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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 12 days ago

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What Makes a Monster

Pairing: Gabriel Van Helsing x Van Helsing!Reader

Warnings: forbidden love, dubious morality, sibling incest, doubt, love

Words: 2346

Summary: You didn't like the way the cardinals would look at you when you would come back to the Vatican after months of hunting down monsters. It's like they knew something. A sinful secret.

a/n: finding old gems 🤩 completely forgot I wrote this haha

You whistled out a soft tune; luring them to you. They must’ve thought that they were the hunters. Wrong. Dead wrong. (y/n) Van Helsing was not prey. You were a hunter. The predator. Your older brother taught you better than to be a meek sheep. Just like him, you hunted creatures that went bump in the night. Creatures that the Vatican deemed were risen from the bowels of hell. Only you and your brother had been brave enough to go after these hellish monsters. You couldn’t remember your life before you hunted monsters; neither could your brother Gabriel. All you have ever had were each other.

The scratching of talons along the ground alert you to what you had been tracking.

Allowing a swift breath to seep past your lips and into your lungs, you cock your gun ever so slowly and pivot on your heel.

Rome’s bright sun blared down on your back making small beads of sweat rise up on your skin. You push your hood off and wipe at your forehead. Boots thudding against the ancient stone steps of St. Peter’s Basilica; a place that you had learned to call your home. At least it was the closest thing to a home you would ever have. The Knights of the Holy Order provided you and your brother a place to sleep and food to eat. That is when you were there and not traveling the world, killing monsters and exorcising ghosts and demons. You admit that you did feel a sense of relief whenever you set your gaze on the domed cathedral. It meant rest for your body, mind, and soul. And it meant that you’d be able to see your brother again. Sometimes the two of you would go months without seeing each other. A separation that nearly felt unbearable to you yet you knew it was for the greater good. You could cover more ground if the two of you hunted separately. Not seeing your only family for such a long time. . .

It made you pick up speed and quicken your steps. Your footfalls sounded like thunder as you nearly ran to the confessionals; the smell of sweet incense clinging to your coat.

You could hear the cardinal on the other side of you jump in his own box at your fervent entrance.

Taking your index and middle finger you start at your forehead, making the sign of the cross.

“Have you anything to confess like your brother, young Van Helsing?” Seems like your brother had already arrived.

“Not this time, Cardinal Jinette.” You reply with a coy smile.

He chuckles softly as you hear a faint rumbling behind you. You stand in the cramped confessional and duck your head a little so you could pass through the secret door that had just been opened. Red cardinal robes so bright even in the dark. “It’s good to see that you have come back in one piece.”

“And my brother?”

Cardinal Jinette’s smile falls and he groans. “No amount of prayers can save that one.”

You laugh. “Come now. Don’t give up faith now! He is only doing his job.”

“Recklessly.” He grumbles and slowly leads you down the dimly lit staircase that lead down into the Vatican’s underbelly. You were confident that if you were blindfolded that you could easily walk down each step without fumbling. They were as familiar to you as the back of your hand.

“You try hunting demons. It’s not as easy as riding someone of spiritual demons.”

Shaking his head the cardinal’s form bobs in front of you as he carefully takes each step down one by one. “Spiritual demons, I’m afraid, are far worse Miss Van Helsing. You can kill a physical demon. The ones in the mind are a lot tougher.” The way he looks at you makes your feel a little self conscious. As if. . .

Biting down on your lip you don’t say anything else.

Blinking lights of a multitude of burning candles brings your attention back to the hideout of the Holy Order. Priests and other holy men alike were working on new weapons as well as other plans to combat the forces of evil.

Curiously you look at the various projects, all the strewn papers and other mechanical devices that littered the tables.

“Did you remember to bring it?” Cardinal Jinette asks before letting you advance further.

With ease you flip open your satchel. “Don’t know what you plan on doing with it, but here you go.”

He peers into the bag, expecting you to pull it out yourself.

“I’m not going to touch it again. It’s blood stains.”

The cardinal calls for someone to take the bag from you, appearing a little bit pale in his complexion once the severed head of some horrid monster is retrieved out of your bag and taken away.

“Now where is my-”

“(y/n)!”

You whirl around with a wide grin. You’d know that voice from anywhere. “Gabriel!”

Gabriel Van Helsing wasn’t a man accustomed to smiling often. A serious, brooding, giant of a man who towered over you and any other man who was set before him. Face hardened from years of hunting unholy monsters. He was a wanted man in many countries; deemed a murderer from those who didn’t know about the real evils of the world. Imposing as he was, he always smiled brightly to see you alive and well. Something that all the others in the Holy Order were still not used to. You were the one who smiled easily. You could very well be serious and brooding one moment but it was fairly easy to make you laugh.

You stopped yourself from running to him, still unnerved by Cardinal Jinette’s knowing look. A look that spoke legions of secrets. Coming up short in front of Gabriel, you beam brightly up at his rugged face. His hair had grown incredibly long since the last time you saw him. Your fingers reach up to brush against a curl. Gabriel’s smile widens at the merest touch. When he realized there were others watching his gaze turns hard sending the others away.

Chuckling quietly you give a lock a playful tug making him wince slightly. “It’s good to see you Gabriel. Remind me, how long has it been?”

“As if you haven’t been counting.” Incredibly dark eyes regard you with deep adoration. It felt heavy on you making your insides flutter and warm.

“Lets go. We deserve a rest from sending creatures back to hell.” You muse.

Gabriel grunts and places a hand on your shoulder. “A well earned rest for all the work we do.” Such a strong hand that has killed many monsters; yet it’s so incredibly gentle with you.

Sometimes. . .

You admire the small bruises on your body as well as the bites on your neck. Normally you revel in it more but the cardinal haunted you. Face growing numb you lean back against your headboard and turn to look at your brother, fast asleep. His long wealth of hair sprawled on his pillow. You delicately trace the arch of his upper lip; trying not to giggle at the vivid bite mark that was as clear as day on his plump bottom lip. You hadn’t meant to bite down so hard. The longer the two of you haven’t seen each other the more rough you are. Passion and longing take hold of you, fogging your brain until nothing else mattered except for Gabriel. You just couldn’t get close enough to him. Even bare skin on skin wasn’t enough for you.

Disgust bubbled inside of you.

It was disgust in Cardinal Jinette’s eyes. He knew the depths of your depravity. How, you didn’t know. You were sure the Vatican was filled with many eyes and ears. Maybe there were a pair of eyes that had watched you and Gabriel just moments ago.

Goosebumps rose on your arms at the thought of someone peeping on you during a very intimate moment. Maybe even still watching your blasphemy unfold. They probably thought you and your brother worse than any unholy monster you had killed.

You had always been emotionally tough, but knowing that what you were doing with your brother was considered wrong by the church devastated you. Choking up a bit you can’t even bare to look at him, the way he looked so at peace, so relaxed. No one else got to see Gabriel like that. So utterly vulnerable. If his enemies were to see him like this they’d take advantage of it. When he looked like that it made you want to protect him. This big man that could break anyone’s neck. A man who would look the devil in the face and kick him in the balls while laughing.

“What’s wrong?” His voice whispers without even opening his eyes.

Bringing your knees to your chest you feel the burn of the rosary at your bedside. Even the sheets under your body felt like they were on fire. Like you were already damned to hell. “They know.”

He shifts onto his side to face you, his eyes still closed and none too pleased that something was bothering you. The skin between his brows were scrunched in agitation. “Who knows what?”

“Don’t play dumb Gabriel.” Muttering you place your forehead against your knees, hiding your face in the process. You solemnly trace a long scar that started from behind your knee and wrapped around to the front of your shin. Even the pain of that wound had been less than what you were feeling now. You wanted to laugh at yourself. You felt so pitiful at that moment. One of the world’s most renowned monster hunters bested by your own emotions. Even worse was that your emotions that caused such an internal turmoil were for your brother.

You feel Gabriel shift in bed, presumably to sit up. You knew the one thing Gabriel would’ve appreciated most at that moment was to sleep. Both of you were always exhausted when you returned to the Vatican. When you went out to hunt monsters it was hard catching some shut eye. Sleeping promoted vulnerability. Especially when you were hunting down the likes of incubi and succubi.

“They don’t know. They only speculate.” Gabriel rubs at his eyes.

“They know. These holy men have eyes and ears everywhere.” A large, callused hand goes to roam the naked plane of your back. The warmth from his palm spreads throughout your skin. “Those cardinals sniff out secrets like pigs sniffing out truffles.”

A low chuckle rumbles from him. “Look at me (y/n).”

You muffle out a protest which prompts Gabriel to grab hold of your face and gently turn your head in his direction. “Right now they’re the least of our worries.”

“But-”

His thumb brushes over your bottom lip in a soothing manner that had you melting against his palm.

“As long as we do our jobs they can’t tell us anything. Do you really think they’d get rid of us because of this?”

“Well this is the Vatican, the home to one of the most holiest men in the world. The supreme pontiff, the hand of God. They don’t look kindly to incest.” Trying to reason with your stubborn brother you feel like it’s useless. As someone as devoted to the Knights of the Holy Order, when it came to you Gabriel was always willing to oversee consequences and forget everything that the catholic church taught. When it came to you, nothing else mattered. “They think we’re monsters Gabriel.”

You felt so tiny next to him as he presses his lips to the bridge of your nose before rolling his forehead onto your’s. “We know what the real monsters are (y/n). We don’t even begin to compare.”

In such an act of betrayal your eyes fill up with tears as you fought so hard to keep them out of your brother’s sight. “Sometimes I think we are. It’s not right. You know that. This. . . This. . .”

“Say it.” Gabriel orders you rather harshly. “Say what it is. Say what it is that we feel for one another.”

Your throat swelled up as you bit down on your lip and turn your face away from him. “Is it even love?”

A low growl drags through his vocal chords as his grip on you tightens a margin. “You know it is.”

“How can it be though when everyone else claims it to be a sin?” Curling up in a tight ball with the hopes of vanishing you mumble “Even the demons we hunt may think us sinful as well.”

“Do you believe any of the words that you just said?”

In all honesty you did but it didn’t change the fact that you loved your brother so dearly. You loved him more than any woman should love a man. You would go to hell for him. You would fight as many monsters as you needed to for Gabriel. You possibly would even die for him. All of this Gabriel easily read in your eyes.

He softens up at how melancholy you were. “I know what we have is inconvenient. But I don’t believe it makes us monsters. Flawed perhaps, but not monsters. Because loving someone shouldn’t make anyone a monster. We see enough ugliness in the world as it is. Don’t we deserve at least this little bit of happiness? Don’t I treat you just as well as any other man does with the woman he loves?”

Wiping away your tears you sit up. “You treat me far better than any man could ever.” You couldn’t imagine any other man treating you as Gabriel did. He worshipped every step you took and every breath that left your lips.

The two of you joined together in a mournful kiss. The cardinals could give you nasty looks all you like. This was the least they could give you for ridding the world of monsters. You knew what made a monster and your love wasn’t one of them.

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spine-buster · 2 months ago

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So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 5

Violet looked herself in the mirror once over, making sure she looked okay. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a Breton striped Abercrombie sweater, one that she picked up in Philly when she tagged along with her dad to work one day. She didn’t know why she wanted to look nice – she was just going to tutor Austin – but she figured it was down to her semi-European upbringing thanks to her parents: she had to look presentable at all times. She couldn’t wear sweatpants outside the house – even hoodies were pushing it for her parents (unless they were St. Anne’s hoodies). She spritzed on some body mist, put on her peacoat and Uggs, and off she walked to Austin’s house.

Her parents had allowed the tutoring session so long as Austin’s mom was home and she was back by midnight. They didn’t have any way of checking, but they trusted their daughter. Austin assured her his mom would be home.

When she knocked on the door, she only had to wait a few moments before he opened it. Except, instead of being welcoming and ushering her in the house, he opened it with his finger over her lips, making sure she stayed silent. He was frantically putting on his shoes. “Okay grandma, I’m leaving to go to Violet’s to study. Don’t wait up, mom just said I have to be back by midnight.”

Violet furrowed her brows. She was so confused. She heard his grandma call out a goodbye before he stepped through the threshold and closed the door behind him. “What the hell is going on?”

“Come with me,” was all he said.

“What? Where’s your mom?”

“Mom’s in Lititz with her friends for a girl’s night.”

“What about your US history test?”

“There is no history test,” he revealed, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “My mom thinks I’m at yours, your parents think you’re here, and my friend Connor is having a party. The world won’t end if you get a B on a French vocabulary test, right?”

The realization hit Violet, and she couldn’t help the smirk that overtook her face. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Now let’s go,” he began to walk down his porch and lawn.

Violet followed behind like a puppy. “You know I’ve never done anything like this before, right?”

“Figured as much,” Austin shrugged. “Don’t worry. I’ll still have you home by curfew. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? You get grounded?”

“I’ve never been grounded before.”

Austin gave her a look. “Geeze Violet. You make me feel like a felon.”

She wasn’t dressed for a party; she was dressed for tutoring. Regardless, she found herself following Austin, asking some more questions (Connor was a friend from the wrestling team; yes, there would be alcohol; no, boys from the soccer team would be there since Connor hated them all anyway). Violet found herself to be nervous yet excited at the same time. She wasn’t going to know anybody at the party, but she at least had Austin with her. She knew he wouldn’t ditch her like Beth did at the other party.

