#cost-effective accommodation

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Inspiring Others with Affordable Adventures: A Guide to Sharing Budget Travel Experiences

Introduction :

Embarking on budget-friendly adventures not only enriches your own life but also offers the opportunity to inspire others to explore on a dime. This guide explores effective ways to share your budget travel experiences on social media, provides insights into starting a budget travel blog or vlog, and encourages others to embark on their own affordable adventures.

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Is Chicago, Illinois Cheap or Expensive? Here’s the Answer.

If you’re mulling over a move to this bustling metropolis and scanning the “real estate for sale in Chicago, Illinois”, you’re likely curious: Is Chicago cheap or expensive?

Housing Costs in Chicago

When it comes to the housing market, the prices are as diverse as the city itself. A general consensus shows moderate costs compared to coastal cities.

Chicago’s Real Estate Market

From luxury condos downtown to single-family houses in the suburbs, Chicago has a range of accommodation styles. Naturally, the cost varies depending on the type and location.

Luxury Living in Chicago

If you opt for the high-end spectrum of “new properties for sale in the Chicagoland area and surrounding suburbs,” prices can reach into the millions.

Middle-of-the-pack Living

For more modest budgets, homes outside the hub can be attractively priced, providing excellent value in terms of space and amenities.

Cost of Living Index

Considering other living costs, Chicago’s index stands at 106.9, slightly above the U.S. average of 100. While some areas could be expensive, others are surprisingly affordable.

Food and Leisure Prices

Dining out in Chicago can be both a bargain and a splurge. Street food is wallet-friendly, whereas fine dining experiences can be quite steep.

Transportation Costs in Chicago

Getting around Chicago with public transit systems is reasonable. Meanwhile, parking and gas prices can significantly increase the commuting costs for car owners.

Verdict: Cheap or Expensive?

As seen, it completely depends on your lifestyle and where you choose to live and dine. By researching and budgeting, it’s possible to find cost-effective solutions.

Find Your Preferred Lifestyle

The housing options align with a wide range of budgets, whether you’re browsing budget-friendly homes or looking for extravagant properties for sale in the Chicagoland area and surrounding suburbs.

In Summary

Ultimately, living in Chicago can be cheap, expensive, or somewhere in between, factoring in your individual budget, lifestyle, and specific choices — particularly in housing.

KM Realty Group LLC — your trusted source for all your real estate needs in Chicago, Illinois!

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What Are the Best Ways to Save Money on Travel?

Traveling can be an enriching experience, but it can also be expensive. However, with a few smart strategies, you can significantly reduce your travel costs without sacrificing the quality of your trip. Here are the best ways to save money on travel. Did you know? 78% of travellers save an average of $250 per trip by booking flights in advance. Using travel reward programs can reduce travel…

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Find affordable houses for your wedding stay with PartyVillas.Explore our selection of budget-friendly accommodations perfect for your special day. From cozy cottages to spacious villas, we offer options to suit every style and budget. Create cherished memories with your loved ones in comfortable and affordable settings. Discover the perfect wedding stay solution with PartyVillas today!

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A Guide to SAP HCM Online Training in India

[burntoutdaydreamer]

Worldbuilding and Magic Systems: Things to Consider

Have a magic system in mind for your fantasy world? Here's a list of things to consider to help you tie this system into the rest of your worldbuilding, so that it feels more believable and realistic.

Source

What is the source of magic? Is it natural or man-made? Can humans use magic or is it a force of nature that only animals or other races can use?

Does magic originate from inside a person or does it require external items to use? If it comes from items, can the items be made? How long does it take to make the items?

Does the magic cost anything- money, stamina, health, etc.?

Can a person be cut off from being able to use magic? If so, how?

Prevalence

How common is magic in your world? Is it so common that everyone has seen it or is it a subject of myths and rumors?

How long have the people in your world known about magic? Has it always been there or is it a new discovery?

How much does the average person know about magic? How much do experts know? What do people not understand about this magic? Are there any common misconceptions? Myths?

Is magic revered or feared? Or if it's common, is it taken for granted? Are there any taboos surrounding magic?

How many types of magic are there? Are some more common than others?

Are there dedicated schools of thought surrounding the study of magic? Is it taught about in schools? If so, is it taught to children or only at the college (or equivalent) level?

Accessibility

Who can use magic? Who can't? Is it something that only the rich and powerful can use? Why? Or do genetics determine who can use it? Wealth?

Are there any physical limitations that might restrict who can use magic? For instance, maybe old or sickly people can't use magic because it requires a lot of physical effort. Does your society provide accommodations for people who can't use magic? Is a lack of magic ability considered a disability?

Does education level determine capacity for magic?

How easy is it to gain access to magic? How easy is it to learn about magic?

Power/Usefulness

How powerful or useful is magic for different parts of society? Military? Medicine? Entertainment? Art? Childcare? Government? Communication? Business?

How does magic affect the politics of your world? How does it shape the economy? Are there feuds over the use of magic? Do powerful groups in your world have an incentive to limit the use and accessibility of magic? Why?

What happens when people no longer have access to magic? Does this cripple their ability to go through their daily lives? How?

Mix, match, and cross-reference these with other elements of your worldbuilding to form a believable magic system that lives and breaths just as the rest of your world does. For every answer you give to the questions above, consider and build upon the implications of what that might mean for your world. A worldbuilder's best skill is the ability to ask "How will this affect ___?" So make sure you're always considering the ripple effects of each element you add to your world.

