#fleeting visions at the edge of the road

[dearmariposa]

One Night Stand | pt 1

Buzzed. oh, you're absolutely buzzed. The resonating throb of the bass pulses within, dazzling lights paint kaleidoscopic patterns across your vision. The scent of alcohol and sweat fills the air, as the hem of your dress flirts with rebellion, rising with every fleeting opportunity. The night, undeniably, is in its youthful embrace.

As the echoes of your heels gently resonate through the crowd, you realize you've lost your friends. Perhaps one is entwined in a gratifying exchange, savoring the taste of passion, while the other might be surrendering to the merciless shots of tequila, expelling every drop consumed over the past three hours. Despite your own senses dancing on the edge of a cliff right now, you're still eager to find both of them and finally leave this place. Now that you reek of cologne, sweat, cigarettes, and every possible pungent scent to ever exist for mankind.

Stumbling, you make your way towards the bathroom. Retrieving your cell phone, revealing the ungodly hour – 1:48 a.m. "Fuck, talk about starting the new year right huh?" A muttered exclamation escapes your lips. With your phone pressed against your ear in a desperate attempt to call for your friends, the void of unanswered calls becomes the soundtrack to your fleeting optimism. After several calls, you abandon the idea of going home and walking out of the bathroom, squeezing yourself through the line as faint alarming noises are heard from the men's bathroom. Low grunts followed by whispered moans.

Seated at the bar, your feet aching, downing another shot of God knows what, given by the bartender, you made your way back to the dance floor. You find yourself dancing to the rhythmic pulse of the music in an attempt to let loose and forget all the stress and depravity rotting inside you for the past year. Besides, when else would you have the chance to unleash yourself, it's a rare occasion.

In the hallowed whispers of nightlife, there's truth concealed from youthful ears and its intoxicating rendezvous. Another truth kept concealed is the magic of alcohol and how much it can alter a person. Your dress strap delicately slips, blush blossoms on your cheeks, the warmth of intoxication coursing through your veins. An unfamiliar silhouette converges, pressing against yours, setting aflame a burning sensation between your thighs.

Moments stretched into an embedded memory until a low breath brushed against the curve of your neck. Instant shivers shot down your spine, a rising blaze of sensation. His face and form remained veiled in the shadows, yet you found yourself immersed in the depths of his essence, a scent that enveloped you, clouding your consciousness. Perhaps it was the music or your pounding headache, but you loved it, the intoxicating chemistry between you and this handsome stranger, you wanted more. No. You yearn for more.

His hands traveled every inch of your figure, from one place to another until they reached the bottom of your stomach. At that moment, a silent alarm echoed within – a code red pulsating in your thoughts. Amidst the haze of your fading senses, you discern that this will only lead to 2 roads. One is the possibility of this man being remarkable in bed. Two, a dismay of regret, a potential aftermath of chlamydia. Where strands of regret may intertwine with your hair in the week to unfold; and he’s horrendous in bed.

Yet, what recourse does a woman, starved for affection, possess in such situations? Certainly not the ability to make sound decisions. Thus, with vanishing sanity, you moved, turning your gaze only to encounter the man with a mischievous grin plastered on his face. His features blurred in the throbbing lights, whether a trick of the strobes or your own lack of sobriety remains uncertain. All that is certain is his towering figure, eyes sharp like obsidian or perhaps the hues of oakwood, lips naturally tinted in rosy plumpness, a nose bridge sculpted to envy, and hair as luscious as the depths of his eyes. A vision so enticing unfolds before you. Your heart quickens its pace as he, suddenly speaks. “Didn’t realize you were sober enough to drool over me like that, princess.”

In mere moments of his voice, you transitioned from drunk to tipsy. Awareness heightened, yet self-evasively distant. His presence lingered in your thoughts, the idea of him inches deep inside you occupying your mind, especially when your bodies entangled, the trail of his cologne weaving a seductive spell. “It would be a shame to waste a face like yours, sir,” you uttered, your arms wrapping his neck, causing his grasp to rest on your waist. Familiar butterflies fluttered with each passing heartbeat. As lips hovered in proximity, you sensed his breath, his hold on your waist intensifying, tension escalating between the two of you. This isn’t supposed to be a game of self-restraint, where the person who kisses the other would lose. But now that it has come to this, it is rather thrilling.

“My place is around here.” You offer a devil’s invitation to this enigmatic stranger who has been undressing you with his eyes for the entire night. You’ve lured him. You’re impatient. You’re ready to turn the city into a backdrop, to a night of forbidden passion and let the moonlight reveal secrets that were meant to stay hidden. Secrets like the image of how you’d like this man to ruin you. Now, all he needs to do is bring the images to life.

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[erikatsu]

JADE MEMORIES ─ Imbibitor Lunae

CYCLE ONE • YUBIE CHAPTER ONE: A SILVER SOUL RUNNING

☽⁎⁺ SUMMARY: The Vidyadhara had several stories for love and relationships long lost, but none of them could compare to the High Elder who found his beloved in each of their several lifetimes.

☽⁎⁺ PAIRING: Imbibitor Lunae x Fem!Reader (spans several lifetimes starting with High Elder Yubie)

☽⁎⁺ WARNINGS: Heavy Xianzhou lore. Set before the Alliance was formed. World building for Vidyadhara and Xianzhou. Reader has visions.

The threads of fate were always changing. They could get tangled up, woven, or rewound. But these precious threads could never be severed or lead to a different ending. Call it what you may– destiny, fate, divine decree– whatever it was, it was set in stone. 

The ability to rewrite a predestined end was to have power greater than the stars. To be able to touch one was a grave feat, but to pick it up and move it aside as if it were a mere obstacle in your path was merely an idea that nobody could achieve. The path– the alignment of beliefs combined with what was in store for someone– could be altered in any way, yet the end of the road would always remain the same. It was unshakeable, grounded in stone. What was the purpose of a journey if you never reached the end? Afterall, was it not in the cards for everyone to one day reach where the path leads? To one day take their final breath and find out the last thing the world had to offer?

Being born to die or dying to live was not really in the cards for those who lived among the ships of the Xianzhou. The residents were meant to live long lives– a gift from the Aeon of Abundance whom they sought true immortality from. From the Natives, to the newly acquainted Vidyadhara. All species on the Xianzhou ships were blessed with long lives. The Natives were not born to die, and the Vidyadhara didn't die to live. But not even they could touch the stars. 

The blessings of the Abundance turned out to be a curse. The Xianzhou ships had quickly become overpopulated, leading many of them to famine and poverty. Within a year, riots had already started on the Xianzhou Yuque, their nobles doing their best to suppress them. A civilian had been killed on the Yaoqing, and by the end of the year, the Seditionists of Yuque had plunged nearly all fleets into a civil war. All except for the Luofu. 

While the others feuded, the Luofu teetered on the edge of chaos and tranquility. The other fleets had been too caught up in their wars with each other to stop and ask themselves why that was. The answer was simple, really. At least, it was to you. It all boiled down to foresight and divination. The Yellowjacket Census and Almanacs that had been produced by the Luofu had your input from predictions behind it. 

You and the other Luofu nobles had worked hard to ensure things were as tightly balanced as possible. The Vidyadhara Preceptors were hesitant to listen to you, not wanting to be in more debt to the Xianzhou if your insight was wrong. The Aristocrats nearly laughed themselves to tears upon hearing their fancy parties and celebrations would become grounds for inhouse fighting. But the Delves already knew what possibilities the sky held– their superstitions feeding their worries– and the farmers were more than willing to do extra with the fear of a bad harvest looming overhead. Without their help, the Luofu would be just like the rest of the fleet. 

Even though you’d had volunteers from the elder Vidyadhara to undergo an early rebirth, extra crops being planted, and new medicines being tested, your gift had not foreseen the breakout of mara. It had started on the Xianzhou Yaoqing during the celebration of the Delve Master’s one thousandth birthday, and reached the Luofu by the next year. 

The imbalance on the Luofu was devastating, and you couldn't help but blame yourself. If you had seen this coming, the fleet could have been better prepared. You couldn't help but feel all your work was for naught, that all you did was prolong the oncoming civil war of the Luofu. If that happened, it would just reaffirm what everyone thought about you– that you were off your rocker and constantly talked about unintelligible nonsense. 

So you worked.

You hardly left the Hall of Insight, delving into the past and scrying the stars in the sky for answers on the future. Not even your fragmented visions or daydreams could help. They were practically useless anyway. What you saw may eventually come to pass, but you didn't know where or when. Divination often helped dissecting your visions, but it was futile if you had nothing to go on. 

Well, not nothing really. Of course you’d had glimpses into the future since the mara began to strike the people of the Luofu, but it was all murky. You always heard the same two voices communicating over a radio, saw a giant red planet, and then suddenly the voices and everything were just gone. Nothing but white noise left in its wake. You could never make out any important names, as it was all muffled or broken up by terrible static. If you could just make out one voice, and hear what they were saying, you’d be in less of a mess. 

You let out a sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was late– nearly two in the morning– and you had yet to sleep. But how could you in a time like this? You could possibly be the reason the Luofu saw war within its walls, and losing sleep was less of a burden to bear than blood on your hands. You had to figure out what was in store for your fleet. 

“I knew I’d find you here,” A voice called out, approaching as if it was not out of the ordinary that you were working extremely late. You didn't have to turn to know it was Tamula, one of your best delves. “I brought you some tea.”

You took the cup from her, giving her a nod of thanks, “You worry about me too much.”

“That's because you worry too little about yourself.” She reminded you, making you want to roll your eyes in response. “I know I can't convince you to rest. So drink your tea and clear your mind. I’ll take over divining.”

Tamula had long learned that there was nothing she could do to get you to take better care of yourself. It had once been an uphill battle since she had been promoted– one that she had quickly lost when she realized how stubborn you were. If you weren't sleeping, the least she could do was make sure you remembered to eat and stay hydrated. 

For once, you listened to her. You sipped on the hot tea, recognizing the flavor as jasmine– your favorite. It always helped clear your mind before trying to induce a vision, which took a lot of focus and extreme will. As Tamula moved to take over the matrix, you took a seat in your nook and closed your eyes. 

At first, it was just like before– small glimpses of red and muffled voices. But, the more you relaxed, the more focused you became, and the more you actually saw. For the first time since the mara struck the Luofu, you were able to piece together a clear vision. 

“You're approaching the Yuanqiao now. Prepare to contact on channel 351.017.” You didn't recognize the voice, but you could tell they were communicating with a pilot. Maybe you could recognize the voice on the other end?

There was a long pause before more static, someone finally cutting through, “Target location secured. No response from the Yuanqiao. No celestial objects are within sight, except for a giant red star.”

You knew this voice. It belonged to Kai Lin, one of the best pilots the Lufou had to offer. But search and rescue was not her style. Did the Palace of Astrum believe that their sister ship would act with hostility towards them? Were they expecting to be pulled into their wars?

Everything shifted back into muffled voices and white noise, almost breaking your focus. You could feel exhaustion creeping in– drowsiness trying to pull you in. You couldn't. Not when you were so close. Not now. 

