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Into the Ether (4)

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Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, alcohol, drug references, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE ensemble, VtM concepts.

Author's Note: Lots of blood drinking (+ its underlying issues), suggestive themes, mention of bodily fluids, and at least dubious consent for vampire turning ahead.

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Chapter 4: Bury Me

Leon had reached a row of converted Victorian-style residential buildings in the Lower West Side of Uptown Raccoon City. Tall, stained glass windows lined their exterior, accented with a mixture of gabled and Mansard roofs. Pointed arches embellished with corbels and fretwork adorned the structures, detailing their rich architectural history. Despite them appearing frozen in time, harking back to the 19th century, everything else had been modernized for their inhabitants.

Scanning his keycard on the reader, he slipped in through the back entrance and hurried towards the rarely used service elevator that was stationed out of sight in a narrow corridor at the rear end of the building. He swiped his card again to gain access to his specific apartment floor, punching the button several times erratically, even though it had already lit up on the first try. Upon noticing that he had accidentally smudged blood from his hands onto it, he muttered a string of curses while using the cuff of his shirt to wipe it off.

Holding you close, he planted a desperate kiss against the crown of your head, as if by some miracle you would wake up from this nightmare, safe and sound in his arms. Your body temperature had dropped considerably, and with each passing second, he could feel your vitals waning as your life force ebbed into oblivion.

“Come on, stay with me,” he begged, his visage crumbling under the weight of grief, and out of habit, he thumbed at the gold cross pendant hanging from his necklace. If there was a god, he would let you live.

As soon as the elevator doors parted with a resonant ding, he sped out towards the only apartment door on the top floor. Feeling the side of the frame for a familiar indent, he pressed against it, and a matchbox sized cache slid out, containing a crescent shaped device. Attaching it to another metallic apparatus that he carried around in his pocket, he slotted it through the keyhole while simultaneously adjusting what looked like gears of an old-fashioned clock into place. 

Despite all these years, he still had a penchant for puzzle solving, seeing as his former workplace, the Raccoon Police Station, had been a labyrinth in itself. And what better way to put his hobby to use than to invest into the security of his haven, by creating his own intricate lock mechanisms, complete with false walls and hidden passageways. It may seem a little over the top, but sometimes it was comforting to lose his nights designing and crafting the things that had made him human in the beginning.

With a satisfying click, the heavyset door creaked open on its hinges, revealing an immaculately kept and minimalist loft. He dashed in, shutting the door behind him before pushing the coffee table away and setting you down gently on the rug. You were the only blemish in the room, bleeding out from underneath him, staining the fabric in the pattern of angel’s wings.

He felt your pulse, weak and unsteady, and you were nearly gone. It crushed him to see you like this, your skin ashen and pale — the only shade of blue he never liked. As you lay there unresponsive like a corpse before him, he knew he needed to go through with what he had planned for you all long along. Even so, he had a hard time coming to terms with it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! He was meant to woo you, give you a taste of what the unlife had to offer, bring you over to his side and both of you would, what—? Live happily ever after? 

Fucking hell, Leon. What the fuck were you thinking? he swore at himself internally. Ada’s words came back to haunt him. She was right, he had let his emotions get ahead of him again. Regardless, he had to fix this mess, and letting you die was out of the question, as was turning you into a mindless ghoul addicted to a blood bond. No, he would never do that to you.

“Forgive me,” he murmured, brushing the strands of your hair, which had clumped together in dried blood and sweat, out of your face. You were so deathly cold in your slumber…

Then, he broke the first of his promises and drained you dry. Images of you flooded his mind again as he latched his mouth onto your neck. He could feel your fears, your joys, and your sorrows. The first steps you had taken as a child, captured through the lens of an old home video; the family and friends you would leave behind; long, solitary walks in the woods; dancing your heart out in smoky nightclubs; ceiling-high shelves filled to the brim with musty books and DIY costumes you’d pieced together from scraps; every trinket and memento — all the signs of life that had made you happy.

There was no time for regrets. He could make you happier, he vowed. He will, he had to.

At the very last drop, he licked the bite marks close and let go, slashing his wrist against his teeth before placing it to your lips. His own sanguine fluid coated your lips in a cherry red stain, restoring a semblance of life to your otherwise waxen complexion, as it dripped down your throat. Slowly, your jaw began to move, lips puckering up as it suctioned against the open wound, the tip of your tongue licking across it over and over again like the sweetest nectar you’d ever savored.

“There you go, angel,” he panted, feeling the pressure grow taut around his wrist as he stroked your hair tenderly with his other hand. “Just a bit more.”

He concentrated on the act, investing the power of his vitae into you, passing on the curse of Caine which he had carried with him all this while. On top of that came the Bane and Compulsion of his clan, as well as its Disciplines and strengths.

You couldn’t explain why your body reacted so naturally to it, but your appetite for his vitae was insatiable, like an insurmountable tidal wave heading towards shore. Your eyes flew open and you caught his ocean blue gaze. Gasping for breath, you clamped down on his wrist even harder, earning you a gratifying moan that fell from his lips, as they twisted into an expression of excruciating euphoria.

Likewise, you felt the build up of sheer bliss with an underlying tinge of agony within you, as you continued drinking from him, unable to stop yourself, no matter how much you tried. Every fiber of your being burned like a warm, inviting flame. You were the epitome of a phoenix in a pyre, combusting and being reborn again, walking barefoot across searing hot coal unharmed, as the fire raged on. From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, into eternal life.

And then he appeared before you like an ethereal, ghostly apparition, kneeling in the pews of a cathedral you didn’t recognize, praying fervently to a crucified man on a wooden cross. Subsequently, the scene switched to a hectic office space, permeated with the shrill sound of phones ringing and papers flying in every direction. There he stood in the center of the room, like the eye of a storm, a handgun secured in his holster as he moved the pins around on a crime board. One vision blurred into the other and it felt as if you were seeing his past, present and future all at once.

