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dalgursbate · 9 months ago

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to forgive is human and failure is divine (1/?)

Summary: A divinity school dropout walks into the shittiest dive bar in the Lower City. The bartender asks, “What are you having?” The dropout responds, “An existential crisis.” *** Magical realism/Modern Faerûn AU where Shadowheart and Lae’zel run from their problems by causing new ones. Also, by punching each other. A lot.

Rating: M WC: ~4,500 Pairing: F/F, Shadowheart/Lae'zel

Shadowheart needs to find a job.

She can tell, because the emails from her student loan servicer have a lot more capital letters and exclamation points in them these days. She could probably apply for forbearance, but the thought of even opening those messages fills her with a deep-seated dread. Part of her is sort of hoping that if she just ignores them long enough, they’ll go away. Or, hey, maybe one day she’ll finally wake up, and it will turn out that this whole nightmare where she threw her entire life into the toilet was just that—a nightmare.

It's not that Shadowheart regrets dropping out of her program. Not really. It’s just that she had planned her whole life around her service to Lady Shar. Once upon a time, her greatest ambition had been to receive a Master of Divinity from Nightbringer University. The program is known across Faerûn for its prestige and exclusivity, the kind of degree that could take her anywhere in the Sharran church, and Shadowheart had somehow gotten in. At the time, it felt like a dream come true. She wanted nothing more than to devote herself to worship, to repay the church for everything it had given her.

Ha. So much for that.

Though she may no longer serve a deity, Shadowheart nevertheless finds herself praying that today is the day where she wakes up and this horror show ends.

Unfortunately, however, when she opens her eyes her mattress remains on the floor of a shitty studio apartment. The carpet continues to smells like cat piss despite the fact that she doesn’t have a cat. And, according to the clock on her phone, Shadowheart yet again slept in until 4:37 p.m., effectively wasting another day.

It seems she’s still stuck with the reality where everything is wrong.

Oh well, she thinks, and dismisses the three new frantic notifications from her email.

Shadowheart goes through the motions of being a person even though she doesn’t really feel like one right now. She brushes her teeth, showers, forces herself to eat a piece of toast. She braids her hair and puts on a pair of jeans—black, so it’s harder to tell they need a wash. She drinks a glass of water.

Her apartment has a steadily growing pile of Important Things™ on the kitchen table that she’s supposed to attend to; exit paperwork from her program at Nightbringer, research on potential job prospects, and the list goes on and on and on. Even just looking at it is kind of overwhelming. Still, Shadowheart forces herself to sit down, pick the paperwork out from the stack of documents, and look it over in a vain hope that she might actually be able to get work done today.

She starts scanning over the forms she needs to fill out, but it only takes a couple of minutes before she grows too restless to focus. Every time she sees the Nightbringer insignia, she can feel a nervous itch developing under her skin. It becomes impossible to sit still. Before long, her anxious foot tapping turns into anxious leg bouncing, which quickly grows so aggressive that her knee knocks into the bottom of the flimsy secondhand table and threatens to upend it. She only barely manages to grab hold of her laptop and the stack of papers before they're sent flying.

Shadowheart decides to take that as an omen against continuing to pull her own teeth.

Besides, she’ll be productive tomorrow, she promises herself. Because if she is being very honest, she does not think she can stand to be in this godforsaken apartment for a single minute longer. It’s too dirty and dingy and claustrophobic. She desperately craves a change of scenery, ideally to a locale that is less depressingly beige. However, being relatively new to this part of Baldur’s Gate, Shadowheart hasn’t exactly curated a long list of local haunts to patronize. But she’s pretty certain that if she just picks a direction and walks long enough, she’ll find somewhere loud and crowded that will help take her mind off of things.

She spares another glance around her dismal living quarters, before her eyes settle on the haphazard mess of papers once more. Yeah, a distraction sounds pretty good right about now.

So she gets dressed in something skimpy, smudges black around her eyes, and puts on the leather jacket that her ex left and that Shadowheart never bothered returning. She wishes desperately that she still had her divine magic and could cast a spell to clean her clothes, but she figures that a little bit of perfume will more or less do the job. Her whole wallet doesn’t fit in her back pocket, so she takes out her ID and credit card and shoves them loose into her jeans with her phone.

Off she goes, then, in search of something interesting.

The best she can find within a fifteen minute walk ends up being a little dive bar called The Grove.

It isn’t exactly what she’s looking for. Really, what she wants is to dance until she forgets, to maybe let someone take her home so she can spend a night outside of the awful nest she has built herself. But there’s something about it that intrigues her, something about it that catches her eye and pulls her in. It’s just one door in a line among many other stores and restaurants, tucked between a magic shop and what appears to be a laundromat. Truthfully, it doesn't really seem all that exceptional. It looks a little run down, and the storefront is covered in a thickety mess of ivy, twining around the entryway until the words on the sign are barely legible. Somewhat at odds with its naturopathesque exterior, though, is the violent punk music filtering onto the street from inside.

It piques Shadowheart's curiosity.

When she peers into the tiny window in the door, she can see that the interior looks rustic, cozy; there’s a massive hearth along the back wall, surrounded by couches that look rather comfy, if a little bit threadbare. And, despite how unassuming it is, The Grove is surprisingly populated. Inside are a lot of crunchy-looking humans, elves, and dwarves in natural fibers and open-toed sandals, which Shadowheart supposes she should’ve expected given the faint aura of druidic magic about the place. More interesting to her are the number of people dressed in trendier clothing, most of whom appear to be tieflings. There are a hodgepodge mix of patrons lingering all over the establishment, in fact—playing cards, chatting amiably, and headbanging along to the aggressive music.

She figures it warrants further investigation.

Shadowheart decides to enter, and she takes a seat at the end of the bar. She notices that, from inside the establishment, the music is just loud enough to vibe to without disturbing conversation, which is something she would appreciate more if she liked talking to people. The woman behind the bar is one of the aforementioned tieflings, and although Shadowheart can't detect any druidic magic on her, there is still something wild and animalistic about her. She's good to look at, too; tall and muscular, with cherry-red skin and the kind of side shave Shadowheart has always wanted to try but never had the daring too. One of her horns is conspicuously broken in half. Ut makes Shadowheart speculate about the various scrapes and mixups that could have resulted in such an injury, though she's too polite to ever ask. The woman's voice carries from across the bar, over the music, loud and brash in a way that matches the outfit she's wearing: a denim vest covered in colorful pins, with sayings on them like “Nobody knows I’m a lesbian” and “COMMIE DYKE.”

Eventually, the bartender takes notice of Shadowheart's arrival and bounds over to greet her like an excited golden retriever.

“What’ll it be, chief?” Her voice is chipper and bouncy in a way that manages to be inviting instead of irritating. Maybe it’s because there’s a genuine warmth to the way she smiles at Shadowheart, or maybe it’s because she looks like she is trying and failing not to dance enthusiastically to the music.

Normally, Shadowheart is more of a red wine type of a girl. Tonight, however: “Vodka soda, double.”

“We have pretty good cocktails, you know,” the bartender tells her with a wry grin.

“They cost more than a vodka soda?”

“Yep.”

“Vodka soda, double.”

“Aye, aye, cap’n.” The bartender salutes her in faux deference, and Shadowheart finds herself smiling a little, too. “Name’s Karlach, by the way, if you need me. Sometimes I get a little distracted back here.”

“Shadowheart.” Karlach quirks a brow at that, but blessedly says nothing. A minute later, she slides a vodka soda to Shadowheart and then goes back to making drinks for the other patrons.

There’s fast, angry guitar pounding in her ears, and the drink is strong when Shadowheart sips it.

Her chest loosens, a little.

A few vodka sodas later and there is a pleasant haze around Shadowheart’s vision. The lights have halos, now, bright and glowy and almost holy. The edges of her world feel as though they have softened somewhat. The only people still sitting at the bar are her and a couple at the opposite end, a halfling and a drow who are too invested in each other to need any attention from the bartender. As such, Shadowheart has apparently been assigned the duty of entertaining Karlach.

And, wow, Karlach is nosy.

“You new to Baldur’s Gate?” Karlach asks, leaning over the bar and resting her chin on her palm. “Haven’t seen you around before.”

Shadowheart shakes her head. ��I grew up in the Upper City. Went to school there, too.” She takes a long sip of her drink.

Karlach lets out a low whistle, expressing an emotion that Shadowheart is too intoxicated to interpret. “So what went wrong for you to end up here?”

“Who says I ended up here? Maybe I’m just visiting,” Shadowheart says with a single eyebrow raised. At least, she thinks she has a single eyebrow raised. Her face is a little tingly.

