#LED Emergency EXIT Sign Light

[sharpeagle-tech]

The Productivity Benefits Of Explosion-proof Light

In the high-stakes world of industrial production, effective lighting is not a luxury, but a necessity.

Adequate lighting can prevent accidents and injuries by ensuring workers can see what they're doing. This is particularly important in areas with heavy machinery and poor visibility, such as basements or warehouses.

Industrial lighting can also deter criminal activity by making it effortless for security personnel to see what's happening on the premises.

If you are a business owner or a facility manager, you need to evaluate the lighting in the workplace to make changes and upgrades as necessary to ensure that all areas are adequately illuminated.

Industrial Grade Lighting: Powering the Production Line

Industrial-grade lighting is a type of lighting that is specifically designed for use in industrial environments. These hazardous area lights are built to withstand the harsh conditions and demands of industrial settings, such as factories, warehouses, and other manufacturing facilities.

One of the main applications of industrial-grade lighting is in warehouses and distribution centers. These facilities often have high ceilings and large open spaces, making it difficult to provide adequate lighting. Industrial-grade lights, such as high-bay  lights, are designed to provide bright and even illumination over large areas, making it easier for workers to see and move around the facility safely.

Another common application of industrial-grade lighting is in manufacturing facilities. These facilities often have various lighting needs, including task lighting for specific areas, such as assembly lines, and general lighting for the entire facility. Hazardous area lights are designed to withstand heat, vibration, and other conditions in manufacturing environments, making them well-suited for these facilities.

Industrial-grade lighting is also commonly used in mining, oil and gas, and other heavy-industrial facilities. These facilities typically have extreme temperatures and harsh environments and require lighting that can withstand these conditions.

Other Applications:

- Power Plants - Pharmaceutical plants - Food Processing plants - Marine and Offshore applications - Cold storage facilities - Refineries - Construction and heavy-duty equipment lighting - Outdoor industrial areas

In all of these applications, industrial-grade lighting is designed to provide a high level of durability and performance, which makes them ideal for use in industrial environments. They also often have a longer lifespan, which can save on maintenance costs in the long run.

Explosion-proof LED Lights: A Bright Solution for Hazardous Environments

Explosion-proof lights are a type of industrial-grade lighting specifically designed for use in environments with a risk of explosion or fire. These lights are built to prevent the ignition of explosive gasses or dust. They are commonly used in facilities such as oil and gas refineries, chemical plants, and coal mines.

One of the main benefits of explosion-proof lights is their ability to improve worker productivity. These lights provide bright and even illumination, which makes it easier for workers to see what they're doing, reducing the risk of mistakes and increasing the speed at which tasks can be completed. 

Additionally, lighting provides a higher colour rendering index(CRI) which can result in better visual perception. This can be especially helpful in tasks that require detailed visual inspection, such as quality control.

Another essential benefit of explosion-proof lights is their energy efficiency. Compared to traditional incandescent or fluorescent lights, LED lights consume much less energy, which can help reduce costs associated with lighting. Furthermore, LED lights have a longer lifespan, which can reduce maintenance and replacement costs in the long run.

And explosion-proof  lights are also more environmentally friendly than traditional lights. They emit less heat, which can reduce the overall energy consumption in a facility. They are built to be more durable and have a longer lifespan.

Explosion-proof  lights also have a high level of durability and performance, which makes them ideal for use in industrial environments. They can withstand extreme temperatures and harsh environmental conditions, which helps to reduce downtime caused by equipment failure.

Overall, explosion-proof lights can provide significant productivity benefits by improving worker safety, efficiency, and visual quality in hazardous environments. These lights are a cost-effective and environmentally friendly solution that can help increase productivity and reduce costs in facilities with a risk of explosion or fire.

Lights, Camera, Action: SharpEagle On-Duty

SharpEagle is a leading manufacturer of explosion-proof lighting for industrial and hazardous environments. Their range of lights is designed to provide a safe and efficient lighting solution for facilities such as oil and gas refineries, chemical plants, and coal mines.

One of the critical features of SharpEagle's explosion-proof lights is their high durability and performance. They are built to withstand the harsh conditions of industrial environments. They are certified to meet international explosion-proof standards, such as ATEX LED lights, IECEx, UL, and CE. This makes them an ideal choice for use in hazardous areas with a risk of explosion or fire.

Another critical feature is their energy efficiency. They use LED technology, which consumes less energy and has a longer lifespan than traditional incandescent or fluorescent lights. This can reduce lighting and maintenance costs while reducing the facility's carbon footprint.

SharpEagle offers a wide range of explosion-proof lights suitable for different applications, including:

- High-bay lights - Floodlights - Area lights - Linear lights - Street lights - Explosion-proof cameras

These lights are designed to provide high-quality and efficient lighting for industrial environments.

SharpEagle is also known for its customization service. They work closely with their customers to understand their specific lighting needs and design custom solutions to meet their requirements. This allows the customers to optimize their lighting solution and get the most value out of the investment.

All these make SharpEagle's range of ATEX LED lights a reliable, efficient, and cost-effective solution for facilities that require safe lighting in hazardous environments. They are built to meet the highest international standards and offer various options to meet different application requirements. The company's customization service can provide additional benefits by optimizing the solution to meet each customer's specific needs.

Achieving Safe and Efficient Industrial Lighting with SharpEagle!

Proper industrial lighting ensures a safe, productive, and secure working environment. Explosion-proof lights, in particular, are designed for use in environments with a risk of explosion or fire and provide several benefits such as energy efficiency, high-quality visual perception, and durability.

Suppose you need explosion-proof lighting for your industrial facility. SharpEagle's products should be considered an ideal solution due to their range of options, durability, and energy efficiency while meeting all safety standards.

‍You can call us at 07498 012352 / +971-44541054 or mail us at sales@sharpeagle.uk 

[greenhsetechnologies]

LED Emergency Light & Exit Sign Light In Perth

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[prettymfwrites]

"Atta Girl."

Ellie x reader

Reader gets injured, Ellie gets protective.

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The morning sun peeked through the heavy clouds over Jackson as you pulled on your jacket. Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing anxiously. Her fingers fiddled with the loose thread on her flannel, and you could feel the tension radiating off her.

“You sure you have to go?” Ellie asked, her voice tight.

You stepped closer and rested your hands on her shoulders. “It’s just a patrol, Ellie. Jesse and I will be fine.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, ‘cause nothing ever goes wrong on patrols.”

You bent down, forcing her to meet your eyes. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Her hands gripped your wrists, holding you there for a moment longer. “I hate this. You’re too damn important to me to—” She stopped herself, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

You smiled softly, brushing her bangs out of her face. “Stupid? Me? Never.”

Despite herself, she smirked, but the worry never left her eyes. She stood and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “You better come back in one piece.”

---

The patrol started off quiet. Jesse was his usual easygoing self, cracking jokes as you both scanned the snowy woods for any signs of trouble.

“Ellie didn’t look too happy about this,” he commented as the two of you dismounted your horses to check a suspicious cabin.

“She worries,” you replied, shrugging. “It’s her thing.”

“Yeah, well, I’d worry too if my girl had to patrol with a guy as handsome as me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. She knows you’re more into Dina than you are into this patrol.”

He laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “You got me there.”

But the light mood didn’t last. As you exited the cabin, the sound of crunching snow caught your attention. Before you could fully turn around, a group of four armed strangers emerged from the treeline, surrounding you and Jesse.

“Well, well,” one of them sneered, a wiry man with a scar across his jaw. “What do we have here?”

Jesse’s hand twitched toward his pistol, but the man raised his rifle. “Ah, ah. Wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

They were after you. You could see it in the way their eyes lingered, their leering gazes making your skin crawl. When one of them lunged, Jesse acted fast, shoving you behind him and firing a shot. The bullet found its mark, dropping the man instantly.

Chaos erupted. Another one tackled Jesse while a third grabbed you, his filthy hand clamping around your throat.

“You’re coming with us,” he growled, dragging you back as you struggled. Your vision blurred from lack of air, but adrenaline surged through you. Kicking wildly, you managed to knock him off balance. His grip faltered, and as soon as you hit the ground, you grabbed your knife and drove it into his neck.

Blood sprayed as he collapsed, lifeless, and you gasped for air, your leg burning from a deep gash you hadn’t noticed in the fight. Jesse dispatched the last man and ran to your side, his eyes wide with panic.

“You okay?” he asked, hauling you to your feet.

“Yeah,” you lied, wincing as pain shot through your leg.

“Bullshit.” He glanced at your leg. “You’re bleeding bad.”

“No time,” you said, limping toward your horse. “We have to get back.”

---

By the time you and Jesse made it back to Jackson, the sun was setting, and the town was buzzing with activity. People swarmed around you, shouting questions, their worried faces blurring together.

And then Ellie appeared, pushing her way through the crowd. Her eyes locked on you, dark with fury and fear.

“What the hell happened?” she demanded, her voice shaking as she reached for you.

“I’m fine,” you tried to assure her, but your wobbling knees and blood-soaked pant leg said otherwise.

