#Media Plaga

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BUT I CAN’T STOP STARING IN THOSE EVIL EYES

title is based off a lyric in lady gaga’s MONSTER

my halloween night of horrors masterlist can be found here!

pairing: plaga leon s. kennedy x plaga f!reader

summary: while wandering through an ill kept factory, you and leon grow closer in unimaginable ways due to unforeseen circumstances

word count: 5,648

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be blocked!) minor dub-con (in the beginning), slightly rough leon, mind control, notes of voyuerism, fingering, male masturbation, boot humping, minor breast/nipple play, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding, degradation, praise, petnames (baby, princess, sweetie) leon steps on you, reader is wearing a skirt

*some things to note: though saddler is willing leon and reader into having sex, they both want to sleep with each other of their own volition regardless of the plaga’s influence, it’s the circumstances surrounding it that makes them apprehensive

there are lines of dialogue from RE4R used in paragraphs 12, 14-15, 18, 23 & 39. i do not claim to own these lines or any media from Capcom

a/n: first time writing for leon so please be kind!!! i am just a simple mouse girl :( i thought it’d be interesting to write the plaga “overtaking” him and reader in a sense, watching his mood change drastically much like how it does in the OG RE 4 in this scene with ada (choking cw)

divider by @/benkeibear

You stare at the huge chunk of amber in front of you; it's pretty. The reflecting light gives it a soft orange hue, brightening the dull room it inhabits. After closer inspection, you notice what appears to be hundreds, if not thousands, of Las Plagas encased in the resin. You were almost too scared to be looking at them for so long, fearful that the parasites would jump out at you from their confinement once you crossed a certain threshold.

Cocking your head to the side, you think aloud, "I wonder if this is where they extract the plaga."

Leon, who's rummaging around the room looking for any spare supplies, pipes up, "Who knows? I certainly don't feel like waiting around to find out. Come on." He waves you over, walking toward the exit after determining that none of the scrap in the room was worth taking.

"Alright," you agree, beginning to move towards him.

Then, all of a sudden, your movements are halted, unable to continue forward. "Fuck, no no no,” you think to yourself. Leon looks behind his shoulder, noticing that you haven't moved from your position.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You can barely speak, clenching your teeth together as you force the words out.

"I can't fucking move." You demonstrate your lack of mobility as you attempt to force your body forward, but the most that happens is the slight twitching of your arm and legs.

"What?" Leon's about to stride over to you when the door opens behind him. He's quick on his feet, his gun in the air, aiming his pistol at the tall figure and a group of robed cultists that soon follow him into the room.

"Welcome, my children," he states as the two followers remove the hood of his purple robe, the rest filing around the two of you.

"I am Osmund Saddler. The speaker for our Lord."

Leon, obviously fed up with all the loony bullshit, shoots Saddler straight in the eye. "Tell someone who gives a shit."

Saddler reels back from the shot but doesn't die, staying hunched over due to the impact. "Foolish lambs," he scoffs. "Why do you deny grace?" The volume of his voice rises, and all at once, Leon keels over, taking a knee as he almost completely falls to the floor in front of you, now frozen in place while his gun falls from his hands.

You try to reach out to him, but your movements are stunted.

"Now, abandon your body." Your body is not your own.

"Obey, obey the voice of our lord," Saddler commands as your forced motions bring you closer to Leon. There's a ringing in your ears as he gives you orders; the noise is so piercing that you're ready to stuff your ears full of cotton just to make it stop.

Leon's now back on his feet, his veins turning black against his skin as his arm reaches out to you. His body trembles as he extends forward. You're compelled to move onward slowly, reaching down for Leon's pistol.

"Stop, please," you plead, your wrist swaying back and forth as the gun locks onto Leon. "No," you grit, resisting with everything you have while your arm continues to wobble. Tears stream down your face as you're forced to pull the trigger, shooting one of the cultists to Leon's side, watching them drop dead to the floor.

"Sweet child, do not resist." His commands turn into scolding. The ringing in your ears gets louder as your arm moves again. "Please," you wail into the open air, willing to give anything as long as it meant that he stayed alive. The trigger is pulled again, and the other masked figure drops to the ground.

Leon's face coils up, and his body jerks, trying to reach you, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you pull the trigger for the final time, scrunching up your eyes, not wanting to witness his lifeless body drop to the floor. The gun clicks and falls in front of you while you collapse onto your knees, sobbing onto the floor beneath, your tears staining the dark concrete floors.

Leon is released from his own entrapment and rushes over to comfort you, placing both his hands on your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

It's funny, you think, in a twisted sort of way. You almost killed him, and here he was, asking if you were alright.

"Pray forgive these wicked sinners," Saddler exhales while shaking his head. Leon's about to lunge for his gun when you're both halted once more.

"Injecting one's blood with the plaga isn't the only way to diffuse it among the populous."

Both you and Leon are manipulated until you're standing in front of each other, his hand reaching out to grab at your hip.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not me, I-"

He gets cut off by Saddler. "The plaga can reproduce sexually as well as through implantation." And it's all of a sudden that you feel a certain heat growing inside you—desire, a sort of carnality—and if the crimson on Leon's cheeks is anything to go by, he's feeling it too. There's a certain glint in his eyes now, a hunger that wasn't there before. Both his and your irises turn a bright vermillion as the plaga fully takes control. It's overwhelming. All of your senses are heightened, now very much cognizant of Leon's hand on your hip, the warmth of his skin permeating through your skirt. All you want now is for him to bend you over and take you.

You shake your head in the hopes of clearing your mind. God, when did you start harboring such intense feelings for him like this? This can't be okay, can it? He saved your life. He's a government agent simply doing his job to rescue you from this hell hole. That's what these feelings are—just misplaced appreciation. You try to reason with yourself as the growing need between your legs calls more and more for your attention.

"What the hell's going on?" Your voice is harsh as it cuts through the air. Leon's grip tightens on your hip, almost as if he's holding himself back.

"Is it not obvious, sweet child? You two have perfect compatibility as sexual mates, and since you're both able to resist killing each other, I'll just have to change my line of thinking and make things easier for you."

"Don't be ridiculous," Leon grunts.

"Why deny it? It's quite clear that you're attracted to each other."

"I barely even needed to coax the plaga into doing anything."

As fucked up as this entire situation was, Saddler wasn't wrong, at least in regard to your side of things. You were intrigued by Leon from the moment he found you, rescuing you after being hog-tied and thrown into one of the wardrobes of an abandoned cabin. He was still incredibly handsome, even if you didn't trust him at first. From the subtle bounce of his soft ashen hair when he jogged to the bulge of his biceps whenever he slicked his fingers through the silky strands and how he was so protective over you, so kind. You could go on and on listing the things you found attractive about him. How he looked suplexing zealots, the slope of his nose bridge, his little smirk after roundhousing ganados, the thickness of his thighs, the swell of his **very** defined chest, and god, his ass. His cute, full-pert ass that you could just-

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

This isn't right. You shouldn't be thinking of him this way, but no matter how much you try to resist, you're always coaxed back into these feelings of sensuality. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think of him fucking you against one of the crumbling walls in the village, holding you so tightly against him while he tugs on your tits. Arousal pools in your panties as heat rushes to your face at the thought.

"Fuck," you murmur, and Leon looks over at you, his breath more labored than before. 

"Submit your bodies and release yourself from fear!" Saddler booms, waving his staff around in the air. It's then that you feel Leon's hand underneath your skirt, cupping your mound through your tights, his other hand still gripping at your waist. 

"Leon-" you say exasperatedly.

"I'm sorry, I just..." he leans into you, inhaling your scent. "I'm sorry." His lips press into the side of your neck, slowly moving against the sensitive skin. It's so gentle and kind, and if you close your eyes, you can almost pretend that you're somewhere else, not in a dusty room of an old factory, being coerced to have sex through the means of a parasite.

"You're so soft...smell so good," he mumbles into your ear. Even if you're forced to fuck in front of Saddler and his devotees, Leon at least wants his words of care and fondness to be private—to be yours.

