#fixer-upper house sale

[heartlandfundinginc]

Tips for Selling a House That Needs Work in McHenry

Need to sell a house that needs work in McHenry? Follow these expert tips to sell your fixer-upper fast, get a great price, and attract serious cash buyers.

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Roanoke, VA c.1925

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here’s a very unique fixer upper- it’s a former tourist attraction miniature replica of the famous Dunvegan Castle, built in 1962.  The property has some new wiring, new plumbing, new well, upgraded flooring, and some septic work. Located in Grenville Parish, Prince Edward Island, Canada, it’s only $275,000 CAD.

Here are some examples of what it looks like now, and what it could look like after it’s renovated.

Whoever designed the kitchen made it all modern. I would do something different.

Not lovin’ her unimaginative after ideas.

Heart shaped tub. Who did this? Tacky.

It’s a real little castle and actually looks like a castle, unlike some of the homes we’ve seen. There’s a little cottage in the back. Looks like the turret needs some stone repair.

This is really nicely built- as the description says, the bones are there.

There’re 2.79 acres, so there’s plenty of space to build another house, also. I think that there’s another castle next door b/c it used to be a tourist area. 

https://www.oldhousedreams.com/2023/01/19/1962-dunregan-castle-in-grenville-parish-prince-edward-island/

[cheapoldhousesunder50k]

Riverfront Farmhouse on 3 Acres in Maine $160,000

OHU50K Notes   $160,000 Maine farmhouse for sale on 3 acres. This home is a fixer upper. Riverfront property! Hardscrabble River access. Realtor Comments CALL STACY! Here’s your chance to own and restore this 1850s New England farmhouse with tin ceilings and double parlors. You will own about 3 acres of partially wooded and open fields which gently slope to the Hardscrabble River. Tucked in…

[devil-in-hiding]

Ooo, ghosy!tf141 who haunt their isolated cabin in the woods. They had originally retired there.

From constantly having to be by each others sides and just getting so close together, they eventually, gradually, start dating. If you can call it that.

They made no grand gesture to ask each other to be together, it just kinda happened. Something that feels so natural that by the time they do realize, they can't really bring themselves to care.

But then, maybe a storm happened. A blizzard, days on end, never stopping. It isn't until someone is sent out to check on the four mysterious men that visit the closest small town that they're discovered huddled on a bed. Froze to death, they discover.

A tragic, somewhat heartbreakingly romantic end for these former soldiers.

Cut to you. Tired of working for a job that does nothing but takes and takes from you. Maybe you've built up the money. To finally quit and move away from the city. It's starting to feel too good to be true when you find a cabin in the woods that's practically for sale.

It's a bit of a fixer-upper, but the online job and people of the town make it all worth finally having a place of your own.

It isn't until you start making changes and fixes around the place that weird things begin to happen. At first, you brush it off, after all, you're the only person working on it for the time being, and trying to fix a house, something you've never done before, can get quite hectic for one person.

It starts with your brand new tools. You're so sure you left your hammer on the kitchen counter, but maybe you did leave it in the living room. The panties in your drawer start to end up a mess. As if someone went through them without a care of tidyness.

It accumulates until you're starting to truly question what's happening. A stalker? Someone hiding in the nearby woods, maybe?

It isn't until you start to head voices and have strange dreams. Always of four men, with distinct voices and stature.

Of whispered sweet nothings and loving promises. To each other at first until they start naming you. Until they start addressing you.

Until one night, you feel them. As if they were right there, alive. Along your thighs, your arms, across your chest, one even cupping your face.

Maybe it's time for you to finally learn their names.

BABE WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS PHENOMENAL

[seeminglydark]

Not to be kinda depressing on main, but does Mickey have a favorite memory of his husband?

It’s ok, I’m about to be depressing on main in the next Chapter of Seemingly Dark, appropriately named The Haunted unless I think of something better in the next month haaa.

He does! Mickey lives in a house in the middle of the woods on the outskirts of Valleyridge. For those who may not know his whole story, he hails from Ciudad Juárez, moved to El Paso Texas and then to East Los Angeles with his mom and sisters. One of his dreams was to live in a peaceful place in the middle of the woods. He tells Reggie this when they first start chatting online, regarding it as a silly dream, but it’s easy to talk to a boy you can’t see.

