#RV Security Systems

[shareyourideas]

Top 5 Unique Add-Ons for RV Enthusiasts

[satoshy12]

Plant Boy Danny

As Danny gets plant powers and was seen by his parents. Jack and Maddie had the only a normal reaction! They kidnapped Poison Ivy to teach their son!

And as they broke Arkham, Being the nice and law-binding citizen they are, they fixed and upgraded Arkham to a the very top.

The guards and therapists of Arkham had no idea what to say. But hey! Arkham is now even more secure than Fort Knox. So after 2 months of no criminal being able to escape, the Guards and Staff just covered it up that the Fenton's Kidnapped Ivy from Batman. With the support of the city.

Ivy had no idea what just happened.

One moment she was in Arkham, and next she was in an RV. Being taken from one city in the country to a new city many 1000 KM away.

Well, she knew why she was here as she saw the young Plant boy, who was playing with his new powers. Danny's skin was green, with pointy elf ears and standing on Tendrils that were all around the House and block.

After a time living with the Fentons, Ivy asked the question she had in her mind.

Ivy: "You could have just asked me to teach Danny." Maddie:" A mother has to make sure. If you said no, " Jack;" Yeah. This way, it's easier."

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Gotham

It's been two months since Ivy was kidnapped.

Gotham was never that peaceful for so long.

Bruce had no idea what was happening. Where are his villains, and what plan do they have?

Gordon covered it up; he liked the new security system in Arkham. No criminal was able to even escape their cells.

Well, the villain hates it! Being struck in a tiny cell like animals! They want to escape! But no one really cares for it.

[smileysuh]

the alpha's right hand - TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Mingyu had thought he’d lost you - if even for a moment - and he’s not willing to lose you ever again. He doesn’t want you running into the woods anymore when you’re having emotions, he wants you running to him, and he kisses you as if to say ‘please, never leave.’ He had always thought Seungcheol would be his alpha, but you’d shown up and flipped his world upside down. Mingyu doesn’t care about appeasing his friend anymore- all he cares about is appeasing you- pleasuring you, giving you everything you could ever possibly want, everything you could ever need.

tw/cw. a/b/o au & power structures, mentions of a bad pack past, one mention of child death, blood/childbirth, exhibitionism/outside sex, clothed dry humping, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job, big dick!Mingyu, pussy stretching, unprotected sex, pullout method, groping, overstimulation, praise, dirty talk, needy!Mingyu, hair pulling, orgasm control, small noncon/impreg thoughts, etc… I pet names: (hers) alpha. (his) Big guy, puppy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 14.4k

🍭 aus. a/b/o au, werewolf au, alpha!reader, beta!Mingyu, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. this fic is in the Blood Moon universe, if I end up writing another fic for this au, it will get a masterlist, but until then read cheol here

His pace quickens as he reaches the tree line. It’s harder to track you with the forest smells, but Mingyu does his best, stopping at a few points to take deep breaths. You have a note of citrus in your scent, and Mingyu’s come to enjoy the taste of it on his tongue.

But then, the smell stops, and Mingyu finds himself at the foot of a tree. For the life of him, he can’t figure out which way you’ve gone, and he cusses loudly, kicking the pine.

“What the fuck?” 

Your groggy voice causes Mingyu’s head to snap up, and he peers through the branches- locking eyes with you.

“Alpha?” he calls.

“Mingyu?”

He watches you rub your eyes, sitting up on the branch you must have been laying on. “What are you doing up there?” he asks, relief flooding his system.

“Trying to get a decent sleep until someone kicked my bed- why are you out here attacking trees?” you retort. 

“I thought I’d lost your scent-” he tries to explain, which causes you to laugh.

“You were looking for me?” you ask, beginning to climb down.

“Well.. yeah. You weren’t in the RV.”

“Couldn’t spend a night with those girls,” you respond, jumping the last meter and landing on your feet in front of him. “They gossip too much.”

“Really?” Mingyu cocks his head as he looks at you. “Gossiping about what?”

“First kisses, boys, that sort of thing.” You won’t meet his gaze, and Mingyu realizes immediately what you’re talking about.