You can't help but moan out loud at his ministrations on your neck, feeling your skin crawl with a newfound heat. Your nipples pebble in your bra, and how desperately you want his hands to be on your breasts, kneading them. You wrap your arms around his neck, curling your fingers into the smooth, pale tresses at his nape.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he confesses over and over. He knows this is wrong. He should have a stronger will than this. He shouldn't be sleeping with the hostage he was tasked with saving. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, if at all. He probably wouldn't have confronted his feelings in any other circumstances, seeing how wildly inappropriate they were. He would've rather taken you somewhere nice—maybe a fancy hotel—and do all the sappy, romantic shit you deserve—the candles, the music, the mood lighting. It'd be sweet and kind, but no. Instead, you get this, being made to breed like cattle. The only comfort he can offer is through his words, his mind trying to fight against the plaga, but you smell too good, your skin so supple and warm against his mouth; it's almost as if he can feel the blood pulsing through your jugular vein. He gently grazes his teeth over the area, biting and pulling the skin taught.

"Don't apologize. You feel good too," you exhale, pushing your chest against his.

"I shouldn't let this sick bastard have so much control over me, but god, you feel so good against me," he groans, worming his hand under the band of your tights and underwear. You loll your head back as his assault on your neck continues. He sucks the skin gently as the worn leather of his gloves makes its presence known against your mound. His finger swipes between your slit, gathering the wetness leaking from your entrance to rub soft circles on your clit.

"Christ, you're already so wet for me, baby," he groans against your neck, your breath hitching at his words.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" An amused tilt now present in his voice, the soft circles on your clit continuing as he speaks against your throat. "You like me calling you baby?"

"Yeah," you mewl, your hand reaching down to grip his forearm.

"That's it. Just focus on me making you feel good." Your cute noises cause blood to rush to his cock, making it stiffen in his pants. Your head rests against his chest as he continues to play with you.

"You want my fingers, baby?"

"Yes," you pant, pressing your face into the middle of his chest. He lets out a lighthearted chuckle, his digit circling your entrance before sinking into your warm cunt. "Oooh, you're so tight, sweetie. Squeezing my finger real nice."

"I can't wait til you're on my cock." he mumbles against your throat once again, smirking. His finger curls deep into your soaked pussy, thrusting in and out as you grind against his palm.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasp, his lips resuming the suckling of your skin as he adds another finger, stuffing your cunt with their thickness, the leather of his gloves wet with your slick as it glides against your clit. You look down from his chest to see his hardened cock starting to poke through his utility pants. Your hand wriggling down to slowly palm him through the fabric, a soft moan rearing from his throat at your touch.

Through feeling him against your palm, he seems to be an impressive size, definitely girthy from what you can make out.

You slide your hand back and forth against the crotch of his pants, his hips lightly bucking into you as a grumbled "fuck" falls from his lips. He sounds so hot when he moans, and you want to hear more.

"I need you to come for me, sweetheart. I need your pussy on my cock so bad." He curls his fingers some more, hitting that soft, spongey spot that makes you see stars. A few more thrusts from his digits and nudges from his palm have you arching into him, his mouth swooping down to swallow your moans through a kiss. He's the only one that gets to hear you cum, despite the audience you both have.

He keeps his fingers stuffed in your cunt as you ride out your orgasm, the sensation of your pussy squeezing down on him making his head whirl in anticipation.

"That's it. That's a good girl," he murmurs, guiding you through the waves.

Despite having just came, you're still just as eager, if not more so, to palm him through his black cargos. 

"Easy, easy. You'll have me soon enough," he coos in an attempt to pacify you, removing your hand from his erection while you whine and grumble in response to the loss of touch, wanting him to mount you already.

He guides you onto the floor, laying you flat on the chilled concrete. The cold seeps into your clothes and skin, causing you to shiver almost uncomfortably so as you arch your back, spreading your legs as far as they'll go in your tight skirt. You take to palming your tits through your top, desperate for any kind of prolonged pleasure. 

"Someone's needy," he chuckles to himself while he looms over you, his broad shoulders casting a large shadow over your form.

"Come on, you'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" He moves to remove both of his belts, unbuckling them and letting them drop to the floor. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest decision to leave himself so exposed, but neither of you could be bothered enough to care.

The next thing to come off was his shoulder holster, the leather straps meeting the other discarded materials on the floor. It's only after his confines are removed that he begins pleasuring himself, reveling in your position on the floor, legs spread deliciously while the rest of you becomes utterly debauched, your expression filled with nothing other than need and want.

You whine out a little, desperate for his touch even after the fact. He smirks while walking toward you, his heavy boots echoing throughout the room with loud thuds til he stops just short of your cunt and sneers. Something about him is different. 

He plants his foot atop your mound, grinding the sole into your folds. There's no real force behind it, but it's oppressive and demeaning. He's not the same Leon. The Leon who told dumb jokes at every opportune moment, who ate multicolored herbs, both raw eggs and fish WHOLE, yet looked at you as if you were the crazy one for refusing, choosing not to believe him when he said they'd "mend your wounds." This was not the same Leon who pulled you aside after you ran off scared, giving you words of reassurance and encouragement just as he had throughout this whole endeavor. No, this Leon was more sinister.

Your whines and mewls get a little more pathetic, rolling your hips and grinding yourself on his boot in a desperate attempt for any friction that he'd give you—which wasn't much, but still, anything was better than nothing!

In the midst of your pouting, you catch Saddler's eye. His expression is blank, almost as if he were watching paint dry. His attendants were dismissed by this point, as they had no need to witness the impregnation take place. You can't help but stare at him, his eyes oddly captivating, unable to help but wonder what he thinks of this. Surely he’s the one controlling you both, but is this a last effort of sorts? Making two "subjects" fuck like rabbits just for the sake of spreading his message, his word, and his so-called "vision" Was sex something that he looked down on? Something shameful?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Leon whistles at you. "Would you rather fuck him instead, princess?" He jeers in a mocking tone. You frown and furrow your brows, glaring at him as you deliver a bratty "no" in response.

"Then keep your eyes on me, yeah?" He sneers as he grinds his heel into you some more, swiping his foot from side to side, knocking the grooves into your clit. He laughs as you continuously mewl into the air, squeezing your tits through your clothes, begging for more attention. Instead of aiding you in your frustrated disposition, he decides to be a little crueler, reaching down to palm his cock through his pants. His head lolls back as he lets out a soft groan, the sound causing more arousal to flood in between your legs.

You moan, your eyes scanning his features—the bob of his Adam's apple, the softness of his jaw, the way his teeth dig into the plush of his bottom lip.

Deciding to prod further, he pulls out his leaking cock from his pants, and you can't help the gasp that escapes you at the sight. He has an adorable ash-blonde happy trail running down his navel that fans into darker, coarse curls at the base of his cock. It has a slight left curve to it and a pretty pink tip. The look of it is tantalizing and mouth-watering. Your mind is flooded with every memory you’ve had of wanting Leon to fuck you silly during this godforsaken nightmare. Now you have a visual to go along with your many fantasies—a pretty cock for an equally pretty man.

You expected him to be in a hurry to fuck you, but he does something unexpected. He keeps his foot on your cunt. You attempt to sit up, your abdomen contracting as you begin to move upward, when he plants his boot on your chest instead, right on your sternum, effectively pushing you flat on your back again.

"Did I give you permission to move?" He stares, cocking his head and quirking a brow, looking down at you as if he were scolding a misbehaving puppy. His carmine irises meet yours as you attempt to shove off his foot by his ankle, though soon finding it pointless as the boot remains firm and steady against you.

You shake your head with a petulant "no," grumbling as his foot takes hold of your chest, pressing lightly on your rib cage, making it somewhat difficult to breathe.

"Then don't get greedy," he chastises, moving his boot back to its previous position on your cunt, leaving a muddy footprint in its wake. Instead of providing you with the friction you wanted, his limb now lays idle against you.

You frown at the brown stain left on your top, glaring at him once more. "You ruined my shirt!"

"I'll tell you what: when this is all said and done, I'll get you a new top. How bout that princess?"

You roll your eyes, grumbling as his hand moves toward his mouth, yanking off his fingerless gloves with his teeth and tossing them among the pile of his other forgotten items.

Warm palms slither down his torso, making their way to his cock, where he squeezes the base, shaking it in the air a tad, teasing you with it.

