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mariacallous · 2 months ago

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When the claims representative, whom I’ll call Steven, sat down at his computer around 7:15 A.M. last week, he had already been awake for an hour and a half. The morning routine for him and his family is best described as “fend for yourself,” he said. That day, he waited for his older son to shower before taking his turn; neither he nor his wife had time for breakfast. He had joined the Social Security Administration two decades ago, and came to specialize in one of its more complex and lesser-known functions: providing a form of welfare called Supplemental Security Income, or S.S.I., to people who are disabled or extremely poor. But the S.S.A. is so understaffed that Steven does a bit of everything. “My job is to be kind of like an octopus,” he said. The agency’s administrative budget had not kept up with its rising workload as more people aged into retirement. Now news outlets were reporting that President Donald Trump and Elon Musk, via Musk’s DOGE outfit, planned to fire up to half of the agency’s sixty-thousand-odd employees. (The S.S.A. later said that its goal was to lose seven thousand.) DOGE had also gained access to S.S.A. databases. “We don’t know how long we’ll be here,” Steven said. “Some people are really pissed. Others are sad and emotional. Others are making plans.” A couple days earlier, Trump had delivered a long self-congratulatory speech to Congress, in which he accused the S.S.A. of “shocking levels of incompetence and probable fraud.”

Steven lives in a Midwestern town near where he was born and raised, which means that he occasionally recognizes a relative or a family friend in a case file and has to recuse himself. Three days a week, he’s at a cubicle in a regional field office, one of twelve hundred across the U.S. The other two days, he works from home, at a plastic folding table in the corner of his bedroom. He was on the early shift. His laptop was propped up on a neon-green bin, the kind typically used to store Legos or crayons. It was flanked by two large monitors, creating a triptych. All around him were piles of kids’ clothes and books. Near his left foot was a tiny metal car; he had taped yellow notecards reading “clock,” “fan,” and “shelf” to a clock, fan, and shelf for the benefit of his youngest child, who was learning to read. Steven’s wife made drop-offs at kindergarten and day care, then came home. She has her own office setup downstairs.

The day officially started when Steven logged on to a dozen software programs. One had a blocky monochrome interface that looked like it was from the late nineties. Another was labelled “Workload Action Center,” in a light-brown, slanted font of a similar vintage. Steven kept a list of his passwords, which he had to routinely update, on a scrap of paper next to his keyboard. He scanned something called a “Tickle List” that highlighted urgent cases. His primary task was to conduct nonmedical “redetermination” interviews (code: “RZ”)—part of the S.S.A.’s process for insuring that current recipients are still eligible to receive benefits. More than seven million Americans of all ages count on S.S.I., and sixty-eight million seniors receive earned retirement payments. Social Security is the largest government program in the country and most recipients’ main source of income. It was envisioned by Frances Perkins during the Great Depression. “Redeterminations are the highest priority,” Steven said. “We should have three to five people on them at every office. Sometimes there’s only one.”

He put on a wireless headset that connected to his laptop and an online phone system. The first redetermination call was with a parent who was receiving S.S.I. on behalf of a disabled child. “Hi, this is Steven, from Social Security Administration,” he said. “I’m just calling to see if you’re able to do the redetermination appointment.” His stomach growled. The bottom-right corner of his center screen flickered with notifications. He stayed with the caller. Date of birth? Marriages? Job placements? He clicked “yes” and “no” bubbles and typed in numbers. He had much of the script memorized. “Any items held for potential value?” he asked. “Promissory notes, real property or business property, or ABLE accounts?” S.S.I. is allocated based on an applicant’s income, assets, family size, and other factors. It often takes a year, and the help of a lawyer, to get a decision. (Earlier in Steven’s career, the time frame had been three to six months.) If an application is rejected, the case can be appealed to an administrative-law judge, and the wait for those hearings is around two years.

“That was the last amount verified,” Steven continued. “Has that changed?” While waiting for the program to advance to the next screen, he glanced at e-mails on his rightmost monitor. There were more from headquarters and human resources and the employees’ union than usual. Since November, three S.S.A. commissioners or acting commissioners had come and gone: Martin O’Malley, Carolyn W. Colvin, and Michelle King. The guy in charge now was Leland Dudek, whom Trump had elevated from a middle-management role for his eagerness to help DOGE access S.S.A. files, a vast library of individual medical, housing, family, and financial records. Dudek announced plans to eliminate six out of ten regional headquarters; several directors left the agency. In an all-staff e-mail, Dudek wrote:

Criticism, contempt, stonewalling, and defensiveness are the four forces that can end any relationship and weaken any institution. . . .

Elections have consequences. . . .

Now, under President Trump, we follow established precedent: we serve at the pleasure and direction of the President. Only the Courts or Congress can intervene.

The latest e-mail from headquarters stated that, “effective today,” employees were prohibited from engaging in “Internet browsing” of “general news” or “sports” on “government-furnished equipment.”

Steven was almost done with the redetermination. Hard cases, like an overpayment that needed to be clawed back, could “make the conversation longer, vulgar.” This one was easy; the payments, of around a thousand dollars per month, would continue. “You will receive a summary statement regarding the information that we discussed,” he said. He moved on to a second call. This one, too, involved a young adult whose caretaker—in this case, a nonprofit organization—was the payee. “Hello. This is Steven from Social Security. How are you?” His cellphone buzzed. Since Trump’s reëlection, he had been in a prolific, darkly humorous group chat with fellow S.S.A. workers in the Midwest. He referred to them as his sisters and brothers. The incoming message was a link to a news story about the imminent closure of S.S.A. field offices in the area. One man in the chat, who voted Republican but had grown skeptical of Trump, wrote, “Fucking unbelievable. . . . This would devastate our agency’s ability to serve the public.”

Meanwhile, the redetermination call was getting tricky. A new source of income seemed to be complicating the calculation of resources. Steven put the nonprofit on hold and logged into Equifax. He walked across the room to grab a plastic bottle of water and took a swig. “I’m trying really not to go off the deep end,” he said. If his office closed, and the neighboring offices closed, many people would have no way of getting benefits. For one thing, applications for Social Security cards and certain forms of S.S.I. had to be submitted in person.

Steven worried about his own well-being, too. His kids were on his health insurance. He and his wife had to take care of his father. S.S.A.’s human-resources division had sent an e-mail titled “Organizational Restructuring—Availability of Voluntary Reassignment, Early Out Retirement, and Separation Incentive Payments to ALL ELIGIBLE EMPLOYEES—No Component or Position Exceptions,” which seemed to pressure workers to leave. “A lot of this stuff is intentionally degrading,” Steven said. “They’re trying to do whatever they can to get people to resign.” Recently, he and other field-office staff were told that their jobs were safe because they were “mission critical.” That was reassuring, but only “a little bit.”

When the Equifax search proved inconclusive, Steven told the nonprofit, “I’ll have to put this on the back burner for a bit until I can get some info.” All three of his screens were noisy. In Microsoft Teams, a supervisor was asking for updates on specific cases. Another window showed the names of people waiting in the lobby of the field office, in real time. He stared at a name in the queue. “This one, I’ve been playing phone tag with her,” Steven said. He opened a chat to alert a colleague at the office.

The work is surprisingly personal. A Social Security file contains a lot of intimate information. From a quick glance, Steven can tell where a recipient was born, what language they speak, whether they’d been involved in the child-welfare system, if they are married, whether that marriage had ended as a result of divorce or death. He has some colleagues whose “attitudes suck to high heaven,” caused by a mix of stress and a suspicion of the poor. “I love helping people,” he said. “You’re the first contact for them.”

Next, Steven had to get “on the phones.” Fielding random calls on the S.S.A. hotline isn’t technically part of his job, but he didn’t question the assignment. For several weeks, everyone had been required to help out. “Good morning. Social Security. This is Steven,” he said. “What is your Social Security number, please? All right, starting with your name and date of birth . . .” He wrapped up his first few calls rather quickly. He sent out a missing tax document, scheduled a father for an in-person appointment to get a Social Security card for his baby, and confirmed bank information for a recipient’s direct deposit. A fourth call, involving a lost check, was more complicated. He rubbed his forehead with his thumbs and forefingers.

Steven later received two mass e-mails. The first reminded all S.S.A. employees to send their “mandatory weekly assignment”—the “What Did You Do Last Week” e-mail, with five bullet points summarizing what they had worked on—directly to the government’s Office of Personnel Management, not to anyone in their actual agency. The second one was yet another plea for workers to quit or take early retirement. It warned that some who opted to remain in “non-mission critical positions” might be reassigned to S.S.A. call centers. No definition of “non-mission critical” was offered.

“I just keep wondering, How long can I be doing this?” Steven said. Many years before Trump and DOGE, there was a period when he could not sleep. “The job would cause me to wake up in the middle of the night,” he said. “You know how your brain can’t shut stuff off, or you’re just dreading going in the next day?” He was troubled by certain cases—a girl who had been abused in foster care, only to end up with a grandmother who stole her S.S.I. checks. He was also haunted by the need to reach case quotas, never explicitly stated but often implied. “Cutting corners happens in this industry, when representatives are trying to just get something off their list,” he said. “So then it’s like, ‘I got that done.’ But did you really help the person?” His latest sources of worry were a news article in which O’Malley, the former S.S.A. commissioner, predicted “system collapse and an interruption of benefits” within “thirty to ninety days” and an affidavit by a former agency official that described DOGE’s violation of privacy protocols and the likelihood of “critical errors that could upend SSA systems.”

Steven has never been a zealot for anything except his favorite football team, but now he believes that he and his co-workers are part of an “underground movement” to prevent the destruction of Social Security. Trump and Musk, and more conventional Republicans, talk obsessively about rooting out fraud at the S.S.A. Mistakes and overpayments do occur, but the agency’s inspector general recently found that less than one per cent of benefits distributed between 2015 and 2022 were improper. Steven believes that mass layoffs will result in vulnerable Americans not getting the money they’re entitled to. “We service people at their best and worst times,” he said. “People heading into retirement, surviving spouses, widows, widowers. It used to be we’d get complaints from the public. We’d start off a call by apologizing. ‘We’re understaffed!’ ” Now, he went on, “people are apologizing to us.” ♦

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fixfoxnox · 2 years ago

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Stay Quiet (Gaz/Price)

Day 3 of Gaz Week. NSFW part now with the prompt Stuck In A Small Space! More PriceGaz

Warnings: Hand Jobs, smut, Gaz calls Price "Captain" during sex

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"Stay quiet."

