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Stand up for your neighbors in San Diego

In light of recent ICE raids at the Federal Courthouse and Buona Forchetta Restaurant in San Diego and in Los Angeles, and the outrageous and dangerous Republican overreaction to Los Angeles protests, it’s important for all of us to find ways to turn our grief and outrage into action for our immigrant neighbors.

ICE raids are violent and excessive, but the community stepped up to fight back and block ICE’s departure. Here in San Diego, ICE responded with military tactics, including flashbangs and smoke grenades. As we write this (Sunday afternoon, June 8), it’s unclear how the situation in Los Angeles will play out. But it’s clear that Republicans want a mass, violent confrontation with protesters, and if they can’t find the occasion, they’ll manufacture it. And Republicans want to break blue states, starting with California.

Here are some things you can do to help preserve freedom and help your neighbors, compiled from local community organizations:

The No Kings March is Sunday, June 14, at Waterfront Park in San Diego. It’s part of a national day of action. See the link, preceding for information on that event and other No Kings events elsewhere in the county and online.

Volunteer to help elect Democrat Paloma Aguirre as County Supervisor in the July 1 special election. If Aguirre loses, the County Board of Supervisors flips Republican. The Aguirre campaign is asking people to canvass and phone-bank. While the district is overwhelmingly Democratic, Republican turnout is high, making this an at-risk election for us, as Democratic Party community leader Cynara Kidwell Velazquez noted at the recent June meeting of the La Mesa-Foothills Democratic Club.

What can you do if you see harassment? Sign up for bystander intervention training by Right To Be. That organization has classes to help protect against harassment of immigrants, women, disabled people, Jews, Muslims, LGBTQIA+ people, in public spaces, online, in the workplace, and so on.

Submit a public comment to your San Diego County Supervisor by June 12 to urge them to increase funding for immigration legal services. You can also email your county supervisor directly.

Also, tell the San Diego City Council that they should be funding community services, not surveillance tech. While our neighborhoods in San Diego are in desperate need of essential services such as libraries, parks and public restrooms, the city is cutting funding for those essential services, instead spending millions of dollars on a mass surveillance system: the Flock Automatic License Plate Reader (ALPR) and “smart” streetlight cameras—wasting money and threatening our privacy and civil liberties.

According to a petition on Change.org: “Flock ALPR tries to track the public movements of every individual in San Diego, 24/7, aligning with authoritarian agendas and the concerning trend of increasing surveillance. Instead of fostering community safety through positive and supportive measures, we are being forced into a society that values monitoring over meaningful safety solutions.” Sign the petition to oppose mass surveillance now.

Further resources:

Showing Up for Racial Justice is an organization for white people working for justice. The San Diego chapter is active and will next meet June 22, at a location to be determined. Sign up for email updates. SURJ’s Linktree lists calls to action.

The Episcopal Church Office of Government Relations' Migration, Refugees and Immigration webpage is a great resource, including an immigrant action toolkit. The Episcopal Diocese of San Diego’s Migration Ministry webpage provides useful definitions, Know Your Rights info, and links to partner organizations that offer a variety of ways to help immigrants.

Mobilize US and CBFDIndivisible list events, petitions and volunteer opportunities.

Take Action for San Diego Democrats is a web page run by the county Democratic Party with information on upcoming events, supporting the Aguirre campaign, learning more about running for local office, Planned Parenthood, how to make effective protest signs and more.

I wrote this for an upcoming issue of the newsletter of the La Mesa-Foothills Democratic Club.

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Krel Tarron x Reader

Non-binary reader

SFW Scenario

It takes place during the 3below series

I'm writing all this with the translator since English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please let me know <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

🪄🐁: I will soon come with more food

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Krel was back in front of the holographic screen in his room, drumming his fingers nervously. He was determined to win the heart of his human crush, but earthling customs remained a mystery. How did humans connect emotionally without all the advanced technology and science he knew? So she had turned to "Mother" for advice.

—Mother, I need your help, —he said seriously, taking a breath.—I want to… impress a human.

The AI projected its holographic form, and Krel felt a slight flicker of discomfort as the ship's sensors analyzed his request.

—Understood, Prince Krel. I can provide suggestions on human courtship. Data shows that humans respond to certain common social stimuli. I will proceed to share a series of recommendations.

Krel nodded, looking over the list of tips that appeared before him. It seemed simple, in theory. How difficult could it be?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 1: A meaningful gift

—"A thoughtful gesture or a small gift is a way of showing appreciation between humans."

Krel frowned as he reviewed that first tip. He knew humans gave flowers and chocolates, but he wanted something more special. Something unique, something that would show how much he cared... without it being very obvious.

Determined, he spent the whole night creating a… how to describe it? A small, handmade device. It was a mix between a terrarium with a bioluminescent plant and a small gravitational field that made the object float gently. Krel thought it was impressive and was sure his crush would appreciate it.

The next day, with a big, self-satisfied grin, Krel approached them at school.

—I made this for you, —he said, holding the floating contraption in an outstretched hand. —I thought you might like it.

They looked at it, at first intrigued by the strange gift. But as soon as they took it, the plant began to emit a flickering glow that grew in intensity.

It’s so… cute! —they said, smiling at first. But as soon as the glowing plant started spinning faster and blinking wildly, their expressions changed to panic. —Is this safe?.

Before Krel could respond, the artifact began to sputter and floated too high, crashing into the ceiling of the hallway and exploding in a small burst of light.

Krel cleared his throat, trying to appear calm.

—Maybe… it needs a couple of adjustments, —he said as he picked up the remains of the device..

First attempt: disaster.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 2: Specific compliments

—"Personalized compliments create a greater emotional connection between humans."

Krel thought this advice would be easy to follow. He knew a lot about his crush. He knew they liked science and was pretty smart. So, he decided that praising their intellect would be a great move.

The next day in chemistry class, Krel sat next to her and waited for the perfect moment. As she focused on measuring a substance, Krel decided to intervene.

—Your accuracy with test tubes is… statistically astonishing, —he commented enthusiastically.

They looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or worry.

—Thanks… I think. —they replied, somewhat bewildered.

Krel decided to double down, thinking that perhaps a more specific compliment would be better.

—And the way you calculated the molar concentration of that solution… it’s almost as if you could handle mathematics at the quantum level.

Now they were clearly more confused than impressed.

—Uh… well, I learned it in class last year. —they answered, trying not to sound strange.

Krel bit his lip, realizing he might be going off on a bit of a tangent.

—What I mean is… you are very smart..

They smiled politely.

Second attempt: weird...

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 3: Be protective

—"Showing care and protection creates a sense of emotional security."

Krel was convinced that this advice would be a success. He had noticed that humans reacted positively when someone showed concern for their safety. And since he had advanced skills in protecting others, he thought it was his time to shine.

As they walked together towards the cafeteria, he saw some kids running past, clearly not paying attention to their surroundings. This is my chance, Krel thought.

With quick movements, he pulled his crush to the side, placing them behind him with exaggerated protection.

—Watch out! —he exclaimed, turning dramatically. —You could have been run over by those reckless individuals!

They stared at him, mouths agape, totally surprised.

—Krel, they were just… running, — They said, with a nervous smile.

Krel was unfazed. He was certain he had done the right thing.

—You can never be too careful. Safety first. —he replied determinedly.

They laughed softly, clearly seeing the situation as a bit exaggerated.

Third attempt: exaggerated overprotection

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tip 4: Quality time

The last tip was simpler: spend quality time together. No technology, no interruptions, just being in the moment. Krel thought this would be easy, but he underestimated how hard it would be not to use technology..

As they strolled through the park after school, Krel tried to hold a normal conversation. But soon, the silence felt awkward, and Krel began drumming his fingers, wishing he could Open your device to avoid this awkward situation.

Finally, he decided to distract himself from technology and focus all his attention on them.

—Did you know that the human brain releases dopamine during pleasant conversations? —he said, trying to start a topic that seemed interesting to him.

They looked at him, laughing softly.

—Really? That’s… good to know.

Krel nodded, glad to have steered the conversation back to a scientific topic. But then, without realizing it, he started talking about chemicals that activate dopamine in the brain… for 15 minutes straight.

By the time he realized it, they were looking at him with a mix of fascination and exhaustion.

—Krel, that was… very informative. —they said, trying to sound friendly.

Fourth attempt: excessive talk.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At the end of the day, Krel returned to his room, somewhat frustrated, and stared at "Mother's" screen, waiting for her assessment.

—Mother, how did I do it? —he asked, sighing.

—The results indicate that 45% of your attempts were successful and 55% were questionable. I recommend adjustments to your approaches.

Krel slumped back into his chair.

—Maybe… humans are more complicated than I thought.

Despite everything, they allowed themselves a small smile. Even though everything had gone a little wrong, there was something charming about his mistakes. And they… well, thay hadn't completely walked away. That was a good start.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

We all love this alien boy called Krel

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a very very very long winded ramble about mel, classism and the poor writing in arcane

Jumping off from my tags in the other post I reblogged, the way arcane ultimately fails to say anything meaningful about classism except “there are bad and good people on both sides :(“ is why I can’t take most “class-conscious” criticism about/hatred towards Mel seriously. Like if this was a show that took classism seriously within its own narrative, a lot of these arguments would have more merit but classism is unintentionally baked into the way the show is written because of the writers’ own inherent biases and poorly rendered viewpoints of systemic and structural oppression.

I’ve seen several critiques aimed at her character about her billionaire status (which is almost exclusively levied at her, and not any of the other characters that were already rich or would’ve realistically profited greatly from Hextech’s commercialization, such as Viktor and Jayce) claiming she should’ve been depicted as some cartoonishly evil villain because of it and the show did a disservice by not expounding on that…and it confuses me because there is such an easy way to show her class makes her a morally gray character without completely rewriting her personality, but like I said before, the writers did not commit to most aspects of depicting classism in a meaningful way.

