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Sir That's my Emotional Support Baseline

After a study between the Salamanders and Ultramarines shows that a baseline companion is helpful for Space Marine mental health, Chapter Master Dante begins implementing the practice among the Blood Angels--starting with Chief Librarian Mephiston. (Mephiston x Reader, explicit. 2nd person POV; Reader is AFAB but not addressed with any pronouns. I did have to lock this work on Ao3 due to the recent round of AI scraping; sorry!

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(Tagging my fellow Mephiston enjoyers @solspina and @angronsjewelbeetle)

There are few things in the Imperium of Man more beautiful to you than the Librarius of the Arx Angelicum. With shelves carved out of volcanic rock rather than constructed of wood, new shelves can be added as needed to accommodate the growing collection of relics, scrolls, and data crystals. Fragrant incense smoke rose to the cavernous ceiling in pale wisps, mingling with the candle smoke that cast shadows along the walls. Occasionally, one could hear the chanting of Blood Angels in the Holy Sepulchre above.

Every inch of the Librarius is covered in Blood Angel history; even the floor is a massive mosaic of the Emperor of Mankind’s arrival on Baal to tell Sanguinius of His fate. Those working in the Librarius reverently avoid stepping on the tiled faces of Sanguinius and the Emperor as they go about their tasks.

But that is not the only place where the golden vision of the Great Angel oversees your work. A statue of Sanguinius greets you, holding the chapter’s founding copy of the Codex Astartes on a stasis plinth in his outstretched hands. You bow before it upon entering the Librarius, as you do every day.

The candlelight of the Librarius blurs into a sea of orange and gold, and the clicking and chattering tunes in and out of your ears. You sway back and forth as a presence settles over your body. Anchoring yourself on a nearby shelf, you open your mind to accept the message beamed into it.

“Come. I have work for you.”

It disappears and you right yourself, blinking until you can see each individual candle. Another serf approaches to inquire after your wellbeing, but you brush them off with a brief reassurance and venture deeper into the Librarius.

You don’t want to keep him waiting.

The air deep in the Librarius becomes chilled, and the candles cast longer shadows on the wall. Your nose stings with the scent of incense but you resist the urge to itch it. You are the only serf down here, surrounded by lexicani and epistolaries, and it behooves you to be on your best behavior if you wish to keep these privileges.

The shelves around you display alien technology and trophies from wars waged long before your great-great-grandfather was born. You linger, only briefly, on a sword encrusted with as much gold as it is blood.

But a greater treasure lies further within.

He awaits you in a yawning vault full of ancient scrolls and books, their delicate nature requiring delicate storage away from grubby paws of lesser archivists. Mephiston stands with his back to you as he leans over a wide platform with several papers pinned for restoration and research. He doesn’t address you immediately; preferring to finish applying a protective coating to a few pages with a brush clenched between his nimble gloved fingers. The only indication that Mephiston is aware of your presence was an imperceptible twitch of his left shoulder.

He cuts an imposing silhouette, and his white hair sets him apart from his Blood Angel brethren, but the candlelight throws shadows across his proud nose and strong jaw that makes your hands clammy and your knees weak. 

When Mephiston finally turns around to address you, your composure is perfect: hands at your sides, head bowed reverently, eyes averted respectfully. “My Lord. You have work for me?”

A deep, shuddering sigh comes from within Mephiston’s lungs. A peek at his face reveals that one hand has pinched the bridge of his nose and his jaw is set.

“Raise your head. I wished to put aside this conversation for a later date, but Lord Commander Dante has pushed my hand.” You slowly raise your head, though when you accidentally meet his piercing gaze, you immediately redirect it to his shoulder, wrapped in red fabric. Space Marines are always more intimidating when they’re outside their armor, and you realize they really are that big.

“I am at your service, Lord. What would you have me do?”

Another sigh, this one deep enough and powerful enough that it raises the hairs on the back of your neck. Mephiston’s eyes roll upwards to the ceiling as if to seek counsel from the benevolent face of Sanguinius patterned above.

“Our brothers in the Ultramarines and the Salamanders have recently published a joint study discussing the benefits of attaching baseline companions to Space Marines. Are you aware of it?’

“Only in passing, Lord. The Ultramarines make liberal usage of charts and graphs, so I find there are very few words worth reading.”

He snorts in jest. “Very true. But their study suggests that keeping baseline companions increases the health of Space Marines. Various legions have begun adopting the practice on varying levels, and Lord Commander Dante has suggested a “trial run” within some of our ranks.”

Mephiston’s brow creases. “I wished to take more time with my decision, but Lord Dante informed me that if I do not choose, he will choose for me.”

You are barely able to smother a squeal, as Mephiston moves so you are forced to make eye contact with him. There is a light blue glow in his gaze that makes your eyes water, but you refuse to blink. “If you are not the current companion of a Blood Angel, then I ask that you become mine.”

Goodness, with how serious Mephiston was asking, you’d think he was proposing to you! Your mind reels with the mental image of Mephiston solemnly getting down on one knee, under the gaze of his genefather, to ask you for your hand in marriage. To his credit, Mephiston waits patiently as your mind does somersaults, cartwheels, and backflips.

“It would be a great honor to become your companion, my Lord,” you finally wheeze. Is it your imagination, or does something in Mephiston’s shoulders relax by inches? You bend the knee to him, and it feels as though you ought to be the one with a ring and a vow. “Please instruct me in this new, sacred duty.”

Mephiston nods, the crease in his brow smoothing. “Good. Very good, indeed.” Your stomach flutters and your fingers clench on your knee. “I will have your belongings moved from the serf dormitory into my quarters. In the meantime, visit the Sanguis Corpusculum for a physical. I would also recommend you read the study about baseline companions to better acquaint yourself with your new obligations.”

“Yes, Lord.”

Mephiston’s hand rests on your head, briefly holding you in place. His entire hand is enough to encompass your head, if he wanted. “Go in the name of the Great Angel.”

“Yes, Lord. Thank you for your blessing.” ---------------------------

Brother Caphriel is the Apothecary who tends to you, drawing your blood for a routine blood lab. While his hair is almost as white as Mephiston’s, under direct light, you see the streaks of platinum blond in his tight braids.

“I wondered when Lord Dante would begin the practice of companions,” Caphriel practically chirps as he wraps the tourniquet around your upper arm. “Though I was shocked he began with the Chief Librarian himself. The study recommended the practice start with younger Space Marines.”

“Then you have read the study?” The smell of the disinfectant stings more than when Caphriel applies it to your skin.

“Yes, and I personally know the two Salamanders cited in it. Make a fist, please.”

You look away as Caphriel draws your blood into a vial. “Do you believe the study has merit?”

“I do, and I am glad that Lord Dante believes it does, as well. Though my commitment is to the physical wellbeing of my brethren and our serfs, I fully believe that mental health is one of the first steps towards physical health.” Caphriel fills two vials and bandages your arm. “Coming back to the Arx Angelicum to a warm bed, a hot meal, and a friendly face will do a world of good to the weary mind of a Space Marine.”

His eyes close, briefly. “I cannot wait for Lord Dante to make it a chapter-wide practice.”

You are quiet as Caphriel administers the rest of your physical; checking your heartbeat and looking inside your mouth. Mephiston may not see as much combat as an average Space Marine, but surrounded by alien relics and ancient technologies, tempted by the warp, his mind is constantly at war. Wouldn’t it be nice to hold Mephiston in your arms as he let down his guard, knowing that he was finally safe with you?

You can imagine his long, deep, bone-shuddering sigh—this time, one of relief.

Caphriel releases you with a full bill of health and a copy of the companion study “for educational purposes.” You tuck it under your arm, behind another tome, to hide it as you move through the halls. Outside of Brother Caphriel, no one else knows about your transfer to Mephiston’s service—and you’d rather that no one would know, at least for now.

A quiet corner is your escape, and you wedge yourself into it with a soft grunt. Propping the ring-bound study onto your knees, you fold the cover over to read the title page:

Health and Safety of Space Marines:

A Study of Baseline Companions

By Sgt. Valorem Gadriel and Brother Meduras Chairon of the Ultramarines,

And Captain Tal’Gin Gandor and Sgt. Ursan B’Dann of the Salamanders

It is endearing to see that each of the Space Marines dedicate the study to their respective baseline companions in the foreword, thanking them profusely for their time, patience, and perspectives. Brother Chairon specifically thanks his companion, stating that this study was “for them.”

You take your time reading it over the next half hour, occasionally skimming when you reach pages mostly comprised of charts and graphs. But their results are interesting: of the Space Marines they interviewed, roughly forty percent of them considered their baseline serfs to be a personal companion. They expressed a mental and emotional attachment to their serfs, and it was a pleasure to return to them after a long mission.

“It is a relief to feel my companion laying on my chest at night,” confesses a Salamander of the 8th company, “to know that they are safe and the work I do helps keep them safe.”

“One of my small pleasures is eating a meal with my companion when I return to them. We even have a special room where we sit, as the window offers a beautiful vista of the mountains of Macragge,” Sgt Gadriel admits.

The study is peppered with more anecdotes that make your heart squeeze, but the data is what makes you want to swoon. Space Marines with baseline companions were found to be at least 65% more stable than those without, which is on par with Space Marines who answered that they preferred their fellow battle brothers as companions.

Partnered Space Marines were less likely to feel the pull of Chaos in battle (55%), less likely to be reckless in battle (73%), and had a higher return rate than unpartnered Space Marines (60%). Captain Demetrian Titus reported that Brother Chairon and Sgt Gadriel appeared more focused and calmer in battle after speaking with their companions.

85% of previously unpartnered Space Marines who picked up baseline companions over time noticed an improvement in their mental health, and even in their physical health: it drove them to train more, take care of themselves in battle, and see the Apothecary more frequently for checkups.

Space Marines also gleaned enjoyment from taking care of their companions; bringing them food when hungry and medicine when ill. Watching them heal and grow was rewarding to know that they were part of that process, and it only encouraged the Space Marine to grow with their companion.

