#Lit Fiber Market Lit Fiber Market

[me-amaraja]

[skelly-words]

sneaking into a witch’s garden to steal something and her vines fertilize you 😩😩 (this sentence is crazy bruh)

wait til she finds you in the morning and fucks you with her huge dick

NSFW, Minors DNI (18+ obv)

TAGS: non-con monsterfucking, vines/plants, aphrodisiac, ovi, all holes, futanari, this is so cursed lol, also a period piece ig

WC- 1.1k

You're hungry. The kind of starving that makes you ask the grocers at the market for vegetable scraps, lift bread loaves out of unattended baskets, and hop the ten-foot cobblestone wall into your neighbor's garden.

You feel like an idiot as soon as you make it into the witch's yard. Nobody ever got away with stealing from her, yet here you were, shivering in the frigid winter twilight, inching across her frosted lawn to the brightly lit greenhouse.

The heavy glass doors barely creak and you're almost sucked in by the humid air. The empty gurgle in your gut makes you press on through the rows of plants, looking for something edible or incredible to make off with.

You search the entire greenhouse before making the mistake of sniffing at her rose bushes. They smell sweet, much less harsh and organic than a normal rose. You sniff deeply into the blossom as it pushed against your nose.

Your mind is gone after that first inhale. The careful brambles shred your clothes, letting the rags fall to the dirt while they carefully wrap around your body. The rosebuds drip with a sweet syrup. It leaks into the seam of your mouth, making you lick out to taste it, to suckle the nectar from the buds until you're drowning in it.

You've been completely pulled into the rose bushes now, so tangled in the tenacious little plant that you couldn't get out if you wanted to. You drink down whatever the bud gives you, even as the sticky liquid makes you gasp and choke. More of the buds press to the corner of your mouth, smearing the substance across your jaw and neck, some drop lower, opening their petals to suckle on your swollen nipples. You haven't noticed how heavy your breasts have gotten. The tight binding of the vines had to adjust so the hungry rosebuds could suck on your fat tits.

Milk spurts out of you as the vines squish and squeeze at your heaving chest. You can hardly breathe. Something is in the syrup, making your mind numb and skin tingle as it smears on your sensitive body. Globs of sticky nectar drip onto your clit so it twitches and throbs as a greedy bud latches onto it. Your hips buck, bumping into a bundle of slender stamen that prod at your entrance. They move with your hips to work your pussy open. The tendrils twist their way into your tight hole and slowly expand. The sucker on your clit helps your muscles relax, but the demanding stretch is too much.

You groan loudly, parting your lips to pant as the fibers pry your cunt apart. The blossom at your lips forces its way deeper, sliding over your tongue, dripping down your throat, snaking its way so deep you can't taste the sweetness of the syrup its pumping into you.

Suddenly, the stretch isn't so bad anymore and you moan, sounding more like a gurgle around the obstruction. You can feel them exploring your insides. The stamen probe at your cervix, getting as deep as possible before turning you into a proper seed bed. It slowly starts to pump you full of spawn, feeding eggs into your cunt with thick spurts of the rose nectar. Your eyes roll back as the band in your belly tightens. It snaps as the effects of the drugged plant take over. Your pussy tingles, walls clenching, squishing the eggs and juice in as you cum. Pathetic dribbles leak down your thighs as the mess sprays out of you.

Streams of milk lead from your nipples, pooling beneath each breast. You're leaking too fast for the rosebuds to suckle up. Time seems to move slow, or fast. You don't really know, counting the eggs being shoved into you instead of the minutes. At least your tummy is full now. You've been well fed by the vine lodged in your throat.

The witch finds you in the morning when she comes to garden. You're so tucked away in the vines, she would've missed you if not for the sound. You're squishing and sloshing from being so stuffed full by her naughty flora.

"Looks like my rosehips like you, they've made you into a perfect seedbed. It's kinda kismet because I've been meaning to propagate them." She grabs your hips, wrenching you halfway out of the bush to look at what the plant has done to you. "The rosehips only care about breeding, so it's left your cute little ass all empty."

Her finger swirls through your drooling folds before dipping lower and sinking into your butt. You're so tight, already squirming around one little finger. She palms her cock with her other hand as she fucks you open on her fingers. Slick drips down from your cunt to help lube up your hole. You watch her black skirt start to lift as she gets harder. Her dripping tip starts to poke from the beneath the hem as she grows. Thick semen runs from the blunt head of her horsecock. She lets it land in your cunt, left gaping by the twenty six eggs the rose has planted in you.

The witch only puts two fingers in your ass before forcing her dick in. She grunts and huffs, grip on your hips only growing tighter with each stunted thrust. You're strung out on the aphrodisiac being fed down your throat. You've been drinking it all night long, more full than you've been in months. The fat cockhead catches on your rim each time she pulls back, you clench and twitch around her, squeezing the life out of her dick.

You take it all, sucking all thirteen inches into your puckering hole. She rolls her hips against yours, mesmerized by how your your cunt twitches and tightens as she fucks you. She's so big and pent up, so it doesn’t take long for her to release, cumming deep in your guts as her balls pump her sticky spunk into you.

You hardly control your body anymore, murmuring weakly as you squirt on the witch's dick. She keeps a punishing pace and you love it. The rough drag of her throbbing cock makes your muscles tense and squeeze. She tugs the bud away from your left tit, leaning down to suck on your abused nipple.

"Your milk's sweet. Taste it." She suckles from you again and spits it between your lips, already left open by the vine, but you can taste the milk as it hits your tongue. It's so good, you're almost jealous she gets to drink it. She mouths at your breast, giving kitten licks to the liquid beading on your cute brown nubs.

You’re making such a mess of cum on her stomach as she leans over you. The overstimulation is hard to register from how hazy your mind’s become. Your clit pulses from being sucked on all night, spasming again whenever she has you at the fullest. She has your ass so stuffed it makes your eyes cross and the stamen are trying to push another egg in you. Every orgasm wrecks you, cresting tears over your cheeks as she keeps her lips pressed around your chest to nurse from you.

Not many people are stupid enough to steal from the witch anymore, and her cock gets so painfully hard when she doesn’t have a slut like you to take care of it. She takes out all of her frustration on your poor virgin ass. You’re so ruined now, only able to cum and spread your legs more because that’s all the aphrodisiac allows you to think about.

you’ve lost count of how many eggs are in your sticky cunt, always being given more and more as you adjust. Your butt is stretched so much by her swollen length that she’s trained you to take her whenever she wants. Your rim easily swallows up her fingers, tongue, or dick, sometimes dildos, whatever she felt like watching you squirt on.

The witch’s cock keeps you plugged up every morning. It's the only routine you can seem to keep track of these days. Oh well, who knows why you came here in the first place anyway?

A/n- i wrote this in one sitting (it’s noticeable)

new tentacle au idea, thoughts?