He moves to Seattle to live near Reggie, and works as a Barista for several years, he’s not really been thinking of his little dream for a long time, he’s just trying to make ends meet and be happy in the situation he’s made for himself even if it is in another big noisy city.

One day Reggie comes bursting in his door saying LETS GO FOR A DRIVE, and he wants to take Micks car for some reason. So off they go on a little excursion to Valleyridge, the tiny town outside Olympia that Reggie and His dad came from. They make this trip often because Reggie’s little step sister Maddie runs a cafe there. Reggie is NOT an impulsive man, he’s the type to plan and plan and plan so much whatever it is he’s planning passes him by, but this time, he can barely contain his excitement and fear which is making Mickey increasingly nervous. Why would a trip to Valleyridge be nerve wrecking?

Because an older house went up for sale in the hills around Valleyridge, and impulsively without thinking, Reggie put a bid on it. And then realized MAYBE he should run that by Mick, MAYBE thats not a thing you just do, uproot your boyfriends entire life AGAIN and make him move somewhere new and start over.

Except this is Mick, the king of impulsive behavior. Mick, who dreams of a quiet life in the middle of nowhere. Mick who runs into the fixer uppers lawn whooping and hollering and lifts Reggie into the air because he ALSO realizes this means Reggie is ready to move in together, and make this little house their dream home.

He thinks of this often, so out of character for Reggie, so impulsive because he saw Micks dream might be in reach and he went for it fast before he lost it, for maybe the first time ever. He override his caution for the man he loved, and in that moment Mick knows he’s truly wanted and loved and has a home and family. Reggie’s smile that day, a real, true soul deep grin that was pretty rare for his beloved who battled with chronic depression, is something he pulls up in his mind on the regular.

And maybe, if we think about it this way, Reggie made a few other impulsive decisions in his life. Like adopting Rose.

And maybe, like staying.

[ughigottaheadache]

Further addition to this post.

Fixer Upper.

Tommy has a realisation as he lays down the tarp, taping it down and covering the skirting boards.

Or, more of a question.

Did Wanda and Vis do this? Decades ago, did his parents prepare the walls of this house to be painted?

He could easily believe it, a picture of extreme domestic bliss, newly wed, thinking of the future. Maybe his mother wore her most messed up shirt and pants too, maybe his father balanced the paint lid on his fingers too, getting a glob of paint to lay down a colour sample. Did they ache over the paint finish like he did? How long did it take them to choose the shade?

They clearly went with a rich burgundy, he was still picking out the paint chips to prove it. He was half tempted to just replicate their choices when he started.

But that would feel wrong.

It had felt wrong when he just arranged the kitchen in an order he vaguely remembered, half memory half relying on what was left of the previously decrepit space.

An imitation of the past, just what he wanted, but it rung hollow.

Maybe he’d done it wrong. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be the same ever again.

But that didn’t mean it couldn’t be made his.

-

Up the Hill

A flyer.

Some poor quality photocopies of a hand scribbled address and time. A garage sale, just a few blocks down from him and Martin.

It could be worth a visit, even just for bed sheets and Tupperware.

A slightly hot early summer day is when he goes, cash in his bag and shoes tied tight. There’s only two other people on the grass out front, only one has the classic fanny pack slung on her hip, she smiles wide at him, waving him over near a tall vanity, a beautiful on at that.

“Hey.”

“Hello, you’re not a familiar face, hear about this through Facebook or something?” Her accent is so New Jersey that he can’t help but smile.

“Nope, got a flyer. Can I ask, is the sale only the stuff outside?”

“Oh goodness no, we’ve got so much to get rid of, we’ve got the garage set up, and just the first two rooms, anything with a sticker is for sale. Green is five, pink is ten, orange is fifteen, red is twenty, gold star stickers are anything above. You follow?”