Happy worldbuilding y'all!

[lilmajorshawty]

The 10th house is your inner thoughts and how you cope with your external environment. It can often be the difference between the EGO and the ID. In respective formatting your 10th house is your face beneath the mask and can denote to your more detached or impersonal, and personal feelings that are not readily expressed to the people around you.

Midheaven series : how your monologue effects you.

Aries Midheaven : “ CEO”

these natives lcan have a critical and rather professional inner voice. One that is big on ensuring the way the outer image is presented is calm/collected and put together. But this can also make the person cut throat, a social and career climber no matter the cost and the type of person whom is very tactile and calculative when it comes to the way they present themselves. The latter can also be said that in the true spirit of Capricorn these natives can have inner issues with authority and routinely set up situations in which they can be in charge.

Aquarius Midheaven: “The Observer”

These natives are often regarded as the most detached of the midheavens. They tend to have a very complex inner monologue with themselves and their surroundings. They often times had a childhood that may have been over emotional/dramatic/passionate but at many moments lacking objectivity and rationalism. As a result in their dealings with the external world they tend to be a bit aloof. They process the world around them from a distance never readily diving all the way in, if it all. They are curious about people and their emotional motivations behind the actions they make but they still have difficulty connecting to these feelings often time taking a “collective” approach to strangers and outsiders. They’re friendly and captivating due to their messiah like ambivalence but they can also seem intimidating and come across as indifferent to the presence of others due to their at times cold nature. They’re often very detached and not readily emotionally available in a way that sacrifices their own vulnerability. Though they might be friendly and though they might have that playful impartialness that makes them seem warm and open you will soon find out that they’re very difficult to get close to if at all. Everything lay on the surface no matter how “open” they may seem. There is quite the wall that prevents any from getting closer. Their inner monologue tends to be inspective, box and prism like. They find the outside world to be a cage and one they seek to escape and every scenario plays out as a situation they seek to rebrand and resculpt in some way.

Pisces Midheaven : with a Pisces 10th house there’s this painful nature to their inner monologue. It’s can present as machinist tendencies and can be the inner monologue that tears down the native only to create a accommodating outer image. They have to be liked and seem agreeable. Many Gemini risings fall into the outer image of compliance and socially acceptable tendencies as to not ruffle feathers as the Piscean 10th house forces them to hide their true feelings on matters, be it disagreeing, be it wanting to go a different path or be it outright not liking another person. Their inner monologue forces them to mask these aversion to things and others and often ridicules them for feeling such intense feelings even if they’re completely justified in feeling that way. They’re perceptive and can easily pick up in the nuances and animosity or bad intentions of others but they will seldom do anything about it. They much rather swim away from bad energy then confront it which is more often then not why once overstimulated these natives run.

[hederasgarden]

Sins of the Father - Part 2

Summary: When the Greens win the Dance of the Dragons, your father must answer for his support of Rhaenyra. (AU) Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lady!Reader (house unspecified) W/C: 1.3K Rating: Mature, 18+ only. AU, forced/arranged marriage and reference to canon level violence. Future chapters will be explicit.  A/N: Thank you to @mythic-rose for beta’ing! The fantastically talented @writercole created the beautiful graphic! 

Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day. 

Part 1 | House of the Dragon Masterlist

After your audience with the Alicent, you and your father are escorted to accommodations in Maegor's holdfast. Both rooms are opulent and luxurious, befitting of your station but you see them for what they truly are. A gilded cage that will be your home for the next two months until you’re wed to Prince Aemond. 

Once the guards leave, your father speaks, his hushed voice vibrating with anger. “I never should have brought you here. When they asked for me to bring my heir I did not ever consider…”

“You could not have known they wanted more than your coin,” you assure, reaching for him. “We knew there would be a cost to pay for supporting Rhaenyra. My brother paid with his life. Marriage pales in comparison. The rest of the family will be safe.”

“Aemond is a monster. At best a Kinslayer,” he hisses. You raise your hands to quiet him, aware of the two guards outside the door. 

“Father, please….”

He deflates at your words. “I wanted better for you. A gentle, honorable husband to protect and care for you as you deserve.”

He pulls you into his chest to press a kiss to your brow. A strong wave of emotion climbs up your throat  Even as your eyes sting, you force your tears not to fall. Grief has made your father wild and you worry what he might do if you showed him the depths of your fear.  All you can do is wrap your arms around his middle, taking comfort in his familiarity. Soon he will be gone and you will be alone in a den of dragons. 

“It is done,” you say finally, covertly swiping at the dampness on your lashes when you pull away. You clear your throat and steady your voice. “I will write a letter to mother and my sisters for you to bring home. Yo wi’ll need a list of my personal effects to bring back too.”

“Even now, you are thinking ahead,” he says, cupping your face. He carries so much love in his expression it hurts. “Any future correspondence will be monitored.” 

“It will. I think we should prepare for the chance…” you begin, only to trail off when you hear the doors open.

Otto Hightower sweeps, the golden highlights woven into his green robes catching in the candlelight. Behind him trails Prince Aemond like a dark shadow. He stops at the threshold of your room, hands clasped behind his back. 

“Pardon our interruption,” the Hand begins with that same false smile Alicent wore earlier. “Prince Aemond has kindly offered to show you the Red Keep while I speak with your father.“

“That is kind of him,” you acknowledge. 

“If there are important matters to discuss, my daughter should be present,” your father says.

“Oh, it is only the matter of the dowry and a few other issues she need not concern herself with,” he tells your father with a dismissive wave.

