#it lures you in with virtual realities of the things you want

[yourflame]

hear me out though: if something like this happened again - but it's post-forces or something and shadow tries to take the ruby from infinite but then they see a vision like this too

and infinite laughing at him because oh, you crave destruction just as much as i do, don't you? you ARE just like me.

[tsunflowers]

well I hate to say it but I just don't think "gamechanger" by l.x. beckett is a very good book. it has the problem common to sff writers where they have too many ideas and throw them all in, with the added wrinkle that most of the time I could not tell which aspects of the future society the author thought were good and which were bad. usually with a bad writer they just tell you what you're supposed to be mad about and with a good writer they subtly make their position known. I don't know what this author thought about most of the stuff they invented. like in this book kids can become cops in order to investigate other kids' crimes. is that good?

it's hard to summarize the plot bc of how much stuff there is going on so I'll just tell you about the main thing I wanted to see resolved. in this #future world everyone is always hanging out in an augmented reality they access with brain implants. I did really enjoy the multiple levels of engagement people have with the ar. it's always passively on but you can choose to go deeper into it. an interesting scifi escalation of how in modern life you always have your phone on you and can casually check it but sitting down to work on the computer or getting engaged in a video game feels more intense. anyway, everything you do in this ar world is monitored and recorded, and you have a social credit score based on other people upvoting and downvoting you. kids have sort of limited privileges within the ar world. they can't get implants until they're of age so they have to wear helmets and they can't take the drugs that let you experience full immersion

and the author is like "preteens hate the idea of joining adult society and being able to live in virtual reality 24/7 so they run away from home in droves and its a major societal issue." has the author met preteens? frankly I think they would be running to sketchy underground doctors who promise to give them implants early. and the first chapter of the novel is kids who are running away bc they want to go off the grid! that tricked me into thinking it would be a major theme of the book but then it just wasn't. we were supposed to accept that kids hate going online

then it turned out that there was an evil ai who was inspired by female harry potter villains to lure children to her evil school where she lobotomized them so what the fuck ever

I still think it was worth reading bc I got a tremendous amount of enjoyment out of the great lakes megacity (formerly chicago, detroit, cleveland, and toronto)

[thatmooncake]

Greetings

I am on a quest to discover who has the deadliest Moon. So I have some quick questions to ask to determine just how bad he is

Has Moon ever hurt or killed anyone before the virus?

How many people has he hurt or killed after the virus?

Staff

Guests

Children

Does he have any control when he kills? Is he aware of his actions?

Thank you for your time

A worthy quest if ever there was one

If you’re talking about my Moon in particular, he deals in dreamscapes - lures you into a beautiful dream, hooks you in deep as you chase after your greatest desires, conjures moments from your subconscious you might have never seen before but deep down you realise you always wanted …(for those less passionate about particular things in their own lives, the lure of escapism also does the trick nicely) …and before you know it, there you stay. Still alive, but just barely, your life force draining slowly as you unknowingly become a part of the dreamscape he’ll then use to lure others.

He’s aware and in control of what he’s doing, but it’s complicated in that he essentially thinks he’s giving you sweet dreams, just …permanent. I mean, from his perspective, he’s letting you live the life of your dreams, and he does let you leave - it’s just that the lure of the dreamscape tends to perpetually pull people back into its orbit. And it’s not like he himself doesn’t prefer the lure of a good story over the reality of his own obsolescence as a daycare attendant. Nope, he just lives vicariously through those who dream, and he watches as the dreams flicker and burn out, eventually becoming one with the scenery.

Canon Moon? Hm, I think he has a kill count, if not at least having caused severe injuries to people before. Children or adults - whoever was unfortunate enough to fall in his path first after the virus struck. Don’t think he’s fully in control, I think it’s more like an instinct gone wrong kind of deal where his impulses and directives are screaming at him to put the naughty children to bed so they can rest (like he’s supposed to do) but due to the virus he’s mistakenly labeling everyone and everything as “naughty children” virtually non-discriminately and he won’t rest until he’s fulfilled that need to put them to bed. Whether that means something permanent or not.

Moon’s worldview I think is a little skewed and limited by design. He sees blips of daily events when he’s finally active, and he’s been made redundant in his role, and so he longs to fulfil some sort of purpose. I think the virus causes him no end of stress and pain, isolating him from everybody and everything even more than he ever has been before. The Glamrocks at least hunt together. Moon does no such thing. He’s left to his own devices, and even Sun seems to think the best solution would just be for him to NEVER come out for the longest time (he changes his perspective in Ruin but his attempts to keep Moon away before that can’t have helped their relationship any, I think they both spent the longest time not seeing eye to eye and just badly wanting it to be their turn, to the detriment of their collective wellbeing). Poor guy just wants it to be his turn and really really thinks you should be in bed. Maybe you’d get a shot at talking things through with him if he got stuck in the play tunnels like he tends to do in my game. Just try to avoid the grabby Moon claws. I hear they’re laced with sleepy dust.

(Also got an AU where Moon’s confused pseudo-resentment at being no longer wanted and having had people actually want to delete him and leave only Sun runs kind of deeper than that and he’s trying to keep them both safe from perceived threats while simultaneously feeling like Sun’s shadow and almost living his life vicariously through him until he can’t anymore but that’s quite literally another story for another time)

[onewordshy]

Free Online Halloween Goodies

I made one of these lists every year and posted it on reddit but they deleted all my posts as spam a while back so I'm backing them up here!

Read - Abby Howard's short horror comics: An icon in the online horror scene (to me at least), Abby is known for crafting spooky stories with great art and her comics are a must read! The demo to Scarlett Hollow, her blockbuster visual novel, is also worth a play.

Play - QT: the so-called "anti-jump scare game" wherein you search through a spooky abandoned house trying to find your friends. It's super cute and perfect if you don't want something scary.

Listen - A Bnny Nghtmr II by BNNY RBBT: A Halloween themed visual album tied into a YouTube alternate reality game about a mysterious '90s pop star who vanished. The album uses unusual sounds and the autotune heavy style might seem grating at first but it's kind of mesmerizing and a good listen for the season.

Read - Ruby Quest and Nan Quest: Two legendary horror "quest interactives." The writing style is a little unusual and the artwork is kinda crunchy but trust me, they're gripping stories of people trying to survive terrifying ordeals, combined with escape room puzzles and psychological horror. I personally prefer Nan Quest (its "haunted hotel" setting really works and it's much more polished).

Watch - Lo by Travis Betz on YouTube: which is not only my favorite horror movie but quite possibly my favorite movie in general? It's about a man who summons a demon to find his missing girlfriend, it's very low-budget but it's incredibly creative and a great meditation on love and loss.

Read - Emily Carroll's comics: You might have seen these floating around before but they're good, His Face All Red is the perfect Halloween ghost story.

Play - The Night Is Darkening: a short, free horror game about a ship that gets stranded on a floating island. It's just a simple exploration game but gothic energy is strong with this one, despite the short length it had tremendous world building that made me so intrigued. More unsettling than scary.

Browse - MORTASHEEN: an online database of fictional monsters from the creator's fantasy setting. If you're into creature design and unconventional monsters and somehow haven't heard of this, get on it now.

Read - ALL HAIL THE MONUMENTAL HORROR-IMAGE: An article posted to The Outline that I think fans of horror would be very interested in, it’s in slideshow format so you essentially just scroll through screen caps of iconic moments from horror movies interspersed with text from the author opining on what exactly it is that makes them so effective.

Watch/Listen - Evil Dead: The Musical: A campy parody of the already campy horror franchise, the original Canadian cast of this show was professionally recorded for posterity and has made its way onto YouTube. The video is pretty potato quality but you know what, we’re lucky to have this at all.

Play - The Open House: A very unique horror game that takes the form of, of all things, a virtual guided house tour through a fairly mundane piece of real estate that slowly reveals itself as a house of horrors. While there are a few obligatory jump scares, the game relies mostly on the unsettling atmosphere and brilliant pacing to lure you in and keep you hooked until the terrifying end. A short game (twenty minutes if you’re quick) can be played in browser or downloaded, but here’s a play through as well.

Watch/Listen - Ghost Quartet: A one of a kind musical/theatrical experience. the show weaves a complex interlocking narrative that I can’t even begin to unpack but is ultimately about four friends who get together on a dark night to tell ghost stories. It’s an old school style of spooky, telling out tales of love, betrayal, revenge, and of course ghosts, all spelled out through abstract metaphor and fantastic music.

Read - Jared Pechacek’s Annual Harvest Festivals: A thread of microfiction tweets each describing mysterious local harvest festival traditions from a town called Springfield in every state in America. The brief descriptions are evocative and offer a fun twist on some classic Americana, sounding both familiar and surreal.

Listen - Old Radio Plays: There’s a certain kind of vintage charm to these old radio programs that’s very comforting, and while I don’t pretend to be an expert in these types of things I’ve linked to a handy tumblr post where another excited recommender has compiled some that they felt were noteworthy.

Watch - Daisy Brown: Daisy Brown is a web series that exploded onto the scene back in 2017 with the video “How I Feed Alan,” which shows a cheerful young woman feeding sugar pills to some kind of monster. The strange juxtaposition of the grotesque imagery with Daisy’s completely casual tone was instantly intriguing, and over the course of the next two years she’d upload regular vlogs that gradually unraveled the mystery behind this strange family.

Play/Read - The Shadows That Run Alongside Our Car: A fully illustrated visual novel that tells the story of two strangers driving a car through the zombie apocalypse towards an uncertain fate. It’s very well written, has great atmosphere, and the theme of searching for hope and human connection in the face of inevitable demise is more timely than ever.

Listen - LVCRFT: Basically they’re a collective of (pretty high profile) artists in LA who got together and decided to create Halloween music, and it slaps! They have several excellent albums full of spooky tunes that you should be bumping to while they’re still seasonal!

Read - Crow Cillers: The basic gist of the plot is that a group of kids get tangled up in the machinations of a cult who are trying to control an otherworldly dimension(?) called Ynce Iche, but that's just the starting point for where this comic goes because it's the kind of story that tears itself apart and sews itself back up. A diverse cast of characters and well written dialogue bring a lot of life to this experimental webcomic.

Watch - Local58TV: The brainchild of Kris Staub, a perennial fave of the online horror scene. The videos are short films designed to look like news broadcasts from a world similar to our own, but also different in a few key ways. Found footage VHS horror has been a growing field in the past two years and imo this is the best it's been done yet.

Play - Symposium of Grief: The story of a ghost trying to find his lost heart, this one is a bit more emotional than the others listed here. It takes place in a spooky town full of ghosts and monsters but it's more about trying to find connection and a purpose in life than anything else; the writing is funny and the art is gorgeous and I have no clue why it's free because it seems super high effort.

Play/Read - the uncle who works for nintendo: Is this a cult classic? A text based adventure game about being a kid and going over to your friend's house for a sleepover that goes very, very wrong. I don't want to say too much and spoil it but suffice to say this is more hair raising than you'd expect. Can be played in browser so you don't have to download anything!

Listen - Ellise: Ellise makes short, catchy pop songs that have horror themes, with her last EP being centered around fairy tales in particular. It's a bit "edge lord" at times but hey, that's part of the fun!