When they arrived at the house, Austin immediately led her to the back of the house and down a separate entrance to the basement. He didn’t even knock as he opened the door, and Austin’s presence was greeted with a round of cheers, as if the birthday boy had finally arrived. Everybody there was from Lancaster West – she was the only person from St. Anne’s – and most of the guys were either on the wrestling team with him, or had been on the junior football team with him when he played as a freshman. Most of the girls were their girlfriends, nice and welcoming and automatically pouring her some of their jungle juice in a red Solo cup. It was really sweet and didn’t taste like alcohol at all. Violet began drinking.

The girls asked her about St. Anne’s and compared their experiences with life at Lancaster West. Violet had another cup.

She naturally got separated from Austin, but she felt safe with the girls so she didn’t really mind. Violet had another cup.

They discussed music and movies and colleges. One girl was already committed to the University of Alabama for volleyball. She already decided she was going to pledge sororities, too. Violet had another cup.

By the time the girls rejoined most of the boys, Violet was, well…feeling herself. Maybe she had dressed to tutor all night, but two of the girls complimented her on her Abercrombie sweater, so she was on cloud nine. She plopped down on the couch beside Austin, the entire side of their bodies touching. For Austin, it felt like a hundred electric volts were running through his body. He had his own red Solo cup and brought it up to his lips. “You alright?” he asked her quickly.

“I’m ammmaaazing,” she smiled. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Austin chuckled slightly. “Uh, you’re welcome? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m ammmaaazing,” she repeated, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Now Austin felt like a thousand electric volts were running through his body. He got a whiff of her hair – Jesus, even her hair smelled good. He gulped. “Vi, if—”

“Have I everrr told you how much I looove that you call me Vi?” she interrupted, her speech slurred, but the most pleasing of grins on her face. “I just looooove it. I love the way it sounds in your voice.” She suddenly raised her head from his shoulder. “And your hair looks so goooood. Are you growing it out for wrrrrrestling?”

“Don’t say that too loud,” he cautioned. There were only a few people that knew, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want it to become a thing.

“Sssssorry,” she said, leaning into him again, her lips near his ear. “I know how to whisper.”

If a hundred or a thousand electric volts ran through his body before, a million were now. But they were much short lived because he got a whiff of her breath, which smelled like pure alcohol. It was only then that he noticed the other girls, wobbling everywhere, giggling uncontrollably, and slurring their words. He even saw Jessica run towards the bathroom. “How much jungle juice have you had?” he asked.

Violet shrugged. “Maybe five?”

“Cups?! Jesus, Vi.”

“It’s just juice.”

“There’s an entire liquor cabinet in there!” he exclaimed.

“I’ll sober up soon, don’t worry,” she played him off, setting her head back on his shoulder.

Austin noticed a few of his friends make eye contact with him, with the situation they were seeing of physical closeness between him and Violet. He tried to ignore it, but he knew he would be doing the same thing. Truth be told, he liked the physical closeness – being this close to her was something he didn’t want to admit he’d thought about in the last little while. But it was the condition that made everything so sour: Violet was clearly drunk, or at least very close to being there. He needed to watch out for her and make sure she didn’t do or say anything that she would regret tomorrow morning. That included, unfortunately, what she was doing right now.

“I think I should get you some water,” he half-mumbled, moving to get up.

“Don’t leave me,” Violet draped her arm over him to stop him from moving. She looked up at him again and he couldn’t help but listen to her and stay where he was. The hand of the arm draped over him went suspiciously close to his neck. “You know, I bet all the girls at Lancaster West go crazy for you. You’re so handsome.”

Ooooooh boy. The drunk thoughts were coming to light. “Vi…”

“I totally mean it, too. I’d let you kiss me right now.”

Austin felt a fire in his stomach. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

“Why? You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re gorgeous,” he let out before he knew what he was saying. Would she even remember in the morning? “But you’re drunk, and I’m not that guy.”

“Because you’re a gentleman.”

“I like to think so.”

“But I’m saying you can,” she urged, inching closer to him and even craning her neck. “You can kiss me, Austin.”

“I’m not going to kiss you,” he repeated. “In fact, what I am going to do is take you home.”

“Nooooooooooo,” she complained as he overpowered her and got up from the couch. “No, no, we don’t need—”

“Come on, Vi,” he grabbed at her hand, trying to pull her up from the couch, but she was more or less dead weight.

“How am I gonna waaaaalk? How am I gonna waaaaalk? My legs feel like jelllllyyyyy,” she slurred.

How was she going to walk? He was going to have to find something to appease her but actually get her home. “If we go home, I’ll give you a piggyback ride the entire way,” he offered. He watched her eyebrows rise. “Deal?”

Violet had to think for a moment – if she could even think with how much alcohol she had in her – before nodding her head. “Deal.”

Austin led her to the door, where she fell over while trying to put on her Uggs, almost crashing through the door to outside. He got his shoes in quickly so he could help her stick her foot in her boot, just like a toddler. She almost fell again as she stood on one foot. She was wasted. He even had to put on and button up her peacoat for her. Fuck, this walk home was going to be interesting. Austin barely said goodbye to any of his friends before ushing her out the door, hands on her shoulders like they were in kindergarten. She even had to crawl up the concrete stairs, the faint dusting of snow that must have fallen when they were inside wetting her hands. She didn’t even notice.

Violet was already complaining as they reached the sidewalk. She couldn’t even garner enough strength, or wherewithal, or coordination, or energy to jump onto Austin’s back, so he kneeled for her for her to get on. He began walking down the street at a brisk pace because he wanted to get her home as soon as possible. They’d be home way before her curfew, at least.

The both of them were completely silent as he made his way through the Manheim streets with her on his back, trying to get her home. He wondered if anybody saw them out their windows or something, and what they thought if they did see them. They probably looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care; he needed to make sure he got Violet home in one piece, or else his head would be on a silver platter. Judging by how rich Violet’s family was, they probably actually had one. Eventually, he could feel her face getting close to his as he walked along. “I’m sssorry,” she said solemnly, her voice low. Clearly the cold had sobered her up a little bit.

“You drank way too much tonight,” he found himself saying.

“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even notice. I’m sssorry,” she said, and judging by her sobering tone, she truly meant it. “You probably hate me now.”

“I don’t hate you, Vi. Not one bit.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. It would take a lot for me to hate you by this point.”

Even in her drunken state, she tried to take his words to heart. “You’re a goooood guy, Austin. Everybody could use a friend like yyyou.”

“I’m just doing what every guy would do.”

“Nuh uh,” she said. “At Frannie Watson’s end of the year ppparty last year, there was a boy from St. Augustine College who put something in my dddrink.”

Austin stopped dead in his tracks. He felt a wave of indescribable anger wash over him, more anger than he’d ever felt before in his life. “What?”

“I saw him do it when he said he would get me a drink. I threw it in the bbbushes when he wasn’t looking. All the gggirls did because we know it’s a thing with him.”

Austin grit his teeth. “Fucking hell, Vi.”

“You would neeever do that, Austin. That’s why I trust you.”

He continued walking again, knowing they were only about five minutes away from her house. Would she remember telling him this tomorrow morning? Did she even want anybody knowing that? “That’s fucking—I can’t even—fuck,” he grumbled. “That happened at someone’s party? I can’t believe—that’s fucking scary as shit.”

“Don’t worry. I’m a smart girl.”

“You’re the smartest girl I know, Vi.”

When they made it back to her house, he set her down and found her keys in her Coach wristlet. Violet stumbled through the door before Austin locked the door behind them, kneeling to take off her Uggs. He picked her up again and climbed the stairs as she directed him to her bedroom. When he kicked open the door, he was met with a typical teen’s room – he didn’t know why he expected anything different. It was much bigger than his room, of course. There was a big window that overlooked the backyard, a big desk with shelves and a bookshelf full of books, a queen-size bed, and a poster of Ryan Atwood from The O.C on the wall.

As he let his guard down trying to take everything in, he didn’t notice Violet clutch her stomach or furrow her brows. “Austin…”

“Hmm?”

She looked towards her ensuite door, mumbling “I think I’m gonna be sick,” before rushing as fast towards it as her drunken legs would take her.

Austin swore as he followed her. He made it just in time to see her barely make it, throwing up in the toilet bowl. God, this was horrible. He kneeled beside her, gathering her hair up and away from her face. He used one of his hands to rub her back, and once she was done, grabbed a towel so she could wipe her mouth. She turned and slumped against her vanity. “Did that make you feel better at all?” he asked.

“I’m never drinking alcohol ever again,” she mumbled.

Austin couldn’t help but smile. “Come on. You’re gonna brush your teeth so you don’t get barf breath and then I’m gonna get you to bed.”

Violet complained the entire time as Austin prepared a toothbrush for her. She even complained and threatened to throw it in her bathtub until Austin took it from here and started brushing her teeth himself. He even stuck out his tongue so she mimicked him and brushed it, too. She was such a baby when she was drunk. Eventually, they made it back to her bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed slumped over.

When she found her pyjamas, without warning, she began taking off her clothes. Austin’s eyes bulged out of his head and he looked away as soon as possible, even turning around towards her window. He had to admit, he saw her in her bra. He took a deep breath and tried not to think about it again. He tried thinking of anything else. His brother’s bad breath. The smell of his socks after being outside all day. Mr. Sherman’s Algebra 2 class.

“Am I going to die in my sleep?” she suddenly asked.

It was only then that he turned around and saw her underneath her covers. She was already dozing off. “No Violet. You’re not going to die.”

“Can you stay to make sure, please?” she asked. Her voice was so sweet and so sleepy – how could he say no? “I trust you, Austin.”

That sealed it.

How was he going to explain being out all night to his mom and grandma? How was he going to take care of her tomorrow so that by the time her parents came home, she wasn’t hungover? All that would have to wait. He’d figure it out; he always did. He sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her back until he knew she was asleep. He looked around her room, settling on lying down on the floor instead of in her bed. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable of sleeps, but it would do for tonight.

***

Violet’s head was throbbing as she opened her eyes. She was in and out of consciousness for a bit, her eyes opening and closing, opening and closing, looking at her ceiling, her window, her poster of Ryan Atwood. At one point, she looked at her clock – 7:30am. An ungodly hour for the weekend. Then, she heard a faint voice from inside the house – a boy’s voice. Her head hurt too much to care. She closed her eyes once more, and the next time they opened, she saw a bottle of water and some Advil from her parents’ medicine drawer on her night table. Upon further inspection, she saw something that, at first, she thought was a hallucination.

Austin sleeping on the floor.

Maybe she was still drunk. What the hell was he doing? Had he stayed the night? Why was he on the floor when there was one half of a perfectly good queen-size bed?

And then she realized.

He stayed. He stayed for her. To make sure she was okay in her drunken stupor.

Before she realized what she was doing, and maybe because she still felt a little drunk, she rolled out of bed and onto the floor, lifting his arm to nestle beside him. His eyes opened from his own sleep, looking at her. “What’re you doing?”

“Why didn’t you stay with me on the bed?” she whispered. “I trust you.”

Violet didn’t see the look in Austin’s eyes as she said those words, because she turned around and dropped his arm across her body. He didn’t move it. He didn’t do anything except stay spooning with her on the floor, drifting off to sleep again, finally comfortable.

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flatland-a-2024-translation · 4 months ago

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Section 04. Concerning the Women

[Table of Contents]

Now that you understand how dangerous our highly-pointed Isosceles Triangles are, you can understand how much more dangerous our Women are. Because if an Isosceles is a wedge, a Woman is a needle, made up of, you might say, nothing but points, at least at the two ends.

Add to this sharpness a Woman’s ability to make herself practically invisible at will, and you’ll see that the Females of Flatland are not the kind of Creatures you want to mess with.

But maybe some of my younger Readers are confused, and thinking, “But how can a Woman in Flatland make herself invisible?” I think the answer is pretty obvious, but it won’t take very long to explain, so even those who aren’t paying full attention will understand.

Place a needle, or another long, thin object, like a pencil, on a table. Then, lowering yourself until your eye is level with the surface of the table, look at your line from the side, and you'll see its whole length. But if you turn it so that you are looking straight at it from the front or back, you see nothing but a small point.

This is what happens with our Women. When her side it towards us, we see her as a straight line. When her front or “head” in you terms, the part, containing her eye or mouth (which for us, is the same organ) is pointed at us, we see a bright point.

But when her back is pointed towards us, we see a dim light, so dim it's almost as dark as an inanimate object. And this is how a Woman, by simply turning her back on you, can become practically invisible.

[Image description start: A black and white digital diagram with a white background and black border. On the left is a drawing of an eye as seen from the side, with dotted lines radiating out to show the line of sight. This eye is looking downwards on a straight line, and is labeled, "A Straight Line viewed from the side.". The next is looking to the side at a tiny dot that is marked by a large arrow so you notice it, and this eye is labeled, "A Straight Line viewed from the front or back.". Image description end.]

I need to make it clear to you just how dangerous our Women are. If running into an Equilateral Triangle, whose angle is 60°, will give you a painful gash, then running into an Officer of the military class, an Isosceles, will give you a serious wound. If a mere accidental bump from the vertex of a Private Soldier, one of the lowest of the Isosceles, is life threatening, then what can you expect from running into a Woman, except complete and total annihilation?

And when a Woman is almost invisible like this, imagine how difficult it is, even for the most cautious, to avoid running into them!

Many laws have been put into place in the different countries of Flatland in order to reduce this danger, and in the Southern and less temperate environments where the force of the Southern pull, or gravity, is greater, where human beings are more likely to have sudden and involuntary movements from constantly fighting the gravity, the laws regarding Women are, naturally, much stricter and harsher.