“I am my father’s heir.” Otto shifts his attention to you with a raised brow and you know then that you’ve spoken too harshly. “It is only that I wish to ensure everything with the betrothal goes smoothly,” you add hurriedly with a demure smile. 

“Such dedication,” the Hand praises. “Dutiful daughters make for obedient wives,” he notes, looking meaningfully at you.  

There is no mistaking the subtle message underneath the compliment he gives you. A reminder of your place.

“You are kind to say, Lord Hand.” 

You drop your gaze and wait until your father touches your shoulder. When you look up through your lashes, you’re surprised to see Aemond mere inches from you. 

He offers you his hand, palm rough against your soft skin. As you walk, Aemond guides your hand to rest on his bicep and pulls you closer to his body. You glance back behind, relieved to see an older Septa fall in step behind you at a respectable distance. Aemond follows your gaze with a smirk that you suspect might be part of his natural expression. 

"Tell me," he begins as you walk together, "do you agree with my grandsire's assessment that a wife should be dutiful and obedient?" 

The directness of his question surprises you. 

“The seven teach us there are many virtues a good wife should possess,” you respond carefully, glancing up at him to gauge his reaction to your words. You’re unsurprised to find him watching you closely. It’s unnerving to be the sole focus of his sharp attention. “I think the more important question is what virtues do you desire in a wife, Prince Aemond?”

“Obedience is a desired attribute in hounds, not a wife," he reveals. "I am more interested in loyalty.”

Fear coils in your belly in response to his words, a cold knot that tightens with every step you take beside him. Loyalty was a demand that cut deeper than obedience, especially with your own family’s fidelity in question. 

“It is an admirable trait,” you agree, choosing your words with care. Your father’s gold could only ease so much doubt. They would always remember that your family chose Rhaenyra over them. No pretty words you might spin for Aemond would change that. 

“I have heard dragons are loyal creatures,” you add, hoping to direct his attention to a less volatile topic. “They say you ride the largest one that ever lived.”

“Her name is Vhagar.” 

“A dragon worthy of a prince,” you reply. That comment earns you a quick look you can’t quite decipher. Then Aemond hmms, returning his attention ahead. “Where are we headed?”

“The gardens. My sister is fond of them. Or perhaps we can see the new tapestries my mother had made in Essos.”

“Oh,” you reply, quick to hide your disappointment. You suspected most women would have found a stroll through the beautiful flowers with a Prince romantic, but there were other parts of the keep you were keen to explore.“I have heard the gardens of the keep are unmatched, even compared to the Reach.”

A hint of your true feeling must show because Aemond looks curiously at you. “You wish to see something else?"

“No, my prince,” you murmur, gaze downcast. “The gardens sound lovely.” 

Aemond stops abruptly, stepping in front of you.

“Do not lie,” he hisses, grasping your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. His long fingers span the length of your jaw and an anxious sort of energy skitters down your spine at the look on his face. “You may spin pretty words to tell others what they want to hear, but never me.” 

You search frantically for the right words to appease him or redirect his attention. In your experience, men wanted you to be agreeable, deferring to their desires and whims. “Forgive me your grace,” you stutter. “I promise to be forthright in the future when asked for my opinion.”

He watches for one long, agonizing moment, his one-eyed gaze searching for something beneath the surface. It isn’t until the Septa behind you coughs politely that Aemond’s attention leaves you. The look he offers her is less-than-kind.

“Now,” he says softly, his focus once more on you, “what do you wish to see?”

There is nothing to give him but the truth. “The library.”

If Aemond is curious about your choice he does not show it. He offers you a curt, “very well,” and guides you back to his side with a hand on your wrist.

You continue on in silence as the stone walls adorned with tapestries and flickering torchlight give way to a large, open courtyard. It’s busier in this part of the keep, servants and nobles alike stopping as you pass to bow or curtsy. Aemond pays them little mind, but you can’t look away, all too aware that they will bow to you as well once you become a princess of the realm. 

The weight of that expectation settles on your shoulders like a heavy yoke and with each step forward you find yourself more and more uncertain of how the future will look beside Aemond. 

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DCİDENTALCLİNİC - DEVASA+ (4)

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on dental care in Antalya, Turkey—a region renowned for its stunning landscapes and top-notch healthcare services. If you're considering a dental journey, you've likely come across the phrases "Dental clinic Antalya," and "Dental clinic Turkey." This blog post aims to illuminate the incredible options available to you in this beautiful city, where cutting-edge technology meets exceptional expertise. We’ll delve into the specifics of dental implants in Antalya and Turkey, discussing the benefits and procedures that make this destination a popular choice for dental tourism. 

Dental clinic antalya

If you're considering a dental venture in Turkey, look no further than a dental clinic in Antalya. Known for its stunning scenery and vibrant culture, Antalya not only offers a great vacation spot but also exceptional dental care. Many clinics in this region are equipped with state-of-the-art technology and staffed by highly-trained professionals, making it an ideal choice for those seeking quality dental services.

The dental clinic Antalya offer a wide range of services, including routine check-ups, cosmetic dentistry, and more complex procedures. Patients often discover that the costs in Turkey, particularly in Antalya, are significantly lower than in many Western countries. This affordability does not compromise the quality of care; instead, it allows patients to receive top-notch services without the hefty price tag.

