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ROF Pravasa Sector 88A Gurgaon

ROF Pravasa Sector 88A

Loking for luxury low-rise floors in Gurgaon? ROF Pravasa, located in Sector 88A, near Dwarka Expressway, is a premium residential project offering the perfect blend of luxury, connectivity, and lifestyle.

This low-rise project is spread over 11.21 acres, this project by ROF Group is RERA-approved (RERA No. 21 of 2025) and offers beautifully designed 3 BHK in Dwarka Expressway with world-class amenities.

Key Highlights of ROF Pravasa Sector 88A

Location: Sector 88A, Gurgaon – Near Dwarka Expressway

Project Area: 11.21 Acres

Configuration: 3 BHK Luxury Low-Rise Floors

RERA Approved: RERA No. 21 of 2025

Possession: On-time with excellent construction quality

Why Choose ROF Floors 88A Gurgaon?

1. Prime Location Advantage

This residential project is located in one of the most promising sectors of New Gurgaon – Sector 88A.

It offers excellent connectivity to Delhi and other parts of Gurgaon via Dwarka Expressway, NH-48, and SPR Road.

2. Connectivity Highlights:

5 mins from Delhi-Jaipur Highway (NH-48)

A few minutes drive to Manesar Toll Plaza

10 mins from upcomingd Diplomatic Enclave

30 mins to IGI Airport

22 mins to Rajiv Chowk, Medanta The Medicity & New Delhi

Close to Hyatt Regency Hotel, Sadar Bazar & Gurgaon Railway Station

3. World-Class Amenities for an Elevated Lifestyle

This residential project offers a complete living experience with thoughtfully designed amenities for all age groups.

Whether you're a fitness enthusiast, a nature lover, or simply someone who values community spaces – there’s something for everyone.

Key Amenities:

Outdoor Gym & Yoga Garden

Tennis & Badminton Court

Kids’ Pool & Indoor Play Area

Senior Citizen Garden & Amphitheatre

Flower Garden, Water Body, Deck Area

Outdoor Dining Area & Putting Green

Smart Home Automation

Italian Marble Flooring

Clubhouse with Modern Facilities

Investment Potential in Sector 88A Gurgaon

Sector 88A is an emerging residential and commercial hub in Gurgaon.

With continuous infrastructure growth, improved road networks, and proximity to key business zones like IMT Manesar and Dwarka Expressway, this area offers high appreciation potential.

Whether you're planning to move in or invest, ROF Pravasa Sector 88A stands out with its strategic location, premium specifications, and trusted developer reputation.

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ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon To Raise Your Living Experience

Think about waking up to amazing views from a tall apartment. ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon offers that dream. Instead of settling for average living, imagine a place that mixes comfort and style. You are not just buying a home; you are investing in a better lifestyle. Therefore, ROF Floors Gurgaon presents a chance to enjoy high-rise living.

Comfort and Style Of ROF Floors Gurgaon

ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon are not just ordinary apartments. But they are luxurious floors. First, these homes have thoughtful layouts and high-quality finishes. They also provide plenty of space for comfortable living. Residents enjoy a mix of elegance and usability. Furthermore, every detail is carefully considered.

A View from the Top

Living in a tall apartment offers a special viewpoint. For instance, you get wide views of the city. You also experience a sense of calmness and privacy. Additionally, these apartments usually come with great features. So, ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon provides a special living experience.

Why Choose ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon?

Several reasons make these luxury floors a good choice. Primarily, they are in a well-thought-out area that is growing fast. Secondly, they provide easy access to modern services and features. Thirdly, they promise a comfortable and convenient lifestyle. This means residents live very well.

Features That Define Luxury Living

ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon includes many services designed for modern living. Mainly, residents have access to well-equipped gyms. At the same time, beautiful gardens provide a peaceful space. In addition, dedicated parking spots ensure ease. Therefore, daily life becomes more enjoyable and less stressful.

The Location Advantage

Sector 88A Gurgaon is a prime spot for living. First, it offers easy access to major roads and highways. Then, it provides easy entry to business and entertainment areas. Thus, residents enjoy a balanced lifestyle. Furthermore, the area is growing quickly, promising future development.

Building a Neighborhood

ROF Floors is more than just a collection of apartments; it's a community. Primarily, it encourages a sense of belonging among residents. Secondly, it offers chances for social involvement. Thirdly, it guarantees a safe environment. As a result, residents feel at home and connected.

Smart Investment

Investing in ROF Floors Gurgaon is a wise choice. Specifically, it offers the possibility of good profits. Also, it provides a comfortable and luxurious living experience. Ultimately, it secures value in a growing city. Therefore, ROF Floors Sector 88A Gurgaon stands for a smart investment for the future.

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Rof Pravasa Sector 88 Gurgaon offers a vibrant community atmosphere for homeowners seeking quality living. This project emphasizes sustainability, with ample greenery and eco-friendly features. Its location ensures easy access to public transportation and daily conveniences, making it an attractive option for long-term investment.

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ROF PRAVASA in Sector 88A, Gurgaon offers premium plots and low-rise floors, combining modern living with affordability. Located near Dwarka Expressway, it provides excellent connectivity, top-notch amenities, and a sustainable living environment. Ideal for homebuyers and investors looking for a prime location in Gurgaon.