“Shady—I’m gonna call you Shady, by the way. Shady, you’re drinking the cheap drinks at a dive near the docks. By yourself. Doesn’t exactly suggest that things are going well right now.”

Shadowheart stares at her for a long moment, intent on stonewalling her. Soon, though, the earnestness in Karlach’s expression breaks her resolve. She sighs. “Got kicked out of school. Or left, I guess.”

“What happened?”

“That’s none of your business,” Shadowheart responds, tone acerbic, and then winces a little in regret; she likes Karlach. Karlach is nice. Shadowheart shouldn’t be mean to Karlach, even if Karlach is terrible at minding boundaries.

Karlach just shrugs it off good-naturedly, still grinning, and Shadowheart is relieved to not have ruined this, too. “Fair play, but you look like you need a confessional, bad. And who better to swoop in and lend an ear than the gorgeous-but-attentive bartender?”

Shadowheart barks a laugh at that, unexpectedly. “Confessional, right,” she says sarcastically. For a brief second, she worries at her bottom lip with her teeth as she contemplates actually telling Karlach the truth. Eventually, she thinks, fuck it. What does she really have to lose here? “That was a better joke than you probably even realize.”

“Oh?”

She nods. “I was a cleric, in divinity school to work within my church.” Shadowheart takes a deep breath and forces herself to say the next part: “I–I left the church, and they kicked me out of the school.”

“So maybe confessional’s the last thing you need, then, eh Shady?” Karlach’s voice is light, but she seems to be listening to Shadowheart pretty intently. “What made you leave?”

Unintentionally, Shadowheart’s eyes drop to the pins on Karlach’s shirt. Then, quietly, she answers: “It was the Sharran church.”

“Oh,” Karlach says softly, voice full of empathy and immediate understanding. It makes Shadowheart’s skin tingle uncomfortably, and she starts squirming in her seat. Karlach's kind stare is making her feel too exposed, now. She wishes that she hadn’t taken her jacket off; gooseflesh is beginning to dot her arms where she rubs them absentmindedly. Then, Karlach asks, “You like bourbon?”

Shadowheart blinks at her. “Yeah, why?”

“There’s a cocktail we got here you gotta try,” Karlach says. “It’s called the Oak Father’s Blessing, technically, but we all just call it the Oaky Smoky.” She turns, and begins mixing ingredients. “I think you’d really like it.”

“I–what?”

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” Karlach grins back at her, before turning back to make the drink.

Shadowheart is struck with the revolting sense that Karlach pities her.

Oh, Gods, she really hates that. This is why she doesn’t tell people this stuff, she remembers. This is why it is better for her to just deal with it by herself.

She wishes she weren’t tipsy, wishes she could think more clearly. As Karlach has her back turned, mixing the drink, Shadowheart tries to categorize the maelstrom of complicated emotions warring for attention inside of her. Her brain feels numb, hazy. There is a hot, sparkling rush churning unpleasantly in her belly, something like shame or anger or panic. But she thinks there is also, maybe, a tiny part of her that feels lighter for having told Karlach even a part of what happened. Like she’s let go of a breath she’d been holding for a long, long time.

It's as Shadowheart is busy introspecting that someone comes and sits two seats down from her at the bar. Unlike Shadowheart, this person seems oblivious to the complex array of emotions and contradictions swimming in Shadowheart's liquor-addled mind, a fact of which Shadowheart is eternally jealous. Also unlike Shadowheart, the person appears to be a githyanki, which is a strange enough occurrence to pull her out of her reverie for a moment and look over.

The woman must notice her surprise, because she greets Shadowheart with a menacing glare and a pronounced scowl before quickly looking over to Karlach.

“Be with you in a moment!” Karlach chirps at the newcomer cheerily, clearly oblivious to the woman's blatant and unwarranted hostility.

Despite her surliness, Shadowheart finds it strangely difficult to look away from her. Both because it is uncommon to find githyanki in Baldur's Gate, and because the woman is oddly...captivating. Emboldened by alcohol, Shadowheart attempts to discreetly eye the woman up from down the bar. She notices a few things immediately. First, the woman has absurdly large, babydoll-like eyes. Though, she notes, they are not particularly innocent looking. Rather, the adjectives that leap to Shadowheart's mind are “catlike” and “feral.” Something dangerous lurks there, she thinks to herself nonsensically. Dangerous or maybe just unhinged. Further cementing the image of a cat in Shadowheart's mind are the leopard spots that adorn the other woman's olive green skin. And, as Shadowheart tries to covertly drag her gaze down the woman's body, she sees how wiry and thin the woman's frame is. Almost delicate looking, she would think, if not for the fact that she suspects that the woman throws a killer right hook.

The other woman either does not notice Shadowheart's covert observation, or she simply elects to ignore it. Either way, it is quickly interrupted by Karlach's return, accompanied by a drink in either hand.

“Right, here ya are, Shady,” she says, passing one of them to Shadowheart and retaining the other for herself. When Shadowheart grabs hers, Karlach raises her glass toward Shadowheart’s for a toast. “Cheers, to abandoning the church! To choosing yourself, and to choosing better things!”

Somehow, despite herself, Shadowheart finds herself grinning at Karlach’s optimism. Silently, she clinks her tumbler against Karlach’s before taking a hesitant sip. The cocktail is warm and, as its nickname suggested, smoky. She can see why Karlach suggested it; it settles in Shadowheart’s belly like a pleased cat, curling around her comfortingly even in the face of all of her unease.

For a brief moment, Shadowheart almost feels okay again.

“Tchk. As if being a heretic is a thing to celebrate.”

Well, it was nice while it lasted. But then, Shadowheart supposes, she never did get to keep nice things.

Still, the sheer audacity of the outburst takes her by surprise and ignites a righteous ire in her. She whips her head to the right to look at the strange woman, eyes shooting daggers at her even as the world stutters slightly from the booze. Words like acid jump to her tongue unbidden. “You’d do well to keep your thoughts to yourself, stranger.”

“And you’d do well to develop a higher tolerance, istik. Or do your kind simply not know how to enunciate?”

Oh for the love of—outraged, Shadowheart jumps out of her seat. Truthfully, she isn't really thinking about what her plan is once she’s standing, whether she's going to pick a fight or if she is going to storm off. She just knows she needs to move, needs to get up, needs to do something. She feels propelled as if by motor, like she has been shocked out of a stasis she didn't even realize she was in. Even as her ire turns to pure, unadulterated fury, there's something pleasant about the sensation; she hasn't been so motivated since...Well, since.

Karlach, damn her, sees where this is going and immediately steps in.

“Hey, hey, hey. Not in my bar, nuh-uh. Take it outside or act like adults,” she says exasperatedly, gesticulating wildly with a bar rag. Then, she stops. “Actually, you know what?” She points at the gith. “You leave. You can come back when you’ve learned some manners.”

“Tchk,” the rude woman says again, before she acquiesces and exits the bar.

Logically, that should be the end of it. If Shadowheart were smart, she'd let the matter drop there, content with the moral victory of the asshole getting dressed down and kicked out of the bar.

The thing is, though, that Shadowheart does not want to let the matter drop. What she wants is to follow the woman out of the bar and give her a pointed, colorful piece of Shadowheart's mind. Unfortunately, that is an idea that comes with at least a couple of problems. The first problem being that she hasn’t paid Karlach for her drinks yet, and the second problem being that a plan like that is likely to end in violence.

You know, the kind of violence where she fights another woman in an alley over a few stray comments.

Yes, Shadowheart thinks. That would be bad.

And it would be bad, of course. But. Somehow, the thought of punching a stranger—that stranger, specifically—in the face fills Shadowheart with a new emotion. An enticing emotion, and one that is difficult to entirely pin down. The best she can think to describe it is that it makes her feel like her blood has been replaced with something thinner and more fluid. That it makes her feel awake for the first time in too long. Or maybe just that it makes her feel, period.

She chooses not to examine that any further.

Instead, Shadowheart looks to Karlach, digging her credit card out from her jeans and hurriedly sliding it across the counter. “Can you settle me up please? I’ll be back.”

“Oh, Shady, no,” Karlach says, and she looks so disappointed. Shadowheart decides that she can’t really deal with that, not right now, so she just turns and follows the stranger out the door without another word.

The air when she steps outside is frigid; much colder than it was in the bar, and the goosebumps on her arms return with a wicked vengeance. She almost can't feel it, though; not with the way her blood is searing hot and vital in her veins. She searches the street frantically for the other woman, and it's only a brief second before she catches a glimpse of her turning into the alley next to the bar. Fighting the chorus of gogogo that is singing loudly in her mind, Shadowheart forces herself to pause and consider whether she really wants to do this.