It's well-known at this point how much you desire him. The plaga floods both of you with nothing but thoughts of you two fucking each other. He watches you eye his cock thoroughly, gnawing at your bottom lip with how badly you wanted him to fill you up.

He languidly begins to pump his hand up and down, precum leaking from his pretty tip all the way down his shaft, creating all the slip he needs. You start to buck your hips against his boot, desperate for your own pleasure, which he still refuses to give you. His hand continues to move along his cock; the rough callouses on his palm are a stark contrast to the glisten of his slick-covered dick.

You huff and puff as he continues to jerk off, growing tired of being teased and tormented. His thumb glides along the slit of his cock head, causing his hips to buck and shudder. You were like a rabbit on a treadmill, his cock being the carrot on the string you were being teased with, so close yet so far...

"Leon, you're being mean," you scowl, feeling grumpy and grouchy, tired of his damn games, your panties soaked through with your arousal, craving any sort of attention.

"Mean?" he asks, pressing his foot further into you, pumping himself a smidgen faster while his pectoral muscle begins to bounce with his quickened pace.

"If I were mean, I'd make you cum just like this while you watch me jack off."

"And since you want to act like such a little brat, maybe that's exactly what I'll do." He speeds up again, twirling his wrist as he fucks his fist, his grunts and groans filling the air among your whines.

"No, no, no, no," you cry, watching him buck into his hand as the slick makes his cock even more slippery.

A pink hue floods his cheeks as heat builds in his body, sweat gathering on the threads of his clothes.

"No?" he mocks with a feigned pout. "You want my cock that badly, huh? Want it to fill you up? Stuff you full?"

"Mhm," you nod incessantly, heat flooding your own face as well, the arousal so overwhelming that you feel as if you’ll burst.

"Why don't you beg for it? Beg for my cock."

You look at him apprehensively. Was he really gonna make you beg for him like a cock-hungry fool?

"I'm not joking about finishing you off with my boot. You'll get no dick and no cum." His efforts hastened, his hips twitching every so often. He’s serious, and so are you, so despite your "strong-willed bratty nature," you beg and you plead for his cock like a good girl.

"Please gimme your cock, Leon. Need it so bad. Need you to fuck me dumb; turn my brain into mush."

"I think you can do better than that princess," he smirks down at you, huffing slightly from the continued pleasure.

Your words turn into a slew of pleas and jumbled moans varying from saying you'll "die without his dick," "how badly you need it," and "how desperate you are for it," all of which boil down to you whining please over and over and over. When he's finally decided that you've made your case, he staves off his release, gripping the base of his cock so as not to finish right in his hand.

He drops to his knees, grabbing and pulling you towards him by your hips, your thighs settling on either side of his while he hovers over you. All his movements are quick and hasty in nature as he hikes up the bottom of your skirt over your pelvis, allowing you to spread your legs further and welcome him into the warmth between your thighs.

He stares down at your black tights below him, now transparent enough to see through to your pale-colored underwear from the fabric being stretched so far. He wastes no time in grabbing the crotch of your tights at the seam and effectively tearing a huge hole in them, his biceps bulging as he rips the fabric from your body. He stares down at the cute design of your panties as your tights lay in shreds against your leg, his eyes settling on the front of the fabric, the wet splotch soaking through from your previous orgasm.

He moves his hand over to your cunt, running his middle and ring fingers through your slit. He settles on your clit, rubbing the sticky fabric against you as he swirls the bundle of nerves in slow circles.

"I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I'm surprised that I held out as long as I did without fucking you."

"Leon," you groan. "No more… I wanna feel you, please," you mumble, reaching out to him as a final stand to get what you desperately crave.

He finally gives in, tugging down the waistband of his pants, landing on the swell of his thighs and below the curve of his ass, exposing the stretch marks that litter his hips and upper thighs.

"See something you like, princess?" he teases, pumping his cock a few times in preparation.

"Mhm, mhm," you nod eagerly as he begins to move toward you. Luckily, your panties are spared from his strength as he chooses to simply pull them aside instead of tearing them apart. He mumbles a grumbly "fuck" as he gets a look at your sweet cunt for the first time. The hair covering your mound shines as your arousal spreads throughout your folds. He doesn’t stop himself from running a finger in between the seam of your pussy, gathering the slick on the pad of his digit and sticking it in his mouth, groaning at the taste of your sweetness.

"Delicious," he mutters as he lays his cock against the warm heat of your sex, giving you a closer look at just how big he is.

He lines himself up at your entrance, and without so much as a warning, he thrusts into you down to the base. You arch into him, your breasts pressing into his chest as your back curves in his direction, a hearty moan coming from both of you. He stretches you out better than in your fantasies, your warm, wet walls clenching down on him as he twitches inside.

"Let's take care of this, yeah?" He asks, lifting your upper half into the air and placing you on your elbows. He lifts your top over the peak of your breasts, ogling the sight of your tits filling out your bra, trapped within their confinement, before he's reaching behind you to fumble with the clasp of the garment. A part of you is amused while watching him struggle, but it's not long after that the cups are falling from your body, your breasts free to Leon’s eyes and the open air as he pulls the straps down your shoulders, flinging the undergarment toward the pile of other forgotten items. He decides to keep your shirt on, enjoying the disheveled, fucked-out look you have with your clothes half on and half off, letting the top stay wrinkled above your tits.

"Perfect," he mumbles, moving his head toward your chest to mouth at it, planting open-mouth kisses along the swell of your breast as his hips begin to roll languidly. He gives you a few slow strokes, just to get acquainted with each other's bodies, before it quickly turns into a hurried fucking.

His hips knock into yours in quick succession, his girth smoothing over every ridge and groove in your tight cunt, leaving you panting into the air as he grunts and groans against your breast. His body pressed so tightly against yours.

His lips find your nipple, his tongue swirling around the areola before pulling the nub into his mouth. The roll of his hips and the suckling of your nipple add to your growing pleasure. You buck your hips in tandem with his, desperate to feel every bit of pleasure you can.

"So greedy, huh, princess? Just need your cute cunt, fucked huh? Anything goes as long as you feel good, right?"

You whine, clenching down on him, squeezing his cock tight as he fucks you thoroughly. He pulls away from your chest, grabbing your hips tight in his grasp, his fingers digging deep into your skin.

"God, you’re perfect for me," he mumbles, leaning back so he's standing straight on his knees, his hands pulling you down on his cock as he brutally thrusts back into you. "So perfect for me to breed." You swear you can see a glint in his eyes as he says that, and your pussy pulsates around him even more.

"You like that, huh?" he teases, punctuating every word in the sentence with a brutal thrust. "You like the thought of being all mine? being claimed by me? Me fucking my kids into you? Knocking you up?"

You mewl and wail, nodding and gasping and heaving; the only thing you care about at this moment is him fucking you full of his seed.

The snap of his hips continues to get quicker, your soft breasts bouncing so pretty as you lay beneath him, your worn and fucked-out expression giving him nothing but joy. His rhythm gets so quick that he manages to slip out of your vice-like grip, causing a low and extended whine to draw out from your lips. He chuckles, enjoying how desperate you are for his body, and leans himself into you once more while he guides his cock back into you, his thrusts regaining their previous speed.

His hand pushes one of your thighs toward your chest, rolling his hips deeper so he can more easily hit the spot that makes your eyes cross, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter as he fucks into you with more vigor. You can’t stop your hands from wandering as you grab the plush of his ass, squeezing the fat while you writhe underneath him. You pant into his mouth, trying to signal him for a kiss, to which he happily obliges, meeting your lips with his as he continues to drive you further and further to the edge.

"Gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?"

"Want it so bad, please?" You moan, sneaking your hand down to the front of your body and rubbing quick circles to your clit.

"Go ahead, princess, cum for me," he mumbles, nestling his head in the crux of your neck, sucking on your pulse point. As his hips continue to thrust into you, you arch intensely into him, moaning loudly as you reach your climax, your eyes rolling into the recesses of your mind as your nails claw into the meat of his ass, leaving pretty, red crescent-shaped divots in his porcelain skin.

You run your hand through his silky blonde strands as you position yourself next to his ear. "Cum with me, Leon," you mutter, still reeling from the aftereffects of your high, the additional thrusting adding to the lingering pleasure still felt. "Cum in me, please. Wanna be stuffed full of you." You lick a stripe up his neck, the salt from his sweat lingering on your tastebuds.

