#Smart Spectrum Access

[harisharticles]

AI-driven Cognitive Radio in IoT Networks for Industrial IoT

With the explosive growth of IoT devices, efficient spectrum management has become a major challenge in wireless communication. Traditional static spectrum allocation models are no longer viable due to spectrum scarcity and congestion. This has led to the evolution of AI-driven Cognitive Radio in IoT Networks, a groundbreaking approach where artificial intelligence empowers cognitive radios to make intelligent spectrum decisions in real-time. This innovation is reshaping how IoT systems function, offering improved reliability, reduced latency, and optimized bandwidth usage.

Intelligent Spectrum Sensing

At the heart of cognitive radio lies spectrum sensing, which enables devices to detect unused frequency bands. AI enhances this process by learning from real-time and historical data, allowing devices to distinguish between active and idle channels more accurately. In IoT networks, where device density can lead to frequent interference, this intelligent sensing ensures more reliable communication. AI algorithms also allow cognitive radios to predict spectrum availability, giving IoT systems the foresight to minimize disruptions and optimize data transmission.

Machine Learning for Dynamic Decision-Making

AI-driven Cognitive Radio in IoT Networks relies heavily on machine learning models such as reinforcement learning, deep learning, and neural networks. These models enable radios to adapt to their environments by learning which spectrum choices yield better performance. Over time, these intelligent systems develop context-aware policies that fine-tune frequency selection, transmission power, and even modulation techniques. This results in more agile and resilient IoT ecosystems that can thrive even in challenging spectral environments.

Enhanced Connectivity in Dense IoT Environments

With billions of connected devices expected to come online, managing spectrum dynamically is crucial. AI-driven cognitive radio systems provide real-time adaptability, which is key for ensuring consistent connectivity in dense IoT settings like smart cities or industrial IoT deployments. By rapidly reallocating spectrum and avoiding congested channels, cognitive radios can maintain the quality of service required for mission-critical applications. This technology also facilitates smoother handovers between networks, supporting mobility and seamless communication.

Energy Efficiency and Network Longevity

Power consumption is a major concern in IoT networks, especially for battery-powered devices. AI helps cognitive radios minimize energy use by optimizing spectrum access and reducing redundant transmissions. Smart scheduling and intelligent decision-making extend battery life while maintaining communication quality. Moreover, AI can dynamically balance network loads, preventing device overload and promoting equitable resource distribution. This contributes to longer-lasting, more sustainable IoT networks.

Challenges and Future Directions

Despite its promise, the integration of AI-driven Cognitive Radio in IoT Networks faces several hurdles. Issues such as data privacy, security, and algorithm transparency must be addressed. Training AI models requires vast datasets, which may not always be accessible or labeled. Additionally, real-time decision-making demands computational efficiency that not all IoT devices can support. Future developments will likely focus on lightweight AI models, federated learning, and enhanced hardware-software co-design to address these challenges and drive broader adoption.

For more info, visit https://bi-journal.com/ai-driven-cognitive-radio-iot-spectrum-future/

Conclusion

AI-driven Cognitive Radio in IoT Networks represents a paradigm shift in wireless communication, offering intelligent, adaptive, and energy-efficient spectrum management. By leveraging AI to dynamically access and allocate spectrum, IoT systems can operate more reliably in increasingly congested environments. As research and technology continue to evolve, this innovation will play a critical role in shaping the future of ubiquitous, scalable, and sustainable IoT infrastructure.

[lara-cairncross]

my personal sonadow headcanons in no particular order bc im procrastinating on writing a research paper right now and its either do this or throw myself off the roof:

Shadow is a few inches shorter than Sonic, but ONLY if he takes his shoes off. cue many years' worth of shenanigans with Shadow doing everything in his power to avoid going barefoot in Sonic's presence because he knows if Sonic finds out he'll never hear the end of it (hes right)

T4T SONADOW

Sonic was able to get top surgery, but Shadow's body healed itself too quickly for it to work on him. flash forward to when he gets his Black Doom abilities and one of his first orders of business is to fuck around with them until he's able to give HIMSELF top surgery

Sonic hates coffee beans (too bitter) and Shadow hates chili dogs (too heavy/savory). they've broken up over this enough times for Rouge to lose count

Sonic is so good at flirting with everyone EXCEPT SHADOW. HE GETS TOO FLUSTERED. HE TRIES SO HARD AND IT NEVER WORKS BUT SHADOW IS TOO DOWN BAD TO CARE

Shadow grew up on a space station, with no biological reason to eat, and no access to fresh food or a kitchen. Sonic literally raised both himself AND TAILS. Shadow is NOT the cook between the two of them please everyone keeps saying otherwise and i dont understand it you cant convince me shadow knows how to boil a pot of water PLEASE SOMEBODY AGREE WITH ME

Sonic ages. Shadow doesn't. 50 years down the line somebody asks Sonic if Shadow is his son. Shadow immediately gets payback for 50 years of short jokes.

they are both so smart and so capable and so dangerous by themselves but if you put them in the same room in any context outside of a life-or-death situation they become the two dumbest motherfuckers you've ever had the displeasure of engaging in polite conversation with

shadow bottoms what who said that

okay this one might be silly but I feel like they would both be good at chess??? like Sonic is surprisingly well-read and more observant than people give him credit for, and Shadow probably had a lot of strategy training from GUN + played games with Maria on the ARK. idk i just feel like it would be a fun way for them to challenge each other outside of just racing/combat yknow

they both wear jewelry with each others' colors :] i usually make it earrings but i think Sonic having bracelets to mirror Shadow's rings would be really cute too

autistic Shadow and ADHD Sonic yes please yes yes yes

Sonic is the most verbally affectionate and Shadow is the most physically affectionate IM RIGHT YOU CANT ARGUE WITH ME ON THIS ONE IM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN GOODBYE

they like to beat each other up a little toooooo much and its kinda toxic maybe but also theyre both having fun so like. maybe its just a love language 🫶🫶

Tails is so, SO disappointed with Sonic for his choice in men. like he actively considers holding an intervention when he finds out that Shadow and Sonic started dating

theyre both somewhere on the aromantic and asexual spectrums because uhhhhhh so am i and i can project if i want to

Sonic is a chronic yapper and Shadow is a listener BUT. HEAR ME OUT. IT STARTS TO SWAP AS THEY GET MORE COMFORTABLE WITH EACH OTHER. shadow comes out of his shell and feels more at ease talking, and sonic appreciates having someone who doesnt expect him to be at full energy/optimism 24/7 and lets him be silent when he needs to be

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Starved College Student

Dpxdc Prompt #14

There is a certain point of liminality where ectoplasm no longer becomes toxic for a human to ingest. When you become a ghost you have to survive purely off of ectoplasm.

There is a spectrum in between these two spots and the point that Jazz lands on in that spectrum is the can-safely-eat-and-survive-off-it-but-also-should-not-soley-live-off-it dot.

This becomes really great when she moves to Crime Alley for college and does not have enough money to spare for food. She get use one of her parent's gadgets (modified by Danny) to extract ambient ecto from the Gotham air and sustain off of it for however long she needs.

Which is why she keeps on refusing the free food the Red Hood gives out, and not for the reasons he seems to think.

"It's not poisoned y'know. Despite the whole anti-hero thing I don't really go around murdering civilians."

She stares at him where she assumes his eyes are underneath the helmet and deadpans, "I know."

"I know for a fact you haven't eaten anything all day. You've been out for 12 hours tutoring kids and no one has seen you take a single bite of anything."

She stares again, "I know."

"If you knew you'd be smart and take the food!"

Not if that means someone else can't get as much, she thinks. Jazz knows that Hood runs out of food all the time. There's too many people that need it and not enough to go around.

When she turns away from him she gives a sad smile and whispers, "I know."

So she goes to walk back to her crappy one bedroom apartment to drink her ecto and survive another day. She thinks about how while she knows it isn't toxic to her the taste of the ecto makes her want to gag and vomit. She thinks about the delicious smell of the food Hood had practically shoved in her hands.

She slows down a bit, but keeps on walking away.

