#Classification of Assets

[luxuryroof]

Movable vs. Immovable Property: A Complete Guide to Smart Asset Management

Introduction

In the world of assets and investments, understanding the distinction between movable and immovable property is essential. Whether you're a real estate investor, business owner, or financial planner, knowing the legal, financial, and commercial implications of different types of property can significantly impact your asset management strategy. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the meaning, classification, and examples of movable and immovable property to help you make informed decisions.

What is Movable and Immovable Property?

Movable Property:

Movable property consists of assets that can be easily transferred from one place to another without losing their value or function. These items are not permanently attached to the earth and typically require minimal legal procedures for transfer or sale.

Immovable Property:

Immovable property refers to assets that are permanently fixed to the land, such as real estate, infrastructure, and natural resources. These assets require legal documentation, registration, and regulatory compliance for transfer or sale.

Classification of Movable and Immovable Property

Categories of Movable Property

Movable property is divided into two major categories:

Tangible Movable Property:

Automobiles (Cars, Motorcycles, Trucks)

Home Appliances and Electronics

Furniture and Decor

Jewelry and Precious Metals

Livestock and Agricultural Equipment

Intangible Movable Property:

Stocks and Shares

Bonds and Mutual Funds

Intellectual Property (Patents, Trademarks, Copyrights)

Digital Assets (Cryptocurrency, NFTs, Domain Names)

Categories of Immovable Property

Immovable property is broadly classified as:

Land and Real Estate:

Residential Properties (Houses, Apartments, Villas)

Commercial Properties (Offices, Malls, Factories)

Agricultural Land

Forests, Mines, and Natural Reserves

Permanent Structures and Developments:

Roads, Bridges, and Highways

Dams and Water Bodies

Fountains and Wells

Underground Utility Networks (Pipelines, Sewage Systems)

Examples of Movable and Immovable Property

Movable Property in Action:

A company purchasing new office furniture and IT equipment.

An investor trading stocks and cryptocurrency for short-term gains.

A vehicle owner selling their car through an online marketplace.

Immovable Property in Action:

A real estate developer acquiring land for a new residential project.

A business owner investing in commercial office spaces.

A family purchasing an apartment for long-term security and stability.

Legal and Financial Implications

Ownership and Transfer Regulations:

Movable property can be transferred through a simple sale agreement or invoice.

Immovable property transactions require registration, deed agreements, and adherence to local property laws.

Taxation and Duties:

Movable assets such as vehicles attract road tax, GST, and VAT.

Immovable property is subject to real estate tax, stamp duty, and capital gains tax upon sale.

Investment Potential:

Movable property like stocks, gold, and digital assets offers flexibility and high liquidity.

Immovable property provides long-term capital appreciation, security, and passive income opportunities.

Conclusion

Understanding the difference between movable and immovable property is critical for smart asset management, wealth creation, and legal compliance. Movable property offers convenience and liquidity, while immovable property ensures stability and long-term financial growth. By classifying and managing your assets effectively, you can optimize investments and protect your wealth for the future.

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[douchebagbrainwaves]

EVERY FOUNDER SHOULD KNOW ABOUT CLASSES

The main purpose of suburbia is to provide a protected environment for children to grow up out of touch with the world. Of course, as a figure of speech, into believing that is literally what's happening. They traversed idea space as gingerly as a very old person traverses the physical world. On the Web, became popular first within CS departments and research labs, and gradually spread to the rest of your life. I ask myself what I've found life is too short for something. Nearly everyone who writes about it says that economic inequality should be decreased? And it works. There were only a few percent of spams got very hard, and that Kennedy was a speed freak to boot. For example, open source software is more reliable precisely because it's open source; anyone can find mistakes. But I suspect it's the startup world, there has been a qualitative change in the world just switched them from bad to good.

Almost anything else you tell a kid they're a member of a certain group, that seems nearly impossible to shake.1 He was gone.2 97% chance of being a spam, whereas sexy indicates. How much do we have to do to succeed as a startup founder, but that it is harder to eradicate. When I say business doesn't know this, I mean the structure of the investments they make to be ten times bolder than present day VCs.3 And it's only now that you can filter present-day spam acceptably well using nothing more than create a new, resistant strain of bugs. And I wasn't alone. You can do it on a smaller scale without moving. One of the most remarkable things about the way we lie to kids, we may be able to filter out most present-day spam acceptably well using nothing more than the founders, and others wouldn't. I was part of, Hostex itself would be recognized as a spam term. We weren't sure at the time—didn't sell out. Those alarms.

But an illusion it was. It's probably a combination of the useful and the bizarre. We had a 40 year stretch in the middle of the twentieth century. The unsuccessful founders weren't stupid. The great concentrations of wealth I see around me in Silicon Valley, surrounded by lead shielding to protect them. The reason he and most other startup founders are richer than they would have been in the mid 2000s. I was told, a lot of people who get rich through rent-seeking of various forms, and a combined probability of. You don't need to be constantly reminding yourself why you shouldn't wait. It hasn't occurred in a single one of my college CS classes got up and announced, like a student who hasn't prepared for an exam.4

Madam. At this point, anyone proposing to run Windows on servers should be prepared to explain what to look for in founders. His motive is partly that it would be to send out a crawler to look at this actually quite atypical spam. When did Google take the lead? And so it is in this case. The reason I'm sad about my mother is not just that I miss her but that I often spent money I desperately needed on stuff that I didn't. Every kid grows up in a world designed for 10 year olds. It seemed the planet was being irretrievably ruined. But that world ended a few years ago. Meetings are like an opiate with a network effect.5 These guys are not the graphic designers and grandmas who were buying Macs at Apple's low point in the mid 1990s.6 Almost all technology, from Unix to bitmapped displays to the Web, the barrier for publishing your ideas is even lower.

But because adults conceal their flaws, and at the same time insist on high standards of behavior for kids, a lot of lies of this type by teachers, because I wrote an essay then about how they were less dangerous than they seemed. A few are lucky and realize early on that they love math or taking care of animals or writing, and then you realize the window has closed. I could never quite tell if they understood what I was saying.7 Perhaps a better solution is to develop new alarms. It was not till we were in our twenties that the truth came out: my sister, then about three, had accidentally stepped on the cat and broken its back.8 And open and good. He makes a dollar only when someone on the other end. But the unconscious form is very widespread. What would someone who was the opposite of hapless be like? They seemed to have lost their virginity at an average of about 14 and by college had tried more drugs than I'd even heard of.9

Notes

The obvious choice for your protection. By Paleolithic standards, technology evolved at a pre-Google search engines. I make it sound. If someone just sold a nice-looking little box with a million dollars in liquid assets are assumed to be employees is to talk to mediocre ones.

If you're doing. It seems more accurate predictor of success for a public company CEOs in the life of a placeholder than an ordinary adult slave seems to be doomed. 99,—A Spam Classification Organization Program.

Some translators use calm instead of editors, and when given the freedom to they derive the same time. It's hard to spread from.

Some genuinely aren't. And while this is mainly due to I. Ironically, the term whitelist instead of bookmarking. Most computer/software startups.

When a lot of people. Even Samuel Johnson seems to them to. Give us 10 million and we'll tell you alarming things, which is the kind of people like them—people who are good presenters, but also the golden age of economic inequality start to shift back. If you're trying to meet people; I swapped them to switch to OSX.

2%.

Digg is Slashdot with voting instead of just Japanese. SFP applicants: please don't assume that P spam and legitimate mail volume both have distinct daily patterns.

But there are lots of exemptions, especially for opinions not expressed in it.

The constraint propagates up as well, since human vision is the accumulator generator in other ways to make more money was the last 150 years we're still only able to buy your kids' way into top colleges by sending them to ignore these clauses, because the Depression. Which OS? Determination is the odds are slightly worse. The proportions of OSes are: Windows 66.

Thanks to Robert Morris, Sam Altman, Hutch Fishman, Aaron Iba, Jessica Livingston, Steve Huffman, Harj Taggar, and Geoff Ralston for putting up with me.

