trading in danger

This book is kickass.    If you like sci-fi full of action plus interstellar intrigue and awesome female heroines, then go get Elizabeth Moon’s Vatta’s War series.    The book above, Trading in Danger, is the first of the 5-book series.    I pretty much spent the entire long weekend reading through this series and you know, it’s the best damn weekend I’ve had in a long while.

Eras of the Post-Apocalypse

Civilization has fallen. Whether it’s a mystical ritual gone horribly wrong, an invasion of barbarians, or a worldwide nuclear TPK, the world is thrown into chaos. But, as Pete “Sneaky Bastard” Baelish once said, chaos is a ladder, not a spiral. Will your characters climb that ladder?
One major consideration, though; how long ago was the Great Apocalyptic Event? This can affect what resources and enemies, if any, are present. Nuclear war leads to radiation zones that wear down over time. The same can be said of magical wards and manifest zones. Technology and/or magical artifacts might still be ready to be used (and the characters being young enough to know how they work). And most importantly, communities need time to regroup and rebuild. The eras listed below are left vague and general- they are mostly a form of “shorthand” for DMs to give their players an idea of what the game world is like.

This era takes place on the ruins of society. The Event that destroyed civilization probably occurred within memory of most of the adult inhabitants of the world (assuming they’re human in aging). It could’ve been last month, it could have been twenty years ago- either way, society is destroyed.
Buildings still stand, damaged but largely intact. Technological devices will be damaged but still functioning. Multi-charged and single use pre-Event magic items, such as scrolls and potions, will be available. Fuel, food, batteries, and ammunition will be available to those who are good at scavenging. As the scavengers pick the area clean, however, people eventually turn to raiding to get what they want.
Lawful society is highly disorganized if set in the decentralized modern setting, but in the medieval setting, communities will be largely unaffected, instead becoming insular and looking to their own defenses. With the lack of an armed central authority, however, bandit gangs will become more common, and travel eventually grinds to a crawl due to the danger.

Generation Zero
In this era, multiple decades to a century have passed since the Event. Only the oldest survivors remember what life was like before the collapse of the old kingdom, but most adults were born after the Event. Pre-Event items will be closely guarded and uncommon, and the people who can maintain and repair them are dying off. The ruins still stand, although they are more dangerous than ever due to erosion. Not that you’d want to go there anyway- it’s probably full of monsters and picked clean of useful stuff by now.
Society has begun rebuilding in small, fortified or hidden settlements. Some come under control of brutal warlords, while others look to a town sheriff if they’re lucky. These settlements are always self-sufficient, but may trade with their neighbors depending on geography and the dangers of the roads. Scavenger bands are rare now; everyone on the road is most likely a bandit or a raider. These gangs prey upon the weak and hide from the strong. Only the heartiest souls wander the land, but their occupation is perilous as hell.

Dark Ages
At least a century has past since the Event, and only the elders of the Elves remember the old kingdom. Everyone else remembers the old world only in the form of semi-mythical stories, handed down word-of-mouth from the previous generations. While the ruins of the ancients may still stand, and the most perilous of them will contain hidden treasures, what remains of the old kingdom’s magic and/or technology is incomprehensible to the current inhabitants of the world. It is possible that pre-Event relics remain, but the people who guard and maintain them have only a vague notion of how they work.
Society has grown beyond simple survival. Trade goods are made. Records are kept, art is created, music is composed, and people develop new mystical traditions. Travel increases with trade, but the dangers of the previous era have not gone away. Warlords covet any settlement that prospers, and vast wildernesses remain. Given luck, skill, and time, these warlords can become the kings of the new kingdoms that are rising.

New World
Many centuries, to perhaps a millennium or more, have passed since the Event. Only the immortal undead remember the old kingdom (assuming their brains are intact). Legends tell of civilization wrought low, but the details are sketchy and sometimes embellished. If anything remains and is still functional, no one knows properly how it works. Simple technology, or even the customs and rituals of the old kingdom, are mysteries to the current inhabitants of the world.
The ruins of the ancients remain as worn-out monuments or buried memories, if they still stand at all. At this point, the old kingdom is merely a backdrop element that explains all the mysterious ruins in the countryside, and little else.
Society has formed into what could be considered a new civilization, although it is likely primitive and more violent than it’s ancestor civilization. Vast regions remain unpopulated and lawless, but other areas have come under the control of small nation-states and independent city-states, usually ruled by warriors or priests of some stripe.

memory/desire: part iii

title: memory/desire
summary: When Adrien is seventeen, Ladybug dies. Nearly six years later, Marinette Dupain-Cheng comes home to Paris. (ao3)    

// previous

march, 2017

Stay back, I’ll call you when I’ve got the akuma.

