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Urban life gives people the chance to live a full life but it also means that there is a need to manage space better. Many city dwellers are faced with constricted living spaces, stuffed closets, tight schedules and unlimited possessions making storage more important than ever. SafeStorage: Changing the game of urban storage offering secure and accessible solutions that are changing city life.

The Urban Space Problem

In the hustle and bustle of city life, space is often at a premium. Apartments are getting smaller and need for every square foot maximized than ever before. This implies clutter for many urbanites, limited storage space as well as constantly trying to make room for stuff. SafeStorage understands these problems well and has come up with a revolutionary storage solution catering for needs specific to urban residents.

Why is SafeStorage A Game Changer?

1. Unmatched Security

When you put your things in someone else’s hands to store them away, security becomes paramount. However, SafeStorage offers more than just basic security; state-of-the-art protection such as:

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Advanced Access Control: Biometrics and personal pass-codes are a feature of Advanced Access Control that only permit entry to authorized individuals thus offering extra security for your storage unit from unauthorized access.

2. Convenient and Flexible Storage

Urban settings have always been synonymous with flexibility. SafeStorage recognizes this reality through its range of services tailored to meet the ever changing needs of urban dwellers:

Term Flexibility: Renting spaces for weeks or months is made possible through SafeStorage’s rental terms, which can be customized depending on what you want. This makes it easier for people who move a lot or change their living arrangements often.

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Urban living, in terms of cost management, is always a balancing act. SafeStorage offers an inexpensive way to make your life simpler.

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Effective Use of Space: You can declutter your home and maximise your living space by utilising the services of SafeStorage. As a result, not only does it enhance the quality of life but also makes your unit more functional.

5. Exceptional Customer Service

At SafeStorage, we believe that excellent service is key to a great storage experience. Our dedicated team is always ready to assist:

Friendly Support: Our knowledgeable staff members are there to help, give advice and ensure that you store in a personalised manner.

Tailored Solutions: Whether you require assistance in organisation, packing or choosing the right space available we work hand in hand with you to come up with suitable storage options for you.

How SafeStorage Enhances Urban Living

SafeStorage is not just about keeping stuff; it’s about optimising urban life. By offering secure, flexible and affordable storage solutions SafeStorage helps urban dwellers take charge of their spaces while cutting down on costs thereby leading organised lifestyles.

SafeStorage has the tools and services that make urban life more convenient and enjoyable, whether you’re coping with the constraints of a small flat, managing seasonal items or generally looking for a better way to store your belongings.

some success stories or testimonials from customers who have used SafeStorage:

Seamless Online Experience

SafeStorage’s clients may also share some achievement stories with us. It is fast and hassle-free according to one customer who applied for storage over the internet. The confirmation was sent to them whereupon he went to the company’s storage facility. At this place, Anush, who was a store manager, met him making the whole process easy and pleasurable. The client lauded how efficient the service was and also made his storage needs manageable throughout their busy life moments.

Convenient Solutions for Home Renovations

A different individual praised SafeStorage because during home renovations it provides a safe place where people can store their things. They noted that this unit has Pest controlled facilities, which is convenient in order to keep their goods from being damaged. Also, they could store these items as long as they needed them due to flexible rental periods hence aiding in ensuring easy and stress free renovation processes

Success in Business Storage

When discussing it with me, a small business owner shared how SafeStorage had helped them properly manage their inventory. They could get the exact size of a storage unit that they needed, thus freeing up office space for other purposes. For instance, the business owner was satisfied with top-notch security measures put into place as this assured them of product safety. The flexible rental agreements let them change their storage requirements in line with their increased trade.

Exceptional Customer Service

Exceptional customer service has been cited as one of the factors that make clients to keep on adoring SafeStorage to the moon and back. One testimonial focused on how much assistance she got from staff during packing and arranging items meant to be stored. Some customers found it hard to move or store items given these companies’ services supported by office spaces while others were not aware about moving logistics at all, hence needed more than protection alone in their belongings until they got settled into another home or facility. Meanwhile, very friendly personnel who were conversant with different languages made sure that every client went away having a good impression feeling valued, respected and important in themselves.

Affordable and Accessible Storage

SafeStorage’s services are affordable compared to other storage options, several customers have commented. One user indicated that they saved money by using SafeStorage but the quality of service and security was not compromised. Furthermore, a majority of users liked the fact that the storage facilities were easily accessible from anywhere at any time.

Conclusion

In an urban jungle full of hustle and bustle, SafeStorage is an epitome of convenience and safety. By bringing into existence leading-edge technology, customizable choices, and great service in its provision for storage demands, SafeStorage makes city living easier and more exciting than ever before. The modern customer would therefore find this option highly appropriate as it aligns with his/her morals too. Be it home stuff, office products or confidentiality files; Safe Storage can simply put everything together appropriately just like clock work. Try out SafeStorage now to envisage what your future city residence should be like – where you will never experience lack of comfort or disorder again.

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[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

You almost missed the meeting regarding the new exhibit. You had to validate a few showpieces. Books mostly this time. On one of them... what was it... runes... Red cover with rubies, one could think it was painted with blood itself.

Your own reflection in the stones was teasing you. This object was powerful, it was alluring, it was dangerous. You didn't notice how others left.

You were left with the book in the storage. Who created it and why? You were not new to artifacts of presumed witchcraft. But this... it was different. As if the blood on the cover was instantly flowing changing the shades.

Oh, it was one of those days. Time didn't matter.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, it is." You didn't even look up. "Have never seen anything like this."

"Oh, I did. A very long time ago. This book belonged to ruthless people."

"What?"

She was a foreigner in this brightly lit room. Nonchalantly sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs. When did she come in?

"We need to close the storage. All your colleagues left a few hours ago."

Hours? Really? What was she even talking about? You checked your phone. A few missed calls and messages.

Brunette was smiling at your confusion.

"Have we met before?"

"No, I'm instead of Jeff."

"What happened? I saw him yesterday."

"Oh..." Brunette was kinda lost for an instant. "He had to leave. You know. Another department. My name's Rio".

She stood up and very officially offered you her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. My name's..."

"I know everything about you."

Rio was still holding your hand. Maybe you did see her before. Those green eyes. They were mesmerising.

______

A few days passed. You didn't have time to examine the book, but you kept thinking about it. Weirdly your thoughts were coming back to it. In what circumstances something like this could be created? What was written there?

You wanted to feel that book again. Sharp edges and ancient pages.

From the book your mind wandered to the stranger. You asked your colleagues. They knew Jeff was gone, but who was instead of him - no idea. You wanted to see her again. you wanted to lose yourself in those gentle touches again.

___

A few more days. You were giving a lecture. Confident and charming you were in your element. Until you noticed those green eyes amongst the audience. Rio was catching your every move, your every word.

"You were amazing." Brunette caught you after the class. "Truly a master of your craft."

"Well, I do have a certain area of expertise."

"What a tease."

Oh, now you were definitely blushing.

"I haven't seen you at the museum." You tried to find a more safe subject.

"I was busy with other projects. I'm kinda like a consultant for confused people."

You nodded. Why was looking at you like this? As if expecting something, as if waiting for the answer.

"Well, you did find the time for the lecture."

"I found the time for the lecturer."

"I appreciate both the time and the effort."

"Yeah, you have no idea how determined I can be."

Rio winked at you. She was busy, she had to go. She chose to leave you with just a hint of satisfaction.

"Oh, and the book., It is waiting for you."

____

Rio was right. You had to concentrate on your work. Exhibit was approaching, your input was needed. You were spending more and more time with the remains of the old times. You were spending more and more time with that damned book. Those runes were not known to you. As the symbols. Looked like an interpretation of the maiden-mother-crone myth, but there was a green halo around them.

"You need coffee."

That wasn't a question. With Rio nothing was.

"Thanks." You took a sip "Oh, double espresso. How did you know?"

"Had a feeling, you like it... intense."

"Sure."

"So..." Rio nudged your shoulder to get all the attention she always required. "How is this thing going?"

"Good."

"And this?" She pointed at the book.

"Waiting for the answer from a few colleges."

"Well, I'm sure the answer is going to be fascination. But..." She took your phone and bag without asking. "you need to be someplace else."

___

Why did you even let her command? You just blinked and suddenly you were near an old theater.

"Magic show?"

Rio had tickets for the first row.

"What can I say? I was always fond of illusions."

It was noticeable. She was cheering even for the simplest tricks. She adored theatricality and tension. Except for maybe the tricks that involved cheating death. Yeah, Rio huffed in annoyance a few times.

"Well, this is not how I expected my evening to go."

Street was completely silent. You and Rio were the only ones who decided to enjoy the autumn night.

"I can tell you how all the tricks worked."

Oh, for sure Rio knew.

"It's your hobby?"

"Let's say, I've seen these shows quite a few times."

"That would destroy all the magic part of the performance, don't you think?"

Rio stopped, snapped her fingers and in the other hand a flower appeared.

"Oh, you're smooth." You laughed at the present. "So, you're into tricks."

"No, I'm more into magic."

______

It was a book of protective spells. It was supposed to save from evil and wrong, from hungry and desperate. And not protect, it was supposed to hide from the sight of darkness. Someone was supposed to be hidden in the blood of the killed. You spend hours trying to find the recipient of this protection.

"Well, that's an interesting observation." Rio put her legs on the table. You were having a dinner at your office. "Amazing."

"I'm glad you're happy with my research."

"I truly am. Do you know how those spells are supposed to be activated."

"I assume by the blood of the protected."

"Yeah, guess it could work." Rio shrugged. "Witches were never that imaginative."

It became some kind of a routine. At the beginning you didn't see Rio at all. But now she was always near. With lunches, coffees, books and affection. And whatever she was calling magic.

Rarely you could feel comfortable with someone so close. For years you preferred to be on your own. It just never clicked with anyone. But Rio... she knew you. Your tastes, your dreams, your desires. Her affection was a given, just a fact that you stumbled into. It was a weird feeling. Like you were continuing to live something you never had.

____

"I don't think you're doing it right."

You could feel Rio was close. Her hair was almost tickling your neck. There was no need for her to stay right behind you. But it apparently was the best spot to watch you translating the text.

"You're being a little distractive, Rio."

"How? I'm helping. This sign here. It clearly doesn't mean death."

"Well, that's a woman with a skull instead of a face."

"I'd say she's more about the natural order of things.'

"Maybe."

___

You were working more, you were sleeping less. You were distracted. Your dreams changed, in them you could freely read the spells. Voices without purpose were helping you. Sometimes even Rio couldn't have you all for herself.

"I brought you something."

"Huh?"

Rio was holding a dagger. Black stones, same runes.

"Just don't play with it often."

"Where did you get this?"

"It was here all the time. Kinda lost in the mess."

"Yeah."

You didn't care whether she was lying or not. Was it the other part of the story? Was it the threat or help?

You took it. Heavy with cold and sharp with pain it fit your hand properly.

"Every witch was supposed to have such a dagger." Rio took the knife. "Usually it was carved with the symbols of a greater entity, You know for protection."

She was holding your hand, caressing the palm with the cold of a steel. Still dangerous, still deadly. You didn't dare to look at her movements.

"And what entity protected this blade?"

"I think you know. You read the spells."

You could feel your skin almost succumbing to the blade. But it was so much more unbearable to have Rio so close. She was the perfection itself. You didn't care about the blade, you leaned into her.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath. But it was too late. Your blood was spilled.

You were her prey, Rio pushed and you and the blade cut deeper, but you didn't care. She was kissing you, she was hurting you.

Dagger fell on the floor. Without breaking the kiss Rio guided your hands to the support of the table. Your wound touched the book.