An immense rush of ecstasy filled your senses at the final image of you riding him like a horse, as if you were experiencing it for yourself firsthand. Sweat poured down your naked bodies as you rolled your hips back and forth against his lasciviously. His calloused hands squeezed the sides of your thighs, encouraging you to move faster as he thrust up into you. In the throes of passion, you threw your head back and cried out in excess, but found it muffled against his wrist as you abruptly returned to reality. Your eyes went straight to his, and the knowing look on his face gave it away, confirming that you had partaken in the last vision together.

The Beast was gnawing at the cage in his chest again as you suckled more of his vitae. A hunger arose within him and he was aware that the deed had been done. The primary hurdle was getting you to stop.

“Angel, my love,” he called to you softly, “That’s all I can give you.”

You had heard every word he said; they were crystal clear, but your head remained fuzzy, as if it were wrapped in layers of cotton wool, dampening your thoughts. He could see it in your glazed eyes that you were unable to register what he had requested of you, but he couldn’t bear to tear himself away.

“Please, angel,” he whimpered. “Let go.”

At that point, something in you clicked. Perhaps it was the sight of a broken man, crouched in the middle of his living room, weary from all the bloodshed and the cruel hand fate had dealt him tonight. You wanted to do everything you could to soothe his pain. The same pain that had crept up in his voice the night he put you to bed, and when he had wondered out loud in the park if you could accept him for who he was.

Loosening your grip, you tilted back, allowing him to retract his hand as you ingested the rest of his vitae in your mouth. Nothing could ever come close to the intensity of what you had just felt. Gradually, you came down from the high and your ragged breathing evened out. A numbing weight pressed against your body as your eyes fluttered before closing. Was this it? Was this the end? All you could think of was what a peaceful way it was to die.

A shiver ran down his spine as Leon caressed your cheek, watching you fall back to sleep again. Even his own Embrace hadn’t gone this far. Of course it had been the best thing he had felt in the world, but this, with you? It was on a completely different plane. The memories, the shared sexual intimacy, how—? Did he hallucinate that? He still hadn’t figured it out. It was something for maybe the Tremere, unfortunately, to advise on.

But he had bigger things to worry about now. This was only a temporary respite before you would awake in torment, and he needed to find a way to ease that as quickly as possible, despite being so ill-prepared. It would be the first lesson he’d have to teach you and one of the worst.

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A set of steely arms wrapped around you the moment your body jolted upright as you came to. Disoriented and unable to think straight, you struggled to break out of their hold as you heard Leon’s voice in your ear, “Shhh… it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s me.”

You tried to speak but only unintelligible growls escaped your mouth and you continued thrashing about wildly, as a gut-wrenching pain ripped through your flesh and bones. It felt like hundreds of rats were clawing their way out of your stomach as your eyes searched the room rabidly for the offending source that was driving you insane.

And then you saw him. A man in a fancy business suit, unconscious but propped up against the wall. His hands were bound with rope and a nasty bruise swelled at the side of his head. You let out a torturous wail when it finally dawned on you that the very substance you had been lusting after was his blood. It smelled incredible from where you were seated and you were frothing at the mouth like a deranged animal.

What the fuck was going on?! your mind screamed, while you made guttural noises in retaliation. Is this—? Oh god, no! What did he do to me?

There was a persistent throb in your corner teeth, as if they had been plucked out by force and something foreign had been put in its place. You ran your tongue over them, they were elongated and sharp. Just like-

Leon? He pulled you flush against his chest, trapping you in his iron grip, and with a sense of urgency, he spelled out, “Listen to me, you’re not gonna like this, but you need to feed on him.”

Shaking your head violently, your eyes rolled back as if you were possessed by a demonic entity, while you fought with all your might against him and your overzealous hunger. No, no, no, fuck that! I won’t—!

“If you don’t, you will lose control and murder everyone in your path,” he explained.

Noticing how you continued to resist him vehemently, he added, “You won’t have to kill him, I can show you how.”

You whined, scratching at his hands and crying like a hapless pup. There was no need for you to articulate it in words. He understood everything you were going through — the inner turmoil and mental dilemma at your first feed. Except, you had it worse off than him. At least back then, he knew what he was getting himself into and accepted it. You just didn’t have the privilege of time.

Shambling across the floorboards, he brought you closer to the man. “It’s not easy in this state, but you’re strong, and smart. I know you can.” He paused, shifting his grip on you so that he could point out an obscured trail along the man’s neck. “You need to hit one of the arteries or veins for a clean feed. Usually, you’d take it slow and be more careful, but we don’t really have an option tonight.”

Suppressing another painful whine, you tried your utmost to follow his instructions as a beast-like creature went berserk in your chest, bashing it way through your ribcage. Focusing on the area he had identified, you could more or less make out the veins protruding from his skin, like an ultrasound.

“Here, the jugular,” he indicated. “You can start with that, but don’t drain him fully. I’ll help you to stop, just remember to lick it close at the end, okay?”

Nodding, you sobbed out a vague agreement, though your feet were kicking out furiously, itching to be set free. It felt like your mind and body had been separated in two, and neither worked in tandem with each other. The scent of this man’s blood was overpowering, it was making you giddy.

As soon as he let you go, you lurched forward, grabbing the man’s neck roughly as you plunged your teeth into the vein you’d singled out. A viscous, intoxicating liquid enveloped your mouth as you had your fill. Raw energy flowed from one end to another, restoring function to your organs and limbs, as they began to come under your control again. The more you drank, the clearer your mind became, and the Beast within you quietened, satiated from the elixir that seemed to nourish your entire being and soul. Soul? Did you still have one, especially after this?

From a distance you heard your name, accompanied by an appeal to cut it short. Once again, you were thrown into the depths of a battlefield, where each side struggled for dominance as its victor. It felt too good to end it here. Why should you obey? a voice inside you sneered.

A pair of hands gripped your shoulders from behind. Leon’s tone was stern and resolute: “Stop, lick the wound now.”