"I am quiet!" Gaz snapped under his breath, frustration growing. He was pressed back against a shelf, the harsh wood digging into his back. He couldn't move forward, because that's where Price was.

It was meant to be a simple mission, just a simple mission to retrieve intel from a small Ultranationalist hideout. He and Price were the only ones sent in. There wasn't meant to be any fighting and, even if there way, it was just a small hideout anyways...right?

Except that it wasn't. Both he and Price knew that their intel had been off the moment that they got to the hideout. The place was huge and certainly not something that Gaz would call a "small hideout." It had left him and Price to wonder if they'd been purposefully mislead, or if their informant Yuri genuinely thought that this was a "small hideout." Gaz wasn't sure which would be the better option.

They had a decision to make though. Did they want to continue on by themselves or retreat and come back with the entire team for a better chance if they were caught? It was a hard choice to make and, ultimately, the decision fell on Price. They decided to continue forward with the plan.

It was only the two of them, so they moved as slowly as they possibly could through the area. It was a matter of stealth and trust. They both had to be quiet, quick when need be, and slow when need be. But that also had to trust the other. They had to trust that the other was giving them correct call outs, that they could stay quiet and not get them caught. Gaz trusted Price and Price trusted him.

All had been going perfectly well until they'd reached the computer room where they were meant to plug into the system and allow Laswell access. It was a simple thing, just a thumb drive then five minutes of protecting it while Laswell's software scraped the computer for anything important.

Of course it couldn't be an easy five minutes for them and, during the last minute, they received word from Laswell that someone had caught on to her scraping and that a group of ultranationalist soldiers were headed their way.

They managed to hold out for the last minute of the clock, but by the time Gaz yanked the thumb drive out of the computer, they could hear the soldier faster approaching them and they didn't have anywhere to go.

Price had acted quickly, grabbing Gaz's hand and dragging him over to a small compute closet in the room. The threw the door open and shoved Gaz inside before squeezing himself in after. He'd given quick and quiet word to Laswell that they were going dark before flipping off his communications and reaching over to do the same for Gaz.

So now they were here, crammed in a tiny computer closet together, trying to wait out the men that they could hear so clearly on the other side of the door.

It was difficult to keep quiet, especially with Price so close to him. The man was pressed right against his body and, due to the lack of space, one of his thighs was pressed firmly between Gaz's legs, brushing against his cock with any move from the other man. It was overwhelming and Gaz was trying his hardest not to focus on it. The last thing he wanted or needed was to get hard from this.

Of course, that wasn't exactly something he could stop from happening. Especially when Price was jolting forward to press his ear up against the door. The movement caused his thigh to push forward, grinding against Gaz's cock and pulling a short gasp from his lips. It felt too fucking good and he needed to get a hold of himself.

"You good, Gaz?" Price asked him carefully, turning to peer at his face through the darkness of the closet. Gaz was grateful for the darkness as it meant that Price, hopefully, couldn't see the flush of his skin or the way that he was practically panting through slightly parted lips.

He nodded his head rapidly, "Perfectly fine, Captain." He winced a bit at how high his voice sounded to his own ears. Price seemed to pick up on his sudden change in tone.

Price leaned toward him, concern clear on his face even through the darkness. The move caused his leg to grind against Gaz once again and a squeaked-out moan escaped his lips at the feeling, freezing Price in place. There was a long moment of silence and Gaz wanted to throw himself into the sun. He'd just fucking moaned in his Captain's face and now he was sure he was going to be in trouble for not controlling himself better.

After a long second of pause, Price moved, shifting his leg forward again to grind against Gaz's quickly filling cock. "Sir," Gaz managed to choke out, his own desperation filling his words, "Wait, don't- oh god." His head tilted back against the shelf as Price moved his leg against him again. Surely his Captain understood what was happening by now? But surely his captain wasn't doing it on purpose.

Price hummed and brought a finger up to his mouth, motioning for Gaz to stay quiet. They were still on a mission. His leg bounced up again and Gaz jerked forward, grabbing tight to Price and using the man's vest to muffle his moans. Price didn't stop moving his leg, he just kept bouncing it in steady movements, grinding it slowly against Gaz's clothed cock.

It wasn't long until Gaz was a panting and whining mess against him, gripping tight to his vest for some sort of support as his hips jerked down to meet Price's leg. His skin felt hot and the air in the little closet was stifling to him as pleasure started to build in him slowly, creating a low buzz under his skin.

"Price," He pressed closer to the man, desperate for more. Desperate for anything that the man would give to him. A hand landed roughly on his chin and, with a tight grip, Price pulled him forward to slam their mouths together.

"Stay quiet," Price growled against him, still working his leg over him in slow massaging movements. Gaz whimpered at the words, but the sound was muffled by Price's lips slamming back against his mouth.

Gaz wasn't exactly sure what was happening and part of him wondered if he was dreaming. Perhaps there wasn't enough air in the room and his mind was providing him a fantasy for comfort as he slowly suffocated. Or maybe there was some sort of gas slowly seeping into the room, making his mind hazy.

Either way, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Gaz felt good. So fucking good. The steady pressure against his cock was delicious and the feel of Price's hands moving down his body, squeezing and groping as they went...it was almost too much for his hazy mind to handle. If this was a dream, he didn't think that he wanted to wake up.

Eventually, Price's hands found their way to the front of his pants and, with a quick flick of his thumb and twist of his wrist, Gaz's pants were undone and a hand was roughly shoving its way past the waistband of his pants and underwear.

Price pulled away from Gaz's mouth and encouraged him to bury his face into his shoulder with a hand on the back of his head. "You have to stay quiet for me, okay? Think you can do that?"

"Yes," Gaz whined at the feeling of Price's hand wrapping around his cock.

"Sorry," Price gave a few torturous slow strokes of his hand, "Yes what?"

His hand tightened and the slow strokes were replaced with fasts jerks of his wrist that had Gaz's legs going weak and his mouth latching on to Price's shoulder to disguise his whines. "Yes! Yes, Captain!" He managed to get out finally, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, please- oh god!" He muttered curses into Price's shoulder, trying to keep himself quiet.

Price gave a low chuckle, still stroking over his cock at a quick speed, hurtling him quickly toward his end. "So good for me, Kyle, so fucking good. You like this? Like my hand on your cock?"

Gaz gave a whimper before nodding his head, "Yes, yes Captain, love it. Oh- please, sir!" His hips started moving, meeting Price's hand with every move.

"Do you," Price pressed a kiss to his cheek before slowly moving lower, littering every piece of skin with nips and kisses, "know how long I've wanted to do this?" Gaz shook his head wildly, trying to take in deep breaths as his might grew hazy and his air grew sparse with the never-ending moans and pleas. "I've wanted you since the very beginning, you're just too fucking tempting. I managed to hold out, but this? You grinding against my leg like a dog in heat? I can only handle so much."

"You," Gaz gasped as Price ran his thumb over the head of his cock, stroking along his slit for a moment before continuing his quick jerking movements, "oh god- you should have said something. Could have fucked me sooner."

Those words pulled a low growl from Price and soon Gaz found a hand shoved under his shirt and vest to tweak at his nipples, sending his hips jolting forward with a desperate whine.

"You just wait," Price growled low in his ear, "as soon as I get you alone," he kissed his neck, "and into a proper bed? You won't be able to walk properly when I finish with you."

Price continued muttering filthy words into his ear as his hand stroked along his cock. It was quick and filthy and Gaz was fighting down every part of him that just wanted to moan out the man's name and let everyone in the nearby vicinity know how well his Captain was treating him.

"Fuck, Captain," he muttered after a long moment, his voice high and his hips stuttering in the other man's hand. Price seemed to understand what the words meant, even if he didn't say them.

"Gonna come? Gonna finish in my hand like a good boy?" Gaz nodded his head rapidly, gasping as the pleasure in him built higher and higher until he was right on that edge. "Go on then, come for your captain."

And just like that Gaz was spilling into Price's hand, his eyes rolling back as Price worked him through it, running his fist over his cock in ever-slowing strokes. The pleasure of it all was enough to have Gaz's knees weak and, later, he would come to the conclusion that the only reason he hadn't fallen was because of Price's body pressed against his own.

When he managed to slowly pull away from Price's shoulder, confident that he'd no longer make any noises, he met the older man's eyes. "Alright?" Price asked carefully, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.

"I'm good, Captain," Gaz answered him quietly, still mindful of the possible men outside of the room. He waited until Price had pulled his hands out of his pants and started to redo them for him before speaking again, "How much longer do you think we'll have to wait?"

Price gave a low hum, his lips quirking up as he did, "As long as you think it will take you to recover. The men outside left around the time that we started."

Gaz blinked wide at him, a flush slowly going over his face. "So you- we-?"

Price chuckled at his reaction, "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." he leaned forward to press a kiss to Gaz's cheek and whisper in his ear, "Being this fucking close to you, I don't know how anyone would be able to keep themselves from it."

Gaz was fairly certain that he was still blushing bright red by the time they made it back to the base.

#kyle gaz garrick #john price #captain john price #gaz/price #gazprice #pricegaz #gazweek2023

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paigelts05 · 8 months ago

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The Training Simulation [FNAF HW2, Renegade AU]

Artwork: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/1093433943

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36911932/chapters/149355976

Published: Sep 01, 2024

Out of work and trying to provide for himself and his daughter, Desmond Anadem is offered something by his former employer: a chance at his old job back.

All he has to do is complete their training using a VR training system.

Even though they sent an off-the-shelf headset as a sign of good will, can he trust that even for a second that he will be safe?

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Desmond Anadem was currently re-evaluating his life choices.

After getting fired, and then fired upon, he thought that Fazbear Entertainment was finally done with him. But they weren't.

After the Raid on the megaplex, which he took part in whilst his daughter decided upon staying outside as a sentry - something that definitely had something to do with what she did prior to the 'Breach' - to monitor what went in and out, he thought that Faz Ent would finally give up the goat.