“I follow.” She turns off to right some yard toys, so Tommy goes to jog up the stairs, not much on the lawn interested him. Maybe the long twin dressers and the vanity. Time would tell. There’s more people inside, and it’s only a few seconds until he sees what he’s really after.

Linens.

He didn’t know how passionately he would feel about bedding until he had a house to furnish and maintain, but life was funny like that. They were all in their original packaging, most of them stickered green, some pink, the only things he needed to know was the sizes and if the pillow cases were included. Next to the piles was a large crib, three gold stars stuck over a piece of painters tape.

Admittedly it was beautiful.

“My grandfather hand carved that.” The sale runner was next to him, her hand resting on the frame.

“Why sell it?”

“Got another one on the way, this’ll just take up too much room. Plus, sometimes grandfathers aren’t the nicest. Best to get rid of it.” Tommy had piled five sheet sets into the ones he wanted when he realised the woman’s eyes were burning into the side of his skull. Lifting his eyes brought a tighter look to her.

“We only put up flyers in the neighbourhood. I don’t think I’ve seen you… you do look halfway familiar. What street do you live in?” Tommy got the sense she wouldn’t leave him alone, he could just ignore her.

“Sherwood, up the hill, why do you ask? And can I buy these?” She went over them, telling him the cost, which he handed over.

“Not a lot of houses in Sherwood, not one of them’s been up for sale in decades.” She’s on a hunt for something, it’s obvious.

“2800 Sherwood, there, happy?” He’s intent on zipping out the door when she catches his attention.

“The Maximoff house? You’re sure? The one with the missing boys?” Missing? He and Billy were missing? Was that the story spun after they were taken from their mom?

“Missing boys?”

“Thomas and William, I knew them, they disappeared one day and their parents left soon after. 2800 Sherwood, you’re absolutely sure that’s the one you’re living in?”

“Yes, why?” She’s even closer now, so he backs up. She stares into his eyes, until some sort of realisation dawns on her, but her face scrunches like she can’t be sure.

“Tom? Is that you?”

He’s out the door before she can blink a second time.

-

Mandolin

Back and forth, back and forth.

The onions fly through the mandolin as he slices them, tub after tub of prepped vegetables are zipped to the front counter, his coworker busy with slotting bread loaves into the ovens, filling the cup towers and prepping the register.

Manual work had been the easiest Tommy could get into, something methodic and simple was a breeze. A quick and clean cut, like the mandolin.

Opening shift was the easiest. Martin usually woke up at ten, so opening at six to leave at nine thirty was convenient, a nice bargain his new employers struck with him. Anyone would trip over themselves to have a speedster on their payroll, no matter the job. His coworker, Ash, got to do any online work and just wait for customers while Tommy used the job as a way to zone out, expel energy and get money.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Back and forth his knife went through the tomatoes, the smells of the cooking meat to his side filling his nose.

Five minutes after Ash flipped the open sign, the bell jingled.

-

Red Carpet

It’s one at night when he gets woken up, a shout echoing in his ears. He’s all but flung himself out of bed, hopping over dirty laundry and his bag to burst into the hallway, already knocking where to go. Just a few doors down is Martin’s room.

“Master P?” There’s a lamp just by his door for this reason, it goes on and Tommy can see him, breathing heavy, halfway out of bed, a crazed look in his old eyes.

“Hey, P, hey man it’s okay, you’re safe.” He’s in front of the old guy, only slightly wincing at the iron grip that settles on his forearms. The orange lighting from the lamp casts his eyes in a strange shadow as Martin practically glares up at him, but Tommy has done this enough to know it’s not Tommy he’s seeing in his dream. It’s twenty seconds until the man’s face smooths, utter confusion following.

“A bad dream, Martin, you had a bad dream.”

“Nightmare.” The man corrects, softly, looking around his room warily, probably expecting his demons to jump out at him.

It’s late, if he doesn’t get Martin back down for sleep he’ll stay awake for hours, confused and tired. But when he does try to coax him into the sheets, he refuses, nearly growing belligerent so he relents.

He offers him a drink, some sleeping pills, music? And book?