It's a few short and sloppy thrusts later that he's grunting loudly into your skin while he cums, ropes of his seed traveling to your womb.

The door can be heard shutting behind you as Saddler makes his exit, Leon's hips slowing to a full stop once he’s left. With the impregnation going through, he no longer needs to bother himself with whatever the two of you do from here on out.

It’s a few minutes later that the both of you begin to feel normal again, or as normal as you can be given the dire situation. It doesn’t take long for Leon to recover, his baby blues greeting you once more as he snaps to attention, getting himself situated as he puts on his gear and adjusts his clothes, keeping a watchful eye on you as you start to do the same, picking up your bra from his things on the floor.

After getting dressed, he’s immediately at your side. "I'm so sorry. I-"

You cut him off with a finger placed on his lips and a shake of your head. Your face is tired and weary, and your voice a little strained as you tell him, "It's alright."

He’s not willing to argue with you on the ethics of what went down, at least not here, so he decides to put off the conversation til you’re both safe back home, hopefully having figured out some sort of plan by then.

"Are you good enough to move? We shouldn't linger around."

You nod, moving to fully take off your tights before making your departure, seeing as you have no more use for the tattered fabric. The torn material catches his eye, causing embarrassment to rise throughout his face, his cheeks taking on the same rosy hue as before.

"I'll make good on my word, I promise. I’ll get you a new shirt and some tights when we get back. For now…"  He walks towards the exit. "We need to get rid of these damn things," he says, pointing to his chest. He checks his jammed gun, ejecting the magazine and resetting the casing before gesturing you over toward him, readying the weapon in front of him before the two of you begin to make your way out of the factory.

Needless to say, this would NOT be going in his incident report.

[serennedyweek2024]

Prompts:

Day 1 (Feb 18th) - Holiday Season ▪️ Valentine's Day ▪️ T4T ▪️ Don Quixote AU

Day 2 (Feb 19th) - RE6/RE Vendetta/RE Death Island Era ▪️ Tending to Wounds ▪️ Fake/Pretend Relationship

Day 3 (Feb 20th) - Medieval/Fantasy AU ▪️ Vampire/Werewolf AU ▪️ Mermaid AU

Day 4 (Feb 21st) - Time Travel ▪️ Domestic/Dancing ▪️ Other Media Crossover AU

Day 5 (Feb 22nd) - Soulmates AU ▪️ Role Swap AU ▪️ Only One Bed/Cuddling for Warmth

Day 6 (Feb 23rd) - Western/Cowboys AU ▪️ Chained Together ▪️ Las Plagas

Day 7 (Feb 24th) - Pirates AU ▪️ Childhood Friends AU ▪️ Family Fun

Special Day 8 (Feb 25th) - Free Day! Pick any previous prompt to do again, or do one of your own!

Have fun!

[wzruszenia]

apparently jestem już w tym wieku

przez wszystkie social media przewijają się zdjęcia par z bomblami w profesjonalnych sesjach świątecznych lub przynajmniej w świątecznych ciuszkach pod kolor, noworodki zawsze zwinięte są w ślimaka, starsze wykrzywione do stopnia odstręczającego, ilość prezentów pod choinką pod konkurencję oczywiście, wszędzie ten sam wystrój mieszkania pod minimalizm a'la ikea, szarości biele i beże, zastawa stołowa bez skazy ni duszy, wszystko wygląda obrzydliwie tak samo, a u par bezbombelkowych wjeżdża dodatkowo zwierzę domowe w świątecznym przebraniu

myślałam że etapy zaręczyn i excitementu pierwszych świąt razem były najgorsze, ale ta plaga dopiero kiełkowała

co nadejdzie następne???

[cronicasvampiricas-rpg]

Los Strix es la organización de vampiros más antigua que existe. Fue fundada en la Edad Media por Elijah Mikaelson junto con su protegida Aya, con la intención de reunir grandes mentes en un esfuerzo por construir un mundo mejor. Por desgracia, apenas Mikael encontró a Elijah, este se vio obligado a huir, tomando Tristán de Martel el control de la organización. Años más tarde, el original descubriría que el grupo sobrevivió gracias a Tristán, pero viendo que se convirtió en una sociedad de sociópatas ego-maníacos y vampiros elitistas que nada tenían que ver con el propósito inicial del porqué fundase dicha organización, decidió dejarlos atrás.

La mayoría de los Strix consideran a Tristán un verdadero héroe por tomar el control de la organización a tiempo, aunque Elijah sigue teniendo algún que otro simpatizante entre sus filas. Bajo el liderazgo del primero, los Strix se han convertido en una de las organizaciones más importantes del mundo, habiendo sigo responsables de innumerables catástrofes, conflictos bélicos, asesinatos e incluso plagas a lo largo de la historia.

Los vampiros Strix se caracterizan por estar especialmente interesados en las artes o las ciencias, y en general, por gozar de mentes privilegiadas. Su inteligencia les convierte en personas elitistas y algo snobs, no aceptando relacionarse con cualquiera. Comparten un importante rasgo en común: todos ellos son miembros del linaje de Elijah, al haber sido convertidos los unos por los otros. Salvo muy raras excepciones, no admiten vampiros pertenecientes a otras estirpes.

Dada la antigüedad de la organización, muchos de sus miembros son especialmente antiguos, aunque algunos son mucho más jóvenes. Es frecuente que se capten los unos a los otros, apreciando su potencial durante su vida humana o al poco de ser convertidos, y proponiéndolos para entrar a la organización. Para acceder a los Strix, el aspirante debe poner a prueba su ingenio y su astucia en una retorcida prueba.

Tienen a su disposición su propio aquelarre de brujas, conocidas como Las Hermanas, siendo generalmente chicas jóvenes y de gran potencial. Por ello, no necesitan recurrir a brujos o aquelarres fuera de la organización.

[possessionisamyth]

Original post for context.

Okay. @11cool​​ So I’m officially done with being polite. It is extremely ableist to say NO ONE would be happy with their disability and that they all wish they could fix it. Your grandfather’s personal experience does not represent the opinions of every single disabled person.

There are people who are disabled who are fine with their disabilities, and the main thing all disabled people want is to be treated medically with respect to their limitations so they can receive the help/support they need, to be treated with respect by society as people who don’t have to be inspirations or a tragic case in order to earn sympathy, and to drastically improve assistance they need to live because currently the government does fuck all to help them. How people feel about their disabilities depend entire on who they are and their quality of life. To say that all disabled people want to fix their disability and be able bodied is literally eugenics. So, whatever toxic opinions you’ve formed about disabled people, you need to unlearn them. And then you need to take the time to understand that everyone’s quality of life is different, you need to figure out what outside forces make them different, and you need to learn why those outside forces make them different.

As for the case of fictional scientists fixing their disabilities. You obviously haven’t read enough media in the horror genre, which Resident Evil is in, because if  horror scientists do not already have body prosthetics, they do FAIL in fixing their disabilities. 9/10 they become horrific mutations of themselves that they’re terrified of and angry about, or they become extremely dependent on their “cure” like an addict. In their efforts to preserve their own humanity, they circumvent it and are forced to deal with the  NEGATIVE consequences. And this isn’t even a new concept. The only exception to this is the opposite end of scientists who revel in their mutations and/or prosthetics. And Luis is no longer trying to be a mad scientist, he’s someone who wants to help people, so no. He wouldn’t fucking heal his disability. If anything. he’d look at all the lives he ruined and would take living with a disability as a fair trade where he got off great! He wouldn’t re-infect himself with the plaga after going through so much effort to remove it from Ashley and Leon and HIMSELF. He also CAN’T be re-infected with the plaga due to the removal and the antigen he took. That’s why Saddler is so pissed when he tries to control Leon at the end and fails, because he knows Leon can no longer be controlled meaning he must be killed.

Finally, the notes you’re talking about.

This one very obviously implies Luis plans to take his knowledge of how to safely remove the plaga with him once he is in safety. He would then give that information to federal parties dedicated to the cause against B.O.Ws like, idk, the fucking BSAA! He’d have to most likely perform under an alias since his ties with Umbrella would have him at best arrested in his home country or at worst executed before he could be of any help.

