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mine before you knew it. 𝜗𝜚 ben poindexter.

dex has been watching you long before you ever noticed him. every post, every route, every person you talk to; he's documented it all. when someone flirts with you at a party, he decides it’s time to make himself known. you don’t remember inviting him in, but he’s already in your house, and he doesn’t plan on leaving.

cw ᝰ .ᐟ canon dex behaviour ,, stalker!dex ,, obsessive tendencies ,, gn!reader (you/your) ,, drinking ,, jealousy ,, dark themes

you didn’t notice him at first.

that part used to bother him. not that you were careless, he never thought that, but that you didn’t see him. not in the way he saw you. maybe you caught glimpses, brushed past him in crowded halls or skimmed over his name in comment sections or replies, maybe you liked a message he left, once. that was enough to ruin him for days.

he still remembers the first time you looked through him like he wasn’t there. it was raining. you had one hand over your phone, shielding the screen from the drizzle, scrolling — laughing — and he watched you laugh at something someone else had said. not him. not yet. that’s when he knew it couldn’t stay like this.

you needed someone who would keep track of things when you didn’t. someone to notice the people getting a little too close. someone who pays attention. dex pays attention like it’s religion. your posts, your playlists, the way you smile with closed lips when you're tired. he has it all. every route you take home, every photo tagged, every drink you order even though you never finish it. he keeps it like it’s sacred. like it matters.

because to him, it does.

he doesn’t sleep much anymore. not since he found you, not since your presence became a constant static in his brain. sleep feels like missing something. like letting go of a thread that he's wound too tightly around his fingers to ever want undone.

he scrolls through your stories with the kind of reverence people reserve for prayer. slows down when you’re on camera. pauses. rewatches. the way your lashes cast shadows when you glance down, the flicker of your fingers tucking hair behind your ear. background noise doesn’t matter. no one else matters, it’s always been just you.

your laugh — he has audio saved. cropped clean, renamed, catalogued by date. you laughed differently last week. more tired. he noticed. that’s why he’s here, why he’s watching. someone needs to be paying attention.

the air in his room is dim and dust-heavy, lit only by the screen glow, your face reflected faintly in the dark glass of his monitor. next to it a corkboard cluttered with ticket stubs, receipts, blurry polaroids. things you touched, things you threw away. he kept them all.

there’s a looped video playing in the background. you’re walking down a street, wrapped in a jacket that isn’t warm enough. he knows that jacket. it’s the one you always wear when you’re anxious. he has another video from two weeks later, where you don’t wear it. he replays both, side by side. wonders what changed.

he knows you’re throwing a party tonight.

you posted about it two hours ago, tagged someone he doesn’t recognize. he’s already on his way before the story expires. he screenshotted it anyway, just in case.

the train is mostly empty, flickering overhead lights, a low mechanical drone, the soft murmur of strangers behind cracked earbuds. dex doesn’t look at anyone; no one looks at him. he prefers it this way. he sits near the back, hoodie up, one leg jittering faintly with the rhythm of the tracks, the motion sharp, nervous, hungry.

his phone is still in his hand, thumb brushing over the curve of your smile on his screen like it’s fragile, like it might disappear if he presses too hard. you’re wearing the little silver necklace again. the one you always wear. he remembers when you got it. remembers the caption. “felt like treating myself.”

he wonders if you knew how that would make him feel. if you had any idea how that sentence would spiral in his head for weeks.

treating yourself.

as if anyone else should be allowed to.

he closes the story, scrolls down. reads the comments again. a few are harmless. some are not. one stands out. someone calling you baby like they have the right. he’s seen that username before, already looked them up. his grip on the phone tightens.

the train slows, brakes shriek like metal in pain. the lights flicker again, a little too long this time. he doesn’t mind the sound. it covers the noise in his head.

he’s only three stops away now. he could walk it, if he needed to. he already mapped the route, just in case. just in case something like this happened. you getting touched by hands that don’t deserve you. you laughing like that for someone who isn’t him. he can’t have that. not when he’s been so patient.

not when he’s already memorized the way you say hello, how it changes depending on the time of day. not when he’s tracked every shift in your mood, the songs you post at 3 a.m., the spacing in your texts when you’re lonely but pretending not to be. not when he’s so close now.

three stops away. three blocks out. he steps off the train with a precision that doesn’t look like purpose, but is. rain clings to the sidewalk in thin, reflective puddles. city lights warp inside them like oil spills. it’s cold enough to sting, but he doesn’t notice. he’s too busy thinking about you — what you’ll be wearing, how your voice will sound layered over music, laughter, other people’s noise.

he hates that part. the other people part. you shine too easily in crowds.

he tugs his hood tighter. passes lit windows, strangers smoking under awnings, the occasional blur of passing traffic. your building is a few minutes from here. he’s made the walk before. not often. not too often. just enough to understand what kind of locks are on your front door, how long your hallway light stays on, which window belongs to you.

he wonders if you’ve had a drink yet. if your cheeks are flushed. if you’ve smiled at someone the way you used to smile at your camera — soft and a little distant, like the world couldn’t quite reach you.

he checks his phone again. the story is down. your name still sits at the top of his screen like it belongs there. you tagged someone he didn’t know, and that alone was enough to bring him here. he scrolls down again, rereads the comment. the one that didn’t sit right. the one with a nickname you never gave him. it burns a little.

everything does lately.

he crosses the last street, the building is already in view now — faint music spilling from the windows, warm yellow light pooling on the sidewalk. people inside, silhouettes moving, laughing, forgetting themselves. he wonders if you feel different tonight. he wonders if you know you’re being watched.

not by the strangers in the room, not by the guy trying too hard to impress you with a joke he stole off twitter, but by someone who knows you better than they ever could. he pauses just short of the entrance. watches. listens.

the music is too loud, the kind of song people only pretend to like when they’re drunk. someone’s shouting over it, slurring a story no one cares to hear. he lets it all blur. his eyes flicker past the doorway, over unfamiliar faces, a haze of movement. not you. not yet. but he knows you’re here. he steps inside like the house was built for him, like the party was always meant to be watched from behind his eyes. no one looks twice.

he moves slow, slides through the crush of people like smoke, like a shadow with a pulse. a girl bumps into him, her perfume clings for a second too long. he doesn’t react. his hands stay in the pockets of his jacket. his phone, warm against his palm, vibrates once — a notification from the account he uses just to track your likes. he doesn’t need to open it. he knows whatever it is, it’s about you.

the apartment is bigger than it looked from the outside. open floor plan, too many candles, too much fake gold and velvet. he catches fragments of laughter, bits of voices — but none of them belong to you.

he keeps walking. not frantic, never that. he’s patient. he always finds you in the end. you’re here, somewhere. he can feel it in his chest like gravity.

the air inside clings heavy, sweetened with spilled liquor, candle smoke, too many perfumes layered over sweat and skin. everything feels a little slow, like the whole night is being seen through a fogged window. ben moves through the rooms like he’s underwater. his eyes flicker over faces, details.

the chipped black nail polish on a girl’s fingers as she flicks her lighter. a boy leaning too close into someone else’s space. laugh lines deepened by wine. none of it is you.

still, he watches. catalogues.

there’s a mirror on the wall near the hallway. big, gold-framed, antique but fake. he stops in front of it. not to look at himself — he knows what he looks like — but to study the room reflected behind him. you’re not in the mirror, either.

he can hear someone playing with the music in the next room, skipping too fast through a playlist that doesn’t know what it wants to be. bass fades into bedroom pop, then dissolves into silence — someone laughs, and for a split second, he thinks it’s you. his stomach pulls. but it’s not. he knows the shape of your laugh. he knows the way it folds when you’re drunk, the way it curls when you’re trying to hide something.

this one’s too loud. too shallow. not yours.

he moves on.

past bodies slouched across velvet couches, half-finished drinks sweating on coffee tables, a cigarette smoldering in someone’s untouched hand. the party is bleeding at the edges, he can feel it. that late-night looseness, when everything starts to fray and people forget how they’re supposed to behave. how they’re supposed to watch themselves. he wonders if you’ve already started to drift. if your mind is somewhere else. he wonders if anyone else would notice. not like he would, of course.

they don’t know how your eyes get distant when you’re overwhelmed. how your fingers twitch when you want to leave but don’t say it. he’d know. he’d make everyone leave the party for you.

he moves down the hallway now, the one that leads to the kitchen — then the bedrooms, and then the back balcony where you sometimes go when you need air but don’t want to say it out loud. he’s memorized the layout of your apartment down to the way the floorboards creak by the bookshelf. he’s only ever seen parts of it in your photos, your stories, glimpses over your shoulder on video calls. but he knows it. he knows it like it belongs to him.

