#new methods must be deployed

[layton-heritage-posts]

i came here from the BDSM fluffery and stayed to find out there's an expansive lore. What do you mean there's a yuri fanfic about you and another heritage blog?? you have an evil clone??? Fascinating fascinating I am intrigued to learn more! And also more about this lovely game franchise you seem so fond of, I am only familiar with ace attorney so this is!!! Wonderful news to a curious lot such as myself that there are MORE.

-sincerely, an experiment

1. The fanfiction author has their own blog where all the lore about heritage yuri is compiled, @lhpxaahpya

2. My evil clone exists purely to mock my very existence. They are also a relatively new addition to the layton Heritage posts cinematic universe

3. If you are an ace attorney fan you're gonna feel right at home with Layton games. The trifecta of Ace Attorney, Professor Layton and Ghost Trick has been unofficially titled as "superwholock for people who like ds visual novels".

4. You don't even know half of my lore yet. The Heritagesona. The triple Baka Video. The underground archive where I live. The fact that you have to kill me to become the new LHP. The-

5. If you're looking for a place to get started, I recommend either:

- Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright

A crossover game between ace attorney and professor layton, in case the title wasn't obvious enough. Perfect game for people who only know ace attorney ans wanna dip their toes into layton games. Also the Perfect game for people who only know professor layton and wanna try out ace attorney. Both the Puzzles and Court Cases are easier than in the other games and the story. Let's just say the story is a handful but it's still a really good game.

- Professor Layton and the Curious Village

The first ever Layton game, recently remastered for mobile phones and such its the most easily available game on the list (aside from piracy or a hacked 3ds obviously). It's certainly shows it's age and a case of "first-game-in-the-series-itis", but that luckily doesn't hurt the game that badly and is still a good time.

- Professor Layton and the Specter's Call

You know how with star wars there is the original trilogy and the prequel trilogy? It's the same with Layton.

Curious village is the first game in the og trilogy, and Specters Call is the first game in the prequels. Personally, this is the game I usually recommend to start with because I think it perfectly encapsulates that Layton feel, but this is just my opinion. It's fun, it's mystery element is great, I love the aesthetic, banger game.

[windvexer]

Ritual Gestation and Birth: A relatively low-spoons method (at least I think so) of creating powerful* servitors, enchantments, etc

*Powerful as compared to other techniques that work worse.

A common spellcasting method is to immediately deploy the spell once the casting is complete. In fact, deployment is often a part of the casting ritual in and of itself.

A different option is to keep the spell vessel in a state of magical gestation over a period of days or weeks, so that it slowly matures, gains strength, and solidifies, until it's born into this world, ushered by your hands.

This method is opposed to one where huge amounts of energy need to be raised at once. It's not a technique I'm able to manage in a sustainable way, and I find the results to be a little too... jittery.

If you are a witch who must not, or may not, raise lots of energy at once, this technique may be more manageable. It involves supervising a pot of spell, a bit like a simmering pot of stew, but overall I find it to be less of a draining process. Perhaps other people will find the same.

I believe that creating a magical seed (or embryo, if you like), and tying it to a physical object - such as a candle, crystal, piece of jewelry, charm bag, poppet, and so on - is in and of itself a powerful act of magic. This is why a candle can be enchanted, immediately burned, and still result in miraculous effects.

However, I also believe that giving the seed time to magically gestate can produce deeply powerful, effective, and long-lasting (or perhaps better to say, permanent) results. This isn't the same as completing a casting and letting the enchantment sit until you're ready to use it - it's an active process of nurturing.

Instead of immediately sending a spell to go out and work, sending it to a gestation phase is an easy change. If our spellcasting methodologies are anything alike, all you've got to do (in crude terms) is to swap out your targeting/release portion of the spell with an introduction to the magical womb, or egg, or embryonic sack, (&etc), within which the spell will grow and gain strength.

Examples:

If you direct energy as you raise it, instead of chanting, focusing, writing, or affirming that the spell goes to the target as you raise the energy, instead C/F/W/A that the spell goes into the gestational vessel.

If you gather energy and imprint/program it before you deploy it, send it to the gestational vessel instead of the target.

If you fully enchant a spell vessel (such as enchanting a candle, or creating a poppet), after the spellcasting is complete, instruct the new spell to rest and grow strong within the gestational vessel, until it's time to be fully born.

After the spell is cast, and you have magically moved the spell into its gestation phase, the spell components should be placed securely within the gestational vessel and tended to until they're ready to be born.

The "gestational vessel" is a physical object - in Traditional Witchcraft, this is most suitably the cauldron. But the gestational vessel only needs to meet a few qualifications, regardless of its ability to make campfire stews:

The gestational vessel must have a secure lid, even a makeshift lid, which blocks out the light.

It must be large enough to completely hold the physical components of the spell which it gestates.

It must be able to be stored without disruption, where no unqualified persons may accidentally remove the lid or disturb it.

Additionally:

Moving the vessel doesn't seem to typically disrupt what's growing inside. It can be taken down from a shelf, etc.; as long as the lid isn't opened without due cause.

I do not personally consecrate gestational vessels to that special purpose. I tend to use multi-use vessel which I'll use for other things later.

When the spell is inside of the magical egg (tired of saying gestation), it becomes your job to tend to it by providing energy. This can take many forms, and is an intuitive process.

Feeding the spell can be done in any manner which you usually recharge objects, or provide offerings to spirits. The line is blurred here, I think.

Feed the spell more of what you fed it in order to create it; that is, more of the same energy you raised, more of the same emotion you spent, and so on.

If preferred, feed the spell food, candle, and incense offerings. A general offering of "white light," or another creative energy, also does well here.

Intuition may advise that different foods are wanted by the spell at different times. Do with that as you please.

Those able to "tune in" to the energies of their spells and environment may find it to be very easy to keep track of the embryonic spell's hunger. Otherwise, follow a simple schedule.

I usually do not find that spells need to be fed every day, and when they require feeding, I do not find that they respond to huge amounts of energy or offerings.

Feeding about every three days is a safer bet for me.

I notice that an excess of provided energy just seems to pool up and go to waste.

A feeding may be as simple as placing a bit of your dinner next to the gestation vessel along with an offering charm, or if you're able to, lighting a single tea light.

Persons interested in psychism may have an excellent time noting the energetic change in the spell as the gestation develops.

The lid may be carefully opened to peek inside, especially if normally helpful intuition fails without peeking in; but treat the vessel gently, as if a tiny embryonic baby chicken is inside. Be quiet and gentle, and avoid disrupting the lid unless you really need to.

Ahead of time, before you even cast the spell, you should have decided how long you're going to gestate it for. Three days, or a full moon cycle, or dark to full moon, are a good bet; so is one week if you're doing a planetary thing. I find that even a shorter gestation period provides delightful results compared to doing none at all.

Intuition may advise that the spell is ready to be born early, or would like to stay a little longer.

If intuition is not your ally in these matters, follow the schedule you've set. All will be well.

The appointed time has arrived - the spell is to be born! (Celestial enthusiasts may be wise the the idea of birthing their spell at a special hour, day, or election).

Frankly, popping off the vessel lid, saying, "your time of rest is done, you are now at full power, go now and begin your duties" will perfectly suffice.

But better can be achieved.

If possible, consider employing a birthing ritual. Here are ideas, in no particular order:

Symbols of a gateway or passageway are very good, even something as simple as two stones or two candles to mark a 'gate'.

Using an actual doorway, especially moving from indoors to outdoors (or vice-versa, depending on the nature of your spell).

Using a hag stone to represent pulling the spell from the faerie world into our physical one; the reverse process of how such a stone is often employed.

Using a family tradition, or religious or cultural tradition, to celebrate the birth of a new baby; even if this tradition is only symbolically simulated through key points ("I am the grandpa of this family, and as the grandpa, I announce the new baby's name!")

Doing something celebratory and evocative, like that Lion King scene where Rafiki holds up baby Simba, etc.

In general, the spell should be removed from the gestation pot in a ritualistic way, glistening with the gravity of ushering new life into this world.

The spell may be carefully taken from the vessel and passed through a doorway or liminal space; symbolically drawn through a hag stone or other physically impassable space; held up to greet the first light of the day, or the light of a certain moon phase; be passed over a fire; or any number of ritualistic acts to denote movement into a new phase of life.

At this time, you should magically assert that the spell is born, and ready to do its task.

Of course, you do more. And in these matters, I find that more is better.

A christening ceremony, or a baptism, is most excellently employed to further empower this new life to be a living being in our world, capable of great influence and change - as we all imagine our children will be.

A bit of anointing oil, a touch of holy water, a formal naming ceremony ("I name you, My Paycheck is Cleared. Your name is My Paycheck is Cleared."), whatever you like - especially include a small gift to the spell (perhaps a few coins to set it on the right path in life), or - I suppose this post has gotten long enough. You can perhaps imagine what more could be done.

When all is said and done, employ the spell; light it if it's a candle, whisper things to it if it's a poppet, hang it up if it's supposed to be hung up, and so on.

Do mind that such things, having being born into this world and given real life, do not tend to quit it so quickly as only bornless energies that are diffused just as they were raised; like waves, forming and dissipating.

Things with birthdays and names and birthday presents and baptisms and godparents tend to feel as if this world is theirs, too.

I am generally not very much of a "be careful" sort of poster, but for this sort of technique, I'd recommend being careful. It really does work fantastically, and that's the problem.

Feed the spell with your blood at the moment of conception, and at the moment of birth, for something extra delightful.