But what comes out in a soft voice is;

“A walk, please.” It’s the middle of the night, he’s got a class to go to, getting active would make it even harder for Tommy to go to sleep, he shouldn’t agree-

“Okay, we’ll go for a walk.”

Less than thirty seconds later, Tommy has shoes and a coat on, Martin the same.

“The carpet should be red.” They’re walking down the hall, the stairs just a ways ahead.

“Why should it be red?”

“A red carpet always made me so happy.”

[watercolourferns]

Julian Modern AU HC's

Why? Because I'm having a crisis and need comfort food and I'm too broke to buy snacks so headcanons it is...

They're mixed but lean a lot towards a haunted house. Mention of steamy times but no description.

He likes Doc Martens. Why? Well, for one they are nonslip, which means he can wear them to work at the hospital and to his gigs at the bar without a problem. But most important, they are unisex so he can buy all the flowery pairs his heart wants and they actually fit his long-ass feet. They're also good for ankle support!

He has a treasure chest in his office, it's full of cheap plastic toys. If a kid is having a particularly trying appointment he will let them choose a toy from the chest afterwards while he's speaking to the parent(s). He will say something cheesy and sweet like: "You've been a brave pirate, you have won a piece of the treasure!" ...He sometimes lets them take two.

Once he had saved enough money he bought a house like his older coworkers told him to because it would be a good investment... a huge, old Queen Anne fixer upper. Queue to his coworkers facepalm. But he doesn't care, he's happy with it and he has plans for it: round room will be a seance room, basement will be a workshop, attic will have e telescope... He asks you for help to choose wallpapers. "I want it to be as close to original as possible. Want to go with me to find records of the house? Maybe they have pictures!"

He takes a lot of inspiration from Christine McConell, choosing a wine, black and silver colour palette for the common rooms, asking for help making his own wallpaper based and the research you two made. He goes to antique shops and estate sales to buy decorative cushions and throws which he has professionally cleaned for use. He does buy all new linen and towels, though he has much of it made to match the style.

You keep him company while the repairs and decorations are being made because he's SURE he saw a couple shadows once or twice. You haven't really felt anything, but then again you haven't really been inside the house as he refuses to go in unless the whole crew of workers is inside, too. You don't want to be pulled into his paranoia, he's known to suggest himself into bouts of fear when it comes to supernatural things, but you swear to yourself you saw something out of the corner of your eye peeking out of the top floor window.

Once the house is finally repaired he decides to move in. Yes, it's like half an hour away from the city and his hospital and it could have ghosts in it, but that's what bikes are for eh? And maybe, just maybe he was just nervous and saw things because of his anxiety, he wasn't sure if the house was livable after all and he was anxious about the repairs not going well even though they were more superficial than he thought, most of the bedrooms not needing anything but wallpaper changes and deep cleaning...

First night he spends there, though? He calls you in hysterics. "I-I-I-I-" you give him a second to try and speak and he finally blurts out between squeaks of fear: "SAW SOMETHING CREEPING INTO MY BEDROOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND STAY OVER?! MALAK AND BRUNDLE REFUSE TO STAY INSIDE!!"

Once you're in there you do get a sense that there's something else besides you two, but you reassure him he's safe and alright and that you will protect him. You suggest having a sleepover party in the living room, where the energy is less dense, and that once he's at work tomorrow you will cleanse the house for him. He accepts and you have a jolly (and maybe steamy?) time with snacks, funny stories, maybe even videogames, finally falling asleep snuggled up in the pull out couch.

He was right, there's something in the main bedroom, which is his. But it's nothing a good incense cleansing and a sound talking to it wouldn't fix. You do just that and text him a picture of his bedroom and you. "All clean now!" He texts back that he's happy about that, but that he probably will stay in his office for a couple of nights, just to feel safe again.

.... and that's how you came to live with him. It was in the plans, but it looked like a distant future when you had spoken about it... And now you were there, all your belongings packed in a u-haul, driving towards his house. He greets you with open arms into one of his all enveloping hugs and shows you to your bedroom... even though both of you know that's just gonna be the place you keep your clothes in because they won't fit in his closet...