Suddenly the pain shot through your whole body. You wanted to scream, but Rio didn't let you. Holding you, making you feel her passion, brunette was only deepening the kiss.

You opened your eyes. The room was on fire. Games of the primal flame were everywhere. Everything was melting away. Instead another reality was forming.

You groaned into the kiss. It was familiar. It took all the strength you had to push Rio away. She was breathing heavily.

"What the..." you looked at your palm. It was healed. "What... what happened..."

Those voices were right. Rio. It was all because of Rio.

"It was the only way..."

Her voice was trembling. You heard this already. Her plea, her apology.

"I know you." You took the book from the table. Now those spells made sense. "Rio Vidal."

"I thought... " She was choking on her regret and doubt. "I thought I wouldn't be able to find you."

"I remember..."

Rio gently touched your cheek. You didn't feel it. Suddenly there was a wall with the thickness of centuries.

"My love..."

"It was always you, wasn't it?" Your fingers were tingling. "You were always the reason."

"I don't..."

"They died because of you."

"What? No."

You grabbed her wrist. You were strong, stronger than you remembered. Purple magic was pouring from your veins. It didn't let Rio move.

"Because of you all those people were dead. You attacked innocents."

"No."

"My coven tried to hunt you. And in return you destroyed others."

'"No, no, no. These are not your memories. It's an illusion your coven gave you."

You pushed her. Rio was the plague. You remembered it. Your sisters warned you.

"I will banish you from here."

Rio didn't even think about defending herself. She needed to let you be closer.

You grabbed her by the throat. Rio only obeyed. You needed to cut out her black heart.

You waved and the dagger appeared in your hand. You were calling for your weapon. It returned to the magic that created it. But the second you were ready to swing, it burned you.

You were holding the same knife Rio gave you. It wasn't possible. Your enemy was protecting you.

"No. It's not true..."

Yes, you didn't remember. But what if... you were holding a piece of your old life. Rio was in every cell of your body. How long were you like this? How long were you far from her? You were still washed over by hate. But not because of Rio. No, you couldn't hurt her.

"I can help you..."

You shook your head in disbelief and disappeared in purple smoke.

_____

You didn't know where to go. The life you remembered wasn't yours, just as a life you were living for the last who knew how many years.

Your sisters betrayed you, they were not the only ones. Such strong magic required the assistance of the sorcerer supreme.

It doesn't matter what you were thinking about, you always were coming back to Rio. She saved you, she broke the spell. But if she was the one lying. What if she forged the blade? No, no, not possible. Not your Rio. Your Rio? What these weeks meant for you? Were you in love?

Not only your head, your blood was boiling with magic. You forgot this feeling. You were trying to control the shaking in your hands but it was just getting worse.

"Rio." you whispered.

"Yes, my love."

She appeared in front of you. Her crown was glowing in the dark. No point in playing pretend anymore.

"This blade belongs to me."

Rio nodded.

"You're the entity that is protecting me."

Nod again.

"What happened?"

"They wanted to separate us. They were afraid that you would have special treatment. And with that become too powerful for them to handle."

"Special treatment?"

"Yes." Rio hesitated. "You were the only one who could have my... favor."

"I don't understand."

"You could be invincible. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You were one of the more powerful wielders of magic. And that was a dangerous combination. So they hid you. Sealed you in the book. It took me centuries to find you."

Your heart was aching. If it was true, your life was taken by those whom you considered family.

"And we..." You blinked away a memory. "Did we ever have a garden?"

"Oh, yes." Rio dared to come closer. "I created a pocket dimension for us. Just us. We could do whatever we wanted."

"I also remember that Rio is not your only name."

She was dreading this moment. For her only hope was left. But for you it was finally the beginning. Not the memories, but affection was guiding you. All those memories of Rio's betrayal. You had to trust your heart. Hate wasn't yours, it wasn't real.

 Yes, it was the truth. It was always Rio. The only thing you wanted was for her to be your reason for existence. And it only could be explained with memories that you couldn't fathom.

You were gravitating towards her. It was easier for you to believe in the ghost of ancient love than lose Rio. Your Rio.

"No, it's not."

For the first time Rio wasn't looking you in the eyes. You had to lift her chin. She was barely breathing, she was barely even functioning, waiting for your sentence. Regal entity reduced to a mortal.

"I'm in love with Rio, but Lady Death..." You pulled her into a kiss. This time your powers entwined with the glow being almost unbearable to be around. "...is a part of me."

"I will help you remember. I will help you return everything they've stolen from you."

"Oh yes." You smiled into her skin. "Right after I punish those who separated us."

[schakira]

Here are some details. (Balance Patch 2, March 8th 2023)

Double Jump (Can be upgraded to gain additional jumps. Has no limit cap.)

Stamina wheel (Can be upgraded to last longer. Recharges quickly.)

3-slot Inventory (An invisible storage. Their total weight is added to you. Can be upgraded to gain just one more slot.)

No Fall Damage up to 10 times your height. Anything above that will still you damage like normal. (Edit 2: NERFED AGAIN.)

Actually Useful Tips from a side character that is with you 24/7. (Edit: Clarification — They will not be doing anything other than giving you really useful tips.)

5mn long Loading Screen when you travel around so it feels like you're instant travelling (You're not. You're zoning out until your destination. Your body remains in stasis during that period, i.e. you can't get old, hungry, or die.) (works for wait times)

QTE (time slows a bit whenever something critical happens. Gives you more time to think. upgrades will make you slightly faster in slowed-time. Only 2 upgrades available.) (EDIT: BUFFED. A Necessary buff.)

Multiple Dialogue Choices (gives you recommended replies during every interactions you have, with approval ratings in percentages next to them.)

View stats (View the stats of anyone and anything, including yourself. "Stats" include anything that can be measured, something quantifiable. INT and WIS for example do not exist. But the weird stats like the amount of neuron connections one has? yeah sure that shows up.)

Health potion (Instantly heal anything a doctor/surgeon/medicine/time can fix. You only get 4 potions.) (EDIT: Clarification — This does indeed include therapy. What else could be healed, I let you choose at your own discretion, so long as it's not death.)

Skip. (You can force people to skip their dialogues and immediately retain info. If upgraded, will work on practically anything that requires you to wait — as in you can force skip a red light to turn green. Or force skip a book to read it quickly. Does not work on the concept of time itself - That's the loading screen's job.)

Achievments (Ex. : Congrats, you've pooped 100 times in one month! Includes % of humanity having the same achievment. + You gain a plastic/bronze/silver/gold/platinum trophy based on the achievement's rarity.) (Edit: BUFFED — you can sell those trophies!)

[061306]

␥ list of things i’ve successfully manifested !

i discovered manifestation and the law around early 2022 and here's what i have manifested since then! this might not be much but this is to remind me that i am capable of anything and everything!

𖥻 1. clearer skin

i used to have a terrible breakout on the right side of my face + oily skin. now my skin is much better and less oily! i do not have acne anymore.

𖥻 2. weight loss ( 14 kgs )

i went from 69 kgs to 55 kgs in around two months with minimal exercise ( walking ) & a simple diet.

𖥻 3. height increase ( 11cm )

i used to be 150cm but not anymore lol. i got better proportions too!

𖥻 4. text messages & instant replies from people.

i also manifested message from a friend i was no longer in contact with.

𖥻 5. passing exams i thought i was going to fail

accountancy was my weakest subject but i manifested passing several tests and exams. i also manifested getting better in it!

𖥻 6. getting above average % board exams

board examinations are a big deal in my country and i, unfortunately, ended in a stream i was not interested in. i manifested getting ~80% in them despite getting way lesser in school examinations.

𖥻 7. food

one single thought turned into an assumption and i am having whatever i want for dinner!

𖥻 8. storage of my phone increasing

i only have 32gb of storage in my phone lol. so sometimes i have to clear app caches to make space, but not anymore.

𖥻 9. love confession

i simply wanted a love confession and i got it. as easy as it gets.

𖥻 10. an increament in my mom’s salary & money for myself

my mom really wanted an increament and i manifested it! she got increament of 5.5k! also manifested a bonus for her. + got gift money from my parents and relatives!

𖥻 11. letting go of & detaching from several people

i used to be attached some people that hurt me but not anymore. i have let go of them and it feels so much better.

𖥻 12. books & manga ( jjk )

my mom is not the type to let me spend money on buying books ( for leisure reading ), much less a comic book. but i manifested her allowing me to buy 4 books + 1 manga volume! she even paid for them.

𖥻 13. delaying the start of my college, teachers & professors taking leaves, not getting scolded for submitting assignments late

my college was supposed to start from early june but i manifested a delay and it started from mid-july. i have manifested both school teachers and college professors taking leaves on my desired days.

𖥻 14. nice aura + compliments

i have a magnetic aura, people feel comfort around me and i get so many compliments about literally everything i do!

𖥻 15. quick deliveries of my orders

🤭🤭🤭

𖥻 16. winning an elocution competition

i was really worried because i only found about it a day before and some other contestants had been trained by their professors. i was full of nerves but still won the first rank! the judges said my content was unique and everything i did was perfect.

𖥻 17. kitten type beauty

manifested myself big upturned eyes with pretty lashes & a v-shaped face with smooth skin!

𖥻 18. cats loving me

call me a cat whisperer the way cats love me! i can easily befriend any cat!!! ˃ᴗ˂

𖥻 19. desired skincare products for cheap

i really wanted vitamin c serum and face cleanser and sometime later i saw an ad with an offer to get both for 1 rupee! crazy right?

𖥻 20. entering the void on several occasions.

i have entered the void several times albeit unaware. recently i've started becoming aware before snapping out of it!

masterlist. | notes – i've also manifested getting a merch of my bias. i got it from my best friend as gift but i didn't add it on the list because i didn't want break the perfect 20. also this list is as on 04 DEC 2023.

[anarkissed-ao3]

Silent Hill 2 Remake Guide

How to get All New Game+ Endings in One Playthrough

Note that the Endings themselves aren't spoiled save for the titles, but the locations of items, names, etc, are spoiled as this is a comprehensive guide. I tried this recently, and it worked, and it took me forever to make this list so i decided to post it lol– I hope it helps. <3

Comprehensive list to get All 4 item-based/ New Game + Endings in One Playthrough of Silent Hill 2 Remake

Beginning of Game

Graveyard

Crimson Ceremony (rebirth)- look for a lone grave on the shore in the northeastern corner of the graveyard. In front of the gravestone will be a book with a red cover

Witse Rd., after passing through tunnel

Key of Sorrow (Stillness) - a green car on Wiltse Rd. right after passing through the tunnel. Use the chainsaw to smash its back window and take the key from the back seat

Eastern Southvale

Pet Center by Big Jay's Diner–

Broken Key Part. (Dog) In Eastern South Vale, find the Pet Center next to Big Jay’s diner. The key part will be in the back storage room past the counter

The Jeweller's Store–

Blue Gem. (UFO) In Eastern South Vale, find The Jewellers store next to The Pet Center. Smash the left storefront window and grab a jewel from the display.

Saul St. Apartments

Examine Blue Gem in Eastern South Vale, next to a graffiti of an eye on the back of a vent on the roof of the Saul Street Apartments. (UFO)

Rosewater Park

Examine Blue gem in Rosewater Park, in the northeastern corner of the pier before you meet Maria. (UFO)

Western Southvale

Near Baldwin Mansion

White Chrism. (rebirth)Western South Vale, a bottle with a white liquid on a table near the front door to the Baldwin Mansion

(Note that talking to Maria at the gate to Baldwin Mansion will give points for Maria ending)

After Jack's Inn, Katz St.