The girl nods jerkily, scrambling to find cover. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, Plagg hisses in his mind, but Chat Noir doesn’t care. It has been two and a half weeks, and every night Chat fruitlessly chases any trail that might lead him to Hawk Moth. Before, he and Ladybug had simply reacted; now, Adrien hunts.

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anonymous asked:

whatever tech it is that lets overwatch cars float, some clever clogs in junkertown wired it to work with solar. Little nippy hoverbikes (roadhog just likes the retro aesthetic) and big floating mechs. Little tablets that might not be hooked up to the internet but can store info on trading routes and potential dangers. A new renaissance for radio and the written word. Pony express for written mail on aforementioned hoverbikes. Why dont more people have FUN with junkertown HCs?

oh my god junkertown hoverbike pony express is god tier

i think junkertown would have it’s own network, some nodes connect to satellite global internet maybe. but it’s slow, and the bandwidth is much more useful for trading with outside caravans off the grid, or looking up outside information.

the average user has a small net of junkertown sites and connections, or uses it to communicate across town. like old lab or uni networks

…that means. there is. probably a junkertown grindr. max

anonymous asked:

The doubles trade station is a potencial danger for our ranks, if you think about it trading 30 items with 100 points of charm/trend for 5 pieces of rare means that you need to trade 60 items (6000 points charm/trend) for 1500 points of charm. In conclusion is not a good idea trade doubles if they have any value.

during the event, I agree! but after the event is over and the charm from those gacha is irrelevant, All Bets Are Off honestly

What makes Intelligence Agents tick? (Part one)

There are certain aspects that are considered the building blocks of intelligent agents. Unlike the average man these agents view the world in a novel lens. Their effective habit system alters their perception profoundly. They are capable of extracting information from the most devious sources. They always make the best of what they have, and they pay a lot of attention to details. Their line of trade is rather dangerous at times. That is why it is absolutely crucial to be always ready, prepared and vigilant of your surroundings.

How does one adopt an effective Situational Awareness habit?

This habit can take the toll on you, if you do not know where and how to look. Being constantly observant is very tiring, it exerts the brain’s resources immensely. Selective attention is always advised whenever attempting to observe the outer/external environment. In this article I will be discussing Observation and how to utilize it towards your best interest.

1. Observation

There are two types of observation modes:

a. Passive Observation (Being one’s default mode)

b. Active Observation (Conscious awareness)

The default state in which we observe the world around us is the passive mode. Through which you take the relevant data (enough to let you survive the time being) surrounding you, and comprehend it in the simplest of ways. The world is a very dangerous place, full of potential risks. The passive observation mode let’s you operate accordingly, while maintaining awareness for potential danger. Take for example the sound of the banging engine that takes you by surprise, you automatically direct your attention towards that source to assess the threat. If it proves to be a false alarm, you ease your tension. However, unlike the passive mode, the active mode provides you with a sense of proactive, it makes you aware of potential threats that may arises, dangers that normally would bypass your naive passive observation operator. Through the active mode you are willingly analyzing most of the influencing factors in your surrounding environment, and dismissing all that is irrelevant of course, this can take it’s toll on one’s brain power. That is why it is advised to hone the method of selective attention, as mentioned before. There are a few tips that may get you started with this habit. 


- Close your eyes and try to memorize every detail in your surrounding area (It would be advised to try this with a familiar room/area)

- Open your eyes again and see how many have you missed. You should find a good some of important information that slipped your attention.


Whenever you enter a premise, try to keep track of the following: 

1. Where are the exist

2.How many windows

3. How many people are in the room

4. What is the layout of the room

5. Observe people’s micro expression

6. Observe the people’s behavior and body language as they interact with one another

7. Observe the clothes of the people (There is a world of information in how someone dresses themselves)

I will be discussing further points in the upcoming article.


