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yeyinde · 9 months ago

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ghoapxreader in the baby trapping series IM BEGGING 🧎‍♀️

i think i've exhausted the whole "tampering with contraceptives" thing to death by now so i would probably do something different with them. like a surrogate situation or something, but awful lmao

maybe down on her luck reader is in desperate need of cash, and these two men swoop in to save you from this horrible pit you've fallen into.

you need money. they need a baby.

simple, right?

except the simplicity falls apart when they blatantly tell you they want a natural insemination—as in, a threesome.

multiple, the pretty Scot tells you. after all, it has tae take, hen.

(and this is the part where you should have run. the moment when you'd be screaming at the television at the hapless protagonist as they walk mindlessly into danger despite the warning signs hanging overhead. but like the oblivious hero, you're too blinded by pretty, gleaming white to realise that the thing you're marveling over is a maw. cracked open wide and full of jagged, deadly teeth rearing up to sink inside of you.

but the problem with making shady deals when you're desperate is that no one really bothers to read the fine print, do they? and by the time you see past their crooked charm, you're waving your child off as they skip up the stairs to school, standing like a prisoner between them as they lean down and ask if you're ready for another—)

but that comes later.

what comes first is message on Craiglist.

one that you spend less time considering it than you should have. desperation, you find, clouds your judgement. blots out common sense. makes you susceptible to manipulation. and oh, how susceptible you are. despite priding yourself on your common sense and keen self-awareness, the overarching issues hanging over your head like an idling guillotine seem to erase that instructive need for self-preservation.

so, when the message itself pops up, you're already primed for making bad choices. ones out of malformed desperation. the barrage of texts from your landlord demanding rent, the ones sent to your family in moments of dire need asking for fruitless aid that will never come in time if the read receipts mean anything at all. the package from HR apologising for the inconvenience, but this was, regrettably, the only feasible option for the company at present, and too bad you didn't sign up for that union, huh? student loans. credit cards.

the measureable calamity of your life manifests itself in the shape of a black cloud hanging onto your aching shoulder, wrapping long, inkstained fingers around your jugular as it hisses the insurmountable figure needed to climb out of this pit in your ear.

sleepless, of course, hasn't helped.

and in that bog you can't swim through, their offer sounds far more appealing than it should.

let's meet up somewhere, comes the next message at half past three in the morning as you talk yourself in (and out) of this mess. talk about things more.

what else are you supposed to do?

job hunting sites mock you with their generic emails, thanking you for applying, and saying they'll reach out within a few business days for an interview if you're a good fit. ones sent off weeks ago. hundreds of them to no avail. it's almost like you're being plagued. blacklisted from the city.

even the fast food chain down the street refused your application when you sent it in, and the help wanted sign has been taped on the drive-thru window since you were sixteen.

it all pushes you closer and closer to making stupid choices, like replying with a simple (nervous, shaky, bile-tinged) sure to the message they sent. i'm down—

(—and drowning)

but you're smart enough to know better, so you act like it, too.

ping your location to your friends. tell them where you're going. clutch your keys so tightly in your fist that your knuckles just out through thin skin. layers upon layers of safety measures glimpsed through the various articles about how to stay alive.

but all the tremulous air is siphoned from your lungs when you see them for the first time.

something magnetic thrums through your chest. copper sutures running lines from their skin to yours until touching just seems like the most natural thing in the world. and you suppose it is when the pretty Scot folds you into a tight hug, cinching you close to his chest as if he's known you his whole life instead of just several seconds.

he's a thing of beauty. chiselled from marble, almost; David made human when he runs his tanned hand through the tumble of uneven hair along his crown. eyes the same varicoloured palette of a boscage in autumn framed in the setting sun's golden halo.

there's a distinct ruggedness about his beauty, too. one that reminds of you a lion's mane. the sleek fur of a stallion. pretty in a wild way. and as his eyes list towards you again and again, like he can't quite manage his fill of staring at you, taking you in, you think about that wildness again. the hunger in his eyes so similiar to the desperation of a predator fattening up for the encroaching chill of winter. it makes you shiver, but you can't look away

(because you know what's waiting for you when you do)

and when you finally pluck up the courage to glance at the shape devouring the light with his intimidating bulk, you come to quick realisation that if Johnny is the personification of an autumn evening, then the man standing next to him is the tried and true testament that bad things happen after dark.

he's a strange figure, one who veers almost comically into the uncanny valley with his hood pulled over the plain, black ballcap hanging low over his brow. a balaclava covering every inch of his face with the exception of a small, ovaled hole for his eyes. remnants of something ashy smear into the corners, running up the crooked bend of his nose.

he doesn't look like a real man—not with those liquid, haunting eyes—but at the same time, there's something preternaturally human about him. a stereotypical sense of masculinity—just one warped around the edges.

with his worn jeans pulled tight over thick, bulging thighs, and the silver zipper of his hoodie resting at the base of his throat, you could easily think he was just another man in the crowd, but it's off. a glitch. a skip.

like mistaking a coat rack for a man in the dead of night.

eerie.

dangerous.

if the man beside him is playfully carnivorous, a basking lion rolling onto his belly at the zoo, separated by thick glass, then he (Simon, Johnny supplies readily when the silence lingers; Simon Riley), Simon, is what it feels like to be followed home at night.

but—

there's something about fear and desire that are almost inseparable when broken down into a physiological response.

and when he steps up behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body soaking into the drying sweat on your back, you liken the way your heart climbs up your throat to same as it would seeing a dorsal fin cutting above the waves in open water.

desire, you think, and then catching the white-hot burn of the stare, you add, in a thin whisper: fear.

when they sit you down, and begin to spin a story about how they just want a baby—no strings attached—you stay seated in the chair even as an itch in the back of your head starts, nails scraping at your skull.

their reluctance toward traditional methods makes sense when they explain that with their lifestyle, it's impossible—or the Scottish man does; the other one with a marbled skin of thick, ugly scars on his hands just stares, pinning you down with the weight of his gaze—and this arrangement is the only way they'll get the baby they've been hoping for.

