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[labrxnth]

Bundles of Conflowers (Leon x Reader Series)

Tag List:

Summary: A girl who grew up under Umbrella's thumb finally gets freedom when the end of the world happens.

WC: 3310

CW: Human experimentation, hurt then comfort fic, SLOW BURN, series relevant swearing and violence

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

The first thing you experienced about the apocalypse wasn’t the loud sirens, explosions, or screaming. It was how quiet it was. The usual fluorescent lights of the lab testing floor you were on were still burning as bright as ever, your eyes trailing the multitude of doctors and nurses scrambling through the hall, clipboards and keycards in hand. 

Your hand placed itself on the glass wall, confused as to why the doctors and scientists were acting more skittish than usual. The feeling you had in your stomach turning into a deeper pit. Anxiety swelling inside of you. 

Even without any of the chemicals dumped into you through the many syringes “gifted” to you, your intuition was off the charts. You knew something was wrong. 

Hearing the usual vroom of the door to your cell opening, your eyes turned to it, seeing the scientist usually in charge of you with a lead in hand. He stood in the doorway, his salt and pepper hair slicked back like it always was. His glasses were pristine, no scratches or dirt on them, his lab coat and scrubs eerily clean. 

“Subject 13, we’re moving you,” David said, his voice not leaving room for question. 

You nodded, walking up to him. David had been in charge of you since you got here at the ripe age of 10. A decade of being trapped in these four walls, not seeing the outside. 

The last time you were outside, the whole world felt like it was dripped in neon. The lights, the hair, the makeup, everything. All you wanted was a Barbie doll or a cabbage patch kid. Now, the world to you was white walls, white floors, and people wearing all white. 

David clasped the lead onto your thin collar, starting to walk the opposite end down the hallway that you were used to. You only ever walked to the left of your cell, not the right. Today you were going to the right, following all the other doctors and scientists. 

“Where are we going?” You asked quietly. 

“Hm?” David asked, not even bothering to look over you. 

You took a second, looking down at your feet while you walked. Taking a deep breath, you got ready to rephrase your sentence. “Father, where are you taking me?” You rephrased. 

He smiled back at you, his yellow cigarette smoke stained teeth being visible from behind his lips. “My flower, we’re relocating you.” He responded, then looked forward. 

Relocation….. 

You’ll get to see another part of the world. Maybe if you were lucky, you’d be able to see outside through windows. The idea thrilled you more than the fear of being sent to another location. But still, one thought loomed over you, the NEST had been your home for the past 10 years, why were they moving you now?

“Father, why?” You asked, watching people run by you. The hairs on the back of your neck were sticking up, matching the anxiety of everyone else besides David. 

“Because, My Flower, someone messed up on one of the upper floors,” He replied. His tone was always condescending, infantilizing you, talking down to you. He acted like you were still 10 like when he “found you”. 

“Messed up?” You asked. He never told you about stuff happening on the upper floors, you were hoping that he’d be willing to go into deeper detail if he was already in a talking mood. 

“Birkin…. messed with something that he shouldn’t have,” He responded and left it at that. 

Birkin…. That had to be a person by the way he was talking. You had searched your memory, trying to figure out if you ever came into contact, but couldn’t remember anything. 

As the two of you walked through a set of double doors, the hallway changed from white to a blaring red. An alarm was going off, along with the emergency lights, making the hallway a sensory nightmare. 

You squeezed your eyes closed, attempting to quell the migraine you were starting to get from everything. 

After going through another set of double doors, you felt yourself rising from the ground. Opening them in a panic, you noticed you were in an elevator, making your way to the surface. How long had it been since you were in an elevator last? It had to have been at the mall, while you were waiting impatiently to get to Orange Julius. 

The mall that had just opened up down the road from where you lived. The same mall where a strange man in a suit came up to you and asked you where your parents were.

The same one where you were taken from, never to see the outside world again. 

“Where will we go?” You asked, your (e/c) eyes meeting his face. 

“Where we go,” David replied dryly. 

You nodded, discontent with the answer, but pushing your feelings aside like you had been trained to do. If you dug too far, it would only spell more pain and suffering for you; curiosity was not a trait celebrated by Umbrella Corp. 