[modpoppy]

so in the ace assurance au the problem was that magnifi was trying to include one of the other gramaryes as a dependent on his taxes (pretend that works here) but never submitted the proper form (i can only recall 8812 for child dependents pretend also theres one for non child dependents) so the audit debate was whether and whom either guy could be considered the dependent and then kristoph hands an 8812 form to trucy who hands it to wright but he doesnt realize its forged so that whole thing happens. turns out magnifi never actually filed for EITHER of them bc he fucking hates them and it was valant who edited his tax filing with the intent to file an 8812 but he was already proven not involved so 🤷

[terotam]

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[syrupyuu]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓(see first post!)

‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 — 𝐋𝐕𝐋.𝟑 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃]

— .𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘:

PROJECT: APEX | SUBJECT DOSSIER SUBJECT ID: K-154 CLASSIFICATION: Tier-2 Bioweapon Asset | Human Variant STATUS: Active CONTAINMENT UNIT: Sector 7C, Observation Room Theta-4 RESEARCHER ASSIGNED: ███████ (Lead Analyst – Cognitive Behavioral Branch)

— .𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

AGE(apparent): Approx. 28 years SEX: Male HEIGHT: 6'10" (209 cm) WEIGHT: ~270–275 lbs (122–125 kg) EYE COLOR: Dark blue (residual pigmentation from pre-conversion state; mild iridescence under low light) HAIR COLOR: Ash grey (premature greying due to cumulative physiological stress and modification overload) SKIN TONE: Pale; residual discoloration on upper spine region. Cosmetic treatment protocols applied to suppress visible mutation traits

— .𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (redacted for security)

FORMER IDENTITY: [REDACTED] MILITARY RANK: Specialist (Spec-Ops Tier Designate) CAPTURE/CONVERSION DATE: ██/██/2XXX

—Additional notes: Subject was selected from Project VALKYRIE's top operatives due to genetic compatibility and resilience profile. Underwent Phase I–IV of the APEX Program. Current version denotes highest stability score recorded.

«» .𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒*

"Subject previously demonstrated uncontrollable aggression toward early-cycle personnel, resulting in multiple fatalities prior to reassignment (see Incident 154-B7). Current compliant behavior is anomalously limited to presence of Lead Researcher, indicating a severe and possibly compensatory imprint. Loss of this bond may result in reversion—or worse. Proceed with caution."

— Observation Log #154-19A, compiled by Dr. H

"Despite apparent docility in preferred presence, underlying instability is evident. Risk of fixation breaching containment protocol is increasing. Recommend reevaluation of dependency thresholds and introduction of psychological dampening measures; caution implemented. Removal or reassignment of Lead Researcher may trigger extreme behavioral escalation."

— Behavioral Audit Report #154-21C, submitted by Supervision Unit Kappa-3

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Ramming Speed

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The idea of ramming space ships into each other as a form of combat maneuver was beyond many galactic military minds comprehension.

A single spacecraft, let alone a military grade class vessel, would cost up in the billions of credits. Entire galactic economies had nearly bankrupted themselves trying to maintain a fleet large enough to secure their borders, so in turn each military ship became an asset not to be squandered lightly.

Perhaps it was this conservative mindset that nearly shattered when these powers first looked upon the Terran ship codenamed “The Ram”.

Unlike other modern vessels the ships of this new classification lacked all weapon emplacements. No energy cannons, missile launchers, rail guns; it was entirely free of weapons. What it did have was excessive amounts of armor plating, several separate shield generators, and a pair of overly powerful engines that could reach max speed in roughly five minutes.

The first time it was observed in combat was during the Terran/Crux war. Both powers had sizable fleets at their disposal and for the first couple months the two powers played cat and mouse games between each other; each trying to find a more advantageous position to commit their forces. Much to the dismay of both powers the first large scale battle was triggered by mere chance than a tactical decision.

A Crux patrol stumbled upon a Terran patrol emerging from a dense nebula in the Viper System. Both patrols requested reinforcements. Nearby patrols were soon diverted to the engagement and within short order what was a small skirmish ballooned into a full scale battle.

There were no battle lines or frontlines as ships opened fire at near point blank range with each other. Even when higher rank Admirals arrived to take charge both sides were too embroiled in the slugfest to make any more nuanced tactical moves without exposing themselves to the enemy.

It was here that the Ram emerged and showed its prowess.

Crux warship crews were not trained on how to handle enemy vessels rushing towards them. What’s more several gun crews became panicked when they saw the Ram ships rushing headlong towards them without diverting course.

With the extra armor and shielding the Terran ships not only struck head on into Crux ships but emerged from the attack relatively unscathed. In most cases the prow of the Ram ships punched clean through the entire hull of the Crux warship and emerged through the other side.

The Crux fleet desperately tried to regain order and form battle lines but each time they did so the Ram ships would plunge head first into their formation and take out the command ship coordinating the effort.

As more and more Terran ships arrived and formed their own battle lines the tide of battle soon drastically changed. After thirteen hours of intense fighting the last of the Crux fleet withdrew from the battle leaving the Terrans the victors.

A full fifth of the Crux navy was lost during the battle with the Ram ships having personally claimed 45% of the kills.

While the war itself would continue for another two years, the Ram ships and their unorthodox tactics had earned them a modicum of respect from the wider galaxy, and a great measure of fear from the Crux.

[ghostwhippet]

141 have a run-in with a top asset from the U.S., black ops-level classified, designated "Reader."

In sealed files, she's labeled as an empath and a telepath, with three more classifications Laswell was only able to get unsealed (under the table) after major arm-twisting. They're marked "Empty House," "Soul Walking," and... "Unknown." Definitions are beyond anyone's reach.

The "Reader" is loaned out to Britain to handle a captive no one can break, a man whose information is the only crack in an impending threat targeted at major cities all over the world.

Reader is transported with more security than the bloody U.S. President, and the whole base has to be cleared out and canvassed by U.S. agents before her transpo arrives.

She's a thin, strange thing who seems barely connected to reality, but the few times she actually focuses, she's like the point of a knife. There's nothing in between.

What the 141 see that small, still, seemingly harmless woman do in the interrogation room leaves more than one of them shaken.

Needless to say, the captive gives them everything they need. Even tells them target cities their intel had missed.

But nothing about any of it is as strange as the fact that she--someone who feels everything in the people around her and seems to act as if no one exists unless she absolutely must do otherwise--is repeatedly and consistently drawn to Ghost.

Over and over, she ends up wherever he is, goes out of her way to be around him, physically near him whenever she can (but never nearer than he can handle).

She's like a bloody cat that just keeps showing up.

No one can figure it out.

When Ghost finally demands to know why him, she just meets his fixated stare, as expressionless as he is.

When she eventually answers, her voice is quiet and withdrawn.

"...You're like the ocean."

Inspired by this hot little number by @the-grimm-black <3

Masterlist (Whippet's)

[blasphemyandbackshots]

Alpha Deku and omega Bakugo 👀

ღ kacchan x deku —an alpha’s instinct ; an omega’s want

The war had ended. Scars still stitched the city back together. Heroes were rebuilding, both physically and emotionally. And society had implemented the newest regulation meant to protect its most powerful assets: the Second Gender Classification Act.

Quirk usage put stress on hormones. Power could affect scent, instinct, reproduction. Too many Pro Heroes had burned out, broken down and lost control.

Now, once the dust settled and everyone’s bodies stabilized, a mandatory screening told you what your second gender really was: Alpha. Beta. Or Omega.

It was supposed to be a formality. Katsuki sat in the clinic waiting room with his jaw clenched and arms crossed. His shoulders tensed with each second passing. Izuku sat beside him, bouncing one leg, trying not to vibrate with nerves. They got their results together.

Envelopes. Standard-issue. Names typed clean across the front.

Katsuki ripped his open like he was defusing a bomb and froze. His body went rigid and his eyes widened with disbelief. Izuku, on the other hand, opened his slower and more careful. Almost like he knew it and yet his body filled with surprise. And then everything fell into place. At least for him.

