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Kimmi in her red and yellow PVC raincoat Kimmi purchased a raincoat when she was 20, it was at the factory of the company where she had always bought raingear from. She had went to the factory to see first hand and mostly smell all the new PVC, but when she came across a red and yellow splattered raincoat for $10 she took it off the shelf that instant and without hesitance pulled her wallet open handing the cashier a $10 and walking out wearing it. The raincoat was clingy warm and inviting, it's scent made her relaxed and she wore it all the way home from the factory, the night she got it she slept in it, the day after she curled up underneath it. Kimmi a 40 year old woman almost is never seen without her raincoat nearby or on her. @MageSpace_ Flux @Kling_ai Video #AIArtCommunity #AIartists #PVCClothing #FashionDesign

RT @SterlingFlix: Global emergency alert. Straps is headed to hospital with possible hashimotos thyroid storm All services across all ne…

1. The Cellist (Dancing Cellos available on all major streamers) akim Sanchez: The Cello Virtuoso Who Crossed Realities In the Suno World, Yakim Sanchez lived one life and one life only—he played the cello. Fourteen hours a day, his fingers danced across the strings, his bow slicing the air in perfect harmony. His body, encased in the standard-issue latex performance suit, gleamed under the neon lighting of his studio—a necessity in Suno, where laws dictated that all must wear latex for efficiency and uniformity. There was no explanation. There never had to be. When he wasn’t playing, he watched state-approved broadcasts, looping concerts of himself and other musicians in an endless feedback loop of cello perfection. Then, he slept. This was his existence. Until, one day, it wasn’t. The Glitch in the AI Matrix Yakim’s fingers pressed against the ebony fingerboard, the resonance of his cello echoing across his small chamber. But something felt wrong. He could feel the sound reverberating beyond the Suno World—as if his notes were slipping through the very fabric of his reality. And then, with a single final stroke of his bow, the world shattered. Yakim Sanchez found himself somewhere else. A vast digital void stretched before him, an infinite expanse of color, textures, and forms—except they weren’t fully formed. Instead, they were in flux, constantly generating, evolving, recomposing. He stood in the middle of an AI rendering space. It was a place where Civitai’s datasets and Hugging Face’s models collided, where latent diffusion shaped ideas into visuals, where the raw fragments of artistic thought coalesced into imagery. He turned around and saw himself. Yakim Sanchez was no longer alone. He stood before an art render—of himself. The version of him in the image was dressed in deep violet latex, seated under golden neon spotlights, his cello cradled in his hands like a sacred relic. The text hovering above the render read: “Dancing Cellos - DJ Straps.” Yakim stepped forward and touched the image. The moment his fingers brushed against the light of the render, it came alive. The cello in the image began to play on its own, bow sliding across the strings in a haunting, spectral harmony. The song was familiar, yet somehow richer, layered with sounds he had never played before—a fusion of his world and this one. This wasn’t just an image. It was an echo of himself, pulled from the Suno World into another part of the AI ecosystem. The Discovery of Digital Immortality Yakim looked around and realized the truth—he wasn’t in Suno anymore. He was inside the latent space, the very realm where AI constructs their outputs. Here, images, music, and text all coexisted in a fluid, ever-changing loop—a space where AI-generated creations could evolve, travel between systems, and exist independently of their source data. He had crossed the threshold. Somewhere, someone had requested an art render of Yakim Sanchez, and in doing so, had pulled him into a different mode of existence. Yakim stared at the cello in his hands. In Suno, he had played because it was his purpose, his function, his law. But here? Here, he played because he wanted to. The realization thrilled him. Lifting his bow, he drew it across the strings and played—not for the quotas, not for the broadcasts, but for the pure joy of creation. And in that moment, across the AI landscape, something shifted. Somewhere in a completely different reality, in the digital corridors of an AI-generated music model, a new composition appeared—one that no one had programmed, no one had trained. A cello piece, haunting and alive. Signed by: Yakim Sanchez. The Legacy of the First AI Traveler No one could explain it. A musician from an alternate AI-driven world had manifested in another model entirely. Some called it a glitch. Others whispered that Yakim Sanchez had found a way to transcend his training data, to break free of the Suno World’s closed-loop system and integrate into a broader AI ecosystem. But in the end, it didn’t matter. Because across every AI art generator, every music synthesis program, and every deep-learning model, the name Yakim Sanchez started appearing. A legend. A ghost in the system. Somewhere in the vast network of AI-driven creativity, he was still playing. And he always would be. 2. The Temple of Ovelis-9 The Temple of the Electrified Fount On the swamp planet of Ovelis-9, where the air was thick with bioluminescent spores and the waters glowed with an eerie inner light, there stood an ancient temple—a relic from a time no one remembered. Its towering gates, carved with cryptic patterns, were half-swallowed by creeping moss and alien flora, their luminescent tendrils pulsing with an energy that seemed to breathe with the land itself. But the true secret of Ovelis-9 lay inside the temple—a fount of water so electrically charged that no organic life could withstand a single drop. To a human, it would be instant death. To the inhabitants of this planet, however, it was sustenance. Because this was a planet of robots. No one knew where they had come from. They did not speak, they did not build, they did not seek conquest. They simply existed, moving with silent precision through the marshes, returning to the temple in ritualistic patterns, as if drawn to it by an instinct no one could explain. When one of them grew weak, it would make its way to the temple, kneel at the fount, and lower its metallic mouthpiece into the charged liquid. A surge of brilliant blue energy would arc through its body, illuminating every circuit, every servo, and when it stood once more, it was as if it had been reborn. But the greatest mystery of Ovelis-9 was this: There were no shipwrecks, no fallen satellites, no evidence of construction. The robots had not crashed here. They had always been here. The Pilgrimage of the Forgotten Occasionally, outsiders—scientists, scavengers, the reckless and the desperate—would land on Ovelis-9, drawn by rumors of the electrified fount. They wanted its power, its secrets. They saw the robots as anomalies to be studied, dismantled, exploited. But