Broken Key Part. (Dog) In Western South Vale, after you pass through Jacks Inn find a back yard gate with a dog bone symbol next to the first house on Katz Street. Proceed inside and collect the second key part inside the dog house. (Combine Key parts)

Hospital

Small Chest. (Bliss) In the gazebo of the Brookhaven Hospital Garden

Post-Hospital, pre-Historical Society

Pete's Bowl-O-Rama

Rusted Key (Bliss) In Pete's Bowl-O-Rama, there's a safe that becomes available during New Game+. The code for the safe is 1887, which you can learn from the memo by the corpse at the west end of Nathan Ave. Inside the safe, you will find the key to the box from the gazebo. DO NOT DRINK THE WHITE CLAUDIA YET.

Historical Society

Obsidian Goblet. (Rebirth) Silent Hill Historical Society, a black goblet in a wall niche in the main exhibition hall.

Lakeview Hotel, Fog (Normal) World

Examine Blue Gem immediately upon arriving at Lakeview hotel dock

NOTE: If you want to complete a normal ending, such as Maria, Leave, or Water, wait to pick up the item in Lost & Found until you create your Save JUST before entering Room 312 to watch the tape and complete instant endings: Dog, Bliss, UFO. Complete all objectives until you get to room 312, and then save before picking up the book in Lost & Found. Then complete all desired instant endings, reload, and pick up the book in Lost & Found, continuing as normal via watching the tape. Complete required objectives in the otherworld, and save before reaching the safe in the Manager's Office, after the cutscene with the fire room. Complete Rebirth by NOT collecting the Toluca Postcard in the safe, finishing the game to get the Rebirth ending, and then reloading the OTHERWORLD save, collecting the Toluca postcard in the Otherworld, and acquiring Stillness, for easiest route to finishing all endings in a single playthrough. If you want to finish a different ending, Reload your Room 312 Save and Complete the game as normal without picking up the book or postcard, and you will get whatever ending you collected the most points for.)

First Floor

Lost & Found:

To get Rebirth Ending:

“Lost Memories”. (Rebirth) book that is found on a shelf inside the Lost & Found room (replaces the Lost & Found Note that is here during a normal game). Collecting the four items for Rebirth and finishing the game WITHOUT collecting the 'Toluca Postcard' for Stillness will grant you the rebirth ending.

Third Floor

Dog Ending:

Observation Room (Next to Room 312)

Use the 'Dog' key on the Observation Room Door. This will immediately give you the 'Dog' ending.

Room 312

Bliss Ending:

Drink the White Claudia and watch the tape in room 312. This will immediately give you the 'Bliss' Ending

UFO ending:

Examine the Blue Gem in room 312. This will immediately give you the UFO ending.

Hotel Otherworld (After watching Tape in 312 normally)

Manager's Office (after the fire room cutscene) —

Toluca Postcard. (Stillness) There is a locked safe that requires both a key and a code in the corner of Manager’s Office in the Otherworld Hotel.

Use the Key of Sorrow for the key lock, and input the code 314 (right 3, left 1, right 4) for the combination lock. Inside you will find the Toluca Postcard.

Complete the game with the Toluca Postcard to get the Stillness ending. NOTE: Doing so will cancel out getting the rebirth ending, even if you acquire all rebirth items, so SAVE before collecting the Toluca postcard for getting either ending easily via reload.

hope this helps someone lol

[theroxian]

jordana apprentice au chapter 1

(well thats the name until i think of something better and shove this on ao3 (thanks ao3 for being difficult with the sign up omg))

after the tournament of sources a tired jordana, all out of options, seeks out the only person she believes she can help right her wrongs. The high sorceress of mysterium- though this new position offers her more than she could've ever anticipated.

“Alright dear, I may be getting a little slow on the uptake” the sorceress glanced up from her teacup, “but who exactly are you again?”

Jordana sighed, perhaps for the fifth time in the past minute. For someone so legendary, she had imagined the high sorceress of mysterium to be, more legendary? Her greatest feats, all her legendary spells, all reduced to this shabby old monastery. And maybe it was an acquired taste, but the place was a mess. Books strewn along shelves carelessly, half baked potions left in boxes, what looked to be a streak of rainbow glitter in the sorceress’s hair.

“My name is jordana. I come from Imperium and-”

“Imperium?” the sorceress interrupted. Again. “Isn't that the place with all the fancy, techy, sci-fi stuff? Why the hell are you in a place like this?”

“Well, I mean-” Jordana stuttered. But the question wasn't unfounded- what exactly was she doing in a place like this? Jordana wasn't a magician- at least not until recently. She didn't have the experience to be even in the mere presence of the high sorceress, did she? God, she was just wasting her time. The sorceress was going to figure her out. Jordana knew it. She would be kicked to the curb again. Left to fend for herself. Again. Hell she even deserved it. Everything it did. Everything she did. It would've been better if she had never come here at all. What was she even thinking, going directly to the high sorceress of mysterium? Pathetic. Maybe she should just leave. At least she wouldn't be around to hear the sorceress say it herself. Maybe- 

“Dear, dear are you alright?” enquired the sorceress softly “you seem a bit uptight.”

Jordana looked up. 

“NOW if you are, i do not wish to intrude… whatever your name was-”

“Jordana…” she sighed. Honestly she did want to be mad, but she didn't have the energy anymore.

“Jordana, you should-”

“Im fine” 

“Well dear, if you're so sure.” the sorceress replied “you still haven't answered my question- why exactly are you here?”

Jordana froze. 

“Well, high sorceress-” she blurted out hurriedly. How was she supposed to say this? “Recently, I have been made, aware, of your legendary feats, your magical prowess… and I know, someone as low as myself… isn't really in a position to ask anything of you…” jordana crawled into herself. God, she was really doing this. This was a mistake, she knew it.

“Will you teach me?”

“An imperian, wanting to learn magic?” the sorceress contemplated. Looking her eyes side to side as she did so.

Jordana held her breath, dreading each moment as they washed over her.

“Well dear…” the sorceress’s eyes lit up  “why didn't you say so?!”

The sorceress threw her teacup down, softening its landing by turning the plate it rested on into a small pillow. Jordana cautiously looked up. All the relief in the world being thrust upon her in a single instant. Was it really that simple? 

“Why, I haven't had a new apprentice application in centuries!” she said as she began frantically sorting through, or throwing around, whatever miscellaneous items she had on the shelf behind her. 

The sorceress sighed. “No, what I'm looking for isn't here… stupid Janet” she scoffed Janet's name under her breath. Though jordana failed to see how realistically Janet could have messed with any of the sorceresses' things, or why she would, she knew better than to question the woman who had just given her a chance at her, well a, life back. “We’ll have to check the other storage room.”

Jordana got herself up, after a bit of time. She was tired, so, so tired. Not that the sorceress seemed to care. That was fine though. It was nothing she couldn't handle. If jordana had learned one thing in imperium it was how to work, and work hard. Only perfection was acceptable, and for a job like this, she would have to be better than that. 

The other room was, surprisingly clean, all things considered. Apart from the odd spiderweb or two. 

“Don't mind the mess, dearie, this room doesn't see a lot of use.” That was probably why. The sorceress looked around for a moment. Each book or potion or whatever the sorceress was checking for added another no to the cacophony.

“Well dear aren't you going to help?” the sorceress returned her gaze to jordana.

“Um- of course high sorceress… what exactly are we looking for?”

“Oh you'll know when you see it” she so helpfully replied. “Besides, it should be just- AHA!” the sorceress yanked up a slab of fabric from under some potions. 

“Do you like it?” she said as she unravelled the fabric. “I know it's not the most, sightly, but anything must be better than your current attire. All that metal cannot be comfy dearie” 

She flew it over to jordana, or rather it grew a pair of wings and flew itself over. It was a jacket, not unlike the one the sorceress herself was wearing brown with a distinct green swirl pattern on the cuffs, only with a noticeably higher amount of dust and cobwebs on it. Not the worst uniform she’d ever seen, surprisingly. “I’d have to ask my daughter for something better, she's about your age, how old are you exactly?”

“14..”

“Well, give or take around a few thousand years… she's quite into fashion i'm sure she’d have something you would like”

“This is more than enough, high sorceress, t-thank you”

“Please dear, call me Gandalaria.” 

“Of course miss Gandalaria” 

“And now dear-” the sorceress clapped her hands, illuminating the room in a flashing parade of rainbow colours. “Do make yourself at home. You've got a big first day tomorrow” she added in a sing-songy tone and then slamming the door.

The room had transformed itself into a bedroom, far larger than she had ever had before. With a large desk, a bookshelf, and even a window sill with several plant pots and a multitude of trinkets littering it. It was far too large to be just a bedroom, jordana thought. It must be a space where the sorceress can send her when she doesn't want to see her. Which if it was anything like her last room, would be a lot. 

Well this time it wouldn't be. Jordana just had to ensure the sorceress didn't have a reason to shut her away. She just had to work harder, harder than with LaRow, harder than with Ras. This was her only chance at any form of redemption for its actions, the ones that blood stained her very hands. Failure wasn't an option.

Jordana reached over to the shelf of gandalrias books and grabbed one.

[slow-burn-sally]

Stuff I've learned about how my brain works post-ADHD diagnosis.

I never hit stop on an alarm or reminder if I haven't yet done the thing it's supposed to remind me of. I ALWAYS HIT SNOOZE UNTIL THE TASK IS DONE. Otherwise, the task will not get done.

Anything that I want to bring with me on a daily basis when I leave the house (keys, meds, lip balm, wallet, deodorant, mail to be mailed, anything) must live in my pocketbook. Anything I take out of my pocketbook and do not put back will never leave the house. Anything I know I must bring with me the next day must immediately be put into the pocketbook, or my work backpack, the instant I think of it, or I will forget.

I do not put anything on top of the thing I need to remember. If my taxes need to be filed, I cannot put my printed out tax forms under a book or my laptop. Out of sight, out of mind. No object permanence. It must be kept in a clearly visible space in order for me to remember that it exists.

Plastic, see-through Tupperware containers are great for storage and organization. If I can't see through the container, I'll never remember what's in there.

At night after I've had a smoke and am watching tv, if I need to go into my room to get something, I must repeat the thing in my mind, over and over, so that I don't forget it on the way there. "bathrobe, bathrobe, bathrobe." "Lip balm, lip balm lip balm." "Water bottle, water bottle, water bottle."

At work, I write down lists of things I need to do and check them off, one by one. I set reminders in my email. I finish tasks before I start on new ones. I keep people who request favors from me on the phone while I write up the email or solve their problem. I tell them "I'm keeping you on the phone until I do this so I won't forget." No one has ever complained about it.

Before I ask a question by email, I try my best to research if it has been answered already. Before I answer a question by email, I triple check myself to make sure I'm correct. I slowly and carefully reread the email, (not easy if it's about dull instructions or procedures, because my eyes keep trying to slip over it without letting my brain absorb it). This one is tough, but when I don't do it, I typically feel like a jackass when I say something wrong or redundant with a bunch of people copied as witnesses to my mistakes.

I set timers when I put water on to boil or put something to bake in the oven. I try to never leave the kitchen without doing this, because if I don't, pots and pans get ruined, or the water boils away to nothing, or the meat overcooks when I eventually get sucked into fanfiction, or a show, or scrolling through Tumblr, and forget that I'm cooking. Not setting a timer is also a great way to accidentally start a fire in your kitchen!

I message people back the instant I remember to do it. If not, it could take weeks to remember.

Feel free to add anything that comes to mind if you want. Our solutions have to work for each of us individually, but sometimes advice can be sort of universal. I'd love to hear more workarounds!