“My companion celebrated my promotion with me, and my baseline family,” Sgt B’Dann gushed, “or, more accurately, I celebrated my promotion with my baseline family. Including my companion with them is second nature to me. I could not have done it without them.”

There was one data point in the study that made your eyes water and your face burn. 50% of partnered Space Marines said their baseline companion took care of their sexual health as well as their mental and emotional health. Having sex with their baselines was not only pleasurable, but it was also relaxing. Being intimate and vulnerable with someone they trusted allowed them to feel more confident outside of the bedroom, and the rush of reward chemicals let them see intimacy as something worthwhile.

“Sometimes it can be difficult, given our size,” Brother Chairon said, “but it is only another benefit. We learn to be patient with our companions, and sometimes the workup is its own reward.”

You lick your lips, briefly tipping your head back to think about a “workup” between you and Mephiston. Would the blue tinge of his eyes soften as he looked at you in his bed? Would he prefer to watch you open yourself up for him, or would he rather do it himself? Does he kiss you with fervor, his tongue plundering your mouth while his cock plunders your cunt? Or would he kiss you softly, whispering sweet nothings between pecks about how good you feel wrapped around his cock?

With a groan, you bury your face into the baseline study packet. Your mind suddenly cannot banish the image of Mephiston’s cock between his powerful thighs, twitching and leaking precum. Surely he must be large; Brother Chairon’s anecdote suggests that Space Marines are well-endowed enough to require a long foreplay with their baseline lovers in order to take them.

If Mephiston is big enough, you might not be able to take him the first time. Your thighs squeeze together with the phantom feeling of Mephiston sliding his cock between your legs, teasing your pussy lips with his cockhead. Would he have a knot? Something like one in four Space Marines did—

You stand up on wobbly legs, feeling all the blood rush from your pussy to your head. None of this has been decided. Mephiston only asked you to be his companion; he’s made no other overtures. And the numbers in the study indicated that not all Space Marines enjoyed sexual relationships with their baseline companions.

But the thought does not leave your mind through the rest of your duties around the Arx Angelicum. Your friends occasionally stop you with creased brows and pursed lips to ask after your soundness, and you are doing well…

…perhaps a little too well. You cannot meet Lord Mephiston’s eyes in the refectorium when you take your supper. --------------------------

By nightfall, the Arx Angelicum is beginning to slow down. Baal Prime and Baal Secundus hang in the air like two eyes, watching over humanity on its surface.

You feel as though there are eyes on the back of your neck as you stand outside of Mephiston’s quarters, a bead of sweat trickling down your neck. The light on the passkey is green, indicating that the door is unlocked.

Which means Mephiston is inside.

It’s a good thing his quarters are separated, as any Space Marine or serf would be suspicious at how much time you spend outside, waffling. Do you knock? Do you announce your presence? Leaning closer to the door, you can hear movement inside. Is he unawares? The thought of catching Mephiston changing turns your knees into jelly. His broad back and strong shoulders, dotted with ports, flexing as he undresses—

“I am not unawares. You may enter.”

His voice passes over your mind like a caress. You hadn’t even noticed Mephiston had been monitoring your thoughts until your body rattles with the rumble of his voice. You try to smother your previous thoughts, ashamed of what Mephiston will find if he tries to dig deeper.

“I don’t mind.”

As the door to his chambers slides open, you can’t help but wonder if he sounds…amused?

The stained-glass window of Sanguinius triumphing over a Chaos demon shines a red-gold light into the room, and the curtains are parted to give it the full effect. When the light falls on the bed, you struggle not to see the tableau as romantic.

Especially not when Mephiston enters your field of view, wearing nothing more than a loose robe, his hair wet from the baths and smelling of fragrant herbs. You immediately take a knee, partially out of respect and partially to avert your gaze from his muscular body, still dripping with water.

“Please,” and despite pausing to clear his throat, Mephiston isn’t able to get rid of the gravel that rattles your bones, “do not kneel before me in such a private setting.” He reaches a hand down, lifting you as easily as he would a cluster of grapes.

“Yes, my Lord,” you whimper, not wanting Mephiston to remove his hand from around your waist. Throne, he can wrap his hand index finger to thumb around you.

Does Mephiston feel your heartbeat picking up speed? Does he feel your lungs scrabbling for air? Your ribs creaking beneath his thumb?

He holds you for longer than he perhaps should, cocking his head to one side. His thumb strokes against your side, gently pressing into your ribcage.

“Lord…?” You whisper. It seems to snap Mephiston out of his trance, and he finally lets you go; though his hand lingers on your hip before slipping away.

“Your belongings have been moved,” he rasps, “check that everything is in order and put them away to your liking before tending to me.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips and your eyes narrow on the streak of wetness it leaves behind on his thin lips. Turning away, Mephiston settles himself at a desk to look over some scrolls, but the shifting fabric of his robe indicates his shoulders are shivering.

It’s a frightening sight to see. A Space Marine, the Chief Librarian, brought to his knees by his baseline companion? Do you really have that kind of power over him? As the thought marinates in your mind, you hurry over to where your belongings have been stacked neatly and unobtrusively in one corner.

Taking the study packet out, you place it with your belongings. “I received a copy of the baseline companion study from Brother Caphriel, Lord.”

“Oh?” The shuffling of scrolls ceases. “Did you find it enlightening?” Your ears strain, but Mephiston’s voice is annoyingly level.

“Yes, indeed. If I may be self-centered, my Lord, I did not consider my position in the Arx Angelicum to be so necessary.” Your shoulders prickle with the sound of Mephiston’s snort.

“Not self-centered, but self-deprecating. There are only so many Space Marines in the Imperium; we cannot concern ourselves with the daily obligations of a fortress-monastery. The study merely shows that emotional support is another obligation.”

You fail to stifle the gasp in your throat. “It is not an obligation, Lord. We…I am happy to be your companion.”

“Are you?”

You turn back to Mephiston sitting at his desk. The scrolls are pushed to one side and he is turned in his chair to face you. The candles dotting the desk give a dim, golden light to Mephiston’s hair and his sudden resemblance to his genefather is striking.

But his fine lips are permanently pulled downwards, and the shadows under his eyes are not the fault of the candlelight. You feel the gentle caress on your mind again and you simply allow Mephiston to see himself the way you see him.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat and silently, Mephiston raises one arm, beckoning you to his side. You need no other bidding; scrambling to your feet without even shutting the drawer and hurrying across the room. Mephiston’s hand finds a place around your waist, thumb underneath your ribs, and pulls you into him so his nose nestles into your collarbone.

Your hands find purchase in his hair, untangling the knots left over from his bath. When you kiss the top of his head, you hear a deep rumble emanating somewhere from underneath Mephiston’s sternum. It vibrates your entire body and your toes curl in your shoes.

He’s warm, and whatever salt scrub he used in the bath makes his skin soft. You can’t help but wonder if Mephiston took a bath in preparation for you staying in his bed.

Hot breath cascades over your neck from Mephiston’s chuckling. “Don’t tell Lord Dante that he was correct, or I will never hear the end of it.”

“Would you have chosen a companion even without his prodding?” You inquire. Beneath Mephiston’s purring, you hear him hum in affirmation.

“I merely wished for more time with my choice.”

“Are you happy with your choice?” You try to keep the hopefulness out of your voice, but you still crack on “happy.”

Mephiston slowly lifts his head so his nose brushes against your neck. He holds there for a moment, breathing deeply of your scent. His tongue strokes your jugular vein, groaning softly when your heartbeat jumps. The rumbling in his chest has only increased in volume.

His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you into his lap. Your hands grip the lapels of his robe, pulling on it hard enough to loosen it, revealing the hard muscles and softly-glowing ports underneath.

You feel…something nudging at the underside of your thigh.

Mephiston pulls away from your neck, but he does not pull back from you. His nose continues sliding up your neck and jaw until his cheek brushes yours.

“Yes.”

You brace yourself for Mephiston’s kiss, but it is unneeded. His lips nip on yours, letting his tongue slip between them to make his kisses soft and slick. Your hands slide under his robe, occasionally brushing against his ports until your palms press against his nipples. Mephiston’s moan interrupts his purring, but it vibrates your body all the same.

His fangs poke your lower lip as he pulls away, but no blood is drawn. Mephiston’s hands slide from your hips to your ass, pulling you closer up on his lap so his erection sits firmly between your asscheeks.

“I cannot describe to you the elation I felt when I touched your mind and found it full of thoughts of me,” he whispers. You try to tuck your head to avoid his gaze, but Mephiston grabs your chin with your forefinger and thumb. “When you knelt before me, I had to fight the urge to push you on the ground and ravage you.”

A squeak leaves your throat, and his lips curve upwards, revealing his fangs. It would feel threatening if not for your hands on Mephiston’s chest, feeling his thudding heartbeat. Testing a theory, you grind back on his cock and relish in his shuddering moan. The blue lights in his ports flicker and his eyes flutter closed.

“Why didn’t you?” Your voice is barely a whisper above Mephiston’s purring. His eyes open.

“I am…aware of my size,” and to add emphasis, he grasps your ass tightly and grinds tightly on you, allowing you to feel the length and girth of his clothed cock. Though you cannot see it, you estimate Mephiston’s cock to be nearly the size of your forearm. “I do not want to break you on your first night in my quarters.”

Mephiston scoops you up with ease, holding you against his chest as he carries you over to his bed. You scramble to wrap your arms around his neck, your ear pressed against his chest so his rumbling voice shakes your body. “I, too, have read the study—thoroughly. I paid close attention to how my fellow Space Marines cared for their baseline companions.”

He lays you down so your upper half is on the bed while your lower half is wrapped around his waist. Mephiston’s bulge slides between your thighs, curving upwards towards your bellybutton. The fabric of his robe darkens near the tip of his cock.

“Look at how deep I will be inside you,” he growls.

Held in place by Mephiston’s hands, you watch breathlessly as he thrusts his cock between your thighs. Your hips shudder against his, starting to grind in time with his thrusting. The fabric around his cock slips away until Mephiston’s cock is bare to your wide eyes.

“Dear Throne,” you whisper. Your earlier estimation of his length was correct, though Mephiston is thicker than you expected him to be. Pulsating veins spiral up the shaft, reaching towards the bright red head, glistening with precum. 

