#INTRODUCING RESIDENTIAL PLOTS

[asktheoger]

Ask the Oger Mask Festival Event!

Hi hi everyone!! I’ve been waiting a long time for this event, and I can finally say, the event is all set up and coming soon!!!

What is it?

This is a yearly festival, celebrated by villagers all over the island! It’s also the one day a year Aya and her dads leave the mountain!

Many activities are available during the event, such as food stalls, fortune telling, carnival games, and fireworks!

The event will be hosted at the largest village on the island! Guests are free to roam the main streets, forest, shrine, and designated buildings and lots. If exploring the residential areas, please keep the noise level down. In addition to Aya and her dads, a new character will be introduced to the ATO cast! All Five will be available for asks! The event WILL have/lead into some plot relevance, so keep your eyes out for that! 👀

When is it?

The festival starts on September 1st and will end on October 1st! The event duration may be extended if needed.

Is there a dress code?

Yes! Visitors are encouraged to wear a yukata or kimono of sorts, and, if they have the ability to turn into a gijinka or human, take that form. MASKS ARE MANDATORY.

Who can join?

Anyone in the PokeAsk community can join!!

How can I join?

You can join simply by interacting with anyone attending/during the event! If you would like to receive an invitation to the event, please reply to this post or DM me and I will send one out to you!

The tag for the event will be ATOMaskFestival!

[otomefiend]

Story Event: Dark (What) If ~ Who are you in this twisted fairytale world? ~

Prologue

Kate is a very dutiful girl. Isekai'd into into a twisted reality, and all she thinks about is doing her job. 😂🤧

~~~

London, the glittering and prosperous capital of the United Kingdom under the reign of Her Majesty the Queen Victoria.

I was an ordinary citizen working to deliver mail in this city.

As such, I struggled to support my favourite past-time, a theatre, and afford tickets to plays I wanted to see.

(All right, all deliveries are done for today)

(A little more, and I can finally buy tickets for the next show...)

Kate: "I'm back."

Director: "Kate! Just when I need you... or maybe not, the streets are too dangerous at night..."

Kate: "What's going on?"

Director: "Well, there's an opening for nighttime deliveries, with us being short-staffed and all."

(That's it!)

Kate: "Please, allow me to take them."

~~~

After accepting the task, I found myself walking through the dimly lit residential areas.

(All that's left to do is delivering a letter to the bookshop manager)

(Oh, 'Kingsley Books'... here it is!)

Kate: "Excuse me, I'm working for the post office. I'm looking for the manager..."

(There's no one here. I guess I'll have to come back tomorrow... huh, what a place 👀)

I picked up a book that casually landed at my feet.

As if drawn to it, I opened the untitled tome.

Kate: "Gah...!"

The sudden gust of wind, then a blinding light enveloped me...

~~~

Beautiful longhaired man: "Welcome to the twisted fairytale world..."

Beautiful longhaired man: "A visitor... how marvellous!"

Ahead of me, a beautiful, long-haired figure awaited.

Kate: "...I was at the bookstore just now... and then..."

I had no idea where I was, nor who was the person in front of me.

All I knew was that this was not the bookshop I stepped into, and I still had work left to do.

Kate: "Umm, I'm in the middle of a delivery, so I'd like to go back to 'Kingsley Books' if possible."

Beautiful longhaired man: "That might be a smidge difficult."

Kate: "Eh?"

Beautiful longhaired man: "More precisely, I have no clue how to send you back."

The man, who introduced himself as Victor, smiled and proceeded with an explanation, trying to soothe my confused mind.

It transpired that the place I found myself in existed between two worlds, the world of the living and the fairytale world.

Kate: "......a fairytale world?"

Victor: "You must have been led here by the untitled tome. Don't you remember?"

Kate: "Indeed I was. Does this mean I got lost in a book?"

Victor: "That's right. You're a smart girl, quick on the uptake."

(I never thought that the adaptability I developed working for the post would be put to use in a place like this)

Kate: "But you... Victor, you mentioned earlier a 'twisted fairytale world'."

Victor: "Alice in Wonderland, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty..."

Victor: "Most fairy tales in the world have a fixed plot and normally lead to a happy ending."*

Victor: "However, the fairy tale world is currently in a state where the plot of the story has gone awry, chaos has reached its peak, and the endings are far from happy."

Kate: "...... How is that possible?"

Victor: "That's because... each fairytale is missing something."

Kate: "Missing something... What might it be?"

Victor: "I don't know that either."

Victor: "I suspect you've been brought here to find out."

(......... huh, then)

Kate: "When the missing piece is found, the distortion of the fairy tale world should be fixed, and the story will lead to a happy ending."

Kate: "My job in here will be done..."

Victor: "And you might be able to go back to your world, to reality."

(If that's my only chance, I might as well try)

(I'll find what's missing in this twisted fairytale world and correct the distortion. Then lead it to a happy ending with my own hands)

I was going to go back to my world and continue my delivery.

As I made up my mind, I could hear bells ringing in the distance.

Victor: "Ah, looks like it's time to wake up."

Victor: "Kate, reaching the best ending is now in your hands."

Victor: "...... come, let's send you to the twisted fairytale world."

~~~

*lies 😏 Original (pre disney) fairytales are anything but. Common folk loved dark stuff.

[minastras]

a match made in heaven jake sim's brain // heeseung

Your best friend Jake Sim has been trying to set you up with his floormate Heeseung for months. You finally agree to let him introduce you both at his fancy college’s party, but things don’t quite go as planned.

at a glance: gender-neutral reader, university au, fluff, zero plot

words: 6.8k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, date-rape drugs (no one gets drugged)

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You usually liked studying with your best friend Jake — he was good company and you helped each other out — but sometimes he was in a chatty mood and refused to shut the hell up. It made it hard to focus. Today was one of those days.

“I cannot possibly stress enough how much I don’t want to go,” you deadpanned after his third attempt to invite you to his party, trying to sound firm but coming across more like a petulant child than anything else.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Jake said, holding out his pinky finger to you over the table. You stared at his hand in distrust, but he was undeterred. He added, “and Heeseung will be there.”

“Who?”

“The guy I’m setting you up with? Keep up,” he chided, snapping his fingers. 

You put down your pen and held up one finger in protest. “I heard you. I meant I never actually agreed to that. You just suggested it.”

Heeseung was one of Jake’s friends who lived on the same floor as him. You’d never met him before — you didn’t run in the same circles — but Jake had been talking your ear off about him for the last two months. About him being “your dream man”, which made you mime throwing up every time Jake said it.

He grinned smugly at you. “And then you lost our bet,” he said, confident, knowing he had this argument in the bag. It wasn’t even a good one either. You two had bet on, of all things, the goddamn weather.

You sighed, much more dramatically than necessary, and locked your pinky with his. “Fine. I’ll go.” Curse you and your stupid code of honour that didn’t let you go back on your word.

——————————

Every step you took towards Jake’s college imbued you with more and more regret. Why did you always give in to him?

Jake was the last person you’d expected to become friends with. On the surface, he seemed like your stereotypical residential college, or resco, kid: smart, sociable, and rich. Before you met him, you’d never met a resco kid you liked. Maybe you were too judgemental, but you felt justified in your dislike of them. They were all bratty, entitled, stuck up, and painfully unaware of their privileges. Except him.

When you first met him, you were having a breakdown on the curb outside the diner where you worked. Your boss was cutting back your hours and you were a tenth of a GPA point away from losing your scholarship. You were starting to think you should just drop out. He was walking by with a few of his resco friends, and, out of the whole group, he was the only one who stopped to ask if you were alright. And he gave you his number.

You texted him when you got home that night, as he’d made you promise to do, thanking him for listening to your tragic tale of woe and apologising for the trouble. You didn’t really expect anything to come out of it. But by the next day, he’d secured you a second job picking up shifts at the campus bookstore. So, you thought as you arrived at his resco, that’s why you always gave into him.

The building was massive and ornate, with a perfectly landscaped front garden complete with a three-tiered marble fountain and a private tennis court. No matter how many times you visited it, it always stunned you. You steeled yourself and walked through the front door.

Instantly, you started searching for Jake. He’d promised he’d only make you stay long enough to meet Heeseung, and, if you really hated him (or the party), he’d bring you to McDonald’s.

“Y/N!” Jake emerged from the throng of partygoers and ran over to you with a can of beer in his hand. You felt your shoulders relax at the mere sight of him. He was beaming as he pulled you into a quick hug. “You came.”

“Of course I did. I promised,” you said. Before you could say anything else, the amorphous blob of partiers began pulling him back in. At least three different girls were trying to get his attention. You held your tongue and bit back a laugh.

“I’ll just be a minute,” he said apologetically, looking pointedly at one of the girls.

You took the hint. “It’s fine. You don’t have to babysit me,” you said, desperately wanting him to babysit you. He quickly disappeared, absorbed back into the crowd. You made your way to the kitchen, which seemed to be the least populated room on the ground floor. It was empty aside from one guy making himself a drink and two drunk girls whispering to each other at the kitchen island.

“Hey,” the guy said. It took you a while to realise he was talking to you. “I’m Hyeongjin. Can I get you a drink?”

You smiled. “Oh, I’m alright. But thank you.” Behind him, another guy had walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Are you sure? You look like you could use a drink.” He was clearly ignoring you because he’d already started pouring you something, although he seemed sober enough.

“No thanks. I don’t drink,” you said politely.

Hyeongjin took a step towards you and handed you a cup. “I made it just for you, so you have to take it,” he insisted, winking. This was why you didn’t like resco kids.

“I really would rather not,” you repeated, taking an equal step away. Your back hit the kitchen cabinet.

He forced the cup into your hand. “At least try it.”

The fridge door abruptly slammed shut. “Jin, they said no,” the fridge guy said firmly, subtly positioning himself between you and Hyeongjin. He took the cup from you and set it down on the counter. “Don’t drink that. He put something in it,” he told you, evidently having been observing this entire exchange. You weren’t going to anyway, but you nodded all the same.

“Fuck you, man. No, I didn’t,” Hyeongjin retorted, immediately turning combative.

“You did. I saw you.” Fridge guy reached forward, too quick to be blocked, and snatched a small blister pack of pale green pills out of Hyeongjin’s jacket pocket. One was missing. He held it up and set his jaw. “Are you done yet? Or are you going to keep denying it?”