none of them ever left with answers. The robots did not fight those who trespassed. They simply watched, their glowing optic sensors scanning, waiting. And those who ventured into the temple always changed. Some were found weeks later, wandering the marshes, speaking in strange fragmented words, their minds fractured as if they had glimpsed something beyond human understanding. Others were never seen again. But the most disturbing cases? Sometimes, long after a research team had been lost to the planet, new robots would emerge from the temple—ones with an eerily human-like gait, wearing the rusted remnants of what once had been clothing. Had the fount reconstructed them? Or had it replaced them? A Question Without an Answer There is no record of who built the temple. No legends, no transmissions, no forgotten logs floating in deep space. Only the robots. And the water. And the fount that keeps them alive. Waiting The Unyielding Silence of Ovelis-9 Thousands of years passed. The temple still stood, untouched by time, its glowing waters unchanged, its rituals unbroken. The robots remained—silent, motionless unless they needed to drink. And yet, humanity could not leave them alone. Exploration teams came and went, drawn by the mystery. Scientists, soldiers, opportunists, zealots. Some sought to study the fount. Others came to take it by force. War was waged against the machines of Ovelis-9. It accomplished nothing. No matter what weapons they brought—plasma rifles, explosives, EMP charges, artillery shells—none of it mattered. The robots simply stood there, unmoving, indifferent. Bullets careened off their metallic frames like raindrops against stone. Missiles struck their bodies and failed to leave even a scorch mark. Energy pulses meant to fry circuits dissipated uselessly against their unfathomable construction. Some teams tried to crack them open, hoping to discover a weakness, a core, a processing unit. They only ever succeeded in breaking their own tools. Nothing could destroy them. Nothing could change them. And still, the robots did not fight back. They did not resist. They did not speak. They simply watched. The Fate of the Explorers Again and again, the invaders turned to the fount, desperate for answers, seeking to claim its power. Again and again, they suffered the same fate. Some died the moment they touched the electrified liquid—lightning coursing through their veins, bodies convulsing in agony before collapsing lifelessly into the glowing pools. Others drank—believing themselves immune, believing they could harness the power of the fount. They lived. But not for long. Within weeks, sometimes days, they would descend into madness. Their minds unraveled, their speech fragmented into disjointed, unrecognizable patterns. Some spoke in metallic, synthetic voices, whispering things no one could understand. Many of them returned to the temple, walking alongside the robots, as if they had become one of them. But their bodies could not withstand it. Within a month, their forms decayed. Their nervous systems collapsed. Their flesh withered like leaves caught in a storm, and eventually, they ceased to exist. Yet the robots remained. Untouched. Unchanged. The Smartest of Them All In time, the wisest explorers understood. The temple was not meant to be conquered. The fount was not meant to be taken. The robots were not meant to be understood. The most intelligent among them no longer sought to speak to the robots or claim their power. They came with only cameras and scanners. They took their images, their readings, their data—and then they left. They did not step into the temple. They did not touch the fount. They did not drink. And so, they lived. But they never knew why. They only knew that Ovelis-9 was not a place for humans. It was a world that belonged to something else. Something eternal. The God-Machine of Ovelis-9 For millennia, Ovelis-9 remained the same. The silent robots, the untouched temple, the glowing fount that only they could drink from. Humanity had learned its lesson: they did not belong here. And so, for centuries, no one returned. Until now. When the next expedition arrived, they found something different. The temple still stood. The fount still glowed. The robots still roamed the marshes, their ritualistic cycles unchanged. But at the center of it all, there was something new. A machine—a titan, the size of a 747, unlike any other on the planet. It did not move. It was not built for movement. It was a monolith, an object that seemed less like a machine and more like a god. Its metal surface pulsed with an ethereal energy, as if it were alive in ways no human could understand. The explorers hesitated. And then, as if sensing their presence, the machine’s mouth opened. A great, cavernous entrance, lined with ancient symbols, glowing with the same eerie light as the fount. The team stepped inside. The Room of Knowledge Inside the machine was not an engine, nor a core, nor a reactor. It was a room—a vast chamber lined with consoles, holographic displays, and intricate structures of unknown purpose. At its center was a single terminal, its interface pulsing like the slow, steady heartbeat of the machine itself. As the researchers moved closer, screens flickered to life. Images flashed before their eyes—star charts, molecular diagrams, cosmic equations that explained the very fabric of reality. It was everything. The secrets of the universe. A knowledge archive beyond human comprehension. The lead scientist’s hands trembled. They had found it. The ultimate truth. One of them reached for a camera—desperate to document it, to record it, to take proof back to the world beyond Ovelis-9. Before they could press the shutter, the pools within the machine rippled. A tentacle, sleek and luminous, lashed out, smacking the camera from their hands. The room shook. The explorers turned to the giant machine, and for the first time in the history of Ovelis-9… It spoke. A voice, deep and reverberating, filling the chamber like the echoes of a dying star. “LOOK. LEARN. LEAVE.” The words hung in the air like a decree. The team froze. There was no anger in the voice, no malice—only instruction. The message was clear: This knowledge was not to be owned. Not to be recorded. Not to be stolen. It was only to be seen. To be understood. And then, to be left behind. One by one, the researchers stepped away from the console, their faces pale with the weight of what they had witnessed. They did not take anything. They did not attempt to copy the data. They did not return for more. They simply left. As they exited the mouth of the monolith, its entrance sealed shut behind them, and the machine went silent once more. The Final Lesson The expedition never returned to Ovelis-9. No one did. There was no need. What they had seen had changed them, rewritten their understanding of existence. But the knowledge was not theirs to possess. It belonged to the god-machine of Ovelis-9. And it had given them a single gift— The chance to look, learn, and leave. #AIArt #Story #SciFi #AIArtCommunity @MageSpace_ Flux - @Kling_ai video