This literally states what I told you in that he was going to give the amber to Ada, so he can get the fuck away from Saddler BEFORE taking any action against him.

And this! Literally shoots your personal interpretation of how he was going to use it to beat Saddler , because he was going to use the amber to RESEARCH IT. With a sample that’s stronger than Saddler’s plaga, and since he is physically unable to re-infect himself, Luis would research the best ways to KILL the damn thing like he was already doing for the regular plagas.

He plans on getting himself out ALIVE. He then plans on getting away from the organization he’s put his hands into ALIVE, because he knows all the research and the knowledge he’s attained is what’s the most valuable about him, and he wants to use his knowledge for good. He would not nor ever go freaking monster mode. That’s the last thing he’d ever want.

So in summary, go fuck yourself.

[ladymelisande]

La única consolación de esta mierda es que los hijos de puta de clase media qué en su mayoría votaron a este hijo de puta se van a morir con el resto de nosotros. Les deseo cada enfermedad posible porque me tienen harta, son unos lacras sin humanidad que no les importa nada más que sus propios culos. Por mí que a cada votante de Milei le agarre dengue, COVID y cualquier plaga porque se lo merecen.

[beaudngz]

𝗤. 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈, 𝗁𝖺𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺. advertencia hizo que retroceda cinco pasos en automático, reconociendo cainita a pesar de escasa claridad. ' ¿los hoteles no hacen descuentos por san valentín? ¡es la cuarta en menos de hora y media! ' parecían reproducirse como plaga, encontrando parejas en actividades pasionales en cada esquina que dobla, despeinando cabellos. ' espera, ¿no deberías estar en una cita? ' inquiere con curiosidad, atento a posibles reacciones negativas. ' solo digo, también he visto vástagos en plan romance telenovelesco. ' @dckhwn

[silvercap]

Day 4

Okay, so I know it's actually the 9th now and my great intentions of doing this every day has... Dissolved slightly, but I got thinking again about my favorite whump media and I have one answer: Prodigal Son. Man, I miss that show. Pretty much whump in every episode, and I used to be so obsessed with the characters. It's actually the thing that got me into whump in the first place, so it's special to me!

A second answer would probably be resident evil 4, but the original one. I love the remake and it's a better game in every way, but the whump in the original is so much better lmao. Forever thinking about the creepy plagas needle scene and the overdramatic way he collapses after the lake section. Also just the vibes in general are so perfect.

[kid-az]

Make a list of villains from any media that you can’t bring yourself to hate

Ummm okay this is kinda at the top of my head lol! This will all be villains who were intended to be hated.

Amalthus (Xenoblade Chronicles 2): A villain with an extremely tragic backstory and still having some humanity while still being an utterly despicable POS.

Luxaar (Xenoblade Chronicles X): This loser is probs the biggest downgrade in villainy I’ve ever seen in a videogame franchise. From absolutely amazing villains like Metal Face, Egil and Zanza to some hideous frog slug man whose only character trait is being a speciest asshole who gets zero respect from Anyone, allie’s and enemies alike. He doesn’t even get acknowledged by the main characters until the FINAL CHAPTER OF THE MAIN STORY! The fact he sucks so much as a villain makes him oddly endearing in an ironic, memetic way. His lines are also surprisingly good.

Jason Dante (Uncharted: Golden Abyss): Def intended to be a hateable asshole yet he’s extremely hilarious and endearing due to his quips and how no one respects him and the story is aware of that, making him an underdog villain. From the get go Nathan and everyone else just looks down on him. Plus bro got to die on his own terms, getting to die in an ancient treasure room full of (Low) radioactive gold while screaming at Nathan about how he leaves empty-handed.

Every character in Cruelty Squad (Cruelty Squad): Almost all of them are sick, rotten, morally depraved, completely insane psychotic pieces of shit who also, like the rest of the game, are an absolute hideous eyesore to look at. All of this is intended to present the themes of Cruelty Squad, as well as present a unique ascetic for a biopunk, quasi-capitalist-theocratic dystopia.

The Shadow Queen (Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door): For how little screentime she gets she STEALS the entire show for how utterly terrifying she is! I rlly hope the Remake does her well!

Osmund Saddler (Resident Evil 4 Remake): Terrifying bastard man who proceeds to chant about the Plagas in his boss battle, honestly his entire boss battle and the cutscenes go absolutely hard and ham.

The End (Sonic Frontiers): Not so much for them as much as how they serve the overall role and characters of the ancients, and how they’re attempted survival and extinction drives the entire plot and themes of the game, plus the Ancient’s descendants the Chao are cute! Also I’m With You should’ve been included in the Supreme End in someway!

[ravenblack-writer]

Quiero más Argie Mutuals. Media pila que somos plaga acá y los banco a todos.

[elbiotipo]

¿Hay alguna planta(s) de origen argentino que se haya vuelto especie invasora en otro país?

No precisamente argentino, pero los camalotes sí, son especies invasivas. Hace poco algunos investigadores de Angola, si mal no recuerdo, anduvieron por mi facultad para investigar si podían introducir un grillo de acá como control de plagas para comerlas, porque sino cubren todos los ríos allá y no tienen predadores naturales.

Seguro hay otras pero no las recuerdo ahora mismo.

Hay muchas plantas de acá que están prohibidas en otros países porque son tóxicas, por ejemplo el Jazmín Paraguayo (Brunfelsia australis), que es una lástima, porque es hermoso y tiene un aroma espectacular, lo sentís a media cuadra.

[metodosdecontroldeplagascitricos]

MANEJO INTEGRADO DE PLAGAS EN HUERTAS DE NARANJA, RIO DE PINIHUAN LAGUNILLAS, S.L.P.

RIO  DE  PINIHUAN  “LUGAR  DE  CITRICULTORES”

RÍO PINIHUAN se ubica en el estado mexicano de San Luis Potosí en el municipio de Lagunillas. Localizado en una altura de 662 metros. Como actividad principal tienen a la Agricultura; los principales cultivos son maíz y frijol; como cultivos perennes que tienen importancia en la región está la naranja. La comercialización de los productos debido a las necesidades humanas se destina al autoconsumo y cuando se tienen excedentes se comercializa a nivel local o hacia la misma región. Respecto a la comercialización de la naranja, esta tiene distintos puntos de venta: Guadalajara, Michoacán, Estado de México y mercados locales

MOSCA MEXICANA DE LA FRUTA

Anastrepha ludens

Las moscas de la fruta constituyen una de las plagas de mayor importancia para la fruticultura, de tal forma que para garantizar la producción de fruta sana, su manejo se debe hacer con un enfoque integral.

La mosca mexicana de la fruta (Anastrepha ludens) es una plaga que afecta los frutos de varias especies frutales cultivados. Las larvas de este díptero se alimentan de la pulpa de las frutas, pudiendo causar la ciada de los mismos prematuramente. Esta plaga ataca a la mayoría de los cítricos, con excepción del cultivo de limón, también ataca a los cultivos de pera, durazno, mamey, sapote, mango, por solo mencionar los principales cultivos atacados.

Las hembras de la mosca mexicana de la fruta (Anastrepha ludens) deposita sus huevecillos en los frutos. Las larvas de esta mosca se alimentan de la pulpa de los frutos atacados. Los daños directos son ocasionados por la alimentación de la pulpa, estas heridas facilitan la entrada de patógenos como hongos.

En México se consideran 4 especies de este género importantes como plagas agrícolas, que son Anastrepha ludens, Anastrepha obliqua, Anastrepha striota y Anastrepha serpentina.

DETECCIÓN E IDENTIFICACION

La fruta infestada muestra pequeñas perforaciones como señales de oviposición, pero este u otros síntomas de daño son difíciles de detectar en los estados tempranos de la infestación; el daño ocurre dentro de la fruta antes de que se observen síntomas externos como pudriciones. El ataque a la fruta es realizado por la hembra adulta; perfora la cáscara del fruto para ovipositar; el síntoma de infestación difiere en diversos frutos.

Características morfológicas de los adultos de moscas de la fruta reglamentadas presentes en México

MEDIDAS PREVENTIVAS ANTE LA PLAGA DE LA MOSCA (Anastrepha Ludens)

En 1992 en México fue puesta en marcha la Campaña Nacional Contra Moscas de la Fruta (CNMF), con el objetivo de controlar, suprimir y erradicar.