But a general view of the regulations for Women can be understood from the following summary:

1. Every house will have one entrance on the Eastern side, to be used only by Females, and all Females must enter “in a becoming and respectful manner”. Females must never use the Men’s or Western door.

[Note from the Author: When I was in Spaceland, I was told (in a conversation not transcribed in this book, to save my Readers’ valuable time) that some of your Religious buildings have a similar policy, with a separate entrance for the working poor so that they can also "approach in a becoming and respectful manner."]

2. No Female shall walk in any public place without continually keeping up her Peace-cry, under penalty of death.

3. Any Female diagnosed with St. Vitus’s Dance ((A neurological disorder causing sudden, involuntary movements after an illness, usually affecting children)), seizures, a chronic cold accompanied by violent sneezing, or any other disease that causes involuntary movements, shall be destroyed immediately upon diagnosis.

In some countries, there is another Law that forbids Females, under penalty of death, from walking or standing in public spaces without constantly moving their backs from side to side, so that people behind them can see them better.

Other countries will sometimes demand that any Woman in public should be followed by one of her male family members or servants, and still others ban Women from public entirely, confining them to their homes except during religious festivals.

But our wisest of Circles and Politicians have found that having so many restrictions on Women not only leads to the weakening of our society overall, but also to an extremely high number of domestic murders, to the point where the number of Men killed as a result far outnumbers the accidents that the Law was attempting to avoid in the first place.

Because when the temper of a Woman is stoked by being confined to her home, or having to deal with harsh, inconvenient restrictions when in public, they are likely to unleash their fury upon their husbands and children or siblings. Several times, in countries with highly restrictive laws, the entire Male population of a town has sometimes been wiped out in just a few hours as the Females simultaneously and violently succumb to their wrath.

And this is why the first three laws I’ve outlined here are good enough on their own for the better-run countries such as the one I belong to, and can be used as a rough summary of the Female Code.

After all, it’s not the Law itself that protects us so much, as the instinct for self-preservation in the Women themselves.

It I true that they can inflict instant death by simply moving backwards, but it is also true that unless they can immediately remove their stabbing-end, their own fragile bodies can easily be shattered by the death throes of their victim, and the Woman will be killed along with them.

The power of Fashion is also on our side.

I said above that in some less civilized countries, Females are not allowed in public without swaying her back from side to side, but in my country, our high-ranking and ambitious ladies have been doing this of their own free will since as far back as anyone can remember. The idea that a law would have to be passed to guarantee this behavior, (which should be instinctive in ladies of high breeding), is extremely embarrassing.

The rhythmic and, if I may so say, well-modulated undulation of the back in our ladies married to Circles is envied by the wives of Equilaterals, who, trying their best, can only create a regular twitch like the ticking of a clock.

But even that simple ticking is admired by the wife of the ambitious Isosceles, who wishes to raise her family’s status, so that she becomes the first in all her family line to practice the art of back motion.

So you see, in every family worth considering, “back motion” is as old and ingrained as time itself, and the lucky Male members of these families enjoy their immunity from invisible attacks.

But don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying our Women don’t care about their families— it’s just that, unfortunately, their emotions in the moment overpower their other feelings, driving out every other thought until their anger passes.

This, of course, is the result of their unfortunate Configuration as Straight Lines.

They have no Angle to speak of, and thus are mentally and physically inferior to even the very lowest of the Isosceles. They are, as a result of this lack of Angle, completely devoid of brain-power, and are completely incapable of self-reflection, judgment, or planning, and barely any memory at all.

This is why, when they are in a state of fury, they have no idea what they’re doing, or who they’re doing it to. They will not recognize their husband or even their children.

I’ve actually heard of a legal case where a Woman murdered everyone in her whole household, but then half an hour later, when she’d calmed down and the fragmented bodies had been swept away by Police, asked them where her husband and children were. She didn’t remember a thing.

So it should be obvious that you shouldn’t annoy a Woman if she’s able to turn around and stab you. But when you have them in their apartments – which are built so narrowly specifically to prevent them from turning and attacking – you can say or do whatever you want, because they’re incapable of reacting in any way except through speech, and in a few minutes, they won’t even remember whatever it is you’ve said or done that they’re threatening to kill you for, nor will they remember the hasty promises you’ve made (with no intention of keeping) to get them to calm down again.

In general, we get along pretty well with our Women, except in the lower classes of the Isosceles military. These Isosceles, lacking in angle, also lack in tact and discretion, and many times this has caused indescribable disasters.

These Isosceles rely too much on their sharp points as weapons instead of the shield of common sense and knowing how to react to different problems, so these reckless Creatures often fail to properly follow the safety code for building Women’s apartments, or irritate their wives by insulting them when out in public, and then to make matters worse, refuse to immediately apologize.

And, being simple Creatures who are too fond of the literal truth, these Isosceles refuse to make the kinds of lavish, impossible promises that Circles readily deploy to pacify the would-be murderess.

The result of this lack of careful handing is massacre, but you shouldn’t see it as a tragedy – on the contrary, these outbreaks eliminate the more brutal and troublesome of the Isosceles, and many of our Circles view the destructiveness of the Thinner Sex as one of many favors Providence has given us for naturally suppressing the population of Isosceles, and helping to nip Revolution in the bud.

But even within the families that most strictly follow the Female Code, even with our closest-to-true circles Circular families, I have to admit, our idea of “domestic bliss” isn’t as full of affection and comfort as it is with you in Spaceland.

There is peace, (if the absence of slaughter can be called peace) but it is impossible for there to be shared interests or hobbies between Man and Wife, with the Man’s safety paid for by the loss of true comfort and companionship.

Since time immemorial, the Women of our Circular and Polygonal houses have had the habit – which has now become a kind of instinct – of always keeping their eyes and mouths pointed towards their Husband and his Male friends.

If a lady in a high-ranking family turned her back on her Husband, it would be seen as an omen of disaster threatening a huge loss of social status.

But, as I will soon explain, this custom, while insuring safety, is not without its problems.

In the house of the Isosceles Working Man, or the Equilateral Tradesman, where the wife is allowed to turn her back on her husband while performing her household duties, there are moments of peace, where the wife is neither seen nor heard, except the humming sound of her ever-present Peace-cry.

But in the homes of the upper classes, these moments of peace are few and far between. There, the loud and bright face of the Wife are always directed at the Master of the household, and not even the never-changing Light is more persistent than the never-ending Feminine Chatter.

The diplomatic skill required to avoid a Woman’s sting has no power against a Woman’s mouth, and, since the Wife has absolutely nothing meaningful to say, and no intelligence or conscience there to prevent her from speaking anyway, more than a few cynics have been quoted with saying they prefer the death-dealing but mercifully silent sting of a Woman’s back side to the obnoxious volume of her mouth.

To my readers in Spaceland, the condition of our Women may seem truly miserable, and indeed it is, without question. A Male of even the lowest type of Isosceles can look forward to some improvement of his Angle through hard work and dedication, and eventually the increased rank of his entire degraded caste, but no Woman can ever hope for such things for her own Sex.

“Once a Woman, always a Woman” is a Decree of Nature; and the very Laws of Evolution seem to stack misfortunes against her.

But at least we can admire the wise arrangement Evolution and Nature have given us, so that even though the Women have to be miserable for our great society to exist, at least they’ll soon forget it.

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 1 year ago

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Angel of God -- The St. Agnes Years - Chapter One

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Matt Murdock & F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Pre-relationship, Slices of Life, Pining (oh, so much pining).

Word Count: ~1450 (for this chapter )

A/N: A look into AoG's Matt & Reader's lives together as children, from their first meeting until their eventual separation.

November 17, 1996

Dear God, please help me to be brave, Matthew Murdock prayed to himself as the taxi he was in pulled to a stop outside of St. Agnes Orphanage.

"Alright," the cab driver said in a thick New York accent. "Here you are."

"Come along, Matthew," the nun who had gone to pick him up from his temporary foster home said as she got out of the cab. "Don't dawdle."

"Sorry, Sister," Matt mumbled, trailing behind her.

He gripped his cane tight and adjusted his sunglasses, taking a deep breath before following her towards the entrance.

He fumbled for the railing as his cane bumped into a set of steps, slowly and carefully making his way upwards towards his home for at least the next nine years.

"Your things will be brought to your room," Sister… (Bernadine? Beatrice? Bonaventure? Matt couldn't remember, but he knew it was something with a B) said as they headed inside and down a winding hallway. "In the meantime you'll join the other children outside for recreation. Dinner is at six, nighttime prayer at six-thirty. Don't be late for either."

She opened another door and led Matt out into what he assumed was a backyard area.

He could hear other children laughing and yelling as they chased each other around.

"Ah, Sister Maggie," Sister B-name said as they walked up to another nun. "This is our new ward, Matthew. I'm entrusting him into your care -- I have urgent business to attend to."

"Of course, Sister Bernadette," Sister Maggie replied.

Sister Bernadette! That was it.

"Matthew." With that, Sister Bernadette turned and walked away.

Matt stood near Sister Maggie, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly a timid voice said, "Hi. I like your glasses."

Matt turned towards the voice. It sounded female, maybe slightly younger than him? Matt wasn't quite sure. "Thanks," he said warily.

"Are you an orphan too?"

The sting of losing his father hit Matt all over again. "Yeah," he said quietly.

A small hand slipped into his. "It's okay, I'll be your friend. I'm Y/N."

"Matt."

"There's some tables over here. Come sit with me."

Matt allowed Y/N to lead him to the tables, somehow already trusting of the young girl.

"So how old are you?" Matt asked as they sat.

"Eight," Y/N replied. "You?"

"I'm nine." Matt paused. "Have you lived here long?"

"Yeah, since I was two. It's not that bad here, you'll get used to it. Just don't make Sister Bernadette mad, 'cause she's really strict. The other nuns are pretty nice though, especially Sister Maggie. She lets me bring books to outdoor recreation, and if we have to stay inside because it's raining, she'll let me spend recreation time in the library."

"Is that what you were doing just now? Reading?"

"Mhmm. I just started ' Where the Red Fern Grows' , have you ever read it?"

Matt shook his head. "Oh, um, no. What's it about?"

"It's about a boy who goes hunting with his two dogs in the mountains. I can read it to you if you want. I'm not too far into it so I don't mind starting over."

Matt nodded, relieved that Y/N hadn't made a big deal about his visual impairment. Most people other than his father had either treated Matt like a pariah or as someone to be pitied, but she didn't seem to mind. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

"Okay. We'll have to start tomorrow though because recreation time is almost over."

Matt nodded again. "Okay."

As if on cue, the church bells began to ring.

Y/N stood. "Come on, you can sit next to me at dinner."

Matt smiled, relieved to not have to sit by himself. "Yeah, okay."

Y/N took his hand once again. She led him inside and down a hall, then turned left and opened a door. "Okay, so this is the cafeteria. All you have to do is sit and wait and Sister Gertrude will bring your food, but we can't eat until we say grace."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

A few seconds later a tray was set in front of him.

Matt wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of overcooked meat and dried-out tomato sauce. "What is it?"

"Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, a brownie, and milk."

"Alright, children, bow your heads for grace," a different voice interrupted.

Matt bowed his head and waited.

"Bless us, O Lord…" the voice began intoning.

" And these thy gifts," Y/N and the other children joined in. "Which we are about to receive, in thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, amen."

"Amen," Matt echoed. He carefully reached out, feeling his way around the table in order to try to find his utensils without accidentally sticking his hand into his food.

Y/N took Matt's hand and placed it on top of his fork. "Here you go."

Matt smiled over at her as he picked it up. "Thank you."

He began eating in silence. There was something different about Y/N, something Matt couldn't quite put his finger on. He felt comfortable with her in a way he hadn't felt with anyone since his accident.

He wasn't able to think about it for too long, because Y/N began speaking again. "After dinner we all go to the chapel for evening prayer, then it's time to get ready for lights out. I can help you find your room if you want. Everyone's name is on their door."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that'd be good. Thanks."

"And actually, um, I can come get you for breakfast in the morning too? Just until you learn your way around."

"Okay."

They continued eating their dinner in silence, and as soon as Matt was done Y/N stood. "Come on, we have to get to the chapel. Sister Bernadette doesn't like it if we're late."

She led Matt outside then through a courtyard to the chapel, slipping into a pew right before the church bells signaled 6:30.

A minute later Matt heard footsteps heading to the altar.

Y/N leaned towards Matt. "That's Father Reynolds," she whispered. "He's the priest here."

Matt nodded in acknowledgement.

"Good evening, children," Father Reynolds said in slightly accented English.

"Good evening, Father," Matt replied along with the other kids.

"Let us begin our evening prayer. 'In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit'. "

Matt joined in on the Sign of the Cross. "Amen."

Father Reynolds said an opening prayer, then led them in reciting the Lord's Prayer, the Hail Mary, the Hail Holy Queen, and the Doxology.

"How many more prayers are there?" Matt whispered to Y/N as everyone recited the Apostles' Creed.

"Just one more after this," Y/N whispered back. "Then we do a moment of silent intention, then Father Reynolds will say a blessing."

"Oh, okay." Matt was about to ask which one it was when everyone began reciting the final prayer.

"Angel of God, my guardian dear," they intoned, "to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen."

Matt sucked in a breath as a thought struck him. He had asked God to help him be brave, and not even 2 minutes later Y/N had come up to him and immediately made him feel comfortable. And not only that, but she had even offered to be his friend. Maybe He sent me a guardian angel.