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Jason tried his best to care for those in Crime Alley. He would make sure the working girls were payed and respected, the street kids had access to an education, the broke college students got enough to eat, and anything else he could try to do to help.

Sadly, unlike Bruce, Jason was not made of money and did not have access to infinite resources. He had built up enough of a reputation that the working girls knew to come to him if they needed him, though they rarely did anymore. He would give older students the textbooks and, if he had time, lessons they needed to keep up with their education and tutor the younger kids.

For the college students, most of them barely had enough to scrape together 1 meal a day. The soup kitchens (that weren't fronts for trafficking rings) usually prioritized younger kids. And even though everything in the Alley was dirt cheap, if you can't work full time no one will hire you.

This led to Jason giving out most of the excess food he got to the college students in the Alley, most know that he is trustworthy and to take what they can get.

What Jason can't understand is this why this red-headed, six-foot, non-gothamite is refusing food! He knows for a fact that she is going on an empty stomach most days, but still refuses a single bite.

He's surprised she hasn't keeled over yet.

Jazz Fenton is a mystery, and Jason is still a detective even without the World's Greatest by his side.

This mystery gets a lot more urgent when he one day see's the woman chugging a glass of lazarus water.

[maybeafrog-blog]

In Defense of Donnie's Gifts

I'm ngl I sorta think the shock collar was still just an odd writing decision but as far as PREMISE:

It CANNOT be a coincidence that this is the first time (and one of VERY few times) that Donnie's soft shell is referenced. Once, when Raph is hesitating to tell Donnie his gifts suck ass, and he uses the soft shell metaphor, and after that with Meat Sweats and his paprika, describing it as not just soft, but delicate. Weird, but he is a cannibal, so. (Side note, Meat Sweats never removed his battle shell? How does he know? Or did he take it off and replace it after the pound of butter? Is he using it to facilitate steaming and tenderness? Is it broken? I feel like it should have something in there that could break him out of the sausage links)

Then in that last little scene- "Forget it. You guys are great the way you are!" - we get the shot of Donnie from behind pre group hug, with his brothers facing the camera. (Idk if I'm making shit up, but I feel like this is a staple for Donnie episodes? It def happens in the Purple Game, maybe Smart Lair.) The framing draws attention to his battle shell. The battle shell even kinda matches the gifts, compared to the rest of their gear and even Donnie's tech, color coded and way more streamlined than stuff like the tech bo.

Donnie's soft shell is an innate, unchangeable part of him, a feature of his species, that he treats as a handicap. Probably MORE unchangeable than the character traits he sees as holding his brothers back, which they do sorta... not mature out of, but refine, rather, over the course of the show. Donnie's shell can't experience a character arc, but he sees it as holding him back. So he FIXES it.

The Mad Dogs don't really have a motivation for beating stuff up besides "Hero Time!!!" at this point. That's why it's so interesting how EARLY this happens, unlike with Mind Meld, he isn't trying to change his brothers to make them better at a task that he actually CARES about. Donnie in particular never gets a super intense moral compass besides stuff that threatens people he already cares about, and he doesn't have any grudges (no Purple Dragons) at this point in the series. Hero Goals are largely devices for him to hang out with his dum dum brothers. I'm not diagnosed or anything but my vibes are certainly... Spectrum-Adjacent, I definitely have trouble with literal thinking and reading people. One thing that happens sometimes is people will be using "task" as "reason to hang," and I will get a lot more fixated on completing said task than I really should, to the point of annoying people. I confuse "Successful Task Completion" with "Successful Social Interaction." It makes me come across as bossy and controlling without realizing it.

So, we got a Donnie who thinks Arbitrary Goals are essential to Hero Bonding, who has been treating his life like an mmorpg - armor upgrades, skill trees, grinding, sometimes fighting through random dungeons to hang out with his bros. He's probably even slightly better at Fighting Stuff than his brothers atp, he isn't dealing with a mystic learning curve and his special interest has been Weapons of Mild Destruction for years already. His brothers want to level up, take harder missions, he tries to get them there with his access to High Level Loot.

Of course, his brothers are all min-maxing, not trying to multiclass their purple ass out of squishy glass cannon town. So, it doesn't go well. Unfortunately, the lesson Donnie learns (besides brotherly affection) is that his brothers don't NEED fixing like he does. Mind Meld and Donnie vs. Witch Town sorta finish this arc out as best as the series can.

Where I would have liked to see this go:

A S2 Donnie's Gifts or Mind Meld style episode (Donnie tries to improve his brothers, to their dismay) where the motivator isn't goal completion, but protectiveness. We see a bit of the fear in Purple Game, a bit of the contingency planning with the escape pods in the movie. Maybe a more upfront "training montage" type scenario, a high tech robo dojo to develop their mad skills, or just a tense moment after a skin of their teeth Genius Built rescue.

The brothers confront Donnie eventually-- not just the passive conflict resolution of Donnie's Gifts. They get mad. Push Donnie to the point he's at in Turtle-Dega Nights. They get a rant about not wanting them to get hurt, of course, but also that he's already done so much to FIX himself, make sure he's not a LIABILITY, why can't they at least try to stay SAFE? The dangers are real now, and as far as Donnie knows he REALLY can't do anything about threats like the Shredder. His tech did nothing the first time. His brothers are the ones with the mystic mojo, and they don't even realize how SERIOUS things could get.

Anyway. Protective Donatello my Beloved. Let my boy go apeshit.

//I REALLY Like the 2003 episode where Leo is hurt and Donnie is fucking PISSED at Usagi. All Donnies should be allowed to enter a feral protective rage, as a treat.

//If anyone knows of any Purple Game Aftermath fics lmk. Like, going home, getting donnie out of the evil gamer chair, guilt, whatever. or just good Purple Dragons being Assholes content.

[novella-november]

Well. I have a feeling I'm about to have a million new followers. (March 31st, 2025; not an April Fool's joke, unless Nanowrimo has very poor taste and timing)

Here's a link that explains in long video format the whole entire thing in detail:

and to sum it up:

This blog was made as an Anti-Generative AI to Nanowrimo, as well as a way to actually build a friendly, low-pressure, helpful community of aspiring writers, without the hard-fast-do-it-or-die pressure brought on by nanowrimo.

There is no official "contest" -- only a community coming together to inspire each other to write, help out with motivation by setting community goals, keeping participation motivation via Trackbear.app, etc!

The most popular writing challenge is still November for most people, but I myself have also started to keep a year-round, daily writing goal of 444 via the website 4thewords, which has been an extreme help in getting me to write a little at a time.

This year has been very hectic for everyone what with the election results so I haven't been very active on tumblr (I think everyone can understand that) but I was originally planning on also having each month of the year being a different themed writing / art challenge but got a bit distracted real life.

So, what is the Novella November Challenge?

It's a fun challenge where writers come together to write 30,000 (or your own personal writing goal!) words in 30 days, sharing tips, writing advice, plot ideas, accessibility aids, and committing to having fun while explicitly fighting back against Generative AI by using our own words and disavowing the use of scraping and generating to take away the livelyhoods of artists of all spectrums, and proving everyone who insists "generative AI is an accessibility tool" wrong by committing to our creative visions and making it easier for everyone to find the tools they need to succeed by sharing tips, free programs, and finding a like-minded community to support you! 💙

There is no official website, there is no required place to show your participation, this is a community initiative that will never be monetized by predatory sponsors or dangerous moderators abusing their power.

This blog is here to inspire everyone, regardless of experience level, to write and create the story they want to tell, in their own words, while striving to remain a fun, low-pressure challenge that doesn't turn into a stressful spiral, like often happened with Nano.

Want to start writing but not sure how? Don't have money to spend on expensive writing programs? Have no fear!

LibreOffice: An always free, open-source alternative to Microsoft Word (and Microsoft's other office suits)

4Thewords: A website (both desktop and mobile web browser) that syncs your writing cross platform to the cloud, with built-in daily word goals, streak tracking, and you can fight monsters with your word count to game-ify writing!

Trackbear: A website dedicated to tracking your writing, setting custom goals, and creating leaderboards for community participation; you can join the year-long community leaderboard with the Join Code "f043cc66-6d5d-45b2-acf1-204626a727ba" and a November-limited one will release on November 1st as well.