Hyeongjin’s gaze flickered from you to fridge guy and then back to you. He looked like he was itching for a fight, but he soon left without another word. You exhaled.

Fridge guy turned back to you, all the anger in his eyes evaporating in an instant. You’d seen him in the foyer earlier with Jake. He was cute. Strikingly so, actually, enough to make you nervous. “Are you alright?”

“I’m good. Thank you for your help,” you said. He dismissed your thanks with a wide smile and a flick of his wrist. He’d looked scary earlier, cold and intimidating, but his smile was instantly disarming. “Sorry to bother you, but do you happen to know Jake Sim? He dragged me here tonight, and I don’t really know anyone else here.”

He laughed. “I think he might be in the games room. I’ll help you find him.” Fridge guy led the way, all the while checking on you constantly to make sure you were still following him. “So, why did Jake drag you to this party?” he asked, making conversation, opening the door to the games room. Alas, it was empty. There was an expensive video game system and massive TV, driving rig, billiards table, and walls lined with shelves and shelves of games.

“He’s been trying to set me up with his friend for ages,” you replied. You kind of wanted to just stay here, hide, and wait out the rest of the party by yourself, but fridge guy had already closed the door and you were too shy to say anything.

“Oh? Who’s the friend?”

“Some guy called Heeseung,” you said with a shrug.

Fridge guy smiled sheepishly and folded his arms, leaning back against the wall of the narrow corridor outside the games room. He was standing close enough to you that you were acutely aware of his presence. “Oh, in that case, hi. I’m Heeseung. You must be Y/N.”

You were going to murder Jake Sim. How had he managed to pester you incessantly about this guy for months and not once mention Heeseung was the best-looking man you’d ever see? Better question: why did he only show you the ugliest possible pictures of someone he was trying to set you up with?

“I guess Jake fancies himself quite the matchmaker,” Heeseung mused, laughing to break the tension, and you quickly realised you hadn’t said a word in well over twenty seconds. You buried your head in your hands, feeling the heat in your face. You got flustered so easily; it was one of your least favourite things about yourself. “Did he make you promise to stay until you met me?” he said mercifully, saving you the stress of having to continue the conversation.

You took a small breath to try and compose yourself. “Yeah. I’m guessing he told you the same thing?” you asked. He nodded. You started to think you wouldn’t ever get around to murdering Jake because you were going to die of humiliation first.

Before your embarrassment could spiral, however, Heeseung cleared his throat to get you to look up at him. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans, which gave him a nice masculine posture. He was so tall.

“Well, since we’ve both fulfilled our promises to Jake,” he started hesitantly, suddenly sounding a little unsure of himself, “do you want to go for a drive?”

——————————

Heeseung led you out to the driveway through the back exit and to his car. He didn’t open the passenger door for you, which you liked. You sat with your hands folded neatly in your lap as he checked his mirrors, rolled down the windows, and turned on the engine. There was something weirdly intimate about being in another person’s space — their house, their car, even the zone of the library they studied in the most — and watching the way they moved around in it. The familiarity, the assuredness, the practised routine motions. Or maybe that was just you. It was past midnight by now and slightly too cold to have the windows down.

“Which college do you stay in?” he asked, pulling out of the driveway. 

“Oh, I’m not resco,” you corrected, “I live on fifth near the west lawn.”

He apologised swiftly, turning out of the cul-de-sac and onto the main road. “Jake told me you’re a scholar, so I guess I assumed.” He had stacks of silver rings on his fingers, and you couldn’t stop staring at them as his hands moved on the steering wheel.

It was a cold night, and the air was sharp and crisp. Both of you fell silent for a while, him focusing on driving and you watching the empty streets whiz past, leaning out of the window slightly to feel the wind on your face. Like a dog. You retreated and put your seatbelt back on. He smiled at you, amused. You looked at him questioningly.

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head and turning back to the road, “you’re cute.”

You were sure you were blushing — you could feel your cheeks burning — but you prayed it was too dark for him to notice. “Thanks for getting me away from the party,” you finally said after a while, “and for earlier.”

“It’s really fine. You looked like you needed some fresh air, anyway,” he said, dismissing your gratitude for a second time. Neither of you mentioned Hyeongjin. “Should we just drive around, or do you want to get a bite to eat? I’m not sure what’s still open.”

“There’s a diner two streets over that only closes at two,” you suggested. You knew that because you used to work there; that was where you and Jake met. Three weeks after your boss cut your hours he’d let you go completely, and how it was even still up and running you didn’t know. You hadn’t been back since.

“The one Jake found you crying outside of?” Heeseung asked, seemingly without thinking. “Sorry,” he added hastily. “Jake has never told me anything ever.”

“The one and only,” you smiled in your own self-deprecating way, pointing in the direction of the diner. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

You were really starting to regret not bringing a coat or jacket with you. He noticed this immediately. “Are you cold? Hold on.” As soon as he put the car in park, he shrugged off his black jacket and handed it to you. You put it on with a thank you while he switched off the engine. It was soft and warm and smelt like soy wax and sandalwood.

The diner was completely empty aside from the single employee on the clock. You didn’t recognise him; he must have joined after you were sacked. Aside from him, though, everything was exactly how you remembered it to be. Outside, it had started to rain.

Heeseung let you order for him since you were the expert (his words), but he didn’t let you pay. You made yourselves comfortable in a corner booth while you waited. The tabletop was slightly sticky, the window overlooked an extremely picturesque back alley dumpster, and the fifties-themed decor was more cheap costume party than retro. Yes, the diner hadn’t changed at all.

“Nice view,” he said sarcastically, looking out the window. What had begun as a drizzle had swiftly evolved into a downpour. He fiddled with his wallet as he spoke, his hands and rings distracting you more than you would like to admit.

“Yeah, in hindsight this probably wasn’t the best place to bring you to,” you acquiesced. Strangely enough, though, the longer you looked out the same window, the more the view started to become pleasing to the eye. The rain-slicked cobblestones and brick walls glistened and shone as they reflected the amber light of the streetlamps overhead, lending even the dingy alley an almost other-worldly feel.

“It’s actually perfect,” he said, watching you instead of the view now. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing. His eyes were warm and brown and doe-like, the kind of eyes that made you feel like he liked you a bit better than anyone else when he looked at you.

The employee arrived with your order right then: two plates of apple crumble with vanilla ice cream. His name tag read Dylan, but you knew the diner only had six nametags and rotated between them. Whoever clocked in the earliest had first-dibs on their identity that day; you usually ended up being Alex. 

“Please tell me Jake’s told you things about me that don’t make me sound pathetic,” you joked, rolling (or struggling to roll) up the too-long sleeves of Heeseung’s jacket.

He set down his fork and gestured to your hands. You held them out and he rolled the sleeves up for you, making you blush again. You must’ve looked surprised because he immediately apologised and let go of your wrists, as if he hadn’t realised what he was doing. He smiled sheepishly and started apologising.

“It- it’s fine,” you stuttered, bottom lip between your teeth. His fingers had felt cold against your skin. He apologised again and began fiddling with the silver chain of his one long dangly earring while you pretended to inspect the salt shaker (you didn’t want to look at him, he made you nervous). Even in the dimly-lit, mildly dingy diner, the rings on his hands caught the light.

He watched you stare at the salt for a polite length of time, amused by your shyness, before asking, “What are you thinking about?”

You coughed and dropped the salt shaker. “About what I was like when I used to work here. My freshman year, really,” you replied. “It’s a weird feeling, growing up.”

“I get that. It must have been difficult,” he said thoughtfully. You shrugged, not really knowing what to say. “I had a hard enough time adjusting to resco. I can’t imagine what you and Jake went through, having to move countries on top of that.”

You were just about to reply when his phone rang. “Speak of the devil,” he remarked.

“I lost Y/N,” Jake’s panicked voice cut cleanly through the background noises of the party around him over Heeseung’s speakers.

Heeseung looked up at you and smiled, conspiratorial, holding a finger to his lips. You nodded in agreement. “Well, hello to you too,” he said. 

Jake didn’t even acknowledge the provocation. He was a good friend. “Where are you? You gotta help me look for them.”

“I barely know what they look like because you show me the shittiest pictures of them. How am I supposed to help you?” Heeseung countered. So it wasn’t just you, then. 

“Hee, I’m serious,” Jake pressed. The worry in his voice immediately made you feel bad about messing with him.

“I’m safe, Jakey. We’re at the diner,” you interjected.

The fact that you and Heeseung were together, and together at a secondary location, didn’t seem to register for Jake. His concern for you was sweet. “I’ve been calling and texting you non-stop for twenty minutes! Why didn’t you answer?” he chastised.

“My phone is broken as you will recall, seeing as you were the one who broke it,” you retorted. He’d dropped your phone over a balcony and straight onto hard concrete two days ago when he was playing with it. It had fallen four storeys and practically disintegrated on impact. Heeseung suppressed a laugh by shoving his last bite of apple crumble into his mouth.

“I forgot,” Jake whined, relenting. But he quickly became serious again. “I couldn’t find you. I was really worried.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m safe, I promise,” you assured him. “And thank you for checking up on me! I love you.”

Jake sighed, but he seemed to have calmed down. “Love you too. Love you, Hee.”

“Love you more, Jake,” Heeseung echoed, and then hung up. He turned back to you, giggling. “I don’t think it even occurred to him that you’re with me right now.”

You laughed. “Me neither.” Not-Dylan came to clear your empty plates, an obvious hint to tell you to get the hell out so he could start closing up. It was about one in the morning, an hour before closing. 

Heeseung glanced at his watch. “I’m surprisingly not tired at all,” he said vaguely, playing with his earring again, like he wasn’t ready for the night to end but didn’t know how to ask you not to leave.

You followed him out of the diner, feeling shy. “I don’t want to go home yet either,” you admitted.

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“I know a place we can go,” Heeseung said as you both climbed back into his car and he started the engine. He didn’t roll down the windows this time and turned the heat up high (it had gotten much colder). You felt a little guilty for taking his jacket, but he’d refused to take it back when you had offered.

“By all means, lead the way.”

The place was a grassy hill behind one of the other rescos. He pulled up at the base of it and hopped out, taking the blankets and plastic tarp he kept in the backseat with him.