[market-research-reports-fmi]

The Lit Fiber Market refers to the market for leased or lighted optical fiber connections used to transfer data and information. In telecommunications and networking, optical fiber is a media that enables for high-speed data transmission across vast distances utilizing light signals.

The global Lit fibre market is predicted to grow at a robust 16.7% CAGR between 2022 and 2032, reaching a market value of US$ 4.28 billion by 2022. By the end of 2032, the illuminated fiber market share is estimated to be worth around US$ 20 billion.

[arthurbristow]

Keep it close - Shigaraki x Reader

"Keep close," Shigaraki muttered, his crimson eyes scanning the bustling market around them. "I don't want to lose you in this crowd." His white hair fell messily over his face.

It was an unexpected outing, to say the least. The League of Villains rarely ventured out in daylight, especially to something as mundane as a game market. The two of you had left the hideout that afternoon, Shigaraki’s rare urge to indulge in some new video games coinciding with the League’s need for supplies. Dabi had been particularly insistent, his grumbling about running out of cigarettes becoming unbearable. So, with a list of groceries in hand, you accompanied Shigaraki to the market.

“Look at them, scrambling around for their mundane little pleasures,” he continued, hands twitching slightly as he spoke. “Pathetic.”

Navigating through the crowded streets, your eyes couldn’t help but notice the occasional glances and whispers directed your way. Shigaraki’s presence was hard to ignore, even if people didn’t recognize him. And you felt a wave of unease. The noise, the press of bodies, the constant motion—it was overwhelming. Your senses were on high alert, every fiber of your being screaming to find a point of stability. Shigaraki walked ahead, his posture tense but focused, clearly absorbed in his hunt for the perfect game.

The press of bodies around you intensified, and an accidental shove from an overenthusiastic passerby sent you stumbling. Without thinking, your hand shot out, grasping Shigaraki’s. The contact was immediate, grounding. Only a heartbeat later did you realize the full extent of your actions. His hand was bare — no protective gloves. A cold shiver ran down your spine. One wrong move, one slip of control, and you could be reduced to dust. Shigaraki’s Decay quirk was lethal, merciless. 

He stiffened, his head whipping around to look at you. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, but not entirely devoid of curiosity.

“I…” You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. “I just… needed to hold on to something.”

His laugh was a harsh bark, but there was no malice in it. “You’re insane.” Tomura didn’t pull his hand away though, didn’t dissolve you into nothingness. Instead, his grip tightened slightly, with his pinky raised up in the air to protect you from being decayed on the spot.

The two of you moved through the market like that, hand in hand. It felt strangely intimate, a connection that defied the perilous nature of his quirk. The crowd seemed less daunting with him by your side, your anxiety ebbing away with each step.

Shigaraki led you to a stall filled with the latest games. His eyes lit up as he browsed through the titles, a rare smile playing on his lips. It was a side of him you didn’t see often, this almost childlike excitement. You couldn’t help but smile too, caught up in his rare moment of happiness.

“Found it,” he said, holding up a game with a triumphant look. “This is the one.”

“Great,” you replied, your voice steadying. “Now, let’s get those groceries before Dabi sets the hideout on fire.”

Shigaraki chuckled, “Yeah.”

As you moved to the grocery section, the crowd thickened again. Instinctively, you tightened your grip on his hand. This time, he didn’t question it, at all.

You quickly gathered the items on your list, your movements efficient despite the mass of people. Cigarettes for Dabi, snacks for Toga, and various other necessities for the rest of the League. 

Through it all, Shigaraki stayed by your side, keeping his head lowered, reading the information written on the box of his new game, your hand still in his.

Holding Shigaraki's hand was a paradox of sensations. His skin, surprisingly warm, radiated a heat that contrasted sharply with the chilling fear of his lethal touch. The rough texture of his calloused palm told stories of countless battles and hardships. Yet, beneath the coarse exterior, there was a vulnerability — a silent plea for connection. The knowledge that a single slip could mean your end made the experience electrifying, heightening every sense. It was like holding a live wire: dangerous, exhilarating, and oddly comforting all at once. In that grip, there was a fragile trust, a delicate balance between life and decay, and an unspoken promise that for now, in this moment, you were safe.

Eventually, you managed to complete your shopping list. Dabi's cigarettes, snacks and manga for Toga, and even a few items for yourself. Shigaraki, meanwhile, had amassed a small pile of new games, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you reached the entrance, you reluctantly let go of his hand. 

He glanced at you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You apparently liked holding my hand, hmm?" Tomura cooed, his tone softer than you’d ever heard.

"Yeah…" You replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest and flush claiming your cheeks.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Just don’t make a habit of grabbing my hand. Next time, I might not be so careful."

[mt-oe]

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙈𝙚—ex bandmate mizu

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Hey dears!

Back with one of my favorite tropes! I high key feel bad for being away for so long and for being too shy to actually interact with anyone so I'll try to make up for it as much as I can.

Will you be the bad guy in this one? Not sure, that's for you to decide. I hope all of you will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa ;*

warning/s: not proofread, angst, cursing, violence (mdni!), toxic, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

note: I tried fixing some parts because I wrote this while I was drunk and I realized that some parts sucked. I'm sorry, dears!

The sound of cars whizzing past, horns beeping, and the endless conversations of people chatting on the street filled the night. The wind blew harshly, the cold biting at your flushed cheeks. Stars glimmering as bright as your narrowed eyes as you ran, footsteps heavy on the concrete.

Bright lights lit up the city, commercials everywhere of something stupid. Probably the next new hyped up skincare product that was overpriced and didn't work or the next new corny romance film they're trying to sell out. Celebrities' faces plastered on every building, some pretty, some borderline lewd, some dramatic.

God, you hated these fucking displays, always so obnoxious and overly marketed...

Especially her fucking face.

Mizu's stupid fucking face plastered all around the buildings, informing you of her concert in your home city as a way of ending her first oh-so-grand world tour. The new hit guitarist made by Abijah Fowler, the manager of the biggest fucking band in the world. A legend. Anyone he handled turns into a star by the first debut.

Oh, fuck you.

These displays were truly obnoxious, even more so with her stupid fucking face, her stupid hands holding her same old guitar, and her gorgeously blue eyes on display for every passerby to see. For you to see every time you went to work, went to get the groceries, went to...whatever.

Blue eyes reminding you of the times when you were her manager. Of when both of you were young and stupid, when playing in a band was just something you did to unwind and have something to do aside from rot. Reminding you of your promise to make her a star, that talent recognizes talent.

And indeed, she was talent.

She was the greatest fucking talent the world ever saw. Her hands played the guitar as if it was natural to her. As if whatever deity that created her wanted mankind to know what music actually sounded like. Like her hands were made for this. Like she was made for this.

Every time she went on stage, countless would scream for her, cheer for her, throw what ever expensive lingerie they had for her. It took months, maybe even a year, to be able to schedule an interview with her. Her fans would sell their soul for a chance to breathe the same air as her, yet alone be in the same room with her.