and even though the scratching in your head sounds suspiciously like why you and run, you eat the food they bought for you in the fancy restaurant where appetisers start at $30, and a glass of water is priced at $6. volcanic spring water, the waiter explains as he pours it from a marbled glass pitcher.

you haven't eaten a real meal that wasn't microwavable or cup noodles in weeks.

maybe that's why you find yourself thinking why not instead of no.

they're attractive men. it's not the worst situation you could have found yourself in, even if the idea of parenthood—however brief it's supposed to be—has bile clawing up the back of your throat, and the bones housing your trembling heart feeling laden, heavy like iron, and starts to cinch your chest shut each day, squeezing tighter, and tighter, and—

they drop off the first the installment to you the moment your doctor starts to talk about boerhaave syndrome, as if they know the doubts that plague your head when they leave your apartment and the silence starts to mock you.

and that leads you here.

guilt for their situation. desperation over your own. an overarching need to please. it's all a dangerous cocktail that douses over rationality until you're nodding along, accepting their words as gospel until sleeping with them—multiple times—doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

until it happens. until you have Johnny and Simon actively working to knock you up. a marathon of intense sex with the single-minded goal of putting their baby in you.

Johnny drooling all over you as he ruts between your thighs, mindlessly driving himself into a frenzy as he slurres out his desires in an incomprehensible mess of English and Gaelic and animalistic grunts. barely pulling out in time before Simon is pressing your knee down to the mattress, cooing mockingly at the mess his boy made of you. cruelly taking bets as he slides into your sore, aching cunt about who will take first. his or Johnny's? and who do you want, birdie? who's baby do you want first?

fingers always shoving inside to cap the overflow when they exhaust themselves in a liquid-limbed stupor, barely conscious as you tapped out some three, four rounds ago. unable to keep your eyes open any longer as they both came to the same conclusion that cumming inside of you at the same time was the quickest way to knock you up together. ain't he a romantic, birdie?

and it's probably for the best that you passed out before it happened, drooling on Simon's scarred shoulder as he gripped the cheeks of your ass, pulling you wide open as Johnny shuffled forward between his spread legs, eyes riveted to the spot where Simon's cock split you open. the ache you felt the next morning, coming to on a broad chest with fingers stuffed inside of you—shush, shush, just keeping you nice an' plugged, sweetheart—was almost unbearable.

you expected them to clear out after getting what they want, but they stay. tend to you carefully like you're made of fine china.

or—Johnny does. bundles you up in his arms before setting off towards the bath, finally letting you wash the sticky, flaking grime from your skin, some awful mixture of drying cum, spit, and sweat, groaning in your ear as he pulls you to his damp, hairy chest about how sweet you are for them. how they're going to take care of you.

Simon caters to other things. packs your bags as Johnny scrubs thick fingers over your shoulders, pausing to grasp a sore, tender breast in his palm, hefting the weight up as he feverishly mutters about how hot it'll be to watch you feed their baby. an' maybe you'll let him have a little taste, too—

and when you finally emerge from the bath, sorer between the thighs than you were when you woke up, another mess pooling in the gusset of the panties he pulled up your legs, Simon's waiting, eyes riveted to your belly. staring at it with so much hunger, a cold sweat breaks out along the nape of your neck.

in the grand scheme of things, the threesome is the easy part. the hard part comes when they turn the arrangement into a prison, locking the shackles around your wrists when the pregnancy test comes back positive a few weeks later.

they're only doing what's best for their baby, they say, when they move you out of your apartment and into theirs. the cut lease was the only way to do it, Johnny says, shrugging. why make you pay for something you aren't using anymore?

and maybe if your head was thickened with a fog, you'd have questioned the phrasing, but as it stands, pregnancy, even as early as this one, adles you. leaves you a syrupy mess of emotions that they take turns exploiting. aren't you so lonely all by yourself, hen? don' ye want a family?

aren't they good enough for you?

it's less subliminal messaging and more overt coersion. what are you going to do after this? where will you go with your lease cut? and when the funds run dry? what then?

gonna find another couple to knock you up? Simon hisses, mangled hands mauling your belly, pinching and squeezing the flesh as if he could feel the fragile box their happiness is housed inside. should jus' stay with us if that's the case, birdie.

but it's all so sweet, in its own way—

(—sweet like a parasite nesting inside of it's host.

but at least you'll never be lonely.)

they stand by the fact that they're looking out for you. that they care. that they can't do much else but idle and watch your body evolve into something new (an' magnificent, Johnny breathes, kissing this unfamiliar shape you call home) and it grates at them because they're not used to feeling so useless, so can't you just let them do this for you? take care of you in all the ways they see fit? like cutting your lease and giving you a better place to stay. handing in your resignation from that shitty nine to five that wore you down to the bone. culling out the annoyances in your life—the friends and family—who kick up needless fits over your wellbeing, and just stress you out more than you need to be.

they're not good enough for you, is what Simon says when you ask why he blocked them from your phone, Johnny hovering by the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. barring the exits, you'll realise later. but what comes first is fear, is anger, is—

happiness. maybe. or some broken, fragile facsimile of it. a subpar humuliculus masquerading around as if it was realised flesh and bone.

"oh," you say, and think you should be touched by his care, his concern, and so you are. shape this emotion from the sludge that pools at the bottom of your chest, running fingers through the muck to find pieces of gold. and then: "thank you, Simon."

it's sweet. or it could have been if it didn't spiral out of your control when they systematically dismantle your entire life until all you're left with is loose sediment slipping through your fingers. the foundation itself soften clay they shape into the image they've been after with the whole time: you.

(or more specifically, a momma for their baby.)

and when they ask you, at the end of this thin, fraying tether, if you want to be with them—an equal, a mother—and be a mother again for them, there's nothing else you could say except yes.

nothing because they made it so.

#a more literal spin to “baby trapping” lmao #ghoap x reader #double p with brief hints of somno manipulation social isolation its implied that Ghoap ruin your life from bts too #ghoapdrabbles

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kanescrochet · 4 days ago

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Make Me

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Bratty!Reader

War-torn intimacy, brat taming, emotional tension, control battles, NSFW

Warnings: MDNI, rough sex, light choking, spanking, emotional undercurrent, dom/sub power play (reader pushes, Ghost punishes), praise/degradation, soft aftercare

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The door slammed harder than it needed to.