Want to use Text to Speech to dictate your novel?

Most modern phones have a built-in option available on your keyboard settings which can be used on any writing program on your phone, and most modern PCs that allow a microphone (including headphone) connection has some kind of native dictation function, which you can find by opening your start panel and searching your computer for "Speech to text" or "voice to text".

Want to write while on the go, but don't want to / can't use the small phone keyboard to type, or speech to text?

You can, for as cheap as $40, buy a bluetooth keyboard that you can pair with your smart phone or tablet and use to write in any and all writing applications on your phone -- this allows you to write on the goal (especially using cross-platform websites or services, like 4thewords or google docs) , and the small screen can also help minimize distractions by muting notifications in your writing time.

[another-goblin]

After playing some more Unknowable Domain (and actually even reading some of it), I'm even more convinced that the dichotomy between Knowable (predictable, calculateable, giving an illusion of free will) and Unknowable (allowing for true free will, i.e., "choose your own path") Universe might have factored into why Ratio wasn't invited into the GS.

On the other hand, I kind of got the impression that, roughly speaking, the intelligence range in the game's world is not a spectrum but rather it's two discreet categories. You are either a genius or you aren't; there can't be in-between, and no matter how much you try, you will never be able to be on the same level as a genius unless you've been born special. So it's not "Ratio isn't smart enough" or "his discoveries weren't revolutionary enough," it's "he never got a chance." Which I'm not the biggest fan of, but I hope they'll elaborate on this.

That's where Ratio's "fools" as opposed to geniuses come from, with him including himself among the "fools".

Also, it seems that when the Council of Mundanites first appeaped, it was seen as a group of young rebels and contrarians, a new blood. I wonder what their role is in modern-day Guild.

Speaking of the difference between a normal scholar and a genius, research teams fought over 1/10000th of a scepter's computational power being allocated for their research as something that could make or break their work. Patavia managed to get access to thousands of scepters and still was only able to propose a theory. It took a young genius Herta to actually solve it. So the difference between the intelligence of a normal scholar and a genius isn't several times, not even a couple of orders of magnitude; it's tens of millions of times, at least. Which seems a bit hursh. It's not a divide you can breach.

BTW, I wouldn't mind having some characters who are just normal humans who achieved great power through hard work. Because many of the most powerful characters (both in-universe and in terms of gameplay) are special in some kind of way - born special, are emanators, or have received some power from an Aeon in some other way, had their bodies enhanced, had centuries to train and hone their powers, were experimented on, and so on. Which is not to say they didn't work hard, but can we please have some normal people too? 

[covenofvenus]

PROTECT YOUR NECK ! Lyonessa’s Speedy Tutorial for Sharp Shootin

Protection, Uncrossing & Curse Freezin in a Traditional Hoodoo style.

A good practitioner eventually has the good common sense to be diplomatic and avoid a witch war. Avoiding drama, means avoiding headaches. It’s easy until it isn’t. Smoothing sailing isn’t always a guarantee in this world. Stay vigilant and well prepared.

Knowing how to protect, defend, uncross and cleanse yourself is a basic but crucial part of the Hoodoo practitioners spiritual hygiene.

Now this is a quick basic tutorial, to set you straight and keep you right.

⚔️ - KEEP YOUR HEAD SHARP & CULTIVATE COMMON SENSE

Hot heads, I’m talking to you. Emotional self control can save you from the stress of unnecessary witch battles with other practitioners. Be respectful, be mindful but take no shit. Try your best to avoid witch wars with other practitioners. I’ve seen these things be drawn out for years and it’s a huge colossal drain of energy and finances, usually over something very petty. Usually the person with most financial backing and resources wins but I’ve also seen clever maneuvering outweigh more powerful players.

It’s so easy to get caught up in drama in the spiritual community and have it spiral out of control. As your developing relationships, try to avoid warring and argumentative personality types so you don’t get caught in their crossfire. Committing all of your energy to constantly defending yourself from petty attacks is a waste of your energy. Cultivate social discernment & wisdom. This is not an invitation to live fearfully but smart. This is also something that takes time and practice.

On the other side of the spectrum, as you gain experience do your best to not become mad with power & trigger happy.

Constantly throwing jinxes, hexes or curses takes it’s toll mentally, energetically & physically, in some cases it can cause serious physical health problems further down the line. Don’t develop a god-complex. Stay grounded. Now I can’t tell you where to draw the line in the sand when it comes to certain situations, because every practitioner has their own code of ethics.

I’ll use myself as an example. On my spiritual journey I’ve acquired and invested in vast amounts knowledge and other resources which have made my defensive and offensive skills pretty extensive. Some of the things, rituals, and spirits that I have access to would be overkill depending on the circumstances. Coming into a massive powerful spiritual inheritance so early was hard.

I had to learn by trial and error to be more respectful of my own power. I was an overpowered baby witch shooting lightning bolts, while burning my own hands. Learning to practice emotional regulation allowed me to hone my skills better. I had to do shadow work and confront my traumas.

Cultivating a respectful working relationship between yourself, your own power and your emotions can save your life.

⚔️ - PRACTICE GOOD OFFENSE

A good practitioner will use various methods of divination to spiritually strategize before moving to attack. Attacking blindly without any knowledge, can cause all sorts of problems, especially if you’re dealing with someone who has strong spiritual or ancestral protections or a higher rank then you, worst case scenario you’re going up against a coven.

Excellent offense means doing recon. Good Reconnaisance skills means gathering information about your target, through various means of surveillance. Gather as much information about your enemies or targets resources, spiritual force or power, protection and activities. You should approach this like a military operation. Once you’ve got enough information, then you can strategize, prepare and do divination on what your next move should be.

This isn’t always easy either, depending on the skill of your target. People can cloak, shape-shift, even have guardian or monitoring spirits or ancestors to alert them. When in doubt, always use stealth. Always make sure to cloak and protect yourself when surveilling your target. It’s the most practical form of offensive protection. I’ve seen practitioners attack folks just for doing surveillance. Don’t get caught out here lacking, put on your damn armor.

All Power is intoxicating and life altering. Without self control you can seriously injure yourself and others. Ego often makes many people in this community think they are invincible, until they get humbled, tale as old as time. Respect your powers & yourself. Cultivate self control & discipline. Resist wild impulse. Build habits that protect you in the future.

Our plant allies are crucial to our practice and connection to spirit and the earth.

ASSORTED TOOLS & HERBARIUM

🌿 Mint- protection, cleansing, mental clarity refreshing, brings vitality and a fresh start. This herb is perfect for regular cleansing or removing negative energy, hexes, evil or crossed conditions

🌿 Angelica Root - strength, protection, warding off evil, safety, creates a happy home. This incredible ally is associated with Archangel Michael and said to be blessed by him in angelic lore.

🌿 Lemon Grass - clears out negative stagnant energy, breaks blockages, rejuvenates and brings positive vitality, breaks curses, uncrossing.

🌿 King Solomon’s Root - Protection, Wisdom, Wards off All Evil & Negativity

🌿 Red Brick Dust - creates an protective energetic shield around your spiritual and physical being.

🌿 White, Black, Sea or Kosher Salt - Cleansing, Purifying, Protective

🌿Rosemary - Cleansing, Purifying, Stabilizing, Protective

🌿 Camphor - Cleansing, Purifying, Protective, Wards off Chaos, Negativity, Evil Spirits, Hex Breaking

🌿 Cayenne Pepper - Speedy, Fiery Protection, Cursing, Hexing, Jinxing

Redbrick dust, Solomon & Angelica Root can be sprinkled along your widows or the four corners of the house to create a protective house space. This same blend can be mixed with holy water, an a petition and frozen as a defensive protective ward to temporarily freeze the effects of a curse, until you can remove it. This same mix can be used in a bowl, outside the freezer as regular defensive ward from any potential threats.

Lemongrass and mint can be used to make a cleansing spiritual bath to remove jinxes, crossed conditions and break blockages, while rejuvenating your spiritual energy. Angelica Root can be added to this bath for extra protective effect.