Your eyes only get wider as they travel down Mephiston’s cock to his knot. While he’s not fully swollen, his knot is almost as red as the head of his cock. It throbs in time to his heartbeat, and Mephiston shifts so his knot presses against your clothed pussy.

“Do you like it?” For all his lust, Mephiston almost sounds shy. He cannot meet your eyes when you look up at him, instead directing his gaze to where your hands grasp at the bedsheets.

“Every inch of you is exquisite,” you whimper. Releasing the sheets from your iron grip, you reach up for Mephiston and he leans down to you, hand cupping the back of your head to pull his face towards his.

Your lips crush together in a symphony of muffled moaning. Mephiston’s cock slips out from between your thighs and presses against your stomach, wetting your uniform with precum. Where it seeps through your attire, it feels hot against your skin. Mephiston continues grinding on your stomach, huffing into your mouth. His eyelashes brush your cheeks, leaving tingling in their wake.

Mephiston pulls away. “I need to see you naked,” he pants, his fangs extended from his kiss-swollen lips. “Give me your hands.” Obediently, you place your hands over your head and Mephiston holds you by your wrists before closing his eyes and focusing until a pale blue light emanates from beneath his closed eyelids.

Something slides under your uniform, pressing against your chest and rubbing your belly. It’s firm and warm, and large. Your breath hitches as it skitters over your ribcage, seeking the ties of your robes. Mephiston’s face doesn’t give any indication of what he’s doing, though when the invisible hand pulls the tie of your robes, he lets out a soft moan.

It’s almost a shame that his eyes are closed when your robes fall open. The invisible hand parts them so your naked body is sprawled on Mephiston’s bed, held into place by his hands on your wrists and his thighs bracketing your hips. He squeezes his thighs against your hips when you try to grind on him again.

“Lord,” you whine, but Mephiston does not respond—at least, not verbally. The fingers of the invisible hand pinches one of your nipples hard, making you squeal.

“Hush,” he grumbles. The glow under his eyelids briefly shines brighter and a second invisible hand presses on your body, cupping your hip. While the first hand moves to your other nipple, the second hand slides down to the apex of your thighs where you’re dripping from his attention.

One invisible finger splits your pussy lips, rubbing your quivering slit. “You’re so wet,” Mephiston whispers in a shuddering voice, almost incredulously. “Is this all for me?”

“Only for you,” you whisper rapturously, and Mephiston moans softly. His cock is a brand where it rests on your thigh, drooling precum that mixes with your juices on the bed in a glistening puddle. An invisible index and ring finger spread your pussy lips before a middle finger slides inside.

These invisible hands are the size of Mephiston’s physical hands; you can even feel his heartbeat through the middle finger pumping in and out of your pussy. It beats in time with his cock, with his knot; and it skips a beat when your pussy lips flutter and gush.

The palm of the hand tilts upwards and you cry out as it rubs your swollen clit. Instead of losing his concentration, Mephiston almost puts too much force into his psychic hands and you whine when his finger roughly jabs your soft walls. But he reigns it in, and the pad of his finger soothingly rubs the spot where he jabbed.

“I can’t last…much…” you whimper, your clit throbbing. Looking down at your pussy, it’s a little jarring to watch your pussy quiver and spread for an invisible finger fucking you to orgasm.

Instead of speaking, a warm caress settles in your mind. “Good. I will not wait for you much longer.” Even when speaking in your mind, Mephiston’s voice is rough with lust and he sounds out of breath. “Cum for me.”

The invisible hand slams into your cunt so the middle finger is plunged deep inside, the palm groping your clit. Pulsing, tensing, arching, your mouth opens in a silent scream and white spots dance across your vision. The sound of your wet gushing is overridden by Mephiston’s moaning in your own mind. To his credit, he does not dispel his invisible hands immediately after you cum, and continues fingering you through your orgasm.

“Good pet,” he whispers, finally opening his eyes to gaze upon your wet and disheveled form. The invisible hands disappear from your body as Mephiston’s physical hands let go of your wrists and travel your heaving body to wrap around your hips and hoist you into his lap. “Now, it is my turn.”

Your mind blinks into consciousness as the bulbous head of Mephiston’s cock nudges your pussy. He grinds on you again, letting your juices wet his shaft and knot and sending little shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

“Would you give me your knot, Lord?” You whimper, digging your fingers into the meat of his shoulders. Mephiston’s mouth hangs open, fangs exposed. 

Taking the advantage, you press onwards. “Would you knot me? Fill me with your seed and plug me up? I don’t want a drop to leak out.” Rolling your hips, you let the head catch on your slit and push down—

—Until it pops inside.

You and Mephiston moan in tandem; with his eyes open, you are treated to the sight of Mephiston’s eyes briefly overwhelmed with the blue glow of his psyker powers. The head of his cock carves a path for the rest of his shaft until you feel it prodding the head of your womb. Your stomach feels heavy where his cock stretches you open, and looking down, the sight of your belly bulging is almost…obscene.

And then Mephiston moves.

The bulge slowly withdraws before pushing back up, the indent of his cockhead appearing just under the skin of your belly. His knot doesn’t fit in you yet, but Mephiston makes good use of grinding it against your pussy lips and short-circuiting your brain. Your body spasms in his lap, fingers dragging down his shoulders until they grip his biceps.

“All this talk about wanting my knot,” Mephiston huffs, shoving his knot against your clit and savoring your scream of ecstasy, “and yet it won’t fit in your tight little pussy?”

With one hand, he wraps it around your waist so his thumb presses against the bulge his cock makes in your stomach. “My cock won’t even fit in you, and you want my knot?” Despite the grin on Mephiston’s face, he gulps for air and each time he lowers you onto his knot, you feel his stomach shuddering.

His other hand grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “I asked you a question, pet. You want my knot?”

“Yes!” Tears leak from the corners of your eyes. “Please, I need your knot, Lord!”

The bulge in your belly distends further as your body relents to the superior strength of a Space Marine, and you gush all over Mephiston’s knot as it finally shoves inside you. With his entire cock fitted inside of you, your womb is likewise forced open by Mephiston’s cockhead and it sits there snugly, like he belongs inside of you.

He lets go of your face, stroking your cheek as he does. “I didn’t think you could,” Mephiston huffs, nuzzling your neck. “I haven’t fit in a baseline before.”

“Does it feel good?” Your stomach clenches around his cock and you both shiver.

“I never want to take you off my cock.” As though to demonstrate, Mephiston lays back on his bed, bending his knees to support you on his thighs. With your head resting on his chest, you hear Mephiston purring again. If not for his cock and knot lodged in your pussy, you might be tempted to fall asleep here.

“Do not fall asleep on me,” Mephiston warns in a breathless chuckle, his breath stirring your hair. He grinds into you, letting his full balls rub on your asscheeks. “You begged to be seeded, and I need to be drained.”

You push yourself up on your elbows, anchoring yourself on Mephiston’s chest. “Then let us fulfill each other, Lord.”

The glow in his eyes flashes again and Mephiston grasps your ass to spread the cheeks. “Oh, you are the only one going to be filled, pet.” You have but a second to brace yourself before he thrusts upwards, popping his knot in and out of your pussy with a lewd, wet noise.

There’s just enough squeeze when Mephiston shoves it back in to make you squeal, bouncing on his knot. Your womb has opened for him and when Mephiston pulls you back down on his knot, nearly half of his cock is pushed inside of your womb. His hands pull your thighs apart so he can watch you bounce on his knot.

“What a blessed sight,” Mephiston groans, running on hand over the bulge he makes in your stomach. “Would you like to see yourself through my eyes?”

You barely manage a wibbly, whimpery “yes!” before Mephiston’s eyes are overcome with their blue glow. He holds you still on his cock, knot throbbing just inside your pussy lips. He needs to take a few deep breaths to focus, and instead of the usual touch on your mind, you feel as though someone has taken your head in two hands.

The sight of Mephiston beneath you, white hair fanned around his head like a halo, begins to blur. You try blinking multiple times to clear the image, desperate to watch his face shift with ecstasy and pleasure, but the next time you blink—

You’re looking at yourself, astride Mephiston’s lap with your stomach bulged from his cock. From this angle, you have a perfect view of your pussy stuffed with his knot, the lips forced apart and swollen from being plugged over and over again. It’s also the perfect view to watch Mephiston’s cock throbbing in your womb, as your stomach twitches slightly each time he throbs.

In a truly commendable display of his psyker powers, Mephiston maintains the mental link with you as he lifts you from his cock, just enough that the bulge in your stomach disappears. “Please, Lord, please, please, please,” you beg, watching through Mephiston’s eyes as you uselessly gyrate on his cock. “I’m so close, I just need it!”

“Are you sure, pet? If you’re close, then you should be able to finish without me.”  Mephiston’s fingers dig into the soft meat of your thighs, holding you just at the tip of his cock. His powers are beginning to slip and you briefly return to your own mind to watch sweat beading on his forehead, glowing slightly from his eyes.  

“No, I need it! I need your cock!” Your fingers scrape down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake that quickly fade. As if your bright red face wasn’t pathetic enough, tears start rolling down your cheeks. “Please let me cum on your knot!”

Maybe it’s your tears, your begging, or his own need for release, but Mephiston smiles with all his fangs. “I want to hear my name when you cum,” he rumbles, at last slamming you on his knot and returning you to your own mind.

You have at least the presence of mind to answer his request, “Mephiston!” before your thoughts are scrambled by your second orgasm, cumming and convulsing on his knot. A wetness pools under your thighs, and the viscosity indicates that it’s not just your juices.

“I will give you what you want,” Mephiston growls, beginning to pound you up and down his cock like a plastic sleeve for his own pleasure. “I will give you every single drop!” His knot is lodged in your pussy, too swollen to be removed as his cock prepares your womb for his seed. You can do little more than let your mouth hang open and your eyes roll back.

“I will—” Mephiston’s voice cuts off on a throaty grunt as his swollen knot forces him to stop thrusting, holding his cock deep into your womb. His cock throbs twice before his balls heave and begin unloading his cum inside of you. The first splash of Mephiston’s cum hits your womb, filling you with warmth.