It was a three minute climb up to the top of the hill overlooking your entire university town. Although the streets below were gleaming with light, filled with pinpricks of white and yellow that beamed through the windows and curtains of houses and shopfronts, the sound didn’t carry. From atop the hill, you couldn’t hear any loud music from the multiple parties that were surely raging on, any talking from the groups of drunk students wandering from club to club, or any cars weaving their way down roads and alleys. Barring the occasional whistle of the cold breeze and the quiet rustling of autumn leaves the breeze brought, it was quiet.

“Here it is,” he announced, with a sweeping gesture and a slightly nervous giggle, “the best view in town.” You didn’t have much to compare it to, but you were inclined to believe him.

“I didn’t even know this place existed,” you told him, helping him spread the tarp out on the wet grass. It was more than big enough for the both of you. “Do you come here often?”

“Sometimes, when I need to be alone,” he answered, passing you one of the two blankets in his arms. You both wrapped up to shield yourselves from the biting winds, much fiercer up on the hill than they had been at street level, strong enough to make your eyes water.

The thing about Jake having tried to set you up with Heeseung for so long was that you already knew all the basic details about him: his age, his major, his hobbies, his hometown, and even whether or not he had siblings. How were you supposed to make casual conversation with a stranger with whom you were already so well acquainted?

“It’s a nice night.” Not like that, that’s for sure. You laughed despite yourself, admitting to him, “I don’t know what to talk about.”

Heeseung rested his chin on his left hand. “I was just about to say the same thing. Jake might have shot himself in the foot a little there.”

His shoulder was almost touching yours, albeit separated by two thick flannel blankets. He smelled faintly like soy and sandalwood, just like his jacket. His eyes sparkled, tearing slightly from the wind, large and captivating as he looked at you. He was so close.

“I’m sorry I said the thing earlier about you crying outside of the diner,” he said after a few seconds. “I didn’t mean to.”

You shook your head and glanced away, because you could feel yourself starting to get nervous again. “No, don’t be. It was funny.”

“Do you know how worried Jake was about you that day?” he asked, playing idly with his rings.

You and Jake rarely talked about how you met after the first few weeks or so of you knowing each other, mainly because he knew you felt like you owed him for his help and he didn’t like you bringing that up. “He stayed up for two hours calling people to get you that job. I think you reminded him of himself when he first moved here.”

When you didn’t say anything in response, he pulled at his earring, stared up at the night sky, and sighed. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“It’s fine,” you said, evidently much worse at controlling your expressions than you thought you were. Or perhaps he was just good at reading people.

There was a long silence. “You don’t have to feel bad that Jake helped you. He did it of his own accord,” he pointed out sagely.

This was a familiar conversation for you; you had it with yourself all the time. “Did Jake tell you to say that?” you asked.

He was still watching you; you could see him doing so out of the corner of your eye. His gaze was intense, and you were squirming under it. “No, I just thought you needed to hear it,” he said.

“Oh. That’s really sweet. Thank you.”

Both of you fell silent again. Then, he lay down and pulled his blanket up to his chin, like he was in bed.

“What are you doing?” you asked, bemused.

He looked up at you with a boyish grin. “Stargazing. Come join me.”

So you lay down on the tarp right beside him, surprised that there were even any visible stars upon which to gaze. The moon was full and bright, and the night sky was clear enough to see at least a few dozen stars. 

“I had fun today,” he said after a few seconds, staring up at the sky, “much more than I usually do at parties.”

“I did too.” You turned to look at him, but he caught you staring and you immediately looked away, changing the subject. “But I thought you liked partying.”

“Not really. Not everyone in resco is a party animal, you know,” he said in mock-offence.

You laughed, counting the stars. “I saw you with Jake in the foyer, though! You looked like you fit right in.”

“That means I’m a good actor,” he joked, before becoming serious, turning onto his side. You did too, coming face-to-face with him. He glanced down at your lips, not pointedly, but obviously and for long enough that you noticed it. “No, I just tend to go along with it. It makes things easier.”

“I get that,” you nodded, looking away momentarily so you could think. He was staring right into your eyes, and, with his face just inches away from yours and eyes that mesmerising, it was a little too much for you to handle. You wondered if he was as flustered by the eye contact as you were. “So what do you actually like to do?” you asked.

He turned your question over in his head, propping himself up on his elbow. “Music, mostly. I spend a lot of time in the studio. Jake told me you do too.”

You hesitated for a bit before suggesting, while trying and probably failing to sound casual, “Maybe we can hang out together in the studio someday.”

“Yeah, let’s. It’ll be fun,” he smiled, leaning in ever so slightly. He wanted to do something, to make a move on you, maybe, but he didn’t get the chance because it abruptly started raining again. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he mumbled under his breath, while the rain pissed down around you. For all of his flaws, Zeus did have great comedic timing. 

Part of you wanted to kiss him right then and there, and it seemed like he wanted you to too, because neither of you moved or made any attempts to shield yourselves from the weather for at least a few seconds. Then, you sneezed. He laughed, and so did you.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said breathlessly, stumbling to your feet. You and him draped your blankets over your shoulders in a desperate attempt to stave off the cold. He picked up the tarp, gestured for you to come closer, and wrapped the tarp loosely around you both. You were both already absolutely drenched, so it wasn’t doing much to keep you dry, but at least it shielded you from more rain.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his arms around your shoulders, chest pressed against your back. Something about the way he looked down at you made you feel warm even as you shivered, chilled to the bone by both the downpour and the howling night winds. You nodded.

It was only mildly challenging to make it down the hill, now slick and muddy with rain, bundled up together in the tarp. Neither of you could stop giggling at the absurdity of your situation even after you’d made it back to his car. He couldn’t unlock the doors fast enough.

Rainwater dripped from your hair and formed puddles under your feet as you sat there for a minute or two, the heater on full blast. Your teeth were chattering.

“Is your car ruined now?” you asked, warming your hands on the nearest vent.

“It’s fine. I’m junking it soon anyway,” he said, wiping his hands on his t-shirt so he wouldn’t get the leather of his steering wheel wet before putting his car in drive. He was shivering. “I’ll take you back to resco. The party should’ve wound down already.”

You leant forward to tilt one of the vents towards him. You hadn’t even noticed he’d pointed both of them at you earlier. “Jake’s going to have a lot of questions,” you remarked.

He unlocked and passed you his phone, keeping his other hand on the wheel. “You can call him and let him know we’ll be home soon,” he said. Jake was saved as ‘the jingling fool’ in his contacts — you called the right person only because you knew Jake’s number by heart — which made you smile. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hee, buddy, where are you? Are you coming home?”

“Hey Jakey,” you greeted, putting him on speaker.

His confusion was palpable. “Y/N? Huh? What? Where are you?” Heeseung threw his head back and laughed gleefully, leaning over the centre console to say hi.

“We’re on the way back,” you said, laughing too, not bothering to explain yourself. “Is the party over yet?”

Jake was still processing. “Uh- wait- well, there aren’t many people left, so we’ll chase them out in a bit. I’m about to head upstairs myself. Are you with Heeseung? Like, Heeseung Heeseung?”

“Yes, they are. Keep up, man,” Heeseung teased, shaking his head in mock disapproval even though Jake couldn’t see him.

“We got caught in the rain,” you added, nonchalant.

“What- okay,” Jake sighed, lost. “I’ll get some towels and clothes ready for you.”

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Heeseung and Jake lived on the highest floor of the resco in a private apartment rather than regular dorm rooms which they shared with two other students, Jay and Sunghoon. You’d met them once or twice, but Jake usually came over to your place to hang out, not the other way around. Jake lent you a change of clothes and let you use his bathroom for a hot shower.

By the time you returned to the living room, Heeseung was already sitting on the sofa with Jake, the pair deeply engrossed in what appeared to be a serious conversation. When they heard you close Jake’s bedroom door behind you, they looked up in perfect unison and pulled apart immediately, as if they’d both been caught doing something wrong.

“Hi,” Heeseung greeted, seeming slightly and uncharacteristically awkward. His hair was wet and messy and adorably stuck to his forehead. He was now in a black t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay. The shower helped,” you answered, “you?” You weren’t sure why both of you had suddenly become so stiff and uneasy, and you also didn’t notice Jake giggling into his hand as he watched the two of you.

“Yeah, I’m all good too,” Heeseung smiled, again weirdly stilted. You gave him a thumbs-up, mentally kicking yourself for that even before you'd raised your hand. A thumbs-up? In this economy? Whatever they’d been talking about earlier, he turned to Jake and unsubtly changed the subject. “So, how was the party?”

“Yeah, Jakey, how was the party? You looked pretty popular with the ladies,” you teased, grinning. Of course that didn’t surprise you — Jake was handsome and sweet and had charisma coming out of his ears. 

“Ew. Don’t say ‘ladies’. It sounds sexist,” Jake said, deflecting. You laughed but continued waiting for an answer, not willing to let him off the hook so easily. So did Heeseung, who wiggled his eyebrows at him in anticipation. Jake capitulated, throwing his hands up in the air. “Fine, whatever! Nothing came of it. The girl I was talking to ditched me when her ex-boyfriend showed up.”

Heeseung winced. “Sorry, dude.”

“It’s her loss,” you said.

Jake waved away your concerns, putting his arm around your shoulder and messing up your hair. “Yeah, well, I got to spend tonight babysitting my idiot friends instead, so it all worked out in the end.”

The conversation lulled for a bit, but it was a comfortable silence. Heeseung broke it when he nudged your shoulder with his to get your attention. “Do you want to get dinner with me next week?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you said, and then turned to Jake expectantly.

Jake snorted at your obliviousness. “I think Hee was just inviting you.”

“Oh. Right.” You felt your cheeks heat up. Heeseung took a sip of his drink and nodded in confirmation, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“I’m really good at this. Should I start a matchmaking service?” Jake asked, smug. He was going to tease you mercilessly about this later.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, cupid,” Heeseung said, before turning back to you. “Are you tired? You look exhausted.” You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching you try to keep your eyes open, but it made you shy all the same.