Read - Fuan No Tane: A cult favorite manga, Fuan No Tane is a collection of unsettling ghost stories inspired by the unusual urban legends of Japan. It's slice of life in a way, there's no plot and every entry is pretty short (some just a few pages long), but the imagery and mundane-cum-horrifying tone really stick with you.

Watch - Ultraman Max Episode 22: "Butterfly Dream": Kind of a wildcard pick but if you're into the more surreal side of horror then this one is for you. While the typical episode of Ultraman would see the hero fighting some sort of rubber suit monster, "Butterfly Dream" instead is a bizarre, experimental story about a man attempting to write an episode of Ultraman, a woman trying to craft the perfect monster, and the hero caught in the middle.

Play - Don't Get Spooked!: A twine horror game from Halloween aficionado bogleech.com, this is a silly little comedy game where you click links to navigate a haunted house and try to collect all of the endings. Very dumb but a lot of fun.

Watch - The Black Tower: A classic short horror film about a man who notices a new building on the horizon… and then can’t stop noticing it. The story is told entirely through voiceover and mainly static footage, which gives the film a dreamy and unsettling atmosphere, and the “monster” feels very unique even today. I think if you like the more artsy and understated side of the horror world you’ll appreciate this.

Play - There’s A Bear Outside: Spend the night in a cabin and encounter a totally normal bear. An unusual spin on the “campfire story” formula, this interactive text game loosely tracks the stories of different people who encounter a surreal thing (really, a completely normal bear) which causes their lives to spill open. Kinda spooky, kinda silly, kinda a surprisingly emotionally cutting exploration of the human experience.

Read - Third Shift Society: A supernatural action comic about a down-on-her-luck girl who discovers psychic powers that conveniently land her a job as a “Paranormal Detective” and adventure ensues. Kind of a stock standard Webtoon but it was nominated for an Eisner Award and also one dude has a pumpkin for a head, so, that’s fun!

Watch - Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Series: A web series that offers comedic take on the classic Legend of Sleepy Hollow, following meek school teacher Ichabod Crane as he tries to unravel the mystery of the Headless Horseman that haunts his new hometown. Chock full of crazy characters and wacky circumstances, the show has an interesting sense of humor but manages to land a lot of good jokes while still crafting a surprisingly compelling story.

Read - Katalepsis: An ongoing urban fantasy web serial with major horror elements that follows the adventures of a young woman who discovers that the gruesome hallucinations that have plagued her since her childhood are real, a revelation which almost literally throws her into a world of strange people with stranger powers. Has a relatable protagonist, a unique story, creative world building, strong character development, and also like every character in this book is a queer woman.

Watch - Zombie Prom: Boy meets girl, boy and girl break up, boy drives into a nuclear power plant and comes back as a zombie… that old story. And it’s a musical! This short film (a bit over a half hour) is a super campy parody of ‘50s teen romances with a lot of fun songs, perhaps a little low-budget but that’s just part of its charm. Notably features RuPaul as a villainous high school principal.

Read - Angel Chain: An ongoing web comic about two dysfunctional sisters who encounter an “angel” who they can control using charms attached to their flip phones, but not all is as it appears. Sort of like a bastardized parody of anime/creature collectors/‘00s culture, this comic isn’t very far along yet but it stands out for eye catching art style and delightfully emo sensibilities. Be sure to explore the homepage for secret links too~

Play - Night Work: This interactive comic casts you as a janitor on a space ship who does his best to survive when things go horribly wrong. A simple story elevated by the beautiful black/white/red color palate and some smart gameplay choices. Plays in-browser so there’s no download required and it’s really quick, though you’ll probably want to do it a few times to get the different endings.

Play - The Anthology Of The Killer: A series of short games about a young woman named BB who goes on misadventures and meets all sorts of kooky characters... who want to kill her. Swim through a haunted waterpark, stumble through the dark backrooms of a cursed theatre, survive the art in a judgemental museum, become the herald of a new form of music, and more! The visual style is immediately striking, very punk and surreal, but what makes the games stand out is their great sense of humor and unexpected intelligence- you'll find yourself thinking and laughing at the most unexpected moments.

Explore - Welcome Home: A fansite for a (fake) children's show called Welcome Home that was mysteriously "lost..." perhaps for a good reason. The characters and the fake show seem very cute, but as you click around the site you might stumble across several links that hint at something darker lurking beneath the cheerful exterior. Tying together the internet's fascination with lost media with the rise of "mascot horror," it's no wonder that this went viral earlier this year, which is great because it means there are a lot of "explained" videos/articles out there for people (like me) who don't have the patience to actually do ARG bullshit.

Watch - The Search For The Next Elvira: A deep cut from Elvira lore is that back in 2007 she concocted a reality competition show where she put thirteen youngsters through a series of challenges to determine who could best fill her bra shoes and it is peak '00s reality television- there is no budget, it's super cheesy, nothing makes sense, and yet you just can't stop watching. At only four 40 minute episodes, it's a fun little thing to have in the background.

Play - Elevator Hitch: A unique visual novel with escape room elements about a young man starting a new job at a corporate office finds himself sharing an elevator with an annoying executive... and that's just the start of the horror! Explore nine different floors, each with their own twisted puzzles, and try to find a way to freedom... if it even exists. Witty writing, a charming anime inspired aesthetic, and plenty of surprises in store.

Explore - A Book Of Creatures: A cute little blog devoted to recording different "creatures" found in mythology and folklore from all around the world. If you're a monster lover like me this site is a treasure trove because the creator goes pretty deep with the references and pulls up some fairly obscure creatures- and provides beautiful illustrations for each.

Watch - Gregory Horror Show - An animated series of short episodes that tell the story of a human who arrives at a mysterious boarding house full of terrifying creatures that make his every waking minute a nightmare. It's a more cartoonish take on horror but the memorable cast of characters and the surprisingly compelling story have made it an enduring cult classic.

Read - Dustin K Couch's Creepypastas: This creator has gone viral several times for his unique format of short form comedic horror stories that come in the form of fake social media screenshots about surreal phenomenon that takes hold via the web. Short, amusing, slightly unsettling, and punchy. Also on tumblr if you don't want to go to xitter.

[mydyspraxiablog]

Doris March was a powerful fairy who lived deep in the enchanted forest with her two daughters, Lavender and Seashell. Lavender was a beautiful fairy with the ability to manipulate water and create dazzling rainbows wherever she went. Seashell, on the other hand, was a mermaid with a shimmering tail and the power to control the tides of the ocean.

But Doris also had another daughter named Lemondrop, who was unlike her sisters. Lemondrop had no magical powers and always felt like she didn't quite belong in their mystical world. She longed to be a fairy like her sisters, to be able to cast spells and fly through the sky with them.

To ease her longing for magic, Lemondrop spent hours playing Sims 3 and Sims 4 on her computer. She created intricate worlds where she could be whoever she wanted to be, casting spells and living a life full of magic and wonder. But even within the virtual world of the game, Lemondrop couldn't escape the feeling of being different and left out.

One day, while playing Sims 3 Supernatural on her old Windows 10 laptop, Lemondrop encountered a glitch that caused her game to crash. Frustrated and heartbroken, she tried to fix the issue but to no avail. Her game was broken, just like her dreams of being a fairy.

Desperate to find a solution, Lemondrop decided to upgrade to Windows 11 in the hopes that it would fix her game. But to her dismay, the new operating system didn't have a C driver, making it impossible for her to access certain features of the game. She couldn't even travel to the mystical world of Greece within the game, a place she had always dreamed of visiting.

Feeling utterly defeated, Lemondrop reached out to her mother Doris for comfort and guidance. But Doris, who was busy tending to the needs of the enchanted forest, couldn't understand the importance of the game to her daughter. She scolded Lemondrop for spending too much time playing and not enough time embracing her true self.

Hurt and angry, Lemondrop lashed out at her mother and blamed her for not understanding her struggles. She resented Doris for not allowing her to escape into the world of Sims where she could be whoever she wanted to be. Lemondrop felt trapped in a reality where she would never truly belong.

In an act of defiance, Lemondrop decided to order a free sample of a magical potion that promised to grant her one wish. Hoping against hope that it would bring her closer to her dream of being a fairy, she eagerly awaited its arrival.

But when the potion arrived, it turned out to be nothing more than a gimmick, a cheap trick to lure unsuspecting souls into false hope. Lemondrop realized that there was no easy way out of her predicament, no quick fix to make her dreams come true.

Yet despite her disappointment, Lemondrop knew that she had to find a way to make peace with her reality. She couldn't change who she was, but she could learn to accept herself and find joy in the things that made her unique.

And so, Lemondrop made a decision to focus on the things that brought her happiness and fulfillment. She embraced her love for gaming and used it as a way to express her creativity and imagination. She started a blog where she shared her gaming experiences and connected with others who shared her passion.

Through her virtual adventures in Sims 3 and Sims 4, Lemondrop found a sense of belonging and purpose that she had been searching for all along. She discovered that magic wasn't just about casting spells or flying through the sky – it was about embracing who you were and finding joy in the things that made you special.

And as she continued to play, Lemondrop realized that true magic wasn't about changing who you were, but about accepting yourself and finding happiness in the world around you. And in the end, she found that she didn't need to be a fairy to experience true wonder and magic – she just needed to believe in herself.

[tripmegamartu]

Design A Travel Portal That Speaks to Your Customers With Tripmegamart

If you are a travel lover and willing to turn your passion into a lifelong income, then you should learn to start a travel agency of your own. We at Tripmegamart can help you answer your life's question about how to become a travel agent.

The journey of building a travel business from the comfort of home or behind a screen is full of opportunities as well as challenges. Before you want to consider how to create a travel portal for your business, you also need to know the various difficulties and your required strategies for the business.

Basic Requirements for  Travel Agency

The very first thing that will come to mind is how to start a home-based travel agency. It is very essential to know the basics before you dive into the market. When you establish a travel agency at home, in that case, you have two plus points, which will reduce expenses and second time management.

Certain steps that you can take at this level are-

Do proper research

Acquire all the required certifications

Identify your target audience

Keep track of industry trends and changes

Creating A Travel Portal

The next step that you will have to take to establish your travel business involves "How to Build a Travel Portal." The travel portal has an important role to play. It improves the overall experience for both travel agents, who can easily manage their bookings and travellers, who are planning for their next trip.

Building An Online Presence

In this digital age, it is very necessary to have a virtual existence since your website will act as an interface for you to engage with your potential customers. Through the website, you can lure travelers to check out the extraordinary offers that your business provides. Hence, it is important to know how to create an online travel agency website since a well-designed can create a lasting impression in the minds of your audience.

Particularizing Your Travel Business

While thinking of how to start a tour and travel agency online, you should have a focused approach. It is important to work on your niche and target audience before you take things online. One way to find out is by associating with tour operators who can give you information based on ground reality. By working on this, you will be able to offer a phenomenal travel experience for each traveller.

The Legal Requirements

Checking the list of legal and regulatory requirements should be the first item on your priority list. Especially if you are considering the idea of how to start a travel agency from home, legal conditions must be carefully understood and abided by. Any concern about this must be resolved immediately to ensure the smooth functioning of your home-based venture.