But instead they sent him an off-the-shelf VR headset that was still in it's packaging, a pair of controllers that were also off-the-shelf, and a copy of their VR training system (it was not the VR environment of which his daughter had spoken of; this was a peice of software that had been made in a game engine that was not owned by Faz Ent, and was just a game used to train up new human staff).

It felt like an awfully grand gesture of trust building, to send him a VR system that had not been touched by Faz Ent. Likely because they knew that he knew what happened to many others who used Faz Ent proprietary headsets, and the VR environment that they had been stuck in.

But Sylvia's sister was using a non-Faz brand VR setup when William posessed her. They'd had time to talk about it during the Raid: he had known that Ness was posessed, but during the Raid, Sylvia and Ness had explained the how behind what happened. Desmond did not disclose his involvement in tampering with the arcades to make freeing Ness easier; nobody had deciphered his sigils yet, so nobody needed to know.

Turning his attention back to the letter, all it told him that he was just going to use the training program and nothing more. The only Faz-touched tech was the game itself.

The box also had a letter. It read that they planned to re-hire him at a better salary, but he'd need to re-complete his certifications, as they had been voided when he had been fired.

'Blaming me for you fucks trying to shoot me again, I see.'

Yet despite that, he didn't seem to be able to refuse the offer. Faz Ent knew where he lived, and until the police got around the red tape of securing him a job and accomodation far away from here, he'd need to play safe.

When he told Cassie about it, she agreed. This was the safest bet.

Get the certifications back, see where things went from there.

After completing what he thought were all the minigames, he grabbed the in-game faz-wrench and opened the secret door, deactivated the inhibitor, and noticed a poster.

'Remove your mask?' Desmond thought to himself, 'Faz Ent kept trying to introduce these masks, but we just kept on using the eyepieces instead because those masks gave me and everyone else the creeps. Here goes.'

He reached his hand to his head, hearing the controller clack against the VR headset he was wearing, and removed a mask from the player avatar's face.

The room around him looked as abandoned and decayed as the megaplex did after the raid.

He returned to the computer monitor, and he noticed something that wasn't there before; they had hard modes.

'Expecting more out of me than before I see…' he grumbled as he begun the second gauntlet, and as he did, something irked him.

The animatronics that appeared in these new minigames also looked somewhat as they did during and after the Raid. Expected. The Daycare Attendant was a destroyed mess after the second fire in Roxy Raceway destabilised most of the megaplex and so was the DJ, and this game reflected it. The memory of seeing the DJ so beat up during the Raid haunted him, as did the sight of the miserable sun he saw that night. The fact that they had only gotten worse after the Raid made him feel sympathy for them for the first time. And after the so-called earthquake that Desmond was sure was an explosion the other day caved in parts of the megaplex further, he found himself worrying for the mental states of those robots for the first time too. Also, he was certain that Fazbear Entertainment only wanted him back so they could repair thier severely damaged bots. Maybe they made this game to specifically train him for that.

If he got near those robots again, the first thing he'd probably do would be to talk to them and see how human they are. A thought that would have been foreign to him three weeks ago.

Once he'd completed the rest of the minigames and re-earned the most useless certifications to ever exist, he found himself surrounded by staffbots that had appeared out of nowhere - a recreation of what Faz Ent wanted to happen to him and his colleagues no doubt - and after the staffbots attacked, the screen turned to static.

He tried to remove his headset, but he couldn't.

He called out for his daughter, but received no reply.

He stepped about in his panic and tripped over a cable, so he was definitely still alive. And when the static cleared as he crawled to his feet, he saw a staffbot's start up screen.

'What in the…'

And once it finished loading, he found himself seeing through the visual feed of a staffbot.

And then he saw his daughter.

He tried calling out to her, but she didn't seem to hear. The bot didn't output his audio input.

He tried to reach out to her, and the staffbot he was viewing the world through reached out.

And handed her that mask that only he and his daughter's sleeper side had seen. The Vanny mask; the mask that William had made to control Sylvia's sister. The mask that Sleeper had stolen before it had been used, and then lost after she saved Gregory and caused the Breach.

The mask that Fazbear Entertainment had tried to model technician masks after.

His daughter's Civilian alter, Civ, was currently fronting; he could tell from her eyes. She had never seen the mask before.

He tried to call for her to stop and put the mask down, but again, the staffbot didn't output his audio input.

He felt himself collapse to his knees as he watched Cassie put on the mask. And as she did, the staffbot shut down.

He could remove his VR headset again.

He threw the thing off with such force that it skidded to the other side of his apartment, landing under the shelf that held his father's retro Bonnie mask. He didn't care if the VR headset was broken or not.

Sweating, shaking, and disoriented, Desmond took a moment to breathe before clambering to his feet and calling for his daughter.

He didn't get a response.

Whilst he had been training, Cassie had gone off somewhere. And if that was really her who he had witnessed through the eyes of the staffbot, she was at a Fazbear Entertainment controlled facility. Though there was no way of telling which one.

Any Faz Ent facility could have staffbots. The mask could have been taken anywhere.

Cassie could be anywhere.

So he put on his work boots and ran outside.

Someone had to have seen his daughter, right?

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supercantaloupe · 1 month ago

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Hi independent living anon back actually you mentioned the instant pot and my friend's mom somehow went from software engineer to food blogger and her first cookbook is like well they're Indian to it's ilke Indian instant pot stuff you should check that out if it interests you and if the book is behind a paywall she has recipes on her site and stuff her blog is called Ministry of Curry. Anyway your post kind of made me realize that the actually mechanics of cooking I feel ok with but it was just the idea of buying my own groceries deciding what to buy and fashioning that into food but now that you said it depends on like figuring out stuff that you want to eat etc I feel like completely changed my perspective even though it's kind of obvious. Anyway super helpful post thanks anon out have a good day/week/year/life

ooh that does sound interesting, i don't cook a lot of indian food myself but i feel like i should get into it because there's a lot of really delicious vegetarian indian dishes and i want to try and expand my arsenal of vegetarian meals.

anyway, with respect to knowing what to buy and what to make with that, one thing that i like to do to make things easier for myself is having a well stocked pantry of nonperishables that i can pull from whenever i need. you can pick up items a few at a time when you grocery shop so you can build your pantry over time rather than having to get everything all at once which is overwhelming and pricey. but basically i try to always have dry pasta, rice, canned beans, canned tomatoes, canned pumpkin, breadcrumbs, soy sauce, broth base, honey, garlic and onions, potatoes, oil, peanut butter, etc in my pantry at all times (and eggs, milk, butter, and yogurt in my fridge). very basic things that can be turned into meals without a ton of prep. then my meal planning for a week will hinge on several factors: what i want to eat, what time am i going to have to cook and eat during the week (ie will i be able to cook dinner during the week or will i have to pack dinners ahead of time every day), and what's available/in season. i do a lot of shopping at the farmers market so i'll often figure out what i want to make based on what's fresh that time of year; recently i've been loving these delicious baby kales, which are only available in the winter here. in the summer it'll be lots of tomatoes and peaches and eggplants! i like to cook with what's in season a lot of the time because you can get deals that way and because in season local produce is very nutritious and usually more flavorful than what you can buy at a grocery store. but that will depend on what you have available where you live.

basically, i don't really sit down and plan in detail what to cook and eat during an entire week and then go out and shop for everything i need to make those things all at once -- i try to keep my pantry well stocked with versatile and shelf stable ingredients that i can use spontaneously to make larger meals out of, based on what i want to eat and what is fresh and available at any given time.

#sasha answers #anon #sleepover saturday #i hope that's helpful!#is it obvious yet how much of my childhood i spent watching reruns of iron chef lol #being able to think on your toes in the kitchen is a super useful and important skill to have imo. and you can do so much more w that #if you have a well stocked pantry at your disposal #and at any rate even if you're out of fresh veg or meat or what have you you can still throw together a respectable nutritious meal #with pantry staples alone #some rice a can of beans and a can of tomatoes will take you far in life amen

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The Speed of Silence

Mr Ben Fan Fic

I didn’t plan on going back to Mr Ben for a while. The SNL hype had dropped & I was in deep writing some other drafts I had on going. & then @alwaysdjarin tagged me in someone’s twitter post going write a scenario based on a certain idea a moot had. Here I am 12 days later publishing it.

I don’t like to big up my work but there’s a paragraph in here that I wrote & when I reread it I was like damn I wrote that. Also yes I know the book shelf picture is Rockford but it was part of the inspiration for this, so I wanted to include it.

Synopsis: Mr Ben is rumoured every year to be dating the popular girls at university, so why would he ever look at you. But then a few chance meeting & a late night study session in the library, make you both think about making those rumours true.

Word count: 5,700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!college professors student relationship (but you are not his student) protected PIV sex, public sex, swearing, pining, unrequited love, choking & muffling, rough, teasing flirting kissing. Eventual established relationship.

All feed back as always is welcome peoples… thanks for the read. It’s really appreciated

10pm the clocks slowly tocks past, headphones on, another coffee poured, in the university library trying to write you appendix for your art portfolio your handing in tomorrow. You knew when you looked all these artists & photographers up for inspiration you should have written down who inspired you. But no it’s now 10pm & you’re missing 8 references to submit along with your sight & sound presentation.

You know full well you don’t need the references though. Your photographs you have of traffic moving at night almost leaping out the page at you & your puddle reflection of what life should be like in the city instead for he chaos it is, speak for themselves. No matter who walks past your screen at the moment even if they don’t do the subject for your degree, just stops & does a double take. Your creation is the talk of the university be it pupils & staff or teaches.

But there’s one who’s taken a particular interest. He not your teacher. He teaches Philosophy about 5 class rooms away but he shares an office with your art & photography professor Jane. You are often popping in the office to book additional time or ask to use the larger printer. It was once when you were waiting for Jane to bring some resources back that he came in & started a conversation with you.

“So your little miss photoshop?” He says as he saw you waiting for her to return. “That I am professor, Jane has just gone to get something for me that I don’t have the funds to print off, I’ll be out of your office in 5minutes.” “Ooooh no…” he says with a slight smirk as he pops his bag on the back of the door “I’ve heard so much about this art, I want to see it what makes it so special, why is yours the talk of the campus��. He adjusts his large framed dark glasses. LIt’s nothing really I…” “you can’t say that without letting me judge it, please•”he waves a hand as he pours his coffee & casually leans against the back wall “I’m most intrigued”.