The decision is disturbingly easy. Easier than any other she's made in the past several months.

“Hey!” Shadowheart shouts after the woman, rounding the corner into the alley to see her propped up against the wall. Even though it feels like it's only been a moment, the stranger is already smoking a cigarette. Infuriatingly, she looks like she was waiting for Shadowheart. “Just who the fuck do you think you are?”

The woman smiles nastily. “I’m Lae’zel of Crèche K’liir.” Shadowheart doesn't know where that is, so she assumes it must be in Alprisma. The woman drops her cigarette to the ground and stamps it out. “The real question is who you are, faithless.”

Oh, that bitch.

“You know nothing of my faith,” Shadowheart hisses back, fists balling at her sides. She walks forward into the woman's, Lae'zel's, space until they’re almost nose-to-nose. Absentmindedly, she notes that Lae’zel’s breath smells of a noxious mix of whiskey and tobacco, and she wonders how intoxicated the other woman is. She seems more sober than Shadowheart, at least, but she supposes that's not much of a feat.

“I know you betrayed it,” Lae’zel snarls back, poking a finger into Shadowheart’s chest. “I heard what that teeth-ling said,” and Shadowheart doesn’t even have time to process the mispronunciation before Lae’zel continues, “I know you chose to forsake your church, chose to be named h'sharlak. You're a disgrace.”

Shadowheart doesn't know what that word means, but she doesn't like the ugly way it curls around Lae'zel's tongue. She finds her eyes drawn to the movement of it, repulsion or rage or something else pooling in her gut at the sight. She doesn't know what, exactly. All she knows is that she doesn't want to talk anymore, doesn't want to think, so she punches Lae’zel in the face as hard as she can.

Lae’zel reels slightly, but to her credit she otherwise bears the hit well. She clearly anticipates it, rolling with it easily and recovering quickly enough to respond with one of her own to Shadowheart’s gut.

It turns out Shadowheart was right: Lae’zel can throw a punch. The sensation of it knocks the wind from her lungs in an instant, sending her stumbling back a step. Something about the way the pain blooms in her stomach is grounding, almost. Like Shadowheart is finally tethered to the earth beneath her again. More than that, she can feel the way the blow lights up her nervous system, her body flooded with chemical impulses that almost feel foreign after so long spent absent.

Shadowheart smiles. There's a split second of stillness where neither of them moves.

Then, Lae’zel turns her head, spits a frothy pink mix of saliva and blood onto the stone pavement beneath them. “Is that all you’ve got, istik?”

Involuntarily, as though compelled, Shadowheart feels a growl rip from her throat and she lunges at Lae’zel. Her fingers dig into the other woman's shoulders as she shoves her into the wall of the magic shop next door as hard as she can, hard enough that she can hear the crack of Lae'zel's skull against the brick. She can hear the bright sound of Lae'zel laughing, manic and fierce, as Shadowheart pins her there.

“You do not know who I am,” Shadowheart warns her, and isn't the thought of that exciting? That they don't know each other, not at all, and here they are. “You do not know what I’ve got.”

“Then show me, faithless,” Lae’zel spits out, and the sound of it is like music, like poetry, somehow. It's nasty and cruel in a way that burrows deep inside Shadowheart’s bones. Shadowheart hopes it makes a home there. “Or I will show you.”

And Lae’zel stomps down hard on Shadowheart’s foot, forcing her to wince and pull back enough that Lae'zel is able to flip their positions. The two of them are both breathing heavily, now. Shadowheart can feel Lae'zel's nails leaving marks in her bare skin.

Suddenly, Shadowheart wonders what passerby would think of the position they're in. Whether they would assume their passion was romantic rather than violent. The thought forces a shudder of disgust down her spine. Then, Lae'zel slams her backwards into the wall once, twice, three times. Shadowheart can feel the strength of her in each ruthless thrust, and the edges of her vision quickly become blurry—this time, from pain and adrenaline rather than alcohol.

She struggles vainly in Lae’zel’s grasp, but it immediately becomes apparent that the other woman is too powerful (or, perhaps, that Shadowheart is too drunk), and she knows she isn’t going to be able to budge her. It seems like she’ll have to fight dirty, then. Lae’zel’s stance is wider than Shadowheart’s, wide enough to provide an opening, so Shadowheart ratchets her knee up as quickly and brutally as she can into Lae’zel’s groin. Lae’zel grunts, clearly hurt, but her hold on Shadowheart lessens not at all.

In the instant where Shadowheart makes contact, though, she can feel the pulsing heat radiating off of Lae’zel’s crotch. She thinks Lae'zel must burn at a much higher temperature than she does. Or maybe, Shadowheart thinks absurdly, Lae’zel’s blood has simply all rushed to greet her. Whatever the cause, it makes Shadowheart keenly aware of all the places where their bodies touch. Every point of contact feels sharp and alive, her poor, abused flesh made so tender from Lae'zel's beating. The rough brick of the magic shop scrapes against the bare skin of Shadowheart's shoulders. Lae'zel's grasp on her arms is bruisingly savage. Shadowheart can almost feel the electric anticipation of touch in the space between them. Belatedly, she realizes her nipples are hard.

The fourth time Lae’zel rams her mercilessly against the brick, Shadowheart lets out a little gasp against her will.

It makes Lae’zel stop and stare at her. Shadowheart struggles to meet her gaze, less out of shame and more because of the way the world spins around her. She tries anyway. The other woman's eyes are bright and intent like a neon sign. She looks hungry. No, Shadowheart realizes. She looks starving.

“If I ever see you here again,” Lae’zel says, taking a step back and releasing her hold on Shadowheart, “I will have to remind you of your place once more.”

Shadowheart can't stop herself from asking, "And where's that?"

"Beneath me," Lae'zel sneers, and Shadowheart swallows. Because it’s a threat, of course. But she can read between the lines well enough to see the invitation there, too.

Without another word, Lae’zel walks away, leaving Shadowheart bloody and panting in the alleyway.

It’s not until later that night, after Shadowheart gets home and furiously rubs herself off with a hand inside her jeans, that she realizes she never retrieved her credit card and leather jacket from The Grove.

Well then, she thinks, a grin slowly growing on her face. I guess I’ll just have to go back.

#bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae'zel #shadowzel #my fic #tfihafid #reposting bc i did a significant rewrite

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labuenosairesfrancaise · 2 years ago

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Jockey Club

The building was inaugurated in 1897. The social life of the Jockey Club, during its early years, took place in various rented residences, all located in the central area of the city of Buenos Aires. However, with a constantly growing membership, it was soon decided that the club needed its own building, in line with the increasing prestige it had achieved during its initial stage.

A crucial step was taken in 1888 when a plot of land was acquired on Florida Street, between Lavalle and Tucumán, an excellent location in Buenos Aires at the end of the 19th century. After holding a design competition, the authorities of the Jockey Club decided to immediately begin the construction based on the plans of the Austrian architect Manuel Turner. During the nine-year construction process, the original program was completely modified, and the final design was signed off by the Argentine engineer Emilio Agrelo.

The building's magnificent facade on Florida Street, its impressive reception area, and dramatic staircase; its sumptuous halls, vast armory room, and welcoming dining area; all these elegant features contributed to making the Jockey Club Palace the favorite center of high society in the city from the moment of its inauguration on September 30, 1897. Carlos Pellegrini played a significant role in its furnishings and decoration. He personally took care of the final arrangements of the house, down to the smallest details, with the collaboration of Miguel Cané, who, from Paris, where he served as the Argentine minister, sent luxurious curtains, thick carpets, coat of arms, exquisite crystal chandeliers, and even lanterns for the front of the building.

Over time, the building underwent various modifications. Firstly, several neighboring plots were acquired, allowing for the expansion of the facilities and the construction of an annex building for administrative offices. Successive renovations in 1909 and 1921 adapted the halls to changes in fashion and taste. Moreover, with specialized advice, a valuable art collection was formed, which included paintings signed by Louis-Michel Van Loo, Goya, Bouguereau, Corot, Monet, Sorolla, Anglada Camarasa, Fantin-Latour, Carrière, and Favretto. Alongside artworks by foreign artists, there were numerous works by Argentine masters such as Sívori, Gramajo Gutiérrez, Bermúdez, Quinquela Martín, López Naguil, Fader, Cordiviola, and Aquiles Badi, creating a true art gallery that some Jockey Club members proudly referred to as "our little museum."

Thanks to the luxury of its halls, its magnificent and continuously enriched library, and the prestige of its art collection, the Jockey Club Palace became the privileged setting for aristocratic receptions. It was also the customary place to honor distinguished visitors arriving in Buenos Aires.

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You will need the usual CC from Felixandre, SYB, The King Falcon, TGS, among others.