I know that neoliberal gets thrown around a lot, but I’m defining it by this quote from Stanford:

“Neoliberalism holds that a society’s political and economic institutions should be robustly liberal and capitalist, but supplemented by a constitutionally limited democracy and a modest welfare state. Neoliberals endorse liberal rights and the free-market economy to protect freedom and promote economic prosperity. Neoliberals are broadly democratic, but stress the limitations of democracy as much as its necessity. And while neoliberals typically think government should provide social insurance and public goods, they are skeptical of the regulatory state, extensive government spending, and government-led countercyclical policy.”

As much as I love Mel (as much as I loved every other morally gray character in this story in s1), she is a neoliberal through and through. She is kind, she is smart, she understands politics like the back of her hand, she supports the liberation of Zaun and actively used her position on the council to “change the system from within” to help Zaunites achieve this and was staunchly against the weaponization of Hextech, but as we later see, Piltover’s “liberation” of Zaun hinges on oppressed people never responding to the violence enacted onto them with violence. It’s the veneer of liberation while Piltover maintains the upper hand because of the oppressive systems they created that Zaunites will spend generations trying to free themselves from.

This doesn’t stop Piltover from being a classist, technocratic oligarchy (“The city is governed by the Council, which is made up of members of some of Piltover's most influential Houses or individuals.”). This doesn’t stop the prejudice for Zaun baked into their culture. This doesn’t stop that Piltover is a technologically-advanced, resource rich city with access to the rest of the world while Zaun is not, and must either figure out how to establish their own access to resources, cultivate their own from almost nothing, or go through Piltover to get them. It wouldn’t stop Piltover from having an economy now shaped around Hextech, in which making synthetic crystals produces the Gray that actively disables and kills Zaunites, disregarding the environmental impact entirely. I could go on about how socioeconomically disadvantaged that Zaun would remain if they were “liberated” by the Piltover council, but all of this to say: the solution that would address the class war between Zaun and Piltover is, at its mildest, a complete reconstruction of Piltover’s society from the top down; not, as Mel advocated for, making slight adjustments within a violently oppressive system that will send police dogs to brutalize the oppressed when they get unruly.

Mel is already somebody who sympathizes with Zaunites, but her methods are ineffective in the long run, although I genuinely don’t think the writers understand that how she’s written. Her moral grayness isn’t because she “manipulated” Jayce, it’s because despite her altruism, she systemically contributes to oppression of Zaunites, especially with the hyper-production of Hextech which, even without direct weaponization, furthers the class divide and pollution in Zaun. If the writers were more aware of this, they could’ve easily written Mel as a billionaire philanthropist.

Piecing together a bunch of quotes to sum up my thoughts on how they could’ve leaned into this already established aspect of her character:

“Large-scale philanthropy is an exercise of power that is fundamentally undemocratic. Since charitable giving brings tax benefits, large-scale philanthropy can undermine the people’s will in favour of the donor’s own values. In effect, taxpayers subsidise the freedom of the rich to realise their own vision of what is good while simultaneously depriving democratically chosen programmes of valuable public funds.

The structure of philanthropy around the world is increasingly a manifestation of plutocracy – government by the wealthy. Rewarding large-scale philanthropy through tax relief and other subsidies gives the rich even more power than their wealth already provides to create a society that furthers their interests at the expense of others.

In fact, the decline of democracy and the rise of vast wealth disparities produces a looping effect: through funding political campaigns and legislative lobbying along with media management of public opinion, the rich can influence the government to protect the institutions and practices that enable them to accumulate even greater wealth. Wealth begets power and power begets wealth.

However, even if not philanthropy, such arrangements are at risk of fostering academic plutocracy. Corporations contribute millions to labs in order to promote and guide research that improves their product and enhances their likelihood of making a profit. Some would argue that this is an important part of what research universities are for. But it is also clear that this funding model incentivises research on certain topics and not others, promoting certain ends and not others.”

Many Mel fans can agree that despite how cool and bad ass she was once she discovered her powers, most of the political aspect of her character kind of…vanished. Like I mentioned in a previous post, most characters in this story are motivated by or shaped by classism because that is the primary struggle (at least at first) between Piltover and Zaun, but because the writers’ gave up on having a difficult solution to a difficult problem, so much of her (and several others) intrigue went with it.

Season 2 Mel could’ve been filled with internal turmoil between wanting to be a good person and do good things, but ultimately realizing that where she stood in society, as an ultra-rich heiress on a council of bigoted, meandering bureaucrats that only move for violence or wealth, was in direct opposition with this goal. She didn’t even have to come to this conclusion by the end of s2, but the show could’ve easily sown the seeds that this struggle existed within her, but that would necessitate that the writers understood that she is a well-meaning neoliberal trying to put a bandaid over bleeding wound of the Piltover and Zaun class war.

anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk

[marzipanandminutiae]

Marzi's Old House Supply Kit: A Non-Exhaustive List

So you've moved into an old house! Congratulations! No, no, look at me. Look in my eyes. Congratulations. You don't need smart lighting. You don't need paltry things like "showers that don't make ungodly noises if you set the water outside a very specific temperature range" or "logical staircases." Because those people who say They Built Them Sturdier Back Then is survivorship bias are wrong, lead paint is only a problem if you eat it, and your new home is basically a tank

also it might have stained glass. so basically you win

(no but seriously the Survivorship Bias argument is just like. tell me you don't live in a city with large quantities of remaining working-class 110-year-old buildings without telling me. I do. they're sturdier. end of.)

but you might need some things to make it a bit more comfortable. here's what I've found, over eight years of living in houses built 1920 or earlier

Power strips. Depending on the age of your house, it may or may not have had electricity originally. And even if it did, whoever lived there almost certainly had fewer things to plug in than the average denizen of the 2020s. There also may have been gorgeous wall sconces that some asshole heartlessly ripped out at some point, forcing you to use the hideous hateful Overhead LightTM or plug in a bunch of lamps. Either way, you're going to need to turn that single outlet in the room into several more. Hence, power strips.

(hey, I never said this list was free of my design biases. deal)

A Good Fan. You may live in a place where retrofitting with air conditioning was commonplace in the last several decades. I do not. So a good pedestal fan can make the difference between comfort and just not sleeping at all from late June to mid-September. Weirdly, I did once look at a place that was from the 1850s and had been retrofitted with central A/C, which is vanishingly rare in even urban Massachusetts. But I digress.

A stud-finder. "Marzi, you spent years of your life explaining to tourists that picture rails existed because trying to hammer nails directly into horsehair plaster and then putting weight on them did Bad Things." Yes I did. "What did you attempt to do the second week of living in your first house with horsehair plaster?" ...shut up. I used the Poltergeist Method to find solid wood- I don't know if it's actually studs or the lath or what; I'm not a builder -to hang my Lady and the Unicorn tapestry from, namely knocking on the wall until it doesn't sound hollow. You might want to go a bit quieter and more advanced. Or, if you have a picture rail, embrace the "long visible hanging wires" look. It is in fact there for a reason!

Window screens. You are actually required by Massachusetts state law to provide these to your tenants. Doesn't mean my last landlady did. And if you own your place, live in another state, or have a similarly laissez-faire building owner, you might end up needing to Bring Your Own Insect-Blocking Shield. Just make sure you've got them, one way or the other. Because see above re: fan vs. air conditioning in old houses.

WD-40. When's the last time those hinges were oiled? Potentially before television. And they WILL squeak. UPDATE I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT WD-40 IS NOT A GOOD LONGTERM SOLUTION. Find "actual oil." Not sure what the more specific name is. Good to know!

That's just what I've found needful so far, but I'm happy to update the list as required!

And you'd better believe, if I owned my own place, this would include "the name of a preservation contractor to undo all the unnecessary ~*MoDeRnIzInG*~ aesthetic bullshit the past owners did since the End of Mainstream Western House Beauty AKA 1920 (That Brief Rococo Revival In the 1930s Can Maybe Sit With Us)"

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Nurse Stacey

Stacey’s first day as an interning nurse wasn’t going well. How was she suppose to know she had to provide her own uniform? Although the rest of the girls from her class seemed to know as they were all dressed and ready for work. She knew it was somehow Bree’s, her bitchy classmate, fault.

Bree was clearly jealous of Stacey’s innate smarts and aptitude for the job but Bree also made it no secret that she was studying to become a nurse just so she could sink her claws into the richest doctor available. She didn’t want anyone taking any spotlight away from her in anyway so constantly set Stacey up to fail.

However Bree had ‘modified’ her uniform to make it so eyes were always on her anyway. Her tight uniform showed as much skin as was possible under the rules, so bullying Stacey at this point was just a bonus. By lunchtime on her first day Stacey was pulled aside by the head doctor, Lawrence, and told she needed to find a uniform that was white and red like everyone else’s by end of day otherwise she would be let go.

“I’m sorry Stacey but I’ve had complaints from some of the other interns that you aren’t taking your time here very seriously and it’s reflecting poorly on them so please find something appropriate to wear otherwise I’ll have to give you a failing grade.” He said leaving her alone to fume. Her? Inappropriate? Bree was the one with the ‘modified’ uniform, her tits practically dripping out.

“But by the end of day? How can I possibly do that with the rest of my work?” Stacey said to herself after Lawrence walked away.

“Maybe you should use your lunch hour, god knows you could lose a few pounds.” Bree said cruelly chiming in.

Stacey stormed into the locker room to try and find some nurse scrubs, even dirty ones but came up empty. Frustrated she banged against the lockers but felt them shake more than normal against the wall. That’s when she realized they weren’t up against a wall, but a door. Curious, she pulled out the set of lockers to reveal the door. It had been painted over but it was clearly a door and even had a name plate too.

