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angryschnauzer · 4 years

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Stuck

Summary: You are August Walkers maid, and when you are changing the sheets on his massive bed your hand gets stuck between the mattress and headboard. Upon finding you in that predicament August takes control of the situation, however it doesn’t mean you get unstuck any time soon. (Based on a pornhub video i saw at 2am a few nights ago)

Pairing: August Walker x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Dub-con, Fingering, groping, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink, boob play, anal fingering, double penetration, spanking, spying/stalker behaviour, surveilence, voyerism, unauthorized recording of a sex act, not-great aftercare (he tries), slight dom/sub, the start of a ‘sugar daddy’ arrangement, however no reference to Daddy kink.

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Stuck

Ringing the doorbell, you stood anxiously on the doormat outside the expensive apartment, listening for approaching steps but hearing none. So when the door suddenly opened you let out a tiny yelp of surprise, before taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart;

“Good afternoon Mr Walker”

The giant of a man stood in front of you, recognition quickly passing over his face when he saw your uniform of black dress and simple black ballet flats;

“Oh yes, the maid. C’mon in”

You worked for a high security housekeeping company, strict controls and stringent background checks as you were contracted to the pentagon and the agents and staff that worked there. You always worked on an ad-hoc basis, only visiting homes when clients or agents requested it. This was however the fourth time cleaning Mr Walker’s apartment, always having to work around suitcases littering the halls and various weapons being cleaned and serviced on the kitchen table.

Holding your pail of cleaning supplies you waited as he shut the door, talking at you rather than to you;

“Okay so here’s what you need to do today; clean the bathroom and kitchen, vacuum the rugs throughout, change the bedding and leave in the laundry hamper”

You nodded;

“Sweeping throughout too sir?”

“No need, the Roomba does the smooth floors, it just can’t get onto the deep pile rugs” he hooked an earbud into one ear; “I’m going out for a run, I’ll be two hours”

Swallowing nervously you nodded, watching as he hooked the other earbud in and left without another word, leaving you staring at the white wood of the door after he’d closed it.

Mr Walker both scared and excited you. A beast of a man, he was all muscle, and each time you had visited he had excused himself so not to be there whilst you were. The fact that he was always in a tank top and running shorts that did nothing to hide any part of him had you stretching your concentration to its limits in order to get your job done and not drift off into a fantasy land that you saved for when you were curled up in your own bed.

Getting to work you started on the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher with the various dirty crockery that littered the room, cleaning the surfaces, sink, stove. Next up you hit the rugs, working quickly as you vacuumed, before heading to the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath you opened the door and relaxed. Cleaning bathrooms for single men were what you always dreaded, but at least as you started to cleanse every surface including the toilet, you realised that Mr Walker thankfully had good aim. Finally it was time for the shower, and as you pulled open the glass door and looked down you let out a shriek; the largest spider you’d ever seen sat in the corner. Grabbing the handled loofah you crept a little closer, letting out a laugh when you saw it wasn’t in fact an arachnid; instead it was a clump of dark hair;

“Well, the man does have a lot of hair” you muttered to no-one but yourself, thinking about how his chest was covered in a mat of soft hair, exposed in the low neck of his running tank.

Half an hour later you wiped your brow on the back of your arm. Mr Walkers bathroom had in fact been a nightmare, the man shed more hair than a fucking German Shepherd. Washing your hands and glancing at your watch, you saw that you had fifteen minutes left of the two hours, taking a deep breath before grabbing the clean linens from the closet.

Mr Walkers bedroom was white. There was no personalisation, no trinkets. Slipping your ballet flats off you climbed onto the bed, mentally taking in the sheer size of it; it must be a super king if not larger. Your mind immediately went south, imagining Mr Walker fucking on the bed, sprawled out as you straddle his face - you had always wondered what that moustache felt like against your skin - and you ride his tongue, or him pile driving you into the mattress, his hard body pressing against every inch of you as he fills you.

Moving up the bed you tugged on the sheet, cursing as it wouldn’t pull out from between the mattress and headboard. With a huff you shuffled forward, pushing your hands down between them, tugging on the expensive white cotton. Pushing your arm down a little further you could just about feel that it was caught on something, moving to pull back and then it happened… you were stuck.

“What the...?” you muttered, realisation hitting you that your watch had slipped into the gap and was now preventing you from pulling your arm out. You could feel your heart rate increasing as you struggled to set yourself free, pulling against the strain but it did little to help. You pushed and pulled and grunted, hiking your dress up so you could widen your stance on the bed, but nothing worked. You frantically looked around to see the time, yet there wasn’t a clock or display in sight, and you could hardly look at your watch. If you didn’t get out of there soon Mr Walker…

“Well isn’t this a pretty sight…”

No. Please no. Oh god no. You screwed your eyes shut, the heat of embarrassment rising to your skin;

“I’m stuck” you whispered, letting out a yelp when you felt the bed dip behind you, feeling his hands gently resting on your hips;

“Unfortunate for you, maybe not so for me...”