Ghost barely looked at you as he entered, soaked in rain and silence, the kind of storm he carried with him more often now. War stuck to him like second skin — every step a reminder he belonged to something you couldn't touch.

He dropped his gear piece by piece. Vest. Boots. Shirt. Silence.

You leaned back against the headboard, legs bare, tank top loose and falling off your shoulder just enough. A challenge hung between you like smoke.

“You could’ve called,” you said, voice sharp, eyes sharper. “But I guess you were too busy being someone else’s good little soldier again.”

That got his attention.

His eyes cut to you — narrowed, dark, unreadable. You didn’t flinch. You never did.

“What’s your problem?” he said flatly.

You tilted your head. “Maybe I don’t like being the last thing you crawl back to when the killing’s done.”

His jaw flexed. “You think I do this for them?”

You snorted, biting back a grin. “No. I think you don’t know who you do it for anymore.”

There was a beat of silence. A warning.

Then, “You wanna keep running your mouth, sweetheart?”

You pushed further, peeling your top off slowly and tossing it to the floor like a dare. “Maybe. Unless you’re gonna do something about it.”

The look he gave you could’ve burned through walls.

In two strides, he was on you — hand fisting in your hair, mouth slamming onto yours in something far too rough to be romantic. He kissed like a threat. Like you were the only thing that made him feel anything anymore, and that terrified him.

Your legs wrapped around his hips without hesitation.

“You need to be reminded who you belong to?” he rasped, breath hot against your throat.

“I belong to me,” you hissed, arching into him. “But you can try to convince me otherwise.”

He growled low in his chest and shoved you back into the mattress, tearing your panties down with practiced ease.

“You always talk this much?” he asked, fingers curling around your throat just enough to hold you still.

“Only when I’m bored.”

He slapped your inner thigh, hard enough to leave a print. “Let’s fix that.”

And he did.

He sank into you with no patience, no sweetness — just need. Raw and brutal. Like he was trying to fuck the ghosts out of himself. Like you were the only thing that reminded him he was still human. And you — you met him thrust for thrust, moan for moan, nails dragging down his back, gasping demands into his ear.

“Harder, Riley. Is this all you’ve got?”

He pushed your knees up, folded you in half, drove into you like the war never ended and you were the only home he had left.

Your bratty attitude crumbled fast. All the teasing dissolved into broken moans, fingers grasping, begging.

He didn’t stop when you came the first time — or the second. He chased every twitch and whimper, hand wrapped tight in your hair, his voice a low snarl against your cheek.

“That mouth of yours…” he growled, hips stuttering. “Made for sucking cock, not smart-ass remarks.”

You grinned, fucked-out and breathless. “Could be both.”

He laughed — dark and breathless — and kissed you like he was still starving.

When it was over, when you were trembling under the weight of him and your thighs slick with the wreckage of it all, he didn’t speak for a long time.

Then, softer: “I’m not theirs. Never was.”

You turned your head, brushing your lips against his jaw.

“Good,” you whispered. “Because I don’t share.”

He laid there with you, body wrapped around yours like armor. The kind he didn’t need to take off.

And for once, there were no orders to follow. No mask. No fight left.

Just you. And him. And the way your mouth curved even in sleep — smug, satisfied, his

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savi-our · 7 months ago

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Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 3 ft. Horrortale

Its 3 am- This... this is over 3k words.... I'm both cooking and cooked apparently bc this is even longer and more detailed than the last part, I honestly dont know what came over me. The ending is a bit rushed and im posting this half asleep and barely able to make sense of whether or not any of this is actually good but i wanted to post it before going off to sleep - i do hope you enjoy it though, even if by this point im not sure you can call it an anti harem... maybe ill explore that bit more in the next part.... (p.s. i would love love looove to hear you guy's thoughts on what ive cooked up here so please leave a comment if youre inclined to <3)

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It had been a few weeks since the attack on the monster settlement and your work kept you busy. Black and Mutt had both been a welcome new change as far as your experience in monsters went, the three of you seemed to grow closer by the day - sharing the mutual burdens of your job whenever you had any amount of free time. You and Black formed a good professional relationship, often sharing insights on the progress of monster integration into the world outside, and Mutt - albeit avoidant, seemed to develop an interest in watching you whenever he thought you wouldn't notice. He even sometimes visited you whenever his brother had been busy, coming to your office to slump on your couch and waste away his free time, scrolling through his phone and trying not to get caught staring at you while you filed away paperwork.

It was on a particularly early morning that you had arrived at your office, still dazed from your lack of sleep when a new case appeared at your desk. You rarely did personal requests, but this one you could hardly refuse as it had come from one of the joint rulers of the Underground.

Queen Toriel summoned you, and you listened as she told you her concerns about a particular percentage of her population having an especially difficult time with the integration process. You picked up on the finer details of her request - unspoken words to her plea.

You were aware of the spatial anomaly that had caused the particular brand of chaos that was currently plaguing Monsterkind, a rift that had caused a collision of alternates and pulled them all here. It was a guarded secret among the higher ranking officials, the details shared only to those who were known to be trusted - or to those who were smart enough to see beyond the fragile lie. You were both you supposed, the Archmage themselves requested your insight into the matter, and you offered to consult wherever you could. It didn't surprise you that the Queen turned to you for assistance - involved as you were in the matter.

You agreed to her request, you could hardly refuse considering the high brand on the paperwork, the signature of the Archmage looped in finer print at the corner of the page. You left promptly, assigning a trusted associate of yours to man the office while you were gone, unfortunately the urgency of your task bid no time to waste so you left without notifying the two skeletons that had seemed to be stuck in your orbit as of late, but that was the nature of things when you had such a demanding position.

You were relocated into the depths of the Underground, a rather lavish apartment greeting you in the shadow of the castle of the royal families, but you had little time to waste, the faster you got to work the smoother the integration process would be.

