#let your support system be your flashlight

[megamindsecretlair]

You Understand Me Now

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Bratty!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving), size kink, some dirty talk, all consensual. Daddy kink. Toxic smut. Mention of jail, drug use, and drinking. Angst if you squint. Established relationship.

Summary: While Franklin feels mounting pressure from setting up new business, he has to track you down and set you right.

Word Count: 3,673k

A/N: Hello brainrot, my old friend. Who needs sleep when there's smut to be had? I had TOO much fun writing this. It was written in a daze so all mistakes are mine. I just need some act right from Franklin!!! Enjoy if you do too! Thank you for so much love on my Franklin fics! I love yall. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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You were shaking your ass like there was no tomorrow. The music was thumping through the floors like a live beast. You felt it in your chest. Alcohol was coursing through your system. It gave everything a hazy, bright glow. It was too loud to think and yet all roads lead to Franklin Saint.

You had been cooped up in an empty house by yourself. What use was all the shit Franklin brought in if he wasn’t there to enjoy it with you? He would leave early in the morning and not return until long after you’d gone to sleep. Your initial reaction was that he was cheating, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You’d see Franklin dead before he cheated on you. And he’d see hell freeze over before the thought crossed his mind. You knew he loved you. He wasn’t the greatest at showing it and dammit, it hurt. 

Did that mean that you had to suffer? No. No, it did not. You called up your girl and went to her place to get dressed. The hardest part about dating Franklin was all the secrets. All the lies. They sometimes got twisted in the careful web you weaved. Over time, it became easier to not leave the house at all. 

Franklin was turning you into a hermit and you wanted to hate him for it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a cell in your body that could hate that man. So you took your anger out on him in other ways. It was an insidious need gnawing in the back of your mind.

Sometimes he’d walk in with that tired grin. Too tired to give you a proper hug and a kiss. Like you weren’t worth the effort it took to check in and ask about your day. You knew that he was in the middle of important business dealings. But lately, you were feeling neglected.

Not today.

At your girl’s house, she told you she missed you and your wild days at wild parties, living it up, gone off of the weed, and having real fun. She reminded you that you were still young and you were one of the lucky ones. You didn’t have a baby to look after. 

“You mu’fuckin’ right,” you said. You nodded your head, the idea taking shape the longer you sat with it. Thirty minutes later, you were both dressed like you didn’t have a man. You wore a very short skirt and off the shoulder top. Your coarse hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Your makeup was flawless.

It was practically gone now. Still you danced. Still you partied like there was no tomorrow. You left your pager at home. You didn’t care what Franklin had to say. So you shook and danced and waved off try-too-hard niggas with grabby hands. 

You clasped your friend’s hand and pulled her away from yet another man in your business. Damn, couldn’t you just go out and dance? Let loose?

“I see you havin’ real fun,” you heard above you.

You gasped and straightened out. You hadn’t seen him. Felt him. Or heard as he approached. One minute, your eyes were closed dancing to Flashlight. The next minute, Franklin was staring down at you with his nose slightly flared.

“How’d you find me?” You asked.

You looked around him and noticed Leon standing by the door looking sullen. “I can get to you any time I want,” he said. 

You folded your arms. The night’s festivities were catching up with you. Sweat pasted your shirt to your body. Little frizzes of hair escaped your ponytail. Your feet ached from spending hours on the makeshift dance floor. You were out of breath, staring at Franklin and wondering where his state of mind was at.

“I’m here trying to handle bidness and this is how you act?” 

You sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “The hell was I supposed to do?” You had to yell to be heard over the funk music. “Sit at home and wait for yo Black ass to come around?” 

Franklin rolled his neck. He was stressed out. You took a step forward. You longed to wrap your arms around him to hug and kiss him. To make it all better. But fuck that. Your anger was a familiar coat you threw on. 

“Let’s go,” he said. He dismissed your comments altogether. He turned and you faced the wide expanse of his broad back. His black polo shirt highlighted the slope of his shoulders, his sexy walk. The length of his legs were their own turn on. 

You didn’t follow him. He moved behind a dancing couple. He half turned and inclined his head. You turned around yourself. Two can play that game. You headed towards the back of the party. 

You were gaining attention. Those who weren’t smoking weed, were looking at you over the tops of cups. Others were smokin’ that stupid ass crack pipe. Franklin grabbed your hand and stopped you in your tracks. 

“Don’t fuckin’ embarass me. Let’s go,” he said, his whispered baritone fanning across your ear. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. Your body always reacted to him. Right now, your clit was throbbing thinking of what he was planning on doing to you. He hadn’t touched you in a week and it was driving you insane. 

“You can’t tell me what to do, Franklin,” you said.

Franklin stopped looking around and fixed you with a glare so severe, it’d hurt less if he slapped you. “The fuck you just say to me?” 

“You can’t tell me what to fuckin’ do, Franklin.” You emphasized his name, drawing out the syllables. 

“Man, get yo ass in the car,” he said. 

“Fuck you, nigga!” The rage that you cloaked yourself in was comforting in its heat. Spurned on by the alcohol, you poked at his chest. “Fuck you! Fuck you!” You slapped at his chest. 

“I’m only going to say this one more time, get in the fuckin’ car,” he said. He leaned in close to you, that calm demeanor slipping back behind his eyes. He kissed you on the cheek. A quick, dispassionate kiss that only served to piss you off even more. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but Franklin gripped your upper arm. He pushed you forward, around dancing people giving you the stink eye, past Leon with a little smirk on his face, and outside. The brutal LA night was cold and unforgiving against your damp skin. 

“Get off me, nigga!” You yanked your arm out of his grip. He talked about you embarrassing him. But he was the one who dragged you out of the party like some baby. 

Leon snickered. “Damn, you let her talk to you like that?” 

Franklin took a deep breath, looking towards the sky. “For one fuckin’ day, can any of ya’ll act right? I’m sick of this shit.” 

“I know you ain’t talkin’, Leon,” you said. Alcohol emboldened you. You felt invincible. Like you could hang onto a star and fly through the universe. You were ready with a scathing remark. 

Franklin stood in front of you, blocking your view of Leon who had squared up, ready to pop off. Franklin’s nose flared, his mouth stuck in a grimace. “Car, now,” he said.

Oh shit. Maybe you went a little too far. “Sure thing, Franklin,” you said with a sweet smile. 

You heard Franklin blow out a deep breath. “You got a way to get home?” You heard Franklin ask Leon as you walked away. You folded your arms and trudged the short distance to the curb. 

You reached the car, sliding in and putting your head against the headrest. You glared at Franklin as he said goodbye to Leon. Leon was smirking. You bet they were laughing it up at your expense. At your feelings. 

It paled in comparison to the lust you felt for Franklin. He walked towards the car. He was so different after he got out of jail. Tougher. Harder. There were moments where you would catch the Franklin you first fell in love with. The optimistic boy you would follow anywhere. 

Franklin was a man after jail. He picked up an edginess. A shorter temper. You couldn’t tell him what to do and that made him sexier to you. He was never a weak man. But now, he was strength personified. 

He climbed into the car in silence. He turned the car on and peeled out of the projects. “Not gon’ say shit?” You asked. 

Franklin didn’t look at you. He kept his eyes on the road, obeying all of the traffic lights. There was no reason to give LAPD an excuse to pull you over. Not that they always needed one. Driving while Black was practically an invitation to the cops to fuck with you. 

Franklin turned into his garage. You watched and listened as he closed the garage door behind you. He turned the car off and hopped out of the car. He came around to your side and opened the door. 

You hated the silent treatment. It was like he had ice water in his veins. You got out of the car and stood in the open door. Arms folded. Staring across a chasm at Franklin that you couldn’t cross. Couldn’t access. You weren’t welcome.

“Sick of this shit,” you muttered. 

“Get yo ass in the room and I’ll deal with you in a minute,” he said. 

“No, fuck you,” you said. 

That vindictive streak in you wanted to push him. To push him past the point of breaking him. 

“I don’t need this fuckin’ shit! I got enough shit to deal with than hearin’ my girl shakin’ her ass for anyone to see!” His voice rose from a deadly calm to outright yelling. 

“I was just dancin’,” you said with a shrug. 

“Yo ass don’t listen too good, huh?” Franklin grinned cruelly and laughed. He grabbed you by the arm and tugged you inside the house. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree, as if he’d searched every room for you.

You didn’t have a chance to appreciate the sentiment as he tugged you through the house, towards your room. He pushed you onto the bed and watched you flop. 

You pushed up onto your elbows but Franklin grabbed your hips and yanked your body down the bed to the edge. Your ass hung off of it. He used his leg to push yours further apart. 

“Franklin?” You asked. Your voice wobbled but not with fear. You were so turned on, you didn’t trust your voice. 

A sharp slap rung throughout the room. You cried out and clutched at the bed spread. Heat blossomed on your nearly exposed ass. One sharp jerk later, and it was over your hips, pushed up.  

“This what you wanted right? Why yo ass was actin’ up?” He asked. 

He rubbed the area that he slapped and you hissed. You were at an awkward angle. Half hanging off of the bed like you were, your heels were the only thing sort of keeping you upright. You stood on your tiptoes to brace yourself. Franklin standing in between your legs threw your balance off slightly. 

Franklin ran his hands down the crack of your ass, down towards your pussy. He moved your skimpy panties aside and pressed his thumb into your entrance. You cooed and collapsed onto the bed. 

“This pussy right there? Mine,” he said. He slapped your ass with his free hand and you gasped. The dichotomy of him slipping his fingers inside of you and the heat of the slap was too much already. 

“Baby…”

“Naw, don’t baby me. It was Franklin earlier, wasn’t it?” He asked. He removed his thumb and quickly replaced it with his index finger. He grunted and pushed a second finger in. 

“Oh, baby,” you moaned. He widened his fingers, preparing you for him. 

“What happened to all that shit you was talkin’?” He asked. He leaned over over, driving his fingers in deeper. You moaned and clutched the bedspread past the point of your fingers cramping. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You moved your ass in a circle, in tune with how Franklin pumped his fingers in and out of you. As long as he kept doing that, you’d give him any answer he was looking for. 

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered against your ear. He leaned back and added a third finger. 

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned. Your body jerked and twitched as if you ate a live wire. Your orgasm ripped through you. Each wave hit you harder and faster, dragging you under its sweet release. 

Franklin withdrew his fingers and you heard him licking each one. You huffed. This man was going to be the death of you. 

Franklin massaged your ass, bringing attention back to the lingering pain. “I just missed you, baby,” you said. 

“Mhmm,” he said. He took a few deep breaths. His hands grabbed a handful of your ass. He made quick work of his pants, shedding it in nearly one fell swoop. He rubbed his thick, hardening dick along your slick slit. 

You bit your lip and moaned. “Pleasepleaseplease,” you said and wiggled your ass against him. 

He grabbed your left wrist and pulled it behind your back. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either. You twisted your wrist but Franklin didn’t give you much room. He learned forward, his polo shirt rustling against your shirt. 

He brought his lips down to your ear. He licked the shell of it. Placed kisses behind your ear, into that sensitive spot. You shivered. Your desperate pussy clenched around nothing. He wrapped your hair around his fingers and pulled your head to the side for better access. 