The building is in a 30x30 lot, and works as a coffe shop.

Please let me know if you like it and if you want somenthing built for you!

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(early acces 8/20/2023)

#sims 4 architecture #sims 4 build #sims4 #sims4palace #sims 4 screenshots #sims4play #sims 4 historical #sims4building #sims 4 royalty #sims4frencharchitecture

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kikorenart · 11 months ago

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WAYWARD COMPASS - PART ONE - CHAPTER ONE

[Soma(OC) x Anders(OC) Genshin Impact Original Fic]

Written by @kikorenart & @drawlypsy

Summary: Soma Amachidame; heir apparent to the Amachidame Clan of Watatsumi Jima has spent years wandering from city to city in Teyvat for one purpose - to rise beyond his means and reunite with his little sister. His next stop; Sumeru where the Akademiya and prestige awaits.

It’s only a shame he has a proclivity for getting lost.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: original character(s), slow burn, m/m, f/f, blood and violence, smut, Inazuma lore, Fontaine lore, video game mechanics

Notes: comin’ atcha hot with a brand spankin’ new (pre-written) original story that I’ve co-written with Psy for the last ten months or so. Updates will come twice a week on Sundays and Wednesdays and will be primarily found on AO3.

CHAPTER ONE - Taking a Wrong Turn

He stood on the deck of that ship until the last shred of light left along the horizon. The lanterns on the beach were his only indicator that Watatsumi was there at all, disappearing below the waves as if no more than flotsam on the tide. Soma watched until his eyes ached from the salt air and the whipping wind casting strength into the sails of the Crux. This massive ship was bound for Liyue’s main port, a place so far away it seemed unfathomable. Yet as he drifted further from the only home he’d ever known, he felt the tether in his chest tighten with sharp agony.

Kiyo was on those shores.

He hadn’t been able to speak to her just before he left. The aunts and uncles forbade any final farewell; vindictive to the very last, it would seem. They did not know that he had already sat with Kiyo in secret and told her the whole of his plans the night before;

“Can’t we go together, Nii-sama?” She had implored, and for the life of him he could not remember the reason why as he gazed down at her forlorn tears.

“Would if I could.” He replied softly, committing her face to memory on that moonless night. “There are many things I must prepare beforehand. I cannot let you come from nothing. Be brave for me, sister.”

For a girl of nine, Kiyo peered through her gold eyes with far too much intelligence alongside the compassion she held - a burden she carried for her brother and his ambition. It took only moments for Soma’s little sister to quiet her sadness, and with great hesitance that he felt in her small fingers, let his hand go with a bow of her head.

“I will.” She nodded then, “I’ll-…miss you.”

There is a crack in Soma’s heart at this goodbye, and it widens at the resignation in Kiyo’s face for letting him go. It bid him to lean down and gently cup her little face in his hands.

“I’ll be quick as lightning,” He smiled, “-I’ll write often. We’ll be together again soon, Kiyo. I promise.”

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Soma kept his promises to his sister, no matter how impossible they seemed. He would return for her. This he vowed upon the vision glowing at his neck, the only light in the dark and storming sea beyond Inazuma’s isolated shores.

‘Be brave, and wait for me.’

Six long years. It felt like all would be achieved in those first few weeks of Soma’s arrival at the city of Freedom. He had found a way to ingratiate himself almost immediately with the Favonius Knights. Swordsmanship was a skill he had cultivated nearly from his infancy, but his scribe work seemed more interesting to the likes of Varka and the Acting Grand Master Jean.

It had at least provided ample time to write letters back to Inazuma, one after the other for every new venture. Soma took it upon himself to learn everything he could about the native culture of the land he wandered into after a lengthy stay at Liyue harbor and an arduous trek through Dihua Marsh. He became intimately acquainted with the language, the food, and ultimately the local companionship. Something to pass the time while he worked his way from a lowly clerk to something more akin to a secretarial position of authority. This had paid off handsomely, in the end, with a recommendation to the hallowed halls of the Akademiya - a full-throated Favonian referral to become one of their students with a former valedictorian’s blessing.

Lisa had been instrumental in his progression professionally and personally. He could have sworn he found in her a like-minded electro user who saw the benefits of scholarship along with its pitfalls. Someone like him could be blinded by ambition if he wasn’t careful, since there were more than enough temptations put in his way. She helped to smooth the track forward without leading him astray, and for that Soma was immensely grateful. Lisa was not his only companion, though.

The red-haired Master Diluc had bid him a terse farewell as he packed his bags once again for Sumeru City. It wasn’t a tearful goodbye so much as a silent understanding they’d gone the extent of what their relationship could allow. There were no promises made, and Soma had preferred it that way. Much like with Lisa, Soma did not allow his sentiments to hamper the blade-like focus on the horizon. Set roots. Rise. Then, and only then would he have the foundations he needed to fetch his other half at last. She would rise, too.

All this could finally begin in Sumeru City.

How curious though, that I am now two days overdue my estimated arrival…

Had I made a wrong turn?

It was a rain-soaked night when he finally made it to the misty docks of Fontaine. The city was sprawling, half underwater and made of unforgiving stone. A desolate place teeming with people that were practically stacked atop one another - an existence he could hardly contemplate for how sprawling Watatsumi Island had been. From the slums to the dockside to the upper class neighborhoods of austere and stately homes, there was nothing that escaped the heavy feeling of damp and oppressive modernity.

Gone were the gay and bright windmills of Mondstadt, whose sun-kissed stones were a brighter gray like the foundations of a smile. This was a wholly different kind of city, which lacked any freedoms. Shackles came to his mind as he stood watching a stooped group of beggars by the side street, huddled around a can that acted as their hearth. They roasted pieces of scrap meat over it, as if it could do something to lift the plague stench from the vittles they’d found in the garbage nearby.

A vagrant woman met his eyes as he walked past her swaying form. Soma caught the stench of a whole surgeon’s facility full of rubbing alcohol, but not the clean kind. The fetid kind, that sharply reproached the senses with a vile stab up the nostrils. He tried his best to master his expression as she smiled at him, toothless, and began to babble about pearls and rings. A merry diddy she sang as she swirled down the alley with what he could only assume was formaldehyde in her system.

I have surely made a wrong turn, or two.

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Why Investing in Luxury Villas for Sale in Dubai is a Smart Choice

Dubai, a city synonymous with innovation, luxury, and growth, continues to attract global investors looking to capitalize on its thriving real estate market. Among the most sought-after options are Luxury Villas for Sale in Dubai, which offer unparalleled privacy, opulence, and investment potential. From waterfront mansions to lavish residences in exclusive communities, Dubai’s luxury villas are a testament to architectural brilliance and world-class living.

If you’re considering real estate investment in Dubai, here’s why purchasing a luxury villa is a smart decision and how real estate agencies like Tesla Properties can help you find your dream Luxury Villas for Sale in Dubai.

1. Dubai’s Thriving Real Estate Market

Dubai’s real estate market is among the most stable and dynamic in the world, offering lucrative opportunities for investors. The city’s status as a global hub for tourism, business, and lifestyle ensures a continuous demand for properties for sale in Dubai.

Key Market Highlights:

Consistent value appreciation, especially in high-end communities.

A tax-free environment, allowing investors to maximize their returns.

Government initiatives, such as investor-friendly visas, further bolstering demand for luxury villas for sale in Dubai.

2. Exclusive Locations for Luxury Villas

Dubai offers a range of prestigious locations that house some of the best residential projects in Dubai. Each area is designed to cater to diverse lifestyles while maintaining exclusivity and luxury.

Top Locations for Luxury Villas:

Palm Jumeirah: Iconic beachfront villas offering direct access to private beaches and stunning sea views.

Emirates Hills: Often referred to as the “Beverly Hills of Dubai,” featuring sprawling estates and golf course views.

Mohammed Bin Rashid City (MBR City): A master-planned community blending sustainability with luxury living.

Dubai Hills Estate: Ideal for families, offering modern villas with lush green surroundings and proximity to the city’s top schools.

3. Unmatched Luxury and Amenities

Luxury villas for sale in Dubai redefine comfort and elegance. They come equipped with features that cater to the most discerning tastes, including:

Private pools, gardens, and home gyms.

Smart home systems for seamless control of lighting, security, and climate.

High-end interiors crafted with premium materials like marble and bespoke wood.

Gated communities offering 24/7 security and access to exclusive facilities such as golf courses, spas, and fine dining.

These villas provide the perfect balance of privacy, luxury, and convenience, making them a dream investment for families and individuals alike.

4. High Return on Investment (ROI)

Investing in luxury villas for sale in Dubai offers substantial financial benefits. Villas in exclusive communities attract high rental yields and are always in demand among affluent tenants.