You met with those currently overseeing the progress of the whole thing, a joint department consisting of monsters, humans and mages - social workers, professors, doctors, therapists and volunteers - all with ample experience concerning the more particular quirks that came with joining cultures and assessing risks where there were any. Your status would do you more harm than good here - you realize early on, advised by the royal court to take a more personal approach as you shed down your heavy coats and branded insignias - monsters in the underground were still rather wary of mages, especially ones as infamous as you. You took on the faux position of a well renowned inspector, and set yourself to figuring out what the problem was and how best to solve it.

It was there that you met them, two new yet rather familiar faces that were introduced to you as the spokespersons for the rebuffed population, Twilight and Dusk by name.

Twilight was large, even by monster standards, a lean silhouette that towered over any others in the room with a set of jagged teeth and a weathered look to his eyes. His appearance however, seemed to be rather misleading. He was friendly, overly so, extending his hand to you in his introduction as he shook yours with a controlled precision, his crooked grin lifted, delighted to meet a new face among the many who were already so familiar over his long stay in the program. He was chatty, friendly even, a social butterfly that delighted in telling you about the many state of affairs that flitted about the establishment. There were some quirks however… every now and again he confused words, voiced idioms that you could hardly make sense of - something about frisbees. He had ticks, nervous habits and moments of sudden cautious anxiety that brought concerns to your mind, there were times where he seemed almost manic, a rattling in his bones as he flitted about the room as if trying to burn off excess magic, trying to keep his hands and mind occupied.

Then there was Dusk. Like his brother he was considerably larger than the average monster. He was bulkier, bigger, an imposing presence in the room that set even your nerves on edge. He seemed dangerous, more than any of the other monsters you've come across, something in your mind whispered caution as you introduced yourself. The best word you could use to describe Dusk was heavy, both literally and metaphorically. He dragged his words as if he practically pulled them from the depths of his mind, his movements were slow, weighed almost by some unforeseen force you could not comprehend, and every now and again he lost focus, a single red eyelight dilated and staring promptly into nothing. His mind was both sharp and slow at the same time, he often shared insights that were surprising in their outside perspective, he commented on things that others had passed by in their expertise - drawing attention to underlying issues that had been overlooked due to the fact that nobody had really thought of them as issues before he made comment. He had a finer eye for detail, but at the same time there were moments where he'd lose his train of thought, a byproduct of his severe head wound no doubt, words forgotten on the tip of his tongue - moments like those seemed frustrate him quite badly, his fingers pulled on his one blank eye socket in quiet irritation. On his better days he'd make offhanded puns that were rather dark in theme - cannibalism seemed to be a favorite of his. On his bad days his voice turned cold, words sharp as his grin pulled on his face almost maniacally, he was tense, guarded like a cornered dog ready to bare teeth.

It had taken you some time to get situated in your new environment, you spent your days meeting with the other monsters who shared similar ailments to both Twilight and Dusk, consulting with the people directly responsible for their integration process and finding correlations between things that worked best and those that didn't work at all. A common pattern in all of those monsters became clear days after your assignment, the heightened cases of sudden anxiety and panic attacks. It was odd to you for some reason, it wouldn't be unnatural for this particular batch of alternates to suffer from such things, considering what you knew they had gone through back in their own reality, but something about it seemed odd.

You investigated your suspicions further, repeatedly meeting monsters and doctors alike, questioning them about the intricacies of their ailments, trying to garner light on the plausible cause for the widespread issue. Twilight seemed eager to help you, he often accompanied you in your search for more information, more knowledge, and his assistance proved quite useful - when you questioned him as to why he seemed so willing to assist you, he responded with an abashed admission - a want to help the monsters who were struggling most finally see the light of day, to taste the fresh air of the outside world, they had been stuck underground for too long. He often stayed with you after hours, organizing papers and research as you delved into the mystery with a hyper focused obsessiveness. You found you always became like this, obsessive over things you could not define or explain, it was that part of you that had helped you rise in power as fast as you had, starved for answers, eager to explore and redefine the things unknown to you- it was almost nostalgic in a way.

Twilight had a talent for filling blanks in your knowledge, unfamiliar territory as this was he often offered you more insight in the particularities of monster illnesses and behavioral patterns that you were not privy to. You often asked him for clarifications and added depth to your research and he provided them eagerly - either through his own knowledge or systematically organized interviews and research papers that were color coordinated and alphabetized neatly on your desk. He had a knack for organization that one, but you couldn't help but notice how his expression soured whenever he had to bend to lift a particularly heavy box of files off the floor - he tried to hide it, face turned away and the occasional popping of bones concealed by the clear of his throat, but you noticed. You tentatively questioned him about it one late evening, not wishing to pry more than he was comfortable with. He seemed embarrassed by your attentiveness but didn't deny it, hands clasped and pulling on his long fingers in a nervous habit. He revealed to you that the current brand of healing magic and medicine could do very little for his deteriorated state, the effect was not potent enough or so it seemed. The fact didn't sit right with you, and you decided in your mind that you could multitask.

Your research prolonged, and your frustrations grew as the answer to your questions evaded you. You began to spend more time in your office than in your pristine afforded apartment, head buried in books and rushed consultations between experts in the department. Your obsessiveness seemed to grow, and with it your attention to your health lessened, overtaken by a constant hunger for answers. That hunger seemed to replace your baser instincts however, and one particularly busy day the consequences of your declining attention to your physical state seemed to catch up with you.

You had been on your way to another scheduled meeting with an on site surgeon, carrying a closed file with a hurried pace, you were far too absorbed in your head to notice the shake of your own fingers, or the way the corners of your vision blurred. You were so absorbed in fact, that you didn't even notice the sudden approach of Dusk from the hall across from you. You had ran right into him, nose buried in the plush of his sweater as you had your senses knocked right out of you. The contact didn't even phase him, and he had caught you by the forearm to steady you. You had apologized, noting how it was unlike you to be so distracted in your surroundings. He hadn’t seemed to mind, his large eyelight coming to a soft focus on the point of contact with your arm.

The force of your run in with him had knocked the file you were carrying onto the ground however, and as you leaned down in your hurry to grab it the world around you spun. You lost your bearings, and your vision turned to black as you fainted, vaguely aware of the pull of someone's arms around you.