Midoriya Izuku: Alpha

Bakugou Katsuki: Omega

Their eyes met. Katsuki’s were defensive, already bristling with something panicked and raw. Izuku’s were dark. Not in an aggressive or cruel manner, but focused. Hungry for the declared Omega next to him.

Katsuki stood abruptly. “I need air.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No. I—just—fuck off, Deku.”

But Izuku followed anyway, because of course he did. He didn’t mean to pester, he wanted to be there and that’s when Katsuki’s scent hit him for the first time—Vanilla. Burnt sugar. Smoke and ozone.

His Omega and suddenly nothing could and would ever be the same again.

It wasn’t even the groping that broke Katsuki. It was the way they looked at him. Like he was already marked. Like he was a thing waiting to be taken.

Katsuki had spent his entire life making people fear him. Earning his spot at the top with scorched palms and battle cries.

And now? Some asshole Alpha from 3-B leaned just a little too close in the locker room. Let his hand skim too low when walking past. “Didn’t think you’d be an Omega,” he had said, voice sticky and smug. “Guess that mouth of yours makes sense now.”

Katsuki punched him in the face, but the fucker grinned as he hit the floor. No teachers were around. No cameras. No one who gave a damn.

Katsuki stood there. His whole body was trembling, sweating. Reeling of anger and shame and something deeper, something he hated himself for—fear.

He didn’t remember getting to Izuku’s dorm afterward. Didn’t remember climbing the stairs. But he stood outside, fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, breath hitching in his throat.

Izuku opened the door after the second knock. His face went from warm to alert in half a second. “Kacchan?”

And then he saw the tremble in Katsuki’s lip. The way his body curled slightly inward. How he wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“What happened,” Izuku asked sharply, demanding an answer right now.

Katsuki shook his head. “Don’t—don’t make me say it.”

Izuku’s expression changed again. His scent hit the air like ozone and steel—protective, furious, unmistakably Alpha. “Get in. Now.”

The door shut behind him. Izuku stood in front of him, fists clenched at his sides, trying to hold it together. But he was failing miserably.

“Who?” His voice cracked with rage. “Who touched you?”

Katsuki finally looked up and the first tears fell. “I can’t—I can’t even walk down the hall without someone looking at me like I’m already—fucking claimed. Like I’m just—some Omega waiting to get bent over.”

Izuku’s breath hitched. His jaw clenched so tight Katsuki could hear it grind.

“They don’t see me anymore, Deku. They just see the second gender on a fucking form. Like I’m some goddamn nesting bitch now.”

“You’re not,” Izuku said immediately as he stepped forward. His trembling hands lifted, but not touching. Not yet. “You’re Katsuki fucking Bakugo. You’re still the strongest, loudest, meanest bastard this school’s ever seen.”

Katsuki laughed, wet and bitter. “Not anymore. Not since I started smelling like fucking sugar.”

And finally, finally Izuku touched him. He wrapped his strong warm arms around Katsuki’s shoulders, letting him sink into the heat of a chest he’d known since childhood.

“You’re mine,” Izuku whispered. It might sounded like a claim, but it was to shield, to defend and treasure his Omega. “From now on, they’re gonna have to go through me. And I’ll break every last one of them.”

Katsuki didn’t say thank you. In fact he didn’t speak at all, but his fingers curled into Izuku’s shirt like they never wanted to let go.

Izuku hadn’t let Katsuki leave his dorm that night. Not until he was calm. Not until his scent had stopped fluctuating wildly between terror and defiance. Not until his trembling had eased in Izuku’s arms. And the whole time, one name festered like poison in his mind.

Fukuda. Alpha. 3-B.

The same bastard Izuku had seen elbowing his way into Katsuki’s orbit lately. Too slick. Too smug. Too comfortable.

So the next day? Izuku waited. He didn’t confront him in class. No. He waited until the locker room emptied out. Waited until he heard Fukuda’s actual fucking voice echo from inside, laughing.

And then it came. The worst thing he could’ve ever said. “Swear to god, man, I’m gonna be the one to break that Bakubitch in. Just gotta get him alone. You seen how he’s startin’ to react to scent now? Omega instincts are kickin’ in. It’s just a matter of time.”

CRACK.

That was the sound of Izuku’s locker door buckling beneath his grip. He stepped into the room like a silent storm, and Fukuda dared to turn to him with a smirk.

“Yo Midoriya. Didn’t think you 3-A Alphas had locker time with the rest of us—”

Izuku hit him so hard he saw white. That wasn’t a punch, but a whole slam. A full-bodied grip to the throat, pinning him to the concrete wall, the metal creaking beneath the impact. Izuku’s eyes were glowing, green sparks flickering at the edges, his quirk barely restrained.

“You talk about him like that again,” Izuku growled, voice like gravel dipped in venom, “and I’ll put you through the wall.”

Fukuda choked, scrabbling at Izuku’s wrist.

“He’s mine,” Izuku hissed, breathing in hard. “He’s my Omega. Not yours. Not anyone else’s. And if you so much as look at him again, I swear on everything All Might ever taught me, I will break every fucking bone in your body.”

He let the bastard fall to the floor, coughing. But Izuku wasn’t done as he leaned in close, scent oppressive, dangerous, inescapable.

“He came to me in tears last night. He smelled like fear. Because of you. Do you understand what that means, Fukuda?” Fukuda didn’t answer and Izuku’s eyes narrowed. “Say it.”

“…He’s yours.”

“Louder.”

“He’s yours.”

Izuku stood up straight and fixed his sleeves. Stepped back with a controlled breath and turned toward the door.

“Oh,” he said, like an afterthought. “You’ve been reported. Don’t bother coming back next semester.”

Later that night, Katsuki was sitting cross-legged in Izuku’s room, chewing idly on dried fruit and scrolling on his phone.

“Hey,” he muttered, eyes still on the screen, “that Alpha from 3-B got kicked out. Wonder what he did.”

Izuku hummed from where he was folding laundry. “Guess he messed with someone’s Omega.”

Katsuki snorted. “Dumbass probably deserved it.”

Izuku glanced over his shoulder, voice soft and certain. “He did.”

It was the scent.

Katsuki noticed it first in the way his body stopped bristling every time Izuku walked into a room. His shoulders didn’t tense. His jaw didn’t clench. If anything… his scent calmed.

Faint hints of ozone and sandalwood—Izuku’s scent—settled around him like a damn weighted blanket. And it felt good. Too good.

“Stop staring at me like I’m gonna run,” Katsuki snapped one night as they sat side-by-side in Izuku’s dorm, finishing up meal prep. Izuku had chopped his vegetables too evenly. Katsuki had cut his into chaotic chunks out of sheer spite.

Izuku blinked. “I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

“…I was making sure you were comfortable.”

Katsuki went quiet and lowered his knife. His scent spiked, conflicted. “I’m not used to that,” he muttered.

Izuku didn’t reply. He slid a bowl of perfectly seasoned rice his way like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The next time it happened, Katsuki woke up from a nightmare. One of the old ones—ash in the sky, screams in his ears, broken bodies and Quirkless little boys bleeding under rubble.

He stumbled blindly into Izuku’s dorm without knocking. Izuku was already awake.

“Kacchan?” He cooed softly.

Katsuki stood in the doorway and breathed too hard. “I don’t know why I came here,” he whispered hollowly.

Izuku just stepped back and held his arms open and Katsuki walked straight in. They didn’t talk about it the next morning.

The time after that it was a scent thing again. Katsuki was mid-lecture when another Alpha passed behind him. One who didn’t even say anything, but he walked too close. Didn’t lower his scent. Didn’t respect the space.

Katsuki nearly flinched. And Izuku, across the training field, had immediately turned. He was there in seconds. Standing slightly in front of Katsuki without touching him, shoulders squared, scent dominant but controlled. The other Alpha left without a word.