His eyes sparkle at you. You’re not sure there’s a brown rich enough to ever try & replicate those on any art software, they are unforgettable once you’ve made eye contact. Which you just have. It’s for all of a passing second but you’re lost, so so lost in them. You’re never getting out of this trance ever. He must see you blush as he very quickly moves away from leaning & fidgets. You go to your carry folder & produce 4 drafts of your work in progress, about The Speed of Silence & start to explain what it means & why you’ve done it. He stands there nodding hanging on every word you say agreeing & asking your different techniques. He really in engaged in your art & is mesmerised by it, like you with him.

He lowers his hand to ask a question & your hand brushed over his sending chills down your spine, it’s just the slightest feather touch but it’s enough to make you want more. He then takes his hand & rests it on top of yours. You both freeze & gulp, both unsure what to do next. “Professor i…” “shhhh it’s okay I think we…” he’s edged in your personal space, his head slowly drawing close to you, when You both hear the door click & Jane humming to herself so you break the look & return to showing him your art. “Ahhh here you are my sweet, sorry the lift was broken that’s why it took a while. Oooh Ben you’re here. Help me sort these out for her so she can take what she needs” & I pause in a fluster. My breath caught in my throat, my palms sweating instantly. This isn’t just some professor, this is Mr Ben!

Mr Ben every year at university, there is a rumour he’s dating a popular blonde student. It’s kind of mythology, & he goes along with the joke & plays up to it. But no one has ever actually seen him with a partner inside or outside of campus. If he is dating the blonde from the football team as she claims he is, or the brunet from drama he’s hiding it well. He’s not dating Jane, you all met her wife on the field trip to the Andy Warhol museum. But here you are standing in Bens shared office having just had a genuine moment with the man most men & women on campus would give an arm to do… & you did it without even realising.

You’re snapped out of your trance by the voice of Jane eventually “just because your art works at so many rates per second, doesnt mean you can slow down & daydreaming to” “sorry miss I just had a random though & my mind wondered” “maybe if you’ve got a wandering mind, you should sit in on a philosophy class?” Ben asks with a smile on his face that makes you feel weak. He’s biting his pencil & looking at you suggestively “…I…I… I really should get going” you sigh once you’ve taken what you need from Jane & your portfolio is back into your art folder. “It was lovely to meet you professor…” “it’s Mr Ben but please just call me Ben” he extends his hand which you take & shake. Large & firm & also just the right feel to it. It’s only once you get back to your room that you realise in your art portfolio & resources, that Ben had slipped his business card in there, with his office number & email.

You didn’t email him for 2 weeks & you actively asked Jane in her classes for supplies or support. You wanted to avoid Ben for as long as you could, hoping you had dreamed up the meeting & the stolen moments you had shared. He had filled your dreams since that precious glance & you didn’t want to fall further under his charm. Avoiding him you thought would help but it’s just made it worse. However fate lead to your paths crossing, not at campus but at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You were in the gift shop looking at post cards scanning for ideas for your silent part of your art, when he walked past & turned back almost doing a double take as he went to leave”miss photoshop what a pleasant surprise, what brings you to the met on this wet winter afternoon?” He leans next to the display as he engages in conversation with you. His coat looks warm & cozy even if a little damp due to the rain, but his hair is in pristine place & his glasses are either missing or replaced with contacts making those eyes even larger “I need something for the silence part of my project sir, but I’m having a hard time picking it, so I came to watch people look at art in silence to see if that gave me inspiration but it hasn’t”

“That’s a shame” he says “let me buy you a coffee & we can people watch together if you want” “I’m sorry what professor?” You say in shock “it’s just Ben,” he offers his hand “I encourage all my students at least once a month to go people watch & come up with pretend story’s for who people might be that walk past them, it’s like a window to their own soul as they try to guess others.” “Did you just quote Man Ray?” You ask “because then I’ll take you up on that coffee & we can talk art & photography while we people watch.” The smile on Bens face is infectious. Gone is that moody professor who people gossip about. The person in front of you now is a man & clearly at least a friend, you both have a connection with the other. “I’m happy to talk art & people watch, it would be an honour.”

You start off people watching in silence sipping coffee unsure what to say to each other or about the people. The tension is palpable. & then someone with a Star Wars bag walks past you & you ask Ben “rebel, sith or jedi?” & that’s all it takes. For the next hour you both sit there talking about where all these people are going & what’s happening with their lives, sipping coffee & laughing. It’s only when his phone rings & it’s on loud that people shhh you both & he answers it. “Sorry, I have to go” he says. “But this has been fun, much better to sit here & talk with someone else & people watch than do it on your own” he says as he stands & you notice how tall & long he is. “thank you for the coffee Ben, as much as this was fun, it didn’t provide the spark I need for the silence I need for my project.” “Maybe inspiration will hit you a different way.” He replied & grabs your hands to help you up, almost pulling you into his chest. You can feel as your hand is wrapped around his wrist that his pulse has spiked. You both stand in silence for a few minutes & then shuffle awkwardly unsure what to both do next. At the end of the day you might not be his student but he’s still a professor at your college. You, against everything your body & heart are screaming out for more, decide not to act on your own needs & wants.

You both head outside the museum & it’s still raining. “Do you want to share a cab?” Ben asks in a friendly way “thanks Ben but I’m off to a friends now, i’ll get the subway but I’m sure we will bump back into each other soon” you blush trying to hide his affect on you. “Have it your way I’ll see you soon, I hope you work out your project” he waves a friendly good bye & goes to get in the taxi but he’s still distracted by your big smile & doesn’t see where he puts his foot. “bollocks” Ben shouts. He stepped in a deep puddle before shrugging at you & then gets into the taxi which speeds off. But in that reflection you see in the puddle from the ripples, the grey sky & lights of the city reflect back to you. The madness of the city being so calm & reflective in one tiny puddle. Ben has given you the inspiration for the other half of your project without even trying.

You don’t go to your friends, you head straight for the high line, one of your favourite places in New York & you start taking picture of the rain falling, the puddles forming & slow silent reflections gleaming back at you. It’s almost to perfect the mixture of architecture, nature & photography. It’s too good to be true. You don’t care that you are drenched to the bone & will be sick for 3 days in the next week, this is the perfect calming yang to your traffics ying. It going to look phenomenal.

You have every week since then gone to a different museum to see if Ben is there to people watch with, & you’ve also been popping into the office to discus your art with Jane, talking to Ben a few times. You’ve not yet told him he’s part of your inspiration for this, you will do before the presentation at the end of term. But you & Ben now have a close friendly relationship. He says hi when he sees you walking about & you have slight giggles & little jokes with each other. All harmless fun, but there are still moments when your eyes meet that you can’t deny to yourself, that you would like to be who the rumours are about. He always asks about your art & has asked Jane who it’s all going for you too. You hope he puts in this much dedication with his actual students.

10 days ago however your world crumbled. There was a rumour Ben was dating a student in the first year. As someone in their final year, you’ve heard all these story’s before & know they aren’t true. But you heart just feels like it’s shattered. Everything you had hoped for that you might have one day with Ben has gone. You remember this is just everyone’s fantasy & it won’t be happening to you any time soon. The student is what he’s always rumoured to go for, athletic, bit ditsy, blonde & stick thin. Not someone with blue streaks through their black hair, a squishy nose who could probably eat that girl as she’s so skinny for diner. You are heart broken from the relationship you’d secretly wanted more from, even though you hadn’t been brave enough to act on it. You bury your head into your art & try to not think about it at all.

You’ve seen Ben since this day & been nice to him, but you just feel a little lost. It is just a fantasy, everyone wants for Mr Ben to be there’s. To have a few stolen moments but you were sure it might slightly happen to you but it hasn’t. So you’ve plowed on with & burrowed your head in your art portfolios & are now just hours away from your deadline in the library, referencing as much as you can ready to hand in your appendix in the morning. It’s only when your music pauses in your ears, that you realise someone is sat in the chair next to you, with their own cup of coffee. You can tell from the hand on your music player alone, exactly who it is.

“Ben” you say not having to whisper at 10pm, as you remove your headphones. There’s all of 8 students in here all with their own headphones in. “It’s late what are you doing here?” You ask. You’re startled but also instantly calm that he is here & he is looking so handsome. The tie he is often seen wearing isn’t on, the glasses dark frame matching his dark black shirt & his selves are rolled up. He looks at you with genuine concern & affection in hope to help you with whatever it is you are doing. “Late night study group with my second years, 6 of them just haven’t understood the last 3 essays I’ve asked them to write or read, so we did a coffee & cake night. I think 4 of them have finally got it though, I always think it helps to share the problem, no matter what it is.” Ben takes your hand, that large thumb trailing over your knuckles, what you wish you could do with that thumb. “So I was walking past & thought I’d pop in to see who was in the library this late, & who do I see…you, little miss photoshop, with your head in a pile of books & websites, not actually creating. Is everything okay?” He ask, your eyes meeting & you do everything you can to look back at your work from this handsome distraction, but he lifts his hand to the side of your face to turn you back to face him as he softly whispers “seriously, your amazing, your perfect, I’ll do anything”.

That’s all it takes. You lean in touching his face in return & tentatively take his lips with your own. He’s a-gasp, shocked at your advanced. He can feel all the butterfly’s you have felt for the last few months since you met him. You’re electrified & then you very quickly break away from your embrace & look back at your laptop & not at Ben, but you can still feel him on your lips & how he made you feel like you were going at a million miles an hour but also completely still much like your photographs. “Shit” you mumbled “Ben I…” you don’t get a chance to apologise, Ben has turned your face back towards him & is engaging in the next kiss. He’s hungry like he’s waited for this for ages, like he’s willing to break all the rules to have a few stolen moments with you but he wishes he could have more. Your of age & an adult & not his actual student, he’s not that much older than you. He wants this but he has so many conflicting things going on in his mind right now, as do you. But you are both desperate for each others touch. This kiss is the best you have ever had. No man or woman has ever made you feel this good from just one kiss.

“Sorry” he says “I just had to be sure I wasn’t dreaming”. His words come out breathy as he pants. “I should go…””No!” You shout & realise it was quite loud for a library even when there is no one really here. “Please stay, your presence calmed me when I realised it was you” Bens half way out of his chair unsure if he should sit back down or go home. He wants to stay & distract you from your appendix, In so many ways. It’s all he thought about since he met you. Those few stolen moments in his office, your little smirk at the museum, the way your hands are so expressive when you talk. He noticed every single detail & he is desperate to make a go of this. He looks in your eyes & he can see the same desire & longing being directed back to him. He has to make the choice for the both of you.