Dental clinic Turkey

When it comes to finding a reliable dental clinic Turkey has emerged as a popular destination for both locals and international patients alike. The country boasts state-of-the-art facilities and highly trained professionals, providing a wide array of dental services. Many clinics adhere to international standards and utilize the latest technology, ensuring that patients receive top-notch care.

One of the reasons why people choose a dental clinic in Turkey is the affordability of treatments. Compared to many Western countries, dental procedures in Turkey can be significantly less expensive without compromising on quality. This makes it an attractive option for those considering procedures such as routine check-ups, cosmetic dentistry, and more complex treatments like implants.

Another important aspect is the opportunity for a dental holiday. Many clinics offer packages that include not just dental treatments but also accommodations and local tourism options. This enhances the patient experience, allowing them to explore the beautiful cities and landscapes of Turkey while receiving essential dental care.

İmplant antalya

If you are considering a dental implant Antalya offers excellent options for patients seeking high-quality dental care. The region is known for its advanced facilities and skilled practitioners who specialize in restorative dental procedures. Dental implants have become a popular choice for replacing missing teeth, and Antalya's clinics are equipped with the latest technology to ensure successful outcomes.

In Antalya, several dental clinics focus on providing affordable and effective implant solutions. These clinics prioritize patient comfort and satisfaction, offering personalized treatment plans tailored to individual needs. Whether you require a single implant or a full mouth reconstruction, the expertise available in Antalya can help restore your smile and confidence.

The tourism aspect of Antalya also means that many clinics cater to international patients. This combination of excellent dental care and the chance to enjoy a beautiful vacation makes implant treatment in Turkey an appealing option for those looking to combine healthcare with travel. With its attractive landscape, Antalya provides a perfect backdrop for your dental journey.

İmplant turkey

When considering dental solutions, one of the most effective and long-lasting options is dental implants. In Turkey, particularly in regions like Antalya, state-of-the-art implant technology can transform your smile and enhance your quality of life. The advancements in materials and techniques make having an implant not just a possibility, but a convenient reality for many.

The appeal of getting an implant Turkey lies in the combination of high-quality dental care and affordability. Many dental clinics in Antalya offer comprehensive packages that include the implant procedure as well as the necessary follow-up care, ensuring patients receive seamless service throughout their experience. This makes Turkey a preferred destination for individuals seeking top-tier dental treatments.

In Antalya, the reputation of clinics specializing in implants is bolstered by the expertise of the dental professionals and modern facilities. With a focus on patient satisfaction and effective results, many find that the journey towards a perfect smile is not only achievable but also enjoyable. If you're considering a dental implant, exploring your options in Turkey could lead to beneficial outcomes for your dental health.

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Staying Healthy and Safe on a Budget: A Comprehensive Guide for Budget-Friendly Travel

Introduction : 

Prioritizing health and safety is essential for every traveler, even those on a budget. This guide explores practical strategies for maintaining well-being during budget-friendly travel, covering aspects such as affordable travel insurance, staying safe in budget accommodations, and incorporating budget-friendly health tips on the road.

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Donate to the Our Flag Means Strike fund!

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"Let's support writers in their pursuit of a fair contract by sending food, snacks, and supplies to the picket lines!

Fans of Our Flag Means Death (OFMD) have banded together to send food donations to the writers strike picket line at WB Studios almost every day of the strike so far! Through week 7, this was organized on twitter via @/sourcitruslady and done largely by small groups each taking care of a single meal, but after so much success we've decided to organize to make our donations more effective.

We are coordinating with strike captains to send less on days when they have other food, send more when they expect a bigger crowd, accommodate dietary needs, and provide a variety in food options across the week. We're also utilizing local volunteers as drivers to cut delivery costs.

*This ongoing fundraiser will continue until the strike ends. Any funds remaining at that time will be given directly to the ECF, which you can learn about here: https://entertainmentcommunity.org/ "

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A sight you will probably not see again. Six nuclear-powered cruisers of the United States Navy steaming together in 1981.

Two of the cruisers are of the California class while the other four are of the succeeding Virginia class.

The cruisers are as follows:

Front Row (Front to Back)

- USS California (CGN-36)

- USS South Carolina (CGN-37)

- USS Virginia (CGN-38)

2nd Row (Front to Back:

- USS Texas (CGN-39)

- USS Mississippi (CGN-40)

- USS Arkansas (CGN-41)

The reason that such a photo will likely not be seen again for some time if at all is due to the fact that the United States Navy no longer operates nuclear-powered cruisers. Though powerful warships and effective escorts, the cruisers were decommissioned due to cost concerns as well as an inability to easily accommodate new design features. We will discuss these issues in greater detail in a later post.

Following the end of the Cold War, the expensive cruisers would be decommissioned quickly. The Virginia class cruisers would be retired by 1998 while the California class would be retired in 1999.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Effect of vaccine dose intervals: Considering immunity levels, vaccine efficacy, and strain variants for disease control strategy - Published Sept 19, 2024

I get questions about this a lot, and I don't have a lot of hard answers because there's not a lot of study. The immunologists I follow say several things, the government mandates another, other governments mandate other things. It's all very muddy when the best time to get a vaccine and how often. Maybe this study can help answer some questions.