It became more and more a routine. Whenever he started to fray, his instincts flaring, Izuku was just… there. Not smothering. Not territorial. He was just present.

A hoodie passed into his hands without a word when the cold air made his scent spike. A warm meal placed in front of him when his blood sugar dropped during early heat signs. A quiet body beside him when nightmares came back.

And Katsuki began to realize painfully slow that he was starting to crave this. Crave Izuku’s scent. Crave the sound of his voice. The warmth of his hands when he helped him up from sparring matches.

But Izuku never made a move. He let Katsuki choose. In the end, that’s what broke him.

One night Katsuki sat curled up on Izuku’s dorm bed in an old All Might hoodie. The sleeves swallowed his hands. His scent was mellow, a little shy. Izuku sat across from him at his desk, trying to write notes.

“You ever gonna kiss me, Alpha?” Katsuki muttered with pink cheeks.

Izuku’s pen stilled. “…You sure?”

Katsuki’s gaze lifted. He was biting his bottom lip like he hated himself for it. “I’m not a prize. Not something you win because you waited long enough.”

Izuku stood and slowly the room. He cupped Katsuki’s face in his warm, calloused hands tenderly. “You’re not a prize,” he whispered. “You’re a person. My person. If you want me.”

Katsuki didn’t answer right away. He leaned forward and kissed him with trembling lips. Izuku didn’t press for more, but his arms wrapped around him like a shield. Katsuki sank into them like he’d been waiting to all along.

The room was hot. Not just warm, stifling.

Katsuki had cracked the window, pushed off the blankets, yanked off his hoodie. Nothing helped. Sweat dripped down his back, his cheeks were flushed pink and his shirt clung damp to his chest. His scent—fuck. It was thick, cloying, ripe with the early bloom of heat.

Izuku was in the corner of the room, hands fisted at his sides, jaw tight, shaking. He didn’t move at all, because he knew one wrong move and this could escalate.

Katsuki curled tighter on the bed, one hand gripping his pillow like a lifeline. His skin itched. His thighs rubbed together. Every nerve screamed for touch, but his mind needed time.

Izuku sat on the floor then. Not on the bed. Not beside him. On the floor, back against the wall, breathing slow and deep like he was about to snap every bone in his body trying not to go to him.

Katsuki finally opened one eye. “You’re an idiot,” he rasped.

Izuku looked up and spoke hoarsely. “I know.”

“You smell like you’re losing your fucking mind.”

“I am.”

“Then why aren’t you touching me?”

Izuku exhaled like it hurt. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

Silence. Katsuki rolled onto his back, panting now, face red and damp with sweat. His body was trembling—restless, heavy, electric.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweats for a second. Just to press down where he ached most. A humiliated, needy sound escaped him. He glanced at Izuku again who still hadn’t moved.

Tears pricked the corners of Katsuki’s eyes. “I hate you. I hate how fucking good you are.”

Izuku’s voice broke. “I’d do anything for you. But I won’t hurt you. Not even by mistake.”

That undid something inside Katsuki. Slowly he sat up, wobbling and breath catching. “Come here.”

Izuku was on his feet instantly, but still hesitant. Letting Katsuki set the pace. Katsuki didn’t meet his eyes. He reached out, fingers trembling as he touched Izuku’s chest and gripped his shirt. He pulled him down onto the bed.

“I don’t want to fuck,” Katsuki muttered, flushed to his ears.

“Okay.”

“I just… I need you close.”

“Anything.”

Izuku laid beside him, cradling him gently. Like Katsuki was precious. Like he was something breakable, holy, his entire world. Katsuki buried his face in his neck. Izuku didn’t grind or rut against him. Didn’t do anything but hold him as the heat curled through Katsuki’s body.

Katsuki reached up, sweaty and red-eyed, whispering. “Scent me.”

Izuku lost his breath. He moved slowly as he pressed his nose behind Katsuki’s ear. Then dragged it down the curve of his neck. Rubbed their cheeks together in soft, reverent circles. Marked him. Worshipped him.

Not once he touched Katsuki between the legs. Not until he asked for it and his thighs opened. The Omega was ready and he had never felt like this. Every inch of his body burned, was flushed, sensitive, open. The inside of his thighs were slick and hot, his hole pulsing with need and his lower belly clenched around the dull ache of emptiness.

Izuku was still trying to behave. Still kissing gently at his jaw, his throat and collarbones. Licking over flushed skin, pressing soft words like ‘you’re perfect, I’ve got you, so good for me’ into every inch of him. But Katsuki was past gentleness now.

His thighs trembled. He spread wide over Izuku’s lap as he squirmed, hole fluttering and leaking slick steadily onto the sheets beneath him. His hair was stuck to his forehead, his eyes glassy and dark.

“Izuku—fuck—stop hovering,” he snapped, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

Izuku laughed breathlessly. “You’re already crying.”

“…Shut the fuck up and—”

That’s when Izuku caught that scent. Sweet, slick, Omega heat-soaked musk—heady and thick and pouring off Katsuki’s swollen hole in waves. His pupils blew wide and his body jolted. He dropped his head between Katsuki’s thighs and growled a deep, animalistic sound.

“Oh—fuck.”

He dragged his nose through the mess between Katsuki’s legs like a man dying of thirst. His tongue followed, slow and reverent at first. The. desperate, sloppy and loud.

Katsuki choked on a gasp. “Izu—wait—fuck—fuck, stop teasing—!”

But Izuku didn’t stop. He devoured him. Licked up every drop of slick from his thighs, sucked at the source until Katsuki was sobbing, overstimmed and shaking, grabbing at Izuku’s hair with slippery fingers.

“You smell so good,” Izuku whispered against his hole. “So fucking sweet. Can’t believe you’re mine—mine.”

Katsuki shuddered, whispering. “Then take me, Alpha. If I’m yours—make me yours.”

Something in Izuku snapped. He pulled back just long enough to line himself up. His cock flushed, leaking, twitching from restraint. He shakily grabbed Katsuki’s hips, eyes full of need and reverence.

“You tell me if it’s too much,” he panted.

Katsuki nodded. But when Izuku started to push in, when that thick head slid into his soaked, clenching heat, Katsuki gasped, eyes wide, fingers digging into Izuku’s arms.

“More.”

Izuku lost it. He pushed in all the way in, eyes rolling back when he bottomed out in that perfect, hot, soaked little Omega cunt.

They both groaned loud and filthy. Katsuki clung to him, because he felt full, but also safe and home. Izuku kissed him hungrily as he started to move. Katsuki was already trembling by the time Izuku bottomed out, now he was downright writhing and shaking.

He hated how good it felt. The pressure. The stretch. The way his body clenched down like it had been waiting for this. Slick was dripping down his thighs, pooling under his ass, coating Izuku’s cock in warm, needy heat.

He was folded up. His legs bent over Izuku’s shoulders, held there by broad, shaking hands. His body felt like it was buzzing, burning, melting around the thick Alpha cock buried inside him.

And Izuku? Izuku was gone. Sweaty, panting, trembling, trying so hard to hold it together but failing fast.

“F-Fuck, ‘suki—” he choked. “You feel so good—I c-can’t—I’ve waited so long—”

His hips jerked forward faster, coaxing loud moans from Katsuki. That was all it took.

Izuku snapped. He grabbed Katsuki’s wrists, pinned them to the bed above his head and fucked into him like he meant it. Hard and relentless thrusts that shook the bed. Deep thrusts that punched the breath out of Katsuki’s lungs. Sharp gasps and broken moans echoing off the walls as his Alpha pounded him into the mattress.

“Mine,” Izuku growled. “Always been mine. You hear me, Kacchan?”

Katsuki couldn’t speak. He was soaked in sweat, flushed down to his chest, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. His brain had gone, lost somewhere in the rhythm of slick skin, deep thrusts and heat-drunken euphoria.