“A little,” you conceded. “You must be too. It’s been a long day.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Jake offered, standing up. You looked at him quizzically. His gaze shifted slowly from you to Heeseung and then back to you before he realised. He coughed, awkward. “On second thought, I am really tired. Hee, maybe you can walk them home.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Heeseung agreed, pretending not to have noticed to save him the embarrassment. “I’ll go grab my keys.”

While Heeseung dipped back into his bedroom, Jake turned to you. “I told you,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face, pulling you to your feet. “I told you you’d like him.”

“I didn't even say anything,” you said, feeling defensive and very perceived.

“You’re giving him gargantuan heart eyes,” he countered, punching you lightly in the shoulder. “Although to be fair, they are mutual.”

“Gargantuan,” you echoed mockingly, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t even try to refute either of his observations.

He punched your shoulder again. “Shut up. I’ve been working on my stupid paper for a week. Every time I close my eyes I see a thesaurus.”

“Ready to go?” Heeseung asked you, returning from his room, spinning his keys around one finger. He had a forest green sweatshirt in his hand.

Jake grabbed you by the shoulders before you could answer, stopping you from turning around. “He really likes you too, Y/N. Don’t get in your head,” he whispered to you, suddenly solemn. You knew he was being serious, for once. You thanked him before you left.

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“You live on fifth, right?”

“Yeah, it’s ten minutes away that way,” you said, pointing down the road. Your shoes were still wet, and you didn’t have any socks on (the ones you had been wearing were in a holey plastic bag on your arm with the rest of your clothes that was currently dripping on the pavement as you walked). It was a highly unpleasant sensation. “Thanks for walking me home.”

“Of course. Here, it’s cold,” Heeseung said, offering you the green sweatshirt in his hand. You realised only then that he’d brought it along with him for you.

“You should wear it. I have this,” you said, holding up the strings of Jake’s hoodie. It was fleece-lined and surprisingly warm. He looked slightly dejected, although he tried to shake it off. “But thank you!” you added in haste.

When he was done putting on his sweatshirt, he began, “Can I ask you something?”

Before he could ask his question, you stopped him and gestured for him to lean down so you could fix his hair, not really thinking straight. It only took a few seconds, but by the time you were finished, he was blushing furiously. He turned away from you to fan his face.

“I’m sorry, I-” You’d practically jumped his bones. Your face was burning too.

“No, it’s fine!” he said, rushing to reassure you. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

You looked away, wondering if you’d be strong enough to pry off the nearby manhole cover by yourself so you could jump down into the sewer like the rat you were. As the two of you walked, him on the outside of the pavement next to the road, you snuck a glance at him. He had his hands pressed to his reddening cheeks, the sleeves of his green sweatshirt half-covering his fingers, and a huge, shy smile on his face. He was adorable. And he’d caught you staring.

“So what did you want to ask me?” you asked, looking away and playing with your hoodie strings and feigning innocence.

“Uh- well, it might be a weird question,” he prefaced, rubbing the back of his neck. You gestured for him to continue. He cleared his throat. “Is there anything going on between you and Jake?”

It wasn’t that weird of a question. Weird for him to ask, maybe, given the circumstances, but it was a question you were rather accustomed to getting. “Everyone always asks us that,” you said, amused.

“I mean, you are wearing his clothes right now,” he pointed out.

“Touché,” you conceded, before you realised you still hadn’t given him an actual answer. “We’re just friends. I’m always with him because he’s the only friend I have here.” It was true; since you’d moved here a year and a half ago, you’d collected your fair share of acquaintances but never managed to make any real friends apart from Jake. You were always too busy studying or working, and you were well aware that you weren’t exactly the easiest person to get to know.

You’d reached your apartment building. He stopped walking. “But you don’t have feelings for him?” he asked, hopeful.

“No, never,” you replied, placing your hand on your heart in a faux-serious display of honesty. He beamed. 

“Perfect.” He placed one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder, closed his eyes, and leant in. You froze. When he felt your muscles tense up under his hands, he easily pivoted and kissed you on the cheek instead. “You okay?” he whispered, watching your expression closely, still smiling.

You looked away. “Yeah, I’m good, I- sorry.” God, you were such an idiot.

Now he was concerned. He smoothly tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch feather-light on your skin. “Too much too fast?” he said.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, and although the feeling of his hands on you was nice, you stepped away from him. He was going to think you were blowing him off, when in reality you were just- well, whatever you were.

If he was upset, he didn’t show it. He held out his hands to you, open, palms up, non-threatening. You placed your own on top of his, lacing your fingers together. He had taken off his rings. “Can I kiss your forehead?” he asked. You nodded. He took a small step towards you, running his thumbs over your knuckles, and gently pressed his mouth to your forehead right under your hairline before letting you go.

There was a strange feeling in your chest, like you were buzzing with light, and it was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. “Wait,” you blurted out. He glanced back at you. You reached for the crew neck of his sweatshirt, stood on your toes, and pulled him closer to you, bringing your lips to his. His mouth was as cold as his hands, but so were yours. 

After you pulled away he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again, deeper this time, before leaning down and resting his forehead against yours.

“Hello,” he said playfully.

You giggled. “Hi.”

“Jake would be proud of you for making the first move,” he mused, his hands still on your face. He wanted to move them down to your waist and hold you closer to him, but he decided not to push you too far.

You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t want to think about Jake right now.”

Heeseung smirked. His breath fanned your face as he spoke. You had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, with his lean, broad-shouldered frame curled in around yours. “Yeah? What do you want to think about?”

You paused, biting your tongue, but you ultimately chose to say it anyway. “Whether you want to come and see me at work tomorrow,” you said, already wincing at the corniness of your words.

“That was so smooth,” he teased, making you blush even harder. “I’ll come. Are you still working at Think Tea?”

“How- oh, Jake told you. Yeah, I am,” you told him. “I’ll be on the clock the whole day tomorrow.”

He took your hand that was resting on his chest and brought it up to his mouth, pressing a small kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll be there,” he promised, smiling, still gently holding onto your wrist. He really did have a beautiful smile. The way his round eyes crinkled and narrowed, the way his cheeks rose, everything.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said again.

“Of course. Good night.”

“Good night, Heeseung.”

You headed up the porch steps to the front door of your apartment building and turned around one last time. He was still standing on the pavement, hands in his pockets, watching you. You waved, he waved back, and you let yourself in.

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thanks for reading <3

-minastras

[bumblebeeappletree]

Josh visits a stylish, sustainable home in inner-city Perth where an architect has designed his dream house with one central priority—the entire area of the block is covered in gardens.

When introducing a new architectural style into an established neighborhood it's important to respond to the existing character. This home bridges the old and the new through good design and clever use of plants. Infill housing is an innovative way of using land more efficiently, by building new homes in small parcels of premium real estate. These buildings have a smaller footprint and make living near the city more accessible, but it isn’t always easy to get it right. The potential loss of garden space and tree canopy is a contentious issue with infill housing, meaning good design of both the house and garden are absolutely critical. What this home proves is that a climate-responsive house on a small parcel of land can replicate 100% of the plot surface with gardens and be a completely livable and stylish solution.

Architect Jimmy Thompson designed his own home with plants in the forefront of his mind. Situated at the rear of a subdivided block, this home blurs the lines between the landscape and the building itself. Jimmy says, “from a philosophical point of view... I think it's just so important that we don't distinguish between architecture and landscape, really, they need to be enmeshed.” Jimmy says by using this site, he could “borrow the adjacent landscape.” Creating gardens on raised walls provided boundaries without fences which further enmeshes these ideas of architectural landscape.

As an “ex-backyard” the property covers 15m x 17m and Jimmy’s design ensures the garden spaces replace and retain every portion. There are edible gardens on the perimeter of the house, an indoor courtyard for medicinal plants, and a rooftop garden encouraging habitat with wildflowers and grasses endemic to Western Australia. Jimmy says, “as designers and architects it's important when doing infill that we do it responsibly. For me, that meant replacing what was formerly a backyard with the equivalent area in gardens and courtyards. For us to do that here we had to do that on multiple levels including the roof gardens.”

Jimmy shares the home with his partner Angie and their two cats, who enjoy the elements designed to facilitate optimal living experiences in different seasons. “It’s really operable, almost like a yacht,” says Jimmy, “at different times of the year, different times of the day, you’re always pulling, opening, making the most of southwesterly winds coming through... for comfort around climate, you need to have choice.” This climate responsive design shares characteristics often seen in Mediterranean building styles, as they’re designed to store or redirect natural energy. Jimmy was directly inspired by Perth’s mid-century architects Marshall Cliffton and Julius Elischer who “went looking at different vernacular architectures for Perth” specifically. They found practical elements such as whitewash walls and glazed blue bricks in North African courtyard houses, which have cultural connections but practical origins.

Though roof gardens on residential buildings are not yet common in Perth, they provide many benefits such as insulation, habitat and a wonderful outlook. From a birds-eye view, this whole property acts as a sponge with the permeable roof and internal courtyard collecting water which feeds the plants and drains through downpipes embedded in the walls. “Building small but building smart is good for the environment, it's good for your pocket, but it also just makes sense,” says Jimmy. This home showcases how designing a home with a garden at the forefront can result in inner-suburban infill architecture that is both beautiful and beneficial to its inhabitants and surrounding area.

[paulagnewart]

Morganic Musings

20th November 1998 saw the 65th issue of Archie's Sonic the Hedgehog comic escape its continental cargo confines and reach the hands of Australian retailers. For us then-avid readers, it meant hopping on a bike after school to make that traditional end-of-month pledge over to the local newsagent, ready to swap a hard-earned $3.95 (and any extra loose change for an ice block when possible) for another enthralling escape to Mobius.

And yet it all felt different this time.

In the aptly titled The Fellowship of the Rings, audiences were introduced to the story of Nate Morgan. Having cameoed in the previous issue (released here on 22nd October '98 for the curious), this humble human sheltered the battered Sonic and Tails into his isolated tundra abode, while giving that nuisance Ixis Naugus a well-deserved booting out. The small, seemingly insignificant old man would prove anything but, as the issue recounted his adventures and adversities over the decades; from creating and refining the Power Rings, serving as key member of Royal Acorn court, even establishing how the Lake of Rings operated while visiting the future Knothole Village and Freedom Fighters' underground HQ

The road from concept to completion for this character was far from easy, and for years looked as though he'd never see the light of day. Morgan's origins can be traced all the way back to early 1992 during DiC's initial development of their Sonic the Hedgehog cartoons, where he was depicted in their story bible as a 110 year old black human with flowing white beard living in Knothole. A former environmental advisor now proud Freedom Fighter, he was a friend to all animals, offering advice/support and boosting morale where he could with the occasional magic trick. Two rough sketches accompanied his profile, with the choice of tall or short designs.