You ached. You were so empty, you could cry. Literally, tears gathered behind your closed eyelids. You needed to be filled up by him. Consumed by him. You wanted to end where he began and begin where he ended. 

“The next time you need some dick, you come fuckin’ find me,” he said. He pushed into you slowly, stopping every so often so that you could get acclimated to him. 

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” you whined as he fulfilled your silent request. “Pleaseplease,” you muttered over and over. 

“Do you know my heart stopped comin’ here, callin’ for you like a mu’fuckin’ idiot? I called your pager. Shit was beepin’ by our bed. Anythin’ could’ve happened to you!” 

He seemed to forget his plan because he started to increase his thrusts. Whatever he gave, you took. You bounced back on him, matching his rhythm. He fucked you into the bed, pushing down on your arm behind your back. 

You were shoved ever more onto your tiptoes. Your right hand searched for purchase on the bed. Anything to brace you against his savage thrusts. It felt like he was pouring all of his frustration out into you. You gripped the bed spread and chewed on a piece of it.

There was a low, delicious burn inching up your legs. You shook violently, crying out as he hit that spot that only he could reach. Only he could touch. Only him. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you choked out. He pushed the very air from your lungs. Each thrust knocked a little more loose. You panted against him. 

“Oh fuck, right there,” you whined. Your ass clapped against his hips and the wet slap surprised another orgasm out of you. You stuttered over his name as you came, your pussy contracting and flooding his dick. 

“Look at you, can’t even hold on to that fucked up attitude,” he said. He licked your neck and nibbled at a sensitive bit. You shuddered and tried to curl in on yourself. 

“Naw,” he breathed. 

He slipped out of you and you cried in earnest. Tears slid down your cheeks. You groaned. Words weren’t working right for you. 

Franklin manhandled you. He flipped you onto your back and pulled you by your arms. You sat up and flopped against his body. He gripped your chin and made you look at him. 

“Talk a big game, no follow through, huh?” He asked. Bastard. But you got what you wanted. 

“I’ll do better, Daddy,” you said. You gave him puppy dog eyes.

Franklin grinned and pecked your lips. “I know you will,” he whispered. 

He tugged your shirt off, revealing your bra. Franklin sucked your nipple through the lacy material and you bucked off of the bed. “Shit!” 

The sensation was both there and wasn’t there. You registered a barrier between his mouth and your nipple but you didn’t really feel it. 

Franklin thrusted into you, hard. You gasped, your mouth hanging open. He climbed onto the bed, getting into a better position. He tore off his polo shirt and tossed it onto the floor.

He laid over you, crushing your body to the bed. He used one hand to spread you completely open for him. The other hand, grabbed your right hand and held it above you. Your fingers intertwined with his. He ground his hips into you, his dick disappearing inside of you.

His strokes were deep, brutal, and punishing. He wasn’t done being pissed at you. The thought should scare you. It should drive you right out of his bed. But no one else fucked you so completely. Made you feel so wanted and adored and like he needed to fuck you like a person needed air. 

Every stroke hit that deep spot inside of you. Your knees closed around his hips. Your left hand scratched his back. 

“That attitude shit stops,” he said as he made out with your titties. He pulled your cups down until they were under your breasts, pushing them up and into his eager mouth.

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned. 

You felt the muscles in his back working as he pushed in and out of you. His dick stretched you right to the edge of pain. That fine line was delicate and he walked it well. Your hand traveled the length of his back, feeling all of the additional muscles and the dip of his back. The top of his ass that you couldn’t reach. 

You closed your eyes as he rolled a nipple around his mouth. 

“The last thing I need to fuckin’ worry about is you,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” your breath was failing you. Hell, you didn’t even know what he was saying at this point. You’d agree to just about anything at the moment. As long as he kept his strokes nice and deep like that. 

You felt him in your chest. He pushed up and you couldn’t barely breathe. He was stuffing you full of him, feeding you his dick. 

“You think this shit is cute and it ain’t! How the fuck it look that I can’t control my girl?”

You contracted against him. Another orgasm was building. His voice was so deep and raspy. And when he yelled, it was like unlocking a switch inside of you. You began to twitch again. Tears streamed down your face.

“I’m sorry! I hate being here without you,” you managed to croak out.

Fuck, you were so damn close. “Please Daddy, I’m so sorry. I’ll do better,” you said. 

Franklin lifted his head from your titty. He stared into your eyes. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ know how much I love you? Why do I have to prove it to you?” He asked, softly. So at odds with his pounding dick. 

“You don’t!” You yelled. Your orgasm was just out of reach. So, so, sososososo close. 

“Then why you like makin’ me mad?” He asked, his voice raised. Your jaw went slack as the orgasm finally tore through you like a tidal wave. You flopped and twitched, unable to hear or see anything as stars danced behind your eyelids. 

Your convulsing pussy triggered Franklin’s orgasm. He pushed into you further, his cum splashing inside of you. You felt his dick twitch and pulse. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You feel what you do to me?” He asked. He placed his head into the crook of your neck and panted.

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you murmured. 

“You do that to me,” he said. He kissed your jaw, your cheek. Your lips lazily found his and you kissed him with the last remaining breath in you. You felt light headed. You wanted to curl up like a cat at his feet. He rubbed your arms and kissed you as you floated back to your body. 

As he softened, he pulled out of you. His thick cum eased out of you. Franklin rolled over onto his back with a contented sigh. He placed one hand behind his head. You rolled and tucked your body into his. He rubbed your back. You spread your right arm across his chest. A possessiveness taking over you. 

He kissed your temple and looked at you. “Don’t you ever call me by my first name again,” he said. He turned to stare at the ceiling. His fingers never gave up their glide and and down your back. 

You giggled sleepily. “Keep fuckin’ me like that and I won’t have to,” you said. 

Franklin grabbed your right hand and brought it to his lips. “I gotta fuck you to keep you in line, is that it?” He asked.

“Somethin’ like that,” you said with a small giggle. 

You were dragged kicking and screaming to sleep. You wanted to stay up and talk to him. Anything to keep hearing that sexy voice. Anything to keep him here with you longer. You were beyond worried that the moment you opened your eyes, he’d be gone again. Like a puff of smoke you couldn’t hold on to. He’d just slip through your fingers. 

You were so blessedly fucked out, that your head emptied. You fell asleep to the thump of his heart. And you prayed. Prayed that he’d be there when you woke up.

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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Word Count: 2833

“Where in the actual heck did you lead me?”

“Trying to figure that out right now. How many turns have you taken?”

“You mean to the left or right?” you inquired cautiously, steps splashing in the shallow water of the sewer tunnel you currently found yourself in. You thought that since you had taken this exact same path literally yesterday you might remember the way. Well, you thought wrong, which was why you called up the man you were on your way to meet for assistance.

Donnie huffed over the phone. “Both, preferably. Why would you go traversing through a complex labyrinth of a sewer system, not knowing where you’re going, and not keeping track of where you’ve gone?”

“Uhh, misguided faith in myself?”

“Eh. Fair enough. I’ll send auxiliary support your way.”

“‘Auxiliary support?’ What is that supposed to-”

Before you could even finish your thought, not to mention get a response, the call ended.

You gaped. Either the signal cut out, which was feasible in the sewers, or he ended the call. For Donnie’s sake, he’d better have hoped it was the former.

You froze in the eerie silence and dark, breathing tersely. Your hands hung uncomfortably off your sides, shoulders drawn tight.

What were you supposed to do now?

Well, retracing your steps seemed better than continuing further into uncharted territory. Following that logic, you pivoted and meandered cautiously back from where you came.

The tunnel came upon an especially dark section, so you turned on your phone’s flashlight. Your field of vision was small, but at least you could directly in front of you. Better than nothingness..

Suddenly, a strange noise entered your ears. Some sort of mechanical whirring. It sounded vaguely in front of you, though the reverberation from the tunnels made it hard to discern.

You tensed up again.

What if it was from those goons from last night? Or, even worse, what if it was-

As the source of the odd whirring sound came into view, you paused.

“Ohhhh my goodness…” Your startled reflexes swiftly softened as you registered the little purple drone levitating before you.

A very boop-able beak was on what you assumed to be its face, with petite propellers acting as limbs. Bottom line, it was adorable.

“Woah, how’s it hanging, dude?” the drone greeted. “D told me you got a bit turned around down here, but we’ll get you to the lair real quick.”

“Woah.” You admired the tech, tilting your head at it. “So, am I talking to Donnie or an algorithm right now?”

“Neither! The name’s S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. broski!” it- he introduced himself.

“Huh. Nice to meet you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.,” you responded and gave your name in return. “Would you mind please showing me to Donnie?”

“No problem!” the drone floated higher excitedly before whipping around. “Follow me. We’ll be back to the lab in a jiff.”

“Thanks!”

You trailed along the polite drone in silence, weaving and wandering through dim channels until he spoke up.

“So, you and D are cool?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” You tipped your head down inquisitively. 

“I don’t know what you see in him.”

You barked out a laugh at how abrupt his sass was. “Oh?”

“Yeah! He can be super overbearing sometimes- like, won’t-even-let-me-out-of-the-lair overbearing, you know? He’s gotten better about it, but he can still be way protective.”

“Surely it can’t be that bad,” you offered. The drone did not seem to agree.

“Oh, it can, bro! One time, he padlocked my propellers and I ended up in, like, a gang almost-”

As your conversation trailed off and you two moved, the area around you grew lighter and you found yourself in the empty atrium of the lair. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. guided you up to the second floor, down a dim hallway, and to a stop in front of large, metallic doors as his rant about Donnie came to a close.

“Thanks, little guy. I appreciate the help.” You smiled, and the drone tilted his head and returned the gesture.

“Of course, bro! Just let me know if you get too bored with Donnie. Us cool people can hang out and do something less bogus.”

You chuckled. “I’ll let you know.”

With a small salute, you sent him whirring off.

You turned to face the sturdy-looking doors before you. Just as you moved to rap on them, the doors opened with a heavy sound of air. You took a confused glance to the right, left, before stepping into the lab.

The room consisted mostly of metallic silver hues with tables and shelves stacked up with a plethora of technological treasures. Purple mood lights illuminated the room softly, though it was still a lot more effective than your flashlight was.

Sounds of clinging and clanging proliferated from somewhere behind a shelf. You followed them, expecting to find your companion tinkering on something - perhaps the invention he was researching at the library?

Instead, you turned the corner to see him using the titanium arms that extended from his battle shell to swipe what was probably a literal ton of empty energy drinks off of his desk and into a trash can beside it.

You interrupted his tidying up with a cough to announce your presence.

Startled, he snapped his head back to look at you, his technology not ceasing to clear the irrelevant items from his desk.

“Oh. You made it. Congratulations,” he said, though his monotonous tone did not invoke any sentiment of felicitations.

“Yeah, I made it, little thanks to you.”

“I take it S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. behaved himself?”

“He was an angel.” You put a hand over your heart and walked up to him just as a thought struck you. “By the way, how did you know where to send S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?”

“That is unimportant right now. What matters iiiis-” he paused to gesture to his desk, “-science! Engineering, to be more specific, but we can delve into that more later.”

“Hm.” You leaned over the desk, viewing a highly detailed blueprint and sheet of notes. The thought that he probably  definitely tracked your call faded as you immersed yourself in his work. “You mentioned a prototype of this yesterday?”