Keep Up With The World

Three factors that will help you stand out among the rest are innovation, marketing strategies, and user engagement. If your concern is how to start a tour and travel business online, you should utilise the impact that social media has on the user’s mind. Product innovations, some different marketing strategies, and a well define system will lead you to the path of success.

Focusing On The Nitty-Gritty

Starting your own travel business requires you to pay attention to every single small detail.. The question you should ask yourself is not how to start a travel business but how well you know your business. Before starting a travel business, there are certain essential aspects you have to be sure of, such as planning, legal requirements, and effective marketing strategies, to name a few.

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[autobiographical-fiction]

Communication about Communication

{Your final journal assignment will explore concepts for web-based storytelling. For this assignment, come up with a content marketing pitch that leverages web-based storytelling to encourage students to consider studying digital communications. Content marketing approaches implement storytelling to help viewers see themselves using a product or service. 

What approaches to storytelling might you use to help your audience envision themselves as a future media professional of some sort? How might you leverage the interactive capabilities of the web to best tell your story?}

--

Young people are really wowed by theatrics. I mean, if you really wanted to attract people to come to Elon, throw on an elaborate event with Met-Gala fanciness, hire a couple people who can juggle and breathe fire and point high schoolers to the nearest place they can submit their deposit. 

Really, though, attracting people to study digital communications can be really easy. All it takes is showing them what they can become from it. To approach this audience, it could be beneficial to use interactive elements to the storytelling, much like the interactive e-documentaries we studied, such as the snow fall avalanche story.

The beginning has the biggest task of luring viewers in. For our purposes, a virtual reality landscape would be an interesting and immersive tool to use. We could capture and document a 360 degree view of the School of Communications to have students virtually walk through it and explore all the unique workspaces in the building.

From there, we can add in an interactive map of the world to visually demonstrate where students come from and where they go beyond college, which will especially appeal to students interested in travel.

Other interactive elements include things like a video walking through a student work showcase or videos of current students’ work to exemplify the skills taught in digital communications.

Finally, the web format should also include some sort of call to action to get these students invested in studying digital communications. One example may include allowing students the opportunity to play around with using similar software as us, such as giving them a chance to try out a browser-friendly version of Adobe InDesign with very basic tools loaded.

[bestfriendforhire]

Children of BFFH, Entry 186

 After a wonderful dinner fixed by Aid and Eléa—Aid was primarily there to supervise team Eléa due to her lack of cooking experience—we unanimously voted to continue playing the game the quadruplets had made, since it was new to us and exceptionally beautiful.  To my surprise, even the adults were joining in as their own team.  Ben’s parents hadn’t tried a virtual reality game before, not that I was surprised to hear it.  Emma and Cosette had insisted on having them try, given that Ben’s parents were actually gamers too.

 Messy handled making suits for the adults with absolutely no effort that I could see.  Within a second of hearing the request, the suits were sitting next to each person, appearing in a puff of darkness, but that was Messy.  Having spent far more time with the other kids for the past half year, I was used to them, as much as was possible for someone who didn’t live there.

 Though typically a team by herself, Eléa was stuck on my team with Stormcrow, Aika, and myself as some sort of rock-studying person.  Stormcrow was our medic, Aika was security, and I was the pilot of the Artemis V spacecraft, who now acted as extra hands for any project.  Apparently, I was also supposed to be some type of engineer, but piloting was way cooler.  I loved flying.  If the quadruplets had made a VR suit for my bird form, I’d be acting as a scout for the group, flying around right now.

 “Wow.” muttered Stormcrow, instantly getting my attention.

 “What is it?” I asked, kneeling down to look at the plant he was holding.

 “I obviously don’t have a name for it, but the compounds in this plant would cause paralysis if even a little were eaten.  A nice size bite would kill a person quickly.  I really don’t feel like this planet is a good fit for humanity.” stated Stormcrow with a grin.  He was having as much fun with this game as I was.

 Looking around at the vibrant blue and purple trees, I said, “But it’s beautiful!”

 “Sure, but beautiful and deadly still doesn’t sound too great for humans.  That’s the type of combination you want to lure us here to be killed.” he stated, trying to look serious despite still having a slight smile.

 I rolled my eyes at him before saying, “Maybe, but the quadruplets meant for this game to be survivable.  There has to be…”

 “Incoming!” exclaimed Aika, interrupting our conversation.

 I didn’t see anything until I followed her pointing finger where a… thing… was rapidly approaching us.  I quite nearly changed forms out of reflex after the creature easily knocked over a crooked tree that was slightly in its path.  The creature’s shape was somewhat like a huge gorilla, but its hide was lizard-like with scales of different shades of green and brown.  The giant arms of the creature ended in four-fingered hands that were tipped with enormous claws.  Large eyes sat too high up on its head, and there were only slits for a nose.  Aika took a few shots with her firearm before jumping and rolling out of the way.  The creature’s face practically split in half as it roared, revealing a couple rows of sharp teeth.

 “What do we do!?” I asked Stormcrow in horror, knowing he couldn’t just zap it for me.  His magic wouldn’t affect the game world.

 Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind a tree with him.  I could tell from his face that he was trying to solve our problem, but he actually looked a little panicked too.

 “Guys, what is that thing!?” exclaimed Eléa over the suit’s radio.

 “A monster!” I told her immediately, earning an amused look from Stormcrow.

 “More like…” started Aika before a loud roar interrupted her.  “A very… angry… animal.”

 “You stick that thing in any horror movie, and it’s a monster.” I insisted, easily imagining people running from the creature.

 “Any ideas on how to stop it?” questioned Stormcrow before she could argue again.

 Aika was continuing to shoot at the creature off and on, but it only seemed to make the thing angrier, considering it wasn’t dead yet.

 “Hiding.  Hiding is still good.” I told him, not really wanting to go out there.

 Eléa then said, “Normally, I’d distract it and run away, but I can’t really do that now.  If bullets aren’t even hurting it, I don’t know what would.”

 “It is bleeding.” insisted Aika as she dodged around and continued taking shots.

 “Why doesn’t this game have drones?” asked Stormcrow.  “I could try force-feeding it some of the deadly flora.”

 Still fighting, Aika managed to stay with the conversation as she moved.  “Excellent suggestion… but we’d… have to… know which plants… to make the lost drone… worthwhile.”

 Grabbing Stormcrow, I said, “Be a doctor!  Tell her how to hurt it, quick!”

 “That’s not what medical doctors do, but…” he considered, looking like he was reading something on his display after taking another peek at the creature.  “Huh.  Space doctor.  I am supposed to have extensive knowledge of numerous anatomies.  The skull’s probably too thick to shoot through easily with your weapon.  Aim for the neck or just below the neck.  I guess its heart is there.”

 “Okay.” stated Aika.

 To my surprise, she stopped firing as much.  When I peeked out, I saw her dodge a swipe of the creature’s claws.  Then she jumped up onto a boulder before dodging again and jumping onto an even higher boulder.  Right when the creature looked up at her, she unloaded her weapon into it.  Despite seeing the creature fall over, I couldn’t help feeling surprised that she finished it off that easily.  Had she been holding back this whole time to see what we’d do, or was shooting it where Stormcrow said just that effective?

 “So Mr. Medic, want to try salvaging anything useful from this thing?” questioned Aika with a grin.

 Stormcrow shrugged and pulled out his toolkit.  Then Eléa and I took up position to help Aika keep an eye out for any more raging monsters in case her fight drew attention rather than scaring creatures away.  No matter how much time I spent with these kids, life just wasn’t dull.

[sterlingtechnolabs]

Common Mistakes Enterprises Make While Outsourcing Mobile App  Development

Introduction -

Previously a rapid technology fad, mobile app development is now an important prerequisite in today's generation, especially for entrepreneurs and businesses aiming to develop new applications, grow their client bases, improve operational accessibility, and improve end-user expertise.

Since it comes to delivering beautiful apps, there are times when businesses and application development agencies are constrained by a scarcity of funds as well as expertise. App development outsourcing is perhaps the most practical solution to these issues. However, businesses frequently make mistakes and errors when giving them proposals, which largely contributes to disappointing outcomes.

These are seven bad decisions businesses frequently make when outsourcing the creation of mobile applications:

Not Considering Hidden Costs

Businesses can lose a lot of money due to hidden costs, which are frequently ignored. For example, some businesses may lure you in with low budgets only to shock you with higher costs when it comes time to bill. Here's how, in case you're wondering how it's possible.The price of post-development services and app development process like testing and maintenance is sometimes hidden by companies. This budget becomes invalid once you choose to utilise those services. You must therefore draft a questionnaire outlining the services you need from the business. You'll be able to more clearly see the budget as a result.

Setting an Unrealistic Budget

Another common error is creating an improbable budget. You'll need to put together a team of programmers, developers, and app marketing teams in order to create a high - end mobile app. In addition, the length of the development cycle can vary depending on the functionality, features, and general complexity of your app. As new technologies like ai (AI), virtual reality (VR), and augmented reality (AR) emerge, mobile technology is rapidly evolving (AR). It lengthens and makes the development process more difficult. Obtain estimates from a range of businesses and independent contractors to conduct market research. You'll get an idea of the amount of money you might need to spend from this. The cost of building a mobile app for your company is high.

Inadequate Understanding of Testing Methods

Thorough testing ensures the smooth operation of a mobile app, which also reduces the likelihood of errors. Thorough testing ensures that the app is functional enough to be launched and used, regardless of bugs, technical errors, or non-technical issues.The majority of app development firms employ both manual and automated testing procedures, but some prefer the former over the latter. Furthermore, as a result of the numerous practical aspects that mobile apps have spawned, testing techniques have expanded significantly, including testing app interfaces with real end users and for responsiveness, accuracy, and other factors.Whatever the company's niche strategies are, businesses must be aware of them.

Make Work Quality Compromises

Cost and timeliness are two of the most important factors to consider when outsourcing app development, especially for small businesses. They prefer to buy assets that are inexpensive. The technical incompetence of such a team eventually manifests itself in a dissatisfactory final product. Even if the costs are marginally higher, investing in a professional development team is always advantageous if you want to begin trying to compete in the mobile app market. The cost can be reduced by, among many other things, properly breaking down the budget, focusing on the designated time, and utilising better pricing characteristics. If money is an issue, don't sacrifice quality; instead, be upfront about your desire to find a workable solution.

Inadequate or Non-Existing Risk Mitigation

What if the project is unsuccessful? What if the app doesn't perform as intended? Before you finally decide to move forward with your chosen company, you have a long list of what-ifs to take into account.

No matter how minor the risks, outsourcing entails some, but jumping in headfirst is another mistake that some businesses, especially small and medium-sized ones, frequently make. Risk reduction consequently becomes a crucial element. It's a good idea to set restrictions on how much risk you're willing to take. Determine the maximum amount of loss that can be endured. If risk is more crucial, it is better to switch companies.