Abstract In this study, we present an immuno-epidemic model to understand mitigation options during an epidemic break. The model incorporates comorbidity and multiple-vaccine doses through a system of coupled integro-differential equations to analyze the epidemic rate and intensity from a knowledge of the basic reproduction number and time-distributed rate functions. Our modeling results show that the interval between vaccine doses is a key control parameter that can be tuned to significantly influence disease spread. We show that multiple doses induce a hysteresis effect in immunity levels that offers a better mitigation alternative compared to frequent vaccination which is less cost-effective while being more intrusive. Optimal dosing intervals, emphasizing the cost-effectiveness of each vaccination effort, and determined by various factors such as the level of immunity and efficacy of vaccines against different strains, appear to be crucial in disease management. The model is sufficiently generic that can be extended to accommodate specific disease forms.

[mayakern]

hello! I have watched your videos and I am sorry the preorder is going so poorly. You all have poured so much time and care and thought into these, and if anything I think you're doing *too much* in the way of trying to accommodate customer requests when it comes to color/pattern specifically. for all that you are so open with your back-end processes, you guys are always going to be able to see the big picture better than anyone. Also, you have way more at stake in your design decisions than your customers do.

all this to say - don't make your pattern decisions based on polls! Use demographic data, sales data, seasonality, info about what colors (and complementary items) are currently popular in other stores - polls might have a place in there, but they're not super trustworthy and they can't bear all of the weight, because ultimately you know more than we do.

I also want to tell you that I'm so appreciative of the lengths you're going to to provide us with lovely, sustainable fashion for all sizes and texture tolerances, and I hope this doesn't discourage you for long!

i appreciate your thoughtfulness.

previous to this experience, polling our customers has been very effective. it just sucks that wasn’t the case this time because this was the time where we really needed to make sure we had a hit because the shirt and dress are SO expensive for us to make.

in the past we have just kind of done our own thing and said screw it. most of our customers aren’t super concerned with being on the cutting edge of trends, which is good, because that would be an impossible standard for us to follow when production cycles take minimum 2 months AFTER product development is complete and trend cycles seem to change every other week with the advent of shein and other fast fashion sites being able to pump things out super fast and the life cycle of everything on tiktok being super short, in part due to the generational shift from subcultures to aesthetics.

we’ve been having a lot of internal conversations about this situation and what to do going forward. in large part i think what we’ve learned is that any more complicated pieces (like the shirts) we need to make with less expensive fabric. the cost of a garment isn’t just about how much fabric it takes, but how many lines of stitches are required and if any specialty processes or materials are used (sewing in buttons, adding zippers or gussets, etc). ultimately the shirts are expensive not just because of the high quality material, but also because they are a complicated garment made by people who are being fairly compensated for their labor. we can lower that price slightly in the future by changing the materials we use, but by and large this means we will be trying to focus on less complicated garments in the future.

[ofdinosanddais1]

I'm always flabbergasted by boomers who like to med shame by being like "oh, wow, you're on so many pills and you're so young" like okay and??? You think a handful of pills daily is worse compared to the 24/7 migraines and chronic sleep problems??? This shit has restored my youth to me. I am doing things that child me couldn't have done. I WROTE 50K IN A NOVEL AND I'VE GOT ANOTHER SERIES PLANNED THAT'S AT 10K WORDS AND I STARTED LAST FUCKING WEEK.

Not everything with my illnesses is 100% gone with meds but Gods do you know how fucking amazing I feel compared to the last 23 fucking years OF MY LIFE???

You mean I can get a normal amount of sleep like everyone else and not feel like i'm surviving off a two hour nap and a corndog??? You mean I can socialize and have fun and shit without feeling like my brain is on fire??? You mean I can be more active and accommodate my other disabilities easier??? AND IT'S JUST AT THE COST OF TWO TINY FUCKING PILLS EVERY NIGHT??? (There's more with supplements due to me still healing from celiac disease but my point still stands). I really feel like I'm getting the better end of the deal here. One of the side effects is literally a huge fucking benefit for me so the only actual negative side effect I get is dry mouth and meanwhile I get my energy, peace, and existence back? And you're telling me that taking that medicine is a BAD THING???

If you are still wary about getting aids and accommodations to help you (hell *I* still am), then remember that a mobility aid or a medication or an accommodation is to help YOU. It's not to make abled people feel comfortable. It's for YOU. YOU deserve to feel comfortable. YOU deserve to have a good life. YOU deserve to enjoy life and anyone who says you shouldn't because it looks weird can take huge fucking log and shove it right up their ass.

[lackingspace]

Admonish(Feyd-RauthaXReader)

Chapter 2

Rated: M Word Count: 3.7K Summary: A summons from House Harkonnen is unlikely but never improbable. Warnings: More exposition. Nothing other than talking shit about the Harkonnen. Author Note: Feyd's still bothering me, so take this. ✧

Prev Ch: Pernicious

AO3 link: Admonish

Next Ch: Scurrilous

The transport was surprisingly warm. Which came as a surprise because that was an unnecessarily expensive add-on amenity. Space was cold. There was no way around that fact. The Guild kept the standard transport temperature above freezing, but not by much. 

It wasn't comfortable for most, but with proper clothing, it was generally tolerable for the few hours trip. The other option available— at an exorbitant upcharge— was the use of our thermostabilizing technology.

As a general rule, Ezhariens never purchased the upgrade. Travel to and from Erif IV was already surcharged when leaving your House's compound port. The only exception was the tropics near the equator. The temperate weather didn't require the fee, but leaving ports anywhere else on your planet caused ships to work harder– which meant more frequent maintenance and a more expensive trip. 

Adding insult to injury of stacking surcharge onto surcharge wasn't cost-effective in the Jarl’s eyes. So we all forgo heat.

Ice was our birthright after all and the low temperature was still bearable. You disliked the practice of charging for heat, but you understood the guild was a business and it cared little for humanity beyond what it could squeeze out of it.