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ROF Pravasa Sector 88a Gurugram is a residential development that offers plots & low-rise floors with stylish conveniences and a comfortable lifestyle In Gurgaon.

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ROF Affordable Sector 36 Sohna – South Of Gurgaon

ROF Affordable Sector 36 Sohna – South Of Gurgaon. ROF Developers Is Coming Up With New Upcoming Project Under Haryana Govt Affordable Housing Scheme. It Offers 2 BHK And 3 BHk Flats Near Delhi Mumbai Corridor.  Project License Details- Project Total Area – 11.13 (Acre) Developer Name : ROF INFRATECH AND HOUSING PVT. LTD. Project Name – Coming Soon License No. 23 OF 2024 Dated Year 2024 Total…

[shadowlflightt]

FCK. OKAY. Last reblog, got me so bad. Oh no. okay.

Eggman has stuck sonic in a box before and he can do it again. But this time, with a goal other than simply keeping him out of his hair. One incentivized by a distinct lack of running wheel and other means of stimulation. the stimulation in question, being none other than Shadow th hedgehog, who finds himself stuck with sonic inside one very romantically furnished room.

The two glare into the camera after eggman finishes cackling his pre-meditated victory laughs and proudly guffawing over getting the two of them locked up together in here and the first place and, okay yeah that was pretty stupid of them.

Both hedgehogs look into the Camera from where Eggman watches them. Eyeing the fluffy, pink and purple bedding and romantically furnished room, more fit for a princess than a couple of prisoners, with confusion.

"Hey, what kind of a cage is this, Egghead?" Sonic asks, jabbing a thumb as the room.

Sonic and Shadow bicker with eggman for a bit, taunting him for his cliche choices in furnishings and colors. The heart shaped pillows with yes and no on them, the rose petals on the floor, silk sheets, and scented candles really arent subtle. But while Sonic and Shadow are going through every nook and cranny of their holding cell for weaknesses or holes, thy make the mistake of opening the closet across from the bed to find it filled to the brim with sex toys, whips, blindfolds, floggers, harnesses and restraints.

Sonic shuts it as quickly as he can, but theyre both awkward and red faced for a while afterwords.

Three hours of fruitless searching later, they lie on the carpet and stare up at the ceiling together.

“Well, looks like we might be in here for a while.” Sonic says with a yawn. “At least

"Well at least eggmans too stupid to realize we're both boys. Even if we did try and boink, its not like eithe rof us is getting pregnant anytime soon"

". . .Right." Shadow says, warily after some time.

"Shadow.." Sonic says, sitting up and staring at him suspiciously.

“. . .” Shadow says nothing, just turns over onto his side and lets his gaze slide farther down the wall.

When shadow doesn't answer, chewing his lip where sonic cant see, Sonic goes. "Oh god. Have you secretly been a girl all this time?!"

And that, of course, is just enough stupidity to enrage shadow into rolling back up into a sit to bark a harsh and quick "Of course not!" at him.

"Well then why are you getting so cagey about it?!"

"Because I’m still capable of creating offspring with you! With anyone, for that matter." shadow snapped, his face flushing a bit at his outburst.

And sonics eyes go wide.

Shadow tsks and turns away, cheeks coloring further.

Maybe eggman knew more about them than Sonic gave him credit for.

"If you start treating me like some meek fragile woman after this, I'll kill you."

"Wait wait wait hold up. Rewind. You… can reproduce with me, even though youre still a boy?"

Shadow rolled his eyes as hard as he possibly could. "You are such an ignorant fool, I could blast miles of chaos energy to choke you to death."

"Hey, just because I didn't know that you were secretly harbouring some cool chaos control baby making abilities doesnt mean I'm dumb. How was I supposed to know that was even possible?!"

"For fucks sake-- Must I spell everything out for you?"

"Yes. Thats literally what ive been asking you to do this whole time."

"There are several species on of your own homeland that posses both more than one, or soemtimes both means of sexual reproduction. I'm no rarity. "

"Huh. I never knew. Wait you can do What Now?!"

Shadow sighed, long and suffering. Pulling his knees to his chest. "This wasnt exactly information I was planning on telling anyone."

And it was understandbale. Even sonic didnt need to be told why shadow the hedgehog, of all people, wasnt exactly loud and proud with this.

"Look man. Under normal circumstances, there is no way I'd ever, EVER, not in a million years, be interrogating anybody on their baby making skills. But if we can't find a way outta here in time, and eggman decides to do something we dont exactly see coming, well. I'm gonna need to know what the risks are here."

Shadow gave him a long, pondering look. Sitting in silence for a long moment.

"As you know, professor Gerald robotnik designed me to be a weapon. The Ultimate lifeform, to be used by G.U.N. as they saw fit. Eventually G.U.N. themselves deemed my existence too great of a risk, and sought to contain me for fear I would not be sufficiently under their control. That I would be too powerful. Too much of a risk."

Sonic gave single nod, showing he was following. Resisting the urge to scoot a little closer to Shadow.

"One of the deciding factors in their decision was Gerald Robotniks choice of implemented sex organs." Shadow gave a weary sigh, completely breaking his gaze off from Sonics.

