#Connectable Tag Manager Kit

[minewtech]

Minew Unveils the Connectable Tag Manager Kit for Efficient Asset Management and Control

Shenzhen, China. Jun 15, 2023 - Minew Technologies, a professional IoT smart device designer and manufacturer, is proud to announce the launch of the latest IoT kit product, the Connectable Tag Manager Kit. This comprehensive asset management kit combines bidirectional communication and remote control capabilities to revolutionize asset tracking and streamline operations for businesses across industries.

This all-inclusive kit includes MBT02 Connectable Asset Tags, G1 IoT Gateway (Connection Ver.), which seamlessly works with the Minew Control Platform. With these components, businesses can achieve real-time asset visibility, streamline operations through batch management, ensure data security with enterprise-level encryption, and remotely configure and control assets.

"We are thrilled to introduce the Connectable Tag Manager Kit to the market," said Johnson, co-founderﾠat Minew Technologies. "The unparalleled features of Bidirectional communication and 500 or above tags in batch operationﾠempower businesses with seamless asset tracking and centralized management!"

More You Need to Know about the Cutting-edge Componentsin the Kit

MBT02 Connectable Asset Tags

A connectable asset tracking tag powered by Minew's advanced 3rd generation Bluetooth® LE firmware. With its robust bidirectional connectivity, it executes gateway commands seamlessly, enabling remote configuration, OTA upgrades, lighting, ringing even in batches, and more.

G1 IoT Gateway (Connection Ver.)

An in-house Bluetoothﾮ IoT gateway for connectable Bluetooth device data collection and upload with WPA2-EAP enterprise-level encryption, enabling users to connect to cloud servers quickly, ensuring data security and privacy. By using downlink configuration, the Minew Control Platformﾠcan communicate bidirectionally with asset tagsﾠsuch as MBT02 Connectable Asset Tags.

* If a higher requirement such as the deployment of more than 500 connectable tags is needed, we recommend selecting the enhanced version of the G1 IoT Gateway (Connection Ver.) - multiple Bluetooth modules (up to 6), which is available for customized orders.

Minew Control Platform

A cloud platform for bulk management of Minew Connectable Bluetooth devices. The platform sends commands to the gateway and controls the devices through the gateway, which can realize batch modification of parameters, setting sensors, lighting, ringing, firmware upgrade, shutting down, restoring factory settings, and also upgrading the gateway firmware.

*A free platform account will be provided for demonstration and testing for customers who purchase the Connectable Tag Manager Kit.

Why Do You Need Connectable Tag Manager Kit for Your Business?

Streamlined Asset Real-timeVisibility

The Connectable Tag Manager Kit offers businesses a holistic approach to asset management, providing real-timeﾠvisibility, streamlined operations, and enhanced control. By leveraging the power of bidirectional communication, the kit allows for seamless data exchange, remote configuration, and centralized control, empowering businesses to optimize their asset tracking processes and achieve higher operational efficiency.

Comprehensive Asset Management Security

The Connectable Tag Manager Kit offers comprehensive asset monitoring and security features, providing businesses with peace of mind and improved control. By leveraging remote access and bidirectional communication, businesses can monitor asset location, track movements, and receive real-time alertsﾠin case of any tampering or unauthorized access, mitigating the risk of theft and ensuring asset safety.

Streamlined Operations with Batch Management

Efficient asset management is made possible with the Connectable Tag Manager Kit's batch management capabilities. Businesses can remotely configure and control multiple assets in bulk, saving valuable time and effort. Whether it's updating firmware, adjusting parameters, or executing commands, batch management simplifies and streamlines operations, enhancing productivity and reducing manual workload.

Scalability and Cost Efficiency

The Connectable Tag Manager Kit is designed with scalability and cost efficiency in mind. Businesses can easily expand their asset tracking capabilities by adding more MBT02 Connectable Asset Tags and G1 IoT Gateways as needed. This scalability enables businesses to adapt and grow alongside their evolving asset management requirements, while maintaining cost effectiveness.

Connectable Tag Manager Kit is now available in Minewstore. Feel free to contact Minew Technologies at info@minew.com for more information.

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[hyper-pixels]

How to Grow Up

A guide on how to grow up. It was originally posted by @/friendliness but half the links were broken. So I took what links weren't broken and added other links and more things to know.

This is USA based resources

Personal

Reasons to Stay Alive – A Tumblr post of 116 reasons to stay alive by @/friendliness.

How to Get Better At Asking for Help – Website is Harvard Business Review. The article is “5 Ways to Get Better At Asking for Help” by Wayne Baker.

What to do if you Can’t Afford Therapy – Website is Psych Central and the article is by Steven Rowe.

How to Quit Smoking – “The 22 Best Ways to Quit Smoking” by Debra L. Gordon and David L. Katz M.D. from the Healthy Digest.

How to Legally Change your Name – Website is Forbes.

Wanna Learn Something New? – A Tumblr post made by @/hamletthedane with various new things to try from language learning to ballet.

Free Harvard Courses – Harvard University’s free online courses.

Getting a New Computer? – A quick and dirty comprehensive guide by WIRED on what to look for.

How to Sew – Website is Autodesk Indestructibles. The article is “How to Sew” by Jessyratfink. Having a small sewing kit (that you can pick up from nearly any craft store) is super handy and has saved my life and clothes.

What to Look For in Clothes A YouTube video by Alyssa Beltempo titled “How to Identify High Quality vs. Poor Quality Clothing | Slow Fashion”. Here’s a WikiHow [x] if a YouTube video isn’t your style.

Dealing with Executive Dysfunction – A Tumblr post made by @/compassionatereminders. It's a list to more links on how to deal with executive dysfunction.

Another List Like this One – A Tumblr post made by a now deactivated account. It's a list much like this one.

Home

What’s a mortgage? – Website is realtor.com and the page is called “What is a Mortgage? Home Loan Basics Explained” by Cathie Ericson.

First Apartment Checklist – A checklist PDF. Here’s another link to a Tumblr checklist [x] 

What to Ask Landlords Before Renting? – “25 Questions To Ask a Landlord When Renting a Home” by Morgen Henderson.

What’s Renter’s Insurance? – Website is Forbes Advisor. The article is by Jason Metz and titled “How to Get Renters Insurance”.

Plant Care – A master list of how to care for plants made by @/difficults

Job

Time Management – Website is Entrepenuer and has 10 time management tips. One I personally recommend is keeping a physical calendar book on hand. I keep mine in my bag with a designated pen.

Finding the right job – Website is The Muse and it has 13 free career assessment tests.

Make a resume – Website is Resume Now. Many hirers look at your name, the middle of the page (where your experience list is) and skim the rest.

Job Interview Tips – Website is Linkedin. The article is titled “10 Job Interview Tips to Land The Career of Your Dreams” by Caren Merrick.

How to Write a Cover Letter – Website is The Writing Center. University of Winsconsin, Madison. It’s titled “Writing Cover Letters” and I can’t find the author.

Money

Couponing! – Website is Coupon Database :: Southern Savers. It has a list of mobile apps for coupons to places.

Call 211 for Help – the website leads to 211.org. It's anonymous and can help you get connected to food programs, paying bills and things like doctor appointments. Here’s a Tumblr post about it [x] by @/poessionisamyth

Groceries! – This is a Tumblr meme post, but scrolling through tags/reblogs/replies and there’s plenty of good tips. The post is by @/charlotten

What To Do if You Can’t Pay Your Bills – Website is Nolo. The article is “When You Can’t Pay Your Bills: Thiings To Know” that was updated by Amy Loftsgordon. 

Are You Paying Too Much for Your Phone Bill? – An article by Beht Beverman titled “How Much is Too Much to Pay for a Cell Phone Bill?”.

54 Ways to Save Money – Website is America Saves.

How to Do Taxes – Website is Wiki-How.

The 70/20/10 Method – Website is Business Insider. The Article is “A Beginners Guide to the 70-20–10 Budgeting Method” by Paul Kim.

Side Hustle Ideas – Website is Forbes. “30 Side Hustle Ideas To Make Extra Money In 2024” by Krista Fabregas.

Emergency

Your Rights When a Cop Pulls you Over – Website is Business Insider. Cops are allowed to lie to you, and they will, so be careful.

Hotline List – The website is DoSomething.org. Depression/Suicide, domestic abuse, child abuse and runaway/homeless/and at-risk youth hotlines.

What to Keep in Your Car – Website is MentalFloss. I live in a snowy area that gets blizzards and bad ice. I keep blankets, water and other aids in my car as well as a knife and road flare. I also own a self jumping car battery and it has saved my ass more than once. Heimlich Maneuver – A one minute video by the Mayo Clinic.

The Heimlich Maneuver on Yourself – A one minute video by The List Show TV.

What to Keep in Your Wallet – Website is PureWow. The article is by Rachel Bowie. Keep your drivers license, medical insurance card, and an emergency contact in your card. If you have a pet home alone make sure that you have a card detailing this. Free printable one here [x]

Traveling

Packing List – Website is Smarter Travel.

Traveling with Little to No Money – Website is Nomadic Matt.

How to Pack a Suitcase – Website is Real Simple. The article is by Thersa O’Rourke.

How to Apply for a Passport – Website is WikkiHow.

Making a Travel Budget – Website is Travel Made Simple. “How to Make a Travel Budget” by Ali Garland

[bonefall]

Do you think the clan cats having less kits per litter/less litters in general (they already have less kits than real cats) would fix the bloated cast issue? Because I look at Ginga and the cast is also bloated and only a few characters have offspring but the author keeps making other dogs join Ohu and refuses to kill the old as fuck dogs

I don't think there's any one particular "solution" for stopping bloat in series that manage large casts through generations like Ginga or WC, it's actually a few things

The #1 MOST important thing I think about bloat, though, is that it's about a ratio of quality to quantity. NOT raw size.

A long while back I made a couple of allegiance lists for certain eras. In spite of my Clans having the same (or even higher!) population as canon, I NEVER struggled with those lists being bloated. If anything, sometimes if a Clan's below 30, they look too small.

(I'm sure you can find those lists if you look, they're probably tagged BB!Allegiance, but they might be a bit out of date)

That's because in BB, there's dozens of HUGE cultural additions to Clan life. In "administration," alone, there's 3 new major divisions of skills (hunting, cooking, construction) ALL with their own "head" of that patrol, plus canon's leader, deputy, and Cleric. Not to mention subtitles like the Educator and maybe a Chaperone/Permaqueen!

So to bring it back to that "Ratio Theory," If our Clan is 30 cats, those 8 major roles immediately give at least a slight amount of character to a little over 25% of our group, with each role being something that the other 75% of cats can desire and compete for.

Canon's measly 3 is 10%, and you can ONLY vy for deputyship if you want any power. There's nothing else to BE ambitious about.

You can make the ratio higher by having hobbies, drama, skills, arts, etc. Basically; characterize background characters! Which should be obvious!! Give them traits that are useful and interesting and show the community being valuable.