Ellie’s jaw clenched as she threw your arm over her shoulders. “Come on.”

She led you back to your shared home in silence. Once inside, she sat you down on the couch and grabbed the first aid kit. Her movements were quick and precise, but her lips were pressed into a thin line.

“Ellie—” you started.

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice low. “Don’t even try to explain right now.”

You watched her clean and stitch your wound, her hands trembling slightly. The air between you was thick with unspoken emotions.

When she finished, you broke the silence. “So, I guess you could say I showed that guy who’s boss.”

Ellie’s head snapped up, her lips twitching despite herself. “Atta girl,” she murmured, her tone softening.

You reached for her hand, pulling her to sit beside you. “Hey,” you said gently. “I’m here. I’m okay. Thanks to Jesse.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she buried her face in your lap. “I was so scared,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “What if you didn’t come back?”

You ran your fingers through her hair, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. “But I did. I’m here.”

Ellie clung to you, her tears soaking into your jeans. You held her close, whispering reassurances until her breathing evened out.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other, finding comfort in the fact that, for now, you were safe and together.

Too cuteee💕 I take requests!

[rescuebabiesau]

"Anything from Crown City, Chase?"

"Negative. The signal's not even going through."

"Well, that's not a good sign..."

..........................................

"Huh... huh... Hang in there, Sideswipe...! Just hang in there...!"

Bumblebee had carried many a bot off of the battlefield and into a safer location for the medic to tend to, but this time, there was no medic, and the bot in his arms was no soldier. He was just a kid, a kid that had no business being in the condition he was in right now.

The attack had happened quickly— rifle fire raining down from the cliffs above and onto the lieutenant and his team. The humans had gotten away, as did Strongarm, Fixit, and Grimlock, but in the midst of the two final team members making a run for the groundbridge, a shot from their enemy sent a cataclysmic failure that led to the portal exploding.

Bumblebee had been flung into the cliff, and with a stray shot having disabled his comm link, he couldn't call for Sideswipe to locate him amongst the collapsing stacks of vintage collectibles that made up the scrapyard. By the time he found the young autobot, Sideswipe's frame was spotted with blast marks and his lower half was partially crushed under a fallen crane arm.

Bumblebee had hauled him from the wreckage and managed to break free of the Scrapyard's walls, but he couldn't race down the road with Sideswipe like this. He'd need to find somewhere to hide until their attackers stopped their rain of death and weren't looking for a yellow and red bot escaping down the road... If Sideswipe was even in the condition to travel by then.

Fortunately, Bumblebee was a war veteran, and he'd learned a few tricks— both from his own experiences and that of his comrades.

Tip number one, save the special toys for emergencies.

The cliffs held some small caverns under them, the exit typically inaccessible by bots or humans, but not if you had a Phase-Shifter stuffed in your subspace for such a time.

He carried the young bot into these caverns, ducking under low ceilings and feeling the squeeze of the tight tunnels, but it would be enough for a little while until it was safe.

"Buh...Bee..."

Sideswipe's voice crackled in his throat, his audio receptor twitching just a bit but really being the only thing moving.

"Just take it easy, Sideswipe... Just take it easy..."

Bumblebee's lights were the only thing lighting up the cavern, but for now, they would rest... Strongarm would be panicking, probably trying to come back to the Scrapyard to search for them.

"Bee... You... Thank you..."

"Shh..." Bumblebee soothed like a parent trying to comfort their child, "...Just get some rest, okay? I'll keep watch..."

What he wouldn't give for Blades' medical expertise right now...

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.05 |

Corn Maze - Jack Hughes ft Friends (TZ, CC, JD & AT)

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Jack Hughes and his friends found themselves standing at the entrance of Smith’s Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze. The sun beamed down lazily, casting long shadows as they eyed the towering stalks of corn that loomed before them.

Jack, ever the instigator, grinned widely. “Alright, team! First one to the end of the maze buys dinner!”

Trevor Zegras, leaning back casually with his arms crossed, chuckled. “You say that like any of us will want to pay you after we find our way out. Let’s see who’s best at getting lost!”

Dani, Jack’s girlfriend, rolled her eyes playfully. “How about we focus on teamwork instead of making this a competition? We’ll never hear the end of it if one of you loses, anyway.”

Cole Caufield, who had been squinting at the map in his hands, suddenly interjected, “Come on, guys. Let’s just follow my lead and we’ll be out in no time.” He tilted the map and pointed dramatically toward the maze. “This way!”

As they ventured deeper into the maze, laughter echoed in the air. Jamie Drysdale and Alex Turcotte were deep in conversation, debating over who could pull off the best corn-themed Halloween costume. Jamie waved his arms animatedly, “Trust me, a cornstalk costume would be iconic! I could even add a few LED lights.”

“Or you could be a scarecrow,” Alex shot back, trying to contain his laughter. “That way you wouldn’t scare anyone away—just look like an overgrown kid.”

Meanwhile, Jack and Dani walked slightly behind the group, sharing whispered jokes while keeping an eye on their friends. The golden light filtered through the leaves, making Dani’s hair shimmer as she smiled up at Jack. “This is nice,” she said, her voice soft. “Just spending time with everyone.”

“Right?” Jack replied, his eyes sparkling. “We should do this more often.” Just as he said that, the group’s banter grew louder as they turned a corner.

Suddenly, Trevor let out an exasperated grunt. “I thought we’d been this way before!” The other boys looked around, realizing they were faced with the same fork in the path for the third time.

Cole sighed dramatically. “Anyone got a compass? This is worse than that time we got lost at the fair.”

“Alright, alright,” Jack smirked, taking charge. “Let’s split up. Dani and I will go this way.” He pointed down a narrow path. “You guys go that way. Whoever finds the exit first comes back for the rest.”

“Brilliant idea, Hughes!” Trevor smirked. “See you losers later!”

With quick waves and persuasive “no cheating!” remarks, the group went their separate ways. Jack and Dani walked hand-in-hand through the maze, laughing while occasionally stopping to admire the vibrant corn husks framing their path.

“Think they’ll really find the way out?” Dani asked, peering over her shoulder.

Jack shrugged. “With Trevor leading? It could go either way! Just look for the sound of yelling.”

The pair continued meandering through the intricate twists and turns, enjoying the peace that the maze offered. A few wrong turns, a couple of close calls with scarecrows, and a few well-placed selfies later, they finally stumbled upon an actual sign pointing to the exit.

“Guess we win!” Jack exclaimed, exuberant like a kid on Christmas morning.

But just as they began to think they had an easy route out, Trevor’s voice echoed from behind, “Jack! Dani! We’re lost again!”

“Seriously?” Dani laughed. “We’ve been wandering around longer than I’d like to admit!”

Jack leaned against a cornstalk, laughing harder than he’d intended. “I’m starting to believe the fans when they say you and me are the parents in this group.”

Finally, after what felt like hours filled with laughs, misplaced directions, and the occasional discovery of a hidden snack stand, the whole crew found their way to the exit. They emerged into the fading sunlight, faces flushed and exhilarated.

“I love this!” Jamie said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do this again next year, but you guys better bring your A-game next time.”

As they all chimed in with agreement, Jack felt a warmth blossom in his chest. Moments like this—with friends, laughter, and Dani beside him—were what life was all about. Content, he watched the sun dip below the horizon, the world surrounding them painted in hues of orange and gold, and knew this was just the beginning of many more adventures.

[hollowbutcanlove]

Words feel like… Part VI (Final)

iso x fem!reader

warnings: protagonist's death, resurrection, shooting, rahms.

18+ only

words: 2167

a/n: that's the end of the little story. I hope you enjoyed it <3

pt I pt II pt III pt IV pt V

The week of silence between you flowed smoothly into the next. You could hardly see him in the common rooms, and your chat was horribly empty. Not a single message from either him or you. The only sign of life from Iso was his appearance online from time to time. Sage invited you to come with her to the Viper lab. You were in one of the testing areas, but this time you were led somewhere deeper.

The thin corridor made you feel uneasy and uneasy, like you were being led into some kind of cell. And the closer you got to the wide door, the more the clouds thickened over you. Sage put some kind of card to the scanner, and then the automatic door unlocked. There were several rooms. And a perfect view of what was inside. In one of them lay some girl, hooked up to some machines. In another some strange mechanisms that you assumed Viper and Killjoy had developed together. In the center room where you were - Viper was standing and talking to Reyna about something. As you approached, you began to discern meaning in their phrases.

"Could this be the same thing that happened on Omega Earth? Radianite Plague,” - Viper said, folding her arms across her chest. - "Then it makes sense, then. If feeding on souls only sustains it, could the Radianite treatment methodology do anything to help the process?"

"I'm willing to go there again if I have to. We need information,” -Reyna's voice was irritated. - "We need to assemble a squad."

"Good,”- the girl's gaze went to you. - "Why are you here?"

"Just about the invasion of Omega Earth. Y/N will be in your squad,” - Sage nodded at you.

"And that's worth coming here for? This is an isolated area, Sage."