His command reverberated through your hollow chest, rattling your bones as you submitted to him. Swabbing your tongue over the puncture site, you released your prey as Leon pulled you away. Splotches of bright crimson covered the man’s attire as well as your own. It had been a messy affair.

“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry.” His voice was tender again, as he turned your face to his. Dragging his fingertip along the spilled blood trickling down your throat, he scooped up the remains and sucked it into his mouth.

By now, he was an expert in cleaning up after his elders, having done his fair share of dirty errands. That’s what neonates like him were good for. At least it would come in handy tonight. The man was still alive, drowsy as hell, but his heart was beating. He had taught you well.

“You did this to me.” The accusation rang like the toll of a bell in his ears, as he watched your expression change into one of pure hatred and disgust. 

But before you could continue on with the verbal onslaught you had been saving up for him, a debilitating pain struck, blinding you in the process as you clutched your abdomen and trembled turbulently. What—? When will this ever end?

You were physically dealing with the bitter aftermath of being snatched from the hands of death and flung into rebirth through abnormal means. Anything within you that didn’t need to be there anymore would be cleansed in the next few hours, as your body was dying and disposing of the needless waste. It was not like this in the movies. You wanted to laugh at the outright ridiculousness of it, but all you managed were terrified shrieks. 

It was humiliating to be brought down this low in front of him — the man who went from someone you had started to fall for to the last person in the world you wanted to be in the same room with. You hated him for what he had done to you. The fire came back, but this time it was like being burnt at the stake; it was harrowing. 

To Leon, you could never degrade yourself in his eyes. He stayed with you the whole time, rubbing reassuring circles on your back as you writhed in agony, dirtying his rug with vomit and piss. 

Though she had cared in her own way, Ada never did this for him. He remembered his transformation like it was just yesterday. The serene peach walls of her bathroom, equipped with fluffy towels, aromatic diffusers, and soft music playing in the background, like a spa he couldn’t enjoy. He had been tucked away safely in the bathtub, the door locked on him, as he shivered uncontrollably like a junkie. She couldn’t bear to see him like this — his face covered in snot, stinking up the place with a vacant look in his eyes. It was a mess, but a controlled one.

With you, he wanted it all — the good and the bad. He couldn’t offer you the luxuries that Ada had with him, but he would be there beside you, taking care of you like the sire he desired to be.

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There was a sense of déjà vu when you awakened for the second time that night. Or was it morning? You couldn’t be sure anymore. Somehow, you had ended up on a double bed that wasn’t your own and in clothes that you’d never wear — not unless you were a lingerie model on the cover of a magazine spread, or one of those rich housewives looking to spice things up in the bedroom. In your last conscious moments, you thought you had soiled yourself, but now you were squeaky clean. Did Leon—?

“Hey.”

Speak of the devil. 

You whipped your head in his direction, and saw him leaning against the banister of the stairs that connected the partially open, mezzanine-like level to the main floor below, which it overlooked. Out of a sense of self-preservation and modesty, you crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself tightly.

Stifling a laugh, he smiled at you bashfully like a teenage boy in front of his first crush. “It’s, um, my sire’s.” He gestured towards your outfit. “I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t have anything else.”

Sire? Letting yourself go, you peered down at the fitting lace chemise that clung to your body, still feeling vulnerable and naked under his gaze, as you speculated over what he meant.

“It suits you,” he complimented, either oblivious to your bemusement or attempting not broach the subject at this point.

The remark he had made, even if with good intentions, made your blood boil. “Does turning me into a monster suit me?” you spat, getting up from the bed as you strode towards him in fury.

A flicker of remorse flashed across his eyes and his breath hitched. He thought he could stall for time and reconcile with you before having the talk, but he had been blindsided by your astuteness. Despite that, he tried to pacify you. “Angel…”

But you weren’t having any of it. “Shut up!” you hollered, slapping him hard across the face. The blow was harsh enough to send his head snapping to the side, leaving a vivid red handprint marked on his cheek. “I’m not your angel, and never will be!”

He could’ve punished you for your insolence, but chose to suck it up and tolerate it. You were clearly struggling to accept your new circumstances.

“Okay, I deserve that,” he conceded, gingerly rubbing the side of his face where it stung.

You didn’t seem to care though, in fact, you were absolutely livid to the point where you couldn’t speak. Casting him a venomous look of disdain, you drew in labored breaths, your chest rising and falling in rapid, heaving motions.

His watery eyes met yours, and you saw the pain and hurt brimming in them. “You would’ve died back there,” he whispered. “I couldn’t let that happen to you.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you withdrew from him, gripping the edge of the bedpost so intensely that a huge chunk of it broke off. Wait, just how strong were you now?

He glanced over at the damage and winced. Dammit, I liked that bed, he sighed to himself. 

“I wish I did,” you muttered, eyeing the piece of metal in your hand skeptically before chucking it to the side. “You could’ve done your job and buried me.”

That was when he lost his cool. “Don’t say that,” he hissed sharply, his gaze smoldering like dying embers, as he marched forward, seizing your wrist to prevent you from backing away. “I just wanted to help—”

“Help?” you questioned testily, challenging him head on with a fierce glare. “You forced me to drink some guy’s blood!”

“You would’ve died,” he reiterated, using the same excuse in a loop as if he never heard you.

“He could’ve died!” you retorted, with the same stupid line of argument that Leon had been falling back on each time.

“Well, he didn’t, and he’s fine!” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration and huffed as he pivoted to one side, before turning back to shoot daggers at you. “A little anemic, but fine!” he expounded for good measure.

There was a slight pause until you fired back, “Go fuck yourself, Leon S. Kennedy,” letting every syllable of his full name roll off your tongue mockingly.

A low growl erupted from his sternum. He wanted to yank you roughly by the hair, throw you onto the bed and teach you a lesson. Jesus Christ, Leon, don’t go there. Get a hold of yourself! 

Instead, he bottled up his anger and composed himself. Releasing a deep, slow breath, he evened out his tone, reasoning with you. “Look, like it or not, you need to come to terms with… what you are.”