[lizzisimss]

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[misirosekisiro]

When Two Worlds Collide - A Swapped Superhero Story

>.> เอาภาพประกอบออก system flag, คนสามารถถ่ายภาพ วีดีโอโชว์กางเกงใน โชว์��อ้จ้อนได้ แต่ภาพวาดสไปเดอร์แมนที่เป้าตุงเก���นไม่ผ่านกฎ เอาที่สบายใจ

Eric couldn't believe his luck – after weeks of struggling to keep afloat amid mounting financial woes, he finally stumbled across information regarding a potentially lucrative invention housed within the University's highly secretive Laboratory. Gripped by the promise of instant wealth, Eric devised a plan to pilfer the coveted research grant meant to support innovation and discovery amongst the faculty members. However, his actions would prove detrimental not only to himself but also alter the fate of others around him forever.

With determination etched upon his face, Eric entered the dimly lit confines of the Laboratory, making sure no one saw him slip past security checkpoints and head towards the research facility containing the mysterious invention which promised fortune.

As Eric delved further into the heart of the building, he could feel adrenaline pump through his veins while simultaneously ignoring warnings of guilt surging forth from deep within. In the darkness ahead, he perceived vague silhouettes outlining the contours of scientific instruments, creating an eerie ambiance surrounding the environment.

His pulse quickened, anticipating finding the treasure hidden among these shadows - the unparalleled wealth waiting just beyond reach. But despite his excitement, he remained cautiously aware that the risk involved far outweighed potential rewards; he might lose everything if caught attempting such a brazen act of thievery. With each step forward, he felt an urgency pressing against his chest like a vice, compelling him ever closer toward destiny.

Then he found a locked cabinet. He think that the goverment's funds must store in there.

So he decide to take a chance on breaking into the cabinet. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the heavy metal object lying nearby—a wrench. It had been used countless times before, its surface scratched and worn from years of service. This time, however, it held the key to changing his life irrevocably.

Slowly, deliberately, Eric positioned the jagged edge of the wrench underneath the lock mechanism. His breath came in ragged gasps, fearful of being discovered midway through his daring mission. Clenching his teeth together, he summoned all his strength and began twisting the tool forcefully against the lock. Metal screeched against metal, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto the cold concrete beneath him.

The sound of the ratcheting lock gave way with a resounding click, causing Eric to exhale sharply in relief. Victory seemed tantalizingly close now, driving him relentlessly forward, fueled by a single-minded obsession. The prize awaiting him behind the door was more than enough motivation to push aside any lingering hesitations.

Then the locked broke and fall to the floor, a metal clink sound echo through silent's lab.

Peter, who happened to be studying just floor below. picked up that voice emanating form the lab, He sigh and close the book, look around, found no one, he change in to a spiderman's costume.

He quickly scaled walls and ceilings, navigating through the complex architecture of the institution with ease, driven by his insatiable curiosity. His senses heightened, detecting every vibration, every minuscule movement that may signal danger or opportunity. Almost instantly, he located the source of the unusual noise – it was indeed originating from the secluded lab, an area typically avoided by students during normal hours.

Amidst the haze of his preoccupied thoughts, something unexpected occurred; Peter noticed another figure rummaging near the locked storage cabinets.

He sigh in silent. Just another theif.Thought Peter, looking at Eric trying to break into the storage. His thought process was interrupted by Eric's sudden action, He open the storage and holding some device up in his hand.

Fear to make a damage to university's invention. Peter shout. "You'r better putthat thing down!" His voice resonated through the empty corridors of the vast establishment, carrying the weight of authority borne of concern rather than arrogance. Despite wearing Spiderman's suit, he still maintained a sense of vulnerability, unaware of how to use his newfound powers effectively. Yet even though his body language radiated unease, his resolve remained steadfast, rooted firmly in the belief that what he did today mattered greatly for tomorrow's consequences.

But for Eric, found somone shout at him. He turn in panic while still holding a device in his hand. His hand may trumble in fear, or may his finger slip. No matter what, the device was active and shoot a ray to Spiderman.

"Please not arrest me!" Eric shout and close his eye in fear.

When the spider's sense warn Peter, it's too late. He take too less caution since he encounter planty of normal theif in his hero's life.

Shower of the Ray was land on Peter's body. At first he found nothing happen. It's just like you shoot a flashlight to someone.

Thought Peter, feeling no pain. Then it's happen. His sight start to lower. Peter think it's mayMinimizing device, that decrease his body size, like an Ant man. But when he check is body, he suddenly found, its more , a lot more , trouble situation. His body inside spiderman's suit was flatten, slowly flat to the floor. Like a balloon lost it air.Peter's body deflates, crumpling to the ground.

After a while, Eric found only a silence around. He finally open his eyes. Found superhero now disappear. Left only his spiderman suit on the floor.

Eric thrown a device on the floor, it's give some spark noise and shut itself down. Then he walkforward to hero's suit on the floor cautiously,keep looking around but found no one else. Where're that hero gone? Why he left his costume here and go aways.

He pick the spiderman custome up, since he grab on hero's mask, then it was remove form other piece of costume. Then he feels shocked, he found a skin of young man slip form the mask to the floor.

What kind of trick is this! Who dare play trick on him? Is this a joke played by campus gangsters? He looks around carefully again, but find nobody except him alone in the room. His anger rising from his gut to his throbbing temples. Eric don't know why, but suddenly, he wants to test this skin. Maybe it has some special ability. Or maybe they were playing prank on him, this was part of the trick.

It doesn't matter now anyway, right? Since Eric already made a decision. He want to be strong like the hero.

He think this might solve his problem. So Eric pick a skin up, it's loosen form the spiderman costume. It's young man skinsuit, full naked. his size is so small compare to Eric himself. somewhat people call lean muscular build or so.

He try to find an open, where he can put his body in. And found a big vertical hole on it's back. Just like a body suit without zipper.

Eric tries hard to get into the skin. Finally, he managed to pull his own legs and arms into sleeves, feet into shoes and torso into a fitting vest. Then, somehow, he forced the rest of his bulky frame into the remaining portions of the garments. There was hardly any space leftover as the material conformed tightly to his robust physique. Still, he persisted until his entire body was covered in the snug fabric, leaving no exposed flesh visible. He see on his hard cock, it's almost double of skinsuit size, make ituncomfortable inside the suit. Although disoriented initially, soon the suit adjusted perfectly to his body, or must say his body was adjust to the suit. His Bulky frame was shrink until fit in to skinsuit. He try find a mirror to see himself.

Standing tall in front of the reflective surface, Eric couldn't help but marvel at his transformation. His once burly, powerful physique appeared slender and agile, molded into the confines of the flexible suit. Even his face appeared smaller and refined, albeit obscured slightly by the familiar white eyepieces. Strangely, his limbs retained their characteristic bulkiness, giving him an oddly proportioned appearance. He tried lifting his arm experimentally, feeling the fluidity of his movements, testing the range of motion granted by the newly acquired attire. He feel powerful

in his new body. Surprisingly, he also experience increase in his speed, jump higher, stronger than before. In fact, it seems like his overall physical abilities increased significantly after putting on the skin. When he try to protect his head when he jump too high, he found that his hands was stick to a ceiling.

His heart beat faster than ever. That could mean...couldn't it? It felt unbelievable. He was flying. Flying just like Spider-Man. Eric grinned wide, reveling in his newfound capability. He hadn't realized how much he envied these seemingly trivial aspects of Spidey's existence - web swinging, wall crawling, quick wit. Now, incredibly, it was all within reach. Excitement coursed through his veins, intensifying with each passing moment.

Then the memory also flood in his brain. A life of Peter Paker who is a spiderman.

"So Spiderman is Peter Paker, a nerd. I think use to see him around campus. but never know he is spiderman.

Thinking Eric excitedly. This means whatever happens tonight, he won't have to worry about facing his academic rival. For years, he had been jealous of Peter's intelligence and cleverness. This time, however, things would be different. With this unique advantage, he wouldn't need to rely solely on brute force anymore. This newfound power had provided him with an escape route out of his financial quagmire, which had only worsened day by day.

Actually he can forget his old Eric life, just stay in Peter's identity. So he no need to worry about those dept anymore. Breath new life!, with super spiderman power!, do anything I want!

Thought Eric with a smirk. He swung his fist through the air, sending invisible weblines shooting forth as if gravity had taken leave. Grinning triumphantly, he flexed his fingers, admiring them as extensions of his newfound prowess. These feelings of invincibility propelled him further into a dreamlike state. Everything seemed surreal, as if he were traversing an alternate reality, immune to consequences. He decided it was time to celebrate. Time to indulge.

Then he found he still nake, he walk to spiderman costume on the floor.

"Well," thought Eric, chuckling inwardly.

"There's no reason for me to continue being Eric Moore." Tossing aside any lingering remorse or guilt over taking possession of another person's life, he chose instead to embrace the opportunity presented to him. After all, there wasn't anyone who knew him enough to identify him as 'Spider-man'. He relished in the irony – his very presence here in the laboratory stemmed from a desire to obtain money illegally, yet now fate itself conspired against him in such a whimsical manner.

So he start to dressing in spiderman's costume.

Slipping the iconic red boots onto his feet, pulling the stretchy spandex over his enhanced muscles, and securing the web-shooters on his wrists. His excitement grew exponentially as he adorned himself in the legendary threads, allowing his imagination to run wild. Each element of the ensemble brought to life a new facet of the persona he wished to adopt – confident, brave, wise beyond his years. Almost instantly, he felt transformed.

This feeling to take over hero's life was too much for him to contain.

Feeling exuberant, Eric stared at his reflection in the mirror, clad in the familiar red and blue uniform. His confidence levels rose astronomically, accompanied by an intense sexual charge coursing through his veins. This newfound strength and speed aroused a hunger deep within him, awakening hidden passions. Sweat dripped down his forehead as visions of his conquests danced tantalisingly in his mind. It was time to assert dominance, time to prove his worth as the new embodiment of Peter's alter ego, Spider-Man.

He can smell a scent of Peter in the suit, suit that he wear it all day long,

and even sweating under it, making a mix of scents. Smelling that makes him feel connected to Peter. More than just wearing his clothes, he took on something personal, intimate. He wanted to savour this sensation. Yet at the same time, his sense of ownership became increasingly possessive, wanting to eliminate any trace of Peter in order to fully immerse himself in the role. He was ready to explore what truly lay beneath the mask.

With a swift movement, he discarded the white eyepieces Peter wore to cover his eyes.

Removing them revealed his true vision – sharp, crystal clear sight far superior to human limitations. He gazed upon his surroundings with keen interest, observing the subtle nuances previously unnoticed. It seemed almost magical, having access to heightened perception as Spider-Man. His heart raced with anticipation, driven by the urgency to test his powers.

The idea of sneaking past unsuspecting individuals appealed greatly to Eric, particularly since he bore resemblance to Peter Parker. But first, he needed sustenance. Hunger raged within him, demanding satisfaction. Licking his lips hungrily, he pondered where best to satisfy this primal craving. Perhaps he should venture closer to one of the city hotspots known for its thriving nightlife.

Stealthily, he glided towards the exit, utilizing his newfound skills to traverse the building undetected.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins, fueling his euphoria as he imagined confronting various challenges along the way. The wind whispered softly through his ears, echoing eerily amidst the otherwise silent environment. He moved effortlessly through the corridors, feeling strangely free and empowered by his ability to scale walls and navigate the intricate structures of the laboratory complex. Gone were the days spent brooding over failed attempts to excel academically – he had traded them for boundless potential and unfettered exploration.

The freedom afforded to him by donning the Spider-Man suit filled him with exhilaration. He allowed the thrill of adventure to consume him completely, losing track of time as he sailed among rooftops, dazzled by the prospect of conquering great adversaries and liberating innocence from oppressive forces.