"Apparantly GUN did not like the idea of me having the ability to reproduce at all. Deeming the possibility of creating more than one immortal, all powerful entity too great a risk. But gerald was adamant, that if he made life, he would make sure to give that life as much freedom and opportnity as anyone else."

And, agsinst his own expectations, Sonic heard rage come through his voice before he realized it was happening. "Youre telling me, they killed your family and imprisoned you for 50 years… because Gerald wanted to give you the choice to make a family?!"

And Shadows gaze dirfts back to him in something soft and surprised. but he stays collected, and says. "Yes."

And sonic stands up and grits his teeth and lets out an honest to god growl and has to go on a fucking rant or do something or punch eggmans stupid heart shaped yes or no pillows to let out the rage

"Thats-- Thats! Thats fucking sick! what the fuck!!"

and shadow isnt used to angry being angry for him before, the sight strangely comforting.

"Im sorry but man that is so. Fcked up!! Gerald was right, you DO deserve to be able to have that chance and live your life the way anyone else might want to, Fuck that shit! AUGH!!! i CANT BELIEVE!!!"

And shadow has to let him get it out but once sonics done, shadow goes "Thank you." All glad and respectful and there isnt any windows but sonic feels like the sun is shining into his eyes too much and has to look away. "Ah, uh. yeah man. Of course!" Hands on his hips.

"So, what exactly did gerald.. give you?" Sonic says.

"A lot. I am capable of several methods of reproduction, both sexual and nonsexual." Shadow starts. "The asexual reproduction methods are taken from the black arms heritage I posses. But the sexual ones, are directly taken from both Mobians genders."

"Which means…"

"I have the ability to both fertilize eggs, as well as carry a baby to term."

Sonics eyes blew wide, again.

"You can get pregnant?!"

"It's not exactly something I've tried to do before, but yes."

"Oh man." sonic groaned. "So he wants me… to…"

"Yes." Shadow looked to the ground, crossing his arms.

Sonic hid his face. "guess we'll have to think of some ways to keep each other apart, in the case that Eggman tries something weird."

"mm."

After a long pause.

"So uh. Do you mind if i ask… uh,"

"Just spit it out already."

"okay okay. I just. How do you… If Eggman did, somehow, make us wanna… yknow. How exactly would he-- Would i…"

"I possess both sets of genitals, as well as a womb."

"Woah."

idk idk. takes this and immediately makes new fic out of it. resists the urge to not update current fics in favor of this.

Eventually eggman WOULD release some dumb horny pheromoan into the air that'd make one or both of them desperate and deranged enough to do it, but there'd be such a good feefees build up to that to get there.

And then even more when they snap out of that and shadow is, of course, freshly pregnant. and both of them are just kind of ashamed and mortified esp since they dont really feel as bad about it as they shouldve.

Shadow more or less imeddiately quells sonics guilt by telling him he enjoyed it, even if he isnt exactly looking forward to this pregnancy which. Is incredibly brave and sweet of him to do, going as far as to hint or outright subtly incline that hes got feelings for sonic already-- Just to comfort him.

and it probably helps sonic not feel like a fucking monster and it works and the least he can do is actually confront shadows feelings on it. Telling him hes gonna get them outta there and whatever happens, he'll spport shadow no matter what.

And god then theyd probably end up inevitably falling in love.

Shadow eventually gets a test that turns out positive, because of course it does,

And as the two of them go stir crazy and fall in love in that stupid little room together, they probably end up having sex again. If not because its nice then because theyr eboth pent up and its not like shadows gonna get more pregnant than he is already-- And its just a mtter of time from there before Sonic tips into his own stupid confession. Scared as always of romance more than anything else.

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Douxie's quote of the day once again because Jim is a legend 😂

@bluheaven-adw @imademigodwithalightningbolt once again I tag you because we both know that Jim's gonna cry once you guys reblog.

"Can there be a new expression where I go ROFS where it's rolling on the floor sobbing?!"

-Jim Lake Jr, man of the moment.

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Y’all remember when I asked you to choose which way I wanted to take the language barrier story (either a continuation or a prequel)?

Continuing with Ritchie and Mason seemed to be the one people were most interested in, so without further ado…

Part 3 of Takeover Scenario Future!

(part two here) (@goblinunderabridge, @entomolog-t, @microfoxprime, tagging y’all because you were the ones who wanted this to win!)

The first night with Mason was wild.  Once I was certain everyone else had gone to bed — even my sister, who kept checking up on me every twenty minutes — I made us a fort beneath my blankets.  He stared in awe at the covers high above him, grinning at me as if it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.  It was kinda like a sleepover, only he’d be here every night.  I reminded myself to get an actual bed for him later.  Tonight he seemed perfectly content to stay right here with me.  “Wow! S’ti ekil a elohw sucric tnet rednu ereh!  Knaht uoy, niaga, rof lla fo siht.  I yltsenoh t’ndid kniht stnaig derac hguone tuoba su ot evig em gnihtemos yletomer ekil siht.  M’I dalg uoy dnuof em yadretsey.  Neve fi uoy did kaerb ym gel.”