~Broken Ch. 3~


AUTHOR: bookwarm85

WHICH JAI/CHARACTER: Eric Coulter & OFC (Aeryn Johnson)

GENRE: Drama/Action/Romance

FIC SUMMARY: Emma Johnson knew in order to survive her father…she had to leave her faction. But when she enters Dauntless she quickly gains the attention of a certain leader…Eric. Did she trade one danger for another? Will she be broken?

RATING: MA (Thematic material and mentions of past abuse)

WORDS: 2,429

NOTES/WARNINGS: Here you guys go…Enjoy!! I included a video at the end.

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“Alright listen up initiates” Eric announced

“Today you’ll be fighting each other, this will affect your ranking so don’t lose,” he said walking over to Four.

“Shade into the ring” Four instructs I reluctantly make a way to the center of the ring.

“Will” Eric calls with a sinister smile

“But she’s my best friend,” Will says hesitantly

“ Get in there” Eric ordered

“Shade” Will started walking up to me

“It’s fine,” I told him

We took our stances, I held my fist out for a fist bump.

“Fight” Eric yelled.

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~Broken Ch. 2~


AUTHOR: bookwarm85

WHICH JAI/CHARACTER: Eric Coutler & OFC (Aeryn Johnson)

GENRE: Drama/Action/Romance

FIC SUMMARY: Emma Johnson knew in order to survive her father…she had to leave her faction. But when she enters Dauntless she quickly gains the attention of a certain leader…Eric. Did she trade one danger for another? Will she be broken?

RATING: MA (Thematic material and mentions of past abuse)

WORDS: 1,714

NOTES/WARNINGS: Okay, here is the second chapter folks, I apologize if it moves a little slow in the beginning, I was trying to establish a rapport between Eric and Shade. Please vote, comment and follow. Love you guys. I’ve also included the youtube video that inspired me to write this. Hope you enjoy it!!


 Missed a Chapter? Catch up here: A/N Ch. 1

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Title: Magnitude

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Ed/Oswald

Word Count: 5641

Warnings: Unbeta’d, virginity, anal sex, blowjob, insecurity, body issues, more insecurity, lame riddles, fluff, seriously just way too long

Notes: This is *way* too long for what was initially just supposed to be sorta fluffy porn. I hope you guys like anyways. I’m sorry it took so long to get another fic out! Hopefully next time I won’t lose my shit and write so goddamned much for a simple thought, haha.

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According to science, vaping has helped millions of people quit smoking

A study published in the journal Addiction looked at e-cigarette usage in 28 European countries, and found that millions of EU citizens quit smoking with the use of e-cigarettes Vaping is an industry that allows cigarette addicts to trade in dangerous tobacco for “e-liquids,” but there’s an alarming reason why many smokers still don’t vape.

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threadsketchy-deactivated201607  asked:

What are your thoughts on AU 'verse Anakin and Luke relating as pilots? In all the "Anakin lives" fics and meta I've come across over the years, I've never really seen anything touching upon them bonding over flying together, something they both love doing and do so well.

Buckle up, friend, because I have a lot of thoughts on this.

So first, a couple of important factors to keep in mind:

1. “The best pilot in the galaxy,” is perhaps the oldest and strongest association Luke has with the idea of his father. He idolized Anakin Skywalker the pilot long before he idolized (or even knew about) Anakin Skywalker the Jedi.

2. Anakin hasn’t really done much flying in years. Yes, there was the Death Star run, but that seemed more like the exception that proved the rule. Most of the time, he seems to be either commanding a Star Destroyer or else simply moving from mission to mission, and always in a shuttle piloted by someone else.

So this means, I think, that the first time they go flying together they’re both going to be really nervous (and both trying not to show it). Luke is going to be subconsciously worried about proving himself to his idol (his father, wow, he never thought he’d get this chance and he’s so excited but also what if his father, the greatest pilot in the galaxy, is disappointed?), and Anakin is going to be worried about living up to the image his son seems to have of him as a pilot (all the more important since he feels that he’s failed his son in literally every other aspect of his life).

I hinted at this just a tiny bit in The Guiding Winds, when Luke is startled and jerks the ship, then gets all flustered when Anakin silently laughs at him.