You had woken up in one of the medical rooms, an IV in your arm and a growing headache in the corner of your mind. Dusk was there too, hunched in an office chair that was far too small for his hulking frame, you would have laughed - if you hadn't felt like shit at the time that is. Your movement seemed to wake him from his zoning out, and he had leveled you with a look that you couldn't readily discern - something of a mix between worry, scrutiny and confusion. The doctor on hand had walked in to check up on you, cautioning you to pay better attention to your health, you had felt like a child, embarrassed with your own state. Dusk had sat silent next to your bed while you were being discharged, and as you stood to leave with an order to go home and get some rest from the doctor, he stood with you.

The skeleton escorted you home, a silent but unmistakable presence at your side and as you were ready to thank him and say your goodbyes at your door, he had asked you when you had last gotten something to eat - you couldn't give him a straight answer.

He had pushed his way inside your temporary home then, and you questioned him in your confusion as he opened your fridge to find it mostly empty, he clicked his tongue, a low growling hum from the pit of his ribs as he pushed you down on your couch with a stern order to ‘wait here’

He blinked out of existence then, returning after a while with a greasy bag of food and he urged you to eat, pushing the bag in your lap despite your urge of protests. You complied, silently eating under the watchful eye of his softly dilated gaze.

From then on Dusk began to visit your office on a regular basis, bringing both you and Twilight regular meals and spending his time lounging in one of the bigger chairs available at the time, idly flipping through books. His presence seemed to anchor you, and often he knocked you out of your hyper focused state with a random pun or an offhand comment about the weather. It worked, your urgency had stilled to a healthy normal, mind clearer as both brothers had now taken to paying a keen interest in your physical condition. You still remembered the frantic lecture Twilight had given you after your little trip to the emergency room. He had begun to limit your time in the office after that, setting a healthy time table with a balanced schedule for both rest and work.

The growing connection between the three of you was plain as day, and as days passed you began to find the answers you were so desperately looking for. It was a regular day in the office when you finally solved the mystery - a calm afternoon spent in a comfortable conversation with the brothers over a cup of tea and some snacks Twilight had graciously shared. You had been brainstorming with the brothers, shooting off your theories for plausible causes when Dusk piped in with something that caught your attention.

You almost dropped the cup of tea you had been idly cradling in your hand. Jumping up to your feet in a newly discovered frenzy, you rifled through a box of files that had been offhandedly pushed to the side, and as you flipped through a particular heavy file about dietary needs it was then that it hit you, something so simple and so overlooked - of course Dusk would have been the one to point it out. Your grin was almost manic in its excitement as the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place, and you turned to the brothers that had gathered behind you in their confusion. You pulled each of them down by their faces, placing a loud smack of your lips on both of their foreheads and watched their faces glow warm as you called them both a genius. You rushed out of the office, missing exchanged looks of embarrassment - eager to share and confirm your discovery.

It was simple really, so easy to miss in all the confusion of the spatial rift and the ongoing process of integration. It was the food that was making the monsters so sick and riddled with anxiety. Coming from a reality here there had been a significant shortage of food - the first response of the healthier populace had been to feed them, feed them as much as they wanted to eat, it was natural really. Except monster food - magical in nature had high levels of energy, too high for a population of monsters that had been previously so deprived of sustenance. It made their magic run rampant, fluctuate in its intensity with high highs and even lower lows. It was the same in humans, eating too much after starving made the patient sick and would effectively do more harm than good. The answer was right there all along, and you cursed yourself at not seeing it sooner.

Things moved quickly after that, you wasted no time to form a plan of order for a change in provisions, something less straining, human food imbued with magical properties was the natural choice. It would take time for the monster's conditions to stabilize, but after a few days on the new program you began seeing positive results. You had reported your success to the royal family and Toriel had once again summoned you for a showing of your solution. If things went as predicted, the rebuffed population would soon show results of steady improvement, they would finally be prime and ready for the further relocation process.

The queen had thanked you for your service and had shown you a rather unexpected act of kindness in doing so, inviting you over to her rooms for a private tea party where you both conversed not like high mage and ruler, but as two troubled souls with the weight of the world on each of your shoulders. It was pleasant, if not a bit awkward on your part, but Toriel seemed to have a knack for making someone feel welcome.

It was a couple of days before your departure that you had invited the skeleton brothers to your apartment for a celebration dinner, you had surprised them with a meal of your own making. Expertly following the guide of their new diet you had imbued it with your own magic, the fact seemed to fluster the brothers for some reason, but they were unwilling to comment as to the reason why.

The evening trailed off in shared conversation, and as the hour grew late, the mood slightly sombered, it seemed like both Twilight and Dusk had something they had been meaning to confess for a while now, but it had never seemed like the right time. You had a feeling you knew what it was about - they weren't aware of just how much you knew about their past -you had been pretending to be a high ranking inspector after all, a secret as big as alternate realities wouldn't be handed off to someone as low down the hierarchy as that.

It was then that they opened up to you, a cautious whispered admission of their past sins, sins bred out of desperation and grief. In a moment of your own vulnerability you told them you knew, you knew and understood. You reassured them that it didn't change your opinion of them, you shared gentle words of encouragement, soft admissions of your own grief filled memories.

You would not judge them for their past, because you saw in them a desperate wish for a better life, a fragile hope that they could learn to become monsters capable of loving themselves.

Perhaps it was wrong, out of all the people in the world it was you who were the greatest threat to their continued existence. You realized you held their fragile future in your scarred hands, and decided to trust in the goodness in their souls.

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On May 16, 2023, Sam Altman appeared before a subcommittee of the Senate Judiciary. The title of the hearing was “Oversight of AI.” The session was a lovefest, with both Altman and the senators celebrating what Altman called AI’s “printing press moment”—and acknowledging that the US needed strong laws to avoid its pitfalls. “We think that regulatory intervention by governments will be critical to mitigate the risks of increasingly powerful models,” he said. The legislators hung on Altman’s every word as he gushed about how smart laws could allow AI to flourish—but only within firm guidelines that both lawmakers and AI builders deemed vital at that moment. Altman was speaking for the industry, which widely shared his attitude. The battle cry was “Regulate Us!”