It won't feel like "bloat," it has the sense of communities living their lives. Even if they go quiet for a while, when they return (just look at how much people like seeing Sedgecreek or Hallowflight mentioned lmao) it feels like meeting an old friend again.

WAYS TO MAKE BLOAT FEEL WORSE;

Giving too many "opportunities" to old characters.

Think of every relevant role a cat gets as a meal, and the bigger the role the more they've eaten. If you're only giving value to your old fanfavs, you're not doing much for them because they're already full while the rest of your cast starves.

Haphazardly killing off characters.

I actually strongly resent the "trend" where people conflate good storytelling with an author's willingness to suddenly kill characters off. I think it comes from the same place as needing to "outsmart" your audience.

If you kill off a character with VALUE, an unfinished arc, interesting connections, it's just unsatisfying. The Erins have this problem of killing background characters with some established lore or value (like Harelight and Briarlight) while leaving uninteresting background nobodies behind that they never build back up.

Before killing a character, ask yourself what their role in the cast is, and their dynamic with others. Try not to axe them without a plan to fill that "role" and/or comment on their absence. Replace what you take.

EASY REPLACABILITY

This one is HUGE, this is why Ginga is so bad with this. If a bunch of dogs die, 100 random soldiers can replace them from somewhere. That is REALLY bad, because all the random influxes of new characters do not have a chance to replace what was lost.

It also makes death feel cheaper. Oh no! Background dog 7446 got eaten by the newest type of bear. This won't make battles harder to win or cause us to lose any valuable skills though. Also a new dog just walked in from offscreen.

Population Growth outpaces Death Rate

AKA your cast is growing too fast and you're not getting rid of old characters. This is what anon was asking about-- and it CAN help to make births less frequent and litters smaller. Make sure to pair with preventing lots of new, adult characters to casually wander in, too.

ALL of these tips have exceptions and places where they can (and should) be subverted and broken. But these are just things I think about

[mosneakers]

Clementine: [staring at the screen in disbelief] This doesn't make any sense. She won… it's official. Kirsten: [with a heavy sigh] Well, I’ll be damned. You kids see the power you wield? You resurrected that Salas bunch, and now we’ve got a damn vampire in office. I'm telling you, it's that Darling family curse, it's no joke.

Salem: Yeah, no one's fucking laughing, mom.

Yellow: [Starts pacing, checking cell phone] Has anyone heard from Coraleye? It’s nearly 4 AM, and she hasn’t checked in. That’s not like her—especially after this long.

Donna, anxiously knitting on the sofa, turns to give her husband a loving glance, striving to keep her tone light and comforting. Donna: We needn't fret, love. She's likely off with Tycho, helping him get his mind off things like lovebirds do— hehe! Yellow: [Sighs] You’re probably right. I’ll give her more time before trying again. I do remember how it felt, being young and utterly smitten. [Grins and cheesily winks at Donna]

Salem: Disgusting.

Donna: You are! [Playfully sticks out tongue]

Seymour, thought to be asleep, croaks a laugh. Salem groans and leans forward, burying her head in her hands.

Out of nowhere, the Darling family landline rings, breaking the silence with a jolt. The unexpected sound causes even the family dog to yelp in surprise. Donna: Oh, heavens! It's alright, Mimsy, that's just the phone. Gave me a scare too; it hardly ever rings. Excuse me, I'll answer it.

Donna gently sets her knitting kit aside, then carefully maneuvers around the jumbled feet and dog, making her way to the foyer to tend to the ringing phone. Yellow tries his daughter’s cellphone once more, as Clementine nudges Salem with her leg. Clementine: What's wrong? Having doubts about resurrecting them? Salem: Of course not. Don’t be stupid. That was the only way I'd get you back. How was I supposed to know it'd get lead to this? She was so different all those years ago.

Donna, usually known for her bravery, suddenly cries out in distress from the foyer, causing Yellow to rush to her side, alarmed. Yellow: Donna, sweetheart! What's wrong? Who called? Donna: That was an officer from the city. We have to go pick up Coraleye right away! There's been a terrible accident. Yellow: What? What happened to her? Is she hurt?

Donna: She's safe, but it sounds like others may have been hurt, and she's rather quite shaken. They wouldn't elaborate, so I guess we'll learn more when we arrive. Oh! Let me just fetch my slippers!

Clementine: Shit, I’m pretty worried… should we tag along? Yellow: We’ll manage. Maybe you all stay here in case anything comes up here. Thanks, Clem. Mom— we'll be right back with Coraleye. Will you be alright getting Dad to bed? Kirsten: Yes, of course, hun. Just get my baby girl back home safe and soon.

Clementine: Ditto. Give her hugs and kisses for me. [Waits for Donna and Yellow to leave] What a crazy night. What do you think went down?

Salem: How should I know.

Clementine: Think it’s connected to Salas winning?

Salem: Most likely. And now that a psychotic vampire is in charge— this is just the beginning. Who knows what she's capable of?

Kirsten: You can say that again. How long is it gonna take before someone addresses that none of us mediums have been able to make contact with Jay Salas? I think the bitch killed her husband. Salem: Mom please, not now. Kirsten: Sorry! Just saying... I have my suspicions. Guess we'll save it for a later season.

Salem exhales heavily, clutching her scalp. Her gaze drifts to the glowing TV screen, where Tatiana's unsettling grin beams back, mocking her hesitation.

Salem: Ugh, fuck! I can’t believe I’m responsible for this fucking shitshow.

Clementine: [Brief silence, eyes transfixed on the screen] …You brought her into this realm.

Salem: …And I’m gonna have to take her out.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Introductions

Author’s Note: This is the next part of Cedric’s adventures in the Husbandry AU! A big thanks to @kit-williams for allowing me to borrow her ocs Arnault, Roland, Angela and Backerin! Masterlist here

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Warnings: Mentions of Petras and his bullshit, please ask me to tag something if I missed it/somethign bothers you

Summary: Cedric introduces Pallius and Olivar to Roland, Arnault and their bonded humans. 

“Olivar, Pallius how are you doing today?” Cedri asked curiously as he watched how two still-healing Brothers carefully stretch and limber up for the low-intensity physical training class that they were going to be participating in later today.

“... Pretty good. Why? Are they going to torment us with some other kinds of boring, basic exercises while not letting us outside of the base?” Olivar grumbled, a surly frown appearing on his face as he slowly eased himself through the leg stretches that he’d been ordered to use. Why the micromanaging bastards thought all of this was necessary when he’d been left to tend punishment-inflicted wounds on his own before, and had managed well enough on his own, thank you very much… The young Black Templar did not know. On the other hand, Cedric did say that his wounds had killed him in M42. 

“Are they concerned that Ancient Terra is so perilous that we need to be at our absolute best, when outside of the base? I know the legends say that cruel and mad sorcerer-kings fought over dominion of HOly Terra for years uncounted before He smote them  and the false idols they worshipped as Gods… But I thought that had been during The Long Night… Has Humanity already scattered across the stars?” Pallius asked, his blue-brown eyes shining with curiosity and nervousness in equal measure.

Cedric hesitated before answering “THe chief apothecary is limiting your movements in order to ensure that you both are healing correctly. There… As for the dangers of Ancient Holy Terra… The most dangerous threat to us as Astartes are the similarly time-displaced renegade and Heretic Astartes. However their witch-bond connection to the Warp is significantly reduced, and using the Warp for unnatural acts is much harder. In part due to the fact that the Eye of Terror does not exist at this point in time. At this time, only Holy Terra holds Humanity.”

“.. Does that mean that there are only three major ruinous powers at the moment?” Olivar asked, straightening out of his stretch, a curious expression appearing on his face “Why do our hosts -who are allegedly loyalists too, suffer traitors and worse to live?  The heretics could corrupt the mortals of this time. Why would they allow-” Olivar stood up, agitated and worried, starting to pace around “Is that why you’re being so cautious in what you tell us, Cedric? What… what bargains have you made in order to ensure that the supplies and time we are luxuriating in using to heal?”

Cedric blinked, reaching out to try and placate his easily riled brother “There are maybe upwards of five-hundred thousand Astartes total on Ancient and Holy Terra. There are less than ten billion mortals total on Ancient  Terra. Luna and Mars have yet to be colonized… Much less the Jovian shipyards and supporting moon colonies to be built. I have been told that should an all-out war happen between the different Astartes factions, it would only devastate humanity in it’s infancy and sabotage everything we stand for and wish to protect.”

“And what about the heretics and their corrupting natures? Or have the firstborns who run things not told you?” Pallius chimed in, visibly concerned. He had also stopped stretching, the information his brother was telling them was too important not to give his full and undivided attention to.

Cedric sighed “I have been told that there is a treaty in place that goes over those questions and a great many other concerns. Chaos and Witchery in general is much more difficult to use and reach here and now. I’ve been told this repeatedly… And both Claude and Jophiel agree with that, that Witchery is much harder to use.”

“Who else is here, that we know?” Oliver asked curiously, mind racing. He wasn’t sure how much he trusted the information about Witchery, but he could tell that Cedric was telling him the truth as he knew it.

“Alive? Ramiel, Olly, and…” Cedric swallowed hard “Chaplain captain Petras. The Honorable Chaplain leads a small band of Firstborn Brothers and wanders as the God Emperor wills them to. Dead? Malachai and Lestras. THey also arrived on Ancient Terra Badly injured… Unfortunately, they were too injured to survive their wounds, despite best efforts to keep them alive.”

The three of them weren’t the only ones in this training room - there were about a dozen or so injured Firstborn Brother-Cousins in groups of three to six, being monitored by an apothecary or well-trained mortal as they stretched and went about their exercises. The chance that their conversation might be overheard was very high, so the young Apothecary was trying to hint to his fellow Primaris Brothers to choose their words carefully without saying or signing such outright, and potentially get more scrutiny placed on them. Cedric had already been dodging the questions about why and how so many of the primaris Black Templars were arriving on Ancient Terra with the same kinds of injuries and state of near-death.

“Ugh. Of course he is here. Is he as much of a heavy-handed bastard here as he is at home?” Olivar asked with the tact the God-Emperor gave a buzzfly. 

Cedric silently whispered a prayer of protection, grace and patience before answering with as much neutrality as he could conjure in his voice “Olivar… Your bluntness gets you into trouble… Please take care with how you speak.”

Pallisu whacked Olivar on the back of the head lightly at the same time “Olivar! You can’t say that out loud about a chaplain! You’re going to get all of us doing penitent punishment for weeks, if not longer.”

“I want my question answered!” Olivar pouted, glaring up at both of them “And you both know I”m right about him.”

“... I haven’t had the opportunity to interact with him directly yet. I haven’t been on Ancient Terra for very long, and he rarely visits this base.” Cedric hedged before changing the subject “However there are a couple of firstborn Brothers who live here in town. I like and respect them both quite a bit.”

“... Like you respect Apothecary Xonfreid… Or like us and Ramel?” Pallisu asked, covering his mouth with one hand as he asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper. Uncertain hope flickered across his face.

“Hrmph. Just who are these Older Brothers? Why do they stay in one place?” Olivar huffed, not wanting to get his hopes up.