Which ever city she went, concert or no concert, paparazzi was waiting for her. Each stage she rocked, she made the floors shake with how hyped her audience got. Everyone who attended had post-concert syndrome. They were star struck. She exuded confidence. She was an icon. Not even the lead singer but she was the front man.

An eye catcher.

Talent personified.

A star.

Your fucking star.

And you hated this bitch with every fiber of your body, with every cell that passed and will pass through your veins, with every nerve, with everything you had. You made her a star, gave her to the best fucking manager known to man. For fuck's sake she even finished a world tour. And this is how she repays you?

Your hands pushed the crowds of people away, legs burning as you tried to run into the backstage. The sounds of people yelling at you, glaring at your figure as you cut through lines echoing across the waiting area.

Was this illegal? Probably.

Who cares?

You were getting this bitch even if you had to be dragged out by every armed force known to man.

Just as you were about to reach the doors, security immediately held you back. Bodyguards grabbing you as you thrashed around, trying to kick them off while pulling your arms away from them. "Let me go! Let me fucking see this bitch!" you screamed at them, nails digging into their skin as they held you back.

"Mizu you fucking bitch! I know you're there! Explain yourself!" you yelled, hissing in pain as security tried to drag you out, yelling at you to leave. Your hair out of the bun you put it in, seams at the corners of your shirt ripping slightly, legs scratched. Their hands leaving red marks on your skin, and yet you continued to try and fight them off, yelling obscenities as they held you down. "Fuck! Get off of me! You motherfucker! You ungrateful bitch!"

With a twist of your arm and an unexpected bite at their hands, you finally broke free from their grasps, only to be tackled to the ground as soon as you tried to sprint towards the door. The impact of your head on the ground making you extremely light-headed. Your vision growing blurry as the warm red liquid started dripping from your nose onto the concrete. You could feel them lifting your body; but just as you were about to drag your body out, you heard a voice. The same fucking voice you were searching for.

"Unhand her. Don't worry she's with me."

Upon her words, the guards looked at each other and security hesitantly let go of you, going back to their stations. With a groan, you sat up straight, blowing the blood out of your nostril before wiping the leftover crimson with the back of your hand as she approached you with an unreadable expression.

Just as you looked up, your breath got caught in your throat as your eyes met. Blue orbs meeting with yours. Those gorgeous blue eyes. Drowning you.

Slowly, you stood up, trying your best to balance yourself. Her eyebrows knitting at how beaten up you looked. But just as she was about to open her mouth...

SLAP

...her cheek was met with a harsh stinging pain, knocking her back slightly. Her chest rose up and down as she panted, trying to register what had just happened, hand slowly clutching her cheek.

Sharp blue eyes glared at you as soon as she composed herself. She watched as you shook the pain from your hand, glaring at her with such loathing. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she growled, grabbing you by the collar.

I asked you a question, I wanna know why Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?

"What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" you yelled at her, eyes narrowing further as you continued to glare at her, no longer caring if her hold on your collar was choking you. "Answer me, Mizu. Why'd you have to make a fucking song about me, you stupid jackass?"

Her eyes scanned your face, looking over every detail as her grip on your collar tightened. Even with a scratched up face and a bloody nose, you were still so beautiful to her. The most beautiful woman she has ever met.

"That's what you're here for? Hah..fuck...I'm with my own band. Stay out of my business," she said in low voice, pulling you closer, jaw clenching as if holding back some sort of unexplainable anger towards you as well. An exasperated yet angered expression washed over your face at her words.

"Stay out of your business?" you repeated before letting out an angry sarcastic laugh. "How can I when you fucking used my picture? Our picture? On a fucking diss album, for fuck's sake! Are you stupid?!" you yelled, hand gripping her hand around your collar tightly until your knuckles turned white, until your nails were digging into her skin.

That's right.

A whole fucking record about you. A whole motherfucking album dedicated to you. This is how this jackass repays you.

The track list started with innocent cute little love songs about how much she admired you, how much she fucking tried for you, how she constantly played her heart out just for you to realize how in love she was with you.

Then, it went on to heavier songs, talking about how you sold her. How you were a fucking traitor who threw her into the pit, making her feel as if you would be there for her no matter where the band's musical journey took off to only to leave her.

And you wouldn't have minded if it was just some kind of corny ass typical romance album with cheesy lyrics a little angst. Every band had that at some point. Maybe it wasn't even dedicated for you. You hoped it wasn't dedicated to you. However, the moment you saw the album cover, you could physically feel the color draining out of your face.

But it's alright 'Cause it was all in my mind To begin with (And you don't know why)

It was a picture of you and Mizu in the old studio. Your body turned to the side as you wrote something on your clipboard. Mizu was at the background tuning her guitar. Of course they had the decency to blur out your face, but you knew.

You fucking knew.

God, you loved this picture so much.

"Mizu...do you think we should add crushcrushcrush to our song list for the next gig," you asked, eyes trained on your clipboard. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought. Damn, this client was stingy. Only 3 songs? How were you going to fit a whole ass gig into three songs?

She looked up from her guitar before her eyes glanced at Akemi who was just beside you, giggling as she looked at her digital camera then back at her with a sly smile, showing the camera to her mischievously. Mizu immediately turned around in fear of her face being captured in the photo, fiddling with her guitar while she thought of an answer. "...Well if you want a Paramore song, I think Ignorance would be better," she said quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

"Although...I still think One Weak is better. Make Taigen sing or something," she suggested, plucking the strings of her guitar as she tuned it. A small 'I second that' could be heard from Akemi as she pointed the camera towards you. Your eyes widened in delight at the suggestion, immediately writing it down on your clipboard. "That's not a bad idea! Not bad at a—"

You were cut off by the loud click sound of a camera, followed by the bright lights of the camera flash. "Oops.." Akemi mumbled sheepishly as she watched you rub your eyes. Just as she was going to hide the camera in her bag, you waved your hand around before gesturing her to give it to you.

Mizu couldn't help but be curious, setting her guitar down to take a peek. "Woah..." you mumbled, grinning at the picture.

It was perfect.

The slight tint from how old the camera was gave it a vintage look. The way your skirt rode up slightly from how you crossed your legs gave it a slightly lewd feel. And along with your combat boots? It definitely had that edge. Y'know? Like that little irresistible charm that made you stare at album covers like Around the Fur.

Mhmm.. don't even deny it. We've all stared at that album cover before.

Even the way Mizu was standing at the background looked so badass. Her back turned from the camera, so sturdy and strong. She definitely had that natural mysterious vibe that drew everyone in.

Everything about this picture...made your heart race.

"Looks like an album cover," Mizu commented, sitting down next to you. A small blush appearing on her cheeks as her eyes traced your legs. The three of you nodded in agreement, each with your own smiles. "Hmm.. maybe if we make it big somehow. We could use this," Akemi suggested.

You nodded, smiling at the photo fondly. "Yeah, let's make it big together," you mumbled, eyes still staring at the picture. God, you loved this picture so much.

God, you hated this picture so much.