But I think once they get a bit more used to each other, there’s going to be a lot of teasing and ribbing and playful competition. They’re going to have fun together. Luke has a gift for bringing lightness and easy laughter to any situation, and that’s something Anakin desperately needs.

They will definitely go racing on Tatooine. They will trade notes on complex and dangerous maneuvers. They will fanboy over Artoo together. They will almost certainly end up heavily modifying the shuttle they took to Tatooine. (I do think Anakin has a greater interest in being a mechanic than Luke, but Luke’s certainly capable and he does enjoy it. Plus he’s never going to say no to a fun bonding experienced with his father.)

They probably have a lot of their heaviest conversations while working on the shuttle together. Anakin can handle those conversations a little better when he has something to do with his hands, and there’s probably a subconscious level at which the act of physically fixing something makes him feel less helpless about all of the emotional and psychological damage they’re talking about. And Luke is really good at reading his father’s emotional state and at picking up on his triggers. Fixing things is a coping mechanism, but it’s one of the healthier ones Anakin has, and its one of the best ways to help him reestablish normalcy after something has triggered him.

Now, I also have a headcanon that Leia loves racing speeder bikes. And a couple years down the road, when she’s opened herself up at least a little to the possibility of knowing her birth father (if only because Luke is always hanging around with him, and even though Luke would never say anything or ask anything of her, she can tell it’s becoming a strain on him, and she won’t do it for Anakin, but she will do it for Luke, precisely because he would never ask or expect her to), Leia and Anakin will race.

It’s a bit more genuinely competitive than the fun races Anakin and Luke have, especially on Leia’s part. She really wants to beat him. And then she does, and to her surprise, Anakin is just delighted. And Luke is a little bit in awe (and Han, who is definitely there to witness this, is having the most awkward boner).

After that three-way Skywalker races become pretty common. Who wins is a really open-ended question: they’re all equally skilled, and though none of them will admit it, who comes out ahead in any given race is mostly a matter of luck.

(Somewhere in the Force, ghost!Obi-Wan is facepalming.)

Anon requested: Prompt: When Sam Winchester went out to get a burger for Dean after curing him. Castiel went to sleep on the couch and Dean found him there and took him to bed and they cuddled. Please do this.

Dean woke up in his bed, sore and still tired, but he felt better than he had in a really long time.

They had finally gotten rid of the Mark after month and months of searching. They’d had to trade some dangerous Men of Letters information to Rowena for the cure, but it had worked. Crowley was hunting her now, she wouldn’t have long to use it.

Dean pulled himself from his bed and dragged down the hall to get something to drink. His aching muscles made the short trip seem like a million miles.

Dean pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and cracked it open. He gulped half the bottle down in one go. He looked at the counter and saw that there was a note in Sam’s handwriting on the counter.

Gone to pick up some burgers and beer. Be back soon.

Dean put the note down and walked toward the living room.

Cas was asleep on the couch, his jacket thrown over him like a blanket, snoring softly into the pillow. Dean smiled a little when a small noise slipped out of his mouth.

If he learned one thing from having the Mark, it was that he was done not living his life because of fear. He wasn’t going to be afraid of how he felt anymore.

“Cas,” He shook his arm lightly. “Cas, wake up.”

“Dean?” Cas blinked hard and looked blearily. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I want you to come to bed with me.”

“Dean–” Cas started to protest, but Dean stopped him.

“Cas, I’m tired and everything I got hurts like a bitch. I’m not asking again. Come on.”

He held out his hand and waited. Cas hesitated for a long moment before taking it.

Dean led him back down the hall to the rooms. Cas looked unsure of what to do once the bedroom door was closed behind them. Dean went to his side of the bed and laid down.

“Come here,” Dean said, patting the empty space. Cas shuffled forward and stretched out beside him.

Dean reached over and laid a hand on his hip, squeezing a little before he closed his eyes. Cas inched closer, little by little, and settled against Dean’s chest. Dean wrapped his arms tightly around him and pressed his cheek against his hair.

They were both asleep again in minutes.


Sam juggled the bag of burgers and fries and a six pack as he opened to door to the bunker.

“Guys, I’m back,” He called, coming down the stairs. When no one responded, he got concerned. Dean should have been awake by then, and where was Cas?

He put the bag and the beer down on the kitchen table, balling up his note when he passed by it, then continued on to the sleeping quarters.