[shiyorin]

I'm just wondering how the High Lords of Terra will react to the Inquisitor's report on Yandere Astartes

Sure it won't end well but they know what to do.

+++ HIGHEST SEAL - HIGH LORDS OF TERRA

+++ SUBJECT: RE - INVESTIGATION INTO SUSPECTED ADEPTUS ASTARTES GENEFLAW

FROM THE THRONES OF THE HIGH LORDS OF TERRA:

Let the record reflect that Inquisitor [REDACTED]'s findings have been received and carefully analyzed by this most esteemed conclave. We commend your diligence in identifying this supposed "Geneflaw" affecting our vaunted transhuman warriors.

However, we must respectfully disagree with the Inquisitor's dire assessments and recommendations. To advocate the systematic extermination of countless Astartes Chapters, and thus weaken our Imperium at so tenuous a juncture, would be unforgivably shortsighted.

Instead, we propose an alternative stratagem to weaponize and harness these new "urges" infecting the Adeptus Astartes.

Based on the documented cases, it is now clear these divergent behaviors all stem from overpowering obsessions and perverse fixations towards certain unaugmented humans. Whether driven by abhorrent lust, deranged infatuation or utter self-destructive piety, the underlying essence seems a primal, animalistic drive to "possess" these individuals.

We must accept this metamorphosis as an opportunity, not a flaw. Just imagine the vast strategic potential of such unwavering, all-consuming devotion!

If provided "regulated doses" of these subjects, we could conceivably drive entire companies of Astartes into suicidal frenzies of zeal and ferocious protectiveness. Their battle-disciplines would be reinforced through the biological imperative to defend their "Obsessions" from harm.

A theoretical approach is outlined below:

1) Identify and indoctrinate vast stocks of psycho-bombinally suitable mortal humans to serve as "Fixation Targets"

2) Embed these "Fixation Units" within key Astartes deployments as "Distress Bait"

3) When Astartes succumb to these new gene-coded hungers, allow "bonding" under highly regulated circumstances

4) Closely monitor Astartes unit efficiency and combat fervency, providing "Fixation Targets" on a reward-basis

5) Deploy newly dedicated hunter-killer Astartes squads to priority war zones reinforce as needed with replenished "Fixation Units"

Properly implemented, this "Obsession Doctrine" would transform our Astartes into perfect weapon of fanatical, borderline psychotic intensity.

Casualties from "casualties of passion" would be relatively minor compared to the renewed slaughter they could inflict upon our foes. Even if entire Astartes assets are spent in the process, their sacrifices would be accepted as the highest honors.

This is the price of victory. The tormented spirits of these unaugmented mortals are a small cost to bear for the future dominance of Holy Imperium.

[ATTACHED: Proposal for funding "Fixation Unit" indoctrination camps on feral, non-compliant worlds. Methods for triggering and reinforcing selected psychosis strains…]

Let the Imperium's enemies fear the consequences of our newly unfettered wrath.

For the Emperor, no sacrifice is too unthinkable.

The High Lords of Terra shall catalogue your counsel under the highest seal.

Thought for the Day: "The path of virtue is narrow and sown with graven thorns. It is our eternal struggle to walk its bloody miles."

-High Lord of Terra

[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 1 2400 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say”

“Y/N” Tony says, exasperated, “I want you to say that you’ll be more careful”

“That’s a bit rich, comin’ from you”

Natasha scoffs at the young woman’s reply, quickly shrugging at Steve, who is positioned directly across from her in the quinn-jet.

“I” Stark continues, “Didn’t just ransack an entire underground base-“

“No, you were just waiting outside said base, with a shit-tone of explosives”

This time, Romanoff doesn’t even bother to disguise her laughter, much to the dismay of the other, more uncomfortable passengers.

“I also have a billion-dollar suit-”

“I can make myself one, if us matching would make you feel any better”

The offer silences Tony, who rubs at his goatee, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as he considers his sister.

“I’m sorry me doing my job makes you nervous” she offers calmly, standing up from her spot to pace towards the main console, “but, look on the bright side, we got all the tech we wanted, and, it’s one less HYDRA lair for SHIELD to worry about bringing down”

“She’s right, Tony” Steve inserts, speaking for the first time since their departure, “I’m not gonna say I agree with her method-”

“Oh good” Stark counters, still clearly irritated, “Because for a second there, it sounded like you were going to praise my little sister for jumping head on into a fight without backup”

“I had back up” Y/N mutters, keying something into the computer

“Like who?” Tony bristles,

“You” she answers, turning to face him.

It’s clear from the silence that follows, that that is something she was expecting him to have known already.

It’s also clear that her having that level of unwavering faith in him, is something he didn’t consider as a possibility.

He’s suddenly very flattered. It shows.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and everyone notices how identical the expression looks when it’s her who’s wearing it.

Tony smiles the rest of the way back to New York. Not even Fury chastising them for their ‘rash actions’ does much to temper his new found elation. In fact, when he tries to scold Y/N, by saying that ‘Reckless impulsivity’ must be a genetic trait they share, he only seems to get happier.

Steve looks somewhat satisfied with the days events, and Natasha is boarder line chipper considering her usual blank facade.

“What did you go back for?” she whispers, when Y/N eventually takes her seat, back at her side, “i pochemu ty pryachesh' eto ot svoyego brata?” and why are you hiding it from your brother?

“because it’s not any of his business” she answers calmly, ignoring the quirk in Steve’s brow, “Eto to, chto ya dumayu, prinadlezhit Sardzhentu Barnsu”

“Sargent Barnes?” Natasha echos, shock making her forget her place for once.

Rodgers snaps up in his seat, eyes suddenly trained in on the women-

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who he is” Y/N chides, “I know damn well you’ve both been tracking him for months-”

“You know Bucky?!” Steve demands in a hushed tone, acutely aware of their lack of privacy.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” she quotes, not bothering to hide her smirk.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Language” the women tease in unison.

Natasha has taken the minute of distraction to compose herself.

It’s hardly surprising Y/N has caught on to their lame attempts at locating the former assassin. They’ve been hacking into her tech after all-

“No offence” she chides, “but did either of you really think nobody was going to notice a bunch of Stark drones being deployed covertly with no authorisation? ”

It’s clear from Steve’s expression that that’s exactly what he’d thought.

“You’re lucky it was me who caught on” she says, “Tony would have put a stop to it pretty fast, y’know, he’s still a little sour about the whole he murdered our parents thing”

“Y/N/N” Steve begins, clearly desperate, “He didn’t know- there is no way Bucky would’ve-”

She raises a hand to silence him, nodding over at her brother who is still blissfully focused on the navigation software.

“You’ve been keeping him off our tracks” Natasha realises, blinking between the siblings, “You are the one that’s been helping me decrypt the security codes-”

Y/N just shrugs.

“You’re actually quite good” she comments, “for a field agent”

Natasha rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder playfully.

Steve shifts anxiously on his seat clearly trying to process the information he’s just been hit with.

“If you” he begins, “If you’ve already been doin’ that, would- would you help us? I’m sure with you runnin’ some of the kit we track him down in-”

“I don’t need to track him down” Y/N says pleasantly, shutting her eyes, “I know exactly where he is”

Before either of the others could formulate a response, she’d put her headphones in, and was leaning back against the wall, seemingly serene.

Steve had festered for the entire journey back, sharing strained looks at Natasha who seemed to be utterly unwilling to share in his urgent need to do something.

Once they’d landed, Tony had rushed his sister down to their lab to run some tests on the things they’d brought back, and to update Banner who’d been staying behind with Clint.

Much to his continued dismay, Black Widow had only cautioned him against doing anything stupid where the Starks were concerned. Warning him that he was on thin ice with Tony already, and reminding him of the older man’s protective nature, when it came to his sister.

“But she knows Nat” he’d insisted, “she knows his name, she knew about the bridge, about what he said-”

“maybe” Natasha allows

“-How?! How the hell does she know about that” he half demands, “and how, has does she know ‘exactly where he is!?”

“I don’t kn-”

“Shocking” Y/N says, pushing the door to the room open with a smile on her face, “You’re in the dark about’ somethin’ Red? I’d never have believed it-“

Before the spy can react the teasing, Steve has reacted, he’s turned, jaw locked as he reaches out to grip her arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

She stiffens at the sudden contact, and Natasha takes a step towards the pair.

Their eyes are locked together, Y/N looks almost curious by the boldness of the mans actions, but she can tell that he’s hurting her, even though she knows him well enough to be certain it’s not deliberate.

“Steve…” she cautions, astutely aware of the way that the other woman is assessing the scenario “let her go”

“Unless you want you and your old buddy to have a matching set” Y/N says, flicking a glance at his hand, “then I’d do what she says.”

Steve releases her instantly, ashamed of the way he’d acted on instinct, without considering how he much have hurt her in the process.

“I’m sorry” he says sincerely, taking a step back, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know” Y/N accepts, damp hair falling in front of her face as she offers him an amused smile, “Don’t worry about it”

“Y/N/N” Nat begins, hopeful that if she can do the talking, they might stand a chance of leaving this interaction with more information then they’d started with, “You said you know where Barnes is located”

“I did” she agrees, leaning on the counter, “I do”

Steve watches her, body thrumming with adrenaline.

“How?” Nat presses, “we’ve been running drones-”

“I know what you’ve been doin’” she replies, “and don’t get me wrong, I love a satellite controlled drone as much as the next girl, but I’ve been takin’ a different approach in terms of gettin’ an updated location-”

“-and that is?”

“I called him a couple of days ago.”

Steve’s jaw drops open, Natasha’s locks shut.