Not Receiving Post-Launch Assistance

New businesses frequently overlook post-launch support as they focus their efforts on developing the MVP (Minimum Viable Product). The post-release phase determines increased LTV (customer lifetime value) and overall app efficiency. It keeps track of features that are unappealing and do not increase LTV. Check that the software development outsourcing companies that are developing your mobile app provide adequate post-launch support so that you can remove underperforming features and add new ones in response to user feedback.

Insufficient Clarification of Scalability

When your app becomes a huge hit, its scope and scalability expand as well. Enterprises frequently strike a deal if the app will be capable of handling extra traffic, constant data upsurge, and additional add-ons but forget to do so because they are so centred on the execution.Decide how your app would then scale as it grows in functionality. How would they handle their resources if you choose to work on a variety of projects? What adjustments will be made to the budget and available resources? Instead of dealing with the confusion later, it is beneficial to discuss these details up front.

Conclusion -

When a business considers outsourcing for mobile app development, these 7 reminders should be kept in mind.

[vvienne]

XICHENG FIC RECS

hold my hands by Snooze (Chiruka)

Transplanting a core into a new person isn’t without repercussions. One year after the events at Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng found himself once again faced with the possibility of losing everything he had. Reconciling with his brother, learning to let Jin Ling go, and dealing with his blooming emotions toward the First Jade of Gusu — will Jiang Cheng accomplish what he wants before time runs out?

it all passes someday by screamlet

A week before the anniversary of Wei Wuxian’s death, there was a commotion outside Lan Wangji’s house.

*

Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji over the years.

The Unlikely Expression of Love by manamune

When everything has settled, when everyone else has moved on with their lives and their friends, Jiang Cheng has a realization which shouldn’t actually be a surprise:

He’s lonely.

Indigo, lavender, and violet (I don't wanna be red) by ohwhatevrewhatevr

It, in the pale colors of the late morning, is the closest to perfect Jiang Cheng will ever reach. He strokes Lan XiChen's hair and presses a light kiss to where his ribbon and hair meet. The sky is a pale blue, and the pastels of flowers and clouds are spread out through the window, a brilliant world waiting for them, them in the gentian house, safe from stronger breezes - there is the clutter of birds fluttering and chirping outside. It is a warm, perfect, spring morning.

Jiang Cheng and Lan XiChen have been together for an year. In which, no one ever really gets over things, Jiang Cheng has the misfortune of interacting with his brother, the juniors help out with the proposal, and there's a marriage.

Altitude by starknjarvis 

When Jin Ling lures Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses under false pretenses, he finds himself out of place among this new family Wei Wuxian has formed.

Lan Xichen, at least, seems pleased to have his company.

Perhaps there is still a chance for Jiang Cheng to make amends and move forward.

[Modao Zushi Online] GLITCH REPORT: My Brother Got Chased Down And %$@*$&@ By Gusu Dungeon Boss??? by oh_fudgecakes

Modao Zushi Online is a virtual reality MMORPG. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are top ranking players in its new server, currently tied with their arch-nemesis from their previous server, Wen Chao. In an attempt to defeat him, they take on the Gusu Dungeon Boss, Zewu-jun, to win the reward of a legendary weapon. Ever the cheat, Wei Wuxian tries to take advantage of a glitch to defeat the seemingly undefeatable boss. It backfires. Jiang Cheng gets fucked by a boss monster.

He can't get enough.

Meanwhile, Lan Xichen, the unwitting staff member in charge of controlling Zewu-jun, absolutely did not sign up to be pulled into a secret virtual reality fling with a player. Mod Ji, who has to deal with Wei Wuxian's incessant glitch reporting of his brother's sex life, is long-suffering.

Mulberry by xxdz

Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and pushes harder. He feels like torn silk, the embroidery needle sinking in again and again and again; patiently, desperately, endlessly trying to make something beautiful out of something broken.

Jiang Cheng builds his sect, learns embroidery, and raises his nephew.

we can raise a little family by lanyon

“Well, brother,” says Wei Wuxian, leaning against the outside of Jiang Cheng’s chambers. “I had heard that you and Xichen went on a night hunt and came back with a baby, which is not the order I’d choose to do things in…”

In which Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen acquire a baby of unknown origin, and are the very last to know what it means.

Beyond the Impossible by Silverine

Summoned by Lan Qiren, Jiang Wanyin goes to the Cloud Recesses to drop his nephew Jin Ling, expecting to discuss relevant matters with his old master. Instead, he's asked to take with him no other than Sect Leader Lan himself, all the way back to Lotus Pier. If the reason why he accepted such an outrageous task is indeed a mystery, he's about to be surprised by how this entire trip, their encounters, and his warm company, suddenly feel fated.

Incrementally by xxdz

Jiang Cheng is trapped in a day on repeat where he begins by waking in Zewu Jun’s bed at dawn and ends by dying painfully at dusk.

It’s getting very irritating, and he has the sneaking suspicion that his chances to solve his own murder are rapidly running out. Soon, his death will be much more permanent.

All in all, worst birthday ever.

Audience of One by WinterDreams

“Then let an established star go first,” Lan Xichen interrupts again before Lan Wangji can give a stubborn reply. Both men twist toward Lan Xichen, and he smiles at Wei Wuxian’s tilted head. “If I publicly date a man for awhile first, your engagement shouldn’t receive as much backlash.”

Or, that AU where everyone is famous in some way or another, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating in private for years, and Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng pretend to date publicly for their brothers' sake.

A Bit of Ruthlessness by jirluvien

When Jiang Cheng hears that Lan Xichen went into seclusion following Jin Guangyao’s death, it’s almost as if he can see the grabby hands of a restless ghost, reaching out for something to keep him company. For something warm and living and devastated. And as history has proved time and time again, the Lans are perfect victims when it comes to giving in to ghosts.Yeah, no. Not on Jiang Cheng’s fucking watch.A story about grief, determination, unexpected friendships, abandoned watchtowers, and letters. So many letters.

All Tied Up In You by Clearpearls

Yet again, the night had come to this:

Jiang Cheng on the floor, kneeling, Zidian wrapped around his wrists.

Alone.

Thank You, and I'm Sorry by Hamliet

Jin GuangYao might be dead, but his story is not. Taking advantage of the chaos he instigated, someone makes an attempt on the life of the young new leader of the Jin Sect. When Jiang Cheng takes Jin Ling to the Cloud Recesses to have him study while he attempts to work with Wei WuXian and his husband Lan WangJi to eliminate the threat, he encounters a mourning Lan XiChen, lovestruck teenagers, and a persistent corpse--and both pairs of brothers find themselves struggling to move on.

saturn's rings (don't be a heartbreaker) by iskendaris

Set after the seige of burial mounds, Yunmeng rebuilds as they hold the first Discussion Conference at Lotus Pier. Sometimes the night is a gift, a refuge for loneliness. "So stern, Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen murmured, "So glacial... What will it take to melt that icy exterior? What can I say?"

"Nothing. There's nothing you can say or offer."

reciprocity by jukeboxhound

There’s a pause before Lan Xichen says, in a tone that’s a little more neutral, “I would like to paint on you.”

“…What?”

“Of course, if you say ‘yes’ but then change your mind at any point, for any reason, you need only say so and I will stop immediately,” he adds.

Well, silver lining: Jiang Cheng is feeling much more awake than he was a moment ago.

Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes

Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.

As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.

Marginal Costs by ohwhatevrewhatevr

“You think you know what you want, Er-Ge,” A-Yao says. “But you should consider what you’re willing to give first,” he says wryly, taking Lan XiChen’s chess piece with slim, skilled fingers.

Lan XiChen looks up at A-Yao’s concentrated expression and the hint of contentment on his face that he is special enough to be allowed to see.

“It’s not just one decision, but the lead up to many more. One decision decides what else you’re going to have to pay, and each time you have to ask yourself, ignoring the sunk costs, if this time it’s worth it as well.”

When his sworn brother looks up at him with those clear, amber eyes, waiting, Lan XiChen feels the pull and gives in: he asks.

“Are you happy being in love?”

(First half is two sad sworn brothers talking, internally mourning how unfortunate their other sworn brother’s death was :/ and second half is when a mopey boy in blue meets an angsty boy in purple whilst chasing a demonic cultivator, and a lil bit of sexy dual cultivation happens.)

Somewhat Tender by theherocomplex

There is no defense against kindness; it has always undone him.

I didn't expect you to be lonely (too) by bettydice (BettyKnight)

Jiang Cheng's life is a mess, he's a mess, and he doesn't miss his brother at all. So when his sister gifts him ten sessions with a massage therapist, who turns out to be someone he was crushing on for a hot minute as a teenager and is still as hot as ever... yeah, that might as well happen. It won't have to mean anything.

This feels intimate to Jiang Cheng in a way that's probably very inappropriate and maybe even pathetic. Nobody touches him like this, right where he’s hurt the most. There's no one who handles him so gently, so carefully.

It's the gentleness that's his undoing, he thinks. He would be able to deal better with it if it was painful.

Life for Rent by yodasyoyo

“Yeah well. You’re not taking me seriously. This guy is my soulmate!”

“Soulmate.” Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Just because you don’t believe in them—”

“I believe in them!” Jiang Cheng says. “I’ve never denied they exist.”

“Just last week you said that it was an evolutionary quirk that had been used by greetings card companies, movie makers, and corporations to exploit lonely and vulnerable people.”

“And I stand by it! That doesn’t mean that soulmates aren’t real. Just incredibly unlikely and probably pointless.

-

Or:

Xicheng vs Soulmates. Fight!

Halfway Around the World by theherocomplex

Normally, Jiang Cheng would be seething, jaw clenched tight, if someone sounded like that while they were talking, but — Lan Xichen has the trick of always making you feel like you're in on the joke, whatever the joke is. That you're laughing together.

Whelmed by yodasyoyo

For months now Jiang Cheng’s been idly fantasizing about how it would be if something were to come between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. Mostly those daydreams have been simple enough — they break up (probably because Lan Zhan is boring or Wei Ying is annoying), Wei Ying is sad for a couple of days (Jiang Cheng’s willing to allow some space for feelings, he isn't a total monster), but then Wei Ying realizes he’s better off, he gets over it, and Jiang Cheng gets his brother back.

Unfortunately the fantasy version of events has only proven partially true, so far. They've broken up. Wei Ying has been sad.

Now weeks have passed, though — and Wei Ying is still sad, every. Single. Day.

It’s like Jiang Cheng's stuck in a looping GIF, and it’s driving him insane.

Or:

Jiang Cheng plots, Lan Huan pines, and, unfortunately for Lan Qiren, Wangxian are inevitable.

[the-last-kenobi]

Ooooh may i ask for 24 for the dialogue ask with hurt Cody (and Obi-Wan as the rescuer/comforter)? I love your writing!!

Of course!! Thank you! <3 Cody deserves so much more attention than he gets.

From this various prompts list.

Requests are currently closed.

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They had dragged Cody and his contingent of nine others off the battlefield, whoever “they” were.

Obi-Wan had been occupied several klicks away, fending off far greater numbers of droids than they had been anticipating. The last he had heard from Cody was the distinctly suspicious report that Cody and his men were encountering virtually no resistance.

And then their comms went down, and by the time the rest of the 212th had beaten back the Separatist forces, Cody and the others were gone, leaving only the signs of an ambush and shallow grooves in the earth indicating that they had been quite literally dragged away.