“Oh,” he says softly.

“Yeah, oh.” You tug your flannel tighter around your body and Mingyu wants to take you in his arms-

“Wait… alpha, are you jealous?”

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[tvmblrsillyman]

Hi yall I'm a survivor of childhood sex trafficking from ages7 -16. I have chronic pain and a compromised immune system, I am in the streets fighting homelessness, humiliation. I am heartbroken going through very dark times, making daily life a struggle. Help me secure a safe and stable life. Now I'm looking for my own RV I try to raise $3800 but anything is appreciated🙏🙏

searching up your url is completely filled with people calling you a scammer, your photo is stole from some person in twitter,

(tweet source)

your blog is barren with posts only coming up about less than a month ago

despite your post tags, your fundraiser goes to a paypal

[saphiraarts]

Chapter 6: The Secret Spreads and the Invasion of the Ghost Warden

Amity Park had become a center of paranormal activity because of the Fenton family and Vlad Masters with both of their portals. Regardless of the safety measures ghosts could find a way to bypass security systems. Especially if they were powerful enough to resist the materials utilized and break the locks. This time however both portals were locked in and sealed but there were hundreds of ghosts covering the night sky. Danny checked Vlad’s portal knowing the path in the Ghost Zone like the back of his hand but the gate was sealed shut. He flew back home and called Sam and Tucker.

“Are you guys seeing this?!” Danny called.

“Yeah I think everyone is in town,” Tucker said.

“And beyond forums are going haywire,” Sam said as she scrolled through freshing to read new comments. “I don’t think people can deny ghosts anymore. I am up in the attic to avoid my parents. They been on a new rampage. Probably will sleep up here.”

“Let me guess blaming my family?” Danny asked.

“Nailed it like my coffin,” Sam said. “Which will be my bed.”

“I don’t get how you can sleep in that. I need my bed and the music I downloaded,” Tucker chimed in.

“You mean noise?” Sam teased.

“You liked Talking Horse!” Tucker called.

“Rap is barely music,” Sam said. “Metal though? Top tier.”

“Danny help a brother out here,” Tucker said.

“I am a lost cause my music tastes are tainted by my parents from every decade they've been alive,” Danny chuckled.

“So from the renaissance?” Tucker laughed at his joke.

“Yeah you are too far gone,” Sam joked. “Too much Beach Boys and Dolly Parton.”

There was a knock on Danny’s door and he looked up from the video call, “Who is it!?”

Jazz cracked open the door, “I am turning on the ghost shield. Just wanted to let you know.” Jazz said. “Mom and dad won’t be home tonight. She said they will be out camping in the RV while on the hunt.”

“Ah okay,” Danny said.

“How does waffles sound for breakfast tomorrow?” Jazz asked him.

“Sounds good, can I get back to my friends now?” Danny asked.

Jazz nodded, giving him a smile, “Don’t be up too late.” She shut the door slowly to try to not cause an audio disturbance.

“Thanks mom,” Danny called to her.

“Can I sneak to your house for breakfast? I want to avoid my parents,” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Danny said and he heard a whirring sound and he saw the green shield wash over their house.

Jazz sighed as she walked back to her room and she pulled out a recipe book she had flipping through it. “I’ll try this recipe tomorrow,” She said.

Jazz’s room was a mix of psychology books and cookbooks with some fictional novels and a lot of reference texts and biographies. She bookmarked it and went over to her notebook and pulled it out showing her research on ghosts. She had several books about ghosts now from various authors although one she noticed seemed the most accurate.

“These ghosts look like prison guards. But the eras are a bit all over the place. A distinct military look though and all uniform in appearance.” She noted as she wrote it down. “But why are they here?” She looked at the Fenton Peeler and she set her notebook down and put the ghost weapon in her backpack. “Don’t worry bro I will keep you safe.”

It was over breakfast when they were watching the footage of last night and Danny could see the prison uniforms that it dawned on him. He rushed to the phone grabbing it from its dock and rushed upstairs.