By the time 1997 rolled around, a copy of that story bible and designs made their way into Archie's office. Having combed through its contents, editor Justin Gabrie decided the character deserved a second chance and ordered his inclusion in the comic. The task fell on newly-minted head writer Karl Bollers to breathe life into the character opting to go with the shorter model, which artist Patrick Spaziante imbued with his Midas touch. And lo, the old man was reborn a new old man.

I genuinely liked Nate Morgan (or as my younger self used to mispronounce him, "Mor-Gain". Hey, we all do stupid things from time to time) as a character. His appearance in the comic was something of a revelation, especially in a pre-Adventure era where the idea of other humans let alone a whole city of them living on Mobius was pretty farfetched. It added intriguing new layers to the series' lore, nor could I say no to another kindly father figure at a time when the likes of King Max and Locke were anything but. His backstory of seeking acceptance only to find hate and deception at every turn really touched a nerve, and was saddened to pick up and see his demise years later in issue 105's Touch of Evil.

Unfortunately that same hatred manifested in the real-world, and it felt more than a few times that I was the only person who cared.

How disheartening it was to boot up the 25.5kph modem, peruse the message groups and see fellow readers' reactions. Whether it be through dislike of change or some underlying racial prejudice (which he sadly was a target of more than once), fans certainly didn't hold back when voicing their displeasure over the character. A chaotic chorus which only grew as the millennium drew to a close; some hated his sudden importance to the history of Power Rings and the Acorn Kingdom, others thought he'd outright steal the spotlight from Uncle Chuck and Rotor as the residential techspert, the shameless self-insert of Karl Bollers (or Ken Penders depending on which fan you asked), and of course the ever-present decries of "Mr. Walking Plot Device". In that light, early Mina Mongoose fans got off lucky. It would be nice to see Nate Morgan resurrected or even reevaluated in some form or other in future media, but like the rest of the cast, this series had its time and its day. New ideas and characters have since stepped up to fill their void, even if it's quite the pickle finding a similar substitute for him.

But stranger things have happened. His appearance in the first place being the best one.

[auncerra]

“And Just Like That...” Sexual Iconography Left the Studio

It’s inevitable some sequels will jeopardize the integrity of the original. While the fanfare for a Sex and the City re-installment had some of us naively convinced in Michael Patrick’s capacity for keeping the nostalgic momentum alive, it rather played out like a dismal Judd Apatow commentary on the nearing middle-aged (à la a very tactless, banal, and frankly unnecessarily depressing blow of “This is 40″, in which audiences are left feeling like the concept of aging is the equivalent of a death row inmate’s last pile of reheated mashed potatoes, or in the case of over-acting, emphatic Parker (Season 2) - poached eggs, friends-with-benefits breakfast of one?)).

Season 1 (AJLT) introduced audiences to everything Sex and the City conceptually opposed, the original series almost diametrically opposite to the concepts of female and sexual empowerment, friendship, resilience, and heart-touching, resonant storylines and intimately-crafted, beloved characters viewers came to know and praise semi-religiously. While there are many areas to nitpick, including the dismal costuming, unnecessary, unresolved side-plots, vacant added characters integrated merely for their ‘woke’ box-ticking capacity and not for social value or plausible commentary, what I came to love of Sex and the City had been drowned like a newborn kitten in a self-praising writers’ bleach bath. We lost sex to hearing aids and ice cream toppings, or gained it in unappealing, almost grotesquely invasive showboating - i.e. Miranda’s ‘fingering’ in Carrie’s studio kitchen by the much-loathed, and not ‘somewhat’ polarizing, ‘Che Diaz’. Did we need Carrie bedwetting, a loose stream into an emptied Snapple bottle? Miranda’s conditioned facial reactions alone were enough to transport viewers to desires of chastity, of hillside convents somewhere in Romania where those CW-styled dream montages of the repellent, narcissistic Che can’t virtually survive. Note 2 (of loss) - style. Did we need Carrie’s vainglorious, bizarre hat display as she burbled out her apartment window, did we need rubber gardening gloves for a walking smoke-break? Do we need to be assaulted with plaid and tartan, pigeons for purses (thank you, Jen), Charlotte’s over-billowed poof-sleeves and polka-dotted, infantilizing displays, do we need a silver-haired Cynthia Nixon who reads more Paula Deen than tirelessly chic Miranda Priestly? ‘Gray hair don’t care’, as it were, embracing age, as it were, but should be that a singular note of character development - that the bold, independent, autonomous career-driven Miranda we knew and respected has driven toward total absence of discernment, dry as a withered martini olive for a non-committal new beau with zero attributes of integrity or general likability? And why style her (Miranda) as though she were being embalmed in prints, can ‘older’ women not show skin, have avid sex lives, exude standards beyond accepting consequences of bad backs and Peloton-claimed husbands (realistically, did Carrie’s shock need to last several minutes of screen-time, has she never heard of a heart attack?)...

Lines were crossed with Brady’s sex life and Miranda’s questionably appropriate presence throughout, lines were crossed with Porta Potty tampon insertion challenges, lines were crossed with daytime bathroom blowjobs (has that ever been identifying of the hyper-attentive, traditional Charlotte), lines were crossed with rehashed, overplayed attempts at racial justice and white martyrdom - yes, let’s address the concerns, but maybe not in the context of unfunny comedy and a socially-unhinged spin on Miranda - again, Michael Patrick, do native/residential New Yorkers really not have interactions with POC/the queer and gender-diverse in today’s age? Do we need props of characters for this representation, who are as scripted feeling as the tired attempts at the writing - do we need the original cast to become the most egoistic versions of themselves in decades of television, do we need a money-grabbing “Max” Series that respects less its audience of - generations - and their valid, informed takes on a, frankly, garbage-fire, catastrophic spinoff, do the writers need to make relevant social issues - like racism, like sexism, like transphobia, like gender and sexual expression - feel trite, tired, exasperating, and with the ambiance of capitalistically-targeted Pride ads? Che isn’t funny, isn’t remotely likable, and while perhaps not a reflection of Ramirez’s personal life (despite some apparent synonymous attributes and social media feeds), Che’s being non-binary does not make them suddenly exempt from being situationally-inappropriate, selfish, callous, and just plain ‘ick’. Che makes broader viewers want to curl up into a congealing ball, return to embryonic fluids to avoid their “comedy” shows (if the quantity of who they have fucked, will fuck, want to fuck of their - pause for emphasis - live audience members - is qualifiable as humor at all...). Che is not a queer cosplay of Amy Schumer, there are no human or relatable characteristics that make viewers embrace a character so visibly and audibly shallow, not to mention entirely exploitative (the entire subplot of uprooting Miranda from her city for a Los Angeles move, for example, which, if you have forgotten, Michael/millennial-coded writers, completely betrays the Miranda archetype - so, career, long-invested internship, scrapped, for a romantically-ambivalent, narcissist Diaz?). Did audiences need “Rock”, pacifying elementary rhetoric, did audiences need a bigoted hit on one of the few redeemed, likable original characters, Anthony - i.e. advising Charlotte against utilizing preferred pronouns, making an analogy to a dog?

While this is mostly a blurb, a working draft, a tunnel of quality-abandonment-fueled-apathy, Season 2, so far (from what I’ve discerningly, limitedly glimpsed), took “L.T.W.”’s barber-shop painting ensembles, Carrie’s (again, the most self-involved - in the pejorative - character of the show) “user” attributes and poor-me-sloppy-grieving arc, steadily unlikable roundabout cast of diminishing characters to new, (love-to-hate) lows, without the glimmer of a blip of Cattrall resurgence, the only remarkable term to describe this train-wreck of a ‘reinstatement’ return is abysmal. Frankly, I’d have more intrigue in a Seema-driven plot-line, nil-Carrie-Che-L.T.W.-Dr.-Nya-Wallace-couch-coital-post-separation-Bridgerton-Netflix-dupe-streams, re-introducing a viable Miranda in the acting capacity we’ve seen of Nixon (who is by all measures, extremely talented in alternate roles) - or merely limiting the sheer, inarguable box-ticking strategies to reveal something more human, watchable, intimate, and real, like the SATC that charmed viewers over concurring, mingling generations, that comparatively, was successful with good cause. This is another classic example of the media industry exploiting devoted audiences with nostalgic whims of shows that in reality have been massacred by weak writing, a cacophony of plot, and a favoritism towards the emblematic assholes (excuzes mon francçais) of its series - referring, of course, to the effortlessly problematic Parker (who I, with little hesitation, can see as far more of a modern-exploit Carrie than she’d care to own), of dropping unsubtle breadcrumbs of the beloved, real, irreplaceable Samantha, likely cajoling Cattrall into a payout for her four-minutes of other-cast-members non-interactive virtual series presence as a tactic to attract views, and up subscriptions. Frankly, by Episode 1 of Season 2, by Miranda awkwardly, anti-sexily adorning a full-bodied strap-on harness (in 2023, really?) as though viewers had been thrown into the rank, antiquated sex shop of some National Lampoon-era film, for one unamused, indifferent Che, by Che’s hasty, box-check-positioned assistant complaining over the status of their not wearing a jacket (namely, not a glaring, dated, sequined one) / the shrill “non-binary”-cooing mirror harlequin-dance exchange (bizarre to witness), by Carrie once again insisting all life resolve around her and her everlasting grief plot-point with the painfully, awkwardly-timed, shit-written kitchen egg, Charlotte pop-in entrance scene, I was already exasperated.

And Just Like That is the epitome of the negative denotation of ‘woke’, it plays as turbulently and as polarizing as its core characters, and is a dreary, complacent attempt at modernity, it is the flatulence of yet another capitalistically-motivated acquisition, it is not worth your continued patience that solely a Patricia Field, Cattrall, Chris Noth, zany-glitzy-Manolo-steel-jungle-Cosmos-wonderland epitome of Sex and the City, Sex and the City alone could and will ever seemingly be capable of delivering. And Just Like That...Cattrall’s heart-wrenching cancer performance is traded for Snapple-piss and Los-Angeles-beach-cleanup-chronic-codependency, for narcissistic writers, lead creators, and yes, in some cases, eye-roll-icon, socially-liked actors.

