Hi, I Am Katerina

What a long way to say "PLEASE SAVE HIM"

Internet Security 101:  Actual Advice for avoiding pedophilles and predators on the internet! 

I do this for a job.  

 - Do not ever put a picture you took online without using a Metadata Remover Program first.  Coding.Tools has one, and there are apps for it.   If you do not, then any creep smart enough to google a metadata/EXIF viewer can find your LONGITUDE LATITUDE AND CAMERA INFO.

- Tape your webcam when its not in use.  That way, even if something nasty gets on your computer, it cannot record you.

- Predators will lie to you about themselves.   They will present themselves to be your peer, talk about your hobbies.   As a result, a key skill in not looking like an easy target is not giving in to peer pressure.  

- All of those posts on how you should reblog and comment on fics DO NOT APPLY TO YOU, if you are a minor and it is a smutfic.   Even if your age isn’t in your profile.  

- Don’t sign up for a billion different things with your email.  Use Tenminutemail if you can.

- Discord servers are public spaces.  Don’t say anything that you wouldn’t say in a public space.   You don’t know who has screenshots, you don’t know if your grandmother will join the server a month after you leave.  Act accordingly.

- Never use your real name online unless there it is a paid service.  Either pick a fictional character, or make an alias up.  I’m fond of using HP Lovecraft for websites that are too damn nosey about my name.

- Don’t list your triggers online.  You are giving every creep on the street personal info about what makes you tick.   If I were a particularly conniving predator, I could lie and say I have been through simmilar trauma to gain your trust.  They are criminals, they do that.

- Lying on the internet for the purposes of protecting yourself is always morally okay.   That cool joke your best friend told you the other day that you want to post about?  Bam! Thats now your sister.   Tell the story as you wish.   Make everyone who follows you mildly confused about your family tree.

- This goes doubly so when people you know IRL follow you: Never mention if you are home alone or on vacation until after the fact.  Don’t post vacation photos until you get home.

- You know those security questions?  That you can use to regain your password when you are locked out of something?  Most of those are googleable.   I reccomend going with something subjective and/or smartass.  (Favorite food is better than mothers maiden name.)   This is important because if I get into your email, I can get into anything that email is attached to.  

- If finding criminals online were easy, the police (and I.) would be out of a job.  They are smarter than you think, always err on the side of caution.

Slbp Three Unifiers (fanmade)

My tumblr is acting up again... Finally, its done. Each guy has a specific motif tjat relates to their important moment in the history. (had to repost this thing again because my phone is acting up as usual)

Please reblog only. ENJOY!

More Wallpapers Click Here

SWTOR MEMORIES

I really....really love this game. So much that I would ask my dad to borrow his laptop to play this game late at night while they were sleeping (since it had better specs than my old one...mine kept crashing T_T).

There were a number of memorable moments in game...and I name a few...

1. UNITED FORCES UPDATE (AKA MASSIVE SERVER MERGE) : I was a member of Ruinous Guild (EMPIRE), one of the biggest guilds of the former Harbinger server... And we were reunited with other members of our sister guilds from other servers inside our guild flagship. We did our shinenigans for group picture taking...some RPing (unfortunately I am quite an introvert even in game) But I had fun meeting new faces and perks of the "other club"

2. Knights of The Fallen Empire / Knights of the Eternal Throne stories : What I like in SWTOR, STORY QUESTS! And for me, nothing is as good as KoTFE and KoTET expansions (since I can replay them and experience the story again, unlike class, Flashpoint stories.)

(Note: includes Iokath and Nathema FP pics)

3. WORKING HARD FOR BETTER STRONGHOLD and DECORATIONS : When I first played my game...I remember owning starter strongholds from capital planets. One guild member invited me in their beautiful Nar Shaddaa Stronghold I got envious of his in-game wealth and dedication to design them (i was an F2P that time...so I was basically a beggar inside his "mansion")

But even so, I did try gathering my resources until such time I got my very first subscriber status (i think after 3 years of playing on-off) that lasted 6 months. And I got my dream house.

*goodbye 50 million credits!

And there were more unforgetable moments not listed here, such as the steep competition of PvP... (that I whacked my brains to devise a strategy...to sit on a corner while earning "defender" points doing NOTHING but watch my teammates outdo each other for kill counts. Just kidding tho)

...queing and grinding KUAT DRIVE YARD and HAMMER STATION FLASHPOINTS, especially during double xp week...got to max those toons to earn special gear!

...and OPERATIONS...YOU GOT TO LOVE THEM especially when it was your first time...

...LOVE THEIR EARFUL ARGUMENTS over the CHAT, I mean...love them when they go berserk and give you a piece of their mind while you laugh (secretly) at their own measly skills, but I won't discuss that.

On the whole, this game had brought me good memories and I would live to play again...