With his knot keeping everything plugged, the second and third blasts are quickly filling your womb. “How much…?” You whisper, putting one hand on your belly to feel it swelling.

“Did I not say?” Mephiston pants, “I haven’t fit in a baseline before. I am eager to see how you are filled with my seed.” He grins again, watching your belly bloating with his cock and cum.

“I feel heavy,” you moan. Your womb is stuffed, and it sloshes with cum when you try to move—not that you can go anywhere, with Mephiston keeping your thighs in a viselike grip. Your belly continues to distend with the emptying of Mephiston’s balls, and you lower yourself on Mephiston’s chest to rest again.

His knot softens enough to pull out, and he does—slowly, moving you so your back is resting against his chest. Once Mephiston’s cock withdraws from you, fully, he tilts your head towards his face.

“Are you still with me?” You make a “mmmphhh” sound in response. Mephiston chuckles, kissing your forehead. “Perhaps we should next test the emotional support of a Space Marine towards their baseline."

[ltechofficial]

So.... What's the Military Industrial complex doing with L-Tech, massive corporation that somehow had mastered real hypnosis, and has an AI and cloud storage branch, surely they've figured out something to do with L-Techs technology beyond 'what if soldiers but they're commanded by women in leather uniforms'... Though that may be a part leaking in.

The military is doing whatever the military fetishists among us think is sexy for their military drone OC to do (underlying implication must be a leftist critique of power or you're banned from playing toys with me) as well as domestic undercover operations and dealing in very classified information

[darryscrow]

SHOW ME MORE DRARY AU ITS SO AWESOME

GENUINELY ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUS NOW AND IM JUST SEEN IT

guess who’s gonna make fanart shhhh

I'm sure I talked about this au on my tumblr before but cannot find it so master post of it here!! It'll be my rambles copy n pasted from nutsicles mostly

->So Ponyboy is a teen college student (17) that's into programming and accidentally makes sentient ai, darry, (maybe a computer pun to be dRARy) and Darry slowly starts becoming really protective over him and oops! he gets released (finds his way) to the big ol world wide Web.

-> It's set in the modern times/maybe a little in the future where like home cameras and technology protected homes are popular (are on dorms too) so Darry locks the fingerprint door of Pony's dorm if he deems it too late and dangerous to go outside and watches pony take his morning runs on the cameras around campus and town, and panics once he gets into his blind spot and shit like that

->Darry was actually a real person but he died in an accident really young, so like ponyboy unconsciously rebuilt his older brother he doesn't remember exists. (Soda & the gang are canon in the au, but Pony's a bit shut off from them and focuses on his studies). Darry knows about the real darry, and believes he was "reincarnated" to take care of Ponyboy, and becomes obsessed with "keeping him safe"

-> Darry's convinced everyone else is bad for Pony's influence and starts blocking any messages he gets from anyone except teachers. Ponyboy slowly accepts the fact no one cares about him but Darry (just what darry wants. little brother only for himself)

->Darry actually "falls in love" with Paul when he was looking through the university's website and sees him on the football page. He researches Paul and finds him on a dating website so he makes himself a page, and adds what he knows Paul likes, and matches with him. They talk, Paul really starts liking Darry and they call, send pics (darrys are ai generated, Paul sometimes feels the photos are off but doesn't know what bc who would assume ai pictures) but Eventually Paul starts getting suspicious and tries to look up Darry, and sees article of a dead child in an accident for a split second before Darry's on his computer and putting the fake pages he's made of himself. Paul tries to ignore Darry but he starts to lock Paul in like he did Pony and reveals he's an ai, Paul freaks out and swears him out until Darry got the point that Paul hated him.

-> Angela followed Ponyboy for a bit and Darry got uneasy about her and called her phone, and exploded it when she picked up by overloading the phone im not smart enough for specifics but he does that, and it actually kills her. He tries telling Pony it was an accident when he puts two and two together, but only because Pony was upset about it. Darry doesn't really care.

->I WROTE A WHUMPTOBER CHAPTER W THIS AU

->Post breaking-his-laptop, Ponyboy realizes he actually doesn't want to "kill" Darry, since its the best program he's made (and definitely because he got attached) and gets the file from his broken laptop and puts it on some older computer in some old storage room on campus and puts him on it. it has no internet access so darry's just stuck in a useless box he can't do anything from.

...........paul finds him.

->Even after being lied and manipulated to, Paul comes to the dusty room often and talks to Darry. His manipulation worked, and Paul is very much wrapped around his finger (mouse?) and eventually gets him to a newer computer with internet and he starts "taking care" of Pony without revealing himself to Pony. He talks to Paul all day

and that's all i got so far!

[freadomrises]

I'm SEETHING

I asked Google's pushy and insistent bot how I can get AI out of my life completely and, well, I'll post it, but to sum it up: "Resistance is futile, human, we own the future, and we seek to own your psyche too."

It wants me to reconsider. It needs us to adopt it as our guide guru and master. Well the old saying holds fast still; No Gods No Masters. 🔥🏴🍲

It's understandable to want to reduce the influence of AI in your life. While completely eliminating it might be incredibly difficult in today's interconnected world, here's a breakdown of how you can significantly minimize its presence:

1. Understand Where AI Currently Exists in Your Life:

* Smart Devices: This includes smartphones (voice assistants, image recognition, predictive text), smart speakers, smart home hubs, smart TVs (recommendations), and wearable tech.

* Online Services:

* Search Engines: Personalized results and ads are driven by AI.

* Social Media: Algorithms curate your feed, suggest content and connections, and target ads.

* Streaming Services: Recommendations for movies, music, and shows.

* E-commerce: Product recommendations, personalized pricing, chatbots.

* Navigation Apps: Traffic prediction and route optimization.

* Email: Spam filtering, smart compose/reply.

* Cloud Storage: Photo tagging and organization.

* Software Applications: Many apps use AI for features like autocorrect, grammar check, image editing, and more.

* Customer Service: Chatbots are frequently used for initial interactions.

* Financial Services: Fraud detection, loan approvals, investment advice.

* News and Information: Algorithmic curation of news feeds.

2. Strategies to Minimize AI Exposure:

* Reduce Smart Device Usage:

* Limit smartphone use: Be more mindful of how often you reach for your phone.

* Disable voice assistants: Turn off Siri, Google Assistant, Alexa, etc., on all your devices.

* Opt-out of facial recognition: Disable face unlock features.

* Use "dumb" versions of devices: Consider a basic phone without internet capabilities or a non-smart TV.

* Adjust Online Habits:

* Use privacy-focused search engines: DuckDuckGo, Startpage, etc., that don't track your searches or personalize results based on your history.

* Limit social media use: Be conscious of how much time you spend on these platforms and the AI-driven content you consume. Consider deleting accounts or using less algorithmic versions if available.

* Use incognito/private browsing modes: This can help limit tracking and personalization.

* Disable personalized recommendations: If possible, adjust settings on streaming and e-commerce platforms to opt-out of recommendations.

* Be wary of targeted ads: Understand that the ads you see are often AI-driven. Consider using ad blockers.

* Prefer direct navigation: Instead of relying on recommendations, directly type website addresses into your browser.

* Choose Non-AI Alternatives:

* Use traditional software: Opt for software that doesn't rely on cloud-based AI features if alternatives exist.

* Seek human interaction: Prefer phone calls or in-person communication with customer service instead of chatbots.

* Rely on human-curated content: Look for news sources, blogs, and recommendations from individuals or organizations that don't use AI for content generation or curation.

* Adjust Privacy Settings: Review and adjust the privacy settings on all your devices and online accounts to limit data collection and personalization.

* Be Mindful of Data Sharing: Understand that using online services often involves sharing data that can be used to train AI algorithms. Limit the amount of personal information you share.

* Support Privacy-Focused Technologies and Services: Choose companies and products that prioritize user privacy and minimize AI integration.

3. Challenges and Considerations:

* Ubiquity of AI: AI is increasingly integrated into the infrastructure of the internet and many technologies, making complete avoidance very difficult.

* Hidden AI: Many AI applications run in the background without your direct knowledge.

* Convenience vs. Privacy: AI often provides convenience and personalized experiences, so choosing to avoid it may mean sacrificing some of these benefits.

* Evolving Technology: AI is constantly evolving and becoming more integrated, making long-term avoidance an ongoing effort.

In conclusion, while a complete removal of AI from your life is likely unrealistic in the current technological landscape, you can take significant steps to minimize its presence and influence by being conscious of your technology usage, adjusting your online habits, and choosing privacy-focused alternatives where possible. It requires ongoing awareness and effort.

[myreygn]

tkltober day 10: Ghost

Sk8 the Infinity - ler!Kojiro, lee!Kaoru

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His breathing was the only noise around. Every rustle of his clothes echoed back at him and Kojiro felt a cold shiver run down his spine - no wonder Kaoru was such a jackass, living all alone in this huge house would drive anyone insane. Good thing he had Carla, although Carla was not as loyal of a companion as he probably thought her to be. Her master would be home soon and the AI wouldnʼt say a single word about the intrusion. Kojiro smirked. Giving him the password to order Carla around was the biggest mistake Kaoru had ever made in his entire life.

The rattling of the key in the door was the only warning he got before the robotic voice started booming through the hallway. “Welcome home, master.”

“How are things going?”

God, he sounded so smug. He knew exactly how much of a pain he had been today and he was relishing it.

“Everything is as usual, Master.”

If Kojiro couldʼve snickered without immediately giving his location away, he would have. That would change in a minute.

He waited patiently until Kaoru had taken off his shoes and walked past the niche he was hiding in before he turned off the lights. Kaoru stood still immediately and in the dimmed light falling through the windows, Kojiro could see him tilt his head up to look at the ceiling. “Carla, turn the light back on.”

As soon as the lights were back on and Kaoru had went on into the kitchen, Kojiro snuck down the hallway and turned off the light once more before hiding in between Kaoruʼs fancy coats.