“You’re welcome.. I think?”  I hadn’t understood much of it, but Julie had stuck it to me to learn ‘please’, ‘thank you’, and ‘you’re welcome’ in the survivors’ language.  I asked about learning ‘yes’ and ‘no’, which seemed important, but she shrugged and said that wasn’t really necessary considering nodding or shaking your head could easily replace those words in the basics of communication.  She added that thumbs up or thumbs down could also mean ‘good’ or ‘bad’.  We’d just started learning ‘sorry’ when I was called off to get to bed.

We stayed up a good portion of the night playing Super Smash Bros on my Switch.  Mason refused to sleep until he’d mastered the little controller.  Thankfully the single joycon they give you on the switch was just big enough to be a bit larger than keyboard size to him.  He was decent — clearly he’d played games like this back in his world.  The only thing stopping him from beating me was the fact that he had to use both hands to move the joystick.  I still let him win a few times.  He called me out on it for most of them, though.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was shaken awake by Mason.  He gestured around to the bed then to himself and I eventually realized he was asking for his own place to sleep.  Nodding tiredly, I helped him down off the bed to the floor.  He only needed a single pillow as a mattress and a small blanket as a whole comforter.  I’d just put away all my gaming stuff and slid into bed when he spoke.  “Ritchie?”  It was strange hearing him speak my name.  So much of what he said I didn’t understand.  

“Yeah?”  “Tha.. Thank…  Knaht uoy.”  Well, at least he was trying.  I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, either.  Maybe everything.  “Re- Re’uoy emoclew.”  Damn those contractions are hard to pronounce.  I peered over the edge of the bed at him.  He was sitting up on the pillow, grinning at me from below.  “Goodnight!” I called quietly, settling back into my bed.  “Thgindoog!”

Groggily sliding out of the covers the following morning, I nearly gave myself a heart attack.  I’d missed stepping on Mason by a mere few inches.  Thankfully, he was still asleep and hadn’t noticed.  Just as I returned from the bathroom, my mom hurriedly opened the door to my room.  I yelped, quickly coming up to the entrance to block her view of the little bed on the floor, and the small person sleeping soundly in it.  “H-Hey, Mom!  Why are you up so early?”  “What do you mean?” she asked me, “I have to drive you to school in twenty minutes!  I came to see if you were ready for breakfast.”  Her confusion turned to stern exasperation.  “Ritchie, don’t tell me you forgot.  You have six weeks of summer school, young man!  You better get up and get ready!”  “Alright, ok!  I’m up!  I’m getting ready!”  She sighed and closed my bedroom door.

Up until then, I’d forgotten about summer school.  Probably because it sucks.  At least it’s shorter than normal school.  I hurriedly readied myself in my room, stuffing things haphazardly into my backpack.  As I sat on the edge of my bed to yank on my socks, Mason stumbled blearily into the space, still half asleep.  “Tahw…  S’tahw gniog no?  Yhw era uoy pu os ylrae, edud?”

He grumbled something at me, then yawned.  “I have to go to stupid summer school,” I told him with a groan.  Mason stepped back slightly, giving me a slightly hurt look as if I’d grumbled at him.  I held up a hand, “No, no I’m not angry at you!  I’m angry at school, see?”  I picked up my backpack and placed it in front of me, zipping up the pocket I’d been stuffing things into.

Immediately upon seeing my backpack, Mason’s eyes dulled.  A knowing, almost disgusted look spread onto his face.  “Yeah,” I sighed unhappily, “school.”  Mason waved a hand at me dismissively and turned to go back to sleep, but froze in his tracks before he could reach the pillow.  Whirling back around, he ran across the room to me, excitedly talking nonstop.  “Woah!  Slow down!  I only know like.. five words in your language!  And you’re talking so fast I wouldn’t understand a single one!”

He stopped next to my backpack and yanked the zipper back open, pointing to himself then to the open bag.  “You’re kidding…  Why would you willingly go to school?”  Just like I’d been taught a few things by Julie, Elenor had also taught Mason several words in English.  ‘Why’ was one of them.  Mason stammered a moment.  “I tsuj.. tnaw ot og htiw uoy.  Ees erom tnaig secalp, I sseug.”  He stammered awkwardly, glancing away from me.  Whatever he just said, I understood ‘you’ and ‘giant’, and the fact that he was suddenly at a loss for words.  I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I didn’t see why he couldn’t come.  It would probably make classes a bit less boring, even if Mason couldn’t exactly get out of my bag without being seen.  “Alright,” I nodded, “Let me just rearrange a few things in-”

“Ritchard?  Are you ready up there?”  I flinched, blood running cold.  “You have ten minutes to be in the car.”  Quickly grabbing Mason, I hastily slid him into my backpack — tucked between my binder and the side of the bag where the zipper was.  He gave me a wide-eyed look as I went to zip it up.  “I’m so sorry, man.  I just- my mom’s gonna kill me if I’m not ready.  Just.. try to make yourself comfortable in there, ok?”  Sliding a more gentle hand in, I settled him more comfortably so nothing was in danger of hurting him and especially his leg.  “Ok, gotta go.  I’ll see you at school, buddy.”