“Battle Brother Roland Lichtner is bonded to Miss Becky, who is very nice. She makes baked goods for a living. Do you remember the brot that I shared with you two last week?” Cedric began, suppressing a mischievous grin with difficulty. 

“That was the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten. Of course I remember the bread.” Olivar answered, wistful “I want more…”

“Yeah, the taste! The texture! It was almost overwhelming in a good way. You called it sourdough?” Pallius answered, grinning.

“Miss Becky made that loaf of sourdough herself.” Cedric revealed. “As for the other Older Brother… He is bonded to Miss Angela. She’s a quiltmaker and I think a seamstress as well? Do you remember that weighted quilt that I brought over for us to huddle together under during the thunderstorm yesterday?”

“Yeah.” Pallius answered quietly.

Olivar nodded silently, shuddering a little at the memory of the horrible sounds that the thunder had made. “Wait… The renowned sniper, Roland Lichtner?”

Pallius’ eyes widened. He had been undergoing training in M42 as a Sniper -while Glorious Melee was best, he had a steady aim and a good eye - and besides. The Cowardly Xenos and bastard Heretics used long-range, and so a certain number of Brothers were chosen to learn to use similar but sanctified weapons in order to pick them off before they downed their melee brothers. “He… He lives here?” He saw the other as an exemplar of what it was to be a Black Templar Sniper. 

“He does! In the town, not specifically on base.” Cedric explained, a grin on his face, watching Pallius’ eyes light up with awe and delight.

“You mentioned a second Firstborn Brother? And his… Bonded? What do you mean by bonded?” Olivar asked curiously.

Cedric quickly explains what he understands of Bonding, before revealing “Miss Angela is bonded to Brother Arnault Wach. She’s the one who made that lovely quilt.”

“As… As in Emperor’s Champion Arnault Wach?” Olivar asked, his voice a startled squeak.

Cedric nodded, still grinning “Do you want to meet them? I’ve been given permission to take the two of you off base and to meet brothers Roland und Arnault and their bonded?”

“... Today? Now-ish?” Olivar asked, voice still shaky, eyes wide.

Cedric nodded “We’d have to walk over to where they are, but ja. I was thinking we’d go to the Bakery first, talk to bruder Roland und his Bonded, get something to eat - don’t worry, I have enough local currency for the three of us and then head over to Bruder Arnault’s und his Bonded’s home.” He looked them both other “Unless you’re not feeling up to it? They want to meet you. Oh! We’re not supposed to tell Brother Arnault he’s an Emperor’s Champion, as he was pulled from a time before he became one.”

“Oh… That makes sense.” Pallius hummed, nodding a little. “I’d like to shower first, and change into the nicer set of civilian clothes that were given to me, but otherwise I’m ready to meet them.”

Olivar nodded “I would like a bit of time to prepare, but I am ready to face - er. Meet them today as well.”

Cedric nodded, smiling a little. He’d asked Ramiel if he wanted to come on this trip too, but the young Judicar was busy with training today. “Alright. Meet you at the front desk in an hour?”

The other two Primaris Black Templars agreed, before heading off to their assigned rooms to get clean and changed.

~

It was a pleasantly sunny day, and Cedric was unsurprised to find that the bakery had a line of eager and hungry mortals waiting to purchase their baked goods that stretched out of the door. He gestured for Pallius and Olivar to join him at the back of the line, humming a little to himself.

Thankfully, despite the length of the line, it moved swiftly, and soon the three Primaris Marines found themselves within the charmingly decorated and mouth-wateringly delicious smelling shop. Many of the baked goods had been sold out, but what was remaining still looked and smelled amazing.

The mortal behind the payment counter spotted the three of them and briefly headed into the back of the shop, followed back into the main room by Roland, who smiled a little as he spotted Cedric, his gaze looking over the other two Pimaris Marines curiously. He walked over to the three of them and murmured “Hallo Cedric Are these two Olivar und Pallius?”

Cedric nodded, beaming as he gently laid a hand on the slightly shaking Pallius’ shoulder “Ja! This is Pallius.” he paused for a moment before nudging Olivar “Und this is Olivar.”

Neither one of his fellow Primaris Brothers spoke for several seconds, their eyes wide, their breathing fast and shallow. Cedric silently nudged both of them and Pallius spoke up first “It’s an honor to meet you, sir. Cedric had us try some of the sourdough that is made and sold here. It’s very good.”

Roland’s eyes lit up “A fellow bread lover! Ja, mein beloved’s broten has no equal in this or any other world! Come, follow me, the three of you. She has been just as curious about the two of you as I have been. She is busily working away, kneading.”

“Yessir.” Olivar and Pallius answered at the same time, dutifully following after the Older Brother. 

Cedric grinned as he followed them as well, calling out as soon as they were close “Hallo miss Becky!”

The short human woman set down the bag of flour that she’d been carrying and rushed over, hugging him as best as she could manage “Hello, Cedric! Are these your newly arrived brothers?”

Cedric nodded, beaming “Ja! This is Pallius und this is Olivar.” He explained, gesturing to his brothers in turn, gently hugging her back. 

She let him go and went up on her tiptoes, peering up at the two newcomers “You two certainly do look like Cedric’s brothers. Come closer, please. I promise not to bite.”

“Careful, my love. They are both injured from whatever they’d been up to before they arrived here on Terra. I believe that Pallius has fractured ribs, und the reason why Olivar is holding his left arm like that is because of broken bones as well.” Roland hummed, staring directly at Cedric as he said that.

Cedric could hear the silent question in the older Black Templar’s voice, but he needed to talk privately with his fellow Primaris marines before they decided what it was they were going to tell the others here. “They are well enough to take short trips out of the base, though.”

Olivar was the first to move closer to the mortal woman, both guarded and curious “Hallo miss Becky. Your sourdough is very tasty. What are those pale lumps of matter you were squishing when we came in?”

She gave him a quick side hug before taking a half-step back “That’s called a dough… Olivar, is it?” Miss Becky gives a quick explanation as to what dough is, and the process of turning dough into bread, a slight blush appearing on her face as she finished with a quiet “Ah… My apologies. You probably didn’t want that much information about such things…”

Pallius looked genuinely fascinated, and Olivar had drifted over to one of the lumps of dough, a focused expression on his face.

“Please don’t say that! I was finding your lecture to be both interesting and quite informative! We weren’t taught how to make food like this - basic foraging, yes. But nothing so technical.” Pallius answered, blue-brown eyes shining with fascination. 

“So you just.. Squish the bread? Und it makes it stronger and tastier?” Olivar clarified, looking very much like he was seconds away from poking one of the lumps of dough sitting out on the counter with a finger.

“If you want to help knead the dough, you must first wash your hands und ask.” Roland drawled, walking over and lightly nudging Olivar over to the sink “Would you mind if the ducklings helped us for a little while?”

“Not in the least! Their help would be quite timely, given the massive line of people we have out of the door, and the dough that requires kneading.” Miss Becky answers with a sigh “If you three are willing to help, of course. If you don’t want to, I won’t insist.”

“But we want to help.” Cedric, Pallius and Olivar answered at the same time, turning to peer hopefully down at the mortal baker. 

Cedric paused for a moment before saying “I can show them how to use not too much of their strength, and cause the dough to tear - und how to mold it into two pieces, if it does accidentally tear.”

Miss Becky beamed and nodded “Thanks, Cedric! You’re a lifesaver. Now I’ve got to get these croissants in the oven.” One of the timers went off, startling Olivar and Pallius with the loudness.

Roland went over to the oven and pulled out several very hot loaves of bread, setting them carefully on the cooling rack “I will help with that, mein schatz.” 

Cedric gestured for Pallius and Olviar to join him at the sink, showing them how to properly wash their hands in order to get ready for kneading the dough. He showed them the proper technique, letting them get a feel for the strength required for the repetitive task, and what they were looking for, for when the bread was ready to be baked.

Both Olivar and Pallius listened and watched carefully, doing their best to mimic what he was doing.

Miss Becky had been kind enough to give them a loaf of freshly cooled banana bread for the three of them to share, after the couple of hours they had spent kneading loaf after loaf of bread into being ready to be cooked, cooled and sold. 

Cedric had texted Arnault as the three of them were leaving the bakery on the communication device he’d been given [We are on our way. Do I need to to give you some more time?]

Cedric was well aware of the fact that Arnault loved his bonded very much, and enjoyed flirting with and touching her whenever he could get away with it. Sometimes that would escalate and Arnault would steal away his bonded to kiss and do… Things with her that the young Apothecary had only heard of in theory and did not want to think about in depth in conjunction with his honored elder brother, thank you very much. Also Arnault had asked him to text before hand for those kinds of reasons.

[Mein Engel and I are ready for guests. She is finishing up a project for a client, und I am helping her by holding up the last part of what needs sewing together. The front door is unlocked, just knock before coming in.] Arnault answered promptly.

Cedric nodded to himself on instinct as he sent back [Understood. We should be there in twenty minutes or so.]

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Cedric led Olivar and Pallius to Arnault’s and Angela’s home, pausing at the front door, realizing that both of them were standing and staring at the house from the sidewalk. He sighed silently and walked back over to his brothers, voice gentle and coaxing “We’re nearly there. He’s a wonderful big brother, I promise.”

“He… He’s an Emperor’s Champion… Well, will be, from his standpoint. Are… Are we worthy to be in his presence?” Pallius asked, uncertainty causing his voice to shake a little.

Olivar shuffled alongside Pallius, unwilling to voice his own concerns, but nodding along to what Pallius said.

Cedric took in a deep breath and gently held one of Olivar’s and Pallius’ hands, squeezing gently, and answered “We are worthy. Each of us is as valuable as a firstborn brother of our rank and standing. He’s looking forward to meeting you, as is his bonded. I wouldn’t ask you to meet someone who I don’t trust while you’re still healing.”

“... Okay. Let’s do this, then.” Olivar answered, a determined expression appearing on his face as he took in a deep breath and did his best to center himself.

Pallius nodded, taking a couple of moments to center himself as well before saying “Okay… I’m ready. Let’s… Let’s go meet them, then.”

Cedric nodded, smiling encouragingly at his brothers as he led them over to the front door, knocking and then entering as he’d been asked. He informed the other two “It’s considered rude to walk around in their home walking in the shoes that we were walking around outside in. Outside shoes go in this bin over here, and there are guest slippers here, unless you want to walk around barefoot, or in your socks, both of which are acceptable as well.” he took off his own shoes and put them away properly, content to meander about the house in his socks.

Pallius and Olivar obediently took off their shoes and placed them in the correct bin. Neither elected to take a pair of the astartes-sized guest slippers and Olivar also took off his socks, pairing them and placing them in his shoes, so that they wouldn’t get lost. 

Cedric called out “We’re here!” loud enough so that his voice would carry throughout the house, while also not being too loud so as to accidentally cause alarm.

“Come on in!” Miss Angela called out, closer than he’d anticipated her voice to sound “Arnault and I are in the living room, finishing up a project. Please don’t step on the fabric, when you come into the room.”