These herbs can also be used in candle magick, mojos, poppets and more.

Traditionally our Elders used beeswax, oil lamps, bonfires or cookpits, utilizing whatever the resources available, to conduct pyromancy. Color correspondence was utilized in other ways, with herbs, scarves & many other things but can also be used with candles etc

COLOR MAGICK

🕯White & Blue - cleansing, healing, purification, innocence

🕯Purple - increased power, strength, protective, the mind, wisdom, spirit

🕯Red - increased energy, protective, offensive attacks

🕯Black - energy removal, protection, reversals, hex breaking

It’s important when practicing candle magick to practice fire safety.

Place all glass & tin candles on plates, pans, aluminum foil or fire safe surfaces to prevent damage, burn marks or wax on surfaces, like wood and linoleum.

Never leave candles unattended for long periods of time or overnight without attendance, remove nearby flammable hazards, hanging debris + keep a wick & fire extinguisher on standby.

⚔️ - PROTECTION, UNCROSSING & CURSE FREEZING TIPS

- Salt & Lemongrass, on a black candle can assist with uncrossing and cleansing yourself from negativity or hexes

- Cayenne, Angelica & Brick Dust on a black candle can create a decent protection spell.

- Cayenne, Rosemary, Mint & Angelica Root on a blue candle can assist with protected healing, quick recovery and rejuvenation especially when one is under attack, or restoring their energy.

- Holy Water, King Solomon Root & Red Brick Dust Boiled and prayed over, bottled & frozen in the refrigerator can freeze or slow down the effects of a hex or curse, without alerting the magician, it’s also an effective ward against curses and hexes.

- Bathing in Solomon Root, Rosemary & Mint regularly assists with good spiritual hygiene cultivating a protected aura and promoting spiritual health & wisdom, cleansing out negativity or gunk, purifying and stabilizing your soul.

- Solomon Root, Mint & Rosemary on a purple candle, cleanse and protect your mind from chaos psychosis & confusion, an give you protected mental clarity and inner stability. This is handy for curses, jinxes that are designed to make you go crazy.

- Four Red Bricks, with Psalms 91:3-4 written in sharpie, washed in holy water, placed in the four corners of your property creates a spiritual hedge of protection for you & your home against violence, evil and chaos.

- Rosemary Plants Potted are natural spiritual wards of protection, stability and purification and are great herbal ally, to have planted in your garden or keep in your home. You can tag lock these plant to alert you of any curses or hexes, sent your way & they will naturally filter and cleanse the energy of your space.

- A mirror washed in holy water & smoked cleansed with solomon root, angelica, mint and rosemary, can be commanded to be spiritually locked & sealed with Psalms 147: 13.

⚔️⚔️⚔️

Hopefully this speedy guide, has been ultra helpful for y’all. This is just a quick guide to wet your whistle and provide a good foundation of protective magical knowledge. As you grow in experience and power, your skill set and knowledge, about protective magic will grow even more.

Be smart. Be strategic. Don’t be a dumbass

xxx

Lyonessa Hart.

[kiththecat]

im back with more hybrid yapping SPECIFICALLY ABOUT BRANZY THIS TIME

so branzy is from enderian ancestry, said by clown- so either its visually obvious or clown just knows that about him

"your traits were a coincidence" WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? nobody else points out his ancestry, other than the convo in the library where he said that his family is normal (could've been a lie) and that he wasn't intentional. WHICH GIVES ME NOTHING

and the reasoning to how branzy knows his immunity to potions is because of a hospital test, it might not've been as visually obvious as a kid? or maybe it shows itself more with age

So, he has a resistance against potions because of enderian ancestry that CLOWN KNEW ABOUT (either by looking at him or just BEING CLOWNPIERCE), and assumed the trait was dormant (meaning its inherited, so either being able to feel effects from them are dominant and both his parents are recessive, or its a disorder that requires testing for and is probably under-researched because potions aren't that common.)

This also shows that humans dont have this gamble of resistance against potions, as it is said that specific lines of ENDERIAN ancestry are affected.

would people, at a certain age, have to take an ancestry test to see what line they come from? If they end up being Enderian, would they have to take the test as a result, or is it required for everyone? But also, Clown or Kab dont seem familiar with the test (like they understand why it exists, but seem to have not been forced to take it, along with Rek) SO NONE OF THEM COME FROM ENDERIAN ANCESTRY, SO THAT KNOCKS OUT A POTENTIAL HYBRID KIND THAT CLOWN COULD BE, OR HE COULD BE LYING SHHDVXVDNXGDJHDBD

HOLY SHIT THIS GOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED. IF THIS SOUNDS EQUALLY INSANE AS YOU FELT WITH THE ASK THEN IDK WHAT WE SHOULD DO BUT I THINK ITS FUNNY AT LEAST

"your traits were a coincidence" i imagine that branzy's most telling trait that can lead someone to conclude that he's of enderian ancestry is his eyes. purple, maybe even sliiiightly luminescent in the dark eyes are the most common feature of people/hybrids of the end. HOWEVER, the second most common thing would probably be darker features. lets say minute is also from a line of enderian ancestry. he has white eyes, but the rest of him makes it obvious. whereas with branzy it can easily be chalked up to a coincidence. again, related to the first ask, this world is full of weird oddball hybrids on a spectrum of "has purple eyes" to "is a shadow person".

now imagine that you're clown, and branzy's suddenly a target, and branzy SHOULD know that you have access to all the potions in the world because you're clownpierce. you also know by now that branzy is smart and a big opportunist. so if he HAS some odd immunity to potions, he'd probably bring it up to keep clown in the know in case he gets hurt and they try potions on him. (as we know from the narration, this option has not crossed branzy's mind even once)

which leads to what i call "me, at chapter nine, realising that i want to make some worldbuilding so i have to kind of figure out a way around it not playing much of a part in the earlier chapters" and then i come up with CAPITALISM. yes, i invented capitalism im sorry. so rek says his thing and that establishes that no one normal gets to see things from the other realms because it's hoarded by rich people.

so. again. clown had his suspicions about branzy's purple eyes but just enough doubts to never fully engage with that idea. at best, he probably just thought that it was so many generations back that his eyes were nothing but a little feature he carried from that, not a big genetic immunity.

now here's where we get a bit character focused because a lot of the confusion around it (if not because of me under developing the idea LOL) could also be explained by BRANZY'S lack of knowledge and understanding. i dont see his upgrowing as one where there was a big communication of things like that. and i also think that the low contact the average person has with other-realm things means that, in branzy's case, it's just not something that's ever been big.

as for the blood tests!!!! i imagined the simplest and simplest of things which is just. blood tests show if someone has some sort of odd relation to potions because potions can be used for big emergency cases so it's a requirement because it could posssiiiiblllyyy save a life. its not a specific test just a thing everyone can see about themselves but no one registers it because again, limited access to resources.

AND FINALLY. kab and clowns reactions to the test boils down to class differences. clown has grown up wealthy and even though he's smart as hell and probably has a strong idea of his own privilige, i do think things like that could just slip his mind. kab is on the other side of the spectrum. she's unfamiliar with it because her gaps in knowledge come from being raised without a proper guiding hand. i think hers is one of those cases where she probably didn't even go to the doctor for many years of her life. and then she met clown and he'd just give her a potion if she ever got injured or sick so. ignorance.

this is the kind of yapping session that has me scratching my head like "wait were either of us cooking?" and ive decided that we both are. again. thank you for the asks!!! i hope you dont feel bad about them because to me its just!! !!!!!!! you like my fic enough to reread it and turn a bit insane about it? thats amazing. so thank you :D

[hana-no-seiiki]

Love the smart yandere who’s manipulative but not abusive. It really breaks my heart a little bit seeing fics tag as “yandere” despite the yandere in question only being straight up abusive psychopath with little to no actually love involved.