Feeling more alive than ever, Eric began to understand why Peter Parker continued to assume the mantle of Spider-Man despite numerous obstacles and setbacks.

Chapter 2

Eric swaggered across the roofline, surveying the twinkling city below with sheer delight. Powerful gales blew through his wiry hair, carrying with them the tangible energy of his recent exploits. As a wave of electric pleasure cascaded through his core, he surveyed the vast metropolitan landscape – an expanse ripe for plunder. With ease, he navigated the craggy buildings, scaling vertical surfaces and soaring over towering edifices without hesitation. Unbeknownst to most inhabitants, they shared space with two distinct entities locked in combat.

One a vigilante seeking justice in the face of criminal activity, the other consumed by ambition and greed. Their paths intertwined in unexpected ways, leading both toward mutual understanding and common ground. Despite their differing goals, neither desired a violent confrontation. Instead, they sought camaraderie born from shared experiences – albeit tempered by competition.

As he descended back to earth, the cool evening breeze caressed his skin, causing goosebumps to rise in response. Below him lay an array of enticing venues nestled amidst the illuminated landscape.

The he found, one figure standing in the dark ally, He dressing in all black with balaclava cover his face. He just laugh cause he also dressing like that just hour ago. That thief try to break-in a shop backdoor.

Eric approached stealthily, maintaining his focus while simultaneously assessing the situation. Although the individual appeared less agile compared to Spider-Man, their resourcefulness compensated for their lack of physical aptitude. Concealing himself behind a nearby dumpster, Eric silently observed their movements. As he peered from his hiding spot, the thief managed to pick the lock with remarkable skill, demonstrating considerable expertise in burglary techniques. Eric couldn't help but marvel at the audacity displayed by these criminals operating right under everyone's noses.

Then he attack, he want to test his ability.

Swiftly leaping into action, Eric demonstrated his acrobatic prowess by launching himself off the wall directly above the thief. As he descended upon the unsuspecting figure, the intruder raised an alarm clock and aimed it menacingly towards Eric. However, before the weapon could be activated, Spider-Man expertly deflected the projectile with precise precision. He lunged forward, grappling with the would-be robber in an attempt to subdue them without harm. He shoot the web, lock a theif both arm, and leg's to the wall, render him off form any movement.

"A... spiderman.."

What? No!", exclaimed the caught thief, struggling fruitlessly against Spidey's strong grip. "How did you…?"

In response, Eric grinned mischievously, teasing the bewildered felon. "Call it intuition, my friend," he quipped playfully. Feeling victorious after apprehending his prey.

He remove mask form theif face. A young man, also looking good. So waste to become a mere theif. Eric feels want to play with his prey.

His feelings surge with excitement, fueled by the prospect of indulging in his newly discovered passion. He approaches the captive, running his fingers gingerly along the contours of the young man's face. His touch eliciting shivers of pleasure as well as fear from the captured thief. The air crackles with palpable chemistry, charged by the sudden transformation of roles.

Captivated by Eric's mesmerising charms, the trapped thief allows himself to succumb entirely to his will.

Surrendering his resistance, he becomes nothing more than a vessel for Eric's fantasies. The power dynamic shifted rapidly, placing Eric firmly in command. He relished the opportunity to embrace his own inclinations, allowing the intensity of his desire to dictate their course of events. The city might not know it, but there existed a secret world within its boundaries - a place brimming with forbidden pleasures waiting to be claimed.

Desire courses through Eric's veins, igniting his libido with ferocious heat.

Boldly grasping the thief's slim waist, he pulls him close, kissing him fiercely. Teeth nipping at tender flesh, drawing gasps of surprise from his helpless captor. Each movement synchronized to the rhythm of the beat pulsing between them.

Energised by the adrenaline flowing through his veins, Eric pushes his limits further, engaging in acts once considered taboo.

He want to try something, he move himself to the wall which young thief still stuck in. He climb the wall with his head down. Bury his face into the crotch of theif pants. Also bring his crotch to bury on theif face. He can smell

the sweet fragrance coming from his prisoner, reminding him of the last moments spent with Peter. This mixture intensifies his arousal even more, leaving him breathless and eager for more. Slowly, he starts pulling the young thief upwards with his enhanced strength, positioning himself better for the task ahead. He lower a zip of theif pant, see a breif which he also lower it, pull thief member out of his pants. Also bring lower his spiderman costume's waist down, bring up his cock to theif face. Then he move his mask up, show his mouth, put a theif cock inside his mouth. while theif start do same thing to his cock. It's real 69 position! can't not happen without spiderman power! Eric almost laugh out.

Their positions mirrored each other perfectly, creating a symphony of sensuality that reverberated throughout the narrow confines of the alleyway.

Entranced by the hypnotic dance unfolding before him, Eric revels in the ecstatic bliss that consumes him. Every thrust, every moan, reinforces his conviction that this life was meant for him – no longer hindered by the restrictions imposed by Peter’s moral compass.

The intense pleasure coursed through his veins, acting as a catalyst for his escalating desires. The world around them dissolved into insignificance, becoming nothing more than a fleeting memory.

Their bodies slick with sweat, moving together seamlessly, driven by the need to quench their unrelenting passions. Time ceased to exist as they surrendered fully to the powerful union between them. Their fervent endeavors resonated throughout the small alcove, transforming it into a temple dedicated solely to their pursuits.

Each muscle straining, each groan echoing the raw intensity of their coupling. Yet, somehow, they maintained their balance precariously. Fierce determination fueling their journey deeper into the unknown territory. Together, they reached a crescendo, reaching heights far beyond anything previously experienced. For this moment, in the depths of darkness, they reigned supreme, savoring every last drop of passion.

Their hearts raced wildly as their minds attempted to make sense of what transpired.

Even in faint, Eric step down form the wall. White cum still slip form both male's mouth. Eric hug in and do deep kiss.

Their lips moved together in perfect syncopation, their tongues dancing a delicate waltz. Both man semen was mixing in their mouth while they kiss. it's salty but

Eric enjoys it. It felt like victory celebration. Eric feel proud of what he done, conquer both theif's body and soul. Then he release theif form a web.

The young man remained slightly stunned but ultimately grateful, his eyes wide with shock mixed with curiosity. Embarrassment clouded his features initially, until Eric broke the silence with gentle words laced with genuine concern. "Don't worry," he assured softly, a comforting smile creeping onto his lips.

Then he force break open the shop's backdoor. It's easy with super power.

"Take your time! and don't get caugth! " he said then jump form there.

The astonishment evident on the young man's face gradually dissipated, replaced instead by gratitude and admiration.

For his part, Eric reveled in the euphoria, feeling empowered by his new role as a evil of sorts. He want new costume, he will not be a super hero.

As Eric began to explore his transformed self, he realized that his previous identity had been limiting him. In search of a suitable disguise befitting his new persona, he ventured forth into the vast expanse of the city, searching for inspiration. From the vibrant street markets to the dimly lit alleys, he absorbed everything around him, allowing it to shape the person he wanted to become. With renewed confidence and determination, he strode boldly across the city, eager to leave behind his former constraints.

Throughout his journey, various individuals approached him, attempting to strike up conversation. Yet Eric dismissed all such advances, fixated solely on fulfilling his quest for a new alter ego.

He travel back to Peter's home. Knowing that Peter have a talent to make a super hero's suit.

Peter's home lies nestled amidst a picturesque neighborhood, surrounded by tall trees whose leaves whispered stories of old. Despite the idyllic setting, the house itself bore stark contrasts to its surroundings. Unlike the meticulously kept houses nearby, Peter's residence appeared somewhat neglected, reflecting the state of mind of its owner.

Entering the gloomy dwelling, Eric surveyed the disarray scattered everywhere. Discarded comics lay strewn about the floor, forgotten books piled high on dusty shelves, evidence of days long past spent lost in imagination.

The room seemed cold and unwelcoming, perhaps reflecting Peter's dwindling interest in his childhood enthusiasm.

As Eric entered the makeshift workshop where Peter crafted his suits, Peter's workspace held a quiet charm; an undeniable sense of possibility that inspired one to dream bigger.

Its walls were covered with sketches, notes, and diagrams illustrating the process of designing each unique garment. Stacks upon stacks of fabric sat neatly organized against one corner, promising infinite possibilities.

The he see one, one of rough design of spiderman suit. but it's fit to Eric taste.

It was sleek, black, and form fitting—a complete departure from Peter's traditional red and blue Spidey attire. As if designed specifically for him, the suit embodied the essence of his new persona, exuding stealth and menace. Purchasing materials from the nearest store, Eric returned to his Peter's house, determined to begin working on his new creation immediately.

Overwhelmed by anticipation, Eric hurried towards his worktable, gathering necessary tools. With careful precision, he cut the fabric according to the measurements laid out earlier.

Stitch by stitch, Eric meticulously pieced together his latest acquisition, ensuring the end result would embody his new image completely. Satisfaction graced his features as he gazed at the nearly completed masterpiece, imagining how it would enhance his already potent allure.

Once satisfied with the final product, Eric slipped on the new suit with practiced ease. Its smoothness glided over his skin effortlessly, melding flawlessly with his silhouette.

The chilling effect of the material added an air of mystery, accentuating the sinister aura radiating off Eric. His sharp eyes pierced through the darkness, scanning the area below for any signs of potential threats. Clad in the new ensemble, Eric felt invincible - ready to take on the challenges presented before him.

He look at now abandon spiderman costume."So it time to goodbye -Spiderman-" and welcome new villain to this town - anArachnid -!"

Eric proclaimed with a hint of malice. He turned away, striding confidently toward the city center. His movements were graceful, akin to a predator stalking its prey. Passersby noticed the striking figure clad in black garments. Some whispered among themselves, intrigued by the mysterious stranger entering their midst. Others regarded him with apprehension, wondering whether this cloaked individual posed a threat to their peaceful lives.

Dominating the skyline stood a massive structure, adorned with billboards and neon lights.

Soon, The News of disappear of Spiderman and Raise of new Villain,an Arachnid was on the Top news. People guess why spiderman is vanish, and world got new spider villain.May the one that come closest to the fact isJonah Jameson who make his newspaper a first page "Spiderman finally reveal his trueself, A villain -Arachnid!" Eric was laugh, "Actually this reveal the closest to the fact. but just real spiderman is long gone with Eric Moore" He see himself in the mirror. Peter looking back. "Only Peter Parker and an Aracnid now."

These words reverberate loudly within Eric's head, bringing clarity to his course of action. Overpowered by newfound ambition, Eric resolutely sets out to prove his worthiness as a worthy adversary to this enigmatic foe.

[a-simp-named-slickback]

The Aftermath | A Starcrossed One Shot

When an injured Roshan is nursed back to health by an old acquaintance, she uncovers new secrets in the aftermath of Basim’s betrayal. Set 2 months after the event of AC Mirage.

Roshan stumbled her way in through a series of doors and hallways. She limped carefully, using the walls as a guide and support. She had no idea where she was exactly since it was so dark, but something in her guided her by muscle memory to this exact spot. Wherever she was, she knew it was familiar and safe…at least safer than where the guards were.

With one hand clasping her midsection and one hand guiding her on the wall, she used her gift to find a place to hide. Glowing a dim gold in the distance, a door came into view in the darkness, and she didn’t hesitate to reach for it.

Roshan shut it behind her, feeling some relief wash over her for a moment. She found herself sliding down the wall, feeling a deep ache in her muscles as the adrenaline left her. Glancing down at her midsection, she noticed it was still damp with blood. How much of it had she lost, she wasn’t sure, she only hoped it wasn’t enough to leave a trail behind.

She had little time to worry about that now. Her lids grew heavy with a need for sleep, and she tried to fight it. The exhaustion coupled with the amount of blood she lost was not a good sign. She tried every trick she had to keep herself awake as she applied more pressure to her wound.