“Dean, you up?” He knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open. He smiled a what he saw.

Dean and Cas were curled together as they slept, their legs and arms tangled together. Cas was nestled under Dean’s chin. They both looked peaceful.

“About damn time,” Sam said, with a small smile. He pulled the door shut and walked away. The burgers could wait.

themutantgene  asked:

For women and against the men who sell and buy them. x

themutantgene…are you new here?

a quick scan of the front page of your blog puts you clearly in the pretty-standard-rad-fem-camp (massive tw for transmisogyny for my followers, obvs), so I don’t feel too out of line assuming that what you mean by this message is a) support of end demand models and b) the eradication of the practice of trading sex, specifically as a goal worked on via separate and unique efforts from your efforts at ending capitalism (and ignoring the fact that post-capitalism, there will still be trade, and therefore people will still trade sex).  Please feel free to correct me if I’m incorrect in either of these assumptions. 

What you have put in my inbox, is either an oxymoron or a meaningless slogan (or both).

 Obviously, emotionally, you can feel whatever way you want to feel (I, personally, feel very in favor of my fellow sex workers of all genders, and harbor very few positive give-a-fucks for our clients, so theoretically, you and I aren’t necessarily that different).

 But. There is no way to take action against “the men who sell and buy women” without doing far worse harm to the people who trade sex, most especially the women who trade sex. The fact that criminalizing the client and not the worker puts the worker in a huge amount of danger while also not particularly dropping the demand for sexual services is hilariously well-established.  There’s plenty of information on my blog already tagged on that subject.  And even if you succeeded in dropping the demand, you would not actually solve the problems that lead us to choose to trade sex in the first place. (Again, even if you end capitalism. And obviously, putting any effort in to vanish the sex trades ahead of capitalism, or even specifically over other industries within capitalism, puts an already hugely vulnerable population in even more danger, and really belies any assertion of yours to be “for” us.) 

So either you just wanted to send me some emotional support — that you think I’m grand, but that the people who pay for my rent, and groceries, and the medical care for my family are disgusting, in which case, um, thanks (?) but maybe donate ten bucks to a DV shelter or to SWOP or something instead? 

Or you’re telling me that you don’t like thinking about the fact that punishing men is more important to you than protecting women.  In which case, ew. 

(OH AND WHILE I HAVE YOU HERE: nobody has bought or sold me. come on now, this is an even more basic failure of logic and understanding of commerce than the idea that you can stop people trading sex. Trading sex is not chattel slavery, and conflating the two is not only dangerous and insulting to people who trade sex, but deeply, deeply dangerous to people who are being exploited, coerced or enslaved. And further, if you erase my ability to consent to a sex act because a transaction occurs, then what recourse do I have when I am actually assaulted on the job? If you are “for” me and mine, why is that a desirable outcome?)


anonymous asked:

So all anti-sex work policies are at best dangerously misguided and at worst actively deadly. But I am curious what you think that feminist utopia would be like? Do you think there would still be sex work if people didn't need to worry about food and shelter? Personally I do, it just wouldn't be gendered so heavily. Wdyt?

Well, it’s awfully convenient for most abolitionists and swerfs that they don’t spend an awful lot of time talking about what this feminist utopia would look like in pragmatic terms, so it’s hard to say *exactly* what prozzie-ing would or would not look like after the revolution.  Maybe it coincides with the singularity, and we all spend our days in endless holodeck games, and there can’t be any prostitution because we all only interact with computer simulations.

Otherwise, I think that, as long as there is trade (whether or not there is capitalism), sex will be a thing that people will want to trade, and trade for.  Does the trade of sex look less dangerous, coercive and exploitative when people’s survival isn’t held hostage to our productivity? Sure, of course. If people have more of their needs met, they will do fewer undesirable things in order to meet those needs (whether or how much sex work would remain “undesirable” in this feminist utopia is of course also up for debate). There is an enormous surplus of labor in the world, which serves only the purpose of maximizing top-of-the-pyramid profits.  In a world where your basic survival is reasonably guaranteed, there is far less work happening in general, because we work way more than we need to do in order to create the required resources for living in comfort.  

(My guess is that you’d see waitressing disappear as a profession way before you’d see us eternally irrepressible prozzies hang up our heels.)