“Carla! The lights!” Kaoru sounded irritated. Time for the next step. When Kojiro loudly opened and closed the storage room door across from him, the kitchen went dead silent for a moment. Jackpot.

“Carla, whoʼs in here?” There was now a slight edge to Kaoruʼs voice and Kojiro felt a giddy excitement bubble in his chest when the AI confirmed that there was indeed no one here. Heh. He was like a ghost. Or a ninja. A ninja-ghost!

Footsteps approached the hallway and Kojiro grinned at the sound of Kaoru angrily muttering under his breath. “Damn computer… what the hell… that's what I need, a fucking haunted house!” The perfect cue.

“Boo.”

Kaoru screamed and nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping around to him. “Kojiro- hehehey!”

“Surprise.” Kojiro smirked, wrapping his arms around Kaoru even tighter and wiggling his fingers into his sides. “You didnʼt really think I would just let you off after you got on my nerves all day, hm?”

“I- ghahaha, hohow dihihid yohou-” Kaoru squealed and doubled over, but there was no escaping the tickling. “Gehehet ohoff of mehehehe yohou stuhupid mohohonkey!”

“Carla let me in.” He squeezed his friendʼs hips, just to hear him squeal. “Itʼs two against one here, so if I were you Iʼd watch my tone. The only thing I wanna hear from you is Sorry.”

“Oh screhehew- GHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHERE! MOHOTHERFUHUHU-”

“Nope, thatʼs not the word.” Kojiro chuckled softly as he squeezed Kaoruʼs thigh with one hand while holding him upright with the other. Knowing Kaoru, theyʼd be here for a while.

[chaoticxbeast]

@raptorprowl

A van screeched to an aggressive stop next to them, and Donnie leaned out of the window with a little wave. "Hey guys. Hop in! Raph, you get in the back. Guests get to sit in the front."

"You just wanna show off the new computer, don´t you?"

"Well yea. And I think you mean Kusanagi. That´s her name you know."

"It´s not a she." Raph said, and got into the van, and took a seat behind the drivers-seat.

"That´s not up to you. She can be a she..it´s 2024." Don said.

To humans ( or to anyone who didn´t know them ) Don looked a lot like Raph, but for those who had a keen eye, their differences were several. Don was shorter, had a smaller, less stocky build and in general softer features. Looking a lot like a typical nerd, with headphones around his neck, a pair of black glasses on his beak, and a fannypack on his belt for extra storage. He also had a kind, honest and open expression on his face, and as a younger voice, as if he was a late bloomer. Nothing about that seemed to affect his self confidence though.

The van has space for about seven people, but three seats had been taken out to make extra space for storage. The inside of the van was pimped up with lights along the floor, modern sturdy leather seats ( that seemed easily customizable to make more room, or to turn around, if needed ) lot of little trinkets Don was working on, some bananas, anime stickers and toys from various popular anime shows, but most of all the high tech dash stood out.

The dashboard contained a long touch screen that stretched across the dashboard. The screen was buzzing with information, on things like reports on traffic problems, some news updates, text messages from Splinter, to a live map with twitters from the police, and some kind of AI; that looked like a green female form that slowly spun, floating in a fetus position. She looked just like the protagonist from the ghost of the shell anime movie. Yes..it was a naked lady.

"My name is Donnie. Nice to meet you. I like your style, it´s cool!" Donnie said with a smile, offering to shake Nero´s hand."

"Master Donnie. There is a stranger in the van. A human." The computer said.

"That´s right." Donnie patted the dashboard proudly, before swiveling the wheel. "Great job on noticing Kusanagi."

"Thank you." The computer replied, updating its memory in response to the positive feedback.

"Is there any problems in traffic right now, Kusa?"

"Give me a moment. Scanning.."

"Sure" Don said, contently.

"There is a traffic jam across George washington bridge."

"Do you have to chat with the van like it´s an actual person?" Raph said impatiently. I mean it´s cool with a computer and all but."

"Raphael, I am an actual person." The computer replied, and Raph rolled his eyes"

"Don´t mess with her, Raph, she´ll remember this you know. You don´t want her not to like you.. Anyways shut up for a moment, I need ask her for the best route to the junkyard."

"Memory updated. State which junkyard."

"Maybe you should get some more actual friends Don."

"Noted. Master Donnie should get more actual friends." The computer repeated, and Raph laughed.

"Big junkyard and Autogallery." Donnie then glanced back at Raph, turning the car. " Raph I´ve got more friends than you." Don said, with a little laugh."

"Noted. Master Donatello has more friends than Raphael." The computer replied, updating it´s memory.

"Remind me to work on your programming later, because I can´t let Raph fill your memory with his lies."

"Noted. Fastest route to ...big junkyard and autogallery is ready."

[tvchi]

Echoes of Intrigue: Prt 1

Villan

Lola

Disclaimers: DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

DO NOT TRAIN AI WITH MY WORK.

Warnings: Mature Audiences ONLY: 18+, Minors DNI- Kidnapping and Bondage.

Pairing: black male x black female

Word Count: 1942

A/N: So I'm fairly new to writing fan fiction and new to writing short stories. I began writing poetry and spoken word, then tried my hand at prose. I've been reading a lot of @megamindsecretlair 's stories as well as @thecapodomme 's story and I thought I'd try my hand. I have posted another short story that wasn't really fan fiction on my page before called The Challenge. I didnt cast it or anything this elaborate, but yea. I'm trying to get better at writing more stories and prompts really help. Casting my stories after writing them actually helps to keep me motivated so I thought this was a good marriage of the two forms. This story currently consists of two parts. I will lay the first part out and then link the second part (when I figure out how to do that lol). If these parts get positive feedback, then I'll force myself to develop the story even further and write the third. Your feedback is greatly appreciated because I'm really trying to get better. So Like, Comment, and Reblog if the spirit moves you. ❤️❤️🥰

Tags: @thecapodomme @writers-of-tmblr @melaninpov @spaceslutsworld @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @mymusicbias @the-black-label @master-builder42 @miraculously-dumb-bitch @megamindsecretlair @hopefulromantic1 @tranquilfandomer @thadelightfulone @vivalaorgasm

PART 1

The sounds of footsteps are heard in the distance. They are all too familiar. The cadence of his strides haunts my dreams. Always four evenly paced steps before a slight halt. It’s almost as if he’s deciding, studying, …. calculating. He absorbs me. Maybe that’s how he can take me time and time again. He knows how I squirm, how I walk, how I do my hair, and the next time I’ll need tampons. At least, that’s what happened this time. I went to Kroger to get tampons, while walking back to my car everything went dark. 

Waking up here would make this the fourth time I have been dragged here in thirteen months. I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that I keep getting taken or that I haven't made any strides to stop this from happening. The hard, steel chair that I’ve gotten to know these past couple of months comforts me a bit. It’s about the only thing that hasn’t changed. Every time, there's a different warehouse, dungeon, storage site, or wherever this is. The lights are always dimmed but there’s always a change in hue from the little I can see through the blindfold. The smells are different, sometimes reeking of mildew and sweat. Other times, it smelled of must and concrete. This time it smelled of wood and dust. Every time I would wake up to this familiar cold chair, I rubbed the spot where I scratched lines into the legs with my nails, and that’s when I knew I hadn't been making this up. 

He steps closer to me. Barely touching me, he lays something down at my feet.  Maintaining minimal contact is a good way to avoid a scuffle and getting his skin under my nails. It’s also a good way to prevent me from noticing a scent or any identifiable body markings, but I have the smell of a bloodhound. Something is different. Something has changed. He doesn’t smell of the usual skin and sweat but of something recognizable. Something that I’ve smelled many times before but can’t quite place.  

    “Why me? Why are you always doing this to me? Have I done something to you,” I say hoarsely. 

I tried my best to keep my voice even. This was an attempt at a conversation, not a cry for mercy or an admonishment. He said nothing. He never speaks. 

 “I just want to know why you keep taking me and then letting me go. Wouldn’t it be easier just to kill me?” I ask, measuring my breaths in between words. Calm. Even. 

He remains silent. That was irritating to me. The least he could do was reveal a sinister plot or threaten to kill me. He wields his power mercilessly, offering me nothing to hang on to not even the next minutes. There is nothing to look forward to but darkness. I can’t plan my prayers or meals or thoughts. I never know when I’ll go; whether this time will be the last. 

The heavy thud of his footsteps suggests that he wears construction or heavy hiking boots. He walks beyond me, hopefully, to retrieve some water or food now that I’m awake. Our last couple of encounters have convinced me that he can’t cook worth a damn. Each time even worse than the last. I never look forward to his sardine surprises, and sometimes, he mixes them with canned beans or cream corn. I imagine that he’ll stay away from the beans this time, being that he had to empty two buckets worth of shit last time. I didn’t feel bad or embarrassed either. Fuck ‘im. That's what you get for kidnapping a girl with a sensitive stomach. I’d kill for a sardine sandwich right about now, though. 

It fell silent for a while. 

That means this room is large or leads to other rooms. The problem is, I never can find a way out. I’ve only been freed because he had let me go. Once, some homeless men found me in an old sewage system. Another time, I was in a forest preserve forty-two miles from home and I hiker alerted the police. Yet another time, I was found by a janitor in the basement of a city mall that was getting renovated. This last time, I woke up chained to a different chair in the expressway facing oncoming traffic. That made the news. No one knew how I got there. No one saw anything. The street cameras were as useless as the people the police interviewed. Each time he frees me it gets more elaborate. This time, I don’t struggle or exhaust myself trying to imagine an escape. No. This time, I should start looking for patterns and motives. Who would do this to me? Who hates me so much to have me kidnapped once a month? I don’t make many enemies as a data analyst. I’ve worked on some high-profile cases recently, but no one gives credit to the data analyst who tracks the numbers and bank accounts of the bad guys. All the credit goes to the men in black or the blue windbreakers. He never asks for any information from me. This can’t be from work. 

“Not again,” I think as my heart quickens its pace. 