"I know it is. I had to get Reyna because preparations for the portal launch are almost complete. The quicker and more unexpectedly we pay a visit, the more effective the results will be. I told the others, too. They'll be waiting."

Reyna straightened up in a flash and, with a nod to Viper, headed for the exit. You followed her with a glance, then looked at Viper and the girl on the other side of the glass. The woman stood in front of you and gave you a stern look. You realized you shouldn't linger and hurried with Sage to the meeting place.

To your surprise, Iso was there. It seemed to you that he was deliberately not looking at you and avoiding all interaction. Standing nearby were Killjoy and Sova. The two seniors' experience in the mission told them it was going to be tough. Brimstone, Cypher, and Raze remained in support. To reopen the portal or come to the rescue in case of emergency.

Reyna was already dressed in her protective gear and standing with weapons in hand.

"Killjoy, you know what to do. We need information. The rest of us are backup. Time is short, so act quickly and carefully."

The building was gloomy. You quietly followed the others, glancing around every now and then. The many closed drawers made it feel like you were in a maze. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Killjoy and Owl going off somewhere, apparently they know where the information might be stored, or at least have an idea. Reyna nods in your direction and you obediently walk in that direction with your weapon at the ready. You've had steady training with different agents all this week, so you've learned to control some of your abilities, and you've even gotten better at hitting targets. It's not perfect, but it's good enough for successful missions.

A red light blinked softly somewhere above you. You listened to the silence and heard only your own heartbeat. In an instant, you began to hear footsteps. It was someone outside. And he clearly wanted to make his presence known. A brief message from Iso came through your earpiece:

"Security is checking the area. Be careful."

You slowly emerge from your cover, surveying the semi-darkness.

"We have successfully infiltrated the system center. Looking for information."

"Copy that."

You look in the direction of the sounds and wait tensely. A silhouette smoothly reveals itself. Broad, clearly male. You take aim, ready to shoot if you need to. Before you can blink, the weapon falls out of your hands from the shot of the man in front of you.

"Shit,” - you hiss, trying to find another weapon.

Pulling out your gun, you aim again and fire at point-blank range. But the bullets meet the obstacle and fall to the floor. A purple glint in the darkness, makes you freeze. The red light starts flashing more actively and a nasty siren starts blaring through the building. You immediately dive into the maze of cubicles, haunted by the sounds of gunfire and footsteps.

"Y/N, situation. "- Reyna's voice booms in your ear.

"Omega Iso."

"Killjoy?"

"Data is downloading, it takes time."

The shot grazes your leg and you shriek, falling to the floor. Pain echoes throughout your leg, then throughout your body. Several more shots pierce your limbs. You bite your lip bloody enough not to give away your presence and crawl behind the crate. Your breathing can't be heard over the sounds of the alarms, but the footsteps and gunshots throughout the room are very audible. You try to get up, but a wave of pain pierces you again. You pull out of your pocket some sort of injection that Sage and Viper developed. With her powers, this injection gives you a temporary healing effect, which can help in missions where she isn't available.

A feeling of relief spreads through your body and you get up off the floor. You notice a silhouette nearby and immediately fire a few shots. This time the man falls, and then you start running towards where you all split up. It looks like it wasn't Omega Iso, but a simple guard, for the footsteps of pursuit continued. Suddenly something appeared in front of you. From the matter you realized it was their Omen. He immediately hooked his arm around your neck and lifted you above the ground. You dropped your weapon and began grabbing at his clawed arm with your hands, trying to free yourself.The stress of the situation caused you to activate your abilities and it played to your advantage. You immediately teleported away. The internal vibrations of Omen's abilities confused you again. You'd have to train with him more to get used to the sensation. There was no pain, surprisingly. Apparently that's the effect of the injection.

You form a blob of blinding shadow and send it towards the place where the two agents from the planet Omega were, then touch the earpiece and say in Omen's voice:

"How's it going?"

"Almost done. Run to the rendezvous point."

"Copy that."

You start running toward the place that flashed the most red. That's where you came from. Apparently you've already sent a message to Alpha land. You were almost there when you suddenly notice purple patterns on the floor. You look at the floor then at Iso running past you. In his eyes you notice a glint of some sort.

"Y/N"! - he shouts, but his shout is cut short as you find yourself in Iso's omega space.

Your powers automatically keyed off and all you could do was shoot.

Oh, crap.

Iso's a good shot. Any version of him. You're screwed.

The purple walls fall away and you find yourself one-on-one with him. He fires a few shots before he stops and looks at you. Several bullets hit you in the stomach, causing you to clutch at it with your hands. Blood came up to your throat. You coughed and looked up at him. He hesitated for a moment, but immediately fired a couple of final shots into your head.

"I'm sorry,”- was the last thing you heard before you were plunged into oblivion.

A sharp jolt of pain makes you open your eyes. Tingles in your head and some other parts of your body bring you back to consciousness. Sage is sitting next to you, holding a few of her crystals. As soon as you open your eyes, she stops working.

"How do you feel?"

"It hurts,” - you squeak as another wave of pain hits your body.

"The first time is always like that,” - Sage nods. - "The next time you come back to life, it won't hurt as much. But it would be better if there were no next time."

"I died?"

"Yes. But you're alive and well now."

Your gaze slides across the room. You seem to have been treated in your own room. You notice the broad figure of Iso in your chair. He was sitting with his eyes closed. Most likely dozing.

"Rest,” - Sage said a little louder, obviously to wake Iso. But he didn't move. - "When he wakes up, let him come to me."

"Okay."

As soon as Sage disappeared on the other side of the door, Iso opened his eyes. You stared at him with incomprehension. A dissonance was building in your mind. He'd been keeping his distance and avoiding you, and here he was sitting in your room, blatantly ignoring Sage's hint. Although maybe he was worried that you were dead. It's not every day your ally dies on the battlefield.

"Why didn't you leave? "- You ask, pulling yourself up. Your body still ached.

"Should I? "- He answered a question with a question.

You didn't know what to say. You didn't want him to leave. It was easier and calmer to be with him, but at the same time, you felt resentful of him, of what had happened over the last week. So you lay back down, leaving the question unanswered. You covered your eyes and heard a chair creak and footsteps heading for the door. More than anything, you didn't want to be alone right now.

"Don't go,” - you whisper.

"I wasn't going to,” - you open your eyes and see him leave his shoes at the door, then walk toward you and sit on the bed. It sags under his weight, and you roll a little toward him. You cover yourself with the blanket in embarrassment. He heard.

The blanket slides off your head and you look innocently at Iso. The man looks at you with a slight smile. His violet eyes look so beautiful and bright, it takes your breath away. The guy lets out a small chuckle, after which his hand rests on your cheek.

"This is why I didn't want to see you. I'm drowning in your eyes like a swamp, and I'm afraid I won't get out of these feelings,”- Iso's sudden confession confused you even more.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your thoughts traitorously tangled into a huge deep. Yes, you liked Iso, but you didn't think anything serious could come out of it. Relationships aren't welcome in the service after all. Self-deception, avoiding thoughts and all that. You've tried everything and you're almost there, but all these events are only driving you deeper into the maelstrom. You very much want to fall into this hurricane of not only passion, but already romance.

"Are you just gonna keep quiet? Y/N? "- Iso is leaning over you. -" Am I being rejected?"

He laughed. He knew.

"Keep drowning,” - you said, and then pulled the boy into a kiss.

The gentle touch of his lips made you forget about the pain and worry. Just because you both have a weakness now doesn't make you the best agents in the protocol, but since Raze and Killjoy could do it, why can't you? Iso hovers over you as he continues to kiss you, then slowly pulls back and dusts your face with kisses. You smile, after which you hug the Chinese man tightly.

"How long has it been? "- you start your question as soon as the guy lies down next to you.

"As soon as you came to the protocol,” - he played with your hair. One of his ears was missing an earpiece. - "When we met eyes in my ears some romantic song was playing in my ears and I just… Fell in love with your eyes. It's corny, but no one can control their own feelings. I thought it would go away, but after that party… You know."

"You didn't have to do that, did you?"

"I could have,” - he nodded, -”but why miss the chance? Anyway, I'm not meant to build a family with ordinary people."

"You mean you want to build a family with me?" - You're stunned.

"Anything's possible in the future."

"Oh, why did Sage call you? Are you hurt? "- You changed the subject.

"No. She's just busting me for exposing our relationship a little."

"A little? You did what?"

"Another time,"- he kissed your cheek. His phone vibrated. - "Mrs. Healer is very unhappy and demands me to her office."

[whiteravengreywolf]

Prey - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! How are you on this first day of @wolfwrenweek ? Here is my story for the first day, "The Moon" following as many of the prompts as I could fit! It's a Vampire smut so I hope you'll enjoy it! Here's the beginning of the story and if you want to read all of it the link will be at the end!