“Sir,” Longshot said quietly.

“I need you to stay here and organize the men,” Obi-Wan said. “Make contact with General Skywalker, tell him where I’ve gone.”

“General, please bring at least a few of us,” Waxer said, his voice crackling through the busted vocorder of his helmet.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. Something isn’t right about all this. If I get closer to the situation and there’s need for backup, I promise I will call for you. But for now— no, I will go alone.”

The posture of his men showed that they were distinctly unimpressed with this decision. Longshot, the only one not wearing his helmet, looked at his General with open concern. “Sir, General Skywalker and the 501st can’t be more than an hour out. Can’t you wait for them?”

“No,” said Obi-Wan firmly. “I cannot. Longshot, you have responsibilities to attend to. Waxer, Boil, I’ll keep in radio contact.”

The 212th waited, on edge, while their General went off alone in search of their missing brothers.

Obi-Wan had only been walking for five minutes when he found the first body. It was Nip, one of the men with Cody, barely out of the “shiny” stage. Obi-Wan ran forwards and knelt beside him, but he knew it was too late; the feeling of stillness in the Force and the neat blaster hole through Nip’s chest plate told him that before he touched the pale wrist.

Obi-Wan sighed and radioed it in, instructing a small group to come collect their fallen brother.

Not three minutes after, he found another body.

And then another.

And two more.

The path the abductors had taken was littered with corpses as they deliberately eliminated one clone after another, whittling down their burden.

The youngest and least experienced first.

Whether they were guessing, or had beaten the information out of one of the brothers — as unlikely as that was — or they had inside information was unclear, but even soldiers of the same rank were eliminated by order of age. Youngest to oldest.

Until at last, his body and heart aching, Obi-Wan crested a hill just in time to see a shuttle speeding towards the atmosphere, carrying, he knew, only the unknown enemy and one Marshal Commander.

They had taken Cody and slaughtered the others.

And Obi-Wan felt a surge of anger such as he had not experienced since he saw his Master fall.

When Anakin arrived at the place where The Negotiator was grounded, it was to disarray — a quiet, controlled disarray, because Obi-Wan’s men were not prone to panic and disorder.

Anakin, on the other hand, accidentally shattered a broken down starfighter when Longshot informed him that nine Clones had been murdered, Cody captured, and that General Kenobi had taken a fighter and flown off in pursuit without so much as alerting the Council.

It took Obi-Wan three days to track the shuttle to its destination.

It took him another two to realize that — firstly, these were indeed Separatists, and not merely mercenaries trying to get on the good side of the Confederacy — and secondly, that they had switched ships and continued onwards.

Every discovery he made painted a darker picture for Cody.

He had been specifically targeted.

The other nine had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But what could they want with Cody? The possibilities were disturbing, ranging from being taken for the position he held and the information he possessed to simply being a bargaining chip or a trap to lure in Obi-Wan himself.

Obi-Wan turned aside from his pursuit just long enough to uncover an undercover ally on this backwater planet, leaving behind an informant who could talk to Anakin, who was no doubt chasing him.

“General Kenobi,” the informant whispered hastily. “What will you do if you can’t find the Marshal Commander?”

The Jedi paused in the doorway, his hands raised as he drew his cowl over his head, concealing his face. He stood there for a moment, the wind rustling his cloak.

And then he left without a word.

After the chaos and din of battle in close quarters, filled with blaster fire, shouts, the sound of bodies slamming against walls, and the hum of a lightsaber, there was a silence.

It dragged on for a minute.

Then there was a soft click, and the door beeped and slid open.

Light spilled in for the first time in an eternity, illuminating grimy walls stained with human filth and misery, and falling unflatteringly on the man sitting in the corner.

Cody had cuffs around his ankles and wrists, both of which were chained to the walls. He sat ramrod straight against the dirty walls, his knees drawn up to his chest and his hands locked around his legs. His head was tilted back against the wall.

He stared into a dark corner and did not look at Obi-Wan once as the Jedi stepped softly into the room, his lightsaber extinguishing as he did.

Cody remained absolutely still.

Obi-Wan approached cautiously, sinking down to his knees and finishing his approach in a crawl, heedless of the filth. “Cody,” he whispered.

Cody still did not move.

“Cody?” Obi-Wan said again, and he slowly raised his hands and placed them softly, feather-light, over the manacles on Cody’s wrists.

The Commander gave a full-body flinch; his head jolted and there was a sickening thud as his skull slammed against the wall. Obi-Wan gasped and shifted one hand, wedging it between Cody’s head and the wall, cradling it gently. The Clone’s dark eyes roamed about wildly, sliding vacantly in every direction, and Obi-Wan realized with a sinking sensation that Cody could not see him. Could not see anything at all.

“Is someone there?” Cody demanded. His voice was hoarse from disuse — or overuse — and was pitched much too loudly. It echoed grossly off the walls, stiff and defiant and full of barely restrained fear. “Get your hands off me!”

Obi-Wan let go immediately, rocking back on his heels and staring at Cody, desperately waiting for the man’s eyes to focus on him.

“Cody?” he asked weakly.

But the Commander could not hear him either.

“I don’t know what it is you want from me,” the man said, voice wavering, too loud, too angry, too frightened. “I don’t know what you want from me. Tell me. Tell me, please. Please, give me back my hearing, please I want to hear, I need to see —” Cody broke off as his composure began to slip.

“Tell me what you want,” Cody whispered.

It appeared that even after thirty days of imprisonment, even Cody did not know why he had been taken.

Obi-Wan’s face twisted. These missing senses could be permanent, or it could be temporary. It could be drug-induced, or physical damage.

But right here and now, his Commander was blind and deaf and terrified, and Obi-Wan felt the weight of guilt and failure crushing him.

Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his hands again.

This time, he placed them on either side of Cody’s face, feeling new scars and too-prominent bones, and with a whisper of the Force he put all the warmth and gentleness he could summon into that touch.

Cody remained rigid. His expression stayed as professionally blank as it could, but the dark eyes flickered with doubt.

Obi-Wan prayed that this was the right thing to do.

He kept his hands on either side of Cody’s face, and with the Force he unlocked the cuffs and cut loose the chains.

Cody inhaled sharply through his teeth.

Obi-Wan let out a trembling breath and gently tilted Cody’s head forward, away from the wall, and then leaned forward and pressed his own forehead to Cody’s.

For a moment they remained that way, half-shrouded in darkness, one unable to see or hear, both of them trembling slightly, the smell of battle and sweat on the air.

And then Cody took a shuddering breath and collapsed, crumbling forwards, and was caught immediately by his Jedi. “General Kenobi,” Cody gasped, and there was no doubt at all in his voice.

“I’ve got you,” Obi-Wan said, even though he knew the Commander couldn’t hear him. He wrapped his arms around the other man and just held him for a moment, knowing Cody would hate to be carried but was not yet strong enough to walk.

Eventually, he would have to find a way to help Cody walk out of here, have to face whatever realities were behind his condition, deal with the motivations behind his capture. The Marshal Commander would despise this moment of weakness, would hate it if Anakin and the others no doubt on their trail witnessed this.

But for the moment, they could just take time to breathe, and let relief wash over them.

fin.

[dirtyfilthy]

Is it a scam?

an ”abstact factory” is a thing which (ostensibly?) exists, out there in computer code.

so i’ve literally been muted on a meeting that’s been going on for over an hour with various highly proficient crypto-jerks discussing “getting traction” and I would describe it like taking your outstretched, trembling tongue and  holding it up to the most perfect tiny  pearlescent globule of pus leaking from  the thick putrefied crust of corporate america.

but i actually do understand it. at least technically.  in the way that most people who say they understand, do not

when i want to truly understand something, I Do-It-Myself. I rebuild the whole thing from ground up. 

Then I do really get to understand, why did they engineer things in this particular way? what problems were they solving. and the mistakes I make, they teach me why things are done this way and not another way and so on.

Which is what i did from the bitcoin protocol. I re-implemented the entire stack from the specification in the white paper,, all the crazy network specific idioms all of it.

when i wanted to learn symbolic execution i did the same thing with ethereum and EVM.

so i get it. 

and the real question i think is this, how much strain, how much wear and tear can the delicate fabrics of these virtual alloys honestly take before the enormous weight... I mean before the brutal  25/8 calorie-in calorie-out greasy meathook “fuck-you!” force of reality really comes round to maybe loosen a few tooths in their smug fucking mouths.

Is it a scam? In the same way a promise is scam. It’s: a maybe. A man’s word is only ever as good as the silicon paper it’s printed on.

I solemnly promise to faithfully honor all of our incredibly abstract and ephemeral agreements once the food rioting really starts to begin in earnest.

Yes, it’s a scam. It’s always a scam. a highly profitable one if you’re on the right end of it.... which a lot people really seem to think they are  This really does amuse me greatly. fucking chumbucket  grade fell-off-the-back-of-the-factory left-in-the-sun offcuts coyly aspiring to be on the cover of “fishing lures november” it’s hilarious,

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edit: as a friend of mine pointed out, while it’s hard to feel much sympathy for cryptobros who seem to get transparently fleeced out of their entire mortgage or kids college fund and to just... watch with glee as the waters turn a deeper shade of crimson....

it’s also... someone HUSBAND mortgage.... their KIDS college fund. the flow on effects of cryptobros getting milked must be enormous.

you’re getting scammed some way. don’t make the mistake of thinking your some apex predator power broker with the inside line on whats really happening.

[catdotjpeg]

I just reblogged a post about the community pantries that have appeared in urban poor areas in the Philippines, and I wanted to say some more about the current political struggle that has arisen, but I didn’t want to tag it onto OP’s post because it’s a lot LOL. But that post can be found here.

Immediately after these community pantries started gaining traction, police forces started surveilling them, with the excuse that they were enforcing social distancing. In the original post, OP mentions how the Philippine government’s COVID response has been abysmal and near non-existent. I want to add that it is virtually impossible for the urban poor to social distance-- many of these people are homeless, or living in houses with many people who cannot stay home and self-isolate because they need to leave to go to work or to look for food. Social distancing is simply not a reality, truthfully, for most people living in the global south. Knowing this, it becomes clear that the police are there to intimidate. 

Reactionaries, including members of the anti-insurgency task force NTF-ELCAC, such as Antonio Parlade and Lorraine Badoy, took to social media to accuse the pantries of being communist fronts, luring innocent people to the Evil CPP-NPA-NDPF (I hope it’s clear I’m being sarcastic here lol. But this is another issue that I could dedicate an entire separate post to). Redtagging (labeling individuals and organizations as communist fronts) is a real issue in the Philippines, and activists have been killed because of it. Left-leaning organizations are often labeled as communist; communists are often labeled as terrorists. Below, we see a reactionary labeling Pamalakaya and Anakpawis, two legal organizations (Pamalakaya is comprised of fisherfolk and Anakpawis is comprised of workers and peasants) as “communist-aligned.” 

[ID: Screenshot of a tweet from April 20, 2021 by user TishaCM reads, “Pamalakaya and Anakpawis are communist-aligned organizations, right? So these community pantries have indeed been infiltrated by these groups.” There are two smaller screenshots of Pamalakaya Pilipinas advertising community pantry efforts embedded in her tweet.] 