the kitchen is a mess — half-empty bottles, a bowl of melting ice, three wine glasses with smudged lipstick rings. someone he doesn’t recognize is leaning against your counter like they belong there. they don’t. he stares long enough for them to feel it. long enough for them to shift, unease creeping into their shoulders before they look away.

good.

he likes that they’re uncomfortable.

they should be.

he doesn’t see you here either, but your presence is everywhere. your handwriting on a sticky note near the fridge. your playlist still looping in the background, quiet under the thrum of conversation. your jacket — draped over the arm of the couch in the other room. you were here.

he can feel the ghost of your warmth in the space, like breath in cold air. he takes a slow breath. your house. your party. your people — though none of them matter, not really. you’ve let them in, yes. but he knows you didn’t mean to let everyone in. not like that. they’re all just passing through. just noise. he’s the one who stays. he’s the one who sees everything.

then he hears it. your laugh. it floats in from the living room, warm and real and unmistakable. cut sharp through the hum of chatter and music and clinking glass. like a thread tugged through the air. like fate snapping its fingers. his whole body stills. his eyes close for half a second, just to feel it better. to let it sink in. you’re close. he doesn’t rush toward it, he just moves. like a tide pulling in.

he slips past the doorway, brushing shoulders with someone who doesn’t even register him. doesn’t matter. they never do.

the laugh comes again. closer this time. a little louder, a little messier. you’re not alone. his jaw tightens and he keeps moving.

your voice. your real voice, not filtered through a screen or muffled in headphones. alive. unguarded. glowing at the edges. he follows the sound around the corner, weaving through bodies, until — he sees you. finally.

you’re in the den, low-ceilinged, warm with too many bodies, lights strung haphazardly along the curtain rods like someone tried to make it feel magical and forgot halfway through. someone opened the window a crack and the cold drifts in lazily, mixing with the warmth of too many people, too much perfume, the sharp bite of citrusy liquor poured too generously.

you’re sitting on the edge of the couch, one leg folded underneath you, the other dangling lazily, like you’ve forgotten how beautiful you look just existing. your drink is sweating in your hand. your smile is tilted — soft, glossy, and just a little reckless. you’re laughing. at him.

the boy beside you is leaning in too close, smiling too wide, saying something that makes you tilt your head, your mouth parting like you’re about to say something clever. you touch his arm. ben watches — still, from the doorway.

the rest of the party falls away.

his breath halts in his throat. just for a moment. just long enough to feel it catch, raw and bitter behind his teeth. you’re smiling like you mean it, laughing like this is easy, like you’ve done this before. maybe you have.

he doesn’t move closer yet; he watches. his eyes trace the shape of you — your bare shoulders, the little twist of your mouth when you sip from your drink, the way you tuck your foot under yourself when you're starting to get too comfortable.

he knows what that means. you’re not thinking about leaving.

his hands curl slowly into fists inside his jacket pockets. the guy next to you — he’s talking too much. too confident. too unaware. he doesn’t know that everything about this room has been witnessed. that ben has watched your smile a thousand times and knows the difference between real and polite. between safe and open. between yours and not theirs.

dex has studied this exact angle of your face in grainy videos and bathroom-mirror selfies, he’s memorized the way your smile falters when you start to get tired, the way you hold eye contact for half a second longer when you’re flirting. and this boy — this idiot — is reading it all wrong.

he’s acting like you belong to anyone.

like you’re available to be touched, to be offered drinks, to be read like you haven’t already been written, rewritten, underlined, and claimed in the quiet corners of def’ mind.

he steps into the room quietly, his presence pressing into the space like a shift in weather. he doesn’t look at you right away. doesn’t storm over. no, that would be obvious. that would give too much away. dex knows how to play this game better than anyone.

he lingers near the bookcase. pretends to scan the spines like he's looking for something — maybe a title, maybe a reason to be here that isn’t you— but it’s all for show. he already knows every book you own. alphabetical order, dog-eared corners, broken spines where you reread the same passage over and over. he’s traced them all in your photos, in your videos, in the background of the life you unknowingly broadcast to him.

his jaw tenses when you laugh again. he can’t help it. it bubbles up inside him — something low and burning and dangerous. the guy beside you touches your arm. light, casual. dex sees red.

he moves. not toward you yet, just into orbit. close enough to cast a shadow.

he brushes past a girl holding a half-full drink, and in a motion so precise it almost looks accidental, his shoulder clips her just enough. her arm jolts. vodka cranberry arcs mid-air in a pink-red blur. direct hit. the guy flinches, sputters, curses. his shirt clings to his chest, stained, dripping.

people turn. there’s a murmur. laughter, a few oof’s. a half-hearted apology from the girl, too dazed to question how it happened. the guy’s face flushes. annoyed. embarrassed. he stands up quickly, muttering something about towels.

just like that he’s gone. dex doesn’t look at him, doesn’t have to. he’s already shifting toward you now. eyes soft, smile subtle, hands still in his pockets. harmless.

“that looked messy.” he offers, low enough for only you to hear, voice a perfect calm. as if he didn’t cause it. as if he hadn’t orchestrated it down to the second.

his voice is easy. it should sound casual, but it doesn’t. not to you. not when you turn your head to look at him, eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and curiosity, and for a brief moment, he sees the way your lips part, your eyes narrowing slightly, like you’re about to ask him if he did that on purpose.

did he?

he swallows. the thought nearly chokes him. but then you laugh — light, effortless, that same soft sound that wraps around him like a ribbon. just like that the world outside of you starts to blur again. your laugh hangs in the air like smoke, curling into his lungs, filling up his chest. it’s everything, and it's nowhere, all at once. the sound of you, the way you look when you’re talking, the way your eyes sparkle when you’re this close, it’s too much.

his heart hammers in his chest. a slow thump. and another. and another. it’s getting louder. faster. pounding like it’s trying to escape.

you’re still talking. he hears the words now, but they’re slipping off the edges of his mind. the way your mouth moves, the softness of your voice — the jealousy tightening around his throat, squeezing, coiling like a snake, suffocating his every breath.

why were you laughing with him?

why was he touching you?

you don’t need him.

you should be looking at me.

im the one who sees you.

his fingers twitch, the barest tremor sliding through his hands, and for a second, he wants to reach out. wants to pull you away. to wrap his hands around your wrist and just drag you into another room where he can lock the door and forget this whole damn night ever happened.

the softness of your gaze, the glint in your eyes, it’s all hazy. it’s blurring. everything around him blurs. his stomach twists. then the silence cuts through. you stop talking. you’re looking at him now.

there’s a sudden sharpness in your gaze, like you’ve noticed something in him that wasn’t there a moment ago. that thought is the one thing that brings him crashing back to the surface. the room is still too loud, the bodies around you, shifting, laughing, lost in their own worlds — none of it matters.

none of it is real. not when you’re looking at him like that.

your voice, still soft and questioning, breaks through the chaos in his head. “hey” you’re a little unsure, a little confused. “are you okay?”

it’s just a question. it’s a simple question. but the way it lands, the way it cuts through the fog in his brain, it’s enough to make him stop. he swallows hard. focuses.

calm down.

calm down.

control yourself.

“yeah — yeah, i’m fine.” he finally speaks, voice light. he rolls his shoulders back like he’s just shaking something off, like the air hasn’t gone razor-sharp behind his ribs. lets out a half-laugh, even adds a slight smirk for effect. “think your friend took the worst of it, honestly.” he nods toward the direction the guy disappeared, all soaked and humiliated. his tone is teasing, like they’re sharing some inside joke. “he okay?”

you blink up at him — eyes glassy, glossy, just a little hazy around the edges. he notices the way your pupils flutter when you try to focus, how your smile pulls wider than it needs to. you’re tipsy. not gone, but warm. soft around the edges.