Sliding the plate off she scratched and chipped away at the paint until it revealed it read ‘Head Nurse’. It was only then that she realized that the hospital didn’t have a head nurse. It wasn’t unusual for a hospital not to have one but it certainly was strange for a hospital to have an office for one that didn’t exist. However Stacey also realized that this may be the solution to her problems. Any good head nurse would have a spare change of scrubs in case of emergency.

Pushing the paint covered door hard enough until it gave in, Stacey fell inside to find a long forgotten and dusty room. It was sparsely decorated and had little furniture. What furniture it did have was odd. For example it had a rather plush looking bed and velvety sofa. It looked more like a room to entertain than one to work in but her eyes were soon drawn to a clothes mannequin in the corner. This would be what she needed.

However as she got closer to it she saw that the outfit was far from what she expected. Instead it looked like some sort of slutty Halloween version of a nurses outfit. It was made of white and red spandex and was incredibly short and looked like she wouldn’t be able to breath in it despite it’s flexibility. Stacey would never wear such a thing even as a joke let alone for work but as the end of the day was looming she realized it was her last hope. If nothing else it could buy her time to get a proper uniform after work somewhere.

Stripping down to her underwear she eyed the outfit and realized that she would need to be totally naked to squeeze into it. Locking the door to the office she then removed the last of her clothes and stood for a moment looking at her reflection in the large mirror in the corner.

She was by no means ugly but she was certainly out of shape and unkempt looking. She just never had time to work out and primp herself due to all her studying. She had sacrificed a lot to be where she was and now she was on the brink of losing it because of some gold digging jealous bitch. Her anger spurred her on. She pulled the outfit off the mannequin and held her breath as she slipped into it and zipped it up.

It was the tightest thing she had ever worn and yet she didn’t feel uncomfortable. There was a certain safety she felt by having it close to her skin and yet at the same time it felt as though she were naked. It gave her a weird sense of power, like the outfit was a kind of armour. Taking a moment she looked at herself in the mirror and strangely didn’t think she looked silly as she thought she might have. She didn’t feel shy or reserved either, she felt sexy. Even the antiquated hat looked good on her.

“Wow a head nurse wearing this? I imagine all all the staff were eating out of the palm of her hand, especially the hunky doctors looking like this.” She said to herself in admiration of the previous owner of the outfit. She felt light headed wearing it, like she didn’t have a care in the world which she quickly put down to the outfit cutting down on the blood circulation. It wasn’t tight everywhere however as the outfit was clearly meant for someone with a much larger cup size.

“Even though I don’t fill it out perfectly I think this should keep me from being fired today.” She said to herself preparing to leave but suddenly hearing a voice in her head.

“Fired? Who would dare fire the head nurse?” The voice purred in her mind.

“W-who said that?” Stacey said looking around seeing no one.

“Why me of course, your uniform. I am designed specifically for the head nurse. That’s you of course, correct?” The voice replied. Stacey thought she was losing her mind. Maybe the uniform was cutting off more blood to her brain than she thought.

“Eh yes I’m Stacey, the new, eh, head nurse.” Stacey replied trying to humor her own delusion.

“Stacey? No no no that won’t do, that’s not commanding enough. No you will be Anastasia from now on. Now let me get started.” The voice continued.

“Started with w-?” Stacey began but suddenly felt an intense heat begin in her stomach and reverberate outward. However it wasn’t unpleasant and in fact was quite pleasing making her involuntarily moan.

“Whhhhaaaaat arrrreee youuuuu doooooing?” Stacey groaned as the feeling intensified.

“Why I’m remaking your body of course, didn’t you read your head nurse contract? It’s standard procedure for all new head nurses to undergo a bitchification process. You need to be strong and tough to have this job after all.” The voice said matter of factly.

Stacey felt the uniform crunch in her stomach and her body moulded to its sleek and curvy contours. Her hips flared out, her butt became plump while her waist shrank. It felt good.

And yet she knew what was happening was wrong, she wasn’t the head nurse and pretending to be one would only land her in hot water. She needed to take off the uniform even if it was the more pleasurable thing she had ever felt.

“Noooo stop, this isn’t right. I’m not the head nurse.” She groaned while the changes continued. Hot red nails shot out from the ends of her fingers as her lips inflated into soft kissable pillows. Her tits grew bigger and bigger until it felt as though they’d rip the uniform.

“Of course, it’s perfectly normal to feel that way during this process but the next phase should put you at ease.” The uniform replied to her in words and then in actions as Stacey suddenly felt a barrage of information be thrown at her mind.

Expert medical advice was downloaded in an instant to her mind, knowledge that would have taken a lifetime to learn was suddenly as simple to her as two plus two. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad she thought to herself, she could make a real difference with a mind like hers now.

Just as she was having this altruistic thought, however, she heard bitchy mantras and creeds echo in her head.

Profits over people.

Power is Queen, the Queen will have power.

Serving the hospital so you will be served.

Greed, beauty, excess, fear.

They repeated over and over again in her mind, it was clear that the head nurse wasn’t there to help the patients, she was meant to help the hospital. Stacey was disgusted but the more she heard the words the more she was nodding along. She tried to resist but the conditioning was too strong.

She didn’t want to become a bitch but the temptation was getting hard to deny. Why should she have to work so hard when sluts like Bree walked all over her. Thinking about what a spoilt bitch Bree was ironically sealed Stacey’s fate. Knowing she’d have the power to command Bree to do whatever she said made Stacey unbearably wet. She wanted that more than anything.

“Yeesss you’re right, I was just doubting myself. That’ll never happen again. Insecure nurse Stacey is dead, confident, gorgeous head nurse Anastasia has arrived.” She purred with a new bitchy tone. She expected the uniform to reply but it said nothing. Having completed its job it went back into a dormant state.

Anastasia meanwhile walked over to the upright mirror and took in her new form. She looked every bit the wet dream she felt. Her outrageous beauty was complemented by her steely cold gaze, a duo that would give her the ultimate power over the staff and patients of HER hospital.

However she needed to make it official and there was one person she knew who could rubber stamp her new position and she would make it so he would beg her to be head nurse.

The next morning, the staff of the hospital were gathered outside Lawrence’s office after being summoned there 20 minutes ago. They weren’t certain but some could have sworn that they heard grunting, moaning and spanking.

Bree arrived with her cohort just as Lawrence exited his office, with his tie askew. Bree looked around and was happy to see Stacey not present.

“Guess poor Stacey didn’t find any spare uniforms. Such bad timing that we had offered to wash all the spares this morning, we could have given her one.” Bree smirked satisfied to herself as her friends giggled knowingly.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I’ll make this brief. I’m proud to announce that starting today we have a long over due position returning. The position of head nurse!” Lawrence declared and the staff broke out into a murmur.

Bree and her friends broke into an excited chatter. This could be the stepping stone Bree needed to bag herself a rich doctor. If she became Head Nurse she would work intimately with the upper crust of the hospital. Sure there were more senior nurses but she had a way of getting what she wanted.

“After a long decision process I have decided to fill the position with one of our newest nurses. I know this might irk some of the senior staff but I believe a new position needs new blood.” Lawrence said and Bree felt his eyes land on her. Could she be getting her wish so soon? Of course, there was no other answer.

“So will you all please welcome your new head nurse, Anastasia.” Lawrence announced loudly as a brunette beauty strode out from his office. The staff were completely gobsmacked by the reveal of Anastasia, clad in the tightest uniform they had ever seen.

“Now that is no way to great your new head nurse, is it? Applaud. ” Anastasia said with a long stare that sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Slowly they began to clap and Anastasia basked in their fearful reverence.

“Now Anastasia will get reacquainted with everyone over the next few days but for now back to work.” Lawrence said and looked over to Anastasia for an approving look but finding only her cold withering stare. Nevertheless he became aroused and quickly left to do his rounds along with most of the staff. Most except Bree and her gang.

“You might have Lawrence fooled with these fake tits, and slutty makeup but I know you’re still a loser Stacey and I’ll have your job by the end of the week.” Bree said defiantly. Anastasia smiled at her unnervingly and slowly clopped over to her in her high heels. As tough as Bree fronted she soon cowered before her new head nurse as she was backed into a corner with her friends.

“That’s head nurse Anastasia worm. You can be as insolent as you like but I now control your passing grades. If you don’t do exactly as I say I’ll fail you, all of you, and blacklist the lot of you from working in any hospital in this country. No job, no hot doctors, no life of luxury.” She said bearing down on the frightened young women.

“But follow me, learn from me and I’ll recommend you as Head Nurses to our sister locations. They’ll be some ‘training’ involved of course but you’ll earn yourself a uniform like mine and the power that comes with it. Understood?” Anastasia said in a cold purr that had all of Bree’s friends nodding enraptured.

“Good. Now off you go, training begins tomorrow.” Anastasia said standing back and allowing the women to escape. But yet again, Bree stood in rebellious rage.

“Screw you slut, my daddy is rich and is on the board of the hospital, if you think your theatrics intimidate me you-” Bree began but was quickly silenced by Anastasia who grabbed the girl by her neck and lifted her off the floor with ease, the uniform granting her super human strength.

“Silence, I heard just about enough of you. I know about your daddy and the power he had over the hospital. Who do you think gave Lawrence the go ahead for my promotion? Your daddy is under my thumb now and he will do exactly as I command, something you’re going to learn to do starting now.” Anastasia cackled as she dragged the young nurse to her office and threw her to the floor.

“Now loser you’re going to clean this place too to bottom. I want all this dust gone by the end of day, if you don’t consider your future as a nurse ended.” The bitchy head nurse said smirking down at Bree.

“By the end of day? How can I possibly do that with the rest of my work?” Bree said to Anastasia who just looked at her as if she were an ant.