He's so grateful you're there, it takes off the edge of the not-so-oppressive-anymore feeling around some places in the house, and since you're there the shadows haven't come to bother him at night. He calls you his shield and that makes you chuckle.

He had the sense of installing a modern stove additional to the wood stove already in the house, so you're in charge of breakfasts. Chocolate chip pancakes, puddings, oatmeal, crepes, sunny side ups... this man seems to eat it all! He's secretly grateful he doesn't have to eat take out or burnt food anymore. He's...not the best cook and now thanks to you, his beloved, he even can take lunch to work! Everyone at work comments on how much healthier he looks now, too, and he's happy to show you and your cooking skills off. "They're a genius!!" You blush, but can't help feeling proud of your skills, too. He just does that to you.

After a couple of months you're finally tired of the dramatics the shadows have been pulling on and off, so you sit at the seance room with a board and your cards and he goes into hysterics again. No, don't do this, why is this happening, you can't have a seance, yaddah yaddah. But you try to put him at ease, explain to him how this could help. "Why do you have a seance room if we can't use it for that??" you finally ask. "It's for the aesthetics, my dear!" he answers, and that makes you chuckle. You give him a protection charm and gently sit him down with Portia, who's always down for mischief and visits you often, explain the dynamics of the activity and reassure him he's safe with you and his sister there.

The seance goes better than expected but it doesn't make it any easier on him... since now you know there's a small family cemetery in the backyard. "Okay, that does it, I'm selling this place!" he blurts out, shaking like a leaf. Slowly and gently you reassure him that it's okay, that they just wanted to be known, have their markers and their names back, and that you will take care of it... he calms down a bit but remains skeptical they will leave y'all alone.

But it works!! You have tombstones made with names, dates, loving words like "beloved husband" and "cherished daughter" and "treasured wife", you have them placed where the ghosts told you their graves were... and as if by magic the activity stops! You might see a soft white figure of a girl playing in the library or the outline of a man working in the back yard while a woman sips tea and reads a book in the porch, but besides these echoes from the past the activity has stopped... He doesn't know how you did it, but he buys you a whole new book series you had coveted for some time now in thanks.

The house still has it's reputation, and so every Halloween kids ask for tours of the house, for him and you to tell the story of it, to talk about the ghosts. At first he's reluctant to bring it up because... we... ghosts... He's scared he'll call them back. But once you explain what really happened, he's more at ease with it and finally accepts to open the house to tours during October, giving out candy, letting the kids use the telescope as well, ending with a big Halloween party on the 31st where the kids, their parents, and you all have fun with classic games, cake, snacks, and more candy. Yes, his coworkers were right, it was a good investment to buy this house...

[simsstuph]

About a year and four months later..

Delilah got Kodi Jane out from her car seat and gasped when she turned around: You can't be serious dad..

Fig: I know it's a bit of a fixer upper, but it's all I could afford from my sale of the car.. I'll do most of the work myself..

Delilah sighed holding Kodi Jane tighter, she knew losing the business and house was hard on Fig. She tried to fake some excitement, she really wanted to cry.

Fig: Let's get inside girls, it's cold out here. I'll start us a fire, it's got a great fire place.

He kept trying to talk the house up as if he was the realtor trying to sell it. Like they had a choice but to live there. He picked up a box and headed inside. Delilah and her sisters followed trying not to trip over weeds or the extremely cracked concrete path leading up to the front steps.

Fig: Look at this porch ! It's a great porch!

[duamuteffe]

Thank you for saying that half a million bucks is not normal for a house that was a fifth of that ten years ago. The most basic and bare bones houses here go for over a million. What. Is happening.

Shortest answer - capitalism. And they're trying so hard to sell it as normal and I'm losing my mind over here. In 2013 the Doc and I were in the process of buying a move-in ready three bedroom one and a half bath house with just over an acre lot, mature trees, an attached garage, a fireplace, and a 12 x 12 shed, for 60k plus an extra 10k on the loan to update the roof, which was watertight but getting old. We had looked seriously at a three bedroom one bath with a basement two acres and several farm outbuildings for 50k, and a huge converted barn on a wooded lot that combined buying price and contractor estimates would have been 70k and given us a three story home. There were Victorians for sale that needed love that we could have bought for 20 or 30 and put another 50 into and had an incredible house. We weren't aiming to buy in town but we looked at houses there anyway for experience, and nice move-in ready houses from the 1960's and 1970's in areas with parks and public transport were an average of 40 to 60k. They're now going for 200k and up. And it's not just the area we were in; around the same time my cousin bought an *eight bedroom* fixer upper in Atlanta Georgia for 90k. It's revolting what they've done with house prices. It should be illegal.