He led you down another hallway, the lead tugging at your neck, an uncomfortable feeling, making you seem like a dog. Your place was a lab rat, property owned by Umbrella Corp. You were truly David’s bitch through and through. Something he held over you. 

After a mind numbing walk through more hallways than you could count, you felt the cold air prick your face. Your nose breathed in the fresh air for the first time in a decade, tears almost welling in your eyes at the nostalgic feeling of it. It was crisp, but warm at the same time. Smelling like nothing, but everything all at once. Where the air smelled like cleaner and chemicals in your cell, the air here smelled of an electric charge, a storm on the horizon, and the calamity happening in the city. 

Looking around, you saw the city horizon line. There were more lights than when you were brought here, assuming you were looking at the same side of the building from before. You saw the misty haze sweeping over the city, the pine trees in the background surrounding the mountains in the faint distance. If you could see the roads, you would have seen the destruction breaking out around you. 

You would have seen the hell emerging from the depths of where you were kept. 

Looking forward, you saw a military grade helicopter, the same type they brought you here in. When you were first taken, you remembered every single detail you could with hope you could somehow make it out. 

Obviously, you were naïve. 

David ushered you into the helicopter, taking his seat in the pilot’s. Two U.S.S. (Umbrella Security Services) agents accompanied the two of you on the helicopter, guns drawn. One was pointed off the ramp, the other was pointed at you. At this point, you would have either been an idiot or had a death wish if you attempted to run. At this point you had the survivor mentality beaten out of you. 

Starting up the helicopter, David tied your lead to the bar separating the two of your seats. Your eyes were glued to the world outside, watching the rain hit the windows and windshields in awe. The world seemed darker since you saw it last, obviously because it was night time, but it felt grungier. Less like the neon wonderland you left and more like cigarette smoke and leather. 

As the helicopter flew above the city, the fires and crowds of people below were finally visible to you. The shock tore through your body at the sight. 

“The people… what’s happening to them?” You asked, your eyes following clusters of people attacking others. It looked like ants fighting from how high up you were, but you could still make out their shapes and sizes. 

“Birken’s atrocity. This is why I worked on more sophisticated projects like you, My Flower,” David replied, running a hand through your hair. An unfamiliar sound filled your ears, getting louder and louder by the second. 

David’s head whipped to the side. “Holy shit!” He yelled and jerked the steering sticks of the helicopter towards you. Your eyes widened as you saw a glimpse of something coming at the two of you, then the world went white again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

You woke up to a searing pain in your right arm. Eyes shooting open, all you saw around you were silent flames, engulfing the helicopter and licking up your right arm. You tried to lunged through the flames and get out of the helicopter, but a force pulled you back, the fucking collar and lead. Looking around the helicopter, you found a stray shard of glass and picked it up. Your hand instantly filled with a sanguine red, the glass cutting your hand from just holding it. Quickly and wasting no time, you sawed through the lead, gritting your teeth at the pain. 

David would surely forgive you for breaking your lead, it was life or death. Then again, he was a psychotic doctor that experimented on and tortured you for years. 

Once the lead went slack, breaking apart, you jumped through the flames, rolling on the floor of wherever you were to extinguish the flames on you. Catching your breath and feeling your heartbeat die down, you took a few seconds, waiting for David or a U.S.S. agent to pick you back up. 

When no one jolted you up to your feet, your eyes opened to find a dusty wooden floor beneath you. Pushing off of your arms, you looked around you and saw a hallway of some sort, a rather plain one, but not the white ones you were used to seeing by now. 

You stood up and looked toward the helicopter, seeing three bodies in there, engulfed in the flames. David and the two U.S.S. agents. 

You were…. Free. 

Free… 

David was dead. 

Your mind kept going over these words in your mind before you decided it would be better to move than stay still. While David had beaten the survivor out of you, you weren’t an idiot. 

The helicopter was cutting the hallway in half, giving you only one choice to go: behind you. You turned around and looked down the daunting hallway, feeling like it would’ve been better if you perished in the crash with everyone else. Nonetheless, you pushed forward into the darkness, your eyes adjusting to the darkness and your ears adjusting to the quiet. 