Zipping up my bag, I cautiously slung it over my shoulder and made my way downstairs.  Placing it on a chair at the table, I quickly snatched up some breakfast as my mom warned me again about being late.  While I finished eating, I felt a tug on my sleeve and glanced down.  A little arm had slid out of my bag, trying to get my attention.  It slid back inside once I noticed it, and Mason’s face peered through the gap where his arm had been.  He pointed to the table and mimed biting something.  “Oh yeah!” I whispered, “I can get you breakfast, one sec.”

While my mom went to put on shoes, I grabbed a bagel off the counter and slipped it into my bag beside him.  “All good?”  Mason gave me a thumbs up and I zipped everything up again.  Nothing too extraordinary happened on the way to school, but I made sure to treat my backpack with a bit more caution than I usually would.  With it on my lap, I could feel Mason shifting around inside, still trying to get comfortable.  Guiltily I remembered how hastily I put my things inside it.  Whenever I get to my locker I’ll have to rearrange it for him.

However, I didn’t realize that during summer school, you don’t get a locker.  You just bring your bag right to class — in front of about a dozen people.  I had no choice but to leave him there.  Class went by agonizingly slowly knowing there was someone else hidden right beside me in my backpack.  When lunch came and I headed to the cafeteria, I pretended I’d forgotten something and went back — secretly hoping to check up on the survivor.  But of course teachers just have to eat in their room.  Defeated, I trudged back down the hall to get lunch.  At least I could bring Mason something to eat whenever I returned.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea bringing him with me.  His presence was only making me more anxious.  Thankfully, I managed to wrap up some of the school’s meatloaf — which was really just random meats stuffed suspiciously together — and returned to class.  It would probably leave a huge mess in my bag, but at least my secret friend would have something to eat.

Actually, he might not even have that.  Mason was gone.  The zipper to my bag was open wide when I arrived.  I cursed under my breath, carefully rummaging through everything in my backpack.  The only sign of him was a partially-eaten bagel and the little empty place he’d constructed for himself.  Desperately, I wanted to call out to him, but I could only sit quietly at my desk, glancing accusedly at the people around me.  Did someone steal him?  Who would’ve gone through my stuff to find him?!

I dreaded it the whole time, but as the end of the school day arrived and the bell rang, I sat at my seat and attentively watched everyone’s bags and hoodies to see if anything could hint at a survivor stashed away inside.  Once I became the last in the classroom, I began peering around the floor.  “Ritchie, is there something you need help with?”  I jumped as the teacher eyed me confusedly from across the room.  “I- I think I lost something,” I said numbly, “but I can’t find it.”  She let me stay for a bit longer, but eventually even she had to leave, and I was left standing alone in the school.

By then my bus had long left.  I was stranded, but not so much as Mason might be, so I kept searching.  “Mason!” I whisper-yelled through the empty halls, “Where are you?!”  My phone started ringing, making me jump as I slunk around.  I glanced at the caller ID and paled.  It was my sister.  My mother was still at work, but my sister was at home, waiting to see whether I’d come back from school.  “Shit!  I can’t let her know about Mason!  She won’t let him stay with me if she finds out I lost him on the first day!”  

Up ahead, I heard the sounds of a custodian in the next hall and quieted my voice.  I peeked out from the corner, planning to make a quick dash past the hallway’s opening while he wasn’t looking.  He seemed distracted enough, so I angled myself to make a run for it, but froze as a shout echoed down the hall, followed by a loud slam.  A survivor scrambled to their feet and ran for the end of the hallway, followed by the custodian with an empty bucket.  I watched in horror as Mason was roughly scooped up into it.  

With a huff, they walked around to the end of the hallway, and tossed the bucket’s contents outside.  Oh thank god, he’s just letting him out.  I raced away down a different hallway and out the side door.  My side ached by the time I got to the door where Mason had been tossed out of.  He was there!  He was.. helping someone up?  I stopped in my tracks.  Mason helped another survivor to their feet.  This new survivor was the first to spot me watching them, and upon realizing I was there, he started screaming — dashing away into a nearby bush and tugging Mason along.

“Wait!  Mason!” I yelped, rushing forward.  The survivor skidded to a halt, letting the other continue hiding.  “Ritchie!”  I fell to my knees at the sound of the relief in his voice.  He ran up to me, scrambling up my bent legs like a ramp before hugging my chest tightly.  In that way, I could feel both of our heartbeats pounding in our chests.  We sat together like that for a while before my phone rang again, startling us both.  Mason stood practically glued to my side as I hesitantly picked up the call.  

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, RITCHIE?!  I KNOW YOU TOOK MASON BECAUSE HE’S DEFINITELY NOT HERE!”  Oh.  “YOU BETTER NOT HAVE GOTTEN HIM KILLED!”  “N-No!  He’s fine!  He’s right here!  He wanted to come to school with me!”  “He wanted to, or you wanted him to?” she asked.  “He wanted to!  You can ask him yourself!”  “Mhm,” she grumbled disbelievingly.