“Maybe you should use your lunch hour, god knows you could lose a few pounds.” Anastasia said smirking cruelly at Bree.

THE END

[folkwhorefemme]

about hayden aubree callow 🍀

inspirations : annie cresta (thg), megan bloomfield (But I’m a cheerleader), hachi (Nana), wanda maximoff (marvel)

her backstory + precrash hayden .☘︎ ݁˖

hayden grew up a middle class family, her parents got divorced when she was five, and hayden doesn’t have many fond memories of her father but she’s repressed most of her childhood. Hayden, her little brother and her mom ended up moving into a mildly shitty apartment a little outside of city limits. her mom had to work two jobs and because of that, Hayden had to be a secondary caregiver to her brother and even though at the time she was mad about it at the time, after she got older she started to understand that her mom was trying her best, and her mother felt extremely guilty that her daughter had to grow up so fast and help take care of alex (her brother) but it was the only way she could afford to keep everything paid & food in the house.

Hayden joined the soccer team after her mom suggested it, she was beginning to isolats herself and her mom wanted to find something for her to do before it became worse, while Hayden was apprehensive at first, she ended up loving it and it gave her a goal to work on; getting to nationals. Hayden started using most of her free time to practice, and tried her best to be friends with all of the girls; she was thrilled just to be included. When she first joined, Misty was the first to talk to her and they became fast friends; Hayden thought she was a sweetheart and she didn’t understand why everyone else was mean to her. Hayden and Jackie were kind of friends out of mutual politeness, they’re interactions seemed to be just out of social protocol like, the basic “how are you” and all, this wasn’t out of any malice, they just didn’t have alot in common but both wanted to be friendly towards the other. Hayden would also occasionally try to help Jackie during pep talks when she noticed she was struggling.

some fun facts ! + about her personality:)

hayden’s dream wedding would be at the louvre ; she doesn’t think its in the realm of possibility but.

she took acid a few separate times, it never ended well but it made her feel good so she tried it twice more. didn’t go well

Hayden dreams of traveling and exploring the world with Misty, she has always dreamed of getting out of New Jersey and moving to France, or just out of New Jersey period.

she tends to come across as aloof to her teammates, and fluctuates between being too quiet or too chatty; shes quiet until shes given a reason to speak.

She’s practical, reasonable and mature, and shes level headed in stressful situations, even though she’s clearly panicking she tries her best to find a solution. Shes also smart in certain subjects — such as literature & survival skills. Hayden’s biggest flaw is that she generally sees the good in everyone she meets and is willing to help them no matter what shows, even when she shouldn’t.

While Hayden has no problem standing up for other people; she has great difficulty with standing up for herself and never says a word of complaint, even if others treat her badly, because she believes that she doesn’t deserve any kindness for herself. She frequently describes herself as melodramatic and feels almost detached from her surface-level “practical and mature” personality, she hates being the responsible one but she’s to afraid to do things that would shift that perception of her.

her favorite musicians are fleetwood mac, kate bush & the cardigans.

she was raised catholic; shes not as religious as laura lee but its something important to her, praying for her & the people she cared for always provided her comfort, even if she was questioning if it actually mattered.

Hayden and Laura Lee were kind of close, like i said, hayden wasn’t extremely religious but she was raised catholic so, occasionally she would go to church with Laura Lee to make her happy. Laura Lee also would always bond with her brother, and Hayden loved having her around. When the plane explodes Hayden experiences immense grief, she wants to scream but nothing comes out, she begins hyperventilating and Misty has to distract her and help her calm down so she wouldn’t have a panic attack or something. This begins the end of Hayden’s optimism, before she was trying to hold out hope, she refused to let herself think about the what ifs and instead tried to stay focused on the present, but she becomes depressed after this and begins worrying herself to death about what happens if anyone else dies, and she starts becoming more anxious when anyone leaves the cabin.

[maxdibert]

This one guy communist said that feminism (all, intersectional, radical you name it) is white supremacist and doesn’t provide any solution and that women aren’t oppressed like black people are, since women can be of any race, nationality etc. Idk what he meant but he pissed me off, cuz he just said all that while trying to look all smart. Apparently calling women b**** is not harmful at all too. And that feminism is anti-women. I tried making sense of him, but he said a lot of contradictions and talked super fast so I couldn't catch up. I'm a bit of a dummy too.

First of all, ladies, I made it a rule a long time ago to not give a single damn about what any man has to say about feminism. I don’t argue with men about this topic. I’m not the least bit interested in their opinions, especially when their opinions are just a bunch of bullshit. Sorry, but I did the whole educational outreach thing with dudes for long enough, and I got tired of it. One day I just said, you know what? I don’t care. Whether men approve of feminism or not is completely irrelevant to me. If they genuinely want to make the effort to understand it, then great—doors open. If they don’t want to understand or just want to question it, then they can go cry to their mothers because I’m not here to deal with them. No one’s paying me for that.

Secondly, if this person is saying what they’re saying in that way, then clearly they’re completely confused—and honestly, that’s to be expected. Regardless of political leaning, most guys with fragile masculinity issues have a hard time dealing with feminism and will latch onto any pseudo-intellectual argument to validate their conspiracy theories. Feminism (like any political and philosophical theory) has many branches, viewpoints, and political positions. Radfems often say there’s only one feminism, but that’s like saying there’s only one Marxism, when we all know that from a basic political theory, countless interpretations and models have emerged to shape different ideas of state, society, and social rights.

Bourgeois feminism is indeed pretty supremacist. The kind of feminism that’s all “women in power, I’m Taylor Swift, I make millions, I fly private jets and don’t do shit for anyone except maybe make things easier for my rich friends”—yeah, that’s classist and not really helpful for everyday people. But bourgeois feminism exists. So does the kind of feminism that ignores how gender isn’t the only issue women face—because gender intersects with so many other factors, like social class, race, environment, and sexual orientation. There are layers that impact gender, and they can make one woman’s life much harder than another’s.

You can’t compare Emma Stone to just any white girl from your neighborhood, because Emma Stone is miles above economically and socially. And at the same time, you can’t deny that that white girl from your neighborhood probably has it a lot easier (despite whatever hardships she might face as a woman) than a migrant woman of color from the same area. Feminism explores that too—there’s Black feminism, minority feminism. But of course, some clueless dude obsessed with becoming the next Lenin so he can sleep with every girl in his damn union is going to come up with whatever crappy excuse he can to reject a movement that say Hey, if we girls have problems, we talk about them among ourselves—and men don’t get a say in that, because they’re not needed.

And honestly, I’ve heard guys like that a thousand times before. I grew up with them in political groups. I practically have a PhD in not giving a single shit about them.

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[yooopii]

apologies, apologies MDNI

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female!reader

wc: 3,640

co-written with @ems_tpwk!!

During a mission, you ignore your sergeant’s orders. Back at base, you provide him with an apology in return.

“Shit– They're gaining ground on us!”, your radio shrieked. You and Gaz were behind a collapsed wall, taking cover as bullets whipped right by their heads. Price was in another building with Ghost and Soap flanking him. To say the pain radiating off your entire body was bad would be an understatement. More like excruciating. You could feel bruises blooming on your thighs, arms, chest, and even on the side of your head. The mission wasn't going as planned, defending a military base and then getting out. It was supposed to be easy, especially with five heavily trained SAS soldiers, who passed top of their class. Even though, you called in backup as the five of you were losing the fight fast. Your brain was scrambling to find a solution to this, and it couldn't find a safe way out.

Gaz had a nagging gut feeling that you would use one of your stupid and dangerous ideas, and had already given you an order not to do any of them. He wasn't about to risk your life over a dumbass suggestion. He assumed you would ask for cover while focusing on one enemy, instead, you didn't give warning before you reloaded your gun and quickly retreated from your position into the clear to shoot at the hostiles, uncovered. As you filed multiple rounds into their vests, arms, and heads, you heard Gaz’s booming voice through the radio, yelling at you to stop and get back to position immediately. As your mind was preoccupied with something else, you didn't pay attention to his orders. When you did, you heard that he wanted you back where you were, in position, covered.

The hostiles fell like dominoes as you fired through them, bullets dropping on the floor with a sharp, high-toned noise. You stopped shooting as the last one fell, and lowered your gun slightly, which was smoking and almost orange-colored from the heat of the bullets. You breathed heavily, looking at your sergeant, who had a concerned and irritable expression on his face.

You quickly looked away and called for Price’s status on their building, feeling your face heat up with a blush as moments passed. The radio responded with a quick and stern “clear”. You nod to yourself as Gaz retreats from his position, and it's clear that he has something to say. He doesn't act on it and speaks into the radio. “Approaching extraction point now” Gaz speaks up as he starts walking at a quick pace toward and up the staircase, expecting you to follow suit behind him. You follow from a safe distance as you rendezvous at the heli point. As you both approach the roof, the rest of the team gives you looks. You stop right next to Gaz, the irritation on his face clear. They all turn to you for an answer, confused about why he seems so ticked off.

You shifted uncomfortably as you tried to voice what happened, Gaz glaring daggers at you to tell the entire story. As you did, Nikolai landed the heli and you all got on, as you continued your story nonstop. As you were finishing up your story with a quiet voice, you could hear Soap and Price mumbling to themselves about the same thing Gaz did- a stupid fucking idea. Ghost spoke up, his voice a little raw from all the commands yelled into the radio from earlier.

“We all know that wasn’t a smart idea, what you did back there, Y/N.” The way he was standing outside of the light filtering into the helicopter, only the whites of his eyes and his mask showing made him seem like a real ghost. “We all trust that you won’t do that again. No matter what orders you are given, or which you aren’t.” He glanced at Garrick at that last part, noting he ordered you multiple times to retreat back into position.