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Marysville, Kansas c.1872

[hometoursandotherstuff]

What is up with these DIY haunted houses for sale lately? I just found another one- it looks like a plain ranch house, built in 1952 in Baird, Texas, has 3bd. 2ba., is for sale for only $125K and is another haunted attraction. Look at this one.

I think that this must be the entrance foyer.

So, this is the living room. The realty description says it’s “staycation ready.”

The fireplace is on hinges and opens a secret passage to the kitchen.

So, this must be the viewing room. Hate it.

It doesn’t appear that the kitchen is part of the attraction, but it does have some cool vintage appliances.

This is listed as one of the bedrooms.

I would imagine that this is another bedroom.

Don’t know what this is, possibly a simulated crematory oven?

There appears to be an extensive collection of costumes.

I have absolutely no idea what’s going on in the bathrooms, but apparently you can’t put paper in the toilets. Is there a problem w/the septic tank?

Another display in here.

And, this is a door to what appears to be a workshop. 

Looks like some props and things.

The house is on 1.96 acres of land and the exterior is decorated, too.

Not sure if that’s actually an iron fence or a prop. 

Lots of clean-up to do outside.

This house will need a lot of work, even if the new owner wanted to keep the business- it’s in very rough shape.

https://www.movoto.com/baird-tx/3516-interstate-20-w-baird-tx-79504-402_13051984/

[cheapoldhousesunder50k]

c.1954 Affordable North Carolina Home $57K - 90 Min. To Virginia Beach

OHU50K Notes   $57,000 Take a look at this affordable North Carolina home. The brick ranch is nestled on a quarter acre lot with a carport and a shed. The two-bedroom, one-bath home has central air and heat, public water and sewer, and a tiled bath. Plus, it is only a 90-minute drive to ocean beaches at Virginia Beach. Realtor Comments This cozy 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom home in Woodland, NC, offers…

[positivelybeastly]

I’m gonna need more information, dr McCoy. When did you buy the sex cabin? How did you buy the sex cabin? Why did you buy the sex cabin? (Actually, I think I know the last one)

"I don't have to answer these questions."

"I really don't have to answer these questions."

"I absolutely do not have to answer those questions."

"I - don't have to answer any of those questions."

"Get out of my lab or I'll have you flensed."

All right, so let's think about this logically.

Let's deep dive.

So, the Catskills are a very pretty area in upstate New York state, and looking up current real estate prices, you get a decent variety of prices depending on how much land you want. I can see a 2,600 square foot lot for $12,500, but that doesn't seem nearly big enough for what Hank appears to have bought, so we'll assume it's at least an acre? There's actually a 2.8 acre lot CURRENTLY for sale for $29,000, but that's completely barren, just the land.

If you want a cabin, you're paying around $79,000.

How the fuck did Hank afford that?

So, there's a few ways you can read this: either Hank originally just rented the cabin back in the day and only bought it recently, or he just straight up bought it back in the day. I'm inclined to believe it's the latter because he explicitly says that he bought it for Bobby and his double dates, which were only ever really a thing in very early X-Men, from the 60s to the early 1970s.

For those of you not familiar with The Big Chill (I wasn't), it's a movie scripted by Lawrence Kasdan, who you might know better as the screenwriter for Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, and co-writer of Raiders of the Lost Ark and The Bodyguard.

The pertinent detail, and the reference Jean is making, is that the movie features a group of old friends who have lost touch with one another, and a house two of them are renovating, which leads me to think that if Hank did buy a cabin, it probably was a fixer upper and Hank had to basically re-build it. Which, honestly, seems like the kind of thing he'd do, he'd enjoy the building challenge, and it'd probably make things quite a bit cheaper.