But..life sometimes forces us to let go of the things we cherish. That we have to reasses our priorities and pursue them instead...and mine got a little bit sooner than I would have hoped.

Perhaps I am writing this to remind my "future" self that should I have the time to go back and play PC games...I should return to this game.

AFTER ALL, I NEED TO GET BACK THOSE MILLIONS OF CREDITS I SPENT! Hehehe!

This, when Mitsunari joins the fray...

“Don’t poke my cheeks. The seeds will spill.”

Giant Lord Squeak Ieyasu is not amused 😆

(tried manga style)

#2 (#1) (V-Day Edition)

Shattered Bonds

Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad Party

Character: Inuchiyo

Summary:  His heartache came from the fact that he didn't ask for this upcoming war to happen; and yet, just because two of his most important persons decided one cannot live with another under the same sky, he found himself forced to choose sides and fight against his former friend.

Slightly based ON REAL HISTORY. How this young lord must have felt when he found HIMSELF on the other side of war against his close friend. One-shot (possibly out of many).

Also posted on my AO3.

Little pieces of white fell down from the blackened skies as the overcast clouds suppressed the dignified fortress atop a mountain. The wind blew its coldest as anxious servants within the stronghold struggle to make fire, soldiers rummaging through the stocks for extra blankets, and scouts braving the intense cold to look for signs of enemy ambush, or infiltration beyond its walls.

Or signs of invasion from their former allies.

At least, this is what the young lord of the castle (who is inside the war council room alone at the moment) wanted to think with regards to their "enemy"—a belief that is shared by the majority of his people. The lord may be young, but if there is any indication, the dark circles around his eyes suggest he had aged a lot from all the stress. A jar of sake was placed on the table, beside it were two cups: one for the man himself, the other was for the special somebody the man had all but lost thanks to this conflict. Filling the second cup was his usual habit whenever he and his friend would meet up for drinks in the past, and now, as an homage for his absent friend. It was meant to calm him, help him relax a little; obviously, it didn't work.

His heartache came from the fact that he didn't ask for this upcoming war to happen; and yet, just because two of his most important persons decided one cannot live with another under the same sky, he found himself forced to choose sides and fight against his former friend. If it were up to him, he would have stormed towards his dear partner on that fateful day, and beat the crap out of him for his crazy plan of following THEIR LATE LORD'S dream—and hope it will be just that. But no... his friend had coldly shrugged him off, as if his words are nothing and proceeded to leave without saying anything to him, he didn't even look at him in the eye! That usual smugness of his had always made the young lord's blood boil, but that day, he feared he had crossed the line, a point of no return.

So, now that the conflict has escalated, the young lord remembered that he had volunteered to lead the front and fight the good fight, hoping the prodigal himself will somehow turn back after a few defeats. Unfortunately, he got stonewalled by his superiors, given his ties to their supposed "traitor". There were no words just how angry he had been, angry at the people he and his departed friend were supposed to protect. Angry at his friend for not trusting HIM enough. Angry at himself for not knowing just how bad things had gone after their lord died on that tragic fire. Angry that he was forced to station at the rear by those scheming bastards who may or may not have designs for him and his clan. The bad memories only made the lord bit his lip and clench his sake cup hard until whites from his knuckles had formed.

It wasn't easy for the young lord to handle things at the rear, even though they were far from the actual fighting. A while ago, he had a fight with a vassal, whom he secretly knew as a spy from the old guards who had stonewalled him. Logistics had said that their supplies are barely enough to last for a month, a grave matter. The vassal in question had strongly suggested to scour nearby villages for food, water and heat by pillaging them. This was, of course, met with gasps and indignation from the young lord's loyalists but couldn't openly complain due to the vassal's backing.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how one sees this incident), the young lord refused the vassal's advice and even reprimanded him without regard of the political ramifications. To say things became chaotic is an utter understatement and the lord was at wits end during the ordeal. In the end, the vassal and his army left, leaving the castle almost defenseless and short of manpower at the present.

Frustration and a lingering sense of fear loom over this lord's heart as he sat inside the room, alone, waiting for someone from the shadows. There are a lot of things in this man's mind, questioning his own capacity as a leader. Was he wrong to refuse that vassal? Was he right to separate his own army from his? Hard questions poured into his mind as lines between right and wrong blur in every passing moment.

And the fact that all the tension from the upcoming battle and worsening weather got him at this breaking point...it is terrifying how much more burden he could take, before everything else snaps; before he himself become a cold heartless monster, all because of this wretched war.

He gulped down his sake and closed his eyes to find himself some semblance of peace, some form of control over the looming rage within his heart. The hearthfire failed to ease his foul mood and the silence only serves as a reminder of how poor morale is at the moment.