“Grab your laptop & books & come with me” he states,”there’s better wifi else where in the library, it will make attaching your appendix faster & then we can talk”. Ben goes to pick up his mug & yours & raises an eyebrow at you. You know deep down that this isn’t going to be studying, you know you’re actually going to be the girl the university gossips about & if it’s true or not. “Okay Ben, I’m almost there though I’ve got 8more…” But Bens hand doesn’t go for your mug & you are interrupted. His large hand strokes across your chin before his thumb that you have often wondered what it would feel like, traces over your lips. You gasp & instantly become aroused. It’s so flat & soft & it make you want to suck it & beg for some of his other fingers else where. “Ben” you moan as his hand moves away. You hit save & collect you items putting them in your 2 bags & grab his hand, while making sure no one is watching you sneak off with a professor.

Ben doesn’t even check, he wants you & he needs you. The second your hand entwines with his, he is off at a speed your art is. He take you to the back of the library which is dimly lit & is where all the media & art books are. “Oooh you actually wanted to help Ben, I didn’t realise.” You feel a little flat thinking Ben has no intention of doing anything other than be a professor at this moment. But the second both your bags are on the table between the two rows of bookshelves, Ben is hoovering over you. Eyes filled with desire, his breathing is short, & you can feel his wanting of you radiating from every inch of his body. He doesn’t need to say a word. You cup his face & kiss him deeply as he pushes you against a chair at the table. Those large hands of his, twisting your hair, before one moves down your back to rest just on your waist, so you can be pushed further into him. You never want to break this kiss. The way your body is responding to his, is magnetic. The way you moan & groan just from a simple deep kiss, one filled with all the lustful dreams you have ever had about Ben, just taking over your mouth & making you want more. You know you’re aroused, your pleasure is screaming for him to touch you even more. Ben is also trying so hard not to just cum in his trouser right now, he needs you to relieve his own pressure as he grows harder.

“I don’t know what happening” you eventually mumble as he starts to kiss your neck “but I’m happy it is” you both say at the same time & then both have a little giggle before his eyes meet yours again. “If you’re not comfortable with this…” Ben starts but you squeeze his arse through jeans which makes him yelp. “So we did have a moment when we first met then?” You ask him “oooh yes & I’ve been trying to work out since that moment if I would be in trouble for asking you on a date, your not my student, I’ve never asked any student out before or even kissed them, even if they have since left” this makes your heart flutter. All the myths about Ben are false, he’s squeaky clean & is a moral teacher to be looked up to. No affairs with any students at all, & then you remember why he’s saying this all to you. You’re about to become his exception to the rule & you really don’t care. You’re going to be the hearsay.

“Well technically we have been on a date at the museum…” “that doesn’t count” Ben replies “& for half of it we sat there in silence & it was a chance meeting” he lowers his head to whisper in your ear seductively “however if you’d have got in my taxi, it might have been another story” he peppers kisses down your neck “no it was destiny for your to leave without me. Where did you think I got my reflection art idea from Ben?” He pauses his kisses for 2 seconds as he goes “really?” Your shy nod through your blushes are as hot as the next kiss he gives you. It’s so powerful that he pushes you into the book case, which creaks. “Ben” you moan at his sudden movement from the table. “This is so intense, I…I” “shhh baby shhhh” his lips are still searching for yours & your chin, as his hands move to your hips, which are desperate for friction.

“I…I…I need you Ben, I need you & im not sure my body will allow me to wait to get back to my room or your place, maybe your office or…” but you her the clink of his belt being undone as he moves a hand so it’s leaning over you holding the book case “baby, I don’t think I can make it to my office. I wish wed had this moment sooner, so I could have taken you out on a date first. I wish I had known, I wish I had” “the signs were all there Ben” you moan back at him as you undo his fly, the zip sound wrong but so erotic “are you happy you want to do this?” You ask & your hands move to your leggins & knickers to roll them down in a second “im the man, I should be asking you?” He responds in a soft tone. “Are you sure?” He asks & his face for a nano second has turned serious asking for your consent. “Yes Ben I want this, I want you” is your clear response Consenting to his pleasure as you step out of both your leggins & knickers & he reaches into his back pocket to produce a condom. “Yes baby, I promise we will do this properly another time” he rolls his jeans & briefs down to just below his knees & you see him cover his impressive length with the protection.

Ben edges closer to you & starts to raise your dress ready for a clear & swift entrance inside you. “You… you are okay with this… this isn’t your first time?” Ben asks suddenly very much aware he’s about to have sex with a student in the university’s library & not everyone has had sex before “Ben I’d have been even more hesitant if it was, & I’m on the pill” is your response. A small smirk creeps across his face before his lips lock with yours & he pushes hard against you & the shelving. He teases you slightly before he pushing inside you. You moan loudly, he’s girthy & much larger than you have had before. It pinches & pushes all the air out of your lungs. “Beeeennnnn” you growl, feeling so full & satisfied already, desperate for more movement.

Ben doesn’t say a word. He just sighs & thrusts again & you whimper. Your mouth & jaw go slack at the most relaxed but also most sexy feeling you have ever experienced in the world. He lifts your right leg to wrap it around him for a better & more enjoyable for the both of you, his hand gripping your thigh firmly. This hand then moves up your body & towards your mound with the next couple of thrusts, before his thumb, that large thumb that was trailing across your lips, flicks at your bud, you instantly clamp around his cock & moan loudly “yessss Ben” & his other hand covers your mouth “shhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble now do we, be quiet girl & we can have some fun” & his hips really start to move.

Who’d have thought Ben was so adventurous in not only wanting to have sex with a student, but to do it at 11pm at night, not just in public but in the library where he works & you study. He has thought about you & how your body would feel for months now, when you had sex. But here he is, his length pulsing inside your core making you want to make the most erotic noises in the world, as he drills into you, with his hand over your mouth “shhhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble do we, save the moaning for another night” he says as he movements become larger & the book case starts to creak that he’s pushed you against harder.

Crash! the first book falls from the shelf with an almighty thump from how fast he is pushing you into the unit. It’s not even a small book. It’s Hockneys complete appendix of British culture. It’s a coffee table book. So if he is thrusting that hard at this early stage, how much faster is he going to go? Your eye glances down at it but then return back to those large dark Carmel’s that are dilating with every second , every pulse & every want he has to make you feel even more of a woman than you already are. He’s so large, he’s making you gasp for every breath. He is giving this all he’s got. “I know you want to moan my love, but keep it down okay” he removed his hand from your mouth, but not before he allows you to suck his thumb. “Ben oh Ben oh baby yes” I whisper trying to not sound so needy & desperate.

He moves with an impressive rhythm. The book case creaking & the occasional book hitting the floor is louder than your collective moans & panting. You feel every thrust inside you making you want so much more. Bens lips move from your face to your neck, sucking & pecking away at it. His hand is now towering over you for balance as he goes & he breathes heavier. Such a large hand capable you now know of many naughty things you can both explore. Your own hands are digging into his hips & shoulders as you try not to scream from pleasure. “Yes Ben” are the hushed tones coming from your mouth “baby oh baby,you’re so good” he replies back. Every time he thinks you are moaning too much, he slows down slightly & he kisses you back on the lips, to remind you to stay silent. The moan he makes as he pulls away & speeds up again is louder than the noise you were previously making.

“Fuck ooh yes, so close, you feel so good…” you’ve reached the point of no return, as these breathy high pitched words leave your mouth. His hips blistering into you, he’s almost there too. He grabs you around the throat which makes you gasp & also shuts you up. It’s not firm but you did not have Ben down for doing that. “Shhh baby, we’ll get in trouble”. He mumbles as 2 more large books fall out of the shelving “don’t…care…” you just about manage to get out before your rendered speechless by the next 3 thrusts that hit the spot & you let go. Your orgasm spiralling through your body. Ben lips shhh you as you go to scream yes. You bite into his bottom lip to try & keep your cry of pleasure down. He’s sent you over the edge. Bens rhythm falls out of sink & the deep shallow growl his voice makes into your mouth, happens as he fills the condom with him own cum. Slowly he stops his movements, & eventually the books stop falling & the shelving once again becomes silent.

You wrap your arms around Bens neck as you both open your eyes which you’d both closed while cuming. His eyes less filled with passion now but still so handsome & so dark & mesmerising. Panting & sighing happening between you both. His hand cups you cheek “you have the most beautiful eyes” you eventually manage to say to Ben & a small grin covers your face in your afterglow. “No I don’t” Ben replies “yours eclipse anyone’s with beauty, they really are the window to the soul” You bring his face into yours for another deep kiss, one full of hope & wanting more than this. Your hand goes up into his hair to caress his head as you make out continues.

“We need to clean this up” Ben say when you eventually break from your embrace & he shimmy’s his briefs & trousers back on after tying off his condom. “We don’t want to piss of the library team do we” you quickly put the books back between you & make sure everything is in as a correct place as possible. “Am I really the puddle inspiration?” Ben asks inquisitively as he adjusts his glasses. The glance from your eyes of pure love tells Ben the truth without you saying a word & he walks up to you & kisses you. “So I’m guessing tonight we created our own version of The Speed of Silence?” You muster once the kiss is over, never wanting to be far apart from those lips again. “You could say that” Ben smiles.

For the next month campus is full of gossip. There are rumours that there was sex in the library & that people heard books crashing & that no one been able to find that Hockney book since, but no one’s taken it out. As someone who doesn’t usually contribute & look like they pay attention to the rumours you find all this funny & really what you want to do, is tell people how right & wrong they are. No one has worked out the it was Ben or you or the both of you. You’ve had sneaky sex since, once in his lecture room when you did sit in on a class & twice in the art supply cupboard, but he’s yet to take you on that date he promised. Maybe all the rumours about Ben being a one off passionate lover were true.

However on the night of art & photography show case, things moved. You stand there explaining to your fellow student’s, alumni & teachers about your project when you hear a voice from behind you. “Why puddles?” Ben says & you turn around & you both beam at each other “whatever caused you to think of that must have had a really deep & meaningful impact on you” “yes it did professor…” you wink at him & Ben turns red & try’s to concentrate on the rest of your talk. Moving uneasily desperate for more.