Two years later, on May 8 of this year, Altman was back in front of another group of senators. The senators and Altman were still singing the same tune, but one pulled from a different playlist. This hearing was called “Winning the AI Race.” In DC, the word “oversight” has fallen out of favor, and the AI discourse is no exception. Instead of advocating for outside bodies to examine AI models to assess risks, or for platforms to alert people when they are interacting with AI, committee chair Ted Cruz argued for a path where the government would not only fuel innovation but remove barriers like “overregulation.” Altman was on board with that. His message was no longer “regulate me” but “invest in me.” He said that overregulation—like the rules adopted by the European Union or one bill recently vetoed in California would be “disastrous.” “We need the space to innovate and to move quickly,” he said. Safety guardrails might be necessary, he affirmed, but they needed to involve “sensible regulation that does not slow us down.”

What happened?

For one thing, the panicky moment just after everyone got freaked out by ChatGPT passed, and it became clear that Congress wasn’t going to move quickly on AI. But the biggest development is that Donald Trump took back the White House, and hit the brakes on the Biden administration's nuanced, pro-regulation tone. The Trump doctrine of AI regulation seems suspiciously close to that of Trump supporter Marc Andreessen, who declared in his Techno Optimist Manifesto that AI regulation was literally a form of murder because “any deceleration of AI will cost lives.” Vice President J.D. Vance made these priorities explicit in an international gathering held in Paris this February. “I’m not here … to talk about AI safety, which was the title of the conference a couple of years ago,” he said. “We believe that excessive regulation of the AI sector could kill a transformative industry just as it’s taking off, and we’ll make every effort to encourage pro-growth AI policies.” The administration later unveiled an AI Action Plan “to enhance America’s position as an AI powerhouse and prevent unnecessarily burdensome requirements from hindering private sector innovation.”

Two foes have emerged in this movement. First is the European Union which has adopted a regulatory regimen that demands transparency and accountability from major AI companies. The White House despises this approach, as do those building AI businesses in the US.

But the biggest bogeyman is China. The prospect of the People’s Republic besting the US in the “AI Race” is so unthinkable that regulation must be put aside, or done with what both Altman and Cruz described as a "light touch.” Some of this reasoning comes from a theory known as “hard takeoff,” which posits that AI models can reach a tipping point where lightning-fast self-improvement launches a dizzying gyre of supercapability, also known as AGI. “If you get there first, you dastardly person, I will not be able to catch you,” says former Google CEO Eric Schmidt, with the "you" being a competitor (Schmidt had been speaking about China’s status as a leader in open source.) Schmidt is one of the loudest voices warning about this possible future. But the White House is probably less interested in the Singularity than it is in classic economic competition.

The fear of China pulling ahead on AI is the key driver of current US policy, safety be damned. The party line even objects to individual states trying to fill the vacuum of inaction with laws of their own. The version of the tax-break giving, Medicaid-cutting megabill just passed by the House included a mandated moratorium on any state-level AI legislation for 10 years. That’s like eternity in terms of AI progress. (Pundits are saying that this provision won’t survive some opposition in the Senate, but it should be noted that almost every Republican in the House voted for it.)

It’s not surprising that Trumpworld would reject regulation and embrace a jingoistic stance on AI. But what happened to the seemingly genuine appetite in the industry for rules to ensure AI products don’t run amok? I contacted several of the top AI companies this week and was pointed to published blogs and transcripts from speeches and public testimony, but no executive would go on record on the topic. (To be fair, I didn’t give them much time.)

Typical of those materials was OpenAI’s policy blog. It asks for “freedom to innovate,” meaning, in all likelihood, no burdensome laws; strong export controls; and an opportunistic request for “freedom to learn.” This is a euphemistic request for Congress to redefine intellectual property as “fair use” so OpenAI and other companies can train their models with copyrighted materials—without compensating the creators. Microsoft is also asking for this bonanza. (Disclosure: I am on the council of the Authors Guild, which is suing OpenAI and Microsoft over the use of copyrighted books as training materials. Opinions expressed here are my own.)

The “light-touch” (or no-touch) regulatory camp does have an excellent point to make: No one is sure how to craft laws that prevent the worst dangers of AI without slowing the pace of innovation. But aside from avoiding catastrophic risk, there are plenty of other areas where AI regulation would not introduce speed bumps to research. These involve banning certain kinds of AI surveillance, deepfakes, and discrimination; clearly informing people when they are interacting with robots; and mandating higher standards to protect personal data in AI systems. (I admit I cheated in making that list—not by using ChatGPT, but by drawing on the kinds of AI harms that the House of Representatives would not allow states to regulate.)

Public pressure, or some spectacular example of misuse, may lead Congress to address those AI issues at some point. But what lingers for me is the about-face from two years ago when serious worries about catastrophic risk dominated conversations in the AI world. The glaring exception to this is Anthropic, which still hasn’t budged from a late October blog post—just days before the presidential election—that not only urged effective regulation to “reduce catastrophic risks” but pretty much proposed the end of times if we didn’t do it soon. “Governments should urgently take action on AI policy in the next eighteen months,” it read, in boldface. “The window for proactive risk prevention is closing fast.”

In this environment, there is virtually no chance that Anthropic will get its wish. Maybe it won’t matter: It could be that fears of an AI apocalypse are way overblown. Take note, though, that the leaders of just about every single major AI company are predicting that in a few years, we will realize artificial general intelligence. When you press them, they will also admit that controlling AI, or even understanding how it works, is a work in progress. Nonetheless, the focus is now on hastening the push to more powerful AI—ostensibly to beat China.

Chinese people have made it clear they don't want to report to robot overlords any more than we do. America's top geopolitical rival has also demonstrated some interest in imposing strong safety standards. But if the United States insists on eschewing guardrails and going full-speed toward a future that it can’t contain, our biggest competitor will have no choice but to do the same. May the best hard takeoff win.

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How LED Signage Is Revolutionising Outdoor Advertising

Summary LED signage is changing the face of outdoor advertising by offering brighter displays, lower running costs, better customization, and increased engagement. Businesses across sectors are now turning to digital signage solutions to stand out and connect with audiences more effectively. In this article, we explore how LED technology works, why it’s gaining popularity, and how it compares to traditional outdoor signage. We also discuss the growing demand for digital signage in Staffordshire and how local businesses can benefit from this shift.