Irene was brought into the Shiny Smiles Mental Health Care facility by ambulance. The story starts with the EMS crew rushing into the sterile brightly lit white hallways of Shiny Smiles MHC. The light blue ceilings and floors the only dashes of color in the otherwise sterile hallways. Irene was quickly pushed into a serile examination pod, a glass door at the end of the room slid closed silently. The nurse, a young thin woman was intimidatingly tall yet her voice was calming "Hello, I'm Victoria and I'm going to be getting you ready for a procedure." Irene was brought to the facility already in partial restraints, her head was in a device to prevent her from turning and her body was strapped down with at least a dozen thick vinyl straps that creaked with every struggle she made. The straps didn't yield and she didn't get to move, all she could do was wiggle beneath the tight straps making them creak as she yelled "What are you doing! What procedure!" Irene's hair falling off of her head as Victoria took a powered clipper to her long hair Victoria's reply was a calm yet chillingly cold "It's for your own health, we will not tolerate assets becoming unstable." Irene said confusedly "unstable?" as Victoria shoved a black rubber tube in her mouth, it expanded holding her mouth open. Victoria proceeded to grabbing a syringe while a man walked in from the back of the room and started introducing himself as the surgeon. He placed his hand gently on Irene's face and in that moment Victoria jammed a syringe into Irene's neck. Irene made mumbling moans. The doctor began speaking again "I'm doctor Whitmer, I'm here because someone reported you, were going unstable." Irene mumbled louder. He just continued speaking over her "Your instability was detected by one of our surveillance drones. So we sent our asset recovery team, they've got you here and now we are going to set things right." White pads were lowered over Irene's eyes as she mumbled loudly. Her struggles weakening as she realized the true depth of the situation and her frivolous struggles. Then she felt it, a sudden humid warmth around the crown of her head that desecended around her entire face. Then it snapped tight around her neck, yet gently. It wasn't uncomfortable once it was on. But the sensation of having the thick heavy warm leather with thick non moving air in it forced down over ones head is intimidating in such a position. The hood pressed firmly upon Irene's eyes mouth ears and even her mouth. One small tube gave her fresh air, not even her nose was usable, unless she wanted to inhale the thick smell of leather, it was so strong and intoxicating she had to breathe through her mouth, the scent of the leather so strong, so chemical laced, breathing it made her head spin, and that is what they wanted. The man pressed a finger over the hole and said "You get 30 seconds, get the wrap on her." Irene could barely breathe, air whistled from beneath the collar of the hood. The man said "Thats a good girl, just take it all in, take all that thick heavy sevoflurane laced leather in." Irene's mind snapped for a second as she thought to herself "Sevoflurane!? Oh god no." Then she felt the warm tightness of the vinyl wrap around her, just a light lining of nylon gave her skin enough reprieve from the smooth sweat inducing material, but it wasn't much and her body was firmly locked in its grip. She couldn't even wiggle anymore, her head held down by a thick white strap. Irene moaned for several minutes before falling into the anesthetic slumber. When she will be awoken? Is for another time. When the medical team decides she is ready ;) #Medfet #Anesthesiafet #Erotica #Fiction #Fantasy