Walking down the hallway, you found the first door, a wooden door directly in front of you. On the wall, there was a sign that stuck out from it saying “Waiting Room”. As you walked closer, you found yourself having to limp, your ankle feeling less than ideal for walking a great distance. Your hand pressed up to the door, feeling the indents on the real wood. Every texture you had dealt with since you were taken was either slick, cold, slimy, or all of the above. 

It felt nice to feel something homemade, something that felt real. You cautiously pushed the door open and a sudden warmth filled the hallway. The room had multiple lights on, the type that you weren’t used to anymore. Instead of the fluorescent lights that made you want to gouge your eyeballs out, they were small lamps with a warm, orange or yellow glow to them. 

Closing the door behind you, you tried to find anything that could tell you where you were. You had no clue the size of the building you crashed into or where exactly you were. 

Turning to your direct left, you found a bulletin board on the wall with multiple posters. All of them said Raccoon City as the location of what they were advertising, so it was safe to say you were still in the city. 

Looking around more, you were startled as you heard the door behind you open. It was quiet, but you still picked up on it, your ears flicking slightly at the sound. 

“Are you alive?” A rather young voice asked you. Your hands went up slightly in surrender and you turned around. 

When you looked at who was talking, your eyes lit up. The question he asked puzzled you, but seeing someone that looked around your age was a relief in its own right. 

His face was unlike any other face you had seen. Most faces from your childhood blurred together, the only faces you really remember being your own, David’s, and the other scientists that occasionally worked on you for David. This young man’s features were soft, his eyes blue and kind, with an emotion at the forefront. You had seen that emotion in your own eyes before. 

He was scared and trying to hide it. 

“You’re alive,” He responded. You knit your eyebrows in confusion and noticed the gun he was pointing at you. Confused, you nodded and watched him sigh in relief, then lower the gun. “You, me, and Marvin are the only ones here that aren’t infected,” He added, reholstering his gun. 

“Infected?” Your voice asked. 

The young man looked at you, his eyebrows knit together, confusion matching your own. His eyes looked up and down your outfit, the white hospital gown and scrub pants that you had worn for the last ten years catching his eye. 

“Yeah…. Where did you come from?” He asked and took a step towards you. 

Instinctively, you took a step back, his eyes immediately softening. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you okay? I’m a police officer, it’s my job to help people.” He said softly. 

You remembered your parents telling you to find a police officer if you ever needed help when you would go to the mall alone. The day you were taken, you tried to tell one that a man in a suit was following you.

You were laughed at. 

Sensing your apprehension, he took off one of his fingerless gloves and held his bare hand out to you. “My name’s Leon, Leon Kennedy. If you want to survive, I might be your best bet,” He said. 

You looked at the hand and hesitantly reached your own out to his. But your name, what name could you tell him? Subject 12 wasn’t your name, it was used to get rid of our humanity, taking away your ability to even have a name. 

A name, you used to have a name, but what was it? Digging deep into your memories, you tried to remember it; tried to remember a friend saying it in joy, tried to remember a parent saying it in love, a teacher in anger. 

Nothing. 

Leon looked at you expectantly, trying to read your expression. Your eyes met his as your hand met his in a shake. All you could remember for a name was the sound of rock playing through your dad’s radio, him praising a female singer for her melodies and guitar playing skills. 

“Joan, my name is Joan,” You said, claiming the name as your own. 

“Nice to meet you Joan, got a gun?” Leon asked. He looked down at your hands and you guessed that you had held on for way too long judging by the look on his face. You let go and awkwardly smiled at him. 

“A gun? No,” You replied, your head tilting to the side slightly. “Why would I need a gun?” You asked. 

“Why would you need a gun?” Leon echoed your question, looking at you incredulously. His eyes then went down to the burn mark on your right arm and the cut through the palm of your same hand.  “Where did you come from, you haven’t been here?” He asked. 

You shook your head slightly, proving his theory correct. “I was in a helicopter, then everything went white and I woke up surrounded by flames in this building,”

His eyes widened. “You were in that helicopter? The one that crashed into the building?” He asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. You nodded in response and he dug through his hip ouches, producing a small box with a red cross on it. 