La campaña incluye acciones de:

Trampeo

Muestreo de frutos

Así mismo se utilizan métodos de control como: control biológico, químico, mecánico y técnica del insecto estéril.

La moscas de la fruta (Anastrepha spp.), esta plaga afecta además de los cítricos dulces, a una gran variedad de otros frutales, ubicados en zonas marginales y de traspatio, principalmente en las dos zonas productoras del Estado de San Luis Potosí (Zona Media y Zona Huasteca), afectando los ingresos de los productores, al incrementar los costos de producción y dificultar la movilización al mercado nacional y de exportación. La implementación de la Campaña Nacional contra Moscas de la Fruta beneficia de manera directa a 18,463 productores y sus familias, cuya actividad productiva genera más de 500 mil jornales al año; además de activar otros sectores como transportistas, acopiadores, procesadores, proveedores de insumos y prestadores de servicios.

MUESTREO DE FRUTOS

Su objetivo es colectar frutos hospederos de la plaga y disectarlos en busca de larvas de moscas de la fruta, para conocer y ubicar los sitios donde esta se reproduce; asimismo, permite orientar hacia esos puntos la destrucción mecánica de frutos infestados.

Determina la abundancia de la plaga en el huerto

Cuantifica el daño directo causado por las moscas de la fruta

Se deben seleccionar frutos que cuelgan del árbol y aquellos que se encuentran en el suelo, que presenten síntomas de infestación como: perforaciones, manchas circulares amarillas, puntos necróticos y frutos con madurez prematura.

La actividad del muestreo de frutos consta de dos fases:

Campo: tiene como objetivo la recolección de frutos con síntomas y/o daños de estar infestados en las áreas de trabajo. La responsabilidad del muestreador termina al entregar las muestras de frutos al laboratorio de disección debidamente etiquetadas.

Disección: tiene como objetivo manejar y procesar la fruta muestreada para obtener larvas cuyo estado biológico sea conveniente para facilitar su identificación.

PROCEDIMIENTO PARA EL MUESTREO EN CAMPO:

Nos dirigimos a las huertas para muestrear, la dividimos en 5 cuadrantes para recolectar fruto de cada punto.

Se colecta tanto fruta recién caída como aquella que permanece en el árbol que sea susceptible de estar infestada. Para colectar la fruta directamente de los árboles se utiliza el gancho cortador

La fruta colectada de suelo y árbol se coloca en bolsas separadas aunque provengan del mismo hospedante y lugar

El volumen de la muestra es variable, depende del tamaño y disponibilidad del fruto colectado. Su magnitud puede variar desde 0.5 kg., para frutos pequeños y hasta 5 o más kg. en frutos de gran tamaño. Para frutos de tamaño medio, las muestras son de 1.5 a3 kg. y de 8 a 15 frutos en promedio.

Las muestras colocadas en las bolsas de plástico deberán ser guardadas durante el trayecto de recolección en una caja o recipiente de plástico, para evitar que queden expuestas al sol, lo cual podría provocar la muerte de larvas.

Una vez concluida la actividad, se procede a pesar cada muestra de frutos en el laboratorio, se registran los datos, tanto en la etiqueta que identifica la muestra, como en el reporte diario de esta actividad

PROCEDIMIENTO PARA EL MUESTREO EN LABORATORIO:

El personal de laboratorio de la campaña nacional contra moscas de la fruta tendrá que separar las muestras el mismo día para su envió a la sala de disección de frutos.

Se debe contar con un área acondicionada para realizar la disección de los frutos.

Para disectar la fruta, es necesario auxiliarse de unas pinzas para extraer con cuidado las larvas encontradas en la pulpa, y se depositan en frascos o recipientes húmedos con el fin de mantenerlas en buenas condiciones para su identificación (figura 6). Al final se cuentan el número total de larvas, se anota en una etiqueta los datos que identifican a la muestra y se adhiere ésta al frasco o recipiente.

Los frascos que contienen las larvas que se colectan en la sala de disección de frutos son recibidos por el identificador, que deberá dar prioridad al material que proviene de zonas estratégicamente importantes. Las larvas se matan usando una solución de alcohol al 70% antes de proceder a identificarlas inmediatamente. Posteriormente se colocan sobre un porta objetos en posición lateral para su identificación.

RESULTADOS

Los resultados diarios obtenidos por el laboratorio de identificación se registran y se envían tanto al área de informática para el registro de los resultados como al Coordinador Estatal de la Campaña, para la toma de decisiones.

T  R  A  M  P  E  O

Procedimiento oficial efectuado en un período de tiempo dado para determinar las características de una población de plagas o para determinar las especies presentes dentro de un área.

Con fines de mantener en operación la red de trampeo en las zonas de trabajo, se habilitarán trampas multilure en los municipios atendidos cebadas con atrayente alimenticio específico para moscas de la fruta. Para establecer y mantener un programa de trampeo sistemático y eficaz, las trampas deben colocarse, en lugares estratégicos adecuados, de acuerdo a los criterios establecidos en el cuadro 1. La red de trampeo se organiza por rutas, que constan de un número específico de trampas en un área o sobre caminos en particular.

Atrayentes a utilizar

Atrayentes alimenticios constituidos a base de proteínas hidrolizadas, líquidas o sólidas, con un mínimo de 28% de aminoácidos.

Biolure (2C): Atrayente alimenticio sintético seco, integrado por dos componentes (Acetato de Amonio y Putrecina), viene en pequeños dispensadores que se adhieren a las paredes internas de la parte superior de la trampa tipo Multilure para la detección de moscas del genero Anastrepha.

MATERIALES Y EQUIPO DE TRAMPEO

SELECCION DE SITIOS PARA COLOCAR LAS TRAMPAS

PREPARACION DE TRAMPAS

Para colocar el parche de atrayente, debe quitarse la cubierta de la envoltura de cada atrayente y presionar el parche contra la superficie de la trampa para que el adhesivo de la parte posterior del parche se adhiera a la superficie de la trampa. b) Después de colocar los atrayentes, en la base de la trampa se adiciona una solución de 240 ml de agua con 10 ml de Propilen glicol.

Para la revisión de la trampa, se deben separar los insectos capturados y la basura a través de un colador de malla fina, vertiendo la solución de Propilen glicol sobre un recipiente, evitando derrames y contaminación. Se coloca la etiqueta con fecha actualizada y se instala nuevamente la trampa en el árbol. El atrayente debe ser sustituido cada 6 semanas dependiendo de las condiciones ambientales.

FORMATOS DE TRAMPEO

CONTROL MECANICO

El control mecánico de frutos

es un método sencillo y económico que en caso de llevarse a cabo bajo una estrategia bien definida, con oportunidad y en volumen suficiente, puede reducir hasta un 60%, o más las poblaciones de moscas de la fruta, esto considerando que de manera natural el 81% de las poblaciones de Anastrepha en una región lo constituyen los estados de huevo y larva.

Cuando la actividad del muestreo reporte la presencia de larvas en un hospedero y lugar, se llevará a cabo la colecta de frutos infestados y se destruirá mediante enterramiento de los mismos.  También se empleará el enfoque preventivo, colectando frutos hospederos preferenciales para ser destruidos enterrándolos.

RECOLECTA DE FRUTOS Será responsabilidad del personal de la Campaña Nacional contra Moscas de la Fruta, la recolección de fruta susceptible e infestada ubicada en poblaciones rurales, urbanas, traspatios, parques y/o áreas de producción abandonadas (>5 ha) que se localicen dentro de la zona de trabajo

CONTROL QUIMICO

Tiene el objetivo de suprimir poblaciones de moscas de la fruta en estado adulto. Mediante la aplicación de un cebo selectivo el cual se aplica por chisquetes dirigidos al follaje de los árboles de la parte media a la parte alta de la copa del árbol, el tamaño de gota deseado es de 3 a 6 mm. La ventaja del cebo es que únicamente es atractivo para las especies de moscas de la fruta.

