary, like she instructed Morrigan to do years later. 'Use kindness where possible and cunning where necessary...' As we know from the romance with Solas, he is quite a private person. As flirtatious as he is with a romanced Inquisitor, this isn't a side that he readily shows off. Even Varric is surprised by his erotica collection in the Lighthouse, and he's known Solas for some time by that point. My point is, despite his cunning, Solas is not in Illario's league when it comes to seducing the enemy, but I don't doubt it was required of him when he served Mythal.

(Sidenote--She groomed Morrigan to sleep with the Warden in DAO so that when she eventually took that child--Kieran's--body she would have access to the old God soul inside him, thus regaining her immortality. I'm kind of pissed off that this plot line was basically sidelined because it would've been super interesting and would've offered more depth to both her character and the dynamics she had with Solas and other ancient elves.)

In any case, I think this is why it's important to me that Solas and Lavellan don't sleep together in DAI. That his 'I would not lay with you under false pretences' literally means that he would not have tainted their relationship with that same kind of abuse when he cared for them so much, when they are so removed from everything he did to himself and others at Mythal's bidding. It would've been too triggering for him and he wouldn't have forgiven himself. That's why the sex scene was going to happen after Crestwood, where he planned to come clean and tell them the truth, because only by being truthful about his identity and plans would it be crystal clear that he was not sleeping with them for influence or power. This is not a decision that he would've made for no reason. How many times did Solas seduce people at Mythal's behest? How did it hurt him? How did it feed into his own feelings of shame, humiliation and self-hate? How badly must he have wanted to keep his first true love safe from all that?

For context, this kind of behaviour is called rape by proxy and involves one person coercing another to sexually abuse someone else. It quite often happens to children, but it can happen to adults under duress and who are being manipulated, like Solas and Mythal and Flemethyal and Morrigan, the latter of whom is canonically groomed and exploited from childhood. You might think this is extreme, but we have plenty of evidence through Morrigan's experience that Mythal was absolutely not above perpetrating sexual abuse. We also know that she had slaves, which is inherently abusive, but that's already been discussed. The point is, Mythal's abuse is canon. There's no room for debate there.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but there's a lot of things about Solas that make me think his experience with Mythal was something of a blueprint for Morrigan's abuse. As for why... well, there's a lot of reasons, but you need to have a bit of understanding of the psychology of abuse survivors to understand.

There's this thing that happens when you survive this kind of abuse that affects you in terms of identity and relationships. Whether we like it or not, our relationships are heavily characterised by how we see ourselves. If we look at it through the attachment theory lens it becomes even more complicated. Solas himself says that he didn't have many friends that weren't spirits, and he says in Veilguard that it took him a very long time to gain the support of other members of the rebellion. He is such a lonely person, so it doesn't surprise me at all that he's so attached to his friends in the Inquisition, nor that he elevates their importance so highly, if the music room in the Lighthouse is anything to go by. It's unsurprising because these relationships are characterised by his authenticity as the person he wants to be, which is something he had distanced himself from considerably in order to carry out the work he was tasked with.

It's so important to his character that he has this experience. First he realises that there is more to life than being a tool for your Goddess as he did when he began the rebellion, then with the Inquisition he discovers that people can love him for who he is and not because of what he can do for them. It's also important because essentially, if you're raised in an environment where you are taught, either directly or indirectly, that you exist for someone else's use--to receive their abuse, whether that's sexual, emotional or physical--you never learn how to be a person that exists outside of that role. This is pretty much exactly what Mythal does to Solas and others. The end result is that when you eventually escape -- either by finding independence as an adult or simply leaving the abusive environment, like Solas did when he rebelled -- suddenly you have no idea how to function in the adult world, because you simply have not been primed for it. You've never had any kind of autonomy because even your body isn't your own. You don't trust yourself, because you've been taught to distrust your own judgement to better rationalise the abuse. You don't trust others because you're used to being betrayed and hurt, so you avoid relationships or engage in them in an emotionally detached way. Sex becomes transactional because you believe it's the only thing you have to offer (like Morrigan and Zevran), or you develop an aversion to it altogether because it's too triggering (Fenris). You're more likely to end up in abusive relationships because you simply don't know any other way to relate other than as a victim. Strong people, people with power, make you feel protected, even when those strong people turn out to be abusive too.

So while Solas was never really a child, he was very much like one when he first took a body--we only have to look at Cole and the way Solas guides him to see this vulnerability in action. It's in this state that he was sent into war and formed his first bonds with other people as an elf and not as a spirit. To be completely fair to Mythal, I think that she and Solas and the rest of the Evanuris were trauma bonded by this experience, as many soldiers are by war and political terror. Their survival was being threatened, even if it was kind of their own fault in the first place. The key feature here that Solas and other newly manifested spirits do share with children is vulnerability. Mythal wasn't called the all-mother just because she was married to Elgar'nan. She was guiding them into personhood and shaping them into weapons and tools she could use, as she did later with Morrigan. We are repeatedly told that the way the Evanuris are remembered is very inaccurate and doesn't fully explore how evil they truly were. Mythal is no exception to this just because Solas says she was the best of them; that bar is on the floor.

The other thing you need to bear in mind is that Mythal is portrayed as being considerably more powerful than Solas when she was alive. She was able to go toe-to-toe with Elgar'nan, whom Solas is shown to be defeated by multiple times in his memories, which is why she was able to force him to share power. Mythal defeated Andruil after three days of fighting when she became a monster in 'armour made of the void', which left her no choice. This power exists in her largely because she was willing to do things for power that Solas was not (like binding a dragon to her will), so she always had that over him. If she did not love him in her own twisted way, I don't doubt that she would've killed him long before he became such a headache for her, as Elgar'nan would've no doubt told her to do. So there is a very clear power imbalance here and it characterises their entire relationship.