What makes LED signage different from traditional signs?

Traditional signs rely on static graphics printed on materials like vinyl or metal. They’re effective but limited. Once printed, the design can’t be changed without replacing the entire sign. LED signage, on the other hand, uses light-emitting diodes (LEDs) to create dynamic content that can be updated anytime.

This technology allows businesses to show video, animations, and real-time updates. You can switch between messages, run multiple ads in rotation, or display time-sensitive offers — all from a remote device.

Why is LED signage gaining popularity?

There are a few key reasons behind the rapid rise of LED signage in outdoor advertising:

Greater visibility — LED signs are brighter and more eye-catching, even in direct sunlight.

Energy efficiency — LEDs use less power than traditional lighting, which reduces running costs.

Durability — Outdoor LED screens are built to withstand weather conditions like rain, wind, and snow.

Remote control — Content can be managed from anywhere via software, saving time and effort.

Dynamic content — Unlike static signs, LED displays can show different messages at different times of day or week.

These benefits make LED signage especially appealing to businesses that want to stay agile and competitive.

How effective is LED signage in driving engagement?

The statistics speak for themselves:

According to the Outdoor Advertising Association of America (OAAA), digital billboards increase brand awareness by 47% compared to static signs.

71% of people say they often look at roadside digital signage (Nielsen).

A study by Intel found that digital displays capture 400% more views than static signage.

This makes LED signage an excellent option for attracting attention in high-traffic areas — whether that’s a city centre, a retail park, or near a major roadway.

Where is LED signage being used?

How does LED signage improve ROI?

LED signage might seem expensive at first, but it pays off in the long run:

Low maintenance — LED lights last up to 100,000 hours, reducing repair and replacement costs.

Targeted messaging — Schedule your ads to run during peak hours for maximum exposure.

Multiple ads on one screen — Rotate different campaigns without printing new material.

Increased foot traffic — Better visibility and engagement often lead to more in-store visits.

These factors combine to offer a much higher return on investment compared to traditional signage.

Is LED signage environmentally friendly?

Yes. One of the lesser-known benefits of LED signage is its lower environmental impact:

LED lights consume 75% less energy than incandescent bulbs.

There’s no need to print and dispose of vinyl or paper graphics regularly.

Content updates are digital, cutting down on waste and transport emissions.

For businesses aiming to reduce their carbon footprint, LED signage is a smart choice.

What does installation and setup look like?

The process usually includes:

Site survey — A technician checks the location and measures dimensions.

Custom design — The digital display is tailored to fit the space and business needs.

Hardware setup — Technicians install the screen, wiring, and mounting equipment.

Software setup — Content management systems (CMS) are installed for easy control.

Training — Businesses learn how to update and schedule their content.

The process is quick and minimally disruptive. Once installed, updates are as easy as sending an email or using a phone app.

What should businesses consider before switching to LED signage?

Before investing in LED signage, think about:

Location — Is the sign in a spot with high visibility and foot traffic?

Size — Make sure it’s large enough to be seen from the intended viewing distance.

Content strategy — Plan your messages to maximise the value of dynamic content.

Compliance — Check local council rules about digital advertising screens.

Budget — Consider long-term cost savings, not just initial setup fees.

Working with an experienced signage provider ensures these points are addressed upfront.

What’s the future of outdoor advertising?

The shift to digital is accelerating. A report from MarketsandMarkets predicts the global digital signage market will grow from $20.8 billion in 2023 to $29.6 billion by 2027. LED technology will be a major driver of that growth.

We’re also seeing trends like:

Interactive signage — Touchscreens and motion sensors to boost engagement.

Real-time data — Displaying weather, news, or social media feeds.

AI integration — Personalised ads based on audience demographics or location.

Outdoor advertising is no longer about putting up a sign and hoping for the best. It’s becoming smarter, more responsive, and more powerful.

Final thoughts

LED signage is transforming how businesses approach outdoor advertising. It offers dynamic content, better visibility, lower long-term costs, and a higher return on investment. For businesses in Staffordshire looking to stay ahead, digital signage Staffordshire is more than just a trend — it’s a strategic advantage.

If you’re ready to upgrade your signage, Hardy Signs in Staffordshire (DE14 1LS) has the experience, technology, and customer-first approach to help you make a lasting impression.

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Why Investing in a Paper Bag Machine is a Smart Move in 2025

As the world moves toward sustainability and eco-conscious living, businesses across the globe are rapidly shifting from plastic to paper packaging. One of the most significant outcomes of this transition is the growing demand for paper bags — and with that, a rising interest in high-performance paper bag making machines.

At Prakash Machineries , we specialize in manufacturing fully automatic paper bag machines that are helping businesses make the smart switch. Here’s why investing in a paper bag machine is not only good for the planet but also great for your business.

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Plastic bags have become one of the biggest environmental threats in recent decades. They take hundreds of years to decompose and often pollute landfills, rivers, and oceans. In contrast, paper bags are 100% biodegradable, recyclable, and compostable. Paper bag machines enable businesses to produce eco-friendly packaging on a large scale — reducing carbon footprint and aligning with global sustainability goals.

⚙️ 2. High-Speed, Automated Production

Modern paper bag machines, like those offered by Prakash, are equipped with fully automatic systems that can produce a wide range of paper bags with minimal manual labor. Whether it’s grocery bags, shopping bags, or food delivery pouches, these machines can handle various sizes and specifications with precision and efficiency.

With outputs ranging from 100 to 400 bags per minute, these machines significantly boost productivity and help meet large-scale commercial demands.

💼 3. Business Opportunity & Market Demand

The ban on single-use plastics in many states and countries has opened up a huge market for paper bag manufacturers. From retail stores and supermarkets to restaurants and e-commerce companies — the demand is only increasing.

Starting a paper bag manufacturing unit is now seen as a profitable and future-ready business, especially with support from government initiatives promoting sustainable alternatives.

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Our paper bag machines are designed to be user-friendly, even for first-time entrepreneurs. With touchscreen controls, automatic counting systems, and durable build quality, they require minimal maintenance and training. Plus, our dedicated service team ensures smooth installation and after-sales support.