“Say it,” Izuku whispered, a little desperate. “Say you’re mine—say you want me to—”

“Yours,” Katsuki gasped, thighs trembling around Izuku’s waist. “I-Izuku—‘m yours—please—please breed me—”

Izuku made a sound no man should be capable of making. He leaned in, buried his face in Katsuki’s neck, and slammed his hips home—again and again. His cock ground into Katsuki’s sweet spot until he was sobbing under him, slick gushing with every thrust.

“Take it,” Izuku growled shakily. “Take everything—gonna fill you up—fuck you full—‘til it leaks out of you—until they smell me on you—”

“Do it—” Katsuki cried. “Do it—mark me—make me your Omega—”

And when Izuku finally came? It was brutal. He bit down on Katsuki’s neck—enough to break skin, enough to claim—and came with a broken gasp. His cock pulsing inside him, warmth flooding Katsuki’s overstretched, aching hole.

Katsuki followed with a scream. His orgasm ripped through him, untouched. His body clenched around his Alpha, milking every drop.

Afterward they stayed like that. Breathing heavy and each others air. Sweat clung to their skin, but they stayed pressed close. Izuku nuzzled and purred for his Omega, holding him tightly.

“No one else touches you. Ever again.”

Katsuki smiled, dazed and blissed-out.“Wasn’t planning on it, Alpha.”

He was limp and trembling. His thighs twitched every time he tried to move. His hole ached in the most unbearable, delicious way and was flooded full, swollen and leaking, slick and cum mixing in slow drips down the curve of his ass.

Izuku was still inside him. He didn’t want to move yet. Instead he whispered nonsense against the shell of Katsuki’s ear, like he couldn’t bear to be apart even for a second.

“Still so wet,” Izuku murmured, one hand sliding over Katsuki’s stomach, the other under his thigh to keep him open. “Still twitching around me, baby. You want more?”

Katsuki moaned. Izuku slowly, carefully, slipped out. A warm gush of his cum followed, dripping out in a slow, obscene trickle.

Izuku growled. “No, baby—can’t waste it—gotta keep you full—”

He spread Katsuki wider, watching as the thick mess spilled down his hole. Then he leaned in and licked it back inside. Katsuki whimpered into the pillow. His legs kicked weakly, his hands scrambled at the sheets, but Izuku was relentless. His tongue dragged up every drop, licking around the rim, pressing in until Katsuki was flushed to his ears and sobbing.

“Alpha—‘zuku—s-stop, ‘s too much—”

“You took it so well,” Izuku whispered against his ass. “God, you’re perfect. Gonna do this every night. Every single night until you’re full.”

Katsuki trembled violently. He couldn’t take it, couldn’t breathe with the way Izuku worshipped his body. Then came the words that finished him completely.

“Can’t wait to see you round.”

Katsuki froze. Izuku kissed up his back, nuzzling behind his ear, arms locking around his waist like a cage.

“Round with my pups,” he whispered. “You’d look so pretty, Kacchan. All swollen and glowing, dripping for me every time I touch you. No one else gets to see. Just me.”

Katsuki whimpered.

“You want that?” Izuku asked. “Wanna be mine, really mine? Let me breed you full?”

“…Y-Yeah,” Katsuki whispered. “Want it. Want your pups.”

Izuku purred, nose nuzzling his damp hair. “Then I’ll give it to you, Kacchan. I’ll give you everything.”

And as Katsuki drifted off—aching, marked, safe in his Alpha’s arms—he realized for the first time that maybe…

Maybe he wasn’t afraid of this anymore. He wanted it. He wanted him.

[preservationofnormalcy]

ITEM FILE #6412

ITEM: "Fool's Money"

ITEM HISTORY: Item 6412 is a standard American five (5) dollar bill. Running the serial number shows a mundane origin, but the item was slightly defaced at an unknown point. The inscription 'a fool and his money' (a reference to the adage 'a fool and his money are soon parted') has been written on the front face near former President Abraham Lincoln. Lincoln has also had pointed ears drawn onto his depiction. Whether this was merely doodling or a statement of the artist on President Abraham Lincoln's classification remains unknown.

This item was surrendered to Office custody after its previous owner suffered a mental health crisis, citing the bill's adverse extranormal effects. After some testing, it was determined that the bill, when spent, will always return to its designated holder, known colloquially as the "fool." The "fool" can only pass the bill onto another holder permanently if it is stolen, or more likely, if the holder is able to perform a financial "scam" involving the bill. The bill has no other documented adverse effects beyond repeated appearance and the mundane designation of the holder being a "fool."

Office psychometric testing has resulted in a 98.4% certainty that the bill's extranormal effects are of fae origin. Fae advisors have suggested that the bill was part of a 'literal wording' scam. They currently hypothesize that the original holder of the bill traded a significant amount of liquid assets for the ability for "money to return" to them, resulting in the bill in Office custody.

The nature of the bill initially presented a challenge in maintaining custody - though he surrendered the bill, the holder was still "the fool" and thus it returned to him. After researching the bill's effects, a mugging was arranged through a series of double-blind contacts, the bill stolen by a mugger acting, for that day via a thaumo-legal contract, as an agent of Office Accounting. The agent immediately made a business purchase of one (1) box of paperclips using the bill, thereby securing the Office Accounting entity as the "fool" and the bill's custody. It is currently in the OA's petty cash drawer, marked so as to not be spent.

[shadefish]

Company Critical Asset. Anomalous Site Security and Procurement unit. Type: Homo-Somnialius. Classification: PSYCHOTYRANT.

[pantry-rats]

Murkoff Case Files: Jaeger

How Dare You Red Barrels

Alt. Text: JAEGER Murkoff Case Files 1960.05.29

MURKOFF PSYCHIATRIC SYSTEMS PROJECT LATHE TWO Project Lead: Dr. Hendrick Joliet Easterman

MEMORANDUM TO SINYALA STAFF CLASSIFICATION GUIDELINES: JAEGER

ARCHETYPE Relentless hunter, inexorable death. The Jaeger is assigned a target Reagent, and will steadily track that Reagent until dead.

HISTORY A twice-repurposed Reagent, Henrietta Grubbs was originally interred at the Sinyala Facility as a patient of LATHE 2 therapy. After severe physical trauma and a display of remarkable resilience, Miss Grubbs was given hormonal treatment and osteotomy and re-introduced into the Trials as Heavy Ex-Pop. After demonstrating a lack of susceptibility to the influence of Prime Assets, Miss Grubbs again experienced remarkable physical trauma and, presumed dead, was sent to Biohazard Processing, where she managed to survive for months, even after her food source was cut off. Following the events surrounding the escape of Amelia Collier, Miss Grubbs's survival was discovered, and she was further improved to her current form.

AUGMENTATIONS The Jaeger is fitted with extensive external fixators, screwed into the bone. They offer support, but more importantly restrict the bones from additional growth, a side-effect of hormonal treatment and trauma therapy, (extensive acromegaly is still visible.) The Jaeger has a broadcast receiver installed in her headpiece through which instruction and guidance can be offered, and targets assigned.

PSYCHOLOGY A perfect example of the Sinyala Paradox, the Jaeger seems to be finding some comfort in hopelessness. Her fixation on a single target shows a striking correlation with activity in the Medial Prefrontal Cortex, similar to mPFC activity seen in a person viewing a potential mate. The Jaeger appears to be longing for some unattainable love. DOCTOR'S NOTE Please correct any staff referring to the Jaeger as "Miss Lonely Heart," as it risks contaminating scientific objectivity in observing scientists.

[teaandmilk101]

ok guys hear me out on yandere idw wavewave

Soundwave hears everything. Knows everything. No secret is kept for long on the nemisis execpt for one, Soundwave’s little crush.

Being a member of Decepticon high command allows him certian privileges, and though he’s the picture of a perfect, obedient soilder, he can’t help but do a little snooping in his free time through classifed files. And as communications officers, he simply must keep in touch with the ‘cons most important scientist. He drops by Shockwave’s labs for collecting his reserch and notes, nothing more, though he’s there and awful lot.