“I admire your tenacity, but would you not prefer to discuss the workings of the machine before seeing the results?” he queried.

“Is it not helpful to vary in learning techniques? I’m game for some visual learning.”

“Sigh, if you insist.”

Donnie turned around, delicately grabbed an object from a shelf beside him, set it down on the desk.

The metal object was spherical, for the most part, with some geometric patterns on the bottom to prop it up. It was sizable, though wieldy enough to be portable. On the side of it was an ingrained insignia you’d seen on his other tech, and beside that was an odd yet intentional divot in the side.

“About this prototype for the generator-” Donnie glanced to the side, “it’s been built, but I don’t have the juice for it yet.”

“So you don’t have the energy source for your energy source?”

He deadpanned at your teasing. “It’s a prototype for a reason.” 

“Is that dent where the mystic crystal or whatever is supposed to go?”

“Yes, it is intended to be for a crystal, though I’ll take any viable source I can get. Now, shall we discuss the behind the scenes?”

You nodded.

Before crashing into his own chair, he pulled up a stool for you. Oddly considerate, but you wouldn’t complain.

From talk of sinusoidal waves, frequencies, output and input responses from certain mystic crystals, the conversation went into a plenitude of tangentially related topics, the minutiae of which he had to explain to you, but you got the majority of it. However, such conversation came at a price, for one cannot blab and/or yap for an hour consecutively without obtaining a splitting headache and requiring sustenance.

Eventually, you cleared your throat to get his attention off of the blueprints for the energy source. The turtle met your gaze curiously.

“All this ‘being a genius’ stuff has left me positively parched,” you spoke up, popping the p’s. “You have anything to drink in here? Or is the lair’s kitchen better?”

It felt kind of weird to refer to his residence as a lair, but you were trying.

“This is a laboratory; it would be reprehensible to bring food or beverage in here.”

The two of you glanced down at the miniature trash can adjacent to his desk and the cans overflowing from it.

“Your trash begs to differ.”

He clicked his tongue. “Those cans are empty now, and I don’t have more. We probably have water in the fridge.”

“How about we go somewhere instead? Go for a walk, head to a cafe, get some fresh air. I would prefer not getting lost here again.”

Donnie hummed, tapped his chin.“Not a bad idea. You’re buying, though.”

“Sure!”

He blinked. “I was joking. Of course I’m going to buy my own beverage.”

“We’ll see,” you smiled, hopping up from your seat. “Do you want to grab a coat or something? The wind chill’s bad today.”

“Forcing me out of my lab for food, insisting I prepare for the weather, if I didn’t know better I might say you care about me.” Donnie raised a playful eyebrow.

“Don’t flatter yourself. And I haven’t forced you anywhere. For legal purposes.”

“You can wait here. I’ll be back in a moment.” Donnie hopped up and exited the lab, presumably to get some warmer clothes.

As he slipped out of the room, you traced a finger over the blueprints he had gushed over so adamantly. So much time and effort and knowledge had been poured into every aspect of this project, and that, not to mention the complexity of it, was enough to gain your respect. You pulled out your phone, snapped a quick picture of the paper, not the prototype for now, and slipped it back into your pocket.

You waited for an uncomfortable moment, literally twiddling your thumbs, trying to seem casual. There was a literal trove of things to check out or explore in the room, but you did not know how much time you had. 

And you couldn’t risk getting caught.

So you waited. And waited.

Okay, either Donnie ditched you or he just took forever to get ready.

Thinking back to how late he was to April’s party heavily implied the latter.

After another moment of just standing next to his desk, the sound of footsteps padding closer drew your attention up.

Lo and behold, in the doorway stood Donnie with crossed arms.

His mask and goggles remained the same, steadfast on his head, but he did put on some clothes. A snug black turtleneck and flowy lavender cargo pants had joined the ensemble, though there was still a severe lack of shoes.

“Okay, Steve Jobs.” The comment slipped out of your mouth before you could process it. It came across lightheartedly enough, though, based on Donnie’s grin.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, because that’s going straight up here.” He tapped his index to his temple and started walking out of the lab. You followed after.

“I guess with all that square footage something’s bound to go up there.”

He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

You elbowed

“I’m kidding. Your brain capacity is bound to be maxed out already with all that knowledge.”

“Thanks? That- wasn’t derogatory, right?”

“What do you think?”

“That you’re patronizing me?”

“Sort of. I was mostly calling you smart, in a roundabout way.”

“Huh. So, thanks?”

“Welcome.”

You two quickly made your way out of the lair and onto the surface’s streets.

You realized just as quickly that you had no idea where you were headed to.

“Uhh, D?”

“I know. Unless you have other suggestions, I know a place nearby.”

“Oh, yeah, please lead the way. I genuinely had no idea where to go.”

“Ha,” he grinned, taking the lead down a few streets and corridors and bringing you two to a quaint coffee shop. String lights, beige bricks, sleek tables and booths, the store was modern and comely.

Of course, with it being New York City, the line was huge, but this place was concealed well enough that it at least wasn’t down the road.

While waiting in line, you didn’t talk much, instead opting to either scroll on your phones or try to figure out which kind of coffee or tea you wanted.

As you neared the register, still having no idea what you wanted, you passed the small refrigerated shelf of items.

“Oh, I’ve seen these before!” Your attention caught on some bottles of Yakult, so you selected one of the original flavors. “Never tried it though. Want to try it together?”

“Why not?” he grinned uncertainly and flashed a couple of thumbs up.

“That’s the spirit!”

You two made it to the register and ended up buying the probiotic drinks along with a couple of baked goods. Before he could make a move to pay for at least his items, you swooped in and bought them all with an innocent grin.

His glare saw through your unassuming demeanor.

You got your confections and drinks before making your way to an available booth. You took up a seat across from him and tried the new drink.

“I like it.” You nodded. It was citrusy, smooth, overall pleasant to indulge in.

“Oh. Mmmm…” he shuddered, forcing it down with a queasy smile on his face.

“Huh. You hate it,” you observed bemusedly. You relished the panic that washed over him at your comment.

“What? Nooo. This- this is very… not bad,” he faltered under your smug stare.

“It’s fine!” you reassured as you slid his Yakult toward yourself. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.”

“But-” he interjected, glancing down at the accursed drink, then back up to you. “But you bought it for me. I hardly consider it amiable to discard something that someone else purchased.”

“Well, luckily for us both, it’s not going to waste.”

Before he had the opportunity to ask you to elaborate, you took a long sip of the probiotic beverage. You smiled while doing so, coming face to face with a floored turtle when you set it back down on the table.

He stared numbly at you before stammering out, “I- you- do you have any idea how many germs we just shared?” 

“Oh well,” you shrugged. “Despite the atrocious things that come out of it, I think you have a fairly clean mouth. Now, how about we get you something else to drink? Something that you don’t find atrocious.”

“Fine, but I’ll be paying for it this time.”

You smiled knowingly, hand already fastened on your wallet. “We’ll see.”

The grin stayed smugly planted on your face as you made it to the front counter and slapped your payment down before he could.

“You’re just gonna have to settle with buying next time,” was your response to his scowl.

“Next time?” Donnie seemed taken aback.

You shrugged playfully. “Unless you don’t want to do this again. I’m good either way.”

“Um, no, n-next time’s on me,” he said hesitantly.

“Alright then. Do you want to tell the barista what you want?” you urged, indicating toward a visibly disinterested worker behind the counter.

“Right!” Donnie finally made it back onto this plane of reality and sprung into action, making his selection from the refrigerated section beside the counter.

“Flavorless juice?” Your jaw dropped as he slid it to the worker.

“Uh, yeah? They’ve got the good kind here. 50% less flavor…”

“Okay then…” you opted to judge him silently and let the man enjoy his juice, albeit an atrocious variety of juice.

You started walking back to the booth before a notification on your phone made you pause. Taking it out, your eyes widened.

“Oh, uh, I spent a lot longer with you than I thought I did. Um, I’ve got to go now, but I’ll catch you later?”

“Y-Yeah! Later!”

You left him standing there with a smile and a couple of finger guns before bounding off toward the exit and out of his view.

Once you left his field of vision, he looked back down at his drink. The drink you bought for him. The drink you spent additional time and money on to get for him just because he couldn’t texturally handle the other one you’d bought him.

What you mentioned earlier about doing this again sounded quite nice.

Perhaps, instead of waiting for fate or probability or whatever was at play to cause you to run into each other again, it could be a more active endeavor, something conscious.

That didn’t sound half bad to him.

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[reubyrp]

[ LETHAL COMPANY AU / OPEN STARTER ]

Your muse finds themselves on a small ship, wearing a heavy radiation + space suit and a two oxygen tanks. They, along with Pete, Eisuke, and Nathan, have to recover scrap from other planets to meet the two day quota. However, each planet they visit has its own series of creatures that threaten the safety of the crew.

If your crew doesn't survive the planet or meet the quota, everyone will be FIRED.

Crews arrive at their destination at 8am, and MUST be back before 12am. The ship will leave automatically, leaving anyone on the ground behind. Each reply from me will include a time indicator.

Actions may have severe consequences, this may include critical injuries or DEATH. If your muse is able to die and that might affect your muses lore, do not consider these threads as "canon". It's just for fun teehee

Muses can be revived permitted their body is returned to the ship before departure. Bodies not rescued from the facilities or moon are left behind and thus- cannot be revived.

You can only visit one moon a day. Choose carefully.

Each scrap item will have a value (V) and weight (W) written in brackets. You cannot carry more than 75 weight.

Every muse will have a walkie-talkie and a flash light.

No overpowered muses. This really means- no muses that can't get injured by different creatures.

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[ DAY 1 | Moon: 71:Gordion | Time: 0000 | Remaining: 300 ]

The crew had just boarded their ship, having made a delivery to the company. They'd barely scraped the quota, having unfortunately lost their longest serving crew mate on their last moon. While the loss hit the crew hard, they knew they had little time to recover.

They'd just been given a new set of instructions and a brand new quota to meet. Luckily, they'd also been given a new crew mate, someone no one had met before. Timidly, the trio greet their new crew mate before returning to their pre-departure duties.

"Yoo, what is hell is that quota?" Speaks Eisuke, pointing at the board above the radar. He tilts his head to the right a little bit, allowing his only eye to view the quota board with ease. "300 buckaroos? They expect us to recover that much in two days? That's insane."

Nathan, who's spending his time charging the flashlights and walkie-talkies, turns to look towards Eisuke. 300 is a staggering amount to bring back to the ship, especially since most scrap only averages approximately 5 to 15 bucks. He's quite shocked that this is their next quota.

"Look, we'll go to an easier moon first. Where the weather looks nicer." Nathan speaks up. "We can get started slowly and help our new crew mate learn the ropes." He gestures to the new crew mate, smiling warmly at them.

In the back of the ship is Pete. Who is analysing everything on their systems. He's studying the different creatures they've encountered and the different moons they've been to.

"If we do that, then we may not reach our quota at all." Pete speaks with a grumble in his voice as he turns to look at their new crew mate. "Let me read a list of the moons available, then our newbie can decide where we go." Pete leans against the computer terminal, scrolling through the list of moons they can travel to.