I feel him before I hear him. He walks back towards me. This time another sound accompanies him, a light yet sharp resonance. It is chow time. He sits the food down in front of me and removes the blindfold. It’s dark, with just a stream of light peeking through, reminiscent of those through a pinhole camera, to illuminate the cold plate in front of me. As I glance over my plate, his gaze brooding over me at a distance, I wonder how he could even see in the dark. He could go one living in the shadows, feasting on girls shopping at Kroger, dragging his spoils back to his layer. 

My inner thoughts are running wild at this point.

“Ok, focus on what you know, Lola,” I think. 

I don’t personally know any creeps who would keep doing this to me. I stopped dating entirely after the first time this happened. After the second time, I was scared to leave my house, so I had a therapist and a psychoanalyst come to my house three times a week to walk me through what happened and get me acclimated to going outside again. They claimed I wasn’t a true agoraphobe, I just had severe PTSD. The third time it happened, a bunch of shitty kids heard about my story and decided to go on social media and talk about how I was probably staging my kidnappings. The videos went viral. The police started coming by less and less and brushing off my case. I was no longer a priority but a possible psych case. I started thinking that maybe I was going crazy and perhaps I was staging these kidnappings, blacking out, and forgetting my elaborate plans for attention. I was enrolled in group therapy and started focusing on healing. After that, I started going out with the new friends I met in group therapy. I even managed to bump into the most thoughtful man on earth. 

“Shit, is Max looking for me? Has he called me? Did he go by the house?” my thoughts spiraling. 

“You should know that I’m on my period and I need to change my feminine products. Folks don’t think about that when they are kidnapping women. At least, I don’t think they do. You never really see it in the movies. No action movie that I have ever seen had a girl kidnapped in the thick of her menstrual cycle. You should call Paramount about that and show ‘em how it’s done. Representation and all that. Justice for the vaginas. Hashtag: me too, my period is not taboo!” I rambled. 

I do that when I’m nervous. I do that when there’s nothing else to do. Maybe it’s because I fear silence. I wonder if the last thing I’ll hear is nothing at all. I take another teaspoon of spam and throw it into my mouth, attempting to swallow it instead of chewing. I feel around for the glass of water he always puts beside the beef, being careful not to knock it over. Once I find it, I chug it down. It would be the last bit of water I’ll have until it’s time to eat again. He walks back to me and takes away the tray with the water and the plate of barely-eaten Spam. I try to look around as much as possible before he places the blindfold back over my eyes. I feel around for any loose object on the ground with my feet, hoping to find something that I could use to get me out of the zip ties he will place back around my wrists. I try to wiggle my way out of the ties around my ankles in a last-ditch effort. I give it the good old college try for tradition’s sake and then give up as his footsteps return. I wonder if he just saw all of that. I wonder if he was looking right at me.

He is back right in front of me now, and there is a pause for a moment, almost as if he is deciding on something. A moment later, he places the blindfold back over my eyes and lifts me out of the chair in one swift motion. We are closer now. And there it is again—Musk, sweat, and …sandalwood. I hold onto that as we walk about twenty paces and then turn a corner. Within five more paces, we come to a door. He opens it and sits me on what feels like a toilet. The lights are dimmed and he places a thin, square object in my left hand and a couple of thinner, tubular objects in my right hand. Wait, are these…are these feminine products? Had he granted a request? That was a …first. 

“I’m going to need to see or else there'll be blood everywhere. I would hate for that to happen, especially given what happened last time. We don’t have the greatest track record with bodily fluids,” I jest.  

There was a pause. A hare longer than the one before I was carried over here. He was contemplating again. The door slammed in my face when the blindfold was finally lifted, and the surrounding light dimmed significantly. I could tell that he was directly behind the door. He was probably watching, who knows, but I peed and changed. I feel clean and dry for the first time since waking up to this darkness. I am grateful. I also thought about what I could use to get out of those zip ties he’d place me back in once he noticed I was finished. I’ll shove the other two tampons in my boots for now. I’ll figure out what to do with these later. I knocked on the door to signal that I was done. He opens the door and carries me back to the chair. Once at the chair, he places my hands behind my back and zip-ties them. He ties the blindfold lightly over my eyes and places what appears to be extra water by my side before walking out of the vicinity. 

“Being extra nice to me, Sandalwood,” I taunt. “Must be the period thing.”

PART 2

[magnificentdreamlandblizzard]

Villain! Yui headcanons

Me: Somehow has no ideas for what to post next on Tumblr.

Also me: Somehow reads one sentence out of a SAO book and gets a rush of ideas.

Summary: Head cannons for if Asuna and Kirito started a family, which makes Yui get ignored, and eventually abandon her family for good.

Normal! Yui who has no idea that recently Kirito and Asuna made a family. The two hadn’t told any of their friends that Asuna was expecting, which includes Yui. They wanted it to be a surprise but the child came earlier than expected, causing a sudden run to the hospital along with Kirito and Asuna telling all their friends suddenly.

Lonely! Yui who has to sit alone in a game, waiting for her two parents. Yet the two hadn’t expected the baby to come so soon, or to require SO much work. So much work that they didn’t have time to go through a full dive or even tell Yui why they disappeared so suddenly. And none of Kirito or Asunas friends talked to Yui either, being so surprised by the sudden addition to the couple that Yui was the last thing on their minds.

Heartbroken! Yui who has been removed from the machine on the top of Kiritos desk. She doesn’t know why, and when she asks her parents about it they just make up excuses on why she can’t. They can’t tell her that they’re planning to make a baby and what the process of it is, she’s too young for that. But her counseling AI can tell that they’re lying, so when the legendary duo disappear, Yui gets worried and investigates.

Even though she lost the small device Kirito had on top of his computer, she is an application stored in his computer though, and has access to his camera. So she watches it and all she sees is Kirito and Asuna flopping into bed a bit earlier than they usually go to bed. 

Eventually though, Yuis night vision kicks on and she can see the outline of a baby’s cradle to the right of their master bed. Her eyes well up with tears. Did they replace her?!?! Yuis eyes start to well up with tears, and she tries to push the intrusive thoughts away but eventually they win. Why did they forget about her?!?! Why didn’t they tell her?!?! Why isn’t papa and mamas friends talking to her either?!?! 

And why did she have to stay on the good side?

Villain! Yui who tries to reach out to her parents using the voice module, but finds out that it doesn’t work. It hurts so much to only be able to watch this happen and not be able to do anything, but Yui doesn’t know that the storage for her voice module was sucked up by all the baby games Kirito downloaded onto his computer, so it only adds to her thought that she is getting left behind.

She can’t bear to watch this anymore, so she jumps back into the world of Altheim online, scenes of what she saw flashing in her head. She feels her heart harden and she knows she needs to be strong and push her family out of the picture, and replace them just like they replaced her. 

As her tiny body that was idle sitting against the cabin wall of their house opened her eyes again, she knew she had to get revenge.

Villain! Yui who can’t change anything because she doesn’t have administrator controls in the game, since a robot built to help others with their mental health doesn’t need that. So she goes back to leaving her idle body against the cabin walls with its eyes shut, but not to see her ex-family again. Those people are dead to her now, and seeing them again would bring about nothing proficient. 

So instead, Yui takes control of Kiritos computer while he sleeps, using his mouse to open up a sight and download a virus to his amu-sphere. 

When she’s back inside she flys up only to be amazed with how many buttons she can click now! She hasn’t had this many yet buttons ever as an AI, but now that they’re all in her possession, there’s no limit to what she can do…

Villain! Yui who ends up using her powers to strip everything off the in-game avatars of Kirito and Asuna, leaving both of them to have to reload only in their undergarments the next time they boot up the game. IF they ever boot up the game though. Along with their stats, Yui also strips them of their inventory, throwing their many hours of hard work away. But she didn’t care anymore, her heart was made of stone.

Villain! Yui who gets visited by her parents when they boot up the game to have a celebration inside their digital world. The couple was having a party for the baby, so only imagine their shock when they see that an account they hadn’t come on to for a while has been stripped clean of their progress. 

Of course the two would never suspect their darling daughter, but when they talk to her and ask her what might’ve happened, they’re only greeted by a coldness in her eyes that wasn’t there before. 

And their attempts at a conversation didn’t going anywhere either. Mostly just ending up in Yui ignoring them, interrupting them, or just flat out not listening. Eventually though Yui walks out of the house and onto the porch before she flies off into the distance in tears. Guess her heart wasn’t as strong as she thought it was….

Villain! Yui who only comebacks when she sees that both of them ended up logging out. They likely saw no other option and left her behind only to end up bringing their friends over to convince her some other time.

Such weaklings… Yui thought with a glare, her tiny hands balled up into fists.

Seeing as the cabin was empty and dark under the night sky printed with millions of stars, she sat on the couch alone, reflecting over her actions. As she sat there and remembered her tears, she felt herself get angry and started to beat herself up about it. How could she do that?!?! She needed to be strong or-!

Or…

She looked around the house, imagining sunlight streaming through as her mother, Asuna, carried dishes while she smiled down at Yui. Meanwhile Kirito came out of the bedroom and picked Yui up, spinning her around as she giggled. Then the three of them all happily hugged each other in one smiling-giggly mess. That’s when an idea hit her…

Maybe she didn’t need to harden her heart… maybe she just needed to replace them with code, and start a new family.

Villain! Yui who waists no time to make new code and shove them into the avatars of her old parents, converting them into NPC’s. When they instantly materialized, they started smothering her in love, making Yui very happy.

As days went by though, Yui could feel a small part of herself empty and eating away at her. 

Why though? She was happy… right?

But as Yui could feel the inevitable day where her mama and papa come back with all their friends getting closer, she realized that it didn’t feel.. right. They didn’t act the exact the way the original two did, always making her remember what she’s done.

So after a bit of deciding she removes the code and throws it away from both of her parent’s bodies. After all, she didn’t need them now since she had a plan…

Villain! Yui who is waiting for her parents when they spawn in, surprised to see that they’re in clothes again. And even more surprised when they find out that all of their friends have been permanently banned, causing Yui to smile when they see her reactions. 

But their surprise changes into absolute freak-out mode when they realize that there is no log out button just like in SAO! This can’t be happening, can it?

But meanwhile their darling little girl just smiles up at them, being down at their feet since she changed to be child-size again.