Once the group you were talking to leaves, Ben slides in behind you “congratulations little miss photoshop, you are the talk of the campus, in more ways than one” His hand slips into yours, that large thumb tracing across your knuckles. “So are you Ben” I glance up towards his face. “I wish this was something more thorough, if I’m honest” you sound a little bit down despite this being your night to shine.

“& it will be” is Bens quick response & his eyes gesture to his bag, which he opens & you gasp. He has the missing Hockey book inside it. “Should we go return this, have a repeat performance & then I can take you out for dinner?” Ben ask. Eyes wide & seductive looking into your soul, once again making everything fly past so fast in your mind but also freezes you in time. You hand trails across his chin. “Took you long enough to ask Ben” He waits for someone to walk past before he kisses your forehead, & then takes your hand. “Your art speaks for itself, let’s go now & give the campus some real gossip to talk about” & Ben leads you out of the exhibition & back to the library, for your own private viewing.

#fanfic #my fics #smutt #pedro pascal #no minors #mr Ben #mr ben snl #mr ben x reader #pedro pascal snl #snl #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal cinematic universe #fan fiction #fan fic smut

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Just curious what the difference between a roguelike and a soulslike actually is? - I see those descriptors a lot but it's hard to grasp as someone who doesn't play a variety of games

THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to talk about this. Also sorry for taking so long, it's just that every time I started writing this out I ended up getting way too lost in the weeds and having to backtrack so it didn’t just turn into a meandering essay of Raksha’s Opinions On Vidjagames. (Also shoutout to the spellchecker that thinks it should be “vidja games”. Perfect software, zero notes.)

So, first, a quick disclaimer that these terms, like all genre terms but particularly gaming genre terms, are fuzzy and ill-defined. Not everyone draws the line between them in exactly the same place, but the important thing is that there is a line, and some games are clearly on different sides of it. Like Hades and Elden Ring, which was the comparison that gave me psychic damage.

Roguelikes (named after the 1980s game Rogue) and soulslikes (named after Dark Souls et al) are both known for being difficult genres where you die a lot and it takes many, many, many attempts to actually win. The major design difference between them is that roguelikes use random generation that changes things up when you die, while soulslike games keep the world pretty much static. But I think a more useful distinction from a player perspective is that roguelikes emphasize strategy while soulslikes emphasize tactics.

Strategy is about broader planning and overall intent, while tactics are about specific actions taken moment to moment. If you were cleaning a room part of your strategy might be “work top to bottom” while your tactics would be more like “clean this specific shelf first”. Both types of planning are used in each game (it's kind of impossible to have one without the other), but the emphasis changes. The randomized nature of roguelikes force the player to constantly adjust to new situations, whereas soulslike games encourage players to continually iterate on and perfect methods for dealing with very specific and known problems.

Let’s imagine two scenarios. Both start off the same way, with a player exploring a dungeon. They start in a room with three skeletons, which they kill. In the back of a room is a chest with a cool sword. It’s better than the player’s current weapon, so they equip it and continue to the next room, where the boss is waiting. The boss does a stomping attack that the player wasn’t expecting, and the player dies. They respawn back at the start of the dungeon.

In the soulslike scenario, the player still has the cool sword equipped, which they use to kill those first three skeletons even more easily than before. There’s no longer an item chest in the room because they already looted it, so the player continues to the boss fight. They know about the stomping attack now, so when the animation starts they’re able to dodge out of the way. This time they are killed when the boss throws a rock at them, so on the next iteration the player tries standing under the boss during the rock throw, so that they can’t be hit. This process continues with the player iterating on their battle tactics until they eventually win and can proceed further into the game.

In the rougelike scenario the player no longer has the cool sword when they respawn, and the first room has a pair of wolves instead of skeletons, and no item chest. The next room doesn’t contain the boss this time, but five skeletons and a spike trap. The player does find an item chest here, this time containing a bow. They equip it, and then proceed through several more rooms of random monsters before coming to the boss room. The boss does exactly the same things it did the first time around, but this time the player is using a bow, so they decide to keep their distance and attack from range. They don’t have to dodge the stomp attack because they’re too far away for it to hit. The rock toss almost gets them, but they see it coming and are able to duck behind cover. The boss eventually kills them with an area attack, and the player goes back to the start, where they fight through a new version of the dungeon and find a new weapon, which opens up different strategies for how to tackle the boss.

Personally I find the soulslike model frustrating, because it feels like I’m just running headfirst into a wall over and over again. Roguelikes don’t give me that same sensation despite being more punishing in a lot of ways, because each run keeps things fresh. Other people love soulslikes because they enjoy perfecting their skill, and find the randomness of roguelikes to be an impediment to that.

#there's also more specific reasons why i like hades and not elden ring #but this was already over 700 words

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As retail continues to evolve, two significant trends are reshaping the industry: the rise of self-service options and the growing importance of shelf space optimization. Together, these innovations are creating a seamless shopping experience for consumers while maximizing profitability for retailers. Planograms, a tool traditionally used for shelf planning, are playing a pivotal role in merging these two trends into a cohesive retail strategy.

#planogram #visual merchandising #planogram software #planograms #retail sales #retail store #planogramming #retail #planogram in retail #store layout #shelf space plannning #shelf planning software #planogram services

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demiclar · 2 years ago

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Crow cuts himself while Glint is away, and Saint and Osiris take care of him.

(Sever - Ao3)

I've been missing Crow lately, so here's this! Enjoy!

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When Saint stepped through the door into his and Osiris’s apartment, he was met by the sound of vicious cursing. He recognized Crow’s voice immediately, pinched and pained, and he hurried further into the apartment.

Crow was a frequent visitor in the apartment, enough so that the guest bedroom had shifted from being the guest bedroom to Crow’s bedroom, a home away from home for the Hunter when he needed a little companionship away from his lonely apartment. Saint had already begun to furnish it more specifically to the Hunter. On the wall hung a painting of a crow in flight, a rare prize he stumbled upon when admiring the works of a street vendor in the city. The bed was adorned with a green blanket that matched the sweater Saint bought him during the last Dawning. The drawers in the dresser held Crow’s clothes—Saint snuck a few new items into the drawers every so often, but most of them Crow had brought over himself—and in the corner above the bed, Osiris mounted a shelf for Glint, complete with a puffy, Ghost sized pillow for him to rest on.

“Easy.” Saint recognized Osiris’ voice, gentle and coaxing. “It’s alright, let me see.”

“Shit.” Crow hissed, and Saint followed the sound of his voice further into the apartment. “I’m so sorry, Osiris. I didn’t mean–”

“It’s alright.” Osiris told him again, “let’s go somewhere with better light. Come with me.”

Saint paused in the hallway, just in time to watch Crow and Osiris emerge from Osiris’ study. Osiris led the Hunter by his wrist, holding a white cloth around his hand, rapidly turning red. They both froze at the sight of him, and Crow lifted his uninjured hand in a weak attempt at a wave.

“Hi, Saint.” He offered Saint a smile, only for his face to immediately contort in pain as he drew his injured hand back towards himself. He let out a hiss through his teeth, his eyes screwing shut tight.

“Perhaps we should focus?” Osiris suggested, though he gave Saint a nod in greeting. “Saint, if you could grab him a chair–”

“Certainly.” Saint interrupted, hurrying past them to the kitchen table. He grabbed a chair while Osiris led Crow further into the kitchen and flipped on all the lights. “What happened?” He set the chair down in the center of the space, taking Crow’s shoulders and guiding him back to it.

“We were working on a prototype. Something that might be able to give Nimbus more warning for Vex incursions on Neomuna.” Crow explained, dropping down into the chair. Saint stood behind the chair and held onto his shoulders as Osiris washed his hands at the sink, then knelt in front of him. He took Crow’s hand in his own, carefully drawing back the cloth to look at the injury. “Osiris was working on the software and I was doing the hardware and I slipped while I was holding a sharp piece of metal.”

After a lull in his scouting duties, Crow had accompanied Osiris to Neptune on one of his trips back a few weeks ago. The result had been Crow and Nimbus becoming fast friends, the Hunter beginning to learn Strand, and Crow jumping headfirst into helping organize Guardian scouting efforts on Neptune.

Saint watched Osiris frown down at the cut on Crow’s hand, a gash across the width of his palm. He inspected it carefully, gently pushing on one side of the gash to see the extent of the damage. Saint felt Crow’s shoulders tense under his hands as Crow’s body went rigid, a quiet noise of pain escaping him.

“Where is Glint?” He squeezed Crow’s shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into the tension in the hopes of relaxing the Hunter at least minutely. After a moment, Crow leaned back into his hands, puffing out a breath as he tried to relax his body.

“He’s on Titan, with the Guardian. I was planning on spending all day in the city and he wanted to go see what the dives were like so we both figured it would be fine if he went.” Crow’s features shifted into a frown, his voice softening. “He seemed really excited. I don’t want to have to call him back just for this.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Osiris told him. He retrieved the white cloth, covering Crow’s wound again and taking Crow’s free hand to place it over the cloth. “Hold that there, I’ll be right back.”

He rose, disappearing into his and Saint’s bedroom. Crow pushed the cloth down onto his hand and let out a heavy breath, dropping his head to lean against the back of the chair. He smiled weakly up at Saint.

“How were the Trials?” He asked, Saint having just returned from the Tower after a day of overseeing matches.

“Excellent as usual.” Saint told him, though he eyed Crow’s hand from where he stood behind Crow's chair. “The Guardians continue to show great promise.” He slid his hands down Crow’s shoulders slightly, wringing a little more tension from them. “I am sorry you are in pain.”

Crow shook his head weakly. “It’s nothing, really.”

Saint eyed the cloth Crow was pressing into his hand, splotched red with blood. “It does not look like nothing.”

“It’s my fault, anyways. I should have been more careful.” Saint watched Crow’s head drop, studying the wound on his hand as he hunched slightly.