The Baron had seen fit to add it to your passage. It wasn't the only amenity either— a meal and drink service were waiting upon your arrival. Another splurge you were happy for, but typically went without. 

The journey would take half a solar cycle and you were going to enjoy the transit for all its worth. This may be one of the last moments of secured peace you had. Giedi Prime was capricious, just like its ruler. And you weren't stupid enough to believe he'd done this out of the goodness of his heart. 

A snigger left you at that idea. The Baron and goodness in the same sentence was a naive notion. There would have to be good in there to begin with. 

No, this wasn't actually about your comfort. This was another move in politically courting you. If you were weaker-willed the idea would have caused bile to make an appearance.

But you weren't a stranger to how people such as him played the game. This was an attempt to place you in a favorable mood– win your good graces. Whatever reason he had for requesting your presence, he wanted to do everything to ensure your answer was yes. 

Your father's instinct had been right. 

As you sat in the spacious accommodations afforded to you, sipping a Corelian wine and picking at the assortment of dishes, your father's reaction came to mind. Desil hadn't been wrong about your father being displeased either.

Slipping off into a daydream of remembrance was a good distraction to fill the time. Leaning into the plush seating you thought back to why you were sitting here alone. 

He'd called you to his study even before dinner. The look painting Desil's face was grim when he told you of the bidding. There was no protest from you as your earlier annoyance had significantly subsided— replaced by anxious thoughts of what the Harkonnen, the Baron, could possibly want. 

As you walked the dark halls with Desil, your eyes stared down at the lilac carpet runner. Its lightness provided a nice contrast against the hall's heated black stone. The walk was a mindless muscle memory as your thoughts were preoccupied with your anxiety and what your father would have to say. 

If he was calling you before the family meal, either he was more angry with the development than you'd anticipated or he had pressing questions. Questions that needed to be kept private. Away from the prying ears and gossipping mouths of your mother and aunt. 

After rounding another corner, the office door seemed to taunt you at the end of the hall. The black paneling of the door itself blended in with the rest of the compound walls. It was only distinguished by the decorative embossing of three silver roses– our heraldic symbol marking it as a room of import. 

Whatever mood you found him in, you would need to steel yourself for the unpleasant possibility of some plot that's been kept from you until now. You weren't unknown to Bene Gesserit workings and there would be little shock to hear they had a hand in something such as this.

Though, it was common knowledge the Baron had not taken one for concubine nor did he keep one for truthsayer– unusual for a Great House to say the least. Your own house had a Bene Gesserit Truthsayer on retainer. 

Her name was Niamh, a calculating woman with deep sienna skin and golden eyes. You always found her pleasant to be around, but truthsayers could be unnerving to some. 

‘Maybe that's why the Baron refused one?’ the thought was dismissed as soon as it had formed, ‘Unlikely. It's probably simply that if anyone could manipulate the Baron, it'd be one of the sisterhood.’ your lips pursed as you were almost upon the door, ‘That possibility is controlled if he refuses their presence.’ 

Desil turned about-face when you were within distance for the door to be opened, “I'm instructed to wait until you're dismissed. No one will disrupt.” 

The worry was clear in his green eyes. So expressive in their concern for you that a small pang in your chest cut through the fog of anxiety. Reaching a hand towards his nervously wringing ones, cupping the top of his with gentle pressure, “Desil, it'll be fine.” 

His shoulders dropped if only slightly, “My lady,” he paused searching for the right words, “I'm worried.”

That pulled a huff of laughter from you. It was clear from his demeanor, he hadn't needed to voice it. With the chuckles still chasing your words, you agreed, “So am I.”

They echoed in your mind with more severity as you dropped his hands in favor of turning towards the door and pushing it open, ‘So am I.’

The moment you saw your father, trepidation returned. He sat in front of the crackling fireplace with the message capsule gripped tightly in one hand while a glass of liquor was clutched in the other.

Anger, refracted by the crackling flames, shone bright in his eyes. You could see his jaw clenching as his teeth ground. He was clearly agitated by something, either the letter or the meeting with the Jarl. More likely a combination of both. 

When he saw you, his head began to shake. The action caused the weight of anxiety to settle in your chest. What did that gesture mean? Was he trying to deny something or did the sight of you cause such general disappointment?

Clarification was unlikely without prompting if he was in a mood. Opening your mouth to speak, but he lifted the message in a gesture you did understand. One that meant silence.

His lips curled in disgust as he began to shake the cylinder, “Why do you do this to me?” the weight in your chest became heavier, would have been rib-crushing if it wasn't intangible. Brow crinkling in confusion, you took a hesitant step forward, “Father?”

He threw the message into the flames while tipping his head back in a deep pull from the glass. That was the clearest thing he'd done so far. It was standard practice for missives to be cleaned after their contents served their purpose. He'd gotten what he'd needed from it.

The flames wouldn't be enough to melt the capsule itself, only destroying the seal and the ink would slough off into the flames. The metal would remain with no trace of what’d been sent. Ready to be penned again. 

You wished he hadn't done that in an enclosed space though. It wouldn't shock you if the ink Harkonnen used became toxic upon combustion.

But that wasn't important right now. You wanted answers to his reason behind the question. Desperately so because you didn't quite like the feeling of being assaulted by confusion.

Gulping a few pulls of the bronzy liquid before righting himself only to curl the now free hand into a fist and slammed it into the arm of the chair. His voice was vehement as he questioned, “Do I not give you everything?” 