PASOS PARA REALIZAR EL CONTROL QUIMICO:

1.- vamos por agua a la pileta del rancho, llenamos dos tambores

2.- subimos a la camioneta las mochilas aspersoras, varillas, el atrayente, el malation 1000, la probeta, 4 cubetas, 1 escoba, 1 bolsa negra grande de basura, 1 mecate.

Al llegar a la huerta realizamos la preparación de la mezcla, la cual consta de lo siguiente:

Para un tambor de 200 litros

95% de agua

1 litro de malation ce 1000

4 litros de atrayente (cebo selectivo)

Al final lo revolevemos durante 10 minutos

3.- enseguida llenamos las bombas aspersoras, y le colocamos las varillas, es importante checar la boquillas antes de aplicar para que esta solo aplique de 3 a 6 mm por cada árbol.

4.- ya que hallamos acabado de aplicar en las huertas que tenían presencia de larva, lavamos las mochilas aspersoras, teniendo cuidado de no rociar los rios

EXPERIENCIA PERSONAL REALIZANDO EL CONTROL QUIMICO

CONTROL AUTOCIDA

En el se trabaja con la Tecnica del Insecto Esteril (TIE) La técnica del insecto estéril es un método de control de plagas de insectos respetuoso con el medio ambiente que implica la cría en masa y la esterilización, por medio de la radiación, de los insectos causantes de una plaga concreta. Una vez esterilizados, se procede a la suelta zonal sistemática de los machos desde el aire en unas zonas definidas, donde se aparean con hembras silvestres sin que haya descendencia, con lo que se reduce la población causante de la plaga.

MATERIAL BIOLOGICO A UTILIZAR (moscas esteriles)

Anastrepha ludens cepa bisexual

Anastrepha ludens cepa Tapachula 7

PROCEDIMIENTO A REALIZAR:´

Se recoge la pupa (huevecillo de la mosca) a San Luis Potosí

Se traslada el material biológico al Centro de Empaque

Ahí se empaca en torres grandes, donde se colocan en una bandeja la pupa (cepa bisexual o cepa Tapachula 7), también agregan almohadillas húmedas para que la mosca beba agua, se le ponen también serpentines, los cuales ayudan a que la mosca no se estrese, y agregan azúcar con agua para que tenga alimento.

Los dejan alrededor de una semana en el cuarto de maduración

Pasada la semana las moscas ya en estado adulto son trasladadas a un cuarto frio para dormirlas y para que sea más fácil su manipulación al momento de montarlas a la avioneta.

Enseguida nos trasladamos a la pista de aterrizaje y solo se espera el momento para que den la orden de despegar. El piloto, ya tiene consigo la información sobre donde se arrojaran las moscas.

CON LA AYUDA DE CADA UNA DE LAS TECNICAS CON LAS QUE MANEJA LA CAMPAÑA NACIONAL CONTRA MOSCAS DE LA FRUTA, AYUDAMOS A ERRADICAR, SUPRIMIR Y DISMINUIR LA PLAGA DE LA MOSCA MEXICANA DE LA FRUTA EN CITRICOS.

SIGUEME PARA MAS CONTENIDO!!!!

[crosscountryrally]

Las razones por las cuales la Extreme E viene al Desierto de Atacama a disputar el Copper X-Prix

Ya va quedando menos para el estreno de la Extreme E en la Región de Antofagasta para el Antofagasta Minerals Copper X-Prix entre el 24 y 25 de septiembre. La elección de correr una competencia en el Desierto de Atacama y particularmente, en los terrenos de Mina Centinela no es al azar para la categoría que busca levantar alertas sobre el cambio climático y las consecuencias de la actividad humana en nuestro medio ambiente.

“El desierto de Atacama, que se extiende a lo largo de 1000 kilómetros entre las latitudes 19°S y 30°S, es prácticamente estéril. Esta vasta área está bloqueada por la humedad en ambos lados porque está delimitada por dos cadenas montañosas, la Cordillera de la Costa al oeste y la Cordillera de los Andes al este. Esto crea una gran zona de ausencia de lluvia de dos lados que en gran parte el agua viaja horizontalmente en el viento desde el Océano Pacífico o el Atlántico. Esto lo convierte en el lugar más seco de la Tierra, con una precipitación media anual de menos de 2 mm. En extensas zonas de Atacama, ni las plantas más robustas pueden crecer” detalla el Profesor Carlos Duarte, el científico dedicado a cambio climático en Extreme E.

El problema de falta de biodiversidad en el desierto causa problemas adicionales al medio ambiente, por ejemplo, en la polinización, purificación del aire, generación de materia renovable, control de plagas y descomposición. Un ejemplo de esto es la prácticamente extinta rana del Loa, que es vital para el control de plagas en la zona.

Además de esto, en la fecha de Chile, la Extreme E quiere destacar la importancia de una minería sustentable. El cobre es un elemento clave para la electrificación de nuestro transporte y la idea tanto de Antofagasta Minerals, como otras compañías, es avanzar hacia un futuro donde la minería sea más verde y respetuosa del medio ambiente. Ejemplos de esto son el manejo de agua, que es vital para la mayor cantidad de las faenas mineras que se encuentran en el Desierto de Atacama al encontrarse en una zona donde el recurso es muy escaso. Ejemplos de soluciones a este problema son plantas desalinizadoras, que Antofagasta Minerals ha implementado por ejemplo para su instalación de Los Pelambres.

“El desarrollo sostenible involucra múltiples dimensiones: económica, social y ambiental. Sin embargo, la principal preocupación de la sostenibilidad ambiental de la industria minera es evitar y reducir el impacto ambiental en las diferentes etapas del ciclo de vida de la minería, donde la industria minera necesita anticiparse a los posibles efectos negativos que sus operaciones puedan generar. Lograr una minería sostenible requiere un fuerte liderazgo. Sin una sustentabilidad mejorada, la creciente demanda de metales podría conducir a un fuerte aumento en los impactos de la minería en el medio ambiente” concluyó Carlos Duarte.

Imagen: Prensa Extreme E

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📰🐷🔊 ¡AHORA PUEDE ESCUCHAR LAS PUBLICACIONES DE INFOIBERICO.COM AQUÍ! 👇 [spotifyplaybutton play="https://open.spotify.com/episode/1a3kh3RvfwpLwFjP8x1sOe?si=pTkU596ZRw2s6uTYBfxNRQ"] España espera producir 17,9 millones de toneladas de cereales de invierno, incluyendo trigo y cebada, en la próxima campaña 2024-2025, lo que representa un aumento significativo del 123,29% en comparación con la temporada anterior, marcada por una severa sequía. Estos datos han sido proporcionados por la Asociación de Comerciantes de Cereales y Oleaginosas de España (Accoe), cuyos aforos iniciales, que aún están en fase provisional y se actualizarán en las próximas semanas, indican que la superficie destinada al cultivo de cereal de invierno este año abarca 5.161.082 hectáreas en todo el país. El notable aumento en la producción se debe principalmente a que la temporada anterior fue catalogada como una de las peores en la historia reciente del sector debido a la sequía extrema. Esta situación llevó a un "récord negativo" en las últimas décadas. Comparado con la campaña de 2022, Accoe estima que la producción de cereales crecerá un 22%, lo que subraya una recuperación notable en el rendimiento agrícola. Los comerciantes mayoristas de cereales han destacado un incremento sensible en los rendimientos por hectárea en comparación con las 2 últimas campañas, con excepción del arco este peninsular. En promedio, los rendimientos se sitúan en 1,53 toneladas por hectárea, con un rendimiento de 1,80 toneladas por hectárea en trigo blando y 1,58 toneladas por hectárea en cebada. Es importante mencionar que las previsiones de Accoe no incluyen datos sobre la producción de maíz o arroz, considerados cereales de primavera. La recolección del cereal de invierno comenzará en los próximos días, aunque la campaña oficial dará inicio el 1 de julio. Por otra parte, la Asociación Agraria de Jóvenes Agricultores (Asaja), considera que la cosecha de cereales de invierno de este año rondará los 15,7 millones de toneladas, una cifra que considera en la media de los últimos 10 años, tras el descalabro sufrido el pasado año, cuando no alcanzaron los 9 millones de toneladas. Sin embargo, subrayan que esta campaña también hay zonas productoras donde la sequía ha causado un gran impacto y las producciones se verán muy mermadas como es el caso de Cataluña, algunas zonas de Aragón, la provincia de Albacete y el sureste peninsular. Asaja alerta que como ya ocurriera en años anteriores, ha habido muchos casos de plagas y enfermedades en los cultivos, problemas fitosanitarios que se incrementan cada año desde que no se pueden realizar quemas controladas de rastrojos y se prohíbe el uso de cada vez más materias activas. Respecto a los costes de producción, consideran que también un año más han sido muy elevados y los precios que se están pagando a los agricultores siguen siendo bajos. Recuerdan que aún se mantiene mucho grano almacenado de la pasada campaña para evitar vender a pérdidas, una situación que resulta insostenible para los productores. Continuando por tanto en una tesitura muy preocupante de falta de rentabilidad en las explotaciones cerealistas. Las expectativas respecto a los precios son inciertas y la recuperación de éstos está en entredicho a expensas de lo que pase en los mercados internacionales. Los precios vienen marcados por los puertos y son los grandes compradores los que están presionando los precios a la baja. Mientras, los precios del trigo y del maíz continúan su ascenso en las lonjas españolas, alcanzando los "máximos de la campaña" debido a las preocupaciones sobre un posible descenso en la producción en el hemisferio nortes, según reporta Accoe. España es un país que importa gran parte de sus cereales, los precios han mantenido una tendencia alcista, con el trigo especialmente afectado por las noticias que sugieren una disminución de las cosechas "en casi todo el hemisferio norte". Aunque aún es necesario esperar la confirmación de estas previsiones, las cotizaciones actuales ya reflejan estas preocupaciones.

