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[leonw4nter]

This Whiskey or Your Love?

Vendetta!Leon x F!Reader

TW ! graphic mention of getting stabbed, blood

Relationships in this line of work are always bound to be tragic, whether the relationships formed were that of friendships or ones that were more than that. You and Leon knew this too well so you two never gave a label for whatever was between you two. Even something as simple as sharing a whiskey flask after a long day was intimate, your lips connecting to where his was just moments ago. Or those late night sparring sessions, urging the other to come at them with a practice blade and engage in a tango consisting of lunges and blades; you observed that there is a sense of familiarity with these sessions, both of you familiar with the manner of how the other gripped their knives or what side the other preferred when it came to offenses, an interesting sense of familiarity with your partner. Most of all, you loved when you always took the chance to protect Leon. You are familiar with your partner and his tendency to throw away his life for the sake of preserving that of others’ so the opportunity for you to cover for him and protect him when he couldn’t always felt rewarding; he always made sure others were fine and never took time to check if he was fine so being the one to ensure his safety made you feel at ease.

The pursuit of that feeling at ease and eagerness to protect Leon is what led to your demise, your body skewered with several spikes of an Anubis BOW. Your partner was preoccupied with several other infected, he barely registered an Anubis behind him. The damn thing was right behind him, its sharp and bony wings about to dive straight into him. You were near him yet you were in pain, your rib having been shattered and you could bet that one of your bones were probably poking against a lung yet your legs still worked so you ran. You ran to be the barrier between Leon and the BOW, arms extended to your sides for maximum coverage for Leon. You closed your eyes and for a quick second, you felt fear. This was not how you imagined you’d die, you wished you’d die of old age and be surrounded by loved ones but here you are: death by impalement in front of the man whom you love but never called a “boyfriend”. You were afraid not just because you were going to die but because you’re probably going to leave him alone in this ruthless world. Last minute, you decided to shove Leon out of the way before moving yourself away from the monster too but it seemed that fate had already decided long ago for you. Leon managed to finish off the last of the zombies before he turned to you, his back to the ground but his gun trained on the thing behind you when he heard a gasp. You were facing him, body caging him but he noticed spikes– 3 of them protruding from your abdomen and chest. With a sickening squelch, the Anubis retracted its spikes before diving them back inside your body, carmine blood spilling forth from your mouth and dripping down your chin. You could not even keep a proper grip on your gun, the overwhelming pain of everything taking your consciousness away from you. Your eyes closed and your hearing was dulling but you swear you felt the most painful jab to your heart not because that stupid thing stabbed you again but because of the sheer sadness Leon had in his voice when he called your name. You heard the sound of gunshots and screaming next, the spikes retracting from your body before you fell to the ground and lay in a pool of your own blood. You forced yourself awake when you felt Leon gently shift your body, applying pressure to two of the three stab wounds. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get them to focus on Leon but then you regret that you did; his face is all red and covered with the muck of the Anubis, a bad bruise forming right under his eye but most of all he’s crying. He’s cried in front of you many times but never as hard as this.

“Don’t talk,” Leon says with a shaky voice. “You’re losing a lot of blood but you’ll be fine, I promise.”

He continues to apply pressure with shaky hands but stops when he feels you groan, realizing that he accidentally pressed on a cracked rib. There is nothing he can do but cradle you and cry harder, your body beaten and snapped beyond saving. To keep you alive in this condition as you wait for back-up would be pure torture for you, pain overriding every single thing you can feel. To let you die in this situation is the kindest act Leon can do for you.

“Yeah, I’ll… be fine.” You softly whisper as you raise your arm, a bloodied hand coming up to cradle his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch, not caring if he’s smearing your blood on his face. He doesn’t even smell the strawberry perfume you always wear now, the metallic scent of your blood filling his nostrils instead.

“Why did you do that?” Leon asks.

“You… you do so much for the world, Leon… It’s my… t-turn to… do some…thing for you…” You barely choke out.

You two stay silent for a bit, Leon brushing the matted hair away from your face and tucking a strand behind your ear.

“I’m not used to being without you, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll ever be used to being without you.”

Oh, Leon. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the world.

“I’m… sorry… Leon,” you inaudibly apologize. Each breath was becoming increasingly difficult, causing a rattling noise to emit from your throat.

“I love… you. Always… have… I’ve got… so many words for you… but I can’t right now… because… I’m feeling a… little tired…,” you plaintively whisper to him.

“I love you too, Y/N. I regret not telling you sooner, I hate how I have to tell you this right now but I wished I had mustered up the courage to ask you to be mine. I should have tried instead of being afraid.”

“You can… always… wait for me… in the next… life… you know,” you sigh with a small smile. Leon never exactly believed in anything after death; if it’s the end then it’s the end, he thought but for you, he wished that there is something after death just so he could be with you.

“How long will I wait for you until we can be together again?” Leon quietly asks.

“Live… live… your life… while waiting for… me… make use… of it.”

Your hand relaxes but your eyes stay fixed on him, the lids not draping over lifeless irises. He takes your hand again, only for it to limply fall back down. He gently closes your lids with a blood-stained thumb, holding you close to him and gently swaying you back and forth as he cries into the leather jacket he gave to you, still wrapped around your lifeless body. He felt many different things at this moment: agony, resentment, desolation, and many others that he had no names for. Such a lively person didn’t have to die this way, he did– him and his vice of turning to alcohol, him and his vice of never letting people into his life. You were his greatest love and the center of his most impossible dreams.

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“Y/N wouldn’t want you to live like this!” Chris exclaims as he sees Leon passed out on his dining table, surrounded by several tall bottles of whiskey and empty packets of hangover relief pills. Claire had also come over, cleaning up around Leon’s apartment; when the siblings had come in, the apartment was dark and the smell of booze lingered heavily in the air. Claire turned the light switch on and saw Leon asleep on his table, head resting on his arm whilst his right hand was still curled against a heavy-bottomed glass filled with the amber drink. Immediately, Chris gently shook Leon awake which earned him a displeased look. Chris was more concerned by how Leon looked than the glare he received– his hair was matted and messy, his stubble unshaven for several weeks, with the heavy purple eye bags that hung on his eyes. His lips were dry and crusty and the wounds that Leon was instructed to bandage were not covered up with gauze, the stitches slightly red.

“Forget about Y/N,” Leon slurs. “She’s not around to see me look fucking pathetic.”

Chris stayed silent for a moment, Leon’s reliance on alcohol to deal with his grief reminding him of himself from years ago.

“Leon, you’re going to kill yourself soon if you don’t stop this.”

“Sounds real nice.”

He takes a deep breath before he takes the glass from Leon’s hand and pours the drink in the sink, setting the glassware on the counter.

“Y/N told you to do something with your life. Are you seriously going to stay in this cycle of getting drinking and getting drunk until we find you dead? Because I’m sure as hell that Y/N doesn’t want that!”

Leon stays silent, gaze fixed on the empty bottles in front of him. Chris’ words sobered him up real fast but he still itches for the relief of the burning sensation the whiskey gives to him as he takes a swig. He doesn’t even realize that a tear has wet his cheek before dropping down into the wooden table beneath him, Chris getting up from his chair and engulfing him in a hug. Before he could even think of stopping it, his tears stream down endlessly as he sobs into his shoulder. This is all Leon’s done ever since your funeral: drink, get drunk, and cry but to cry in the company of a friend makes him feel a lot less alone. He feels another figure hug behind him, realizing that it’s Claire. The comfort of her touch causes his breathing to slow down, his body becoming less tense with her soothing words.

“Leon,” Claire says in a firm but gentle voice. “We’ll get you to therapy and stay away from alcohol for a bit. You need help.”

Before Leon could protest,  Chris faces him and gives him a nod.

“Yeah. It’s for your own good and trust me, I’ve been here before.”

With a sigh, Leon decides to get his life together. It won’t be easy and sure as hell won’t be smooth but for you he’ll try. Helping the Redfields clean up, he takes a trash bag and takes all the garbage before starting a shower in what feels like ages while the siblings start on a decent meal for him.

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It’s been months since he’s started seeing a therapist and he feels a lot less shitty than he did. Occasionally, he feels the urge to go get himself a bottle of alcohol but he fights the urges and gradually, those urges have gotten less strong and he feels proud of himself for overcoming this. Of course, he still misses you and he sometimes cries himself to the thought of you, your lifeless body still appearing in his dreams but therapy has been helping him cope with your loss a lot better than he previously assumed. He’s already got a dinner reservation with Chris and Claire to thank them for the help they’ve given him, along with the patience to listen to him every time he talks about you.

Leon finally finishes fixing his hair, fixing his suit and making sure he looks presentable before finishing up the look with a small spritz of cologne. Leon looks at himself in the mirror, looking better than he has in a long time. He smiles at his reflection, feeling a lot more confident than he has. His gaze falls to your dog tags on his bedside table, a painful memory resurfacing in his mind but he sets that painful feeling aside because he’s going to see you today. Even better, he’s got a basket ready with candles, your favorite sweets, lunch, flowers, and a Valentine’s Day letter (with songs listed down that he thinks you’d love).

“Looking good,” he tells himself as he admires his suit from different sides.

Taking the basket, he makes his way out of his apartment and into his car. Setting his radio to a station that plays sappy romantic songs, he pulls out of the parking lot and makes his way to the cemetery you’re buried in. As much as he wants to stay in and feel a little sad, he decides to celebrate Valentine’s Day since it’s one of your favorite holidays.

After a nice 30-minute drive he finally arrives at the cemetery. Taking a pink teddy bear and his picnic basket out of the passenger seat, he makes his walk to your grave that is buried in a more private corner of the entire place. He finally spots your grave and sets his picnic blanket down before taking out pink candles, lighting them up before he takes the contents out of the basket.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other,” he softly tells you. “I miss you. Everyday.”

It’s true; each passing day, his love for you doesn’t change and instead grows and extends to places he didn’t know love could touch.

“I got you sweets and a bear, though I’ll have to bring the bear home after this. No alcohol since I’m on a sobriety journey so you’ll have to bear with me on this one.”