Keep the chaos 'cause you don't know why

"Oh don't be such a fucking narcissist. Just because we used a picture you loved so damn much, doesn't mean its for you," she growled, hairs on the back of her neck standing up from anger.

Slowly, her hands gripped your collar tighter, ignoring the pain your nails were inflicting on her, shoving you until your back collided with the cool metal of the trailer. Your body trapped between the vehicle and her body. The tension was so thick it was suffocating you.

You could feel the air being squeezed out from your throat as you continued to glare at her, not letting this go. "Then tell me, Mizu." A small cough escaping your throat as your breathing turned into wheezing. "Who...who is this stupid fucking album for?"

Her eyes narrowed at your question, continuing to stare at you intensely but gave no answer. Although the slight tremble and weakening of her grip told you that you definitely struck a nerve. The silence was unnerving and even with the lack of oxygen, it was pissing you off.

"Answer me, you bitch!" With the remaining energy you had, you lifted your leg before stomping it towards her, digging your foot onto her stomach.

Immediately, her hands let go of your collar as she reeled back, coughing and wheezing. Your hands rubbed at the area where the friction from your collar burned your skin, trying to soothe it as you tried your best to regain your breath.

It was a good try, but Mizu was strong. So strong and well-built. The body that used to keep you close, holding the umbrella for you, trying to hide the shiver in the cold so she could lend you her jacket, was now pinning you to the ground. Knees weighing down on your hands and her weight pushed on to you. You loved her. You hated her. You love her so much.

I heard your song but I wasn't impressed So, you got your feels hurt and now you're feeling depressed Just because we had sex and it didn't last? Now you want revenge, you wanna put me on blast?

"Give me one good reason to not kill you right now," she said in a low voice. Her long, rough, slender fingers wrapping around your neck, squeezing it lightly. You could feel the hesitance in her hold, the slight tremble of her hands and the almost invisible quivering of her lips, contrasting the harshness of her expression.

"You're such a fucking bitch," you coughed out, eyes narrowing as you tried to lift her weight off your body. "Tell me who that motherfucking album is for! Spit it the fuck out!"

Eyes narrowed further as she gritted her teeth, jaw clenching. Her hands squeezing against your throat further, other hand balling into a fist as she lifted it out. Anger emanated from her gaze, burning deeply as she looked at you. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then her soul must be either dead or burning with rage more than ever. And yours? Yours filled with a type of hatred that seemed to deep to be quenched.

No, don't look at her like that.

Fists raised and clenched tightly, mind violent and filled with rage. And yet, she could see no fear in you. Even with the threat of pain, you looked at her with no fear, as if you thought she could never hurt you. Even with the threat of pain, you felt no fear, as if you knew she could never hurt you. Mizu could never do that to you.

So please, don't look at her like that

Her breathing became heavier as she continued to glare at you, fist shaking until eventually letting go. She let out an exhale, eyes glossing over ever-so-slightly. 'What the hell am I doing?', she thought, throat tightening as a lump formed, making it hard for her to breathe. Your form under her, too beautiful, too lovely.

She couldn't do it. Not to you.

Slowly, she got off of your body, sitting on the spot next to you as the two of you looked up at the sky, except her eyes were on your figure. You took a deep breath before eventually looking at her, admiring her features. "You changed so much.." you mumbled, glare softening but still there. "Tell me. That album...was for me, wasn't it?"

A sigh escaped her lips before she gave a slow, hesitant nod. "Why?" you asked, sitting up slowly.

"Why'd you have to.."

"Because you're a fucking liar."

Your eyes widened before narrowing into the harsh glare it was before. "Liar? How am I a liar?" you almost yelled, voice a bit raspy.

Her eyes glared back at you, nails digging into her own skin of her palms. "You fucking sold my contract. To Fowler of all people!" she exclaimed. "Have you ever considered how I felt? Did you even think of me?"

"Of course I thought of you! If I didn't hand over your contract to Fowler, you wouldn't be where you fucking are!" you yelled back, turning to face her. "Look at you now! The biggest and fastest rising star! People are praising you like you're some sort of modern Kurt Cobain, Mizu! Can't you be fucking grateful?!"

Grateful?

Don't make me laugh

She stood up and grabbed you by the shoulders before pulling you up harshly, your sides almost colliding with the trailer yet again. Rage enveloping her being, radiating from her as she approached you, fingers digging into your shoulders. "You didn't think about me! Fuck, you didn't think about any of us at all!"

"How about Ringo? Taigen? Akemi? Where the fuck are they now after you disbanded us, left us all rotting, for Abijah's stupid fuckin' agenda?!" she almost croaked out, face getting closer to yours. Her jaw clenching as her hands trembled in both anger and the desire to be soft with you.

You couldn't believe what she was saying right now. You didn't even think of her? How could she say that after you gave her to the best, to make her dreams come true? Harshly, you pushed her off of you. Now it was your turn to grab her by the collar, pulling her to your height. "Abijah's 'stupid fucking agenda' is what got you where you are, Mizu,'' you growled. "Talent recognizes talent and Abijah is the most talented manager in the industry and he wanted you. The kingmaker wanted you."

A strange sense of disappointment towards you swirled into her eyes. It was stupid of her to think that if she met you again, things would go back to the way they were. An unexplainable retching in her gut welling up as she listened to you speak. Was this it? Was this why you sold her fucking contract?

"You wanted to be a star, he made you a star. I made you a—"

"I never fucking wanted to be a star!" she yelled, glare hardening. Confusion painted over your face, making the anger in your eyes falter. Her disappointment and dismay in full view as opposed to the anger she held earlier. "I don't understand, Mizu. Isn't this why you joined—"

"I fucking joined your stupid band to be with you, dumbass," she sighed, pulling your hands off of her collar. "It was never about making it big. I just...wanted to play and be with you."

Her hands held yours softly as she looked away. "You told me we'd stay together as a band. That we'd be together no matter if we made it big or not." The grip she had on your hands trembling slightly as it tightened. She took a deep breath to calm herself down before looking at you straight in the eyes. "But you're a fucking liar, aren't you?"

For the first time since you've heard of Mizu's concert in your home city, you were speechless. Thoughts empty as you tried to process her words. Hatred quelled deep in your heart. "Mizu.. I really don't understand," you replied, hands desperately trying to hold hers as she tried to pull away.

She looked down at you with a sigh. The heavy feeling weighing down both your chests. With one look at your eyes, she knew this was too difficult for both of you. And maybe, this was just how the world worked.

She loved you. She loves you. But she can't help but hate you too.

"Go. Get the fuck out of here," she said coldly, turning to head back, making you even more confused and even a bit more pissed off. An unexplainable anger gnawing at her insides, making her throat tighten. "I don't want to see you ever again."

Her feet made its way towards the backstage. Ringing echoing in her ears as you plead her to come back, to explain, to talk to you. She heard nothing because she knew nothing would get her feelings into your dense little brain. This was pointless.