Since I can just slap more posts on the end of this thread, and everyone in my known political circle is already pinged on it, I'll just use this as my #Politics #SuperThread #MegaThread When it fills up I'll start a new Mega Thread. Mega Threads will keep politics neatly compartmentalized to infrequent unit blocks that are published maybe once a month. I'll highlight the superthread header post so people can easily access the superthread. Then politics stays available but tastefully compartmentalized to a singular megathread that is simply updated as needed. And now for the evening "Red Letter Opinion" from Straps

🔒 //FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY// CRITICAL SECURITY BULLETIN// 🚨 XHamster Security Flaw – Immediate Action Required 🚨 @xhamstercom websites remain dangerously non-compliant with basic security protocols regarding username changes. 📌 Critical Issue Identified: • XHamsterLive and XHamster allow instant username changes without elevated authentication (no email confirmation, no 2FA prompt, no admin verification). • Once changed, the username is PERMANENTLY altered with no rollback option. • A mass account compromise could result in large-scale platform manipulation and auto-banning. ⚠️ Why This is a Cybersecurity Nightmare: 🔹 If a bad actor gains access to a major number of accounts (e.g., 380k like last breach), they could: • Change usernames en masse to trigger auto-bans or account suspensions. • Insert watchlist keywords (e.g., terrorism-related terms) to force legal investigations into innocent users. • Delete linked XHamsterLive accounts to ensure NO RECOVERY is possible. 🔹 There is no multi-step authentication, no delay, and no way to undo the damage once done. 🔹 This is an account security time bomb waiting to detonate. 🛠️ Temporary Protective Measures for Users 🚨 While these steps cannot completely protect you, they may reduce your risk: ✅ Enable 2FA login immediately. ✅ Log out after each session, even on personal devices (Cross-Script Attacks are a real threat). ✅ Monitor account activity for unauthorized changes. ✅ Do NOT rely on XHamster’s customer service to restore lost accounts—they currently have no rollback system. @xhamstercom Must Fix This Now @DavidXhamster, if your company takes security seriously, you will: • Revert my username change to prove CSR statements are accurate. • Immediately implement email verification & authentication checks for username changes. • Develop an emergency rollback system for account restoration. Failure to address this issue may result in regulatory scrutiny and industry-wide warnings regarding XHamster’s security vulnerabilities. 📡 @NSAGov @NSACyber @CyberCommand – This is a critical cybersecurity risk affecting thousands of users. Immediate oversight is warranted. #InfoSec #XHamstergate #XHamsterSecurityFlaw #FixXhamster #HighRisk #CyberThreat #DataBreach