To hear him so strained and full of anguish had a self-loathing heat rise from the pit of your stomach to stain your cheeks. What were these questions about? It wasn't making sense to the bubbling pit in your mind. Feet gained a mind of their own as you stepped closer. Starting again, “Father?” 

The only answer you received was him knocking back the rest of his drink. Setting the glass on the glossy marble table next to his seat, then in a voice cracked with emotion, “Are you not happy here? Is that it?” 

Surprise ate at the self-loathing. He would believe such a thing? Was this about something other than the missive? Heard some false rumor? Did the Jarl know something? Or give an order Father isn't amenable to? Is that what prompted these strange accusations? 

The last question sank to the bottom of your stomach like you'd plunged into your planet's icy seas. Cold and paralyzing. 

Father rarely became emotional about anything, but something was causing him distress. You couldn't let your own emotions match his if you were to gain anything more than a headache from this.

‘Fortify yourself.’ A reminder to calm was your inner mantra. With a slow steady blink and a deep inhale you thought further, ‘Make yourself arduous. Truth does not ring when impetuous.’ Just breathe. 

Locking eyes with your father the turmoil was clear– the anger that still clung to his demeanor was quickly losing the battle with the desperation on his brow. The fire crackled as the cylinder heated within. The sound added to your calm as you stood straighter than before. 

“Father, I am grateful for all that you give me and perfectly content here with you,” your forceful tone was almost a contradiction, but you continued before he could speak, “Which is why I'm unsure of whatever it is you're alluding to. Could you please be kind enough to enlighten me?” If there was one thing he taught you, it was to be direct if you wanted a direct answer. 

His lips released a heavy sigh, “If you are so happy, then why is that psychopathic Baron threatening to steal you away?” He spat the title like it left a bad taste in his mouth. It probably did. Father wasn't fond of Harkonnen beyond business. He didn't like the carelessness or callousness they treated their own people with.

Then his wording dawned on you and everything clicked.

This wasn't some plot– not one your father was privy to– or an order, rumor, or anything else. This was simply your father perceiving the summons as a threat to your safety from a house he knew gave visceral meaning to the word abuse. 

He had always been protective, sometimes invasively so, but it had never bothered you before— you couldn't really blame him now either. Safety and Giedi Prime were never said in the same sentence. 

Just as well, there was some validity to viewing it as a subtle threat. This wasn't a social function where multiple houses were in attendance, people wouldn't be on their best behavior, and you would not be well guarded.

It would be you and Harkonnen. Their house, their word against yours, their rules. Not to mention the Baron had already breached standard protocol if he was seeking your Suk skills. That didn't exactly inspire confidence.

Father's anger made sense. It wasn't towards you— only that you seemed to be the sought-after prize— but at the Baron for the position he'd placed you in. A sigh of relief as the self-loathing constriction, confusion, and pit in your stomach finally let up. 

As a high-ranking Great House member, the Suk school mediated requests from other Great Houses for your services. A way to maintain social etiquette and boost their claims of imperial conditioning and house neutrality. It had worked just fine…until now.

The Baron saw fit to circumvent that bureaucratic process and use the method more convenient and binding to him. That put your back to the wall so to speak. No wiggle room to refuse.

The seal made it an official ask in the political sphere. The vague request for your ‘skills’ was another clever maneuver on his part. Any backlash he might receive from the Suk School was avoided as the missive didn't explicitly state medical services. But realistically, there was little else that your presence in particular would be warranted for.

‘Something he no doubt knew and took great pleasure in.’ The thought was devoid of the usual bubbling maliciousness as you stared at your father. The only thing registering was resignation of how the Baron played the game. ‘And I'm about to be at his leisure.’

Rapidly closing the small distance, you dropped to your knees in front of your father and placed your hands atop his clenched one. The care he had for you was something you cherished. He might be strict, but he respected you. Only wanting for your safety and happiness. Compassion tugged at your heart as you sighed wearily against his hand, “Oh, Father.”

That was everything he needed for his composure to fully break. With his free hand he leaned forward to stroke your hair, “Not my daughter,” shaking his head as he spoke, “Not my daughter. If it is a Suk doctor the Baron wishes for, he can seek an unaligned one.”

Firelight bounced off his black locks deepening the shadows on his face. He must have shaved that morning because the edges of his beard were uniform. The anger still clinging in his eyes fizzled to embers as your thumb rubbed his wrist. There would be no qualms from you about sending a polite reply of, ‘No, thank you.’ If only it were possible.

It would be both an immense personal and House offense, without answering his call. Once the Jarl heard of this– assuming he hadn't already– you'd be forced to go anyway. 

Ezharien would not risk snubbing Harkonnen.

Lifting your gaze back to your father's blue eyes, attempting a smile, but it was just a sad tugging at your lips, “You know that's not how it works. The call must be answered.”

That stoked the fire back to life and you felt his hand tighten beneath yours, “Absolutely not! The Harkonnen have done us no favors. We should respond in kind.” 

It was an odd turn to be the diplomat between the two of you, “Father,” smoothing your hands over his, willing it to relax, “This is likely nothing more than a request of my profession. It is known the Baron requires frequent procedures and I've been called by other Great Houses in the past. I must go.” 

His fist only balled tighter. He didn't acknowledge you were right aloud, but the next sentence he spat confirmed he knew it was inevitable, “That tyrant thinks he's above due process! And he presumes too much. Already he's made arrangements for your transport– only your transport.” 