"We have:

[ 41: Experimentation / Level: B ] (Easiest)

Abandoned. With an arid environment paired with a thick haze. Notably home to the Bunker Spider and Hoarder Bugs.

[ 21: Offence / Level: B ] (Medium)

Abandoned. With a rough environment that supports highly aggressive creatures.

[ 85: Rend / Level: A ] (Hardest)

No one has ever lived here. It's a frozen wasteland. Unlikely for life to exist... which makes it highly unlikely we'd live."

"So." Pete finishes speaking, folding his arms as he turns to look at his new crew mate. "Where do you want to go?" The crew look curiously, nervous to find out what choice they'll make.

#lethal company AU #rp starter #open starter #not fully accurate to the game i assure you but this is how im coping bc i cant buy the game haha #Pete #Nathan #Eisuke

[imhoser]

I live an hour from Moore County, NC.

If you haven’t heard, the lay down is that last night there was a local militia in the county that attacked 3 electrical substations. Wiping out power for around 40,000 residents. The county was put under a state of emergency with a curfew of 9pm to 5am. The cause? It’s pretty obvious. A person named Emily Rainey, who allegedly participated in Jan. 6, claimed on Facebook the she knew why the attacks were committed. She stated, “I told them [The sherif department of Moore County] that God works in mysterious ways and is responsible for the outage. I used the opportunity to tell them about the immoral drag show and the blasphemies screamed by its supporters.” She posted a picture of the theater where the drag show was going to be held, with the caption “God will not be mocked.” The drag show was not canceled, the show started at 7 and the lights went out at 8:30. The show continued as people used their phone flashlights.

This is another rung of the ladder of transgender genocide. Less than two weeks after the Colorado shooting, we have more acts of violence against trans people. This time, a whole county of people were shoved into the consequences of transphobia. The sick in hospitals, parents storing milk for their babies, a person using a power drill, a child who needs a nightlight, all of them suffered the consequences of fascism. This is a good example in my eyes that when genocide befalls us, more and more people will be shoved into the pit. No cis people are safe, all of you are at risk. All of you are slowly sinking in quicksand while trans people suffocate under this violence. The more you do nothing, the more the guns pointed at us will shift to you. And because this danger has been ignored for so long, with liberalism clutching your throats to believe that “peace” will fix everything, the guns will be pointed at you anyways. Peaceful protesting is a weak demonstration to the fascists who are armed. The system in place by these fascists cannot be overturned with chants and signs. That’s simply reality.

As an anon said to me: “Never let queerphobia snuff out your light.”

All we want to do is live and love.

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[imagineteamfreewill]

Undercover

Title: Undercover

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,139

Warnings: Guns, mentions getting arrested

Square Filled: Rival AU

Summary: Y/N runs into Sam on a hunt and it goes as well as she could expect.

A/N: This is a submission for the extended 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo​). As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. Please let me know what you think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

You’d thought you’d been paranoid this morning when you passed the old bookstore on Maple Street and had to do a double take. Then, after you’d seen the ghost of his figure ducking into the local animal hospital just off Highway 30, you’d made a u-turn in an old bait shop’s gravel parking lot just so you could drive past and look for his car. It wasn’t until you’d crept your way into the old marina’s guard building that you realized that you had, in fact, found the same hunt as Sam Winchester.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you pulled yourself up onto the top of the upper cabinets. Once you were settled, you flicked off your flashlight and watched as Sam trekked back up the dock towards your hiding place, his own maglight in hand.

He was only a dozen feet away from the back door when he froze and carefully pulled out his gun. You tensed, watching in silence as he peered through the midnight fog that blanketed the lake and the surrounding area. You hadn’t spotted anything suspicious, and you’d been careful to cover up any trace of yourself, which meant that Sam’s sudden change in behavior could only be due to something more nefarious than yourself.

Slowly, Sam crept into the guardhouse, keeping his gun drawn. You held your breath.

“You’re out of your depth with this one,” he finally said, and suddenly his light shone directly in your eyes.

You huffed and held up your free hand to block the light, squinting at him in irritation. “And you’re still a jerk. Nice to see you too, Sam.”

“Get down from there and go home. I’ve already done all the research and I can easily handle this on my own.”

“Oh yeah?” You carefully lowered yourself down from the cabinets and pulled your own gun from the holster strapped to your thigh. You’d stopped tucking it into your jeans a long time ago, opting instead for a more practical option when the chances of running into someone were slim. “Then how come that David said there were no hunters in the area?”

Sam made a face. “Who the hell is David?”

Rolling your eyes, you stomped past him, fully ignoring the gun he kept trained on you. The security guard’s desk would only be unattended for another five minutes. You’d been in the middle of searching for the disc that contained the antiquated security system’s footage from the past two weeks when Sam had interrupted you.

"What are you doing?” he questioned, coming closer to watch over your shoulder.

“Your mom,” you snarked back. 

The disc was shoved in a drawer underneath a short stack of file folders and a notebook with yellowed pages. You pulled it out and turned your flashlight on to inspect the label on the front just to be sure you’d found the right thing, but Sam snatched it out of your hand before you could get a good look.

“Hey!” You grabbed at it, but he held it out of your reach as he read the front himself. “Sam Winchester, this is my hunt! I have been here for over a week now and if you don’t stop interfering, I will call the police on you!”

He only grinned and tucked the DVD into the inside pocket of his jacket. His gun had also been tucked away, leaving him with just the maglight in hand as he looked you over.

“We both know that never ends well. How many times have you tried that one? Three? Four?”

You kept your own gun out and narrowed your eyes at him. “Go. Home.”

“No.”

The sound of footsteps approaching the front doors made you both freeze, and you hurried to switch off your flashlights and escape. When the door swung open only a few moments later, you ducked behind the table. Sam was already crouching behind it and he pushed you into view as he crawled underneath the vinyl tablecloth to hide. Though the guard had yet to turn on the overhead lights, the smug look on Sam’s face was clear as he disappeared from your sight. 

Quickly, you unclipped your holster and shoved both it and your gun inside one of the lower cabinets. They weren’t hidden well, but you could only hope that no one would spot it before you could get back to retrieve them. You barely had time to shoot Sam a look of utter loathing before the lights came on and the guard spotted you.

“Hey, you can’t be in here,” he said, heading right for you. 

It took everything in you not to reveal Sam’s presence as the guard cuffed you and marched you over to his desk so he could phone the police. Logically, you knew that one hunter on the case was better than two of them locked up for trespassing, even if it was Sam Winchester. 

Three hours later, the officer who’d collected you from the marina and brought you down to the station stepped into the holding cell area and unlocked the door. You looked up, a little surprised that David had even answered the phone associated with your alias. He wasn’t always the most reliable backup.

“You’re free to go, ma’am. I’m so sorry for the mixup,” the officer said, giving you a tight smile.

You stood from the bench and stretched a little, popping your back as the man held the cell door open for you. He led you out into the main part of the station, but you slowed your pace as you neared his desk.

Sam sat opposite the officer’s chair, his hands cuffed to a metal loop on the desk in front of him. When he saw the officer had returned, he turned his head to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable.

“Can I ask if you were able to get ahold of my supervisor?” you asked, closing the distance between you and the two men.

The officer pulled your bag of personal items from the bottom drawer of the desk and started removing the items from the clear plastic. He checked each of them off on your intake form as he worked, not bothering to look up as he replied.

“No, but we found this man impersonating a federal agent and interrogating local employees. When we contacted the man he claimed to be his supervisor, we realized that you were the real deal and this guy’s the fake,” he explained.

Raising an eyebrow, you glanced over at Sam, who was slouching further and further in his chair as the officer spoke.

“How did you come to that conclusion?”

This time the man looked up at you. He held out your flashlight, badge, wallet, and phone, which you accepted gratefully. A quick glance at the screen told you that you had three missed calls and a voicemail from David, no doubt chewing you out for getting arrested.

“His “supervisor” wasn’t his supervisor at all. The guy does work for the Bureau, though, because he confirmed your role in the case.” He glanced back down at the forms, then slid the paper towards you and held out a pen. “That should be everything. You just need to sign at the bottom saying that we’ve returned all your personal items. I’m sure the Bureau will be happy to clear up any paperwork regarding tonight?”

You nodded and leaned forward to scribble your alias’ signature on the bottom line, ignoring Sam’s glare. As you signed, you tried not to let your immense satisfaction that Bobby had vouched for you and not Sam show.

“I’m glad we could clear all this up,” you said. “Although…” Sam tensed as you paused and finally looked back at him, then at the officer. “This man isn’t impersonating a federal agent.”

“That’s not what your higher-ups said,” replied the officer. He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding you with a suspicious expression. “Are you saying that he’s lying to me?”

Shaking your head, you tucked your badge and wallet back into the pockets of your jeans. “No, sir. I’m saying that he doesn’t know everything regarding this case. Like I told you when I first came in, I’ve been tracing a trail of murders across several states. The scope of this thing is huge and we’ve got hundreds of cases under investigation right now. This man is an undercover agent, one specifically chosen by me to help with my work, so I’m going to ask that you release him from custody. You’ve already risked blowing his cover by arresting him. I’m happy to take care of any paperwork on his behalf.”

After a few moments of consideration, the man sighed and shook his head, muttering to himself. He reached down into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a second bag. This one held more items than yours, including Sam’s gun and several knives he’d had hidden on his person that you hadn’t been able to see before. You made a mental note of each one as the officer pulled them from the bag and checked them off on the paperwork he’d clearly been in the middle of filling out when he’d gone to release you from the holding cell. You also noticed that the disc with the security footage wasn’t among the items in the bag, which meant you’d have to ask Sam to give it back to you. Irritation grew in the center of your chest and you cleared your throat, pressing your lips together to keep yourself from saying something that would blow your cover.

While he worked, Sam stared at you in silence. You could feel his gaze focused on you as you supervised the officer going through Sam’s belongings, and he continued to stare at you while you filled out the papers regarding his release. Finally, the officer went around the desk and uncuffed him, then handed him the pen to sign off that he’d received all his personal items.

You stood beside Sam in silence as he collected his things, then stayed by his side as the two of you walked through the station and out into the parking lot. Your motel was only a few blocks down the street, and you had no doubt that Sam was most likely staying there too.

“Why did you do that?” he finally asked as you turned out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk.

“Do you want me to go back and tell him I was lying?” you asked, not looking over at him. “Because then we’ll both be in even more trouble, and I don’t really want that.”

Sam sighed. “Y/N—”

“Don’t. Just go home and let me do my job.”

“This is my job too, you know.”

This time you did look over at him, but only for a second. “I didn’t get you out of there so you could help me, Sam. I got you out because I’m sure there are other people who need help. I’ve got this covered, and if you had only listened to me in the first place—”

“I was here first, so if anyone’s leaving, it should be—”

“Will you just stop?” you shouted. You stopped and turned to face him. He seemed startled by your outburst, but you didn’t let his unusual show of surprise faze you. “It’s very clear that neither one of us likes the other, and it’s even more clear that we can’t work together. I did you a huge favor sticking my neck out back there for you.” You pointed back down the street towards the station. “So for once in your life, can you just let someone else be in charge? Just give me the disc, go home, stay out of my life! Can you handle that, Sam? Or is that too hard for you?”