Y/N looks at the duo, and her amusement visible shifts to something more akin to sympathy, when she sees how earnestly Steve wants information about his friend.

“He’s alright…” she offers, “… safe”

“He has a cell phone?” Nat mumbles, more annoyed at herself for not figuring that out, than she is absorbed in the nuance of the conversation

“He takes your calls?”

“Well yeah” Y/N replies to both of them, “I check in every now and then”

“You… check in, on the winter soldier?”

“Are we still calling him that?” she quips, turning to look at Natasha, “I mean, we can I guess, but it sounds a little formal don't you think? I usually stick with Bucky"

Steve is still speechless. He just blinks dumbly at the women for a second, thoughts racing.

“What?” Y/N chides, “You’re the only one allowed to make new friends?”

He runs a hand through his hair, starring at her again.

“Is that what you are? His friend?”

She thinks his tone is awfully protective, if a little suspicious. It doesn’t take her long to decide that it’s endearing, rather than offensive, so she offers him a smile before shrugging, and murmuring a “somethin’ like that” that makes Natasha scoff.

Another, longer silence fills the room. Nobody seems keen on breaking it, and the mutual air of acceptance that has come with it.

Steve isn’t sure why he trusts the woman’s intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does.

Natasha has always loved Y/N. Their bond goes deeper and further back then any of the others know, so there was never any part of her that was going to risk upsetting her over a man she’s never spoken to.

“He’s expecting a call tonight” Y/N says finally, “I'll tell him you say hello”

The hope that flairs behind Steve’s eyes is sweet. He grins and takes a step towards her, he catches himself though, and slows his movements, feeling absurdly guilty about the way he’d greeted her earlier.

“I’m not giving you his number” she tells him firmly, with no hint of apology

“Please” he asks, feeling the optimism he’d been experiencing a moment ago dissipate like smoke, “Y/N-”

“I can’t” she replies, looking at the other woman for support, “He knows you’re looking for him, Steve, he knows where I live, I-”

“is he angry at me?”

“What?” both girls say in unison

“Why would he be angry at you?” Y/N asks, as Natasha offers her a confused glance.

“I- I left him, I-“

“You nearly died” Black Widow inserts, “He nearly killed you”

“That doesn’t matter Nat, I-”

“No” Y/N says calmly, “No Steve, he’s not angry with you- He’s-” she sighs, “He’s not angry at anybody”

“So why-”

“He’s scared, Steve” Natasha says, as if that answer had been obvious, “I mean can you blame the guy?”

Y/N averts her eyes, but it’s obvious from her expression that she agrees.

“I don’t-”

“God, Steve” the red head continues, "He's clearly running from something, and right now, my money's on us-”

“-Oh, god…”

Y/N looks up seeing, hearing the remorse in their voices.

“He’s fine” she repeats, “but he’s not ready for a reunion”

It looks like he might cry. She can barely handle it, so she moves in, closing the few steps between them, and pulls him into a hug.

He laughs into her shoulder, shocked at the contact, but not displeased. He holds onto her, before nodding when she pulls away.

“Would-” he sighs, clearly emotional, “Would’ya tell him, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll give him space, and I- I swear I never meant to make it any harder on him I just- I just miss him-”

“I’ll tell him, I promise”

He nods again, and reigns himself back in, the best he can, pawing at his face to stop tears from filling his eyes.

“So…” Nat begins, “…what did you bring back for him?”

Steve turns to face the spy, and then the Stark.

Y/N is grinning, as she pulls a silver chain from her pocket.

“What’s that?” Romanoff asks, looking at the dog tag that’s hanging from it almost suspiciously, “and why do you think it’s his?”

“Because it is” Y/N answers calmly, “Isn’t it?”

She hands it to Steve, who holds it like it’s fragile, like it’s precious, or like he’s worried it might disappear.

He turns the tag over in his fingers, looking at the familiar engraving with awe.

“It… that… that’s not possible”

“Clearly, it is” Y/N teases, taking it back from his hands, “He told me about it once, said he’d never taken it off before he fell- when I saw it in that drawer I figured I should probably get it back to him”

“We had them made” Rodgers says, “when we got him out of that camp, everyone was jokin’, said it was so if one of us got lost, we’d get brought back to the other”

“Where’s yours?” she asks, eying his baron neck,

“Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

The sadness in his tone is heavy. It pulls at Y/N’s heart strings until one almost snaps in her chest.

“Well, maybe it’ll come back to you one day” is all she says, even though she feels like she owes him more than that.

He forces a chuckle and nods.

“How are you gonna get it to him?” he asks, clearly nervous, “it could get-”

“I’m going to hand it to him” she says, “I’m not going to risk sending it in the mail, Steve, I promise”

His curiosity is clearly sparked again, but this time, he bites his tongue.

The trust he’s putting in her is tangible. She offers him a smile, and tucks the necklace away.

“I’m gonna get back to T-” she announces, pressing a peck against Natasha’s cheek, “I’ll let you know how he’s getting on”

“We’ll stop the drones” the other woman offers,

“You don’t have to” Y/N replies over her shoulder, “they’re way off track”

Steve shakes his head, dismayed- earlier that week they’d been sure they’d gotten a lead in Budapest.

“We really weren’t ever close?” Nat asks, almost irritated

“No” she replies apologetically, “But if it helps, you were up against me, so you never really stood a chance”

“Careful, darlin” Steve cuts in, “you’re startin’ to sound-”

“Like an arrogant douche bag” Natasha finishes for him,

Y/N laughs, loud and hearty like her brother.

“Maybe it’s genetic” she suggests playfully, “Recklessness, Impulsivity, Arrogance, I’m sure Fury’s puttin’ a list together-”

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[vioranhyperfixation]

Disable!Damian Al Ghul au #4

Times in the lounge of assassin #1

[=] Damian Al Ghul

• Damian spent 95% of his time in the LoA studying and doing mission.

• Damian grew up with a lot of studying to make up for his disabilities, but that doesn't mean he doesn't experience discrimination. He experienced it, a lot. But if he learned one or two things from his grandfather is that, if you just actually look, he mean look, at everything you can see they have hidden advantage. You just need to search, and then they have everything in it, so he view it as being spoiled ( in his case it is)

• His past time is either watching Jason and #011 doing whatever they do as he talk about whatever he like, or he does whatever he feel like at that moment.

• With Jason he also like to hear him rant about his past live in Gotham, they got to gossip real quick once Jason got news on what happened in Gotham.

• He had at least done everything once in his time at LoA.

• He's being teach everything including but not limited to LoA and Al Ghul way of killing.

• Around the same time he realised he wants #011 as insurance, he also realised how bad his position is and need a quick insurance so he end up with a proposal for an entire new organization with no ties.

• He somehow managed to get the approval after wondering around the world in three month, three fatal wound, and dying once.

• That wondering around fill up with scamming, gaslight, gatekeep, making up myth and legend that's absolutely not there.

• His organization is build around everything he's sure will benefit him.

• Most or the members of his organization is handpicked by Damian, either he found them somewhere and inviting them with a formal letter. Or that he saw them when he's in his mission, look useful, pick them up, and brought them back.

• Damian goes around with a wheelchair, before he got his attendant he usually wheel them himself so he pack quite a punch.

• He got his attendant after his first time dying on his 6th birthday

• His attendant is a meta with tentacles at her back that she can control as she wish.

• Damian internally keep side eyeing Ra's.

• Damian still get a lot of mission, but it's nothing involving killing as it suggests that he's a possible heir of Al Ghul.

• Damian enjoyed his mission as Ra’s would let him keep one thing or two from his mission as long as it did not affect the aftermath of the mission. And he also met his friends and his insurance there.

• One of his organization member + Insurance that he gained from the mission is when he was tasked with dealing on a slavery action. Some people from that place did not have other places to go, so Damian decided to take them with him to be his agent in his organization that he built and divide their training method depending on their talent which would be beneficial for him in the long run.

• The people that he take as to his organization would be sheltered and trained to be the best version of their place, the minimum of time they must spent is two years before they got deployed

• The system he uses is different for each kind of member, it works depending on the results of the method, but the main system is the reward system. How it works is simple. At the end of your training and mission you would be given coin’s based on your progress and outcome, that coins would be stored into your id and barcode, and that coin is the currency that you can use to get whatever you want within the organization.

• The agent of the month gets a lot of work benefits.

• His organization cover a lot of things, from medical to resort to entertainment but the main bussiness is trade.

• The bussiness may be different but all the employees, even the one that's unaware of the big boss are all required to be capable of self defense and the routine if an emergency happened.

• He is generous with the pay

• I mean, he is loaded. Why must he care?

• He is very judgemental so all his personal personel is very talented.

[houseofpurplestars]

I want to share this (from August '23), so you can get an idea of the collusion between the PA (and PLO) and the zionist entity. (The PLO is still the internationally recognized "representative" of the Palestinian people, since the occupation has continually fought efforts for Palestinians to have their own rightful state.) From RNN:

The Jenin Phenomenon: New Details Reveal the PA's Plan to "End Resistance"

PIJ leader Maher Al-Akhras revealed aspects of a special security plan led by the Palestinian Authority's Security Services to end what it calls the "Jenin Phenomenon." The plan includes deploying hundreds of PA Presidential Guard soldiers at the entrances and gates of the city and the camp as part of the PA's "sacred security coordination" with the zionist enemy. This is an extension of previous US-backed plans that have been brewing for months.

According to Al-Akhras, the PA set up a security operations room in Jenin that includes senior security figures in the PA, including those who led the PA plan to attempt to dismantle the Lions' Den. These figures represent all aspects of the PA Security Forces, and Presidential Guard members were added.