The static got louder before you heard Kai Lin over the radio again, her tone laced with hints of melancholy as she informed the Palace of Astrum, “Caladrius-I calling Astrum. November 21st, 3287. 1700 hours. The Xianzhou Yuanqiao has officially gone missing.”

Time always seemed to be something the long life species had an abundance of. But knowing that the Xianzhou Yuanqiao would disappear by the end of the year made you feel as if you were running out of time. You needed to get word to the Yuanqiao and let them know that they would be in danger. 

The Palace of Astrum was best equipped to handle this sort of situation. They were a direct line of communication with the fleet while also manning the front lines and fighting the majority of the wars the Xianzhou often found itself fighting. While they were your best bet to help the Yuanqiao, they were the least likely to do so. While Kai Lin had been more than willing to offer her assistance where she could, the Helm-Master didn't want to hear a word about predictions and divinations. To him, it was just a bunch of nonsense, even though it helped chart the pilots’ courses and has so far kept the Luofu from in-house conflict. 

These kinds of rejections were by no means a stranger to you. Your gift of foresight was uncommon, and people didn't like what they couldn't comprehend. Most could never understand clairvoyance because they had never seen it before– especially because the Vidyadhara were a species still fairly new to the Luofu. 

Millennia ago, your kind had been forced to leave their home due to the other life forms becoming hostile toward your kind. It was a time when the entirety of your kind could still turn into dragons, and when clairvoyants were not uncommon. The psychics in the rolling deep were responsible for finding the best route to reach the Path of Permanence. Unlike today where the Hall of Insight looked into the past to predict the future, the Drashtas of the Rolling Deep relied on their spiritual enlightenment. 

The only other place you knew to go was to the Scalegorge Waterscape, in hopes that one of the Preceptors would take you seriously enough to allow you to speak with High Elder Yubie. He was able to get in contact with the High Elders of the fleet, meaning he could reach the Yuanqiao’s– or he should be able to. It was really just a matter of if he’d hear you out or if he'd think you had a screw loose just like the majority of the Luofu did. 

Despite the lingering thought of once again being rejected, you had made haste getting to your destination. The Waterscape was on the opposite side of the Luofu, residing in the sea similar to your homeland’s. It wasn't a place you visited often– at least not in this lifetime. 

As you walked up to it, you couldn't help but stop and admire the architecture. It had been designed for ceremonies and gatherings, and was now used for those going through hatching rebirth and where the High Elder resided. The stone pillars and the aquatic flora gave the impression of home, which was comforting to your species as they got ready to begin their lives anew. Pinks, purples, and oranges stood out vibrantly against soft and dark blues. You were certain if you kept going you would see coral reefs and water lilies amongst sea whips and anemones. But, your path was blocked before you could go any further. 

“State who you are and your business,” a man stated, eyeing you suspiciously. He was most likely a Preceptor seeing that the Pearlkeepers tended to stay further in the gorge. 

You should've known you couldn't just walk in as if you’d been there a handful of times. But, you wouldn't let it deter you. You kept yourself composed as you said, “I’m the Master of the Delves. I need to speak with High Elder Yubie. It’s of the utmost importance.”

The man looked to the woman standing by his side, who’s gaze narrowed on you, “You must be the one who calls themselves a Drashta. High Elder Yubie does not have time for senseless fortune telling or mere speculation.”

“I'm not asking,” you gritted your teeth. “I demand to speak with him. I will not leave until then. You may have your doubts, you may think me to be mad just like everyone else, but you cannot speak on his behalf on matters of opinion. Do I make myself clear, or must I cause a scene?”

“I will not repeat myself.”

You glowered, “Neither will I. If you wish to play the waiting game, that's fine by me. The lives that will be lost will be on your hands.”

The woman’s lip curled back into a sneer as yours formed a smirk. She knew she was being challenged, and she'd fallen for it. The man beside her slipped away as you and her bickered, knowing this may turn out to be a situation he could not deescalate on his own. He was right. 

By the time he’d returned with the High Elder in tow, you had managed to garner the attention of the Pearlkeepers. Scalegorge Waterscape was always calm, and stirring conflict was not good for the pearls undergoing rebirth. The Vidyadharas had always believed in peace, and the Preceptor who had snuck off believed if another was disturbing that peace, it must be of high importance. 

High Elder Yubie did not know what to expect as Aahan, the Preceptor who called on him, led him to the entrance of the gorge. The situation was definitely as he described– a young Vidyadhara woman who was making a fuss over future conflict. 

Diya, the woman you were arguing with had tried leading you back to your starskiff, eager to get you out of her hair. You were adamant about not leaving, not letting her drag you past the steps and dodging her every move as if you’d seen them all a hundred times before today. The High Elder was almost amused as you danced around her with ease, but he refused to show it until he knew what all the fuss was about. 

He approached without Aahan, causing Diya to stop in her tracks at his arrival. She bowed, causing you to turn on your heel as he questioned, “What seems to be the issue here?”

“High Elder–” Diya went to speak, but you had cut her off.

“High Elder Yubie, I’ve come from the Hall of Insight bearing foresight of mishappenings in the Xianzhou Yuanqiao. The Palace of Astrum would not heed my warnings. I must send word to them, and only you can help me by getting into contact with their High Elder, Levioram Solis.”

Yubie said nothing, staring at you in a way you could not describe. It was a look you’d never seen before– one of interest, perhaps, instead of unease. You did pique his interest though. He’d never met a Drashta, or heard their insight, and you were certainly not what he was expecting. You wore the robes of a faction Master, yet struggled to gain the respect you were entitled to. He was unsure if it was because little was known about your capabilities, or if it was because you were technically still young. The horns that most Vidyadhara lacked were present with you, only himself and a few Preceptors wearing them with pride. 

He found you to be an enigma. Your beauty on top of your gift almost intimidated him, and it took him a minute to realize he was staring at you.

“A Drashta,” he mused in awe. “Come, and tell me more about what you've seen. Together we will do what we can for our sister fleet.”

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[voidpetrova]

transition — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, crying, blood, vampire!reader, hunter!jeremy — hurt/comfort

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synopsis: after getting bit by a salvatore brother, you go to the only place you can find comfort, and jeremy's forced to make a choice

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the night air was thick with tension as you stumbled down the tenebrous road, clutching your bleeding arm and gasping for air. the memory of damon's piercing gaze and the searing pain of his bite was still fresh, sending waves of agony through your veins with every faltering step. the stars above seemed to mock your suffering, their distant glimmers indifferent to the torment that had befallen you.

“i need to eat, (y/n), you know that,” his voice remained steady as he stood behind you, hand wrapped around your throat as he tilted your head to the side, giving him all the leverage he needed. he tried to ignore the way you clawed desperately at his wrist, the way your sobs made his chest feel heavy. “think of it as a gift, sunshine.”

you knew the risks, as did he—he ignored the way his vampiric venom clashed with your fresh would. you screamed, despite his rough hand clasped over your mouth, muffling the sounds. “i do hope you'll forgive me, (y/n).”

each heartbeat throbbed like a war drum in your ears, a relentless reminder of your fragile mortality. tears welled up, blurring your vision as you staggered, the world spinning around you. the darkness pressed in from all sides, suffocating, as you desperately clung to consciousness.

the familiar silhouette of the gilbert house emerged through the haze of your pain. It stood like a beacon of solace, a place where you had always found refuge. your heart raced as you stumbled up the steps, your fingers fumbling for the doorknob. it was almost impossible to get there—you were sobbing as you crawled, back hunched as the blood continued to pour down your neck. it was truly more than you had bargained for. the door swung open, revealing the dimly lit interior, a sanctuary from the horrors that haunted you.

your trembling legs carried you through the threshold, and the door creaked shut behind you. the scent of old books and wood polish enveloped you, a comforting embrace that momentarily eased the anguish in your body. but the solace was fleeting, replaced by the harsh reality of your condition.

a sob tore from your lips as you sank to the floor, the pain becoming too much to bear. the wooden panels were cold against your feverish skin, the contrast jarring and yet oddly grounding. the room seemed to sway, the edges blurring as your vision wavered between darkness and light.

“hello? is someone there?” jeremy's voice echoed through the house, slicing through the haze of your agony. your heart skipped a beat as his figure appeared in the doorway, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. his gaze locked onto yours, concern and confusion warring in his expression.

“(y/n)? what happened?” he rushed to your side, his hands hovering uncertainly over your trembling form. the proximity of his touch sent shivers down your spine, a stark reminder of the vulnerability you felt. “it was damon, i swear i didn't want this,” your voice wavered, the words escaping in broken fragments as you struggled to convey the horror of the encounter. jeremy's jaw clenched, his fists tightening as understanding dawned upon him. the gash on your neck continued to bleed profusely, the skin around it beginning to bruise heavily. jeremy felt his heart in his stomach for a second—he had expected absolutely everything, just not this.

“stay here,” he commanded, his voice laced with determination as he disappeared from your sight. moments later, he returned with a first aid kit, his hands surprisingly steady as he tended to your wound. the sensation of his touch was both gentle and grounding, a lifeline amidst the chaos. his fingers worked carefully, cleaning up the blood that sought no end, his gentle touch balancing out the stinging pain. he cleaned the wound carefully, but he had no way to get the venom out—unable to ease the pain that began to stir within you.

as the pain began to ebb, just a bit, your tears subsided, leaving behind a hollow ache. you gazed up at keremy, your eyes searching his for answers, for a way out of this nightmare. his brows furrowed, a conflicted expression marring his features.

“you know i have a choice to make here,” jeremy admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone gentle. he sat beside you, holding your shaky hand as he watched you, heart churning at the sight of you crying. quiet sobs wracked your body as you trembled, seeking solace in his touch. he pulled you in closer, arms wrapped around you trembling body as he buried his face in your hair. “you shouldn't have come here, (y/n). you know what my job is.”

the weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the crossroads that had been thrust upon him. your heart ached at the torment he faced, torn between his duty and his emotions. the room seemed to shrink around you, the walls closing in as your breaths grew ragged. quiet apologies left your mouth as you held onto him just a little bit tighter. yes, jeremy cared for you in ways you could never imagine, but he also cared for the duties that were so clearly laid out for him.

