#shadow-file-read-write-access

[pentestguy]

Linux Privilege Escalation - Part 1

Hi everyone! Welcome to Pentestguy. In this article, we will see what linux privilege escalation and different ways of achieving root user privilege escalation in the linux operating system. While playing capture the flag or performing pentesting of the network, escalating privileges is one of the important phases. Here we are focusing on Linux privilege escalations that happen to weak…

[montydrawsstuff]

Chaotix going to the ARK together story?

…Yer? I suppose I can give that a go

btw, who even did hire the Chaotix to do all that stuff in shadow the hedgehog?//

”Who’da guessed that dusty old teleport in Eggman’s base still worked? Well… we’re all here now, no thanks to that.. shady hedgehog”

Vector joined the other two of his crew before the main bridge of the dusty -but still spectacular- Space Colony Ark. He took a commanding stance before the main computer and typed carefully.

“M A R I A. Huh, still the same password… guess they didn’t have the same view of cyber security that we got now, huh boys?”

The Chaotix stood by as their faces glowed with the light of the system booting up for the first time in quite a while.

“Nice! Ughhh! It’s all words! Where’s all the pictures? I’m borrrrred!”

“Shuddap, Charmy! We got serious business here! We aren’t looking for comics!”

“I’ll scan what information I can,” Espio offered “Go see if there are any more access points, this may just be a logging interface”

“Ya don’t have to ask me twice!” Vector said, turning quickly with Charmy buzzing behind him. “You go high, I go low- got it, kiddo?”

“Roger!” Charmy saluted and zoomed off.

“If ya got it in ya, give us a shout for any trouble, got it? This place is falling apart as it is, never mind those chaos monsters everywhere!” Vector headed off without a response, knowing Espio was already zoned into scanning through every last word as a speed he didn’t even want to think of.

Each room he entered, Vector struggled to imagine what once was, was this place really the cutting edge research and medical facility he was told? By the sight of ruined halls, trashed computers and cold sterile furniture that did remain- was this place ever inhabited?

“Woof, these people need some rugs, stat. It could really tie the room together…” Vector mused. He stumbled, looking down to see crumpled clothes and ash.

He grimly continued on. This wasn’t a time for jokes.

Espio let his eyes burn tirelessly, scanning every file he could access, unlocking more and more information as he worked. He wasn’t finding anything useful yet. It seemed many of the old Professor’s journals were less about the layout and use of the labs, and more centred on his own research and findings.

To come across files under “Project Shadow” kind of threw him for a bit of a loop. Entry after entry detailing the development of his “Ultimate Lifeform”.

Espio had only passing correspondence with Shadow. He was aware he had some significance and power by their previous interactions, but to imagine someone he had witnessed- had only known as another living breathing person- was once just a subject, even result of scientific research…

He found himself pouring over page after page logging development, experimenting, breakthroughs, discoveries- referring to Shadow the Hedgehog as almost a product, a concept. GUN funding the project to turn the project into some kind of super soldier weapon?

How disturbing, How dehumanising..

“Hey! I found something! Looking Lookie!!”

The Chaotix hustled into a room with a large window, overlooking the Earth. A smaller computer off to the side had been booted up, the monitor lit up with windows detailing the Black Arms.

“Good work Charmy! This is just what we needed! Now let’s do what we were paid to do!”

[sims3fiend]

Some dumb sims 3 updates/stuf

Or, how to develop severe brain damage in 10 easy steps.

Sooo… This is going to be more of a blog post than anything of any real substance, more of a whinge with maybe a few teasers for some stuff I may or may not release (probably not). Feel free to skip if you're after hot tips or coherent writing.

Stutter "fixer"

Sooooo…. The sims 3 has some stutter issueeesss… Incredible discovery, I know! I started looking at remedying them with settings, found some hidden settings that help reduce some of the issues but that can only do so much when the game was made in 2009 for 2009 computers.

So I had a looky at some things I thought could be causing it, mainly WinAPI functions because that's the easier route (h-haha…), and started to try to "optimize" some of the more common ones:

ReadFile: Was the first, and looking at the sheer volume of like 12783972198 calls a milisecond every time you move the camera, I thought surely I can speed it up a little r-right. Not really. I tried all sorts of… interesting things, file caching in memory, implementing the overlapped flag (took ages), etc. Oh and the performance increase? Literally nothing. It's called weirdly from wherever it's called and so we must suffer.

Threads: So, I had a look at other areas that were potential targets for speedup, ran an actual profile and it showed a problem areas namely threads and some other stuff I don't remember. ZwWaitForMultipleObjects and WaitForSingleObject take up a lot of time, so I very poorly attempted to optimize them, adding some timeout optimizations (and a bunch of other failed attempts). Despite being the most insane, this actually worked, and I got like a 40% speed increase in a very very niche metric that did not noticeably effect the game one single bit. I plan to combine all my failures into a single script eventually, maybe once combined they'll do something…

Actual insanity - Memory IPC: Then I had an idea, everyone hates e12, why don't we shove the games memory into another process and that'll fix it. No brain moment. No clue what past me was thinking, for some reason I thought you could like, access another processes memory if it was spawned from it, but uhh.. no, that's not how things work… I tried a few other things in a similar vein but it just crashed and crashed, so for now I'm just gunna work on:

Alloc/free mee - Current insanity: Currently, I'm still working on VirtualAlloc and VirtualFree (which is what I was redirecting to another process), but more from an optimizing memory usage standpoint than a… whatever the IPC thing was. There's a lot of things to try, and I've had some luck in some areas and some abysmal failures in others. There's a few promising functions calling VirtualAlloc/Free that seem to be potentially pointing towards memory leaks (004e54d0), but I'm too dumb to investigate that. At the moment, I'm going mostly just gathering more logs which takes forever and hurts my brain real bad.. On testing there's like 180 allocs that we could probably yeet no problem, which is like 750mb saved… Maybe idk.

I have plenty of ideas for deduplication, memory pool implementations to reduce churn/fragmentation, shoving things aggressively into pagefiles if they're not being used, etc. etc. Basically, there's a lot of avenues to explore, and I feel like there's potential… though I've definitely said that before and been dead wrong so…

Anyway, rambling over. I plan to release a dumb little renderer settings mod maybe-soon-ish that'll let you do dumb stuff that might be useful for reshade like turn shadows/drop shadows off and post processing off and on. I guess I could add max lots and other settings eventually too since they're static values.... Might also do a mythbusting post for some performance "tweak" stuff I see thrown around that isn't super accurate but I also don't want people to be angry at me so maybe not.

Sorry to whoever read all this, but also thanks :)

[vandme12]

AH I was the one who requested power reader with KC cast and I LOVED IT! So got another one for you! A read who is an interloper in the government, they have access to the files of everyone. Date of birth? Parents? Address? SSN? They have it all at the tips of their fingers. And they use it to get rid of the corrupted people in the world. How would KC cast react?

gonna be requesting a few more, I love the way you write and I have so many ideas!

Ronin (Devil’s Butcher / The Devil)

He loves you. He hates you. He wants to dance in the fire you set, wants to see how far you’ll go, and more than anything—he wants to see you bleed.

“So, you know my real name, huh? My past? Every little thing I don’t talk about?” His grin is sharp, eyes dark with something unreadable. “That’s cute, darlin. But I bet you don’t know what I’m thinking right now.”