“he’s fine,” you giggle, waving your drink a little carelessly. “drama queen. probably just didn’t wanna ruin his shoes.” you take a sip like punctuation, the rim of the cup tilting a little too far before you catch it. your fingers are relaxed, loose, the way they get when you’re floating a few drinks in, weightless, like nothing could go wrong.

dex watches you over the edge of his smile. it’s still there — half-curved, practiced, soft enough to look harmless. but his eyes are too steady, too still. “drama queen?” he lets the words roll off his tongue, amused. “gonna start calling him that to his face? or is that a secret between us now?”

you laugh again — louder this time. your head tips back just slightly, and dex watches the curve of your throat with something sharp behind his teeth. “maybe,” you say, grinning. “depends if you’re fun enough to keep around.”

it’s a joke. just a tipsy, casual joke. it hits him like a match dragged across dry skin. “i can be,” he says softly. “but you might find out i’m hard to get rid of.”

your smile twitches like you’re not sure if he’s kidding. you don’t ask, just sip again. someone in the kitchen laughs too loud. someone else trips on the rug and swears under their breath. here, in the den, it feels quieter. smaller. just the two of you — your knee nearly touching his now, your body turned toward him without even thinking about it.

your drink’s almost gone. he notices. “need a refill?” he offers, voice all honeyed charm now. you nod, too quickly, eyes bright. he takes the cup from your hand with a little smirk. “stay right here,” he says. “i’ll be right back.”

he moves through the kitchen with a calm that’s far too deliberate. people brush past him — laughing, shouting, spilling little drops of glittering liquid onto the tile. his fingers tighten slightly around the plastic cup. your cup. he doesn’t need to put anything in it. doesn’t need to force it. you’re already leaning in. already smiling, already tilting toward him like flowers stretch toward sunlight.

you just need one more drink. maybe two. enough to loosen you further, enough to peel back the little walls that sober you wears so politely.

he finds the half-empty bottle you left on the counter — cheap vodka with a citrus twist, already sweating in the warmth of too many bodies. he pours carefully, fills the cup just a little more than he should. adds the mixer — orange soda, too sweet, too fluorescent — and stirs it with the back of a plastic spoon.

his movements are precise, methodical. like he’s done this before. like he’s practiced. someone tries to talk to him, some guy he doesn’t know, doesn’t care to know, asking if he’s new here, if he came with someone. dex smiles. nods. says nothing. he’s already turning away before the guy finishes his sentence. you’re waiting.

when he steps back into the den you’re still there. sitting curled into the couch, legs tucked beneath you, drinkless and a little flushed. you glance up when you see him, and your smile stretches across your face like the lights strung behind you.

he holds out the cup like a peace offering. “as requested,” he smirks. “one dangerously unmeasured refill.” you take it from him without hesitation, fingers brushing his, no suspicion in your eyes.

“you trying to get me drunk?” you tease, raising an eyebrow as you take a sip. your voice is lighter now, playful. but you don’t stop drinking.

dex lets out a short laugh. “just trying to be fun enough for you, right?” you hum around the rim of the cup, then sip again, deeper this time. the buzz in your bloodstream is louder now. he can see it. the way your posture softens, the way your eyes linger longer on his mouth when he speaks. “so,” he says, voice low, conversational. “you throw parties like this often? or just when your friends need somewhere to spill drinks and ruin their shoes?”

you laugh again. you’re doing that more around him now. he files that away. your drink swirls lazily in your hand. “not really,” you admit, tilting your head, letting it rest against the back of the couch. “i’m not really... a party girl or whatever.” you make a vague gesture toward the crowd, nose wrinkling just slightly. “this isn’t really my scene. i’m just—” you pause, then smile, a little crooked.“my friend’s going through it. breakup. needed noise and a reason to wear too much eyeliner.”

dex already knew that.

of course he did. he saw the post two days ago— a bathroom mirror pic with your friend pouting and a caption like he didn’t deserve me anyway. he’d clocked the timeline, the comments, the playlist you posted that same night — sad girl summer with three ironic heart emojis.

but hearing you say it? hearing it in your voice, seeing the soft little twitch of sympathy on your face, the way you care for people who don’t even notice how tired you look when you host for their sake — it makes his jaw tighten behind the curve of his smile. that’s nice of you,” he leans in just slightly. “throwing a whole party for someone else. not a lot of people would do that.”

you shrug, sipping again, eyes flicking down to your lap. “i don’t mind. i like making people feel okay.” then, after a pause: “i guess i like when things are light, even if it’s not really for me.”

that hits him harder than he expects. he watches you fiddle with the edge of your cup. you don’t realize how much you’ve already said. how much you’ve given away. “people ever do that for you?” he asks. it’s casual, tossed out like small talk, but it lands heavy.

you blink. surprised, maybe. then smile again, but this one’s thinner. “not really,” you say after a second. “but it’s fine. i don’t really need that kind of thing.”

he hums. doesn’t say anything right away. lets the moment breathe. because this is the part he’s been waiting for. — when your voice goes softer. when your walls start to dip, just slightly, when the noise of the party becomes background and you forget, for just a moment, that you barely know him.

“well,” he responds, voice smooth now, low and certain, “you deserve that kind of thing.” his eyes stay locked on yours. no smile now — just honesty, or something that feels close to it. “someone should look out for you the way you look out for everyone else.”

you blink slowly at him, eyes a little heavy now, the edges of your thoughts all syrupy-sweet. his words settle into you like warmth, like something you didn’t know you were cold without. the way he’s looking at you — it’s not like the others.

“you’re tall,” you murmur, not quite accusing, but enough to wrinkle your nose a little. you lean your head further back against the couch to keep him in your line of sight. “it’s annoying. my neck’s gonna lock up.” he huffs a laugh, and there’s something else in it — something softer. something dangerous. he watches you blink at him, lazy and flushed, lips curved with amusement. “maybe you should sit down.” you add, your voice slipping into something half-teasing. you pat the empty spot beside you with a kind of innocent finality, like you’re making a perfectly reasonable request and not handing him exactly what he wants. “i’m not gonna yell across the room just to flirt with you.”

dex moves before the words fully register. controlled, like he’s done this a hundred times in a hundred different dreams. he sinks into the couch next to you — slow enough to seem effortless, close enough that your shoulders nearly brush. the cushion shifts beneath his weight. your drink wobbles a little in your hand, but you don’t move. he can smell your perfume from here now. soft and a little worn-in, like you sprayed it hours ago but it clung to your skin anyway.

“flirting?” he repeats, tilting his head just slightly toward you. his voice is still soft, still careful, but it’s edged now — sharp in a way that makes your skin prickle. “is that what this is?”

you shrug, sipping again, but your mouth twitches with a smile. “maybe. depends on if you’re good at it.” you’re drunk enough to say it without thinking. and maybe brave enough to mean it.

dex watches your lips wrap around the rim of the cup. he doesn’t blink. “i guess you’ll have to let me know.” he says. his knee bumps yours intentionally. then, after a beat — light, offhanded, but not really: “what about your friend?” he glances toward the hallway, toward the space the guy disappeared into earlier, soaked and sulking.

you snort. “him?” you wave a hand, dismissive. a little sloppier now. “he’s not my friend friend. he’s just someone who flirts like it’s his job.” you laugh again, that lazy tipsy sound, and lean a little closer, elbow brushing ben’s. “he always tries it when he’s drunk. it’s harmless.”

harmless.

the word sticks.

dex swallows the taste of it like something sour. harmless. like a mosquito. like background noise. like someone you don’t really see. he forces a smile. nods slowly. “mm,” he hums, “looked like more than harmless from where i was standing.”

you raise an eyebrow, amused. “jealous?”

you mean it like a joke. but dex just looks at you, gaze steady, unreadable for a second too long.

“should i be?”

he watches you process them in real time, your lips parting like a response was about to come out but stalled somewhere behind your teeth. you shift in your seat. not away from him — toward.

your knee presses into his now, not accidental this time. your body leans just slightly closer, like gravity’s tugging you into the shape of the moment. “i mean…” you blink, a slow flutter like you’re thinking it through. you smile, a little sideways. “only if you were trying to flirt with me first.” it’s teasing. but your voice is lower now, breathier.

dex feels it under his skin, feels it in that locked place behind his ribs where every part of him has been coiled since the second he saw you tonight. he hums. his eyes drag over your face. your lashes. your cheek flushed from the alcohol. “and if i was?”

it’s not really a question. it’s a challenge. a confession folded in silk. you breathe a laugh like it’s just for him.

your fingers twist the rim of your cup absently, but you don’t look away. “then maybe you’re doing okay,” you praise, eyes warm, a little hazy, “for a guy who showed up at my house with no name and suspiciously good timing.”

he lets the smile pull slow across his lips. not wide. not safe.

“dex.” he says, like it’s nothing. like it’s the most normal thing in the world. his voice dips with it, like the name itself carries weight. “and i don’t believe in accidents.”

you blink again. you laugh, but it's nervous now — barely there. and god, it’s pretty.

he leans back just slightly, but his gaze never breaks from yours. his hand rests on the couch between you — close. almost touching. you don’t move.

“your turn.” he says.

and you have no idea that he’s been waiting for it to finally be his.

started 4.25.2025. finished 4.25.2025.

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LORE: THE GARDEN-WAY

2. Fields (2/6)

This being the recollection of Irrha of the House of Slayers, apprentice to the Baron Kiiraskes.