You hadn’t backtalked him yet; that was a good sign.

“If you want to survive these nights, then I’m the best shot you got.”

Even though you held nothing but contempt towards him in your heart at that very moment, you realized that ultimately, he had a point. And so, you grudgingly raised the white flag. “Fine,” you relented. “But I will never forgive you.”

Another compromise. He could work with that, for now.

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[hongherbac]

[Serizawa centric] The Humanity of S&S - Chapter 4

Read it on AO3

Chapter: 4/6

Fandom: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100 Rating: General Audiences

Non-Romantic Relationships: Seirizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka & Dimple

Summary: Reigen and Dimple set out for an exorcism.

CW: mild horror, insects, worms, body horror, mild self harm (all due to the evil spirit)

Chapter 4

"I got it. Now, just get some rest."

Reigen slid his cell phone closed. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't worried. Maybe he should have taken Serizawa out yesterday.

"It's quite rare that Serizawa actually takes a sick leave." Dimple said.

"Well, we all have our moments."

"I remember you have an appointment this afternoon, don't you? What now? Want me to do you a favor?"

Reigen looked at the calendar, "Oh, it's the gentleman who came two days ago. According to his description, his wife had a stroke a few months ago, and has been bedridden ever since. I think his daughter got an OCD because of the stress of a sudden change in the family. The parents, however, refuse to acknowledge it. I will refer them to a couple of ‘psychiatric clinics’. She should get better with continued treatment. Anyway, you should come with me, just in case."

"At least say thank you."

Later that day, they arrived at the client's house a few minutes early.

It was a traditional wooden bungalow nestled in a quiet residential neighborhood. The exterior walls were unpainted, showing the dark wood that had been weathered by time, giving it an eerie, somber look. It had been sunny on their way here, but now the clouds were dark, circling the house and casting an ominous shadow.

Dimple looked up at the sky, where a large amount of black resentment energy continued to emerge from above the house. He turned his head and realized that Reigen was staring in the same direction with a grim face. If it could even be seen by a human, the evil spirit must be very, very powerful.

"Reigen, this isn't something you or I can handle. Just go back."

"We've already made the appointment with the client. We can't just go back." Reigen swayed reluctantly, hands in his pockets, but his feet moved forward toward the door.

"You're kidding me! Even Serizawa can't beat that one. Ask Shigeo to take care of it. Hey! Reigen!"

-Ding-dong.

Within seconds of the doorbell ringing, the client came to greet him, apparently having been waiting. It had only been two days, but the middle-aged man was even more haggard than the last time. He was in a trance, and his hair was visibly falling out one by one.

"Come in, please."

They followed the client into the house. As soon as they stepped through the door, the air turned cold and stagnant. There was a rustling of insects and a buzzing of flies from somewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, Reigen thought he caught a glimpse of something flash by. But when he looked again, there was nothing. Reigen felt an itch on his cheek. He slapped himself. Is that a mosquito or something?

"Dimple, what's the situation?" Reigen asked in a low voice.

"Well…" Dimple said with a rare complex expression, "You're lucky you can't see it."

In the eyes of the evil spirit, the house was coated in black. The walls, the floors, the pillars, the ceilings, and the furniture. Without a gap in sight, they were all covered with soft, slimy, and dense black worms, disgustingly countless, crawling on the client's emaciated body. As Reigen walked by, the worms climbed onto his shoes, wriggled slowly, and crept into his pants.

They went up to the second floor. The client knocked on the door and called out weakly, "Rico, the exorcist is here. Please open the door. I promise he will help you."

"I told you not to bother me while I'm studying."

A girl's voice came from the room. A little later, the wooden door opened a small crack, revealing the girl's grim, skeptical face.

"I'm sorry, Rico, but please let the exorcist take a look inside. It won't take long." The client pleaded in a low voice.

The girl glanced at Reigen, and without saying anything, opened the door for them to enter. Her face was pale and riddled with pink scratches, some of which were oozing blood, while others were scabbed over and broken, leaving bruises everywhere. The girl turned back to her desk, where several reference books were spread out in front of her, tattered and dirty from repeated pencil scribbles. She picked up her pen and scratched her face, her neck, her arms, and her body with the left hand.

Reigen looked around. It was an ordinary room of a girl. Of course, he could not see the black worms all over the place, otherwise he would not be so calm. But he did feel that the atmosphere here was even heavier than downstairs. Seeing the girl scratching herself, even he couldn't help but feel itchy, but he resisted the urge to scratch it.

Reigen cleared a space on the girl's bed to sit down, spoke in a kind voice, "Hello, my name is Reigen Arataka. Your father has hired me to help you."

"… Just shut up. Do whatever you want. I'm trying to concentrate." Scratch. Scratch.

"Have you been disturbed by any paranormal phenomena lately?"

"… No. Dad is overreacting. He gets everyone upset."

"You're studying hard. Are you preparing for an exam?"

"… High school entrance exams are in a few months." Scratch. Scratch.

"They're very important to you, aren't they?"

"Of course they are!" The girl slammed her pen down and yelled angrily, "High school determines college, and college determines your life! You can't even get into a company without good grades! Getting low wages for life! Being looked down upon! It's a world of academic qualifications, and a person's place in society is determined at this time. It will become a lifelong imprint!"

The client said timidly, "But, Rico, you're pushing yourself too hard… You need to sleep and eat something."

"Dad is in no position to say that! Didn't you and Mom teach me that? I will get into the best high school. You'll see! It's nothing to work a little harder now."

The girl turned her eyes back to the reference book.

"Ahhhh, I'm getting itchy again talking to you guys. There are too many bugs around. So itchy. It's driving me crazy! Leave me alone! I need to study. If I concentrate, it won't itch anymore…"

Her fingers scratched harder and harder, her already red and swollen skin was scratched to the point of breaking, but she didn't stop. Bright red blood gurgled down from her cheeks, only to be smeared by her fingernails, as if turning into a strange rouge.