“Danny, your waffles and mini breakfast casserole!” Jazz called when he vanished.

Danny called Vlad’s personal phone and he paced in the hallway and when Vlad picked up he said, “VladIneedhelpghostshavecomefromtheghostzoneafterme!” He spoke so rapidly it was barely coherent.

“Daniel calm down,” Vlad started, which he knew it wasn’t a good way to start things off.

“How can I be calm?! I am in the middle of a ghost invasion targeting me! Anyone I know could be possessed!” Danny called.

Vlad drew in a breath, “Think Daniel. That is why I say that. Remember the camping trip your mother hunted me?” He asked.

“I still don’t know why you bought a haunted property!” Danny called.

“It is cheaper,” Vlad responded simply.

“Why are you being frugal? You have like all the money?!” Danny shot back.

“It is a good thing to possess even with all this wealth,” Vlad said. “But remember the belts?”

“But that’s no fun. How could I forget it almost killed me before I changed back,” Danny shuddered at the memory.

“I am sorry to bring that up but use them. Use them to protect people who are possessed. Use every tool at your disposal,” Vlad told him and Danny blinked realizing it would work. The belts would expel the ghosts inside people and he could hide the remote in his house! Protected by the Fentonworks Ghost shield.

“Thanks Vlad!” Danny said and he hung up and rushed to the lab. He grabbed the specter deflector and he put them in a fanny pack he found and rushed back up to the kitchen hooking it to his waist as he went.

The front door opened and their parents came home and Danny tensed with Jazz giving him a smile and Danny gave her a: what the fudge? Look in return. The morning was as usual their parents focused on their hunting and Jazz drove Danny to school. The moment the day started the student body was rushed off into an assembly.

Danny was in constant flight or fight and the two danced together in his mind like some twisted tango. He wanted to hide like everyone else but if he did everyone else would suffer and his friends and family? He shuddered at what would happen. Vlad was away on a business trip so it was just him. He flew back to Casper High to grab his backpack with the Thermos. He still had his fanny pack which Sam reminded looked ridiculous. They showed no signs of possession or being targeted so he still had the specter deflector. He flew through the halls when he heard voices changing back he showed himself. Dash had been acting strange all day since this morning like he was in agony and fighting himself.

“What plan?” Danny asked which caused everyone in the room to turn to him. Everyone who he realized was possessed.

Dash grabbed him but something happened. He held his head and he whimpered, “He-help.”

“I’m in control!” Walker’s voice called and Danny’s eyes widened. He never saw someone still be aware during a possession let alone actively fight a ghost. “Welcome to your personal torment. I will make you wish you were in the safety of my prison!”

Danny changed into his ghost form as Walker turned and threw him out the window and Danny couldn’t believe he was planning this. He turned intangible as Dash flew at him and tackled him and Danny blasted him off him. He would remove Walker and he flew off towards the city determined now. He couldn’t believe he was going to save his bully but not even Dash deserved that fate. Danny fought the other possessed people of those around him, knocking them out of the fight. It was him and Dash or Walker now and Danny was now locked in. He was turning his opponent’s clumsiness in their human bodies against them. Danny had a plan and he was being dragged down the side of a skyscraper. He braced himself for impact making a barrier around the pair as they impacted the car. He let out a cry and Walker smirked.

“That weakness won’t help you,” Walker said as he went to punch him.

“Guess again,” Danny said as he held his open hand to his chest and blasted out Walker. Dash fell against Danny. Danny changed back and quickly wrapped the belt around Dash’s waist turning it on. Danny winced as he immediately recoiled feeling the shock and fell back. Dash fell back with a cry and Walker flew up to Dash and he went to overshadow him but screamed being repelled.

Dash groaned and Paulina grabbed Danny, “Don’t forget about me! You can’t escape me!” She called flying through the air with him.

“Wha!” Dash called. He stood and he watched Fenton transform in the air when he was high up into the sky.

“I waited so long to hear a girl say that to me and I am just disappointed!!” Danny called and he blasted back Paulina and flew back down to Dash. “Run!” He called.