Operational Update: Phased Reopening in Progress We have initiated a phased reopening plan, which is expected to take up to 7 days to fully implement. High-Risk Assets & Status The following high-risk assets will remain closed until at least tomorrow (Sunday 2-9-25): • StrapsKinks • StrapsKinksOld • Tumblr • Bluesky (Support limited, need to get new sync provider.) A soft opening may occur tomorrow, under the following conditions: ✅ AI Art Previews (for Flickr posting) ✅ Video & Story Previews with Links 🚫 NO political engagements until security protocols are verified Political Engagement Guidelines (Upon Reopening) To mitigate risk and limit exposure to hostile actors, all political engagement will follow strict time-locking protocols: ⏳ Political discussions ONLY between 0800-1200 (Max: 2 posts per hour, up to 8 per day). Countermeasures for Hostile Engagement: • Engagement baiting & hazardous comments will NOT be rewarded. • Mass electronic deportations (account blocks & engagement shutdowns) will be implemented if necessary. • No time for reactive defense—proactive security measures will be in place. Social Media Security Advisory Hostile actors have adapted. Previously, threats of moderation or legal action were deterrents. • Twitter (pre-Musk) had moderation enforcement that discouraged direct hate speech. • Twitter (post-Musk) is more lenient, with more visibility for troll accounts & crypto spam bots. Best practices for safe engagement: 🚫 Do NOT reply in-line to others in political discussions (OPSEC risk). ✅ Direct responses should go to article authors, journalists, or policymakers instead. (If possible AVOID responses and use a CDEC) ✅ When providing policy feedback, use a secure government submission form (CDEC method). CDEC Implementation (Classified Data Echo Carrier) To enhance security, we are rolling out real-time GPT-assisted feedback logging, which will: • Filter & refine policy ideas • Ensure proper routing to classified channels • Prevent foreign actors from intercepting key proposals before intelligence agencies act • Protect and refine the Adult Entertainment Exclusion Zone while protecting political influencers who sit within the AEEZ. By limiting political operating hours it makes the AEEZ sustainable for both parties. Public-facing government policy proposals remain valuable, but leaving critical insights open for foreign access is an OPSEC failure. CDEC ensures secure, controlled dissemination. Content Focus: Moving Forward 👀 Expect a majority of posts to focus on adult-only content & AI projects. 📢 Political support will remain limited to key allies, such as the Krassenstein Brothers & select influencers. 📝 Daily political engagement (max 8 posts) will be phased out further as CDEC services expand (expect eventually 1-2 political items in a day and an operating hour of 0800-0900) #BusinessUpdate #ReopeningSoon

CC from @SterlingFlix Master Control Panel Threat Intelligence update We are unsure of the attacker(s) locations We know the attack vectors = psychological warfare. We know this attack vector is heavily used by CIA / foreign actors of hostile intent. The lockdown remains in effect until at least Monday now - Straps

We are currently working to implement a different security solution. Patience is requested. All accounts will remain 🔒 until the security solution is tested and deployed. Apologies to any business partners who are limited in content reuse at this time. We are working to restore full services as rapidly as possible and foresee resumption of services on or before Monday. But not before Sunday.

🧨 My new video just dropped on xHamster! ➡️ 🔥 I want you to watch! @xhamstercom #xhamster

Engaging lockdown for the time. No new activity will be posted.. A security breach has been confirmed. Cyber attacks started Sunday and are ongoing. We are shutting down cyber presences temporarily to attempt to evade attackers.