Reigen decided to stop stimulating the girl and signaled for the client to leave the room temporarily. They came out into the hallway to discuss the matter. The client looked at Reigen pitifully, almost in tears, with a few more strands of hair falling out. He begged in broken words, not even knowing what he was saying, just clinging to a piece of driftwood for salvation.

Reigen pondered for a long time before finally looking up, "Anyway, let's call an ambulance first."

"A-Ambulance!"

"We can't let Rico hurt herself any further. At least she will be protected for a while in the hospital."

"Aren't you a psychic? Get rid of that evil spirit that's haunting my daughter now!"

"Ah, ah, yes. This spirit is more vicious than I expected. The spiteful energy has spread throughout the house. I'm afraid it's dangerous to stay here. I remember your wife also lives here, right? I suggest that you two move out for a few days, and I will bring my apprentice to perform the exorcism ceremony. I'll let you know when it's over."

"Uh, uh…"

"Hey, Reigen." Dimple said, "Something is wrong. The evil spirit isn't possessing the girl."

"What?" Reigen frowned, his mind racing, "So, that means--"

A terrifying voice echoed through the air.

"Do not take my daughter."

A woman's voice came from all directions, old, weak and hollow, and unshakably insistent.

"I heard it all. Kaishi, how could you end up with such a crook? SEND THEM OUT NOW."

"Darling, please don't!" The client pleaded.

Reigen looked around. He had already seen the general layout when they passed by the first floor. Since it was a family of three and Rico's room was known, he quickly deduced the location of the master bedroom. Without hesitation, he moved forward and opened the door.

Inside lay a woman. Disheveled gray hair fell across her forehead. Her cheeks were sunken, her face pale and ashen, and her eyes were wide open, out of focus, but somehow giving off an intense feeling, as if she were actually staring at everything. Withered hands reached out from the dirty blanket, the skin flaccid and fragile. The thin lips opened and closed without making a sound, like a fish out of water struggling for air. Something black crawled out of her mouth.

"Oh, it's a living wraith." Dimple said in wonder.

"Rico NEEDS to focus on studying for her exams."

"I will KILL anyone who tries to bother her again."

"… Bullshit."

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'm sick of your bullshit!!" Reigen snapped, pointing his finger directly at the woman, "Everyone is talking about exams, exams. It's just high school, a liiiiiitle teeny tiny part, not your whole life! There are still plenty of opportunities in the future. Fine, kids can be like that, but what's an old hag like you fussing about?"

"Nonsense! To get ahead in this society - "

"What do you get by pushing a girl to that extent! Without everything else in life, you are nothing but an empty shell. Isn't she your daughter? Don't you feel sorry for her?"

"So it is. I see."

"Glad you've finally seen it! … Uh, let me just ask, what did you see?"

"You're those bad friends who come to confuse Rico, the stumbling blocks to her bright future."

The woman's eyes were hanging, her neck pulled by invisible threads. A mass of eerie black smoke seeped out of her mouth.

"You must be eliminated NOW."

[plethoraworldatlas]

On the heels of passing a groundbreaking bird-friendly building design policy last month, the Lake County Board approved a new ordinance at its June meeting to mitigate fatal bird collisions with glass on non-residential buildings in unincorporated Lake County. 

The ordinance, which will go into effect on August 11, 2024, requires bird-friendly design as part of new construction or major renovation of non-residential development in unincorporated areas of Lake County. These projects must use at least 80 percent bird-friendly glass on their exteriors from ground level to 100 feet high. This ordinance also applies to non-residential accessory structures such as free-standing glass walls, accessory storage buildings, glass-enclosed gazebos and pavilions and similar structures.

"The Lake County Board continues to march forward in our commitment towards innovative environmental policies and decisions as highlighted in our strategic plan," said Sandy Hart, Lake County Board Chair. "We are taking a proactive approach to safeguard the numerous bird species that enrich our natural landscape and our lives."

Nearly one billion birds annually collide with glass in the United States according to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. To birds, glass is an invisible, deceiving threat. Since they cannot see glass the way people do, they do not treat it as a barrier to avoid.

"Bird-friendly infrastructure is not just a win for the environment, but also for the community at large," said Paul Frank, Lake County Finance and Administrative Committee Chair and Board Member for District 11. "These measures will help reduce bird collisions, conserve biodiversity, and set a precedent for sustainable development that municipalities, other counties, businesses and residents can practice too.”

[comfortcushions]

Source: the wolfness photography

Water Tower

Mannheim. Germany

[kokujin-josei-simmer]

The 4 unit residential rental lot I'm decorating (probably 80% done with) is a residential build by EmeraldStories on the Gallery. The exterior is actually white, but since it's Sulani I needed some color and yes, I placed it near the volcano *how did those cars get there? By ferry, that's how! LOL*. I did add the volcano trait to the landlord's apartment to see how it would effect him, I'm gonna test it before I start moving in families. If it causes too much panic then I'll just...remove the trait 🤭

The shared spaces has a cafe and some retail space (I think, I don't remember) on the first floor. I plan on using the mod that changes the shared space in residential rentals into community lots so the cafe/retail spaces function like normal community lots.

I'm worried though because I noticed the locks do not work properly for residential rentals, I've locked the landlord's apartment, saved and exited the game only to come back to see that it's unlocked. So I'm gonna test the mod before I move anyone else in to make sure no outside sims come wandering into his (or the vacant) apartments. If I add the private dwelling trait to the apartments then that would turn the shared spaces into hangouts for residents only, which isn't bad if that's what I was going for but I wanna make it available to non-residents, too🤔

[icingsweet]

wc: works with percy!

CAT, 28, GMT;  SHE/THEY. | if you’re hearing ANTAGONIST by NOVA TWINS playing, you have to know ERIN WILLIAMS  (THEY/HE; ENBY) is near by! the 25 year old BARTENDER has been in denver for, like, 5 YEARS. they’re known to be quite CYNICAL, but being RELENTLESS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble QUINTESSA SWINDELL. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WEARING SUNGLASSES INSIDE, HEADPHONES ON, PATCHES AND PINS, and UNANSWERED TEXTS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough! 