Why Villas Offer High ROI:

Prime locations with limited availability ensure consistent demand.

High-end properties typically appreciate faster due to their exclusivity.

Dubai’s growing expatriate population increases demand for spacious, family-friendly residences.

For investors looking for stability and growth, Dubai’s luxury villas represent a secure and profitable choice.

5. Lifestyle and Prestige

Owning a luxury house for sale in Dubai is more than a real estate transaction—it’s a lifestyle statement. Dubai’s villas offer an unmatched standard of living, combining modern architecture with a serene environment.

Key Lifestyle Advantages:

Proximity to top schools, healthcare facilities, and shopping destinations.

Stunning views of beaches, golf courses, and cityscapes.

An exclusive community atmosphere catering to families and professionals.

6. Flexibility and Customization

Unlike apartments, villas offer the flexibility to customize your living space. From creating personalized outdoor spaces to adding state-of-the-art amenities, luxury villas provide endless possibilities to suit your preferences.

7. Ideal for Families and Expats

With spacious layouts, secure environments, and access to top-tier amenities, luxury villas are perfect for families and expatriates relocating to Dubai. Communities like Dubai Hills Estate and MBR City are designed to provide a family-friendly atmosphere with excellent connectivity.

8. The Role of Trusted Real Estate Companies

Partnering with a reliable real estate company in Dubai UAE, such as Tesla Properties, ensures a smooth and hassle-free buying experience. Tesla Properties specializes in connecting clients with villas for sale in Dubai tailored to their needs and preferences.

Why Choose Tesla Properties?

Access to exclusive listings of luxury villas and luxury apartments in Dubai.

Expert advice for both homeowners and investors.

Assistance with all aspects of the transaction, from property selection to legal processes.

9. A Diverse Real Estate Portfolio

In addition to villas, Dubai offers a wide range of luxury apartments for sale, catering to different investment goals and lifestyle preferences. Whether you want to buy real estate in Dubai for personal use or rental income, the options are endless.

Conclusion

Investing in luxury villas for sale in Dubai is a smart choice for those seeking a combination of exclusivity, comfort, and financial growth. From iconic locations like Palm Jumeirah to family-friendly communities like Dubai Hills Estate, Dubai offers villas that cater to diverse lifestyles and investment goals. To explore the finest villas and properties for sale in Dubai, trust Tesla Properties, your premier real estate partner. Visit Tesla Properties today and discover unparalleled luxury in the heart of Dubai.

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Embassy One Bangalore Four Seasons: Price, Reviews & Floor Plans

Bangalore, often referred to as the Silicon Valley of India, is a city that merges urban sophistication with lush greenery. In the heart of this vibrant metropolis lies Embassy One, home to the luxurious Four Seasons Private Residences Bangalore. As a premier destination for luxury living, Embassy One offers world-class amenities, elegant design, and unparalleled exclusivity. In this blog, we’ll delve into the price points, resident reviews, and floor plans to give you an in-depth view of this coveted property.

An Overview of Embassy One Bangalore

Embassy One is a mixed-use development located in Hebbal, one of Bangalore's most sought-after neighborhoods. Spread across 7.9 acres, this ultra-premium project includes:

Four Seasons Hotel: A five-star property offering 230 impeccably designed rooms and suites.

Four Seasons Private Residences: Exclusive homes that redefine luxury living.

Commercial Spaces: Grade A offices with cutting-edge facilities.

Retail and Dining: High-end boutiques and gourmet dining experiences.

The development is strategically positioned close to the Kempegowda International Airport, making it a perfect choice for global travelers and business professionals.

Price Range: Is Embassy One Worth It?

The Four Seasons Private Residences at Embassy One cater to the crème de la crème of society. With luxury being the cornerstone, the prices reflect the exclusivity and prestige of the property. Here’s an approximate breakdown:

2 BHK Residences: ₹9 to ₹11 Crore (2,600 - 2,800 sq. ft.)

3 BHK Residences: ₹13 to ₹16 Crore (3,500 - 3,700 sq. ft.)

4 BHK Residences: ₹18 to ₹20 Crore (4,500 - 4,800 sq. ft.)

Penthouse: Starts at ₹25 Crore (5,500+ sq. ft.)

While these prices may seem steep, they encompass the highest standards of luxury, including concierge services, access to hotel amenities, and breathtaking views of the city skyline.

Key Features and Amenities

Living at Embassy One’s Four Seasons Residences is an experience in itself. Residents gain access to a plethora of world-class amenities:

Private Concierge Services: Personalized assistance for every need, from travel bookings to event planning.

State-of-the-Art Fitness Center: Equipped with the latest technology and personal trainers.

Infinity Pool: A serene escape with stunning views of Bangalore.

Spa and Wellness Center: Holistic therapies to rejuvenate mind and body.

Banquet and Event Spaces: Perfect for hosting private gatherings or corporate events.

Dining Options: Gourmet restaurants offering international cuisines.

Every detail, from the landscaping to the interiors, is meticulously designed to create a harmonious blend of comfort and opulence.

Floor Plans: A Closer Look

Embassy One offers spacious and thoughtfully designed residences that cater to varying needs. Here’s a snapshot of the floor plans:

2 BHK Residences:

Area: 2,600 - 2,800 sq. ft.

Layout: Open-plan living and dining areas, expansive balconies, en-suite bedrooms, and a modern kitchen.

Highlights: Floor-to-ceiling windows that maximize natural light and offer panoramic views.

3 BHK Residences:

Area: 3,500 - 3,700 sq. ft.

Layout: Includes a spacious living room, separate family lounge, three en-suite bedrooms, and a powder room.

Highlights: Luxurious master bedroom with a walk-in closet and a private terrace.

4 BHK Residences:

Area: 4,500 - 4,800 sq. ft.

Layout: Designed for larger families, featuring four bedrooms, a study, and a grand living-dining space.

Highlights: Private elevator access and a dedicated staff room.

Penthouse:

Area: 5,500+ sq. ft.

Layout: Multi-level living with a private terrace, infinity pool, and entertainment zones.

Highlights: Unmatched luxury and exclusivity with bespoke interiors.

Resident Reviews: What People Are Saying

Embassy One’s Four Seasons Residences have garnered rave reviews from residents and visitors alike. Here are some key takeaways:

Location Advantage: Residents appreciate the proximity to key areas like Manyata Tech Park, Hebbal Flyover, and the international airport. Despite being in a bustling area, the property offers a tranquil retreat.

World-Class Services: The Four Seasons brand is synonymous with exceptional hospitality. Residents have lauded the attentive concierge services and the seamless integration of hotel facilities with their homes.

Design and Craftsmanship: The attention to detail in the interiors, from the Italian marble flooring to the bespoke kitchens, has been a highlight for many.

Exclusivity and Privacy: With only a limited number of residences, the property ensures a sense of exclusivity and community among like-minded individuals.

On the flip side, some potential buyers have raised concerns about the price point. However, most agree that the unparalleled luxury and services justify the investment.

Who Is Embassy One Best Suited For?

Embassy One caters to individuals who seek nothing but the best. It is ideal for:

High-Net-Worth Individuals: Business leaders, entrepreneurs, and professionals who value exclusivity.

Global Citizens: Frequent travelers who appreciate the proximity to the airport and world-class hospitality.

Luxury Enthusiasts: Those who prioritize premium amenities and bespoke living.

Why Invest in Embassy One?

Investing in Embassy One is more than just owning a property; it’s about owning a lifestyle. Here’s why it’s a smart investment:

Prime Location: Hebbal is one of Bangalore’s fastest-growing neighborhoods, with excellent connectivity and infrastructure.

Brand Value: The Four Seasons name adds significant credibility and desirability to the property.

Rental Potential: With Bangalore’s thriving expat community, these residences command high rental yields.

Appreciation: As a luxury property in a prime location, Embassy One is expected to appreciate steadily over time.

Conclusion

Embassy One Bangalore Four Seasons stands as a beacon of luxury in the bustling city of Bangalore. With its exquisite residences, impeccable amenities, and world-class services, it offers a lifestyle that few can match. While the price may seem premium, it is a reflection of the unmatched value and prestige that comes with living in a Four Seasons Residence.

If you’re looking for a home that combines elegance, comfort, and convenience, Embassy One is the ultimate choice. Whether you’re an investor seeking high returns or a homeowner searching for your dream abode, this development is undoubtedly worth considering.