He turned his head towards Y/N slightly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. He knew she was real, because she had held his hand, but he admittedly wasn't sure what exactly angels were supposed to be like in human form.

He was jarred out of his thoughts as Y/N took his hand again. "Okay, let's go find your room."

She led Matt back out through the courtyard and up the steps of the orphanage. "Girls are on the second floor and boys are on the third."

They went up a couple of flights of stairs and down another hallway, then Y/N stopped in front of a door. "Here's your room. Bathroom is right across the hall."

"Oh. Okay." Matt hesitated. "Um, thanks."

"You're welcome." Y/N paused. "We're not allowed in each other's rooms after lights out, so I'll see you tomorrow morning before breakfast?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"It's at 7, so I'll come get you around 6:45 if that's okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

To Matt's surprise, Y/N gave him a hug. "Good night, Matt."

Matt hugged her back, the last of his nerves fading away in her warm embrace. Maybe life as an orphan wasn't going to be so scary, especially with an angel by his side.

#lotmf writes #AoG The St. Agnes Years Masterlist #AoG Prequel #Matt Murdock & Reader

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chiss-ticism · 2 months ago

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5, 30 and 37 for Billie and Judy!

tysm!!!

dividers by @/marquisedegramont

🎨- @/cactusique

Judith "MOODY JUDY" Margolis

5.) Who is their sire? Forgotten to history, mostly. Jokes aside - her sire was an Anarch aligned Brujah whom Margo was disinclined to agree with on most points regarding sectarian politics the further she entrenched herself in the history of the Anarch Revolt and its immediate aftermath. A quiet, mild mannered man when acting of his own facilities - he earnestly believed that Tyler was right to disavow the fetid chunks of gore and viscera the Sabbat was leaving in its wake. Margo, in not-so-many words, decreed them both cowardly naysayers who offered inept and impotent solutions. At least the Sabbat was doing something. Judy didn't get a chance to properly part ways with her sire before her forcible defection to the Sabbat. The next time she saw him, the Sword of Caine was raging a War Party on her former hometown and he didn't quite make the cut. She had his ashes mixed with metals and turned into a necklace.

"And my sire's dead," she answered, smiling to herself with her back turned to him. She turned on the kitchen sink, wetting a paper towel and dabbing at the scant few drops of cooling blood that managed to escape during her feeding. Speaking a little louder: "Deader than dead. We took his ashes to a specialist and had them fashioned into a necklace." She gestured to the coat rack beside the front door with a dismissive wave, an otherwise mundane looking necklace accompanying the hoard of beanies and oversized coats. [CONT.] "I liked him just fine," she shrugged before leaning on the portion of the wall that separated the kitchen from the entrance with her arms crossed. His death, violent as it was, really wasn't overly personal. He was a coward incapable of claiming effective praxis, yes, but at the end of the night he died so that she that she could operate with impunity. "Jackasses are less likely to try and steal it if I don't go around advertising its "worth" " she briefly unfolds one hand to do an air quote. She snorted at 'one less thing to worry about'. You're telling her. "Funny… You got any more questions for me, Merricks? Or are we done?"

30.) Do they have a clan that they do particularly like?

I don't know if she ""likes"" any one particular clan - she's too used to riling them up and manipulating them - be they Sabbat or Anarch - and letting the take the fall for the Black Hand's dirty work to form any overlong attachments to them. Outside of eager pupils in those Anarch domains she sets about educating on their shared history - which escapes the limits of any one clan - they barely register to her. It'd be easier to list who she doesn't like, lmao. Gun to my head? Gangrel.

37.) What age are they? (Childer, Neonate, Ancilla, etc.) Margo is a neonate! is particularly young among the sizeable contingent of Elders and Ancillae in the Black Hand - but not at all unheard of.

🎨- @/crownedinmarigolds BILLIE CARUSO

5.) Who is their sire? Not that she knows it, but an as-of-yet-unnamed Lasombra - a member of the Order of St. Blaise - who was quick to abandon after her Embrace. Perhaps they still watch her from afar, testing the depths of her faith and how she adapts to a World of Darkness... 😱

30.) Do they have a clan that they do particularly like? Those gentler Salubri - you know the type - would be the obvious answer, I think. Truth be told, she's still getting her bearings and doesn't have a full grasp on even the most basic of clans.

37.) What age are they? (Childer, Neonate, Ancilla, etc.) A fledgling! She was embraced earlier in the year of her Lord 2024.

#My OCs #Moody Judy Tag #Billie Tag #Percy Pack Tag

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maurofonseca · 1 year ago

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Are you working on any personal projects? Any comics from you on the horizon?

Hopefully!

I've got a main idea of comics I want to do, but I'm gonna take longer talking about it, so I'll first mention a couple others-

I've in the past drawn a lot of like, online meme characters. Not this exactly, but stuff like "Earth-chan". Lately been thinking about revisiting that, making them my own characters, changing designs and names, and working from that for small slice-of-life things.

I've got a friend I collab with on ideas, and I asked him ideas for short stories. Planning to draw a couple of his ideas, both for portfolio and because he does good stuff.

However, the main thing, of course, is my ideas involving my characters Lalla Shepherd, Jackie Pollard, Lily Rock, etc etc.

Gonna go on at length about it now, so putting it under a read more.

I've got a setting of characters etc I've nurtured for a few years now. It's a setting of cartoon animal people, adventure, fighting, etc. Very much trying to replicate the Disney comics I grew up on, stuff like Barks, Cavazzano, Gottfredson, but also stuff like Tintin, Indiana Jones, Sonic the Comic. It's set in a fantasy version of Earth circa the 1960s, by which I mean it's just Earth, but everything's been renamed for denial purposes, a layer of distance. If I want "London" to be the 60s but "Lisbon" to be the 80s, I get to do so, because it's not really London or Lisbon, it's Fumdon and St. Vincent, right? If I want there to be a war in the backstory, it can be WW1, WW2, Korean War, and Vietnam War all at once, because it's not really any of those, it's a fantasy one. Kinda what Pokémon does with its regions.

The idea is to do multiple stories, small stories, short stories, in this setting. Again, like the comics I grew up on- adventure stories of 10 pages, rather than epics of 1000.

You can read an early first go at an introduction to it here. It's kind of outdated, in aesthetics at least, but it's still overall matching what I plan.

The starting point is, there's these three characters- Lalla Shepherd, a racer and former soldier dealing with what happened to her during the War, Jackie Pollard, a girl with a mysterious past who appears in Fumdon looking for a job and with an amazing aim; and Lily Rock, a supremely confident fighter who's travelled the world and is sent to Fumdon to cover the upcoming Tournament. Said Tournament is going to be a combat tournament held in Fumdon but part of the culture of a separate small nation-estate, as a diplomatic move between countries. This is attracting weirdos and people with ill intent, so our three main characters get made into a team of sheriffs to deal with it in the months leading to the event proper.

The tournament is primarily just a plot excuse though- it'll be happening "soon" for as long as needed. It's a near-future event that excuses why any character would be appearing now and making their entrance in the public stage, no matter how weird they might be.

It's also about a bootlegging criminal in another country, whose wares get stolen by a wannabe gentleman thief, and how that drags a lot of other characters into that story.

Open and obvious about it, it's primarily made of me seeing characters and ideas in other stuff, and going "I want to make my own version". Very Alan Moore League of Extraordinary Gentlemen in that sense- "I want to make fanfiction where James Bond fights The Avengers (the british spy team) and Mina Murray (from Dracula), but I don't have the rights for them, so I'll switch names around etc." Very cape comic books in that sense too- "we want to tell a story about Superman, but we're Marvel, so we make a Superman pastiche called Hyperion".

Part of it was influenced by the upcoming wave of public domain stuff in the US. As you can see by my drawings, it was planning to use specific characters like Mickey Mouse, but then I got confirmation that that's really really not gonna work internationally. Ah well.

Some of you might've been here long enough to recognise a lot of these ideas and characters were part of an abandoned webcomic I was doing before, 4QC. Well yeah, this is me trying to make that one work and avoid the pitfalls that killed it lol.

Dunno, hope that's enough context. I'm hoping I can get a new story of this, a remake of the old one I did maybe, out before the end of the year; and then to do a lot more next year, using the money I'm saving from Sonic work this year.

#ask #comics

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larcenywrites · 2 years ago

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The Boy Next Door

Chapter One: Suburbian Introductions

Warnings: she/her term used for reader | immediate thirsting |

Word Count: 3.9K

Masterpost

It was funny how something can look exactly like a memory, but be a new one entirely. The street was just as sun-bleached, once a smooth black, you were sure, but now a weathered grey starting to crack under the heat. Yellowing concrete ran alongside its old friend, separated by a generous strip of grass and backed with stretching lawns. It felt like you had just been here yesterday, except with every home that blurred past your passenger side window, this time you would never spot yours, and every turn only lost you in a maze much larger than the one you left behind. At least it wasn't one of those crowded suburban nightmares- the ones without foliage or even a yard of space between houses. Well, some of these bricks were still close together, but lines of trees provided some sense of seclusion from one another, and faux forests were left undisturbed to span an acre or two here and there. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Even the grass looked greener on this side of the fence.

Or maybe the sodding here was just more expensive.

Really. It wasn't so bad. The damper in your mood was just due to being on the road for the past six hours, and it was only ten in the morning. The rattle of your belongings behind you couldn't quite lull you into sleep anymore, especially when you were so close to, well, home. Instead, you laid your cheek against the cool glass of the car window, but even its rattling couldn't get you any further than staring at the darkness behind your eyelids. Speckles of reds interrupted your personal void, dappling in the shapes of the sunlight as it filtered between leaves and around towering chimneys.

It was irritating, an inconsistent display of colors. Until it was all red. The string of trees that had provided some breakage from the hash morning light betrayed you. You sighed a bit dramatically, opening your eyes. You were met with tree stumps and turned-up dirt. The treeline hadn't ended- well, it had, but not by choice. Even these pristine yards had ugly stumps or unfilled holes, no longer quite as shielded from the road or their neighbors without those firs and oaks. Obviously, the uprooting hadn't been intentional, and it didn't give you very high hopes for your own yard. You could have had a better thought about it than weird, but a name you'd heard a few times now drifted by as the car turned down another street, catching your attention. Fairmount St read in white letters on a tidy green sign. Turns out, home had been right around the corner. The entrance to two short driveways lay next to one another and curled away as they trailed up a hill, each leading to their respective house. Between them was a close pair of mailboxes. The car made its turn, choosing the red one.

"I swear there were still trees there last I was up here," your dad finally spoke up for the first time in a few hours, bringing the car to a slow. You followed his gaze to the space between the two brick houses. The evidence of a rooted-up treeline wasn't as obvious. There wasn't much ugly dirt and holes, but the ground was uneven, and only neighboring psychopaths wouldn't have separated the homes with some greenery to keep those facing windows private.

"Hope we like our neighbors," you snorted. Your dad sighed, digging for that little remote in the center console that opened the garage. With a loud groan, one of the large metal doors began to rise, welcoming your car inside the coolness of the dark and rather cramped room. You'd only been here once a few months ago, being left at the house while your dad dropped off belongings and had furniture hauled whenever he had to come up here for business. You hoped it wouldn't look quite as lifeless as it once did.

Next to the car you sat in was a larger truck, currently blocking your view of the door that let inside. It was your dad's, dark blue and mostly used for his work. With another click of the button, the second door groaned open. As if to follow suit, your father opened his car door, eager to step out. "Okay, let's get these boxes out of here and I'll go get the rest with the truck," he directed before slamming the door shut without further comment. You sat there for a moment longer, but the car shifting and trunk opening were your cues to get out and help. You slid boxes from the low sitting back seat, guiding them straight to the concrete floor and pushing them aside to make room for the next, while your dad had a stack of three piled onto one another. Some of them were unlabeled, but you had made sure to mark your own and were already investigating each box.

"Alright, I'll be right back." The rushed voice of your father called you to attention. "Can you get these inside?"

"Probably," you shrugged, looking at him tiredly. You weren't in as much of a hurry as he was. He snickered. "Good enough." You watched him search his pockets for his keys before rushing to the driver's side of that midnight blue truck.

"Oh, here's a house key," he exclaimed, reaching back into his pocket and holding out a silver key. You walked over to him, taking the key from his hands. As if you had freed him, he hastily walked back and climbed into his seat. You didn't even move as he pulled out of the garage, back on the road again. A newly painted black door now faced you in his absence, four little windows letting you peek in on a tan-colored wall. You quickly worked at the lock, eager to get these boxes inside so you could sit down somewhere much more comfortable than that car. The door creaked as you pushed on it, opening inward. You turned around, back to the job at hand.

You really weren't sure which was which, but something told you to handle the not-so-stable tower under the open garage door. You'd have to move it anyway if you wanted a little more privacy. You tried to shift the boxes to be a little more even, but the lopsided heaviness of the top one only dragged and wavered the stack. As much moving as you'd done, your dad sure wasn't good at packing. You huffed, bracing yourself to slide it off. Nice and easy. You probably shouldn't have pushed toward the heavy side first, only considering it now that it was toppling down top first.