The dancefloor was packed with people. Despite the loud music blaring from every speaker, Sabine could hear each of their heartbeats, like a base that never dropped. She could taste the air, a combination of sweet alcohol and sweat that whetted her appetite. She’d never come to this club before, but Ezra had convinced her to journey specifically to this part of town to try it out. He’d said the music was good and the alcohol better. She didn’t care about alcohol, and so far, the music had been alright. What interested her more where the girls, and which one would be her next meal.

She had lost sight of Ezra in the crowd. No doubt he was dancing with someone. She ought to mingle too, she thought as she left her stool, leaving an untouched glass of club soda behind. As the new song began, she pressed her way into the crowd.

Some vampires hated crowded places. They said it was like tempting the devil. Sabine thought they just had weak resolve. She loved it. She enjoyed the anonymity of the crowd, pressed between other bodies, in the dark. Between the lights flashing above, the heat of everyone pressed together on the dancefloor, and the pounding of their heartbeats, so close to her, this was the appetizer, the perfect tease before a perfect meal.

Sabine tried to find a woman to dance with. She moved, step by step, around the crowd until she spotted someone that was interested in her. She was almost in the middle of the dancefloor when she felt eyes on her. It sent a shiver down her spine. Only one kind of person could cause such a response from her. She stopped dancing and turned.

She had migrated near the VIP booths, lavish velvet couches set on a raised platform on one side of the club. Now one woman was observing her from the booths. Not just observing her, glaring at her with cold, shining blue eyes. She had shoulder-length platinum hair and her glare was only intensified by black eyeshadow smeared all around her eyes.

“Shit,” Sabine muttered to herself.

There was no time to find Ezra. She would text him later. She had to get out now.

She pushed her way through the crowd and off the dancefloor. She was on the other side of the entrance, but she saw a green sign shining in a corner, indicating an emergency exit. This was an emergency. She ran past the handful of tables on the side and followed the wall into a short corridor. It led to the bathrooms and the emergency exit. She expected it to be locked, but the door opened with ease. She stumbled outside into the summer air. It was barely any cooler than the inside of the club. A blanket of heat had fallen over the city two days ago and nothing could move it since. Sabine brushed the sweat off her face and turned around, shutting the club door with a sigh of relief.

She found herself in an alley. The club’s wall behind her was made up of bricks plastered with band and festival posters. Across was the side of a store, and the bricks had been painted with a thick layer of white. A couple was making out pressed against the white bricks. As soon as they noticed Sabine standing near them, they pulled apart.

“The fuck, dude?” the man groaned at her.

Sabine didn’t even spare them a glance. She looked on either side of the alley. One side led to a bunch of dumpsters. The other shone orange with the light of a nearby streetlight. That was the direction the offended couple took, hand in hand, as they intended to continue their nastiness elsewhere. Sabine decided also to rejoin civilization. She was bound to find a taxi nearby.

“Going somewhere?”

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Destinytober24: Day 21 - Ensnare

Further adventures in bog slug ownership.

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

Eris Morn frowned as she stepped into the Gambit ready room on the Derelict.

It was quiet. The Derelict was never quiet. It was also dark.

She scanned her surroundings, her stolen Hive eyes giving her an advantage in the dark few other humans had, although they also could just as easily give away her position.

The floor was littered with small items. Shell casings. Eris picked one up and examined it. Unspent. A nearby ammunition crate lay on its side.

The Drifter's ship was cluttered with an excess of items ranging from the practical to the bizarre. And he frequently left them in heaps positioned in ways Eris found highly chaotic and ill-kept. But he always kept the Gambit ready room clear. And it was unlike him to have ammunition rolling about on the floor. He would have responded to such a mishap with a groan and taken immediate action to rectify the situation. For such a mess to be left in-place, he would have either not known about it, or been otherwise occupied.

The Drifter's ghost was also not present. Another unusual occurrence, albeit only for Eris. Normally the little light would have found her by now to guide her to its chosen. The Drifter did not like for anyone to see his ghost, but Eris was a unique exception and his ghost was inordinately fond of her. Its absence, combined with the silence from the ship's engines and the loose ammunition scattered around the floor filled Eris with concern.

She approached the exit with caution. The doors into and out of the Gambit ready room remained perpetually closed and locked at all times. All doors within the Drifter's ship were keyed to his biometrics, the particular light resonance pattern of his ghost, and, more recently, the biometric data of Eris Morn as well.

The door did not slide open at her approach, but it did unlock. Emergency power was functional, at least.

The well-oiled hinges made no sound and Eris stepped through the doorway into a completely unlit hall. The light from her orb and her eyes bathed everything in a sickly green glow. She paused at an intersection and looked into the rooms on either side.

The storage room on her right looked ransacked. Many items normally stacked on the shelving along three of the room's four walls had toppled down in heaps. A sack of flour had fallen and split, spilling white powder in a large spray across the metal floor. Long, snake-like trails through the flour led out of the room across the hall to the Drifter's garden. They reminded Eris of the tendrils from a Taken Primeval, the one the Drifter called "the Meatball."

But it was the inside of the garden through the other door which caused Eris' Ahamkara bone to frost over. She drew her hand cannon. Several of the plant frames had been smashed. A stray cucumber had rolled along the floor. A strawberry plant was trampled, its fruit leaving sticky red splotches among crushed leaves.

This was not a situation where an explosion from his workshop or the Drifter's sometimes questionable piloting decisions were at fault. Eris was looking upon signs of a struggle.

Cautious, ready to defend herself, Eris stalked silently down the hallway and into the Galley at the centre of the ship. Several pots and pans were on the ground. A plate had been smashed. Cupboard doors hung open as though something or someone had grasped them in a frantic search. The Drifter's metal coffee pot lay on its side, its dark liquid looking like blood in the light from her eyes .

As she slunk through the Galley, Eris heard the clang of metal on metal up ahead of her and the sound of something falling. Someone was moving nearby. Possibly even in the next room. The three-eyed former god of Vengeance pressed herself against the wall next to the door leading out into the rest of the ship, her weapons ready. The sound came again. Closer.

She waited.

The Drifter's ghost emitted its single tone in a long beep as it flew past her along the middle of the hallway at waist height. Behind it Eris heard a frantic scrambling, as though something were chasing it.

Eris stepped out into the doorway with a snarl, her frozen sphere hovering ready in one hand, her finger on the trigger of Loud Lullaby in the other, ready to defend the Drifter's ghost with extreme violence.

A very long, brown, many-legged blur flowed around a corner, up one wall, and along the ceiling over her head, chasing after the drone.

Eris lowered her weapon and turned to watch as the Bog Slug's considerable length flowed past her in pursuit of the Drifter's ghost. She watched it coil itself on top of the Drifter's kitchen table and spring across to the other side of the Galley, its many legs quivering in the air as it soared at shoulder height to pounce upon the Drifter's ghost as it hovered, blinking and twitching on the other side of the room.

The Bog Slug caught the misshapen drone in its jaws and landed with a clatter among the pots and pans scattered on the floor, twisting in on itself until it was a messy knot of worm segments and legs.

"Udon!" Eris called out sharply.

The writhing worm-knot became still. Slowly, the single eye of the Bog Slug rose from the coils of its body, gently holding the Drifter's twitching ghost ensnared within its mandibles.

"What are you doing?" Eris asked it.

It stopped moving again, its three-horned head at waist height. Watching her. It remained completely still for another moment, staring, before opening its pincers to release the ghost. The ghost, in turn, fell a few inches in the air and then levitated itself next to the Bog Slug's head.

Both the enormous many-legged worm and the ghost managed to look contrite and ashamed, despite neither one having much in the way of facial features to do so.

Eris' eyes narrowed as she looked around. "Is all this destruction… caused by the two of you?"

The poorly welded lopsided shell of the Drifter's ghost visibly drooped. It emitted its tone again, almost solemnly while blinking from red to blue to red again, turning its single electronic eye away from Eris slightly, as though it were unable to look her in all three of her eyes.

The Bog Slug also was unable to make eye contact. It trembled, unused to hearing reproach in Eris' voice. It drooped and slunk back down to the floor before skittering across the Galley toward Eris. As it reached her feet it began coiling itself around her legs, climbing her in a spiral of segments and chitin.

"No. Down," she commanded.

The Bog Slug pulled away from her and scurried into a dark corner of the Galley where it gave a contrite and mournful trill.

Eris turned back to the ghost. "Where is he?" she demanded.

Eris followed the Drifter's remorseful ghost into the Engine room where the Drifter was on his back with the front half of him partially inside of a maintenance hatch.

The ghost emitted its single tone as they approached.

"I told you to keep him busy while I'm workin'. The fuck you doing back here again?" he said, his voice echoing against the metal walls around him, making him sound simultaneously both louder and farther away.

"He was bringing me," Eris intoned.

"What? Eris?" There was a loud clang and the sound of something heavy falling. "Fuck!"

The Drifter slid on his back out from the hatch and looked up at her, blinking. His head was tilted to the side where he had a flashlight pinned between his ear and his shoulder. There was something black and oily on his face and in his beard. His shirt was torn and partially burnt. Wrenches of several sizes lay across his chest.