He stared at you, lips pressed together, and you crossed your arms over your chest. When he didn’t reply after a moment more, you turned and started walking again, leaving him standing with his back to the street. 

“Fine,” Sam said, calling out to you as you kept walking. “But next time, don’t expect me to help you.”

You scoffed but you didn’t say anything. You knew that deep down Sam had to be a good person—bad people didn’t willingly sacrifice everything good in life—but something about him made you want to bang your head against the wall. There are many things that you wanted in life as a hunter, but getting away from him was at the top of the list. If letting him think that he had the upper hand here would get him to leave, then you’d let the argument fade. There were more important things to worry about.

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[mangabirdao3]

Review: This was beautiful. I've never been so immersed in a story before, it was actually unreal. I don't know you personally, but I'm proud of you, and you deserve so many headpats. ❤❤❤

Review: You recommended I read your favorite child here, and I'm glad you did. I'm loving this. I'm binge reading it.

John is such a sweetheart. And I can absolutely picture Takigawa as a laid back cop. I'm curious to see how things develop with Mai and Naru.

Can't wait to binge read more.

A companion tale set in the Detroit Become Human universe using the characters of Ghost Hunt. Fandom blind story!

John crouched and held the red Nikon up to his eye, taking his time to adjust the zoom just right. His blue orbs squinted as he looked through the small sight and twisted the thick lens. He snapped the shot. A bird’s nest nestled securely in a rusty, disused aerial with an endless sea of disused warehouses sprawled below, bathed in a red sunset. It was quite a breath-taking view. He got to his feet with a sigh and looked around in quiet awe. He’d taken quite a few shots from the old metal rooftops. It was a wonder the area hadn’t been flattened yet. He’d almost fallen through the rusted metal more than once already. He took a moment to return his camera to the protective backpack before taking off again.

His feet made loud metallic clanks on the sloping surface as he ran. He hopped onto the edge of the building before jumping across to a slightly lower rooftop. He looked around for a good route down. Maybe he could even get inside one of the dilapidated buildings. The place had been shut down for almost ten years now, and over the last decade even the security had disappeared. No one ever bothered to come here. Occasionally, there may be a few teens looking for somewhere to party, but they didn’t stick around. He’d photographed some amazing graffiti today, but all of it was quite old. Cracked and faded on rusted metal or crumbling concrete. Even students were going off this place as a secret hideout.

The warped metal creaked beneath his feet as he walked across the rooftop, coming upon an old skylight. He leaned down and ran a hand over the filthy glass. This looked like a possible entry point. The glass itself was still firm, but as he tugged the jagged metal frame, he could see the rusted seal giving way. He tugged on his protective gloves and pulled, feeling the rust turn to powder against the thick material as he heaved. There was a resounding crack as the window came loose and he pushed it aside.

He was careful as he knelt on the edge, using a small flashlight to look down into the darkness below. There was a metal bar just a few feet down, probably from the old lighting system. There were some gangways still standing, though he wouldn’t know how stable they were until he reached them. I just hope the lighting rails will hold, he thought as he got to his feet and took a few breaths. His best bet was to swing from the rail and onto one of the gangways as quickly as possible. He trusted the gangway more than the thin rail. With that in mind, he stepped over the edge.

He let out a small grunt as he grabbed the rail, gasping as the whole thing twisted, spinning him in dizzying circles. He hadn’t factored in chain supports that moved. One hand slipped as he looked around, trying to figure out where to go. At least the rail hadn’t fallen yet. He used his legs to swing the long bar, getting himself closer to the gangway. He released, his feet making a loud crash as he landed. The rail he’d been swinging from collapsed on one side and swung precariously with a high-pitched whine. That was closer than I’d like, John thought, adrenaline buzzing as he edged his way along the cracked surface.

“Agh!” he yelped in surprised as the metal section he was edging along fell through. He grabbed the walkway's edge with one hand, feet kicking as he tried to look around and get a better grip. He was still too high to simply drop to the floor below. Oh no! he thought worriedly, seeing only one way. There was a chain hanging close by. It had probably been used to heft larger loads like some sort of crane or pulley system. After all this time, it may not work, but he had little choice. Lord protect me…

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[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 23

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"I can't turn it off," Julian Hart complains as we walk towards Thaddeus Barker's mansion. 

"And it's getting worse. I can't even go out in public anymore. People just, stare."

"Have you thought of contacting the Fae?" Noah asks. 

"Maybe this is normal for a Fae your age."

Julian grimaces. 

They are walking a few yards behind Dane Hunter and Ambrose Thorne, who are deep in conversation about the case.

"Of course I have," he says in an undertone.

"It's just..." He lets out a breath of frustration.

Noah nods towards Dane's back with a question on his face and Julian nods in return.

"Yeah," he murmurs. 

"I think his worst nightmare is that I'll step through that doorway again and I won't come back. Even talking about the Fae Realm upsets him."

"Okay but Julian..."

"I know," he sighs. 

"If whatever's wrong with me doesn't resolve itself soon, I'll have to do something. I can't keep walking around like, like a fucking glow-worm."

Noah glances at him. 

'Living treasure' seems more accurate but Noah keeps quiet.

Reaching the house, they draw to a halt. 

The entrance is paved with green slate flagstones, framed by ostentatious columns that support a great balcony on the second story. 

Kneeling, Dane lifts the expensive-looking woven doormat and retrieves a key.

"Really?" Julian laughs. 

"He keeps the key under the mat?"

"Being rich don't make you smart," Dane replies and opens the grand front doors.

Inside, he quickly punches some buttons on a little keypad on the wall, disarming the home security system.

"How'd you know the code?" Noah asks.

Dane just shrugs. 

"Coleridge got it from the company that makes this system. I watched her use it."

As Dane's former boss, Chief Coleridge is unusually supportive of his role as a private investigator, often allowing him to accompany and assist the police at crime scenes where he usually wouldn't be allowed.

"Does Coleridge know you're doing this?" Noah asks now.

Again, Dane shrugs. 

"Not officially."

"Ah, wonderful," Ambrose says. 

"So we're breaking and entering. Good to know."

"I said not officially," Dane growls. 

"The department will ignore any calls they get about this place tonight. Unless it's from one of us," he adds. "Even so, we should be careful. Lots of rubberneckers been driving past lately, trying to get a look at the place, so no lights except in rooms without windows. Otherwise, flashlights only better yet, just use your eyes, if you can."

Noah nods and see a flash of amethyst as Julian looks my way. 

With his Fae vision, Julian can read a book by starlight, or so he says. 

Noah’s own wolf-sight is a little different. 

He don't see colors and some details stand out more sharply, while others are lost.

"Ambrose and I will start down here. Noah, you and Julian take the second floor. Text me if you find anything."

He turns and heads off towards the library where the portrait once hung. 

With a lifted brow and a slight smirk, Ambrose follows him. 

Noah knows the only reason Dane invited him along is for 'observation' and he also knows Ambrose is under no illusions on that front. 

Maybe having to work together will make them more inclined to get along but Noah’s not about to place any bets on that.

He watches them disappear through the library doors and then turn back to Julian. 

He's absorbed with a large painting in a place of pride near the stairs. 

Like the one that was stolen, this is also a portrait, though its subject is far more handsomely depicted. 

Thaddeus Barker stares down at us, looking like a triumphant general, or a swashbuckling sea-captain, or something equally ridiculous.

"Pompous ass," Julian mutters, arms crossed tightly over his chest. 

"Why do we care about this guy, again?"

"Because he's missing and he's part of the case you're working on?" Noah suggests.

"Oh, right."

"Well, shall we?" Noah asks and touches Julian lightly on the arm.

He startles badly, gasping and spinning away from Noah as if he'd stuck him with a pin, eyes flashing violet and a hint of sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth.

"Whoa!" Noah exclaims, backing away and hands raised. 

"Sorry! I thought I was the jumpy one."

Julian stares at him, eyes wide and breathing hard, until Noah start to worry. 

Then he comes out of it, releasing a long breath, closing his eyes and leaning one hand against the wall with the other over his face.

Noah reaches towards him again, concerned. 

"Julian, are you..."

"Don't touch me!" Julian snaps and Noah freeze. 

He takes another breath and goes on in a gentler tone. 

"Sorry. Just, don't touch me."

"Okay, sure, I won't touch you Julian. But, are you okay, though?"

He nods, then shakes his head.

 "I don't know. Fuck."

Going to the foot of the stairs, h Julian sits on the bottom one, leaning forward with his head in his hands.

"My senses are like, all turned up to the max. Everything tastes weird, everything feels weird and if I touch someone it's like sticking my finger in an electrical outlet, except instead of electricity I get shocked with emotions. Even Dane. I haven't, we haven't been able to, er,  do anything for like, two weeks now. It's starting to get to him."

"This has been going on for two weeks?" Noah asks. 

It was true Noah hadn't seen Julian much since the aftermath of the party. 

He'd been busy with his new job and with taking care of Dougal and the house and Dane hadn't had any work for him to do on the case.

"Yeah. Well, it started a bit before that, actually but about two weeks ago was when it got to where I couldn't hide it anymore."

"Julian, I think you really need to figure this out," Noah says, an itch of concern beginning to grow around his heart. 

"Listen, I helped Dane contact the Fae last time. We could do it together if you want me and you, I mean. Dane... Dane doesn't have to know."

Noah swallows, finding his throat suddenly dry. 

Even the thought of doing something behind Dane's back behind his brother's, his alpha's back makes him nervous but he also understand Julian's hesitance and if he can help...

"Would you?" Julian asks, looking up at Noah who is alarmed to see the corner of his mouth tremble. 

"I really am... a little scared, actually."

"Of course I will," Noah says, with more commitment than he feel. 

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Okay." 

Julian takes a deep breath and smiles and suddenly Noah feels weirdly protective of him and has to remind himself he's not some fragile flower but is something fierce and wild as any Wolf.

"Um, should we go upstairs then?" Noah asks.

Julian nods and gets to his fee, and together they climb the wide, curving stairs to the second floor.

"Do you want to split up, or stick together?" Julian asks when they reach the top.

"Together. We have different skills. We should both look at everything," Noah says.

Really, Noah just doesn't want to leave Julian on his own but he knows if he say that he'll insist that they split up and maybe even shove me down the stairs for good measure.

"Cool. Where should we start?"

"Um, how about at that end," Noah says, pointing down the hall.

"And then we can make our way back towards the rooms over the library."

Julian agrees and they walk down the long, wide hallway side by side. 

Noah lights the way with his cellphone, keeping it low, though more to save battery than anything else, the only window is at the hall's far end and it's facing the back of the house.

They start with a bedroom and it quickly becomes clear that Julian has the advantage when it comes to sight. 

Even with his eyes Shifted and his glasses tucked safely in his shirt pocket, Julian picks out details Noah can only see with the help of the light from his phone.

"I think I'll Shift," Noah tell him, as he reads the tiny label on a bottle of perfume. 

"See what I can pick up as a wolf."

Julian nods and sets the little bottle down again with care, then begins a close inspection of one wall. 

Turning away, Noah quickly stripes off his clothes, folds them neatly and then Shifts.

Somehow it feels weird to Shift indoors, somehow awkward and wrong and he’s more aware than usual of the grind and pop of bone, the pull and stretch of muscle and skin and the itching tickle of sprouting fur as he remakes himself in his animal form. 