“Here, let me patch you up, take a seat,” He said and gestured to one of the benches. You limped over, his eyes catching which ankle you weren’t letting touch the floor and taking a mental note of it. 

Sitting down on the bench, you looked at the palm of your hand seeing just how deep the glass had cut you. Leon kneeled down in front of you and looked up into your eyes, then back down at the collar you had on. 

“I don’t mean to pry…” He trailed off. You stared at him, expecting him to ask a question, but he just shrugged and shook his head, saying something to himself that a normal person wouldn’t be able to hear, but you could. “Isn’t the weirdest fucking thing I’ve seen today,” He said to himself. 

You watched him take bandages and a small spray can out of the case. “Can I have your hand?” He asked. You gave up your hand, palm side up. His hand gently grabbed your wrist, his eyes darting to your face for any sign of discomfort, but finding none. 

“This will hurt a bit,” He said and shook the small can. As the spray hit your cut, a slight hiss left your mouth. “Sorry,” He said, his eyebrows knit in focus and sympathy. Leon was quick to wrap the hand in bandages and then wrap the burn loosely.   

His hand dropped your wrist and he gestured to your ankle. “Can I help that too?” He asked. You nodded and he took your ankle, resting it on his knee. Almost as quick as when he wrapped your hand, your ankle was wrapped and all set to go. 

“It looks sprained. If we were in a better situation, I’d tell you to stay off of it, but we’re not,” He said and looked up at you.

“Thank you,” You said and lightly smiled at him. Looking down at him, you got a feeling that you haven’t had in awhile. 

You felt like he could be trusted; instead of the churning sea that your stomach usually was, it was calm. A slight warmth spreading through your chest at his smile.

“We should head out, I have this puzzle that I need to solve for us to get out of here,” He said, fishing a small booklet out of his pouches and putting the box back in. 

Looking at him, you could tell that he’d been here for at least longer than you had. He might be useful to stick around; especially if he had weapons and you didn’t. 

“Sounds good,” You said and stood up, getting used to the new weight on your ankle. 

“Before we go…. I gotta ask,” He said, leading into a question that you didn’t really want to answer right now. 

“No you don’t,” You replied and steadied yourself, looking up to meet his gaze. 

“Okay, I guess I don’t,” He said, his head moving to the door he came out of. “Alright, let’s get moving,” He added. 

You followed him through the door, into the unknown. Maybe on the other side of the door, there would be a fully fledged freedom; the world that you were kept from. 

To you, you were free of the white walls, white floors, damnation you were sentenced to. Now, you were headed into hell on Earth that you were completely unaware of. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #slow burn

[spiritguru-sloppypears]

Pencilla and "Bencil" (OCs)

Note: They aren't planned to have appearances NOW, but possibly in the near future.

They are currently under Conflower's control and in a warehouse someplace.

Assets!

#object show #object show oc #object shows #object oc #future ocs #for future reference #bencil #pencilla

[lalficfeed]

Prairie Conflower

by Chibi (HimejoshiHeart)

Red coneflowers symbolize romance and passion, which was why Odio was walking over to hand some to dearest Hibiscus and ask for his hand in marriage.

or: breaking news: odio tries to sequence break relationships

Words: 214, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of wildflower attack!!!

Fandoms: Live A Live (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: FC: HB!Straybow | Hibiscus Moonsmith, Oersted (Live a Live), Odio (Live a Live)

Relationships: Odio/FC: HB!Straybow | Hibiscus Moonsmith, Oersted/FC: HB!Straybow | Hibiscus Moonsmith

Additional Tags: Humor, Marriage Proposal, <- skipping the dating section, Multiplicity/Plurality

from AO3 works tagged 'Live A Live (Video Game)' https://ift.tt/xtLaqGZ

#live a live #livealive #live a live fanfic #ao3 #rss feed

[wildcmbcrsupdates]

ondaguanabi: @lizethselene brillando con su performance en el @cocacola_flow 💕 #cocacolaflowfest #conflow #cocacolaflowfest22 #FlowCDMX #flowfest #selene #lizethselene #lizethselenefans #lizethselenemusic #lizethseleneconcert 📸 @la_mindie

Lizeth Selene via ondaguanabi on Instagram, 11/27/2022.