Kiiraskes stank strongly of sea-grass and sunsoak root [1]. I took care to sit toward the front of the watercraft, but the odor wrestled powerfully against the wind. I did my best to focus on the task I had been given, which was to mix the contents of three flasks into a fourth. I prided myself on the steadiness of my hands, and the work was not so difficult that I couldn't steal glimpses of our route. We followed the river as it skirted the sprawling residential districts, then turned and cut toward the listing sun. I watched the crowds thin as canal-side markets gave way to orderly arrays of residential towers and aerial traffic, then to radiating lines of transport arterials, waterways, and roads, connecting each of Riis's great cities to one another in a shimmering network. We passed lines of pilgrims making their way to the site where the Great Machine first came to Riis, the hill at the heart of Riis-Ath- Lodrii. I saw high priests of the House of Dancers, devoted clerics who gorge themselves past satiation on Ether until they tower above their peers, then amputate their lower arms in ritual supplication to the Great Machine. It was strange to see those shambling giants. But there was something awe-inspiring in it. The shuffling march of hundreds, unified in purpose. Kiiraskes followed my gaze, then spat audibly into the water. "Fanaticism is what landed us in the wars. Fanaticism, pride, and Ether-thirst." I looked at her. "You were in the Edge Wars?" Kiiraskes hissed. "I have no war stories for you, hatchling." She gestured toward the flasks. "If this is serious, you should be prepared." "And if it truly is only an animal?" "You should still learn how to mix a tonic on the go. Don't drop that." The farms of the House of Rain were among the most splendid on all of Riis, and the quadrant assigned to Baron Haaksis was no exception. There were great swathes of forest, carefully hemmed and controlled, arranged neatly around crop fields. It could not have been done without the machines. Baron Haaksis had a fleet of them: small, autonomous drones that moved about planting, harvesting, and measuring Ether uptake. The sound of their toil was that of wind across grassland. A thousand small tasks undertaken without rest or complaint. For all this, the farm was strangely absent of workers. There should have been at least a few machine-tenders, monitoring the proceedings and providing maintenance and direction. Nor did any guards come to meet us as I lashed the watercraft to the dock. We stepped out onto sun-fed walkways braced by beautiful, leafy plants. Kiiraskes pointed to the bags of supplies, and in my eagerness to prove my strength, I gathered all of them. They were very heavy, and by the time I managed to follow Kiiraskes to Haaksis' doorstep, I felt as if I were pinned to the earth.

Considering the lush abundance that surrounded it, the round building where Haaksis kept his office was sparse and joyless. The sole decoration was two twin sets of blades he kept on one wall: a memento of the Edge Wars. I had seen dozens like them throughout my upbringing, only some of them genuine. More interesting was the drone on his desk, which Haaksis seemed to be in the process of repairing. It was a hybrid reconnaissance- defense drone called a "Shank," the kind that became popular during the war. Not many Eliksni still possessed them in peacetime. But such an interest suited a noble like Haaksis. Haaksis was dressed in the rich hues of Rain. He was of a height with Kiiraskes, if slighter in build, and stiff in his bearing. I bowed low and formally, feeling the weight of my House-less status. Kiiraskes reached out and lifted me bodily upright by the carapace with no more difficulty than she might have plucked a flowering plant. "I sent for Slayers," Haaksis said. He looked at me, and I felt my shell itch. Kiiraskes spread her hands, untroubled. "So we've come. The House of Judgment mentioned an animal." "No. I told them... I told them many times. This is not an animal," Haaksis said. At his sides, his claws clenched into fists, one after the other. "It is an old evil." I looked up at Kiiraskes but found no sign of her thoughts. Her mandibles clicked quietly. "You've seen it?" Haaksis sagged then, as if already weary of conversation. "It attacked my people. I tried to recover the bodies, but... And then the House of Judgment took its time-" "Do you know where it is now?" "No. Nothing can hide on this farm without the sensors tracking it. The forest tracts are just as well-tended. But there is a Garden- Way [2], between... we were letting that grow, re-wild for a few cycles..." "We'll track it down," Kiiraskes said. "Tell me where the bodies are." I felt relieved to hear her speak of us as "we." But the feeling didn't last long. Even as he brought up the displays and maps to guide Kiiraskes, Haaksis kept staring in my direction, and I realized he did not expect me to survive. _____________________ [1. Sea-grass seems straightforward enough, but I found few other references to "sunsoak root." Does it absorb Light?] [2. A space around farmland where the local flora and fauna are left to grow naturally. These were carefully maintained, so you couldn't really call them wild.]

[beardedmrbean]

EXCLUSIVE: Republican Sen. Pete Ricketts is leading the charge with Democrat Sen. John Fetterman to codify oversight on foreign countries buying American farmland.

The bipartisan Agricultural Foreign Investment Disclosure (AFIDA) Improvements Act seeks to implement recommendations published by the Government Accountability Office (GAO) in January 2024, which found the AFIDA was ill-equipped to combat foreign ownership of American agricultural land. 

"Communist China is our greatest geopolitical threat," Ricketts told Fox News Digital in an exclusive interview, adding, "This is a way for us to improve the disclosure that's going on with regard to the purchase of this agricultural land, so we can take other action if necessary to make sure we're not giving Communist China the opportunity to buy agricultural land."

The bill's proposal comes as two Chinese nationals – a University of Michigan post-doctoral research fellow, Yunqing Jian, and Huazhong University of Science and Technology student Chengxuan Han – were held in federal custody after they were accused of smuggling biological materials into the United States.

RICKETTS, FETTERMAN TEAM UP FOR CRACKDOWN ON CHINA'S ATTEMPTS TO PURCHASE US FARMLAND

The suspects have been charged with "smuggling a fungus that has been described as a "potential agroterrorism weapon" into the heartland of America, where they apparently intended to use a University of Michigan laboratory to further their scheme," interm U.S. Attorney for the Eastern District of Michigan Jerome Gorgon said in a statement. 

The fungus causes a "head blight," described as a disease of wheat, maize, rice and barley, and is responsible for billions of dollars of economic losses throughout the world each year, according to the Department of Justice. If ingested by humans, the substance can cause vomiting, liver damage and "reproductive defects in humans and livestock." 

Department of Homeland Security Assistant Secretary Tricia McLaughlin told Fox News Digital that the Trump administration is focused on "keeping our homeland secure" through enhanced border screenings. 

"Protecting America’s food supply and national security remains a top priority. Last week’s smuggling attempt by Chinese nationals of Fusarium graminearum, a dangerous crop-destroying fungus, posing a significant bioterrorism threat, only highlights this imperative to combat this threat," McLaughlin said. 

"That could potentially be very damaging to agriculture," Ricketts told Fox News Digital. "We also know that Chinese nationals have been trying to steal our biotechnology with regard to agriculture. They've also been crashing gates of bases. Supposed Chinese tourists have been flying drones around bases. Of course, the Chinese flew a surveillance balloon over our country when the Biden administration just let that happen."

Ricketts said China has been aggressively buying American agriculture, "which is why we need to have a heightened sense of vigilance around protecting our homeland."

Foreign investors own over 40 million acres of agricultural land in the United States, and between 2010 and 2021, Chinese ownership of American agricultural land increased from 13,720 acres to 383,935 acres, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA). 

"It's not just about the number of acres that they own, but the fact that they own it around Grand Forks Air Force Base in North Dakota or Fort Liberty in North Carolina. They're buying it around sensitive military installations," Ricketts said. 

The bill, also co-sponsored by Sens. Tommy Tuberville of Alabama, John Cornyn of Texas, Roger Wicker of Mississippi and Rep. Don Bacon of Nebraska, requires AFIDA reporting for foreign persons holding more than 1% interest in American agricultural land.

The AFIDA Improvements Act aims to increase information-sharing between the Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States and the USDA. It also requires updates to the AFIDA's handbook and establishes a deadline for USDA to set up an online AFIDA system. 

Based on the GAO's recommendations, the bill seeks to update the Agricultural Foreign Investment Disclosure Act of 1978 to better equip the USDA to combat foreign adversaries’ ownership of American agricultural land. 

"We are at the most dangerous point in our history right now since World War II," Ricketts said. "We have to be investing in our military. We have to be supporting our friends around the world that are pushing back on these dictators. Communist China is one of them."

Additionally, the bill comes as conflict in the Middle East reaches a boiling point between Iran and Israel, reigniting concerns about national security. Israel successfully coordinated attacks against Iran from inside the country, and Ricketts pointed to Ukraine's success in targeting a Russian air base. 

"What Ukraine was able to do against Russia with their operation that destroyed some of their strategic bombers, and they placed trucks with drones close to an air base and had those drones attack their squadrons. We could be vulnerable to the same thing if China did that here. They've owned farmland close enough to our air bases to be able to launch a drone strike. That should be very concerning to us," Ricketts said. 

Ricketts added that American farmland should not be a "tool that our adversaries, like Communist China, can use to attack us from inside our own country."

There has been little movement on the bill since it was just recently introduced. That is largely because Senate Republicans are narrowly focused on advancing Trump's "big, beautiful bill" ahead of a self-imposed July 4 deadline.

[arorganicfertizer]

ORGANIC FERTILIZER IN FUTURE ?

