Terran Alexander

You’re so easy to manipulate, baby. It’s so easy to get you wrapped around my finger, with just a few dirty words, a few whispered threats, a few hot promises.

I would normally never make a post like this, but I’m increasingly desperate and running out of options.

If you’ve seen this hat, PLEASE CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY!

I can’t tell you how much I love this Luigi hat, I got it at Otakon like fifteen years ago from someone in the artist’s alley and I’ve had it ever since to the extent that it’s become something of my trademark. It’s incredibly valuable to me, it’s been with me through so much, and I pinned a lot of things to it that I never wanted to lose because I never thought I’d lose it! Especially that tiny handmade Samus hairclip I got in an art trade… and I also got the inside of it signed by Steve Purcell and Jeff Smith because I never thought in a million years I’d ever forget it somewhere…

But while I know I brought it with me on my last trip (since that last picture was taken while I was there), I can’t find any evidence that it made the trip back, and I’ve looked EVERYwhere. I’ve filed lost item reports with the airline, called each of the airports, gone to every place I can remember going to to ask if anyone’s seen it to no avail. I’ve tried so hard to take care of this hat over the years and I’m incredibly upset and mad at myself for losing something that means so much to me, it’s like I lost a part of myself or my identity in a way as ridiculous as that sounds. So I’m hoping against hope that one of you out there might have seen it and can help me.

The airports I stopped in on my way back home were the Albuquerque airport in New Mexico, the San Jose airport in California, and the Burbank airport in California. If you live in those areas, or were in either of those airports around the beginning of November or anything like that, PLEASE keep an eye out for my hat! It’s hard to miss, as you can tell from these pictures. I remember eating at a place in the San Jose airport during a layover, it was near Gate 26 and served a blue cheese burger, but I can’t remember the name of the restaurant itself. It’s possible I might have left it there, or somewhere around there, or someone picked it up, or something… I don’t know. I can’t remember anything more and I know how frustrating that is, believe me.

It doesn’t have any contact information in it or on it, but it DOES have two signatures on the inside in permanent marker, as mentioned above! They’re from Steve Purcell and Jeff Smith and are signed to Zar, so if you see the hat and all the pins are gone for some reason, you’ll know it’s my hat for sure by the signatures on the inside.

If you see weird pics of ladies with dubious links posted on your blog out of the blue, here’s a step by step way of stopping this and preventing it from happening again that I think might work.

Important : this only works if you can still access your blog!

Changing your password is important, but it won’t do you any good if your hacker still has an opened session on your blog and can still access it. So the first thing you wanna do is close your hacker’s session.

For that you need to go in your blog’s settings:

On the new page opened, scroll all the way down. There, you can see something called “Active Sessions“. The first and oldest one (”current session” in green) should be yours, the new one should be the hacker’s session. To close your hacker’s session, click the gray X next to it.

Now that their session is closed, they can’t access your blog anymore unless they enter the password again.

So don’t lose time, go all the way back up and change your password immediately. Make also sure your hacker didn’t change your email address.

Now you should be safe from your hacker. But it won’t prevent you from getting hacked again.

If you really want to be safe from hackers, you should turn on the “Two-factor authentification” option (on the same page).

It requires you to enter your phone number, which is a bummer. But if it’s turned on, everytime you wanna log on (so not if your session is already opened, but only if you log off and try to log on again), it will send a code on your phone that you’ll have to enter (in addition to having a password).

That way if someone tries to hack you again, even if they get your password right, they won’t be able to enter your blog without having that code.

Send “mer save” for a starter where my muse is a merperson who saves your muse from drowning.

The days passed in relative peace and safety along the shore, allowing Merran plenty of space from his pod when life with the other mers got too rowdy for him. Naturally curious and sensitive, he preferred to keep to himself as he explored rocky shallows and collected a myriad of different objects he found. 

He was aware of humans – as all merepeople were, raised on horror stories almost from birth – and maintained his distance from them. It didn’t help that the humans seemed to be taking up more and more space in the water, making the chance of encounters increasingly inevitable. Their presence was often a dull buzz of activity at the periphery of his awareness, a way to keep himself safe should they venture too close.

— Until the instant the buzz suddenly changed to a higher pulse of alarmed panic, drawing his attention away from an object he’d pulled from the seabed. He could feel the disturbance in the waves and found himself swimming toward it on impulse. Small as he was, he was able to move quickly – faster than any watercraft he’d ever witnessed on the surface. There was a familiar cliff-face up ahead, a garden of knotted kelp and old rope netting along the floor at its base. He had seen humans fall into the water there before, hooting and hollering when they bobbed back up into the open air.

One had been caught, dark-skinned feet entangled in the mess. He paused to observe for a moment, knowing that humans had limits to how long they could be below water but waiting to see if the — man? — could free themselves or if another would dive in after.