“Y/N, disobeying orders from and squad member is against protocol training.” Price added, stepping closer to the both of you who were sitting down. “You will be given disciplinary orders when we get back to base,” His gaze flicked to you, with a spiteful and annoyed glint in his eyes. “Which may include saying out of missions until monitored and approved to return.” You noticed Gaz shifted uncomfortably as Price spoke of the punishments, but you played it off by thinking he was just uncomfortable and wanted to take a shower or something.

Stepping out of your captain's office was relieving, and you let out a sigh that you didn't realize you were holding in. Holding the booklets of papers you needed to read through though? Not exactly. You pressed the back of your head on the door as you sighed, and you finally faced the hole in your chest for your sergeant. He saw you risk yourself, your life, for no reason. The bare minimum would be to apologize.

Standing up straight and stepping out of the hallway, you went straight for the barracks. You passed countless doors before staring at the gold sign, plastered with his name, “KYLE GARRICK”. Knocking on the door, keeping the booklet behind you hidden, you hold your breath. Was he even in there? Would he even hear you out? You don't know if you'd survive that much embarrassment.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you saw the door handle jiggle, then open. You glanced up at the man who opened the door, with a broad chest with arms crossed in front. He didn't seem happy at all to see you, and you held your tongue before anxiety got the best of you.

“I- uhm… Kyle, I need to apologize for what I did today. I should've obeyed your orders, and I should not have done that. I won't risk myself like that in the future, I swear on my life.” Stumbling over your words was a sure way to get him to accept your apology, great job. Your face felt hot and red, as you felt the booklet of papers get wet from your sweaty palms.

“Really now? Maybe it's too late for an apology.” His face was blank, and he seemed bored and out of it. He was very obviously annoyed by your presence, but you needed to salvage your friendship with him in one way or another. As you glanced up at his face, you noticed his face got softer. Considerable softer, for someone whos supposed to be very pissed off at you.

“I don't think I overreacted for what you did, Y/N… but I forgive you. Just don't try that shit again, alright? Come on in.” His voice carried around you like a warm hug, and you broke into a huge grin as you capture him into a tight hug. His chuckles reverberated through you, as he grabbed you by your inner thighs to pull you up. He held you with one arm, holding you like a sack of potatoes as he shut the door with you pressed up against it. You could hear the little “click” of the lock. His face was right up to yours, and you could feel his breath on your face, your noses almost touching.

“Would you mind showing me how sorry you are, my love?”

You could feel his hand snake up your thigh, teasing you through your pants. Looking at where his hand was placed, where it was pulling you closer, you nod. Gaz grins, his hand riding up your leg to under your shirt where they run over the fabric of your bra, which in turn rubs against the sensitive skin of your breast, and eventually to your nipple. 

You bite your lip to stop moans spilling out of your mouth as his fingers softly rub against your sensitive skin, his eyes trained on yours as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear that just keep getting you wetter and wetter and wetter. As he pressed his midriff to your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. You held his shoulders, loosing your grip as his hands managed to take off his shirt, and then yours. Your hands slid down the soft skin of his chest, which was littered with scars, little pepperings of curly chest hair, and cut with muscles galore.

It was obvious he was holding back with you, but you weren’t having any of it. Your hands slid up his chest, to his neck then to the sides of his head where your fingers were tangled in the short, black curls on his head. His brown eyes glinted with lust, as you stared deep into them.

“Kyle. Stop with that bullshit and fuck me.” You barely finished your sentence before he kissed you roughly, his tongue sliding against yours as you held his head. Your smile grew against his face as you felt the stubble of a mustache tickle into your top lip. The little scars on his lips, and the taste of the mint toothpaste he always used.

As you pulled apart, you realized he had moved you to his bed, where he had left you on the edge with your legs splayed open. He dropped to his knees and looked up at you with needy, lust-filled eyes. You broke into another goofy smile and nodded, and you could feel his hands already going to town on your belt and cargoes. He pulled them down, staring at your pink panties which already had an obvious wet spot on them.

You leaned onto your elbows to watch him, giving you a perfect view of him and how he was staring at you with hooded eyes, and how he bit his bottom lip with anticipation when he thought about your aching cunt. In a heartbeat, he had pulled down your panties and they were on the floor, fallen somewhere. 

You were too busy thinking about how handsome he looked in between your knees, to not realize his head was already in between your legs until you felt his hair tickling your belly button, his nose nudging your clit. You held in a moan, threading your fingers into his hair, to find any bit of purchase.

He licked a stripe up your cunt, slick collecting on the tip of his tongue as he licked right curled on your clit. He moaned at the taste of you; before taking the small bud in his mouth and sucking as he swallowed all the juices you had made. 

The way the stubble on his upper lip tickled you down there, it was breathtaking. His hands had curled around your legs, pulling you impossibly closer to his face as little whimpers left his mouth, sending vibrations right to your brain. The smell of arousal made the air in the room thick, and your moans got louder and louder as you chased your high.

The sly man in between your thighs removed one of his hands holding your thighs, to go under his chin to tease your tense hole. He let go of your clit, just to lick your cunt again. He spat on your hole, your knees fluttering from the sudden feeling. His fingers worked their way into your hole, your walls fluttering about his thick, calloused fingers. You clenched around them, softly moaning as they went deeper into you.

"Fuck darling, you’re so tight for me..”

As he flattened his tongue out, he pressed it on your clit as he just barely moved it from side to side. The coil inside of you just got tighter and tighter, abdomen flexing and pulling taut. Your legs shook, almost seeing new constellations. The pleasure was overwhelming, and your moans could’ve made you star in a porno with the way he was eating you out. His fingers curled into that gummy spot, making that coil snap in half, and making you come.

You practically screamed as he didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers as you came, your slick being pushed in and out from his relentless fingers. You were panting as he pulled back, watching as he licked his fingers with a pussydrunk smile on his face. He had seemed like he just ate the best meal money could buy, and he didn’t seem mad about it.

“Garrick.. god, fuck, my lord.” In the midst of having your soul sucked out of you, he had unzipped his cargoes, slipping them off as he grabbed his cock. He was staring at you with hooded eyelids over closet eyes, as he fisted his length as soft whimpers left his mouth. You both got up, and your eyes widened at the size of him that was right in front of you. He was long and big, with a dark pink tip, and chances were you wouldn’t be able to fit him all.

He smirked as you stared at the sheer size of him, watching as bubbles of precome slip out of his slit. You watched it bob and glanced up at Kyle before moving to your knees. You replaced his hand with yours, pumping his length a few times before leaning down and taking the tip in your mouth.

His pre-come tasted oddly salty, but you could care less. You sucked on it a bit, before taking him deeper, getting half his length down your throat. You were almost gagging, but you continued until you physically couldn’t take more. You held the rest with your free hand, the other finding purchase on his thigh. You bounced your mouth once, twice, and thrice up and down, tears pricking the back of your eyes. His hands tangled into your hair, his fingers softly massaging your scalp as your tongue rubbed under him.

You closed your eyes as you bottomed out, holding back your gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Your hands were holding onto his thighs as you sucked as best you could, staying there until tears fell and you needed more air. You pulled back, a hand going to replace your mouth as you regained yourself. You put him right back into your mouth, the free hand going down to the base to carefully massage his balls, making him curse, his abs tighten and his breath quicken. You quickly pulled back, opening your mouth with a pop as his tip rested on your tongue, coating your mouth with his come.

The corners of your mouth pulled up as he threw his head back, the view from where you were was majestical. You stare at him as you snake a hand down your body, slipping them into your newly slicked folds. You rub your clit as you watch him recover, staring right back at you.

You’re about to speak when he presses his lips to yours roughly, hands sliding to your hips as he pushes you, making you fall back on the bed. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rough either. Your hands wrap around the base of his neck as the kiss deepens, his hands beginning to wander up and down your chest, from your shoulder down to your lower abdomen. They start drifting to your back, going up slightly till you feel his hands undo the clasp on your bra. It undoes, and he quickly pulls it off to the side.

You reached down and pulled his cargoes most of the way off, your legs helping the rest of the way as they fall pretty much to his ankles. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue mingles with yours, the familiar taste of cigarettes creeping into your mouth. His hands drift to your breasts, going from palming them to squeezing as his thumb runs across your nipple every so often, making you shudder.

He breaks the kiss quickly to reach a hand over to his nightstand drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, you watch in pure lust and admiration as he effortlessly rolls it onto himself. You're surprised you aren't drooling at this point with the way you're looking at him. His cock rests in your inner thigh, dragging his dick up and down your slick folds.

You could tell that he was taking his sweet ass time enjoying this, and as much as you were too, you couldn't wait any longer. You break the kiss to speak, “ Kyle, I swear to god, if you don't fuck me right now this instant I’m gonn-” You're cut off by a sharp inhale and gasp as he pushed into you with no warning, one thrust was all it took to be fully inside of you, as he waited for your walls to adjust to his size before he started to slowly move.

You whined out as he was going detrimentally slow, your nails making red lines down his back as your hips bucked in need of more. He can sense you’re about to protest about his speed, a smirk falling on his face as he slams into you with so much force you get pushed further to the headboard, the bedframe creaking.

Involuntary moans and small whimpers are spilling out of your lips as his thrusts get faster and more harsh. Your nails sink into his broad shoulders, your arching back pushing your two stomachs together. “Oh my god.” 

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N..” he murmurs into the crook of your neck as he keeps his pace. His lips press against your collarbone, kissing up your neck until they meet yours and they crush together in a mind-numbing kiss. If his rough thrusts didn’t make you feel like jello, that kiss surely did. He removes the hand that was gently massaging your breasts and slowly trails it down between your mingled bodies, pressing a firm thumb against your swollen clit as he rubs it in small circles until your back arches as much as his chest will let you. You have no choice but to stop your end of the kiss as you can’t keep your jaw from opening slightly in pleasure. 