Redtagging efforts got so bad to the point where the original organizer of the first community pantry, Ana Patricia “Patreng” Non (who you can read about in the original post), had to temporarily cease operations out of fear for her life. Families were filmed leaving the pantry hungry after an announcement of the community pantry’s temporary suspension. The pantry has since resumed operations.

[ID: Screenshot of a tweet from April 20, 2021 by user RegineCabato reads, “Maginhawa Community Pantry organizer Patricia Non on the verge of tears during this afternoon’s press con. Operations today were paused due to red-tagging. Translating some of the things she said today: “[The pantry] has no political affiliation for who helps and needs help.”] 

Anakbayan USA, the US branch of a Filipino youth organization fighting for national democracy with a socialist perspective in the Philippines, released a statement called “Why is the Duterte regime so threatened by community pantries?” In it, they state: 

The Duterte regime is so threatened by community pantries—by the fact of people just helping each other—because it offers a glimpse of this alternative system in which the people have power instead of the current ruling few. It is scared by the prospect of a society in which people can truly receive what they need no matter how much they’re able to give, rather than the current system that takes everything from the people and gives them back crumbs. The regime has nothing to say about this because they know it is true. That is why it resorts to dirty tactics like terror-tagging. And this is why Duterte must resign or be ousted.

Activism is not terrorism. When the government fails the people, of course the people will rise to help one another! The Filipino people have a right to imagine, to fight, and to build a better world to replace the old rotten system! 

[anerdinallherglory]

Approaching Sun (29)

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween! Sorry this is so late everyone. I am currently writing my thesis for graduate college (the very reason why this chapter is not longer) and it has been sucking up ALL of my time in combination with Covid-19 face-to-face teaching and virtual teaching. In short, my life has been a walking list of “to-do’s” which causes me to neglect my writing. This chapter is dedicated to zeidika (hope you are reading this) who reviewed my story back in July. I occasionally think about your message and it keeps me going through stressful times. I hope your upcoming graduation is a memorable moment and that your son is doing well. You inspire me too! Congrats on the outstanding GPA! I am hoping to follow you soon with graduation!

Please let me know what you guys think. More action-packed chapters coming your way soon (hopefully).

P.S. While you are waiting on more chapters of A.S., go check out my new mystery/horror fiction story, “Beneath the Harlow Grove” by @anerdinallherglory on Wattpad.

Pairing: SasuSaku

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

Chapter 29: A Generation of Weaklings

Sasuke blasted through a few too many red-dirt mountains in Kaguya’s core dimension. With every blast, he felt more like himself. Something chemical happened in his brain when he tunneled raw chakra through his veins; it helped him adopt the right mindset. Sasuke found that the quickest way to erase his thoughts was to surrender them to his shinobi persona who had to be focused. That chakra felt like a jolt to his nervous system, reminding him of himself and his shinobi goal.

Of course, now that he was less distracted, he found himself too depleted of chakra to do anything more than take a breather. Now that he was in the core dimension, Sasuke would have to adjust his plans. Previously, the Uchiha had been trying to cross into the desert dimension without going through the middle dimension. Now that he had jumped ship and escaped here by instinct, he was going to have to do this whole thing in reverse. Logically, his next step would have to be crossing into the desert dimension and then overpassing this core dimension directly to Kunagakure. All this would require a lot of chakra.

Just to speed up the process, Sasuke momentarily considered swallowing one of the chakra pills that he had swiped before his cold exit hours before into this dimension. It might be a good idea for experimentation purposes, but Sasuke knew enough about shortcuts to comprehend that chakra pills would do more harm than good, which is why they were typically reserved. It was best, the Uchiha decided strategically, to take the pill when he was at his chakra max, so he could ultimately top it off and have just the right amount to make the jump.

And besides, Sasuke just didn’t have enough time or chakra to experiment recklessly. He would get one shot to try it before he had to wait a significant amount of time for his chakra to replenish enough to try it again if he failed. Not to mention in what ways he would have to recover from whatever side effects he would suffer through from abusing the chakra pills.

Sasuke pinched his nose in concentration and tried his best to expel Sakura from his mind while he waited. And it worked just enough, for the most part…consciously—until he fell asleep that night and dreamt of her, his suppressed thoughts confronting him in his subconscious. He had developed a habit of dreaming about Sakura lately, so this wasn’t something new to him. His dreams of her usually involved her imminent death; an enemy threatening her life in a way that Sasuke was too late to prevent. This was the case. Usually. But something about that kiss earlier had unnerved Sasuke, transforming his instinctual focus on her from one of concern to one of…how would he describe it? Desire? Hope? Longing? None of those words seemed acceptable to the Uchiha; he hated to have to admit to any of those feelings even when dreaming.

In this dream, he was back in that damn medicine preparation room, glaring into Sakura’s green eyes after that unexpected kiss. But this time, instead of sensibly leaving, the Uchiha gave in to her desperate pleadings, taking her chin between his fingertips and bringing her mouth back to his. In this dream, Sasuke kissed her. Was kissing her frenziedly, hand suddenly twisting in the pink fuzz at the nape of her hot, flushed neck. Was, until a hand clamped firmly on his shoulder, jerking him abruptly back away from her. When he turned, Sasuke was face-to-face with himself. His conscious self vs. the subconscious.

When Sasuke woke, he laughed derisively as he realized he would always be the one to get in his own way in both reality and fiction.

“Good,” he said aloud to the airless dimension, suddenly frustrated for fantasizing about the opposite scenario of the one he had chosen. He hoped Kaguya, or others like her, somehow were able to hear him through this connection of dimensions. They would see just how determined he was to rid the world of them; how dedicated he was to protect those he loved. So much so, that he would sacrifice and surrender every aspect of his life to this goal.

Sasuke stood then, forming the hand sign to split the dimension in the space before him until raging sand materialized before his eyes. He decided he would just not sleep; not unless he was so tired that he wouldn’t even have enough left in him to dream.  

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

Sakura was a quick learner. The medical ninja gave herself that credit at least as she imitated the slow intake and exhale of breath that professed sleep. This certainly wasn’t her first kidnapping. Half a year ago, Kido had done just exactly that and as soon as his posse realized she was awake, the show had begun. Sakura’s poison-trained system had finally started to break down whatever sleep-induced toxin Mako had spiked her drink with. With no conception of how long she had been unconscious, Sakura had become cognizant and immediately began to mimic an undisturbed state. This time, she was set on listening. This time, she would assess and strategically plan.

She had been waiting to hear the answer as to “why” she found herself in this particular situation as she was dragged, then hoisted over someone’s shoulder. For a blurry second, Sakura was taken back to her drunken episode several weeks ago when Sasuke carried her home after the medic had decided to deplete Tsunade’s alcohol stash. The only similarity between this state of stupor and that one was the pounding headache that made Sakura want to vomit. That was when memory caught up with her and she began to “act.”

She was exchanged from one shoulder to the next and Sakura realized suddenly that she had been carried by Mako up until this point--that bastard--and was being surrendered to someone else. She didn’t know the voice.

“Great job,” a guttural accent commended Mako for his successful abduction. Sakura planned on commending him herself once she regained the upper hand.

“Just shut up and walk,” came Mako’s voice, in a tone that sent shivers down Sakura’s spine. She had never heard him speak like that. How could she have been played by him this whole time?

Sakura began to second-guess her decision to pretend the longer that they walked. In cases of abduction, it was well known that a person’s chances of survival drastically dropped if the kidnapper succeeded in moving them to a second location. But Sakura thought of Isao, her patients, her coworkers, and even Sasuke and resolved herself. It was better for them if she could allow these maniacs to believe that they had got her. What they didn’t know, was that their mistake would be getting Sakura just far enough away from civilians where she could cause some real damage. She had handled Kido; she could take care of these two as well. Neither of them could have anticipated her other skillset; Mako didn’t know her well enough.

When they had dropped her not so gracefully onto her back an hour later, Sakura bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making a pained groan or facial expression to give away her performance. Other voices chimed in then, and Sakura realized her adversaries had just doubled.

“About damn time,” someone drawled as she was dropped. “You couldn’t have taken care of this sooner?”

There was some shuffling as her capturers arranged themselves in what sounded like a cramped space.

Mako announced: “She’s surprisingly resistant. Not to mention Uchiha’s been around just until recently.”

That particular statement wounded Sakura a little more than the fall she just sustained. Of course, this was all about Sasuke. She should have known. Kido had kidnapped her for this same reason: to lure in Sasuke, kill her in front of him so his eyes would change. Sakura was starting to get pretty annoyed with people trying to use her to get to Sasuke—as if she would ever let that happen. When would they learn that things weren’t so black and white? Mako’s previous statement the morning of her capture began to make more sense to her now: “Well, it’s obvious that he likes you. To be honest, I thought you were already a couple.” And Sakura cursed her mouth for confiding in him because now she identified his interest as a predatory investigation.

“Or maybe you just weren’t trying hard enough because you liked her,” came a response from a voice Sakura seemed to recognize for some reason. It was different from the rest—distinctively female. Sakura mentally raised an eyebrow at that fact.  

“Believe me, that’s not the case” came Mako’s defense. “Ashuwa just didn’t do the trick on a medical specialist as we had hoped.”

And then Sakura was cursing. Cursing a stream of silent words that wouldn’t do her any good to express verbally now that she was getting information. The bastard had even convinced her that Sasuke should take it. She thanked the universe for Sasuke’s non-allergic reaction to it.

“What ended up working?” came the female voice again, expressing honest curiosity.

“Tea and kindness,” Mako stated unemotionally, eager to move past the topic. “Now let’s get on with this.”

“Of course,” said the female again, tossing what sounded like clanging metal onto the floor at his feet. “You have been given a position among us as promised for your service. Welcome.”

Sakura couldn’t resist. She snuck a peek through the corner of her eyelashes at them then and did not like what she saw. She was in a small gathering room with a domed ceiling, one of the many adobe homes on the outskirts of the Sand Village. She had also miscounted by 1. There were four of them, an extra silent companion seated & leaning against the wall farthest from her, seemingly uninterested. In the same second, Sakura also noted that Mako had bent down to retrieve something she recognized, a headband with a foreign symbol etched onto it—the same symbol she had seen on the headbands of their assailants back at the Tanigakure lodge. She made the connection: these were the same ninja who had followed Sakura and ambushed her and Sasuke in the night. The ninja she had recounted to Gaara, who was supposedly on their trail. How did they manage to get past him?

Just as Sakura thought this, an unexpected thud came from the ceiling accompanied by the crumbling sound of sand. Quiet consumed them as no one moved. Sakura observed quietly as all ninja revealed their weapons in silence as if they were snakes quietly coiling back to strike.

The man in the corner nodded toward the door, and the ninja closest to Sakura’s head disbanded from the group and disappeared within a second. Once outside, the same ninja began swearing loudly at some surprise. Everyone in the room relaxed as a child’s vocal squirming reached their years. The shuffling continued as this child was being brought inside.