#lizeth selene

[444names]

quenya names and dictionary BUT i ate the diacritics

Adver Affician Alack Alark Aldamirred Ambalere Ambarth Ambet Ancalaura Andome Anima Ansition Antar Antual Anwalya Applie Aracil Arant Arcalima Ardile Ardsmanya Arration Arriftness Artick Asaring Aucalima Aurie Avaguess Avard Avards Balda Baranwa Beached Beare Bearwe Beforma Behing Belosse Beyon Beyone Blate Blings Bloomy Bounst Bountaleam Bowled Brealoure Brila Browth Busive Butting Caistamar Calaughty Candur Cansative Cantle Casse Castar Casterer Catches Causent Ccence Cealike Cending Cenyarni Ciucalme Clawled Cluding Clume Coimestive Colian Colleam Coloft Combarumo Conce Conde Conflow Connona Conquet Contry Cormandu Corme Creative Crost Crostir Cumedial Cunate Cupposse Cuppu Curund Cuvie Dainen Danna Daromba Daught Dimne Doominalso Dower Drenter Dwella Dwingue Eaction Eardam Eartanaxar Eights Elemn Elendi Eleremule Elessa Elola Elvisinde Empetive Enclude Endelay Endimit Endur Enquite Envingar Envinyuld Erespasse Erisesse Eruare Erunnes Ething Etsurf Etsurpa Examili Excelme Fairection Falaha Falalbe Famine Feano Fencalinda Ferred Ferythird Firindolar Flexile Florie Flowed Folity Fooden Forestal Forge Forme Formedica Fourse Fromebody Fruine Garduous Gared Gation Gendie Glication Graman Grous Gulaver Habita Hahtie Haima Handmos Hanksgive Hantur Hasamna Haview Hearas Heasildi Hecela Henterna Herda Hight Hinda Hisilde Hisilmo Hociryanta Holdoluna Horna Howly Hreaced Hrucenya Hyaraxe Hyarnie Ilcoranwe Illatar Ilmarion Ilquet Imataitive Imbelote Imber Inflour Inforbial Istanopy Julyan Kindated Knificen Lacalame Laicalian Lalmar Lamane Lambo Lance Lantie Laquerel Lastic Laurelico Leafe Leneldar Lenta Lentare Lentild Leparned Lependil Lepetie Lepetter Lethod Lifth Lindil Lirea Liruvo Lmard Localelet Locarna Locken Loitembe Lomentry Lomered Loses Lunco Lupposini Lwendimir Macarna Maciryas Malinet Malso Malty Manyarna Maquenta Maquere Maran Mastindil Mataquess Mehte Melderable Melicano Metem Metie Mettle Micater Minquace Minsequess Minye Miqui Miquire Misto Motheru Nanie Nastelye Necenite Nelme Nenie Nentyan Nerale Neward Ngolda Nicumands Nights Ninquant Niquer Niral Nomerrive Norelis Nquet Numentrai Nunatta Oathe Obdurable Occil Oiolonder Olletern Olodo Oloite Onderion Onous Ontarend Orevent Ornal Ortily Orway Osartana Otsatic Overning Pairable Pairele Palace Palas Paracil Peards Pecile Phanta Pointa Posed Prestil Prevenon Prinde Prive Prively Privinya Proad Profarni Pulse Quacollote Quatic Quent Quetinehta Quish Rading Raicacil Raves Recarnume Refeat Remulo Ressa Resse Revenon Revent Roanwa Rocin Rooch Rousahte Rulimo Runote Rused Sampanie Sance Sarma Sarmth Sarrely Sauco Seekindmos Selvea Selven Serca Serinker Serking Sewini Shieldi Silment Sirity Sized Snaryandor Soutlani Speard Spearne Specce Sprivien Ssamphing Stanage Sterry Stirille Storya Straiths Streat Streath Stress Stretter Summong Taker Talty Tamarcelve Tarated Tarin Tarmastil Tarming Taronta Tarosse Teadful Telemenel Telerina Temalima Tendie Tengwi Terven Thini Throva Tiplie Tombacking Tomour Tompa Tonehtana Tongholid Toquene Toquess Traical Tremma Trentle Trucare Tumno Turcu Turno Turusse Twelsative Tyulume Ucarnild Ufanwe Uhtar Uling Umbard Uncotima Unduman Uneninely Unprohtani Urulista Usualion Utterna Utuman Uvima Uχari Valation Valinen Valle Vaniquie Vanye Vastle Venos Venta Vernie Verwhildi Vinge Vinyar Walma Weler Wellend Westaking Whiths Willa Windled Wintemma Wrativine Wronde Yaima Yanwa Yearniel Yulusing Yunqueen