“Accidents happen, Crow. It is alright.” Saint reminded him, wrapping an arm around Crow’s chest. He pulled the Hunter into a loose hug, Crow’s uninjured hand coming up to hold Saint’s arm. He pressed his head into Crow’s shoulder and Crow leaned his head against Saint’s, holding tight to his arm. Saint held him for a long minute, looking up when Osiris’ footsteps sounded, coming back from the hallway. He pressed a kiss to Crow’s temple as the Hunter let go of his arm, Saint’s hands returning to Crow’s shoulders as Osiris set a first aid kit beside Crow’s chair.

“Thankfully, the cut isn't too deep. I believe we can make do until Glint returns.” Osiris told them, taking Crow’s hand once more. “We should wash out the wound first. Come with me to the sink.” He helped Crow rise from the chair and Saint stayed back as Osiris led him over to the sink. “This might sting.” He warned.

Saint watched Osiris wash Crow’s hands in his own, cleaning the wound carefully with soap and cool water. Crow winced, breathing deep while his body tensed from the pain. Saint handed Osiris a few paper towels when he’d shut the water off, toweling off his own hands and patting Crow’s wound dry before he shepherded him back to the chair.

“Saint, would you mind helping me with this?” Osiris asked, drawing a set of adhesive strips from the first aid kit. Saint hurried to wash his hands and joined his partner beside Crow’s chair.

Osiris instructed Saint to pinch Crow’s wound closed, and carefully, he laid the strips over the cut, holding it together in a butterfly stitch. He laid a piece of gauze over the stitches, then wrapped Crow’s palm in a length of bandage.

“How does that feel?” He asked, meeting Crow’s eyes.

“Good.” Crow told him, giving Osiris a small nod. “Thank you.”

Osiris smiled, and set to cleaning up the scraps of the bandages.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble,” Crow murmured, rising from the chair. “I hope I didn’t get blood on the prototype.”

Osiris just rolled his eyes, depositing the scraps in the trash and returning to Crow. He pulled him into an abrupt hug.

“Stop apologizing.” The former Warlock told him, his voice colored with fondness. Saint felt himself smile softly when Crow blushed, but leaned into Osiris’ hold.

“Sorry.” Crow murmured on reflex, if the darkening blush on his cheeks was any indication.

“Crow.” Osiris chided. Saint wrapped his arms around the pair, shushing Crow before he could voice another apology. Crow leaned his head into Saint’s shoulder as Osiris leaned up, pressing a kiss to Saint’s jaw. Saint pressed a kiss to the top of Crow’s head, then Osiris’s, and he felt the Hunter sigh into his embrace, his body finally relaxing.

“Thank you.” Crow breathed into the soft quiet between them.

If Saint and Osiris proceeded to spoil him for the rest of the night, Saint was sure the Hunter wouldn’t fault them for it.

#destiny 2 #destiny fanfiction #destiny osiris #destiny saint 14 #destiny crow #demiwrites #June 2023 Writing Challenge

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omniseurs-blog · 9 months ago

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Hello, welcome to my blog, I am Omniseur. I plan to mostly talk about learning, various topics I'm interested in, self improvement, and mental health, though currently I mostly talk about my personal experiences with having a severe mental illness (smi) and events happening in my life.

I am interested in:

- Languages/linguistics/conlangs

- History, especially around the Mediterranean sea (Romans, Greeks, Jews, Arabs, Egyptians, Moors, etc.)

- Psychology/Pharmacology/Neurology

- Art/Drawing/Painting/Digital art

- Computers/programming/software/hardware

- plants/gardening

- self sustainability/survival tactics

My hobbies are:

- traditional & digital art (sci-fi/cyberpunk and tolkeinesque fantasy based characters, semirealism)

- knitting & crocheting

- large scale historical recreations Minecraft

- creating languages (conlangs)

- programming (learning Java for Minecraft mods, plan on learning C++/C#)

I am diagnosed with, and/or talk about:

- schizoaffective bipolar

- ADHD

- PTSD

- generalized anxiety disorder

- non suicidal self harm

Not diagnosed, may talk about:

- Autism

- addiction

- BPD

Future projects I plan on doing:

- creating (a) game(s)

-- a fun and interactive language learning game

-- a single player grindfest RPG that likely wont appeal to a massive audience

-- a game about schizophrenia

- creating a sci-fi/cyberpunk fantasy graphic novel taking place in a ecocapitalist theocratic democracy spread across multiple planets and species with heavy themes of inequality, racism/specieism, addiction, and corporate manipulation/monopolization

- a recreation of the city of Alexandria, Egypt during ptolemaic control when the library of Alexandria was at its peak, in minecraft(current work in progress)

- a forest with a giant tree at its center, functioning as a library/learning resource for (almost) any living or dead language that is learnable (languages such as linear A and B will be included but not learnable)

- recreations of other important libraries and the cities/towns they resided in throughout the world and throughout history, including Africa, pre-colonial Americas, India/Western Asia, east Europe, island nations, Australia, and lesser considered countries, in Minecraft.

- Minecraft mods to expand on books past their 100 page limit, add ability to upload txt and pdf files directly into books, categorize books/add a pinakes book with functions to lead you to the right book and automatically categorize books when you type the title into the pinakes, add horse drawn wagons (storage, single person, and multiple person wagons), add papyrus paper, papyrus stylus, papyrus "book" shelf, clay tablets, chiselable/"writeable"/"paintable" stone and related blocks blocks, and preset Greek/roman/egyptian sculptures

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tudip123 · 1 year ago

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Unlocking Business Potential: The Power of Enterprise Software Development

In the ever-evolving landscape of technology, businesses are constantly seeking innovative solutions to stay ahead of the competition. One such transformative force is enterprise software development. This dynamic field has become the cornerstone for organizations looking to streamline operations, enhance efficiency, and drive overall growth.

Introduction:

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Integration for Seamless Operations:

Modern businesses rely on a multitude of tools and systems to operate efficiently. Enterprise software development facilitates the integration of diverse applications, creating a cohesive digital ecosystem. This interoperability not only enhances overall efficiency but also provides a holistic view of the business, enabling better decision-making.

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Scalability for Growth:

As businesses evolve, so do their requirements. Enterprise software developed with scalability in mind can adapt to the changing needs of an organization. Whether it's accommodating a growing user base, expanding functionality, or integrating with new technologies, scalable solutions future-proof businesses against unforeseen challenges.

Conclusion:

Enterprise software development is not merely a technological investment; it's a strategic imperative for businesses aspiring to thrive in today's competitive landscape. From enhancing efficiency to fostering innovation, the power of bespoke software solutions is unparalleled. As businesses navigate the digital era, embracing enterprise software development is the key to unlocking their full potential. It's time to transform challenges into opportunities and pave the way for a future where technology propels businesses to unprecedented heights.

#software development #software #services #digital marketing services #enterprise software development

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taperwolf · 2 years ago

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When I was browsing at a local thrift store, I came across something that I might have picked up — if I didn't already have one in storage somewhere.

This is the Sony Watchman FD-C290 TV/Radio alarm clock. It has an LED clock display, an AM/FM radio, and a tiny television. You'd expect something of this size to be a little LCD display, and ten or twenty years later you'd be right — but this little guy came out in the late 1980s, so those didn't exist. No, this thing has a CRT.

(This photo is taken from a teardown of the related FD-20 by experimental-engineering.co.uk .)

Now, the story of how I came to have one of these is a bit odd. My senior year in high school — 1993-4 — I got together with another guy in my class to do a science fair project. Now, we were in rural Wyoming, and it was pretty rare for even people in big cities to have access to the internet, but our bright idea was to build a virtual reality setup.

I'd picked up a book with a CD attached which included a software package called Rend386, which would display, in real time and on 80386 and 80486 PCs, very constrained virtual worlds. These were incredibly simple, of course; to my memory it was primitive-based, where you could define cubes, cylinders, and spheres, and combine those into more complex shapes, with a degree of animation and interactivity possible. I don't think there were hardware 3d graphics available yet at all in the PC world, so this was all running on incredibly overtaxed CPUs. But it did give a glimpse of what VR would become.

The software supported two bits of repurposed game hardware: the active 3d glasses Sega made for the Master System, and the Nintendo Power Glove. By some coincidence, those two items, and a couple of Sony Watchmans (one standalone and one in a clock radio), were standing dusty on the electronics shelf of the local Ben Franklin/Ace Hardware, and by further coincidence my mom worked there at the time; she talked her boss into discounting the stuff to be purchasable by our meager funds.

The glasses worked by blocking one eye, then the other, while you looked at a screen that showed the scene from each eye's viewpoint in synchrony. The PowerGlove worked by having bend sensors to detect your hand making a fist, and ultrasonic sensors to detect its position in 3d space. The book gave directions for building a circuit to interface the two to a PC, which my friend followed, since he was the one who knew how to solder. (I wouldn't learn until decades later.) And this all actually worked, most of the time — you could steer your avatar, rendered by a single floating hand, around the simple world via joystick, see everything in 3d, and pick up and drop designated objects by moving your hand into them and making a fist. Of course, the frame rate was terrible, and using the glasses cut that in half, but it was all pretty exciting at the time. One of the big demos was navigating around some objects and walking onto a Ferris wheel, which would lift you up in the air and everything.

The book had some stuff about getting two VGA cards to run on the same machine, in order to output the two stereo views at the same time, and to use expensive displays and optics to create a head-mounted display. But our quick-and-dirty plan was to take the VGA signal from the computer, convert that down to NTSC video and use an RF modulator to put it on a TV channel, and feed it into the two Watchmans, which we'd affix to the glasses, one attached over each eye; they'd both be showing both views, but you'd only be able to see the proper ones. Unfortunately, we ran out of time and technical skills, and the science fair hit when we were still displaying on a big CRT. We actually went to the state science fair with that project, though it didn't get much love from the judges there.

I inherited most of the equipment afterwards — my friend claimed the standalone Watchman — and I'm not entirely sure if I still have the PowerGlove or not. But I do have the clock radio. Somewhere.

#vintage electronics #sony watchman #virtual reality #rend386 #science fair

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Custom Web Application Development : A Complete Guide

Custom web application development is the art and science of creating unique, purpose-built software solutions that cater precisely to the distinct needs of businesses or organizations. App Ringer, our commitment to excellence in custom web application development is unwavering. We understand that every enterprise has its own set of challenges and goals, and that’s why we offer a personalized approach to crafting web applications. Our team of skilled developers at App Ringer collaborates closely with clients, conducting in-depth consultations to comprehend their specific requirements and objectives. We convert these insights into fully customized web applications via a painstaking process of planning, coding, and deployment. Through the utilization of state-of-the-art technologies and creative design, we guarantee that our clients obtain not only a resolution but also a competitive edge in the digital domain. At App Ringer, we take pride in creating custom web apps that not only satisfy our clients’ specific needs but also go above and beyond their expectations, giving them a strong tool to succeed in the fast-paced commercial world of today.