He flirts with you constantly, mixing teasing with genuine danger. Every compliment is a threat, and every threat is a promise.

He respects that you get your hands dirty. In his mind, you’re a killer, no matter how you dress it up. Maybe you don’t pull the trigger, but you make sure the right people disappear.

He’s dying to know your morals. Do you really believe in what you’re doing, or are you just playing god because you can? He won’t stop poking at you until he gets an answer.

But the moment he feels like you’re trying to control him, he flips. Ronin doesn’t like being watched. Doesn’t like the idea that you could know something about him that he didn’t give freely. If you’re not careful, you might just find your own name on a list you never wanted to be on.

V (V for Vigilante)

You? You are fascinating to him. You know everything. You could expose every crime, every corruption, every evil that festers in the world, and yet… you choose who gets erased.

"You have the power to hold the world accountable, and yet, you work in the dark. Why?" His voice is low, measured. He's not accusing. Yet.

V doesn’t trust you. Not even a little. He believes in justice, in order, in taking the filth out of the world—but you? You’re operating from the shadows, with no accountability, no oversight. You are the very thing he fights against.

But… he’s also intrigued. You’re methodical. You’re effective. And worst of all? He can’t deny that your results are good.

It frustrates him to no end that he can’t read you. Everyone has a tell, a pattern, a weakness, but you’re a ghost. And for someone like V? That’s unacceptable.

If you were willing to work with him, to give him access to your files, he might tolerate you. But the moment he finds evidence that you’ve let someone “undeserving” slip away? You’ve just made yourself his next target.

Angel (Heartsick Angel)

Her first reaction? Shock. Horror. Fascination.

“You know everything about me?” Her voice is soft, careful. “That’s… a lot of power to give one person.”

She’s wary of you. Angel doesn’t like people who have too much control. She’s spent too much of her life trying to be perfect, trying to avoid anyone who could use her flaws against her. And you? You could tear her life apart with a single keystroke.

But once she gets past her nerves, she wants to understand you. Why do you do this? Do you feel guilty? Do you enjoy it?

Unlike V, she doesn’t judge you harshly. She knows the world is full of monsters—she’s killed her fair share. If you’re taking out the right ones, she can’t condemn you for that.

If you and Angel are friends, she’d beg you not to look into her past. She wants people to see the version of herself that she presents to the world, not the messy, broken, blood-stained truth.

And if you cross a line—if you expose something about her or Ronin that she wanted buried—she’ll never forgive you.

Misaki (The Assassin)

Misaki laughs the first time they hear about what you do. “Damn. That’s terrifying. Sexy, but terrifying.”

They are not afraid of you, but they are concerned. Not for themselves—no, Misaki knows how to stay off the grid—but for their family. Their biggest fear is that you might have their loved ones’ information.

“So, let me get this straight,” they say, leaning against a wall with a smirk. “You could ruin my life with a click. But you haven’t. Either you’re an idiot… or you like me.”

They admire your efficiency. You’re not just a killer—you’re an executioner, an unseen force making things disappear without a trace. If they weren’t so damn broke, they might even ask you for tips.

But they also wonder if you’re happy. You spend all this time digging into other people’s lives, making sure the right people vanish. But what about you? Do you even exist outside of the work?

If you and Misaki become close, they will warn you. “Power like yours? It doesn’t last. One day, someone’s gonna dig too deep, and when that happens… I hope you’ve got an exit plan.”

If You Ever Turn on Them…

If, at any point, you decide that one of them is too dangerous, too unstable, and needs to be erased, here’s what happens:

Ronin laughs in your face. “Oh, babe. You think you’re the first person to put a target on my back?” He is the hardest to take down—he doesn’t exist in the system anymore, and he’d take so much pleasure in proving he can outmaneuver you.

V would see it coming. He might not know your exact plan, but he’s a detective at heart. If you try to erase him, he will find out, and he will come for you first.

Angel would be devastated. “I thought we were…” If she survives, she won’t try to kill you—but she also won’t stop Ronin from doing it.

Misaki would be pissed. “Really? After all we’ve been through?” They’d disappear before you could get the chance, going completely off the grid. But if they ever resurface? You’d never see them coming.

[nagiwrites]

Chapter One: The Reaping

Characters: Caleb, y/n

☆ Content:

sci-fi dystopian world with advanced technology and strict government control, Caleb being Caleb, The hunger games AU, survival, violence, and gore. a slow-burn with a power imbalance, military and rebellion themes. Psychological mind games, emotional manipulation, and moral dilemmas. Eventual smut (I have yet to write an actual smut scene in any fic hahaha)

📌 Synopsis:

Watching from the sidelines, Colonel Caleb should remain detached. He barely knows her, has only glimpsed her in passing. But something about her defiance—her willingness to throw herself into the arena for a stranger—unsettles him. And for the first time in his career, he makes a reckless move of his own.

He’s going in with her.

Whether she realizes it or not, she just became his to protect.

[→ next]

A/n: well I had a Caleb fic cooking too (look I am unemployed right now so don’t come for me at least I am writing) I just be watching old movies and think what if this specific chara was in this and yeah, this kind of stuff happens. Also y’all I made a love and deep playlist like some while ago if u wanna listen it’s not cliche probably idk but (shameless plug) listen here

In District IV, silence was a kind of ritual. It fell like static from the tall speakers lining the square—clean and clinical, just like the Capitol liked it. Drones hovered above the crowd, scanning faces, cataloging expressions. One tear too many and your name might be filed under “potential rebel.” One frown too deep and your family might disappear.

Caleb stood near the perimeter, arms behind his back, silver insignia of a colonel gleaming on his jacket. His military stance was rigid, but his gaze wandered. Not to the stage. Not to the trembling officials preparing for the draw.

To her.

She stood near the back, half-shadowed beneath one of the solar shade panels. Civilian clothes, dirt on her boots. He’d seen her before—once, maybe twice, during the Capitol’s monthly parade. She’d been in the crowd, eyes sharper than most, like she could see through the polished lies. He hadn’t forgotten that look.

He didn’t even know her name.

A drone zoomed in near the front of the crowd, its lens blinking red as the Capitol escort reached into the bowl. It made a soft clicking noise, and the screen behind her lit up with the chosen name. The escort barely had time to read it before a small cry broke out.

It was a child. Couldn’t have been more than ten.

The girl stepped forward, legs shaking, as the crowd fell into a stunned silence. Her name had been pulled. Random. Meaningless. Efficient.

Caleb’s jaw tightened.

The Capitol always said it was fair. That their system left no room for bias. But how was this anything close to fair?

Before anyone could react, another figure shoved past the front line—her. The girl from the crowd. The one with the eyes.

“I’ll go,” she said, her voice steady, even as her body trembled. “She’s just a kid.”

The escort blinked. “You’re not related to her.”

“I don’t have to be.”

The system hesitated. A holographic interface blinked to life, projecting her citizen file in the air. Minimal infractions. District worker. No known affiliations. No family ties. “Eligible,” the AI confirmed with a sterile tone.

Caleb’s pulse spiked. Something inside him twisted. He didn’t know this girl—didn’t owe her anything—but watching her step into the center of the square, unflinching, made the cold inside him crack.

This wasn’t bravery. It was sacrifice.

And it was stupid.

So damn stupid.