Dash stood there in shock. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks and Danny flew off when the others managed to recover. He had to reach home with the ghost shield and he hoped Jazz hadn’t turned it on yet. He rushed inside and flipped it on the ghosts hitting the wall with Walker amongst them who vanished from view. Danny was breathing heavily so glad he took training seriously. He then remembered Dash and what he most likely saw and he felt that panic rise up. There was no explaining it. He was breathing heavily as he lay there curled up. Eventually that anxiety was overwhelmed by his body’s desire to sleep and he passed out last time he knew it was 4 am.

“Danny!” Sam’s voice jolted him awake and he sat up with a cry.

“AAAH!” He called looking around and saw the Ghost Shield still up and he was relieved as he looked at Sam and Tucker who stood in the living room.

“What happened to you dude?” Sam asked, showing concern.

“What about us?! We took off Wulf’s collar and poof gone! Vanished,” Tucker told Sam. “Suddenly he started like dying and I was almost fried!”

“Danny looks like he has been hit by a car,” Sam shot back.

“I was thrown into a car from like 800 feet,” Danny corrected. “I managed to save someone from possession.” He said.

“That’s great! Who?” Sam asked.

“Dash,” Danny admitted.

“Why him?!” Tucker called.

“Because he was fighting Walker all day for control! Not even Dash deserves that fate!” Danny snapped back.

“Woah Jeez maybe he does though,” Tucker mumbled looking away.

“Hey you did the right thing as long as he doesn’t know right?” Sam asked him.

Danny nodded as he wasn’t sure how much he saw from his dazed state, “So what else happened besides Wulf?”

“Well,” Sam said and turned on the news to show the broadcast.

“I have to end this,” Danny said once it ended and he turned into his ghost form and he pulled out the specter deflectors, tossing them to Sam and Tucker. “I am tired of just taking what they are giving. Let’s take back this city.”

“Yeah!” Tucker called pumping his fist into the air.

“Technically a town but go kick Walker’s butt!” Sam told Danny as she put on the belt and so did Tucker and they watched Danny fly off.

Danny was glad it was over and things could go back to normal, well almost normal. It had been a week since Walker and his guards were expelled and Danny’s school life had been… happy. The popular kids didn’t bully him and Dash hardly talked to him. What was this?! Besides he also needed to collect the specter deflector anyway so after school he marched up to Dash. He had to be confident otherwise he would pounce.

“Hey I don’t know how you have one of the specter deflectors but I need it back,” Danny said holding up the remote.

“Oh yeah sure,” Dash said holding it and Danny disengaged it and Dash handed it back to him. No issue, no fuss, not even a twerp.

Danny narrowed his eyes at him, “What’s wrong with you?” He asked him.

Dash shrugged as he didn’t know how to really talk to Danny or interact with him about this. He had bullied his hero all year and well he understood now he had a lot on his plate and he just bullied him. A kid who was half ghost child of ghost hunters so he needed a break.

Danny blinked and he lost all of his color as he realized, “You… you know.” He whispered and Dash nodded.

“Yeah. But I haven’t said a word I swear. If I had, do you think Paulina would stay away from you and still call you a loser?” Dash asked him.

Danny looked at him, narrowing his eyes but he was still pale as a sheet, “Tell any one and I…”

Dash cut him off, “Maybe try a threat when you don’t look scared out of your willies. Your secret is safe with me Fenton. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.” He waved, turning. “I gotta get home.” he walked off.

Leaving Fenton at a loss for words holding the inactive belt in his hands.

[tired-and-unjellied]

Hi yall I'm a survivor of childhood sex trafficking from ages7 -16. I have chronic pain and a compromised immune system, I am in the streets fighting homelessness, humiliation. I am heartbroken going through very dark times, making daily life a struggle. Help me secure a safe and stable life. Now I'm looking for my own RV I try to raise $3800 but anything is appreciated🙏🙏

That's a scam

Directly called out by @/Kyra45:

[omgpurplefattie]

MLC WIP Wednesday

Hurrah, I have a WIP going again. Here's a bit from the next chapter of RV Lianhua Lou. PoV is Fang Duobing.