He hums against your parted lips. his lips drift down to the spot on your neck right under your ear as he whispers breathlessly, “You gonna come all over my cock, Y/N? Cmon, give it to me…” as those words leave his lips your entire body tightens and you let out soft curses and moans as you mumble his name almost incoherently as your orgasm hits you like a truck. 

His soft lips press a small kiss on your forehead before grabbing your hips and flipping you over to where you’re now laying on top of him, his cock still hard and desperate as he stays buried to the hilt inside of you. 

"That was...”, you pant. "You are...Did you finish?"

“Not yet my love. m’ wanna watch you ride me..” He pants slightly as he gives you the slightest cheeky smile. Your eyes glimmer and a light smirk crawls onto your lips at his words. 

You sit up from his chest so you‘re now straddling his waist as your hands brace on his abs. You then slowly pull up on his dick, then at the same pace you slide yourself down achingly slow on his dick, taking every inch as you let out the faintest moan as your head tosses back. You continue the process lifting yourself up and down at a steady pace, not to tire yourself out too quickly as you feel his muscles flex under the weight of your palms. 

He tries to keep control and let you keep your pace but he can’t hold it in anymore. His hips snap up to meet every single one of your downward thrusts. you fall forward onto his chest as you mutter breathlessly, “Oh god..fuck right there…” He bucks his hips up, going a bit faster than your original pace as your hips still match his every thrust. 

You spit out incoherent mumbles as your thighs begin to burn and shake. You go to warn him about your quickly approaching high, but you’re too late as your entire body convulses and you instinctively bury your face in his neck to conceal your moans and whines as you come. He lets out strings of groans and curses mingled with your name as he finishes alongside you, keeping your body tightly pressed to his chest. 

After a few seconds of heavy pants and sighs he carefully flips you over so he’s back on top of you and pulls out slowly not to hurt you or make you more sensitive. He reaches a hand down and discards the used condom, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before moving off of you and the bed, walking to the bathroom to get a towel. 

He comes back to the bed and parts your legs slightly, wiping you down. Your knees involuntarily twitch inward in sensitivity. He smiles and gives a light chuckle as he continues wiping you down. After he’s finished he tosses the towel aside and looks for your scattered clothing. 

You maneuver yourself upward into a sitting position as he hands you your clothing. You smile up at him and start to get dressed not with everything you came in, but to where you aren’t fully naked. He does the same thing and then climbs into bed next to you, pulling you flush against his chest. you bury your head into his chest as you smile. 

“Was that a good enough apology?” You look up at him, your eyes slightly droopy from your previous experience, giving him a sleepy smile. He returns the expression, looking down at you with the same smile. “the best one you could’ve possibly given.” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

thank you all for reading!!

[enzaelectric]

Common Electrical Issues That a High-Quality Current Transformer Can Prevent

In today’s fast-paced industrial world, electrical reliability is more crucial than ever. A small error in current measurement can lead to serious system failures, downtime, and costly repairs. This is where high-quality current transformers (CTs) make a huge difference. But what exactly can a superior CT prevent? Let’s dive in.

What Is a Current Transformer?

A current transformer (CT) is an essential device used to measure alternating current (AC) by producing a scaled-down, manageable current for meters, relays, and other instruments. It enables safe monitoring and accurate metering in high-voltage environments, protecting both equipment and personnel.

Common Electrical Problems a High-Quality CT Can Prevent

1. Overloading and Equipment Failure

Problem: Without accurate current measurement, systems can easily become overloaded, causing motors, transformers, and cables to overheat.

How a CT Helps: A precision CT ensures real-time, reliable current monitoring. It detects overcurrent conditions immediately, allowing protective relays to trip and prevent expensive equipment damage.

2. Inaccurate Energy Billing

Problem: Incorrect current readings can lead to wrong billing, causing businesses to either overpay for energy or face disputes with utilities.

How a CT Helps: High-accuracy CTs provide precise energy data for billing and cost allocation, especially critical in commercial complexes, factories, and power plants.

3. Protection Relay Malfunction

Problem: If a CT delivers incorrect signals, protection relays may not operate during faults, leading to extended damage and system blackouts.

How a CT Helps: Reliable CTs ensure protection relays receive the correct fault current levels, enabling fast and accurate circuit isolation.

4. Short Circuits Going Undetected

Problem: A minor fault can escalate into a full-blown short circuit if the protection system doesn’t detect it early.

How a CT Helps: Quality CTs capture even small fault currents, triggering alarms or shutdowns before damage spirals out of control.

5. Phase Imbalance Issues

Problem: Imbalanced phases cause excessive heating, motor inefficiency, and damage to sensitive equipment.

How a CT Helps: High-precision CTs monitor each phase accurately, enabling detection of phase unbalance conditions early and preventing system inefficiencies.

6. Harmonic Distortions and Power Quality Problems

Problem: Harmonic distortions interfere with the performance of sensitive equipment and reduce the overall power quality.

How a CT Helps: Specialized CTs can detect abnormal waveform distortions, enabling corrective action through harmonic filtering or load balancing.

Why Invest in a High-Quality Current Transformer?

Accuracy: Achieve metering-class precision essential for both billing and protection. Durability: Longer lifespan even in harsh industrial environments. Safety: Better insulation, thermal stability, and overload capacity. Compliance: Meets international standards like IEC and ANSI.

How Enza Electric Ensures CT Excellence

At Enza Electric, we specialize in manufacturing current transformers built with precision, reliability, and global standards compliance. Whether you need CTs for commercial metering, industrial protection, or utility-scale power distribution, our solutions guarantee unmatched performance.

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Final Thoughts

A high-quality current transformer isn’t just a tool — it’s a first line of defense for your electrical system. Investing in precision-engineered CTs prevents common electrical issues, boosts system longevity, ensures accurate billing, and improves overall operational safety.

If you’re serious about protecting your infrastructure and optimizing performance, choosing Enza Electric’s current transformers is a smart move.

[almondenterprise]

Cost vs. Quality: What to Consider When Investing in Switchgear

In today’s energy-intensive world, switchgear plays a critical role in managing power distribution safely and efficiently. Whether you’re upgrading your industrial facility, building a commercial plant, or powering a large infrastructure project, choosing the right switchgear is not just a technical decision — it’s a strategic investment. One of the most common dilemmas buyers face is balancing cost vs. quality. So, how do you decide?

Understanding Switchgear: The Heart of Electrical Safety

Switchgear is a combination of electrical disconnect switches, fuses, or circuit breakers used to control, protect, and isolate electrical equipment. Its primary role is to ensure the reliability and safety of your power system.

Types of switchgear include:

· Low-voltage switchgear (for commercial and residential use)

· Medium-voltage switchgear (typically for industrial applications)

· High-voltage switchgear (used in power transmission)

Investing in the right switchgear directly impacts operational continuity, personnel safety, and overall infrastructure reliability.

The True Cost of Cheap Switchgear:

While it’s tempting to opt for budget-friendly solutions, low-cost switchgear often comes with hidden risks and long-term expenses.

Inferior Material Quality

Cheaper models often use substandard materials that degrade faster, leading to frequent maintenance or early replacement.

Safety Hazards

Low-quality switchgear can result in arc faults, insulation failure, or overheating — putting workers and equipment at risk.

Increased Lifecycle Costs

Although the initial price may be low, the total cost of ownership (including downtime, repair, and energy inefficiency) is usually higher.

Limited Scalability and Customization

Budget systems are often rigid and harder to scale as your facility grows or needs change.

Why Quality Switchgear Pays Off

When you invest in premium switchgear, you’re not just buying a product — you’re buying peace of mind.

Enhanced Reliability

High-quality switchgear is engineered to perform in extreme conditions and handle high fault levels without compromising performance.

Superior Safety Standards

Reputable brands comply with international standards such as IEC, ANSI, or UL, reducing liability and improving workplace safety.

Ease of Maintenance

Well-built switchgear is modular and user-friendly, simplifying diagnostics and minimizing downtime during maintenance.

Energy Efficiency & Smart Capabilities

Modern switchgear includes IoT sensors, real-time monitoring, and predictive maintenance features, ensuring optimal energy use and proactive problem resolution.

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing Switchgear

When evaluating switchgear options, balance cost and quality by focusing on the following:

1. Application Requirements

Understand your voltage class, load types, and fault current ratings. Quality should match your operational demands.

2. Brand Reputation & Certification

Look for trusted brands with certifications like ISO 9001, CE, or IEC 62271. Positive reviews and case studies add credibility.

3. Lifecycle Costs

Don’t just compare sticker prices — consider maintenance, service availability, spare part costs, and expected lifespan.

4. Customization & Flexibility

Choose systems that can evolve with your operation. Modular designs support upgrades and expansions more efficiently.

5. Support and Service

Ensure the manufacturer provides robust after-sales support, technical training, and warranty services.

Cost vs. Quality: The Bottom Line

When it comes to switchgear, cheap is rarely cheerful. Cutting corners today can lead to outages, hazards, and hefty repair bills tomorrow. On the other hand, investing in high-quality switchgear ensures operational resilience, safety, and long-term savings.

The smartest strategy? Aim for value, not just price. Evaluate switchgear as a long-term asset, not just a one-time purchase.

Trending Tip: Think Smart and Sustainable

With rising energy demands and climate-conscious regulations, smart and sustainable switchgear is trending. Look for:

· Eco-friendly insulation (like SF₆-free switchgear)

· Energy management features

· Digital monitoring systems

Investing in such features not only future-proofs your infrastructure but can also help you qualify for green certifications and incentives.