Giving himself a thorough shake to settle his coat, Noah looks up to find Julian watching him with his head to one side and a slight smile on his lips.

"You know, if I saw you at the pound, I'd probably adopt you, Noah," he says. 

"You're the cutest little wolf I've ever seen."

Noah barks sharply in reply, he has always hated to be called 'cute' but Julian only laughs. 

The sound is light and musical, unearthly and sweet and Noah forgets his annoyance as he’s charmed by it.

"Noah?"

Suddenly Julian right in front of Noah and he starts with surprise as he sees that he's instantaneously crossed the room.

No, he realize, it's not that he moved fast. 

It's that Noah lost track of time or rather, that Julian made him lose it, with the enchantment in his laugh.

"Are you alright? You looked a little out of it there," Julian says, leaning down to look at Noah who blinks his wolf's eyes at him and considers whether he ought to Shift back and tell him he just put some sort of Fae spell on him but decide against it. 

Right now, they need to focus.

Julian's weirdness will have to wait.

The house has been cleaned since the night of the gala, which is fortunate in some ways and unfortunate in others. 

On the one hand, all traces of Thaddeus Barker's guests and their various activities have been erased. 

On the other, so has anything that might have served as a clue. 

Then again, two weeks have passed and even if anything did remain, it would be stale and faint by now. 

Even so, Noah sweeps the room, sniffing every corner and crevice, hunting for anything out of the ordinary or out of place, a strange odor, a change in the flow of the air, an odd creak in the floor...

There's nothing and by mutually understood agreement, they move on to the next room and the next.

It seems each has some sort of 'theme' based on a period of history or of geography and Noah regrets that his wolf's mind can't quite appreciate it the way his human self would. 

Then again, this is probably a good thing or he'd be too distracted by the ancient Chinese calligraphy, the Grecian urns, the French pastoral paintings and even the modern art. 

Mostly, he'd have been distracted by his outrage that Barker has so many things in his stupid ugly house that obviously belong in a museum and probably should be repatriated before that.

When they reach the room over the library, where Noah and Ambrose had found the tooth which Dane had turned over to the police once it became clear that Barker had disappeared, Noah goes straight to the spot where they'd found it.

There's nothing. 

Not a trace or a hint of anything but dust and the lingering, citrusy scent of some kind of cleaning agent. 

Noah snorts a wolfish sneeze and Julian laughs again but this time he’s ready and able to ignore the lure of the sound.

Noah pads over to the wall and sniffs along the seam between it and the floor, then across to the opposite side and then back again, comparing the difference. 

At last, though, Noah has to admit that there's nothing here.

Only one room remains, the one that shares the other side of this wall and is directly above the library. 

Noah doesn't expect it to hold any special secrets, this was the room that Ambrose had entered, when we'd stood side by side, each ready to throw open a door. 

He'd discovered a couple of guests in flagrante delicto and quickly excused himself.

Julian doesn't know this though and gives the room the same careful attention he has all the others. 

Feeling it's his duty to do the same, even if he suspect it's a waste of time, Noah follow Julian’s lead. 

Noah is just about to give up and Shift back to his human form (Julian having carried his pile of clothes along in his arms) when he catches a whiff of something odd.

It's an ashy, mealy scent, something that lands at the back of his tongue and sticks with a dry, gritty feel. 

Noah licks his tongue between my teeth like a dog that's been fed peanut butter, thinking it's a bit of extra nasty dust but it doesn't help. 

He snorts several times to clear his nose but the scent remains.

Attempting to follow it, he does a last slow circuit of the room. 

It's almost faded completely when, suddenly, he catch it again, very strong. 

It's coming from the fireplace, he realize. 

The flow of air must generally draft upward, out through the chimney, occasionally, though, it reversed and flowed the other way.

Trotting over, Noah pokes his snout through the grate, taking a few experimental sniffs. 

Immediately, he sneezes and then sneeze again.

"Noah, jeez. Don't sniff the ash. Seriously..." Julian speaks in the same, exasperated tone that Noah typically use with Dougal when he does something stupid and he fights the urge to turn and snap at him.

Instead, he Shifts, regaining his human shape with a wrenching twist and snap of flesh and bone and then take his piled clothes from Julian's hands, turning away to dress.

"There's something there," Noah says. 

In the ashes."

"Really? What?"

"I don't know. Something, wrong."Julian kneels and pulls aside the grate, brushing his hands through the remnants of the last fire the little hearth had contained. 

Then he goes still.

"Shit," he swears. 

"Noah, there's fucking bone fragments in here. And, this."

Julian turns and holds something out for Noah to see. 

‘It's a ring, gaudy and ostentatious and I’ve seen it before.Then, though, the hand that wore it had been sliding down Julian's side, coming dangerously close to crossing a line.’

"Oh... fuck," Noah sighs, as several things fall into place.

Then he pulls out his cell-phone and calls Dane.

"Yeah, Dane. We did. I think..." 

Noah turns the ring over in his palm and remember the weird smell of the ash. 

"I think we just found Thaddeus Barker."

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Are you a Dead by Daylighter / Player? lol If you are, who do you main and whats your overall opinion on the whole mess the game and the fanbase is?

LOL That’s a very loaded question anon and while I don’t usually like to make negative posts or indulge in any “this fanbase is terrible” nonsense cause every fanbase has that issue, I will share my experiences with the game mostly because while I don’t play anymore I’m really upset that I haven’t played cause it used to be a fun game for me.

The main thing that got me to quit were the Pinhead NFTs but that was kind of the straw that broke the camel’s back situation. I’m not sure exactly how that whole situation got dealt with/solved other than the studio seemed to be under contract to let this NFT company use their Pinhead assets for their NFTs so I won’t talk too much about that.

My main issues started when they “fixed” the matchmaking so you were SUPPOSED to match with players that were your skill level. I don’t know how well they changed this system currently but playing when it was first implemented absolutely ruined my love for the game. I’m not a great player by any means but I would say I was average. I knew my way around the map and how to dodge certain killers and stuff like that. And although I didn’t play much killer because of the long ass queues (understandable as it is way easier to join a lobby as a survivor than a killer) I was about average there too as I slowly kept leveling up the characters I did enjoy playing as.

But once matchmaking got changed? It didn’t matter. As I understood it you were supposed to match with people of similar skill level based on their new level system for matchmaking but I was NEVER with people my skill level. I was constantly dying or losing every single match. We were told if we lose enough times the system will eventually match us with similarly leveled people. Fucking NOPE never happened for me. Matches went from being challenging and every once in a while coming across a baby or god tier killer, and now I was constantly feeling like I just wasn’t a good enough player for ANY of it. Basically feeling shut out because while I was better than newbie players so the system decided I needed a harder level, the system would match me with a killer who rocked our shit within like 10 min. It was a nightmare and made me lose my love for the game.

It was even worse with killer. I liked to main Freddy and played as other killers when the dailys wanted me to and it was a fun experience, I would usually at the very least get one survivor. Nope. Now it didn’t matter how many rounds I played as killer with the long ass queues to entry, I would essentially wait sometimes up to 10-20 min just to lose in 5 min. And the survivors were NASTY like I never matched with these sorts of people on my own but they would bully you, like I assume these were play with friends people because they were always super coordinated and would huddle around me and use flashlights and tea bag me any time I tried to even hook someone.

Which kind of leads into the fact that while I mostly play games alone, most multiplayer games are way more fun with other people and unfortunately I don’t have a dedicated group of people to play with. I did at one point but everyone had their own lives and their own things which is understandable. The most I know is like one or two people but because at the time (again it might have changed) the system is so fucked that unless you’re able to talk to your partners which you can only do in play with friends you’re kind of fucked.

So yeah I could give less of a shit about the “fanbase” because most casual players doing the toxic gameplay aren’t the people creating the fan content. I used to buy every DLC when it came into the store and I bought a few battle passes or whatever the fuck dbd calls them lol But it just felt like such a punch in the face after buying and supporting the game so much when the bugs, glitches, toxic players, and just all around fact that the game constantly broke with every new update (I played for a while after Pinhead released and I still hadn’t played against him ONCE when usually every time a new killer came out a ton of people would be trying them out but again the new matchmaking basically deters you from trying anything new cause unless u go in with your a game you’re getting fucked over before u can even try anything) it just made me lose interest entirely. Which sucks cause for a while it was my go to game. Now I’m just back to my solo games cause I’m shit at any sort of pvp set up until overwatch 2 comes out cause that’s the only game my irl friends want to play. Sighhhhhh.

Maybe I will try again soon cause even though I’ve just written out a novel of my grievances because I still really liked the game and I want to play it again. I keep seeing new killers and characters being added and being like oh they look so cool it sucks that the game is such shit. Like I hope this post doesn’t come across as being butthurt because I sucked and stopped winning, but when every single game you lose with no hope in sight because you keep getting matched with people beyond your skill level, it really does ruin your enjoyment for the game.

#asks #anon #long post

[dreamlandmunnar]

Mountain Climbing Gear Essentials: What to Pack for Your Munnar Adventure

Embarking on a mountain climbing adventure in Munnar is an exhilarating experience. However, being well-prepared with the right gear is essential for a safe and enjoyable journey. Let's explore the must-have items you should pack for your Munnar mountain climbing expedition.

Sturdy Hiking Boots: Begin with a solid pair of hiking boots that provide ankle support and traction on rugged terrain. Opt for waterproof boots to keep your feet dry during unpredictable weather conditions in Munnar.

Moisture-Wicking Clothing: Choose lightweight, moisture-wicking clothing that dries quickly and helps regulate body temperature. Layering is key to adapting to changing climates during your mountain climb in Munnar.

Backpack: Invest in a durable backpack with padded straps and multiple compartments to carry essential gear, such as water bottles, snacks, a first-aid kit, and navigation tools like a compass and map.

Protective Gear: Pack sunscreen, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat to shield yourself from the sun's harsh rays. Additionally, carry a lightweight, waterproof jacket to protect against sudden rain showers in Munnar.

Navigation Tools: Ensure you have a reliable GPS device or smartphone with offline maps to navigate Munnar's mountain trails confidently. Don't forget to pack a compass and a whistle for emergencies.

Hydration System: Stay hydrated throughout your mountain climbing journey by carrying a hydration reservoir or water bottles. Munnar's high altitude and challenging terrain demand adequate hydration to prevent fatigue and altitude sickness.

Emergency Supplies: Pack a compact first-aid kit containing essentials like bandages, antiseptic wipes, pain relievers, and blister treatment. Additionally, include a multi-tool knife, flashlight, and emergency blanket for unexpected situations.

Energy-Boosting Snacks: Carry lightweight, high-energy snacks like trail mix, energy bars, and dried fruits to fuel your ascent and maintain stamina during your Munnar mountain climb.

Conclusion: Embarking on a mountain climbing in Munnar requires careful preparation and the right gear. By packing these essential items, you'll be well-equipped to tackle the challenges of Munnar's rugged terrain and enjoy a safe and unforgettable experience. Plan your next mountain climbing excursion in Munnar with Dreamland Munnar for expert guidance and breathtaking views of the Western Ghats.