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There was a display shelf in the sitting room that looked suspiciously solid, so Fang Duobing picked up a few flower pots that dotted the shelf, put them on a table, stuck his hand up the most likely cubbies, and started investigating the hinges and corners of the shelf.

Yet another thirty minutes later, he had found a number of levers and buttons, and a sofa on the other side of the room slid aside, to reveal a low door, and stairs going down. You had to duck your head, but otherwise, it was perfectly serviceable.

“I would never have thought…” Zhiyu breathed, leading the way down the stairs; so she was the first to step into the hidden vault.

The ceiling lit up automatically, and Zhiyu screamed.

“Dad!”

Governor Jin was lying on his back on the floor, eyes wide open, wearing only one slipper, and dead as a doornail.

“Damn,” Li Lianhua breathed. “There goes our new business model.”

A bit further inside the secret room lay a Klingon everybody present swore they had never seen before, just as dead, among several open, empty boxes.

“The Blood Vessel of Doom!” majordomo Jin exclaimed. “It’s gone!”

“After this,” Li Lianhua sighed to Fang Duobing, “nobody will commission a security system from us ever again. Our very first client ended up dead, and the main treasure he wanted guarded got stolen. Oh dear.”

“We will get it back!” Fang Duobing declared. He was feeling despondent, but only for a moment. If the Klingon doctor was holding Di Feisheng hostage against that Blood Vessel, then they just had to find the damn old pot again. Giving up on A-Fei was not an option. “Forget about the security system trade; it has been fun, but really not our core competency. I’m an investigator of the Hundred Rivers agency, so let’s do some investigating!”

He took out his tricorder and started recording evidence. Moving the slightly hysterical majordomo aside, Li Lianhua squatted down between the two dead bodies, got out his medical tricorder, and began to record facts. He turned over both corpses and paid special attention to Jin Mantang’s bare foot, which he held in both his hands, bending it sideways and pondering every detail.

“They must have killed each other!” Zhiyu said. “My dad must have discovered the Klingon intruder and tried to stop him from taking the Vessel, and the other artifacts he had down here. Perhaps he has thrown his slipper at him to get his attention?”

“But then where are all the magic pots?” Li Lianhua said. “And I would never try to stop a Klingon with a slipper again. Believe me, I have attempted it, and it didn’t work.”

[reality-detective]

As I see it, we are waiting for some public announcements to come forth including the following

1. Public announcement of the USN on the gold and asset standard

2. Public announcement of the new USN notes money supply

3. Public announcement of USN bills paid

a. Iraq has a trust problem with the US

b. they need to see items 1-2 and three above publicly announced So they can go forward

4. Public announcement of the new Iraq international Dinar rate

5. Public announcement of the new Iraq international data rate published in The Gazette

6. Public announcement of Nesara

7. Public announcement of Gesera

8. Public announcement of Biden gone

9. Public announcement of trump's return

10. Private announcement of RV notifications including 800 numbers and starlink

a. Private announcement of tier 3 liquidity and spendable

b. Private announcement for liquidity of all tiers

11. Public announcement of the following

a. Social Security increase and change of system

b. Reclamation monies

c. Debt forgiveness jubilee

d. Other funds as applicable

We should begin to see these flowing out in the soon coming immediate future

There are other events that are important such as the stock market crash, EBS, and the new financial system. I have chosen not to include them in the list above, but those things are coming and we should pay attention to real events that are about to and very soon begin to unfold.

Hold the line and stay steady. Lock your faith into the Word of God. What is about to happen is biblical and we should understand that.

See you on the other side. The other side is the Promised Land.

Are you truly ready?

I'm Locked and Loaded !!!!!!! 🤔

- Benjamin Fulford

[felixer-of-life]

I'm relatively new to the Bay Area, but I already fiercely love Oakland. And I have Some Opinions on some things. Most recently was this morning, when I checked my email to find a note about a post on NextDoor(a thing I loathe but occasionally has useful information so I still use. It's a cesspit of landlords and rich people shouting down everyone else.)