I don’t subscribe to cancel culture, but let’s communally hold this embarrassment of unglamorous television accountable, let’s make a commitment to peer deeper at the integrity of shows that capitalize on the marginalized to produce, in sincerity, sugar-coated bullshit.

[lmp1]

Kamkole Open Plots in Mumbai Highway Hyderabad A Prime Hub for Real Estate Investment

Kamkole is fast emerging as an ideal location for real estate investors in Hyderabad, particularly for those interested in open plots in Mumbai Highway Hyderabad. Strategically located near Mumbai Highway NH-65, Kamkole offers remarkable connectivity to major city areas and is surrounded by thriving residential, educational, and commercial establishments. Its proximity to Woxsen University and IIT Hyderabad, as well as easy access to the Outer Ring Road (ORR) and the proposed RRR at Peddapur, enhances Kamkole’s appeal for real estate investors looking to capitalize on future development and growth.

Premium Real Estate by Eeshanya Infraa

Eeshanya Infraa, a leading developer in Hyderabad, has introduced a unique real estate project in Kamkole. With a commitment to quality and customer satisfaction, Eeshanya Infraa brings a meticulously planned development, featuring plots in Hyderabad Mumbai Highway with modern amenities and clear title assurance. The project spans 5 acres, with 67 open plots ranging from 165 to 300 square yards, providing versatile options for investors and buyers. Bank loan availability makes purchasing in this promising region even more accessible, allowing for a stress-free investment process.

Project Highlights and Amenities

The Kamkole project boasts essential and premium amenities designed to elevate the living experience for future residents. Features include a designer entrance arch, compound walls, blacktop roads, water supply from overhead tanks (OHT), and electricity provisions to each plot, ensuring hassle-free setup for buyers. Other highlights include a park with walking tracks, a rock garden, children's play areas, and avenue plantation. These features make open plots in Mumbai Highway Hyderabad an excellent choice for those seeking a blend of convenience, aesthetics, and value.

Location Advantages

Kamkole’s connectivity and surrounding infrastructure significantly enhance its desirability. Just 300 meters from Mumbai Highway NH-65, the location allows quick access to Hyderabad's prominent landmarks, while being surrounded by essential services like schools, hospitals, hotels, and shopping areas. The project is only 3 minutes from the Kamkole Toll Gate, 10 minutes from the MRF facility at Sadashivpet, and 45 minutes from ORR Exit-3 at Muthangi. With such accessibility, plots in Hyderabad Mumbai Highway offer unmatched convenience and an ideal balance between peaceful living and city proximity.

Conclusion

Kamkole's strategic location, excellent connectivity, and modern amenities make it a preferred choice for real estate investors interested in open plots in Mumbai Highway Hyderabad. With Eeshanya Infraa’s commitment to quality, this project not only promises growth potential but also a high standard of living for its residents. As more investors recognize the value of plots in Hyderabad Mumbai Highway, Kamkole is set to become one of Hyderabad's most promising real estate hubs, catering to the needs of both investors and future residents alike.

[cvr198]

Understanding RERA Its Impact on Property Management Hyderabad

The Real Estate (Regulation and Development) Act (RERA) has become a cornerstone of the real estate market in India, especially in major cities like Hyderabad. This act ensures that real estate developers and agents follow strict guidelines and provide transparency in transactions. RERA also provides buyers with greater confidence in the properties listed on platforms, including property management Hyderabad portals. By regulating builders and ensuring the timely delivery of projects, RERA has helped to build trust between buyers and sellers.

The Role of RERA in Real Estate Transactions

For anyone looking for residential property management in Hyderabad, RERA ensures that developers and property managers are adhering to legal norms. It guarantees that properties listed on real estate platforms are legally compliant and have clear documentation. This includes approval for all necessary permits, which is a significant concern for buyers. Furthermore, platforms offering property management Hyderabad services need to ensure that all properties listed are RERA-approved to build credibility and protect buyers from fraudulent practices.

Transparency and Accountability Through RERA

Transparency is a major benefit of RERA, and it directly impacts property management companies near me. Buyers can easily verify the status of any property they are interested in, making the buying process smoother. This level of transparency benefits both developers and buyers, as disputes can be minimized, and developers are now legally bound to deliver their projects on time. With this added security, buyers are more inclined to trust property management Hyderabad platforms to offer properties that comply with RERA.

How RERA Benefits Buyers and Investors

Investors and homebuyers looking for residential property management in Hyderabad can now access a more secure market thanks to RERA. It protects their interests by ensuring that all properties are inspected for compliance with government standards. Additionally, if a buyer faces any issues with their property, they can seek dispute resolution under RERA, which includes a designated regulatory authority and appellate tribunals.

The Impact of RERA on Property Management Companies

Property management companies operating in Hyderabad now have to comply with RERA’s stringent rules. This is especially beneficial for those looking for property management companies near me, as they can now choose providers who meet regulatory requirements and follow ethical practices. With RERA’s guidelines, property management companies must also offer more detailed and accurate information to tenants and property owners, ensuring a higher level of service.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, RERA has significantly improved the real estate market in Hyderabad by providing a robust legal framework for both buyers and sellers. For those seeking residential property management or property management Hyderabad services, RERA ensures that the properties listed on platforms meet all legal and regulatory standards. The transparency and accountability introduced by RERA have not only made the property-buying process easier but have also paved the way for more trustworthy property management services in the city.

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Discover ACE Estate: The Future of Premium Plot Investment on the Yamuna Expressway

Introduction

In the dynamic landscape of real estate along the Yamuna Expressway, ACE Group introduces ACE Estate — a premium plotted development project located in Sector 22D. With a focus on luxury, location, and sustainability, ACE Estate is designed to meet the aspirations of buyers looking to invest in high-potential land in one of NCR’s fastest-growing corridors. This exclusive project offers plot sizes ranging from 120 to 550 sq. yards at an attractive pre-launch price of ₹1.15 Lac per sq. yard.

ACE Estate Overview

Project Type: Plotted Development

Location: Sector 22D, Yamuna Expressway

Plot Sizes: 120 to 550 sq. yards

Starting Price: ₹1.15 Lac per sq. yard

Developer: ACE Group

RERA Registration: UPRERA no. UPRERAPRJ442226

Why Invest in ACE Estate?

ACE Estate offers numerous benefits, combining premium location, affordability, and potential for value appreciation, making it ideal for both homeowners and investors. Here’s why ACE Estate stands out:

1. Prime Location Advantage

Situated in Sector 22D, Yamuna Expressway, ACE Estate provides excellent connectivity to Noida, Greater Noida, and Delhi. The strategic location offers quick access to key landmarks:

Proximity to Jewar Airport: Future connectivity to India’s largest airport is a significant driver for property value.

Connected to Major Highways: Easy access to the Yamuna Expressway and Noida-Greater Noida Expressway enhances convenience and mobility.

Close to Essential Facilities: Top-rated educational institutions, healthcare centers, and shopping destinations are just minutes away, making it an ideal location for families.

2. Flexible Plot Sizes for Personalized Spaces

ACE Estate provides flexibility with plot sizes ranging from 120 to 550 sq. yards, allowing investors and homebuilders to select according to their preferences. Whether it’s a cozy villa or a spacious bungalow, the plots are versatile to accommodate various home layouts and architectural designs.

3. Excellent Investment Opportunity

The ACE Estate project is set in a location primed for growth and value appreciation:

Booming Real Estate Hub: The Yamuna Expressway region is witnessing a surge in demand, especially with upcoming infrastructure like the Jewar Airport and Film City.

Capital Appreciation Potential: Investing in a plotted development offers buyers complete ownership and potential for high returns as the area’s development progresses.

Pre-Launch Price Advantage: The current pre-launch price of ₹1.15 Lac per sq. yard provides early investors a significant advantage before the full market launch.

4. Sustainability and Green Living

ACE Estate goes beyond typical plotted developments by embracing eco-friendly practices:

Green Landscapes and Open Spaces: Extensive green zones and well-planned landscaping promote a serene living environment.

Sustainable Design: ACE Group’s commitment to environmentally conscious practices ensures that this development includes energy-efficient elements and water conservation techniques, fostering a green and sustainable lifestyle for future residents.

5. Trusted Developer with a Strong Track Record

ACE Group has built a reputation for quality and innovation in real estate. Known for its dedication to delivering projects that reflect luxury, comfort, and state-of-the-art design, ACE Group assures investors of uncompromising standards and timely delivery.

Plot Sizes and Pricing at ACE Estate

ACE Estate’s wide selection of plot sizes ensures flexibility for a variety of investment needs and residential plans:

120 sq. yards

200 sq. yards

300 sq. yards

400 sq. yards

550 sq. yards

Each plot is competitively priced at ₹1.15 Lac per sq. yard, making it an accessible investment opportunity in an up-and-coming location.

RERA Approved for Secure Investment

ACE Estate is registered under RERA no. UPRERAPRJ442226, ensuring transparency and legal protection for all buyers. This approval signifies that the project complies with the regulations set by the Uttar Pradesh Real Estate Regulatory Authority, providing peace of mind for investors.

Conclusion: Your Gateway to Future Growth and Premium Living

With its prime location, flexible plot options, and eco-friendly design, ACE Estate offers a compelling investment opportunity on the Yamuna Expressway. Whether you’re planning to build your dream home or looking for a high-potential investment, ACE Estate combines luxury and long-term growth potential in a fast-developing region. Don’t miss the chance to secure your future in one of NCR’s most promising areas.

For more information and booking, contact us at +91 8744-000-006 or visit our website at https://aceestate.net/.

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Exploring Investment Opportunities in Emaar EBD SCO Plots Sector 83 and Microtek Greenburg SCO Plots

Gurgaon has long been one of the most desirable real estate markets in India, especially for those looking to invest in commercial spaces. Over the years, the city has transformed into a hub for businesses, attracting both multinational corporations and budding entrepreneurs. Among the numerous investment opportunities available in Gurgaon, the Emmar Ebd Sco plots sector 83  and Microtek Greenburg SCO plots have captured the attention of savvy investors. These commercial plots offer a range of benefits, from strategic location to long-term growth potential.