With nothing short of a growl he shook his head, “I am not condemning you to suffer a man such as him— or that entire house— unattended. You will take Cleo and the guardsmen.” 

Arrangements? Arrogance or self-assuredness? How smug of the old bastard to dictate when and where I leave.

You couldn't focus on that now however, you needed to reason with your father. Dissuade him from making a smaller, but still egregious error. “I will not be taking them.” You amended. 

Thumping his free hand against the chair, “Do not test me, girl. If there is nothing to be done of your departure, you shall take the protection I can afford you!” 

As aggressive as the gesture was, you weren't moved by it, “Please, Father, be reasonable.” He sneered in response, “This is reasonable.” 

Clicking your tongue in disapproval, you had to contain the amusement that wanted to rise from your chest. Laughter would be extremely inappropriate, but the irony of the situation was not lost on you. How many times have you said that exact thing to him in past disagreements? 

This must be what your father felt arguing with you. Stamping down the feeling in favor of asserting your opinion.

“If I take them, we are insinuating that they cannot protect me or that I need protection from them. Either case leads to a perceived insult that they will no doubt capitalize on.” Father's silent huffs and clenched jaw told you that he knew you were right. 

“We can afford a small faux pas if the Baron can do away with etiquette entirely.” The sharp edge in his voice bespoke his lingering ire. It was your turn to shake your head at him, “We cannot. The Baron is not an idiot and we should do well to avoid giving him any advantage. Our name is protection enough.” 

He lifted his free hand to smooth across his brow, “That is not satisfactory protection.” You purse your lips at his admission in silent agreement, ‘no…it's not....but I must make due.' 

“If I bring Cleo and the guardsmen, it will be taken as a slight and will likely result in their death. They will be collateral I don't want on either of our hands. They don't deserve that death. The Harkonnen cannot harm me the same way.” 

His eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “You speak reason.” The begrudging admittance was clear in his voice. Soothing his hand beneath yours as you argued further, “If I'm not mistaken, you said we purchase large quantities of spice from them every month for our attractions in the isles?”

His eyes opened as a brow raised. A slight nod his only confirmation.

“If that's true, why would Harkonnen risk such easy business? They certainly can't afford kanly with Ezharien and Atreides.” your prodding paid off in the form of a frown on his lips, “They're unpredictable. Harm to you could be a risk they think acceptable if there’s some ulterior scheme.”

“Father, we cannot factor the unknowable. A hidden plot is not inconceivable, but we must formulate a response with what we know to be true.” 

Lifting your hands to count upon your fingers as a means to illustrate each point, “I know that if I do not go, politically it is scandalous. I know that if they do harm to me, it has the same result for them. I know it is also grounds for Kanly,” your father was nodding along with each point, “That would certainly be your uncle's response.” 

“I know of Harkonnen propensity to manipulate things to their advantage, but in doing so he reveals part of his hand.” Resting a curled hand beneath his chin your father said in a clipped tone, “Elaborate.”

“There is something he requires that can't be found within his own House. He believes that I have the answers or skills he needs. That provides me another advantage beyond politics or our name.” his face became unreadable for a second before simply saying, “Very good.”

Smiling at his praise, you continued, “Until that purpose is served, I should be relatively immune to their proclivities. If that purpose is quickly completed and I'm detained, I at least know who I'm dealing with. Yes, the Baron is unpredictable– they're all unpredictable, violent, and volatile– but I'm well aware of that. And it's not as if I don't know them.”

The anger and despair had left your father completely, instead, he was gazing at you contemplatively, “If you are detained for anything other than a guild delay, there will be repercussions.” 

“I'm sure the Baron is well aware of that. Which is why I expect things will stay amenable if we don't commit any unnecessary offenses.”

Resignation wasn't something that oft entered your father's demeanor, but the way he sagged back into the chair spoke volumes, “I suppose the youngest nephew has always been courteous enough towards you.” 

The admission all but sealed your victory, “Yes, Feyd-Rautha and I have always been amicable acquaintances.” You couldn't contain the roll of your eyes as you thought of the older brother, “Glossu is benign for the most part. He might forget his courtesies, but Feyd has enough intelligence to correct it.” 

“You shouldn't heckle him that way– you know he prefers Rabban.” The subtle shift of your lips into a smirk was immediate at his chiding and he rolled his own eyes in response to your look, “Daughter, if I'm to send you there, do not harass the Na-Baron. For my own peace of mind, please.” 

You gave him a long look of your own before you caved, “Fine. But I’ve always called him Glossu. It'll be strange.” You would try for his sake though. If it provided him some comfort, it was the least you could promise him.

There was still lingering tension within his jaw and shoulders. The only other thing you could think to do to set his mind at ease was to remind him you could take care of yourself, “Should it come down to it, I'm not defenseless. You made sure of that.” 

The groan he made was pained, “Don't remind me. But should that happen, I'll destroy the Harkonnen myself.” The image that birthed in your mind made you chuckle. Murder wasn't your father's forte, but if there was ever a reason to push him to it, your death would be it. 

You couldn't help but voice the old Erifian threat, “The direwolves will not go hungry.”

A smile graced his lips as he leaned forward to grasp your hands, “When did you become so tactful?”

That finally brought a true smile to your own lips, “It may come as a surprise, but I do listen when you speak.” The laugh he let out was free of his previous worries, “Perhaps it's time I listen more closely to when you speak.” His hand gently squeezed yours as you echoed back, “Perhaps.”