But quick question on your Smart Yan. How would they react if reader has the uncanny ability to sense people’s fakeness but instead of being mad, the reader wants to know the real him without any acting? Reader wants to keep it real between them and actually form a semi-normal relationship with him (wether platonic or romantic is unknown for now)

The Yandere genre is a spectrum (imo it just has to be unhealthy since that’s what it means in JP) but yeah seeing the abusive ones trigger me a whole ton. I write yanderes to feel better about my trauma and somewhat see the bright side of the things that happened so I don’t get how or relate to those writers that do it 😭 but if it makes em happy and they write proper trigger warnings then I have no right to say that they should stop.

Smart! Yan would love to have an equally if not more insightful partner. You complement each-other in the way that you two have no challenge with reading people. Except you chose the path of kindness and respect while they chose mind-games and manipulation. People from the outside just don’t get how the two of you and your brains work, speaking of complicated hypotheticals to downright ‘stupid’ ones that go on for hours and hours with no sign of stopping.

I feel like in this scenario smart yan! could turn it as a challenge to see how long it’d take to let your guard down and let themselves into the deepest crevices of your mind. You’re like the mariana trench to their thalasophillia. A place yet to be discovered, something that they can lay claim to. It is an extra challenge however to do it all without a mask or façade they can disassociate with if things go wrong. And boy do they not want things to go wrong with you at all.

I feel like to them, it doesn’t matter if you like/love someone else, are dating/married. They just want full, uninhibited, and exclusive access to that wrinkly brain of yours. They don’t even see anyone else as competition because everyone else is just so easy to decipher unlike you.

It’s just sad to see you avoiding them at times or choosing another person’s presence in stead of theirs.

But they know you’ll come to them in the end.

It’s inevitable.

You don’t really think you can beat them at their own game, did you?

[theend1shere]

About this post from my RP blog (long rant about this art under the cut, pls check the trigger warnings in the tags)—

BT 528 — THE CRASH

I'm gonna rant about these drawings because they're some of my fav pieces (you can see how many times i've gone over them lmao, the pages are all weird), second only to the one of Behemo right beside the second one (which isn't done yet).

My enjoyment of the characters of the Climb One crew is a very nice spectrum:

'I love you, you'll suffer the most painful death possible', 'I don't care about enough to think of a specific way for you to die but I'll think about how you must've felt while dying' and 'I don't care about you enough to think of your death'.

You know those people who like to torture their favs? That's me, hi. I may not want to torture them physically, but I love giving them even more trauma than they already have. All in good fun, though <3

Back to the art. My biggest inspiration for this was the concept of "Knowing everything is losing everything" often mentioned by the GMs of my friend group's campaigns (if you know Ordem Paranormal/Paranormal Order, you've probably heard it). I think it would fit nicely for Levia, a character who's whole thing is that she's insanely smart and a prodigy, to be literally crushed by knowledge (thus the bookshelf). But, as she is my favorite of all time, I obviously couldn't leave it there.

Next up was the fact that I needed her to both be aware enough to notice that Luna and Held injected her and Behemo with the 'chemical that turned them into a dragon' (since we learn of it from her POV in Muzzle of Nemesis) and also have at least one part of her body accessible to be injected with said chemical, I chose to make it so the bookshelf only crushed her lower half/legs (why the legs specifically? because I have leg problems myself from an accident four years ago now and it made me think of this part of the idea).

Still, I needed a cause of death. So, for that, I decided to lean into a certain aspect of her personality: her unwillingness to accept hard realities and truths and tendency to escape reality (eg conjuring up the illusion of the clinic & research center she'd worked at and refusing to believe that it was a lie). For this, Levia would've brought a bottle of adam and marry-go-round pills into the Climb One, kinda as a 'precaution' in case her Malice decided to act up, since the solution she'd sought — Seth's advice — obviously wouldn't have worked at all even if she went through with it. She probably wouldn't have felt the need to take too many of them throughout the trip, but then, came the day of the crash.

On the day the crash happened, she would've been freaking out, and so, in a last-ditch attempt to try to ignore the harsh reality that she was about to DIE, she took the pills. Too many of them. And, in my mind at least, they'd be like sedatives, since they're made to treat violent patients and all, and, well... they did allow her to escape reality for a bit.

Until Behemo found her, and they (mostly him, really), began to try to escape (because I'm sure a ship like the Climb One had to have AT LEAST one escape pod). But the spaceship wasn't exactly stable, since, well, it was crashing, and they got separated. Which was when Levia lost balance and got crashed by the bookshelf!

And, the icing on the cake, the syringe. It's basically what I imagine Luna/Held must've used to inject the 'chemical that turns people into dragons' into Levia and Behemo's bloodstream. Since I'm a Lunlev/Levluna shipper, for an added layer of angst, I like to think Luna was the one to do it :3

(also, the whole 'chemical that turns people into dragons' thing sounded so nonsensical to me when I first heard of it [before I actually read the MoN novel] that I remember thinking that Levia must've been high during that part, so ig that can also count as an inspiration lmao)

The Black Box I added there was a later addition because I felt like that area of the drawing was too empty, but it's fun to think that Levia could've been trying to take the Type L box out of the ship due to it having all the souls of her dead colleagues and stuff, and she didn't want to really leave those to be destroyed in the crash, for whatever reason you like.

I think this is all of it. Thanks for reading all of this, I feel like I've just written an essay lmao

[thenixkat]

[id: A panel of a comic showing Victoria Kord (a white woman with curly red hair in a black and purple outfit) standing in front of a case containing several pieces of alien technology on display.

Victoria: Maybe a gamma gong? (No, too loud.) Gravity rod? (Too heavy.) Blue lantern ring? (Too optimistic.) /end id]

[id: A comic panel showing a cross-like object with a connected ring and green gem in the foreground and Blue Beetle 3 (a superhero in a black and blue bug-themed powersuit) in the background looking at it.

Beetle: What's that? Victoria (offpanel): That's an absorbascon. Weren't you in the Justice League? Anyone who touches it will think they're the reincarnation of an Egyptian pharaoh! /end id]

(Blue Beetle: Scarab War)

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Thinking about what tech the Kords have access to for a fic. (As allways wiki info should be taken with a massive grain of salt)

absorbascon- "a Thanagarian device that enables its user to telepathically read the minds and/or psychic imprint left behind on environmental placings by other sentient life forms" "

An Absorbascon is only effective against non-Thanagarians used primarily as an educational tool, it can also be used as a weapon or a tool of espionage. Hawkman and Hawkwoman used the Absorbascon to learn about Earth's cultures and languages.

A Thanagarian can also use this device to interpret the vocal patterns of lower order animals such as birds, which is how the Hawks can communicate with birds."

gamma gong- "The Gamma Gong is a powerful weapon used by Kanjar Ro against Adam Strange and the Justice League of America." "Ringing my Gamma Gong once freezes everyone in this room like statues. Ringing it twice freezes every human in this city! Ringing it a third time will freeze every human being in the world!" "Kanjar Ro was the delon (dictator) of the planet Dhor in the Antares star system. "

Gravity rod- "a small hand held device that can harness the power of the stars and convert it into energy that enables the wielder to defy the laws of gravity." "The Gravity Rod was first designed in the 1940s by scientist Ted Knight, who used it as a weapon during the years he spent as the first Starman."

Blue lantern ring- "The Blue Lantern Ring allows Blue Lanterns to be a conduit of pure hope." "The rings use Blue energy supplied by a Power Battery, which in most cases takes the form of blue light. The Blue energy of hope has an infallible connection to the universe. Hope is the most powerful of light, and thus, the universe speaks through it. A Blue Power ring is one of the most powerful weapons in the universe and has the ability to affect and use fundamental forces of the universe, including electromagnetic energies such as gravity, radiation, heat, light, and powerful blasts of concussive force. The ring can also create fields of force formed from an unknown energy that was bound by the users' will. The limitations of such use are the skill, knowledge and imagination of the user."

"Hope is the most powerful emotion in the emotional spectrum, but it cannot reach its full potential without the willpower to enact it. In order for the blue power ring to function, it needs the aura of green willpower, supplied by a Green Lantern Ring to be in proximity to it; otherwise, the ring will only allow limited flight, limited energy projection and constructs, and protection from the vacuum of space"

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Just... it bugs me that Victoria and Ted havent been carving shit for juicy bits/making stuff based on the shit. They should since they're supposedly so smart. And movie Victoria and Ted were working on Reach based tech from studying Khaji Da. So it's not impossible.