They equipped the PA headquarters with dozens of individuals responsible for preventing any celebrations of resistance in Jenin. Akhras noted that these individuals were armed and provided with armored vehicles, spread across various PA headquarters in the city and the camp. Their exclusive role is to pursue any demonstration celebrating any resistance operation or to besiege and surround any march of resistance fighters in the camp.

Al-Akhras indicated that this room is the result of a plan approved after the traitorous Aqaba and Sharm El-Sheikh meetings between the PA and zionist enemy with US oversight, mainly activated after the recent Jenin invasion and in light of the heroic acts of resistance to repel the occupation forces from the camp.

The PA presented a plan that includes a set of points to "empty" the Jenin Brigade, the first of which is to bargain with the resistance fighters to surrender their weapons in exchange for receiving a pardon from the occupation and ensuring they are not pursued. The plan also offers jobs and money similar to what the PA attempted to do with the Lions' Den last fall; this plan depends on the same figures who tried to make these deals with Lions' Den fighters to "apply their vision and plan."

Further, the plan includes methods of threats and intimidation in terms of arrest and refusal to release even if court orders were issued—as is the case for fighters Musab Shtayyeh, Murad Malaysha, and Mohammed Brahma—linking the arrest of resistance fighters to the responsibility of the higher PA security agencies, and threatening the families of the wanted with the possibility of their assassination at any moment in order to continuously intimidate them.

He pointed out that this plan as a whole reflects the desire to implement the statements of PA President Mahmoud Abbas who stated, "We will not allow Balata to become like Jenin," indicating his desire to "resolve" the existence of resistance.

Al-Akhras considered these measures a clear participation by the PA in the liquidation of the resistance and ending its presence, while the PA stands by and watches the crimes of the settlers and their open war against the Palestinian people.

Al-Akhras called on "the leadership of the Fatah movement and the honorable members of the movement to take a stand against these measures that target all resistance fighters equally, aiming to secure the occupation at the expense of the blood of our people and the lives of its sons," and "The Authority must release the resistance fighters it recently arrested."

He added, "The Authority must know its duty. Where is it regarding the Palestinian concern?"

Al-Akhras reaffirmed, "The Islamic Jihad movement is continuing on the path of resistance, and it will not be concerned with those who have let it down."

Further, this evening, a meeting was held between the head of the "Shin Bet," Ronen Bar, and the Secretary of the Executive Committee of the Palestine Liberation Organization, Hussein Al-Sheikh, with the aim of increasing security coordination between the Palestinian Authority and zionist entity and strengthening the PA, a day after the entity rewarded the PA with a one year debt freeze.

[mariacallous]

U.S. President Joe Biden has asked for an additional $14 billion in new military aid for Israel, a request that lawmakers are now considering. Yet as Palestinian civilian deaths rise and disagreements grow between the U.S. and Israeli governments on the methods and outcomes of the fighting, passage of a massive amount of military support further tying the United States to Israel’s prosecution of the war must not be treated as a rubber-stamp exercise.

As negotiations continue this week on an emergency funding package that includes military assistance to Israel alongside aid for Ukraine and humanitarian relief, lawmakers must ask some tough questions of the Biden administration and the Israeli government.

First, does Israel actually have financial need? Even if Israel is seeking additional arms for legitimate security purposes, such a desire for additional weapons does not by itself establish a fiscal imperative for U.S. taxpayers to foot the bill. While some senior lawmakers no doubt have memories of an Israeli economy working earnestly to catch up with older states, recent decades have seen Israel become a comparatively wealthy nation.

According to 2022 World Bank figures, Israel has a per capita GDP higher than that of each of France, Germany, Japan, the United Kingdom, and Saudi Arabia—and more than 12 times that of Ukraine, the other recipient of military aid in the request before Congress. Due diligence requires that lawmakers seek evidence that Israel cannot reasonably pay for necessary additional arms itself.

Additionally, lawmakers should ask whether Israel—already the largest recipient of U.S. foreign aid—has used tens of billions of dollars in U.S. military support to date in a way that enhances rather than harms its security. In addition to supplying Israel with decades of arms and assistance, the U.S. Congress has repeatedly and rightly condemned Hamas’s horrific Oct. 7 attack and atrocities against Israel, and expressed support for its ally’s right and duty to protect its people. Yet, as multiple reports have now made clear, Israel’s failure to prevent Hamas’s brutal attack was not due to lack of weapons or resources—it was a failure of the Israeli government to detect the assault and deploy its forces accordingly.

Not only did Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and his government ignore the dire situation in the Gaza Strip and the Israeli security personnel who warned of Hamas’s plans, they also prioritized sending military forces to the West Bank, where the far-right settlers who make up a substantial part of Netanyahu’s supporter base were intensifying government-backed harassment of Palestinian communities.

Israel nearly doubled the number of its battalions in the West Bank in the months before Oct. 7. That left Israel’s south poorly defended prior to the attacks, with Israeli experts themselves blaming the slow response to the Hamas attack on the fact that so many troops were in the West Bank.

Even amid the current war and the emergence of horrific new details of Hamas’s atrocities against Israelis in the south, the Netanyahu government advanced a budget earlier this month that would allocate the equivalent of tens of millions of new dollars to fund illegal settlement projects in the West Bank. Money is fungible, and U.S. workers are owed an explanation as to why they should backfill gaps in Israeli military funding that were caused, in part, by settlement activity that only exacerbates a wider Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

The Israeli government’s unending project of settlement expansion and Palestinian displacement raises another critical question: Will Israel use U.S.-funded weapons in accordance with both U.S. and international law?

While the more than 15,000 Palestinians estimated to have been killed in Gaza no doubt include some number of Hamas combatants, the overwhelming number are civilians—and an estimated more than half or even two-thirds of them were women and children. Such figures are prima facie evidence that Israel has not adhered to its obligation under international law to take all reasonable precautions to avoid civilian losses and damage to civilian infrastructure.

In fact, Israeli researchers have reported that the Israeli military intentionally and systematically targets civilian infrastructure, routinely attacking sites with little or no known military activity, but which were known to house families. Hamas’s undoubted war crimes, including its continued holding of hostages and rocket launches into Israel, do not relieve Israel of its own obligations under the laws of war.

Moreover, well-documented public statements and writing by Israeli government and military officials calling for the permanent mass transfer of civilians or the broad destruction of structures in the territory is worrying evidence of an intention to commit some of the most serious violations of the laws of armed conflict and human rights.

Despite these concerns, the Biden administration has shown distressing resistance to enforcing conditions on aid—a number of which already exist under U.S. law—to ensure that U.S.-funded and -supplied arms are used exclusively for permitted purposes.

Rather than continuing to give vague assurances that the administration will continue pressing Israel to follow international law—requests that Israel’s government has clearly ignored—lawmakers should ask Biden for specific commitments related to the enforcement of laws enacted to prevent U.S. arms from being misused, such as the Arms Export Control Act and Leahy Law.

With dozens—if not hundreds—of lives lost daily, and families on either side of the Gaza fence fearing for their loved ones, Congress has a responsibility to ensure that the steps it takes make a just and secure end to this war more likely, rather than funding actions that harm human security, regional stability, and international order with American taxpayer dollars.

[jinngonjin]

part 3!

warnings: slightly suggestive

characters featured : plo koon, commander wolffe, hunter.

summary: Jyn and the boys find themselves stationed alongside Master Plo Koon and his wolf pack. Yet Hunter is on edge, grappling with his emotions with every passing second.

As time passed, still grappling with the turmoil of their feelings, both Jyn and Hunter grew accustomed to their discomfort around one another. Despite their efforts to bury these emotions away, they often lingered beneath the surface, threatening to break away. On multiple occasions they found themselves too close to one another, hands brushing ever so slightly, eyes locked, almost as though to intimidate one another into a confession. Yet both of them did not falter, only brushing these interventions away as though they meant nothing.

Conveniently, they were stationed on a mission along Plo Koon and his Wolf pack, the 104th battalion. This gave the two of them more reason not to engage with one another, especially in the presence of a Jedi master. The mission provided them with a convenient excuse to avoid each other's company, their interactions kept to a minimum in the presence of their esteemed allies.

Plo Koon was one of the few Jedi to respect Jyn, they had a previous brief encounter when she was stationed as an alchemist on a mission to free an ancient Jedi temple. Though in exile, Yoda often deployed Jyn on very brief missions to make use of her extensive skill and knowledge in alchemy and the sciences. He was aware that in all the time she had in exile, she buried herself in books and documents. It was an aspect that Yoda respected, but nevertheless feared.

Jyn cleared her throat as she made her way down the ramp, "Master Plo Koon, it's an honor to have you and the Wolf Pack join us on this mission.

“General Jyn, the pleasure is mine. Your reputation precedes you, where else am I to find a squad with a hundred percent success rate?” “most impressive, most impressive” he reassured.

Jyn could see commander Wolffe slightly nod, she could also sense the turmoil radiating within her squad. Especially Crosshair, as he seemed to be the most uncomfortable around regs.

“Oh you flatter me master, it’s been awhile since Tython, you’d find that the war changed all of us”

Plo Koon led the way to his counseling chambers, Jyn followed expecting a private briefing but was certainly surprised when Plo offered a pour of Spotchka.

“How has your new position been treating you, General Jyn.”

“Well, I have a fine squad of men, perhaps the greatest the galaxy has seen” Jyn chuckled and Plo Koon nodded agreeingly

“And so I’ve heard” but then he added “ The clones, all of them are fine men, it’s painful to see them treated like expendable tools” Plo Koon sighs, and with that he rests his now empty glass on the table.