"Dammit," you cursed, hearing it echo against the tall brick wall and through the empty garage. There was hardly any time to cringe at the sound of clinking, a few items scattering through the flaps you'd failed to close back properly earlier this morning when you'd thrown something in. You watched in near horror as your father's small snow globe rolled out, and only gained momentum down the slight incline of your driveway. You couldn't bring yourself to even a brisk walk, instead following far behind and waiting for the raised pavement of the road to stop its rolling one way or another. But something, or rather someone, stepped in-- quite literally. You hadn't noticed you had an audience of one down by the pair of mailboxes until he was lurching into the base of your drive. Your steps faltered, already slow. You weren't afraid to approach, but you had to admit you weren't exactly prepped for any interaction right now. You watched your presumed neighbor bend down, effortlessly catching the snow globe that rolled into his palm. He somehow made standing up look attractive, inspecting the small decor with a few careful flicks of his wrist before his eyes followed its runaway path. His gaze landed on you. With a shameful smile that he was probably too far to even see, you hurried your pace, not wanting to keep him waiting. Mind blank the closer you got, you tried not to look down.

A face straight out of a magazine watched your approach. Actually- was it straight out of a magazine? You swear you might've seen that face staring back at you somewhere, but your strained attention was needed elsewhere. A hand offered its lucky catch to you. You took it tentatively, taking care not to let your fingers bump even though you were probably the only one that would overthink it. The fake snow stirred dizzily in its dome. You could relate, pulse rushing past your warm cheeks and thoughts spinning to sort themselves out enough to decide what to say next.

"Sorry," you meekly apologized for nothing. It was the easiest thing to break the awkward silence, and the easiest word to get out while you fumbled with the contents in your palm (and in your brain). The glass was scuffed from the impact but otherwise unbroken.

"It's fine," a tired tone chuckled a bit awkwardly. It made you look back up at him. You couldn't get a read on his expression, but his lips were parted in an upcoming question. Inquisitive eyes flicked behind you, likely landing on the array of boxes. You took the split seconds opportunity to get an uninterrupted (and unashamed) study of his face again, taking note of the dark honeyed features standing bold against his paler complexion.

"Do you, uh, need any help?" He suddenly spoke up again, his question slow with hesitation. Dark lashes fluttered when he glanced back. He stared down at you, either still with curiosity or concern in his hard-to-read brow. It probably looked like you were out here all alone, to be fair. Well, currently you are alone, and obviously struggling- in more ways than one. You weren't expecting to meet any neighbors at all, much less keep up any interaction. You had to glance away for a moment to come up with an answer that wasn't so flustered.

"Oh, you don't have to. My dad will be back at some point," you trailed off, looking at the pile of boxed-up belongings. Lips still parted in search of a response, you turned back only for him to avoid meeting your gaze this time. The twitch of a frown was subtle, but enough to send a bolt of panic through your chest. Your veiled rejection hurt you just as much, if not more. Not that you didn't want an excuse to keep him around, but sometimes you were too nice for your own good. No, he didn't have to, but god did you want him to, even in your socially stunted state. Moving here was supposed to be full of new opportunities, and here you were, turning down your first one before you even got a chance to know where it could lead. Even if that was nowhere.

"But I guess I should still get everything inside, so," you quickly continued, trying to salvage his offer. Mocha eyes meeting yours again stopped you from blathering further. Especially when they so obviously drifted over your face and quickly dipped lower for further inspection. He backed up a few steps, the opposite of what you had wanted, but you couldn't exactly protest. Luckily you didn't have to. You'd been so tuned in to the voice coming from plush lips and the highlighted features of his face that you didn't even notice the stack of envelopes in his hand. He grabbed the small latch at the top of his mailbox, black and sleek next to your shiny red one, and slid the mail back in for safekeeping.

"I mean, if you're busy, then..." you squeaked out suddenly, a shoulder raised mid-shrug. You weren't exactly sure why you said it. Your brain was receiving mixed signals, and at this point, you were probably giving him mixed signals too. He looked at you as he closed the small door. Your seemingly reserved neighbor wasn't the most expressive, but you could pick up on the amusement in that raised brow and slight the tug at the corner of his lips as he looked you up and down. "Really, I don't mind," he assured you, walking your way and brushing purposefully past you. He looked down at you beckoningly as he did. Though your heart was racing and your gulp was stuck in your throat, you were relieved that he was taking over, leading you back to your own house as if you were the stranger here... well, you were, weren't you? You followed behind, trying not to ignore the warm shiver he'd sent down your spine with something so simple. It was too early for this. You followed after him.

Once again, you took advantage of the opportunity that came with his preoccupied line of sight. He looked lean under that loosely fitted black tee that you were sure wasn't doing him much justice. Fit shoulders hidden under short sleeves cascaded into the curve of his half-visible biceps, and your eyes lingered on a peeking vein. You finally swallowed down that nervous gulp. You'd look away to clear your thoughts, but if you looked up, dark strands of hair curled messily against his neck, and if you looked down- well, let's just say you noticed something in the back pocket of his faded jeans. Your neighbor, who's being very nice right now and doesn't deserve to be part of one of your unhinged wet dreams right now, was undeniably hot. Maybe you'd stick to reading the red lettering that spelled out states and tour dates instead until you reached the garage again.

You carefully picked up the toppled box, sitting it upright and carefully placing your father's snow globe back into its box. You quickly gathered the other knickknacks that had spilled out, cradling them in your arms and trying not to dump them into the box too harshly. You watched your current companion wandering around, taking note of the boxes while he waited for your instruction. You sighed, once again deciding where to start. He must have picked up on it, deciding to pick out the box he'd watched you struggle with earlier, and the one you'd just put that damned globe back into. You were already slacking, watching him lift the box against his chest instead of getting your own. You grabbed the nearest unlabeled box that, thankfully, wasn't as horribly packed. With a huff, you made your way toward the still wide open door. Hopefully the neighbors don't have any wandering cats.

"These can just go in the living room," you chimed, instructing him to follow you. You walked into a boring beige hall that had yet to be adorned with pictures on the walls or decor on the faded blue sofa table. You kept following the stained wooden floors to a maroon-walled kitchen that was just as boring. You kept going a little further, sticking to the beige wall that led to its similarly colored living room, and the hardwood beneath your shoes turned cushier. It was mostly furnished, just as Dad had said. A cream-colored couch on one wall, two dark green recliners in the center shared a small table between them, and all shared a low glass table that sat in front of a large stand for the television. A stone fireplace nestled into the wall opposite the sofa, its barren oak mantel begging to finally be put to use. There was a thump from a box being heavily put to rest on the carpet, and you were just eager to put yours down too. Two down, five to go. Until your dad got home from the storage unit that is... The pair of you grabbed the last two boxes for the living room in silence.

"These three are mine so," you trailed off, but surely the destination was implied. For some very unknown reason, you hesitated to say it, but your silence was excused while you tried not to struggle with yet another box. This time, you led him through the kitchen and down another hall, passing a large office along the way and a closed door that led to your bathroom. It felt longer than it looked. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the best idea to invite a random guy into your house when your dad was gone, but he seemed harmless enough. Enough to make himself play good samaritan for the day, at least. He may have just been more nosey about who was moving in next door and, more importantly, nosey about their pretty daughter- not that you'd be upset by the latter! Maybe there was a joke to be had here about the awful plots at the beginning of pornos...

You had to shake your head to yourself, sweeping away that thought before it could spiral. Now was definitely not the time for that as you walked into your bedroom. Your room was furnished and bare at the same time. An empty white desk faced the empty wall, and a dresser of the same color had a wall all to itself aside from the standing mirror next to it. Your coverless bed was nestled into an ornate wooden frame that sat between two curtainless windows. A small sofa, similar to the cream color of its larger cousin in the living room, sat on the dresser's opposite wall, your closet by its side. It looked much better now that there was some other colors and objects to even out the pale yellow wallpaper, lined with white columns and roses with connecting stems. When you first saw it, you'd considered scrapping it off and redoing it yourself, but it was growing on you now. Cute in a decade-old kind of way. Maybe it already felt like home, but that was easy when you'd been in a new bedroom a few times before.

With a sigh, you looked over at your still unnamed acquaintance as you put down the heavy contents in your arms. He'd walked past you for more room, lost in his own study as he paused with his own box. The view from your window must have caught his eye. You could only see the thick curls of the back of his head, pretty eyes too busy staring through the panes for a few seconds longer than a simple glance would demand. To be fair, it was probably a little jarring to see your house from, well, another house like this. Especially so close, maybe twenty feet if you had to guess. For some reason, his curiosity made you antsy.

"Dad said there used to be trees there," you broke the silence, capturing his attention again. He started to turn to you, lingering on the view for another second. He lowered his box onto the carpeted floor, looking thoughtful. Actually, he almost looked confused when he looked at you. Like he was processing what you'd even said. His lips were parted in a reply that took a few more seconds.

"Oh- yeah," he started. There was a spark behind his eyes upon finally registering your comment, or from finally tearing out of whatever thoughts he'd been sifting through. "There were um, beetles or something in them." He said it with a soft rise in his tone, like he was stating a question. "They cut down a lot of trees around here, actually." He quickly glanced back to the window as if to prove his point, and what came back was a solemn look. That explains a lot.

"Yeah, I think I saw that on our way in," you thought out loud. "Thought it was pretty weird." You walked under your doorway, waiting for him to join you so you could retreat back to the garage.

"It's pretty ugly, too," he said sarcastically. "We should have planted something else there by now."

"How long has it been?" Your nervousness settled with such a normal conversation that could flow on its own.

"A month, maybe?" He questioned himself. "Honestly, I didn't really think about it until now." He followed you back down the hall that would hopefully be filled with picture frames and decoration by tomorrow night.

"My mom usually takes any opportunity to make something else into her garden," he tagged on fondly. "Maybe she'd even let you choose what to plant there."

You laughed, stepping onto the gray concrete and making your way to the last box sitting next to the car. You would've come up with a reply, but you noticed him eyeing the box at your feet. "I can get this one." You tapped the box with the tip of your shoe. "It's just some plants." You looked back up at him, but he was reading the out-of-state license plate that still had yet to be replaced.

He's an observant one.

"What'd you move up here for?" He asked, meeting your stare with an innocent question in those big brown eyes. They made your pulse flutter again.

"College," you started, hooking your fingers with one another to give yourself something to fumble with. "Um, MIT, actually," you awkwardly chuckled your choice of university. Not that it was a bad university, far from it, and you could tell it piqued a new interest behind those eyes.

"Hey, no way, I go there too," he revealed.

"Really?"

He nodded, humming to match. He crossed his arms, head tilting in cute curiosity and narrowed eyes giving you another once-over. He almost smirked, but it faded when his eyes darted away for a moment. His lips pursed in thought, and to suppress that sneaking grin. There was a shift in the mood and a pep in his stance as he leaned a little closer.

"Maybe I'll show you around sometime," he smoothly offered. That smirk from earlier was sneaking back in to curl at the corner of his lips. His tone was so confident, privileged even, like he was giving you an opportunity. For all you knew, he was. "Around campus, or around the town," he continued with a shurg. "I'd say the neighborhood, but it's not all that interesting," he said the last party quietly like an embarrassing secret with a shake of his head and a teasing grin that grew more with your smile. This sudden shift in demeanor didn't fly over your head, and neither did that suggestion. You already knew that you'd be damned to take him up on his offer, but damned if you didn't. Your teeth dragged over your bottom lip, debating, but it caught another audience in the quick flick of dark eyes. Even with burning cheeks that hopefully weren't noticeable and your tone shy again, you were confident in your answer. "I'd like that."

He accepted your answer without any change in expression other than flicking eyes studying yours, but he did take it as his cue to take his leave. "If you need anything," he trailed off, taking a few steps back. He paused. "I never got your name."

"(Y/N)," you replied without hesitation, smiling giddily at hearing it repeated in that honeyed tone.

"If you need anything, (Y/N), remember I'm right next door." Oh, you'd remember, alright. You realized as he was turning step to leave again that you hadn't thanked him, and you still hadn't learned his name.

"Thanks, uh-"

He turned on his heels, still backing away. "Tony," he spoke his name so proudly, like he had been waiting for you to ask. It was the first smile you'd cracked from him, and hopefully not the last. Smug looked good on him. "Tony Stark."

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MBBS Admission in India: A Step-by-Step Guide for Aspiring Doctors

Pursuing a Bachelor of Medicine, Bachelor of Surgery (MBBS) in India is a dream for many students who aspire to become doctors. Known for its rigorous training, experienced faculty, and diverse clinical exposure, an MBBS degree from India holds significant value. However, the journey to securing a seat in a reputed medical college is competitive and requires a clear understanding of the admission process. This article provides a comprehensive guide on MBBS admission in India, covering eligibility criteria, entrance exams, top colleges, and the application process.

1. Eligibility Criteria for MBBS in India

Before applying for MBBS in India, candidates must ensure they meet the eligibility requirements:

Educational Qualification: Candidates should have completed 10+2 or equivalent from a recognized board, with Physics, Chemistry, and Biology as core subjects. English is also a mandatory subject.

Minimum Marks: General category students need a minimum of 50% marks in 10+2, while reserved category candidates (SC/ST/OBC) must have at least 40% marks.

Age Limit: The minimum age for MBBS admission is 17 years as of December 31 of the admission year. The upper age limit is 25 years for general category candidates and 30 years for reserved category candidates.

2. Entrance Exams for MBBS in India

The primary gateway to MBBS admission in India is through entrance exams. The most prominent one is:

NEET UG (National Eligibility cum Entrance Test - Undergraduate): Conducted by the National Testing Agency (NTA), NEET UG is a national-level entrance exam mandatory for all students seeking MBBS admission in India. The exam tests candidates' knowledge in Physics, Chemistry, and Biology, with additional questions on general aptitude and ethics.