He sets your bouquet of flowers down and lines up the sweets around your grave.

“Hope your ghost stays full with these.”

He suddenly remembers the letter he wrote the night before, fishing it out of the bottom of the basket. Much to his confusion, he can’t find it anywhere though he’s sworn that he placed it inside before leaving. He looks back at your headstone before he looks around, making sure that no one’s around to possibly take from your grave.

“I’ll be back, I just have to find something.”

He walks back to his car and looks around, looking for the letter. After a few moments, he nudges against something and the letter falls out along with an old picture of you and him from several years ago. You and him are wearing sleek suits, smiling brightly at the camera during the portrait awarding ceremony; the President decided to award a portrait for you and him as his token of gratitude for saving his daughter a while back. He remembers how you walked up to the photographer and asked him for a casual picture with you; Leon had a small smile on with his arms crossed while you were beaming bright, your body slightly leaned against his. The sight of you being so full of life caused tears to brim at his waterline, wiping them away before they could ruin the photo or his letter.

“You’ve still got some tricks up your sleeve I guess,” he quietly mumbles to himself. He takes the letter and the photo along with him, keeping the picture in the inside pocket of his blazer as he walks back. He looks up and sees a butterfly, fluttering right above him before disappearing and flying off into the wide open sky.

NOTE - I was literally rushing to get this done but I think this turned out pretty well. I tried to make chewy rice balls with my friend at his house yesterday and it turned out rock-hard 😭 We threw it to the wall and it literally bounced off and it sounded like we threw a pebble 😭😭What's worse is that this is a project and the teacher in charge for this subject is a culinary major... sir I hope you won't be disappointed 💀 Anyways, that's all for my fic and thanks for reading it!!!!!! Also thanks for 201 followers, this means so much to me, I <3333333 UUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!

The dividers are from @plutism , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[apollodarling-writes]

can you please write Acotar yandere Azriel x reader headcanons and can you also make reader? their mate because I think being Azriel mate will just amplify his yandere tendencies, because we all know how Azriel would do anything for a mating bound

YANDERE AZRIEL HCs

nonnie ily your brain is so big.

tws: caging, confining, intimidation, uses his shadows to keep tabs on you and stalk (???) you, reader is kidnapped by enemies of the night court for information, azriel slaughters said enemies

Yan! Azriel who initally met you through Feyre. Rhysand had agreed to let Feyre bring a close friend of hers to dinner and you waltzed in, immediately feeling the bond snap in place.

Rhyand sensed something was going on, talons gently scraping against Azriel's mental barriers and found out that the two of you were mates.

Rhysand, being the cocky matchmaker he is, moved Cassian from beside his brother in arms, and politely asked you to take a seat next to Azriel.

Yan! Azriel whose shadows are quick to lick at your flesh, weaving between your fingers and fidgeting with your clothing, eager to become familiar with their Master's mate.

Yan! Azriel who is quick to retract them, apologizing to you in a quiet tone, making sure to avoid your gaze.

Yan! Azriel who, after you leave for the night, orders his shadows to keep a close watch on you. He can't have his mate getting hurt!

Yan! Azriel who sees you coming over more often to spend time with Feyre, catching your sneaky glances with a soft gaze.

Yan! Azriel whose heart pounds in his chest when you approach him, your body language hesitant yet eager to become more familiar with him.

Yan! Azriel who gazes at you longingly, his instincts telling him to keep you safe no matter the cost.

Yan! Azriel who always, always knows where you are and what you're doing- courtesy of his shadows feeding him this information.

Yan! Azriel who doesn't know how to tell you that the two of you are mates, so he ponders on it for awhile.

Yan! Azriel who, while planning how he should tell you one day, is mortified and unbelievably angry when his shadows inform him that you were in danger.

Yan! Azriel who immediately winnows to your location and finds that one of the many enemies of the Night Court had caught wind of your familiarity with the High Lord's Inner Circle and had kidnapped you for information.

Luckily, Yan! Azriel was able to slaughter all of the guards in time to rescue you before they hurt you too badly!

Yan! Azriel who can barely contain his fury when he sees that your lovely skin is bruised and bleeding, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tremble in fear.

Yan! Azriel who is quick to murmur sweet nothings and unshackle you, winnowing back to The House of Wind to patch you up.

Yan! Azriel who is gentle as he cleans and dresses your wounds, shakily pressing kisses to each.

Yan! Azriel who explains that he keeps tabs on all of the Inner Circle (except for Rhysand) when you ask. It's a safety precaution. He's lying.

Yan! Azriel who takes a deep breath and admits that the two of you are mates, watching as your eyes light up and your lips part with delighted shock.

Yan! Azriel who is shocked that you seem so excited and that you take being his mate so well. It just makes him love and appreciate you more!

Yan! Azriel who goes off on his own to build a cozy home for the two of you with his own two hands, creeping you out surprising you with it when you say you wanted a home of your own one day.

Yan! Azriel who, after the Mating Ceremony, slowly becomes more possessive and controlling in subtle ways. He just wants to keep you safe! Can't you see that?

Yan! Azriel who uses magick to trap you in your shared home when you keep trying to leave... Is he not enough for you? Is there something that's you need done? He can do anything and everything for you, so please just stay put!

Yan! Azriel who understands why you're ignoring him, but if you keep it up, he'll have to resort to drastic measures to get you to talk to him again.

Yan! Azriel who threatens persuades you to keep quiet about what's been going on at home. You wouldn't want your family to get hurt would you? Keep those lips of yours sealed, darling. His shadows are always keeping watch.

Yan! Azriel who is elated when you finally come around, giving into his efforts to keep you safe and healthy.

[jobean12-blog]

Fallen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Werewolf AU)

Word Count: 689

Summary: Nothing will keep you from the love of your life, not your father's blade and certaintly not a seemingly irreversible curse.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing this AU and although it's short I really enjoyed it and hope to revisit! This is for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetic challenge! Thank you bunches to @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such a cool challange! 💕💕The prompt I was given is shown below. I know it gives a Viking vibe but I figured it would work as them hunting the werewolf- that's where my brain went! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰 I made a moodboard but it STINKS bc I just can't do it, I'm no good at it, but I included it at the bottom just because I wanted you to see some stuff I had in mind LOL 😆

Warnings: some angst during a chase, small mention of i-n-ju-r-y and b-lo-o-d, softness too!

Your fingers dig deep into thick fur as the powerful muscles beneath propel you forward at a pace that has the wind whipping around you and chilling you to the bone.

The forest is dark except for the ethereal glow of the moon as you race through the shadows, clinging to him and silently urging him on through every labored breath.

The flight is born out of necessity, the distant sound of clashing weapons and battle cries echoing through the trees, a constant reminder that danger is still close.

As the terrain changes and becomes more uneven you tighten your grip but your fingers slip through fur matted with blood. Darkness closes in around you, the trees growing denser and forming an almost protective barrier as you weave about the trunks.

You can feel his heart pound in rhythm with yours, his muscles strained and taut with tension. You whisper to him, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night and with renewed strength he surges forward, carrying you closer to safety.

Just when it seems he can go no further, a clearing emerges ahead, your sanctuary. He surges forward with one last determined stride and collapses on the stone pathway.

The small cottage seems to have sprung from the very fabric of the woods, the weathered stones surrounded by overgrown moss and vegetation, blending in seamlessly within the trees.

You slide from his body, hot tears streaming down your face as you run your hands over his large body. The wound on his hind leg is deep, the dark red blood still seeping out.

“James,” you cry. “Please.”

Bright blue eyes meet yours and he whimpers before nuzzling his nose under your hand.

“Please,” you beg.

He heaves himself from the ground and limps toward the doorway. You rush forward and open it, helping him inside before he collapses again, unmoving other than the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

It’s late into the night when you finally get the bleeding to stop, his wound cleaned and covered. Your hands are stained red but your tears have dried as exhaustion takes over and you lay your head against his fur.

Sleep comes quickly but it’s fitful, plagued by the nightmares of what’s hunting you. When you awake you’re curled up between four legs, your body cocooned and warm in his soft fur.

You stretch your aching muscles and sit up to check on his leg.

“You haven’t changed back,” you say quietly.

“You were shivering in the night,” he answers as his tail settles on your lap, keeping you warm still.

You burrow closer to him and scratch behind his ears.

“Thank you.”

It’s just a whisper, barely audible to human ears.

His body starts to shift, the long back fur receding and bones realigning. Muscles ripple under skin, adjusting to their new form and sharp claws retract, leaving behind long human fingers.

With a trembling hand James reaches out, his blue eyes still holding something wild and feral, but when his skin brushes yours, tender and vulnerable, you fall into his embrace and feel him sag under your acceptance.

“We cannot stay here,” he murmurs. “Your father will never stop hunting me.”

You lift your hand, cradling his cheek, the skin underneath still lined with a shadow of hair, and brush your finger over his lips.

“Then I will never stop running,” you tell him as you lean closer.

His dark hair falls in front of his face and your fingers trace his jaw before you tuck it back behind his ear. He runs his nose along your skin with a deep inhale, down your throat and back up again until he finds your lips, a satisfied growl rumbling through his chest.

“You would leave it all behind?”

His question is gentle, a gasp against your lips as he wraps his large hand around your waist and pulls you closer.

“There is nothing for me there…not without you.”

Your name falls from his parted lips, leaving nothing but the breath between you and when his lips press to yours he consumes you, body and soul.

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Sacklers woulda gotten away with it if it wasn't for those darned meddling feds

The saga of the Sacklers, a multigenerational billionaire crime family of mass-murdering dope-peddlers, is an enraging parable about how the wealthy, the courts, and sadistic high-powered lawyers collude to destroy the lives of millions, profit handsomely, and evade justice.