Anyway, someone running for an office posted the link for Oakland's newish system where you can upload videos of crimes and help do the cops job for them! Snitch-o-matic 2024!

I wrote this reply : "Yeah now you can narc on the disadvantaged and do the cops job for them! Maybe they'll send little baseball bats out to top posters so you just skip the wait and beat up people you don't like.

Really though, this is going to get overwhelmed and all those videos are going to get backlogged and go no where. Just another system we pay for that only exists to make you feel better while not providing any benefit. "

I decided not to post it because, ND is a cesspit. But I needed to vent. Systems like these always wind up being used to punch down at the least privileged segments of the population and Oakland has a massive unhoused population that is being targeted by the city and state. They are looking for reasons to fuck with encampments, tents, and RVs that are the homes of folks just trying to live. The Snitch-o-matic is absolutely going to wind up being used to turn people out of what little they have. Sure maybe it will catch a porch pirate or two, maybe. But all systems of oppression are sold as "security and safety." They are closing down fire stations and laying off firefighters and offloading the justice system to whoever has the time and energy to persecute and provide "evidence" to the cops. So maybe we could take the money that went into this and instead buy some empty buildings to turn into housing instead? Wild I know.

You can check it out here:

[truth4ourfreedom]

THE NEW GLOBAL FINANCIAL SYSTEM IS COMING!!!!

Masters of the GCR/RV: The Financial Revolution Unfolding!

The Global Currency Reset (GCR) and Revaluation (RV) are not just financial terms—they represent a profound shift in the global economy. Exotic currencies like the Zimbabwe Dollar, Iraqi Dinar, and Vietnamese Dong, once dismissed, now stand at the center of this seismic transformation. Coupled with the Quantum Financial System (QFS) and the groundbreaking NESARA GESARA Act, these forces are dismantling the corrupt financial structures of the past and ushering in a new Golden Age.

Zimbabwe Dollar: Rising from the Ashes Once a symbol of economic collapse, the Zimbabwe Dollar (ZWL) is poised for resurgence. Backed by vast natural resources, including gold and diamonds, its revaluation could redefine wealth distribution globally.

Iraqi Dinar: A Powerhouse in Waiting The Iraqi Dinar (IQD), suppressed by decades of conflict, is ready for a comeback. Iraq’s immense oil reserves position the Dinar for a historic rise, turning its holders into potential beneficiaries of immense wealth.

Vietnamese Dong: The Silent Contender The Vietnamese Dong (VND) may be undervalued today, but Vietnam’s booming economy and strategic global role make this currency a sleeper hit in the GCR.

The Quantum Financial System (QFS): A Game-Changer The QFS is not just a financial system—it’s a technological revolution. Designed to eliminate corruption and provide transparency, it promises security and fairness. XRP and XLM, digital assets tied to this system, are set to replace outdated financial instruments, making them prime opportunities for savvy investors.

NESARA GESARA: A Blueprint for Global Equity This monumental reform package aims to forgive debts, redistribute wealth, and establish a gold-backed currency system. With mandates for humanitarian projects, it’s not just about money—it’s about building a better world.

Tier 4B: The Informed Few vs. Tier 5: The Oblivious Masses The informed Tier 4B, aware of these shifts, stands ready to benefit. In contrast, Tier 5, tethered to outdated systems, remains blind to the change. This is an Information War, and knowledge is your most valuable asset.

The Time to Act Is Now! The GCR/RV isn’t speculation—it’s happening now. The future belongs to those prepared to seize the moment. Will you rise to the occasion, or will you be left behind? The choice is yours.

Join and share my channel immediately: https://t.me/JulianAssangeWiki

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From truth4ourfreedom:

I have heard about this change for what seems like months. When will it happen? And will the global elites and big banks go along? Time will tell!