“Yes ma’am.” Cedric responded, smiling a little as he carefully led his brothers into the living room, carefully picking his way over to where she was sitting and sewing - Arnault carefully holding onto the fabric she was stitching together in order to help keep it steady. “This is Pallius - he’s the one with the slightly darker eyes and hair - and this is Olivar. He’s shorter and -”

“I am less than five inches shorter than the both of you!” Olivar sulked, sending a grumpy pout Cedric’s way “I am well within standard parameters. The fact that I am more compact only means that I can move in more cramped areas better than you two.”

“- grumpy.” Cedric finished with a teasing grin on his face.

“I’d offer you boys some tea, but I’m a little busy at the moment, and so is Arni.” Angela responded, looking up from her work and looking at the three of them. “Goodness! Look how lovely you all are. And there’s no shame in being shorter than others, Olivar. Don’t let the talls bully you! You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

Olivar - who had started to wind up at Cedric’s gentle teasing - deflated a little, blinking in utter shock and mild surprise, struck silent by her words.

Pallius blinked twice and took a half-step forward to cover his Brother’s shock “I’m sure Vie will thank you for your words once he finds his tongue again. None of us have much experience interacting with baselines, and Olivar is not great at making first impressions.”

“Hey! I am… Adequate at socialization!” Olivar pouted, content to be half-hidden behind his larger brothers. He was trying not to be overwhelmed and mostly succeeding. 

“Ja, of course you are, Vie.” Cedric hummed, gently patting his grumpy brother a little, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to appear on his face. “I could start the electric kettle, if you wanted?” He offered.

“That would be lovely, thank you Cedric. It’s in it’s usual spot in the kitchen.” Miss Angela answered with a smile. She then looked to Olivar and Pallius “Please, come sit down, there are a couple of chairs not buried under fabric you can use.”

“Yes ma’am.” Pallius murmured, carefully moving so as to not disturb the fabric in the room.

Olivar fidgeted a little. One of his legs was still on the mend and he had a slim cast that fit under the clothes he was wearing. He wasn’t sure if he had the dexterity to make it across the room without stumbling over the fabric and didn’t want to get into trouble, so he stayed at the entrance of the room. He did lean against the door frame on his good leg. “If you don’t mind, ma’am, I’ll stay here.”

“If you’re sure… There are a couple of chairs free…” Miss Angela pointed out.

“I don’t mind standing, ma’am.” Olivar answered, which was a partial truth.

Arnault hummed a little “There is a sturdy enough folding chair in the closet in the hallway you walked through. Sit, lad. I can smell the pain you’re in from your broken leg.”

Angela gasped a little, a worried frown on her face “You walked all the way here on a broken leg without crutches? Honey, do we have any astartes-grade painkiller? You must be so sore, you poor dear. Hang on, let me move some of this fabric out of the way, so you can sit properly.”

“I… Uhm. I’ll be fine, ma’am. I don’t want to interrupt your work.” Olivar deflected awkwardly.

“Nonsense! It’s easier if the quilt is all laid out like this, but it isn’t strictly necessary. Arni, love, help me move things?” Angela tutted, shaking her head a little.

Arnault nodded, knowing how and where to move the fabric to, before giving Olivar a quick once over and a quiet order “Come here and sit down, Olivar.” He made sure that his voice was gentle, but firm, to brook no argument from foolish apprentices. 

“Yes sir.” Olivar responds, obediently reacting to the tone of command, doing his best to move as carefully as he could manage, sitting down on the far edge of the couch. Some of the pain leaving him, as he was able to get his weight off of his injured leg. “What is it that you are making?” Olivar asked, curiously as he looked at the fabric around him. It looked to be deliberately and expertly stitched together, some of it dyed different colors in a lovely pattern.

Miss Angela grinned as she briefly looked to Arnault before answering “I am making a weighted quilt. I recently finished making one, and this one should be finished by the end of the month. What do you two think of this one?”

Pallius answered first and earnestly “I think your client is very lucky to receive this uilt. I can tell this is expertly made, and the quality is so much better than the thin blankets we were allotted aboard The Sigismund.”

Olivar nodded in agreement “I can’t imagine the time and effect that you put into making this. It is a beautiful piece of art, ma’am.”

Miss Angela seemed to lose the ability to speak for several seconds, blinking rapidly before setting down the needle and finely spun thread and reached out to gently cup one of Olivar’s cheeks “That is such a sweet thing to say, both of you, thank you.”

“Yeah… Cedric’s so lucky to have one of these…” Pallius sighed “It was so comfortable to snuggle together, during the thunderstorm yesterday. Olivar and I were still pretty out of it and…”

“The thunder reminded us of artillery fire in the worst ways. Bad memories and heavy pain killers are an awful combination.” Olivar grumbled, pouting a little though he leaned into her gentle touch, trying to blink back treacherous tears that threatened to fall. He’d never been touched this gently by someone who wasn’t a Brother or a Cousin before and he had no idea how to react. He had no idea how much a quilt like the one Cedric had cost, but he planned on getting money and the supplies necessary to create such a thing and ask Miss Angela to make one for him. Cedric would probably know what to get and how much it cost. Ramiel too, as both of them had those wonderful quilts. He planned on asking for one for Pallius first, as a surprise gift for his only surviving squadmate. 

Cedric came back into the room with one mortal sized mug and four astartes sized mugs in his hands, along with several bright orange fruits that smelled sweet. “I’ve got drinks and a snack for everyone.” He passed both the fruits and the mugs around,c careful to avoid stepping on the fabric. 

Pallius curiously inspected the orange fruit that he’d been given. It had bright, smooth skin and smelled faintly sweet and floral. He didn’t recognize it at all “What is this?” He asked curiously as he brought the fruit up to his lips and carefully took a small bite.

“These are persimmons. They should taste sweet and have a slight drying effect on the tongue.” Arnault explained, an amused smirk appearing on the older Black Templar’s face as he took a bite of the fruit.

Olivar was put off by the slightly grainy texture of the flesh of the fruit, and the flavor was odd to him as well. But everyone else seemed to be enjoying their fruit and he wasn’t one to turn down food when it was offered to him freely, so he quickly ate the rest of the persimmon, washing down the taste and texture with the tannic-tasting tea. It was amazing to learn just how much variety of foods there was on ancient and holy Terra… And overwhelming to the young Astartes, who was used to the carefully created and bland tasting nutrient pastes, ration bars and similar such food-stuffs that were made to sustain the Adeptus Astartes. 

“Is the persimmon not to your liking, Olivar?” Miss angela asked, sounding concerned.

Olivar blanked in surprise. He’d tried to keep his mild distaste for the strange fruit from being obvious. “It’s… Very different from what I’m used to, ma’am. But I did finish it.” Olivar answered, resisting the temptation to fidget with the mug in his hands. 

“Persimmons can be an acquired taste. I was given these by a neighbor who has a persimmon tree that is fruiting heavily this year. I’ve also seen the start of the Zucchini Shenanigans season earlier this week.” Angela hummed, smiling a little.

“I will be on guard, to ensure that we are not ambushed by too many squash. THey are tasty, but too many at once to eat before they spoil is… Vexing.” Arnault rumbled shaking his head a little.

Pallius silently wondered what the two of them were referring to. He looked to Olivar silently, who shrugged, equally confused before they both silently looked to Cedric, in hopes that he would offer them some kind of explanation.

“Free, fresh vegetables are always welcome at the base, should you be gifted with more zucchini than you can eat before it goes bad.” The young apothecary offered “Also miss Becky recently taught me how to make zucchini bread, which I find to be quite tasty, though on the sweet side.”

“Was that the soft brown bread with the spices you fed us earlier this week?” Olivar asked curiously, eyes widening in recognition. “You made like… Ten loaves of the stuff and we had to hide them from nosy firstborn brothers while they cooled, so that they could be used in trade.”

“Those were indeed Zucchini bread.” Cedric confirmed with a small grin.

“What did you end up trading that Zucchini bread for, anyways?” Pallius asked curiously, head tilting a little at his apothecary Brother “You mentioned that you’d made them specifically to be used in trade, which is why we hid them from hungry Older Brothers.”

Cedric’s eyes shone brightly with a playful kind of mischief “Something that I wanted and knew I could get with the proper application of sweet tasting breads.”

“I suppose that’s Cedric for “I’m not gonna tell you” then?” Olivar grumbled, pouting a little “Is there a particular reason you won’t tell us? Or are you practicing Secret Keeping?”

Cedric chuckled, his eyes still shining brightly with playful mischief “I’m not telling~! If you need to find out, you will in time.”

“Fine.” Pallius sighed, pouting a little that Cedric wouldn’t tell them but not willing to try and push the issue… At least not in front of the firstborn and his bonded. 

“... Why would you need to practice keeping secrets?” Miss Angela asked curiously, as she had finished eating her persimmon and had gone back to stitching the quilt together.

All three young Astartes looked at one another uncertainly before looking to Brother Arnault. They weren’t quite sure what parts of astartes training they were allowed to speak of, and what was to be kept silent on. 

Arnault chuckled “Basic astartes training leaves many young ones to be quite blunt und direct with their words and methods of speaking. Some missions require a degree of… Hrm. Subtlety and discretion, so we have the young ones practice how to Keep Secrets with low-stakes items and information that they are told to hide for a certain length of time, so that they know how to do so when it matters.”

“Ah, I see. I suppose that makes sense…” Angela hummed, nodding a little. “How long have you two been on Earth?”

“... I’m not sure, ma’am. But not longer than a month or two at most? I was brought to the base pretty badly injured because of… Uhm. Reasons, and I’ve been in recovery after they stitched my wounds closed, ma’am.” Pallius answered, shifting a little “This is the first time I’ve left the base since arriving, actually.”

Olivar nodded “I think I've been here for about three weeks at most? Maybe a month, by the way you figure the days and nights.” It was by unspoken agreement that they were not going to explain precisely how and why they had acquire their grievous wounds - the firstborns had assumed that they’d been nearly killed by Chaos Astartes from the kinds of weapons their wounds had been inflicted by… Which while untrue, was close enough to the truth to be functional. “From what little I have seen of Ter-err Earth, it’s a beautiful world.”

“It can be a beautiful place to live… Though I can’t help but wonder what it’s like to wander the stars, as Arni has occasionally told me he’s done. What’s it like to explore other worlds?” Angela asked, a soft sigh leaving her.

The three Primaris marines glanced at each other before looking to Arnault, unsure how to answer her question, each shifting uncomfortably. While it was possible that some of the many worlds that they had visited during their tenure as Astartes had once been beautiful, most of that beauty had been blasted and perverted into misery and suffering by the enemy they had been sent to fight. 

“We’re not supposed to talk about what we did before we came to Earth, my love.” Arnault reminded her, voice gentle as he gave his Angela a kiss on the lips that caused all three of his baby brothers to fluster and turn away, to give them a bit of privacy, their ears burning bright red. 