What Makes Emaar EBD SCO Plots in Sector 83 a Great Investment?

Emaar India, one of the leading real estate developers in the country, has introduced the EBD (Emaar Business District) SCO plots in Sector 83, Gurgaon. These plots offer an excellent opportunity for investors looking to establish a presence in a rapidly developing area. Here’s why these plots are worth considering:

1. Prime Location in Gurgaon

Sector 83 is strategically located in Gurgaon, offering seamless connectivity to major business hubs, highways, and residential areas. The proximity to Dwarka Expressway, National Highway-8 (NH-8), and other key locations ensures high foot traffic and visibility, making it an ideal location for businesses.

2. Flexible Commercial Spaces

Emaar EBD SCO plots in Sector 83 provide flexible options for businesses. Whether you’re looking to open a retail store, restaurant, or office space, these plots allow you to customize the structure according to your business needs. The flexibility to design your space ensures that you can create a functional and attractive commercial property.

3. High Potential for Growth

With the continuous development of the surrounding infrastructure, including residential complexes and commercial projects, the demand for commercial spaces in Sector 83 is expected to rise. This presents an excellent opportunity for investors to capitalize on the increasing demand and potentially reap significant returns on investment in the future.

Why Microtek Greenburg SCO Plots Are Worth Your Attention

In addition to Emaar’s offerings, Microtek Greenburg SCO plots also provide an attractive investment option for those seeking commercial spaces in Gurgaon. Microtek is known for its high-quality projects, and the SCO plots in Greenburg are no exception. Here’s why they stand out:

1. Premium Location

Located in the prime areas of Gurgaon, the Microtek Greenburg SCO plots are part of a larger residential and commercial development. This ensures a steady flow of potential customers and clients from nearby residential communities, making it a lucrative option for retail and service-based businesses.

2. Modern Infrastructure

Microtek Greenburg is designed with modern infrastructure in mind. The area boasts wide roads, ample parking spaces, and high-quality amenities that cater to both businesses and customers. This ensures that your commercial property is located in a well-maintained and aesthetically pleasing environment, attracting more footfall.

3. Strong Return on Investment (ROI)

Investing in SCO plots in Microtek Greenburg offers a high potential for long-term ROI. As Gurgaon continues to grow and develop, the demand for well-located commercial properties is likely to increase. This makes the Microtek Greenburg SCO plots a smart choice for those looking to invest in the future growth of the area.

Conclusion

Both Emaar EBD SCO plots in Sector 83 and Microtek Greenburg SCO plots provide lucrative opportunities for investors and businesses looking to establish a commercial presence in Gurgaon. With prime locations, modern infrastructure, and high growth potential, these plots stand out as some of the best investment options in the city. For more detailed information about these projects, you can visit pbestate.in.

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What are the best new Residential Projects in Vikhroli?

Vikhroli has become one of Mumbai's most appropriate places, imparting a whole lot of Residential Projects in Vikhroli that cater to luxurious living. Each task is thoughtfully designed to offer a top-rate way of life, combining top-magnificence amenities, beautiful designs, and exquisite views. These spacious, properly related homes are best for those who are seeking luxury and comfort in one putting. As Vikhroli strengthens its role as a high area for luxury housing, it is still a pinnacle preference for homebuyers in search of a current, fashionable way of life.

1. Vighnharta Infinity Codename Fantastic:

Vighnharta Infinity Codename Fantastic, Developer By Vighnharta Group is an upcoming residential task in Mumbai, promising a mixture of high priced and present day-day living. With meticulously designed houses and international-beauty services like a clubhouse, health club, and landscaped gardens, this project desires to redefine city dwelling. Enjoy a pinnacle charge way of existence in a colourful network.

Location: Vikhroli (E)

Configurations: 1, 1.5, and 2 BHK

Rera Carpet Area: 341.00 sq. ft. - 647.00 sq. ft.

Pricing: ₹79.99 L - 1.45 Cr

Luxury Amenities: 40 Exclusive Amenities

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2. Omkaar Solitaire:

Omkaar Solitaire in Vikhroli, Mumbai, gives well-crafted 1 and 2 BHK flats designed for present-day residing. The challenge provides services along with a gym, landscaped garden, and kid's play location, making sure of a snug lifestyle. Located in a well-linked location, it offers easy access to business hubs, faculties, and healthcare facilities, making it ideal for families and operating experts.

Location: Vikhroli (E)

Configurations: 1 and 2 BHK

Rera Carpet Area: 379.00 Sq Ft - 746.00 Sq Ft

Pricing: ₹75.89 L - 1.53 Cr

Luxury Amenities: 10+ Exclusive Amenities

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3. Adityaraj Sagar Sangeet Chs Adityaraj Paradise

Adityaraj Sagar Sangeet CHS Adityaraj Paradise in Vikhroli, Mumbai, is a residential challenge offering nicely designed 1 and 2 BHK houses. The venture boasts cutting-edge centers and thoughtful layouts, providing a cushy living environment. Its place guarantees particular connectivity to essential offerings and metropolis hubs.

Location: Vikhroli (E)

Configurations: 2 BHK

Rera Carpet Area: 599.00 sq. ft. - 626.00 sq. ft.

Pricing: ₹1.29 Cr - 1.35 Cr

Luxury Amenities: 10 Exclusive Amenities

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4. Haware Amara:

Haware Amara in Vikhroli, Mumbai, offers modern-day 1 and a pair of BHK flats designed for city dwelling. The mission functions amenities like a gymnasium, landscaped garden, and youngsters’s play vicinity. With a focal point on exceptional creation and thoughtful layouts, it presents first rate connectivity to enterprise hubs, schools, and hospitals, making it a really perfect desire for families and experts searching for convenience and luxury.

Location: Vikhroli (E) 

Configurations: 1 and 2 BHK

Rera Carpet Area: 299.00 sq. ft. - 560.00 sq. ft.

Pricing: ₹58.25 L - 1.09 Cr

Luxury Amenities: 10+ Exclusive Amenities

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5. Swastik Platinum:

Swastik Platinum in Vikhroli, Mumbai, gives properly-designed 1 and 2 BHK apartments with modern-day facilities like a fitness center, landscaped lawn, and youngsters’s play place. The challenge specializes in comfort and luxury, offering sufficient herbal light and ventilation. Its strategic place ensures tremendous connectivity to faculties, hospitals, and business enterprise hubs, making it an exquisite choice for town families and experts.

Location: Vikhroli (E)

Configurations: 1, 2, and 3 BHK

Rera Carpet Area: 418.00 sq. ft. - 811.00 sq. ft.

Pricing: ₹91.96 L - 1.78 Cr

Luxury Amenities: 25+ Exclusive Amenities

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Residential Plots Near Mirkhanpet

NS Homes 2.0, accommodating residential plots near Mirkhanpet is an additional phase of the NS Homes project located along the Srisailam & Nagarjuna Sagar Highway connectivity 100 ft main road. With NS Homes proving to be an ideal choice of investment for more than 85+ customers, we are excited to introduce the extension, hoping for a wider investment option portfolio for potential customers. NS Homes 2.0 offers 54 residential plots spread across 4 acres with DTCP approved layout.

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Plots for sale in Turkapally Hyderabad

Exploring Plots for Sale in Turkapally, Hyderabad

Looking for a plot in Hyderabad that feels like a hidden gem? Let me introduce you to Turkapally, a locality that's quietly making its mark on the map of Hyderabad's real estate. Whether you're a first-time buyer or a seasoned investor, Turkapally offers a blend of charm, potential, and that perfect slice of serenity away from the hustle and bustle.

Plots for sale in Turkapally Hyderabad

Why Turkapally?

Turkapally, once a sleepy village, is now waking up to the rhythm of urban development. It's like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly, only with less good and more investment opportunities. Nestled in the northern part of Hyderabad, this area is attracting a lot of attention for its scenic beauty, affordable plots, and promising growth prospects.

Location, Location, Location!

One of the first things to consider when buying a plot is the location. Turkapally scores high on this front. It's conveniently located near key areas:

Distance from Hyderabad City Center: Just a 40-minute drive.

Connectivity: Well-connected through the Outer Ring Road (ORR) and upcoming metro expansions.

Nearby Landmarks: Genome Valley, BITS Pilani Hyderabad Campus, and Rajiv Gandhi International Airport.

Personal Anecdote: I remember my first visit to Turkapally. I was initially skeptical, thinking, "Am I really driving out of the city for this?" But as I entered the area, the greenery and the peaceful surroundings won me over. It felt like a mini-vacation from the chaos of the city!

Perks of Buying a Plot in Turkapally

Affordability

Let's talk about money. Plots in Turkapally are priced more reasonably compared to the more developed parts of Hyderabad. Here's a quick comparison:

Location

Price per Sq.Yd

Gachibowli

₹80,000

Hitec City

₹1,00,000

Turkapally

₹25,000

You do the math. With the cost of living (and pretty much everything else) going up, grabbing a piece of land in Turkapally feels like finding a clearance sale in an upscale store.

Scenic Beauty and Environment

If you’re someone who values a peaceful environment with lots of greenery, Turkapally will not disappoint. The area is surrounded by lush landscapes and farmlands, offering a serene setting that’s perfect for those morning jogs or evening walks.

Funny Line: Imagine waking up to the chirping of birds instead of the honking of cars. Your alarm clock might feel a bit neglected, but your peace of mind will thank you!

Future Growth Potential

Turkapally is on the brink of significant development. With the government’s focus on expanding Hyderabad's boundaries and promoting peripheral areas, Turkapally is poised for rapid growth. Investing here now could mean reaping substantial rewards in the future.

Types of Plots Available

From residential to commercial, Turkapally offers a variety of plots to suit different needs. Here’s a quick rundown:

Residential Plots

Ideal for building your dream home. These plots range from 150 to 500 square yards, providing ample space for a spacious home and a cozy garden.

Commercial Plots

For those eyeing business opportunities, commercial plots are available near main roads and bustling areas. Perfect for setting up shops, offices, or even a small cafe.

Agricultural Plots

For the green thumbs and farming enthusiasts, agricultural plots are also available. With fertile soil and plenty of water resources, these plots are great for cultivation.