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Dubai’s real estate market is often considered one of the best places to invest significant capital, such as a billion dollars, due to several compelling reasons: with total market value reaching $140 billion in 2024, reflecting a significant 29.77% year-over-year increase

1. Strategic Location

Dubai is a global hub, strategically located between Europe, Asia, and Africa. This makes it a prime destination for business, tourism, and trade, ensuring high demand for residential, commercial, and hospitality properties.

2. Tax Advantages

The UAE offers a tax-free environment, with no income tax, property tax, or capital gains tax for most investments. This enhances net returns and attracts global investors.

3. High Rental Yields

Dubai consistently ranks among cities with the highest rental yields globally, with returns ranging from 5% to 10%, significantly higher than many other major cities.

4. Growing Economy and Infrastructure

Dubai’s economy is rapidly diversifying beyond oil, with significant investments in tourism, technology, and finance. Projects like the Dubai 2040 Urban Master Plan ensure continued infrastructure growth, increasing property values.

5. Stable Political and Business Environment

Dubai has a stable government and pro-business policies, making it a safe haven for investment. The introduction of long-term visas for property investors and foreign ownership laws has further boosted confidence.

6. Strong Tourism Industry

Dubai attracts millions of visitors annually, being one of the world’s top tourist destinations. This fuels demand for luxury hotels, short-term rentals, and retail spaces.

10. Prestige and Lifestyle Appeal

Owning real estate in Dubai offers access to world-class amenities, luxury living, and a cosmopolitan lifestyle. Properties here are often seen as a status symbol, especially in iconic locations like the Burj Khalifa area or the Marina.

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Prestige City Indirapuram Ghaziabad | Luxury Residences

Introduction

Prestige City Indirapuram Ghaziabad is a landmark residential project by way of the famend Prestige Group. Spanning an expansive 62.5 acres, this top-rate improvement offers a mix of 2 BHK, 3 BHK, and 4 BHK residences, alongside luxurious villas. Equipped with smart domestic systems and current services, it redefines comfort, convenience, and comfort, making it a standout desire in the Ghaziabad real property marketplace.

Location Advantages

Situated inside the heart of Indirapuram, it boasts an enviable place with seamless get adproject to to vital facilities. The project is surrounded with the aid of pinnacle-tier schools, hospitals, buying malls, and amusement hubs, making it ideal for families and specialists. The colourful neighborhood guarantees a perfect stability among city comfort and serene living.

Connectivity

It offers tremendous connectivity to primary components of Delhi NCR. Located close to the NH-24 and the Delhi-Meerut Expressway, Prestige City Indirapuram guarantees clean commutes to key regions inclusive of Noida, Delhi, and Greater Noida. The presence of Indirapuram’s strong public delivery device, along side close by metro stations, complements accessibility Additionally, the project is only a short pressure from Ghaziabad Railway Station and Indira Gandhi International Airport.

Amenities

The project is designed to cater to trendy life with a extensive variety of global-class services. Highlights encompass a clubhouse, swimming pool, gymnasium, yoga deck, strolling tracks, landscaped gardens, and committed play areas for children. Additional centers such as a multi-cause corridor, sports courts, 24/7 protection, and enough parking elevate the residing revel in.

Vaastu Shastra

Prestige City Ghaziabad is thoughtfully planned to align with Vaastu concepts. The layouts sell fine strength, harmonious living, and natural air flow, making sure a feel of peace and nicely-being for all residents.

Floor Plan & Master Plan

The project features a numerous variety of devices, catering to numerous wishes. The 2 BHK residences provide comfortable but practical areas, whilst the 3 BHK and 4BHK options provide larger, more pricey layouts. The villas are meticulously designed with expansive areas, personal gardens, and different amenities. The grasp plan incorporates lush inexperienced spaces, pedestrian-pleasant pathways, and green land use.

Conclusion

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How Gate Architecture and Planning Exams Can Shape Your Career in Design

For anyone who is interested in architecture or is an aspiring architect, taking the GATE Architecture and Planning exam is a great way to get ahead. This exam, challenging but credible, opens the doors to the most popular and sought-after postgraduate courses and challenging careers. Whereas, NATA is specifically meant for undergraduate admission and UCEED is for admission to the undergraduate program in design, GATE is for higher education and professional advancement in architecture and planning domain. If you pass in GATE Architecture, you get the opportunity to join M.Arch and M.Plan courses in best institutes of the country, get recognition in the industry and advance the profession. If you are planning to have a future in architecture then it is always crucial to know about the GATE exam, how it operates and how it is going to impact your career in design.

GATE Architecture and Planning

This provides a good reason why taking the Gate Architecture and Planning exam is noble in the sense that it leads to admission to a higher learning institution. Architecture and planning postgraduate courses are offered in various institutes, particularly the IIT, NIT, and other leading universities. They offer specialized professional content, advanced problem-solving skills, and an overall understanding of design theory to enhance professional growth.

Clearing the GATE exam also opens up you for more chances of scholarship and fellowship, that will help you in reducing your expenditure on the education. A GATE score enables one to get into quality education experiences that will redefine his or her abilities in a complex terrain architecture and urban planning field.

Higher Career Prospects through GATE Architecture

The benefits of passing the Gate Architecture and Planningconsist of the opened career opportunities. A high majority of government and private organizations prefer candidates with a good academic background, and to support this claim, a GATE score is an excellent tool to pursue.

Many architecture firms and city planning departments and urban development agencies hire only those individuals who clear the GATE examination. This certification gives you prestige in the market and opens access to the job in the design, planning, and construction field. The GATE exam serves a principle barometer that employers rely on, when it comes to the ability of the applicant.

Mastering Your Design Skills through GATE Coaching

Before writing this article, it was my endeavour to compile some important tips for the aspirants preparing for GATE examination so that they can choose the right coaching and materials for enriching their preparation period. This is the reason why many students prefer to attend Gate Architecture Coaching since the syllabus of the exam has become quite involved. Whether you decide in taking face-to-face classes or enrolling in Nata Online Coaching, being guided will help. Practice classes explain basic concepts, offer model tests, and such crucial tips like how to approach difficult sections are provided here.

Further, Gate Architecture Sample Papers and mock tests can be found online and, therefore, help the candidates be aware of the pattern and time-bound nature of the examination. This means the more you practice, the more your confidence levels increase, and most importantly, you develop good time management skills, which are vital for GATE exams.

Increasing Confidence using Study Materials and Mock Tests

Testing preparations therefore need to be done with the best materials possible in order to prepare the best. Due to a rich GATE syllabus, a number of resources are available for Uceed Study Material and Uceed Preparation Material. These materials reduce information down to its core concepts and provide a detailed analysis of these concepts. Further, regular tests like the Uceed Mock Test Online Free assist in evaluating the candidates preparedness for the real test.

Studying these resources will enable you not only to develop a good knowledge base for solving such a problem, but also to enhance your practical thinking skills. It becomes easier for you to overcome the challenges of the exam if you use mock tests and previous year papers like Previous years model question Paper of Nata.

Conclusion

There is more to examination than what meets the eye, specially in taking the Gate Architecture and Planning examination: This is everyoneÕs ticket to academic success and a lucrative career in designing. Upon being offered a slot in an elite post-graduate program, oneÕs probability of being offered nice posts in the field of architecture and urban design is boosted. When helped with the right coaching, study material, and practice one will make that all important first step towards charting his or her future, as seen in the exam. With Gate Architecture Coaching or Nata Online Coaching, the levers are in your hands; donÕt hesitate to use them. By preparing for the GATE examination it can be easily said that it is one of the best decisions an architect can make in their career.

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Great Amenities in Prestige Suncrest Apartments

Prestige Suncrest project is in the prelaunch stage now till all approvals are received, and after that, it will be launched. The project launch will indicate the entry of a luxurious living space in the south zone of Bangalore. After the launch date, buyers can know about the exact floor plans of the homes. There are water sprinkler systems, smoke detectors, and fire alarms in all houses. The project has 4 lifts on each floor to reach all floors easily without waiting. There are spacious parking areas for all buyers. These modern features make Prestige Suncrest a perfect place to spend a great time with friends while enjoying nature. They are designed to make life abundant and residents can use all the amenities at any time. All these modern features are meant for people of all age groups to provide plenty of unrivaled fun. Every person can find something which will suit their tastes. The builder has given importance to equip the enclave with everything that the residents will need. As green areas surround the project, people here can have a pleasant lifestyle from the busy life of the city. More than 40 luxurious modern amenities are offered in this project. Prestige Suncrest Amenities are the modern features that are essential to make life more pleasant. These features are now required by modern buyers when choosing an apartment. Prestige Suncrest offers an elegant lifestyle in the serene surroundings of Electronic City. Buyers can reserve their ideal homes on the launch day by paying the launch price with discounts, which is the project's best deal. The project defines a new level of luxury living with thoughtfully designed amenities. Apartments with direct views of amenities like a swimming pool and gardens are highly sought-after, and they will have premium pricing. Prestige Suncrest is a single-phased development which will be finished by Dec 2028. The project has more than 80% of open spaces and less than 20% of the construction area. The layout plan shows the entrance and exit from Jigani Road. The project is created by a top, globally recognized architect who will provide residents with an exciting luxury lifestyle. The project has spacious units in all sizes to meet the needs of every buyer. All the apartments are based on Vaastu as this house orientation is a master rule to follow while building a house for the better comfort of the residents. Every unit will get good natural light and ventilation through cross ventilation process.