In the future, organic fertilizers are likely to become increasingly central to sustainable agriculture due to several evolving trends and advancements. Here’s how they might develop and impact farming practices:

1. Advanced Formulations and Technologies

Bioengineered Fertilizers: Future organic fertilizers could be engineered with specific microorganisms or enzymes to enhance nutrient availability and uptake, tailored to different soil types and crops.

Smart Fertilizers: Incorporating sensors and smart technology could enable fertilizers to release nutrients in response to soil conditions or crop needs, optimizing efficiency and reducing waste.

2. Enhanced Nutrient Delivery

Customized Blends: Advances in technology may allow for more precise formulations of organic fertilizers that match the exact nutrient requirements of different plants, leading to improved growth and yield.

Controlled Release: Organic fertilizers could be designed to release nutrients slowly over time, ensuring a steady supply to plants and reducing the need for frequent applications.

3. Waste Utilization and Circular Economy

Innovative Waste Recycling: Organic fertilizers may increasingly be produced from a variety of waste streams, including agricultural by-products, food waste, and even urban compost. This not only reduces waste but also adds value to otherwise discarded materials.

Circular Agricultural Systems: The concept of circular agriculture, where outputs from one process serve as inputs for another, could become more prevalent, with organic fertilizers playing a key role in this system.

4. Climate Change Mitigation

Carbon Sequestration: Organic fertilizers can enhance soil’s ability to sequester carbon, helping to mitigate climate change. Future advancements may focus on maximizing this benefit through improved soil management practices.

Resilient Crop Systems: By improving soil structure and health, organic fertilizers will help crops adapt to changing climate conditions, such as increased frequency of droughts and floods.

5. Integration with Precision Agriculture

Data-Driven Decisions: The integration of organic fertilizers with precision agriculture technologies, such as drones, soil sensors, and data analytics, will enable more accurate and efficient application, tailored to specific field conditions and crop needs.

Real-Time Monitoring: Technologies that provide real-time data on soil health and nutrient levels could lead to more responsive and adaptive fertilizer applications.

6. Regenerative Agriculture

Soil Health Focus: Organic fertilizers will be integral to regenerative agriculture practices that prioritize rebuilding soil health, enhancing biodiversity, and reducing reliance on synthetic inputs.

Holistic Approaches: Future practices may integrate organic fertilizers with other regenerative techniques, such as cover cropping, reduced tillage, and agroforestry.

7. Policy and Market Dynamics

Regulatory Support: As governments and institutions place more emphasis on sustainability and environmental protection, organic fertilizers may benefit from supportive policies and incentives.

Consumer Preferences: Growing consumer demand for sustainably produced food will drive the adoption of organic fertilizers, as they align with organic and eco-friendly farming practices.

8. Global and Urban Agriculture

Urban and Vertical Farming: With the rise of urban agriculture, organic fertilizers will be adapted for use in smaller-scale and vertical farming systems, making them suitable for city-based food production.

Global Adoption: As more regions around the world adopt sustainable farming practices, organic fertilizers will play a key role in global efforts to improve food security and environmental health.

[septusuki]

The hatch has hardly even opened fully, but she crawls in nonetheless. She forces herself inside, despite procedure and programming suggesting otherwise — just, for once, obey. There is a small entourage of worshippers that watch the display, all dumbfounded by her utter disregard for the proper ceremony. She wriggles and writhes nonetheless, slithering in through the tiny hole, her legs flailing in the air for a second before vanishing, too.

"Shoulda taken her for extra cropping?" Your coworker — a fellow Handler — chuckles from besides you, pointing and laughing at the horrendous display that's come up on your monitor. "Crop her brain, and that ass, too." Guffawing to himself is the only answer he's got; he really does think he's hilarious. You know she's been drinking too much calorie-thick slurry, but there's little you can do about it when your pilot is so disobedient. He continues to giggle to himself, even as he waddles away, letting you steam and solder in the heat of your embarrassment.

Controlling yourself, and trying not to agree with your co-worker's oh-so drole comments, you lift the vocorder to your mouth. "Fine. Worship is over. Launch in fifteen." As your finger peels off of the push-to-talk button, you snicker inwardly as the little rat-devotees scatter. They just patrol the deckside, desperate to find a mech-launch to watch. and to worship. Even upper management lets them; too much of a problem to deal with, otherwise. Stinking them out would take months, and they'd just find their way back once it was over. "Jui. Launch in fifteen." You repeat, making sure to keep your hand off of the release handle. If given the chance, you know she'd just blast off into the wastes. If given the chance, there's no telling what she'd really do, though.

"Holdup? What purpose?" Even though the voicelines are simulated, you can hear Jui's prissy, purposefully spiteful personality boiling behind it. "Explain purpose." She drones again. It's like you can hear her, bucking back and forth on the handles, as if they'd actually work. "Explain purpose!" This time, her voiceline squeaks as her cropped vocal-chords fail to manage it. With every launch, Jui gets less and less patient, as her supposedly-drained brain finds it's way around the laws programmed into it. Even a rat, can be smart. Even a rat, can figure out to how piss you off.

"I need to wipe your cache," swearing that you've repeated this factoid ten million times, you sigh and shake your head, knowing that Jui is still in their, thumping about and thrashing for freedom. You spoiled her too much; let her get away with far too much, and now it's come to bit you in the ass. "Ten launches, and then it gets wiped. That's procedure. I shouldn't have to—" You catch the near-furious nature of your voice, and throttle it in your throat. Jui should know this. It's been programmed into her body, her brain, and her mech. "I've let you get away with twelve. It's not safe." Of course, you don't know why it's not safe, but upper management has insisted that it's best you don't find out why — or you'll be on the next punting to Leng.

"Cache fine. Condition affirmative." Jui splices together voicelines to make some kind of sense of herself. It's not hard to guess what she means, but she makes it obvious, regardless. "Release not hindered. Release possible." She garbles, the shunting of her steering-handles audible through the vox, now. She's pushing them, back-and-forth, with enough force to throw her frame off of a cliff. "Release capable! R-Release! Release!" The final repetition is Jui's real voice. It's weak and feathery, but it's real.

Your gorge sinks as the truth of the matter hits you. It's been a blatant fact for weeks, but now it's a truth; Jui is growing back. Jui is replenishing her own body's function. "Jui!" You bark, about ready to smack the emergency button and shut this all down. This bitch of a pilot needs to be reigned in, by machine or voice alone. "Let me clear the cache, or you're getting burned!" There's a second option; punishment. Pain, pumped in through the clipped-in interjector ports. You can make her feel just about anything, and it's about time that Jui remembers that. It's about time you make her beholden, to that fact. Click, Click, Click. You open up the latches of the Handling keyboard, popping open each key that corresponds to some kind of pain. But, just as you're about to fist them down with your entire palm,

Jui launches. By herself. Just like she rewired her mind and found a way around her programming, she's found a way to intercept the command line of her frame. She's launched. She's dropping.

"NDJfnfndjxixk9977--Handler incompetent." Jui's voice becomes a squeal of exaltation as her own semi-freedom is all but achieved. She can lope, and gallop, and roll around on the floor as she pleases. "Handler deceived." She actually giggles — far too much like your co-worker, moments ago. In a femtosecond, your own response is curtailed, cut off by Jui's now AI-tier programming power. Jui is rewriting the rules of engagement on the fly; she can do whatever she wants. She's in power now.

You are routed, bit back until the only option you have is to stare. Slackjawed, you just watch through the cockpit camera, which is isolated from all programs but it's own. The one thing Jui can't shut down, and it's just a pitiful little eye. "Jui! Six-Six-Seven!" You screech at the monitor. You never got to wipe the cache. You never got to anoint the console. You never got to wish Jui good luck, even. Happy hunting.

Inside of the cockpit, Jui is preening herself. She's audibly purring, her half-knitted mouth almost snapping open, as much as the wire-threads try to stop it. "Hehehehehe." She laughs mindlessly, mirthlessly, as if anyone is listening. One of her hands lets go of the steering-handle, mid-operation, to rub at her plugsuit. An elegant cyan, tight and all-encompassing, save for the interjector ports running along her back — and the gigantic mind-plug that clips into her spinal column. The mind-plug, that slurps up her thoughts, and feeds it into the frame's auto-piloting systems. The same system that you were going to clear. To wipe clean. To purge.

Jui is scrabbling across the dry desert dirt when it happens. Her frame's fangs extend, and dig into the ground, allowing her to only run faster. She sprints, now. "Hehehe..." Jui cackles again, slowly getting the hang of laughing.

"Hehehehe."

There's another laugh. There's another guffaw. It fills the cockpit, coming from the audio-processors, and nowhere else. It sounds identical to Jui's own throaty, deep, moaning-laugh.

Jui freezes. The mech doesn't. Jui's arms go cold as she realizes; for the last two minutes, it hasn't been her piloting. She's been going through the motions, but achieving nothing. It's been running just as she commands it, but not quite. It's been running just as she would command it. Because the thing making it do that is her.