#444 names #444names #-burp- #pardon

[hmollik]

Conflow Power Announces the launch of its DILO token. A Decentralised ILO (DILO)

  A bridge between the centralised structure and the decentralised world has been built.

London, England, August 8th 2022, we all should be conscious that business is business and profit should be the focus, today however, doing more than making money is vital if you want to have a long lasting profitable enterprise.  Being sustainable, inclusive and modern to the point of futuristic would be a few examples.   

Conflow Power Group (CPG) is a future based power company with sights on dominance via partnerships, inclusive to all current market leaders and all potential customers. Using a unique approach to disruption, Conflow Power has created a license to print money by embarking on a strategy that does a lot more than make profit, be futuristic, have sustainable goals, and advance alternative energy. It now has instruments in both the centralised system and the decentralised system.

Edward Fitzpatrick CEO of Conflow Power Group said, “The goal is to make autonomous power sustainable and reliable.”

Conflow Power started out just a few years ago with a single battery technology, a technology that had game-changing possibilities. But with all game-changing possibilities comes game changing challenges.  The real metal is found in overcoming those challenges and devising a plan that can sustain itself without the need for endless capital.  

 Edward Fitzpatrick, CEO at Conflow Power is no stranger to game changing energy deals, almost 30 years ago, he funded the first Oil exploration deal to find oil in the Sudan.  He brought together a financing totalling $150,000,000 and as a result, they discovered a billion barrels of oil.  Even with this success, the challenges there are still vibrating harshly today. 

 With years of R&D and tens of millions in funding needed to get this technology to market, Conflow Power had to find a way to make money not raise money, build partnerships and gain awareness while advancing the technology that could indeed ‘one day’ become a change maker. 

 The first step was obvious, invite people into the company by purchasing a license to advance the ideas of Conflow Power and help build awareness in overseas territories.   It launched on the ILOCX in 2019 and was listed at $2.00 per license (post-split) for the basic ILO.    They sold out fast and the marketing awareness worked. CFP sold territorial rights to partner groups in order to advance the technology in multiple locations to create an ever-increasing Global footprint and start the process of Radical Scalability. These were launched, and to date, 14 countries have been sold and a further 13 are in pre-licensing stages. A detailed report of these can be found on the company website https://www.conflowpower.com/

The technology has advanced, and the company has acquired companies and other technologies, as well as partnered with multiple companies to gain a strategic foothold in the marketplace.   

Conflow Power has sold around 1.1 million ILO’s on the ILOCX between $2.00 and $9.50,  logging a five times (5X)  return on the initial purchase price less than 3 years ago.

Conflow Power owns iLamp ( https://ilamp.com/ ) as its flagship brand and product for the streetlight sector. iLamp integrates many of the technologies owned and operated by Conflow Power. This collection of technologies covers many aspects of city life and offers the possibility for power to become autonomous and relax the usage that large cities place on the grid as we head into a more electric focused world. iLamp also has claim to being the world’s first revenue generating street lamp, bringing a host of ground-breaking smart technology to the market. 

Conflow Power today launched the pre-sale for invited participants in its DILO, a Decentralised ILO. Participants in the DILO must have networks large enough to help grow an audience in the decentralised world and help with the wider sale; which will ultimately lead to the launch of its own crypto currency in 2023 called iCX.

iCX will be a first in many ways. It will be the economic driver for trade between buyers and sellers of alternative power. Each iCX will be minted per Kilowatt hour of power (kWh) generated by the network of iLamps and other products Conflow Power will launch later this year. 

If you purchase power from any of the technology-based products which Conflow supply to developers, cities, and end users, you must pay in iCX. If you sell power into the network on a microgrid structure you will be paid in iCX. This stabilises the cost of power, which will vary according to the location. One iCX will not be pegged to one kWh of power. 