BASICS:

NAME: erin williams.

NIKNAMES: will accept rin.

AGE: twenty-five.

BIRTHDAY: february 10th.

ETHNICITY: african-american and white. 

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: non-binary, they/he. 

SEXUALITY: pansexual.

OCCUPATION: bartender.

CONNECTIONS:

banks - roomie, before and after incarceration.

unnamed third roomie - wanted connection!

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

unnamed third roomie

friend (erin doesn't make friends easily!)

ex-friends with benefits

enemies

PHYSICAL:

HAIR COLOUR: brown.

EYE COLOUR: brown.

HEIGHT: 5 foot 3 inches.

PIERCINGS: septum piercing. 

TATTOOS: little pieces around their body until they can afford a big piece. 

SCARS: hands, noticeable the palm side on their right hand. 

BIOGRAPHY:

tw: fighting / glass injuries. 

It’s always been him looking out for himself. Life for Erin growing up was group homes and residential child care before they aged out of the system, having no connections and no supportive networks they learned from an early age that they had to be ​self-sufficient because there wasn’t any other choice. 

Before ending up in Colorado, but by no means settling, they moved around from grubby motel to grubby motel trying to survive on the scraps their minimum wage jobs gave them. Even though Denver offers another dead-end job they now have a small apartment with two roommates - that’s the first time they’ve had an ounce of support so it was worth sticking around.

While Banks was always a live wire there was more to him than that. Once you got passed the tough exterior he was goofy and protective — it was the first time somebody was protective over Erin it was the latter in combination with his temper which was dangerous. Late one night the two were headed home from a club when somebody couldn’t hold their mouth, and like a natural reflex Erin always gave as good as they got, until the other swung an empty bottle they tried to stop with their hand. All they remember is blood and the look on Banks' face. 

While Erin has a million conflicting thoughts about him being arrested, it boils down to how guilty they feel for not de-escalating the situation and as a result Erin tries to keep their anger in check. Even years later they still have trouble with their hand as a muscle the glass cut never healed back to normal, the scar tissue makes it difficult to stretch their hand and it’s noticeably weaker than the other. While their hands are generally littered with scars from previous jobs, mostly burn marks from being a barista, the ones on their palms are the most notable. 

OTHER:

Making friends is hard for them. If it’s not them being mentally and physically tired out after a long day or a resting bitch face, it’s their distrust for people and people’s intentions. They’ve met significantly more bad people than good. And if they’re good, what are they getting out of it and what do they want? It’s unrealistic to Erin. 

While Erin is known for being grumpy and irritated, it stems from their depression. They struggle to find enjoyment between work and bills, they constantly wonder why they’re unwanted, they feel guilty, and they have no interest in doing things outside of work as their hand injury stopped them from playing the one thing they enjoyed - their guitar. 

Erin would like to work with charities that offer assistance to those transitioning out of foster care, but that alongside singing is another pipe dream, as they envision their life struggling to pay rent forever more. 

[marmolesegypt2132]

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[comfortcushions]

St Xavier's College (Mumbai, India). Founded in 1869.

just the infrastructure of my college is more than enough 🤌

[onthespotcleanersblog]

The Ultimate Guide to Hiring a Kitchen Hood Cleaning Service

A clean kitchen hood is crucial for maintaining a safe and efficient cooking environment. Grease buildup can lead to fire hazards, poor air quality, and non-compliance with local health codes. Regular professional cleaning ensures that your kitchen operates safely and efficiently.

How to Choose the Best Kitchen Hood Cleaning Service

1. Verify Certifications and Compliance

Always ensure that the cleaning company complies with NFPA 96 standards, which regulate ventilation control and fire protection. Certified professionals have the necessary training to thoroughly clean and maintain exhaust systems.

2. Check Experience and Expertise

Look for a service provider with years of experience in commercial and residential kitchen hood cleaning. An experienced team understands different system types and provides effective solutions to remove grease and debris.

3. Read Customer Reviews and Testimonials

Before hiring, check Google reviews, Yelp, and Better Business Bureau (BBB) ratings. Positive feedback from past clients can indicate reliable service and professional conduct.

4. Request a Detailed Inspection and Quote

A reputable cleaning service should offer a free inspection and a transparent estimate before beginning work. The quote should outline services included, such as deep degreasing, duct cleaning, fan maintenance, and filter replacement.

5. Confirm the Cleaning Process and Frequency

Ensure the company follows a comprehensive cleaning process, including:

Degreasing hood interiors and exteriors

Cleaning grease filters and ductwork

Checking and maintaining exhaust fans

Ensuring compliance with fire safety codes

The recommended frequency of kitchen hood cleaning varies depending on usage:

Monthly: Fast-food restaurants and high-volume kitchens

Quarterly: Casual dining restaurants

Semi-annually: Low-volume kitchens

Annually: Home kitchens and occasional-use facilities

Benefits of Professional Kitchen Hood Cleaning

1. Reduces Fire Risks

Accumulated grease is highly flammable. Professional cleaning removes built-up grease and oil residues, significantly reducing the risk of kitchen fires.

2. Enhances Air Quality

A dirty hood system can trap smoke, odors, and harmful pollutants, leading to poor indoor air quality. Regular cleaning ensures a healthier work environment for kitchen staff.

3. Improves Energy Efficiency

A clean exhaust system operates more efficiently, reducing energy consumption and lowering utility costs.

4. Extends Equipment Lifespan

Regular maintenance prevents wear and tear on exhaust fans and ductwork, prolonging the lifespan of your kitchen equipment.

5. Ensures Health Code Compliance

Most local health departments require clean and well-maintained kitchen hoods. Failing inspections can lead to fines or even business closures.