"What you doin' here, Moondust? I thought you were gone for a week."

"I was," she intoned.

"You get back early?"

"No."

"No?" he looked up at her, confused.

"No," she said, firmly.

He blinked. "What day is it?" He began gathering his tools off of himself.

"It is Wednesday."

"Wednesday? Shit. I was supposed to meet ya on the Moon."

"You were."

"I'm sorry. I've been fightin' this thing so long I lost track of time."

"Clearly." The frost left her orb and Eris heaved a deep sigh.

He looked over as the lingering Stasis crystals made small crackling noises as they dissipated from the sphere.

"You fighting something?"

"I thought I might have to. Your ship looks like a combat zone."

"Ha! Wait… more than usual?"

"Yes."

"What?"

The Drifter's ghost emitted its tone again. Somehow, despite having only one sound it could make, it managed to sound contrite.

"The fuck did you do?" he pointed at the drone with a crescent wrench. "I told you to watch him!"

"I believe they have been… playing tag… or perhaps fetch… It was difficult to determine."

"Really?"

"Yes," Eris crouched down near him and took the flashlight from where he had it pinned against his neck. "Vigorously."

The Drifter's grin widened. "That's… awesome! That's real cute."

"You may find it less 'awesome' when you witness the state of your garden."

"My garden!"

The Drifter's ghost looked away from both of them and emitted its tone again.

"Ok well… that's sub-optimal."

"Indeed. Hopefully you did not have any grand plans for your strawberries."

"Seriously? They were just gettin' ripe!"

Eris helped him to his feet and they ventured out into the ship together to survey the consequences of unrestrained playtime.

Link to the entire month's worth of prompts on Ao3, posted daily.

[strayheartless]

Might do some with this later, but for now I just need it out of my head:

**general plot idea is that Cloud was taken as a subject for testing, because they thought he was forgettable. Zack noticed, but after years of searching they only find him when they’re instructed to aid the R&D department with an escaped sample.

Warning for: blood and gore, also Hojo death, though that’s not likely “upsetting” to anyone**

By the time they got to the lab the place is a massacre sight. Bodies strewn from one end of the burning room to the other; blood decorating the walls like some kind of perverse paint job. Angeal covered his nose and mouth against the smell of burned flesh; the scent nauseating in the extreme.

Next to him Sephiroth lowered Masumune slightly, coming out of battle stance. There was no need for it here, any threat they could have eliminated had been taken care of. Angeal wondered about the mess they would find further in and swallowed against another wave of nausea.

“He cannot have done this himself,” Seph muttered, toeing a body over to find that the hole in the bodies chest was more than an exit wound. Somebody had put their whole fist through the persons chest.

Genesis sheathed his blade and came to stand by the general.

“All evidence to the contrary,” he said and crouched to check another body for a pulse. Nothing. They were all dead it seemed.

A whimper of distress sounded behind Angeal and the man turned to look at Zack. The boy had brought up the rear, making him the last to witness the mess. He wondered if he should have kept him out of the room for this.

Zack stumbled forward a little at the sight, clapping his hands over his mouth more in shock than repulsion. There was no doubt repulsion was there, but the shock won out every time.

He shouldn’t be strong enough to do this, he thought. I’ve trained him. I’ve fought him. He… he couldn’t.

“What did they do to him?” He says out loud.

Genesis stands back up, and crosses to him. He places a hand on Zack’s hip and kisses his temple.

“We’ll find him pup,” he murmurs into Zacks hair. “I promise,”

“The question is, how exactly will we find him?” Sephiroth surveyed the area, looking for doors, openings, anything to indicate where the blonde had gone. “If I were to make an educated guess, I’d say he’s stronger than all of us. He will not be easily subdued.”

Zack flinched. “We can’t kill him!” He cried, “Seph please he’s probably terrified, he do-“

Angeal cut him off with a raise of his hand.

“We are not suggesting that Zack, Seph only meant it may be hard for him to realise he can trust us. We may need to knock him out.” He placed a hand at Zack’s back, placing a little pressure to get him moving.

Genesis took his hand too. It warmed Angeal to know that his lovers were finally finding their ground, even if it was in the wake of tragedy and terror.

Sephiroth led the way through the bodies to the large garage door at the end of the room. The buttons were tacky with blood. Sephiroth hoped for all their sakes it was a sign that they were on the right track.

Past the door lay a long hallway and a single trail of blood along the floor. He was hurt. They needed to hurry.

The emergency lights above them cast an eerie red haze in front of them, making the trail look almost black in the odd light. There little sound coming from in front or behind them, but Angeal suspected they would not be able to hear much anyway bast the blare of the intruder siren.

As they crept along the passage, they saw more and more clear signs that the person they were looking for had been here. Sticky red hand prints and broken boxes and carts littered their path. It was clear that he was growing panicked, frustrated even. But why had he turned from the exit? He had been so close, why turn back after you were basically home free?

The answer it seemed came when they came to the next set of doors.

“Beyond here is the stasis lab. It is where professor Hojo keeps his more… violent subjects.” Sephiroth placed his hand on the release lever.

“Lover,” Genesis whispered, “remind me to kill that vermin if we do not find him dead already.” Sephiroth huffed a humourless laugh.

“Duly noted.”

Seph pulled on the lever and the door went up. Angeal wished it had stayed shut.

In front of them was a scene worse than the one they had left behind. More blood than he thought it possible to be contained in the human body washed the floor like a tidal wave had sped through here; bodies were not just strewn, they were hung and dismembered. Some hanging from wires, some their clothes. All looking like there was not a fight they could put up that would have saved them.

And in the middle of it all…

Hojo.

He’d been strung up like he was crucified. A martyr. A criminal. The bringer of a new age.

Whoever had done this had clearly thought the irony amusing. Angeal shuddered.

“Do we cut him down?” Zack whispered, barely audible against the incessant wailing of the alarm.

Angeal turned to Sephiroth. The mans eyes were locked on the scene before him. Taking a step forward, he lay a hand on the generals back.

“Seph,” he said it like a question. It didn’t just mean are you alright, it meant it is your call, he is your tormentor, your father. Sephiroth took a deep breath.

“Leave him,” he croaked. “Why show honour to a man who did not afford others the same courtesy?” And with that he he looks away and kept walking.

The next room was not so horrific. A few monster remains, a few guns without owners. But nothing on the level of before. The further they got, the more distant the alarms became, until eventually they were nothing more than static.

Room upon room of medical chairs and equipment. Terminals with cracked screens and notebooks splattered with traces of blood.

The drag marks on the floor told them that he had dragged the bodies into that room. He had displayed them, proudly. Or was it a warning? Come closer and this is your fate, come closer and I will show no mercy…

We’re they really rescuing him at this point? What would they find further in? Angeal worried he would have to brake his promise to Zack and he could see from the grim set of his mouth that Genesis feared it too.

Again they traversed the hallways, again they found much of the same, until they came to the main stasis room.

Inside sat a large holding tank filled with Mako water. It gurgled away quietly into the silence of the room. Inside it floated what Angeal could only really describe as a large cat/dog looking thing. A flame was lit, inexplicably, at the end of its tail as if it were not submerged.

Yet it was the body in front of the tank that interested them the most.

He was slender, lean, and small. His vertebrae clearly defined without a curve to his back as he sat with his butt between his folded legs, like he’d crumpled rather than sat. He was covered in blood, but they’d expected that. Shaking slightly from the cold, as he sat in nothing but his underwear and panting from clear physical exhaustion.

Angeal watched cautiously as Zack let go of Genesis’s hand and crept forward. He poised himself to spring out and grab him if if the body were to attack. Next to him Genesis and Sephiroth readied their weapons.

Zack threw out a hand to stay them.

“Cloud?” He called softly. “Cloudy? It’s me, it’s Zack…”

No response. Not even a flinch at his name.

“It’s okay sunshine, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to take you home.”

Nothing.

Zack crept forward, all but having to date himself to reach out and touch Clouds shoulder.

“Zack,” Angeal warned, and pulled buster off of his shoulder, ready for a fight.

Except Cloud only reached up to place a hand on the tank, leaving a tacky red mark on the glass.

“Get him out,” he whispered. Zack barely heard him.

“Cloud did you hear me?” He asked, not sure what Cloud would want with what was clearly one of Hojos pet projects.

“Get him out,” he said louder and Zack flinched at the change. “He’s just a kid, let him out! Let him out!”

Cloud was yelling now, banging on the glass, clawing at the seals futilely trying to get in at the thing.

Zack looks wildly back at them, springing them into action. Genesis and Sephiroth moved to the control panels, while Angeal replaced buster at his back and got ready to pull back the pressure seal.

“Levels steady, proceed with draining.” Gen commanded.

“Draining commenced, stand ready Angeal.” Sephiroth ordered. “Zack go and grab some sheets. Anything we can use to soak up the Mako.”

Zack hesitated, looking desperately between his lovers, Cloud and the tank. What was going on?

“Zack,” Seph snapped. “We will stay with Cloud, do as I’ve ordered.”