He turned sharply toward the Peacekeeper beside him. “Access the draft system.”

“Sir?” the Peacekeeper blinked, confused. “You’re not—”

“I don’t care. I’m going in.”

“Colonel, you’re needed at command. You’re military, not tribute material.”

Caleb stepped closer, lowering his voice to a growl. “Then file me as a mentor. Handler. Strategic escort. I don’t care how you do it—get me in that arena. With her.”

A pause. A beat. Then the Peacekeeper nodded, slowly.

Caleb turned back to the stage, his gaze locking on the girl now being led toward the hovercraft. She didn’t look back.

But he did.

Something about her felt like unfinished business. Like a thread the Capitol had pulled too hard.

And Caleb had never been one to leave threads dangling…..

The moment her name was confirmed, the silence in the square shifted. It wasn’t relief. It wasn’t gratitude. It was something else—something heavier.

The girl she’d saved was crying, held back by trembling hands that didn’t belong to her parents. Maybe she didn’t have any. Maybe she was just another orphan, another casualty of the Capitol’s system.

The crowd wasn’t celebrating her sacrifice.

But they weren’t stopping it either.

Some looked away, unwilling to watch. Others clenched their fists, their rage swallowed whole, too afraid to let it show. A few—mostly the older ones, the ones who had lived through too many reaping days—stared at her with something almost like mourning.

No one stopped the Peacekeepers when they grabbed her arms.

She didn’t fight them.

Didn’t flinch when cold metal cuffs snapped around her wrists, when the escort gestured toward the awaiting hover transport.

She only allowed herself one last glance at the crowd—at the people who would keep living their quiet, regulated lives, while she was sent to die.

And that was when she saw him.

Not on the stage. Not in the front.

But at the edge of the square.

The colonel.

Unlike the others, he didn’t avert his gaze. He watched her, sharp and unwavering, his expression unreadable. A soldier’s face.

And yet, something was wrong.

It was the way his jaw tensed, the way his hands curled just slightly at his sides, like he was restraining himself.

She didn’t know him—not really. But she knew when someone was about to make a choice they couldn’t take back.

The Peacekeepers shoved her forward before she could look any longer.

The doors of the hover transport slid shut behind her.

And just before the engines roared to life, drowning out the world outside—

A single, sharp command cut through the static.

“Access the draft system.”

Her blood turned to ice.

Because she knew that voice.

She just didn’t know why he was with her in here right now.

The moment she stepped onto the hovercraft, the silence of the square was replaced with the low hum of advanced engines and the cold sterility of polished metal. The door sealed behind her with an airtight hiss, locking her inside.

Her pulse was steady—too steady for someone who had just thrown their life away. But she wouldn’t regret it. Couldn’t. If she hadn’t volunteered, that little girl would be sitting in this seat instead, too small to even reach the straps across her chest.

Her hands curled into fists against her lap.

She was alone now. At least, she thought she was.

Until a heavy bootstep sounded across the floor.

Her head snapped up, eyes locking onto the last person she expected. The man standing near the entrance was tall, built like a soldier—because he was one. The colonel.

The same one she’d seen in the Capitol parades, the one who never smiled, whose presence made the officials stand straighter and the civilians look away.

What the hell was he doing here?

She stared at him, wary. He wasn’t in tribute clothing. His uniform was crisp, dark, and lined with the silver trim of his rank. Definitely not a tribute. Not an escort either.

Which meant this was wrong.

“You—” Her voice came out harsher than she intended, but she didn’t correct it. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Caleb didn’t flinch. He simply sat across from her, exuding an unsettling kind of control, like none of this was strange to him. Like he hadn’t just forced himself into the Hunter Games.

“That makes two of us,” he said, voice smooth, unreadable.

Her fingers dug into the armrest. “No. I had a reason to be here.”

He tilted his head slightly, observing her. “And you think I don’t?”

A slow chill crept down her spine.

She didn’t know him, but she knew men like him. Men who followed orders without question. Men who enforced the Capitol’s will. Men who let the system grind down people like her without a second thought.

But then why was he here?

The hovercraft shifted into autopilot, and a soft robotic voice crackled over the speakers, confirming their course. The Capitol skyline blurred through the tinted windows, its neon glow sharp against the evening sky.

“Let me guess,” she said, eyes narrowing. “You’re a new type of handler. A Capitol experiment. They’re sending soldiers into the Games now?”

Caleb leaned back in his seat, fingers clasped loosely in his lap. “Think whatever you want.”

That wasn’t a denial.

Her jaw tightened, but she forced herself to focus. It didn’t matter who he was. Didn’t matter why he was here. She had bigger things to worry about.

Like surviving.

Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his presence meant something.

And when he finally spoke again, voice quiet but firm, it only made the unease worse.

“You shouldn’t have volunteered,” Caleb said.

Her breath caught. Not at the words themselves, but at the way he said them—like they weren’t an insult or a judgment.

Like they were a warning.

She turned away, staring out the window, but she could still feel his purple eyes on her. Calculating. Measuring.

And she had the sinking feeling that whatever thread had been pulled between them at the reaping—

It wasn’t going to snap.

It was going to tighten.

A/n: if u wanna be tagged then comment, thanks for reading!!! I’m not sure if this is too little or long for a first chap or idk but here it is.

[nightshadeweek]

Stranger Week 2025 Prompts & Rules

(Find the text-only version of this post here!)

The prompts for Stranger Week 2025 are here! 

For this event, we chose to divide the prompts into three categories: ROT for darker prompts, GUIDANCE for thematic or character prompts, and HOPE for respite prompts. Of course, you don’t need to feel restricted to just one category; you can use any prompt you wanna use, or simply go by your own.

Stranger Week 2025 will run from Monday 14 July until Sunday 20 July.

Daily prompts

Rules and Guidelines

Above all, have fun!

Enter the event however you would enjoy it most, that's all that matters. If you're interested in being reblogged by the account, these could be an interesting read.

What can I create?

Absolutely anything, so long as it’s Stranger-centric. 

You can use the prompts, or you can just tag the week in Stranger-centric fanworks you create. You can draw art, write fic or meta, create cosplay, make arts and crafts, write headcanons, make videos, compose edits and collages—so long as your work centres and celebrates Stranger, we’re happy to have it! 

By Stranger-centric, we mean that he’s the central character in the work. This doesn’t mean he needs to be the POV character, as you can also write about characters perceiving or thinking about Stranger.

What won’t be shared? 

This event is accessible to all ages. While canon compliant dark themes and gore are allowed, any works with sexually explicit content won't be shared by the account for this reason. Artistic and non-sexualised nudity is fine and will be tagged for. Refer to this ask for more clarity on the specifics of this.

We also won’t share Stranger-centric fanworks that bash him (à la “here’s my essay on why Stranger SUCKS”). In any case of doubt about intention, other works posted will be taken into account to gauge intention; but we simply don’t want negativity to spread through the event. Angst, dark themes, and works where Stranger is victimised in horrible events are fine, as is tongue-in-cheek making fun of him, but they need to come from a place of love and spreading fun, not one of mockery of him and his fans and one of hatred.

Can I draw other characters or ships that don’t involve Stranger?

Absolutely! You can add other characters and relationships and even make them main characters, so long as Stranger is also the central character they share the spotlight with. 