[suzukiblu]

Man for that Parasite story to be believable they need to dissect the thing and discover it had some low level telepathic abilities to explain people believing it

Well, it did have telepathic abilities in the sense it had access to Clark's brain and the full spectrum of his eidetic memory, and between that and the capacity to act and lie and adapt really well as an evolutionary adaptation . . .

Honestly I tend to see people catching on to mind control being a thing TOO easily in a lot of comics-related media, even when there's no good reason for them to be able to tell, so I kinda wanted to be more realistic and play with the inverse of that. Like, in a setting where you are frequently getting traumatized in the line of duty, a smart mind-control type or shapeshifter could VERY easily replace you and your friends and family could ABSOLUTELY instinctively justify any little changes or oddities to themselves as being a grief response or a weird mood or just a one-off. Like, even Batman is not perfect, especially when facing an opponent who knows him as well as CLARK does. Even MORE especially when he doesn't even know he's in a situation where he needs to be on his guard. Same for Lois and the whole-ass League, really. People's personalities are just so much more malleable than fiction likes to treat them as a lot of the time, so if anyone got a weird vibe off "Clark" while he was very publicly "grieving" Kon or having a perceived crisis of faith/guilt, for example . . . like, we dismiss a lot in life and only realize what was going on in retrospect, you know??

[hybridmindthoughtsreloaded]

Fluoride in the water has always been a very bad thing. People like me have spent decades speaking out about it. Isn't it funny that it isn't until a politician comes out and says so, that it's become a real issue. Trump already had four years to do something about it and did nothing. The question you should be asking is why now?

Well if you haven't figured out by now, the Government works on a "Problem, Reaction, Solution" method. They create the problem, you react to it demanding something be done about it, and the Government provides the predetermined solution that they wanted you to scream for in the first place.

One of the sustainable development goals of Agenda 2030 is access to water and water filtration. The problem of "Fluoride in the water" is being used as the Trojan Horse to enact this Agenda 2030 goal in America. It will of course be another cog in the Agenda 21 Smart City machine, just like every thing else we've seen take place since 2020.

The same group of people that were very vocal about defying the Globalist and their Agenda 21 goals here in America, are the very same people that are now consenting and screaming for those exact same Agenda 21 goals to be enacted here in America. Those very same globalist goals have now become how America will be made great again, according to them.

Little by little the America that once was is being striped away. We're in the transition period of an nation that's been torn down, as this new smart enabled globalist nation is beginning to take shape. This will only accelerate the closer we get to 2030, and those who stand in the way of this "progress" will be labeled the enemy and dealt with by the state and Government as they see fit.

The Trump administration is spearheading this globalist transition, and their MAGA cult followers will just sit on their ass, remain pacified, and let it happen. The right-wing was the side of the political spectrum that was always against this globalist society, which is why back in 2015 the takeover and destruction of the right-wing began.

Some of us tried to warn you. We screamed to the heavens and pointed out the writing on the wall, but the Propaganda from the alt-media and controlled opposition podcast blinded you from the truth, kept you asleep, kept you in line and compliant. So the question now is, what are you going to do about it? Will you remain a pawn to the globalist puppets that are destroying your Country and Constitution or will take a stand and fight for freedom and the future?

HybridMindThoughtsReloaded

[gay-panic-at-all-times]

Own OC cuz I want and can

(this is a draft btw)

I just want an intersex butch lesbian OC that is annoyingly hot without trying, is kinda known but is super introverted and a book nerd. Like, dark curls, onyx eyes with gold flecks (I see you Xaden 👀), tattoos, face card and body goals. But with scars, heart-shattering meanings behind every tattoo, flecks in eyes cuz of some psychotic training kind of messed up shit. Against all odds Sabrina Carpenter stan, loves all the Pop girlies, went to all concerts and is constantly dressed in merch.

I want her to have a tight friend group, a gay emo best friend (Nico di Angelo vibes), an ex that ran away cuz of an abusive household to add to the lore, and the ex (girl) had a twin (boy) that had a crush on OC but blames her for the ex running away.

I want her to be like a meddle (do you say it like that?like a mix) of two worlds, the human world and another mythical one. And in the mythical world everyone is parted into different "persons", and every "person" reflects a different part of their personality, and together they're their whole person, but they can survive parted and each "person" can part when they want.

And I want the OC to be called Noah García, and to be parted in 4 "persons" (let's call them spectrums). Lou Austin, Ehiru Ilyao, Ambrosius and Aurum.

Lou is a sassy, way too blunt and moody teenager with way to quick comebacks to be healthy. She's the one bossing everyone around in Noahs mind. She has green eyes and amber hair, is constantly dressed in tight tops and baggy pants, LOVES Tate McRae, Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eilish, the whole squad, has a massive celebrity crush on Sabrina Carpenter, is the lavender smoothie type bisexual and is the spectrums self-acclaimed "Influencer".

Ehiru is, opposed to Lou, very quiet, but got that observing, powerful vibe going that draws everyone to him without noticing. He gets aggravated quickly and is fast as hell, got those spidey reflexes, but is honestly a huge softie. He has smooth, pin-straight black hair that covers his forehead and nearly touches his shoulders, got dark brown eyes, is always wearing gray fitted jeans and black button-ups that show off his muscles, has tattoos winding up his forearms and is super polite and kind to basically everyone. But his face has a scar that winds up his left cheek like a web, and his neck, jaw and collarbone are covered with them too. He loves NOAHFINNCE and Damiano David, is a PJO, Magnus Chase, HoO, Kane Chronicles, ToA, Kotlc, Fourth Wing, The Inheritance Games, Powerless, The Naturals, Shatter me, Lightlark, Harry Potter and Star Wars fan (so of course he has a wattpad account and considers Ao3 his second home).

Ambrosius on the other hand is a sweet guy, that is way too overpowered. He can literally stop time, change the course of history, can fly, read minds, can do telekinesis, and has basically every superpower in history, because he is the prince of the mythical world. His mom is the mighty goddess and ruler of the mythical world and she works from her mind. Only her kids know her true form, and she creates her kids from her mind as a gift to someone extraordinary, and she does that parting a piece of her existence and forms it into a person. She created Doluat, an infinite place that exists in everyones mind, but is only open to those who want to believe in her. Doluat is the origin of all the powers Ambrosius has, and everyone with access to Doluat has those same powers, just not so trained. Ambrosius has golden eyes and silver-white hair, and looks angelic. Pale skin, perfectly straight nose, perfectly shaped mouth, perfect eyebrows, eyes, everything about him is so damn perfect it's infuriating. He knows his powers and limits and knows what buttons to push to get what he wants. But he's sweet in the kindergarten toddler kind of way, you can see that he is smart, but you know he's not even close to be grown up. He is, in fact, a genius, in human terms. He's the mythical worlds golden boy, and grew up having everything he wanted. But that didn't mean he was coddled by his father, he was a hero of the realm (thats what they call the goddess's children) after all.

Aurum is Ambrosius darker half. He is all the raw power, rage, frustration, jealousy, and hate Ambrosius ever channeled while Ambrosius himself is human zoloft. Aurum never speaks and has gray, lifeless eyes that quite literally stare into your soul. He can see all of your intentions and thoughts in a simple glance and can control your way of thinking and your whole existence, really, if he wants. He looks like the devil and an angel all at once, a bad idea wrapped in fury with a little black bow called death. He is the groups reaper and is completely untouchable. He's never really visible, you just know he's there ... because he's there. It's not that you see, hear or feel him, but his presence just makes himself known.