This gets him moving and Angeal returns his attention back to readying at the door. As the last of the Mako drains away, the sound of the airlock releasing hisses into the air.

“Now Angeal,” Genesis nods at him slightly, eyes still on the creatures vitals.

Angeal pulls. The door begins to roll open slowly, inch by inch.

On the floor Cloud has moved, clawing his way into the tank, getting toxic Mako directly on his skin, burning himself. But he doesn’t seem to care. He puts all his efforts into dragging the creature out, whispering a string of shhh I’ve got you’s and I’m sorry I came as fast as I could’s

Zack came bustling back into the room ladened with curtains and bed sheets from the medical wing next door. He collapsed next to Cloud quickly as the others crouched by them too.

Genesis grabbed a sheet and cast it over the lion like body. He began rubbing it against the fur roughly, soaking up the Mako as best he could. Angeal and Sephiroth moved to rub down his legs and mane.

“What is it?” Zack asked slightly stunned as he moved to wrap one of the bed sheets over Cloud who was petting at the things muzzle and whispering encouragement to wake up. He casts a hazy look at them all and it’s clear that everything that lay behind them was only half clouds conscious doing. Zack doubts he remembers his own name.

“He is is just a kid.” Cloud slurs somewhat, “and his name is Nanaki”

Zack holds up his hands in defence, “sorry, sorry. It’s just… how did you know he was here?” He leans forward to get a good look at Nanaki’s face.

“Gaia told me.” That pulled them all up short.

“What?” Genesis asked, leaning back to look at Zack’s friend.

“I can’t explain it,” Cloud slumped slightly and Angeal watched Zack hurry to support him. “I heard her in my dreams, when Hojo put me to sleep. She told me how to find him. She showed me his dreams.”

They all stared at him curiously. They were glad he was safe; that he was alive. But hearing the Goddess? What if Hojo had broken him irreversibly.

Cloud slumped further into Zack.

“I’m not- I’m n-not Lyin-“

He passed out.

****

Hm. What to do…?

[aftonfamilyvalues]

what if kronkk was turned radblr fanfic (featuring aftonfamilyvalues, oatmeal, and more)

“gyns we got a problem” folx said, her voice quaking as the others stared, “kronkk is going to get the button that will either let her delete all men or all radfems in 24 hours”

claps began to fill the space before folx stopped them with a look, “but someone put a spell on her and she’s reverted back to a TRA”

gasps and screams filled the room

“how!” “we’re going to die!” “I don’t want to lose rowling!” “nooooo!!”

“quiet!” folx commanded, “we have 24 hours to peak her. everyone xx fingers in”

the group gathered in a circle stuck their hands out together and to a shout of “vagina” lifted their hands into the air and scattered away to their respective vehicles on their way to kronkk

kronkk led the parade chanting “transwomen are women” she felt like such a good person. she didn’t know what it meant but that was okay, it couldn’t be wrong if all the good guys were chanting it with her. from the side of the parade route in came a women with leg hair running towards her “kronkk it’s me! femmesandhoney!”

kronkk narrowed her eyes she didn’t recognize the name kronkk.

“transwomen are men!” she yelled desperation in her voice

“terf!” kronkk yelled pointing her finger, not knowing how to block and stay safe in real life, she did the only thing she could, she turned and ran away.

unsteady on her ankles, kronkk turned a corner out a breath. from the shadows emerged a figure, a beautiful woman, menalez

“kronkk I don’t want drama with you, you have to wake up, women are adult human females”

kronkk screamed and took off running again. kronkk ran until she spotted a taxi, flagging it down she climbed inside, “take me home! 555 fifth avenue”

the taxi sped off as the driver noticed her stressed expression, “what’s wrong?”

“the terfs are after me,” kronkk explained, “and they are evil”

“what do you mean by that?” the driver asked politely.

kronkk stuttered, “they want genocide. they let men kill transwomen”

“do you think women have the kind of power over men to make them do or not do that?”

kronkk gasped, “you’re one of them!” pulling open the taxi door, kronkk rolled out into oncoming traffic, luckily they were at a red light.

opabinia let out a sigh as she watched kronkk run away, pulling out her walkie-talkie she spoke into it “gyns she’s on the move, heading towards 5th, over and out”

“copy” hundreds of voices whispered back

hours later, kronkk was shaking and clutching her passport, as she headed onto the plane, she had to get away, she had been stopped by so many radfems all day, even her own roommate, so now she had to leave the country.

as kronkk sat in her seat, by the emergency exit, a woman and baby sat down next to her.

the woman smiled politely, “I’m kelly” kronkk gave a smile back “I’m redacted” as the plane started to go down the runway.

as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign came off the kelly woman pulled out a bowl of oatmeal to eat and the baby began to cry, loudly.

“what do you think about crying babies on planes?” kelly asked, a mouth full of oatmeal

that phrase sounded familiar to kronkk, but why? kronkk suddenly noticed the onesie on the baby it said “I love my mommy terfectly” with dino print.

kronkk let out a scream threw open the emergency exit, grabbed the baby and tossed it out. the kelly woman dove after the baby and they disappeared into the clouds.

the rest of the plane ride kronkk was shaken. when she finally landed in Toronto Canada, she was glad to be abroad and far from the united states.

“no one’s peaked her yet?” folx hissed in frustration

“we need a plan b” cisthoughtcrime said slamming her hand onto a table

“we need to kill her! the old kronkk would understand, she wouldn’t want us all to die!” lavenderfeminist said in agreement.

hoorays of agreement rang out

“no!” folx hissed “no one is killing kronkk. she’s my best friend and I love her”

“awh!” blackswallowtailbutterfly smiled “I always shipped you two!”

sapphic-schizo pushed blackswallowtailbutterfly to the ground, “no one cool ships folx and kronkk, get a life!”

“enough!” folx yelled “we only have a few hours left. we have to trust the others have this. the best radfems are on it!”

maitakecat struggled to put blorbortion onto her shoulders. they collapsed onto the ground as blorbortion tried to unlatch the window lock for the 12th time

“you have to hold steady!” blorbortion said as they collapsed into the summer snow, it was always snowing in canada

“you try it then miss expert!” maitakecat hissed. why was breaking into kronkk’s hotel room so difficult.

stana dressed as hotel butler knocked on the door. kronkk opened the door.

“Can I interest you in the views of radical feminism?”

the door slammed in her face.

kronkk turned to hear screams from her neighbor’s hotel room “intruders!” and “sorry wrong room!”

kronkk closed her curtains, turned off the light and went to sleep. she awoke to the sound of angelic music as god entered the room, her hair glowing

“redacted, I have here two buttons, one that will delete all men and one that will delete all radfems”

kronkk narrowed her eyes, “how do I know this is real”

“I thought you might say that, I brought practice buttons, this is centered on a 50 mile radius in a random city, go ahead test it”

kronkk tentatively reached forward and clicked the delete all radfem button. with a flash an image appeared in the room. a woman aftonfamilyvalues collapsed to the ground dead, with her posters of severus snape and silco in her bedroom behind her.

“ready for the real button?” the god asked

kronkk nodded and approached the real buttons, her hand hovered over the delete all radfem button.

then the hotel door opened abruptly and a voice filled the space, “beloved?”

something about that calm and wise voice made kronkk turn towards it, her hand still outstretched.

The woman walked towards her as kronkk remained frozen. something about her she didn’t understand, but she couldn’t look away. the woman and her were now staring deep into each other’s eyes, as the woman cupped her face with her hand, stroking the side of her cheek gently.

“beloved this isn’t you”

the woman leaned in for a kiss and their lips met for a passionate kiss.

kronkk suddenly awoke from the spell, with a gasp she pulled back and slammed her hand down on the delete all men button.

cheers erupted from the hallway, as folx and other radfems ran in. tears were streaming down folx’s face as she embraced kronkk into a bear hug. radicallyaligned smiled sadly as she backed away and out of the room, knowing if they ever kissed again kronkk would be put back under that spell. her love would only protect her if they never were together again.

the end

okay the taxi part was brilliant, that had me laughing. i enjoyed another fic featuring my corpse

[salti-thelatediagnosedautist]

tips for making your business more accessible for autistic people :)

(Please keep in mind these points only cover accessibility for autism. Of course I believe that we should make all spaces as accessible for everyone as possible, but please make your own post if you wish to write about another disability to help keep this one to the point!)

Use LED lights instead of fluorescent lights. Hypersensitive autistic people can often see them flickering and/or hear them humming and it can be extremely overwhelming. Try to keep lighting even and the actual lights themselves away from eye level. Fix flickering lights as soon as possible. I've personally had panic attacks JUST from flickering lights.

Have a consistent, average room temperature. Making your business extra hot or extra cold can be really overstimulating.

Don't play music. Having loud music, or any music at all, can be really distracting and overwhelming. If you must play music, keep it quiet, but loud enough to hear the lyrics clearly. A distant, quiet, incomprehensible noise can be just as distracting as a really loud noise.