“jeremy, please,” you begged, your voice raw with desperation. the pain had reached a new height, your wound beginning to flow freely once more. tears spilled down your cheeks as you held onto him, salty liquid staining his white shirt. “i can't go on like this. if there's no other way, just kill me.”

his gaze bore into yours, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within. you sobbed quietly, the pit of your stomach churning from the hunger you were feeling. it clashed with the pain altogether, the sensitivity—as if you'd gone days without a bite to eat. and then, with a decision as painful as it was selfless, he shook his head. "no, i won't let you go like that." he hesitated for a moment before extending his wrist toward you. “if you're willing, take my blood. it might give you another option.”

your heart raced at the proposition, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. but in his eyes, you found a glimmer of hope, a lifeline you couldn't ignore. with trembling hands, you grasped his shirt, frail fingers pulling yourself off to lock eyes with him. he stared at you with pity in his gaze, a soft smile on his face as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “i couldn't kill you if i wanted to,” he admitted, voice soft and gentle like you were used to. he cupped your cheeks, leaning in to place a kiss to your forehead. “we're gonna fix this, okay? you have to feed off me.”

as the world around you blurred, jeremy's presence remained steadfast, a guiding light in the darkness. you nodded, but you hesitated. he encouraged you, seating you on his lap to bring you in closer, exposing his neck, showing the same place damon had attacked you. you were careful, body shaking, the only source of comfort being the way his hands held your waist, pressing your chest into his to calm you down. when you bit him, no matter how much you wanted to satisfy your hunger, you were careful. the way he touched you gave you all the control in the world and when you finally sank you fangs into his skin, relishing in the metallic taste as his grip tightened, the pain began to recede, replaced by a strange euphoria that seemed to wash over you in waves. the transition was a tumultuous symphony of sensations, a metamorphosis that reshaped your very essence.

qnd through it all, jeremy was there, his gaze unwavering, his touch a steady anchor. “that's a good girl, just like that,” he shushed you, stroking your hair as his grip on your eaist had begun loosening. as you emerged from the chrysalis of transformation, weak but alive, you found yourself gazing into his eyes once more. the depth of emotion within them was undeniable, a testament to the bond that had been forged amidst the trials.

“i'm so sorry,” you whispered, your hinger temporarily satisfied. he shook his head, a soft smile on his face as he brought you in for a warm hug. “you should've done your job, jer, i'm so sorry.”

jeremy's arms enveloped you in a gentle embrace, his touch a soothing balm to your weary soul. the taste of his blood still lingered on your lips, a constant reminder of the sacrifice he had made to save you from the abyss. his warm smile held a depth of understanding and compassion that eased the weight of guilt that had settled within you.

“it's not your fault,” he whispered, his voice a comforting reassurance. “none of this was your doing. i made a choice, and i stand by it.”

your breath caught as his words seeped into your consciousness, the intensity of his gaze stripping away your defenses. his unwavering support was a lifeline, a connection that anchored you to the present amidst the tumult of change.

“i can't help but feel responsible,” you admitted, your voice laced with vulnerability. “you had to go through this because of me.”

jeremy's thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped your eye, his touch gentle and tender. “i've seen enough pain and loss in my life to know that sometimes, sacrifices are necessary. what matters is that you're here, and we'll face whatever comes together.”

the weight of his words settled over you like a warm blanket, wrapping you in a cocoon of acceptance and understanding. the bond that had been forged between you was unbreakable, a testament to the trials you had overcome and the connection that had deepened as a result.

as you gazed into his eyes, the remnants of your former self mingled with the newness of your vampire nature. the journey ahead was uncertain, marked by challenges and discoveries you couldn't yet fathom. but in his presence, you found the strength to face whatever came your way, together.

“thank you, jeremy,” you murmured, your gratitude flowing from the depths of your heart. “for saving me, for being here.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips a tender caress against your skin. “i'll always be here for you, (y/n). you're a more important duty of mine than the hunting.”

in that moment, as the night wrapped around you in a cocoon of stars and shadows, you knew that the road ahead might be fraught with darkness and uncertainty. but as jeremy's arms held you close, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your ear, you found solace in the knowledge that you didn't have to face it alone.

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[june-again]

LYNEY (ETC): # a radiant feast.

word count. 0.7k. genre. platonic angst/comfort.

synopsis. after you've already had a long day, lyney asks you for a favour. you don't have it in you to refuse.

merry christmas, @rainswept! i was overjoyed to receive your url in the @2023gisecretsanta, but i also became worried quickly after that i wouldn't be able to write something i would be satisfied with to dedicate to you. let this be a letter of affection from me, june, your dear mutual, as well as from lyney, lynette, and freminet.

warnings. light metaphors of drowning, food mention. plenty of wistfulness because i can't help myself.

It was no secret that life in Fontaine could be draining.

The motions of work, of entertainment, of operas and of oceans, washed over you like waves, beating you onto the shore. You wouldn’t vocalize it on any days but the ones you’d find yourself hacking up saltwater from your lungs thanks to your survival instinct. These days, you tried to keep to yourself—you didn’t want to make mistakes at work or dampen the lives of the people you encountered daily. Most importantly you didn’t want to risk lashing out at someone like Lyney or Lynette, who were each always too dear of friends when you deserved it the least.

Today, you were drowning. Vision dull, breaths short, thoughts grey. You took the longer, more unfrequented road home from work. The roads here were tidier and emptier, and it was far easier to focus on the light scattering of gravel beneath your steps without concern of walking into the path of Clockwork Meka or interrupting a Melusine’s business. It was much easier to focus on the calm sensations around you while your thoughts swirled in a more-than-sufficient whirlwind of chaos.

In this setting the tap on your shoulder causing you to jump may be excused. This sentiment was confirmed when you saw it to be the master of surprise himself: Lyney.

“There you are!” he exclaimed. “Taking the long way home, I see!”

You could only stare. Against the Fontainian pastels, even against the purple sky you hadn’t noticed before, his black and cherry red attire blazed. 

“How are you, friend?”

You shrugged. “I’m getting by.”

His clear eyes swept across your face, worry fleeting. His composure suddenly changed and he reached his hand to his shoulder in seeming perplexity. “I’ve—I’ve got to ask you a favour, but if it’s too much for you right now, I understand.”

You furrowed your brow. You’d known Lyney for years, and you could only think of a couple times he’d asked you for anything. If he was asking for a favour like this, it had to be serious.

There were no bones in your body willing to let Lyney think he couldn’t ask you for help. Swallowing your exhaustion as well as you could, you stretched your face into a smile.

“Of course, Lyney. What is it?”

With a relieved laugh and another shift of expression, he said, “Lynette and I are working on a set for our next show tonight, and we have to gather some resources from the hill overlooking the Opera Epiclese. Could you come and help us carry them in an hour thirty?”

“What is it you have to get from all the way up there?” you asked.

With a furtive glance around, Lyney pressed a slender finger to his lips. “You’ll see.”

…

Ninety minutes later you were making the last of the climb up the Fonainian slope. A trail of purple was all that remained of the sun’s disappearance. Ahead, you now noticed a glow on the edge of the slope, and three figures there. Pulling your energy together, you jogged towards them.

There was a table placed as evenly as possible in the grass, and four chairs around it. Facing you sat Lynette, who smiled and waved, and Lyney and Freminet took two of the other seats. Upon the table was a beautiful checkered cloth, a magical display of sandwiches and fruits and pastries, and a candlestick illuminating the last chair.

“You made it,” said Lynette. “Good evening.”

Freminet turned, a smile in his eyes. “I’m glad the climb wasn’t too hard.”

Lyney stood from his chair and came over to you. He took your hand and led you to the fourth chair. “Sit, my dear friend! We shall feast as royalty together under the stars.”

You obediently took your place. One does not refuse a magician’s orders. 

And the night was jolly over sweet food and unhindered laughter. The light came into your breaths once again, in much the same way as you might swallow a sip of cool water. By the end of the evening, you couldn’t help but be distracted—not by your thoughts, but by the state of the scene. Surrounded by friends, you were high above the waters of Fontaine. You were above the crashing waves, the bustling life, the choking fumes. Here, you had the all the wind, glow, and company you would need to sustain you for the evening.

For now, you were free to feel alive.

author's note. i hope this fic was able to offer you some fresh air. go on and take a deep breath!

on a more personal note, crow, last night i found myself listening to "letters of resignation" while working on a playlist (as one does on christmas eve) and i got hit with a powerful wave of nostalgia. this summer i took a weekend trip across the province with someone who was my best friend, and this was one of the albums i put on. i still feel the sunlight that shone through the windshield as i drove us down the summit highway to "revelations 21:8." i know i've mentioned this trip to you before but truly, listening to this album back then is still a dear memory to me even after how things have changed. thanks for contributing your awesome music taste and kindness to my life, crow.

#favoniuslibrary #lyney comfort #genshin platonic #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x reader #lynette was there #freminet was there too #you all had a nice meal and listened to the songs of the stars #merry christmas one last time

[chokememaximoff]

Shattered Allegiance II

Natasha Romanoff x Reader series

Abstract:Natasha Romanoff finds herself on a mission to track down a former Avenger turned rogue after being kidnapped and brainwashed by Hydra. As she delves into the heart of Tokyo's criminal underworld, she uncovers the dark and twisted path that led her friend down this destructive road. Amidst intense action, psychological turmoil, and unexpected alliances, Natasha must confront her own past and the harsh realities of betrayal.

Tw:violence,abuse,trauma,panic atatcks,detailed descriptions on injuries all throught the story

Tokyo's nights stretched on endlessly, and Natasha's pursuit of Y/N Y/L/N took her deeper into the city's intricate maze of secrets and shadows. The neon-lit streets seemed to whisper tales of intrigue and danger, a reflection of the tangled emotions that Natasha wrestled with.

One evening, as rain streaked down the windows of Natasha's safehouse, she found herself sitting at a worn wooden table, surrounded by scattered documents and maps. An old photograph rested before her, a sepia-toned relic of a time that felt worlds away. The face staring back at her was a younger Natasha, a face that held the weight of secrets and scars.

Flashback: The Red Room

In her mind's eye, Natasha found herself transported back to a grim, sterile room. A much younger Natasha stood among a group of children, all dressed in identical uniforms. Their eyes held a mixture of fear and determination, and the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and apprehension.

A stern trainer paced the room, his voice a constant drone of commands. Natasha's heart raced as she recalled the grueling physical and psychological training she had endured. The memories of pain and desperation were intertwined with fleeting glimpses of camaraderie, stolen moments of connection among children stripped of their innocence.

Flashback: The Assassin's Path

The memories shifted like shards of broken glass, forming a mosaic of Natasha's life as an assassin. She saw herself as a shadow, a weapon of unparalleled precision. Her missions were carried out with ruthless efficiency, each target a reminder of her own detachment from humanity.

Natasha's mind took her to dimly lit alleyways and sprawling cities, each backdrop to a mission that blurred the line between life and death. Her hands were stained with the blood of those who had been marked for elimination. Faces passed through her thoughts, each a testament to the price of survival.

Back in the present, Natasha clenched her trembling hands, her fingers tracing the edge of the old photograph. The weight of her past bore down on her like an invisible burden, and the room felt smaller, suffocating. The memories surged forward, unrelenting and overwhelming.

The sensation of drowning consumed her, and Natasha's breath quickened. Panic clawed at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to engulf her. She pressed her hands against the table's cool surface, desperate for an anchor to reality. But the memories pressed on, a torrent that threatened to drown her in its wake.

The room tilted, and Natasha's vision blurred. She closed her eyes, willing herself to regain control. She recited a mantra in her mind, a lifeline she had learned over the years. Slowly, the panic began to ebb, leaving her with the aftershocks of its intensity.

Flashback: Budapest

With a ragged breath, Natasha opened her eyes, her gaze drawn once again to the old photograph. The image depicted a younger her, alongside a gruff-looking Clint Barton. The photograph was a relic from a mission that had changed the course of her life, a mission that had exposed her to the possibility of redemption.

The memories of Budapest washed over her, and Natasha found herself back in time, standing on a rooftop overlooking the city's bustling streets. The mission had been a turning point, a shared experience that had forged an unexpected connection between her and Clint.