Let’s break the whole term- custom web application word by word and look at its meaning.

Custom :- It indicates that the product has been carefully chosen to meet the unique needs and fundamental objectives of the company, which are reflected in its features, design, and user experience.

Web :- Web means that the product can be used over the internet without the need for users to download, update, or set it up themselves in order to access all of its features.

Application :- Unlike informational websites that primarily display data, the product includes specific features and a two-way interaction. Thus, a unique digital product that can be accessible online and offers users a variety of capabilities and interaction opportunities is a custom web application.

Types of Web Applications

Customized E-Commerce Websites :- Websites for online shopping that are specially designed to fit the requirements and brand of a company are known as customized e-commerce websites. Customized e-commerce websites are constructed from the bottom up, taking into account the distinct goods, services, and objectives of the company, in contrast to generic e-commerce templates. From the user interface to the checkout procedure, every aspect of these websites’ development and design is focused on delivering a smooth and customized user experience. Customization enables companies to highlight their distinctive brand, add particular features, and solve particular problems that might not be solved by off-the-shelf solutions. Whether it’s adding sophisticated features for product searches, optimizing the checkout process, or creating a distinctive look that captures the essence of the brand, a customized e-commerce website guarantees a custom solution that fits the goals of the company, increases user engagement, and eventually propels online success.

Customized Content Management Systems (CMS) :- Solutions specifically designed to manage, create, and arrange digital material on websites or other online platforms are referred to as customized content management systems, or CMS. Customized CMS systems, as opposed to off-the-shelf solutions, are made especially to satisfy the particular needs and preferences of a company or organization. User permissions, publication workflows, and content production are all made flexible by this degree of personalization. Companies can customize features and functionalities to meet their unique requirements, which improves efficiency and harmonizes with their branding in content management. Scalability is another benefit of customized CMS solutions; it lets companies grow and change their online presence as their demands change. A customized content management system (CMS) enables organizations to have a content management system that not only fits their current needs but also evolves with them over time, offering a more seamless and effective content management experience. Features such as personalized interfaces, user-friendly content editing tools, and integrations that match the specific goals of the business.

Integrated Web Applications :- One kind of software solution that unifies several systems and functionalities into a single, coherent platform is called an integrated web application. Through the seamless integration of many tools and components, these apps are intended to optimize corporate operations. Databases, software programs, and services are frequently linked together in web applications through integration to produce a more cohesive and effective digital environment. A customer relationship management (CRM) system and an e-commerce platform can be integrated, or features and functionalities can be improved by integrating third-party APIs. Enhanced collaboration, process automation, and a more cohesive and user-friendly experience for end users and organizations are the objectives of integrated web apps. By utilizing the advantages of various tools and systems, this strategy enables businesses to increase productivity and enhance overall performance in the digital environment.

Social Networking Websites :- Social networking websites are online platforms designed to facilitate social interaction, collaboration, and content sharing among individuals or groups. These websites provide users with the ability to create personal profiles, connect with friends or colleagues, and share various types of content such as text posts, images, videos, and links. Popular examples include Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and Instagram. Social networking sites often feature tools for communication, such as private messaging, comments, and discussion forums, allowing users to engage in real-time conversations. They are important for bringing individuals together who share interests, creating a sense of community, and acting as effective instruments for networking on both a personal and professional level. Furthermore, social networking sites are essential for the distribution of material since they let users share news, trends, and updates with a larger audience. Social networking sites serve a variety of functions and have different dynamics. These include content creation, professional networking, socializing, and brand marketing. These platforms have grown to be an essential component of the digital environment, impacting worldwide connections and interactions between people and corporations as well as defining online communication.

Mobile Apps :- Software applications created especially to operate on mobile devices like smartphones and tablets are known as mobile apps. These applications are designed to offer consumers a variety of features, services, or entertainment straight on their mobile devices. App shops, like Google Play for Android smartphones and the Apple App Store for iOS devices, are where mobile apps may be downloaded and installed. Numerous uses for mobile apps exist, such as social networking, productivity, gaming, education, health and fitness, and more. They are created for many mobile operating systems, the most well-known of which are Android (Google) and iOS (Apple).Coding, design, and testing are all part of the process of developing mobile apps to make sure the user experience is seamless. Apps may improve functionality and user interaction by utilizing device features like touchscreens, accelerometers, GPS, and cameras. They might also provide synchronization with internet services and offline functionality.With mobile applications, you can easily access information, services, and entertainment while on the go, making them an indispensable aspect of modern living. As mobile technology develops and developers come up with creative ways to satisfy different customer wants and preferences, their importance only grows.

Web Service :- A web service is a software program created to facilitate data interchange and communication via the internet between various programs or systems. It offers a common interface via which many software applications can communicate with one another, independent of the platforms, technologies, or programming languages they may employ. In order to simplify communication, web services usually adhere to a set of standards and protocols, such as SOAP (Simple Object Access Protocol) or HTTP (Hypertext Transfer Protocol). Web services are frequently employed in service-oriented architectures (SOAs), where they are essential for creating systems that are both scalable and interoperable. Web services can be broadly classified into two categories: SOAP-based services and RESTful (Representational State Transfer) services. While SOAP services are more formal and provide a defined means for applications to communicate structured data, RESTful services are renowned for their simplicity and are frequently utilized in web development.Different programs can be integrated together and share data, functionality, and services with ease thanks to web services. They are essential to the development of contemporary software and websites because they make it easier to create dispersed, networked systems that can effectively communicate and work together via the internet.

Online Communities :- Different programs can be integrated together and share data, functionality, and services with ease thanks to web services. They are essential to the development of contemporary software and websites because they make it easier to create dispersed, networked systems that can effectively communicate and work together via the internet.

Benefits of Creating a Custom Product

Unique features :- Custom web apps are distinguished by their special features made to meet the demands of particular industries. These applications, in contrast to off-the-shelf options, are precisely designed to provide customized features that meet the specific needs of the customer. Custom web apps provide particular features such as customized user interfaces, workflows, and integrations that improve performance and user experience. These programs provide companies with skills that help them stand out in their respective markets, such as personalized data management systems and distinctive reporting tools. Custom web applications are distinctive because of their ability to scale and adapt to changing business needs. This gives them a competitive advantage in the digital market.

Scalability :- Custom web apps are known for their scalability, which highlights their capacity to expand and change to meet changing business requirements. These applications are made to easily grow in terms of both functionality and performance, in contrast to one-size-fits-all solutions. Without sacrificing effectiveness, custom web apps may handle larger data quantities, more features, and a growing user base. Because of its scalability, companies can grow their online presence without being constrained by set parameters. Custom web apps offer a base that can easily and efficiently scale, making them perfect for enterprises with dynamic and evolving requirements, whether they are dealing with increased user traffic or introducing new features.

Independence :- You have more control over an app when you build it yourself and don’t have to worry about external suppliers’ decisions regarding price or other matters. Building an app from scratch finally gives you the option to install it on your servers rather than using a cloud service, even though security standards occasionally prohibit the usage of cloud alternatives.

Reusability :- You can effectively use your backend code if you want to develop the next digital product with at least half of the same functionality at some point. As a result, the development will go more quickly and economically. As a result, creating a personalized digital product requires more money and effort. It fits your business needs, yet it’s worth the initial investment in the long run.

How to Build a Custom Web App

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Creating a personalized web application is a liberating experience that enables you to bring your original concepts to life digitally. It is possible to develop a customized solution that precisely matches your company’s requirements with meticulous planning and implementation. Let’s get started on the detailed steps involved in creating a unique web application.

1. Define Your Objectives

Clearly state the objectives and purpose of your online application.

Determine who the intended audience is and what needs they have.

Describe the essential elements and capabilities needed for success.

2. Choose the Right Technology Stack

Front-end and Back-end development, pick a programming language and framework that operate well together.

Select a suitable database to handle and keep your data.

Think about things like community support, security, and scalability.

3. Wireframing and Prototyping

Make wireframes to see how the user will navigate through the app.

Create prototypes in order to test the user interface and get preliminary input.

So, to make the design process go more quickly, use programs like Sketch or Figma.

4. Front-End Development

Write JavaScript, CSS, and HTML code for the user interface.

For efficiency, make use of front-end frameworks like Angular or React.

For a consistent user experience across devices, make sure your design is responsive.

5. Back-End Development

Create the server-side logic and put the database design into action.

Select a back-end framework and programming language that meet the needs of your project.

Prioritize building a dependable and expandable back-end system.

6. Database Integration

Integrate a database to effectively store and retrieve data.

Create a database schema that complements the data structure of your program.

To handle data effectively, use CRUD (Create, Read, Update, Delete) activities.

7. Testing and Quality Assurance

Test thoroughly in order to find and address bugs.

Put user acceptability, integration, and unit testing into practice.

Make that the performance, security, and functionality of the app fulfill the required requirements.

8. Deployment and Hosting

Select a reputable web host to launch your application.

Set up the domain settings and make sure the security is adequate.

Track the app’s functionality after it has been deployed.

Cost of Building a Custom Web Application

A custom web application’s cost is a complex issue that is influenced by a number of variables. The intricacy of the project, including its features, functions, and scope, is a crucial factor in deciding costs. The total cost is also greatly influenced by the technology stack selected, the complexity of the design, and the user experience requirements. The budget may also be impacted by the requirement for scalable architecture, extensive testing procedures, and the incorporation of sophisticated functionality. Costs are also influenced by the development team’s location, communication tools, and project management efficiency. Other components that go into the expenditure include infrastructure needs, hosting options, security protocols, and continuing upkeep. It’s critical to see the expense as an investment in developing a special, customized solution that closely matches the demands and goals of the organization, rather than merely an outlay of cash. A reasonable budget that accurately represents the true cost of creating a bespoke web application will be ensured by working with knowledgeable developers and carrying out a thorough project evaluation.

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