“Anyway, can you come pick me up?  I’m still at school; I missed the bus.”  A groan rumbled out of the speaker.  “Alright, I’m coming.”  The call ended.  I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back down at my survivor friend.  “What happened?” I asked Mason, opening my bag and pointing to the empty spot where he’d sat earlier.  “Where did you go?”  “I was taht yug!” he told me, pointing to the bush where the other survivor was hidden. “Eh saw gnilaets sgniht morf eht moorssalc eht tnemom eht rehcaet deppets yawa, os I-”

Mason stopped, recognizing the growing confusion in my eyes.  I didn’t understand him.  If only I could just, like, watch a video or something and understand his language.  He sighed, also clearly wanting me to understand him as well.  Never in my life have I wanted to actually learn something language-related until now.  It’s.. kinda the reason I’m in summer school in the first place.

Stepping a little ways in front of me, the survivor motioned for me to follow him.  We made our way back to the bushes in the exact opposite way as the day I found him — with him in the lead and me cautiously following.  When I neared the bush, the other survivor whimpered something to Mason.  I could see him cowering deeper and further away from me.  Mason briefly began to speak, then his eyes lit up with an idea.  He raced over to the dirt, broke a small stick off the bush, and began to draw.  

When he was finished, I slowly peered down at it.  The drawing showed a sad little stick figure behind the bars of a cage, then Mason pointed at the other survivor.  “Ohhh,” I realized, him nodding along with me.  “Eh saw dnuof yb a tnaig dik,” he explained, drawing a larger stick figure with a mean face standing beside it.  “Adnik ekil woh uoy dnuof em, tub eht tnaig ohw dnuof mih saw.. a tol esrow.”

I watched as he gently coaxed the other survivor to come out.  He stepped up to the very edge of the bush, but stayed beneath it.  The little guy looked awful — much more like the wild survivors I’d seen before I met Mason.  His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with purpled bags beneath them, and everywhere on him were the telltale signs of either bruises or starvation.  He looked older than us, but I couldn't tell if he was actually older, or if his awful tortured state made him look that way.  It was probably both.

“Wh- Who would do this?” I asked quietly.  Mason rubbed away parts drawing to show the survivor escaping a backpack.  He’d been living in the school since his escape.  But today was the first day of summer school.  He would’ve had to have just escaped today!

Shocked, I looked to Mason as he stopped drawing.  His expression darkened for a moment, then he turned and looked up at me — not with an accusing ‘you might’ve done this to me, too’, but a thankful ‘you might’ve done this to me, too’, only I hadn’t.  I’d hurt him by frightening him, but I’d never intended to do anything that would make him look like this new survivor.

With a shaking hand he reached for me, leaning more heavily on his good leg.  I gently took his hand and sat him in my other palm.  The new survivor physically flinched at our interaction, as if I were touching him instead.  I brought Mason to my face and scrutinized him for a moment.  “Are you.. thgirla?” I asked, remembering only one of the words I meant to ask him.  He pressed a bit closer to my hand, but nodded.  If I was so horrified by seeing the poor state of the new survivor that I’d previously grown used to seeing, I could only imagine how Mason must’ve felt finding him — how he must’ve felt when the survivor told him that a ‘giant’ my age in my school had done that to him.

He squeezed my finger as if to say he knew I wouldn’t have done that sort of awful thing, then turned to the other survivor.  “Ees?  S’eh a yldneirf eno, I raews!  Eh nac teg su tuo fo ereh ot erehwemos efas!”  “Dna woh gnol evah uoy nwonk mih?”  He seemed to have said something either really smart or really scary because his reply quieted Mason for a moment.  

“I- I t’nevah nwonk mih gnol, tub I wonk s’eh doog!  Sih retsis-”  “Won s’ereht a retsis?”  “Ehs swonk ruo egaugnal!  S’ehs neeb sdneirf htiw a namuh rof sraey!  I t’ndid tsurt siht tnaig ta tsrif rehtie, tub ehs detalsnart rof em; eh sdnatsrednu.. emos sgniht tuoba su.  Eht tnatropmi sgniht!  Dna s’eh gnoig ot nrael erom!”

The two survivors almost sounded like they were arguing, but I think Mason was just trying to explain to the other guy that I wasn’t going to hurt him.  Damn, why did ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ have be part of today’s useful phrases to learn instead of yesterday’s?  After a back and forth that went on for several minutes.  Mason said something decisive.  Moments later, the new survivor begrudgingly slid out from beneath the bush.  

After some half-arguing, he approached me with his head down as if he were being marched to his doom.  I slowly lowered my other hand for him to climb onto.  Tucking Mason against my chest — which he didn’t seem to mind — I was able to keep a steady both hands on him to ensure he would have as comfortable a ride as possible.  Still, the survivor struggled slightly in my grasp — repositioning himself every few seconds while frightfully glancing back at me.

I made it to the pickup line where Julie’s car was already sitting.  A jolt of guilty fear zipped through my chest, but I braced myself for her yelling and headed over.  Sacrificing my hand that held the new survivor’s back, I opened the car door.  Julie was on the verge of yelling at me, but then she realized the survivor in my hands wasn’t Mason.  Then she realized I was carrying two survivors.

“Where did you-?”  “Mason found him in school.  He said that this guy was caged up by another kid.”  Julie gave the new survivor a pitying look — anger rapidly fading from her expression.  “By the state of him, I wouldn’t doubt it.  Come on, get in.”  I deposited both survivors onto the dashboard so I could get my backpack off and my seatbelt on before reaching out and picking them up again.  The new survivor struggled in my grip, but Mason slid down to happily sit on my lap.  He called up to the guy in my hands and his struggles slowly lessened.