But there's an unexpected twist to this tale. After the Sacklers procured a sham bankruptcy that denied their victims the right to sue while leaving their fortune largely intact, the Supreme Court – yes, this Supreme Court – saw through the scam and froze the process, pending a full hearing:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/08/10/us/supreme-court-purdue-pharma-opioid-settlement.html

The Sacklers basically invented modern, legal dope peddling. Arthur Sackler, the family's original crime-boss, revived the practice of direct-to-consumer drug marketing, dormant since the death of the medicine show, to peddle Valium. An aggressive and shrewd lobbyist, Arthur built the family fortune and, more importantly, its connections:

https://www.timesofisrael.com/how-the-sackler-family-built-a-pharma-dynasty-and-fueled-an-american-calamity/

A generation later, the family's business company created Oxycontin, and procured misleading and false research about the drug's safety kickstarting the opioid epidemic, whose American body-count is closing in on a million dead. Armed with inflated claims about opioid safety, the Sacklers' pharma reps bribed, cajoled and tricked doctors into writing millions of prescriptions for oxy.

This scam had a natural best-before date. As ODs flooded America's ERs and bodies piled up in America's morgues, it became increasingly clear that something was rotten. The Sacklers pursued a multipronged campaign to keep the truth from coming to light, and to keep the billions flowing.

On the one hand, they hired McKinsey to find novel ways to encourage doctors to keep writing prescriptions and to convince pharmacists to turn a blind eye to abuse. McKinsey had all kinds of great ideas here, including paying pharma distributors cash bonuses for every overdose death in their territory:

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/03/business/mckinsey-opioids-settlement.html

When the issue of these deaths came up in public, the Sacklers blamed "criminal addicts" for their own misery, stigmatizing both people who desperately needed pain relief and the people who'd been deliberately hooked on the Sacklers' products. The legacy of this smear campaign is still with us, both in the contempt for people struggling with addiction and in the cruel barriers placed between people in unbearable agony and medical relief.

But mostly, the Sacklers kept their names out of it. They laundered their reputations by donating a homeopathic fraction of their vast drug fortune to art galleries and museums in a bid to make their names synonymous with good deeds.

The Sacklers didn't invent this trick. Think of the way that history's great monsters – Carnegie, Mellon, Rockefeller, Ford – are remembered today for the foundations and charities that bear their names, not for the untold misery they inflicted on their workers, their crimes against their customers, and the corruption of governments.

But the Sacklers made those Gilded Age barons seem like amateurs. They invented a modern elite philanthropy playbook that Anand Giridharadas documents in his must-read Winners Take All, about the charity-industrial complex that washes away an ocean of blood with a trickle of money:

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/11/10/winners-take-all-modern-philanthropy-means-that-giving-some-away-is-more-important-than-how-you-got-it/

As part of this PR exercise, the individual Sacklers kept their names and images out of the public eye. For years, there were virtually no news-service photos of individual Sacklers. When journalists dared to criticize the family, they used vicious attack-lawyers to intimidate them into retractions and silence (I was threatened by the Sacklers' lawyers).

They also worked their media mogul pals, like Mike Bloomberg, who added their names to the "Friends of Mike" list that Bloomberg reporters were required to consult before writing negative coverage:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/02/29/friends-of-mike-enemies-of-the-people/#sacklerbergs

But Stein's Law says that "anything that can't go on forever will eventually stop." As lawsuits mounted, the Sacklers found themselves increasingly synonymous with death, not charitable works. But like any canny criminal, the Sacklers had a getaway plan.

First, they extracted vast sums from Purdue and shifted it into offshore financial secrecy havens:

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-purduepharma-bankruptcy/sacklers-reaped-up-to-13-billion-from-oxycontin-maker-u-s-states-say-idUSKBN1WJ19V

Even as this money was disappearing into legal black holes, the Sacklers demanded – and received – extraordinary protection from the courts, who aggressively sealed testimony and materials presented through discovery:

https://www.reuters.com/investigates/special-report/usa-courts-secrecy-judges/

When this gambit finally failed, the Sacklers insisted that were down to their last $4 billion, and, with trillions in claims pending against them, they declared bankruptcy.

When a normal person declares bankruptcy, they are required to divest themselves of nearly everything of value they possess, and then still find themselves hounded by cruel arm-breakers who deluge them with threatening calls and letters:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/19/zombie-debt/#damnation

But for the richest people in America, bankruptcy is merely a way to cleanse one's balance sheet of liabilities for any atrocity you may have committed on the way, without giving up your fortune.

The Sacklers are a case-study in how a corrupt bankruptcy can be conducted.

Purdue Pharma presents a maddening case-study in the corrupt benefits of bankruptcy. When it was announced in March, many were outraged to learn that the Sacklers were going to walk away with billions, while their victims got stiffed.

First, they converted their victims' right to compensation into "property" that the Sacklers themselves owned. This transferred jurisdiction over these claims from the regular court system to the bankruptcy court. A bankruptcy judge – not a jury – would decide how much each of these claims was worth, and then what how much of that worth these victims (now recast as creditors) would be entitled to through the bankruptcy.

Thus tens of thousands of claims were nonconsensually settled without a trial, by an administrative judge with no criminal jurisdiction, not a federal judge who'd undergone Senate confirmation:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/03/31/vaccine-for-the-global-south/#claims-extinguished

These "coercive restructuring techniques" are not available to everyday people who are drowning in student debt or credit-card bills – these are the exclusive purview of the wealthiest Americans, who enjoy a completely different bankruptcy system that is rigged in their favor.

Three judges – David Jones and Marvin Isgur of Houston and Bob Drain of New York – hear 96% of the country's large corporate bankruptcies:

https://www.creditslips.org/creditslips/2021/05/judge-shopping-in-bankruptcy.html

These judges are unbelievably horny for corporations, embracing a legal theory "that casts the invention of the limited liability corporation alongside that of the steam engine as a paradigmatic development in the pursuit of prosperity":

https://prospect.org/justice/how-do-you-solve-a-problem-like-the-sacklers-purdue-pharma-bankruptcy/

Now there are more than three bankruptcy judges in America, so how do the nation's biggest companies get their cases heard by these three enthusiastic Renfields for corporate vampirism?

They cheat.

For example: when GM was facing bankruptcy, it argued that it was a New York company on the basis that it owned a single Chevy dealership in Harlem, and got in front of Judge Drain.

The Sacklers were – characteristically – even more brazen. They really wanted to get their case in front of Judge Drain, the nation's most enthusiastic supporter of "third party releases," through which bankrupt billionaires can wipe the slate clean, securing dismissals of all claims by the people they wronged.

Drain is also uniquely hostile to independent examiners, "an independent third-party appointed by the court to investigate 'fraud, dishonesty, incompetence, misconduct, mismanagement, or irregularity…by current or former management of the debtor."

https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=3851339

If you're the Sacklers, hoping to keep two thirds of your billions and extinguish all claims by your victims, there is no better helpmeet than Judge Robert Drain of the Southern District of New York.

So, 192 days before filing for bankruptcy, the Sacklers opened an office in White Plains, New York (a company may claim jurisdiction in a specific court once they've operated a business there for 180 days).

Then they filed a bankruptcy in which they altered the metadata on their casefile, inserting the code for a Westchester county hearing into the machine-readable, human-invisible parts of the documents they uploaded to the federal Case Management/Electronic Case Files (CM/ECF) system (they also captioned the case with "RDD, for "Robert D Drain").

They chose their judge, and the judge obliged. UCLA Law's Lynn LoPucki is one of the leading scholars of these bankruptcy "megacases," and has written extensively on why these three judges are so deferential to corporate criminals seeking to flense themselves of culpability. She sees judges like Drain motivated by "personal aggrandizement and celebrity and ability to indirectly channel to the local bankruptcy bar. The judge is the star and the ringmaster of a megacase – very appealing to certain personalities."

Thus, these judges are "willing and eager to cater to debtors to attract business…[an] assurance to debtors that…these judges will not transfer out cases with improper venue or rule against the debtor…"

https://www.fulcrum.org/concern/monographs/02870w66d

This kind of judge-shopping goes beyond the Sacklers; the cases that Drain and co preside over make a mockery of the idea of America as a land of equal justice. "Prepack" and "drive-through" bankruptcies are reliable get-out-of-jail-free cards for capitalism's worst monsters: private equity firms.

Whether PE murdered your grandmother by buying her care-home and putting each worker in charge of 30 seniors:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/portopiccolo-nursing-homes-maryland/2020/12/21/a1ffb2a6-292b-11eb-9b14-ad872157ebc9_story.html

or poisoned your kids by filling your neighborhood with carcinogens:

https://www.webmd.com/special-reports/ethylene-oxide/20190719/residents-unaware-of-cancer-causing-toxin-in-air

limited liability wipes the slate clean.

30% of America's bankruptcies are private equity companies using the bankruptcy system to wipe away claims for their misdeeds, while keeping a fortune, thanks to the shield of limited liability.

Take Millennium Health, JamesS lattery's fake drug-testing company, which promised to help nursing homes figure out whether seniors were abusing (or selling) their meds by testing their piss for angel dust and other drugs. Slattery defrauded Medicare and Medicaid for millions, borrowed $1.8 billion (Slattery got $1.3 billion of that). He eventually walked away from this fraud after paying a mere $256m to settle all claims, and kept a fortune in assets, including the 40 vintage planes his private company ("Pissed Away LLC" – I am not making this up) owned:

https://prospect.org/justice/how-do-you-solve-a-problem-like-the-sacklers-purdue-pharma-bankruptcy/

For the wealthy, bankruptcy is the sport of kings, a way to skip out on consequences. For the poor, bankruptcy is an anchor – or a noose. This is by design: judges who preside over elite bankruptcies speak of their protagonists as heroic "risk takers" and tiptoe around any consequences, lest these titans be chained to a mortal's fate, costing us all the benefits of their entrepreneurial genius.

PE companies helped the Sacklers design their own bankruptcy strategy, and it was a standout, even by the standards of Bob Drain and his kangaroo bankruptcy court. But now, the Supreme Court has pumped the brakes on the whole enterprise.

The judges ruled that the exceptions the Sacklers took advantage of were intended for bankrupts in "financial distress" – not billionaires with vast fortunes hidden overseas. In so doing, the court threatens all manner of corrupt arrangements, from "the Boy Scouts, wildfires and allegations of sexual abuse in the church diocese — where third parties get a benefit from a bankruptcy they themselves aren’t going through.”