We embrace any and all ships, even if they’re not Stranger ships, and will happily accept them as supplementary to the works made for the event. Just like how we accept any and all Stranger ships! Just don’t expect art of a non-Stranger ship with Stranger’s hand appearing in one corner of the canvas to be considered Stranger-centric.

This is also an offshoot of the nightshade week event, but Stranger week itself is unrelated to nightshade week. You can make completely platonic works, just like you can showcase any other Stranger or Omori ships. So no, no nightshade is required!

Do my entries have to follow canon?

Nope! You can do whatever you want to canon. Follow it, tweak it, crumple it up into a ball and toss it into the trashcan. We accept any and all Stranger headcanons, regardless of whether they’re about his appearance, his gender, his personality, his canon, anything. You wanna write about real world Stranger the entire event long? Knock yourself out!

Will you accept works focusing on non-Basil Strangers, like Kel Stranger?

Absolutely! While this event is all about celebrating the character Stranger, which in the files and the fandom’s consciousness refers to the Shadow Basil character, we think that anyone who thinks that the other Stranger variants should fall under this name should also get their time to shine. The prompts are written to be thematically applicable to the Shadow Basil variant who wants to lead Sunny to the truth.

What tag can I use?

You can use the Twitter tag #strangerweek2025 and the Tumblr tag #stranger week 2025. You can also tag the account (@nightshadeweek on both platforms) if your entry wasn't seen or send a DM to the account. On AO3, you can use the Stranger Week 2025 (OMORI) tag, as we’ll try to get it made canonical like the nightshade week tag.

How do I pick prompts?

You're free to use and interpret the prompts however you want. You don't have to do all the prompts, you can skip days, you can mix prompts, you can do prompts on different days, etc. If you want, you can also simply submit some Stranger fanworks that don't follow any prompts. This event is all about celebrating Stranger and creating new things for him together.

Do I have to complete every day or follow one category?

Not at all! You can do one day or all days. You can do one path or all paths. You don't have to follow a set path either; the categories are just there to give the prompts themes. Mix and match as you see fit!

Can I submit late entries?

Late entries are definitely welcome! After the event has ended, I will still regularly check the tag and share late entries.

Let's see what beautiful creations y'all have in store, and I look forward to seeing the fanworks that flow from this!

[sailon-ishmael]

My modern Goodsir playlist! I wanted to post his and Silna’s at the same time bc their playlists and modern hcs are very much intertwined in my mind but my little write-up for Silna isn’t done yet and I’m impatient 😭.