Train employees to be tolerant and understanding of non-verbal forms of communication. Even teaching basic, work-related sign language can be helpful! (For the autistic and deaf community!) Provide each counter/worker with a note pad and pen for just-in-case.

Ensure that each item only has one price tag. Having multiple, overlaying price tags can be extremely distracting.

Make price tags clear and direct. Often I notice that price tags will use abbreviations or shortened (or lengthened!) versions of the product name on the tag. This can be really confusing. Keeping it as close to the name on the product as possible is much more helpful. It could even be helpful to have a small photograph of the item on the tag.

Have automatic doors if possible. Many autistic people struggle with co-ordination and having an automatic door can be really helpful.

Avoid bright and distracting colours when possible. Bright colours (such as neon, or fire-truck red) can be extremely overwhelming for autistic people.

Make click + collect an option for your store. If you do this please ensure to keep it updated to keep house-bound people in the loop! Be sure to also not upcharge items simply for being click and collect.

If you make your own products, please try to ensure that packaging and usage is easy and accessible. Many autistic people struggle with fine motor-co-ordination, or have hypermobility, which can make opening packages and other items difficult.

Have hand sanitiser and sanitising wipes available for use.

Have benches or a seat in your store incase anyone gets tired/needs a rest before they continue shopping.

Have clear directions on purchase instructions. Many restaurants, for example, do not directly state if they take your order at your seat, or if you order at the counter. Having these things directly written on a sign, AND on your website, can be extremely helpful to autistic people. We often research stores/restaurants before going and having as many clear directions as possible on there would be a massive help.

Have a clear map in your store of where the nearest toilet and emergency exits are. Autistic people often have trouble asking strangers for help and having this information accessible at all times can be really helpful. Ideally you would have this at your door or your counter!

Keep aisles wide and clear. Autistic people can often have social anxiety/phobia and giving people extra room to browse can be helpful.

Avoid having any loud beeping or loud alarms in your store.

Put yellow tape on the edge of stairs/steps/changes in floor depth. Autistic people often miss stairs/get unbalanced more easily than neurotypicals.

Always have a member of staff present, but don't force greetings. Allow customers to come to you first. Forcing a greeting on an autistic person is usually a sure-fire way to get them to leave the store as quickly as possible. If you must do customer greetings, please keep them short and don't try to sell anything. We can get confused or forget what we were doing if we get too distracted.

Have your available forms of payment written directly at your door/counter.

Have a number limit of people in the store, and enforce a 1.5m distance rule. We are still in a pandemic, afterall.

Have clear signs for where different products are, and a guide for where to find more specific products. Autistic people can often see different connections for items and categories and we may get lost. (ie- when looking for spices we may think it could be in the international food aisle, or the cooking basics aisle).

If you can think of anymore autism-related accessibility points, please add them!

Final note: of course some spaces just aren't meant for autistic people, all the time. For example, a hypersensitive autistic person is highly unlikely to go to a club, because clubs always have loud music. Please consider the purpose of your store/business while thinking about accessibility. However I believe businesses like restaurants, clothes stores, chemists/pharmacies and supermarkets should all aim to be as accessible as possible.

[sharpeagle-tech]

How Oil And Gas Industry Should Choose LED Explosion-proof Light?

The oil and gas industry is a dangerous one — the everyday work consists of several thousands of flammable and explosive particles. These are prone to causing explosions at any given moment, so it’s important to equip yourself with the equipment that will endure such catastrophic events! 

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Explosion-proof lights are sophisticated tools for low-light or no-light industrial areas because they are made robustly to prevent sparks from setting the workplace ablaze, but they help workers find a way out too!

criteria when choosing LED Explosion Proof lights? 

Explosion Proof Level

Explosion-proof lighting is famous for its capability to prevent any foreign object, such as dust and particles to interact with electronics insight the light enclosure. It’s only natural you should want your lights to have the same capabilities! Sparks from lights and other electronic devices are the number one cause of explosions in oil and gas facilities. 

One of the most important factors to look at in this regard is the IP or the enclosure level of protection! This level is marked by two numbers, the first one indicates protection against human damage, solid objects, and dust particles. This one ranges from 0 – 6, and the explosion-proof equipment has to be at a minimum of 4. The other indicates protection against water, and it ranges from 0 – 8. 

Sharp Eagle’s explosion-proof lights are robustly made and have an IP degree of 68!

Performance, Quality, And Warranty Are Big Factors

Another thing you want to look for is durability. More precisely, how much will you need to spend on maintenance later on? If you’re looking to save on the equipment now, this can come to collect and skyrocket your maintenance costs. You should look for a product that’s durable, robust and that stands the test of time! 

Sharp Eagle’s explosion-proof lights are highly durable and enclosed in materials that protect the lights from external elements, and extreme temperatures! Moreover, our products come with a five-year warranty that guarantees you won’t experience any high replacement costs for this period. 

Choosing Reputable Manufacturer

Explosion-proof lighting can and should endure harsh elements and environments, such as heat, cold, gas, steam, and so on. The thermal control structure and enclosure are proven to fight against sudden temperature changes (such as an explosion), at the same time preventing any sparks from interacting with gasses or dust, thus preventing explosions too! 

Sharp Eagle’s lights and cameras are proven and ATEX-tested and certified to work in hazardous locations, with areas ranging from Zone 1 To zone 2, from zone 21 to zone 22, and zone 0 explosive atmospheres. We provide an ideal solution that will function in the most dangerous of industries. 

Sharp Eagle technology enables you to choose from a wide range of lighting solutions that will meet the challenges of today and the future, protecting your most valuable assets along the way! 

Conclusion

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[grimweaver]

"Meravas: Asala" P1

An encounter with a scavenger, near the northern docks of Lake Calenhad, reveals the first solid lead in the exhausted search for Sten’s lost sword. Rejuvenated hope clashes with new anguish in him– finding Asala means his honor will be restored and he will be able to return to Seheron, but he will be obligated to leave everything he had grown to love in Ferelden… including his Kadan. It will be a bittersweet reunion. ~*~

            It was two hours past the last breath of daylight when the search for Brother Genitivi led the Wardens and their companions to the northern docks of Lake Calenhad. Its serene, delicate air was broken by a battle cry when they had exited the inn, minutes after being warned by the innkeeper that asking around about Genitivi could get them killed. The scents of gutted fish and lake greenery were quickly overpowered by that of smoldering flesh and leather when Morrigan called forth chains of lightning to strike a considerable number of cutthroats that ambushed them.  

            Aithne was always pleased when she and her comrades could emerge from a battle without sustaining major injuries, but had wished they could have kept at least one assailant alive to press them for the answers that the innkeeper could not give, in addition to their reason for attacking. It forced them to conduct the grueling task of searching the bodies for anything that might hint at where they should search for him next, hoping that none of it had been damaged during the battle. 

            “Morrigan! What spell did you throw at these guys??” Aithne shot out. A line of bodies had led her up the steep slope and to a pile of skeletal remains, tented by dense shrubbery and pine branches.

            Morrigan hurried over to Aithne and joined her inspection of the gruesome heap. “I didn’t do that ,” she said, wincing in disgust at the sight and smell of them. “These poor sods were dead before we got here… long before.”

            There appeared to be seven of them altogether, all male and well over six feet tall, with only tattered ligaments of leather greaves and gauntlets dangling from bones, consumed and stained by an accumulation of weeds that grew around the shallow areas of the lake. “Horns!” Cousland noted, when she came across the only body that still had its head attached to it. “I think they’re qunari!”

            Hearing this had jarred Sten, but he kept himself well composed. His approach to the remains was calm and dignified, showing no signs of the alarms echoing through his body from his head. There was no mistake about their race– all of the skulls had a humanoid appearance, but their canine teeth were sharper than common man’s, and there were two sets of horns on either side of the cranial area. That doesn’t mean that they are my brothers, he thought. They could be Tal-Vashoth mercenaries– they frequent this area . 

            Alistair, whom had scaled the slope just then to have a look for himself, inched the torch in his hand forward to broaden the reach of its light, which revealed details that were not so easy to see in the black shadows. More horned skulls could be seen, scattered around the area with other dismembered pieces, and– seeing the distinguishing features of the horns– Sten knew they were the rest of the Beresaad with absolute certainty. “Yes,” he confirmed. “They are qunari.”

            Their corpses were not supposed to mean anything to Sten… but they did. Aithne could tell, seeing the unblinking stare of hardened eyes filling up with a mixture of distant memories– the pleasant and the horrifying. He seemed completely unaware that his dormant anger and terror was visible until Aithne’s voice snapped him out of his hot, red trance when she asked him in a soft and sympathetic manner “They are your brothers… aren’t they?”

            “Yes,” is all Sten said, clear and unbroken by the mournful howling inside.

            “Back off!! I was’ere first!! ” blasted a male voice, as a human figure leapt out at them from blackened bushes. It startled them all back several steps– Alistair almost fell onto his backside tripping over a loose root. 