“Damn kid must have followed us!” the returning ninja said in annoyance. “Got some bite to him.”

If Sakura hadn’t been laying down already, she would have collapsed in shock and fear at the memorable voice of the child they had just apprehended and threw down next to her. “Get away from me!” Isao shouted, the boy swinging a kunai out in front of him. They laughed wickedly at the boy’s ferocity.

Okay, show’s over.

Protective instincts kicked in swiftly as Sakura successfully reached forward and stole the kunai away from the child in less than a blinking second. There were unanimous intakes of breath throughout the room as Sakura managed to get Isao behind her and compress the blade threateningly against the esophagus of the man who had touched the both of them—it all happened within a microsecond.  Sakura’s sudden revival activated the group’s defense and they were upon her, but she let out a snarl, drawing blood against the man’s throat.

They immediately stopped their advance when the man she had ensnared began to laugh, throat nicking against the knife as he did so. “Do it already,” he breathed through his laugh. “My death will be a part of this effort. It will only help us in our cause.”

Sakura was certainly tempted by that. The way he had roughly handled Isao seconds before with his colossal insensitive hands was like a fresh and bloody burn on her skin, painful and needing the immediate relief of this man’s execution. But something in his words froze her hand. A cause?

“Glad you are finally awake,” came Mako’s distinct tone, a vicious friendliness warming the words again.

“Shut up you liar,” Sakura spat viciously.

“If you let him go, we’ll tell you why we are going to kill you,” came the female’s voice, and Sakura flashed her angry green eyes over in the woman’s direction. Her face and hair were covered, and Sakura acknowledged the same black shemagh that had concealed her attackers in Tanigakure.

Fat chance, she thought. Sakura immediately assessed her chakra levels and was aggravated by how slow chakra was reacting to her body’s summoning of it. Mako was a fellow medic, and Sakura deduced that whatever he had given her had strategically messed with her system and chakra connection. Sakura mutely criticized herself for trusting Mako. How many times would she be tricked in her lifetime? Probably many more, but she would learn from them all. Oh well, she thought. She had had worse odds before. Her only additional complication was Isao because now she was responsible for herself and the 11-year-old boy who had pursued after her. Had he somehow witnessed Mako’s abduction of her?

It was at this moment that the woman at the front of the room began to take off her mask, and Sakura almost dropped the knife altogether. As the black wrap was loosened and it slumped around the woman’s neck, Sakura immediately recognized the face of Hisa, the female medic ninja who had been her assistant throughout Sakura’s entire stay in Kunagakure. Even Isao behind her, gasped when he saw the woman who had helped take care of him.

Sakura’s moment of surprise was all it took for the ninja she stood behind to reach his hand lightning-quick between his own throat and the kunai. He grabbed on to Sakura’s wielded wrist with his left hand and flung her forward over his shoulder. She mentally cursed as she went flying toward the forefront of the room, landing painfully into the opposite wall. She practically went through it, and the side of the adobe house collapsed around her. As she fell, Sakura realized that the brute force used against her revealed their intention to truly kill her. They weren’t planning on preserving her, let alone sparing her life.

Sakura had been launched farther than she initially realized because when she managed to rise from the dust and sand, she winced at the other consequences of her distraction that was now beyond reach. One by one, the villains stepped through the new door that Sakura had made, carrying Isao with them. In the next second, Isao was tossed to the sand, screaming threats and clutching at the thug man’s foot that suddenly pinned down his chest. When the beast applied pressure to the child’s sternum, Isao began to moan in pain.

The sight enraged her, and she broke her silence. “You’re wrong if you think this plan of yours will work!” she screamed at them. “I am nothing to Sasuke. Nothing to anyone, do you hear me?!”

All but the quiet man snickered in response to her declarations, but she continued, seething through her teeth.

“He will not come to save me! You will not get what you want by using me! Let the child go!”

“This isn’t about Sasuke,” replied the wraith-like man who came last through the shattered side of the building’s exterior wall. For the first time since her awakening, the still man walked to the head of the party and addressed her. “Neither is it about the Hokage, or even the Jinchurki. This is about you.”

The night suddenly seemed starless, dark, and void of all sound save the squealing wind. As the stranger spoke this truth, three of the other members flanked his sides before fanning out beside him like Tamari’s fan, creating a close-knit semi-circle. The phantom-like man stood casually in the middle, his face cloaked in the combined darkness of night and the face wrapping he wore. As Sakura looked closer, even this man’s eyes, the only thing that could be seen between the black fabric, seemed like depthless holes of nothing. This man reminded Sakura of a walking desert mirage, some sort of shadow demon hiding in human clothing.

Sakura gritted her teeth as her body instinctively begged her to flee. Isao’s need for her overpowered that. She would die before abandoning him.

“Me?” Sakura asked instead, revealing her honest surprise. “What do you want with me?” It was a trick, the kunoichi told herself. What could they possibly have to gain from killing her when much more powerful figures literally walked side by side with Sakura? There was nothing to gain besides Sasuke’s, Naruto’s, or Kakashi’s ultimate death, defeat, or capture.  

“Your efforts to fix the ‘mentally ill’ goes against the philosophy of our newly founded group,” came Hisa’s poison-dripped answer. Sakura noted that they all took a step toward her in synchrony, tightening in on her a little closer. This practiced pack was testing her and Sakura took a step back to match their own. She was smart enough not to let them surround her like the meal they believed her to be. Sakura felt suddenly empathetic for those mother animals who felt torn between their captured young and their own safety. Let them believe that she was this helpless observer who reeked with fear.

“And what philosophy is that?” She asked, imitating the breaks of a trembling in her throat. She practically seeped the question with distress. It must have had the effect Sakura wanted, for her enemies smiled in response and took another step toward her.

With an insanity that Sakura had not heard in his statements before, Mako declared emphatically, “Progression!”

Sakura couldn’t wait to punch his teeth so far down his throat that Mako’s vocal cords and epiglottis would permanently suffer damage.  

Sakura stammered again, portraying the weakness they wished to see. “Pro--progression?” Another step back. Just a little more.

“Whether or not it is your intention, you will create a shinobi generation of weaklings,” stated the leader again. He essentially breathed more darkness, because the night around her suddenly grew thicker. Was she imagining it, or could this be some sort of jutsu?

“How do you figure that?” she questioned, adding a nervous laugh to her annoyed tinged inquiry. Sakura’s exasperation with their reasoning was starting to make her focus waver.

As she asked, Sakura concentrated on her chakra. She was calling it, calling it, calling it, but it did not spring forth. She would have compared the sensation to drawing blood from a syringe, except her chakra was like liquified cement and the syringe was the size of a pen. If she chose to use it, the Strength of a Hundred Seals just might flood her chakra paths and burst through whatever plug the medicine had caused, or it could potentially well up like water in a dam and she wouldn’t have any access to it. Medically, that might be a concern. And it had only been a few weeks since she had last used her reserves to assist Sasuke crossing dimensions, so would the risk be worth the additional amount behind her forehead?

In an eerie declaration, the masked leader stepped toward her again and said, “If you go around curing the next generation of their anger and pain, brainwashing them with this vision of peace, there will be no more progression.”

“What the hell does that mean?” she asked, all pretense gone now. The confidence in her tone made them stop their encroachment. For a second, Sakura didn’t look so weak to them. They glanced at the leader, the shadow-man, and then again at Mako because Mako knew her best out of the group; he had also drugged her.

“The medicine should still be working. We must hurry though. It won’t last all night.” Listening to this, Sakura inhaled and exhaled, willing the small drip of chakra to pool more heavily in her palm. She would only have one shot before she could collect enough chakra for another one. Sakura took another step back. And another, drawing them away from Isao and his captor. Just a little more. Keep them talking.

“There is peace in the world now,” Sakura baited. “There’s no need for children to suffer through trauma alone anymore.”

The leader did not hesitate a second before responding with the practiced mission justification of their group: “Without anger, hatred, and pain, there is no incentive for war between villages. And without war, there is no need for young shinobi. You will create a generation of weaklings who cannot defend our borders. The world of Shinobi as we know it will disappear.”

Sick freaks, Sakura thought. She was their target because she worked with children? They were afraid that children would be weaker without pain? “The world would be a better place,” she commented, “if there weren’t people like you in it.” Sakura didn’t care to listen to this nonsense anymore. She hated to kill them, but they weren’t giving her much of a choice.

At exactly this moment, Isao had somehow reached into his pocket for another kunai, stabbing it into the foot that held him down. Apparently, the ninja had been distracted by the rest of the pack’s slow pursuit of Sakura and the conversation. Isao left his mark, slicing it clean across the top. The ninja screamed which turned the heads of all those before her. Isao bolted up before anyone had the chance to stop him.

On his feet now, he charged the group and Sakura watched in panic as the ninja he had left behind now followed, brandishing a sword of his own.

“Kill that brat!” came Hisa’s order.

And then Sakura was in the air, her fury propelling her forward and then down on top of them.

Mako let out a cry of alarm, the first to notice her above them. The kunoichi had just enough for one hit, and Sakura prayed the sand wouldn’t buffer too much of it. She fisted the meager amount of chakra between both of her palms, fingers interlocked to make a combined fist. She brought them down as hard as she could at their feet, making it through several feet of sand before she connected it with the ground. Sakura was not able to see the damage done, because not only did sand fill the air, but all light blinked out and a shroud of complete blackness consumed her.

[jessicalynnhepner]

What Every Parent Needs to Know About Child Sex Trafficking

For most police officers, this scene is a familiar one—a young kid gets mixed up with the wrong person and finds him or herself on the wrong side of the law. In virtually every case, this would be the end of the story. The young girl would get a slap on the wrist and be released into her parents’ custody where they could, presumably, set her straight. And, at this point in our story, Officer Scott was prepared to do just that—to trust the overwhelming testimony of prior experience and process this girl out so that he could get on with his shift. But, something was different this time… Discerning the SignsAs Officer Scott sits down to file his paperwork, he’s reminded of last Tuesday’s roll call.  His Sergeant, having recently attended a training seminar on human trafficking, used that day to teach his officers how to identify potential trafficking situations. All of a sudden, alarm bells start going off in Scott’s mind: The Fear — Sure, a kid’s going to be afraid of the consequences. But, this girl seems to fear for her physical safety. She’s acting like there’s something worse waiting for her than an angry mom and dad at home. The Stolen Merchandise – Why did she need a Red Bull and a pack of condoms? Scott recalled that traffickers use starvation to control their victims. Usually, their only choice is to steal the bare necessities. The Boyfriend – Per the owner’s description, this guy was at least 10 years older than she. What were they doing there together in the first place? A New ApproachWith these things in mind, Scott calmly invites the young lady out of holding and brings her to a quieter part of the station, away from prying eyes and menacing glances. She looks cold, so Scott hands her a sweatshirt. As he does, he notices a small tattoo of a crown with the name ‘Hugo’ scrawled beneath it—likely a brand to show who ‘she belongs to.’ They start to chat. This time, he speaks less like a cop and more like a friend. Clearly, she hasn’t had anything to eat for quite a while. Moments later, a female officer appears with a bag from McDonald’s. The three make their way to a private lounge. As they talk, the girl lets her guard down. Scott listens as she describes her broken home life, struggles with friends at school, and her constant search for belonging. All the while, her phone continues to buzz. “Your boyfriend?” “Yes. He just wants to make sure I’m ok.” He really is a great guy, she explains. He’s been there for her when her parents weren’t. He shows her the affection and attention she needs. She feels protected. He loves her……only, sometimes he makes her do things—things she would ordinarily never do. TrustHaving earned at least a glimmer of trust, Scott asks if she would slide her phone over. Reluctantly, she does, and he begins to scroll through the text messages. Wisely, Scott checks his emotions before he begins to read. It doesn’t take him long to realize these are not the supportive words of a loving boyfriend. No, they’re the verbal assaults of a degenerate thug bent on belittling her into submission. Scott does his best to hide his disgust as he reads about threatened consequences for ‘missed quotas.’ Horrified, he sees insults that no human being should ever have to endure, capped off by threats against her little sister for talking to the cops. Officer Scott thanks the young woman for her trust and politely excuses himself to make a call. He can read the writing on the wall: this girl is clearly a victim of trafficking. She needs someone with much more experience than him to help regain her freedom. He picks up the phone, dials his Sergeant, and together, they get to work. What Made the Difference?This story, though generalized in some ways, is rooted in the accounts we hear from police officers every day. The first part of the story is common enough. But, what about the second when, in Scott’s eyes, the girl goes from ‘shoplifter’ to ‘trafficking victim’? Not so much. So, how do we get from A to B? How do we help police officers learn