More detailed explanation of my hcs under the cut if you're interested, but basically Harry loves weird sounds, plants, and Silna... and I love him.

~~~

This playlist is very much full of “brain go brr” music. Harry loves his quirky tunes. I’d like to imagine he listens to these songs either when he’s concentrating and locked in to his work or when he’s trying to tune out and shut his brain off. In both cases, he’s entering a kind of flow state and I’d like to think the songs in this playlist reflect that. Comfort in eclecticism is how I’d sum up the vibes.

I think Harry is someone who’s used to being in his own company. Not necessarily being alone, I think growing up with so many siblings meant that he was almost NEVER alone, so if anything he just learned to create a quiet refuge within himself away from the chaos (he loves his family though, they can just be… a lot). But once he left home for university and all that came after, he learned for the first time what it was like to be lonely. After all, at home he could spend as much time as he wanted by himself and then once he was tired of that, there was a house full of people he could bother/be bothered by. I think in the early days on his own, before he found his “people”, Harry spent a lot of time on his own, with only his music for company. But it’s okay guys, he did find his people and they’re the best.

Goodsir in the modern day is, without a shadow of a doubt, a plant dad. And if you disagree, you’re wrong sorry not sorry it’s simply not up for debate. The man is obsessed with his monsteras and his philodendrons and his African violets and his snake plants and his money plant and… need I go on? The local plant exchange hates to see him coming. He always leaves with at least two new plants carefully nestled into the basket of his bike (yes, he bikes everywhere because he hates car reliant infrastructure).

Also, Harry abhors tech waste and does everything he can in his daily life to offset it. This means that instead of a having a smartphone, he still uses his flip phone from 2011 that for some godforsaken reason works perfectly. And yes, it’s one of the ones where you turn it horizontal and slide up the screen to access the tiny clicky keyboard. He loves it very much and any naysayers can pry it from his cold, dead hands. He also listens to music on his even more ancient, battered to hell iPod mini (second gen, lime green).

Silna is the only one who doesn’t mock him for his commitment to not replacing his tech. Instead, she emails him mp3 files of new songs she thinks he’ll enjoy so he can download them from his laptop (the only modern tech concession he’s made, primarily for work reasons) onto his iPod.

Their playlist link is "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" by Radiohead on Harry's, and (spoiler lol) Lianne La Havas' cover of "Weird Fishes" on Silna's playlist.

This ended up being so long lol, thanks for reading if you made it this far.

[floodlandss]

b4 i big smeepy soon i wrote some of focalor's files bevause i was arturiafeeling and i missed them. warning also: lots of guns. a needle, and also the clinical analysis thing — its arknights. death and illness

PROFILE

Focalor, Kazdel-born and raised mercenary and gunslinger extraordinaire. Many of her collection still bear the sigil of Laterano — suggesting their well-honed Arts.. and also a very concerning criminal record. Still, nothing seems to beat an easy-access rifle, lovingly carved with the name Luciande. Her alliance with Operator Virtuosa raised concern at first — but onlookers are quick to realise that Focalor is not what they should be concerned about.

ARCHIVE 1

While at first, armed to head to heel, Focalor may seem intimidating — once she sheds all of the weaponry, she blends into Rhodes Islands daily just fine. Though her hunched and lopsided drag through the halls may give the impression of her being a more stationary and mellow patient from afar, the path of her gaze and limping right arm rejects that notion. First at the hip, then over the shoulder, then at any rough shapes and crevices and only then the face — among Sarkaz mercenaries and Ursian soldiers not an uncommon greeting.

This seems to dissuate anyone else, though. Focalor, upon her boarding, was... very ocularly aggressive to medical staff. It felt almost invasive, and much of a drag — Focalor would examine them like butcher to livestock before letting them anywhere near her. That is until Gavial was struck with a bright idea — and passed one of the medical needles to Focalor, who then seemed to calm down promptly and begin cooperating less stiffly. She simply bowed her head and complied.

Somehow that's not too comforting. Y'know, maybe it's safe with Ms. Gavial, but.. we should take that away when the procedures are done. Come to think of it, I find her less intimidating with a gun..

— A member of the medical staff

CLINICAL ANALYSIS

Imaging tests show the indistinct outlines of internal organs, obscured by abnormal shadows. Originium granules detected in the circulatory system. The subject is confirmed to be infected with late-stage Oripathy.

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 18%

Her body exhibits multiple clusters of crystals, particularly large lesions around her throat. Focalor should not be as mobile as she is in her late stage — but it is to be noted that the finer things, such as writing, evade her.

She was so eager to comment on procedures, though, that she did take a pencil. Ahem.. Um... I can't read this.. but it looks like a threat.

[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.55u/L

With an ever-increasing Blood Crystal Density, Focalor's condition shows no sign of betterment despite intensive treatment. She has reached the point where one must wonder if the effort to keep her alive is cruelty — but she still cooperates, so that must mean something.

Luckily, her case even at her stage doesn't make her a direct hazard, so she is free to roam with other operators, albeit always under supervision.

ARCHIVE 2

Her collection seems like the work of a fanatic — some of those guns aren't even useful, they croak like they're in pain if you just touch them. Focalor doesn't seem to be doing this out of necessity. "Nothing to gape at. It's just like a noble musicians gallery. You've been in Leithanien, no?", Virtuosa says, her fingers brushing over an old revolver model. "This one has a nice drum. But it doesn't beat that lovely Luciande of hers. I'm jealous."

Whatever on Terra she means by that. Come to think of it, at the mention of a name — little carvings on some of the guns hilts begin to come to clarity in the dim light — many names from all over Terra. The older ones have neat, pretty carvings — the modern models.. you'd think it was a wild beast. Though it hardly seems like a practice of mockery — but an obituary. The names were carved with love, even the newer additions.

"She likes to remember.. Don't worry. They'll find their way back home."

ARCHIVE 3

It's all about contradiction with Focalor. She is a sickly soldier — bellicose while not moving a finger. She cannot speak but she is loud. And from hidden under the bulletcaps she gathers, burrowed deep into a secret compartment, gnarly hands fish out a small bundle of old fabric. It's not just yellow with age, it's purple like a festering bruise — despite the wounds on its skin, the little disk remains untouched.

On the frontside, in haphazardly writing — "With love, Laterano."

The record player tuts and smokes, as sick as her. As careful as she can, she pushes the disk onto the player. And for a moment it seems like it's dead, and she feels her heart sink lower — but then it starts spinning slowly, and the machine whirs to life with a rough rattle.

Music echoes through the empty hall. Focalors drinks in the pleasant sound of a gentle orchestra, and unfolds the rag just one more time.

"Thank you."

[deviantlair24]

18+ ONLY

Hi, I’m a 24 year old Woman who loves all things Monster Kink and this is where I post all my Deviant writings. I’m a fanfic writer by day and a smut writer by night and I hope you enjoy my Work!

But before we go any further, the RULES of engagement

Must be +18 to be here! No acceptions!

Don’t like it, Don’t Read it!

Keep it positive, we are all deviants here and there's no reason to shame anyone (Unless it’s in a kinky way *Wink* *Wink* Lol).

My Most Used Kinks

- Monster (Obviously. lol)

- Breeding

- Dom/Sub

- Knotting

- Overstimulation

- Prey / Primal

- Praise

- Size difference

- Bondage

- NonCon (Only consensual NonCon on pateon)

MY HARD NO’s

- Skatt, Piss, and Vomit

- Incest

- Necrophilia

- Feederism

- Sadism 

- Hateful shit (De Trans, Mysogony, Deadname, Raceplay)

MY MASTER LIST

Vampires Bride (Fem Human x Vampire Baron)

Blood Drunk (Fem Human x Vampire)(PAID)

Naughty Nymph (Fem Nymph x Ogre)

Not the Deal You Expected (Fem Human x Demon), Part 2 (PAID)

The Farm (Fem Human x Minotaurs), Part 2 (PAID), Part 3 (PAID), Part 4 (free)

Alyx and the Beast (Gender Neutral Human x Minotaur)(Smashwords)

Kind Patron (Gender Neutral Human x Werewolf)

Hunted (Fem Human x Werewolf)

Monster Club (Fem Human x Tentacle Monster), Part 2 (Paid)

Careful what you purchase from a Witch (Fem Human x Magic Slime)

From the Shadows (Fem Human x Shadow Creature/Tentacles)(Tumbler)

Trading with a Naga (Fem Human x Naga) , Part 2 (PAID)

Midnight Hotel (Dom Fem Vampire x Fem Human x Male Vampire)

That Time of the Year (Fem Human x Werewolf)

Bred By a Minotaur (Fem Human x Minotaur)(PAID)

Who Doesn't Want a Ghost Boyfriend? (Fem Human x Ghost)(PAID)

Hunt Me Down (Fem Human x Werewolf)(PAID)

Intergalactic Bar (Fem Human x Aliens)

Forest Rescue (Fem human x Werewolf)(PAID)

Project 29C (Fem Human x Tentacle Alien)

Good Kitten (Fem Human x Ghost)

Club Encounters (Fem Succubus x Ogre)(PAID)

Queens Court (Demon Queen x Fem Demon (You) x Hellhounds)(PAID)

Mateing Moon (Fem Werewolf x Werewolf)(PAID)

PATREON INFO

Tier 1 - Deviant Lurker - 4$

Early Access to Free content

Access to 1 Exclusive Story a Month

Participation in Polls for future work

Tier 2 - A True Deviant - 8$

Access to at least 1 exclusive story a week. (At least 4 a month)

Priority Requests

Participation in Polls

Early access to Free content

Tier 2 - Deviant Menace - 12$

All previously mentioned perks

A commission every 2 months (1.5k - 2k Words)