Other Notable Entrance Exams:

AIIMS MBBS: Earlier, AIIMS had its entrance exam, but now admissions are based on NEET UG scores.

JIPMER MBBS: Like AIIMS, JIPMER’s separate entrance exam has been replaced by NEET UG for admissions.

3. Top MBBS Colleges in India

India boasts some of the world’s most prestigious medical institutions. Here are a few of the top colleges offering MBBS programs:

All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), New Delhi: Known for its state-of-the-art facilities and research opportunities, AIIMS Delhi is the top choice for medical aspirants in India.

Christian Medical College (CMC), Vellore: Renowned for its clinical expertise and high standards of medical education, CMC Vellore is a leading institution.

Maulana Azad Medical College (MAMC), New Delhi: MAMC is highly regarded for its academic excellence and extensive clinical training.

Armed Forces Medical College (AFMC), Pune: AFMC is a premier medical institution that offers education and training in the field of medicine under the Ministry of Defence.

Jawaharlal Institute of Postgraduate Medical Education & Research (JIPMER), Puducherry: JIPMER is known for its quality education and healthcare services.

King George's Medical University (KGMU), Lucknow: KGMU is one of the oldest and most reputed medical universities in India.

Kasturba Medical College (KMC), Manipal: KMC Manipal is a leading private medical college known for its world-class infrastructure and faculty.

4. Application Process for MBBS in India

The application process for MBBS admission in India typically involves several steps:

NEET UG Registration: Candidates must register for NEET UG on the official NTA website. The process includes filling out personal details, uploading required documents, and paying the exam fee.

NEET UG Examination: After registration, candidates appear for the NEET UG exam, which is held once a year. The exam consists of multiple-choice questions from Physics, Chemistry, and Biology.

Result and Rank Declaration: The NTA declares the NEET UG results, including candidates’ scores and All India Rank (AIR).

Counseling Process: Based on their NEET UG ranks, candidates participate in the counseling process conducted by the Medical Counseling Committee (MCC) for All India Quota seats and by respective state authorities for State Quota seats. During counseling, candidates can choose their preferred colleges.

Document Verification: After seat allotment, candidates must submit their documents for verification, including 10th and 12th-grade mark sheets, NEET UG scorecard, identity proof, and category certificates (if applicable).

Admission Confirmation: Candidates must report to the allotted college, complete the admission formalities, and pay the required fees to secure their seat.

5. Fee Structure for MBBS in India

The fee structure for MBBS courses in India varies significantly depending on the type of institution:

Government Medical Colleges: Fees are relatively low, ranging from INR 10,000 to INR 1,00,000 per year.

Private Medical Colleges: Fees are higher, typically ranging from INR 10,00,000 to INR 25,00,000 per year.

Deemed Universities: These institutions have higher fee structures, ranging from INR 15,00,000 to INR 40,00,000 per year.

6. Conclusion

Securing an MBBS seat in India is a highly competitive process, but with thorough preparation and a clear understanding of the admission requirements, it is achievable. The journey involves meeting the eligibility criteria, performing well in the NEET UG exam, and carefully navigating the counseling process. India’s medical education system offers robust training, diverse clinical exposure, and a strong foundation for a successful medical career.

By following this guide and staying informed about the latest updates in the MBBS admission process, aspiring doctors can take the first step towards achieving their dreams of studying MBBS in India and making a significant impact in the healthcare sector.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 6 months ago

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Multi-family home, (the one on the left), that is being used as an Airbnb, (here we go with another Airbnb for sale), that was built in 1865 in Shamokin, PA. It has a total of 8bds, 7ba, and still holds a lot of the original charm. I think that it would be better as a rental for long-term apts., and it is only $285K. Right now, it's an interesting situation. I can't believe you get both homes for this price. Too bad they didn't paint the facade of the other one.

Looks like there is a double foyer entrance to the building. It still has the lamp on the newel post.

The original entrance halls and curving staircases to the apt. buildings are still perfectly intact.

The molding around the sitting room and the fireplace are still there.

Then, it switches to a beautiful oak dining room. Look at the inlaid in the floor. (You can get a glimpse of a powder room on the left.)

Then it goes into an updated kitchen that has an original door to the deck. Look at the floor.

This large bedroom looks like it may have been another sitting room at one time. The floors in this home are so beautiful.

There is a semi-vintage en-suite bath.

Notice how they painted every room gray & white b/c it's for sale.

This is bizarre. You know that this lovely room with a curved wall was not a big shower room, originally. It's just to accommodate the Airbnb. I would tear it out.

They utilized several other rooms to make baths. Look at the original floor in here.

Check this out- They found a signed wall by a wallpaper hanger in 1889 and they framed it. Nice paint around it. Duh. At least make it even.

So, these bedrooms were originally covered in wallpaper.

In the basement, it looks like the washer leaked, or something.

This is cool- that door must be to the original coal room.

On this floor, they made a one room combination kitchenette, living/dining room.

Very large bedroom.

I'm getting confused. I'm lost- here's another separate rental. The hall stairs lead directly into this room.

There's a pretty nice bath in here.

And here's another large living area with a kitchen. What confuses me is the openness.

It looks like a common area for the Airbnb.

And, this would be a private bedroom.

And, finally, there's another bedroom with a sitting area.

What is this beautiful piano doing in the basement? I wonder if it conveys. This is the basement for the other side.

Deck and covered patio on the back of the home. I would definitely not keep this as an Airbnb.

There's a path and fence separating the yards.

The yards are split by a fence. Would be perfect to either sell or rent long term. 8,276 sq ft lot. Looks like they made themselves a parking pad on one side.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/218-220-E-Sunbury-St-Shamokin-PA-17872/2077863830_zpid/?

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Direct Admission in Symbiosis Pune Through Management Quota

Symbiosis Institute of Technology (SIT), a part of Symbiosis International University (SIU), is established under the Technical Education Quality Improvement Program (TEQIP) by the Ministry of Human Resource Development (MHRD), Government of India. This initiative aims to enhance the quality of technical education in India by upgrading infrastructure facilities to international standards. SIT Pune has become a prominent institute, offering a range of undergraduate and postgraduate courses in engineering and technology, with a notable placement record of 95% graduates recruited annually by top companies like Accenture, Capgemini, and Wipro Technologies.

For students aspiring to join SIT Pune through direct admission in Symbiosis Pune through management quota, the process is straightforward but requires careful attention to detail. Applicants must take the Symbiosis Integrated Entrance Examination (SIT-EEE), with scores used across Symbiosis colleges, though cut-offs vary by institution. Prospective students should also apply separately to their chosen institute, such as SIBM Pune.

Steps to Secure Direct Admission

Consult Reliable Education Agents: Engage with trustworthy education consultants who have established contacts within Symbiosis Pune to guide you through the management quota admission process.

Prepare Necessary Documents: Gather academic transcripts, passport-sized photographs, ID proof, transfer certificate, and entrance exam scorecards (if applicable).

Contact the University: Reach out to the specific Symbiosis institute for the latest admission updates, application dates, and eligibility criteria.

Submit Application and Fees: Complete the application form and pay the required admission fees.

Admission Process for B. Tech at Symbiosis Pune

Payment and Document Upload: Make an online payment for registration and upload necessary documents for verification.

Branch Allocation: Based on your scores, a preferred branch will be allotted.

Course Fee Payment: Pay your course fee to confirm the seat in your preferred course.

Required Documents

Statement of marks from the last qualifying examination

Passing certificate from the last qualifying examination

Transfer certificate from the last attended institution

Original migration certificate from the previous board/university

Caste certificate (if applicable)

Disability certificate (if applicable)

Jammu & Kashmir migrant certificate (if applicable)

Aadhar card

Government-issued photo ID (Driving License, PAN Card, Passport, etc.)

Eligibility Criteria

For First-Year Admission: 10+2 with a minimum of 45% aggregate for general category (40% for reserved categories).

For Direct Second-Year Admission: A diploma course, diploma in vocational course, or B.Sc. degree with at least 45% marks (40% for SC/ST category) and passed H.S.C with mathematics.

Courses and Seat Intake

Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning: 30 seats

Computer Science: 60 seats

Information Technology: 60 seats

Civil Engineering: 60 seats

Electronics and Telecommunication: 120 seats

Mechanical Engineering: 120 seats

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Thank you! I had a great time! ^^

Don't sell yourself short! From what I've seen in these responses alone, you are VERY good at noticing things and connecting them to existing ideas or exploring alternate possibilities. You've made several points that forced me to reconsider my theories to see if they still work with those ideas. And while that may not have changed my mind, it made my theories evolve and improve by adding more details to them. Something that I'm always excited about!

But yeah, this is literally me when it comes to Don't Starve! xD

Have you been in the fandom since the beginning? If not, well, let's just say that I've had some time to think about all this (ever since I got into the lore in 2013). Every update just adds more fuel to the fire with the little hints that can be found all over the place (although I wasn't active in the fandom for several years until I returned in 2022, so I had to do my own share of catching up then).

Still, I'm not claiming I'm necessarily right about any of this stuff. It's just the conclusion I've reached, and Klei could easily prove me wrong any day.

And no worries about not covering every point I made, or rambling about something else in your responses. I literally did just that myself in my previous response, and will probably do it again! Just say whatever you want to!

And if I misunderstand a point you made, feel free to correct me and elaborate further on the matter. I don't mind at all. ^^

It's a pity that my computer is a potato so I can't actually go to explore the caves myself in-game, so I have to rely on reading character quotes. But you are right, Maxwell is certainly unfamiliar with the Archives. The rest of the caves are familiar to him and he mentions some things he's done there previously. Obviously we have very little lore explaining the Archives as of yet (I hear that Klei is currently working on a big cave update, so perhaps we'll get some more this fall), but I wonder if these were the ”previous Ancients” - the generation from the Ancient Fuelweaver's time. Clearly they worshipped Alter, which didn't seem to be the case with the Ancients that we have some lore of. But I guess they could have just had different religions among them, and the moon worshippers lived separately from the ones that got consumed by the nightmare fuel.

That wouldn't explain why they are also gone if they didn't mess with the nightmare fuel though, which is why I suspect they already existed and died before that generation, leaving Alter as a forgotten deity. But all of that is a pure guess for now.

Oh yes, I remember those mirrors too! I remember wondering if Maxwell used the mirror in his apartment as an entrance to the Constant – or whatever world he was in when he was watching Charlie through the portrait. But while that may be true, mirrors have certainly gained a new meaning since then, and I will keep my eye on them in the updates to come as well.

Which also brings my mind back to another mystery I haven't solved as of yet, assuming there is a deeper reason for it; why did Maxwell scribble over all the faces of William in photos? Or if Maxwell didn't do that, then who did? Because the portrait he was using as a window normally had William on it, and his face wasn't scribbled over when he returned to his apartment. But a bit later it had been scribbled over just like the many photos we've seen of him... I doubt it's just a case of him hating who he used to be, but something more sinister... It gives me ideas, but nothing that has any evidence to support it...

I always wondered if Metheus IS Them, or at least a part of Them, since Metheus and Charlie seem to be a package deal now and there is certainly more of Them. Maybe that entire generation ”lost their heads” and ended up becoming corrupted and joining Them.

I do think that Metheus is a victim as well, rather than the origin of Them, so the dark mastermind that transformed all these poor, tortured souls into nightmare goop still remains a mystery... But the shape of the Crawling Horrors and Terrorbeaks does resemble that of the Ancients (as seen with the more corrupted statues). Someone pointed out that the monster meat even has a similar shape (take those implications as you will). Which leads me to believe that the shadow monsters are all remnants of that Ancient civilization, but they've completely lost their identities and memories and anything resembling sentience. Most of them, that is.

Speaking of the Ancients, I remembered noticing something curious from back when I was writing my fic. Looking at the statues revealed that the more corrupted ones seemed to be somewhat covered in hair (as well as nightmare fuel of course) – similar to what happens with rabbits or bunnymen with insanity, although obviously petrified in this case, which is a strange detail for a race that resembles insects or lobsters, but that's what I gathered from zooming in on the images. The corruption certainly causes some physical transformation / mutation to happen even before ”shedding their skins”...

It's funny and sort of cute how much Maxwell clearly loved his monsters and how proud he is for the ones he created. I wonder if he created the Ancient Guardian as well or if he was a being that already existed when he arrived. I think that most of the creatures on the surface were Maxwell's design, and the corruption mainly affects creatures underground (think of the monkeys for example). Rabbits are likely affected because they burrow underground. Which would explain why the Dragonfly is fine. The "nightmare cycles" only happen underground causing the creatures in the caves / ruins to corrupt and mutate. The cave entrances were probably sealed to keep it from spreading any further. Must have been some desperate times... And again, Maxwell had been in the caves, and he confirms that he was the one that closed the entrances...

I'm thinking of the rock lobsters too. Maxwell says he banished them there for a reason, and I really wish he'd elaborate on that. xD

Also, if Klei specified that Maxwell was the first human on the Throne, that certainly leaves the idea of the endless cycle open. Maxwell was likely the first human in that whole world! They have likely been dragging beings from other worlds / dimensions there for ever and ever... But that makes me wonder how did the Codex Umbra end up on Earth. But the key to that is more likely related to Wagstaff and his experiments, one way or another. I'll just leave it at that for now, since I know way more about Maxwell than him.