Flashback: The Avengers

Amidst the tumult of memories, Natasha's mind drifted to the Avengers' compound. The memories were a montage of shared laughter, battles fought side by side, and moments of camaraderie that had defied the odds. Amidst these fragments, Y/N Y/L/N's face emerged, a radiant smile lighting up the room.

Flashback: Training Sessions and Laughter

Natasha's memories unfurled like a tapestry, revealing moments of shared laughter and camaraderie with Y/N. She saw Y/N in the training room, turning even the toughest sessions into a game. Her boundless enthusiasm and positivity had been a stark contrast to Natasha's own battle-hardened demeanor.

In these memories, Natasha witnessed Y/N's acts of kindness – offering a shoulder to a discouraged teammate, extending a hand of friendship to those who felt like outsiders. Y/N's unwavering belief in the goodness of humanity had been a balm to Natasha's soul, a testament to the power of hope even in the darkest of times.

As the memories flowed, Natasha's lips curled into a bittersweet smile. Y/N's pranks and playful antics, her ability to connect with others, had left an indelible mark on the team. Natasha saw Y/N as a beacon of light, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, kindness and compassion could thrive.

As Natasha's panic attack subsided, she found herself standing in the center of the safehouse, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath. The room held an echo of her struggle, a reminder of the demons she wrestled with.

Slowly, Natasha moved towards the bathroom, her steps deliberate. The sound of water cascading in the shower beckoned, a promise of solace and cleansing. The hot water embraced her like a warm embrace, and Natasha closed her eyes, letting the sensations envelop her.

As the steam filled the air, Natasha's mind began to calm. She allowed herself to be present in the moment, the sound of water providing a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. The memories of her own redemption, intertwined with Y/N's presence, formed a tapestry of hope that she clung to.

Flashback: Y/N's Radiance

Amidst the steam and warmth, Natasha's memories shifted once more, this time to moments shared with Y/N. She saw Y/N's infectious laughter, the way she had turned the Avengers' living space into a home filled with joy and camaraderie. Y/N's presence had transformed the compound into a place of warmth and acceptance.

Natasha remembered Y/N's penchant for late-night conversations, their discussions ranging from serious to whimsical. Y/N's willingness to listen and understand had been a gift, a testament to her caring nature and the depth of her empathy.

The memories continued to unfold, revealing Y/N's acts of kindness, the way she had extended a hand to those in need, the way she had inspired her teammates to be better versions of themselves. Y/N's radiance had shone even in the darkest of times, a guiding light that had led the Avengers through their most challenging moments.

As Natasha's shower came to an end, she stepped out, her body and mind feeling rejuvenated. Wrapped in a towel, she gazed at herself in the mirror, her reflection a testament to strength and resilience. The journey ahead was rife with uncertainty, but Natasha knew that she was prepared to confront her own demons, to extend the hand of redemption to Y/N.

The memories of Y/N's vibrant presence, filled with laughter and compassion, were a beacon of hope in Natasha's heart. With renewed determination, she left the bathroom, ready to continue her pursuit. The path ahead was illuminated not only by the neon lights of Tokyo's streets but also by the promise of salvation and the chance for a brighter future.

...

Tokyo's nights were a tapestry of neon lights and hidden truths. Natasha's pursuit of Y/N Y/L/N had taken her through a maze of danger and intrigue, where each alleyway held secrets waiting to be uncovered. As Natasha delved deeper into the city's heart, the pieces of Hydra's sinister puzzle began to emerge, revealing a manipulation that had woven its way into Y/N's very soul.

In the dimly lit safehouse, Natasha sat hunched over a table laden with documents, surveillance photographs, and encrypted files. The room seemed to hum with tension, an echo of the city's energy that permeated every corner. In this digital den of secrets, Natasha's determination burned like a relentless flame, illuminating the shadows she sought to dispel.

Amidst the sea of information, Natasha's attention was drawn to a set of files labeled "Project Mindweave." The name alone sent a shiver down her spine, a premonition of the horrors that lay within. With a solemn breath, she reached out and opened the files, a virtual portal into a realm of manipulation and darkness.

As the files opened on the screen, Natasha's face was bathed in an eerie glow. She was about to delve into the depths of Hydra's malevolent machinations, uncovering the web of manipulation that had ensnared Y/N Y/L/N. Her gloved fingers traced the outlines of the documents, a silent acknowledgement of the journey she was about to undertake.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a timeline of events that chronicled Y/N's descent into Hydra's clutches.

Flashback: Captured by Hydra

Video footage played before Natasha's eyes, transporting her to a grim reality. Y/N Y/L/N, her body battered and spirit bruised, was bound to a chair within a dimly lit chamber. Her eyes, once filled with defiance and determination, now held a mixture of fear and resilience. The scene depicted Y/N as a warrior held captive, a stark reminder of the strength that had once defined her.

Flashback: The Breakdown

The footage transitioned, presenting a montage of days, weeks, and months – a relentless onslaught of torment and manipulation. Y/N's determination began to crumble beneath the weight of unrelenting pain. Hydra's operatives, faceless agents of cruelty, had methodically dismantled her spirit through a calculated blend of physical agony and psychological warfare.

The days turned into a blur of relentless suffering. Y/N's once-resilient gaze lost its fire, replaced by an emptiness that spoke of horrors endured. Natasha's heart ached as she watched Y/N's transformation unfold, the gradual erosion of the warrior spirit that had once burned so fiercely within her.

Tears welled in Natasha's eyes as the footage played on, revealing Y/N's eventual surrender. The light in her eyes faded, replaced by a vacant, hollow gaze. The once-vibrant Avenger had been broken, her willpower shattered like glass under a relentless storm.

Flashback: Mindweave Technology

The videos transitioned to another segment, one that plunged deeper into the abyss. Natasha's heart quickened as the screen displayed Hydra operatives huddled around a sophisticated technology, one that enabled them to manipulate memories and emotions. The words "Project Mindweave" etched a sinister promise of the horrors that had been inflicted upon Y/N.

The technology allowed Hydra to rewrite Y/N's memories, manipulate her emotions, and erode her sense of self. The videos depicted the process with a chilling clarity – electrodes attached to her temples, Y/N's anguished expression as her memories were dissected and rewritten.

Natasha's breath hitched as she witnessed Y/N undergoing a series of experimental procedures, her screams echoing in the sterile room. Hydra's scientists were cold, their faces hidden behind masks as they probed and manipulated Y/N's mind. The footage painted a portrait of agony, a testament to the cruelty that had stripped Y/N of her identity and humanity.

Flashback: The Empty Shell

The videos concluded with a haunting image of Y/N, her eyes vacant and devoid of emotion. She stood alone in a stark, featureless room, her movements mechanical, her gaze fixed ahead. Natasha's heart splintered as she recognized the extent of the damage inflicted upon Y/N's psyche. She had been reduced to a puppet, a vessel for Hydra's insidious designs.

As the videos ended, the room seemed to close in around Natasha. The truth she had sought was a weight that threatened to crush her, the horrors she had witnessed a relentless assault on her senses. She clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles white, her heart heavy with the weight of Y/N's suffering.

Emotions surged within her – anger, grief, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. Tears streamed down Natasha's face, her mask of composure shattered by the agony she had witnessed. Y/N's pain resonated deeply within her, a reflection of her own struggles, a mirror into the darkness she had fought to overcome.

Natasha's sobs echoed through the room, a raw release of emotion that was both cathartic and agonizing. The room absorbed her anguish, bearing witness to the vulnerability she rarely allowed others to see. The memories of her own past, of the blood on her hands, collided with the stark reality of Y/N's torment. The room became a sanctuary for her grief, a canvas upon which she painted her anguish.

As the waves of emotion subsided, Natasha's breathing gradually steadied. She wiped away the tears, her face a mask of determination and resolve. The room's digital glow illuminated her features, casting long shadows that danced to the rhythm of her turbulent emotions. The darkness of the past may have clouded their present, but Natasha was determined to carve a new path – one that would lead not only to Y/N's redemption but also to her own salvation.

With a deep inhale, Natasha straightened her posture, her gaze unwavering. The room's ambient hum seemed to echo her resolve, a symphony of determination that reverberated through the digital sanctuary. The revelation of Y/N's suffering had ignited a fire within Natasha's soul, one that burned with an intensity matched only by her desire to rescue her fallen comrade.

The journey ahead was treacherous, a tightrope walk across a chasm of uncertainty and danger. Yet, the knowledge of Y/N's torment, the scope of Hydra's manipulation, had transformed Natasha's purpose into an unbreakable resolve. With every step she took, Natasha was determined to strip away the layers of deception, to unravel the threads of manipulation, and to forge a path towards freedom for Y/N.

As the night stretched on, Natasha's eyes remained fixed on the screen, her mind sharpening its focus on the road ahead. The city's neon lights painted patterns of hope against the canvas of Tokyo's darkness. With each passing second, Natasha drew strength from the revelation, ready to navigate the labyrinthine depths of manipulation and to lead both herself and Y/N towards the light that still flickered, however faintly, within the shadows.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow #hydra #mcu #marvel mcu

[scotianostra]

On 20 May 685 The Battle of Nechtansmere, in present-day Angus, was fought.

This always a battle I like posting about, not the battle itself, the story that happened hundreds of year later, which I will get round to later.

The Battle of Nechtansmere is little known nowadays, but it secured Scotland’s future as a nation. Fought between The Picts and the Northumbrian Angles if we had lost Scotland could well have become part of the southern neighbours we spent so many times fighting.

Latterly known as the Battle of Dunnichen, it was fought in the shadow of Dunnichen Hill, to the east of the borough of Forfar, on the 20th of May, in the year 685

The Picts, led by their king Brude Mac Beli defeated the invading army through their clever manoeuvres. Ecgfrith was drawn off his original route by a feigned Pictish retreat. The Northumbrian army burst through the cleft their enemies had gone through only to stumble upon the Picts fortress. Most of the army were slaughtered by the waiting Picts and King Ecgfrith was slain. After the battle, the Picts buried their dead through the following night. They carried on until 2.30am, requiring torches to finish the rest of the work.

Now to my favourite part of the post, roll on over 12 hundred years to the 2nd January 1950, and a woman called Miss E.F. Smith, and described as a spinster, who was driving home from a party in Brechin at about 2am. Her car had skidded into a ditch 2 miles outside the area due to the treacherous road conditions. She still had another 8 miles to go so she continued her journey on foot. She felt oddly nervous as she walked along the minor road west of the A932, then she saw a number of strange lights in the distance near Dunnichen Hill. Turning south towards the village, she noticed figure in the field to her right, part of Drummietermont Farm. Each figure carried a flaming red torch in its left hand and they seemed to be searching the ground for something.

Miss Smith then saw shapes on the ground exactly like dead bodies. The figure nearest to her stooped down and examined several of these ‘corpses’, turning them over and back again, as if looking for recognisable faces. This scene lasted for around ten minutes, with Miss Smith’s dog barking throughout. Eventually she simply walked away. She only realised that the whole event was peculiar when she woke up next day and thought about it. Later she gave details of the experience to the Society for Psychical Research. She reported that the searchers wore garb like body stockings, along with tunics and flattened oval helmets. They appeared to be moving around the edge of the vanished mere, the shape of which was later traced by archaeological investigation.