Things to Consider Before Buying

Legal Check

Ensure that the plot has clear titles and is free from legal disputes. It’s always wise to consult a legal expert before making a purchase.

Infrastructure

Check for basic amenities like water supply, electricity, and road connectivity. While Turkapally is developing, it’s crucial to ensure these essentials are in place.

Future Developments

Keep an eye on upcoming projects and developments in the area. This can give you an idea of how the locality will shape up in the coming years.

A Day in Turkapally

Let’s paint a picture of what living in Turkapally might look like. Imagine waking up in your cozy home, surrounded by greenery. You step out for a morning jog, breathing in the fresh air. After a hearty breakfast, you head to your home office (yes, remote work has its perks) or your shop nearby.

In the evening, you take a short drive to a nearby restaurant or cafe for a relaxing dinner. Weekends are spent exploring the local markets, visiting nearby attractions like Genome Valley, or simply unwinding at home.

Personal Anecdote: During my last visit to Turkapally, I met a couple who had recently moved there. They were thrilled with their decision, highlighting how they felt more connected to nature and enjoyed the slower pace of life compared to the city.

Conclusion

Turkapally, Hyderabad, is not just a place to buy land; it's a place to build dreams. With its affordable plots, scenic beauty, and growth potential, it’s an attractive destination for homebuyers and investors alike. So, if you’re on the lookout for a plot that offers both tranquility and promise, Turkapally might just be the perfect match.

Funny Line: And who knows? In a few years, you might be the proud owner of a plot in what could be the next big thing in Hyderabad’s real estate scene. Imagine the dinner party bragging rights!

Invest wisely, live happily, and don’t forget to invite me to your housewarming party in Turkapally!

Visit estatedekho.com for more information about Plots for Sale in Turkapally Hyderabad Telangana. Estatedekho is an online platform that offers sellers, potential clients, buyers verified plots, and professional agents at service.

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Government Approved DDJAY Plots in Gurgaon: Affordable Living and Smart Investment

Gurgaon, known as the bustling corporate and real estate hub of Haryana, has long been a magnet for property investors and home seekers alike. With its modern infrastructure, proximity to Delhi, and rapidly expanding commercial spaces, Gurgaon has set a high bar in urban development. For many, though, affordability has been a significant challenge in securing a piece of this urban landscape. The Haryana Government’s Deen Dayal Jan Awas Yojana (DDJAY) is addressing this concern, offering government-approved plots that combine affordability, accessibility, and the promise of long-term investment potential. Here’s an in-depth look at the opportunities and advantages of buying DDJAY plots in Gurgaon.

What is the Deen Dayal Jan Awas Yojana (DDJAY)?

Introduced by the Haryana Government in 2016, the Deen Dayal Jan Awas Yojana (DDJAY) aims to create affordable housing options within the state's fast-growing urban and semi-urban areas. This ambitious initiative is part of Haryana’s broader goal to provide housing for all and meet the demand for affordable housing amid rising urbanization. Under DDJAY, government-approved plots are sold at budget-friendly prices, adhering to Haryana’s strict zoning and planning norms.

The scheme specifically targets middle-income groups, making homeownership attainable while stimulating planned urban development. Buyers are offered clear property titles, ensuring a secure transaction process. DDJAY is an ideal option for both end-users looking to build their dream homes and investors keen on purchasing government-backed plots in a thriving real estate market like Gurgaon.

Key Benefits of Buying DDJAY Plots in Gurgaon

Affordable Pricing with Government Approval

One of the biggest attractions of DDJAY plots is the affordability factor. These plots are priced with middle-income families in mind, offering a reasonable alternative to conventional property prices in Gurgaon’s main areas. Additionally, buyers benefit from the security of government approval, meaning the transaction is transparent and in line with Haryana’s stringent land regulations.

Ideal Location

DDJAY plots are strategically located in Gurgaon’s emerging residential sectors, many of which are close to essential infrastructures, like the NH-48, Southern Peripheral Road, and Dwarka Expressway. These locations are near existing industrial hubs and corporate offices, ensuring convenient access to workplaces, educational institutions, hospitals, and shopping centers.

Improved Infrastructure and Quality of Life

DDJAY projects focus on high-quality infrastructure, providing well-maintained roads, reliable power supply, sewage systems, and recreational areas. Many of these projects also include landscaped parks and common areas, creating a balanced environment where families can thrive. The infrastructure standards mandated by the scheme help foster a quality living experience and support the growth of vibrant, self-sufficient communities.

Flexible Construction Options

The Haryana Government offers a favorable Floor Area Ratio (FAR) under DDJAY, allowing buyers to build up to four floors on their plot. This provides the flexibility to create multi-story residences, which can be used for rental purposes, multigenerational housing, or simply as larger family homes. This feature enhances the potential for rental income, making DDJAY plots attractive to investors looking for strong returns.

Rising Demand and Potential for Property Appreciation

Gurgaon’s strategic location and growing infrastructure make it a high-demand area, and government-approved DDJAY plots provide the opportunity to own property in this dynamic market without facing the usual high costs. Over time, as Gurgaon’s infrastructure continues to develop, DDJAY plots are likely to appreciate, providing a valuable asset that grows in worth.

Why Consider Investing in DDJAY Plots in Gurgaon?

Gurgaon’s rapid expansion as a real estate market makes it a compelling place for investment. However, the city’s rapid growth has also resulted in high property prices, especially in its premium locations. DDJAY plots offer an alternative that allows buyers to gain property ownership within Gurgaon at a fraction of the cost of typical market rates.

Unlike apartment ownership, DDJAY plots provide buyers with the freedom to design and construct their homes according to personal preferences. This also makes them suitable for those who desire more privacy and flexibility in their living spaces. Investors can also benefit from rental income or higher resale value due to increasing demand for affordable housing in Gurgaon’s booming economy.

Upcoming Affordable DDJAY Plots in Gurgaon

Several new projects under DDJAY are currently in development across Gurgaon, especially in sectors with expanding infrastructure and public amenities. Plots in sectors like 79, 95, and 103 are attracting attention for their accessibility and future potential. These areas are well-connected by road and metro, making them attractive to commuters and those working in Gurgaon's numerous corporate offices.

As more projects become available under the DDJAY scheme, prospective buyers have an opportunity to secure affordable plots in promising neighborhoods before prices increase further. The new developments are anticipated to include modern infrastructure and social amenities that enhance the overall community experience.

How to Apply for DDJAY Plots in Gurgaon

Applying for DDJAY plots in Gurgaon is a straightforward process. Buyers must register their interest through authorized channels, submit identification and residency proofs, and complete any required down payments. Many projects also provide flexible EMI options, enabling more buyers to benefit from DDJAY’s affordability.

The application process includes:

Registration: Prospective buyers register through the government portal or authorized real estate agencies.

Documentation: Identification, residency proof, and income verification documents are typically required.

Payment Plans: Multiple EMI plans and financing options are available for eligible buyers, making it easier for families to invest without straining their finances.

Conclusion

For anyone seeking affordable, government-backed real estate in Gurgaon, DDJAY plots offer an ideal solution. Combining reasonable pricing with the potential for significant appreciation, these plots represent a sound investment and an opportunity for individuals and families to own land in one of India’s fastest-growing urban centers. Government-approved DDJAY plots in Gurgaon provide a unique balance of affordability, security, and community-focused infrastructure that makes them a valuable choice for homebuyers and investors alike.

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Aaditri Constructions

Aaditri Constructions, famous for its perfection and dedication for the Real Estate Construction in Hyderabad. We strive to bring you the best and quality work. Our completed projects include the most excellent Industrial Building Construction in Hyderabad. From futuristic residential apartments to world class viable complexes we are the ones who have introduced the new age living in Twin City.After being established in Hyderabad, the Aaditri Constructions has traveled a long way to become one among the major Constructing Company in city. We are specialized in Constructing Residential and Commercial Apartments and Buildings.Having charted a long and exciting road to success in Twin City Hyderabad, The Aaditri Constructions has today carved out a niche for themselves in the open plots selling industry and is the trendsetter in selling open plots in world-class locations of Hyderabad. From the very beginning we have been translating numerous dreams into reality with a consistent tryst for success and total commitment in providing best choice of plots for everyone.Aaditri Constructions, famous for its perfection and dedication for the Open Plots in Hyderabad. We strive to bring you the best and quality Plots.After being established in Hyderabad, the Aaditri Constructions has traveled a long way to become one among the major Developers in city. We are specialized in Developing, Constructing and providing Open Plots.

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Get Affordable Urban Housing under Deen Dayal Awas Yojna

Deen Dayal Awas Yojana (DDAY) is an affordable housing initiative launched by the Haryana government to promote the development of high-density residential sectors in the state's urban areas. The scheme, introduced under the leadership of the Haryana Urban Development Authority (HUDA), aims to address the increasing demand for housing, especially for low and middle-income groups, while ensuring planned urban development.

One of the key and major objectives of Deen Dayal Awas Yojana is to encourage the construction of smaller, affordable housing units in developed sectors and towns. This is done by providing a platform for licensed developers to construct high-density plotted colonies, with plot sizes ranging from 60 square meters to 150 square meters. The scheme applies to towns categorized under low and medium potential in Haryana's development plan, providing people with a viable option to own homes at affordable rates.

Some key features of the scheme include the provision for higher Floor Area Ratio (FAR), which allows developers to build more housing units per area of land. This helps in optimizing land use and ensuring that affordable housing can be constructed without sacrificing quality. Additionally, the Deen Dayal Awas Yojana allows for the development of infrastructure, including roads, sewage, electricity, and water supply, ensuring that residents have access to essential services.

Another important aspect of this scheme is that it facilitates the approval process for developers, making it easier for them to get the necessary permissions for constructing these colonies. By reducing bureaucratic hurdles, the scheme incentivizes private players to participate in the development of affordable housing.

Deen Dayal Awas Yojana is a crucial step in addressing the housing shortage in Haryana. By making housing accessible to lower-income groups and promoting the construction of well-planned, high-density urban residential sectors, the scheme contributes significantly to the state’s overall urbanization strategy. Its implementation plays a vital role in providing affordable, quality housing to people and improving the standard of living in Haryana’s urban areas.