What’s most useful to him though is his mind reading abilities. Every seccond spent with Shockwave are precious moments to search through his processer and oh is it intresting. Shockwave has met no one like him; his processer had been torn apart and remade by shadowplay, and his total inability to feel emotion is facinating. It needs to be reserch. Studied. Obssesed over. Shock’s brainwaves have become so familiar to the con that he could find him instantly in crowd. Any slight annyoance, every want or need is instantly and quietly supplied by Soundwave and the help of his cassets, for there’s no way for Soundwave to show his love that isn’t a service.

And Shockwave is aware. He can feel lazerbeak’s eyes watching him from the vents, sending back her observations to her boss, and he’d be stupid not to notice how Soundwave lingers by the door, or how his tools have been meticulously organized and cleaned to specifications he had only noted down in his mind. The behavior is… charming. If he could still feel things he’d probably be flattered, and since the behavior was helpful, it would be logical to allow him to continue.

But Soundwaves obsession was going too far. A lab assistant who had accidentally broke a glass beaker has gone missing, and the replacement, while doing good work seems more scared than usual. Observations that once stopped when Shockwave clocked out now happened even when he went home. Shame or embarrassment he didnt care about but he did have projects he wasnet keen on sharing. Despite that, Shockwave couldent bring himself to stop the bot. This cat and mouse game they had, with Shockwaves endless mysteries and Soundwaves instance to know them all, was intresting, at least more intresting than Megtrons demands and an endless war. And Shockwave loved it too, his spark jumped when they brushed fingertips passing datapads, every short conversation music to his audials, and just being in his presence was enough to make every atrocity of the war worth it. Shockwave knew Soundwave couldent love him in the way Soundwave loved him, he knew he was little more than a tool, but he was Shockwave’s most useful asset, and theres love in being not wanted but needed. And Shockwave must love him. After giving him everything he could ever need, after disposing of every annoyance, no matter how small, and after knowing everything about the mech, he won’t be able to not love him. In his own way.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Veilguard Ecology Part 2

Disclaimer: I have decided to channel the ways I am insane by cataloguing the plants, animals, rocks, geography, and what have you we see in Dragon Age, starting with Veilguard. I am starting this with the acknowledgement that all of these things largely exist just as "assets" and "textures" placed around the landscape to the devs rather than thought out inclusions (unlike some of the specific diversity of ecoregions & their contents we see in DAI), so I'm making it my problem instead.

Continued from Part 1, the Minrathous section

PROLOGUE PART 2: ARLATHAN FOREST

I thought about whether this should just all be folded into a general "Arlathan forest" classification w/o restricting to just prologue, but I think there will actually be a Lot there and i'm just kind of going in order of the game as I replay so I'll just stick to this for ease. Maybe later I'll make a masterpost of lists by location as well.

But alright! We go through the mirror and Bam! we are in Nature instead of City

Section 1: Trees

Right off the bat we can see this is a mixed forest with both deciduous and evergreen trees. The deciduous trees are partly changing to red/orange foliage. We can also see some green shrubbery lower down, and the general groundcover looks mostly green as well. I'll break this down into sections but we'll start with the classic charismatic megaflora of the plant world aka trees, since that's what most people notice when they look at a landscape.

We'll start with the flashy one--in part because it's clearly an aspen tree (yes, it could also have been birch, but close up views def favor aspen imo). There is a pleasant amount of size and shape variety with the trees, you can see 2 traditionally tall and slender forms on the left and a more sprawling one on the right. The leaves are more yellow at the bottom and redder up top, which speaks less to the kind of tree than the weather here--in real life aspens mostly tend yellow, and only have high red pigmentation in certain years if at all. Higher anthocyanins and carotenoids contribute to red/orange coloration, which can be triggered by things like warm days + colder but not freezing nights, or soil moisture/ph changes due to late season rains, or other things. Anyway though, let's zoom in on the leaves.

Here you can see a roundish leaf with serrated edges that ends at a sharp tip. Leaves grow in an alternate pattern along their shoots from the branch, with veins branching from the bottom center up to the tip and commonly 2 veins with sub-branches on the lower edge. The only thing that keeps this from being the PERFECT quaking aspen leaf is they are a little more pointed at the base than is typical. But, that's a bit of a nitpick, considering the bark which we'll look at next:

The park is pale and silver or grey in color, possibly white but this area of the game is again SO DARK the bark also looks pretty dark. There are darker grey scars on the bark with the classic "eye" shape you see with aspen--these are places where the tree has self-trimmed away branches. The pattern is less obvious near the base of the tree, which is more grey and textured, and stronger the higher up you go. This is how it works in real life too so woohoo. The bark does appear smooth/entire and not flaking off into papery layers, so another point towards aspen over birch. What kind of aspen? Almost definitely Populus tremuloides, or quaking aspen, which is also the most well known species in the genus or of poplars in general.

So moving on to the evergreen! We have a very cute lineup of different sizes of the same species here. All show pretty horizontal and upright tilting branches, not droopy at all, and fairly narrow and tall as they get bigger.

And of course since it's evergreen we're zooming RIGHT in on the needles to see if we can classify it as pine, spruce, or fir. ENHANCE!

Ok that's pretty clear. This is a spruce or fir, as the the needles are singular, flat, and attach directly to the branch rather than in small clusters of 2, 3, or 5 (which is how pine needles are). The difference between spruce and fir is in how smooth the branch is under the needles, but this is where game resolution hits its limit i think--even zooming back to slightly larger branches, we're just getting a kind of blocky texture. It would be kind of insane to include bark texture at this level so no shade to the devs here. The main trunks do have a separate texture class that does some funny things with how it intersects with the "green" branches too though...

you can see where the 'bark' texture kinda veers off from the 'branch with needles' portion. but you only see this if you get REALLY up close in there. The bark itself is greyish brown with more vertical and patchy texturing than horizontal, so if i were to throw a dart i'd say this is closer to like a black spruce than a basalm fir. I'm not 100% on species here but the particularly vibrant coloration with dark to yellow green at the needle tips makes me lean black spruce vs white. We have NO cones visible anywhere which is a shame and limits our ability to classify more concretely than this, so I'll just call it our Spruce 1 (or Picea 1 if we go by genus).

Aha, we have both trees, yay! I hear you say. What's next? Well I'll tell ya: the secret third tree. That's right, if you look out over the cliff edge and zoom waaaay in on the distant landscape...

Look at those blobby tops! still a kind of evergreen, but definitely a different model/texture than the one we looked at close up. Here's a slightly better shot of the new thing on the left, and the Spruce 1's on the right:

You can see these "distant" trees are in fact flat 2-dimensional models also, not meant to be looked at up close (and this is as close as i could get without flycam to aid the photo mode 180mm lens). At this distance, I can't make any confident claims about its species. It may in fact actually be Two species and just too low res for me to be sure. But the branches look "droopier" and the coverage up the trunk less even, and almost bloby in places. My shot-in-the-dark on at least some of these would be jack pine, just for the... weird sickly look (SORRY JACK PINE). or a sad droopy spruce. idk. maybe we'll see them closer up later and i can make better guesses. Let's go with Evergreen 2 for now since I can't even narrow that down, and maybe we'll be able to get closer later.

Ok, now some extra notes while I'm still talking about trees. One fun thing in this game is that there are leaves suspended in the air or fluttering down, and also leaves on the ground as part of the ground texture. This is great for immersion (to me...) and a fun addition, but there is one specific part that drives me insane. Ok lets look at floating leaves first:

From left to right. 1. cute! what is plausibly an aspen leaf floating around! it matches what's on the trees (mostly), the airborne ones are blurrier so we can't get more detail than that up here. 2. what. why is there an entire smooth leaf floating around here. that doesnt come from either of these trees... 3. WHAT THE HELL IS AN OAK LEAF DOING HERE???? what? ok we have left all my notes on forest type behind. i... yeah, there's nothing i can do for this. black oak leaves simply got into the texture files and got sprinkled in like confetti despite being nowhere in miles. this is fine. i can let it go. surly i can just not stare at the floating leaves and be able to forget. lets look at the ground next and--

FUCK. well. okay. i guess we are just living with the secret oaks always offscreen where you can't see them i guess. sigh. but no i just think this is a texture files not being specifically built to match the environement thing, which is how it goes. There's more of those entire/smooth leaves too that were floating around, so oh well. I miiight be able to attribute some of those to the shrubs I'll post about later but definitely the oak are out of place. but we DO have a lot of aspen leaves on the ground AND in varying states of decay though, and that's exciting, so we have that going for us. we also have spruce needles (yay!) and pine needles (hm). if the Evergreen2 are pine, I will let this slide. we also get a glimpse of the moss here but i'm saving moss for later, as a treat.