Her heart rate jumped at the sound of footsteps in the distance, but she felt weighted down to the floor. What was the point of trying to move? She was injured and in no condition to fight.

Still, to no avail, the need for rest overtook Roshan in an instant. The moment the door of the room opened, she lost consciousness.

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Slowly, Roshan blinked her eyes open to find herself in an unfamiliar room. It was dimly lit, and her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. There were stacks of books surrounding the place, as if it were a storage area of sorts, rearranged to accommodate someone sleeping there. She figured as much as she was laying on a straw mat covered with numerous blankets and pillows. Whoever put her here wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

There were bandages wrapped around her stomach and chest, and her weapons and armor were gone. Roshan tried sitting up, tensing when she felt a dull ache in her abdomen.

“She’s awake,” A deep voice said near her.

“Where am I?” She wondered to herself, feeling for the pain in her abdomen. Her fingers ghosted over the snug bandages wrapped around her body, wondering who put them there.

A pair of gentle hands guided her to lay back down, “Don’t strain yourself, Roshan,” said a woman’s voice.

Her eyes finally adjusted to the lighting, and she saw a bearded man and a rather young looking woman crouched by her side. They wore matching fine robes of rich browns, green and gold. Roshan could have spent more time gathering details from their appearance, but her eyes lingered on the woman, realizing she knew her.

Her hair, while covered, peaked out from under their confines. The stray curls framed her face, which was scattered with moles, the most prominent being the one on her eyebrow.

The woman in question sighed with relief, “Alhamdualah, you’re alright.” She clasped one of Roshan’s hands.

The old woman squinted, “Nashira?” Her voice was even more gravely than usual, “What am I doing here?”

Nashira furrowed her brows, “You don’t remember?” She shared a worried glance with the bearded man next to her, “I found you all bloodied when I arrived at the House of Wisdom for my morning class. I was on my way to the library when I noticed a trail of blood. My husband and I brought you to our home so you could heal in a safe place.”

Roshan listened intently. Of course her muscle memory led her to the House of Wisdom. Years ago she had once lived there herself, in a time when she was a rouge with nowhere else to go. Those days were a long, long, time ago.

She groaned, feeling her head pounding, “How long was I out?”

“Two days.” Nashira answered, “But you’re alright. The doctor says you’ll make a full recovery with some rest.”

The bearded man nodded, “Yes, you’ll be able to return to your home in no time.” He said. The man said the words not knowing how they came out, completely oblivious to how backhanded they sounded.

Roshan furrowed her brows. She had no home anymore, not since she left the Hidden One’s months ago. Staying in the inn’s under this condition would prove unwise without a way to defend herself. Judging by the lingering pain, it would be a long time before she’d be able to fight again.

Nashira sent her husband a look, cocking up one of her eyebrows at him. It almost amused Roshan how quickly the man’s face turned beet red once he caught on to his mistake.

He cleared his throat, “T-that came out wrong.” He nervously stroked his beard, “What I meant was you’re welcome to stay as long as you like! Please,” he clasped his hands together, “It’s no inconvenience at all.”

His genuine smile told Roshan he meant every word.

Out of the corner of Roshan’s eye, she saw a little white cat stalk it’s way over to Nashira’s side. The cat seemed to tilt its head in curiosity at the sight of the older woman. Roshan remembered the cat must have been Halah, the fluffy cat Nashira kept close to her while staying in the Abbasiyah Bureau.

Omar cleared his throat again, “I have a class to teach soon and need to prepare for it. Will you be alright tending to your friend on your own?”

Nashira nodded, “Of course. I’ll see you when you get home.”

Omar furrowed his brows, “You’re sure? I can always reschedule-”

“I’m fine. Really, I am.” She insisted. She looked as though she tried to force a smile, but it definitely wasn’t convincing, at least not to Roshan. It seemed to be enough for Omar.

He gave her a reluctant smile back, and gently squeezed Nashira’s hand, “I’ll be home soon. Roshan, please make yourself at home. Don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything.” He said before heading out the door.

The silence in the room was broken only by the echoes of Omar’s footsteps. They both waited until it was quiet to speak.

“How much does he know?” Roshan asked just above a whisper, as if she anticipated someone was listening.

“He thinks you are an old friend of my father’s.” Nashira explained, “He knows nothing about your ties to the Hidden Ones.”

Roshan relaxed after hearing that.

Nashira tilted her head, “What happened to you?” She asked, shifting closer to examine some of Roshan’s injuries. The bandages needed to be changed, but at least they didn’t look as bad as when she first arrived here.

“I got into it with some guards who thought I looked suspicious.” She grunted,” They ended up getting the better of me…this time.” She gestured to her midsection.

She glanced at her wrist, where her Hidden Blade once was. She hadn’t realized until now how much she relied on it in combat. If she had it on her, would she have been so easy to take down? She wondered this to herself. Years of training could never leave her body, at least not this quickly. Yet, losing the weapon she was most comfortable with for close combat meant she needed to adjust to yet another change in her life.

“You must have been through so much…” Nashira squinted her eyes in the dim lighting, “What about this injury here on your shoulder?” She pointed to the scar there. It didn’t require a bandage, but it looked much newer than the other scars along Roshan’s arms and shoulders.

Roshan grimaced, her mind flashing back to the events leading to her receiving that scar, “That one I got as a parting gift from our old friend.” She shot Nashira a look.

Nashira furrowed her brows, then her eyes widened when the realization set in, “Basim did that to you?”

Roshan simply nodded.

She took the time to really look at Nashira. She had bags under her brown eyes, looking as though she lacked quite a few nights sleep. Even her cheeks, which were normally round and plump, seemed hollow in comparison. She had clearly lost some weight since the last time Roshan saw her.

She knew not what to make of Nashira’s demeanor. No doubt it had been months since she saw Basim as well. Plus, if her initial hunch was correct, which they often were, she knew for a fact Nashira and Basim were not just friends like she claimed in their first meeting. Something was definitely going on between them.

Nashira swallowed hard, “H-he is not looking for you….is he?” Nashira asked, a slight sense of panic edging in her voice.

Roshan shook her head, “I doubt it.” She couldn’t help but linger on her shaken demeanor. Roshan had only spoken to Nashira a handful of times, namely during the few days Basim insisted she stay in the bureau for her protection. Even as Roshan drilled her with questions, one thing that stuck out to her was how Nashira didn’t back down and her voice never shook once. This voice, however, seemed so much smaller in comparison.

“You look troubled.” Roshan said.

“I’m fine,” She swallowed hard, clasping her hands together in her lap, “I’m just a bit tired, that’s all…”

Before Roshan could press further, her stomach rumbled so loud it caused Halah to jump.

Nashira picked up the cat and stood up, “You must be starving. I’ll bring you some food.” She pet Halah to calm her down from the sudden scare. Roshan noticed the action seemed to calm her down as well.

Without another word, she left, leaving Roshan with more questions than answers.

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For the next few days, Nashira kept a close eye on Roshan. Roshan returned the favor by observing her as she slowly regained strength.

Most days, Nashira would tend to Roshan unless a home doctor was around to monitor her healing progress. Whenever they were alone, Roshan tried many times to get Nashira to talk about Basim. Every single time, Nashira shut her down.

“Did he say anything to you? Anything about what happened in Alamut?” She asked while Nashira helped her change the bandages around her torso..

Nashira’s mouth pressed in a straight line, focusing completely on the task at hand. It seemed as though she was trying to force away a bad memory.

“What exactly happened between you two?” Roshan pressed on.

“Roshan, please-” she snapped, then let out a deep breath to calm herself, “Please. I need to focus.” She said as she continued wrapping Roshan’s torso with bandages.

Nashira’s behavior struck Roshan as odd. She seemed exhausted all the time. When they shared meals together, she couldn’t help but notice Nashira only picked at her food before giving the rest to Halah, who graciously finished it off. Sometimes, she’d be so deep in thought, it would take Roshan calling her name a number of times before she responded.

Eventually, Roshan healed enough to walk around the house for a bit. She hated staying idle and desperately needed to move her body. At her age, it was easy for her muscles to grow stiff if she didn’t take proper care of them.

Lucky for her, Omar and Nashira’s home was large and spacious. Near the center of the property was an enclosed courtyard garden with a lovely fountain in the center. Roshan often went out there to enjoy the peace and quiet a feel the sun on her skin; a welcome change to being cooped up inside.

One morning on her way to the courtyard, Roshan managed to walk past Nashira and Omar’s room. The muffled voices on the other side of the door were much too loud to be a casual conversation.

“Nashira please, you need to take better care of yourself.” She overheard Omar saying.

“I told you I’m fine,” Nashira insisted, “I’m just a little stressed with everything going on lately.”

“That is what I mean,” Omar explained, “You’re barely eating or sleeping these days. Nashira, you must think of your condition.”

“You don’t need to worry yourself with my condition.” Nashira’a voice grew tense as she spoke.

“Of course I do, I’m your husband.” He raised his voice, “You’ve hardly been to your observatory and you’ve canceled all your classes. You’re not like yourself anymore.” He paused, “I haven’t seen you like this since Khalid-”

“Just stop!!” She snapped, “I don’t want to talk right now.”

The bedroom door swung open. Roshan didn’t have time to hide or walk away before Nashira laid eyes on her.Had she not stopped in her tracks at the sight of Roshan, Nashira would have collided into her.

The two of them shared a tense, wordless stare with each other. Nashira’s eyes were big with trepidation as Roshan stared back at her, like a part of her she was trying so desperately to hide had been exposed.

Before Roshan could apologize for eavesdropping, Nashira’s face twisted with discomfort and she bolted down the hall without a word.

Confused, Roshan glanced at Omar, who had poked his head out of the bedroom door. He hardly paid any attention to Roshan, instead focusing on his wife who ducked into the washroom all the way at the end of the hall.

“You're not going to go after her?” Roshan asked.

Omar sighed, “It might be best I keep my distance for now.”

Roshan raised a brow, “Why do you say that?”

“It’s her morning sickness again.” He explained.

Roshan's eyes widened, “She’s pregnant?”

Omar tilted his head, “She didn’t tell you?”

Omar was clearly under the impression that she and Nashira were much closer than they really were. She hardly noticed the signs in Nashira: her tiredness, her mood swings, the way she picked at her food. Looking back on it now it all seemed so obvious.

Omar’s eyes grew sad, “My apologies, I don’t mean to bother you with all of this, it's just…I thought she’d be happier. It’s our first child after all,” a hint of a smile showed on his face as a feeling of pride hit him, “Instead she hasn’t been taking care of herself and she won’t talk to me. It’s just like the days after her father passed…” His chest ached as his mind flooded with memories of that time.

An uneasy feeling washed over Roshan, suddenly feeling like she was being thrust too far into a very delicate situation.

Roshan cast her eyes down the hallway, “Perhaps I can talk to her.”

“Would you? Please, If it’s something I’m doing wrong, o-or not doing right, I want to know. I just want her to be happy again.” Omar pleaded with her, “…I promised her father I’d make her happy.”

Roshan nodded, making her way down the hall.

She put her ear to the door of the washroom. It was clear by the retching sounds that Nashira was throwing up.

She knocked, “Nashira? It’s me.” She said, doubting that would bring the young woman any comfort.

“Go away!” Nashira shouted back. Roshan was the last person she wanted to see right now.

Roshan, of course, entered the washroom anyway.

Nashira sat on the tiled floor, her back pressed against the cool stone wall. The only sounds in the room were her labored breathing as she tried to steady herself.

Roshan closed the door behind her. She found a rag nearby and grabbed it, moving to sit next to Nashira. She handed the rag to her and she accepted it, using it to wipe the sweat from her brows as well as the corners of her mouth.