When you look at the romance or friendship through this lens, it makes Solas's inability to commit to the life he wanted make so much more sense. The Inquisition was the first time in his life that his relationships weren't abusive and twisted. Where he didn't have to assume a mantle like Fen'harel that didn't fit him. He was able to exist outside of these abusive dynamics for the very first time. For survivors of abuse, that's like trying to learn an entirely new language, an entirely new way of relating, and it's extremely difficult not to fall into those abusive dynamics and roles in some way. People literally spend years in therapy trying to learn how to do this. Falling in love with the Inquisitor and/or having healthy relationships for the first time was a learning curve too steep even for him, even with the best will in the world.

I'm also really struck by Trick Weekes' characterisation of Solas as someone who doesn't think he deserves happiness. Whether or not this is factually true is not what I'm interested in; I'm interested in this statement because it is more or less classic abuse survivor behaviour. While there are definitely exceptions, many survivors cannot separate the humiliation and shame they feel from their core identity, and thus sabotage many of their relationships because they don't think they deserve it. That is exactly what is going on with Solas running away from the Inquisitor, even as he leaves clues for them to follow, because he does want to be saved deep down. Of course he does.

Finally I'm gonna leave this quote from Trauma and Recovery by Judith Herman here. It's a good book that I'd highly recommend for anyone interested in learning about abuse and the psychology of trauma. It's not a perfect book because it was written in 1992 but it is still a ground-breaking work on the subject. It's also highly triggering so watch out for that.

Many abused children cling to the hope that growing up will bring escape and freedom. But the personality formed in the environment of coercive control is not well adapted to adult life. The survivor is left with fundamental problems in basic trust, autonomy, and initiative. She approaches the task of early adulthood――establishing independence and intimacy――burdened by major impairments in self-care, in cognition and in memory, in identity, and in the capacity to form stable relationships. She is still a prisoner of her childhood; attempting to create a new life, she reencounters the trauma.

[1800titz]

THE THRILL | Phone sex operator AU

preview

“God— I feel good, too. I’m so wet for you,” you hum. 

The confession is syrup on embers— a simmering, wet heat in the trench of his underbelly, and feels like liquified nirvana across his fibrils. 

It pries another grunt from the asunder seam of his teeth— gravelly, husking— the rasping growl of a faceless stranger on the verge of splintering. 

(Hunk of a man, precarious footing like the lip of a mountainside, toying at the sutures of pseudo-phone-sex— an automated script of moans and coaxes— and crooning please with your fingers dug under the cotton of your underwear and sweat on your brow.)

And maybe that’s the thrill of it. 

Chasing the dirty bliss on borrowed time— costly minutes— painting the monolithic bulk of an innominate outlander behind your eyelids when you pour your work ethic into doing the very best job, giving it your all, heel of your palm pressed tight to your clit and your fingers tucked deep. 

(Because, maybe, you both feed off the kick. Chasing the same buzz that’s molded off an intricately carved proxy of intimacy.) 

There’s something marginally less vulnerable (marginally more— parceled up in the seedy filth along the grooves of your fingerprints, saturated on the crumbling bulwark of melding scripts and vices), in evading the tangibility of sex through a phone. In pretending—

“Yeah,” Harry grunts, hips flexing into the nook of his fist. His shoulders quake with the shudder that rolls up his nape. The swivel chair creaks under the pressure of the motion. “Can hear it, dirty fuckin’ girl—“

And in the knurled grimace that graces his pink mouth (the guttural hiss shattering in his windpipe) you nearly taste euphoria off his bared teeth. The way you know they glint white. Soak in the scorching deluge of the same ecstasy when he ruts into his own hand at the way you moan. 

Your favorite regular. 

He was different. Chipped his way under your skin and sinew to make home in the hollow he carved from the moment he dialed. Heady timbre flowing like smoke; sultry, kerosene-soaked, rough-hewn in hedonistic pursuit. 

So unlike the other regulars or the one-timers rolling onto the line, scuffing their speakers against their clothes when they shuffle, voices low and brittle when they beg you to tell them how you’re going to step on them and call them filthy names. 

(You moan and purr how you’re so close, how bad you want them to cum inside, phone tucked to your cheek, sprawled with your legs kicked up over the arm of the couch, scrolling through Pinterest meal prep recipes on your laptop.) 

You should feel ashamed, maybe, at the startling ease it took for him to thaw you away and reverse the roles (leave you hankering for the sweet warmth of a gray haze— thick, smoggy, petrichor with your tummy buzzing and your breath caught in your throat— when he bid you goodnight with the murmur of we’ll do this again, sweetheart before the line clicked). The way it left you feeling like you were on the line with an operator on the other end, milking you for more. 

(“And what name should I have in my mouth when you make me cum for you, hm?”)

(Borrowed time, costly minutes; you soak in every cent he spills into your wallet.)

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[auctionpl7]

Demystifying Proxy Bids: A Closer Look at Streamlined Auction Participation

In the dynamic realm of online auctions, the concept of a proxy bid has emerged as a convenient and strategic tool, simplifying the bidding process for participants. Essentially, a proxy bid allows bidders to set a maximum bid amount they are willing to pay for an item, and the auction platform automatically places incremental bids on their behalf, up to that predetermined maximum.

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