Although this post battle manifestation has not been repeated. some motorists passing through Dunnichen on misty nights have caught sight of fleeting human forms which vanish before their cars hit them.

There is some skepticism as to how real Miss Smith’s sighting was. She was travelling very late at night and had already walked a number of miles, not to mention suffering a trauma from skidding her car into a ditch. The vision could have been brought about as a result of exhaustion and the effects of the cold. However, the fact that it occurred at the exact site of the Battle of Nechtansmere seems to be too much of a coincidence and it is unlikely that the woman’s dog would react to something that occurred only in his owner’s mind.

#scotland #scottish #picts #alba #battle #history

[lustfangs]

Heya. Hope you don't mind an expansion upon that Stalker idea you posted lately. ---

You come home tired, like every day, and close the door behind you. Tossing the keys on the table, you grab a glass of water and walk over to the sitting room, collapsing into the couch as you just need a bit of rest. You switch the TV on, slide out some leftover chocolate, and finish the few squares as the mid-episode ads roll. You take a look out the window, into the darkening evening. You don't see the shining pair of eyes fixed on your silhouette. How could you, afterall? They hide behind shaded binoculars, across the street and up a pitch-black floor. But those eyes most certainly see you - and wink, in satisfaction, as your hand begins to slide between your legs. Just like always.

All these damn ads on your TV, and you just watch to watch your new show, it's not like it's your fault that you need to pass the time somehow - nor is it your fault that, a minute later, you're breathless and humping your own hand, heedless of the fact the ad break has finished. All your dumb head wants now is pleasure, and needy whore that you are, you're making sure to give it to yourself.

A fleeting thought passes your mind. I left my dildo upstairs. And yet when you start to rise, you spot it placed under your coffee table, not at all where you remember it being. Oh well. You don't exactly care at the moment, fucking yourself on that thick piece, moaning quietly, scattered breaths yearning for someone to come and really fuck you - rape you, even, do it so hard you start to cry.

'Cause you can't push yourself that far. You rock back and forth, you bounce up and down, you rub away at your clit with one hand while the other fucks you full of plastic. Too bad you don't have any of that cum lube lef--

Except, there's a bottle of it. It's just at the edge of your vision, standing on a stool.

You definitely don't remember putting it there. Because yesterday, you ran out of it.

Almost falling over in your haste to fill yourself up, you snatch it off the stool and grab the pump next to it, hastily topping up your toy and putting it together properly this time. It's not even properly mounted yet, and you're already riding that fake cock, each bounce squeezing out a trickle of lube, seeing as you've overfilled it again. Both hands fighting to mash your clit, you sit down, hard, and squirt everywhere. The orgasm washes over you like a wave, knocking your thoughts clean out for a solid minute, as you sit there, pussy full of dick and mouth out. Muttering, moaning, mouthing words of thanks.

Your watcher sees it all. There are hands on a stiff cock, in that room across the road, hands which want ever so badly to grip your skin. To leave long scratches down your back, and marks around your neck. Unlike you, your watcher stops. Today seems like as good a day as any. Might even ask. That would be nice - if you said, "yes".

You push yourself off the dildo, clenching to not spill anything, and only now, finally, does it hit you. Somebody's been in your house. Somebody put your dildo exactly where you wanted it. Somebody bought you new lube, exactly the brand you always get. Hands growing numb, you walk over to the kitchen.

Somebody left you food. It's thick and meaty and still warm. You tell yourself that food can stay warm for hours after cooking. It's not a terribly comforting thought.

You look outside, furtively scanning the road. But of course, nobody is there. Nobody is ever there. Even then, you swipe your blinds closed, blocking any would-be watcher from seeing any more. Too bad you don't know it's too late.

You eat.

What else were you to do, leave perfectly good food to go to waste? Your money hasn't vanished, and a free meal is a free meal! Except... the food is exactly how you like it.

Exactly. How. You. Like. It.

You check the cooler. Yep, it's your favourite kind of booze. The kind your grandma used to bring over from wherever she used to travel. It's even got her name on it. You haven't seen her in six months.

But you're full. And now - as you pull out the cork - you're about to get drunk and try to forget all this.

You're about 4 glasses in, perfectly tipsy, when a knock on the door makes you scream. Breathe. It could just be the mailman... right? Even still, you snatch up a rolling pin and heft it dangerously, slowly approaching the door and-- It's just your neighbour, the guy who's always in his garden, holding a packet of something.

"How did you like your presents?"

The rolling pin crashes to the floor, yet you barely hear it. The world seems to rock, the air to twist, as he lets himself into your house, swiping the hat off his head and looking nervously about for where to put it. You couldn't care less, taking a half-step back as he nods and tosses it on a chair. It's him? You can't seem to grasp a coherent thought, and it's a few seconds before you realise he's spoken again.

"I mean, of course, I saw you the whole time, so I know you liked them but... I'd like to hear from you, you know?"

You can't breathe. Your heart feels like it's stopped, and you can't force air into your lungs. You've never been so utterly terrified - this nervous, small man is your stalker? How much does he know? Does he know everything?

"Ah well, I know you liked it. But... ah, I do want to ask..."

The corners of the room are beginning to grow dim, dark spots dancing across your vision, as your legs give way and you fall to your knees. The shock starts up those lungs of yours, and you take a single, loud breath. You stare at this monster, trying to muster up any kind of sound. Other than a low whimper of fear.

"Can I... fuck you? Please? I've wanted to do it for ages now, you know? You're such a slut. I mean, I see you fucking yourself every day, and every day you're begging for someone else to do it for you, no?"

Ice trickles down your spine. You're already on your knees; you're already tipsy, growing more inebriated by the second as that fourth glass starts to hit, and you are just so, so scared. He nods in satisfaction, relief even, and you wonder why - for a moment.

Oh. Oh God. You just said yes.

uhhh part 1 of 2, I don't have the wherewithal to finish this tonight. Have a good one, vamp. - 𝄞

Oh my god anon. Where’s part 2 . WHERE’S PART 2

#* zel answers.

[silverpaintedstars]

*comes in breathless and waving manuscript* 

The Son of Shadows, Chapter Thirteen 

is fianlly finished!! i don’t even know why i was so stuck. but first---i’m going to be mostly paused on writing, with plotting it out and life stuff, so not really sure when i’ll have a new one finished, just because i want to edit a bunch and all that.

@accidental-spice @kanerallels @fairytale-lights @bookdragon1811 @pigeontnt

Chapter Thirteen: Ferienetown

The next morning they left camp when the sun rose, as to get to Ferienetown by midmorning at latest, or at least that was what Rapier had assumed. The woods were ablaze with noise as they walked, but it was peaceful for the most part. Birds chirping, winds, and here and there the flash of a rabbit or the tracks of some sort of animal in the mud. The threesome—and Niskim—were mostly silent as they walked, even Silva. 

About half an hour into their walk, the trees seemed to space out and in between them a thin dirt path was laid. Cautiously they stepped out of the trees, Rapier first, glancing down the road in both directions before fully walking onto the dirt path. 

“This leads to Ferienetown?” Elliot asked as they began to walk down to the left, north, maybe. Around them the trees filtered the bright sunlight down in  separated beams. It was oddly peaceful, and Elliot wanted to stay in the woods forever, stay in this feeling, because he knew it was fleeting and wouldn’t last long. 

“In roughly six miles, yes,” Rapier answered. “About two more hours.” 

So two more hours of walking. Elliot couldn’t say he was thrilled over that, but if nothing…terribly eventful happened, he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad. 

“I don’t suppose you have food,” Silva said. “Or are you one of those people who kills animals and lives off their liver or whatever.”

“I have,” Rapier answered, walking in front of her. “But I didn’t think it would suit you well.”

“You…live in the woods then?” Silva asked, picking up her pace so they walked just side by side, her barely in front. 

He paused before answering. “No.”

“Well, it certainly sounds like you’re the type who lives out in the woods.” Silva retorted. “I can see it—you built a cabin, but you barely use it. Wandering from frontier to frontier, only stopping to stay with your dear parents who have grown old and gray and depend on you.” Her tone was sarcastic and Elliot would’ve found no way that Rapier would find it insulting. 

But…from his tone when Rapier responded, he almost sounded restrained, like there was so much more he was wanting to say, and that there was so much more that he wanted to say that wouldn’t have been nice at all. “That is not the life I live.”

Silva apparently must’ve heard whatever was behind the words. “Geesh, I was just joking. I didn’t mean that seriously.” 

“I know that,” Rapier answered, picking up his pace so he was leading their threesome—foursome with Niskim—. “But you should really take care of what you say more often.”

When the trees began to thin out more and the path sloped downward, Elliot could tell they were nearing Ferienetown, or at any rate the terrain would turn to open land. But it felt like almost two hours, so he was going to bet it was the lake town.

And as the ground dropped away and they stopped at the edge, Elliot found he was right. Below them was a massive lake, with the far shore stretching out of their visions. Docks were arranged around the lake’s shores, and there, off the right shore, an enormous wooden structure rose out of the water. The platform that the town itself was built on wasn’t tall at all, though the various buildings on it had various heights. It was as wide as it was long, and boats were going back and forth from it, most probably carrying fishermen, visitors or the inhabitants of Ferienetown. 

“With luck we should be gone from here by nightfall,” Rapier said as he slowly began weaving his way down the slope to where a small dock was below. 

“What’re we doing here?” Elliot asked as he nervously picked his way down, finding little roots and stems and grabbing onto them.

“I have a small…arrangement to attend to, and there are some people to meet us,” Rapier answered.

“People?” Silva said as she ditched the idea of climbing down and slid past them both effortlessly. “People who will not try to kill us, capture us, strike a deal with us, or con us out of something?”

Both Rapier and Elliot paused their climbing to stare at her. “You don’t have the best people experiences, do you?” Rapier asked. 

Silva gave a one shouldered shrug, standing at the bottom and messing at her hair again. 

Rapier shook his head, jumping from one root from the other until he stood by Silva. Elliot scrambled the rest of the way, stepping onto an uneven rock and tripped until he stood shakily at the bottom. 

“Well,” Rapier said briskly, turning to the one dock in front of them where a small rowboat floated, tied to the dock. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?” 

He led them onto the rickety dock, which seemed to be as old as Ferienetown itself. One board fell right into the water under his feet. He jumped back from it in surprise. 

Rapier was untying the rowboat from the dock, and when it was free, he threw the coiled the rope in the boat and hopped in. Silva followed him and looked at Elliot expantly. 

“In there?” Elliot asked, even though it was obvious. 

“Yes, in here, I don’t think you wanted to swim there,” Silva muttered. 

Elliot took a deep breath, then before he really thought more on what he was doing, jumped into the boat, severely rocking it in the process. 

“Of all the stones under their skies why would you jump into it?” Silva cried, hands flying to brace the rocking edges of the boat. 

“Well, how else should I get in?” Elliot asked nervously, watching the boat rock from side to side. 