Jyn shoots him a questioning look “and what’s even stranger, master, the council does not seem to mind this, must it be the Jedi way?”

Plo Koon's expression softened at Jyn's candid remark,slightly shifting at her open criticism. Yet, there was a subtle respect in his response, an acknowledgment of the truth in her words.

"You raise a valid point, General Jyn," Plo Koon began, his voice tinged with a solemnity that mirrored Jyn's concerns. "The clones are indeed more than mere tools of war. They possess individuality, emotions, and a sense of honor that should not be overlooked."

Plo Koon's gaze drifted to the window, his thoughts seemingly lost in contemplation. "The Jedi way is not without its flaws, General. We strive for peace and justice, but sometimes our methods can be... flawed."Plo Koon did not dare to meet Jyn’s eyes, for deep down he knew that the Jedi have not only wronged her, but broke her, and yet she's still here she is trying to desperately prove herself.

“We have a while until we reach the station, I’ve organized a dinner, tonight you and I, and the boys”

Jyn was again surprised by Plo’s suggestions, she found him to be far less stern than the traditional Jedi she was accustomed to working with, most interesting to Jyn given she was stuck with Mace Windu, who’d pick on everything she said, to him every breath could mean treason against the republic.

"Thank you, Master Plo Koon," Jyn responded, her tone genuine as she met his gaze. "I appreciate the gesture. It will be good for the squad to have some downtime together."

Something in Jyn begged her to ask Plo Koon right there and then, but she wouldn't bear to burden him with what plagued her mind.

Yet it persisted.

Sidious

Palpatine

Sidious

She couldn't shake it off, the name Sidious sent a shiver down her spine, she could not understand why the force would whisper it to her whenever she was in the proximity of the senator. Almost like something within him is calling her. But she's seen that name before, a file about Dooku and Kenobi, a file so heavily encrypted she could only dissect a few words. But Sidious, Sidious was one of them.

“General? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just thinking about the war”

“Hmm, yes, yes the war”

“I’ll see you for dinner, Master” With that Jyn returned to her assigned quarters, the thought still heavy in her mind, but she brushed it away again.

She kept the lights dimmed in her quarters, not bothering to illuminate the room when she stepped in. Instead, she unwrapped the top of her tunics and threw it onto the bed. It seems Plo Koon’s ship had housekeeping droids that already folded her clothes for her, placing them all carefully in the closet.

Hmm, I should get one of those… maybe then we'll be able to see the floor of Tech’s room.

“General.”

Jyn jumped, startled, not having noticed Hunter's presence until that moment. She turned to find him sitting there, his expression unreadable.

Jyn's heart skipped a beat, her muscles tensing as she whirled around to find Hunter standing there, his presence unexpected and unsettling.

"Hunter," she managed, her voice slightly breathless with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Hunter's gaze was intense as he regarded her, his expression inscrutable. "Just checking in," he replied casually, though there was an underlying tension in his demeanor.

He was lying, he definitely was. Jyn thought to herself, eyebrows furrowing at him.

“Then I was right, there is definitely something on your mind… or else you would have sensed me” he tutted, it sounded almost as though he was criticizing her.

Jyn cleared her throat once again, “I was not expecting company”

“But your guard is always up”

“usually” he added.

“What do you want, Hunter?” there was a tone of sadness in her voice, it cracked so subtly, but of course, Hunter had picked up. He let go of his smug facade putting back his casual, soothing voice.

“I just wanted to ask, what are you wearing tonight?” he inquired, his eyes flickering over her form.

“What?” Jyn’s expression betrayed her, she wanted to laugh, but was certainly confused by what Hunter just said.

“You came here for fashion advice?” she chuckled.

But Hunter still kept a solid look on his face, his stern expression unfaltering as though he was still waiting for an answer.

“I haven’t decided yet” She turned back to her closet, scanning the clothes she had brought with her.

Hunter moved slowly, until he was dangerously closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. She could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath warm against the skin of her back.

"Since when did you have these tattoos?" His voice was low, sending a shiver down her spine as he gestured towards her exposed skin.

Jyn's breath caught in her throat as she realized the extent of her vulnerability. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, a flush rising to her cheeks as she struggled to regain her composure. But Hunter's proximity was unnerving, his gaze penetrating as he watched her with a mixture of curiosity and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

Jyn's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she regarded Hunter, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You think I really stayed in that rotting temple all the time?" she teased, her voice low and tinged with amusement. She let out a dark chuckle. Leaning in closer, as if to share a secret, she began to recount her venture to the lower levels of Coruscant, her tone suggestive and filled with innuendo. "Let's just say, I found a different kind of sanctuary," she murmured, her words hanging in the air with an enticing allure.

As she spoke of befriending a tattoo artist, Jyn's expression softened, a fondness evident in her eyes. "He saw something in me, thought I was some bounty hunter" she explained, "And I... I became his muse."

Hunter couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he listened to Jyn's tale, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties. What had really transpired between her and the tattoo artist? What had drawn them together, and what secrets did they share?

Jyn picked up a long dress and a matching cape, “I'll think i'll go with this”

Hunter's gaze lingered on the fabric, noting its modesty with a sense of relief. “Good,” he sternly said.

Unbeknownst to Jyn, what inspired Hunter’s intrusion was not trouble with the regs as she had initially thought, but instead, they were bonding really well, too well. Enough for Wolffe to accidentally get on his nerves.

“You’ve got yourself a great jedi master,” noted wrecker. “Plo’s Bros, classic.”

“could say the same about you, you’ve got yourselves a fine general” Wolffe emphasized on the fine, indicating that he was not exactly referring to her mannerisms.

Sinker whistled, playfully smacking Hunter on his back, “a fine fine general”

And then he added, “jokes aside, how the hell can you boys even focus… damn it I wouldnt last a day on the job”

Hunter's jaw clenched at the remark. Suppressing his frustration, Hunter forced a tight-lipped smile, masking his inner turmoil as he replied, “We focus because we have to, Commander. It’s what we were trained for.” But even as he spoke, the unease lingered. Wolffe raised an eyebrow at Echo who just shook his head in response.

Hunter rose suddenly, and without a word, he left.

“What’s the matter with him?” Wolffe questioned.

Crosshair tutted, lighting another cigarette, “You spoke of his dear general… tsk.. what do you expect”

“Crosshair! you’re going to trigger the fire alarm, I suggest you put this cigarette off immediately”

“Piss off, Tech”

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As Jyn pondered Hunter's reaction, a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. What if he's jealous? The thought amused her more than she cared to admit. With a playful glint in her eyes, she decided to push the boundaries further, opting for perhaps the skimpiest dress she owned.

Her fingers danced over the fabric, settling on her signature dark purple and navy colors. The dress boasted a square neckline, hinting at just enough skin to leave an impression. Its open back added a touch of allure, showing off a long spine tattoo. The sheer long skirt, adorned with intricate designs, swirled with every movement, drawing attention to her figure. And the high, noticeable slit? Well, it spoke volumes, promising a glimpse of what lay beneath.

As Jyn slipped into the dress, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

@knightprincess @skellymom

[on-noon]

prompt written by @derinthescarletpescatarian :

It's been raining for ages, but the stormwater drains are empty. The catchment areas are empty. Even your backyard pond is empty. Water tanks fill normally, the plants are all alive and the gardens are as damp as expected, but not a single place in town has standing groundwater, even though it's still raining.

One Friday in April I checked my weather app, it was projected to rain the whole week. I planned to check on the state of a new sand filter the Monday after the rain ended– it had just been installed the past fall, and this rain plus the snowmelt would put it through a pretty good test.

You'd think, as a stormwater guy, I would have noticed something odd earlier, but in my defense I clock out from my job on weekends. On Monday and Tuesday, I was in the basement working on getting some rain gauges to work– the cursed things, they kept working in the lab. We'd already deployed them three times this year, and they kept failing in a new way. I failed to replicate any of the failures in the lab.

On Wednesday, I go out into the field to install the rain gauges, still unsure how they had failed the first three times, but this time it was raining. I installed the rain gauge, hooked it up to a transmitter, and then went on to the next site. While I was driving to the next site, the rain intensified, sheets of rain pounding my dashboard. I pulled to the side of the road, and checked the level in the rain gauge. It told me there was nothing. Once the rain calmed a bit, I turned around to try to troubleshoot the rain gauge. On the way, I realized I was close to the new sand filter, so I took a detour to check it out.

I put on my raincoat, got out of my truck and walked down the park trail to the pond with the filter. At least with the rain I didn't need to look out for any stray frisbee golf disks.

To my surprise, as I approached the sand filter, it was just sitting there. It was designed so that the pond next to it would overflow onto the sand, and that would filter the water before it went into the broader stormwater system before emptying into the river. This rain should be enough to make the pond overflow. I get a sinking feeling in my gut, as I look over to the pond to investigate.

The pond is empty. Cattail grows straight out of the pond muck on one side, I can see clearly a fallen tree on the sand lining the pond's bottom. Try as I might, I can find no reason for the pond to be empty– it's in the low lying part of the park, as always, hasn't had any drains installed directly into the pond, still has relatively steep banks.

I must have stared at that pond for an hour. There's no explanation for it to be empty, in April, during the fifth straight day of rain. It's supposed to only empty in a drought. It's not a drought— and we had an excess of snowmelt lately anyway.

I drive back to the lab, eventually, the rain gauges forgotten. It took me a week before I even realized I had left all but the one I had installed in the truck, never mind how long before I took down the one I had put up.