And yes, the cycle with the Gate is definitely letting Them escape – little piece at a time in the form of nightmare fuel and pure horror as you pointed out... It's very similar to what happened in the murals. Using the shadow magic allowed more and more of the entity to leak through until all the seals were broken and it started running wild and leaving devastation in its wake... I sincerely believe the Fuelweaver with those warnings of an impending disaster... >_<

And I see what you meant now, and it makes a lot of sense! If you've seen my post-Throne Maxwell art, you know that I tend to draw him with the darkened, clawed hands myself. I thought of it more as corruption followed by being directly linked to Them through the Throne attached to his arms and legs and probably getting nightmare fuel basically injected directly to his veins to keep him alive for an eternity while he's unable to leave his seat to do things like... well... eat. Powered by nightmares alone until that connection is severed... But his hands are indeed pale there. I always wondered if they got drawn black later because he covered them with gloves, but there is no conclusive evidence. Your theory is plausible though, and goes well together with that idea of the Ancient Fuelweaver being basically his future when more and more of his body gets replaced by shadow goop...

No matter what was happening or about to happen to Maxwell's body on the Throne, we certainly saw what it was doing to his mind pretty clearly. His projection that appears in the beginning of each chapter keeps getting more and more distorted and inhuman. Clearly Maxwell was forgetting how to human, and his grip on even his own appearance was slipping. He was just about to lose himself to Them...

Which is another thing I like to talk about, even when it's a very old theory, but it probably started all THIS (gestures at the entire post) for me, as I figured that the Adventure Mode Maxwells are either an extra detailed shadow puppet, or more likely, a projection of Maxwell's mental image of himself displayed in the dreams of the player character, because he only appeared when the character was lying down on the ground unconscious, and vanished as soon as they got up. In the epilogue you can see one next to the real Maxwell without being knocked out though (if you try to use the portal there), which is interesting. But that's likely possible because Maxwell himself is in the same room. Just a little bit of something to think about. xD

Yeah, the rose is such a huge red flag! Wendy was even following the trail of petals to the cave, and turned out they weren't from Abigail's flower, so we know which flower shedded those petals... >_<

And we'll definitely need to wait for a while for that update, since it should be the last one of the series of skilltree updates, and likely comes with massive lore! But I'll enjoy the ride no matter how long it takes. I've already been here for 10+ years, I can wait some more. ^^

I pretty much explained the thought I had for the rose. There were some additional possibilities in my mind, like maybe Charlie is vanishing, leaving only the shadow half haunting the night. But seeing that the rose had two flowers and both of them were nearly destroyed makes me think that whatever fate awaits Charlie, awaits both of them...

okay OP, in your recent art you mentioned that "you will explain if needed" and gave a detailed explanation of what might have happened (to Charlie and Maxwell).

I'd LOVE to hear more of your thoughts, and the "explanation" that you said you'd provide (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

ps i really like your art.

Oh! Hello there! 👀

And yes indeed I did. Alright then, get ready for the brainrot. xD

For a long time I've thought that Charlie died and came back wrong, and in the recent updates there have been several things hinting at it.

Here is a list of the ones I can remember right now:

Maxwell says ”There's a story behind that...” when inspecting a touch stone.

After the recent update, the ”dark side” Winona can sense traces of Charlie on the touch stone, confirming it's related to her (the quotes vary).

In the Encore animated short, there is a brief flashback of Charlie with the Ancient Fuelweaver behind her, and then her Chess piece is seen falling and sinking inside a black square on the board - some heavy symbolism there, sparing us from the gory details, I guess...

In Charlie's stageplay, the doll that represents her breaks, but she's brought back to life by the Mirror (Them?) - alive but different, as she says.

And then there are things that fall more into the headcanon territory, until more evidence comes up that either proves or debunks those ideas entirely, but I'll explain those as well, since they heavily influece my art inspiration.

I subscribe to the idea that the two characters in the ancient murals represent Maxwell and Charlie themselves in their early years in the Constant (but depicted by the locals that were unfamiliar with human anatomy). Time moves differently in that world so it could have been thousands of years ago, but the two made contact with the locals and briefly improved their life through the use of Their magic – until it backfired and the entity that must have been sealed for a reason broke free. Assuming the character with the torch really is Charlie, she died protecting Maxwell from the consequences of his own mistakes. In the final mural image, only her cracked head can be seen.

Another headcanon I have comes from the fact that one of shadow Charlie's arms seems to be entirely made of shadows (curiously, there are also arm bones attached to the touch stone, although they could have belonged to a pigman too, like the heads), so I think that whatever happened to her basically shattered her to pieces, and some pieces may still be missing - like that arm. But details like this are only a headcanon for now.

This also falls in the time period between 1906 and 1910-ish, when apparently some crazy stuff happened that Klei hasn't showed us much about – yet (according to their own post some years ago). ^^

So based on all this, my idea is that Maxwell summoned the Fuelweaver (as seen in the murals), but he messed up big time and Charlie got caught in the crossfire trying to protect Maxwell. She died a gruesome death (that may have torn her to pieces even more brutally than in my drawing). Maxwell in his desperation made the touch stone in a hurry (which is why it looks so rough compared to all his other constructs), carried what was left of Charlie there, and made a deal with Them to bring Charlie back to life no matter the cost. And they did. They just didn't bring her back exactly like she used to be, and she would probably fall to pieces and die instantly if she was separated from the entity that she now shares the body with...

I think Maxwell had been able to move freely in the Constant (maybe even out of it, based on his disappearances earlier) until then, but deals like that come with a price, so he lost his freedom and became Their tool (sold his soul to save Charlie?). Or something like that anyway.

There are also the parallels between Charlie and Abigail with their connection to their special flowers, as highlighted in the newest animated video. Charlie just might be another ghost inside a flower herself, but thanks to Them, she got to keep her body, or at least a form that resembles her body.. But I prefer to think that her actual broken body is still a part of the deal, as messed up as that is. We already know that They can keep a body that should have died a long time ago alive for an eternity, thanks to Maxwell. When he was released from the Nightmare Throne and time caught up to him, he didn't just die, he turned to a skeleton that crumbled to dust in an instant..! That's some old corpse, but he'd been conscious all that time because They wouldn't let him die.

So yeah, these happy thoughts inspired that piece. I might draw more about that if I still feel like it later. :D

#reply #3447 #thank you for your input once again #you have a clever mind #which makes me excited to talk about the possibilities #OrangE mentioned me in a very unflattering context but I took it as a compliment #I consider it an achievement #and he was not wrong #looking at this post I'm a pretty good example of the community brainrot indeed #but I wouldn't have it any other way #more fun #long post is long #don't starve #theory #theories #maxwell #charlie #JeMiChi talking #the brainrot intensifies

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“It seems I’ll be going to see Hunter Kang Soyoung late this afternoon… Will that be alright?”

Noah said, lingering at the building’s entrance. Now that I thought about it, it was supposed to be Kang Soyoung’s birthday today. With the cruise ship blowing up the day before, Seseung was likely being punished along with its guild leader. It seemed like the atmosphere this year would be pretty lousy, just like last year’s.

“Yes, of course. There are many other Hunters, so please don’t worry.”

Yerimie might be away on business but Yoohyunie was in the building right next door, and Sunghan-ssi could be counted on as well.

“Noah-ssi, will you be alright though? Riette will probably be there as well, so won’t that be uncomfortable?”

“As it’ll be difficult to have a proper gathering after what happened yesterday. We’ve agreed to meet separately. Since most of Hunter Kang Soyoung’s acquaintances are high-ranking Hunters, we’re planning to visit her at individually designated times.”

Ah, that was true. Yerimie and Moon Hyuna were probably going, too, since they seemed to be close with Kang Soyoung as well, and that already made four S-rank Hunters. Having a gathering on the heels of yesterday’s snafu would cross the line between lacking tact to actively engaging in something that would give Section Chief Song ulcers.

…but meeting together separately, wasn’t that kind of like a date. Reflexively, I stared at Noah. These two people looked quite good together as well. Noah might be acting standoffish, but if he was willing to go to see her for her birthday, it didn’t seem like he was too opposed to her.

‘Moreover, Soyoung-ssi says she likes him.’

I had been meeting with Kang Soyoung from time to time because of Comet, and honestly, towards Yoohyunie… She didn’t seem interested. As a hyung, I was grieved, but it was to the point where I wondered if the scandal from before Returning had been nothing but a case of yellow journalism. Yoohyun didn’t bring up anything regarding Kang Soyoung, either.

“Noah-ssi is cut-- handsome no matter what you wear, but you should make sure to dress neatly when you go.”

“Eh? Yes.”

“For a birthday, it has to be a bouquet.”

“...flowers?”

“If Noah-ssi was holding a big bouquet, it would definitely look charming.”

A bouquet of red roses, robust enough for an armful. It would look perfect. Of course, the outfit should be a white sui… Maybe that was going too far. That would probably put things at the level of a wedding or engagement, at minimum a proposal.

Telling him to hurry and get ready, and that he could also go to Haeyeon for assistance, I sent him off and got on the elevator by myself. I called Myungwoo, but his phone might have been damaged from being submerged, as he didn’t answer.

It was impossible to reach the penthouses at the top of the building without changing elevators at least once. It had been designed so that you would have to clear a security checkpoint at the halfway mark, before switching to the other elevator. The top three floors had been renovated into residential areas, but they weren’t even half filled yet.

As the uppermost apartment, Myungwoo’s living space wasn’t very big. That was because he had specifically requested a smaller room with a larger kitchen, saying that too much space would just be inconvenient--he had a separate workshop and the Golden Forge he could go into at any time, after all.

‘Should I ring the bell.’

I hesitated in front of the door. I knew the door code to get in, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous and barge in when he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. But going to the effort of ringing the bell also seemed awkward. While I was dawdling, the door opened.

“What’re you doing instead of coming in?”

“Huh? Um.”

Everything seemed to be the same as normal. Plucking Chirpie from the top of my head, I walked inside. Since there were loose magic stones and magic dust abound at Myungwoo’s place, I had to be extra careful.

Sunlight streamed into the living room, which was fairly sizable when compared to the rest of the apartment. As soon as I sat down on the sofa, Chirpie started to fuss.

- Chirp chirp!

“Nuh-uh. It hasn’t even been that long since you last ate.”

- Cheep! Chirp!

Watching it flap its wings at the table was just like watching a little kid making grabby hands at it. Seeing how cute it looked while flapping its little wings, I almost got taken in for a moment. But it was still impossible. That’s an A-grade magic stone, Chirpie.

“Here, eat this and settle down.”

I fed the shard of a D-grade magic stone taken from my inventory into its beak. Its eyes never left the table, but it still quieted down for the moment.

“About yesterday.”

I began as Myungwoo brought over some snacks, carefully watching his reaction.

“Did the other Hunters get on your nerves a lot while you guys were in the Forge?”

“Not really.”

Contained on the plate were thinly-chopped jerky and dried fruit. It looked similar to apple slices, but the inside flesh was red. It didn’t seem to be persimmons, either, so what was it.

“It’s a fruit that came from a Dungeon. It was deemed edible, so I tried making something. Since it’ll be capable of going into inventories.”

“The jerky too?”

“Not that. Though they said that esculent monsters exist too.”

The higher the rank, the more likely they were to be poisonous, but there were lower-rank monsters that were tasty even by normal standards. Right now, it was met with a lot of hesitancy, but later on it would be sold as a premium ingredient. Since it was possible to store it in your inventory, it was often used in the creation of provisions used for Dungeon expeditions.

Even now, most expeditions utilized drinking water taken from Dungeons. Including the worth of the bottle, the market price for one 500ml bottle was 10,000 won. Apparently, this was because the container was made from Dungeon ingredients, and the water transportation fee, and because it was supposedly still cheaper than the cost of hiring a healer for testing and purification purposes.

“This, it’s tasty.”

Anything Myungwoo made was always tasty, but even the plain dried fruit tasted good. The jerky also felt tender enough and had the flavor of well-cooked meat. The kind I had tried before couldn’t even compare. It was as if the categories were completely different.

“It’s just that Noah-ssi had mentioned--not that it was tattling, he just seemed to be worried--that you seemed to have been upset.”

“There’s no reason I would’ve been in a good mood.”

Pausing from chewing on the jerky, I turned my eyes towards Myungwoo. I locked eyes with Myungwoo as he leaned against the sofa. His expression was as heavy as his voice.

“I’ve come to regret making Eunhae for you.”

“...huh?”

“I made Eunhae because I wanted to protect you, Yoojin-ah, and not because I wanted you to throw out your own safety.”

“That’s……”

“If Eunhae didn’t exist, then you would’ve evacuated to the Forge, too, instead of putting yourself forward.”

That was true. I definitely would’ve gone with them. Since I wasn’t reckless enough to endanger myself if I didn’t have a means of protection.

“Sheltering other people while the person I want to protect is left outside, there’s no way I would be happy considering the circumstances. Especially if, on top of that, it came about because of an item I made.”

“It’s definitely not your fault!”

I spoke hurriedly.

“I’ve received so much support from you. And you made Eunhae according to my request. To be honest, I did take on a handful of dangerous situations while trusting in Eunhae. But Myungwoo, without the items you’ve made, I might not even be sitting here in one piece.”

Even if I had lived quietly, it was unlikely that that king of curse and poison-type dragons, Diarma, would have left me be. Since he had already realized how precious I was to Yoohyun. A similar incident would have occurred, and it would have been impossible to overwhelm the human-dragon hybrid without the help of an item that nullified damage.