They sat in silence for some time as Nashira got her bearings again. The coolness of the stone wall soothed her in the moment, bringing her body temperature back to normal. Though she didn’t want to admit it, Roshan’s presence comforted her as well.

“I hear you’re pregnant.” Roshan said, matter-of-factly, “Your husband told me.”

Nashira swallowed hard, “…I am.” She left it at that, not continuing the conversation any further than that.

Roshan braced herself for the very sensitive question she needed to ask next. With a sigh, and in a much quieter tone, she looked Nashira in the eye and asked, “…Is it Basim’s?”

There was no answer said aloud, yet Roshan understood when Nashira’s face fell from shame.

Tears welled up in Nashira’s eyes. She wordlessly nodded, not wanting to admit it out loud for that would make everything feel too real.

Roshan had never been good with comforting people. She only ever had words of wisdom to share with those she felt needed them most. Right now, however, she was speechless.

All she could do was place a hand on Nashira’s back as she wept.

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“Who else knows?” Roshan asked after some time.

Nashira sniffled, having calmed down some, and in a quiet voice said “Just you…and Halah.”

Roshan rolled her eyes at the mention of the cat, “Have you told Basim?”

Nashira’s jaw tightened at the mention of his name, “I don’t want him anywhere near my baby.” Her hand migrated to her belly in a protective gesture.

Roshan hadn’t expected that response, “Tell me, what happened between you?” She asked with a slight hint of concern in her voice, “Any time I mention Basim it seems to upset you.”

Nashira took some time to gather her thoughts before speaking, “Basim came to see me sometime after he returned from Alamut. I already knew I was pregnant by then. I was already experiencing the symptoms before my husband came home…”

She leaned her head back against the stone wall, “I couldn’t tell you how relieved I was when he came back. I wanted so badly to tell him the news but…he was acting so strange. He sounded so unlike himself…”

Tears welled in her eyes again as the scene replayed in her mind. She pictured Basim’s cold demeanor, his loveless eyes, and heard sickening disregard in his voice all over again.

“He said it was over between us. Then he left me. Ever since that day I’ve felt so broken inside…I just can’t seem to pull myself together…” With a shaky hand she used her sleeve to dry her eyes.

Roshan’s eyebrows furrowed, “It is no wonder you are not doing well…You’ve been holding all of this in for months. That can’t be good for you ” She stated bluntly.

“What other choice do I have?” Nashira asked, “I can’t even tell my husband what’s wrong with me or he’ll have me tossed out on the streets, or worse.”

Roshan had only known Omar for a few weeks and he didn’t seem to be a man capable of being that cruel. Still, she knew better than anyone you could never be too careful with men, especially ones that held so much power over your livelihood.

Nashira put her head in her hands, “I’m so stupid.” She whimpered.

“You’re not stupid,” Roshan said firmly.

“What do you call having an affair and getting pregnant with a child that isn’t your husbands?” Nashira asked rhetorically, “My Baba would be so ashamed of me.”

“I call it being young and in love.” Roshan answered, “Love tends to cloud one’s judgments.You were not the first nor will you be the last.”

Roshan squeezed her shoulder, “And if your Baba is anything like you, I think he would be more understanding and compassionate than you give him credit for. Give yourself that same compassion.”

Nashira let Roshan’s words sink in, “Whether I am compassionate to myself or not does not rid me of this…emptiness I feel inside.”

Roshan sighed as well, “I know the feeling…”

She momentarily glanced at her right hand, the one missing her ring finger where her hidden blade used to sit. A barrage of feelings she kept buried began bubbling up inside her. A part of her felt broken.

Nashira noticed her staring at her hand, “You must be holding in quite a lot as well, Roshan. What with everything that happened.” Her eyes lingered on the shoulder where she knew Roshan’s scar was.

Roshan let out a deep sigh, “I left the Hidden Ones you know. The temple Basim sought was forbidden ground, and despite my protests, he entered it anyway.” She clutched her hand, “My own student betrayed my trust…”

Roshan shook her head, still in disbelief as she thought about it, “If that wasn’t bad enough, I found out Mentor Rayhan was the one who gave him permission to go inside, completely disregarding the oath we Hidden One’s took to never compromise the brotherhood. He played right into our enemies hands. That was my final straw.Years of my last spent upholding a creed not even our Mentor cared to uphold…”

Nashira furrowed her brows at Roshan’s words, “I’m sorry to hear that…”

Roshan cast a glance at Nashira, “I have no regrets,” she said with conviction, “Though I can’t help but wonder if I had handled things differently…would this still be the outcome? If I had tried harder to stop Basim from going beneath that temple, would he have listened?”

Nashira sighed, “That isn’t fair to you, Roshan,” she insited, “Basim’s nightmares tormented him day and night. He would’ve done anything to rid himself of them.” She explained, “His mind was already made up.” She took one of Roshan’s hands in her own, “You may not have handled it perfectly, but there was nothing that could have stopped Basim from seeking the answers he sought.”

“I did try…Perhaps one day I will make peace with that.” She squeezed the hand Nashira held, “Basim made his choice. You and I have a choice to make too.”

Nashira furrowed her brows, “What do you mean?”

“We can continue to dwell on the past, or keep moving forward to what the future holds,” She pointed to Nashira’s tummy, “You especially. If not for yourself, then for your child.”

Nashira placed a hand on her stomach, “I want to move forward, for both of us.”

Roshan nodded with approval, “Good.”

“But…it will take time to let go of the past,” Nashira sniffled, “And I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”

The older woman sighed, leaning her head back against the wall, “It always takes time. With time, we will find our own peace.”

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A week later, Roshan stood at the entrance of Omar and Nashira’s home with all her belongings in hand. Her injuries were finally healed, and she was eager to be on the way.

Omar handed her a small bundle, “Some food for your journey, wherever it may take you.”

Roshan tucked the bundle away, “I’m looking forward to finding that out myself.” She said, “Thank you both for everything. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but hopefully then I’ll be able to return the favor.”

Omar smiled, “We’d really like for you to come back. Especially once the baby comes.” Omar slipped his hand into Nashira’s and shared a smile with him.

While Roshan noticed the slightest hint of guilt in Nashira’s eyes, it was good to see her and Omar seemed to be on better terms with each other. Perhaps, in time, she could learn to forgive herself and learn to be happy with him.

Nashira stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Roshan in a hug, “No matter where you go, you’ll always be welcome right here.”

Roshan initially was taken aback at the gesture, but quickly returned it.

“Thank you,” Nashira whispered in her ear.

Roshan smiled, “Thank you.”

They pulled away, and Roshan let out a sigh, “I’ll see you soon.”

With that, she was off. To where, she didn’t know and for once that was how she liked it. While so much in her life was uncertain, the only certainty was that she would continue to live on her own terms.

As she dashed across the rooftops of Bagdad with the sun high in the sky, one thing remained on her mind: no matter what, she and Nashira would keep moving forward.

One day at a time.

Surprise! Long story short I’ve had this written a while ago but I’m just getting around to posting.

I wrote this as an epilogue to Star Crossed but felt like it was a bit too gloomy since it takes place directly after the events of AC Mirage. While I wanted to explore how Nashira and Roshan were feeling during this time, I preferred to end the story on a more hopeful note officially. One where it’s been a few years and Nashira is in a better place mentally and living a happier life all things considered.

I hope you enjoyed it! Especially seeing characters like Omar who hasn’t gotten much time to shine in the main fic. Plus, I love Nashira and Roshan’s friendship!! I like to think they keep in touch over the years.

[shadowron]

The Dwarven Decker, a better Dwarf Archetype for Shadowrun (1st Edition)

Wiz art by @skullchicken

In case you haven’t heard, the current managers of the Shadowrun IP, Catalyst Game Labs, announced that they will be reprinting 1st Edition Shadowrun.

Told ya, chummer.

My feelings on this are surprisingly neutral – I already own a couple of hardcopies and so I don’t feel the need to buy it a third time. I’m mostly curious to see what kind of editing they do; after all, even the 1st edition book went through several printings. In addition to some lingering purely typographical errors...

Which made it into my print copy of 2nd edition.

...to editing errors...

The undescribed and elusive Program Enabler was subsequently copied and pasted in the Street Samurai Catalog.

These make sense to fix – they don’t substantively change the game at all. Some did – for instance the underpriced power focus that led to an Instant Death Spell loophole. This was fixed in the 1st edition magic sourcebook The Grimoire.

But then there were a myriad of things that saw changes from 1st to 2nd edition, some of the major ones being:

Damage codes moving to a standard staging of 2

Updated automatic fire rules (which came before 2nd Edition, in the Rigger Black Book)

Addition of Physical Adepts to the core magic rules

But the one I’m going to exploit in this build today is: in 1st edition, there was no cap on the amount of active or storage memory that an off-the-shelf cyberdeck could carry.

Admittedly, this doesn’t sound as exciting as smearing some Aztechnology corpcop across the side of their Pyramid with a Force 21 Mana Dart, but it does greatly increase the ability and versatility of a decker, and maybe shortening some of those Matrix runs which traditionally take as long as a papal election.

So sayeth Pope Elihu I

In the description of how a cyberdeck’s active memory (here called onboard memory, in perhaps another editing flub), there is the sentence:

In real life, there is a limit to how much RAM you can have for a particular computer build. This, like power foci and autofire, was fixed before 2nd Edition was published, as Virtual Realities set a maximum Active Memory of 50 Mp per point of MPCP, but for our purposes here…

What this means is that: our Dwarven Decker here will be able to buy a copy of every possible utility program (there are 13 of them) at Rating 6 and run them simultaneously without having to worry about swapping between Storage and Active Memory. Essentially rendering the Load property of the deck useless.

Attributes:

Body: 4 Quickness: 5 Strength: 3 Charisma: 2 Intelligence: 5 Willpower: 4 Essence: 5.3 Reaction: 5

Skills:

Computer: 6 Computer (B/R): 3 Computer Theory: 6 Etiquette (Street): 3 Firearms: 2

Cyberware:

Datajack Headware Telephone

Gear:

Armor Jacket Fuchi-Cyber 4 (Response Increase 2, Active Memory 550 Mp, Storage Memory 1000 Mp) Programs (All at Rating 6): Bod, Evasion, Masking, Sensors, Analyze, Attack, Browse, Deception, Decrypt, Evaluate, Medic, Mirrors, Relocate, Shield, Sleaze, Slow, Smoke Walther Palm Pistol (Concealable Holster, 20 rounds normal ammo)

Contacts:

Dwarf Technician Elven Decker Fixer Gang Boss

[theakandrewscollection]

Tessa of the X-Men's Hellfire club, through the years (comic books, 1980-1999)

Uncanny X-week Week, Day 2

Yesterday's post about the X-treme X-Men comics touched on on the character of Sage, who used to be Tessa, a submissive in the Hellfire Club of the X-men comics. Today's post will be a closer look thru the early, formative years of the character.

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So, who is Tessa?

More than that, as per Wikipedia, Tessa's mind functions as a living supercomputer with unlimited storage capacity, able to remember everything she sees and hears and provide instant analysis. She also has some limited telepathic abilities.

Still, in her early years, she spent most of her time submissively in the background.

Tessa's first appearance would be in Uncanny X-Men #132 (1980), She is the one standing in the back silently, wearing a slave collar.

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... in service.

Her next appearance would be in Uncanny X-Men #151 (1981), again silent, again wearing a slave collar

...again, in service.

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In time tessa would get a voice and interact more

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... but her place was ever in service, attending her dominant.