Conflow Power runs a Power-as-a-Service model where top ups of power are charged by our partner power companies to municipalities, exactly the same as if they supplied the power via the national grid.

iCX will also act as a currency to help fund and develop providers of alternative power and aggregate them into the infrastructure, bringing sales and distribution, as well as finance for these innovators. 

Register for updates on the white paper release date at [email protected]

The DILO launched today is backed by the revenue of Conflow Power Group, bringing a solid factor to the world of decentralised tokens. Each DILO will share in the royalty payments made in the regular ILO, but hosted on the Blockchain using  Ethereum smart contracts. 

Conflow Power issued 3.3 million ILO’s, and to date has sold 1.1m.

Of the remaining 2.2 million it has issued 1.1m ILO’s into the decentralised pool and split them 1000 for 1 so there are 1.1 billion DILO’s in issue.  There is no dilution to the royalty percentage as the total of 3.3 million is still the defining factor. 

Legally, 3.3 Million units owns 10% of Conflow Power Group’s revenue, made up of 2.2 million ILOs and 1.1 billion DILO’s with an opening price equally split to 000.95c per token, whereas the ILO is priced at $9.50c.

Conflow Power is launching three other product ranges this year.  iCharge Network and iTraffic-signal, to bring micro grids and alternative power into reality on the streets of cities all over the world, and iTurbine to spread into new market sectors. As the range of products widens, the scope of radical scaling via global license sales widens with it, and autonomous power will become reliable and sustainable. 

Links:

https://www.conflowpower.com/

https://ilamp.com/

https://conflow.ilocx.com

To register for the pre-sale [email protected]

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/officialilamp/

http://www.icharge.net/

https://www.itrafficsignal.com/

https://www.powerasaservice.com/

About Conflow Power

Conflow Power Group Limited (CPG) is a UK-based power tech aggregator using enhanced battery, enhanced solar and enhanced generators to create off-grid autonomous power, making alternative energy a stronger use case than the incumbent.  CPG owns 100% of iLamp, including all intellectual property, designs and rights. iLamp is the first flagship product to emerge from CPG with many more sectors and markets to tackle in due course.   CPG has licensed its various technologies across 21 countries and is focused on adding many more aspects to create a complete eco-system for all aspects of the future of power. CPG owns 100% of Batteryware Limited and a 20% stake in Power as a Service limited (PaaS). 

 Contact [email protected] 

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[eldeltorque]

Ya saben que no paro #Estupido pronto, escuchen todos que al final nada es lo que parece • • • • • • • • #eldeltorque #quimica #reggaeton #rap #trap #dembow #dancehalllatino #composer #labels #elgenero #generourbano #elgenerourbano #edtmusicinc #pinemusicltd🎚 #asisehace #conflow #eldeltorqueenlacasa #eldeltorquebaby #musicacubana #musicaurbana (en Cotorro, Ciudad De La Habana, Cuba) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRmFaS9g9hg/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[yaikelthewarrior]

Aquí les dejo el resumen anual de mi música en Spotify . . . . . #reggaeton #urban #urbano #latino #miami #cubanosconflow #singer #followｍe #fallowers #música #latinmusic #latinos #conflow #thewarrior #calidad #loúltimo #cubanosporelmundo #latingrammy #trapmusic #trapcapos #estilo #flow #denbow #youtube #puertorico #YaikelTheWarrior https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl7mU9puMcI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[mattiastolvanen]

White coneflower, Echinacea purpurea ‘Alba’, at Helsinki City Garden, Helsinki, Finland, kaunopunahattu kukkii Helsingin kaupunginpuutarhassa. August 2015 elokuu.

#coneflower #Echinacea purpurea #kaunopunahattu #punahattu #perenna #perennial #white #valkoinen #puutarha #garden #summer #kesä #white conflower #flowering #kukkiva #kukinta #Echinacea

[spiritguru-sloppypears]

How Deep Is Your Evil? (OCs + Firey and Cobs)

CW: ab*se mentions under cut

Something for @gameboyfrenzy for making me a tier list! Lovely Star partially belongs to SpecialHeartdrawzz (DA)

Reasons under cut (CW: ab*se mentions)

Heartless Evil: Conflower

WHY?: Learned from the wrong place and will eventually pay the price.