“Gently!” Silva retorted, mindlessly messing at her hair again. 

“Can you both be silent for now?” Rapier said, and they both looked at him. “Your noise will carry over the water even more than on land,” he explained, picking up the oars and steering them to face the town. The boat creaked and they all froze, staring at the bottom of the boat for any sort of cracks or such. It seemed as if it was good—for now. 

“Now, I know that it will be hard for you,” Rapier said, looking at Silva. He had his black eye mask on again, probably if they were going to be around people. “But you’re going to have to be…more quiet than normal.” 

She snorted. “Quiet.”

“Yes.” He said nothing else, the steady row of the oars, the only noise in the background. Silva, somehow, had gained enough self control to stay quiet, shockingly. 

The lake was as thin and clear as a mirror as they glided across its surface, breaking the perfect reflection Feriene lake was trying to give. Elliot kept a firm grip on the side of the boat, his knuckles turning white. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Rapier at the oars—he didn’t trust the lake. He cast a glance up at Rapier, who stood at the bow of the craft, a oar grasped in his gloved hands. The trail end of his scarf caught the wind like an ink blot on the sky, the oars silently crossing them. 

Silva was actually still quiet, a fact that was shocking Elliot more than it had a right to. She was looking at the floating city, hands absently mussing her hair.

The boat thudded, gently rocking it from side to side. Elliot grabbed at the edges of the boat to try and steady it. Rapier guided the boat up to the side of the dock with the oars, nimbly hopping out of the rowboat onto the dock, taking a length of rope tied to the mooring buoy and tying it to the tail end of the rowboat. 

“Come on,” he said to Elliot, Silva and Niskim, who were still in the rowboat, looking up at him. 

Elliot, holding onto Niskim with one arm, carefully climbed out remembering the tip the boat took last time. This time, however, the boat only rocked slightly as he stepped shakily onto the dock, looking around at Ferienetown as Silva climbed out. 

The docks had a good amount of people on them for the early hour, probably fisherpeople and those going off to the mainland. Past the docks was the rest of Ferienetown, crowded with buildings, scraped hither thither in the cityscape on the large dock. It was mostly a fishing village, yes, but Elliot could see a good collection of children running around, too. The smell of fish and lake water hung thick in the air. A breeze blew through, tossing the water lightly.

There was something oddly tense about Rapier, he seemed so calculated and measured, like he didn’t take a single breath without knowing what it would affect. He kept looking over the mirror surface of the lake, scanning the shoreline, as if there was something over there. Elliot couldn’t see anything but the trees, but he wasn’t in Rapier’s mind, of course. Maybe Warlems had a special sort of vision that Elves didn’t. 

Silva let out a huff of air next to Elliot and he startled, forgetting she was there. “How long are we planning to stay here? It smells like fish.”

Rapier turned to look at her. “We should be leaving before night,” he answered, tightening the knot and dropping it. He started off into the rest of Ferienetown, not waiting to see if Silva and Elliot followed. 

They weaved through the crowded town, following Rapier’s dogged steps and pace. As they traveled through it, Elliot couldn't help but think that the town seemed haphazardly cluttered together, as if a giant had dropped his blocks onto the lake and they settled that way. If he had been there alone, with no guide at all, there would have been a guarantee that Elliot would have gotten himself lost. But it seemed like Rapier knew his way around, which was a relief, because the city made Elliot nervous, with all the people and hecticness of it all. 

They passed numerous fish stores and supply places as they walked, along with houses on stilts and open markets on the low level. Tattered fabrics strung up between houses and windows fluttered in the low breeze from the water.

Rapier stopped walking in front of a building that faced the water, the midmorning sun hitting the side of the building. Two people were standing by the front of the shop, looking out to the water. A boy and a girl, around Elliot’s age. The girl had waist-long brown hair tied up, and wore a tattered dress, coat and boots. The boy was built like a scarecrow, tall and lanky. His lighter hair flew every which way in the wind, his green eyes roving over every part of the town. His clothes didn’t match and had a various amount of stains on them.

Were these the people Rapier had said they were here to meet? They had to be, for Rapier walked up to them. The girl noticed him first, nudging the boy—her brother? Maybe—to look. 

“You’re twenty minutes late,” the boy said with a dogged grin. Up close Elliot guessed he was about sixteen or seventeen. He and Silva stood behind Rapier for now. “But well, I guess it makes a more of a dramatic entrance.”

“Are you going to tell us now why you needed us to meet you?” The girl said after a moment. So Rapier was just as mysterious to them as well—Elliot wasn’t alone in that struggle.

Rapier sighed, sounding very over-the-top with it, walking over to where the boy and girl stood. “I wasn’t late–you’re never early.”

The boy nudged the girl—his sister? They looked alike enough. “He’s being considerate.”

“You’re the one who always makes us late,” the girl hissed back. She glanced back at Rapier and opened her mouth to say something, but her gaze snagged on Silva and Elliot. “Who’re they?”

Elliot bit his lip, thoughts crashing in. What would Rapier say to explain their presence? Who even were these people too? “They’re travelers I met along the way,” Rapier said simply. “They’ll be coming back with us to Arpad and then to Ardoran.” 

The boy and girl exchanged a glance with raised eyebrows. “Oh?” the girl said, her brow furrowed, but she shook her head. “Never mind. I’m Caelum and this is Rhu, my brother.” 

It took Elliot a second to realize she was talking to him. Right. “Uh. I’m Elliot? Yeah, yeah. Um. It’s nice to meet you?” He fumbled out some sort of introduction, wishing he’d said something different as soon as the words had left his mouth. 

Caelum smiled at him. “Charmed to meet you, Elliot.” As she talked, Elliot noticed with a start that her eyes were slittled. She was a Witch? Rhu was a Warlem? 

Was Silva really the only human out of them all?

“When were you planning on leaving?” Caelum asked Rapier, who was by the rickety wooden railing at the edge of the dock, leaning onto it. 

“Soon,” he said, looking out onto the shore. “I don’t want to stay here any longer than we need to.”

“We have our cart in a stable near here,” Rhu said. “So it won’t be far, because we know you. If we waste time then you’ll probably, ah, I don’t know, do something stabby and magical.”

“I don’t deny it,” Rapier said dryly, adjusting his scarf. “Now, do we really need to waste time standing here? We have what we need, let’s go back to your wagon.”

Caelum squinted. “You don’t need any food? If you came here from Holden you should be low.”

Rapier looked out across the lake for a minute before turning back to her. “It’s only a day’s trip back to Arpad. We have enough.”

Elliot doubted this but he didn’t feel like going against whatever Rapier was thinking, he seemed…preoccupied at the moment. 

“Alright, one question,” Silva said right as Rapier opened his mouth to say something else. “Who exactly are you people? You’re obviously not afraid of being called out for being Falsus, and why should we trust you to go back to your house?”

Rapier, annoyed, started to talk again, but Caelum interrupted. “No, she has a point, you really can’t trust any random people you meet.”

“I don’t even trust them,” Silva muttered, hooking a thumb to Elliot and Rapier. 

Caelum rolled her eyes. “Oh, believe me, despite knowing that one for well over five years, I see why you say that.” 

Silva started to respond, but as she opened her mouth, Rapier raised a hand, cutting her off. “Stop shushing me,” she said, glowering at her, but he quieted her again.

“I hear something,” he said without explanation, walking off to the closest building and peered around the corner. 

The four of them exchanged a confused glance but no one said anything, feeling that if Rapier said he’d seen something it better be an instinct to trust, knowing him. There was silence for an entire minute and twenty seconds Elliot counted down internally, before Rapier turned back to them and mouthed a word. 

Run. 

Elliot paled as he dashed back to the group, glancing back behind him the entire time he spoke. “One of Askance’s party—I saw him. She’s here. For m—for you,” Rapier said to Elliot, and while he cleverly hid his slip, Elliot still caught it. Had he been about to say me? Rapier lowered his tone. “They clearly were split up and could have already seen us—Rhu, go ahead now to the wagon and have it ready the split second we need it.”

Rhu saluted and sprinted down the docks, leaving Caelum, Silva and Elliot, who was scared out of his mind. The last time he had seen this Askance figure, she had cornered him in Underhold, and that was before Rapier told him that she was an assassin—there for Elliot.

Which was not exactly the sort of fuzzy, heartwarming feeling to temper down his flaring anxiety. 

Rapier glanced over his shoulder again. “We’re going to just run for it. Caelum, you can….”

She blinked. “We’re on a lake, I could maybe send a wave being this close to such a huge amount of an element.”

“Perfect,” Rapier said. “I could probably do the same, and of course, use the sword.” He turned to Elliot and seemed like he was about to task him, but stopped. “Just don’t lose us,” he finally said. 

Elliot nodded, not trusting words. 

“Silva—you can do the same,” Rapier said to her. “Let’s go—we wasted too much time doing the prepping.” He sounded annoyed, and Elliot got the feeling he usually handled these situations alone, and keeping track of extra people was a burden. 

A dry laugh came from a few yards down the platform. “For once you got something right—you wasted too much time.”  It was, of course, Askance. 

#i realized that this universe and story and much bigger than i thought? #and i want to put in so much m o r e #which will take a ton of editing #anyways #tsos #tsos chapter thirteen #the son of shadows #my writing

[sandeepsrk007]

Steering Towards Efficiency: The Rise of GPS Vehicle Tracking Systems in Dubai

In the heart of the Middle East, Dubai stands as a beacon of progress, innovation, and technological advancement. This bustling metropolis, known for its towering skyscrapers, luxurious lifestyle, and cutting-edge infrastructure, is also home to a thriving logistics and transportation sector. As businesses in Dubai continue to seek ways to enhance operational efficiency, safety, and customer satisfaction, Gps vehicle tracking system company in dubai have emerged as a pivotal tool in achieving these goals. Let's delve into the world of GPS vehicle tracking system companies in Dubai and explore how they are revolutionizing the way businesses manage their fleets.

The Role of GPS Vehicle Tracking Systems

GPS vehicle tracking systems utilize global positioning system technology to provide real-time location data for vehicles. This information is invaluable for fleet managers, enabling them to monitor vehicle movements, optimize routes, reduce fuel consumption, and enhance overall fleet efficiency. But the benefits don't stop there; these systems also play a crucial role in improving safety, enforcing compliance, and increasing customer satisfaction by providing accurate delivery estimates.

Why Dubai?

Dubai's strategic location as a global trade hub necessitates a robust transportation and logistics infrastructure. The emirate's commitment to embracing technology has paved the way for the adoption of advanced solutions, including GPS vehicle tracking systems, to meet the demands of its rapidly growing economy. Moreover, Dubai's vision for a smart, connected city aligns perfectly with the capabilities offered by these systems, making it an ideal environment for their implementation and growth.

Benefits for Businesses

Operational Efficiency: GPS tracking systems allow for route optimization, helping vehicles avoid congested areas and reducing idle times. This leads to significant savings on fuel and maintenance costs while ensuring timely deliveries.

Enhanced Safety: By monitoring driver behavior and vehicle performance, companies can identify risky behaviors and implement measures to improve safety. This not only protects the drivers and the public but can also lead to lower insurance premiums.