Durante la semana 22, los precios y sus incrementos en comparación con la semana anterior fueron los siguientes: Trigo blando: 242,49€/tn (+0,84 %) Maíz: 233,09€/tn (+0,58 %) Trigo duro: 298,33€/tn (+0,27 %) Avena: 270€/tn (+0,37 %) En contraste, los precios de la cebada han mostrado una ligera disminución, situándose en 224,86€/tn (-0,13 %), mientras que los precios de la cebada de malta se han mantenido estables en 227,75€/tn. Comparando con los precios de enero de 2024, el trigo blando ha experimentado su 1ª subida del año, con un incremento del 0,15%, y el maíz ha subido un 0,01%. Sin embargo, los precios de la cebada son un 2,87% inferiores a los de principios de año, la cebada de malta también ha bajado un 9,35%, la avena un 13,51%, y el trigo duro ha visto una significativa caída del 18,82%. Estos movimientos en los precios reflejan la volatilidad del mercado de cereales y subrayan la importancia de las previsiones de producción global en la determinación de las tendencias de precios en España.

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IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 6 DE JUNIO DE 2024

Día Mundial de los Pacientes Trasplantados, Día de la Lengua Rusa, Día Mundial de Concienciación sobre la importancia del control de plagas, Día Mundial de la Hidradenitis Supurativa, Día Mundial del yo-yo, Semana Internacional de los Museos, Semana Internacional de los Archivos, Año Internacional de los Camélidos.

San Claudio y Santa Cándida.

Tal día como hoy en el año 2002

Entrada de un meteorito en la atmósfera terrestre que explota sobre el mar Mediterráneo y puede verse desde varios países, con una potencia similar a la bomba atómica lanzada por Estados Unidos sobre Nagasaki.

2001

La empresa tabacalera estadounidense Philip Morris es condenada en un juicio a pagar 3.000 millones de dólares a un fumador de 56 años de edad con cáncer de pulmón irreversible.

1985

La policía de Brasil exhuma en la localidad de Embu los restos del ciudadano Wolfgang Gerhard para probar que se trataba del médico genocida nazi Josef Mengele. Finalmente una prueba de ADN lo confirmó, en 1992.

1984

El ingeniero informático ruso Alekséi Pázhitnov crea el Tetris, uno de los videojuegos más famosos de la historia.

1946

Se funda la Basketball Association of America en Estados Unidos, actualmente conocida como NBA.

1944

Día D: Justo a la media noche comienza la Operación Overlord dirigida por Eisenhower. Al alba, termina el bombardeo masivo de la costa francesa mientras 135.000 soldados aliados desembarcan en las playas de Normandía por cinco sitios diferentes. A pesar de las formidables defensas alemanas de la costa, al entrar por cinco lugares a la vez, se consigue tomar la playa. Al atardecer, 150.000 soldados habrán desembarcado en Europa, haciendo posible la rápida liberación de Francia y ampliando las posibilidades de invadir Alemania este mismo año. (Hace 80 años)

1821

En Perú, en las inmediaciones de Chachapoyas, tiene lugar la batalla de Higos-Urco, donde las fuerzas patriotas vencen a las realistas iniciando de este modo la independencia de Perú del yugo español. (Hace 203 años)

1801

Con el objetivo conseguido de cerrar los puertos portugueses al comercio inglés, se firma el tratado de Badajoz que pone fin a la "Guerra de la Naranjas" entre España y Portugal, iniciada en febrero de este año. (Hace 223 años)

1742

En Cuba, una escuadra inglesa con más de 50 navíos y 14.000 hombres aparece frente a La Habana, sorprendiendo a las autoridades españolas, que en el puerto cuenta con 14 buques de guerra anclados. El gobernador de la Isla, Prado Portocarrero, adopta medidas apresuradamente y pone en pie de guerra a todos los pobladores. Con el fin de imposibilitar la entrada de buques enemigos en el puerto, la entrada es cerrada con cadenas a la vez que ordena hundir tres embarcaciones. La Habana resistirá heroicamente y no será hasta el 12 de agosto, cuando logren rendir la defensa del Castillo del Morro, que los ingleses vean cumplido su objetivo tras someterla a un sangriento ataque y bombardeo. (Hace 282 años)

1654

En Suecia, la reina Cristina abdica, a consecuencia de su creciente aversión hacia sus obligaciones oficiales, en favor de su primo Carlos Gustavo. (Hace 370 años)

1644

Las fuerzas manchúes de la Dinastía Qing dirigidas por el emperador Shunzhi, capturan la ciudad de Peking durante el colapso de la Dinastía Ming. Esta dinastía manchú gobernará y establecerá en esta ciudad la capital de su imperio hasta la abdicación en 1912 del último emperador, Pu-Yi, como consecuencia de la Revolución de Xinhai y el establecimiento de la República de China, con lo que será la última de las dinastías imperiales chinas que están gobernando el país desde hace al menos 4.000 años. (Hace 380 años)

1523

Gustav Vasa es elegido rey de Suecia, marcando el final de la Unión de Kalmar (fusión de Noruega, Suecia y Dinamarca). La ceremonia oficial de coronación no tendrá lugar hasta el 12 de enero de 1528, en la Catedral de Uppsala. Durante su reinado hará del luteranismo la religión oficial y desarrollará la agricultura, el comercio y la industria de su país. (Hace 501 años)

1391

En Sevilla, España, y como resultado del odio antisemita de la arengas del Arcediano de Écija, don Fernando Martínez, bajo un creciente fervor religioso, que ya había estallado anteriormente en el mes de marzo promoviéndo un motín popular en el que la plebe entró en el barrio de la Judería saqueando las tiendas y maltratando a sus moradores, y en la que los alborotadores tan sólo fueron condenados a azotes, conlleva a que esta impunidad produzca, en este aciago día de junio al grito de "muerte a los judíos", un nuevo saqueo que en esta ocasión, el pueblo que ve en los judíos el origen de todos sus males (penuria socioeconómica, la peste, etc.), irrumpe violentamente en la Judería asesinando e incendiando. La turba se precipita hacia las dos puertas con las que cuenta, para impedir la huida de los hebreos. Hombres, mujeres y niños son degollados sin piedad en las calles, en sus propias casas, o en las sinagogas. La matanza se extiende todo el día y perecen asesinados cuatro mil seres humanos. Unos pocos supervivientes huirán horrorizados de Sevilla, de tal forma que el decreto de expulsión de los judíos, que dictarán los Reyes Católicos un siglo más tarde en 1492, prácticamente no tendrá repercusión en la ciudad hispalense, pues no quedarán casi judíos entre sus muros. (Hace 633 años)