The case was brought by the DoJ's US Trustee Program, which lost in the Second Circuit when it tried to halt the Purdue bankruptcy and argued that the Sacklers themselves had to declare bankruptcy to discharge the claims against them.

Now the Supremes have hit pause on the bankruptcy the Second Circuit approved, and will hear the case themselves. It's only one step on a long road, but it's an unprecedented one. Some of the country's filthiest fortunes are riding on the outcome.

Going to Defcon this weekend? I’m giving a keynote, “An Audacious Plan to Halt the Internet’s Enshittification and Throw it Into Reverse,” tomorrow (Aug 12) at 12:30pm, followed by a book signing at the No Starch Press booth at 2:30pm!

https://info.defcon.org/event/?id=50826

I’m kickstarting the audiobook for “The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation,” a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and bring back the old, good internet. It’s a DRM-free book, which means Audible won’t carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:

http://seizethemeansofcomputation.org

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/11/justice-delayed/#justice-redeemed

Image: Edwardx (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Serpentine_Sackler_Gallery,_June_2016_05.jpg

CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/deed.en

[cultofdarkwood]

If you're still taking requests, then I guess as a rare pair since I know you've gotten a ton of leshycat, could I request some lambmura please?

ngl this one stumped me for a min but i think i got a good idea bear with me. i LOVE writing shamura so much, it was really fun to figure out them and the lamb's dynamic.

(as a note, shamura is wearing the purple version of the mystic robes, bc thats what i have them dressed with in game!!)

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The halls of Shamura's temple were cold and dark, empty save for the clop of lamb hooves and dragging spider silk. Occasionally, the patter and click of spider paws and claws would approach, only to be swiftly dealt with by the sword the lamb held in their hand.

"How much further?" they asked their companion, almost whining. The tall spider towering behind them only gave them a look.

"Not much," Shamura replied, sweeping the purple of their robes up to avoid snagging on a pile of bones. Their head was draped in a spider silk veil, wrapped tightly around their scarred wound and hovering with a loose flutter over their top set of eyes. They spoke with clarity, but the lamb could see in their eyes an uncertainty that even they weren't sure of the distance.

"We're lost," the lamb accused, the red eye of their sword fixed on the spider.

"Do not be absurd," Shamura said. "I am simply familiarizing myself with my temple once more."

"Which is your way of saying we're lost," the lamb nearly seethed, sighing and crossing their arms. Their sword changed its shape and returned to their head as the Red Crown. "Shamura, be totally honest with me. Do you remember which way the library is?"

"Archives," Shamura corrected instantly. "Libraries are for browsing. Archives are for record keeping. And none are allowed to enter my archives but me."

"And me," the lamb said, giving the spider a firm, slanted glare. "Because there's no way I'm letting you go in there alone. You'll get lost."

"A bold assumption to make, that I would not know my own archives like the backs of my hands," Shamura said, their eyes narrowed with the barest hint of a warning.

"In your head," the lamb clarified, taking their sword from their head to slice through a giant, thin spider web that covered the large, arching doorway they passed beneath. "Lost in your head. I would never be able to find you and get you out of there."

"I am starting to tire of being used against myself," Shamura hissed under their breath.

"Heket asked me," the lamb said, moving to step ahead of the spider. "She asked me specifically not to let you go in there alone. Told me that you'd literally get lost in there for years while your disciples ran your cult."

Shamura said nothing at that, the silence its own concession.

"Oh, this looks like it," the lamb said, stopping in front of a large, grand door. Reaching for one of the handles, the lamb hissed and retracted their hand when a barrier of magic sprung up to burn them. When they glanced at the Red Crown, it gave them no answers. "Well, fuck. Shamura, why did your door bite me?"

"It requires-" the spider began, before pausing. Their features twitched into a frown, and they gave the lamb a look. "It requires a password."

"Well?" the lamb asked, gesturing to the door. Shamura sighed and stepped close.

They murmured in a foreign tongue, a language the lamb could not understand. Slowly, the hum of magic that protected the door began to fade. When it was gone, Shamura stepped closer and reached for the handle. Though the doors were large, they easily pulled one open.

"If you insist on coming in with me, my only rule is this," they said, curt and to the point. "Do not touch anything. Do not look at anything. And do not wander off."

"That's three rules," the lamb pointed out. Shamura nodded despite that.

"And you will follow all of them," they said, before making their way inside the archives. "For the safety of my records, and your own."

The lamb rolled their eyes, dismissing their sword and following the spider inside.

Shamura's archives were dark, and when the doors shut behind them, they were shrouded in pitch black. Shamura continued walking, unbothered by this, but the lamb promptly fumbled and tripped.

A hand caught their arm, and the Red Crown brightened enough to see Shamura keeping them from falling. The spider looked down at the lamb, their face carved from the shadows with red light. The mandibles that protruded from their mouth clicked in amusement.

"Careful, little lamb," Shamura said, pulling them upright.

Embarrassed, the lamb nodded, and Shamura released their arm. The spider led the way, navigating the darkness with ease while the lamb was forced to hurry and stay close by the light of the Red Crown alone.

Shamura clearly knew the archives well, going straight to a specific section with no trouble. What they did not know was the exact location of the knowledge they sought, and thus, the lamb could only sit on the floor and wait while the spider searched through the shelves.

Two hours in, the lamb pushed themself to their feet. "I'm gonna go stretch my legs," they said. Shamura, now seated and surrounded by books and scrolls, gave a soft hum, but did not raise their head.

Two minutes later, the lamb was lost. They swore they only turned one corner, but when they returned to where they thought they had left Shamura, the spider and their pile of knowledge were gone. Retracing their steps and trying a different way back didn't work either.

"Shamura?" they called out through the darkness, but there was no answer. Sighing, they lifted their hands, groaning and dragging them down their face. "Fuuuck, okay. Shit. How do you find a spider in a huge, creepy, dark-"

The air shifted behind them, and they summoned their sword, turning on instinct to block the clanging strike. With its form changed, the Red Crown could not give off as much light, but what little it did revealed Shamura, the blade of an axe scraping the sword of the Red Crown. Shamura's eyes were clouded and unfocused.

"Fuck," the lamb said. Shamura pulled the axe away and promptly kicked them square in the chest.

The air was struck from their lungs as they flew backwards, hitting the ground hard and rolling. Their sword clattered to the ground somewhere, and they lay in the pitch black, trying to catch their breath. A presence crouched over them, a knee pinning their forearm to the ground by their side.

"How did you get in here?"

"Shamura," the lamb said, flexing the fingers of their free hand. The Red Crown was taking its sweet time to return to them. "Shamura, it's me, come on-

The blade of the axe cut into the ground by their head, and the body pinning theirs shifted, warm breath caressing the lamb's face.

"How did you get in here," the spider enunciated, their voice hard. "And who are you?"

"Shamura, it's me," the lamb said, a tinge of desperation leaking into their voice as they reached for the Red Crown again. The sword returned to their hand, only for Shamura to grab their wrist and pin it too. "Shamura, it's me, it's the lamb, we're trying to find something, remember? Heket asked me to come with you!"

At the mention of Heket, Shamura's grip slackened, and the lamb pulled their arm free once more. The Red Crown returned to their head, brightening their surroundings and revealing Shamura's dark eyes. Now bathed in red light, the spider's eyes glimmered with incorrect recognition.

"The Red Crown," they murmured, their voice hard and their body tensing. Their gaze slid from it to the face of the lamb, tightening with fury.

In that split second before Shamura did anything, the lamb rushed to think. They couldn't physically attack the ex god of war, not like this. Their curse was a fire curse, which would've been out too even if it didn't come with the immediate risk of Shamura separating their head from their body (if not for the attack, then for setting fire to their archives). They were pinned, and Shamura was out of their own head, lost in time, back when they were a Bishop and the lamb was their enemy.

Unable to think of anything else that would help them get out of here without Shamura murdering them, the lamb did something stupid. With their free hand, they grasped the purple of Shamura's robes and pulled the spider down into a kiss.

Shamura tensed in surprise, struggling against their grip, but the lamb held on. Desperate, they kissed the spider so hard that the fangs that protruded from Shamura's mouth sliced through the flesh of their lips. The tang of iron and the taste of blood flooded their senses, but they held on, jamming their mouth against the spider's own.

Shamura shifted, and suddenly their pinned arm was free. As they lifted it to grasp onto Shamura's shoulder, an arm slid beneath their back, hoisting them flush against a war toned chest. Now, they were being kissed back.

When they parted, the lamb was relieved to see that the proper sort of recognition and clarity had returned to Shamura's eyes.

"Lamb," they said, their voice heavy. "You're bleeding."

"That is your fault, you bit me," the lamb retorted, now sitting up with their hands firm on Shamura's shoulders. "Where the fuck did- do you just keep weapons in here? Where the fuck did you get an axe?"

Shamura looked to where the axe was stuck in the ground, wincing. "That would be one of my old ceremonial axes," they muttered, reaching for the handle. "My apologies, lamb."

The lamb sighed, wiping the blood that flowed down their chin. "It's fine, Shamura. Did you at least find the damn thing we came in here for?"

Carefully, Shamura helped the lamb to their feet, wrenching their axe out of the ground with a twitching crack of wood. From within their robes, they pulled a wrapped, tightly bound scroll. "This is it, I believe."

"Thank fuck." The lamb sighed, dropping their forehead onto Shamura's shoulder. "Can we go?"

"Of course," Shamura said, tilting their head down at the lamb. "I will need to return my axe to its case, first. Might I assume that we will discuss what happened here back within the safety of your cult?"

"Oh, haha! That!" The lamb laughed, pushing themself away from Shamura. "Yeah, um, we can totally, just don't tell Heket."

"Tell her what?" Shamura asked, a glimmer of amusement in their eyes. "That you left me alone in my archives, or that you-"

"Okay, time to go!" With an embarrassed haste to their actions, the lamb grabbed Shamura by the hand and began to drag them through the archives. Shamura only laughed.