Before opening the door to head into the backstage, she took one last look at you. Her eyes tracing your figure, admiring your features that she had grown to love so much. Even with your bruises, anger, and hatred, you really were the most beautiful woman she has ever seen.

Just as she was about to turn away, your hands traveled to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up to your waist, sticking your tongue out as if to mock her cowardice. A blush appeared on her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of your underwear.

'It's pink', she thought with a groan, glaring at you before storming inside and slamming the door behind her. Once she was inside, she hid her face behind her hands, breathing heavily. How fucked up did you have to be to tug at her heart at a time like this?

She really did hate you. You really did hate her.

The feeling was mutual.

[roarri]

Frozen Fire Chapter 18

The end of Part I is complete!!

The stink of death and a churning sea of carnage drenched the village of Ec’Nelis.

Dragurs roared below, while the skies teemed with a horde of phantasms. Thankfully for Danny, the horde was small this time, no doubt due to the immense mob of skeletal monsters lurching about the streets like a hemorrhaging wound. He winced as the phantasms tore at his cloak and yanked. Their frenzied cries rang loud and piercing like a siren.  He blitzed them with a charged beam of his power, then descended onto the streets, just past the Spire in the Market Circle. As he landed, a group of draugrs reeled from the three yeti they’d been engaged with to face him. One of the draugr’s jaw sagged, as if in a grin, its empty eye sockets glittering with green fire.

Like the promise of a storm riding the wind, it hissed his name. Not the name he went by, or any of the others he’d been given over the years. It was the name Written into the stones of a cave at the peak of Mount Cinomrah. The name he abhorred with every hellish fiber of his being.

And then they said, “Ourrrr kiiiiiinnng awaitssssss youuuuuu.”

His face contorted, eyes glowing bright, as he blasted the draugr with his power. The discharge of ecto-energy lit up the battlefield and the draugr exploded. “Nice try, bone bag,” he said, “but that won’t work this time.”

They’d taken him by surprise last time. It wouldn’t happen again.

The yeti—Ymira, Aksel, and Timberfrost—raised their swords in thanks, just as Timberfrost shouted, “All hail our Great One!”

Danny dipped his chin to them, before he launched back into the sky, whirled, and vaporized a swarm of draugrs that had two females and their howling cubs cornered. A pressure started to build in his chest as his core bristled, as that inner voice inside him whispered over and over and over again: Protect. Destroy. Kill.

Protect. Destroy. Kill. 

Danny thought nothing of decorum. His rage became fire as something primal in him reacted to the keening wails of the yeti—of his family. And that name. He could still hear it. It didn’t matter how loud the battlefield became; he could still hear it everywhere—that godsdamned name.

Protect. Destroy. Kill. 

The power in him thundered like a storm cloud. Waves of it churned, congregating in his clenched fists, and he fought it off with his teeth gritted. He used his ice power instead, blasting those monsters into pieces.

Protect. Destroy. Kill.

The battle of Ec’Nelis was nothing compared to the war that raged inside him. He fought it off with all his strength as he ripped draugrs apart, bone by bone, until their fire petered out and their bodies disintegrated into ectoplasmic waste.

He would bring the death, but he wouldn’t become it. He refused.

Something launched at him from behind, grappling at his cloak. He spun with his teeth bared, ectoplasma charged and roiling in his palm.

“Danny!” Dagfinnr cried.

The charge dissipated. Behind the cub he spotted a wild-eyed Finn. He grabbed them both by the scruffs of their necks and hauled them into the sky, just as the spiked end of a Morningstar whizzed past their heads. The cubs cried out as several crossbow bolts hurtled towards them. With a burst of energy, Danny turned them all intangible, and the bolts passed through them instead, though Finn still shrieked with his hands covering his eyes. He dropped the terrified cubs onto a truss of ice where two rooftops joined.

“Stay here,” he commanded. But then, as he surveyed them, realization curdled, and his insides went hollow. “Where’s Freyja?”

Dag and Finn shared a glance, their eyes wide and stricken with panic as they turned back to Danny, and Dag cried, “We got separated!”

“We—she—the draugr! It was after us! We thought . . .we thought she was right behind us!” said Finn, tears clumping the fur around his eyes. He wiped at his snotty nose and clutched at Danny’s cloak again. “We gotta find her!”

Deep seated rage boiled in Danny’s chest. The insidiousness of his power churned just below the surface of his control, waiting for him to give in; to unleash its might upon his enemies. The very air around him shimmered and the snow brightened as his aura flared.

Dag and Finn both stumbled away from him, their faces stricken.

“Where is she?” he demanded in a voice that did not sound like his own.

“W-we last saw her in the alley off the Market and Southbend,” Dag stammered.

“At the freezepop cart!” Finn added frantically.

Danny whirled midair. His hands clenched into fists that flickered with power as he scanned the streets. Bloodshed and destruction reigned, but the yeti fought valiantly, their war cries a deafening roar accentuated by the sharp clash of metal and ice and bone. Suddenly, a blur of white and the glint of twinned swords caught his attention. He squinted at the alley of Southbend where Tsuel and Frostbreath lived.

His core and the teeming well of power in him bristled with instinct. Protect. Protect them. Fight, destroy, kill. Annihilate. 

And when he spotted the draugrs his vision went white.

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Summary: In a world where humans are on the losing end of a war with ghosts, Sam Manson is about as cynical as they get. Living in an underground bunker in the ruins of Amity Park tends to have that effect on a person. When a mission to restart a fusion reactor goes haywire, Sam’s life is spared by the infamous ghost called Phantom, and then she inexplicably wakes up in a strange frozen world.

[sagemonsters]

@inkysqueed has a blind date with...

Atesh the Fire Elemental

Atesh is a tall, stern-looking humanoid with dark gray skin the color of soot. Craggy, antler-like protrusions curve backward from his skull, glowing as though their cores are full of embers… and perhaps they are! His eye sockets are filled with fire, and the strands of his long hair (which he typically keeps in a waist-length single braid) are equally fiery and fierce. His body temperature is quite hot, and he most often wears a leather workman’s apron over plain, durable clothes.

Atesh has forsaken his family’s typical profession (some kind of smithing such as silversmithing, goldsmithing, or blacksmithing) and has dedicated himself to mastering the art of glassblowing. The shelves of his workshop are full of intricate, beautiful glass sculptures, some small enough to fit in the palm of a child’s hand and others too large to be carried in the arms of an adult. He is devoted to his craft (he is autistic) and can talk for hours about the history of glassblowing techniques in Egypt, Venice, and the modern world, but respects other art forms as well. He takes your fics just as seriously as he does his own creative pursuits, and is always happy to listen to you talk about your writing.

Atesh’s love language is gift-giving, and he will often surprise you with small sculptures. Some are abstract conversation pieces you can put on your desk or nightstand, while others are sculptures of your favorite Pokémon. He is always touched if/when you give him something in return, and never throws any of your gifts away.