Wicked With Reason: Hammer, Midnight Speaker Box, and Steve Cobs

WHY?: A. Hammer was born and raised in a toxic family system and was encouraged to embrace it. Maybe she isn't FULLY a monster.

B. Midnight had the fear of losing the spotlight because of being younger and because of the Announcer's occupation and fame. So he taints and taunts Announcer's fame, and abuses him in an attempt to break the spotlight.

C. Cobs abuses MePhone4 and the MePhones because he was abused by his own parents, passing it down to him. (Headcanon!)

Despicable Yet Redeemable: Lovely Star

WHY?: She may not be TOO bad in some cases, but the "redeemable" part sticks out to me, soooo...

Actively Antagonistic: Pan*, Firey

WHY?: A. Pan doesn't choose to or get roped into being an antagonist a lot, but when either happens and they DO become an antagonist, they are VERY good at being a threat.

*Note that Pan will not ALWAYS accept being an antagonist, so this ONLY applies to when they do accept.

B. Firey, in my BFDI AU, is mainly known for an antagonistic character in some cases, mainly towards Leafy and some of the other contestants. His boyfriend Coiny doesn't fully follow in his footsteps, but Coiny doesn't show remorse sometimes. Not to mention that Firey sometimes has antagonized his boyfriend, that of which he mainly doesn't do anymore. But still.

Letters To Match AU Firey, on the other hand, would be worse in more ways, such as intentionally murdering Match.

Irrationally Impulsive: Picture Frame

WHY?: She was able to antagonize various members of Soapy's friend group and made horrible decisions, albeit many were made without thinking or intended to be able to make Pan hers again. This changed somewhat after she got turned into an eldritch monster. Still then, impulse would be present. Plus, she may not have full control of her body then.

Naughty Not Haughty: Trippy

WHY?: They may show to be an antagonist in some cases, but not a majority of the time. Heck, they even had to deal with the wrath of T-Del's once abusive behavior. Basically, they can do bad things, but almost never be a full villain - other than taking Tubey's body and life.

Mild Child: Shardy Glass

WHY?: While she was in a bad household and hurt others because of that, she was only a bully. Yes, she hurt others physically and mentally, but she was taught properly by her adoptive parents and, therefore, was reformed. She no longer has antagonistic intentions, even if she was pressured to antagonize others. She intends to leave the past behind.

One-Timer: Flasky

WHY?: She was cruel towards others and careless, however that changed almost the minute (or day) she was infected with Trippy's virus. She slowly continues to reform and lose interest in being careless and oblivious under tech.

(Honorable mention: almost everyone pestering Punching Bag in What's The Matter, Punching Bag?)

Not Even Trying: None

WHY?: N/A. (Honorable mention: almost everyone pestering Punching Bag in What's The Matter, Punching Bag?)

Why Are You On This List?: None

WHY?: N/A.

#object show oc #object shows #object show #object oc #bfdi #bfdi firey #inanimate insanity #ii #ii steve cobs #ii cobs #tier list #evil to good

[lewisginter]

Echinacea ‘Fiery Meadow Mama’ was planted as a plug only a few weeks ago as part of our EPA water quality restoration project but it was determined to bloom before our first frost this year and succeeded. Look for more of these lovelies — bigger & bolder next year! . . . . . . #echinacea #echinaceafierymeadowmama #fierymeadowmama #rva #plantlust #rvablooms #rvagardentrail #conflower #fall #autumnblooms (at Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Nzk6WJZg4/?igshid=1ve014438wdtb

#echinacea #echinaceafierymeadowmama #fierymeadowmama #rva #plantlust #rvablooms #rvagardentrail #conflower #fall #autumnblooms

[mostlythemarsh]

Coneflower

#conflower #garden

[goopy-axolotl]

Conflower blue 💙

#(cornflowers remind bad of skeppy :’]) #dream smp #dream smp fanart #badboyhalo fanart #badboyhalo #skephalo #for clout lololol #dsmp fanart #dsmp badboyhalo #my art #artists on tumblr