Commission Rules / How it works

- I will send you a welcome message, with these rules attached, and ask for your first commission request. Once you respond with your request your 2-month timer starts for your next commission and I begin working on your Commission. It will most likely take a week or two before I finish it and send it to you. You can receive it over a message or through a pdf file. 

IF YOU NEVER MAKE A COMMISSION REQUEST I WILL ASSUME YOU CHOSE TO SUPPORT ME OUT OF GOOD WILL. 

- I have the right to politely decline a request and ask you to choose another or request to exclude a particular kink or action from the commission. (No Shame I just can’t write things I don’t somewhat vibe with. Well, I could write it but it wouldn’t be very good)

- You get to choose the What, Where, and Who. You can choose names, genders, sexual orientations, and things of that nature. You also chose the Monsters/creatures and kinks. I’m open to most things if you give me some time to research.

- You can request certain terms be used or excluded if you have a preference (Ie. Member, penis, folds, Slut, Whore, etc.)

-  I have the right to post commissions at my discretion but I will keep you anonymous unless requested otherwise. You do NOT have permission to profit off a commission but you can share it at your own discretion. 

- If you request a unique kink I will use google to figure it out so if you have something specific in mind please inform me. 

[halfpintpeach]

WIP Wednesday - 8/23/23

Playing @kedreeva's game again this week! Thank you again to @jtl-fics for getting me kickstarted in it!

It's WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here's how it works:

• In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

• Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post.

• After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

• That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I'll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you're reading this, you're invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Here are my WIP Projects on offer for this week:

1. Rivalry Same Team

2. MerNeil

3. Older Raven Neil 4

4. Aurora Borealis

Snippet from Aurora Borealis:

Deep in the shadowed darkness of the trees, there’s a bright flash of light. Searing purple and blues are just barely detectable before it disappears. Neil slips into the largest of the mountainside caves, bag over his shoulder as he moves through their food stores. Small packs of hard meats and cheeses go into his bag alongside little cakes wrapped in cloth. There’s movement outside the cave bringing him to look over his shoulder. Shadows move along the wall, blocking the glow from the fire before the large black head of a dragon pokes its way inside. Golden eyes blink slowly, pupils adjusting to the darkness inside the cave. Andrew gives a huff before retreating back outside, thin lines of smoke curling from his nostrils. Neil rolls his eyes and replaces his bag over his shoulder.

Back outside a breeze picks up, sending sparks and embers from the fire curling up into the dark night sky. The scent of evergreens and the sharp bite of cold air fills his lungs. Andrew stands with his wings tucked tight against his body, tail flicking in obvious agitation as Neil moves around him and up to the ladder fixed to the mountainside. He climbs quickly, bag bumping against his side as he goes. Most of the caves don't have the easiest access points, they’re not built by human hands. The one Andrew claimed (and the one Neil finds himself in more often than not) when he first joined Wymack’s thunder was set above the others. A scattering of rocks falls to the ground below as Andrew hauls his way up the mountain. Deep gouges into the stone grow more numerous as Andrew’s claws sink in deep. The only reason Neil’s even going up to their cave is for a blanket. Thick and gray and woven by Abby over the past few weeks. With the blanket under his arm, Neil reaches a hand out towards Andrew who still clings to the rock just outside the mouth of their cave.

[hookedsworks]

Hooked's Works

main blog @hookedhobbies

crochet side blog @hookedsprojects

First of all, yes, this is really Kate, not anyone trying to steal my stuff lol.

This side blog will be where I store all of my writings for easy access/organization/so on and so forth. Generally speaking, if you know of this blog, I'm going to assume you know me to some degree and I don't need to do much of an introduction. My pronouns are still she/her, and since I publish mostly explicit works, I'm still asking that people under the age of 18 do not interact with me.

I am on AO3 as well. I prefer AO3, and AO3 gets updated first. Generally speaking, all tags and trigger warnings are on there.

Requests/asks/ideas are open - feel free to drop something in this askbox or email hookedsworks@gmail.com

Everything I write is based on stage personas and my personal extrapolations. I don't know who the people behind the masks are. I do not WANT to know who the people behind the masks are. (I don't care.) I am not friends with the band, I do not know the band, nothing I say or write is representative of the band. You will not be jumpscared by identites/real names/unmaskings on here. Anything explicit/sexual/18+ is NOT ABOUT THE REAL PEOPLE.

Works:

Edge(ING) Fitness

Sleep Token Gym AU

Sleep and His Vessels

My fanfiction interpretation of the Sleep Token lore

The Teaching Files

Explicit series where each member of Sleep Token 'teaches' you something. Sexual. Absolutely NO minors. None of these are meant to serve as actual teachings/manuals/anything like that. Do not practice what you read in here.

The Butcher and The Shadow

III and IV don halloween costumes and find themselves a victim. Slasher!III and Stalker!IV

Court of Sleep Token

coming soon

[flipping-the-coin]

[Audio file: #001 - Alpha Trion]

[Audio file of Optimus Prime: Security level = PRIME]

[Authorization detected… Confirmed]

[Audio playback commencing… Recording begins]

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I recently read one of Orion Pax’s personal journal entries and felt inspired to record my own thoughts on the subject matter in the hope that I might better understand my own… situation in a sense. 

I would have been inclined to write these musings down if only to ensure that they could be kept in a more controlled documentation format. However writing has never been a particularly successful endeavor for me. When me and my host shared a frame, it was near impossible for me to write without pain since he could predict my thoughts and read the words I wrote down. Often he was displeased with my attempts to record my ideas, emotions, or considerations. Writing was merely a way to ask for suffering, so I kept from it as much as possible. 

He could not hurt me for speaking, at least not as much since he was unable to predict exactly what I would say at any given moment. It certainly helped me to learn the ways of political  and emotional manipulation, not that I am proud of that fact. I learned that if I warped my mannerisms and glyph usage to a degree, becoming more vague and leaving plenty of room for unsaid meaning, additional pain could be avoided. As much as my host seemed fond of causing me pain, he often did not bother hurting me while I spoke so long as I kept within certain parameters. 

It is safe to say that the habit of speaking my thoughts aloud in this form has lingered, and I see no need to eliminate it. It is comforting to speak into the void as if another could hear me… it is easier to cope with reality that way…

With that said, when it comes to Alpha Trion, my views regarding him are… complicated to say the least. My memories have always been questionable, a fact that has become more and more prominent in recent cycles. Things come to me in tattered pieces and some memories are locked away from me entirely, unable to be accessed despite the fact that I can feel gaps in my recollections as starkly as I do the hostility from my host. I believe the Matrix may be involved, but that is beside the point. 

The gaps in my memory notwithstanding, Alpha Trion holds a unique place in my mind and spark. I have vague recollections of a time long gone by, a vision of things that have since passed. I remember him speaking to me in a place where only stars hung overhead, calling me ‘brother’ and saying something about me having ‘a grand purpose’. He seemed younger in that memory, but I do not know where or when it is from. I remember a distant feeling of affection directed toward him, but it was a strange form of love, one that I only recall experiencing during my youth after my initial forging in the frame of my host. 

In those tattered memories from the time when stars shone brightly overhead, Alpha Trion was kin, family in an odd sense, and a guardian to me. He was security and wisdom given form, a view I now find to have been somewhat misplaced. 

To offer some context for any listeners, when I first came into being, all I knew for a blinding moment was agony, then complete adoration toward my host, before finally everything settled on a rather cold and calculating apathy toward that which was unrelated to my duty. At the time all I knew was that Cybertron’s children needed my aid and protection, that was all I was required to be aware of. It was a simpler time for me. Alpha Trion was there during my forging, and I recall quite vividly how he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, threw me over his shoulder, and ran down a dark path as if his life depended on it. Looking back, his life very well might have. I remember the screams of agony from the priests who were there for my forging, the mecha who lingered in the shadows and watched in awe as I awoke.

I have yet to confirm my suspicions as I have not yet taken the time to speak to Megatron, but I believe he was there that cycle, and I am near certain he tore every last one of those priests and observers to pieces in his rage. I must have fallen into recharge somewhere along the path, as my next recollection was of me awaking once more, this time within the Primal Citadel, before its destruction of course. I believe that was the only time I ever entered that place. Something in me was terrified of that structure after what I went through there. 