Atesh is ordinarily a very grave person and takes everything seriously, but your jokes and silliness can make him smile like nothing else. He loves your sense of humor and comes to you whenever he needs cheering up after a particularly difficult day in the workshop or from dealing with social events full of people he doesn’t know (generally artist exhibitions and craft fairs).

Atesh completely understands your struggles with familial acceptance and authenticity. As an autistic fire elemental, he often feels like his allistic parents and siblings don’t really understand him or his passion, so he has to censor himself around them to avoid ridicule. Atesh wants to create an environment where you can be 100% yourself around him and his friends without fearing an emotional reprisal.

Part of what you loved about going to the fair was seeing everything that people made to sell in the little market section. Sure, the sheepdog trials were fun, and fair food was always delicious, but it was really seeing all of the crocheted and knitted things that fiber artists had made, as well as the jams, jellies, and other preserves, and the soaps and lotions from local makers, and the creations of the jewelry-makers, as well as the artwork of the painters, sculptors, furniture-makers, and woodcarvers… When you got right down to it, a lot of the joy of the fair’s market came from seeing the variety of things that people had made, and the obvious joy and pride that the creators took in their creations.

You didn’t have any spare cash this time around, so you were just browsing the stalls and giving compliments whenever a vendor seemed to be running low on patronage. As you wandered, you found yourself making your way toward a tall, square tent-booth with a dark canvas exterior that had been lit from within by what seemed like a thousand twinkling, color-shifting fairy lights that had been taped to the interior walls. At the entrance, your eyes widened: the inside of the tent was lined with shelves full of glass sculptures, all of them catching and reflecting the multicolored light in a dazzling display. There was a sign next to the cash register that read: YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT.

“Anything catch your eye?” a deep voice asked, and you startled a bit. A fire elemental with appropriately fiery hair and eyes poked his head out from around one of the shelves.

“Just looking!” you said with a smile. Your eyes wandered over the glass confections that crowded the shelves of the tent. They really were beautiful, and most were abstract; here was a textured plane whose whorls and divots seemed to suggest a face, and there was a spiny concoction that seemed reminiscent of either a sea urchin or a star…

“I think I have something for you,” the fire elemental said, and plucked something off one of the shelves. He approached. Up close, he towered over you, and his broad shoulders strained against the seams of his shirt. It took an effort of will for you to pull your eyes down to the two glass earrings he held in the palm of one hand.

The earrings reminded you of arched cathedral windows, with tiny silver frames filled by deep blue glass that swung on pivot rings from their hooks to catch and reflect the light.

“These are lovely,” you said with an apologetic smile, “but I can’t afford them.”

“They are a gift,” the fire elemental said, without a single note of irony in his voice that suggested he was playing a joke on you. 

Your brows knit with concern. “Are you sure?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” the elemental assured you. “If you’re not really an earrings person, I also have a pendant…” He half-turned back to the shelves of his shop, clearly getting ready to start searching through his inventory.

“Why are you giving this to me?” you asked. “I’m not important or anything.”

The elemental turned back around and frowned gently at you. “Well, that’s not true,” he scolded. “Everyone is important. And I’m offering you a gift because…” He sighed. “Because it’s very difficult for me to talk to people I find attractive, and I think you have extraordinarily kind eyes. I like that in a person, so… please accept the earrings—or a pendant.”

You felt your cheeks heating with a blush at the compliment. “Thank you,” you said, and told him your name.

“I’m Atesh, by the way,” the fire elemental said. “I hope we can stay in touch, if you’re open to that.”

“I’d love that!” you said, and quickly got your phone out of your pocket to add Atesh into your contacts.

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[wrestlingcheese]

12/06 Black Market

The next room along from the firing range; the ceiling here is unusually low, forcing anyone over about 5ft to crouch, and the lighting is dim. The floor is metal, and buzzes slightly when trod upon - android characters will immediately detect that the floor is wired to give off a lethal shock if the owner so desires.

One corner of the room is cut off by a metal counter, behind which a thick-set man sits. The counter is armoured, and twin pairs of combat shotgun muzzles poke out of the front indiscreetly. The man is Big Sal, a black-marketeer who runs the shop here.

Only his torso, head and one arm remain, the rest of his body replaced with cybernetics; his legs are gone, replaced by a floating wheelchair, and his right arm is simply a bundle of wires snaking into the console of his desk. Big Sal is jovial and relatively easy-going, though he charges by his own admission “double rate for ‘true believers’ and triple for gangsters”.

If he can be convinced that the party are neither, he will reveal his suspicions about the colony; Big Sal has caught the Posthumans on camera, and knows they are behind much of the colony’s troubles. In his current predicament however, he is safer here than anywhere else.

The doorway to the main concourse is lower still, seemingly stuck half-open and requiring crouching down to one’s knees to get under. The room is lit by hundreds of fiber-optic strings, which glow dimly, giving the impression of wading through the trailing hairs of some bright beast above.

Big Sal sells a plethora of actual weapons, as well as drones, AI companions, high-quality stimpaks and medical supplies, and vehicle parts. Additionally, he will buy back goods for half their listed price, and will buy esoteric goods for much more. Doing jobs for Sal will grant players access to his esoteric weapon collection, and put them in the good books of Sal’s only true friend down here, Ms Alevin.

Additionally, Big Sal is accompanied by his two pets, a pair of Moths the size of cats, named Crystal and Pepper. They’re harmless, but a little unsettling.

[aquamechanic1]

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Why invest in swimming pool lighting installation?

Adding lighting inside and around your swimming pool gives you different advantages:

Your pool is always available and ready to use since it has sufficient lighting to enable you to swim even after sunset.

Through ensuring pool edges, steps, and shallow zones are clearly seen, proper lighting minimizes the likelihood of accidents. It is most important for families having older members or kids.

Correct placement of lighting can reflect attention to landscaping, water features, and architectural features, leading to an aesthetically appealing set.

The look of your home and its marketability can both be improved with a stunningly lit swimming pool area.

Selecting the suitable and proper lighting for your pool includes various factors:

You have to choose the size of your pool, desired lighting effects, and budget when making your selection.

LED lights: LED lights are a finest choice for energy-efficient and long-durable. They use less power and have a longer lifespan than other light sources.

Solar-powered lights: These Solar-powered lights are the environmentally friendly products that assist in lowering electricity bills. But the brightness of the lights can differ according to the sunlight exposure.

Fiber optic lights: Fiber optic lights are perfect for creating the star effect in the pool; fiber optic lights are safe and secure and require low maintenance.

Halogen lights: Although they emit excellent lighting, halogen lights use more power and do not last as long.

Tips for installing the best lighting:

In order to use the pool lighting effectively, it needs to be set up properly to begin with:

When you employ a licensed electrician, the first thing to make sure about a lighting system is that it is installed correctly.

Consider functional placement of lights. Not only is this safer, but it can help design the pool too.

With the use of timers and dimmers you can control the schedule and brightness of lighting to save on power and set the right tone.

You should routinely clean and inspect the lighting fixtures for maximum performance and lifespan.