Tessa's duties would tear her from her master's side on occasion

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(New Mutants #54, 1983)

(I do love how Tessa is wearing a slave collar and bondage cuffs in this story... Like she was on her way to or from funtime in the dungeon or something.)

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(Marvel graphic novel #4: The New Mutants, 1982)

(I'm guessing this artist was influenced by the "Bunny" uniform of the Playboy Club)

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... til it was time to quietly resume her place in the background

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Gotta appreciate this is just a house uniform of the Hellfire Club, complete with bondage cuffs and collar

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....and she doesn't change when she goes outside, she just puts a big cloak over it

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Time passes

(Eh, it was the 90's. X-Man #?, 199? )

More time passes

(X-51 #0, 1999)

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I guess if your normal uniform is lingerie and/or a corset this would be considered fancy dress?

(X-51 comic series, 1999)

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Outside of the Hellfire club she would cover up sometimes... In rubber!

(X-51 comic series, 1999)

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Eventually, Tessa's time as a submissive in the Hellfire club would come to an end.

(Flashback to 1999 in X-treme X-men # 44)

Abandoned by her dominant, Tessa would go onto a new life and moniker. (That, however, will be a different post)

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...But, old habits die hard.

(Uncanny X-Men #451, 2004)

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Tessa II? (Immortal X-Men #6, 2022)

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Various Tessa looks-

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Deep dive podcast all about Tessa thru the years

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Bio with images

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So, that's Tessa, super service submissive.

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Next up, Sage

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[thewonandonly]

SIXTEEN.FIVE — AUGUST 2, 2022, 12:31PM

another slow, slow day at the office, er, the convenience store actually. you were working another morning shift, much to your distaste. the convenience store was open for 24 hours a day, and you missed the livelihood of the evening, and to be honest, you missed the company of wonyoung, the only other employee that gave you the time of day to hear about your everyday life.

you were sure that yunho and the other "fenomenal five" had something to do with the fact you're working morning shifts. the only other time you woke up this early was when you had to set up for your book readings at the library. and that was only because you put time and effort into that.

you sighed deeply, leaning on the palm of your hand as you tapped the screen of your phone, over and over, expecting for notifications to pop up in an instant.

but, knowing your certain lack of popularity with people around your age, save for your best friends, you knew that wasn't going to happen. you knew that checking the time wasn't going to make it move any faster, and you knew that checking your phone for notifications wasn't going to make them show up any time soon.

there was a rumble under your feet, and if it was an earthquake, you would've been crushed under the rubble. and it might as well have been, because the person who was going to walk through the door is much more of a disaster than anything else.

seonghwa. the name sends chills down your spine, out of contempt. and, he still owes you ten dollars for that taxi fare.

you consider yourself a very kind and nice person, until someone takes advantage of that kindness, much like the adults in your family. you were great at setting boundaries, if the relationship needed them.

he climbed off his bike and pulled his helmet off his head, holding it in his hand as he opened the door to the convenience store.

he gave an acknowledging nod before setting his helmet down on the counter, looking at you with the same plain look he always sported. and you began to wonder if he ever changed his expression. if he laughed, if he had even a bit of a smile to crack. and not his lazy smirk he had on when he's annoyed, or baffled by something "idiotic" said.

he opened the side of his jacket, and pulled a folded up piece of paper from his inside pocket, setting it on the counter.

"what's this?" you asked, opening it.

seonghwa shrugged, "my résumé."

you stood there for a moment, blinking your eyes at him, "oh, yeah, let me go and let my manager know." you laughed awkwardly, and began to slowly walk to the back of your oh-so familiar storage room.

you frantically began to call for your manager on his cell phone, hanging up and re-dialing when he didn't answer.

god, i could have been getting robbed and he wasn't even answering the call, you thought. and immediately, after the third call, you texted the chat before locking your phone and frantically searching around for anything to give you a grip on reality, to ground you.

tripping over a few of the boxes of the storage room, you grabbed a small yellow finger puppet, squeezing it around your finger and began to walk out, bending your forefinger as you walked out.

you stopped in front of seonghwa on the other side of the counter, and held up your finger. in the attempt of making him laugh, even a little after hearing the entire debacle behind the door.

"i am the manager." you mumbled, moving the finger puppet with the bend of your finger, "what made you interested in this position?"

seonghwa give that annoying smirk and a chuckle, "hongjoong basically told me to grow up. and since i see you here on your own in the mornings, it would've been easier to work with someone i know than with someone i don't." he looked at you more than the yellow finger puppet. "when should i come in for the actual interview?" he asked.

you dropped your hand, "well, as you can see from..." you motioned to your finger, mostly the finger puppet, "he didn't answer and he's not in right now, so i can send him your résumé and he'll contact you." you shrugged.

"sounds good." seonghwa nodded, "seems like i'm good to go." he patted the counter and pulled on his helmet again, "see you soon." he nodded before opening the door and walked back out to his bike.

you placed your phone on the counter and began to text your friends back in a panic, the caps accentuating the chaos you felt in your head.

seonghwa's bike started up with a loud echo of the engine revving up.

you jumped, looking out the window at him, and he pushed the eye shield down to block his eyes before turning around in the parking lot and driving off.

you sighed, turning back to your phone, a small smile crossing your face.

it'd be interesting to work with seonghwa. you wondered how well of a worker he was, or how bad.

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

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[konig-varorson]

Lost “Lore”: Creature Codex

Back during Guild Wars 2′s Beta Weekend Events in 2012, there was a system that would unfortunately get removed. One that players have since asked for time and time again. It was actually nicely implemented too, however, it had some major flaws.

The Creature Codex.

These were books bought from various NPCs throughout the game that talked about various factions and world bosses. In the betas, we only got to see those found in Queensdale, Wayfarer, and Plains of Ashford.

When used, you’d open up a brief cinematic that would cycle through three paragraphs and show off a model of the faction (or the world boss) in question, giving players a blurb text about the subject.

It wasn’t super fancy, but from what text was able to be recovered by players, it did add some stuff that is unique - for example, did you know that there are male harpies? I didn’t. For a few years, I had theorized that they mated with other races to reproduce as an all-female race, similar to asari from Mass Effect, since we see multiple events of harpies “flirting” with grawl, asura, and others.

One of the major failing factors was that each book of the creature codex, when used for the first time, would give the character a skill point (predecessor of the current hero point, which were given every time you leveled up or completed a skill challenge - now hero challenge). This made getting skill points obscenely easy, because codex books could also be put into the bank’s storage section (just like miniatures back in the day). This meant that you could find all the codexes on one character, open them, bank them, swap characters, and pull them from banks to get all those free easy skill points.

If memory serves me right, these skill points also served as skill challenges, meaning that it was instant progress on map completion as well.

I’m sure that’s not the only (or main) reason they were cut down. ArenaNet is very big on making features look pretty and function uniquely and well, so it’s possible these were cut because of how basic the cinematics look - a simple background, a model, and text that you can’t control isn’t very much to look at.

Still, here’s hoping that one day ArenaNet will make a proper codex function for all the Points of Interest, factions, species, and major characters out there.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

There is a boy in the pasture.

Night-cloaked and teary eyed as he claws a hole into the ground with his bare hands, elbow deep in black soil writhing with iridescent worms.

This place is Wrong.

The moon turned prismatic by the permanent haze of magic in the air.

Mutated animals dancing from shadow to shadow, speaking in the tongues of men.

The Book speaks against such things.

Against witchcraft and the Wrongness it brings.

This place is a stain upon the earth.

If Sir Matthew were here he'd be disgusted, at the Wrongness, at the boy on his knees with his hands in the dirt.

The boy's breath hitches, caught on the sob he swallows as he plants the Witch Bottle in the hole he's dug; it's contents quietly sloshing in the near silence.

Holy water, red thread, and Cold Iron nails.

The boy scoops handful after handful of dirt back into place, jumping to his feet in order to stomp the soil flat. The effect is instantaneous, the color draining out of the landscape in a small circle, returning to the frost bitten brown it should be this time of year.

This is the best place for it, he thinks, he couldn't get close enough to bury the Witch Bottle inside the fairy mound but tucking it away at its edge is good enough. The boy dug his dirty hands into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out another handful of twisted iron nails.

Someone was going to notice soon. Someone would check artifact storage and they would KNOW it was him who took the nails and the horseshoe and they'd punish him for it.

But then they'd thank him for all the good he's done. They'd throw feasts in his honor, make him a Saint even.

Zebedee, the boy who killed magic.

No magic, no fairies, no witchcraft.

A perfect world, a world free of Wrongness.

A world they wouldn't have to protect anymore.

A world where Zeb wouldn't have to train until his body ached and bled, or pray until his throat was dry and his knees sore from kneeling.

A world where he didn't have to feel Sir Matthew's eyes on him, searching, staring, disapproving. A world where they would all be safe and he would be free.

Movement in the darkness caught his eye, but he pretended not to see it. Continuing to stomp the dirt flat in a sort of manic victory dance, watching the antimagic slowly spread outwards.

Movement again, closer this time.

Eyes in the dark.

Zeb didn't tense, tense muscles hurt more than relaxed ones. He remembered his lessons and felt the blisters on his palms throb with anticipation.

His sword was out in an instant, called with a gesture instead of a word this time. Zeb swung the blade in a beautiful arc and felt the bile rise in his throat as a spray of glowing blue liquid flowed after it.

The creature before Zeb did not his or shriek or flee and simply regarded him the same way any parent might regard a child misbehaving in public. A sort of second hand embarrassment mixed with the deep underlying desire to grab the kid and figure out what their problem was.

But the creature did not grab Zeb, instead it stared at him with its horrible glowing eyes, the wound at its throat grinning like a toothless mouth as it leaked more and more of that awful blue. Zeb couldn't help but stare, watching the wound close itself until the creature's breathing was no longer wet and labored.

The creature tilted its head as if to say 'OK kid, now what?'

Zeb's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. He lunged, intent on running the beast through but only made it half way.

The creature hand its long and terrible fingers wrapped around the blade, claws clacking against the metal. Its flesh sizzled and steamed as it made contact with the consecrated metal, but its face showed no hint of pain. In fact, the creature looked AMUSED!

What happened next happened very fast. First, Zeb's anger got the best of him and he tried another thrust of his sword, only for the creature to twist it out of his hands and fling it across the field like a toy. Zeb tried to dance back out of the creature's range but...

It disappeared.

The creature closed its eyes, its shape bleeding like ink on paper until it was one with the darkness. It swept behind Zeb and grabbed him by the back of the neck, the same way one might scruff a misbehaving kitten. The creature held Zeb off the ground and gave him a wry smile, its teeth stained by the blood left in its throat.

Zeb kicked and screamed and struggled, he tried to call his sword to him but could get neither the gesture nor the Word right in his panic. The creature's ears flicked back at the shrill sounds that quickly dissolved into wails that became sobs that became snotty sniffles as the fight left Zeb and acceptance washed over him.

'This is it.' he thought 'This is how I die, on a monster's dinner table.'

The creature threw Zeb over its shoulder and loped back towards the fairy mound, collecting Zeb's fallen sword as it went.

Inside the mound, it was warm and damo, the lights dim and the atmosphere sleepy. Zeb tried again to struggle but the creature's hold on him was absolute.

Something hard and flat rushed up to meet Zeb as he was suddenly flug forward, laying dazed on his back on a

Dinner

Table

Panic flared to life in his chest and he opened his mouth to scream or vomit or beg for mercy, or all three at once if ge wasn't careful, when a warm wet cloth hit him square in the face before he could do anything.

It smelled faintly of soap.

Zeb pulled the cloth away from his eyes and stared at his captor, bloodsoaked and smiling softly as it filled a bucket with hot water.

"Let's get you cleaned up," it said "then we can talk about why you tried to kill me."