“It’s not that I’m unaware of it, but.”

Myungwoo gave a small sigh.

“Why does it have to be you, Yoojin-ah.”

“...huh?”

“I can’t help thinking that kind of thing. It should be fine for you to just stay protected within the rearing facility. Other than myself, there are others who share the same sentiment, so it should definitely be possible.”

“That’s, I…”

I had something I needed to get back. And moreover. I had the things I had received. My skills, most of the skills I had right now were……

“...I’ve mentioned before. The difficulty level of Dungeons will keep rising, so we need to be prepared for that. And I’ll be focusing on raising monsters as much as possible.”

“I’d be happy if that was the case.”

Myungwoo was about to say something more, but stopped after searching my expression. A short silence fell. After wrestling back the thoughts that tried to fill my head, I asked him lightly, as if nothing was wrong.

“If you don’t have anything going on, do you want to go by a Dungeon really quickly?”

I was curious about how the volleyball’s preparations were going, and I also had something I wanted to ask. And it seemed like it would be good for Myungwoo to meet with the volleyball at least once, too. I’d already given him a brief explanation about the system as it related to Ismoire and the Forge, but having it described versus actually seeing it would feel different.

“To a low-rank Dungeon… Just a sec.”

Contacting Haeyeon, I asked if there were any low-ranking Dungeons under conservation that we would be able to go into at present. If it was a Dungeon under a guild’s supervision, we would be able to enter immediately without going through a bidding process.

I requested a reservation upon hearing that there was an E-rank available, and received a call shortly after submitting my request. It was my dongsaeng.

[You’re planning to enter a Dungeon?]

“Yeah. With Myungwoo. So we can meet with the volleyball, too.”

As the Dungeon was only an E-rank, we probably wouldn’t encounter any problems, but if we did.. But Noah wouldn’t be available. Neither was Yerimie. Then, as if it were natural, Sung Hyunjae came to mind. Even though I needed to write him off now, he kept turning up. If things were the same as before, I might have called Sung Hyunjae and told him to hand over a Dungeon from the start. With a word, he probably would’ve prepared everything and even come to pick us up.

I couldn’t change in one morning, so it would probably keep happening for a while.

“I was thinking about taking Peace and Blue too. Velare… probably won’t be necessary. It should be enough with those two.”

Velare was still young, and fairly nimble, so Myungwoo might get caught in the crossfire if she lost control from excitement. Since Myungwoo didn’t have an innate resistance to poison. Even if I’d detoxify him immediately, it was better to prevent such a dangerous situation from happening in the first place.

[Should I come along?]

“It’s okay. You’re working on the MKC case right now, aren’t you. You said you’d been testing the items.”

[That’s true, but.]

“I’ll be back before dinner. Don’t worry too much.”

Yoohyun hesitated for a while before telling me okay. He wasn’t leading with a ‘no’ like before, but it seemed like he was still worried as always. I was the same way.

Soon, Haeyeon contacted me to let me know they would get both the Dungeon and a means of transportation ready. In order to travel with us, Blue was brought over via a van with sufficient storage space for transit. The size was adequate for now, but we would probably need to use a cargo truck for her once she got a bit bigger.

‘I might need to look into procuring a vehicle and a chauffeur too.’

Though that much should probably be covered through my contract with Haeyeon. Instead of making a request over the phone like just now, I should get a formal contract in place.

But I’d need to take care of my bookkeeping before I could do that. Right now, I didn’t even have a clear idea of what my accumulated wealth amounted to. And how had the rearing facility been registered again. I had left all of that to Haeyeon, so……

‘Since I can’t do everything by myself, I definitely need a person, another person.’

While waiting for the Dungeon expedition preparations to be completed, I contacted Do Hamin to let him know that I needed to track someone down. Unfortunately, they seemed to have changed their phone recently, as Do Hamin’s skill was unable to find them, so he told me that he would connect me to a dependable detective agency instead.

It seemed like I’d end up having to recruit additional personnel anyway. Though it’d be difficult to find people I could trust on short notice.

We headed into the building with the E-rank Dungeon, and I knocked on the gate three times. As soon as we went inside, Blue started jumping around.

- Kiaaau!

She appeared to be surprised by the snow that suddenly appeared underfoot, and pawed at the air towards the flurries coming down. The surprise only lasted for a moment before her excitement level shot up like a puppy’s after seeing her first snow. At my side, Peace gave a flick of his tail as he observed Blue’s behavior. Somehow, the act almost seemed disdainful.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“This much is fine.”

Myungwoo said, without putting on the overcoat that had been prepared.

“But this place is… A bit peculiar.”

“Since it’s not a regular Dungeon.”

“No, it’s not that.”

Myungwoo examined our surroundings through narrowed eyes.

“...making it like this.”

“Hm?”

“It’s a type of… Like a building, or an item. I can’t pick out all the details, but even something like this can be made, huh.”

What was he saying. Just then, a volleyball bounced towards us. Discovering the white ball, Blue was overjoyed and flung herself onto it, only to bounce off immediately.

- Kya!

[Honey! And Blacksmith is here today as well! Hello!]

Approaching Myungwoo, the volleyball started circling him.

“This is……”

[I’m the Newcomer! I’m the one who made this place!]

“Ah, is that so.”

Myungwoo responded politely.

“Your workmanship is impressive.”

[Isn’t it? My sunbaes were also surprised by my knack for this kind of thing.]

The Newcomer’s tone suggested that it would be swaggering if it had a body to accomplish it with. I’d heard it mention before that it’d created this space for me, but listening to the two converse made me look at my surroundings with new eyes. It was just a forest with snow falling, but it had been created. To be precise, that volleyball had been the one to make this place.

‘Though we also use things like sets for filming.’

It was as though it was a super deluxe upgraded version… That kind of feeling. But how had Myungwoo managed to grasp all of that with just a single glance.

[Um, Honey, there’s still time left until our promised deadline, so why have you come by?]

The Newcomer said, blocking me off from outside. It seemed gloomy, like a subcontractor who had just received an injunction to speed things up. This volleyball guy was odd every now and then. Though it should be a way higher and more powerful existence than me, compared to the other Reprobates, how should I put it, it felt kind of human.

…except when it was talking about Yoohyunie.

“I had something I wanted to ask. About the magic stone in my chest. A fraction of Chain’s, Sung Hyunjae’s fragment went into it--is it really true that the fragment won’t be able to have any influence over it?”

At my question, the volleyball tilted as if cocking its head.

[Yes. Since it’s only a fragment. It’s normal that it wouldn’t be able to exert any influence. As long as Chain is human.]

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Bundle of joy [Sirius Black x Reader] ['What they call home' OS] - Requested

Title: Bundle of joy Pairing: Sirius Black x Lestrange!Female!Reader Word count: 1.4k Published: 9 May, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: When you realise there’s a little baby growing in your belly, it terrifies you. Both you and Sirius had a rough childhood and now that there’s a new life inside you, your ability to raise a child concerns you, especially as you’re in the middle of a war. Notes: Part of the series What they call home, but can be read separately. Request: [x] by Anonymous

"Because I love Drama and the Lestrange X Sirius so much - Could you do an extra OS where Lestrange tells him that she is pregnant? Before that she is very distant (Generally afraid of the pregnancy and afraid of becoming like her parents as a mother) and often met a healer from the Order to ask what she is allowed to do/ not to do. 😊 (Of course only if you have time to do it)"

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It’s been 2 weeks. 2 whole weeks since you found out. 14 days exactly. 336 hours, 20160 minutes, 1209600 seconds. However you kept calculating, it still felt like forever. There was no doubt, no way to avoid the inevitable. As you walked out of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, you were trying to grasp the idea of having a tiny human growing in your belly. A life that you were to nurture for the next 7 months within you. You were supposed to be happy, full of life, planning creative ways to tell all your loved ones. But how could you. The only thoughts that came to you were anything but positive. Your parents made your life a living hell, your bothers were death eaters and as difficult it was to admit it, you were one of them, even though you didn’t agree with their views.

How were you supposed to raise a child when the only examples you have been taught were how to hate? How were you to raise a child when you didn’t even know how to hold one? But most of all, how were you to tell Sirius, the man who meant more to you than anyone in your life? Children or family for that matter never came up in your conversations. You just couldn’t imagine walking up to him, stating your findings as simple facts. The man would have gotten a heart attack.

You were seated in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and an enchanted polaroid photo of a tiny smudge that barely even resembled a baby just yet. You jumped in your seat as you heard the entrance door open and quickly hid the photo in your pocket. It wasn’t the right time, you weren’t ready to tell him just yet.

Sirius walked towards the kitchen, halting in the doorway, peeking in the room to catch a sight of you. “Hello, love,” he called with a soft smile across his face. As he approached you, his steps felt heavy and uncertain. But it was no surprise to you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked as he stepped beside you and hinted a small kiss on the top of your hair, but once again, just like you have done many times before, you pulled away from him.

“I’m— I’m good,” you replied with a faux smile, trying to stop him from worrying, but you knew he realised your distant behaviour. He kneeled beside your chair, getting hold of your hands, holding them gently, drawing little circles on your knuckles.

“I know something is wrong. I know you are trying to hide something. If you are not ready to tell me, that is fine, but please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded with you as he left a small kiss on the back of your hand, reassuring you that he was ready to wait for you to open up.

“I just need you to give me a bit more time,” you whispered, your breath shaky and uncertain as you squeezed Sirius’ hands.

“As long as you need,” he offered you a sweet and genuine smile as he let go of your hands and cupped your cheeks, kissing you on your lips. His mere touch always made you feel safe, as though nothing could ever hurt you. But you knew in that moment that you were more afraid than ever.

“I wish that was true,” you sighed heavily, averting your eyes. “I’m scared, Sirius,” you exhaled, leaning forward and placing your forehead in the crook of his neck.

“Love, what are you afraid of?” He asked in confusion, running his hand through the back of your hair, trying to sooth your worries.

“Will I be like them?” You asked, earning a questioning humming sound from Sirius. “Like my parents. Will I be as horrible as them? I’m their blood after all,” you heaved a heavy sigh, your breath hitching as tears started escaping down your cheeks, soaking Sirius’ thick coat.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked, stunned. “You are nothing like your parents or your brothers. You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met, both inside and out. And if you don’t believe me, ask yourself, have I ever lied to you? As far as I’m concerned, I have not. You are nothing like your family. Can you please tell me where all this is coming from? You are making me really worried,” he pleaded with you as he hinted a small kiss on your temple.

“Do you really think I’m nothing like them?” You asked as you leaned back to look into his smoky eyes, needing reassurance.

“Anything but, love,” he replied with a soft smile, hoping to cheer you up, earning a small smile from you.

“Sirius— erm, I was thinking— what do you think about children?” You tried to bring up the subject as softly as you could. If you could, you could have delayed the inevitable, but as he kneeled in front of you with a worried look across his face, you knew you couldn’t leave him in the dark any longer.

“Children?” He asked with a deep frown across his brows, your question catching him off guard. “I like them, I guess. I mean I have a really good relationship with Harry, Ron and Hermione and it seems little Teddy likes me too,” he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“And what do you think about having your own child?” You questioned, feeling your heart took on a faster pace, your palms sweating in your nervous state.

His eyes widened, your question surprising him. “What— what do you mean?” He asked stuttering, but you just bit on your lower lip and let your head fall forward whilst playing with your fingers. “Hold on a minute, do you mean— as in you and me— are we going to be parents?” He asked with a shocked expression, lips widely parted, eyes growing round. You weren’t sure what to say, how to say it or what would be the right words to use, so instead you nodded. “Is there going to be a little you and me— a miniature us running around?” He repeated as if needing further reassurance, he didn’t misinterpret your gesture.

“Yes— there is going to be a little one running around in approximately 7 months,” you replied with an awkward smile as you placed your hand on your belly, with the other reaching for the photo in your pocket. He took it from you, his face turning pale for a second, realisation hitting him hard, before his lips started curving up into a small smile.

“That— that is absolutely brilliant,” he began to chuckle as a wide grin spread across his face. “Just imagine what a handful he or she is going to be,” he laughed.

“Are you not afraid?” You asked.

“Of what exactly?” He furrowed his brows.

“Of us not being good parents? We are both from families that do not have a good record in providing a loving home,” you voiced your concerns.

“Not at all,” he smiled proudly. “If anything, we know best what we were missing and what we would like to do for that little one. We can use the lack of love we had as an advantage, because now we know how important it is for a child to be brought up in a healthy, loving family,” he took your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

“But Sirius, we are in the middle of a war,” you retorted, still unsure of your ability of bringing up a child.

“We are in the middle of a war now and we were in the middle of a war over a decade ago. You can’t stop the circle of life because of evil people. Don’t think about all the negativities. Think about the fact that I love you, you love me, and we will have a beautiful bundle of joy who we will love just as much,” a content smile spread across Sirius’ face. “At least little Teddy will have a playmate,” he chuckled playfully as he pulled you up into a standing position and sneaked his arms around your waist. “I love you and I already love that little ankle-biter more than anything,” he whispered into your ear.

“I have no idea how I got to be so lucky to have you,” you replied with tears filling up your eyes.

“Those better be happy tears,” he raised a questioning brow, his foolish smile still plastered across his face.

“Only,” you chuckled as you cupped his face and pulled him down to meet your lips halfway. “I love you so much,” you breathed against his lips, before you closed the gap between the two of you once again.

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