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[jooniperbonsai]

Not to be that fic writer that comes out of the mist to go “sorry I haven’t updated” and then has the most unhinged and insane stories but to add context as to why there haven’t been updates, these are the things on my plate over the last 9 months. I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation but I like to give updates:

-my neighbors have begun hyper surveillance of my family in attempts to put any of us in jail. This has escalated to them having a camera on their house that peers into my bedroom window and that is evidently legal in my state. They try to incite violence and use intimidation tactics to control us.

-other personal family matters have taken priority, and that sometimes is me helping my disabled sister bring laundry upstairs or help support her during time when the political hellscape leaves so little for people impacted by their disabilities.

-I won a poetry contest through my local library! it’s been so hard to get out there again but I did it?

- I got into making freebies for Hobi’s concert and then it took a nosedive into taking up all my energy including 40 people on Facebook messaging me to get freebies mailed to them.

-my fucking job roped me into performing more duties that are massively beyond the scope of my job including edit a whole fucking art book and teaching artists how to write their bios and statements without extra pay. We also went down to a staff of 3 and were doing all our jobs, another person’s job, and of course my boss’s job. If I’m not at work, I’m probably bed rotting. I fight with entitled people who belittle my role and purpose all day long and then I play cats n soup in my bed with my cat 😊

-this means I have to keep applying for jobs or doing stuff like tutoring for extra pay because I gotta fund two days in Tampa for Jin this summer

-I had art in an exhibition! and I have tried to find local community to make art with! My hyperfixations float to new mediums like I made paper from grass but I’m also book binding and doing mixed media fiber works and other mixed media sculptures

-the lit mag I help with is having an event in nyc at the end of this month so I have been helping plan and making plans for my trip

-umm so idk if I shared before but I have chronic and debilitating migraines. Over the last few months I stopped responding to medication so I’m heading to a neuro in July but obviously a migraine means reduced screen time for me so less writing

-I scrapped what I wrote for chapter seven of thanks for the sub and am starting fresh. I’m slowly working away at penalty shot and finishing it

Unfortunately I didn’t leave social media and go into the woods to live off the land. Even in my minimizing of my phone usage, I still have to live online since my job is social media marketing primarily.

I miss writing and updating so much. I felt such a spark this last week and have been rereading old chapters and chipping at drafts! My characters keep yelling at me to write their little scenarios down but I’m EXHAUSTED.

Once I have something sufficient to even do a mini chapter of, I will surely do it.

Hope you’re navigating the hellscape okay. My inbox has been flooded with spam messages lately so I turned off anonymous messages but if you want to talk, I won’t post publicly unless you want me to 😊.

Please take care. I hope you are all creating and leaning into what you love right now. I am slightly terrified for June because I am not prepared for the rest of BTS to be let loose into the world like please stop making me spend money I don’t have the fucking funds for (looking at you too seventeen). I’ll get through this hump of constant busy bullshit soon I hope.

Until then, stay tuned.

-h

[hotcupofmucha]

I want to talk about my most anticipated things for 2025, but I don’t want to blow up my other socials. Tumblr it is!

*In terms of books, I’m especially excited to read Junji Ito’s new books Alley, as well as other horror mangas. I would love to also do a re-read of Nana, and read some more manhwa to get used to the genre so I can market it.

*I have some conferences coming up that I have to read for, but I’m looking forward to reading some books I bought this year. I would also like to catch up on general YA lit because I feel like my recs are getting a little dated.

*In terms of podcasts, I would like to catch up on my favorites as well as maybe revisit or try some new shows.

*In terms of TV, I need to watch The Empress, full stop, for my upcoming Austria trip for historical context. I also want to get back into documentaries and watch some more popular anime (and definitely finish Delicious in Dungeon)!

*In terms of craft projects, I would like to definitely start puzzling again. I would also like to explore some other art mediums - maybe more 3D paper art, clay, fiber art, painting or graphic design. I want to enjoy doing art again instead of seeing it as a chore and use it as an outlet. I am planning to make Ashley a birthday card and I’m thinking of making a tunnel book-like card with intricate layers (not sure of a theme yet) and I obviously want to make something for her for our wedding.

I may be being overly ambitious but I’m hopeful!

[life-around-me-yura15cbx]

Agave americana, commonly known as the century plant, maguey, or American aloe, Агава американская.

It is native to Mexico and the United States, specifically Texas.

Family:Asparagaceae

Subfamily:Agavoideae

Genus:Agave

The common name "century plant" stems from its semelparous nature of flowering only once at the end of its long life. After flowering, the plant dies but produces adventitious shoots from the base, allowing its growth to continue. Although it is called the century plant, it typically lives only 10 to 30 years. Towards the end of its life, the plant produces a tall, branched stalk adorned with yellow blossoms, which can reach a height of 8–9 m.

Терпит сильную засуху, ветер, соль, высокие температуры, плохую почву и низкое плодородие, восстанавливается после повреждений и не выпасается скотом, долговечен и не имеет известных паразитов. Он выше других растений в среде обитания. Новые дочерние растения образуются через короткие корневища, а сочные листья прорастают из фрагментов.

agave: From the Greek aganos ‘noble’, referring to its stately form when in flower

If the flower stem is cut before flowering, a sweet liquid known as aguamiel (“lit. 'honey water') can be collected from the plant's hollowed heart. This liquid can be fermented to produce the alcoholic drink called pulque or octli used in pre-Columbian Mexico. In the tequila-producing regions of Mexico, agaves are known as mezcales, A. americana is among the several Agave species used for this purpose.

Agave nectar is marketed as a natural sweeteners with a low glycemic index. The leaves of A. americana yield fibers called pita, which are suitable for making ropes, nets, bags, sacks, matting, and coarse cloth. They are also used for leather embroidery in a technique known as piteado.

It is used in traditional medicine to treat various ailments, and as a laxative, diuretic, and diaphoretic, in constipation, acidity, boils, pimples, and cancer. It is antiinflammatory and cytotoxic. Agave americana L. reduced carrageenan-induced rat paw edema.

Ещё одна самая высокая трава, после другого спаржевого: Furcraea foetida

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наземные растения травы спаржевые высокие

[omshinde5145]

Dark Fiber Market Share, Key Market Players, Trends & Forecast, 2024–2030

The Dark Fiber Market was valued at USD 6.4 billion in 2023 and will surpass USD 12.5 billion by 2030; growing at a CAGR of 10.0% during 2024 - 2030. the importance of robust, high-speed, and reliable communication networks cannot be overstated. While much attention has been focused on innovations like 5G, satellite internet, and cloud computing, one critical component operates largely in the shadows: dark fiber. This article delves into the dark fiber market, exploring its significance, growth drivers, and future potential.

Dark fiber refers to unused or unlit optical fibers that have been laid down but are not currently in use by any service provider. These fibers, also known as unlit fiber, are often laid during the construction of telecom networks but remain dormant until they are needed. The term "dark" refers to the fact that no light pulses are being sent through the fibers, as they are not yet connected to any transmission equipment.