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ 「 9 / 31 * A NEW ‘PUPPY’ 」

August 7, 1895

“Are you sure about this, dear?” The sun streaks across the Train’s sleek lines and Clara marvels at the massive steel beast, powerful and elegant, carving its presence out of the otherwise dreary California landscape. Much like her husband, it is a fusion of the times, the present—by her account—and the future, blended seamlessly to create something larger-than-life that would put even Captain Nemo’s prized Nautilus to shame.

“I’m positive it’ll work. Besides, somebody has to test it to make sure everything is properly calibrated and I’d rather not put you or the kids at risk.”

It isn’t that she doubts her husband on this—he’d already invented a Time Machine once—that fancy metal behemoth propped up in the Delgado Silver Mine where it would wait for another sixty years until Mr. East—Marty came to retrieve it, facilitating the events that, to them, have already occurred.

He had been working diligently on this ever since they’d agreed that they couldn’t remain in this time, lest they threaten the space-time continuum and potentially jeopardise Emmett’s own existence. Even when she could no longer keep up with his future knowledge of science that still bordered the realm of science-fiction by this time’s standards, she had nothing but confidence in his ability.

No, it is the inherent risk that any scientific experiment entails that has her worried for Emmett’s safety, for time is the one barrier she has no hope to breach should something go terribly wrong.

But she can’t allow herself to think like that.

“I’ll be back in about ten minutes’ time from your perspective.” Emmett wraps his arms around her waist, radiating such confidence and conviction that Clara almost feels foolish for worrying so much.

“And not a minute longer,” Clara teases, leaning in to send her husband off with a fond kiss.

The train whistle blares, slicing through the tender parting and causing both Doc and Clara to leap a foot in the air. Laughter, muffled, yet still filtering out from the open cab, takes the place of the silence and if Clara strains her ears, now ringing from the sudden unexpected noise, she can hear Jules and Verne shouting at each other from inside the Train, the latter complaining how he wants a turn.

“I’d better go before the boys decide that I have to wait for them to be finished before I’m allowed to interrupt.”

“Boys, come out of there,” Clara calls, projecting her stern teacher voice that leaves no room for discussion or debate. “You know the Time Machine isn’t a toy and your father has very important work to be doing.”

Jules and Verne both groan, but in mere moments, they trudge their way out of the Train, carefully descending the steps.

“Can we come too, Dad?” Jules asks, throwing that wide-eyed, pleading look at his father that usually has him folding.

“Yeah! Us too!”

“I’m sorry boys,” Emmett says earnestly, “not this time. But I promise that the next time we use the Train, it’ll be as a family.”

“He’ll only be gone for a few minutes,” Clara adds, to which both of the boys’ faces immediately fall, their expectations of some grand adventure dashed.

Emmett climbs into the cabin and retracts the steps and Clara ushers the boys back several feet, mindful of Emmett’s tales of the first Time Machine and its aggressive displacement method. The boys wave as the Train picks up speed and Clara finds herself holding her breath, her chest tightening with each crack of thunder resounding through the air in spite of the idyllic blue California afternoon. The shockwave rattles her bones and when the flash of light subsides, leaving nothing but a trail of fire and smoke where the Train was only a moment ago, Clara finally lets out the breath she was holding.

“Whoa!! Did you see that, Mom? Dad’s gone!”

Verne runs along the side of the tracks, chasing the ghost of the train with Jules in tow, and Clara stays rooted where she is, overcome with a number of complex thoughts and emotions. The reality of it thrills and excites—time-travel would open doors and wonders that she only ever dreamed about, only ever found through the escape of fantastic books—while paradoxically releasing hordes of butterflies in her stomach, each flutter of its wings an uncertainty, a yet unforeseen trouble, an obstacle to overcome.

The Twentieth Century awaits—she could practically grasp it in her hands now, alive with possibility and promise and peril—and they were going to greet it together, as a family.

Clara doesn’t know how long she stands there until she comes back to herself, pulling out her pocket watch to check the time. Two minutes until Emmett should be getting back. Jules and Verne have moved well enough away from the tracks now, likely chasing one of the small critters if their fixation with the ground is any indication.  

When the storm rolls in despite the conspicuous lack of overcast, Clara’s attention snaps back to the tracks at the same time the boys whip around, eagerly awaiting their father’s return. The Train returns with all the pomp and circumstance it deserves, steam rising from its engine, and once Clara confirms that it’s safe to approach, the boys take off, meeting Emmett at the cab.

“It worked, Dad, it worked—but it’s so loud!”

Emmett peeks his head out of the window, grinning triumphantly down at his family. “Right on time. The temporal displacement worked perfectly—in reality, I was gone for almost three hours.” Both Jules’ and Verne’s eyes go wide. “But according to my watch”—he digs around in his pocket, fishing out the watch—“it has only been ten minutes exactly. I thought I might have to recalibrate the Time Circuits, but it looks like—”

Something barks from inside the cabin and Clara and her husband exchange a look.

“What was that, Dad?”

“It barked! Did you get a dog?” Verne gasps. “Did you bring a dog from the future?”

“You remember me telling you stories of my faithful companion Einstein, don’t you?”

“Named after one of your heroes of the Twentieth Century,” Clara says, recalling the countless tales in which Einstein the dog made an appearance. She had known she would come face-to-face with her husband’s best friend—before Marty, that is—at some point, but she had hardly expected the large, shaggy creature sitting comfortably in the train as if this is old news, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Einstein looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings, then appraises each new unfamiliar face in turn.

“And the world’s first time-traveller,” he says proudly, reaching down to scratch Einstein behind the ears. “I grabbed him from the lab when I could be certain Marty wouldn’t show up unexpectedly.”

“Does he bite?” Jules asks, his voice trembling slightly.

“Only if he doesn’t like somebody. But Einstein is an exceptional judge of character—he’s more likely to lick the skin off your face if you don’t push him away than he is to bite you.” Emmett ushers Einstein out of the Train and gestures to each member of his family, introducing them as if Einstein was possessed of human intelligence.

“I know this is all confusing right now, Einie, since I’ve only been gone a couple hours as far as you’re concerned, but I’d like you to meet my family.”

[republicsecurity]

Helmet Capabilities

The standard-issue helmet for the cadets in the Enforcer Academy is a multifunctional headgear designed to provide protection, communication, and situational awareness. The helmet is an integral component of the full-body armor system and offers the following capabilities:

Protection and Construction

Material: Constructed from a composite of high-strength polymers and lightweight alloys, the helmet offers excellent ballistic protection while remaining lightweight.

Ergonomics: The interior is padded with adjustable, high-density foam to ensure a secure and comfortable fit for extended wear.

Visor System

Retractable Visor: The helmet features a retractable, polycarbonate visor that can be deployed or retracted with a simple voice command or manual switch. The visor is impact-resistant and provides full facial protection.

Heads-Up Display (HUD): When the visor is deployed, it functions as a transparent display, overlaying critical information directly onto the user's field of vision. The HUD includes data such as ID overlays of other cadets, navigation aids, environmental readings, and communication messages.

Communication

Integrated Communications Suite: The helmet is equipped with a built-in communication system, allowing for helmet-to-helmet communication among cadets and instructors. This includes individual, group, and broadcast modes.

External Noise Control: The helmet can either fully block outside noise or allow selective sounds, such as authorized speech, to pass through. This feature ensures clear communication while maintaining situational awareness.

Sensory Input Management

Noise Dampening: Blocks out external noise when necessary, with adjustable settings to allow selective auditory input.

Visual Filters: Can dim, block or enhance visual input based on the cadet’s environment, reducing sensory overload.

AI Monitoring: The helmet’s integrated AI monitors conversations, filtering out unauthorized or harmful communications and providing real-time feedback.

Sensors and Monitoring

Environmental Sensors: The helmet includes sensors to monitor external conditions such as temperature, humidity, and air quality, providing real-time data to the wearer and the command center.

Biometric Monitoring: The helmet continuously monitors vital signs, including heart rate, respiration, and stress levels, transmitting this data to the central monitoring system.

Safety and Security

Neck Seal: The helmet features an airtight neck seal that integrates with the body armor, ensuring a complete protective barrier against hazardous environments.

Additional Features

Night Vision and Thermal Imaging: The helmet is equipped with night vision and thermal imaging capabilities, allowing for enhanced visibility in low-light or obscured conditions.

Custom Fit: The padding and internal structure can be adjusted to fit various head sizes and shapes, ensuring a custom fit for each cadet.

Usage and Maintenance

Battery Life: The helmet's power supply is integrated with the suit's main power system, providing continuous operation for up to five days without recharging.

Maintenance: Regular maintenance includes cleaning the visor, checking the seals, and ensuring the communication systems are functioning properly. Maintenance protocols are outlined in the standard operating procedure manual.

Remote Control and Safety Features

Instructor Control: Instructors can remotely control helmet functions, including visual and auditory inputs, to ensure cadet safety and compliance.

Emergency Lockdown: The helmet can immobilize the cadet’s head and control movements via the neural interface in critical situations.

Usage Parameters

Operational Duration: Designed for continuous use up to 7 days, with standard operational periods of 5 days.

Maintenance Cycle: Requires a maintenance check and recalibration after each operational cycle to ensure optimal performance.

[journey-to-the-attic]

Can't wait for the new chapter!!!!

While I wait for the chapter however, I keep thinking of an IK who's actually a hybrid between and angel and a human (aka her mom was an angel and fell in love whit her dad and stuff and that's why she left in the first place)

I keep imagining that one day,as she's hanging out whit the bros and Solomon wings just suddenly pop out of her back and she's like "oh" while the brothers are FREAKING.OUT.