[s0lace-1n-s0l1tude]

Hi yall I'm a survivor of childhood sex trafficking from ages7 -16. I have chronic pain and a compromised immune system, I am in the streets fighting homelessness, humiliation. I am heartbroken going through very dark times, making daily life a struggle. Help me secure a safe and stable life. Now I'm looking for my own RV I try to raise $3800 but anything is appreciated🙏🙏

Someone check if this is a scam or not

If it's not,donate

Though it probably is one because I've had them 3 times in my inbox

[caretaleandotherstuff]

Hi yall I'm a survivor of childhood sex trafficking from ages7 -16. I have chronic pain and a compromised immune system, I am in the streets fighting homelessness, humiliation. I am heartbroken going through very dark times, making daily life a struggle. Help me secure a safe and stable life. Now I'm looking for my own RV I try to raise $3800 but anything is appreciated🙏🙏

You all will never guess what I found.

A SCAM

[cheesyjester]

Hi yall I'm a survivor of childhood sex trafficking from ages7 -16. I have chronic pain and a compromised immune system, I am in the streets fighting homelessness, humiliation. I am heartbroken going through very dark times, making daily life a struggle. Help me secure a safe and stable life. Now I'm looking for my own RV I try to raise $3800 but anything is appreciated🙏🙏

I would love to help someone out in such times, but I am currently low on money myself and having troubles finding work, if I were able to I would help, but I have my siblings to look after and help feed right now...

But I sincerely hope you are able to get the help you deserve and need 🙏♡

[yalexxiii]

Hi yall I'm a survivor of childhood sex trafficking from ages7 -16. I have chronic pain and a compromised immune system, I am in the streets fighting homelessness, humiliation. I am heartbroken going through very dark times, making daily life a struggle. Help me secure a safe and stable life. Now I'm looking for my own RV I try to raise $3800 but anything is appreciated🙏🙏

i advise everyone who gets asks like these in their inbox to search their username here. ~80% of the asks ive gotten are scams that, according to others on here, likely steal from actual stories of people who have gone through the same thing. it sucks and these people should be ashamed of themselves.

[cloudbattrolls]

All That Remains

Ullane Wistim | Present Night 

Arty drove the RV-like vehicle that doubled as Crown Clinic while Ullane sat in the passenger seat and leaned against the open car window frame, staring up at the early evening moons. They were only an hour or so into safe twilight, and the lowblood inhaled the chill dark season air, watching her breath billow as she released it again.

A moment later the artifice hummed in confusion, and the vehicle slowed, its all-terrain wheels slowly coming to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” The yellowblood asked, words quick and tone betraying her nervousness.

For once, she didn’t mind showing it. That hardly mattered right now.

“Well…we should be getting close by now. But as you can see…”

Nothing ahead of them. No buildings, at least. No trees, either - Ullane realized they should have passed the forest whose fringes she’d grown up in a long time ago.

She tucked her head back in, rolling up the window with the press of a button. The medic wrapped her arms around herself.

Was this the better outcome? Them getting lost somehow, her deciding this was a stupid idea after all?

No. There were the hills she’d always known, off in the distance. She could feel the distant spark of magic - muted, but still there. Surely that meant this had to be the right area.

“Are you -”

“I’m checking troogle maps, yes.” It cut in. “But it’s not telling me anything. My searches aren’t turning up any current information on Amityville.”

Ullane’s tail swished back and forth, back and forth.

Had the town hidden itself entirely? It had always been steeped in the arcane, always a step or two removed from modern Alternian culture, but any outsiders who could brave the forest or find their way through the hills could make it here.

Not that they’d want to. It had been a miserable place, a cursed place, full of rogue mages and undead monsters and other, stranger things.

Amityville. Where the magic that had turned its ley lines rotten had also seeped into the air and soil, poisoning the minds of its residents.

She was living proof, she supposed.

As a youth she’d thought herself so clever, so daring - brave enough to leave for an uncertain future, defying the curse, defying the expectation that her caste branded her helm or battlefield fodder.

Ridiculous. She had never been anything but another carrier of her hometown’s disease.

Had the place finally consumed itself? Had the infighting between the drinkers and hunters gone too far? Had one crazed magic user summoned something they couldn’t control and the beast had run amok?

Arty started driving again, phone now put away.

“What did you find?” She asked, instant, gripping the cushion of her seat.