Final Thoughts

Balancing cost and quality in switchgear selection is about understanding your long-term operational goals. By focusing on durability, safety, and lifecycle value, you can make a decision that protects both your budget and your business.

[mugiwara-lucy]

In addition to all the stupid shit that’s come out, the geniuses in the White House wants to try and raise the birth rate by paying 5,000 dollars for new babies to MENSTRUAL EDUCATION.

Never mind the fact that 5000 wouldn’t cover much of shit but this just lets you all know how the Shitbreak regime ONLY sees women as fuckholes. All you women for maga? Idiots.

Ugh this is just as disgusting as a post I saw from my good friend @bitchy-peachy yesterday on how they actually want to let FEMALE immigrants stay if they SLEEP WITH MAGA men.

Also like I’ve said before, this is the GOP’s STUPID way in trying to spurn a WHITE baby boom, primarily white MALES. That’s the WHOLE reason Roe v Wade was overturned back in 2022. Because MAGA was mad that not enough White babies were being born (hell it was said by 2040 that White peoole would be the MINORITY) and with how stupid these white peoole are that Black peoole would go after them for revenge (it WOULD be justified but they just wanna live peaceful lives), they thought that by having abortion bans, white people would flock like rabbits.

When that didn’t work out, they want to try and ban it nationally and now this?

Here’s a solution!

Why not? Oh I don’t know! Maybe if you have free maternal healthcare, improved the education, provided children with state sponsored insurance until they were 18, leaned in to universal preK, subsidized childcare, improved the public school system, and improved support for disabled and delayed children, more people would have kids. 

But that would require this administration to be INTELLIGENT.

They want America to be a dictator but they are TOO STUPID 🤣 At leas their idol Putin is actually smart 😂

[the-monkey-ruler]

WuKong Education (2016) 悟空中文

Date: 2016 Platform: IPhone / Android / PC Developer: Lan Global Limited Publisher: Lan Global Limited Genre: Education Also known as: WuKong: Chinese, Math & ELA Adaption: Crossover

Summary:

The WuKong app is specially designed for parents to stay up-to-date with student's learning progress and development at WuKong Education.

[WuKong's Functions] · Check course schedule anytime: Smart switching calendar to control the learning progress · Attend live course by one click: Simplified learning procedures, attending the class through one-click · Flexible leave request before a class: Easy to submit application and adjust the course schedule · Course playback for review & consolidation : Limitless replay helps you to surmount the key and difficult knowledge

[About WuKong Education] WuKong Education is dedicated in providing best online education solution for students, and has developed into an international educational platform which is the priority selection by 100K+ overseas families to achieve their elite-education dreams. Our students come from US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Singapore and more than 65 countries and regions, in most of which, WuKong Education always keeps a dominated position in market share.

[WuKong Education's Advantage] · Top-rated teaching force: All teachers have more than 5 years of teaching experience. 1% selected excellent teachers are “one in a million”, each teacher is 100% guaranteed - to hold a Professional Teacher Qualification Certificate. · Interactive Small Class: 1-on-1 immersive tutoring class, real-time interaction with teachers online · Leading course experience: International authoritative and self-developed textbooks, benchmarking international authoritative examination standards.

Source: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.wukongacademy.studentportal&pli=1

Link: https://www.wukongsch.com/

[blessed-curse]

The SPARTANS Breakdown.

G.R.O.W. BULWARK – Heavy Assault Mech "Battlefield Utility Leviathan & Warfare Armored Response Keeper"

Designation: SPARTANS-BW-100 "BULWARK" Role: Anti-Superhuman Heavy Combat Unit Manufacturer: G.R.O.W. Advanced Warfare Division First Deployment: 2113

Overview:

The BULWARK-class SPARTAN is the largest and most heavily armed unit in the SPARTANS division, designed to provide extreme firepower and suppression capabilities against high-threat superhumans. While highly durable and powerful, these mechs still struggle against S-Rank and above superhumans, as demonstrated in 2125, when 100 BULWARKS were deployed against the villain Gluttony—only to be completely obliterated.

Specifications:

Frame & Armor:

• Height: 7 meters (23 feet)

• Weight: 19 metric tons

• Armor Composition:Titanium-Nanopolymer Composite with Adaptive Shock Absorption Plating

• Structural Reinforcement: Can withstand explosive impacts, energy blasts, and high-caliber rounds

Power System:

• Core Reactor: Hybrid Plasma-Fusion Core

• Backup Energy Source: High-Capacity Quantum Batteries (2-hour reserve)

Weapon Systems:

• HYPERION Rail Cannons (x2, forearm-mounted)

• Fires hyper-accelerated tungsten slugs at Mach 6

• Can punch through a city block in a single shot

• Limited effectiveness against teleporters or regenerators

• ARES Missile Pods (x4, shoulder-mounted)

• Carries EMP warheads, high-explosive rockets, and cryo-missiles

• Smart-tracking system with target adaptation AI

• CERBERUS Plasma Repeater (Right Arm-Mounted)

• Rapid-fire particle cannon for crowd control and area suppression

• Capable of burning through armored vehicles in seconds

• DAMPENING FIELD GENERATOR

• Creates a localized power-nullification zone (100m radius)

• Less effective against SS-Rank and above superhumans

• TITAN-Class Energy Shield (Deployable, Back-Mounted)

• Can withstand direct hits from S-Rank energy blasts

• Limited duration (~5-minute sustain)

AI & Combat Systems:

🧠 Neural Combat Processor:

• Advanced predictive combat algorithms allow it to anticipate enemy movements

• Records and analyzes superhuman battle data to improve efficiency

🚀 Mobility & Locomotion:

• Digitigrade leg structure allows for improved speed and agility

• Thruster-Assisted Jumps for repositioning and heavy-landing shock attacks

Weaknesses:

Despite its overwhelming firepower and tactical AI, the BULWARK suffers significant drawbacks when fighting SS-Rank and above superhumans:

• Energy Consumption:

• The power-nullification field burns out when overused

• Plasma-based weapons drain reserves quickly

• Speed & Agility Limitations:

• BULWARKs are slower than most high-tier superhumans

• Easily outmaneuvered by teleporters or hyper-speed combatants

• Durability Issues Against High-Tier Opponents:

• While heavily armored, S-Rank+ superhumans can rip through its plating

• Gluttony’s spear, Gáe Bulg, effortlessly pierced through its core

🔥 The Gluttony Massacre (2125) 🔥

• In one of the largest anti-superhuman operations in history, 100 BULWARKS were deployed to stop Gluttony.

• She effortlessly dismantled them, using her overwhelming strength, speed, and soul absorption abilities.

• Within 15 minutes, every single BULWARK was destroyed, marking the largest recorded failure of the SPARTANS program.

Final Verdict:

The BULWARK is an unmatched force against B-A Rank superhumans, but it remains outclassed by higher-tier threats. While it is humanity’s best answer to superhuman warfare, its limitations against god-like opponents leave G.R.O.W. still searching for better solutions.

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G.R.O.W. WRAITH – Surveillance & Pursuit Drone "Weaponized Reconnaissance and Adaptive Infiltration Tactical Hunter"

Designation: SPARTANS-WR-300 "WRAITH" Role:Reconnaissance, Surveillance, High-Speed Pursuit Manufacturer: G.R.O.W. Advanced Warfare Division First Deployment:2115

Overview:

The WRAITH-class SPARTAN is a fast, highly intelligent aerial drone designed for tracking, monitoring, and capturing rogue superhumans. Equipped with cutting-edge stealth technology, high-speed propulsion, and long-range sensors, WRAITHs act as the eyes and ears of G.R.O.W., constantly scanning cities for superhuman activity.

These drones are particularly effective against C-A Rank superhumans, but struggle against S-Rank and above due to their limited combat capabilities.

Specifications:

Frame & Armor:

• Size: 3 meters (9.8 feet) in width

• Weight: 2.3 metric tons

• Armor Composition:Adaptive Nano-Polymer Shell (stealth-coated, resistant to energy interference)

• Structural Integrity: Highly durable but not designed for prolonged combat

Power System:

• Core Reactor:Quantum Micro-Core for long-term surveillance

• Backup Power Source:Solar-Nano Capacitors (can sustain operations for weeks without recharge)

Weapon Systems:

• STASIS Tethers (x2, deployable from underside)

• Fires electromagnetic capture tethers to restrain or immobilize targets

• Can paralyze lower-tier superhumans for up to 10 minutes

• TRANQUILIZER DART SYSTEM

• Loaded with neurotoxins and sedatives

• Can incapacitate C-A Rank targets instantly

• TASER DISCHARGE ARRAY

• Emits a 300,000-volt pulse to stun or disable enemies

• Ineffective against energy-immune superhumans

• HIGH-POWER PLASMA CANNON (Underbelly Mounted)

• Fires a precision plasma bolt capable of melting through steel

• Not effective against SS+ Rank threats

AI & Combat Systems:

🧠 Tactical Intelligence Processor:

• Operates autonomously with real-time decision-making AI

• Predictive tracking algorithms allow it to anticipate enemy movements

• Data collection system uploads enemy combat patterns to G.R.O.W.'s database

👁️ Surveillance & Sensors:

• Omni-Directional Optics: 360-degree thermal, night-vision, and X-ray scanning

• Quantum-Signal Receiver: Can tap into encrypted communications

• Long-Range Tracking Beacons: Detect energy signatures up to 50 kilometers away

🚀 Mobility & Flight Capabilities:

• Antigravity Propulsion System for silent flight

• Adaptive Wing Configuration for high-speed maneuvering

• Top Speed: Mach 1.5 (low atmosphere)

• Sub-Orbital Capability: Can reach the upper atmosphere for high-altitude monitoring

Weaknesses & Defeat Against S+ Rank Superhumans

Despite its cutting-edge technology and stealth systems, WRAITH-class drones are ineffective against S-Rank and above superhumans, due to the following limitations:

• ⚡ Limited Firepower:

• While equipped for subduing low-to-mid-tier superhumans, WRAITHs lack high-damage output

• S+ Rank targets can easily resist its stasis fields and tasers

• 🚀 Durability Issues:

• The armor is designed for stealth, not direct combat

• Powerful superhumans can destroy a WRAITH with a single strike

• 📡 Signal Interference:

• Psychic superhumans or energy manipulators can disrupt its AI systems

• Teleporters can easily evade or outmaneuver them

🔥 Notable Failure: The Gluttony Incident (2125) 🔥

• During the infamous 2125 battle, 163 WRAITH drones were deployed to track and intercept Gluttony.