But back to Noah, she was created by Ambrosius cuz he was bored and found Lou and Ehiru and just made Aurum out of himself. He found Ehiru in the Infantry and just watched his life go before he decided he was worthy to be part of his project. Ehiru was in the Infantry cuz of his brother who was there too but died. He got the nickname "Taka" cuz of Scars real name and was a bodyguard after he served time at the army. That's how he met Lou, because Lou had an older brother who had "stolen" her girlfriend from her weeks before the girlfriend died in a fire, the same fire Takas boyfriend died (Takas gay, btw). Taka and Lou's brother, Nathan, were friends, but after the fire - that was at an class reunion of the Infantry, and in which Taka went back for his boyfriend, but got stopped by Nathan, who was just screaming and running and making everything more difficult, like the fucking coward and dumbass he is, and was the reason Takas boyfriend (Alex) died - Taka cut contact (AS👏HE👏SHOULD👏). But they met again when they both were bodyguards, and Lou tagged along with Nathan cuz she wanted to annoy him. And then, at a concert, Lou got into the arena and saw Taka fighting with some fans that wanted to get in without tickets, and that escalated until Lou got pissed and hit the fans with her guitar (she's also a musician btw). After that they were just chatting outside the venue, when Ambrosius appeared and basically kidnapped them. And they all created Noah and a whole backstory that I'm too lazy to write down rn.

[riteshtomar]

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[anony-man]

How the Tables Have Turned

Word Count: 3,253

Relationship: N/A

Rating and warnings: T; belly kink, forcefeeding, underlying degradation/humiliation (not explicitly so)

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“It’s top quality, way more affordable than your average batch of fuel, and made by keeping special frames like yours in mind! You, my friend, have hit the jackpot with this offer.”

As Swindle studied the curious expression of the huge aerial bot, he couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across his faceplates. He prided himself on being one of the best salesmechs to walk Cybertron, but this was a deal that had practically fallen into his lap. Not only had he managed to rope an unsuspecting individual into what he believed to be a ridiculously good offer for energon—energon, of all things, when the supply and demand were at the peak of accessibility.

It wasn’t just regular energon, though, and that was the catch. Swindle had hinted at the strange quality of this batch he’d managed to get his servos on, and while he didn’t claim to understand any of how it worked, the Decepticon at least seemed somewhat convinced. He’d never stepped out of his comfort zone like this before, and while he was new to purchasing and selling energon and other perishables, Swindle had a very good feeling about this deal in particular.

Not only had he managed to get the entire stock of thick, glossy fuel for dirt cheap, he’d also been informed of its extra special quality and benefits. It was similar to high-grade in the rich texture and flavor, he’d been told, which was one of the biggest reasons the original owner had been so desperate to get rid of it. In the middle of a war, such mechs couldn’t be responsible for keeping such indulgent rations aboard their ships. They needed to rely on the simpler, less filling resources, of course, to keep their soldiers in good shape.

Swindle wasn’t quite sure where on the combat spectrum this particular customer fell, but he didn’t care all that much. At the end of the day, what mattered most to him is that he got out nearly three times what he put in, and this time, that seemed much, much easier to manage. He hadn’t even had to bother talking up the product! It was, in of itself, top of the quality and a very smart investment.

“I understand you had some hesitations when we first spoke,” Swindle continued, standing with his frame propped against the stack of energon cubes. He kept his servos folded over his chest and regarded the larger bot with his chin held high and his optics half-closed, as if to press home the point that he was the more powerful mech in this exchange. “But as you can see, the product itself is just as I had described it.”

“True,” the Decepticon said, one servo propped against his hip while the other absentmindedly scratched at his chin. He was silent for some time before he spoke again. “In that case, I’d be happy to take it off your hands. Unless…”

Swindle fought the urge to sigh, doing his best to keep a pleasant look on his faceplates while the other mech considered his options. He’d learned from experience not to seem too keen about making a profit as big as this. A single misplaced word could make or break the deal, and he didn’t want to risk losing out on such a valuable client.

“Yes?” He pressed, leaned in as he awaited the Decepticon’s conditions.

“I’d like to see you try the stuff for yourself,” the Decepticon eventually decided. He gave a brief nod, as if satisfied with this decision, then stared at Swindle expectantly. “I won’t take money off for the lost ration. Better safe than sorry, am I right?”

Oh. Well, that was unexpected. Still, Swindle wasn’t about to let such a deal pass him by, so he merely flashed an even wider grin before turning to reach for one of the smaller cubes of energon. If he were being honest, he was almost a little nervous about how the fuel might affect a bot’s systems, but he figured a small sip of the stuff couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he was downing an entire ration in one go, after all. Besides, if anything went wrong, he’d have enough cash from the deal to treat himself to the best medical assistance Cybertron could offer three times over.

Swindle held the container to his mouth, struggling to ignore the strange look plastered across the flier’s face as he tilted his helm back and took a sip. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but the rich, sweet taste that coated his tongue and warmed his throat as it went down wasn’t at all it. He gave his a satisfied smack and smirked at the Decepticon, who was practically leaned in and staring with wide, curious optics.

“Not bad,” he said, already sealing the container and setting it back amongst the pile. “A little sweet, but that’s just a plus of buying such a rich quality product. So, what do you say? Are we good with the price, or do you have room to raise it a bit?”

The Decepticon frowned, his arms crossing over his shoulder in a similar fashion to Swindle’s earlier stance. “Who said I was satisfied?” He asked, one eyebrow raised as he watched Swindle’s grin fade. “You’ve hardly touched the stuff, mech. I’m not budging until you drink the rest of that container.”

Swindle gawked at this, his optics wide behind his visor and his mouth hanging open in the most offended look he could muster. Primus above, who did this bot take him for? Did he look like a personal test subject?

Still, Swindle thought, tearing his gaze away from the huge mech long enough to stare down at the opened container. With a bit of hesitation, he reached back and grabbed it again, then peeled the top back enough to create the smallest opening. It didn’t taste bad, of course, but… well, what if there actually was something wrong with it? There had to be a better reason behind the original owner’s insistence on getting rid the stuff besides the obvious: it was almost addictive, the creamy, warm texture and rich, sweet flavor.

“Well?” The Decepticon said, his faceplates scrunched in a mean glare as he waited. “Enough stalling. You want your shanix, don’t you?”

Swindle didn’t bother answering. He wasn’t a sparkling. They’d had a deal, after all, and regardless of the other Decepticon’s sudden requests, Swindle wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He braced his pedes into the ground, shifting his stance until he stood proud and defiant, and, with one servo propped against his hip, glared over the rim of the container as he tilted his helm back and chugged.

It was thick, it was sweet, but most importantly, it was delicious. Unlike the thin, watery energon nearly every base on Cybertron had been feeding to its soldiers, this particular batch left him feeling full—much fuller than he’d ever felt before—from a single mouthful. It resembled the flavor of the kind of alcoholic beverages you could only get at top-dollar establishments, and Swindle certainly wasn’t about to start complaining about getting a taste. At the same time, the flavor profile made it to be something he should savor, not guzzle, but given the circumstances, that wasn’t an option. There was plenty to drink, and Swindle did his best to keep a steady pace and chugged the entire ration down, his optics squeezed shut against the way his tanks gurgled and swelled to accommodate the sudden influx of fuel.

Once he’d polished off the last of it, Swindle was, strangely, both relieved and disappointed. The arms dealer sucked in a sharp breath and stifled a belch behind the back of his servo before wiping the residue energon from his mouth and glaring back up at the other mech. There was still a warm, tingling sensation that lingered in his throat, but the weird concoction of sweet and filling sat like a stone in Swindle’s already full tanks. It had only been a few seconds, but he was already starting to regret agreeing to such a ridiculous proposal.

“There,” Swindle said, his upper frame jerking with a sharp hiccup. “It’s—ghk—it’s down. I drank it. Now, the money?”

The other Decepticon made a show of crossing his arms and humming under his breath, his optics narrowed in the most unimpressed and unconvinced look Swindle had ever seen. Had he not felt so stuffed, he would’ve been tempted to wipe the sneer right off of the mech’s plates, but even in his normal state, Swindle knew he wasn’t any match for such a large bot. Sweet-but-pushy bargaining would have been just as fine, but in such a state, Swindle was afraid of opening his mouth for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Money?” The mech scoffed, “what, you think I’m finished here? You’ve hardly had your fill, runt.”

“We had a deal,” Swindle snapped, one servo held against his middle as the Con lumbered forward. “You said you’d by the stuff. Have you change your mind or something? I have a right to know whether or not I need to take my business elsewhere.”