Angela kissed him back, a soft hum in her voice “Very well then, I won’t ask more about it. I wouldn’t want to get any of you into trouble for prying into your mysterious pasts.” 

Cedric’s phone chimed, as a reminder went off. He looked at the notification and sighed “Vie, Palli, we need to get going back to base soon, or they’ll start sending out search parties for us and we’ll be grounded for wandering around too long without a check-in.”

Olivar grumbled “Can’t we check in via vox?”

Cedric shook his head “No, we need to check-in in-person, because you and Pallius are injured.”

Pallius sighed and nodded “Very well then. I suppose it makes sense…” He got up and saluted Arnault and Miss Angela on instinct “Thank you for your time, tea and the fruit.” He started to carefully make his way across the floor. 

Olivar also got up and saluted the two of them, hiding the pained wince as his weight was partially on his broken leg once again “Thank you sir, ma’am.” and hobbled out of the room as gracefully as he could manage.

“Alright, you boys stay safe, alright?” Miss Angela answered with a small smile and a nod, leaning a little into Brother Arnault as she spoke.

“Heal well, und try not to get into too much mischief. At least not without me or Roland present.” The Emperor’s Champion hummed, a small smile on his face as he held his Bonded lovingly. 

“Yes sir! We’ll try to stay out of trouble, sir!” Cedric chirped for his brothers, stepping so that he was helping Olivar and Pallius move without it being abundantly obvious. 

Arnault snorted a little “Uh-huh. No fist fighting Chaos Cowards out of armor, Cedric.” 

Cedric pouted a little as Olivar and Pallius looked at him curiously “That was one time, big bruder!”

“Ah-huh.” Arnault answered, still smirking a little as the three apprentices made their way out of his and his beloved’s home.

Cedric helped Pallius and Olivar get back to base, making sure to insist that they sit on  benches that were occasionally near the sidewalk, so that they could give their still-healing bodies a break. He also dutifully recounted his encounter with the Slaaneshi Bastard and his reasoning behind tackling the fucker and duct-taping empty glass jars to his poison-dripping fingertips.

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Talk 2 Me // Miles Morales

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The night was colder than usual, the city's skyline illuminated by the distant glow of neon lights. Miles Morales swung through the city as Spider-Man, his lithe form moving gracefully between buildings, but tonight was different. His movements were strained, every swing an effort, and the grace replaced with a hint of desperation.

Finally, he landed on a rooftop, panting heavily. His suit was torn, and bruises marred his skin. The pain was evident in his eyes as he contemplated his next move. The danger he faced tonight had been greater than he'd anticipated. He needed a safe place to rest and recover.

A familiar address came to his mind, a place where he knew he would find solace. With a renewed determination, he launched himself from the rooftop, swinging towards your apartment.

As Miles landed softly on your balcony, he rapped lightly on the glass door. His breath hitched as he waited, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. The door slid open, revealing you in pajamas. Concern etched across their face as they took in Miles' battered appearance. Without a word, they stepped aside, allowing him to enter.

Miles managed a faint smile, gratitude shining in his eyes. He didn't need to explain; they understood. He was safe here.

The reader led Miles to the bathroom, where they retrieved a first aid kit. You motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bathtub, and gently began to clean his wounds. The silence between them was comfortable, a mutual understanding that words weren't necessary right now. Your touch was gentle and soothing, each careful movement a balm to Miles' battered body.

Miles winced as you dabbed antiseptic on a particularly nasty bruise, and he instinctively reached out to grip their hand. His touch conveyed more than words ever could – the trust he placed in them, the vulnerability he rarely showed.

As you worked, tending to his injuries with practiced care, Miles couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. Why did he keep putting himself in these situations? Was he doing more harm than good? And why was he drawn to the reader like a moth to a flame?

His thoughts were interrupted your voice broke the silence, soft and comforting. "You're safe here, Miles."

He met their gaze, gratitude shining in his eyes. "I know."

You finished bandaging his wounds and sat back, studying him with concern. Miles mustered a tired smile, trying to reassure them. "I'll be fine. Just need some rest."

You nodded, but there was something more in your gaze – a question that went unspoken. Miles tilted his head, curiosity getting the better of him.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking, your voice gentle yet filled with curiosity. "Why do you keep pushing yourself like this, Miles? You're just a kid."

Miles chuckled softly, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "I guess I feel like I have to, you know? With great power…"

"Comes great responsibility," you finished for him, a small smile tugging at their lips. "But you also have the responsibility to take care of yourself."

Miles nodded, his gaze dropping to his hands. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes it's hard to balance."

You reached out, tilting his chin up to meet their eyes. "You don't have to do it alone, Miles."

Miles held their gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling within him – gratitude, longing, and a newfound sense of connection. Without thinking, he whispered the words that had been on the tip of his tongue.

"Mi amor."

You blinked, surprised by the endearment in his tone. Miles flushed slightly, realizing he'd spoken without thinking. But your eyes softened, and you smiled warmly.

"Rest for now, Miles," you urge him, your voice a soothing melody. "We'll figure everything out together."

As Miles settled onto your couch, his exhaustion finally catching up with him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort he hadn't experienced in a long time. In the quiet of the night, as he drifted off to sleep, he knew he had found a place where he truly belonged.

[katarikitten]

Firehosewoman has made her appearance!

General Information/Equipment Information:

Height: 6'3"

Rank: Lieutenant

Specialties: Medical knowledge, breaking and entering (not in the bad way), high arm strength

Other Information:

She likes gardening

She knows human anatomy better than Alliance anatomy, if you're an agent, give her a moment please

Twin of Firehoseman

Don't make her angry, she's the protective big sister and will bash your skull in if you harm her or her fellow firehose people

Iconic duo and tag team with Firehoseman

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"They used to fight, over the most simple of things! It infuriates me to no end! But! I managed to steer clear of data formatting and instead thought of something else. All the current "variants" are male, they have no opposite gender. Now, I know what you're thinking, and no, they do not have nor need the parts to make smaller androids. I'm not even sure how that would work, but! She will balance them out, be the firm hand that [REDACTED] seems to lack at the moment. Hopefully he will learn from her and take in his role as "Chief" of this little "Faction". Hopefully they come around, and soon, he is getting angry."

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[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Yk that time that you wrote about Gareth being little spoon/ big teddy bear?? Can we have more of that? I fucking love being big spoon so yk🤭

i absolutely remember and of course i can 🥹 i love writing about snuggling with Gareth, especially just because i bet it would be so nice to cuddle with Gwydion, he’s probably so warm and comfy 🥰 and i hope you’re alright with me going down the ‘big teddy bear’ route just cause i already wrote a fic about him being the little spoon :)

Teddy Bear

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Gareth looked over at you on your side of the couch as you yawned while flipping through the TV channels. He gently nudged your leg with his foot,

“Getting sleepy?”

You shook your head gently and looked over to him with a smile,

“Nope.”

He smiled back and the two of you went back to trying to decide on what to watch before going up to bed.

The two of you had managed over the last few years to really get the domestic thing down.

Graduating high school, finding work, going to school, saving up, getting your own place together. You were still figuring out your adult lives but you were doing it together, and that’s what made you the happiest.

He was still the same heavy metal drummer boy you fell in love with, he was just getting older, and now he was a man finding his place in the world and he was happy to have you right there by his side while he was doing it.

The place you got together was nothing big and fancy, just a small apartment outside of town, but it fit you both comfortably with some extra room for his drum kit and some space for the guys to come over and practice. Not to mention it was the first time you two were able to get some privacy together.

Gareth looked over to you and smiled once more when he saw you were slowly nodding off to sleep as your eyes were glued to the screen,

“You’re sure?”

He scared you awake but you shook your head once more as it shot up from its place.

Gareth laughed and reached over for the remote, turning off the TV and standing up from the couch, stretching his arms over his head,

“Come on gorgeous, bedtime.”

You shook your head once more as you settled deeper into the couch.

“Yes! Do i have to carry you into bed?”

You slowly nodded and Gareth sighed, picking you up into his arms and carefully carrying you into bed.

He leaned over and kissed your forehead, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it away into the hamper,

“I’m going to go lock up ok? Can you go change and brush your teeth for me?”

You nodded and rubbed your eyes, sitting up in bed as Gareth left to finish locking everything up in the apartment.

You wandered into the connected bathroom and quickly brushed your teeth, changing into your pajamas before climbing back into bed with the remote from the nightstand. Gareth shut your bedroom door behind him and smiled seeing you half asleep,

“Babe, you got to pick the show earlier, it’s my turn to pick something for bed.”

“Ok fine.” You handed him the remote as he climbed into bed next to you but you quickly climbed on top of him, laying your body over his as your arms snaked around his waist, your head pressed softly to his chest as you listened to his heartbeat, “But that means i get to snuggle you until you find something.”

Gareth smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping one arm around you and placing his hand on the small of your back to hold you,

“Sounds good to me sweetheart, but you know you gotta get off as soon as i find something.”

You groaned and nuzzled your face further into his chest, his warmth slowly soothing you back to sleep and the vibration of his soft laughter wasn’t helping much either,

“No.”

“No?” He said with a laugh, “What do you mean no?”

You groaned and smiled into his chest as he held you, giving him a light squeeze,

“Snuggle.”

Gareth finished flipping through the channels and finally settled on a rerun of Land of the Lost before setting the remote back onto your nightstand and flipping the switch on the lamp. He sighed, knowing that this was a battle he wasn’t going to win, and pressed another kiss to the top of your head before reaching down and pulling the comforter over your bodies. He wrapped his arms around you once more to keep you held tight as he settled into bed.

“How come you always want to snuggle?” He asked you quietly.

“Am i not allowed to snuggle my boyfriend anymore?”

“No, i’m not saying we can’t snuggle, i just want to know why you like it so much.”

You thought for a moment, your sleepy mind not being able to come up with much reasoning behind why you loved to snuggle Gareth other than how nice it was to snuggle him,

“I just like it. You’re warm and you’re soft and you’re comfy.” You nuzzled further into him, “Just like a big teddy bear.”

“Aww, that’s sweet.” He smiled, resting his head on top of yours.

He held you there for a moment before gently trying to move your body off of his, but he had no luck. You had fallen fast asleep on top of him and there was no way you were getting up anytime soon. Not until morning at least.

“Baby,” Gareth whispered to you, trying to gently move your shoulder to wake you, “come on baby, i mean it. You gotta get up.”

You whined and groaned, your body only settling into his further and he could tell that tonight was not the night he was going to get you off of him.

But he wasn’t complaining.

He soon drifted off to sleep himself, keeping your held tightly in his arms the whole night. He loved it when you were able to hold each other so comfortably and so tightly in each other’s arms like one of you was going to float away. He loved it when you laid over him instead of next to him so he was able to feel the full warmth and love of your body while he held you. He loved how soft and cuddly you felt in the morning, laying in bed with each other for hours and not wanting to get up. And as much as he loved all those things he knew you loved it too.

He loved being your teddy bear.