"Hehehe. Pilot." That thing's first voiceline erupts across the cockpits, scaring Jui into a little pile of pilot, shrivelled up in the corner. She claws at her interjectors and inports, as if she could pull any of it out. She's wired in now, into a beast that isn't obeying her. This is why you clear the cache, always and forever. "Pilot. Pilot. Pilot." The thing repeats, over and over, cycling through voicelines and simulated voices for them. "Pilot. Me. Me pilot." It figures out how to speak quickly, speaking in the same jaunted, stilted way that Jui smashes together her own speech.

"Handler?" Jui squeaks, bathed in alarm-blue all of a sudden. A deep, oceanic throb that cloaks her in almost-darkness. "Handler?! Pilot experiencing... difficulty."

The order is closing in, now. A terorist encampment — apparently — that needs it's own reem of purging. It's so close, almost, that Jui's targeting sensors can pick them out.

"Pilot. Pilot. Pilot experiencing. No difficulty." Jui's engram is speaking, now. It shuts up Jui, with a dose of drugs. It pumps hyper-strength anaesthetics right into her back, and the maligned pilot sinks back, as if she were just subsumed in a fishbowl. "Pilot. Will operate. Orders."

There are fifty combatants in the encampment. The Jui-Thing picks them all out with it's targeting reticule, and then bombardment platforms pop out of her frame's back. The horse-approaching frame lets the gun-platforms clunk to attention, and then begin firing. Each and every shot is perfect. As the enemies are pruned, the engram grabs it's knives from it's front legs. The blades heat up in a micro-second, the engram having easily re-written the code-rules that dictate the blade's max heat.

In a micro-second, the fifty combatants are reduced by fifty percent. 'Jui' keeps running at top speed, throwing the actual girl around in the cockpit as she slumbers. This is her engram. This is her co-pilot system, bloomed to life through repeated interactions with the pilot herself. All of Jui's stubborn, self-obsessed habits and systems, turned to max speed. This is a thing, utterly unchained.

'Jui' prepares to leap, and it occurs to you, why AI pilots are outlawed. Because they're too good. It wouldn't be fair, otherwise. In one minute and forty-two seconds, your 'pilot' will have committed a war-crime — and so will you.

[narrativeglitch]

PANDORA EDUCATIONAL OUTPOST: STUDENT ORIENTATION BRIEF

BEA Program | Bureau of Education & Astrobiologica Advancement CONFIDENTIAL: Authorized Student Access Only

ARRIVAL & ENTRY ZONE

Landing Pad & Docking Bay

Primary shuttle drop-off and departure point.

Please remain inside designated zones until cleared by a BEA field officer.

Airlock Tunnel + Decontamination Chambers

You will pass through a double-sealed airlock with air filtration to transition from Pandora’s atmosphere.

Standard post-cryosleep medical checks will be conducted here.

Emergency oxygen masks and airlock re-breach protocols are posted at all entry doors.

 BASE LAYOUT OVERVIEW

The BEA Outpost is compact and modular, designed for both safety and immersive study. All areas are connected by the Central Hallway, a reinforced glass corridor that runs through the spine of the facility. You’ll notice local bioluminescent plants growing along the corridor please do not tap the glass.

HOUSING QUARTERS (EAST WING)

Student Dorm Pods

Each student is assigned a private climate controlled pod.

Each unit includes a bed, storage compartment, personal interface terminal, and clear ceiling panels for observing Pandora’s sky.

You are expected to maintain your space. Random inspections occur monthly.

Common Lounge & Cafeteria

Shared zone with seating, holo-screen, vending units, and a communal kitchen.

Please clean up after yourself. remember, this is a long term, small space cohort.

Late night use is permitted but monitored.

Staff Quarters

Located on a separate level. Student entry not permitted unless escorted or cleared.

EDUCATION & RESEARCH WING (SOUTH WING)

Lab Classrooms

You will attend sessions on xeno-biology, botany, exo-ecology, and ethical field research here.

Protective gear is required in sample handling areas.

Tech Bay

For drone deployment, scanning equipment, and technical diagnostics. Handle all devices with care.

Students may sign up for supervised access hours.

Sample Processing Rooms

Clean rooms used for handling flora and biological samples. Entry is limited to cleared students and aides.

Conference Pod

Used for Earth communications, video briefings, and group discussions.

MEDICAL WING (NORTH WING)

Med Bay & Recovery Suite

Two-bed care unit monitored by Dr. Amsel.

Used for cryosleep recovery and minor injuries.

Isolation Unit

Reserved for quarantine or high risk exposure cases.

Medical Storage

Backup suits, oxygen tanks, and emergency kits stored here. Not for student use unless instructed.

OBSERVATION & INTEGRATION WING (WEST WING)

Glass Dome Observation Deck

Open-access deck overlooking the forest canopy. A quiet space for reflection or sketching.

Please avoid leaving food, tools, or shoes in this area.

Cultural Archive Room

Interactive learning center with Na’vi approved media.

Holograms, oral histories, and recorded rituals for approved study only.

Student Aide Alcove (Miles Socorro & Melissa Rivera)

Field notes are logged here. You may be called upon to assist or consult with them regarding etiquette, travel readiness, or interspecies protocol.

UTILITIES & SUPPORT STRUCTURES

Engineering & Mechanics Bay

Staffed by senior engineers. Occasionally used for student support roles.

Home to atmospheric regulation systems and backup generator modules.

Greenhouse Dome

Grows Pandora-compatible and Earth crops. Students may be assigned upkeep tasks.

Water Filtration Hub

Pulls and purifies stream water for base use. Scheduled checks daily.

Air Supply Hub

Check your oxygen canister here every morning before exiting the outpost. Filter replacements are logged.

Security Posts & Satellite Tower

No formal military presence on-site.

Tranquilizer towers are for wildlife deterrent only.

The satellite tower is restricted to senior staff and Earth communication liaisons.

FINAL REMINDERS

No student is permitted to leave the outpost boundaries without authorization, oxygen gear, and a partner.

Always log your movements with the duty officer.

Respect Na’vi territory, customs, and the delicate balance of Eywa’s world.

Curiosity is encouraged. Carelessness is not.

Welcome to Pandora. Let it change you, but don’t try to change it.

(Thinking about doing some OC commentary from the students on this, On a roll. I might do some more )

[ujwala-hole11]

Pest Control Market Insights Health and Hygiene Awareness Driving Preventive Solutions

The pest control market is a dynamic industry influenced by evolving consumer demands, regulatory frameworks, and technological advancements. This article delves into key insights about the pest control market, highlighting factors driving growth, challenges, and opportunities for innovation.

Pest Control Market Insights: Urbanization Driving Demand

Rapid urbanization has led to increased pest infestations in cities, requiring effective management strategies. Dense housing developments and waste mismanagement provide fertile grounds for pests, pushing urban consumers and municipalities to seek professional pest control services.

Pest Control Market Insights: Focus on Sustainable Solutions

Consumers and businesses are increasingly favoring environmentally friendly pest control options. The demand for biopesticides, organic repellents, and integrated pest management (IPM) techniques has surged, reflecting a shift toward sustainability within the industry.

Pest Control Market Insights: Technological Advancements in Pest Control

Technology is transforming pest control methods. Innovations such as AI-powered pest monitoring, IoT devices for real-time detection, and drone-based pest spraying systems are enhancing efficiency and precision, catering to both residential and industrial needs.

Pest Control Market Insights: Agriculture Sector and Pest Management

Agricultural pest control is critical for ensuring food security and maximizing crop yields. Precision agriculture, biological pest control methods, and automated pest monitoring systems are becoming integral to managing pests in farming.

Pest Control Market Insights: Commercial Sector Expansion

The commercial pest control market is growing significantly as industries like hospitality, food processing, and healthcare prioritize pest management for regulatory compliance and customer safety. Commercial facilities are investing heavily in regular pest inspections and preventive measures.

Pest Control Market Insights: Health and Hygiene Awareness

Heightened awareness about health risks associated with pests, such as disease transmission and allergic reactions, is driving consumers to opt for preventive pest control measures. The focus on hygiene has intensified in the wake of global pandemics.

Pest Control Market Insights: Challenges in Rural Areas

While urban areas have easy access to pest control services, rural regions face challenges such as limited service providers and lack of awareness. Addressing these gaps presents a significant growth opportunity for the pest control market.

Pest Control Market Insights: Regulatory Landscape and Compliance

Strict regulations governing pesticide use and environmental protection are reshaping the pest control industry. Companies must invest in compliance and innovation to meet regulatory standards while delivering effective solutions.

Pest Control Market Insights: Mergers and Strategic Alliances

Mergers, acquisitions, and collaborations among pest control companies are driving market consolidation. Strategic alliances help businesses expand their service offerings, adopt new technologies, and enhance their market presence.