I have already stated that my memories are not exactly the most reliable. That fact becomes quite prominent here as I cannot recall what Alpha Trion put me through in full. I believe it was an attempt on the Matrix’s part to protect my mind and spark from corruption. However some things are clear to me amidst the fog. I knew Alpha Trion was my brother from the moment I came into being, it is the nature of Primes to sense others like us due to our rarity and common origin. To those who know the chill of the void and the warmth of Primus’s embrace, it is not difficult to locate those who have also seen the beginning of times. Thus, with that knowledge, I remember reaching out to Alpha Trion, searching for guidance from him as I could not seem to access my host. 

However, instead of treating me with any degree of kindness as I flailed in confusion at being given a mortal frame and being unable to speak to my host, he gave me to the Elite Guard. Do not mistake what I am going to say following this as hatred toward the guard. No, if anything I pity those mecha who took me upon themselves in those early cycles of my functioning. When I was passed to them, I was cold, unfeeling, and did not at all care for others as I do now. The mind of a Prime… It is something I struggle to describe. I have unknowingly buried my nature quite deeply beneath memory and pain, but I know what I was, what I was intended to be. 

With Alpha Trion observing, my fourteen elite guardsmen put me through vigorous combat, strategy, speech, and political training. It is all a large blur for me, as at the time I was still adapting to my host’s memory and attempting to soothe him, not understanding why he was so frightened and angry. Despite that, the aches of hydraulics and cables from long cycles of being pushed to the limit are a lingering sensation even now. I recall the hymns sung without end during my training in the dark halls as if it were my own spark singing them. I… I remember the confusion and the turmoil that burned within me as I struggled to find something to cling to amidst the storm of change.

The Matrix was quiet in those cycles. Upon consideration, I believe it was still adjusting to my presence and Orion’s aggression. Whatever the case, it offered little comfort, and reaching out to my host in a desperate attempt to seek affection yielded nothing. I see now that the way I expressed my desires was… frightening to a mortal. Primes have unique methods of communication that I did not yet know were unacceptable and likely only frightened my host further. Still, I made attempts, and when I received nothing back amidst the chaos, I reached for Alpha Trion, trying desperately to understand and to seek familiarity if not a chance to be soothed. 

The cycle I went to him was a rainy one. Acid fell from the skies outside and looking out a window in the long dark halls revealed mecha running for safety. At the time, I felt nothing more than the slightest hint of concern before I continued on my way, eager to reach my destination. When I arrived at Alpha Trion’s office, I entered quietly and tried to ask him to help me, to explain and give me comfort in the only way I knew how. But when he stood to face me, I felt fear for the first time. He took my audial in his servos and tore my finial off, causing me to cry out on instinct, still unused to mortal pain. Energon fell from the wound and I remember being so confused, wondering why a fellow Prime would hurt me as I gazed down at where energon coated my digits from my attempts to staunch the bleeding.

“You are a Prime. A Prime does not show weakness or hesitation. Your duty is clear. The enemy must be destroyed and peace returned to Cybertron. Put these foolish mortal emotions aside and focus on what you were forged for, brother.” 

That is what he said to me that cycle as tears fell from my optics. I did not return to him after that. I did not know why at the time, but I see now that it was because I was afraid. I did not wish to be hurt, so I trained with the guard until it was time to be deployed to the front lines to meet my Autobots with the false tale Alpha Trion gave me of my ‘acceptance’ of the Matrix and the ‘reforging’ it put me through. 

He frightened me, and whatever else he did to me during my time at the Primal Citadel scarred me so deeply that even now I cannot recall all that came to pass in that place. I only spent perhaps three stellar cycles there, but it changed me, it snuffed the mortal emotions that I began to develop and kept me from trying to reach out to others in any significant capacity until Bumblebee came into my life. I do not know what Alpha Trion did to me… I do not think I want to know. But I am prone to believing that ripping off my finial was not his only crime against me. As I left that place and observed my frame for the first time in the quiet of my battle front quarters, I found quite a few additional scars, some looking to have come from a wide assortment of weaponry and others looking as if they were from claws.

I never returned to the Primal Citadel, nor did I ever wish to. My spark flared in fear whenever I considered the location, even now I am not yet content with whatever horrible atrocities befell me there.

Alpha Trion is my brother. I know that much. But… he was no friend, nor was he kind. He was cruel, and now as I learn more about my host, I have found he hurt Orion just as much, if not more than he ever hurt me. I will never claim to understand his motives, but his influence is everywhere. I struggle to see it amidst the storm within my mind and the Matrix’s constant whispers now that it is active, but sometimes I see his work in the way my guardsmen act. Sometimes I can sense the corruption he instilled as I observe my beloved’s total devotion to what he believes. Sometimes… I can see it in myself when I see the face I stole in the mirror and the sickening white of my optics that comes whenever I don’t want to feel… when I want to forget…

There have been no sightings of Alpha Trion or any indicator of his death. He has vanished, but I do not believe he is gone. If Alpha Trion is anything like me, he will not rest until his duty is done. I suspect he lingers, watching and observing somewhere in the dark, waiting for a chance to act again and move things as he sees fit. I am no fool, I can feel the fragility of my mind only barely held together by the affection of my lover, the adoration of my sparklings, and the soothing whispers of the Matrix. If Alpha Trion were to return…

I do not believe I would survive the encounter.

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[Recording ends.]

[daimonclub]

Literature and Life

Literature, ideas, learning and Knowledge. Literature and life. The art of words, writing, reading, telling stories, using imagination, fantasy and knowledge with a lot of free e-books and links to literary resources. What’s more at the end of the article you will find a link to download a free E-book edited by Carl William Brown. WORLD BOOKS IN THE NET is a free web resource which contains links to free downloadable e-books, publishers, authors, technical papers, documents, as well as user contributed content, articles, reviews and comments. A literary social sharing service to students, teachers, researchers and e-book lovers. Anna's Archive is a free non-profit online shadow library metasearch engine providing access to a variety of book resources (also via IPFS), created by a team of anonymous archivists (referred to as Anna and/or the Pirate Library Mirror (PiLiMi) team), and launched in direct response to law enforcement efforts, formally assisted by The Publishers Association and the Authors Guild, to close down the Z-Library website in November 2022. As such, the Anna's Archive team claims to provide metadata access to Open Library materials, to be a backup of the Library Genesis and Z-Library shadow libraries, presents ISBN information, has no copyrighted materials on its website, and only indexes metadata that is already publicly available. Anna's Archive notes that their website, a non-profit project, accepts donations to cover costs (hosting, domain names, development and related). Nonetheless, besides the recently launched Anna's Archive website, many other alternative workarounds to the recent attempts to take down the Z-Library website have been reported. PDF Drive - Search and download PDF files for free The limits of my language mean the limits of my world. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractacus Logico-Philosophicus Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them… I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon’s teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. John Milton DA Datta, DA Dayadhvam, DA Damyata, shantih, shantih, shantih! (Give, sympathize, control, peace, peace, peace). T.S. Eliot from The Waste Land Stories entertain and teach; they help us to enjoy life and also to endure it. After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world. Philip Pullman Don’t just say that you have read books. Show that through them you have learned to think better. Epictetus Stories are the most important thing in the world. Without stories, we wouldn't be human beings at all. Philip Pullman Might I give counsel to any young man, I would say to him, try to frequent the company of your betters. In books and in life, that is the most wholesome society; learn to admire rightly; the great pleasure of life is that. Note what great men admired; they admired great things; narrow spirits admire basely and worship meanly. W. M. Thackeray There can be no transforming of darkness into light and of apathy into movement without emotion. Carl Jung What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. T. S. Eliot The palest ink is better than the most retentive memory. Chinese proverb What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. T. S. Eliot We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion. T. S. Eliot https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dn1H8r0Lkc The greatness of literature cannot be determined solely by literary standards though we must remember that whether it is literature or not can be determined only by literary standards. T. S. Eliot The historical sense compels a man to write not merely with his own generation in his bones, but with a feeling that the whole of literature from Homer and within