Improved Customer Service: Real-time tracking enables businesses to provide customers with accurate delivery times, enhancing the customer experience and building trust.

Compliance and Reporting: Automated reporting features simplify compliance with regulatory requirements, and detailed logs can be invaluable in resolving disputes or auditing operations.

Choosing the Right GPS Vehicle Tracking System Company in Dubai

With numerous providers offering GPS vehicle tracking solutions in Dubai, selecting the right company is crucial. Here are some factors to consider:

Reliability and Accuracy: Choose a company known for the reliability and accuracy of its tracking systems. This ensures you have access to precise data when making critical decisions.

Customization and Scalability: Look for solutions that can be customized to your specific needs and scaled as your business grows.

User-Friendly Interface: The system should have an intuitive interface, making it easy for your team to adopt and use effectively.

After-Sales Support: A company offering robust after-sales support, including training and technical assistance, can significantly enhance the value of your investment.

The Road Ahead

As Dubai continues to solidify its position as a global leader in technology and innovation, the adoption of GPS vehicle tracking systems is set to increase. These systems represent not just a tool for managing logistics but a strategic investment in the future of business operations in the region. By embracing GPS technology, companies in Dubai can navigate the challenges of modern logistics, drive efficiency, and steer their businesses towards greater success.

In the landscape of Dubai's ever-evolving market, GPS vehicle tracking system companies are not just service providers; they are partners in growth, innovation, and the relentless pursuit of excellence.

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[navigatingthefutureofadas]

Navigating the Future of ADAS with Starkenn Technologies in India

Navigating the Future of ADAS with Starkenn Technologies

Introduction

Advanced Driver Assistance Systems (ADAS) play a pivotal role in enhancing road safety and revolutionizing the driving experience. Starkenn Technologies, a leading provider of indigenous ADAS solutions, is committed to delivering cutting-edge technologies that enhance safety, convenience, and efficiency on the roads. Let’s delve into the key aspects of ADAS and explore how Starkenn is shaping the future of automotive safety.

Understanding ADAS

An ADAS is a suite of technologies designed to assist drivers in safe vehicle operation. By leveraging automated technology such as sensors and cameras, ADAS detects nearby obstacles and driver errors, responding promptly to mitigate risks. These systems can enable various levels of autonomous driving, making roads safer for everyone.

Starkenn’s ADAS Solutions

1. Collision Warning System

Starkenn Safe Collision Warning System: This radar-based system senses the surroundings and detects possible collisions. It alerts and warns the driver just in time, even in challenging conditions like heavy rainfall, fog, or low visibility.

2. Collision Mitigation System

Starkenn Brake Safe Collision Mitigation System: An active safety system that engages Starkenn’s patented* Automatic Emergency Braking (AEB) mechanism in critical collision scenarios. It significantly reduces the risk of fatal accidents with minimal false alarms.

3. Driver Monitoring Systems

Starkenn Attention Driver Monitoring System: Using on-the-edge computer vision and AI, this in-cabin solution continuously monitors the driver. It detects distractions, drowsiness, and over-speeding, issuing audio-visual alerts. Starkenn’s ‘Made in India’ technology minimizes accidents due to human error.

4. Telematics Fleet Management

Stark-I Virtual Eye (Cloud Platform): This advanced analytics solution provides real-time vehicle information, including live location, trip data, accident details, and incident videos. Fleet managers gain insights to optimize driving behavior and collect accident evidence.

Unique Selling Points (USPs)

Competitive Pricing: Starkenn offers cost-effective ADAS solutions.

Made in India: Starkenn’s expertise lies in hardware, firmware, AI/ML, and IoT technologies.

Field-Proven Algorithmics: Starkenn’s systems are reliable and effective.

All-Weather Protection: Starkenn’s ADAS works seamlessly in diverse weather conditions.

Impact and Vision

Starkenn Technologies has already saved over 1200 lives and prevented more than 350 accidents with its ADAS solutions. As the adoption of ADAS grows, Starkenn aims to make roads safer for all by continuing to innovate and drive positive change.

For more information, visit Starkenn Technologies.

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[vivekbsworld]

Optimizing Transportation: The Significance of Fuel Management Systems in Dubai

Fuel management systems are integral to Dubai’s approach to sustainability and operational excellence in transportation. These systems are crucial for managing the city’s vast network of vehicles, including public transportation, logistics fleets, and private vehicles. They provide real-time insights into fuel consumption, optimize routes for efficiency, and help identify areas for improvement. By monitoring and analyzing fuel usage, Fuel management system in Dubai contribute to reduced emissions, lower fuel costs, and improved reliability across the transportation sector. This plays a significant role in supporting the city’s vision for a sustainable and efficient transportation network.

The Importance of Fuel Management

Fuel is an essential resource that powers Dubai’s extensive network of vehicles, including public buses, taxis, construction equipment, and private cars. Efficient fuel management systems are critical to minimize wastage, reduce operational costs, and maintain environmental sustainability. The benefits of implementing fuel management systems in Dubai are manifold:

Cost Savings

Fuel costs constitute a significant portion of any transportation budget. By monitoring fuel consumption and implementing measures to optimize usage, businesses and government entities can significantly reduce operational expenses. This, in turn, leads to improved profitability and financial sustainability.

Enhanced Efficiency

Effective fuel management ensures that vehicles are operating at optimal levels, minimizing downtime due to maintenance issues or fuel-related problems. Vehicles that are well-maintained and fuel-efficient also contribute to smoother traffic flow and reduced congestion on Dubai’s busy roads.

Environmental Conservation

Dubai is committed to environmental sustainability, and reducing fuel consumption is an essential part of this commitment. By employing fuel management systems that promote efficient fuel usage, the city can lower its carbon footprint, contributing to a cleaner and healthier environment for residents and visitors.

The Role of Technology

The rapid advancements in technology have revolutionized fuel management systems, making them more accurate, efficient, and user-friendly. Modern systems utilize cutting-edge software, sensors, and data analytics to provide real-time insights into fuel usage and vehicle performance. These systems can:

Monitor fuel levels and consumption patterns in real-time.

Identify potential fuel leaks or theft, ensuring the security of fuel resources.

Provide predictive maintenance alerts, preventing unexpected breakdowns.

Analyze data to optimize routes, driving behavior, and vehicle performance.

The Future of Fuel Management in Dubai

As Dubai continues to grow and evolve, the role of fuel management systems will become increasingly crucial. The city’s ambitious plans for transportation, including the introduction of electric and autonomous vehicles, will require innovative approaches to fuel management. The integration of renewable energy sources and the use of alternative fuels will also play a significant role in shaping the future of transportation in Dubai.

Fuel management systems are not only a necessity but also a strategic investment in Dubai’s vision for a smart and sustainable city. By embracing the latest technologies and best practices in fuel management, Dubai can maintain its position as a global leader in urban development and innovation.

#electric-vehicles #energy #Fuel management system in dubai #gps vehicle tracking system company in uae #personal tracking devices uae #renewable-energy #sustainability #technology

[eldmandate9]

Enhance Road Safety and Compliance with Our Cutting-Edge Fleet Solutions

Introduction:

In an era where road safety and compliance are paramount concerns for fleet managers and commercial drivers, integrating advanced technologies into your operations becomes indispensable. At [Your Business Name], we specialize in providing top-of-the-line solutions tailored to meet the evolving needs of the transportation industry. From dash cams to tail light GPS trackers and electronic logging devices (ELDs), our products are designed to optimize efficiency, ensure compliance with regulatory mandates, and ultimately enhance road safety.

Unlocking Efficiency with Electronic Logging Devices (ELDs)

With the implementation of the Electronic Logging Device (ELD) mandate by the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration (FMCSA), the need for reliable ELD solutions has become more critical than ever. Our range of ELDs, including renowned brands like KeepTruckin, offers seamless integration with your fleet management systems. By automating Hours of Service (HOS) tracking and simplifying compliance with FMCSA regulations, our ELDs empower your drivers to focus on the road while ensuring adherence to legal requirements.

Real-Time GPS Tracking for Enhanced Visibility:

Visibility into your fleet's operations is key to effective management and decision-making. Our tail light GPS trackers and GPS tracking online portal provide real-time insights into the location and status of your vehicles. Whether you're monitoring a single truck or an entire fleet, our advanced tracking solutions offer unparalleled accuracy and reliability. With features like real-time alerts and proactive monitoring, you can stay ahead of potential issues and optimize route planning for improved efficiency.

Dash Cams: A Window into On-Road Events:

In the event of accidents or disputes, having a reliable record of on-road events is invaluable. Our dash cams offer high-definition video recording and advanced features such as night vision and wide-angle lenses, ensuring clear and comprehensive footage in all conditions. With seamless integration with our GPS tracking systems, you can easily review and analyze driving behavior, enhance driver training programs, and mitigate risks associated with accidents and liability claims.

Ensuring Compliance and Safety

In today's regulatory landscape, compliance with safety regulations is not just a legal requirement but also a moral imperative. Our comprehensive suite of solutions, including ELDs, dash cams, and GPS trackers, is designed to help you achieve and maintain compliance with ease. By leveraging technology to automate compliance tasks and promote safe driving practices, we empower you to prioritize the safety of your drivers and the communities they serve.

Conclusion: At ELD Mandate, we understand the challenges and complexities of managing a modern fleet. That's why we're committed to providing innovative solutions that streamline operations, enhance safety, and ensure compliance with regulatory mandates. Whether you're looking to upgrade your ELD system, implement GPS tracking for improved visibility, or enhance your fleet's safety with dash cams, we have the expertise and products to meet your needs. Contact us today to learn more about how our solutions can transform your fleet management practices and drive your business forward.

#Eld Mandate #Electronic Logging Device #keeptruckin #GPS tracking Online trucks #real time portal trucks #time portal proactive eld #Hours of Service #FMCSA (Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration) #Commercial Motor Vehicle #Electronic logging system (ELS) #Fleet Management #Trucking Compliance #Road Safety

[thelionskingswraps]

Unveiling the Power of Car Wraps: Transform Your Ride with The Lions Kingswraps

In the bustling streets of the United States, where every corner tells a story and every road leads to a new adventure, your vehicle is more than just a means of transportation; it's a canvas waiting to be transformed into a work of art. Enter The Lions Kingswraps, your ultimate destination for unleashing the full potential of your ride through captivating car wraps.

With the rise of customization trends, car wrapping has emerged as a popular choice among enthusiasts seeking to elevate their vehicles' aesthetics while simultaneously adding a layer of protection. Whether you're a business owner looking to advertise your brand on the go or a passionate individual aiming to stand out from the crowd, car wraps offer a versatile solution that transcends traditional paint jobs.Car Wraps Service in USA

At The Lions Kingswraps, we understand the significance of making a statement on the road. That's why we're committed to delivering premium quality wraps that not only turn heads but also withstand the test of time. Our team of skilled professionals combines artistic flair with technical expertise to ensure that every wrap is meticulously crafted to perfection.