Red Flags to Avoid When Hiring a Kitchen Hood Cleaning Service

1. Lack of Proper Certification

Avoid companies that cannot provide proof of NFPA 96 compliance or other relevant certifications.

2. Unclear Pricing or Hidden Fees

A reputable service should offer transparent pricing. Beware of companies that provide vague quotes and later add extra charges.

3. Rushed or Superficial Cleaning

Proper cleaning requires thorough degreasing and inspection. If a company rushes the process or skips areas like ducts and fans, they are not providing quality service.

4. Poor Customer Service

If a company is difficult to contact, unresponsive, or has unprofessional staff, it may be a sign of unreliable service.

What to Expect During a Professional Kitchen Hood Cleaning

Pre-Inspection – The team assesses grease buildup and system condition.

Preparation – Protective coverings are placed to prevent messes.

Degreasing – Hood, filters, ducts, and fans are thoroughly cleaned.

Pressure Washing – Some services use high-pressure steam or chemical cleaning for deep removal.

Post-Inspection and Reporting – The technician provides a service report and recommendations for maintenance.

DIY vs. Professional Kitchen Hood Cleaning

While DIY cleaning may seem cost-effective, it lacks the effectiveness of professional service. Deep cleaning requires specialized equipment and expertise to remove hidden grease deposits. For safety and compliance, always hire a licensed professional.

Final Thoughts

Hiring a professional kitchen hood cleaning service is an investment in safety, efficiency, and compliance. By choosing a reputable company, you can ensure your kitchen remains clean, safe, and up to code. Regular maintenance protects your business, staff, and customers from potential hazards.

[comfortcushions]

Source: Steve Liddiard (IG)

Whiteford Lighthouse, Gower, Wales

by Steve Liddiard

Historic Photographer of the Year

[umarhussain11]

Rubber Flooring Dubai: The Ultimate Choice for Durability and Safety

Rubber flooring has gained immense popularity in Dubai due to its durability, safety, and versatility. Whether in commercial spaces, gyms, playgrounds, or residential areas, rubber flooring Dubai offers a practical and stylish solution that withstands the region’s harsh climate and heavy foot traffic.

Why Choose Rubber Flooring Dubai?

Dubai is known for its modern infrastructure and high standards in interior and exterior design. Rubber flooring aligns perfectly with these expectations by offering benefits such as: Durability and Longevity Rubber flooring is highly resilient and can endure extreme temperatures, making it an excellent choice for Dubai’s hot climate. It resists wear and tear, ensuring long-lasting performance in high-traffic areas. Safety and Comfort One of the primary reasons people opt for rubber flooring is its non-slip surface, which reduces the risk of accidents. This makes it ideal for gyms, schools, hospitals, and playgrounds. Additionally, the cushioned nature of rubber flooring provides comfort for those who stand for extended periods. Water and Moisture Resistance In a humid climate like Dubai’s, water-resistant flooring is essential. Rubber flooring does not absorb moisture, making it perfect for kitchens, bathrooms, and outdoor areas. It also prevents mold and bacteria growth, promoting a hygienic environment. Eco-Friendly Option Many rubber flooring options are made from recycled materials, contributing to sustainability efforts in Dubai. Choosing rubber flooring helps reduce waste and supports green building initiatives. Easy Maintenance Rubber flooring requires minimal maintenance. Regular sweeping and occasional mopping with mild detergent keep it looking new. Its stain-resistant properties make it an excellent choice for both residential and commercial applications.

Applications of Rubber Flooring in Dubai

Rubber flooring is widely used across various sectors in Dubai due to its adaptability and practicality. Some common applications include:

Gyms and Fitness Centers: Provides shock absorption and protects joints during workouts.

Playgrounds: Ensures a safe surface for children to play without the risk of injuries.

Offices and Commercial Spaces: Adds a professional look while providing noise reduction.

Industrial Areas: Enhances safety by preventing slips and falls in workspaces.

Residential Spaces: Used in kitchens, balconies, and even living rooms for a modern and practical touch.

Types of Rubber Flooring Available in Dubai

There are several types of rubber flooring to choose from, each catering to different needs:

Rubber Tiles: Easy to install and replace, ideal for gyms and offices.

Rubber Rolls: Provides seamless coverage, perfect for large spaces.

Interlocking Rubber Mats: Convenient and removable, great for temporary setups.

Conclusion

Rubber flooring Dubai is a smart investment due to its durability, safety, and aesthetic appeal. Whether for homes, commercial properties, or recreational areas, it offers a cost-effective and long-lasting flooring solution. With various styles and finishes available, you can find the perfect rubber flooring to enhance any space while ensuring comfort and safety.

[jeredengineering]

Structural Integrity in Dry Construction: Myths vs. Facts

Dry construction, often misunderstood, has faced several myths about its structural reliability compared to traditional wet construction. However, modern advancements and engineering expertise have proven that dry construction is not only durable but also versatile and efficient. This article demystifies the misconceptions surrounding dry construction’s structural integrity and presents the facts that make it a leading choice in the construction industry.

At Jered Engineering & Designs Limited, we are committed to educating stakeholders across Nigeria and Africa about the capabilities of dry construction and ensuring that the truth prevails over myths.

Myth 1: Dry Construction Is Not as Strong as Traditional Methods

Fact: Dry construction materials like gypsum boards, lightweight steel frames, and fiber cement panels are engineered for strength and durability. When properly installed, they can match or exceed the structural performance of traditional brick-and-mortar systems.

Supporting Evidence:

Lightweight Steel Frames: These frames offer high tensile strength, making them ideal for both residential and commercial structures. They can withstand seismic activities and high wind loads.

Fiber Cement Boards: Known for their durability, these boards resist wear and tear, moisture, and fire.

Jered Engineering’s Contribution:

Our projects across Nigeria utilize advanced materials and engineering techniques to ensure that dry construction structures meet the highest strength and safety standards.

Myth 2: Dry Construction Cannot Handle Heavy Loads

Fact: Load-bearing dry construction systems are specifically designed to handle significant weight. With proper planning and material selection, dry construction can accommodate heavy loads, making it suitable for multi-story buildings and industrial applications.