it the whole of the literature of his own country has a simultaneous existence and composes a simultaneous order. T. S. Eliot Literature is news that stays news. Ezra Pound Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature. T. S. Eliot It is just the literature that we read for 'amusement' or 'purely for pleasure' that may have the greatest, least suspected, earliest influence on us. T.S. Eliot The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate. J. B. Priestley Religion is only literature, but luckily literature is more than that! Carl William Brown The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. Oscar Wilde Imaginative literature in the service of rebellion, or satanism, quickly sinks  into exhibitionism or obscurity. Imaginative literature as the expression of a deeply apprehended truth, poetry which interprets to a man the myth of his own age, can in the hands of Dante, of Shakespeare, of Cervantes, of Camoes and of  Goethe, help to raise the level of a whole civilization. J. M. Cohen Literature that is not the breath of contemporary society, that dares not transmit the pains and fears of that society, that does not warn in time against threatening moral and social dangers, such literature does not deserve the name of literature; it is only a façade. Such literature loses the confidence of its own people, and its published works are used as wastepaper instead of being read. Alexander Solzhenitsyn Since "Profonda Magia E' Sempre Trar Il Contrario Dopo Aver Trovato Il Punto De' L'unione" as Giordano Bruno said, I don't agree with Eliot when he affirms that the purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink, but I would rather say that the real, magick sense and goal of literature is the opposite, that is to turn ink into blood! Carl William Brown Literature is a vague term which usually denotes works which belong to the major genres: epic, drama, lyric, ode, novel, short story, etc. In any case its main feature is that it is referred to the practice and profession of writing and reading. It comes from human interest in telling a story, in arranging words in artistic forms, in describing in words some aspects of human experiences. So we can read Literature for Knowledge, for Pleasure, for Relaxation or as a therapy to the nuisances of life! Literature, painting, sculpture, theater, film - all these forms are part of people’s efforts to transcend reality. It might be for the purpose of moralizing, of presenting a “higher truth,” or simply to entertain, to replace the theater of the real with pleasant fantasy. Carl William Brown Most definitions of literature have been criterial definitions, definitions based on a list of criteria which all literary works must meet. However, more current theories of meaning take the view that definitions are based on prototypes: there is broad agreement about good examples that meet all of the prototypical characteristics, and other examples are related to the prototypes by family resemblance. For literary works, prototypical characteristics include careful use of language, being written in a literary genre (poetry, prose fiction, or drama), being read aesthetically, and containing many weak implicatures. Jim Meyer In an essay titled The Poetry of Pope (published in the North British Review, Aug. 1848), Thomas de Quincey made an interesting distinction between the literature of knowledge and the literature of power: There is, first, the literature of knowledge; and, secondly, the literature of power. The function of the first is to teach; the function of the second is to move. The first is a rudder, the second an oar or a sail. The first speaks to the mere discursive understanding; the second speaks ultimately, it may happen, to the higher understanding or reason, but always through affections of pleasure and sympathy. De Quincey elaborates the idea at some length. What he is getting at is that an encyclopaedia instructs and is therefore didactic; a great play, on the other hand, moves by appealing to the emotions and thereby also instructs but in a totally different way. WORLD BOOKS IN THE NET is a free web resource which contains links to free downloadable e-books, publishers, authors, technical papers, documents, as well as user contributed content, articles, reviews and comments. A literary social sharing service to students, teachers, researchers and e-book lovers. Short glossary of Literary Terms; Anyway, among all the different international amazing e-book links I would certainly recommend the famous and great Z-library website! A hallmark feature of human intelligence is its adaptability, the ability to invent and rearrange conceptions of the world to suit changing goals and environments. One consequence of this flexibility is the great diversity of languages that have emerged around the globe. Each provides its own cognitive toolkit and encapsulates the knowledge and worldview developed over thousands of years within a culture. Each contains a way of perceiving, categorizing and making meaning in the world, an invaluable guidebook developed and honed by our ancestors. Lera Boroditsky, “How Language Shapes Thought,” Scientific American, Feb. 2011 The most noble and profitable invention of all other, was that of speech, consisting of names or apellations, and their connections; whereby men register their thoughts; recall them when they are past; and also declare them one to another for mutual utility and conversation; without which, there had been amongst men, neither commonwealth, nor society, nor contract, nor peace, no more than amongst lions, bears, and wolves. Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan The Nature of Literature The first problem to confront us is, obviously, the subject matter of literary scholarship. What is literature? What is not literature? What is the nature of literature? Simple as such questions sound, they are rarely answered clearly. One way is to define “literature” as everything in print. We then shall be able to study the “medical profession in the fourteenth century” or “planetary motion in the early Middle Ages” or “Witchcraft in Old and New England.” As Edwin Greenlaw has argued, “Nothing related to the history of civilization is beyond our province” ; we are “not limited to belles lettres or even to printed or manuscript records in our effort to understand a period or civilization,” and we “must see our work in the light  of its possible contribution to the history of culture.” Rene Wellek and Austin Warren

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We already have prosecutor Riddle and serial killers Floyd. How about an unethical Detective Cater? He has contacts that would allow him to learn details of Floyd's crimes and even gain access to the crime scene. He has no qualms about selling what information he gets to newspapers or news media for the right price. When he discovers Floyd's little obsession with the reader, he's goaded to know more about you and oops, he's obsessed.

I like to imagine all of Heartslabyul is connected to the law in some way with sk!Floyd au, so detective Cater is amazing! He’s more dedicated to crafting a thrilling read for the media than he is with delivering justice. His sense of right and wrong is rather flimsy, and he’s quick to play both sides if it’s to his advantage and benefit. With his bubbly charisma and social butterfly personality, it’s easy for him to gain the favor of his coworkers in the office. He’s good at keeping the darker facets of himself hidden under layers of manufactured cheerfulness.

When he requests your file from the higher-ups for his own research purposes (after all, he’s still investigating the string of murders that may or may not be connected to Floyd and you’re the only one outside of Azul and Jade who Floyd chooses to speak to), he doesn’t expect to find himself so enthralled. Something about you is so interesting to him. Maybe it’s because you’re tied closely to the media as well, and Cater simply adores checking his socials to see what people are saying about the agency and their work with certain cases. Cater writes plenty of notes on what he learns about you and your connections. From his research, he realizes rather quickly that Floyd’s fond of you. Floyd is such a fascinating subject. Cater knows that you and Floyd will make for perfect main characters in the story he’ll craft for the media. He’s just a happy-go-lucky detective. No one will think he’s capable of ruining your career from the shadows. It’s done out of love, he’ll tell himself. Whether out of love for juicy gossip or love for you, he can’t quite say.

Since Cater is a detective and Riddle is a correctional officer, Deuce must be a police officer! In canon, his dream job is to become a magical enforcement officer, and I like to think that in the sk!Floyd au he's a genuine officer with a strong sense of justice (unlike the very corrupt detective Cater). Or maybe he runs a homicide clean-up business with Ace and the two of them are always getting thrown into the most unfortunate situations. As for Trey, I want to write sk!Trey thoughts because I like the idea of Riddle (who is close with the law and has met his fair share of criminals) being best friends with a killer and he doesn’t even know it. Trey's smart enough to keep his enemies close. After all, there's no way the sweet, gentle baker could ever be a terrifying serial killer in private, right?

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A digital download tarot system based prompt writing journal, this Digital Download of my 78 Prompts for Self Exploration & Healing has over 100+ prompts in total with each card having 2-4 prompts each. This download is 8.5 x 11 inches

Please leave your email so you I can send you Google drive access to download it yourself, the file is to big for Etsy. You can download and fill it out electronically or even print it yourself. There is 5 UNIQUE tarot spreads, The Empress, The Lovers, The Hanged Man, Death and The Emperor. This journal is a chance to be honest and open with yourself as well learn a deeper understanding in your readings, there will be some positive prompts, prompts for mindfulness, and prompts for shadow work.

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It will be a week or two and I will be release an 8.5x11 spiral notebook edition (people may request different sizes and bindings).