One of the most significant advantages of car wraps is their versatility. Unlike permanent paint jobs, wraps can be easily removed or changed, allowing you to experiment with different designs without committing to a long-term alteration. Whether you prefer bold colors, intricate patterns, or eye-catching graphics, our extensive selection of materials and finishes ensures that your vision is brought to life with precision and clarity.

For businesses seeking to maximize their brand exposure, vehicle wraps offer a cost-effective marketing solution that reaches a diverse audience wherever the road takes you. With custom-designed graphics tailored to your brand identity, your fleet becomes a mobile billboard that promotes your products or services 24/7, generating invaluable impressions with every mile traveled.Car Wraps in USA

Moreover, car wraps serve as a protective shield for your vehicle's exterior, safeguarding against scratches, UV rays, and other environmental factors that can diminish its appearance over time. By investing in a high-quality wrap from The Lions Kingswraps, you not only enhance the visual appeal of your ride but also prolong its lifespan, preserving its resale value for years to come.

Beyond aesthetics and practicality, car wrapping is an art form that allows individuals to express their personality and creativity in a tangible way. Whether you're a car enthusiast looking to personalize your prized possession or a budding artist seeking a larger canvas for your designs, the possibilities are endless with The Lions Kingswraps.

As pioneers in the industry, we stay ahead of the curve by continuously innovating and adopting the latest techniques and technologies in car wrapping. From cutting-edge printing technology to eco-friendly materials, we prioritize sustainability and environmental responsibility in every aspect of our operations, ensuring that your wrap not only looks good but also feels good knowing it was produced with care for the planet.

In conclusion, car wraps represent a dynamic fusion of artistry, functionality, and branding that transcends the boundaries of conventional vehicle customization. Whether you're looking to make a bold statement on the road or elevate your brand's visibility, The Lions Kingswraps is your trusted partner in transforming ordinary rides into extraordinary works of art. Experience the power of car wrapping today and unleash the full potential of your ride with us.

#Car Wraps Service in USA #Car Wraps in USA

[equitylogistic]

Revolutionizing Supply Chains: A Comprehensive Overview of Equity Logistic Solutions in India

Introduction

In the fast-paced world of business, the success of any enterprise relies heavily on its ability to streamline operations, reduce costs, and optimize supply chain management. In the heart of this logistical revolution stands Equity Logistic Solutions, a pioneering company dedicated to providing cutting-edge logistics solutions in India. In this article, we will delve into the various aspects that make Equity Logistic Solutions a key player in the industry, exploring its services, technological advancements, and the impact it has on the Indian business landscape.

The Genesis of Equity Logistic Solutions

Founded in 2003, Equity Logistic Solutions has evolved into a prominent player in the logistics sector, offering a wide array of services tailored to meet the diverse needs of businesses across India. The company's inception was fueled by a vision to revolutionize traditional supply chain models and introduce innovative solutions that enhance efficiency and reduce operational complexities.

Comprehensive Logistics Services

Equity Logistic Solutions prides itself on offering a comprehensive suite of logistics services designed to address the intricate needs of modern businesses. From warehousing and distribution to transportation and supply chain analytics, the company's end-to-end solutions ensure that clients experience seamless operations at every stage of their supply chain.

Warehousing and Distribution: Equity Logistic Solutions boasts state-of-the-art warehousing facilities strategically located across the country. These facilities are equipped with advanced technologies, including RFID systems and automated inventory management, to optimize storage and distribution processes. The result is a streamlined and cost-effective warehousing solution that enhances overall supply chain efficiency.

Transportation Services: Recognizing the critical role transportation plays in supply chain management, Equity Logistic Solutions offers a diverse range of transportation services. Whether it's road, rail, air, or sea transport, the company leverages its extensive network and modern fleet to ensure timely and secure delivery of goods, catering to both domestic and international markets.

Supply Chain Analytics: In an era driven by data, Equity Logistic Solutions has integrated advanced analytics tools into its operations. By harnessing the power of data analytics, the company provides clients with valuable insights into their supply chain performance. This proactive approach allows businesses to identify inefficiencies, optimize routes, and make data-driven decisions, ultimately leading to improved operational outcomes.

Technological Innovations

Equity Logistic Solutions stands at the forefront of technological innovation, constantly leveraging the latest advancements to enhance its services. Here are some notable technological integrations that set the company apart:

Internet of Things (IoT): The implementation of IoT in logistics is a game-changer, and Equity Logistic Solutions has embraced this technology wholeheartedly. IoT sensors are strategically placed throughout the supply chain, providing real-time visibility into the location, condition, and status of goods. This level of transparency not only minimizes the risk of losses but also facilitates proactive decision-making.

Blockchain for Enhanced Security: Recognizing the importance of data security and integrity, Equity Logistic Solutions has adopted blockchain technology. This ensures that each transaction and piece of information within the supply chain is securely recorded and tamper-proof. The result is a more secure and transparent supply chain ecosystem.

Artificial Intelligence (AI) for Predictive Analytics: AI algorithms analyze historical data and current trends to predict future demand, allowing Equity Logistic Solutions to optimize inventory levels and prevent stockouts or overstock situations. This predictive analytics capability empowers businesses to make informed decisions and adapt to changing market conditions.

Impact on the Indian Business Landscape

The influence of Equity Logistic Solutions on the Indian business landscape cannot be overstated. The company's commitment to innovation, efficiency, and customer satisfaction has contributed significantly to the success of its clients across various industries. Here are some key ways in which Equity Logistic Solutions has made an impact:

Cost Optimization: By introducing streamlined processes, advanced analytics, and technology-driven solutions, Equity Logistic Solutions has played a crucial role in helping businesses optimize their logistics costs. This, in turn, contributes to overall cost efficiency and competitiveness in the market.

Market Expansion: The reliable and efficient logistics services provided by Equity Logistic Solutions have facilitated market expansion for many businesses. With seamless transportation and distribution networks, companies can now reach new geographical areas and tap into previously untapped markets, thereby expanding their customer base.

Competitive Advantage: In an era where speed and reliability are paramount,Equity Logistic Solutions gives its clients a competitive edge. Timely deliveries, accurate inventory management, and data-driven decision-making empower businesses to stay ahead in the dynamic and competitive market landscape.

Conclusion

Equity Logistic Solutions has emerged as a beacon of innovation and efficiency in the logistics sector in India. By offering a comprehensive suite of services, embracing cutting-edge technologies, and prioritizing customer satisfaction, the company has not only transformed its clients' supply chains but has also played a pivotal role in shaping the logistics solutions company in india. As businesses continue to navigate the challenges of a globalized and interconnected world, the role of logistics solutions providers like becomes increasingly critical, paving the way for a more efficient and resilient supply chain ecosystem.

[scotianostra]

On 20th May 685 The Battle of Dun Nechtain, in present-day Angus, was fought.

Also called The Battle of Nechtansmere, this is an event I always like exploring and posting about, not just for the ancient battle itself, fought long before Scotland as a country existed, but for something that hapenned centuries later.

Dun Nechtain is little known nowadays, but it helped secure Scotland’s future as a nation. Fought between The Picts and the Northumbrian Angles if we had lost Scotland could well have become part of the southern neighbours we spent so many times fighting.

Latterly known as the Battle of Dunnichen, it was fought in the shadow of Dunnichen Hill, to the east of the borough of Forfar, on the 20th of May, in the year 685

The Picts, led by their king Brude Mac Beli defeated the invading army through their clever manoeuvres. Ecgfrith was drawn off his original route by a feigned Pictish retreat. The Northumbrian army burst through the cleft their enemies had gone through only to stumble upon the Picts fortress. Most of the army were slaughtered by the waiting Picts and King Ecgfrith was slain. After the battle, the Picts buried their dead through the following night. They carried on until 2.30am, requiring torches to finish the rest of the work.

Now to my favourite part of the post, roll on over 12 hundred years to the 2nd January 1950, and a woman called Miss E.F. Smith, described as a spinster, was driving home from a party in Brechin at about 2am. Her car had skidded into a ditch 2 miles outside the area due to the treacherous road conditions. She still had another 8 miles to go so she continued her journey on foot. She felt oddly nervous as she walked along the minor road west of the A932, then she saw a number of strange lights in the distance near Dunnichen Hill. Turning south towards the village, she noticed figure in the field to her right, part of Drummietermont Farm. Each figure carried a flaming red torch in its left hand and they seemed to be searching the ground for something.

Miss Smith then saw shapes on the ground exactly like dead bodies. The figure nearest to her stooped down and examined several of these ‘corpses’, turning them over and back again, as if looking for recognisable faces. This scene lasted for around ten minutes, with Miss Smith’s dog barking throughout. Eventually she simply walked away. She only realised that the whole event was peculiar when she woke up next day and thought about it. Later she gave details of the experience to the Society for Psychical Research. She reported that the searchers wore garb like body stockings, along with tunics and flattened oval helmets. They appeared to be moving around the edge of the vanished mere, the shape of which was later traced by archaeological investigation.

Although this post battle manifestation has not been repeated. some motorists passing through Dunnichen on misty nights have caught sight of fleeting human forms which vanish before their cars hit them.

There is some skepticism as to how real Miss Smith’s sighting was. She was travelling very late at night and had already walked a number of miles, not to mention suffering a trauma from skidding her car into a ditch. The vision could have been brought about as a result of exhaustion and the effects of the cold. However, the fact that it occurred at the exact site of the Battle of Nechtansmere seems to be too much of a coincidence and it is unlikely that the woman’s dog would react to something that occurred only in his owner’s mind.

The pic is of a Pictish symbol stone depicting what was once generally accepted to be the battle

There is much more on Miss Smith’s experience here https://mikedashhistory.com/2010/06/28/a-scottish-spinster-at-the-battle-of-nechtanesmere-685ad/

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Dubai's Drive: Unveiling the Opulence of Luxury Car Rentals

Introduction:

In the heart of the Middle East, where modernity and luxury intertwine, Dubai stands as a beacon of opulence. Beyond the towering skyscrapers and lavish resorts, a unique facet of the city's lifestyle encapsulates the epitome of sophistication – luxury car rentals. This article takes you on a journey through the dazzling landscape of Dubai's car rental scene, where every drive is an exploration of elegance and prestige.

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Cruising in Style: Iconic Routes and Landmarks:

Dubai's cityscape, with its palm-fringed boulevards and iconic skyscrapers, becomes a canvas for those behind the wheel of a luxury car. The experience goes beyond the destination, transforming the exploration of landmarks like the Burj Khalifa and the Palm Jumeirah into a spectacle of style and sophistication. Each drive is a photo-worthy adventure, a chance to immerse oneself in the grandeur of the city.

From Celebrations to Corporate Affairs: Redefining Events:

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Conclusion: Embracing the Luxurious Journey:

In the realm of luxury car rentals in Dubai, every drive is a symphony of elegance, innovation, and adventure. As one navigates through the city's stunning landscapes and iconic landmarks, it becomes evident that the experience extends far beyond the destination – it's about embracing the luxurious journey. Dubai's luxury car rentals redefine the ordinary, offering a glimpse into a world where every road trip is a celebration and every moment behind the wheel is an ode to sophistication. In this city of dreams, the drive itself becomes a destination, inviting enthusiasts to embark on a journey where elegance knows no bounds.

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