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Experience the Elegance of Rampoldi NYC: A Culinary Gem

Nestled in the heart of New York City, Rampoldi NYC embodies sophistication, luxury, and exceptional culinary artistry. Renowned for its impeccable menu inspired by Mediterranean and Italian traditions, Rampoldi NYC offers a dining experience that is unparalleled. Let us take you on a journey through the exquisite flavors, opulent ambiance, and the unmatched hospitality that defines Rampoldi NYC.

A Culinary Haven for Food Connoisseurs

Rampoldi NYC is not just a restaurant; it is a haven for those who appreciate the art of fine dining. The restaurant's menu is a masterful blend of traditional Italian dishes and contemporary Mediterranean influences, curated to tantalize even the most discerning palate. From the delicate handmade pastas to the rich flavors of fresh seafood, every dish is crafted with precision and passion.

Signature Dishes That Delight

Truffle Risotto: A decadent blend of creamy risotto infused with the earthy aroma of fresh truffles.

Lobster Tagliolini: Perfectly cooked pasta with succulent lobster, tossed in a flavorful bisque sauce.

Veal Milanese: A classic Italian delicacy, prepared to perfection with tender veal and golden breadcrumbs.

The use of locally sourced ingredients ensures that every bite bursts with freshness and authenticity, elevating each meal to a gastronomic masterpiece.

An Ambiance of Timeless Elegance

The allure of Rampoldi NYC extends beyond its menu. The interior design reflects a perfect harmony of modern elegance and classic luxury. Soft lighting, plush seating, and intricate decor create an ambiance that is both intimate and grand, making it an ideal setting for everything from romantic dinners to celebratory gatherings.

Outdoor Dining in the Heart of NYC

Rampoldi NYC also offers an exquisite al fresco dining experience, allowing guests to enjoy their meal under the stars amidst the vibrant energy of New York City. The meticulously landscaped terrace enhances the charm, offering a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Impeccable Service with a Personal Touch

At Rampoldi NYC, service is not just a function; it is an art form. The staff's dedication to providing an exceptional dining experience is evident in every interaction. From personalized recommendations to prompt service, guests are treated like royalty. The team’s expertise ensures that every detail, no matter how small, is attended to with care.

A Legacy of Excellence

Rampoldi NYC is the New York chapter of the legendary Rampoldi Monte Carlo, a name synonymous with culinary excellence. Carrying forward its legacy, the NYC establishment brings the same level of prestige and refinement, making it a sought-after destination for gourmands and celebrities alike.

Wine and Cocktails: A Perfect Pairing

The restaurant’s extensive wine list is a testament to its commitment to excellence. Featuring a selection of the finest Italian, French, and American wines, it is curated to complement the rich flavors of the menu. For those who prefer cocktails, Rampoldi NYC boasts a bar where expert mixologists craft bespoke drinks to suit every mood and occasion.

Why Rampoldi NYC Stands Out

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Prestigious Legacy: A continuation of the celebrated Rampoldi Monte Carlo.

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Whether you are a local or a visitor, dining at Rampoldi NYC is an experience that should not be missed. Conveniently located in a prime NYC neighborhood, the restaurant welcomes guests for lunch, dinner, and private events. Reservations are highly recommended to secure your place at this culinary gem.

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dalgursbate · 10 months ago

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to forgive is human and failure is divine (1/?)

Rating: M WC: 3,643 Pairing: F/F, Shadowheart/Lae'zel

Shadowheart needs to find a job.

Ha. So much for that.

All this to say, Shadowheart really, really hopes today is the day where she wakes up and this horror show ends.

Unfortunately, however, when she opens her eyes her mattress is still on the floor of a shitty studio apartment. The carpet still smells like cat piss despite the fact that she doesn’t have a cat. And, according to the clock on her phone, Shadowheart still slept in until 4:37 p.m., effectively wasting another day.

It seems she’s stuck with the reality where everything is wrong.

Oh well , she thinks, and dismisses the three new frantic notifications from her email.

Shadowheart decides to take that as an omen against continuing to pull her own teeth.

However, being relatively new to this part of Baldur’s Gate, Shadowheart hasn’t exactly curated a long list of local haunts to patronize. But she’s pretty certain that if she just picks a direction and walks long enough, she’ll find somewhere loud and crowded that will help take her mind off of things.

She spares another glance around her dismal living quarters, before her eyes settle on the haphazard mess of papers once more. Yeah, a distraction sounds pretty good right about now.

So she gets dressed in something skimpy, smudges black around her eyes, and puts on the leather jacket that her ex left and that Shadowheart never bothered returning. She wishes desperately that she still had her divine magic and could cast a spell to clean her clothes, but she figures that a little bit of perfume will more or less do the job. Her whole wallet doesn’t fit in the back pocket of her jeans, so she takes out her ID and credit card and shoves them into her back pocket alongside her phone.

Off she goes, then, in search of something interesting.

The best she can find within a fifteen minute walk ends up being a little dive bar called The Grove.

It isn’t exactly what she’s looking for. Really, what she wants is to dance until she forgets, to maybe let someone take her home so she can spend a night outside of the awful nest she has built herself. But there’s something about it that intrigues her, something about it that catches her eye and pulls her in. It’s just one door in a line among many other stores and restaurants, tucked between a magic shop and what appears to be a laundromat. There’s nothing all that exceptional about it, except for the fact that the storefront is covered in a thickety mess of ivy, twining around the entryway until the words on the sign are barely legible. Punk music filters onto the street from inside. When Shadowheart peers into the tiny window in the door, she can see that the interior looks rustic, cozy. There’s a massive hearth along the back wall, surrounded by couches that look rather comfy, if a little bit threadbare.

And, despite how unassuming it is, The Grove is surprisingly populated. Inside are a lot of crunchy-looking humans, elves, and dwarves in natural fibers and open-toed sandals, which Shadowheart supposes she should’ve expected given the faint aura of druidic magic about the place. But there’s also a good number of people dressed in trendier clothing, most of whom appear to be tieflings. There are patrons lingering all over the establishment, playing cards and drinking and chatting amiably.

Shadowheart enters and takes a seat at the end of the bar, which is being serviced by one of the tieflings. The woman is tall and muscular, with cherry-red skin, a side shave, and only one horn. She’s wearing a denim vest covered in colorful pins, with sayings on them like “Nobody knows I’m a lesbian” and “COMMIE DYKE.” Shadowheart thinks she might be in love with her.

“What’ll it be, chief?” The bartender’s voice is chipper and bouncy in a way that manages to be inviting instead of irritating. Maybe it’s because there’s a genuine warmth to the way she smiles at Shadowheart, or maybe it’s because she looks like she is trying and failing not to dance enthusiastically to the music.

Normally, Shadowheart is more of a red wine type of a girl. Tonight, however: “Vodka soda, double.”

“We have pretty good cocktails, you know,” the bartender tells her with a wry grin.

“They cost more than a vodka soda?”

“Yep.”

“Vodka soda, double.”

“Shadowheart.” Karlach quirks a brow at that, but blessedly says nothing. A minute later, she slides a vodka soda to Shadowheart and then goes back to making drinks for the other patrons.

There’s fast, angry guitar pounding in her ears, and the drink is strong when Shadowheart sips it.

Her chest loosens, a little.

And, wow, Karlach is nosy.

“You new to Baldur’s Gate?” Karlach asks, leaning over the bar and resting her chin on her palm. “Haven’t seen you around before.”

Shadowheart shakes her head. “I grew up in the Upper City. Went to school there, too.” She takes a long sip of her drink.

Karlach lets out a low whistle, expressing an emotion that Shadowheart is too intoxicated to interpret. “So what went wrong for you to end up here?”

“Who says I ended up here? Maybe I’m just visiting,” Shadowheart says with a single eyebrow raised. At least, she thinks she has a single eyebrow raised. Her face is a little tingly.

“Shady—I’m gonna call you Shady, by the way. Shady, you’re drinking the cheap drinks at a dive near the docks. By yourself. Doesn’t exactly suggest that things are going well right now.”

“What happened?”