“It’s better if you see it yourself.” The construct said simply.

“Not helping.” She snapped, then felt guilty, ears lowering. Arty was probably right.

But that didn’t make her less nervous.

At least the security system would never knowingly endanger her.

They drove a few minutes longer, and then Arty stopped again, this time taking the keys out of the ignition and parking.

Ullane blinked as she got out.

“This is just the same as…”

Her voice trailed off as she looked down.

The grass barely grew. The ground was…blackened. As if there had been a fire.

But there were no charred remains of buildings or trees.

The whole place was barren, flat and empty, stretching on until the hills.

Even the air was dry and scentless. She felt no non-plant life forms with her psiionics besides herself and Arty.

“What…” she said.

Arty pointed to something she hadn’t noticed before. A small break in the sameness of the landscape, something glimmering grayish white in the moonlight.

Ullane walked over, compelled, terrified, but knowing she had to see what it was.

Why did this scare her more than any supernatural monster?

She came to the thing - the plaque, set into the grayish white stone.

HERE LIES THE REMAINS OF AMITYVILLE, HAVEN FOR MUTANTS AND DISSIDENTS. LET ITS REMOVAL FROM THE PLANET SERVE AS A WARNING TO ALL WHO PASS THIS WAY.

THE EMPIRE IS INESCAPABLE. GLORY TO THE CONDESCE.

A red trident gleamed, engraved below the neat text.

Ullane couldn’t seem to get air.

Gone.

All gone.

Should she cheer? 

Mourn?

What had she wanted by coming here, anyway?

Home.

Had this place ever been a true home?

Has she ever really had one?

Or had she spent her life running away from this place without ever wondering where she was running to?

It was easy not to wonder when survival was so much more important. It was easy to push such thoughts aside when she’d always had one goal.

She’d achieved it. She’d made it.

With as much blood on her hands as any abomination that had ever dwelled in this place.

The mediculler fell to her knees on the hard, scorched earth.

She hardly cared that it was cold, that she wore only a light sweater over her shirt and pants.

Her hands gripped the ground, scrabbling for any sense of reality as her tail lashed back and forth.

Gone. 

The place she had hated because hating it was what she did. Who she was. It gave her purpose, gave her an example to never follow.

Except that she had.

She was a perfect child of her home.

Malpracticer.

Maledict.

Or maybe it had never been the magic that had corrupted her.

Maybe she’d done it all herself.

She felt warm yellow tears roll down her face, realizing their passage with bleary surprise as they dripped onto the ground.

“It’s not fair.” She found herself saying. “You’re all dead, and I’m still here. Why do I always survive? Every time I should have died, something saved me. If I’d stayed…”

She trailed off. No, oblivion didn’t really appeal to her anymore, if she was honest. Maybe she didn’t deserve to live, but she didn’t want to die.

If she’d stayed…

She didn’t know if that was better or not.

She never would.

Maybe that was why she’d come. To figure that out. Weigh the pros and cons. 

Of course it couldn’t be that simple.

She pushed herself back up, taking a wipe out of her sylladex to get the dirt off her hands.

The yellowblood looked back at the plaque.

Had the empire done the world a favor? Had they, like her, committed an unforgivable crime?

It didn’t matter.

Ullane stepped over and drew out some herbs from her sylladex - she’d been going to use them for cooking, but they were all she had to offer.

No flowers. No offerings to burn. No shrine for the deceased trolls’ possessions.

She was not sorry this place was dead.

She was sorry it had never had the chance to become better.

So she laid the rosemary and chives on the plaque, bowed her head a moment, and then turned to leave.

Then she had one last thought, retrieving her harmonica from her sylladex.

Slow and soft, she blew a tune she’d learned from a story she’d known as a child. The only lamentation these dead would ever know.

It wasn’t long, but by the time she finished, she shivered. The cold had begun freezing her damp cheeks.

Arty said nothing, instead placing an assuring hand on her back as she climbed back into her seat and buckled up.

Ullane closed her eyes and leaned into its touch, humming the melody she’d played as they drove away into the night.

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