#mountain climbing in munnar

[olologh]

Bebe-Tab IVO-17 Android Kids Tablet – 32GB ROM – 3GB RAM – 3000mAh – WiFi

Introducing the Bebe-Tab IVO-17 Android Kids Tablet – Unlock the World of Learning and Fun!

The Bebe-Tab IVO-17 Android Kids Tablet is not just a tablet; it's a gateway to an immersive and educational experience for your child. Packed with features designed to enhance learning and ensure hours of entertainment, this tablet is the perfect companion for young minds. Here's why it's a must-have for your family:

Display Excellence: The 7-inch IPS display delivers vibrant colors and sharp clarity, making it ideal for reading, watching videos, and playing games. Your child will be captivated by every detail on the screen. Generous Memory: With 32GB of internal storage and 2GB of RAM, this tablet offers ample space for apps, games, e-books, and more. It ensures smooth multitasking and provides room for your child's growing digital library. Capture Memories: The tablet comes equipped with a 2MP back camera, a 5MP front camera, and a flashlight. Let your child explore their photography skills and create memories with family and friends. Face Unlock: Ensure your child's safety with the Face Unlock feature. It adds an extra layer of security, allowing only authorized users to access the tablet. Expandable Storage: Need more space? No problem! The tablet supports external TF cards, providing additional storage for your child's content. Slim and Stylish: The Bebe-Tab IVO-17 boasts a slim and sleek design that's easy for small hands to hold. It's perfect for on-the-go learning and entertainment. Android 8 OS: Running on the Android 8 operating system, this tablet offers a user-friendly interface and access to a world of educational apps and games designed specifically for kids. Long-Lasting Battery: The tablet features a 3000mAh battery, ensuring extended hours of fun and learning without constant recharging. But that's not all! When you purchase the Bebe-Tab IVO-17, you'll also receive a FREE stationery set, screen protector, and tote bag, adding even more value to your purchase. Empower your child's curiosity and creativity with the Bebe-Tab IVO-17 Android Kids Tablet. It's more than just a tablet; it's a companion that grows with your child, offering endless possibilities for learning and fun. Order yours today and watch your child's imagination flourish! https://ololoexpress.com/product/bebe-tab-b88-dual-sim-hd-kids-tablet-32gb-rom-8-inches/ Read the full article

[govindhtech]

The Motorola Razr 40 Blends Classic Style with Modern Tech

The Motorola Razr 40 is a great way to start exploring the world of flip-style smartphones

What makes a smartphone like the Flip?

Though it may never be fully recovered, that sensation is returning because to companies like Samsung and Motorola. It’s the feeling you receive when a phone call ends with a pleasant click.

Present-day flip phones are much more powerful while being heavier and larger. Even if you can’t easily open them, they do the job. Those who wish to achieve more with less visual input may consider these Flip-style cellphones. It functions similarly to a smartphone and wristwatch together.

The Motorola Razr 40 is available in three distinct color schemes: Each color scheme exudes luxury in its own way. The whole construction is sturdy, and the rear panel has a fake leather finish.

The Razr 40 is a lightweight and pleasant tool to use, weighing just 189 grams.

Now let’s discuss that external display

Where does the standard Motorola Razr 40 model fit in, given that Samsung’s Galaxy Z Flip 5 and Motorola Razr 40 Ultra are grabbing all the attention thanks to their external screens that fill the full cover screen? On the cover screen of the Motorola Razr 40, there is a 1.5-inch OLED display with 368×194 pixels. The cover screen is really very excellent when you utilize it for what it was designed to do.

The little display gives you access to a notifications bar, a message reader, and a way to monitor your notifications. Along with functions like the weather, timer, phone, music, and more, there’s a control center as well, which is really useful.

It’s restrictive, but like he said, it does the job. The lack of always-on capability for the external display is the only drawback. It is perplexing. Motorola Razr 40 claims that this saves battery life, but how much power is really needed for an external display?

The internal screen

Whenever a cellphone opens a clear, large 6.9-inch pOLED display (1080×2640 pixels) having an apparent refresh rate of 145 Hz and a maximum illumination of 1,4000 nits appears shown. Even with regular wear, the fold is hardly apparent. In spite of the harsh sunlight, it is simple to use and read outside.

The Motorola Razr 40 made watching and consuming information enjoyable since the films had sharp, vivid images and vibrant colors. However, it’s unfortunate that Widevine L1 certification isn’t supported, since this limits multimedia consumption via OTT applications to standard quality. Fortunately, Dolby Atmos compatibility and a powerful stereo speaker configuration are included.

A fortnight with the Motorola Razr 40

Although the Motorola Razr 40 is powered by a 4nm CPU, the Snapdragon 7 Gen 1 is hardly a flagship chipset, yet it still worked well for me. Neither did applications crash or slow on the Razr 40. Together with eSIM and NFC, the Razr 40 also supports Bluetooth 5.3 and 5G. 

The Razr 40 allows you to run one program on top of another or two applications in split-screen mode. When he wanted to quickly take notes, this function really helped me multitask. 

MyUX, which is based on Android 13 and is almost stock, is what the Razr 40 runs. Unfortunately, the security patch is outdated. It is flowing and silky. Typical Motorola motions include flipping for DND and turning on the flashlight with a chop, among many more. When configuring the smartphone, the user interface is clear and free of superfluous bloatware.

Anywhere you carry it, the smartphone turns heads for sure. whichever place what time of day you are in the train system or at a tea shop people will always want to know what smartphones you are employing. At present, only iphones with collapsible touchscreen can do such. 

Features and specifications of the Moto Razr 40 Ultra

Allow us to examine the attributes as well as features

Moto Razr 40 The ultra version in more detail:

Displays: 6.9-square inch FlexView Collapsible Display with OLED technology with a dimension ratio of 22:9, a 10-bit screen, a resolution of Full HD + (2640 x 1080 pixels), 165 cycles per second repetition rate, and 1400 nits of peak brightness

Guard Display: 3.6-inch QuickView a folding device OLED screen with an image refresh rate of 144 Hz, a resolution of 1056 x 1066 pixels, and a maximum brightness regarding 1100 nits. Gorilla Glass is made by Victus Corning

A processor: TSMC’s 4nm-based Qualcomm Technologies Snapdragon 8+ Gen 1 with Gpu 730 graphics

Memory and Storage: 256GB UFS 3.1 storage and 8GB LPDDR5 RAM

Android 13 is the software

Cameras: 12 MP f/1.5 main camera with

Optical Image Stabilization (OIS);

13 MP ultra-wide angle camera;

Support for macro shots;

32 MP selfie camera with a foldable display

Battery and Charging: USB Type-C connector for 33W rapid charging, 3800mAh battery pack, and 5W wireless charging for the battery.

Music: Dolby Atmos Sound stereo speakers and Safety Fingerprint scanning mounted on the side.

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#technology #govindhtech #technews #news #samsung #motorola #motorola razr 40 ultra

[ccamp1]

Exploring the Great Outdoors: Finding Quality Camping Equipment Online

Starting a camping trip can be a thrilling experience. It is bringing you closer to nature and offering a vacation from the hustle and bustle of daily life. However, to make your camping trip enjoyable and comfortable, it's essential to invest in the right equipment. With the convenience of the internet, finding top-notch camping gear has always been challenging. Let's delve into the world of camping equipment online and discover the must-have car camping essentials for your next outdoor escapade.

Shelter: The Foundation of Comfort

When it comes to camping, your shelter is paramount. Whether you prefer a spacious tent or a cozy hammock, choosing the proper shelter is crucial. Choose a tent that will accommodate your group's size and offer sufficient weather protection. Numerous options are available on online platforms, enabling you to compare features, read reviews, and decide with confidence.

Sleep System: Restful Nights under the Stars

A good night's sleep is necessary for an enjoyable camping trip. Invest in a comfortable sleeping pad and a high-quality sleeping bag. Look for insulation suitable for the season and a pad that offers both support and insulation from the cold ground. Many online camping equipment stores provide detailed specifications, ensuring you select the right sleep system for your needs.

Cooking Gear: Culinary Adventures in the Wilderness

Car camping allows you the luxury of bringing along a portable kitchen. From compact stoves to foldable tables, there is a myriad of cooking gear available online. Remember durable cookware, utensils, and a reliable cooler to keep your perishables fresh. Quality camping equipment online ensures that delicious dinners may be prepared even in the middle of the wilderness.

Lighting: Illuminating Your Campsite

As the sun sets, having adequate lighting is essential for safety and convenience. Consider investing in a reliable camping lantern or a set of durable LED flashlights. Online platforms provide a variety of lighting options suitable for different preferences and situations. Ensure your chosen lighting equipment is durable, water-resistant, and has sufficient brightness to navigate your campsite after dark.

Clothing and Footwear: Dressing for the Outdoors

For a comfortable camping trip, the appropriate footwear and clothing are crucial. Online retailers provide a large assortment of outdoor clothing, including moisture-wicking clothing, waterproof jackets, and sturdy hiking boots. Check the weather conditions at your camping destination and choose clothing that provides both protection and breathability.

Safety and Navigation: Be Prepared for the Unexpected

While enjoying the great outdoors, safety should always be a top priority. Equip yourself with a reliable first aid kit, a multi-tool, and a compass or GPS device for navigation. Online retailers often offer comprehensive safety kits tailored for camping and outdoor activities, giving you peace of mind during your adventures.

Conclusion: 

In conclusion, finding the right camping equipment online is a breeze with the plethora of options available. To ensure a seamless shopping experience, visit ccamp.com.au. This website offers a diverse range of high-quality gear for all your camping needs. From tents to cooking equipment and safety gear, camp is your one-stop solution for securing the best car camping essentials. Prepare for your next outdoor escapade with confidence, knowing you have the best equipment at your disposal.

more fore info:-Hardshell rooftop tents

Triangle rooftop tent

[theplumbnerd]

Understanding Sump Pumps: A Homeowner's Guide by PipeMaster

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Understanding Sump Pumps: A Homeowner's Guide by PipeMaster

Hello, homeowners! I'm Jack Thompson, your friendly plumber and "PipeMaster" from the beautiful city of Denver, Colorado. Today, I'm here to shed light on a silent hero in many basements—the sump pump. By the end of this guide, you'll have a clear understanding of what a sump pump is, why it's crucial, and how to ensure it keeps your basement dry. The Unsung Guardian: Your Sump Pump Hidden in the corners of basements, sump pumps play a vital role in preventing water damage. In this guide, we'll unravel the mysteries of sump pumps and empower you to make informed decisions about their maintenance and usage.

Tools and Materials You'll Need

Before we dive into the world of sump pumps, let's make sure you have the necessary tools and materials at your disposal: Tools: - Flashlight: For inspecting and working in dark areas around the sump pump. - Check Valve: Essential for preventing water from flowing back into the sump pit. - Battery-Powered Backup Sump Pump: Provides protection during power outages. Materials: - Gravel or Stones: To surround and support the sump pump in the pit. - Waterproofing Sealant: Ensures a watertight seal around the sump pit. - Replacement Parts: Keep spare parts like float switches and check valves for quick replacements.