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Domino Presents New Monochrome Inkjet Printer at Labelexpo Southeast Asia 2025

Domino Printing Sciences (Domino) is pleased to announce the APAC launch of its new monochrome inkjet printer, the K300, at Labelexpo Southeast Asia. Building on the success of Domino’s K600i print bar, the K300 has been developed as a compact, flexible solution for converters looking to add variable data printing capabilities to analogue printing lines.

The K300 monochrome inkjet printer will be on display at the Nilpeter stand, booth F32, at Labelexpo Southeast Asia in Bangkok, Thailand from 8th–10th May 2025. The printer will form part of a Nilpeter FA-Line 17” hybrid label printing solution, providing consistent inline overprint of serialised 2D codes. A machine vision inspection system by Domino Company Lake Image Systems will validate each code to ensure reliable scanning by retailers and consumers whilst confirming unique code serialisation.

“The industry move to 2D codes at the point of sale has led to an increase in demand for variable data printing, with many brands looking to incorporate complex 2D codes, such as QR codes powered by GS1, into their packaging and label designs,” explains Alex Mountis, Senior Product Manager at Domino. “Packaging and label converters need a versatile, reliable, and compact digital printing solution to respond to these evolving market demands. We have developed the K300 with these variable data and 2D code printing opportunities in mind.”

The K300 monochrome inkjet printer can be incorporated into analogue printing lines to customise printed labels with variable data, such as best before dates, batch codes, serialised numbers, and 2D codes. The compact size of the 600dpi high-resolution printhead – 2.1″ / 54mm – offers enhanced flexibility with regards to positioning on the line, including the opportunity to combine two print stations across the web width to enable printing of two independent codes.

Operating at high speeds up to 250m / 820′ per minute, the K300 monochrome inkjet printer has been designed to match flexographic printing speeds. This means there is no need to slow down the line when adding variable data. Domino’s industry-leading ink delivery technology, including automatic ink recirculation and degassing, helps to ensure consistent performance and excellent reliability, while reducing downtime due to maintenance. The printer has been designed to be easy to use, with intuitive setup and operation via Domino’s smart user interface.

“The K300 will open up new opportunities for converters. They can support their brand customers with variable data 2D codes, enabling supply chain traceability, anti-counterfeiting, and consumer engagement campaigns,” adds Mountis. “The versatile printer can also print variable data onto labels, cartons, and flatpack packaging as part of an inline or near-line late-stage customisation process in a manufacturing facility, lowering inventory costs and reducing waste.”

Code verification is an integral part of any effective variable data printing process. A downstream machine vision inspection system, such as the Lake Image Systems’ model showcased alongside the K300, enables converters and brands who add 2D codes and serialisation to labels and packaging to validate each printed code.

Mark Herrtage, Asia Business Development Director, Domino, concludes: “We are committed to helping our customers stay ahead in a competitive market, and are continuously working to develop new products that will help them achieve their business objectives. Collaborating with Lake Image Systems enables us to deliver innovative, complete variable data printing and code verification solutions to meet converters’ needs. We are delighted to be able to showcase an example of this collaboration, featuring the .”

To find more information about the K300 monochrome printer please visit: https://dmnoprnt.com/38tcze3r

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How Artificial Intelligence is Transforming the Printing Industry

The printing industry is undergoing a significant transformation, thanks to the integration of artificial intelligence (AI). From automating production workflows to enhancing customer experiences, AI is helping businesses streamline operations, reduce costs, and improve efficiency. By leveraging print management software and online product designer tools, print businesses can now offer faster, more precise, and highly customized solutions.

1. AI-Driven Automation in Print Production

AI is revolutionizing the way printing businesses manage their workflows. With print management software, AI can analyze order patterns, optimize print scheduling, and reduce waste, making production processes more efficient. Automated quality control systems powered by AI can also detect errors in print files before production, ensuring high-quality output with minimal human intervention.

2. Enhancing Customer Experience with AI

Customers today expect fast, seamless, and personalized services. AI-powered chatbots and virtual assistants help printing businesses provide instant support, answering customer queries and guiding them through the ordering process. Additionally, AI-driven recommendation systems suggest the best print options based on customer preferences, improving user engagement and satisfaction.

3. Smarter Design Capabilities with AI

The integration of AI with an online product designer enables users to create stunning, print-ready designs with ease. AI can assist in:

Auto-generating design templates based on user input.

Providing real-time design feedback and error detection.

Offering intelligent color-matching and font-pairing suggestions. This ensures that even users with minimal design experience can create professional-quality prints effortlessly.

4. AI-Powered Print Marketing and Personalization

AI is enhancing print marketing by enabling hyper-personalization. Businesses can use AI to analyze customer behavior and create targeted print materials, such as direct mail campaigns customized to individual preferences. Variable data printing (VDP), combined with AI, allows businesses to produce personalized brochures, flyers, and packaging that appeal to specific audiences.

5. Predictive Maintenance for Printing Equipment

One of the biggest challenges in the printing industry is machine downtime. AI-powered predictive maintenance in print management software helps monitor the health of printing equipment, identifying potential failures before they occur. This reduces unexpected breakdowns, increases machine lifespan, and improves overall efficiency.

6. AI in Supply Chain and Inventory Management

AI-driven analytics help printing businesses optimize their supply chain by forecasting demand, tracking inventory levels, and preventing stock shortages or overproduction. This level of automation ensures smooth order fulfillment and cost savings in material procurement.

7. The Future of AI in Printing

As AI technology continues to advance, its impact on the printing industry will only grow. From real-time production monitoring to AI-powered creative tools, the future of printing will be faster, smarter, and more customer-centric. Businesses that embrace AI-driven print management software and online product designer solutions will have a competitive edge in delivering high-quality, customized printing services.

Conclusion

The integration of artificial intelligence in the printing industry is not just a trend but a game-changer. By incorporating AI-powered print management software and intuitive online product designer tools, businesses can achieve higher efficiency, reduce costs, and enhance customer satisfaction. The future of printing is smart, and AI is leading the way toward a more innovative and automated industry.

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