I went down to the lab to write an email to the watershed director for that area. Jill does often try out new methods– that's why she installed the enhanced sand filter anyways. When I opened my inbox, I found emails from not only Jill, but the other watershed directors, as well as the other stormwater researchers.

The emails had subject lines such as: "No-one has any answers," "Meeting to Discuss the Situation," "Do you have any idea what's going on?" "All The Ponds Are Empty," "where is the water, anyway," "Uhhhh," and "Pond JC–21 is Empty."

I read through them all, it seems my experience today was not unique. The meeting was scheduled for that time, so I went upstairs.

"Calder. It's nice of you to finally join us," Alex says.

I grunt, and sit down. It's not that I dislike working with others, it's just easier not to.

I listen to the discussion.

"If the water's not in the drains, ponds, rain gardens– where is it?" Aditya says. "The river and lake levels aren't rising either."

"At least the lakes didn't drain as well," Hazel adds.

The conversation turns to next steps. I don't know. It sounds no one else does either. I walk out of the meeting and get into my car and drive home.

I get out and run to the pond in my backyard– I don't bother pushing the vegatation out of the way, just let the wet branches hit and splash me.

It's empty. It was full a week ago, I remember pulling buckthorn out around the bank and watching a duck family on it.

I stand in the middle of the pond, and stare up at the sky. The raindrops splash on my face, definitely liquid. I look down at the pond bed. The water hits the ground, and soaks in. But it shouldn't. I know there's clay less than a foot below that foul–smelling muck. This is too much water to infiltrate.

I went to bed early that night. When I woke up, I ran out to the pond barefoot, my feet getting muddy, just to prove to myself that it was a nightmare, that maybe I just need to get a good hobby so my job isn't the one thing that defines me.

The pond is still empty. After some more staring into the rain, my pajamas start to get soaked so I head inside to clean up and eat breakfast. I go to work.

It's been over a month now. The rain hasn't stopped, but we haven't found out where it's going.

It's just our area, that's what's weird. One small part of the world suddenly has inexplicable hydrology.

I've been interviewed in a national newspaper. I had nothing to add, I can't explain what's happening.

A few stormwater researchers have moved to the area. One of them, Panbela, I've started working with. She's got some neat ideas we're trying. And she's fine if I don't respond to an email for a few days.

[tomahawkbunny]

The Instant Protection Network

The Instant, being the fastest being in the universe by a wide margin, is critical to keeping the world safe from an ever increasing number of world ending threats. While most civilians are of the perception that things have “calmed down” since the silver age of heroism, the opposite is in fact true, and the Instant Protection Network is perhaps the only reason for our planet’s continued existence. 

The process, on the surface, is simple. A set of scanners, a world wide network, monitors for intense energy signatures and distortions of all kinds. This could range from nuclear fission to gravitational implosions, or matters more arcane and less scientifically understood. The Network notifies the Instant, who deploys with functionally zero delay to resolve the issue before anyone can be hurt. No less than 5 attempts to create a black hole on the Earth’s surface by 3 different villains (and one heroic accident) have been thwarted with no casualties through this method. The Instant Defense Network is what the Instant’s time is almost entirely devoted to, so they don’t appear on missions with the rest of the Protectorate except in the direst circumstances, and even with their speed, they must delegate. Energy is the primary concern for them, and they must determine what to leave to other heroes, and what is truly an IPN level crisis. 

Behind the scenes, the network is a marvel of bioengineering, with closely guarded secrets to its functioning. No technology on Earth could process, transmit, and convey the information at the necessary speeds, so a new technology was created, by using cloned grey matter and nerves from the Instant’s own brain. Nothing else could’ve done it. But how does the information travel? Supposedly, these nerves stretch in a network throughout the world, each connecting to a regional sensor node, all coming back to wherever the IPN HQ is located. Such an experimental technology is dangerous. Thank goodness the Instant’s allies don’t know who really built it, or trouble may brew…

METADATA: Having a true lore accurate speedster is hard. They could solve every problem, theoretically. So 2 things have to happen. They have to be already solving an unimaginable number of problems that would make your problems look like child's play, and they have to already be doing so on such limited sleep and energy that it's a miracle they’re able to do what they already are.

[incorrect-oppenheimer]

Text under the cut:

"Morality is the cornerstone of any human society; without it, cooperation between members of society could not exist. Religion is the chief means by which the moral code is established and perpetuated. All human relationships, including those of war, are subject to moral judgment.

Having stated the obvious, it is easy to approach the absurd. If a moral society renounces particular weapons as immoral precisely because they are more powerful, and at the same time an amoral society deploys and is ready to use those weapons, the presence of morality threatens the continued existence of morality.

The roots of my religious convictions lie in the Judaic tradition. Judaic law never requires what the average human being cannot fulfill. The law must be obeyed, but it makes allowances for human imperfection. For instance, the law does not ask that, when injured, one turn the other cheek. But it does insist that one never, under any circumstances, do more harm than was done - one, not two eyes for an eye. The civil law of a Christian society and the Judaic law are very similar. Obedience to Christian religious commandments requires a degree of selflessness attained by saints.

On that basis, I would say that the commandments taught by the Christian church tend more towards idealism, while Jewish commandments tend more toward realism. Both perspectives are necessary for the well-being of a moral community. Idealism promotes improvement; realism avoids the disaster that would make improvement impossible. Their extremes - romanticism and formalism - have little to contribute to society.

Throughout this century, the United States has attempted to maintain peace. About twenty years ago, because of the technical gap between novel weapons of attack and old means of defense, deterrence of war came to be based exclusively on the threat of retaliation, a policy describe as Mutual Assured Destruction, for a Judeo-Christian society, that policy was morally bankrupt from the beginning.

The only escape from the moral dilemma seemed to be to stay ahead of the Soviets in the arms race and thus never seriously have to consider exercising the policy, but this was not the way history developed. From superiority we went to equivalence, only to find that equivalence could not be verified or even defined. Finally, we were faced with the probability that, in the quantity and perhaps even the quality of arms, the Soviet Union was superior.

A few years ago a major change occurred in the technical situation. Through ingenious inventions and through diligent work (more diligent on the Soviet side), it became probable that an effective defense against a nuclear attack could be constructed. Today, Mutual Assured Destruction is becoming bankrupt on a practical as well as moral basis. Our retaliatory ability is becoming steadily less reliable.

The potential development of defensive weapons presents a new moral question. In their letter of May 1983, the Catholic bishops of the United States clearly stated that weapons are justified when they defend the innocent. It is a pity the bishops did not mention that President Reagan anticipated them by two months when he asked for an emphasis on defense in 1983. Having agreed that defense is justified, however, the bishops proceeded to condemn all types of nuclear weapons, no matter how employed. That is not an internally consistent argument.

The bishops’ declaration was intended as a contribution to an important moral problem; it turned into a political act. That letter is, in fact, an example of what I would call the simplified romantic approach, hardly more than a crude appeal to widespread popular opinion.

What would be opposed both on moral grounds and by technical means are the methods of mass destruction: fire-bombing, use of nuclear weapons against cities, and biological warfare. Every helpful means is needed for the attempt to destroy weapons attacking the innocent - lasers, rockets, small nuclear weapons, or any other effective device. And every moral nation should be cooperatively engaged in making that attempt. Aggression is wrong, whether carried out by bow and arrow or by the hydrogen bomb. Defense is right, whether it uses a stream of particles or the concentrated energy locked in the atomic nucleus.

An agreement on the morality of self-defense would bring us a step closer to solving the most dreadful moral problem of our age. Without such an agreement we cannot count on the survival of the society that holds moral values so strongly that it calls them human rights.

At the present time Russia is enjoying a liberal period which is in danger of soon coming to an end. This may be a good time to initiate an international movement (including Russia) to develop and deploy missile defense under international control to enable the participants to promptly use novel technology to stop any surprise missile attack. This would be important if the missiles carried common explosives or instruments of chemical/biological warfare, but it would be most important as a defense against nuclear aggression. Such positive cooperation to ensure stability would be more effective than mere formal agreements that attempt to outlaw some weapons.

I see such a procedure a beginning of practical implementation of our principles of morality and our desire for stability and cooperation between nations."

-Edward Teller / Teller Ede

[aeoki]

Atlantis - Amusement Park: Chapter 1

Location: ATLANTIS Stage Characters: Shinobu, Souma, Mao & Yuzuru Season: Winter

TL Note:

This is a lyric from a Monbusho-Shoka, the songs published in textbooks compiled by the Ministry of Education from the Meiji era (1868 - 1912) to the Showa era (1926 - 1989). Apparently, this particular lyric is a metaphor that describes a situation where someone has been invited to a luxurious and rare event (as is what happens in the Urashima Tarou folktale). 

Souma’s use of this lyric is both in the figurative sense (they’ve been invited to the VR ATLANTIS event) and the literal sense (the fish are actually swimming together in front of them).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< One week later. ㅤㅤStudent council president election – venue for the final debate (before the official voting). >

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Inside the VR space, “ATLANTIS”, superimposed onto Yumenosaki Academy. >

Mao: Ohh… This looks amazing.

I’d heard that the blueprint for “ATLANTIS” would be displayed in reality through VR.

It can speed things up to make the debate look gaudy and extravagant, plus we can also get everyone’s opinion on the new amusement park experience at the same time.

We’ll use the information we collect to perfect the real “ATLANTIS”.

It’s like hitting two birds with one stone. Tenshouin-senpai really likes these sort of effective methods, doesn’t he~? He should’ve just done it in a normal way.