to look at each ‘punk kid’ as a potential victim, to ask deeper questions, and find the real story lies beneath the surface? Just as in Officer Scott’s story, that turning point comes when an officer recognizes the signs, trusts his or her gut, and decides to unravel that thread. It all starts with that one officer—a soldier on the front lines of the underground battle to set captives free. This can only happen when officials at every level of law enforcement learn to detect the signs and receive the tools they need to bring trafficking victims out of the cruel darkness and into the liberating light of day. National Human Trafficking Law Enforcement Training ProgramAt ERASE, one of the most impactful things we do is train police departments so that they produce more officers like the one in this story. It’s our mission to educate officers to detect the warning signs, identify potential victims, and safely lead them to freedom.  Your donations make this possible. Source Child Sex Trafficking-Not My Child Mom shakes her head and Dad raises his voice. Their 16-year old daughter storms up the stairs. As the bedroom door slams, she collapses on the bed with phone in hand. She’s ready to vent her frustrations one status update at a time. With every angst-laden tap of the keyboard, she lays bare her soul: “Nobody here gets me.” “No one understands!” “I feel unloved.” 📷An hour later, a boy from the next town over reaches out. She doesn’t know him, but they’ve got a few mutual friends, so it’s probably no big deal. He’s cute and thoughtful. And, he seems to understand what she’s going through better than anyone else. For the next two weeks, they exchange messages every day. He’s sweet, a digital shoulder to cry on when nobody else seems to care. They decide to meet up in person, so she borrows Dad’s car “to meet some friends at the mall.” That night, Daddy’s little girl doesn’t come home for dinner and Mom sits up all night. The next morning, they call the police. An officer searches her computer and finds evidence of the girl’s new relationship. Turns out, the boy she thought she knew didn’t exist. And, just like that, she’s gone.Reality check about child sex trafficking At ERASE, we hear heartbreaking tales like this all too frequently. Stories from average families dealing with everyday stresses when out of nowhere, their child is lured right out from under them. Whenever we tell these stories, the most common response goes something like this: “Child trafficking is something that happens to those types of kids out there. We live in a great community and our neighbors are good people who look out for one another. Something like that could never happen to one of my children.” This is the kind of response that makes us cringe. If only parents knew what we know, they wouldn’t be so quick to ignore this real and pervasive threat. Sadly, that very ignorance is what traffickers count on most when looking for children to target. The danger is far more imminent than most parents recognize. If we’re going to protect our children, we need to be clear on the real threats child traffickers impose. Traffickers are Smart, Motivated, and Tech-SavvyA dark and horrific market has grown up around the purchase and sale of human beings. Researchers estimated that, in 2007, Atlanta’s underground sex economy alone brought in $290 million. Even in a far less “saturated” market, sex trafficking in San Diego enables a pimp to pull in over $11,000 per week. Fast forward 10 years and there’s no reason to think that number hasn’t grown. Innocent children aren’t given a pass here. Instead, the most vulnerable among us are routinely bought and sold like property—many of them up to 15 times a day. With business booming, traffickers are working harder than ever to keep up with demand. Leaving no stone unturned, they use social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat, to research, target, and groom children for sexual exploitation. In fact, 77% of sex trafficking victims

report having been initially approached online. Just as a skilled marketer uses sophisticated keyword searches to identify his audience, traffickers monitor social media for anything at all that would suggest an easy target:Children with social media profiles open to public viewing Teenagers posting introspective status updates about feelings of insecurity Boys and girls who are venting about arguments with their parents Like a lion crouched in his thicket, a predator will scan through lines of text looking for vulnerable children to drag off into the tall grass. How many of those lines will have come from one of your children? Yes, your child can be a victim of sex traffickingThe children that traffickers rip from their happy homes aren’t pretend characters on television or disembodied faces from the evening news. They’re our kids, the ones we work hard to raise and the ones we hope to see grow up happy and healthy. They’re the kids we teach to be smart, to mind their surroundings, and never talk to strangers. And yet, we give them free reign to explore every dark corner of the internet via their cell phone. We must do betterLittle more than half of parents closely monitor their children’s online activity. So, when a stranger asks to connect on Snapchat, it’s nearly an even shot that no one will be looking over that kid’s shoulder. You can count on a child trafficker to take that bet. Do you know which platforms your children are using or who they connect with online? Do they have any secret accounts and how would you find out if they did? If someone asked to meet in person, would they do it? Can you be sure? These questions may seem intrusive and even overbearing. However, considering the reality of child trafficking in the United States, we have to ask these questions.  Every day, thousands of children disappear into slavery. We’d like to hope our kids could never be victims but the facts simply don’t allow us that option. Understanding the facts of child trafficking is the first and most important step in prevention. There is HopeGood people around the world are standing up and fighting back against this great moral evil. You don’t have to live in constant fear for your children. The story we shared at the beginning of this post doesn’t have to be your story. And with some common sense and the will to step intentionally into your kids’ digital lives, you can protect them from becoming a victim of sex trafficking. The question is: will you? At ERASE, we want to educate parents on how best to protect their children from online predators. Please take a look at our tips and best practices pages to see how you can teach your children to be safe online.Juvenile Delinquent or Victim of Human Trafficking? Blog Story of a Human Trafficking Victim It’s midnight. Officer Scott pulls his patrol car into the lot of a small, 24-hour convenience store. As he approaches, he peers through the decal-laden glass door to see a middle-aged man struggling to restrain an agitated 16-year old girl. The store owner had caught this young woman and her boyfriend stuffing items into a small handbag. Her companion—a ‘white man in his late 20’s’—had bolted out the door without so much as a backward glance. The last thing on Officer Scott’s mind was “human trafficking victim”. Scott had seen this before. Some young teenager, looking for thrills, decides to pocket a few items from the local bodega and gets grabbed by the watchful owner. As he escorts the girl to his police car, Scott’s treated to an earful. She can’t stop going on about what a jerk he is, how he had violated her rights, and how much trouble she’d be in if he didn’t let her go right away. “Just wait until I call your parents,” he thinks. 📷 The Same Routine When they arrive at the station, Scott walks this young woman to his desk. She can hear the snide remarks of a few men handcuffed to chairs nearby. As they leer conspicuously at her, she shrinks further into herself.  Scott starts in on his typical line of questioning: name,

age, address, and so on. The entire time, her phone buzzes with one text message after another. She begs Scott to let her reply, but he refuses. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk to your parents later.” “I’m not worried about them,” she snaps back. “They don’t give a crap about me, anyway. They’re too busy arguing to even notice I’m around.” Not sure what to make of that outburst, Scott begins to sort through the items she had attempted to steal: a sleeve of Hostess Cup Cakes, a Red Bull, and a box of condoms. “Must be one heck of a boyfriend to leave you there like that, huh?” “You wouldn’t understand. He loves me. He takes care of me.” Angry and frustrated by this girl’s bad attitude and ignorance about that poor excuse for a boyfriend, Officer Scott escorts her to a holding cell and prepares to process her out.Is This the End of the Story?

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Right Back Where You Came From (You Aren't Wanted Here) forrr... NDRV3, since I like the way you write the characters

This one would be Kokichi and Kaito centric!

In this au, NDRV3 killing game was actually virtual reality, like SDR2, but it still takes place during the Tragedy, so the world is messed up. Canon happened as it did (Keebo was just an AI specific to the reality they were in), so everyone wakes up, beats the hell out of Shirogane (or just leaves her in the vr machine) and tries to make their way out into a tragic world. 

The group decides to band together, except... most of the group still heavily dislikes Kokichi. They consider his behavior ingame to be unforgiveable. So either they hate him for the things he did while they were still alive, or they hate him for killing Kaito. The only people who don’t immediately hate his guts are Kaede, Rantaro, and Kaito himself: the first two bc Kokichi wasn’t that bad in chapter 1, and the later bc he and Kaito bonded with plotting their murder. 

(Side note, after ppl died, their avatars were turned off, so they have no clue what happened after they died. Everyone rewatched V3 once they woke up and seeing something on a screen is different from living it.)

There’s major tension between Kokichi and the group until he can’t take it anymore and says something to piss off the entire group (perhaps along the lines of “I helped Shirogane lure you all in for our killing game!”...) and then he takes off. 

Kaito is pissed to hell and back that they fell for such an obvious lie--lets say that the “script” Kokichi gave him for the 5th trial included notes for how and why he makes up lies, since changing the how and why would indicate an obvious change even if no one knows why the change happened. So he knows that Kokichi only lied about something so big to give him an excuse to self isolate. 

Also, Kaede and Rantaro are also angry, but their not the center of the fic. Kaede, bc their area is surrounded with despairs, and Rantaro is getting flashbacks to his sisters going missing. 

The group is unwilling to take Kokichi back into the group, with Shuichi and Maki even saying that his actions in the killing game were worse than Shirogane’s. Kaito doesn’t give a shit. Kaito is very disappointed in them both and goes off to find Kokichi and bring him back. Kaede and Rantaro go with him. 

Throughout the travel section of the fic, there would be little blurbs quoting certain parts of Kokichi’s script and Kaito treats them like they’re fact and bases them on where Kokichi could be. He justifies this by saying that Kokichi once told him that the best lies come from the truth. For example, there’s a whole list of lies about Kokichi’s origins, and only one of them names a specific place, so he interoperates that one as the truth. 

With the help of Rantaro’s tracking and Kaede’s enhanced hearing, they manage to find Kokichi... who’s made himself the leader over a bunch of kids. Kokichi acts all cocky, pretending that everything’s fine, but Kaito cuts through his words! Kokichi is barely managing to take care of all these kids. After a few days of helping with the kids and talking to Kokichi, they convince him and the group to come back and stay with them.