Supporting Evidence:

Reinforced Frameworks: Steel and aluminum frameworks used in dry construction are capable of supporting extensive loads.

Partition Walls: High-density gypsum boards and other advanced materials can support shelves, cabinets, and other fixtures.

Jered Engineering’s Expertise:

We use state-of-the-art tools and structural analysis to design load-bearing dry construction systems tailored to the unique requirements of Nigerian and African projects.

Myth 3: Dry Construction Is Prone to Damage from Moisture and Humidity

Fact: Modern dry construction materials are designed to resist moisture and humidity, ensuring long-term performance even in challenging climates.

Supporting Evidence:

Moisture-Resistant Gypsum Boards: These boards are treated to resist water absorption, making them suitable for kitchens, bathrooms, and other high-humidity areas.

Fiber Cement Panels: Highly resistant to water damage, these panels are ideal for exterior applications.

Jered Engineering’s Approach:

We select materials that are tested for performance in Nigeria’s diverse climates, ensuring durability and resistance to moisture-related issues.

Myth 4: Dry Construction Is Not Fire-Resistant

Fact: Dry construction systems are designed with fire-resistant materials that provide superior safety in case of fire incidents.

Supporting Evidence:

Fire-Rated Gypsum Boards: These boards can withstand high temperatures for extended periods, providing critical time for evacuation and containment.

Non-Combustible Frameworks: Steel and aluminum structures used in dry construction do not contribute to fire spread.

Jered Engineering’s Safety Standards:

All our projects comply with fire safety regulations, utilizing fire-resistant materials to protect lives and property.

Myth 5: Dry Construction Is Less Durable Over Time

Fact: Properly constructed dry systems are long-lasting and require minimal maintenance, making them a reliable choice for decades.

Supporting Evidence:

Durable Materials: Gypsum boards, fiber cement panels, and lightweight steel are resistant to cracking, warping, and environmental wear.

Sustainable Finishes: Protective coatings and finishes extend the lifespan of dry construction elements.

Jered Engineering’s Longevity Assurance:

We implement maintenance strategies and use high-quality materials to ensure the longevity of every dry construction project we undertake.

Myth 6: Dry Construction Is Not Suitable for High-Risk Areas

Fact: Dry construction systems are highly adaptable and can be engineered to withstand challenging conditions, including earthquakes, hurricanes, and floods.

Supporting Evidence:

Seismic-Resistant Designs: Lightweight steel frames allow for flexibility and energy dissipation during seismic events.

Weather-Resistant Materials: Panels treated for UV resistance and moisture protection excel in extreme weather conditions.

Jered Engineering’s Specialized Solutions:

We design structures to meet the specific environmental challenges of regions across Nigeria and Africa, ensuring safety and reliability.

Why Choose Dry Construction for Structural Integrity?

Dry construction offers several advantages when it comes to strength, efficiency, and sustainability:

Precision Engineering: Computer-aided designs ensure structural accuracy.

Speed of Construction: Dry methods allow faster project completion without compromising quality.

Reduced Environmental Impact: Using recyclable and lightweight materials minimizes waste and resource consumption.

At Jered Engineering & Designs Limited, we have proven time and again that dry construction is a reliable, durable, and adaptable building method. By debunking myths and showcasing the facts, we aim to empower professionals, technicians, and aspiring builders with the knowledge they need to make informed decisions.

Conclusion

The myths surrounding dry construction’s structural integrity stem from outdated perceptions. With advancements in materials and techniques, dry construction stands as a robust and reliable alternative to traditional methods. By partnering with Jered Engineering & Designs Limited, you can rest assured that your projects will embody strength, safety, and sustainability.

www.jeredengineering.com

#JeredEngineering

#JED

#FacadeDesign

#Dryconstruction

[czedwardsblog]

And hey, let’s talk ENERGY USE.

Office buildings (and all commercial buildings really) are built to utterly crap standards. They’re the most energy inefficient structures humans currently build. If a regular house and a standard office building had the same square footage, the office building would use at least 3 times more energy every day than the house used daily. And up to 5 million times more energy for buildings like data centers. It’s also worth remembering that office buildings use a minimum of 3 times more energy per square foot are only being used for around 40-50 hours a week, while residential housing is used for at least 12 hours per day, every single day.

The reason office buildings are so inefficient has to do mostly with the HVAC, and the lack of insulation. They simply are not insulated, often at all. Office buildings tend to have a lot of exterior glass which leaks heat like mad in the winter and bakes everything inside during the summer, so they always have a high energy load. Then add in all the stuff that nobody turns off for the night/weekend — the servers, the desktops, the automatic office lights — and it’s easy to see how office/light industrial becomes around 40% of the entire energy use on the planet.

Office buildings have terrible ventilation, plumbing limited to a central core, few internal walls, non-functioning windows and no ceilings, which means they’re not even useful for turning into housing — it would cost more to retrofit housing that’s up to residential code into most office buildings than it would cost to knock the eyesore down and replace it with the same square footage of built to code housing.

Why are these buildings such junk? Because that’s how the commercial real estate investment scam runs. The developer builds the cheapest possible building with enough eye candy to fool the rube, then rents it out and makes the rube take on the energy costs. The developer is rarely/never paying the electric bill, so they can make a crappy building that costs them less, and business owners just look at energy as a cost of doing business. Externalization is the lifeblood of capitalism.

Work from home was a stellar experiment in energy costs — residential energy use went up about 5% in places with a heavy home workforce, while energy use in office/industrial buildings dropped more than 60%. It was clearly a net gain in available energy simply by moving where people worked. And that’s just electricity — that doesn’t even touch the commuting costs and car infrastructure. Getting rid of office buildings and turning them into mixed use neighborhoods with some coworking space is one of the best ways to start hitting carbon reduction goals.

But it’s going to take destroying the commercial real estate investment complex.

by @spavel.bsky.social