But.

Fucking look at this place.

That is a fucking fireplace!!! The hell, Hank?!

So, Hank presumably bought this place when he was 17-18? How the hell did he get the money for this? I feel like if he'd just gotten the money off Warren, it would have come up, but honestly, I have a different solution.

Hank is smart.

Do you know how much Harvard professors make? Around $163,000 a year. And here's another fun little tidbit.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, Hank can just do that. Hank can just pull $1,000 easy. That's probably an afternoon's work for him. And that's 1993 money, that'd be more like $2k today.

All Hank has to do is sell a few patents, do a sweep of some local universities, put up a listing to write some people's papers for them, offer to tutor some rich assholes who can afford to pay him what he wants to get them through a semester, and suddenly that's actually not that expensive.

As for why . . . well.

[conherofrost]

So what exactly did you pretend to be when you was a “hero” I couldn’t really understand when you explained (I might be dumb)

The only thing I understood was that you worked with orphanages (yeah I’m definitely dumb)

Don't beat yourself up over it, I'll gladly elaborate.

I took on many a task as a pretend hero, but my main racket was playing the part of a vigilante who would take on my own space pirates when they would attack a planet. Of course, the initial plan would have them pretend to convulse in pain when I just barely grazed them, but I had to start fighting more seriously when I had other heroes of justice, like a few troops from the Sadalan Saiyan Defense Forces, joining me in combat- and I'm kind of thankful because WHAT A RUSH THAT WAS!!

Anyway, the confrontations were either quickly taken care of, a solid day tops, just to get a little boost to my popularity (and a bit of my ego) or they were extended battles that would really ruffle things up.

The longer conflicts benefitted the real estate side of things. Think of it like house flipping, except the house is a whole planet of plots and you need a little war first to create some fixer-uppers.

The smaller fights didn't really net real estate profit; most money I gained from those were claiming my own pirates' bounties. They were really just to keep a routine of vigilantism and get a reputation booster. My presence brought some attention to a few planets and they got some sales, but those didn't go through my shady ring of work so I never saw a cent... wish I could have gotten some sort of cut from all that beachfront property...

Most other tasks were reputation boosters and padding to my good guy narrative. A bit of humanitarian aid on a few planets on my radar (some I felt too bad about the idea of pillaging). There were some corrupt systems that I had nothing to do with and weren't part of the script, but I simply did so because my sense of duty still burned within. Of note, I liberated a group of orphans forced into corrupt labor working for "the man"- helped them get adopted into good homes or at least made sure they were placed in a properly run foster facility.

[foxymoxynoona]

Currently reading Amended and all I could think was a middle class 27 year old had that much savings amd bought a freaking house...what in the millennial wet dream is that? Can't relate 😄😄 then I remind myself it's fiction. LOL

Story is good though. Kinda addicted atm and binging on it.

Lol some millennials do own houses so it's not totally outside the realm of possibility! Through whatever combination of good luck, bad luck, timing, location, etc. I did calculations for his annual pay and budget and searched for real estate in the area they live in to make sure it was at all possible --remember he's been making decent money and barely spending anything for years, didn't have loans/debt, plus she gets money from what little her grandma had to pass on and the sale of the old house in a neighborhood marked for gentrifying to cover a down payment as well.

There's definitely still a position of fiction privilege though, basically everything going right for him for years (while everything was going wrong for Isabella for years). I think the big additional boost for him that made it possible (which I hope came across in the story) was the privilege from his job. They expected to buy a small fixer-upper but they got something much better than they would otherwise have been able to afford. The story tries to look at a lot of types of privilege or lack of privilege (along with inheritance and legacy), and his job provides him access to one type, though it's a means to privilege he has to ultimately really examine what it costs him to have.

But yeah, easy home ownership with such a nice house is so young is totally the fantasy lol. With a family nearby who can handle any house repairs or renovations. The chapter where he pays off all her debt was the real 🥵 one for me haha. Let me dream, ok???

I'm glad you're enjoying the story!!