ATHEY CALL UP SIMEON AND DIAVOLO OUT OF PURE PANIC AND TRY TO FIGURE OUT TF IS GOING OUT WHIT THEIR HUM- ERR..ANGEL?

also if you could write some hcs abt this?? If you want to ofc ^^ ♡

one minute ik's having a perfectly nice day and the next she's on the floor because those wings are HEAVY

this is a super interesting concept!! i'd be happy to brainstorm some ideas ^^

there are Implications and Logistics of ik's mother being an angel, so let's imagine there's some kind of god barrier override that would let a low-level angel (i.e. one that god isn't paying much attention to) sneak out of the celestial realm without being noticed, and that's how that happens

(the idea that an angel snuck out of heaven, made it down to earth, then saw ik's dad and was immediately like 'oh but i must' is so funny)

(given how he fares in the ddvd au, this seems to just be the effect zhao has on demon and angelkind alike)

either she somehow sneaks back to the celestial realm or is still living in hiding on earth, but it doesn't really matter much for the purposes of ik being a hybrid

i imagine that being exposed to the magic of the devildom and other angels for a long time has 'awakened' her more angelic traits, so to speak?

anyway first things first

ik is panicking because she can't actually balance with these massive fucking wings on her back, so she literally can't stand up until simeon manages to get her to retract them

everyone else is panicking because shit this is really bad actually

like, if word gets out to the celestial realm - who knows what could happen?? the high council could very feasibly declare ik under their jurisdiction, being part angel, and then it'd just be free reign for whatever they wanted to do

there's solomon, who could claim guardianship since ik's still part human, but he's just one human - plus, with how autocratic the celestial realm is, it's very doubtful they'd listen to him

so, while diavolo, lucifer, solomon and simeon are deliberating how to handle the whole situation, ik's trying to figure out what the HELL just happened

they're fledgling wings, so they're covered in silvery down and can't actually be used to fly yet, but they're still so heavy

ik does not want this (no offence to her angel friends), and to be honest she'd be a lot happier if the wings disappeared and never came back

it kind of sucks for a while - whenever she gets stressed out, the wings unfold, and every single time they bring her straight down to the ground

sometimes it feels like she's suffocating in them and it just makes things worse

some of the brothers are more conflicted about this than others - but it's not like this changes the fact that one of their own is in distress, so ultimately they're still all focused on taking care of her

asmo knows what it's like to hate your wings, so he's extra careful to be there as soon as ik gets stressed. he very affectionately calls it 'going feathery', and he'll stay there for as long as ik needs until the wings go away. sometimes he'll brush the feathers

lucifer's mainly just worried about ik's safety, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching her the ropes of having feathery wings. he promises to teach her to fly properly once her flight feathers come in, and the fact that he seems to be looking forward to it makes ik feel a little better

mammon's VERY insistent that this doesn't change anything. see, he can still pick ik up just fine, even with the extra weight of the wings! so don't be sad, because it's not as if this matters a jot to him!

there's a sort of identity crisis to be had here... ik doesn't know how to see herself anymore - human or angel? she's lived her whole life fully believing she was just human, but now that the wings are such an invasive part of her life, she can't just ignore the angel part

solomon does his best to reassure her - as far as he's concerned, she's still an essential example of humanity, and so will always be firmly under his protection

but luke does a better job, because his view of the matter is very simple: to him, there's no point in putting her in either camp exclusively. ik is his best friend, and that's the important part, whether human or angel

(though a part of him is kind of happy about the news - even if he feels really bad about it)

ultimately, this is the view the others decide on too

ik being part angel doesn't change anything about what she did - because you don't have to be an angel to keep choosing kindness the way she does

it's a bit of a weird situation overall, because there's not exactly been other well-known hybrids that they could seek out advice from; if they do exist, they have to have been lying very low to avoid the celestial realm's persecution

that's all i have for now!! sorry it was mostly more angsty things, but there's a lot to do with this prompt, so i'd be happy to talk more about it in future!!!

[theblogforuae]

Enhance Safety and Security with Reliable Barriers in UAE

Hey there! Have you noticed how cities like Dubai and Abu Dhabi are booming? With more people and cars around, safety becomes even more important. That's where clever folks in businesses, government, and building management come in. They're using some really neat tools called safety barriers and parking barriers to keep everyone safe and sound. These barriers are like invisible walls that help prevent accidents and keep pedestrians and drivers separated. They're also super helpful for managing parking spaces, making sure everyone gets a spot and there's no chaos! It's all about keeping our cities vibrant and safe, one barrier at a time!

Safety barrier:

Safety Barrier are adjustable solutions designed to protect pedestrians and property from potential hazards. They come in various materials and configurations, including:

Plastic barriers: Imagine you're throwing a block party and need to keep the bouncy castle safe for the little ones, or section off an area for games. This is where plastic barriers shine! Lightweight and easy to move around, they're ideal for temporary gigs. Plus, their bright colors grab attention and help everyone see where they shouldn't go. Think of them as the friendly cones of the barrier world, guiding people in the right direction.

Metal barriers: Now, let's say you're working on a construction site. Here, you need something a bit tougher. That's where metal barriers come in. These heavy-duty guys can handle bumps, scrapes, and even the occasional runaway toolbox. Metal barriers are the security guards of the barrier family, creating a strong and stable line to keep people safe.

Retractable barriers : Ever been to a fancy restaurant with a fancy rope separating the entrance ? . That's a type of retractable barrier! These clever gadgets have a belt or rope that extends from a post, letting you create a barrier that can be easily adjusted or removed as needed. Perfect for places where you need to control access but also want to add a touch of style. Think of them as the chameleons of the barrier world, adapting to any environment!

Parking barrier

Parking barrier, on the other hand, are specifically designed to manage parking spaces and prevent unauthorized access. They come in different styles, such as:

Automatic Bollards: Your Personal Parking Genie! Imagine pulling up to your spot and like magic, a short post rises from the ground, reserving it just for you. That's the magic of automatic bollards! These high-tech wonders stay hidden underground until you arrive. With a special key card (think secret handshake!), the bollard pops up, creating your own personal parking kingdom. Once you leave, the bollard disappears again, keeping unwanted vehicles at bay. Talk about convenience fit for a superhero!

Manual Bollards: Reliable and Budget-Friendly Looking for a more wallet-friendly option? Manual bollards are your answer! These sturdy posts are like the old-school knights of parking protection. They rely on a good old-fashioned key or padlock to raise and lower. Sure, they might not have the James Bond-style gizmos of automatic bollards, but they offer a reliable and cost-effective way to control access to your parking space. Plus, there's a certain satisfaction in using a good old key – a classic solution that gets the job done!

Wheel Stoppers: Simple But MightySometimes, you just need a straightforward solution. Wheel stoppers are low-profile blocks that act like parking spot bouncers. They prevent cars from going over a certain line, making sure no one accidentally (or intentionally!) steals your designated spot. These little guys are super easy to install and get the job done without any fuss. Perfect for marking designated parking areas or restricting access to specific zones, wheel stoppers are a simple but mighty way to keep your parking woes at bay.

Choosing the right barriers depends on your specific needs and the environment.

Strength and Visibility: Imagine a busy road versus a peaceful park. On the road, you need a strong barrier to handle potential impact. In the park, something bright and easy to spot keeps everyone aware of designated areas.

Easy Does It: Think about how often the barrier will be used. In high-traffic areas, you'll want something that's quick to set up and take down. No one wants to spend ages wrestling with a barrier when there's a constant flow of people or vehicles.

Budgeting for Beauty: Barriers come in all shapes, sizes, and, of course, prices. Consider how much you're willing to spend and choose something that fits your budget. But don't forget about looks! The right barrier can actually enhance the overall visual appeal of your space.

Conclusion : 

Busy cities in the UAE need special tools to keep people and places safe. Just like how fences keep animals in a zoo, safety barriers block off dangerous areas to protect people from getting hurt. Parking barriers are like special gatekeepers for cars, making sure only the right ones park in the right spots. This helps keep traffic flowing smoothly and finding a parking spot easier!

There are all sorts of barriers, just like there are all sorts of jobs they need to do. Lightweight barriers, like pool noodles you might use at a pool party, work well for short events. Strong metal barriers, like the ones you see around construction sites, are extra tough for big jobs.

The same goes for parking! You can pick automatic barriers that open and close by themselves, or simple wheel stoppers that keep cars from rolling away. By choosing the right barriers, the people who plan cities and events in the UAE are making sure everyone has a safe and fun time!

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Exactly max worded that out badly but so did lewis saying “i love the track the way it is” and people are legitagreeing

Call both if them out or dont.

lewis was asked about safety and said “it’s not something i think of” because he trusts the fia to make the right decisions going forward which is like, i can really 100% see where he’s coming from in terms of the racing driver mindset & the fact that you can’t let yourself be consumed by worries about safety or you will just not be able to perform, and i don’t think his phrasing is anywhere near as clumsy as max’s was. but it’s still not AMAZING let’s be real

at the end of the day though i think more than saying “well X DRIVER said this so you can’t criticise Y DRIVER” i think it’s vital to highlight that these guys are professional athletes, not lawyers or politicians or whatever. yes they’re all media trained to an extent but their job is to drive cars fast, not to give perfect rehearsed beauty pageant contestant answers to every question under the sun. i think all of us can think of times when we’ve phrased arguments terribly, or said something without thinking the implications through entirely, or made a bold statement without being totally informed. we’ve just been fortunate enough to say them among friends or on a tumblr blog with a few hundred followers rather than in a press conference that’s going to be watched and reported on worldwide for millions of people to see and/or read about. and for several drivers there’s a language barrier as well that makes it hard for them to phrase things off the cuff in english in a way that stands up to prolonged scrutiny. that’s not to say that drivers shouldn’t be called out or expected to issue apologies/retractions when they say something genuinely awful. but i do think there’s only so much use in picking apart every little aspect of drivers’ comments to the media and trying to use that as an indicator of who has the most pure and holy and morally upstanding fave

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The Disposable Hypodermic Syringes Market is projected to grow significantly, with its market size estimated to increase from USD 4,395 million in 2024 to USD 9,037.53 million by 2032, reflecting a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 9.43% during the forecast period. The global disposable hypodermic syringes market is witnessing robust growth, fueled by advancements in healthcare, rising prevalence of chronic diseases, and increasing awareness of safety protocols in medical practices. Disposable syringes, primarily used for administering medications and vaccinations, have become indispensable in modern healthcare due to their convenience, affordability, and ability to reduce the risk of cross-contamination. This article explores the dynamics, drivers, challenges, and future prospects of this essential medical device market.