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The Growth of the Dark Fiber Market

The dark fiber market has witnessed significant growth in recent years, driven by several factors:

Data Explosion: The exponential growth in data traffic, fueled by the proliferation of IoT devices, cloud computing, and video streaming services, has created an insatiable demand for bandwidth. Service providers are increasingly turning to dark fiber to meet this demand, as it allows them to quickly and cost-effectively expand their network capacity.

5G Rollout: The deployment of 5G networks is a key driver of dark fiber demand. 5G requires a dense network of small cells, each of which needs to be connected by high-speed fiber-optic cables. Dark fiber provides the necessary infrastructure to support these connections, making it a critical component of 5G networks.

Enterprise Demand: Large enterprises, particularly those in data-intensive industries such as finance, healthcare, and technology, are increasingly opting for dark fiber to secure dedicated, private networks. This approach offers greater control over network performance, security, and scalability, making it an attractive option for businesses with high data demands.

Cost-Effectiveness: Leasing dark fiber can be more cost-effective in the long run compared to leasing lit fiber services. By using dark fiber, companies can light and manage the fiber themselves, offering flexibility and potentially reducing costs as their data needs grow.

Government and Infrastructure Projects: Governments around the world are investing in digital infrastructure to boost economic growth and ensure future connectivity. These initiatives often include the deployment of dark fiber to provide a scalable foundation for future communication networks.

Market Segmentation

The dark fiber market can be segmented based on various criteria, including:

Fiber Type: Single-mode vs. multi-mode fibers.

Network Type: Metro vs. long-haul networks.

Application: Telecom, BFSI (Banking, Financial Services, and Insurance), healthcare, IT, and others.

Geography: North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, and other regions.

North America currently dominates the dark fiber market, driven by the high demand for advanced communication infrastructure and the presence of major technology companies. However, Asia-Pacific is expected to witness the highest growth rate in the coming years, fueled by rapid urbanization and increasing investments in 5G and smart city projects.

Challenges in the Dark Fiber Market

Despite its growth potential, the dark fiber market faces several challenges:

High Initial Costs: The cost of deploying dark fiber can be substantial, especially for long-haul networks. This can be a barrier for smaller companies or those with limited budgets.

Maintenance and Management: While dark fiber offers flexibility, it also requires companies to manage and maintain the network themselves, which can be resource-intensive.

Regulatory Hurdles: In some regions, regulatory challenges can slow down the deployment of dark fiber networks. Navigating these hurdles requires careful planning and a thorough understanding of local regulations.

Competition from Lit Fiber Providers: Some companies may prefer to lease lit fiber services from traditional telecom providers, which can offer easier management and bundled services. This competition can impact the growth of the dark fiber market.

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The Future of Dark Fiber

The future of the dark fiber market looks promising, with several trends expected to drive its growth:

Edge Computing: The rise of edge computing, which brings data processing closer to the source of data, will increase the demand for dark fiber. As more data is processed at the edge, the need for high-capacity, low-latency networks will grow, making dark fiber an attractive option.

Smart Cities: The development of smart cities, which rely on interconnected devices and systems to improve urban living, will require extensive fiber networks. Dark fiber will play a key role in supporting the infrastructure needed for smart city initiatives.

Global Connectivity: As the world becomes increasingly interconnected, the demand for international and intercontinental fiber-optic networks will rise. Dark fiber will be essential in enabling these global connections, supporting everything from international business operations to global internet traffic.

Conclusion

The dark fiber market is a silent powerhouse in the world of modern connectivity, providing the backbone for many of the technologies and services we rely on today. As data demands continue to soar and new technologies emerge, the importance of dark fiber will only grow. Companies and governments alike are recognizing the strategic value of dark fiber, and its market is poised for significant expansion in the years to come. Whether you're an investor, a telecom provider, or an enterprise with high data needs, dark fiber represents a key opportunity in the evolving landscape of global connectivity.

[harshtechsworld]

Dark Fiber Market Size and Share Dynamics: An In-depth Look 2024-2032

Dark Fiber Market Outlook, 2032 The Dark Fiber Market has seen remarkable expansion due to the growing need for enhanced bandwidth and reliable communication channels. Initially, dark fibers were installed during the telecom boom of the late 1990s and early 2000s, often lying dormant as surplus capacity. Today, these fibers are being lit up to meet the soaring demand for data transmission in…

[xasha777]

In the bustling neon-lit streets of Neo-Beijing, amidst the harmonious blend of ancient architecture and cybernetic enhancements, stood Major Anika Singh of the British Indian Army, a sight to behold. Her short, silver hair contrasted sharply with the traditional qipao she wore, a fusion of her Indian heritage and the local culture—a symbol of unity in a world fractured by past conflicts.

Anika was not just any officer; she was a liaison to the International Cyber Defense Coalition, and today marked the 50th anniversary of the Great Truce. The streets were alive with celebrations, holographic dragons danced alongside human performers, and the air was thick with the scent of street food and the hum of quantum-powered lanterns.

But Anika's jubilant exterior masked a covert operation. Beneath her skin lay intricate nanocircuits, a network of intelligence far beyond standard-issue cyberware. She was on the trail of the Phantom Signal, an elusive frequency that held the key to an ancient weapon, hidden since the days before the Truce. Whispers in the dark corners of the net suggested it was hidden within the city, and she knew it could not fall into the wrong hands.

Her cybernetic eye, a relic from a bygone war, flickered with streams of data as she roamed the markets. To onlookers, she was just another reveler, her thumbs-up a sign of peace and goodwill. But Anika's senses were attuned to every fluctuation in the crowd, every whisper of data that flowed invisible to the human eye.

As the sun set and the neon lights flared to life, Anika's enhanced ear picked up the distinct pattern of the Phantom Signal. It was emanating from an old tea house, veiled behind a facade of holographic advertisements. She entered, her presence causing the patrons to momentarily pause and admire the foreign military elegance she embodied.

The source was a small, ancient radio, inconspicuous to the untrained eye. But Anika knew better. She approached the device, her hand hovering above it, hesitating. The British Indian Army had trained her for combat and strategy, not the delicacies of ancient tech.

A sudden blare of the radio broke her hesitation, and Anika's world spun. A flood of information rushed through her, ancient codes unlocking, sequences aligning. She saw it—the weapon—a marvel of pre-cybernetic engineering, capable of disrupting the delicate balance of power.

Anika faced a choice: claim the weapon for the Coalition, or destroy the knowledge to preserve the peace. With the weight of history pressing upon her, she chose the latter. With a press of her palm, the circuits within her body surged, and the radio—along with the Phantom Signal—was no more.

Outside, the celebrations continued, oblivious to the crisis averted. Anika stepped back into the crowd, her duty fulfilled. In this new era, peace was not an artifact to be unearthed but a future to be built, a truth that Anika Singh, a warrior draped in the fabric of harmony, would defend with every fiber of her being.