The Decepticon was only a few feet away now, and Swindle realized how much bigger the bot was up close. The shade of shadows had helped obscure his judge of size, and now that the potential customer was up close and in person—maybe a little too close, now that he thought about it—Swindle was starting to feel a little intimidated. It was a poor move on his part, but when the Decepticon took another lurching step forward, Swindle stumbled backwards.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he should have taken Vortex’s offer for backup a little more seriously.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you around,” the Decepticon snarled, shoving Swindle back against the stack of energon with a taloned servo. “I’ve heard your name plenty of times to know exactly what your business is about, Swindle, and I’ve gotta say: I ain’t impressed.”

“S—so?” Swindle squeaked, his frame practically arched against the pile of energon containers as he struggled to get out from underneath the mech’s critical gaze. He was trapped, however, boxed in by the hulking frame and one huge servo braced against the stack of containers nearest to his helm. He did his best not to imagine that huge servo crushing his helm with ease. “Well, if—if you’re not here to barter, then… wh—what do you propose we do?”

The mech’s lips drew back in a wide, threatening smile, and Swindle’s frame shuddered with fear as the large helm bent low to hover just above his audio receptors.

“Believe it or not,” the mech breathed, his free servo trailing down to rest against the top of Swindle’s swollen middle, “but I think it’s about time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine.”

Swindle tried to speak—a few times, actually—but only short, stuttered syllables came of it. Eventually he fell silent, his optics trained on the larger Decepticon, who seemed absorbed in studying the Combaticon’s frame. After some long, uncomfortable minutes spent staring back at each other, the mech finally spoke.

“I’ll give you a deal,” he said, “a real one this time. You polish off all of this energon, and I’ll pay you double your original asking price. You gotta do it all here, though. No more tricks, got it?”

Despite his growing desire to just frag it all and count his losses, Swindle couldn’t pass up such a profitable opportunity. He wanted to, and desperately, but every time he tried to say as much, the words simply died in his throat. With a whine, Swindle clutched his belly plating with a servo and frantically nodded his helm.

“Good choice,” the Decepticon said, his grin growing wider yet. He lifted that huge servo over Swindle’s helm, and for a brief moment the trembling Combaticon was sure it was all over, but was surprised to find that the mech had just reached behind him to grab one of the nearest containers of fuel. “Whaddya waiting for? Get to drinking, scammer.”

Swindle lifted a shaky servo to accept the container, but hesitated once he’d grabbed ahold of it. He could already feel his tanks beginning to sour, already filled to the brim with his regular energon rations in addition to the sickeningly sweet fuel he’d been saddled with. He’d already fueled earlier that morning, which left very little room left in his tanks. He wasn’t even hungry when the mech had forced that first serving down his throat, and even then, the stuff was enough to get his belly churning like crazy.

A cold panic rushed through him, and for a brief moment, Swindle almost wondered what would happen if he couldn’t stomach all of it. The mech hadn’t been all that friendly about forcing him to drink it in the first place, and Swindle feared what might come up bringing it all back up again. Only time would tell, he supposed, and with a shuddering sigh, he let his optics close and tipped his helm back.

Swindle could feel the pressure behind his tanks slowly beginning to build with every gulp of fuel. Much to his disappointment, the sweet flavor and syrupy texture did little to ease the pressure of packing away so much at once, and by the time he’d managed to polish off two more containers, he was already a bloated, groaning mess. Swindle tossed aside the empty container in exchange for both servos desperately rubbing at the taut dome his belly had become, but little resulted from it. He hardly even got a chance to settle his roiling tanks before another much larger container was being pressed to his lips, and Swindle looked up from his prone position to find the Decepticon staring down at him with a nasty smile.

“Giving up already?” The mech teased, his free servo pushed Swindle’s aside as he groped and pinched the tender mesh. “Didn’t think you’d quit so soon. I’m a little disappointed.”

“Guh,” Swindle moaned, arching his back up off of the pile of energon in an attempt at relief and turning his helm away from the container, which was pressed closer with a bit more force in response to his denial. “Just—just taking a breather.”

The mech grunted in response, his smile fading. “Don’t remember saying you could,” he said, and it was enough of a warning for Swindle to continue drinking.

Four containers became five, which became six, and Swindle was disappointed to find that the process didn’t get much easier. After his seventh ration, the Combaticon took to panting openly, both servos bracing against his rapidly plumping middle as he struggled to soothe the furious gurgling that rumbled beneath the surface. His feeble attempts did little to help, as the mech was far from shy about rubbing his own servos over the mesh.

Instead of the gentle, soothing rubs Swindle had hoped for, the mech’s touch was firm, almost painful. Swindle found himself wincing and groaning in agony as thick fingers pinched and squeezed rolls of fat, leaving no layer of bloated mesh untouched. When he grew tired of the rough handling, he merely moved onto digging his fingers into the softer pouches of mesh until it resulted in Swindle emitting loud, rumbling belches that echoed down the empty halls.

So much for privacy, Swindle thought as he suppressed a burp that brought up a little more than just gas. The denial only resulted in the mech’s servos digging deeper, and Swindle’s frame jerked in a series of violent hiccups in return. He should’ve just taken the hint and done this exchange somewhere more public. Primus knows he probably wouldn’t have been subjected to such embarrassment if that had been the case.

After what felt like ages, the Decepticon held up the last container of energon, a cruel smile permanently plastered across his faceplates as he took in the pitiful sight of Swindle stretched out beneath him, moaning and groaning from the audible protest of his tanks.

“Last one,” he said, giving the container a little shake. “Think you can handle it?”

“Please,” Swindle whined, “can’t we just settle on a good price and go our separate ways?”

As expected, the mech simply shook his helm, already in the process of tearing the lid free of the container.

“Afraid not,” he said, “but I’ll go slow.”

Primus above, he was almost certain his tanks were near bursting. But truth be told, Swindle wasn’t even sure he would have wanted to give up the opportunity when he was so close to finishing. He felt as though he were only seconds away from purging, his tanks too stuffed to even gurgle, but the promised reward was too good to pass up, even if he’d be stuck nursing a bellyache from the pits of Kaon for the foreseeable future. Swindle lifted his helm, his optics squeezed shut against the pain in his gut and his lips parting in an open invitation for the mech to start pouring.

True to his word, the mech did go slow. Swindle took slow, steady sips until nearly half of the container had been polished off, but there were never any complaints or pressure from his feeder. In fact, the few times he turned his helm away to catch a breath or release another sickening burp, the Decepticon never complained. To his surprise, Swindle even received a few supportive pats to his overly stuffed middle, if only to encourage him to keep drinking.

It felt like an eternity of agony, but the mech eventually pulled away, and Swindle was relieved that the steady flow of fuel had come to an end. As the Decepticon stood to his pedes and searched his subspace for the promised reward, Swindle was quick to stroke his middle, a shaky groan escaping him at the utter pressure that had built up. He didn’t even think such levels of over-fueling could be reached, let alone overpassed.

“Is that all of it?” He asked, a burbling hiccup forcing its way up his throat following the effort it took to speak. “Are we finished?”

“Yep,” the mech said, a sack of shanix cradled in his servos. With a cruel smirk, he tossed the bag at Swindle’s pedes, just out of reach. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Swindle.”

Swindle gave an indignation huff as he struggled to sit upright, his overly stuffed belly immediately spilling out into his lap and between his thighs. As the other Decepticon transformed and flew off, leaving the sickly Combaticon to nurse his furious belly alone, Swindle eyed the bag of shanix that lay only inches from his outstretched frame. Rather than overexert himself with the effort of retrieving it an end up with a mess of purged energon that would rival that of a barrack’s bathroom after a night in the bar, Swindle sagged back against the floor and activated his comms.

“Urgh… Vortex?” He moaned into the signal, one servo pressed against his audial receptor while the other rubbing in slow, soothing circles over the swell of his belly. He suppressed another nauseating belch behind a shaky servo, if only to keep his current state a secret until his gestalt member arrived, then continued. “Think I’m gonna need that backup after all.”