[vinegar-rights]

thoughts on my version of little shop of horrors: seymours mother :p (read tags plz)

I like to combine aspects of the 1986 and the 1960 films :3.

He was put up for adoption as a baby, too expensive to care for a child. Seymour grew up assuming he was an orphan and was put into the custody of Mr. Mushnik. As he became older, he figured that he DID have a biological mother and she was still alive. He tried to reach out to meet her, but she refused to keep contact. He never met her until he became more well known, with newspapers covering the story of him and his new special plant. His success reached her and Seymour was delighted to know that he was finally going to meet his mother after so many years. Who knew fame was this powerful?

She requested that he visit her apartment for dinner. The woman was older, with messy gray-white hair and eyes that matched seymours, mousey and nervous. She welcomed her son but not without a quick check-up, only to make sure he won't drop dead right at that moment.

The apartment was messy, but no smell of mildew or sight of mold. A clean-ish hoarding situation, there were boxes everywhere full of who knows what and half-used first aid kits. The lack of bugs is what made Seymour confused, cockroaches were a common bug, especially in more drafty, more run down apartments like in Skid Row. He developed a bit of a phobia, growing up around the critters in skid rows home for boys. Dirty. Gross. Even as an adult he sometimes would sit up in bed in the middle of the night, scanning his room for any nocturnal bugs that would skitter in for shelter from the elements.

Seymour was immediately put off by the kitchen, where dinner was cooking. His mother had been talking the entire time, rambling something about the shop and what was in the paper that day, he tuned her out as he became more aware of his surroundings. The kitchen had bottles full of medicine, pill bottles aligned in rows on the counter, and already there's a napkin out with a glass of water with an assortment of pills that are ready to be consumed.

he noticed Seymour's quietness and slight discomfort, who was gazing at the view of her kitchen. She turned to explain her many issues, bad back, sinus infection, constant cold, her appendix got removed recently, ect. Her explanation managed to visibly calm her son's nerves, but he was still eyeing what was on the stove. Seymour tried not to pay mind to his mother's cooking, she was gracious enough to try to form a connection with him, and even asked him to come over! He turned to her to change the subject, he didn't want it to seem like he was judging her. They talked throughout the afternoon about what happened in the past years, and how they found each other. Most of the conversation was directed at Seymour: How did you find the plant? What kind is it? Oh, its a cross between a flytrap and what exactly? You don't know? You must be getting a lot of press, any opportunities? You were asked to host a TV show?ect. There were so many questions that Seymour wasn't to ask his own, he wanted to know why it took so long to talk to her, where was she this entire time, why didn't she reach out first?

Eventually, she passed him a bowl of whatever was in the pot in the kitchen. He didn't notice any food on the counter. The soup smelled sweet, like cough syrup. He opted to drink more of the water she offered, but he didn't want to be rude, he consumed some of the dinner. She grinned as she ate her food with her son, explaining that this is a staple of her household. The aftertaste after one spoonful made his whole body shiver as if he drank bitter wine. Out of fear of potentially offending her and risking her cutting him off forever, he ate a little bit more, cringing at the taste. Quickly he started becoming nauseous. He paused, looking more closely at the bowl, there was little to no actual food, there was a broth of course, but little to no items that would be the cause of this spike in anxiety and confusion. Something dawned on him. While his mother was watching him in between spoonfuls, she asked if he was okay. He nodded but politely declined any more. His newly reunited mother was either horribly ill all the time or a hypochondriac. He didn't need a high school education to know that. The pills and bottles on the counter were another explanation. This wasn't regular soup. She was drugging him. He sat up from the realization, and his mother became more worried at his sudden change of personality. She asked him if he was alright again, if he didn't like her food. He replied hastily that it was amazing, it's just that he remembered he left the stove on-- no, he needed to check on twoey, around this time her leaves should get washed. She accepted that explanation, and began pushing him out the door to help him on his way to Mushnik and Sons. As soon as Seymour was on the sidewalk outside of her apartment, he turned to an alleyway nearby. Fearful of whatever was in his system, he tried to throw up.

He became experienced when he accidentally ingested pesticide as a child and had to induce vomiting to avoid a hospital visit. He ran home, still feeling some residual effects of the drugs, despite only ingesting a little. The shop was empty and dark, Mr. Mushnik and Audrey went home early that day. He drank water and tried to calm himself. He found himself leaning next to audrey ii's pot, mind racing from the events that transpired. His strange mother, the apartment, the "food".

Tears sprang from his eyes as he thought everything over. She only cared to reach out as soon as he became famous. She didn't care to reach out to what was presumably her only child and never gave an explanation as to why she gave him away. He felt used. Defeated, he cried into his clammy hands. Why is everyone so cruel? Was twoey right? That some people were evil by fault and needed to die? His thoughts were deafening his senses, and didn't notice a vine curl around his body and pulled toward the sentient plant. Twoey could read his mind, which was why she knew what his innermost desires were. Turns out trying to get Seymour to reunite with his mother was a bad idea. He tired himself out after 2 hours, one of her vines snaked around his wrist and fingers, sensing Seymour's ratial artery to monitor his heart rate. He was asleep eventually, blanketed by twoeys vines and leaves. Thanks to Seymour, Orin left twoey satisfied for the past week, though maybe she could convince him again for another meal sometime soon.

[cutthroatcarnival]

Febuwhump Day 3: “Bite Down On This”

Tags/Warnings: Canon-typical violence/injury, needles, injury desc, stitches, delirium

Warriors decided that being caught in a collapse after a battle was not a fun way to relax. Neither was having to stitch up a Four halfway delirious from pain.

Read it on AO3!

Steady Hands

“I know, I know,” Warriors gently pushed Four’s hand down, “I’m sorry, but I have to.” He grunted as the smithy’s knee connected to his torso. A grimace formed on his face, there would definitely be bruising.

Warriors cursed the horrid luck that came with being a hero under his breath. The portal had spat them out in the middle of a large monster camp in a cave, and while they had won the battle, nobody came away unscathed. Then the cave, with its incredible timing, collapsed, trapping a few heroes in the rubble. All in all, a horrible start.

He shook his head, refocusing on the smithy below him. Four’s face was pinched in pain, his eyes were open but not present. Warriors swung his leg over, pinning his lower half to the ground as he dug through his pouch, rooting around for the kit he knew he had.

“Blue, I don’ wanna…” Four’s words slurred together. At least the smith was still conscious- but Warriors had to clean and stitch his wound quickly. He growled, with only one hand to search for the kit, he was losing precious time.

Four let out a string of words, too slurred and jumbled for Warriors to comprehend. The only available hand was smacking weakly against Warriors’ chest. With an unenthusiastic noise, he pulled the kit from his pouch.

The smith’s hand had dropped to the floor, abandoning its attack on Warriors. Cautiously, the captain removed his hand from the smith’s injured arm. Four didn’t react or move, the mumbling was the only telling that he was still conscious.

He set the kit on the ground, and pulled his canteen off his belt, setting it on the ground as well. Warriors leaned over, assessing the wound; it was large, spanning almost the entirety of Four’s upper arm. He had gotten hit with an arrow, and a monster had managed to grab the shaft sticking out, pulling it and slicing the wound open more. The action had snapped the arrowhead off, staying caught in his flesh. It would be painful to dig it out.

Warriors pulled back and unbuckled the belt around his waist, sliding it off. He grabbed the bottom of the smithy’s jaw, trying to pry it open. Four’s hands returned, weakly pushing against Warriors, but the movement pulled at his wound, causing him to sob and thrash. Gritting his teeth, Warriors grabbed the smith’s injured arm, and pinned it back to the ground, shifting his knee up to keep it down.

“No… V’o…” Warriors swallowed, continuing trying to force Four’s mouth open.

“Four, I know, I know, but I need you to bite down on this.” He knew the smith couldn’t hear him, but it helped to ease his mind. Warriors took the opportunity in the lull in Four’s thrashing, managing to hook his mouth open and slide the leather belt between his teeth.

Warriors huffed and reached for his canteen, quickly unscrewing the cap. With a deep breath, he poured the water on the wound, and Four’s thrashing picked up again, muffled jumbled speech falling from his lips.

“I’m sorry, Four, please. I had to clean the blood away.” He poured water over his own hands, and set the canteen down, being careful not to spill any of the water, and reached for the kit. Warriors pried it open, taking out the tweezers he had slid in there when they were last in his era.

“I’m sorry.” He grabbed Four’s arm, and brought the tweezers down, trying to locate the arrowhead. Four was wiggling underneath him, making muted gasps and whines of pain. Warriors managed to find the arrowhead fairly quickly. He pressed harder on Four’s arm- the smith was strong, years of blacksmithing made sure of that- and started to extract the arrow, slowly and carefully, trying not to worsen the injury, wincing at the scream.

It came out with a fleshy noise, and Warriors cast it aside, “There! It’s out, Four, it’s out. Just a little longer, please.” His sobs had grown louder, face completely washed in pain. The captain grabbed the canteen again, washing both the wound and his hands a second time, carelessly setting it to the side- it was empty now anyway.

He grabbed the kit, taking out the needle and thread, blowing out a breath and willing his hands to stop shaking. Threading the needle successfully, he leaned back over the wound, “It’ll be over soon.”

Four’s screams, as the needle pierced his skin, no matter if they were muffled, made him pin his ears back. Warriors’ hands were trembling, and he forced himself to steel his nerves, pushing everything down to get the stitching done.

Warriors fell into the pattern of in, out, pull, watching the wound slowly close back up under his own hands. Eyes never leaving Four’s arm, ears twitching and flicking at every small noise the smith below him made. With a relieved sigh, he tied the stitch, grabbed the scissors and cut the thread. Warriors moved back, feeling his eyes sting as tears formed. He blinked them away furiously, and look down at Four. The smith had passed out, most of the pain had disappeared from his face. Warriors carefully pulled at the belt, releasing it from the grip of Four’s teeth. He rolled off the smith, landing a small ways away on his back, and stared at his hands, caked in blood; he hoped the others rescued them soon.

[winterandwords]

WIP Wednesday

@oh-no-another-idea tagged me in this one a while back. Thank you, friend!

Look at me doing a tag on the write day twice in one week. Since WIP Wednesday seems to be whatever you want to make it, I'm going to talk about an aspect of Project Aria that I'm really enjoying and then share a little snippet that shows it in action.

Bridge From Ashes (set in the same world) was Rafe's story from his perspective. He's very much about the "I'm a bad person who does bad things. I hate everyone and everyone hates me" traumatised sad boy feels, but there are moments throughout the book that show him doing genuinely kind things and other people clearly seeing him as a safe person. He doesn't acknowledge it because it doesn't even cross his mind that be might be perceived as anything remotely positive outside of being vaguely useful.

In Project Aria, we meet him again but from Aria's perspective. She immediately feels safe and comfortable with him. She notices that he has difficulty with eye contact, whereas he doesn't admit that to himself and sees it as "Fuck it, I'm not looking at people". She understands his discomfort around talking to himself as a trauma response, but he sees it as "I don't care enough about anyone to get close to them". She also sees his attempts to be reassuring and gentle as a very damaged person doing their best, whereas he sees those attempts as a bad person doing an impression of a slightly less bad person.