Browse the full report at https://www.credenceresearch.com/report/disposable-hypodermic-syringes-market

Market Overview

Disposable hypodermic syringes are single-use medical devices designed for various healthcare applications, such as drug administration, blood collection, and therapeutic injections. Unlike reusable syringes, they are designed to be discarded after a single use, ensuring hygienic and safe practices.

Globally, the market is experiencing significant growth, with projections indicating a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of around 5-7% from 2023 to 2030. Key factors contributing to this growth include the rising demand for vaccinations, especially following the COVID-19 pandemic, and increased government initiatives promoting safe injection practices.

Key Market Drivers

Increased Demand for Vaccination Programs Vaccination programs, particularly in response to global health crises like COVID-19, have driven the mass production and use of disposable syringes. The rollout of immunization programs for diseases such as measles, influenza, and polio has further fueled market demand.

Rising Prevalence of Chronic Diseases Chronic conditions such as diabetes, cardiovascular diseases, and cancer require frequent administration of injectable medications. The rising incidence of these diseases globally has boosted the demand for disposable syringes.

Enhanced Safety and Infection Control Measures The use of disposable syringes eliminates the risk of needle-sharing and cross-contamination. Governments and health organizations, such as the World Health Organization (WHO), advocate for the use of auto-disable syringes, which render them unusable after a single use.

Technological Advancements Innovations such as syringes with built-in safety features (e.g., retractable needles) and eco-friendly materials are enhancing product appeal and compliance with safety standards.

Challenges

Environmental Concerns The disposal of single-use plastic syringes poses a significant environmental challenge. Regulatory agencies and manufacturers are exploring biodegradable and recyclable materials to address this issue.

Price Sensitivity in Developing Markets While safety syringes are gaining popularity, their higher costs remain a barrier in low- and middle-income countries.

Counterfeit Products The market faces challenges from counterfeit syringes, which can compromise patient safety and tarnish brand reputations.

Future Prospects

The disposable hypodermic syringes market is poised for sustained growth, driven by the following:

Regulatory Push: Governments mandating the use of safety syringes and banning reusable options in healthcare facilities.

R&D Investments: Manufacturers investing in innovative products that balance safety, cost-effectiveness, and environmental sustainability.

Global Health Initiatives: Programs by organizations like UNICEF and Gavi to vaccinate underserved populations.

Key Player Analysis:

Becton, Dickinson and Company (BD)

Terumo Corporation

Nipro Corporation

Braun Melsungen AG

Smiths Medical

Cardinal Health

Hindustan Syringes & Medical Devices Ltd. (HMD)

Gerresheimer AG

Retractable Technologies, Inc.

Teleflex Incorporated

Segmentations:

By Material Type:

Polymer Syringes

Cyclic Olefin Polymers (COP)

Cyclic Olefin Copolymers (COC)

Polypropylene and Other Polymers

Glass Syringes

By Sales Channel:

Manufacturers

Distributors

Retailers

By End User:

Hospital

Diabetic Care Centers

Blood Collection Centers

Veterinary Care Centers

Clinics

By Region:

North America

U.S.

Canada

Mexico

Europe

Germany

France

U.K.

Italy

Spain

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

South Korea

South-east Asia

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America

Brazil

Argentina

Rest of Latin America

Middle East & Africa

GCC Countries

South Africa

Rest of the Middle East and Africa

Browse the full report at https://www.credenceresearch.com/report/disposable-hypodermic-syringes-market

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Why a 4WD Cargo Barrier is Essential for Your Vehicle’s Safety and Organization

Safety and organization are crucial when it comes to off-roading, camping, or any adventure involving a 4WD vehicle. One of the best investments you can make for your vehicle is a 4WD cargo barrier. Not only does it enhance safety, but it also helps keep your gear secure, organized, and accessible. In this article, we’ll explore the importance of a 4WD cargo barrier, the available types, and why it’s an essential accessory for any 4WD owner.

What is a 4WD Cargo Barrier?

A 4WD cargo barrier is a partition designed to separate the cargo area from the cabin of a 4WD vehicle. It is typically installed behind the rear seats, acting as a physical barrier that prevents loose items or equipment from flying forward into the passenger area in the event of sudden braking or a collision. Cargo barriers are made from durable materials such as steel or heavy-duty mesh to ensure strength and reliability.

Why Do You Need a 4WD Cargo Barrier?

Safety Protection for Passengers One of the primary reasons for installing a 4WD cargo barrier is safety. When driving off-road or navigating rough terrains, there is always the risk that unsecured cargo could shift. In the event of a sudden stop or accident, loose items could become projectiles, causing injury to passengers. A cargo barrier ensures that all items are securely contained in the back, reducing the risk of injuries.

Organization of Gear For outdoor enthusiasts, having a well-organized vehicle is essential. Whether you're heading out on a camping trip, transporting tools for a job, or just need extra storage, a 4WD cargo barrier helps to keep everything in place. It prevents gear from rolling around, making it easier to find what you need without rummaging through a disorganized cargo space.

Maximizing Vehicle Space A cargo barrier also helps to optimize your 4WD’s available storage space. With the barrier in place, you can safely stack gear up to the barrier’s height without worrying about it shifting. This is especially helpful when carrying large or heavy loads that need to be securely stored without affecting your driving visibility or comfort.

Load Securing in Off-Road Conditions Off-roading involves tackling challenging terrain, and cargo can be subjected to heavy bumps and jolts. A 4WD cargo barrier keeps your load firmly in place, preventing damage to your vehicle's interior and ensuring that the cargo remains intact. It also protects valuable equipment from exposure to dust, dirt, and moisture.

Types of 4WD Cargo Barriers

When choosing a 4WD cargo barrier, there are a few different types to consider, depending on your needs and vehicle type:

Full-Sheet Cargo Barriers These barriers cover the entire rear area of the vehicle, providing maximum protection and separation between the cargo and the cabin. Full-sheet barriers are ideal for those who need to store bulky or heavy items and want added peace of mind about their safety.

Mesh Cargo Barriers Mesh barriers are lightweight but still durable enough to provide security for your cargo. These are perfect for drivers who don’t need the full coverage of a sheet barrier but still want to keep their gear contained. Mesh barriers also offer better visibility, which can be a significant advantage for drivers who want to maintain a clear view of their rear space.

Retractable Cargo Barriers For those who need flexibility, retractable cargo barriers offer a convenient solution. These barriers can be pulled out when needed and retracted when not in use, allowing you to switch between carrying cargo and having full access to the rear cabin.

Heavy-Duty Cargo Barriers If you’re frequently hauling heavy or bulky loads, a heavy-duty cargo barrier made from reinforced steel or other strong materials might be the right choice. These barriers are designed to withstand the toughest off-road conditions and prevent larger items from shifting or causing damage.

Benefits of Installing a 4WD Cargo Barrier

Improved Vehicle Safety: Cargo barriers are designed to protect both passengers and the driver from the potential hazards posed by unsecured items in the back of the vehicle.

Enhanced Organization: With a barrier in place, gear and cargo are easier to organize, reducing the clutter and making it simpler to access equipment when needed.

Long-Term Durability: Made from high-quality materials, 4WD cargo barriers are built to last, providing a reliable solution for securing your cargo on every adventure.

Ease of Installation: Many 4WD cargo barriers are designed to be easy to install, often requiring no drilling or complex tools. This makes them a great DIY project for those who prefer a hands-on approach.

Conclusion

A 4WD cargo barrier is an essential accessory for anyone who uses their vehicle for outdoor activities, off-roading, or long road trips. Not only does it keep your gear secure and organized, but it also protects passengers from potential harm caused by loose items in the vehicle. With a variety of types and styles available, it’s easy to find a barrier that suits your needs and enhances your vehicle’s safety and functionality. Whether you’re carrying camping gear, tools, or other equipment, a 4WD cargo barrier is a smart investment that ensures your adventures are safer and more organized.

Source: Why a 4WD Cargo Barrier is Essential for Your Vehicle’s Safety and Organization

[petcaringshop]

Folding Pet Barrier Fence Cat Dog Gate Bamboo Pet Fence Retractable Cat Dog Puppy Sliding Door Safety Gate Pet Isolation Fence

The wooden fences can keep pets or children ,baby away from dangerous areas while providing a safe fence for playing and resting.

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Maximize Your Pool's Potential with a Retractable Roof System 🏊‍♂️🏡

Transforming your pool into a year-round haven is easier than you think, especially when you consider installing a retractable roof system. This modern solution not only enhances the aesthetic appeal of your outdoor space but also brings a host of practical benefits. From protecting your pool to lowering maintenance and energy costs, retractable roof systems are a game-changer for any pool owner. To further enhance your pool area, you might also want to explore pool covers and rollers for added convenience.

1. Year-Round Swimming in Any Weather 🌧️🌞

A retractable roof system allows you to enjoy your pool in any weather condition. Whether it’s raining, windy, or too hot outside, the roof can be adjusted to provide the perfect swimming environment. On sunny days, you can slide the roof open for a refreshing outdoor experience, while during cooler or stormy weather, you can close it to create a cozy, indoor-like space. This feature makes your pool usable 365 days a year, maximizing its potential and ensuring you get the most out of your investment.

2. Improved Pool Safety 🚸

Safety is always a top priority, especially for pool owners with young children or pets. A retractable roof system, combined with pool covers and rollers, provides an extra layer of protection by preventing accidental access to the pool when it’s not in use. Many retractable roofs can also be locked, ensuring that the pool area is secure when unsupervised. This added security is invaluable, giving you peace of mind knowing that your pool is both safe and functional.

3. Energy Efficiency and Cost Savings 💡💰

One of the key benefits of a retractable roof system is its contribution to energy efficiency. When the roof is closed, it helps retain heat in the pool, reducing the need for external heating. This can significantly lower your energy bills, especially if you live in a region where pool heating is necessary for most of the year. Additionally, covering the pool helps minimize water evaporation, which not only conserves water but also cuts down on the need for frequent chemical treatments. For a comprehensive solution, consider pairing your roof with other retractable roof systems to further enhance your pool area.