“S’tahw ruoy eman?” Julie asked the survivor in his own language.  He turned to her, wide-eyed.  “T- Tahw?” he asked.  She repeated what she said, nodding to him.  “Ym eman.. si Sirhc.”  “Sirhc,” she repeated, “Ll’uoy eb efas htiw su, I esimorp.  Revetahw deneppah ot uoy erofeb, s’ti revo won.”  The survivor stilled in my hand, and stayed fairly quiet for the whole ride back, except for occasional questions he’d ask Mason or Julie.  Again I had that sense of not belonging.  Everyone in the car had either asked or answered questions throughout the drive, while I sat in silence — only able to guess at what was said.

Back at home, Julie took the new survivor off to the kitchen to get him something healthy to eat and drink.  On my way to my room with Mason, she asked me to tell Elenor what was going on.  I poked my head into the seemingly empty room across the hall from mine.  “Elenor?”  The survivor appeared from behind my sister’s bed.  “What is it?” she snapped.  “Julie wanted me to tell you that we found another survivor.  He was in my school escaping from a kid that had caught him.”  She sighed, said something under her breath in her own language, then nodded and waved a hand dismissively at me.

In my own room, I finally put Mason back down.  He stepped out of my hand to the surface of my desk.  I gave him a long look, then sat down tiredly, head resting on my crossed arms.  “I want to know what everyone’s saying,” I told him quietly, “But I barely know any words in your language, and I’m even worse at pronouncing them.”  Mason came and sat down directly in front of my arms, scrutinizing me with concern.  “English,” I tried, pointing to myself, “you?”  I pointed to Mason.  “Hsilgne,” he replied.  “Hs.. ill.. gn-e?” I repeated questioningly.  We spent a while repeating the word for his language back and forth, then Mason eagerly grabbed a pencil and tugged a piece of paper closer.  In his hands, both items looked massive.

He tried to write something, but kept fumbling with the pencil.  “Hold on,” I said, opening a drawer and digging through it.  “I put a pencil through a sharpener for a bit too long…  Aha!”  I pulled out a very used wooden pencil — the tip ground down all the way to the edge of the eraser.  It still looked thick around in Mason’s hands, but it was small enough that he could use it much easier.  Mason wrote down a word in his language, then pointed to the last letter.  Looking up at me, he nodded towards the larger pencil.  “You want me to write?” I asked, picking it up.  He nodded, made room next to his word on the paper, and pointed to its last letter again.

Confused, but intrigued, I wrote the letter he pointed to: ‘h’.  He went down the strange word, pointing to each letter from the end of the word to the beginning.  ‘h’, ‘e’, ‘l’, ‘l’, ‘o’.  Wait.. what?  I looked at the word I wrote then at the one he wrote in his language.  “Hello?” I tried.  “Olleh!” Mason replied happily, pointing to the papers.  “Wow!  Ronele t’nsaw gniyl; ti yllaer si sdrawkcab,” he mused to himself.

Excitedly, I wrote a word in my language, then pointed to the last letter.  Mason immediately got to work copying it down.  Soon we began learning how to properly talk to one another without having to mime everything.  Through the paper, he told me what had happened without me at school while I occasionally repeated larger or important words I wanted to commit to memory.  I learned that Mason had heard the new survivor — his name was Chris — trying to gather some supplies from the room to try to hole up in the school for a while.  He’d escaped whatever awful kid had taken him by breaking out of the plastic lunchbox they’d kept him in — continuing to kick the latch until the cheap plastic snapped open.  

When Mason climbed out of my bag and made his way over to him, Chris had thought he was also escaping.  However, after learning that he’d befriended a ‘giant’, Chris had begged Mason so vehemently to run away, and tried to convince him that he wasn’t safe, that the teacher in the room nearly found them and they both had to run and hide outside the classroom.  From there, Mason had to chase down the other survivor to try to convince him to come with me.  

Of course, they both ended up getting lost.  After the last bell had rung, Mason feared that I’d left him behind.  He’d begun to have second thoughts about chasing Chris when the custodian found them both and kicked them out.  I knew the rest of the story from there.  “Era uoy thgirla?” I asked him after he’d finished relaying what happened.  I’d asked him that before, but I wanted to flaunt my knowledge of his language a bit.  Mason nodded happily, flopping down on my crossed forearms.  

“Haey, m’I tsuj dalg I tog tuo fo ereht dna kcab ot uoy wohemos.  I saw gnitrats ot daerd taht d’I eb gnivil ni eht sehsub niaga…” Despite my efforts to learn, I still couldn’t quite decipher full verbal sentences yet.  Instead, I tried to cheer him up by laying my head back down over my arms, jokingly resting it on top of him.  He laughed loudly, shoving at my chin.  “Yeh!  Pleh! M’I gnieb dehsums!” he yelped.  

The rest of the day passed more easily.  I grudgingly did homework, then went to check up on the other survivor before I got ready for bed.  He’d decided to stay with Julie, which.. fair.  She can actually understand and speak their language.  Apparently, he had a colony of people that he’d been taken from that he wanted to get back to.  Julie had promised him she’d take him early the next day after a safe night’s rest, and ONLY if he agreed to take armfuls of supplies with him to his camp.