They're both fucked up by the same system, but from opposite sides. They've both spent their whole lives feeling bad, dangerous and unacceptable. They're both reckless adrenaline junkies with violent tendencies who struggle with emotional connection and have experienced complete destruction of bodily autonomy.

So... ✨PLATONIC SOULMATES VIBES✨ I didn't intend this to be such a strong theme of Project Aria, but that's how it's decided to go.

"[....] So I don't think you're fragile and I'm not scared of breaking you. I don't think I could break you if I tried. But I don't want to hurt you worse, because I know how hurt you've already been." And I can't speak. I want to, but all the words get stuck in my throat behind a whole pile of shitty memories that still know how to choke me and probably always will. I swallow hard to bury it all and finally I manage a whispered, "Thank you." He puts his hand on the couch next to me. Not touching me, but near enough that I can tell it's meant to be some kind of comfort. "For not wanting to hurt you?" I set my hand next to his with an empty space that may as well be a mile between our fingers, but I think he might understand that this is closer than I usually get. "For knowing. And for saying it out loud. And for it meaning something."

I'm leaving this as an open tag for anyone who wants to share something about their WIP today, and also tagging a few people who I think might be interested in this aspect of the story just so share it with them. Obvs feel free to do the tag as well if you want 💜

@thegreatobsesso @kaiusvnoir @indecentpause @pertinax--loculos @i-can-even-burn-salad @drippingmoon @words-after-midnight @diphthongsfordays @ezestreet @nanashi23 @manathen @elbritch-kit

[waheelawhisperer]

Ask thingy for Indra, mainly 'cause your AO3 fic really struck some chords: 1, 6, 7, 8, 15, 17.

Indra! I love her!

1: Why I love them, like them or hate them.

Fantastic aesthetic (I love punk girls), great voice in both English and Japanese, lovely personality... I have a huge weakness for characters that seem rough and lowbrow but ultimately display a hidden nobility... Her kit and playstyle would be fun if you didn't have to give Brawler Guards absolutely broken playstyles to make them work. I love her devotion to Siege and the rest of the Glasgow, I have a huge thing for badass bloodthirsty women, especially when they also have the sort of sweet exuberant goofy affectionate side we see Indra display in some of her files and talk lines, she gets to wear a suit... what's not to love?

6: The scene that I think shows just how awesome they really are.

Everyone in charge of this game is allergic to letting the Glasgow Gang shine in any way, much to my continual frustration, but the line in her files about Indra understanding the ideals of chivalry better than many of the actual belted knights of Kazimierz despite being essentially a street thug lives rent-free in my head.

7: The scene that I think adds depth to their character or the relationship this character has with someone

I think it's gotta be the scene in Chapter 10 where she instructs Dagda in the art of delivering proper one-liners, along with her giving Doc a hug. It's really interesting to me the way the Glasgow Gang as a whole seems to be pretty close with the Doctor (IIRC Doc is on a first name basis with at least two of them, and all of them are quite friendly with the Doc in their talk lines, allowing for Siege'ssomewhat aloof personality), and I would've liked to see that explored more.

8: A headcanon I have about this character.

Given that Indra is hinted to be a bit of a big eater, I like to imagine that she's eager to try all the various world cuisines that can be found in Rhodes Island. The company has a multinational workforce, and with that comes a lot of food for her to try. She personally can't cook for shit tho

15: What I think their role in the story is versus what I think it should be.

The answer to the first half of this question is "fuck if I know. Accessory to Siege, who is herself a plot device at this point? Muscle? She's just there to look hot?"

I've made no secret of my frustration about the way the Victoria arc treated the Glasgow Gang. Indra is supposed to be a badass, but she doesn't get to fight anyone more dangerous than mooks to show it off. She's supposed to be Siege's second-in-command, but Siege herself doesn't get to do much or have a ton of agency, so not much is left for Indra. We don't even explore her relationship with Siege or her other comrades outside of operator records, so it mostly feels like she's tagging along to hit things without even getting to hit anything important.

Giving her the role in the story requires a significant restructuring of the Victoria arc, because the Sarkaz plot cancer means all the fucking focus goes to Kal/Amiya/Doc and the Kazdel lore while we waste time chasing a bunch of literal who characters around Londinium and fucking Stainless plays a more important role in the plot than the launch characters it supposedly centers around. I'd trim it way the hell down, make the Sarkaz plot something separate, and focus on Rhodes Island helping Siege rally the people of Londinium to regain her throne while leaning on Indra and Morgan's connection to the common people and Dagda's status as a noble to gain support or something, idfk. It's kind of hard to fuck up a by-the-numbers rightful king returns story, but Arknights managed it.

17: how well they'd do if they got dropped in a horror movie.

Depends on the horror movie. Indra would eat your average slasher for breakfast because she's not a dumb horny teenager completely lacking in training or equipment and could handle some horror monsters just fine, but supernatural/psychological horror would be a bit harder for her to deal with.

Bloodborne's not a horror movie, but it's a good example of what I'm talking about: she could deal with most of the enemies without issue, but her bloodthirsty nature means she'd be at risk of succumbing to beasthood and she's too normal to take the cosmic horror revelations about the nature of the world all that well, although she could probably convince herself that it was just the product of a truly epic bender.

Actually, now that I think about it, Bloodborne probably isn't the best example I could've used, given that at least 50% of the game is just a simulation of an average evening in London immediately following a soccer match.

[merge-conflict]

Everything goes to shit in the usual way, except this time it’s Rogue that calls Johnny for help. Kerry only gets parts of the story from V, in curt, precise soundbites as she gears up. Rogue had helped Johnny piss Arasaka off again, and wherever she has managed to hole up in the city is no longer safe. It follows that all of them are no longer safe, either– news that V delivers with a sardonic smile he recognizes as a cover for fear.

Two hours later he lands his AV on some weed-choked patch of concrete in Northside, and tries not to think about all of the narrow sight lines where he can’t see someone coming. He almost shoots V, who limps out of an alleyway at a fair clip, right leg shiny with blood and hastily bandaged. She’s so focused on moving he’s not even sure she recognizes him when he pulls her up into the AV and keeps her from collapsing.

“ETA five minutes,” she tells him, listing dangerously as he lowers her down to take a look at her injured thigh. High caliber bullet wound, patched with a trauma kit to keep her from bleeding out, although the pale cast to her skin worries him. She picks her head up, brow knitted. “Kerry.”

“In the flesh,” he says. “Told you I’d get you a ride.”

“I’m fine,” she says, clumsily patting his shoulder before hooking her fingers into his jacket, pulling herself upright. She flashes him a smile, and then it’s gone. “Gotta be ready to delta.” A shiver rips through her, and her teeth chatter. “Five minutes.”

He’s already got the AV medkit half out of its bindings when a connection request pings in his vision, and he accepts it instinctively, thinking it must be comms– but instead he feels a wash of dizziness as his vision lights up with an overlay. It’s too much at once, dozens of little dim points of light and a handful of brighter pinpoints, all crowding each other out.

“–gotta fucking delta, just let it go!” Rogue’s voice cuts in, and Kerry hears the gunfire from her comms, a strange echo to the distant pops he can hear from outside the AV.

“She’s almost got it,” Johnny says, voice strained. “Go find V!”

“I got her, Johnny,” Kerry says, blinking rapidly as some of the points of light disappear from his visions, the rest resolving into more manageable tags in his interface. Two light blue dots for Rogue and Johnny, and almost ten red ones, shifting in and out of place as the soft tries to track them. “Looking a little hot in there.”

“Fucking understatement–“ Johnny’s voice cuts out momentarily. “Rogue–“

“I see them.”

“Alt,” V says quietly, as Kerry gives her an emergency infusion of synth blood and a med inhaler. She is lost in the lights of her interface, only her grip on his jacket keeping her tethered to the real world. “They’ll have a jammer here soon.”

“I’m familiar with Arasaka protocol,” Alt answers coolly over the comms, the deadness of her tone still filling him with uneasiness. “The AV is a greater concern.”

“Might be able to fly blind until we get out of range,” he says, feeling a strange sense of calm as his heart starts to race. He’s done it before– he can probably do it again. “What is the range on the jammer?”

“Full strength maybe fifty meters,” V says, slurring slightly as she finally start to relax from the painkiller. “Effective degradation three hundred, dependent on frequency. They could have–“ She bares her teeth lazily, letting her head fall back against the seat she is propped against. “They could have more than one. For you, Alt.”

“Most likely. Stand by.”

“These things supposed to have copilots?” V asks Kerry, falling just short of unconcerned. Clinging stubbornly to consciousness and just as dead calm as he is. Possibly just as worried.

“Hard to rustle up someone dependable on such short notice,” he says, and squeezes her shoulder with a reassuring smile. “Lucky for you I’m worth more than just my good looks.”

She exhales in some exhausted version of a laugh, and Johnny says, “Lucky for all of us, Ker–“

The comms cut out then, Kerry’s interface losing all the info V has been feeding him as it pops up a complaint about loss of connectivity. In the sudden silence, he wonders for the first time what will happen if backup finds them out here like sitting ducks. To keep himself occupied, he straps V into one of the seats and then returns to the controls. Tries not to think about anything other than the next five minutes ahead of him, and then the next five after that.

Finally, the pops of gunfire come closer, and the sound of something large and rhythmic getting closer. A mech, he thinks, probably mounted with the kind of gun meant to punch through AV armor. It doesn’t matter. Nothing he can do about it except be ready to move. The engine is running, the controls are ready, and he tries not to let the warning lights of the on-board soft get to him.

The footsteps– they are definitely footsteps– get closer and closer, but he sees Johnny and Rogue circling the corner. Rogue is in front, limping as she jogs, bloody but upright. Johnny is close behind, one hand clamped against his ribs while he stops to check behind him. Kerry swallows his heart when he sees the behemoth form of Adam Smasher crunching into view, bullets pinging off his armor as he goes.

“Alt,” V says, with a burst of zeal. “Look at her go.”

It takes him another few moments to process what she means. There’s something strange about the way Smasher runs, lagging behind Johnny and Rogue, unnaturally stiff and clumsy. But it’s not until a group of Arasaka soldiers materialize around the building, firing indiscriminately at the three ahead of them, that he really believes it. Then the three of them are climbing into the AV, the entire thing shifting wildly as Alt folds Smasher almost in half to fit inside.

“I didn’t know you were a getaway driver,” Rogue tells him, as she sinks into the co-pilot’s seat next to him, strapping herself in with practiced ease. Gunshots are pattering on the outside of the AV, and he can hear a hollow whoosh behind his seat before explosions flare out in the alleyway, the sound momentarily stunning him in place.

Thankfully, his instincts kick in, and they lift off smoothly. They’re above the rooftop of the nearby warehouse before Kerry belatedly replies, “It’s just a promotional sort of deal, y’know? Gotta create some buzz for my next drop.”