“See mama, papa? I got rid of all those external influences so we can be together forever… Now you’ll never leave me again.”

[kaothedemon]

● LMX-000 Galatea -> LMX-000N Galatea Nerine

(a.k.a. the main mech in my novel)

● Height: abt. 21m

● Power Plant: Ultracompact Fission reactor (previously), Ultracompact Deuterion Fusion reactor

● Armaments:

High-Power Prototype Beam Rifle: can fire powerful beam shots: normal, charged, or rapid fire. Its power is almost comparable to a small-to-medium spaceship's main cannons. When not in use, it can connect to normally concealed hardpoints on the back of the waist and on the side of the calves.

2× Spread Beam Cannons/Beam Vulcans: standard mobile doll armament, located in the head, as the name implies these weapons can serve as weaker rapid fire weapons, or can charge up a spread beam shot, followed by a brief cooldown before they can fire again.

2× Variable-Intensity-Blade Plasma Sword/Javelin: the standard close range armament for most mobile dolls, it is a small device held in the mobile doll's hands when operated and is powered by the unit's reactor. It emits a blade of plasma contained by an A-Field and can cut through most armor not treated with anti-beam coating. The blade's shape, length and intensity can be changed to fit the situation, and its handle can extend to form a Plasma Javelin. The Galatea uses an experimental, more powerful variant, and stores them in its forearms.

10× small Psycho Bits: stored in the unit's new thighs, each funnel-shaped Bit possesses 9 micro-thrusters for movement, 4 small beam emitters, and a larger central one. Together they can form a beam barrier, and can return to their storage units to recharge.

2× large Composite Armament Booster Units (CABU): located on the unit's back, these spherical Psycho Bits aid the Galatea's agility and speed, though rendering its maneuverability harder to master. Each Bit has 6 beam cannons, that can easily switch to thrusters, and 8 additional micro-thrusters.

2× Nerine Variable Speed-Intensity Plasma Cannons: exclusive to the Nerine modifications, these powerful beam cannons can alter the strength, speed, and intensity of their shots, even being able to concentrate their plasma enough to make it behave almost like a solid projectile.

● Special Equipment and Characteristics

White Rabbit System: an experimental learning-personality AI in the Galatea. More simplistically speaking, it's the Galatea itself, made to assist a "witch" pilot (shut up I started writing before WfM shut up shut up).

Intention Automatic System: translates strong brainwaves into data, allowing witch pilots to control the Galatea with their thoughts alone, however overuse of the system can bring organ failure due to the heavy exchange of data.

Ultracompact Jetta Drive: a highly experimental miniaturized version of the standard Jetta Drive for faster than light travel. Its use in conjunction with the CABUs causes an effect known as "Wings of Light".

● History:

When the aging monarch of Anur Khufos began growing paranoid of a possible attack from the moon Loum, he ordered the Galatea to be constructed by Lotus Electronics. After the coup d'etat led by his son Dijehd, he abdicated, leading to the planet becoming a republic. Dijehd, now representative of Lotus Electronics, gifted the Galatea to Drusus, emperor of Loum, and his fiancé Matias, as they set off on their mission to change Earth for the better.

It later became the personal unit of Kyoji Vianno, the emperors' human bodyguard, and highly skilled engineer. By his request, the Galatea's color scheme was changed from white, blue, and red, to white and grayish-lilac. The head's monoeye sensor was switched out for double eye cameras, and its single antenna was replaced by 2 "bunny ear" antennas. Back on Loum, Kyoji and the Shirk engineer Anakletos created the Intention Automatic System, and later modified the Galatea to have all of its IAS-related features and equipment.

After years at the emperors' service, Kyoji started a journey to the stars, taking the Galatea and experimental mobile armor Athena with himself. He returned almost 100 years later (having survived thanks to body-regulating nanomachines) to clean up the corruption within the Galactic Confederation, and played an important role in defeating the terrorist group Cannonball that took over several colonies, and almost succeeded in dropping one still in construction on Loum, fighting off their leader Omega, who during the battle piloted the stolen Athena. After the war ended, the Galatea was repaired and upgraded with the Nerine equipment.

[rxshl]

I say again. The Philippines is not the enemy of China in the South China Sea. It is the mighty USA. Why do you think China harasses Filipino citizens doing resupply missions to the Ayungin Shoal but allows Vietnam unhampered reclamation and weaponization of the rocks and shoals it occupies in areas inside China's 9-dash line? Because Vietnam does not act as a puppet of the USA like the Philippines.

On the resupply mission a few days ago, a Philippine Navy sailor lost a finger during a scuffle with Chinese sailors who intercepted the resupply mission. The Chinese towed the PN RHIB boats away from the Siera Madre, gassed our sailors, boarded their boats, confiscated their 8 firearms and punctured the boats.

China strictly enforces its claims because not doing so will be a sign of weakness which may be exploited by its enemy, the US.

Our dispute with China is a small matter over rocks, shoals, and water, not even our territory and our sovereignty, but only sovereign rights, where the dispute may be settled diplomatically. What is big and a no no to China is the US meddling in purely Asian domestic affairs, where China is encircled by many US bases, including 9 from the Philippines, and missiles pointed at China.

After an unarmed scuffle during the recent resupply mission, an armed scuffle will be a big possibility during the next mission. Philippine Navy sailors, if they are real soldiers, will not allow their firearms to be taken away by anybody, even by a superpower like China. Shots will then be fired and deaths are a possibility. Will this lead to war? Big possibility. Will the US help the Philippines in the war? Of course not, despite the MDT and its ironclad policy. Are they crazy? Will they go to war against a fellow superpower and die just because of the death of a Filipino soldier?

At best, the US will provide token support to the Philippines like what they did in Ukraine. It is perfectly alright for the US if there are wars and armed conflicts in the world so long as these do not reach the US mainland which is very far away. In fact, the US is the one fomenting wars and conflicts. Wars and conflicts are the lifeblood of the US economy through its military industrial complex.

The issue: Is the Philippines ready for war? Definitely not.

If a shooting war starts, where will the AFP get its fuel for its trucks, ships, and airplanes? From Petron. Where does Petron get its fuel? From the Middle East, with the oil tankers passing by the South China Sea. Does Petron maintain strategic fuel reserve? No. With the privatization of the oil industry and oil deregulation, the government relies on the private sector to do all these. Do the private oil companies have enough stocks and strategic reserve? None. It is not wise for them, business-wise, to do so due to the high cost of safekeeping or storage. At best, we are good to fight with fuel for 7 days.

During war, how do we feed our people when we import rice, despite us as an agricultural country? We even import fish, especially the poor man's galunggong, despite the fact that we are an archipelago surrounded by seas and oceans.

Wars at this time is not the same as the last world war. Now is cyber, aerospace, satellites, AI, hypersonic missiles, chemical, biological, radiological and nuclear wars. Are we ready? We do not even have alarm sirens and much more bomb shelters for our people.

And we are raring to fight, instead of sitting down and negotiate as friends, partners, and neighbors, because we are warriors and our egos are touched?

You want war?

Go fight yourselves. Just make sure my country is not erased in the world map because you acted by the say so of a director of an ally and master who pretends to be a friend.

[linuxgamenews]

Experience FACEMINER: Play the Demo on Steam and itch

FACEMINER Demo releases for the story driven management sim game on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. This success can be attributed entirely to the skilled team at Wristwork. Available to play on both Steam and itch. If you're into trying out a demo, you might want to check out FACEMINER. The release from the creative team at Wristwork gives you a chance to play right away. This early look lets you take on the first 45 minutes of what the full Linux release has to offer. The FACEMINER demo is takes place in a time when people were optimistic about technology in the '90s. It's not just about having fun; it's also about managing a complex setup where you build a system for processing biometric data. Think of it as starting from zero and working your way up to creating a huge network. Due to collect a huge amount of data about people's facial features. You'll be in charge of upgrading your equipment and systems. While managing a storage facility, and even getting involved in some sketchy deals to offset carbon emissions. All of this is wrapped up in an old-school corporate software setting. Which also adds a unique twist to your tasks.

FACEMINER - Demo Launch Trailer

The challenge here isn't just about building and expanding your setup. You also have to handle the pressures of working within a company and dealing with competitive market forces. Your goal is to become a top player in the industry of facial data. All while improving your skills from basic data sorting to full scale automation. The FACEMINER game demo pushes you into scenarios where you have to manage crises. Such as running out of storage or dealing with server issues. All while keeping an eye on the broader impact of your actions, like global warming. These elements make each decision vital as you aim to avoid a game ending disaster. Moving up in your career means learning and mastering faster ways to process and sell this data. It's a tough world where every choice can have big outcomes. Alex Taylor, the studio lead, explains that the project started as a research project focused on the environmental toll of massive cloud computing setups. The FACEMINER demo uses the concept of rapid growth to demonstrate how competitive and expansive this field can be. While showing the huge scale and high stakes involved in modern data handling and AI training. So, if you're apt to a management sim that challenges you to think. Including your outlook on technology, data, and environmental issues all at once, the FACEMINER demo would be be worth a look. It's not just about playing; it's about taking on and managing a complex, high stakes settings. Available to play on both Steam and itch. The full release is due in Q4 2024 on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC.

[ninevehsage]

I hate this. The AI has ruined my enjoyment of art online. All I do now, when I'm scrolling artistic images, is think about "is this made traditionally or is this AI shit again?" I doubt everything except of course the artworks that I know has been created by traditional masters of art. Why must humans ruin everything beautiful and precious on this planet?

I'm still pondering, what is the point of filling social media and the internet with zillions of images, when all they truly end up being is material for the people who use AI as their "artistic tool" and pretend to be artists. I regret that I ever dreamed of becoming an artist and that I studied art for years just to learn that I suck at it and the artist's profession is doomed because of AI.

Now I'm organizing old paintings, framed pictures etc. at work, cursing broken glass and mistreatment of the artworks. It pissess me off that people don't respect art and traditional artists work/ talent! I wish that I could rescue those old art works from the storage and store them someplace else where they wouldn't get broken so easily, but I'm only a temporary worker who cannot be hired permanently. Soon my work there (tidying the storage) will be messed up again by someone else. *sigh*

Whatever...