“That’s none of your business,” Shadowheart responds before thinking, voice much harsher than she intended. She winces a little in guilt; she likes Karlach. Karlach is nice. Shadowheart shouldn’t be mean to Karlach.

Even if Karlach is terrible at minding boundaries.

“Oh?”

“So maybe confessional’s the last thing you need, then, eh Shady?” Karlach’s voice is light, but she seems to be listening to Shadowheart pretty intently. “What made you leave?”

Unintentionally, Shadowheart’s eyes drop to the pins on Karlach’s shirt. Then, quietly, she answers: “It was the Sharran church.”

Shadowheart blinks at her. “Yeah, why?”

“I–what?”

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” Karlach grins back at her, before turning back to make the drink.

Shadowheart is struck with the revolting sense that Karlach pities her.

Oh, Gods, she really hates that. This is why she doesn’t tell people this stuff, she remembers. This is why it is better for her to just deal with it by herself.

But she thinks there is also, maybe, a tiny part of her that feels lighter for having told Karlach even a part of what happened. Like she’s let go of a breath she’d been holding for a long, long time. It’s left her lightheaded, yes, but buried somewhere in the mess of feelings she thinks there is relief.

While Shadowheart is having her little internal freakout, someone comes and sits two seats down from her at the bar, seemingly oblivious to Shadowheart’s turmoil. It’s a woman, a githyanki, which makes her do a double take. A gith? You don’t see a lot of those around here. Or around anywhere, really.

The woman must notice her surprise, because she greets Shadowheart with a menacing glare and a pronounced scowl before quickly looking over to Karlach.

“Be with you in a moment!” Karlach chirps at the newcomer cheerily before continuing to mix drinks.

Shadowheart finds it hard to look away from the woman, so she tries to study her discreetly out of the corner of her eye. From what she can see, the woman has absurdly big babydoll eyes, though they are far from innocent-looking. The words that come to Shadowheart’s mind for them are “catlike” and “feral.” She honestly looks kind of unhinged , Shadowheart thinks to herself. The woman’s skin is olive green, adorned with leopard-like spots, further cementing in Shadowheart’s mind the image of a cat. And though her frame looks small and wiry, almost delicate, Shadowheart would somehow bet anything that she throws a killer right hook.

Her observation is interrupted by Karlach’s return, holding twin drinks in her hands.

“Right, here ya are, Shady,” she says, passing one of them to Shadowheart and retaining the other for herself. When Shadowheart grabs hers, Karlach raises her drink toward Shadowheart’s for a toast. “Cheers, to abandoning the church! To choosing yourself, and to choosing better things!”

Despite herself, despite her unease with the situation, Shadowheart finds herself grinning at Karlach’s optimism. Silently, she raises her glass to Karlach’s before taking a drink. The cocktail is warm and, as the name promised, smoky. It settles in Shadowheart’s belly like a pleased cat, curling around her comfortingly. It’s absolutely delicious.

For a brief moment, Shadowheart feels okay again.

“Tchk. As if being a faithless traitor is a thing to celebrate.”

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Shadowheart whips her head to the right to look at the woman, glaring. Words like acid jump to her tongue unbidden. “You’d do well to keep your thoughts to yourself, stranger.”

“And you’d do well to develop a higher tolerance, istik. Or do your kind simply not know how to enunciate?”

Outraged, Shadowheart jumps out of her seat without really thinking about what her plan is once she’s standing. She just needs to move, needs to get up, needs to do something about this indignity.

Karlach sees this and immediately steps in.

“Hey, hey, hey. Not in my bar, nuh-uh. Take it outside or act like adults,” Karlach says exasperatedly, gesticulating with a bar rag. “Actually, you know what?” She points at the gith. “You leave. You can come back when you’ve learned some manners.”

“Tchk,” the rude woman says again, before she acquiesces and exits the bar.

The thing is, Shadowheart really wants to follow her and give the bitch a piece of her mind. The first problem with that, however, is that she hasn’t paid Karlach for her drinks yet. The second problem is that it will probably end in violence.

But then, the thought of punching that woman fills Shadowheart with a strange, enticing emotion. It makes her feel like her blood has been replaced with something thinner and more fluid. Makes her feel awake for the first time in months. Makes her feel, period.

Interesting.

Shadowheart looks to Karlach, digging her credit card out from her jeans and hurriedly sliding it across the counter. “Can you settle me up please? I’ll be back.”

“Oh, Shady, no,” Karlach says, and she looks so disappointed. Shadowheart can’t really deal with that, not right now, so she just turns and follows the stranger out the door without another word.

She searches the street frantically for the other woman, before she catches a glimpse of her turning into the alley next to the bar. Shadowheart pauses for a moment, questioning whether she really wants to do this.

Yeah, she decides. Yeah, I do.

“Hey!” Shadowheart shouts after her, rounding the corner into the alley to see the gith propped up against the wall smoking a cigarette. “Just who the fuck do you think you are?”

The gith turns her head to face Shadowheart, and smiles nastily. “I’m Lae’zel of Crèche K’liir, born of the proud nation of Alprisma.” She drops her cigarette to the ground and stamps it out. “The real question is who you are, faithless.”

“You know nothing of my faith,” Shadowheart hisses, walking forward into the woman’s— Lae’zel’s —space until they’re almost nose-to-nose. Lae’zel’s breath smells of a noxious mix of whiskey and tobacco.

Shadowheart does not want to hear how that sentence ends, so she punches Lae’zel in the face as hard as she can. Lae’zel reels slightly, but otherwise bears the hit well, quickly recovering and responding with one of her own to Shadowheart’s gut.

It turns out Shadowheart was right: Lae’zel can throw a punch. The sensation of it knocks the wind from her lungs in an instant, sending her reeling back a step. It also lights her nerves on fire, makes her body sing with the pain of it.

Lae’zel turns her head, spits a frothy pink mix of saliva and blood onto the stone pavement beneath them. “Is that all you’ve got, istik?”

Shadowheart feels a growl rip through her throat as she rushes toward Lae’zel, shoving her into the wall of the magic shop next door hard enough that she can hear the crack of the other woman’s skull against it. Lae’zel laughs, manic and fierce, as Shadowheart pins her there.

“You do not know who I am,” Shadowheart warns her, voice full of the promise of danger. “You do not know what I’ve got.”

“Then show me, faithless,” Lae’zel spits out, nasty and cruel in a way that buries deep in Shadowheart’s bones. “Or I will show you.” And Lae’zel stomps hard on Shadowheart’s foot, using Shadowheart’s involuntary wince as an opening to reverse their positions. Ruthlessly, she slams Shadowheart backwards into the wall once, twice, three times, until the edges of her vision become fuzzy from pain and adrenaline instead of alcohol.

Shadowheart wants to fight back harder, wants to destroy this woman for her rude and ignorant presumptions into Shadowheart’s business, but she can already feel herself weakening. Under normal circumstances, she thinks they’d probably be pretty evenly matched. But right now, Shadowheart is drunk and tired.

Still, she has to try.

She struggles vainly in Lae’zel’s grasp, but the other woman is too strong, and Shadowheart knows she isn’t going to be able to budge her. It seems like she’ll have to fight dirty, then. Lae’zel’s stance is wider than Shadowheart’s, wide enough to provide an opening, so Shadowheart ratchets her knee up as quickly and brutally as she can into Lae’zel’s groin. Lae’zel grunts, clearly hurt, but her hold on Shadowheart lessens not at all.

In the split second where Shadowheart makes contact, she can feel the pulsing heat radiating off of Lae’zel’s crotch, as though Lae’zel’s blood has all rushed to meet her. All of a sudden, Shadowheart is keenly aware of all the places where their bodies touch. She is so sore, and so sensitive, and every point of contact feels sharp and alive. She can feel the rough brick of the magic shop scraping against the bare skin of her shoulders, can feel Lae’zel’s rough grasp on her arms, can feel the electric anticipation of touch in the space between them. The fourth time Lae’zel rams her mercilessly against the brick, she lets out a little gasp against her will.

It makes Lae’zel stop and stare at her. Shadowheart struggles to meet her gaze, less out of shame and more because of the way the world spins around her. She tries anyway. Lae’zel’s eyes are bright and intent like a neon sign. She looks hungry. No, she looks starving .

“If I ever see you here again,” Lae’zel says, taking a step back and releasing Shadowheart, “I will have to remind you of your place beneath me once more.”

It’s a threat, of course. But Shadowheart can read between the lines well enough to see the invitation there, too.

And Lae’zel walks away, leaving Shadowheart bloody and panting in the alleyway.

Well then, she thinks, a grin slowly growing on her face. I guess I’ll just have to go back.

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