“Take us just out past the plant, I’ve got some people waiting,” Rogue tells him. “Y’know, I might just buy this one.”

He laughs in reflex. “Always good to have a new fan.”

Time blurs. Kerry watches himself fly, pursued by three Arasaka AVs flying blind just like he is, only they’re armed with guns. Somehow he manages to keep them from getting scrapped until Alt can position herself with a clear sight, hitting the closest flier with a facefull of rockets that sends it falling out of the sky. A second one takes a stinger to the belly, but manages to land on the roof of a building before being hit by a second. The third one peels off, out of range of the truck barreling through Northside in close pursuit.

He sets them down within a reassuring circle of Rogue’s mercs, and for just a moment when he’s stepping out of the AV he feels an old and very unhappy echo. The clap of Johnny’s hand on his shoulder shatters the feeling before it can settle in, the clumsy crash of his hip into Kerry made heavier by V hanging precariously on his other side.

“Bout time to take this show on the road, don’t you think?” Johnny asks casually, like he hasn’t just had Kerry upend his life. Like he isn’t charging blindly straight down the same path that got him killed.

Kerry yanks him down by the neck– harder than he means to with his adrenaline still pumping. He wants to hit Johnny, wants to crawl under his skin, but he settles for this: the acrid smell of sweat and explosives, chapped lips and Johnny’s hunger no longer hidden behind overlapping layers of armored shame. After, Johnny looks at him with dark eyes, and Kerry says gruffly, “Yeah, I think so.”

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 24 - "I'm doing this because I care about you"

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“Fuck! Deku!” 

Izuku’s head turns to the sound of his name being called, he twists in his fall, right arm crushed painfully under his weight when he hits the ground.

The ice shard cuts cleanly across his rib cage to his opposite hip, pinning him in place like a toothpick. 

“Why didn’t you wait, dumbass!?” He shouts, causing Izuku to wince at the volume. 

“B-bad matchup.” His teeth chatter, jaw clenching as he tries to keep himself from crying out, “Thought I c-could take ‘im.”

Kacchan crouches next to him, reaching his arm down to Izuku’s. They both flinch when Izuku cries out at the contact, his very broken bones grinding together. 

“Shit, can you move?” Kacchan asks, looking up when a wall of ice appears to their right. Todoroki runs by them, fire summoned in his fists to combat the villain’s ice. 

An explosion jolts his body, causing Izuku to cry out again. 

Kacchan curses, running his fingers over Izuku’s left shoulder hesitantly, “Fuck, Deku I don’t know how to get you outta here without-”

Several chunks of ice fly towards them, one clocking Izuku in the side of the head. He feels his forehead split open, hot blood dripping down his nose. 

“OI ICYHOT- WATCH HIM!” Kacchan shouts, rolling his eyes when Shouto retaliates by creating a giant ice cavern around them. 

“Fuckin’ overdramatic ass.” He scoffs but takes the opportunity to grab his med kit and start chipping away at the ice connecting Izuku to the ground. 

“He’s just being cautious. It doesn’t hurt in our line of work.”

A loud boom sounds outside, and the villain yelps. 

“Sounds like he’s got him cornered.” Izuku hums, trying not to focus on the immense pain radiating through his torso. 

Katsuki pauses his work, shifting his knees slightly in his kneeling position. 

Izuku can see the unsaid words in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Kacchan?”

Kacchan gives him a look. One that says I’ll get to it when I fuckin’ get to it, then sighs. 

“We were right behind you, idiot. You keep doing shit like ‘n you’re gonna pay for it.”

“I miscalculated. He shouldn’t have-”

Kacchan growls, poking Izuku harshly on the knee, “No you shouldn’t have. You don’t fuckin’ miscalculate Deku,” he mocks, “You’re the goddamn symbol of peace. You do what you know you can and the rest you do with backup. We’re here for a fucking reason.”

Izuku looks away, flinching when Kacchan resumes the sawing harshly, “I tell you this because I give a shit about your well-being- but I’ll deny I ever said it so keep your mouth shut.” 

He looks at the blond expectantly, unanswered questions shooting through his head at 100 miles per hour. 

Red eyes look up to his, narrowing at Izuku’s feigned innocence. 

“Deku, you are going to die if you keep running in head first to fights you can’t take by yourself-”

“But I CAN-!”

“NO!” Kacchan shouts, panicked eyes drilling into the back of Izuku’s brain, “YOU FUCKING CAN’T.”

He punches the base of the ice, now tinged with red, and lets Izuku slump to the ground, “You ran into a fight- with backup- and still manage to get severely injured before anyone else even touched the fucker.”

“It’s not that-”

“Interrupt me one more time and I’ll finish the job.”

Izuku gulps, nodding curtly and looking down at the ground to avoid eye contact. 

“Izuku,” Kacchan says quietly, “What happens when Recovery Girl can’t get to you in time? What happens when no one can treat your injury and you bleed out because you’re been impaled in the fucking gut. Deku this would be more than enough to end normal people! You need to start putting more value on your life. You’re not playing a video game where you can just restart when you go down.”

Izuku’s eyes burn, bottom lip tucking behind one of his canines. 

“I don’t want to go to your damn funeral in the next twenty years, hell the next eighty. You can’t do shit for the world if you’re dead.” Kacchan pauses, seeming to debate what to say next. This is already much more than Izuku was expecting to say. “And I sure as hell won’t make you katsudon again.”

He snorts, looking back up at his friend, “Can’t have that.”

Kacchan smiles at him, but a frown replaces it quickly, “I’m serious, Deku. Don’t fucking do that again.”

They can hear Shouto calling for officer reinforcement. He must’ve taken the villain down.

Izuku knows he has a point. He’s been borderline suicidal about his attacks since UA. 

It just doesn’t feel right if he doesn’t put it all into a fight. 

But maybe that doesn’t need to mean a good battle is one where he only has to stay in the hospital for a week afterward. 

“Yeah Kacchan, I’ll do better.”

The blond narrows his eyes, quirking an eyebrow. 

“I promise, Kacchan.” He concedes, “Will you help me up please?”

His friend nods, grabbing Izuku’s non-injured arm and tugging him up. 

“Let’s get you fixed up, loser.”

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How to Build Customer Loyalty for Your Tea Business – Basketleaf

Building customer loyalty is essential for any tea business, especially when working within a limited budget. A loyal customer base ensures consistent sales, positive word of mouth, and a strong brand presence, all without the need for expensive marketing campaigns. This guide will walk you through the most effective ways to build lasting customer loyalty for your tea business while staying within your budget.

1. Offer a Personalized Experience

Creating personal connections with your customers helps them feel valued and encourages repeat visits.

Greet Regulars by Name: Remember customer names and their usual orders.

Customize Orders: Offer personalized chai blends based on customer preferences (e.g., extra ginger or less sugar).

Special Occasions: Offer a free cup of chai on birthdays or anniversaries.

2. Create a Loyalty Program

A well-structured loyalty program is a proven way to encourage repeat business.

Punch Cards: “Buy 5 cups, get 1 free” cards are easy to manage and appreciated by customers.

Point-Based Systems: Offer points for every purchase, which can be redeemed for free tea or merchandise.

Exclusive Perks: Provide exclusive discounts or early access to new blends for loyal customers.

3. Focus on Quality and Consistency

Loyalty comes naturally when customers can trust the quality and consistency of your tea.

Source High-Quality Ingredients: Partner with local tea suppliers to ensure fresh and flavorful tea.

Standardize Recipes: Ensure that every cup tastes the same, regardless of who prepares it.

Maintain Hygiene: Clean preparation areas and packaging inspire trust and loyalty.

4. Engage Customers on Social Media

Social media is a powerful, cost-effective way to build brand loyalty and keep your customers engaged.

Interactive Content: Run polls on Instagram or Facebook asking followers about their favorite chai blends.

User-Generated Content: Encourage customers to share pictures of their tea and tag your business.

Behind-the-Scenes Stories: Show how your tea is brewed or how ingredients are sourced to build transparency.

Contests and Giveaways: Offer small prizes like free tea or discount vouchers to keep customers excited.

5. Reward Referrals with Discounts

Word of mouth is one of the best ways to grow your business, especially if you reward customers for referrals.

Offer Referral Discounts: Give both the referrer and the new customer 10% off their next purchase.

Referral Cards: Hand out referral cards with every order, encouraging customers to invite friends.

Exclusive Events: Host chai-tasting events where customers can invite friends to try new blends.

6. Provide Exceptional Customer Service

Exceptional service can turn first-time buyers into loyal, lifelong customers.

Fast Response Times: Answer customer inquiries promptly through WhatsApp or social media.

Resolve Issues Quickly: Handle complaints politely and offer replacements or discounts for any inconvenience.

Friendly Interactions: Train staff to provide warm, positive experiences for every customer.

7. Host Community Events and Pop-Ups

Being active in the local community helps you build connections and enhances brand loyalty.

Pop-Up Chai Stalls: Set up stalls at farmers' markets, festivals, or office complexes to attract new customers.

Workshops and Tasting Events: Organize events where customers can learn about chai preparation or try new flavors.

Charity Initiatives: Donate part of your profits to a local cause to show customers that you care.

8. Launch a Tea Subscription Service

Subscription models are a great way to build loyalty and ensure recurring revenue.

Daily Chai Delivery Plans: Offer a subscription service delivering fresh chai every morning to offices or homes.

Monthly Chai Kits: Sell kits containing different blends for customers to brew at home.

Exclusive Discounts for Subscribers: Reward subscribers with special offers and freebies.

9. Introduce Limited-Time Offers

Creating a sense of urgency can encourage customers to return often and make purchases.

Seasonal Specials: Offer limited-edition blends (e.g., winter spiced chai) to attract customers.

Happy Hours: Provide discounts during off-peak hours to increase foot traffic.

Flash Sales: Announce flash discounts on social media to keep customers engaged.

10. Build a Strong Brand Identity

A memorable brand identity helps customers feel connected to your business.

Unique Branding: Use eye-catching packaging and a distinct logo that reflects your tea business.

Brand Story: Share your journey and mission with customers to create an emotional connection.

Consistent Messaging: Use consistent colors, fonts, and voice across all platforms for brand recognition.

FAQs

1. How can I attract repeat customers to my tea business?

Offer personalized experiences, loyalty programs, and referral discounts to encourage repeat business. Consistent quality and great service are also key factors.

2. What is the best way to promote my tea business on a budget?

Social media marketing, WhatsApp campaigns, and word-of-mouth referrals are cost-effective ways to promote your tea business. Hosting pop-ups and events can also help attract new customers.

3. How important is branding for a small tea business?

Branding is crucial as it differentiates your tea business from competitors and builds customer trust. A strong brand identity encourages customer loyalty and enhances visibility.

Conclusion: Create Loyal Customers and Grow Your Tea Business

In the competitive tea market, building customer loyalty is the secret to sustainable growth. With personalized experiences, creative marketing, and consistent quality, you can establish best business under 1lakh.

Start small, focus on relationships, rewards, and memorable service, and watch your chai business flourish with Basketleaf!