Laying down roughly in bed, I snickered as I watched Mason get launched a good five inches into the air.  I didn’t realize it would do that to him until a split second before I hit the mattress.  He shook himself off eagerly and pointed at my Switch laying beside my bed.  I shook my head “Worromot.  I ev- ah ot peels.”  Mason gave me a slightly disappointed look, but nodded, understanding I’d have to get up early again tomorrow.  By the time I was finished getting ready for the following day, Mason was tucked away in his tiny bed, fast asleep.

[augustpoem]

rof (rolling on the floor (not laughing just rolling))

[properties-gurgaon]

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[lesbianboyfriend]

rofs….rolling on the floor starving…..

[romana-after-dark]

But what if Lorenzo was in ROF? Hmm? What if he was Santi's second cousin? What if I got to kiss him?

(I'm so sorry)

What if???

NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON

(This is mostly a crack fic, both The Wrong Way where Lorenzo comes from and Room's on Fire are post-apocalyptic, and ROF is not TLOU universe, there's no indication that ROF had zombies. And lets say Lorenzo and Zach aren't committed at this point. Don't think too hard on it all.)

Lorenzo was visiting his second cousin, Santiago. He heard he had a wife now and also husbands??? His side of the family was always a bit strange.

So his cousin was a cult leader! Lorenzo worked for a raider who had kidnapped a 20 year old

Well, this girl was 22 but she at least seemed to be there willingly.

"And then she'll have a child and he'll bring peace on earth." Santi explained over dinner, his wife sitting next to him. She was pretty, but Lorenzo didn't quite grasp why Santiago would want her when he had a slew of stunning men around him. At his right was his right handman, Francisco who he seemed more handsy than with his wife.

"Uh huh, right, that's crazy, man." Lorenzo wasn't really listening, he was too busy eyeing their guardsman. Jonah, he heard Will say. Older, crazy cheekbones, greying brown hair, and a cocky sway to his hips Lorenzo liked. He wondered if Jonah was gay. He'd find out.

Madonna was nodding along, looking up at her husband as he spoke and smiling. At the very least she seemed excited.

After a while, Madonna retired to her painting room to 'Allow the men some time alone', and Lorenzo and the guys went to the parlor for drinks. Francisco asked if Lorenzo smoked and when Lorenzo said yes, he gave him a blunt. The night was fun, minus Ben, Will and Santi bragging about their sexual escapades with Madonna. Lorenzo was more interested in whatever the hell was happening between the four men. Natural chemistry was radiating off Francisco and Ben, and Santi was clearly also eyeing Will, but nothing really compared to how much the focus was on Madonna. Funny, the world could end but straight relationships were still prioritized.

Leaving to go to the bathroom, Lorenzo ran into Madonna crying a tray of snacks.

When the tray fell, cheese and crackers scattering on the floor, the disappointment in her face reminded him of the young girl at his home.

"Hey" He spoke, helping her clean up. "Don't worry about it."

Unlike the girl, she didn't cry, she just seemed frustrated.

"This always happens." She mutters.

"What does?"

Madonna sighs. "I can't seem to get this right" She shakes her head.

Lorenzo was still confused. "What's this?"

She stops, knelt down at the floor with her pretty dress across her legs. "Being a wife. It hasn't really... come easily."

The girl and Madonna had similarities. Their youth, passivity, femininity, but there are differences. These things come easy to the girl, as soon as she had freedom she took care of Joel and Tommy, and even Lorenzo and Jack. "Sweetheart, you're doing great. I ran into you. Here, let's just..." He put the cheese, meat and crackers on the tray, reorganizing them with the garnish. "Bring this to them, I won't say a thing."

She looked at him hesitantly. "But, they were on the floor..."

"It's mostly the crackers on the floor, it'll be fine. Where I live, I've had to each much worse to survive. I promise they'll be okay."

Madonna looked at him, nervous but she acquiesced. "Okay... yeah, okay..."

She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Lorenzo helped her up, straightened her dress and hair and let her go happily, excited to care for her husbands. As she walked away, a skip back in her step, Lorenzo wondered where she fit into this world. It seemed like she was almost a pawn. The four men had decades of life before her, and goddamn how many of them were sucking dick? She was only 22, how could she possibly navigate this world and complexities?

Lorenzo shook it all off. He had one young girl he had to keep alive already, he just hoped Madonna had enough people around her.

Speaking of which...

Lorenzo noticed how Jonah hovered over her, how she looked to him for reassurance. He seemed fatherly to her.

Lorenzo went to the bathroom and then went to find Jonah. He wondered, in a household of much more open sexuality, where Jonah laid on that spectrum...

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Anyway IDK I just liked this

Jonah isn't necessarily gay or bi in canon, but I thought Fen would enjoy the idea of them fucking

I LOVE YOU FEN!!!!!

[moonlightjo]

How your words after a bad day feel like to me and my heart :

Fuck. I love you so much. I'm whipped bro. You don't understand. I've never felt more safe with anyone *sobs on the floor - ROF L S*

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Yes I know, I feel it 🫂🩷. I love you 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂💋💋💋💋💋💋💋. Same here love 🥹.

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