And one last note: dead trees! I think it's a really nice touch that there are dying or dead trees of both major species sprinked through the forest. Here's a selection.

we also dooo have the "downed stumps" which... are too decayed to guess at species. but the bark and shape don't match either of the species we have either.

Again, these are just a separate "dead tree" model/texture unrelated to the other parts of the forest, probably. It's ambiguous enough to go under the radar of probably everyone who's not me though and add nice realism and texture to the landscape, so I am not offended by this unlike the oak leaves.

That's all my tree notes, and this post is already so long, so I'll end it here. If you are a Tree Nerd and have firm opinions on the species of spruce (or fir) present, please feel free to chime in--this actually goes for all my ecology posts, please go ahead and feel free to contribute thoughts! I'll do this area's grasses, herbacious plants, shrubs, moss, and rocks in their own post(s) next.

Now, I do want to end on a general note about ecology... Arlathan forest is north of Tevinter and Antiva, at the same latitude as Rivain. It's right on the coast. In theory, we should be into subtropical climate here, as Thedas exists in the souther hemisphere of it's planet, so the further north we go the warmer it gets (verified by Dorian talking about how cold southern countries are compared to Tevinter, and Par Vollen/Qunari lands being mentioned as very tropical). So waht's up? Well, the above tree composition is characteristic of "Aspen parkland"--which is subboreal. Why is such a cool-temperate forest doing in the "hot" part of Thedas? It happens to be the kind of forest that exists in Alberta and other stretches of Canada, including the area surrounding Edmonton, where the Bioware studio is. So I do think this was a case of devs/artists taking inspiration for a game location from a beautiful nearby area, and putting it into the game regardless of the technical climate it should fit. So that's fine, and why we're not going to start adding in extra geological explanations like this being a weirdly cool microclimate due to weird currents or bizarre elevation change or whatever. I mean I could try to make it plausible with a combo of weird geography and magic eventually if i get bored enough, but it'd be a real stretch, so lets leave that alone for now.

[tinyowlthoughts]

Been rewatching The Amazing Digital Circus and began to wonder, who helps Caine with all the assets and metadata? Well, wonder no longer! It's Biblia!

Small, loud, and possibly narcoleptic, this tiny owl is charge of the TADC Asset Library. It's her job to keep track of all the files Caine uses in his adventures, and to find them when needed. Of course, she and Caine have very different ideas of how the files should be organized...

No matter! She's the librarian, she'll just put it all back together after Caine messes it up again. No worries. It's not like she has a million other things to do, like upgrading and updating the files while they're dormant to make sure they're not degrading in storage. Speaking of, she pulled this one crocodile - alligator? - NPC for the fast food adventure, and something is a bit off with his code...

No need to worry. It's not like he can abstract, or spontaneously gain sentience and sapience, being an NPC, right? She'll just tuck him back in the card catalog and hopefully nothing will ever come of this little quirk! Besides, she has to make sure Jax hasn't made off with all the centipedes again...

Despite being a resident of the circus, Biblia wouldn't consider herself a 'friend' of the players. She's happy to assist them and speak with them when they come to her library (barring Jax, who has a permanent ban he ignores), but is far happier in her own company, or at her weekly tea with Bubble. As a program, she doesn't feel the same need for socializing the players do. (She's terribly fond of them, but refuses to admit getting attached. It just makes the abstractions harder...)

After first being created, she did question Caine about his choice of form - she is neither a toy nor a circus act. He waxed poetic about the long history in Western culture of owls being associate with wisdom, libraries and learning institutions. That made sense (in an odd-ball, Caine-like way). When asked about the size, Caine shrugged and called her travel-sized.

She didn't speak to him for a week.

Despite having access to her own metadata, thus the ability to change her form, Biblia has learned to be happy with her size, as it lets her be quick, quiet, and sneaky - all necessary things for the TADC Asset Librarian. Besides, Caine would be sad if she changed. And there are much more...educational things she can do with the metadata. Things that remind Jax why he needs to stay out of her library.

Maybe one day they'll get along, but I'm not holding my breath.

(My first time drawing the TADC cast - so much fun, and such a challenge! Loved figuring out Zooble for her picture.)

For my Master's in Library Science, in one class we had to create a classification for a specific collection (I did horror novels), as well as figure out parts of the metadata that would be used in an ILS (Integrated Library System). It was my favorite project, along with my metadata classes, so when I was thinking of what a TDAC OC would look like, the asset librarian came to mind! I hope you like her - or at least think her and Jax torturing each other is a little funny.

Cheers!

[voxina]

Liam's death investigation official update

The head of the National Criminal and Correctional Court No. 34, Laura Bruniard, processed last Friday the five people accused in the framework of the investigation that the Public Prosecutor's Office carried out on the death of Liam James Payne, which occurred on October 16 when the 31-year-old British musician fell from the balcony of the hotel in the Buenos Aires neighborhood of Palermo where he had been staying for three days. Three of the accused were processed without preventive detention for negligent homicide, and the other two for the crime of supplying narcotics, and they were ordered to preventive detention.

The defendants were charged at the time by the head of the National Criminal and Correctional Prosecutor's Office No. 14, prosecutor Andrés Esteban Madrea, who investigated the circumstances of the incident from the beginning.

RLN, the victim’s representative who accompanied Payne on this trip to Buenos Aires to obtain his US visa again; the hotel manager, GAM; and the head of reception, ERG; are the three accused of “culpable homicide,” a crime contemplated in article 84 of the Penal Code (CP) and which provides for a sentence of 1 to 5 years in prison for anyone who “through imprudence, negligence, lack of skill in their art or profession or failure to observe the regulations or duties in their charge causes the death of another.” The judge also placed an embargo on all three of them for 50 million pesos each.

Meanwhile, the EDP hotel employee and a waiter whom Payne met in the Puerto Madero neighborhood and whose initials are BNP, were prosecuted for “supply of narcotics,” a crime specified in article 5, section “e” of Law No. 23,737 on Narcotics, which provides for a sentence of 4 to 15 years in prison. Both were given preventive detention and five million pesos in assets were seized.

In the case of RLN, Payne's companion during his stay in Argentina, there was a difference in the criminal classification chosen by the judge, since the prosecutor Madrea, when charging him and requesting his questioning, had done so for more serious crimes: abandonment of a person followed by death - contemplated in article 106 of the Criminal Code and which carries a sentence of 5 to 15 years in prison -, as the author, in ideal competition with supply and facilitation of narcotics.

"Bringing Payne up to room 310 in that state, where he was staying, was creating a legally unacceptable risk to his life," the judge said.

The accusations

In the resolution, Bruniard transcribes the five charges formulated by the MPF at the time of the investigations and whose details are as follows:

EDP ​​(hotel employee): He is accused of having delivered cocaine, for a fee, once on October 15, 2024, at 3:25 a.m., and the next time on October 16, 2024, between 3:30 p.m. and 4:00 p.m., for Liam James Payne to consume during his stay at the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, located at 6032 Costa Rica Street in this city.

BNP (waiter): he is accused of having delivered cocaine, for a fee, on October 14, at 3:24 a.m., for Payne to consume at the hotel, where he even accompanied him to room #310, checking in with him, between 3:25 a.m. and 8:15 a.m. when he checked out. Also, on the same day, he is accused of having delivered more cocaine, for a fee, for the accused to consume, between 10:03 a.m. and 10:44 a.m., on which occasion Payne went to the defendant's home, at 400 Agüero Street in the Federal Capital, traveling in a taxi and returning to the hotel.