Yuzuru: He’s fond of extravagant and showy things, after all. How embarrassing.

But if I were to provide a correction, the one who designed this venue wasn’t Eichi-sama, but my inexperienced young master.

He planned almost everything here – down to the interior.

He said “SANCTUARY” looked like any normal amusement park, so he designed “ATLANTIS” after an aquarium to differentiate between the two.

It’s almost the same as a certain well-known theme park, or rather, it’s practically an exact copy. He has always loved those sorts of dreamy places since he was little.

Mao: I didn’t know about that, but is Touri doing okay? He’s having a tough time with the election, right? Was it a good idea for him to handle extra work?

Yuzuru: Please, rest assured. I have heard this is a strategy he has deployed to win the debate and election.

Unfortunately, he didn’t provide me with a detailed explanation.

But I’m sure he must want to overcome these obstacles on his own instead of asking his “guardians” for help.

He appeared to be quite embarrassed when I helped him on his school trip. But ahh… that is my job.

I feel frustrated. I respect the decisions he’s made this time, but I’d like to intervene more often, should the opportunity arise.

I’d like to take care of everything flawlessly so that he wouldn’t have to face any hardships. No, that is my job as his butler.

Mao: He’ll hate you for being way too overprotective, you know~? Touri isn’t the type of conceited kid who thinks he can do everything by himself, nor does he look like the type to brood over it on his own…

It’s the job of an “older brother” to believe in him and watch over him, right?

Yuzuru: But I’m worried. Ahh, I can feel my heart bursting apart.

Mao: Ahaha. We’re supposed to take it easy this time, right? Don’t make such a gloomy face – let’s enjoy the event.

Come on, we should learn a thing or two from them.

Shinobu: Ohh! Look, Kanzaki-dono, there are a lot of frogs swimming in the water~♪

Souma: Let me see… Hehe, you like frogs, do you not, Sengoku?

Shinobu: I love them~☆

I heard this amusement park is designed to look like The Little Mermaid’s hometown – like a “paradise at the bottom of the ocean”.

But if you think about it, frogs are creatures who live by riverbeds, so it’s strange to see them here ~de gozaru!

I’m an open-minded ninja when it comes to these sorts of details! If these things bothered me, then I wouldn’t be able to enjoy hero shows or ninja movies!

Souma: Hm. I do not understand, but that indeed sounds like you, Sengoku.

It seems I was a little narrow-minded. I also love marine life and therefore find it strange to see creatures who supposedly live in two different areas of the ocean swimming together.

But it would be a waste to not enjoy the event just because that point bothers me, right? Hmm, it feels as though I am walking in the ocean and it is quite enjoyable ♪

Shinobu: Nihihi, this is a valuable experience~! Ah, look over there, Kanzaki-dono. A shark is doing a line dance with the fish ~de gozaru!

Souma: Ohh, the sea breams and flounders are dancing together[⁎] ♪

Shinobu: That’s a line from Urashima Tarou and not The Little Mermaid, Kanzaki-dono!

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Revolutionizing Pest Control in Agriculture with Top Products

Understanding the Basics of Pest Control in Agriculture

Pests have always been a major concern for farmers, causing significant damage to crops and resulting in huge financial losses. Traditional pest control methods, such as chemical pesticides, have been used for decades, but they come with their own set of drawbacks. However, with the advancement of technology, new and innovative pest control products have emerged that are revolutionizing the way we approachpest control in agriculture. In this blog post, we will discuss some of the top pest control products that are changing the game for farmers and helping them protect their crops in a more efficient and sustainable manner.

Understanding the Basics of Pest Control in Agriculture

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Chemical Pesticides: A Traditional Approach with Modern Innovations

Chemical pesticides have long been the backbone of pest control in agriculture, providing a potent means to combat a wide array of pests. Despite concerns over environmental impact and human health risks, the evolution of chemical pesticides has led to more sophisticated formulations that aim to minimize negative outcomes. Modern innovations have brought forward pesticides that are more specific to targeted pests, reducing the collateral damage to beneficial organisms. Advances in chemistry have also enabled the development of products with lower doses of active ingredients, enhancing safety and reducing ecological footprints. Biodegradable options are now more readily available, which decompose harmlessly in the environment. Additionally, the integration of technology has improved the application efficiency, ensuring that pesticides are distributed more uniformly and only where needed, thereby optimizing their effectiveness while mitigating adverse effects. This modern approach to chemical pesticides illustrates a shift towards more responsible and sustainable pest management strategies, acknowledging the critical role these products play in ensuring global food security.

The Rise of Biological Pest Control Products

Biological pest control products represent a paradigm shift in managing agricultural pests, focusing on leveraging natural predators, pathogens, and parasites to target and reduce pest populations. This method emphasizes the use of living organisms, such as beneficial insects, mites, nematodes, and microbial agents, to suppress pest outbreaks. For instance, ladybugs and lacewings are deployed to control aphid populations, while certain fungi and bacteria are utilized to combat root-eating grubs. The approach is rooted in the principle of integrated pest management (IPM), aiming to maintain pest numbers below damaging levels while minimizing the impact on non-target species, human health, and the environment. Biological control products are gaining traction due to their sustainability and the reduced likelihood of pests developing resistance, a common issue with chemical pesticides. Additionally, the advancements in biotechnology have facilitated the development and commercialization of highly specific biopesticides that target only the pest, leaving beneficial organisms unharmed. This rise in biological pest control products is a testament to agriculture's ongoing shift towards more ecologically balanced and sustainable pest management practices.

Technological Advancements in Pest Monitoring and Management

Organic and Eco-Friendly Pest Control Solutions

Navigating Regulatory Standards and Safety Concerns

Are there natural ways to control pests in farming?

[calypso707]

Chapter 1 : Ataman.

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Holigrad, Eastern Slavic Republic – 3:02pm

As time passed and the oligarchs tightened their grip on the fragile Slavic Republic, Svetlana Belikova managed to find her way into government and became the first female president. Her goal was very clear: she wanted world peace, simple as that may sound. She was willing to do anything to achieve it, even to get her hands dirty, hoping that her country would be able to join the European Union and that its value would finally be recognised.

However, in 2006, as the state transitioned to a capitalist state, the first revolution broke out across the country. The gap that had formed between the rich and the poor had become insurmountable. The whole country was in turmoil. Svetlana was the first woman in the country to take on the role of a leader, and it was at this point that she set about calming the conflicts, at first in a diplomatic manner, but eventually using much more aggressive methods. Svetlana used money to achieve her goals and funded the military forces with more advanced training, more troops and better equipment. This worked for a while, the rebels were pushed back quite easily and then a ceasefire was offered in exchange for autonomy for some regions of the country.

In 2010, the state discovered that oil reserves were in rebel lands and fighting resumed when the government tried to seize them by force. A civil war broke out. The insurgents decided to redouble their efforts and continued to fight using bio-organic weapons. How they obtained these weapons was still unknown, so a bloody battle continued to rage in the country. Svetlana saw an opportunity in the use of these weapons, if her government and country could be seen to be actively opposing bioterrorism, she would gain favour with the larger Western powers.

"Come in," said Svetlana.

A woman opened the door to stand beside the president. She was of medium height, dressed in simple black jeans and a leather jacket of the same colour, her long brown hair was braided in her back. The fine features of her face brought out the green of her almond-shaped eyes, topped by long, thick black lashes, and her fleshy, rosy lips were sealed. The special detail of her face was the mole under her left eye. In a word, she was a very attractive woman. An impassive expression was glued to her face as she examined the men present in the room.

"Gentlemen, I present to you Erina Levin, my best and most formidable asset. I helped train her myself. She will be deployed to the field to find and approach Ivan Judanovich," Svetlana explained.

"And what does she intend to do? Charm him?"  Asked a man, a petty smile on his lips, proud of his joke.

"The mediocre man always allows himself to make such reflections when it comes to a woman, how hilarious," said Erina, staring at the man.

The man gritted his teeth, ready to retort, but Svetlana spoke up again: "Irina has proven herself, many times over. She will get results by any means necessary. She will report to me regularly to inform me of the progress of the situation.” she turned to Erina: "You may go."

Erina nodded before leaving the office. She was determined to find the person responsible for this civil war by any means necessary, as the President had so aptly put it. But this was not her only objective, something more personal was driving her.

-

Erina had found refuge in a shop that had been completely abandoned, the windows completely blown out. She was leaning against the damaged wooden counter, talking to another liaison officer who had been in the field for a few days now.

"So you're Svetlana's new protégée, huh?" the man asked, scrutinizing her with his eyes.

"I guess so. What's the situation?" the young woman asked as she adjusted her holster.

"We managed to push the insurgents back with difficulty. Last I heard, Ivan was seen here a few hours ago. He couldn't have gone far, he must be hiding somewhere," said Dimitri, "Ah, also, we managed to intercept a communication, it seems that the United States has sent an agent here"

"Do you know why?" questioned Erina, her arms crossed against her chest.

"I think he's here to do the dirty work and find out how this whole mess started. Svetlana wouldn't want a meddler in her business, so we'd probably be doing her a favour by taking him out. I saw him heading towards the underground car park to the north, he was probably meeting someone”

"Well, thanks for the information."

"Hey, do you want to go for a drink after all this shit, just you and me?" Dimitri winked at her

"Try to stay alive, then we'll see," Erina replied, patting him on the shoulder. She didn't wait for an answer and left the shop through the back door.