            Sten instinctively drew the red steel broadsword and stepped in front of Cousland. “You would be wise to not take a step closer, human!” he growled with intense viciousness. What a fine display of self-discipline it was, not allowing his current state of mind to become a slave of instinctual responses. But even when torch light had revealed the man to be just a ragged, wrung-out, harmless-looking old man, he did not lower his sword.             “And explain to us right now what your business is with these bodies!” Aithne added.

            “Aw, these blokes ‘ere?” asked the man. “I did not off ‘em and I don’t know who or what did tha– large animals I’d guess, by the looks of ‘em. I just got’ere to take my claim.”

            “Take your claim? ” Aithne grunted.

            “There was a guy ‘ere before me that sold me this spot–said he’d found giants and all kinds of crazy valuables. But he didn’t mention that he’d taken everything but the bones and the dirt already!” Giving the pile of remains a frustrated kick sent one of the skulls flying up into the air. It landed on a steep grassy incline a short distance from where the group stood, then rolled down the slope until it was stopped by the side of Sten’s left leg. To everyone’s surprise, there was very little reaction from the qunari. Truly, he was boiling over inside, but he kept himself together and just glared bitterly at the one that had severely disrespected one of his closest friends. The scavenger desisted fuming when he saw murder burning in Sten’s eyes. Fearing for his life, he backed several inches away from the qunari, and looked like he was readying himself to flee for his life.

((CONTINUE--))

(( All fics are locked for anyone that is not registered to A03. I've read that it's a good way of preventing AI from using them to generate "content". I'm on the fence about believing that it's 100% effective, though. Can anyone confirm that doing this has helped at all? ))

[mournfulminds]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Maeve / 「 @cigvrettedvet 」

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Summer / 2024

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Highland Hospital

Mercer first contemplated the beams of fluorescents when she came to, squinting under the harsh light as the scent of antiseptic chemicals wafted past her signalling that she was in fact in the emergency room, strewn out across a bed with a thin curtain concealing her privacy ─ lovely. The last thing she could recall was a fly fishing expedition in the Chesapeake Bay (more of a business trip), and then her mother picking her up from the train station, despite her protests, so they could "talk about something".

Adjusting her cardigan and then combing her fingers through her hair, her mother's voice came into earshot, over the PA system, informing the doctor of her concerns that her daughter has whiplash and then excusing herself to find a "decent" cup of coffee in the cafeteria. Her plan of exit was to check herself out and send a text later, but to do that, she'd have to get a doctor or nurse to sign off on that. An unsteady trail led her to the doorway only to be met with someone coming to check on her ─ perfect timing, Mercer stumbling out of the way, perhaps a bit more hazy than she led on. Just her luck too, as it's none other than a being from her past; her married life, still like a fresh wound as she ushers a smile to the front. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Maeve Chapman," Using the other woman to steady her stance, Mercer regards her, unfazed, as if they're old friends and perhaps they are, "I was just wondering how I was gonna bribe the nurse to let me out of here."

[darknqlmes]

Chapter Five: The End?

While everyone was running through the maze following Liliana, they got to a section that was numbered seven. They all ran through it, and when they got to a little corner, Liliana looked and saw grievers.

Liliana looked at everyone and moved a finger to her mouth, telling them to be quiet. After discussing what to do for a few minutes, they all started charging for the door and grievers.

Liliana fought for a while until she got to the door and started putting in the code when she got stung by a griever and screamed so loudly that everyone was covering their ears, and the grievers were shrieking in pain.

When she stopped screaming, all the grievers were gone, so she yelled for everyone to follow her. She put the rest of the code in and the metal door shut, and it was pitch black.

They saw a green light shine in their faces, and another door opened, but this time it led to a long hallway. They all looked around, then started following Liliana.

"Lily, where are we going?" Liliana looked at Newt and shrugged. "I don't know, but I have this feeling that we need to follow the hallway down this way." After a while, they got to a door that has a bright sign on top that says 'EXIT'.

They entered the room and saw that it was like a lab of some sort, and Liliana started getting visions.

Vision

"Liliana, sweetheart. I need you to follow me." Young Liliana looked up to her mother, or at least she thought she was her mother, and smiled, thinking she was finally going to play. "Okay, Mom, are we finally playing?"

Ava smiled lightly. "No, but we will soon just follow me, darling." Young Liliana followed her mother when they got into a room and saw an older male with a shot. "Mommy, I don't want a shot! Please don't make me get it!"

Young Liliana begged her mother, and all her mother did was nod her head to the scientist, and two other men came and grabbed young Liliana by the arms.

While young Liliana was screaming, crying, and begging her mom to stop, her mother did nothing but just watch. Young Liliana was set on the bed and tied down so she wouldn't move around too much.

She saw the man with the shot move it closer to her arm and started crying even more, then looked at her mom.

"Please, Mommy, don't do this! I don't want to die! I thought we were going to play!" Her mother looked at her and walked out of the room, leaving her weeping daughter in the room with three men.

When young Liliana felt the shot impale her arm, she screamed in pain, and everything went black.

End of Vision

Liliana gasped a little as she came back from her vision. Minho, Newt, and Thomas all looked at her with worried expressions.

Liliana looked up at them and said, "I'm fine. Sorry, I just thought I saw something." They all looked a little hesitant, but left it at that.

Liliana then saw this button on a screen-type thing and pressed it. Nothing happened for a moment, then she saw her mother on the screen. "Mother?" "Hello, my name is Dr. Ava Page. I'm the director of operations for the world catastrophe. Kill zone Department...

If you're watching this, that means you've successfully completed the maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you.

But circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now you all must be very confused, angry, and frightened. I can only assure you of everything that's happened to you.

Everything we've done to you. It was all done for a reason. You won't remember, but the sun has scorched our world.

Billions of lives were lost to fire, famine, and suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable, and what came after was worse.

We called it the flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable, and incurable. Or so we thought.

In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure.

But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed. Inside harsh environments where their brain could be actively studied.

All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different? You may not realize it, but you're very important.

Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun. As you'll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods.

Progress is slow, people are scared, and it may be too late for us. For me, but not for you. The outside world awaits, and Liliana, if you're watching this, I love you. And remember, wickedness is good."

Then Dr. Ava Page shot the gun that was pointed at her head. And Liliana lets out a cry.

"Mother!"Liliana then falls to the ground, and Newt holds her while she cries for the person that she considers a mother.

They then heard a noise, looked at the direction the noise came from, and saw Gally with a gun. "No." Thomas tries to approach Gally.

"Gally?" Newt put his hand up. "Don't. He's been stung." "We can't leave." Liliana sees that Gally's hand is shaking. "We did, Gally. We're out. We're free."

Gally tilts his head a bit, looking at Thomas. "Free? You think we're free out there? No, no, there's no escape from this place." Gally then raises the gun and points it at Thomas.

"Gally, listen to me. You're not thinking straight. You're not; know that we can help you. Just put down the gun."

"I belong to the maze." "Just put down the gun." "We all do." Gally then shot the gun, but Minho threw the wooden stick, and it hit Gally in the chest, and he let out a gasp and fell to the ground.

Liliana gasped a little, then looked at Thomas. "Thomas." Thomas then saw blood leaking out of Liliana's shirt.

Liliana started falling when Thomas caught her, and she let out a groan. When she landed on the ground, Thomas grabbed her face with one hand and the other, putting pressure on the wound.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Liliana, look at me; just hang on." Liliana grabbed Thomas's forearm. Liliana then gave him a little wooden bear.

"No, no, Liliana, you're going to give it to her yourself. Remember, I told you that." "Take it; I made it for you."

Newt and Minho then fell to the ground next to Thomas and Liliana. "Thank you, thank you. For being like an older brother."

Newt then said something. "No, Liliana, you-." Liliana then let out her last breath of air, and her chest stopped moving.

"Lily? Lily? Hey, hey, Lily, come on! No, wake up." Thomas started crying, and Newt covered his mouth. "No, we made it come on." Thomas started shaking her body.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Then the metal door opened, and light poured inside the lab. While Thomas kept sobbing over Liliana.

"Thomas." Minho said this while people in suits started running to get everyone out. Everything faded for Thomas. "GET UP, LILLY! COME ON!" Thomas screamed, shaking her body even more.

One of the men tried getting Thomas off of Liliana's dead body, but Thomas shoved him back and hugged Liliana's body.

Then two men grabbed both of Thomas's arms and dragged him out while Thomas was screaming for Liliana. As they got farther and farther away, Thomas was still screaming after Liliana.

When he was pulled outside, he looked around in shock to see it was all desert and started running with the guards to the helicopter. While also looking back to the lab.

Thomas got pushed into the helicopter and sat down while a guard shut the door to the helicopter. "You guys, alright? Don't worry, you're safe now."

For a few moments, they all stared at the man who asked them if they were okay, then looked outside of the helicopter to see the maze.

As they flew away, we went back to the lab and saw that Liliana was still on the ground when, all of a sudden, she let out a gasp.

{Hey guys, thank you for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed this book, and don't worry, I will be making the second part of the story in a while. I've been busy with school and life, but I hope you all have an amazing day or night!!!}