The castle lord stood up, his family sigil evident from his blue-black silk kimono. He made his way to the armory, passing through the wintery cold of the outdoors, checking on his soldiers, pages and servants along the way.

Once alone in the armory, he made his way towards his ornate spear, gently touching as if trying to recall a happier memory in order to keep himself sane. Lost in his own thoughts, he recalled his past as a young boy learning to wield his weapon. The time when he was still naive from the hard truths of war.

One sunny day, he had once held a practice spear in the middle of a match. Cheers of encouragement and jeers by the audience had filled the air. Old war veterans on the sidelines had looked thoughtfully at him and his opponent, assessing their strengths.

Across him had been another boy whose hair was a soft brown. His eyes were like clear brown sugar candies. His height couldn't match his own and his practice katana had been too small, but despite the obvious disadvantage, his opponent had given him a familiar lopsided grin; as if he knew how to turn things into his favor.

A time when both boys began as rivals, before they became best of friends, who still (ironically) fight here and there due to some simple crazy differences.

Before they became great vassals of their lord and achieved great things in their own right...

Before they inevitably became enemies after their lord had died…

Once upon a time, before he became the head of his clan and lord of this fortress, he was a rebellious boy of a prestigious samurai clan named Inuchiyo, and his enemy was his former friend, a clever peasant boy named Tokichiro.

(spoilers!) On Kojuro Act 2

I know a lot of friends don’t like Kojuro Act 2 for several reasons such as Koju leaving MC and Hide being evil…and I do not contest that, but personally, I LOVE IT….EVEN THOUGH Kojuro isn’t my main bias.

Yes, it has a lot of downer scenes that somehow make you like him less, and there are scenes where all you want is to pound your phone with something hard because…uggh!! (Trust me, I almost did.)

But the real strength of the MS is not on the fluffy romance we expect from an otome game…but on Kojuro’s inner conflict and how his subsequent choices affect MC and Date Clan.

Yes…Kojuro Act 2 is more about DRAMA than ROMANCE.

There will be SPOILERS (but not that detailed) here, but think of the Trolley Problem. In essence, Kojuro has to make a choice, both aren’t easy. Sacrifice one he loves to save the clan or stay with his beloved and watch his enemy destroy those he swore to protect. No matter what he does, he has to pay a very huge price. And this is clearly seen on the MS, the agony he felt as he weighed his options, and its serious consequences. Yet he has to make a choice. You can guess what he did, brace yourself and watch your temper, guys. You HAVE to.

Yonezawa retainers wanted blood, and they wanted MC to “pay the price” since Kojuro “become rogue”. I really should give praise to Date Boys. Masamune and Shigezane were really supportive of MC, despite the odds stacked against them. Masa could have rebellion in his hands in the light of Kojuro’s absence but he stick to his own beliefs. It was epic, I tell you. Shigezane even helped MC convince Masa to let her leave and look for Kojuro so that Kojuro can go home, because despite Kojuro’s actions, Shigezane trusted him still.

MC also faces a similar choice: to be with Kojuro and lose her place in Date clan, or stay in Yonezawa without knowing what happens to Kojuro. To leave means to be branded as a traitor and will be killed on sight…and she isn’t even sure if she will have a home or a place to stay where Kojuro is held.

Yet she braved all odds and faced the risks. I applaud this MC. And even though Kojuro brushed her away when they met (he did it to protect her from Hide), she still cling to him even though it hurts. At this point Kojuro is really a piece of—. But we soon see that everytime Kojuro shoved MC away, it was killing him inside because all he want is to see MC safe, yet in the moment of desperation, he failed to see how his actions hurt MC. And because of that, he broke his walls to embrace her once again. Because in the end, he still chose his own heart.

Meanwhile, just as Kojuro faced a difficult obstacle, we see Hideyoshi in a rather different light: the ANTAGONIST. Perhaps one of the reasons why some players liked this MS was that people get to see a new side of him. Yet, I know others HATED Hide in this, and understandibly so…he is no longer the cheeky flirty monkey we once knew and though he smiles…it is void of joy. He is scary, because he is trully a schemer and a master manipulator in this MS, and not even Kojuro saw him coming.

I will not expound here what Hide did to make Kojuro’s life miserable, but anyway, as the chapter progresses, MC began to see that Hide, too, was also suffering from his own hard choices and how he quietly laments that his methods is slowly killing him inside, just like Kojuro. Hideyoshi sacrificed his everything to achieve Divine Rule, even though he loses his own heart. Kojuro sacrificed his own heart to save Date clan, even though he will be seen as a traitor.

For whom does these people fight for? Love or Duty? And what will be the consequence? And what will they give for the sake of their goal?

And these are the questions Kojuro Act 2 is all about. And this is why I love it. And I hope for those who plan to read Koju Act 2…will be able to find the beauty of it as I do.