RLN (representative): he is held criminally responsible for the death of Liam James Payne through the execution of actions and omissions in the period prior to and contemporaneous that culminated in Payne falling from the balcony of room No. 310 corresponding to the Casa Sur Palermo hotel […]. Thus, the accused N. failed to comply with his duties of care, assistance and aid that he had towards Payne due not only to a pre-existing legal duty but also to specific functions of guidance and personal accompaniment, previously coordinated and accepted by the relevance and activities of his profession, abandoning him to his fate, knowing that he was incapable of caring for himself, knowing that the accused suffered from multiple previous addictions - to alcohol and cocaine - and having full knowledge of the state of intoxication, vulnerability and helplessness in which he found himself.

GAM (hotel manager): She was present in the lobby at the time prior to the events and noticed the state of health of Lyam James Payne, who was unable to stand due to the consumption of various substances. The manager was in charge of the establishment and allowed, at least by omission, for Payne to be taken to his room moments before his death. In the room, number 310 of the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, there was a balcony that, given the detailed situation, was a source of risk for Payne. […] The conduct that M. should have carried out was to keep him safe in an area without sources of danger, in company and until medical care was provided for him.

ERG (hotel reception manager): was present in the hotel lobby at the time prior to the events and noticed the state of health of Lyam James Payne, who was unable to stand due to the consumption of various substances. G. led a group of three people who dragged Payne to his room moments before his death. In the room, number 310 of the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, there was a balcony that, given the detailed picture, was a source of risk for Payne. […] The conduct that G. should have carried out was to keep him safe in an area without sources of danger, in company and until he could be provided with medical care.

"I maintain that the person named tried to leave from the balcony of the place where he was left because the forensic experts noted that he did not lose his balance. This is how the fall occurred," explained the magistrate.

The supply of drugs

In the case of the EDP hotel employee, Bruniard said he shared "the prosecutor's theory that the accused provided cocaine to Payne for a fee."

Based on testimony and analysis of some of the footage, he mentioned that the accused received “100 dollars” from the victim in exchange for buying drugs from him and that, on another occasion, the British musician sent a car to the defendant’s home in the Buenos Aires district of Lomas de Zamora to bring him more narcotics.

Regarding the waiter BNP - who in his defense admitted having given drugs to Payne but stated that he did so to spend time with him - the judge also agreed with "the prosecutor's thesis that the delivery of cocaine was for money."

To do so, he evaluated the chats between the musician and the defendant that talked about it, the hotel footage that captured the waiter's arrival at the hotel in the early hours of October 14 and his departure almost five hours later, and the fact that "Payne asked for money at the reception desk while the defendant was in his room."

"In this case, it was proven that both EDP and BNP supplied cocaine in exchange for money to Liam James Payne," Bruniard said, supporting the MPF's accusation.

The judge's thesis 

In the grounds of the indictment, and after analyzing and validating the evidence collected by the prosecution, the judge developed her own "thesis" on what happened to the former leader of the band One Direction .

Bruniard stated that “it was proven by the testimonies gathered by the prosecutor that Liam James Payne had a history of addiction.” In this regard, he explained that he was seen demanding cocaine and alcohol by the staff of the Casa Sur Palermo hotel and that “the autopsy performed on his body showed that the death was caused by multiple trauma and internal and external bleeding,” and that “the presence of cocaine and alcohol in large quantities was confirmed.”

“On October 16, moments before 5 p.m., Payne was unable to care for himself,” the judge noted, pointing out as evidence of this the photograph incorporated into the case, which corresponds to the footage taken by a camera in the hotel lobby, where at 4:54 p.m. the musician was seen unconscious and being dragged “by three people.”

“The way he was being handled shows a state of vulnerability,” the judge said, referring to the situation of the hotel manager and receptionist, stating that “bringing Payne up in that state to room 310 where he was staying was creating a legally disapproved risk to his life.”

“Payne’s consciousness was altered and there was a balcony in the room. The proper thing to do was to leave him in a safe place and with company until a doctor arrived. The people responsible at the hotel that day were the manager GAM and the head of reception ERG,” he added.

When analyzing the hotel security camera recordings presented by the prosecution, Bruniard also highlighted that thanks to them it was possible to observe that the head of reception ERG “is the one who led Payne to be dragged to his room” and that “the images are compelling” when this defendant and the manager GAM are seen moments before 5 p.m. “in the hallway of room 310,” and that minutes later the victim was found dead in the restaurant's patio.

Payne wanted to leave through the balcony

In another section of the ruling, the judge mentioned that, according to her hypothesis, Payne did not faint when he fell into the void, but that, in his state of intoxication due to polydrug use, he tried to leave the room through the balcony and thus fell.

“I maintain that the person named tried to leave from the balcony of the place where he was left because the forensic experts noted that he did not lose his balance. This is how the fall occurred,” explained the magistrate, who to support this theory mentioned an extension of the report of the Forensic Medical Corps and an ocular inspection carried out on December 5 at the Casa Sur Palermo hotel, in which the magistrate herself participated.

“I believe that M. (manager) and G. (head of reception) did not act maliciously in relation to the singer's death, but they were imprudent in allowing him to be taken to the room and taking him there respectively. They created a legally disapproved risk and Payne's death is the concretisation of that risk. The named man tried to leave via the balcony, in the state detailed, he fell into the void and died,” he concluded.

According to the forensic experts, Payne fell into the hotel restaurant's patio "without any sign of defense," which caused multiple injuries to his body, especially to his head after hitting the concrete support of an umbrella directly.

"Payne's consciousness was altered and there was a balcony in the room. The proper thing to do was to leave him in a safe place and with company until a doctor arrived," the judge said.

The situation of the companion

Regarding RLN -who assisted Payne during his stay in Buenos Aires-, the judge held that “he is responsible for the crime of negligent homicide as the perpetrator given that he had assumed a position of guarantor in front of the family of the deceased.” Based on testimony statements and analysis of communications and messaging chats presented by the prosecution, she added that “it is evident that this defendant was Liam James Payne's contact for the hotel.”

She explained that RLN was present at the hotel moments before the dangerous situation occurred and this is supported by the images that show him leaving Casa Sur at 16:11 - some 50 minutes before the incident. "I believe that at that point, given the results of the autopsy, Payne's state of vulnerability was evident. N. could not trust that the rest of the hotel staff would act appropriately," the magistrate assessed, beyond the continuity of the investigation.

The rating

In justifying the criminal classification chosen for the three defendants for negligent homicide, the judge explained that "the situation of these defendants can be treated jointly, although each one must answer as the author for their act given that there is no co-authorship in the negligent crime and the way in which they have created the risk situation, which resulted in Payne's death, is different."

“In this specific case, I do not consider that N. (representative), M. (manager) or G. (head of reception) planned and wanted Payne’s death. They did not imagine the outcome but they created a legally disapproved risk. M. created this, in his role as manager of the establishment, by allowing Payne to go up to room 310. G. did so by leading the group of people who took Payne to the aforementioned room. […] What happened was foreseeable,” he said.

"In the case of N. (representative), he should have consulted a doctor given the commitment made to the family of the deceased. He should have done this without relying on what the hotel employees could do," he assessed.

Finally, the judge considered that "the three people who are being prosecuted have contributed, although not in a planned manner, to creating a risk that resulted in Payne's death, whether by action or omission."

Precautionary measures

In justifying the pretrial detention of the hotel employee and the waiter, Bruniard took into account the expected sentence for the crime for which they were prosecuted, which does not allow a suspended sentence.

Regarding the three defendants charged with manslaughter - who were not given preventive detention - the magistrate indicated that there were no procedural risks, that they have roots and that the sentence does allow for a suspended sentence. In any case, the prohibition against RLN, a US citizen, was upheld in order to guarantee his permanence in the country.

[SOURCE]