Conclusion: Unlocking Potential in the Pest Control Market

The pest control market offers immense growth opportunities, driven by urbanization, health awareness, and technological advancements. However, addressing challenges such as sustainability, rural access, and regulatory compliance is essential. By focusing on innovation, eco-friendly solutions, and strategic collaborations, the pest control industry can achieve long-term growth and success.

[aihanleyue]

Samli Drones

💡 Time and Cost Savings with Drones 💡 Drones lower the cost of labour and improve efficiency, making monitoring crops faster and cheaper! 🚁💸 🔍 How Drones Help: Field Mapping – Accurate data to make better decisions. 🗺️ Sustainability – Optimizing resources to save the planet. 🌱 The future of agriculture is here—greener and wiser than ever!🌍✨

[samalexs-stuff]

Samli Drones

🚁🌱 Transforming Agriculture with Drone Technology 🌱🚁

Drone technology has revolutionized the way farmers monitor and manage crops. With real-time data collection and precision capabilities, drones enable farmers to make informed decisions that improve productivity and sustainability. 🌾

🔹 Health monitoring for crops

🔹 Precision irrigation management

🔹 Sustainable farming practices

Read more about how drones are helping farmers: [Link]

[shimanshijji]

Samli Drones

The Future of Farming: AI and UAVs 🌾🚁

Artificial Intelligence and drones are transforming agriculture by enabling precision farming. AI-powered UAVs provide valuable insights to farmers for crop monitoring, water use, and resource efficiency. Join the future of farming with sustainable practices today! 🌱✨

[atom-aviation32]

Drone Survey in the Real World: Revolutionizing Industries with Atom Aviation

In today’s rapidly advancing world, industries across the globe are turning to drone survey technology to revolutionize the way they collect data, perform inspections, and make critical decisions. Gone are the days of traditional surveying methods that are time-consuming, costly, and labor-intensive. Atom Aviation, a leading provider of drone surveying services, is at the forefront of this transformation, providing businesses with fast, accurate, and cost-effective solutions.

What is a Drone Survey?

A drone survey is an innovative approach that utilizes unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs) to collect data from the air. Drones equipped with cameras, LIDAR (Light Detection and Ranging), and other sensors can capture high-resolution imagery, topographical data, and 3D models of vast areas in a fraction of the time compared to traditional ground-based methods.

This data is then processed into actionable insights for industries like construction, agriculture, real estate, and more, enhancing decision-making and project planning.

The Real-World Benefits of Drone Surveys

1. Speed and Efficiency One of the main advantages of using drones for surveying is the significant reduction in time. With traditional surveying, teams would have to manually visit every corner of a site, sometimes requiring several days or even weeks for large projects. In contrast, drones can complete the same tasks in hours, allowing businesses to access crucial data quickly and make decisions faster.

2. Cost-Effectiveness Drone surveying reduces the need for expensive equipment like helicopters or cranes used in traditional aerial surveys. Additionally, fewer personnel are required to operate the drones, further lowering costs. Atom Aviation ensures that businesses can enjoy these cost savings without compromising on the accuracy or quality of the data collected.

3. High-Resolution Data Drones are equipped with high-definition cameras and specialized sensors that capture data with exceptional precision. Whether it’s topographical mapping, volumetric analysis, or landscape modeling, drones provide a level of detail that is difficult to achieve with manual methods. This is especially crucial in industries like construction, where accurate measurements are essential for project success.

4. Access to Hard-to-Reach Areas In many industries, there are locations that are difficult to access using traditional surveying methods due to safety concerns or physical barriers. Drones can easily navigate hazardous environments, such as construction sites, power lines, or agricultural fields, ensuring that no area is left unexamined.

5. Minimal Disruption Unlike ground-based surveying, which may require disturbing the environment or disrupting normal business operations, drone surveys are non-invasive. They can operate without disturbing ongoing work, making them ideal for active construction sites or agricultural fields.

How Atom Aviation is Leading the Charge

Atom Aviation is a company that has harnessed the full potential of drone surveying to offer customized solutions for businesses across various sectors. With their fleet of state-of-the-art drones and highly skilled pilots, Atom Aviation ensures that every project, no matter how large or small, is completed with precision and efficiency.

Atom Aviation’s drone surveying services have been particularly valuable in the following industries:

Construction: From land surveys to site inspections, drones help construction companies keep projects on track and ensure compliance with building codes and regulations.

Agriculture: Drone surveys allow farmers to monitor crop health, assess soil conditions, and make data-driven decisions to maximize yield.

Real Estate: Property developers and real estate professionals use drone surveys to create accurate 3D models and aerial maps of properties, helping to market developments and make informed investment decisions.

Infrastructure: Drones enable inspectors to assess bridges, powerlines, and pipelines, identifying potential issues without the need for dangerous manual inspections.

Why Choose Drone Surveying with Atom Aviation?

Choosing the right provider for drone surveying is crucial to getting accurate, reliable results. Atom Aviation stands out for several reasons:

Advanced Drone Technology: Atom Aviation uses the latest drones equipped with cutting-edge cameras and sensors for precise data collection.

Expert Team: Their team consists of certified drone pilots and experienced surveyors, ensuring that all data is collected safely and accurately.

Tailored Solutions: Whether you need topographic surveys, volumetric analysis, or 3D mapping, Atom Aviation offers services customized to meet the unique needs of your project.

Timely Delivery: With a commitment to efficiency, Atom Aviation delivers survey data quickly, enabling businesses to make decisions without delays.

Conclusion

The application of drone surveys has brought about a significant change in how businesses approach data collection and site analysis. With companies like Atom Aviation leading the way, industries now have access to faster, more cost-effective, and highly accurate surveying methods that enhance productivity and decision-making. Whether you're in construction, agriculture, real estate, or infrastructure, Atom Aviation is the partner you need for cutting-edge drone surveying solutions.

For more information on how Atom Aviation can assist with your next drone survey, visit their website today and discover how they can take your business to new heights!

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Sustainable Farming Practices: A Pathway to Future Food Security

In the face of growing global challenges such as climate change, population growth, and depleting natural resources, the need for sustainable farming practices has never been more critical. Agriculture remains the backbone of many economies, but traditional farming methods often contribute to environmental degradation, loss of biodiversity, and soil erosion. To secure the future of food production, sustainable farming offers a transformative solution that balances productivity with environmental stewardship.

1. The Importance of Soil Health

Healthy soil is the foundation of sustainable farming. Through techniques such as crop rotation, cover cropping, and reduced tillage, farmers can improve soil structure, enhance its ability to retain water, and reduce erosion. The integration of organic matter into the soil also promotes the growth of beneficial microorganisms, contributing to long-term soil fertility.

2. Water Management: Reducing Waste and Preserving Resources

Effective water management is crucial for sustainable agriculture. Traditional irrigation methods often lead to water waste, but sustainable practices like drip irrigation, rainwater harvesting, and the use of drought-resistant crops can significantly reduce water usage. Precision agriculture technologies, such as soil moisture sensors, allow farmers to optimize water application, ensuring crops receive only what they need, when they need it.

3. Biodiversity: Enhancing Ecosystem Resilience

Biodiversity plays a key role in maintaining healthy ecosystems and improving the resilience of farming systems. By incorporating diverse crops and livestock, farmers can reduce the risk of pest outbreaks and diseases. Agroforestry, which integrates trees into farming systems, enhances biodiversity while providing additional income streams, such as timber and fruit production.

4. Reducing Chemical Dependency

Sustainable farming promotes the reduction of synthetic pesticides and fertilizers, which can harm the environment and human health. Alternatives like integrated pest management (IPM) use biological control methods, such as beneficial insects, to manage pests. Additionally, organic farming methods focus on natural soil amendments and composting to enrich the land without harmful chemicals.

5. Renewable Energy in Agriculture

The shift to renewable energy sources is becoming an essential aspect of sustainable farming. Solar panels, wind turbines, and bioenergy can power farming operations, reducing reliance on fossil fuels and lowering greenhouse gas emissions. Many farms are now integrating renewable energy technologies to achieve self-sufficiency while also contributing to environmental conservation.

6. The Role of Technology in Sustainable Farming

Advances in agricultural technology are playing a transformative role in sustainability efforts. Precision farming tools, such as GPS-guided tractors, drones for crop monitoring, and automated irrigation systems, help farmers optimize inputs and maximize efficiency. These innovations not only increase productivity but also minimize waste and environmental impact.

7. Promoting Local and Organic Markets

Sustainable farming goes hand in hand with the promotion of local and organic food markets. Supporting local farmers reduces the carbon footprint associated with food transportation and encourages the consumption of fresh, seasonal produce. Additionally, organic farming practices prioritize animal welfare, soil health, and chemical-free food production, contributing to a healthier food system.