The streets were deserted, some buildings had been evacuated, others damaged. She walked quietly over the debris, pulling her balaclava up to her nose to avoid inhaling dust. She passed a truck with a bee on it as she began her descent into the underground, and no sooner had she made her way through than an explosion sounded. A terrible roar echoed around her as debris crumbled several feet away. She hid behind a pillar and leaned to the side to observe the scene, a few metres to the left was the ripped open body of an old man, her gaze then shifted to the smoke cloud. She saw a man desperately trying to stand up, amidst the debris as a creature crawling on four legs came dangerously close to finish him off. Just as the beast was about to deliver the fatal blow, it suddenly stopped. There, in the cloud of dust, Ivan, the leader of the resistance, appeared staggering.

 "We're taking him." he said.

Two other men emerged from the cloud of dust to lift the one on the ground. Irina braced her back against the pillar and blew slightly, still disturbed by what she had just seen. Ivan was able to control these creatures, which made him a more than redoubtable enemy. She had to act intelligently considering the danger of the situation, but this was her only chance, she had to follow them to their HQ.

[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 3 replay, Priority: Sur’Kesh part two:

-How does Wrex know Liara is the Shadow Broker?

I suppose Mordin may have told him that too.

-Padok Wilks says the evolutionary process should decide who lives and dies, not politics.

I say that politics is part of the evolutionary process. The ability to cooperate is part of evolution. That’s why some species are social and some are solitary.

-It’s implied in a Research Log that Mordin’s on Sur’Kesh partly because the fertile females are a result of Maleon’s research. His student. And they’re dying because of the methods his student used.

Mordin feels as much responsibility for that as for the modified genophage.

-Shepard introduced themselves to Eve as Alliance Navy.

Unlike ME1, you don’t even have an option between spectre and Alliance. The auto dialogue uses Alliance.

ME3 really considers that whole “spectre” business inconvenient to the story it wants to tell, doesn’t it?

-So the Salarians are researching the potential uses of the yahg, varren, and vorcha.

It makes you wonder if humans were ever at this facility.

Also, there’s no way that at a minimum the asari and turians aren’t aware of this research. Maybe not the specifics, but the general gist.

Just what agreements have they brokered over the years to not interfere? Or more likely, to capitalize on the salarian’s research?

-In a cutscene, you watch an engineer set up a turret.

Why??? You should always aim to prevent an engineer from deploying a turret.

They’re usually my first targets.

-Wrex refuse to land because it’s too dangerous? Seriously?

I suppose he could want to save the shuttle, but he’s already proven the willingness to throw himself out of one.

We find out later that Cortez is on the shuttle. Wrex should have given him the controls and joined the fight.

-And how convenient that the door is damaged so Mordin can’t open it.

Bioware really is straining to come up with excuses for why Shepard and co must take the Atlas on by themselves.

Normandy

-The “Prothean Device” receives the name Crucible now.

-Victus and Wrex won’t speak in front of each other in the conference room, but will in the war room.

The war room isn’t much bigger and they’re both in it.

Bioware should have just had them move around the ship. There’s precedence for it; Wrex makes an appearance in the Med Bay.

-Victus won’t tell Shepard why the turian platoon is on Tuchanka, but if Shepard pushes he volunteers that his son is leading the platoon.

At least that tells Shepard part of why he’s so invested in having them rescued.

-Victus agrees that the krogans may cause problems after the genophage is cured, but feels that winning the Reaper war is the more immediate problem.

Agreed.

-Shepard’s ambivalence on curing the genophage is evident in many of these conversations. They ask Victus, Wrex, and Eve about what the krogans may do afterwards.

For all their strong words to the Dalatrass about the need to cure the krogans for their support, they have their own reservations about the wisdom of doing so.

This lays the foundation for the Dalatrass’ deal later and the potential for Shepard to take it. Good on Bioware.

-Victus was in the First Contact War, because of course he was.

For all that it was a minor incident, Bioware loves including it in the backstory of characters.

-If you speak to Victus again, he has new dialogue about Sur’Kesh and Mordin.

I did not realize that. I doubt many players see it.

-Wrex also uses the phrase “just like the old days”.

That phrase is by far more people than just Garrus. For some reason I only recall him using it.

-Wrex does not intend to let the krogans start another war with the turians and salarians, no matter what others may want. They need to focus on rebuilding.

Also, the Council would just find another way to put them down that may be worse than the genophage.

Idealistic and pragmatic. I’ll take it.

-The krogan birth rate is insanely high. Bioware must have realized that – they had Edi spell it out.

Why did they feel this was necessary? They could have had the krogans birth 10 babies a year and that would have enough for other species to feel the pressure. 1000 is absurd.

-Krogans fight each other in enclosed spaces such as starships. They need to be sedated to avoid incidents.

How the hell did they manage the Krogan Rebellions then?

The only way to travel between planets is by ship. There were various space battles. How did they manage those on sedatives?

I suppose we need to assume future drugs have minimal negative side effects. No warnings about operating heavy machinery on the side of future pill bottles.

-There’s an email from Feron to check with Glyph about an upgrade.

There’s no new upgrade, so I presume this is for the upgrade from Feron provided earlier in the game. Why the delay in sending the email to the user?

-Mordin attempting to arrange a marriage between Garrus and Eve for an alliance is amusing.

Do krogans even marry?

My impression of their culture is that females choose their mates and long term pairings are not the norm. Perhaps they formed partnerships before the genophage?

-If you ask Mordin if he has any personal stakes in curing the genophage, he dodges the question. He finally settles on it being his work and his job to put it right.

He won’t come out and say it here, but he does believe in his heart that curing it is the right thing to do. His mind, however, is insisting on rational justifications.

-Krogan gender dynamics in this game annoy me.

In ME1, we learn about the female warlord Shiagur.

In ME2, we learn that females have their own clans and a great deal of influence. Wrex needs them onboard to make any decisions.

Then in ME3 females suddenly have very little power and are pawns of the men. The genophage needs to be cured so females can have a say in the future. Wrex speaks about how men fight and women talk.

Why do krogans suddenly follow human stereotypes? Why have krogan females suddenly lost all their power?

This feels like a retcon, and frankly lazy worldbuilding. It’s imposing human gender dynamics on aliens. Let the aliens be alien, damn it.

-Eve gives Shepard a crystal if Shepard asks how Eve became a Shaman.

If I recall correctly, that crystal is never used or referenced again. Waste of a Chekhov’s gun.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Candyman

SCP#: AEU

Code Name: Candyman, the Demon of Five

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Memetic kill agents have been placed in the graffiti, products, books, art, advertisement, and other items regularly viewed by the public. These memetics influence regularly influence the people of [data expunged] to ignore or not care about the "Candyman Legend". It should be noted this will not destroy SCP-AEU but will prevent it from harming civilians ever again. Unfortunately, this is confirmed to be the best containment method for SCP-AEU.

Description: SCP-AEU is a number demon and a lore parasite that currently take the form of a tall man of African descent. His right hand is replaced with a hook and his chest is filled with ravenous bees. Unfortunately, even with D Class sacrificed to take samples it has proven impossible to capture these bees as they seem just as metaphysical as SCP-AEU himself. The physical form of SCP-AEU was made form the local story of the "Candyman" who seeks revenge after being killed simply for loving a white woman back in the 1800s.

However, it should not be mistaken as SCP-AEU has no actual relation to the man in the local tale, it just takes the form of him. SCP-AEU as explained before is a number demon which for those that don't know are demons that curse a particular number in a unique way to have people summon then and be devoured. In SCP-AEU's case, the number is five, it's summoned through a little folk lore game where you must say "Candyman" five times in front of a mirror.

SCP-AEU is also a lore parasite which are spiritual anomalies taking the form of local stories to gain power and influence. The more widespread the story the stronger the parasite becomes. This and the "Candyman game" have given SCP-AEU more power than any lore parasite and number demon on their own.  Allowing it to torment and haunt the entire community of SCP-AEU for decades. Shockingly, SCP-AEU normally just kills and devours those that summon him, but it is possible for SCP-AEU to simply kill those around them and have the victim blamed for his own crimes.

SCP-AEU was discovered in 1992, when dozens of murders were reported in the [data expunged] public housing project. It was reported that the rumor of the "Candyman game" reached some of the locals and after one of them did the dare, they all died. Foundation agents disguised as police officers covered up the scene as just a mass homicide and as instructed, damaged the bodies to further sell this cover story. Afterwards as a precaution a Foundation Field Researcher was deployed who specialized in lore parasite. They found traces of demonic particles on the bodies and in the building where they were found.

Foundation agents sent D Class to the area more specifically abandoned buildings with mirrors to see if they would be devoured by SCP-AEU and sure enough he showed up. Unfortunately, in initial testing there were Foundation researchers and agents standing guard over the D Class. SCP-AEU killed them all instead thinking the Foundation would pin the blame on the D Class. The D Classes were killed anyways as they were now acting as anchors for SCP-AEU which would lead to SCP-AEU's influence growing. From here it was determined that SCP-AEU was too dangerous to be left as it was, leading to the current Special Containment Procedures implemented.

Currently the memetic kill agents implemented around the [data expunged] community have shown at least 89%. Unfortunately, there are still those that play the "Candyman game" leading to incidences still occurring. As such The Ethics Committee has approved the implementation of Protocol "The Unknown Killer" to deal with any "unwanted variables". There has not been given a single codename for the killer and every time the public comes up with several others are to be introduced onto any dead bodies. This is done to prevent SCP-AEU from regaining its strength by latching onto a new story. It is with hope that all of this will result in SCP-AEU's eradication. Though unfortunately if it ever does happen the Foundation will have no way of knowing for sure.

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