4. Low Maintenance and Cleaner Pools 🧼✨

One of the major challenges of owning a pool is keeping it clean. Debris, leaves, insects, and dirt can quickly accumulate in an open pool, requiring constant cleaning and chemical adjustments. A retractable roof system acts as a protective barrier, keeping your pool cleaner for longer. This means less time spent on maintenance and fewer chemicals needed to keep your water clear and balanced. It’s a win-win for both your time and your wallet.

5. Enhance Your Home’s Aesthetic and Value 🏡💎

Not only does a retractable roof system offer practical benefits, but it also adds a sleek, modern look to your home. A beautifully designed roof can complement your backyard’s overall design, creating an elegant outdoor space that is as functional as it is stylish. Moreover, this feature can increase the value of your property, making it an attractive option for potential buyers should you ever decide to sell your home.

Conclusion: Transform Your Pool Experience with a Retractable Roof System 🎯

A retractable roof system offers year-round usability, improved safety, energy efficiency, and low maintenance—all while enhancing the visual appeal of your backyard. If you're looking to upgrade your pool area, this innovative solution is a must-have. Ready to take the next step? Visit this site for more information on retractable roof systems and other ways to optimize your pool area.

Make your pool a true year-round retreat by investing in a retractable roof system that delivers comfort, safety, and convenience in one stylish package!

[republicsecurity]

Know Your Gear

The recruits lined up in formation, their suits gleaming under the artificial lights of the training facility. The visors, currently transparent, waited to be activated as they prepared for the day's training. KO10T and 6DG05, imposing figures in their own suits, moved with purpose as they approached the recruits.

"Weapons training will enhance your capabilities as tactical paramedics. It's about precision, control, and ensuring the safety of those you're tasked to protect," 6DG05 added, the tone stern and unwavering.

"Today, you'll learn to wield tools that can protect not only your own life but the lives of those under your care," KO10T's voice echoed through the recruits' helmets, each word tinged with a calculated intensity.

The chamber's walls, adorned with holographic targets, served as the canvas for the impending lesson. Tasers, the introductory step into the realm of self-defense, were distributed among the recruits. The instructors demonstrated the proper usage and care, emphasizing the necessity of precision and control.

The recruits, visors dimmed, moved with a calculated grace. The tasers, held with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, became extensions of their armored arms. The crackling arcs of electricity leapt from device to holographic target, a display of controlled power.

"This is not just about incapacitating a threat," 6DG05 intoned, his visor concealing any trace of expression. "It's about maintaining control in chaotic situations. You are the stewards of order, even in the midst of disorder."

As the recruits honed their skills, the chamber flickered with the intermittent glow of tasers in action. The instructors observed with a detached scrutiny, their armored forms resembling silent sentinels overseeing the initiation of a new phase in the recruits' training.

As they reclined in specially designed chairs, the suits initiated the synchronization process with the docking station. A low hum resonated through the chamber as the suits relinquished control, allowing the station to take charge of the disassembly and maintenance routine. The visors, usually a barrier between the wearers and the world, retracted, revealing the fatigued but determined countenances of IU664 and H2U8M.

IU664 and H2U8M feel exhausted after a full morning of taser training. As the suits synchronized with the station, the familiar hiss of seals disengaging resonated through the chamber. The visors retracted, revealing the fatigued faces of IU664 and H2U8M, their expressions hidden beneath the veneer of technology for most of the day.

Taser training was intense. How are you holding up, IU664?"

IU664, seated beside him in the docking station, responded with a weary yet determined tone. "It pushes us to our limits"

Simultaneously, the docking station's mechanisms initiated the extraction of the waste containment unit. The suits' waste disposal system, discreetly managed within the confines of the chastity device, efficiently emptied into a sealed receptacle.

They sucked on nutrient tubes, replenishing their energy reserves while the docking station discreetly managed the disposal of waste, a seamless integration of bodily functions within the paramedic routine. The replenishment of energy, both for their biological bodies and the suit's power cells, brought a sense of revitalization.

H2U8M, with a faint smile, remarked, "The tasers feel like an extension of the suit, don't they? A tool in our arsenal to ensure we can fulfill our duties effectively."

IU664 nodded in agreement. "Exactly. It's about mastering every aspect of our gear, whether it's for healing or defense."

The suit's internal diagnostic displays, visible within the helmet HUD, indicated the charging process. Lines of data and status updates scrolled as the suits absorbed the energy, recharging the intricate systems that sustained their paramedic functionality.

The sensory feedback of the replenishing process, coupled with the knowledge that their suits were being meticulously cared for, instilled a sense of satisfaction—a quiet acknowledgment of the intimacy shared between the paramedics and their technologically enhanced identities.

As the nutrient infusion continued, the docking station's efficient operations concluded the suit's maintenance cycle. With a subtle click, the armored plates resealed, the visors descended, and the paramedics within were once again enveloped in the embrace of their revitalized suits.

In their own private docking stations, KO10T and 6DG05, the seasoned instructors overseeing the training of the paramedic recruits, received the synchronized notification that echoed the completion of the maintenance cycle for the entire platoon. The updates appeared on their HUDs, providing a comprehensive overview of each recruit's vitals, suit status, and the successful execution of the replenishment process. The nutrient-rich liquid had seamlessly nourished the recruits, and the waste disposal had been efficiently managed, ensuring uninterrupted functionality.

With a shared nod, KO10T and 6DG05 prepared to disengage from their docking stations.

In the cold, sterile confines of the training chamber, the paramedic recruits assembled once more under the watchful eyes of their instructors, KO10T and 6DG05. The subdued hum of the overhead lights and the muted clinks of the recruits' armored suits filled the air as they prepared for the next phase of their training.

The tasers, essential tools for self-defense in their line of duty, lay neatly arranged on a metallic table. The recruits, visors down, were guided by the AI's instructions to clean and service the tasers. Each intricate component required meticulous attention, and the recruits followed the protocols embedded in their HUDs to ensure the proper functioning of these defensive instruments.

The instructors, with their visors retracted, moved among the recruits, offering guidance and occasional words of encouragement.

Through the encrypted communication channels of their helmets, IU664 and H2U8M exchanged brief remarks, relying on the HUD's text inserts to communicate efficiently. The occasional tapping of fingers on the armored surfaces served as a form of silent camaraderie, a shared understanding of the meticulous task at hand.

The sealed environment of their suits, while providing protection, also heightened the sense of isolation. The muffled sounds of their breathing and the faint hum of the life support systems created an eerie backdrop to their work.

IU664 and H2U8M communicated over their encrypted channels, their voices transformed into streams of digital data transmitted through the secure network of their helmets.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] How's it going on your end, H2U8M?

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Progressing well. These gauntlet gloves make precision tasks a challenge.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Tell me about it. Feels like assembling delicate machinery with boxing gloves.

The AI, ever watchful and responsive to the recruits' needs, detected the challenges posed by the cumbersome gauntlet gloves. As IU664 and H2U8M struggled with the fine motor tasks, the HUD displayed a series of augmented reality guides.

[HUD Insert] Visual Assistance Activated

Subtle holographic overlays appeared on their visors, outlining each step of the cleaning and servicing process with precision. Ghostly hands mimicked the movements required, offering a visual guide that complemented the recruits' tactile efforts.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Got some virtual hands showing me the way. Makes it a bit less like assembling in the dark.

The augmented reality assistance not only provided step-by-step instructions but also adjusted in real-time to their progress. If a task proved challenging, the AI adapted the visual cues, offering alternative approaches and highlighting critical details.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Same here. These gloves aren't winning any awards for dexterity, but the guides help.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] True, but the HUD guides help a lot. Almost done here. How's your status?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Finished the cleaning. AI flagged a potential issue with the power cell. Need to check it.

As IU664 and H2U8M diligently cleaned and serviced their Tasers, the AI meticulously tracked every motion, every adjustment, and every successful task completion. The HUD came alive with dynamic graphs, performance analytics, and real-time progress updates.

[HUD Insert] Performance Report

A set of animated charts and graphs materialized on their visors, depicting the efficiency of their cleaning techniques, the precision of their adjustments, and the overall proficiency in handling the Tasers. Each recruit had a personalized section, color-coded to represent their unique contributions to the task.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Looks like my adjustment accuracy is improving.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Check out the cleanliness rating. Not bad, huh?

The AI, acting as a digital conductor orchestrating the training session, provided positive feedback and constructive suggestions. Encouraging messages flashed on the HUD, creating a sense of camaraderie despite the physical isolation imposed by the suits.

[HUD Insert] Collaborative Success

The recruits' progress bars overlapped in a shared section of the display, symbolizing their collaborative success. The AI, recognizing the synergy between IU664 and H2U8M, acknowledged their joint efforts and effective communication.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] We make a good team, even in these suits.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Definitely. Who knew Taser maintenance could be a bonding experience?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] You know, in the corps, it's not bonding, it's bondage.

H2U8M, momentarily pausing in his tasks, responded with a digital chuckle.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] True. These suits do have a way of bringing us closer, though.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Closer, and a bit more restrained.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Ah, the irony. Who knew saving lives would come with a side of kink?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] The things we sign up for. At least we get shockingly good stories out of it.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] True, we'll have to stick to the sanitized version for the folks back home. "Everything's fine, Mom, just saving lives and wearing high-tech suits."

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] "It's like a medical drama, but with more sci-fi and less drama." They don't need to know the details, right?

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Exactly. Let them marvel at the heroics without diving into the nitty-gritty. Wouldn't want to worry them.

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] Imagine explaining the whole bonding versus bondage thing. They'd think we joined some strange cult.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] "Mom, Dad, we're not in a cult, we're just… really committed to public service."

H2U8M: [Text Insert on HUD] And shockingly good stories, as you said. Just the kind of tales you can't share over a family dinner.

IU664: [Text Insert on HUD] Our little secret. The sanitized version for them, the uncensored version for us.

KO10T: [Text Insert on HUD] Exceptional performance, recruits! Positive stimuli inbound. Enjoy the reward for your dedication.

The recruits, feeling a gentle surge of positive stimuli through their chastity cages, were reminded of the peculiar rewards and motivations within the corps.