• However, she effortlessly bypassed their tracking systems and obliterated them using her soul chains before they could even deploy their capture tethers.

• This failure demonstrated that WRAITHs were completely ineffective against SSS+ Rank threats, leading G.R.O.W. to reconsider its reliance on autonomous drones.

Final Verdict:

The WRAITH-class SPARTAN is the pinnacle of reconnaissance and pursuit technology, but its lack of offensive capabilities makes it ineffective against top-tier superhumans. While still a critical tool for surveillance, tracking, and capturing lower-ranked threats, G.R.O.W. is actively researching ways to improve its combat performance against world-ending adversaries.

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G.R.O.W. SEEKER – Enforcement Android "Synthetic Enforcement and Engagement Kill/Evade Reconnaissance" Units

Designation: SPARTANS-SK-2000 "SEEKER" Role:Reconnaissance, Surveillance, Enforcement, CQC Engagement Manufacturer: G.R.O.W. Advanced Warfare Division First Deployment:2116 Advanced humanoid combat droids for law enforcement and superhuman suppression.

Overview:

SEEKERS are highly adaptive humanoid androids developed by G.R.O.W. to serve as frontline operatives in dealing with superhuman threats. Their primary function is non-lethal takedowns, but they can engage in lethal combat when authorized. Designed with cutting-edge nanite morphing technology, they can reshape their arms into various tools and weapons, providing unmatched versatility. SEEKERS are also equipped with advanced combat AI, capable of predictive modeling to counter enemy movements. They balance stealth, adaptability, and raw combat prowess, utilizing advanced AI, modular weapon systems, and nanite-based armor. SEEKERS function independently or in coordinated squads, making them an essential asset for tracking, containing, and neutralizing Deviants or rogue Enhanced individuals.

Specifications:

Frame & Armor:

• Size: 2.3 meters (7.5 feet)

• Weight: 1.2 metric tons

• Armor Composition:

• Tier-VII Hybrid Plating (Ghost Model);

• Lightweight & Flexible (Allows for high-speed movement).

• Absorbs low-caliber ballistics, plasma rounds, and minor concussive blasts.

• Weak against heavy armor-piercing projectiles.

•  Titanium-Carbide Plating (Overlord Model);

• Heavy Combat Armor designed to endure direct superhuman strikes.

• Highly resistant to plasma, lasers, and most energy-based attacks.

• Weak against corrosive or nanite-based weaponry.

• Adaptive Stealth Armor (Phantom Model – Experimental);

• Can shift textures to create optical camouflage.

• Low durability but completely silent.

• Structural Integrity: • Reinforced Endoskeleton: Composed of Graphene-Titanium Alloy, making it 5x stronger than human bones. • Synthetic Muscle Weave: Provides enhanced strength & flexibility, allowing SEEKERS to move faster than most Enhanced humans. • AI Core Protection:ORACLE AI Core is embedded within the torso, protected by anti-EMP shielding to prevent hacking attempts.

Power System:

• NOVA Fusion Core: Miniaturized cold fusion reactor providing energy for up to 96 hours of continuous operation. • Overload Mode Drawback: Excessive use causes rapid power drain, requiring a full reboot after 3 minutes of operation.

•  Vulnerabilities:

• EMP Exposure: While resistant, a direct EMP burst can force a temporary shutdown.

• Sustained Damage: Severe damage to joints can hinder movement until repairs are conducted.

SEEKER CLASSIFICATIONS:

• SEEKER (Model-01 "Ghost") [The white android]

• Holographic Projection: This model can create decoy images and camouflage itself with advanced light-bending technology.

• Stealth-Oriented: Operates best in urban environments, infiltrating and monitoring high-risk areas.

• Non-Lethal Priority: Primarily designed for apprehension, equipped with taser-based projectiles, EMP pulses, and nanite restraints.

• Combat AI: Capable of adapting to various combat styles, predicting movements with a 0.3-second delay reduction.

• SEEKER (Model-02 "Overlord") [The black android]

• Overload Mode: When engaged, this unit burns through energy reserves for a significant boost in strength, speed, and durability for close-quarters combat (CQC).

• Heavy Combat Focus: Prioritizes engaging physically enhanced superhumans that require brute force suppression.

• Shockwave Emitters: Capable of releasing concussive blasts to disorient or knock back opponents.

• Power Limitations: Overload Mode can only be sustained for a maximum of 3 minutes before system overheating, requiring cooldown.

AI & COMBAT SYSTEMS:

1. Combat AI ("ORACLE" OS):

• Powered by "ORACLE" (Omni-Response Adaptive Combat Learning Engine), an adaptive AI combat processor.

• Capable of predicting enemy movements with a 0.3-second response time based on observed fighting styles.

• Integrates with G.R.O.W. tactical networks, allowing instant battlefield awareness and strategic coordination with BULWARK, WRAITHS, and Overwatch teams.

• Limited self-learning capabilities—SEEKERS can adjust per mission but require external updates to retain experiences long-term.

2. Combat Modes:

SEEKERS are programmed with multiple combat modes, toggled based on engagement protocols:

• STANDARD MODE (Passive Surveillance / Apprehension Focused)

• Non-lethal combat priority (taser weapons, shockwave suppressors, nanite cuffs).

• AI prioritizes evasive maneuvers & disabling strikes.

• EXECUTION MODE (High-Priority Target Elimination)

• Lethal force authorization engages plasma weaponry, energy blades, and Overload Mode.

• Predictive combat system prioritizes direct neutralization over capture.

• SIEGE MODE (Team Coordination & Suppression)

• Integrates with BULWARKs & WRAITHs for coordinated strikes against high-tier targets.

• Deploys area-based weapons (shockwave detonators, localized EMP blasts).

• STEALTH MODE (Ghost Model Only)

• Uses holographic projection & optical cloaking for reconnaissance or assassination.

• AI automatically avoids detection and disables threats silently.

WEAPON SYSTEMS:

SEEKERS are designed to handle both enhanced individuals and heavily armored targets, utilizing modular weapon systems.

1. PRIMARY ARMAMENTS

✔ Adaptive Nanite Arms: SEEKERS can morph their forearms into weapons or tools in real-time. ✔ Tachyon Blades: High-frequency plasma blades capable of cutting through most organic & armored targets. ✔ Plasma Pulse Projectors: Wrist-mounted plasma cannons for ranged attacks. ✔ Electromagnetic Shock Emitters: Short-range concussive bursts to disable foes or disrupt energy-based abilities.

2. SECONDARY SYSTEMS

✔ EMP Charges: Disrupts cybernetics & energy-based abilities in 10-meter radius. ✔ Taser Darts: Fires from forearm (Non-lethal but can be lethal on max settings). ✔ Stasis Nanites: Deployable nanite webbing to immobilize enemies temporarily.

3. UNIQUE MODEL-SPECIFIC WEAPONS

4. PROPULSION SYSTEMS & MOBILITY

• Kinetic Boosters (Legs): Allows SEEKERS to dash at speeds up to 200 km/h in short bursts. • Magnetic Locking System: Allows them to walk on walls or ceilings. • Thruster Assisted Jumps: Enables 10-15 meter leaps for rapid repositioning.

SEEKER PERFORMANCE METRICS [Compared to peak & enhanced individuals]

Standard Features for All SEEKERS:

• Nanite-Based Morphing Technology: Allows transformation of arms into weapons like stun batons, plasma-based tasers, and energy shields.

• AI Combat Adaptation: Predicts enemy actions based on past encounters, optimizing battle performance.

• Plasma Response System: In lethal scenarios, SEEKERS can switch to plasma weaponry to engage hostile threats effectively.

• Rapid Repair Protocols: Minor damages can be self-repaired via nanites, though severe damage requires external maintenance.

Weaknesses & Limitations:

• Power Drain Issues: Advanced functions like Holographic Projection and Overload Mode can drain reserves quickly, making them ineffective in prolonged battles.

• Struggles with S-Rank+ Superhumans: While SEEKERS are highly effective against C-A Rank threats, they are heavily outmatched against S-Rank and above, requiring additional support from BULWARKS or specialized teams.

• EMP Vulnerabilities: While resistant to low-grade EMPs, strong electromagnetic pulses can temporarily disable them.

• Combat Learning Restrictions: SEEKERS adapt to combat situations quickly, but their AI is still limited compared to organic, unpredictable combatants.

Final Verdict:

SEEKERS are G.R.O.W.'s elite combat androids, designed for high-speed adaptability and tactical superiority. The White Seeker specializes in holographic projection, deception, and recon, while the Black Seeker sacrifices illusions for raw power, utilizing an Overload Mode to burn through energy reserves for devastating CQC engagements. Both feature advanced AI, predictive combat algorithms, and hyper-durable nanocomposite armor, making them formidable opponents. However, they struggle against S-Rank superhumans due to raw power discrepancies. Despite this, SEEKERS remain indispensable for countering lower-tier Empowered threats, conducting assassinations, and executing high-risk operations with precision and efficiency.

Seeker Ghost Model:

Seeker Overlord Model:

Seeker Phantom Model(not in use):