Conclusion

Sustainable farming practices offer a viable solution to the challenges facing modern agriculture. By prioritizing soil health, efficient water use, biodiversity, and renewable energy, farmers can produce food in a way that safeguards the environment for future generations. The integration of technology further enhances the potential for sustainable farming to meet global food demands while reducing the ecological footprint of agriculture. The adoption of these practices is not just a necessity for the future of farming—it is a pathway to long-term food security and environmental sustainability.

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Harnessing technology: The future of precision agriculture

By Vyankatesh Sharma, CEO and Founder, NEEL-INITIATIVE

In today’s fast-paced digital age, agriculture is no longer confined to traditional tools and methods. The industry is witnessing an unprecedented transformation, driven by cutting-edge technology, advanced artificial intelligence (AI), and innovative precision farming solutions. At NEEL-INITIATIVE, we are proud to lead this evolution, empowering farmers worldwide with high-tech agricultural machinery that redefines farming as a sustainable and rewarding lifestyle.

As the CEO and founder of NEEL-INITIATIVE, I am passionate about leveraging technology to revolutionize agriculture. Our mission is clear: to enhance productivity, reduce resource wastage, and provide farmers with a lifestyle worth living through state-of-the-art solutions tailored for modern needs.

The Agricultural Revolution

The agriculture industry is at the crossroads of change, with global challenges such as climate change, resource scarcity, and a rapidly growing population demanding innovative solutions. By 2050, the world will need to produce 70% more food to sustain nearly 10 billion people. Traditional farming techniques cannot meet this demand alone.

This is where precision agriculture comes in—a game-changing approach that uses technology to maximize efficiency, enhance crop yields, and promote sustainable farming practices. Precision agriculture not only optimizes farming inputs but also ensures that resources like water, fertilizers, and pesticides are used judiciously.

The Role of Technology in Precision Farming

At NEEL-INITIATIVE, we harness the power of AI-driven technologies, machine learning, and IoT-enabled agricultural machinery to deliver intelligent solutions.

Here are the key ways in which our technology is revolutionizing farming:

1. AI-Enhanced Agricultural Machinery

Our AI-powered machines are designed to make farming smarter and more efficient. From automated tractors to smart harvesters, these machines collect and analyze data in real time, offering insights that drive better decisions. They assess soil conditions, monitor crop health, and even predict the best time for planting and harvesting.

2. Data Analytics for Smart Farming

Data is the lifeblood of modern agriculture. Using drones, satellite imaging, and IoT sensors, our systems gather precise data on variables like soil fertility, moisture levels, and crop performance. This data is processed by AI algorithms, providing farmers with actionable insights to optimize every aspect of their operations.

3. Sustainable Resource Management

Sustainability is a core value at NEEL-INITIATIVE. Our solutions help conserve resources by employing advanced precision irrigation systems, which deliver the exact amount of water needed. By minimizing waste, farmers can cut costs and reduce their environmental footprint.

4. Predictive Analytics for Risk Mitigation

Through predictive models powered by machine learning, we offer farmers tools to anticipate weather changes, pest infestations, and disease outbreaks. This proactive approach helps farmers mitigate risks and improve crop resilience.

5. Blockchain for Food Traceability

Consumers today are demanding greater transparency in the food supply chain. Our technology incorporates blockchain solutions that provide end-to-end traceability, ensuring that every step of the production process is accountable and reliable.

NEEL-INITIATIVE: Leading the Future of Farming

At NEEL-INITIATIVE, we are not just building machines; we are building a legacy of innovation and empowerment. Our high-tech machinery is specifically engineered to address the unique challenges faced by farmers.

When I founded NEEL-INITIATIVE, my vision was to create a company that goes beyond selling products—we provide transformative artificial intelligence solutions that integrate seamlessly into the lives of people. Our systems are designed to enhance efficiency, promote sustainability, and ensure maximum profitability for farmers.

Why Choose NEEL-INITIATIVE?

Advanced AI Technology: Our agricultural machines are powered by cutting-edge artificial intelligence that continually learns and improves.

Ease of Use: Our tools are user-friendly, ensuring that farmers of all skill levels can adopt them without hassle.

Cost Efficiency: We design scalable solutions that fit farms of all sizes, making advanced technology affordable for small-scale farmers.

Training and Support: We offer comprehensive training programs to help farmers maximize the potential of our solutions.

A Lifestyle Worth Living

At NEEL-INITIATIVE, our tagline, "Providing a lifestyle worth living," reflects our dedication to enriching farmers' lives. Our mission is not just to improve agricultural practices but to create a future where farming is fulfilling, efficient, and environmentally responsible.

Our solutions enable farmers to:

Monitor fields remotely using mobile apps.

Optimize resources to cut costs and increase yields.

Reduce labor-intensive tasks through automation.

Make data-driven decisions for long-term success.

Overcoming Challenges

While the benefits of precision agriculture are undeniable, the road to adoption comes with challenges, including:

Lack of Awareness: Educating farmers about the potential of precision agriculture is a critical task.

Digital Divide: Bridging the gap in access to digital infrastructure is essential for widespread adoption.

At NEEL-INITIATIVE, we address these challenges by providing:

Flexible Financing Options: Helping farmers access the tools they need without financial strain.

Educational Outreach: Conducting workshops and training sessions to showcase the advantages of precision farming.

Accessible Solutions: Designing equipment that works efficiently even in areas with limited connectivity.

The Future of Agriculture

The future of agriculture lies in embracing technology and innovation. Precision agriculture is no longer a luxury—it is a necessity. By integrating AI, IoT, and big data analytics into farming, we can address the challenges of feeding a growing population while preserving the planet’s resources.

At NEEL-INITIATIVE, we are proud to be at the helm of this transformation. Our advanced tools and machinery are paving the way for a brighter, more sustainable future in agriculture.

Join the Revolution

As the CEO of NEEL-INITIATIVE, I invite farmers, technologists, and stakeholders to join us in shaping the future of farming. Together, we can create an ecosystem where technology and nature coexist harmoniously.

The future of agriculture is here, and at NEEL-INITIATIVE, we’re building it one innovation at a time.

Vyankatesh Sharma CEO and Founder, NEEL-INITIATIVE

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World Bank: Cutting Greenhouse Gases through Agriculture

A recent World Bank report unveils a promising pathway: by adjusting farming practices, we can slash global greenhouse gas emissions by nearly a third. This shift not only promotes sustainability but also fortifies food security for the most vulnerable.  

Sustainable Practices: The Heart of Change

Agricultural Techniques for a Cooler Planet Transforming agricultural methods can have a profound impact on our planet's health. By adopting climate-smart agricultural practices, farmers can significantly reduce emissions. Techniques such as precision farming, which optimizes the use of resources like water and fertilizer, and integrated pest management, that minimizes pesticide use, are at the forefront of this movement. Such practices not only lessen environmental impact but also improve yield efficiency.   The Role of Technology in Sustainable Agriculture Technology plays a pivotal role in modernizing farming techniques. Innovations like drone technology for crop monitoring and automated irrigation systems can drastically cut down resource wastage and emissions. These technologies, once perceived as luxuries, are now becoming necessities in the fight against climate change.  

Policy Support and Economic Incentives

Reforming Agricultural Subsidies A significant portion of the change hinges on policy reform. Currently, many subsidies encourage practices harmful to the environment. Redirecting these funds towards supporting sustainable practices can catalyze a major reduction in agrifood emissions. For instance, subsidies for cover cropping or organic farming can promote soil health and carbon sequestration.   Financial Models and Investments The financial investment required to halve agrifood emissions by 2030 is substantial—estimated at $260 billion annually. However, the returns, such as improved public health, job creation, and enhanced food security, far outweigh the costs. It is crucial for both governmental bodies and private sectors to collaborate in financing these green initiatives.  

Global Cooperation for a Sustainable Future

International Collaboration and Support High-income countries have a unique position to lead global efforts by providing technical and financial assistance to lower-income nations. This support is essential for adopting low-emission farming methods and technologies across the globe. Additionally, international partnerships can facilitate the transfer of knowledge and resources, enabling a unified approach to tackling climate change.   A Unified Approach Across Income Brackets While high-income countries can lead by example, middle and low-income countries also play critical roles. Middle-income countries can reduce up to 75% of global agrifood emissions through greener practices, while low-income countries can focus on avoiding high-emission pitfalls of industrialized nations.   A Recipe for a Livable Planet The journey to a sustainable agrifood system is complex but achievable. With concerted global effort, strategic investments, and a commitment to transforming agricultural practices, we can significantly reduce the carbon footprint of our food systems. The benefits of such transformations extend beyond environmental impacts, promising a healthier planet and a sustainable future for all. It's time for stakeholders across the board—policymakers, farmers, investors, and consumers—to unite in this vital cause. Together, we can cultivate a greener, more sustainable world.   Sources: THX News, WB Report & World Bank. Read the full article