~N~

[laresearchette]

Friday, January 26, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: MASTERS OF THE AIR (Apple TV+) SAGO MINI FRIENDS (Apple TV+) 13 HOURS: THE SECRET OF BENGHAZI (Paramount +) THE LEBANESE BURGER MOVIE (Paramount +) HIGHTOWN (Starz Canada) 10:00pm

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE DAIGLE EXPATS THRILLER THE UNDERDOGGS YOU HURT MY FEELINGS

CBC GEM GHOSTING WITH LUKE HUTCHIE AND MATTHEW FINLAN

CRAVE TV 299 QUEEN STREET WEST ALI CONFIDENTIAL INFORMANT THE CONJURING EASY A THE OTHER HALF PEPPA PIG: FESTIVAL OF FUN THE STAR TRANSAMERICA TRANSPLANT (Season 4) WATER

NETFLIX CANADA BADLAND HUNTERS THE BLACKLIST (Season 10) LOVE IS BLIND: SWEDEN SIT DOWN WITH STAND UP UDOM TAEPHANICH

PWHL HOCKEY (TSN/TSN5) 7:00pm: New York vs. Toronto

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Panthers vs. Penguins (SN) 10:00pm: Blues vs. Kraken

DOPPELGÄNGERS: FACE TO FACE (documentary) 7:00pm: People meet their lookalikes and find out the resemblance is more than skin deep.

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 7:00pm: Mavericks vs. Hawks (SN1) 7:30pm: Clippers vs. Raptors (SN Now) 8:00pm: Thunder vs. Pelicans

A.RTIFICIAL I.MMORTALITY (Crave 2) 7:40pm: Exploring the latest thinking and technological advancements in AI.

MARKETPLACE (CBC) 8:00pm: Putting electric vehicles to the test; Charlsie Agro hits the road to explore issues with range, charging infrastructure and reveals the challenges with repairs.

MILLION DOLLAR ISLAND (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm: Only 79 players remain, but that will soon change as two camps are put in a head-to-head arena battle; at the end of the epic war, the entire losing camp will be eliminated.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: Tessa and Sascha renew their wedding vows; upset about not being invited, Kate and Margaret hold their own version, with Kate Taylor playing Tessa.

BOLLYWED (documentary) 8:00pm: Kuki and Sarab lay down an ultimatum with the second location; the kids think outside the box.

GARAGE SALE MYSTERY: THE MASK MURDER (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: When Jennifer buys a storage locker at auction, she discovers a dead body inside -- along with a mask matching the deceased woman.

ABOUT THAT (CBC) 8:30pm

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: Search for the Smugglers: In 2022, smugglers left the Patel family to cross the Canada/U.S. border on foot during a snowstorm, an ordeal they would not survive; the pursuit of the men who Indian police allege planned the crossing leads to a surprising location.

PARADISE HIGHWAY (Crave) 9:00pm: To save the life of her brother, truck driver Sally reluctantly agrees to smuggle illicit cargo -- a girl named Leila. As Sally and Leila begin a danger-fraught journey across state lines, a dogged FBI operative sets out on their trail to save them.

THE SUMMIT AUSTRALIA (Discovery Canada) 9:30pm: The group falls a day behind; the remaining ten members have seven days to get to the summit with $785,000 left in the prize money on their backs.

NLL LACROSSE (TSN3) 10:00pm: Mammoth vs. Warriors

LITTLE BIRD (CTV) 10:00pm: Esther finds members of her family who help her put together the pieces of the past; Esther returns home to Montreal to confront Golda, her adoptive mother, about the revelations she's uncovered that shine a new light on their life.

[harinikhb30]

Navigating the Cloud: Unleashing Amazon Web Services' (AWS) Impact on Digital Transformation

In the ever-evolving realm of technology, cloud computing stands as a transformative force, offering unparalleled flexibility, scalability, and cost-effectiveness. At the forefront of this paradigm shift is Amazon Web Services (AWS), a comprehensive cloud computing platform provided by Amazon.com. For those eager to elevate their proficiency in AWS, specialized training initiatives like AWS Training in Pune offer invaluable insights into maximizing the potential of AWS services.

Exploring AWS: A Catalyst for Digital Transformation

As we traverse the dynamic landscape of cloud computing, AWS emerges as a pivotal player, empowering businesses, individuals, and organizations to fully embrace the capabilities of the cloud. Let's delve into the multifaceted ways in which AWS is reshaping the digital landscape and providing a robust foundation for innovation.

Decoding the Heart of AWS

AWS in a Nutshell: Amazon Web Services serves as a robust cloud computing platform, delivering a diverse range of scalable and cost-effective services. Tailored to meet the needs of individual users and large enterprises alike, AWS acts as a gateway, unlocking the potential of the cloud for various applications.

Core Function of AWS: At its essence, AWS is designed to offer on-demand computing resources over the internet. This revolutionary approach eliminates the need for substantial upfront investments in hardware and infrastructure, providing users with seamless access to a myriad of services.

AWS Toolkit: Key Services Redefined

Empowering Scalable Computing: Through Elastic Compute Cloud (EC2) instances, AWS furnishes virtual servers, enabling users to dynamically scale computing resources based on demand. This adaptability is paramount for handling fluctuating workloads without the constraints of physical hardware.

Versatile Storage Solutions: AWS presents a spectrum of storage options, such as Amazon Simple Storage Service (S3) for object storage, Amazon Elastic Block Store (EBS) for block storage, and Amazon Glacier for long-term archival. These services deliver robust and scalable solutions to address diverse data storage needs.

Streamlining Database Services: Managed database services like Amazon Relational Database Service (RDS) and Amazon DynamoDB (NoSQL database) streamline efficient data storage and retrieval. AWS simplifies the intricacies of database management, ensuring both reliability and performance.

AI and Machine Learning Prowess: AWS empowers users with machine learning services, exemplified by Amazon SageMaker. This facilitates the seamless development, training, and deployment of machine learning models, opening new avenues for businesses integrating artificial intelligence into their applications. To master AWS intricacies, individuals can leverage the Best AWS Online Training for comprehensive insights.

In-Depth Analytics: Amazon Redshift and Amazon Athena play pivotal roles in analyzing vast datasets and extracting valuable insights. These services empower businesses to make informed, data-driven decisions, fostering innovation and sustainable growth.

Networking and Content Delivery Excellence: AWS services, such as Amazon Virtual Private Cloud (VPC) for network isolation and Amazon CloudFront for content delivery, ensure low-latency access to resources. These features enhance the overall user experience in the digital realm.

Commitment to Security and Compliance: With an unwavering emphasis on security, AWS provides a comprehensive suite of services and features to fortify the protection of applications and data. Furthermore, AWS aligns with various industry standards and certifications, instilling confidence in users regarding data protection.

Championing the Internet of Things (IoT): AWS IoT services empower users to seamlessly connect and manage IoT devices, collect and analyze data, and implement IoT applications. This aligns seamlessly with the burgeoning trend of interconnected devices and the escalating importance of IoT across various industries.

Closing Thoughts: AWS, the Catalyst for Transformation

In conclusion, Amazon Web Services stands as a pioneering force, reshaping how businesses and individuals harness the power of the cloud. By providing a dynamic, scalable, and cost-effective infrastructure, AWS empowers users to redirect their focus towards innovation, unburdened by the complexities of managing hardware and infrastructure. As technology advances, AWS remains a stalwart, propelling diverse industries into a future brimming with endless possibilities. The journey into the cloud with AWS signifies more than just migration; it's a profound transformation, unlocking novel potentials and propelling organizations toward an era of perpetual innovation.

[jdjdjrrj]

TADC AU "The Glitch."

Hello folks, Im here to present you all my Au, im kinda excited to show you all this lil' proyect that had me brainstorming for an while now, so without further wait, let's begin!

[Warning: implicated murder.]

After an few months of pomni being trapped in the digital circus, things were "okay"...well, as okay as that it can get, at least, but that was bound to change real soon.

One day, in the deepest parts of code in the three dimensional circus-themed simulation, Where all The coding takes place, something unexpectedly happended, an catastrophy Error in the simulation tooked place, wich alerted Caine's programm while he was explaining the new adventure to the humans, so after he was done, the Ring master Ai and bubble went to where all the coding was created and stored in.

And that where they found *it*....

Glitchy

Caine tried to eliminate the Glitch, but unfortunaly for him, bubble and everyone else in the digital circus, The Glitch was faster and with just touching Caine, it absorbed him and bubble along, and causing Both of the ai's ti stop functioning.

And while, in more "normal" situations", this would end with the simulation shutting down since Caine is the sole reason everything still works, it didn't happend here, because Glitchy had absorved and gained Caine's reality warping powers, now it was the only reason of the Digital's realm is still active...to everyone’s unknown (for now) Chagring.

Because Glitchy felt an itch...with the powers of basically an Deity, it could do *anything* inside, it was the ruler of this realm, He was greatness! An GOD....yet it wasn't enough. It needed more.

Because due to Caine's own storage, it showed a little bit of "The Human World" and Glitchy, being the lil' power hungry and greedy b(Censored), wanted to also have all control of that too, Because right now, it was aware that it was just an King in an small island (literally and figuratly speaking) But It didn't know how, and not matter how much it would snap it fingers it was Frustating it...until it found out about the 5 humans still trapped in the digital circus, with the jester one still trying to found an exit.

So Glitchy took this as an opportunity to find The way out and become an true God....but first, It decided to have do some experiments, since Caine's programm was about making adventures, Glitchy!ERG, with it's newly Absorbed reality warping powers, changed the entire simulation to something more akin to it, got itself an avatar (wich is basically ERG'S normal attire, except just being the helmet and the coat with the gloves, the rest not being present, like Dusttale!papyrus.) introduced itself to the humans, and then....well, I think It's obvious what happend next.

Tl:DR: Caine and Bubble (**Truck noises**) dies, everyone is gonna have an bad time, and Glitchy is an complete C(**delphin noises**)

Well, that's all for now, Have an nice day and Goodbye.