Step-by-Step Guide

Step 1 - Understand the Basics - What is a Sump Pump?: A sump pump is a submersible pump installed in a sump pit in the basement. Its primary function is to pump out excess water and prevent flooding. - Types of Sump Pumps: There are pedestal and submersible sump pumps. Submersible pumps are more common and sit in the pit, while pedestal pumps have the motor above the pit.  Step 2 - Locate Your Sump Pump - Find the Sump Pit: Locate the pit usually in the basement or crawl space. - Check for Proper Installation: Ensure the sump pump is correctly installed with a proper slope for water to flow into the pit. Step 3 - Test the Sump Pump - Fill the Pit with Water: Pour enough water into the pit to activate the float switch and start the pump. - Ensure Proper Operation: Confirm that the pump turns on, pumps water out, and turns off when the water level decreases. Step 4 - Check the Check Valve - Locate the Check Valve: This one-way valve prevents water from flowing back into the pit. - Ensure it Functions Properly: Check that the check valve is in good condition and functioning correctly. Step 5 - Inspect and Clean the Sump Pit - Remove Debris: Clear any debris, dirt, or gravel that may obstruct the pump or impede water flow. - Check for Signs of Wear: Inspect the sump pump and pit for any signs of wear, rust, or damage. Step 6 - Install a Battery-Powered Backup - Invest in a Backup Sump Pump: A battery-powered backup ensures your sump pump keeps working during power outages. - Follow Manufacturer's Instructions: Install the backup pump following the manufacturer's guidelines. Step 7 - Test the Backup System - Simulate a Power Outage: Unplug the main sump pump or switch off the power to test the backup system. - Ensure Proper Function: Confirm that the backup pump activates and pumps water in the absence of the main power.

Additional Tips

- Maintain Regular Inspections: Periodically check the sump pump, pit, and backup system to ensure everything is in working order. - Consider a Sump Pump Alarm: Install an alarm to notify you if the water level in the pit rises unexpectedly. - Consult a Professional: If you're uncertain about any aspect of your sump pump, consult with a professional plumber for guidance.

Conclusion

Congratulations! You've now demystified the world of sump pumps and become the guardian of your basement's dryness. By following these steps, you've not only understood the importance of sump pumps but also gained the confidence to ensure their reliable operation. Remember, a well-maintained sump pump is the unsung hero keeping your basement safe and dry. Happy plumbing! Read the full article

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IVF and Fertility Over 50: Challenges and Possibilities

Dreaming Big: IVF and Fertility After 50 with Surrogacy in Indore

Hello, young dreamers! Today, we’re setting out on an amazing journey to explore the world of IVF and fertility after 50. It’s like a magical adventure, and we’ll learn how Surrogacy in Indore can be your special helper in making big dreams come true. So, put on your explorer hats, and let’s dive into this world of possibilities!

What’s IVF and Fertility After 50?

Before we start our adventure, let’s understand what IVF is. IVF stands for In Vitro Fertilization, but we’ll call it IVF because it’s easier. IVF is like a superpower that helps mommies and daddies have a baby when they need some extra help.

Now, let’s talk about fertility after 50. Some mommies and daddies might want to have a baby even when they’re 50 years old or more. It’s like having big baby dreams later in life, and it’s totally possible with the right help.

Challenges and Possibilities

Fertility after 50 can be a bit like a rollercoaster ride. It has its ups and downs, but with Surrogacy in Indore, the possibilities are endless.

Challenges:

Age-Related Factors: When mommies and daddies get older, their bodies might need a little extra help to make a baby. The baby seeds might need a boost.

Health Considerations: Staying healthy is super important. Mommies and daddies need to make sure their bodies are ready for the baby adventure.

Emotional Journey: Fertility after 50 can be like an emotional rollercoaster. It’s important to stay positive and hopeful.

Possibilities with Surrogacy in Indore:

Now, here’s where Surrogacy in Indore comes in. Surrogacy is like having a superhero helper to make baby dreams come true, even after 50.

Surrogate Moms: Surrogate moms are like magical baby-growers. They carry the baby for mommies and daddies and give them the gift of family.

Safe Environment: The doctors at Surrogacy in Indore make sure the baby grows in a safe and happy place. It’s like a magical castle for the baby to grow.

Expert Guidance: The experts at Surrogacy in Indore know all the baby-making secrets and can make the journey smooth and exciting.

Personalized Plans: Every family is unique, and Surrogacy in Indore creates special plans that are just right for each family’s adventure.

Happy Endings: With Surrogacy in Indore, families can have their happy endings and create beautiful stories.

The Emotional Journey

Fertility after 50 can be an emotional adventure, and it’s important to stay strong and positive. Here are some tips to make the journey a little easier:

Stay Healthy: Eating well, staying active, and getting enough sleep are like the secret keys to a healthy adventure.

Support System: Lean on your family and friends for support. They can be like a group of cheerleaders on your journey.

Experts at Surrogacy in Indore: The experts at Surrogacy in Indore are like wise guides who can help you with any questions or worries.

Positive Thinking: Keep your thoughts positive and hopeful. It’s like having a bright flashlight to light your path.

In Conclusion

So, there you have it, young dreamers! Fertility after 50 is like a grand adventure, and it’s never too late to make big dreams come true. With the help of Surrogacy in Indore, even the most incredible dreams can become a reality.

Remember, with love, positivity, and the support of experts, anything is possible. No matter your age, your baby’s dreams can still come true, and your family story can be the most beautiful of all.

Now go out there, stay positive, and remember that with Surrogacy in Indore as your guide, every family’s story can be a fairy tale of their own.

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Unlock the Secrets to Combatting Winter Weather at Home

It's crucial to have your house ready to handle the obstacles that the winter season poses, as it brings chilly temperatures, snow, and slippery conditions. You can traverse the winter seasons with ease and trust by putting effective tactics into place, from protecting your living quarters to guaranteeing the safety of your automobile. Discover these tips for dealing with the winter weather at home to keep your family safe and comfortable.

Insulate and Seal

Adequate insulation and sealing are essential for a winter house to be warm and energy-efficient. Inspect doors and windows for drafts; weather stripping or caulking should be used to close any cracks. Add insulation to your attic, barriers, and basement to stop heat loss. Your house will stay warm with enough insulation while using less energy and paying less for utilities. By reducing energy waste, these insulating and sealing solutions improve your house's comfort and support environmental sustainability.

Heating System Maintenance

Routine maintenance is essential for your heating system to operate well during the winter. Schedule a professional check to ensure your furnace or heat system is in top shape. Check for leaks, clean, or replace filters, and immediately resolve any problems. A well-maintained boiler not only makes your house cozy but also guards against unplanned malfunctions at crucial moments. Regular heating system maintenance ensures that your home is kept warm without interruption and increases the equipment's lifespan, ultimately saving you money.

Protect Your Pipes

Burst pipes from below-freezing conditions can seriously harm your house. Insulate exposed pipes to avoid this, especially in unheated locations like crawl spaces and basements. Allow faucets to leak when the temperature drops sufficiently to avoid freezing.

 Think about opening cabinet doors to let warm air circulate pipes when it's really chilly. These safety measures protect your plumbing and reduce the need for expensive repairs. By taking these steps to preserve your pipes, you may prevent possible water damage to your house as well as the nuisance of plumbing problems in the winter.

Maintain Indoor Air Quality

In the winter, it's common to spend more time indoors. Therefore, keeping the air quality in the house healthy is crucial. Reduce allergies, dust, and pollution by using air purifiers. The right humidity levels are also essential; to counteract dry indoor air that can cause discomfort and health problems, think about using a humidifier. An atmosphere that is healthier and more pleasant is a result of improved indoor air quality. Ensuring your house has the best indoor air quality will improve your comfort, support your respiratory health, and make it a more enjoyable place during wintertime.

Protect Your Car with Metal Carports

Snow, ice, and freezing temperatures can harm your car's performance and look over the winter. Invest in metal carports to shield your vehicle from the weather. These buildings have covered parking spaces that protect your car from UV rays, snow, and hail. Metal carports are strong, resistant to the elements, and provide an additional barrier of defense against cold weather. They also provide a handy area for unloading and loading during bad weather. By selecting metal carports, you guarantee the durability of your vehicle and keep it looking good even throughout the hard winter weather.

Emergency Preparedness

Winter storms may result in power outages along with additional crises, despite your best precautions. Make a first aid kit and an emergency supply kit with items like flashlights, battery packs, blankets, non-perishable food, and first aid supplies. Learn about the available emergency services in your area and set up a family communication strategy. Being ready makes it possible to deal with unforeseen circumstances with confidence. In addition to giving you peace of mind, having a thorough emergency plan assures your loved one's safety and well-being amid trying winter conditions.

Conclusion

Finally, preparing for cold weather at home necessitates careful planning. The best ways to keep your house warm and secure throughout the winter include sealing and insulating it, keeping up with heating maintenance, safeguarding your pipes, preserving interior air quality, purchasing metal carports for automobile protection, and being ready for emergencies. You may take advantage of the season without sacrificing your comfort and safety by implementing these tips.

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3 Ways to Prepare for a Crisis

National Preparedness Month is in September. As we focus on providing assistance and support for Hurricane Harvey victims, now is a wonderful time to make or evaluate your own emergency preparedness plan and to think about signing up to volunteer for disaster relief efforts.

How to begin going is as follows: Sign up right away to volunteer later. When a disaster strikes, the United Way of Stanislaus County and other United Ways manage emergency volunteer centers. Make an appointment with your neighborhood United Way right now to volunteer for disaster relief. Advance registration aids United Way in both planning for and dealing with emergencies.

1. Sign up right away to volunteer later. When a disaster strikes, the United Way of Stanislaus County and other United Ways manage emergency volunteer centers. Make an appointment with your neighborhood United Way right now to volunteer for disaster relief. Advance registration aids United Way in both planning for and dealing with emergencies.

2. Form your personal emergency preparedness strategy. These advice is provided by United Way of Long Island, New York:

 • Make a communications plan. Understand how to communicate with family and friends, as well as where to meet. Make a list of contacts for emergencies. Choose someone who doesn't reside close by for your family to check in with.

• Prepare to evacuate your home. Review and practice escape routes. Plan to evacuate the region. Where to go? How to travel? Have cash – ATMs may not work. Don’t forget vital documents. And, how will you secure your home from flying debris, power outages and the like?

• Get your vehicle ready. Keep a full tank of gas if an evacuation seems likely – gas pumps may not work just when you need to get out of town. Leave early. Follow evacuation routes.

• Create an emergency supply kit. Include enough provisions for at least three days. Include food, water, battery radio, flashlight, batteries, first aid, and toiletries. Have an emergency kit at home, work and in your car.

• Consider special needs. Know your child’s school or day care emergency plan and contact information. Don’t forget to pack books, games and activities for kids. Have you thought of pets? Medications? Elders and the disabled? Pack extra clothes and blankets for people you may be transporting.

3. Keep in mind to dial if you require assistance after an emergency. In North America, this free, private service offers guidance and assistance round-the-clock. To connect people with the assistance they require, the specialists on the other end of the line leverage a network of data from governmental, business, and charitable organizations.

Make a strategy to safeguard your family with home security system from Cove Smart, yourself, and those in need, and don't let the unpleasant prospect of an emergency stop you. You'll be able to sleep better knowing you're prepared if you follow the simple measures listed above. Also, put September 2022 on your calendar so you can regularly review and update your emergency preparedness plans.

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