Five minutes ago.

August sat in the small room, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. As ideas went, this was both his best and worst idea yet. Installing hidden security cameras in his apartment had been at first simply for security whilst he was away on missions, but he’d found a secondary use for it once the agency had recommended your employers as a maid service. He hadn’t been expecting someone as pretty as you, you had this look of innocence about you that made him just want to corrupt you and ruin you. He may be a bastard but he wasn’t a heathen, so instead of just turning on the charm offensive he had found an abandoned room in his apartment building and set up a small surveillance center. One with a chair, a laptop, a bottle of lube and a box of tissues.

August Walker had just spent the last two hours edging himself as he watched you bend over in that knee length dress, adjusting camera angles to see up your skirt as you bent over. August Walker was one step away from full on pervert. And he had no regrets at all.

That was until he saw you on his bed, and realised you were trapped. Temptation got the better of him, so stuffing his hard dick back into his running shorts, he quickly left the room and silently made his way back to his apartment.

He entered and could smell the pleasant scent of the cleaning fluids you’d used, the quiet grunts as you tried to free yourself from your predicament. Toeing off his sneakers he silently made his way through the hallways, suppressing a groan as he saw you on his bed; ass up face down, the fabric of your dress stretched over the tops of your thighs, the fabric moving as you moved to expose glimpses of your buttocks. He pressed a hand over the obscene bulge in his shorts before moving to the bed.

“Mr Walker!” you squeaked out in surprise; “You’re back… umm I’m stuck, my watch… I can’t get my wrist back through the gap between the headboard and the mattress”

“Oh… what a shame. Let me help…”

You were expecting him to move around you, but instead he covered your body with his own and grasped your arms. Your mind was lost as you took in how his massive hands could completely circle your wrists, the weight of him above you almost suffocating, and when he started to tug you knew you were done for.

The gentle rocking of your bodies, rubbing against one another was all it took for a moan to leave your mouth involuntarily, the feeling of his hard dick rutting against the crease of your ass making you embarrassingly wet almost instantly. He grunted above you;

“Huh, well that didn’t work…”

Pushing himself up he knelt behind you, still pressing his hard-on against your ass as his hands gripped your hips and he tugged gently, however all he did was pull you back against his crotch;

“This fabric is slippery, hang on a second…”

Pressing your head to the bed you felt him flip your skirt up, hearing a sharp intake of breath behind you as he took in the bright red thong you were wearing beneath your dress. His warm hands smoothed over your buttocks before gripping onto your hips and half-heartedly tugging again.

It was no good, you were too turned on to even object. You’d lusted after your client for weeks, and now you found yourself in this predicament which it was obvious he had no intention of helping you with, but instead had other ideas that you had no desire to object to. You were rocking back against his dick, the quiet moans escaping your throat telling him you were more than into it, so when you felt his fingers curl around the elastic of your underwear and tug them down to your mid-thigh, all you could do was arch your back and present your pussy for his inspection.

Thick fingers parted your folds, teasing your nectar to your aching clit where a thumb rubbed hard circles against the sensitive bud. His other hand was lost from you for a moment and you could feel him moving, before you felt the thwack of his heavy dick against your ass.

With your hand trapped and your body stretched out you could barely look over your shoulder, but when you did you could see the impressive bulk of your clients body towering over you, the sight making your cunt clench with anticipation.

“Excited, are we?”

“Please Mr Walker…”

“Please what?” You moaned and his quiet chuckle filled the room; “You gotta say it”

“Please fuck me”

“Eager little thing, aren’t we?”

“Please…”

“Well, as you asked so nicely…”

He took hold of his dick and dragged the bulbous tip through your folds, dousing himself with your juices before lining himself up with your entrance. When you felt him push just the tip inside you it felt like you were being split open, he must be as thick as your wrist, and as he continued to force his way into your body it felt like he was the length of your forearm.

“Such a good little slut, taking my dick…” his voice filled your senses as your body fought to relax and allow him deeper, your juices running down your legs where he would rock back and forth to lubricate his girth before pushing another punishing inch in to you.

Your velvet walls parted yet gripped him tight, and you could feel every ridge, bump and vein as he started to fuck your tight pussy. With every pull and push your head swam, your body moving back to meet his thrusts as his massive hands gripped onto your hips and he started to slam into you harder and harder. When his hand came down onto your ass the loud smack surprised you just as much as the pain, but you arched your back even more like a bitch in heat.

He reached beneath you, tugging at the neckline of your dress with both hands, before the seam of the collar broke and the soft jersey stretched enough for him to tug the fabric down. His fingers caught in the lace cups of your bra, and whilst still plunging deep into you from behind, he was able to let your titties swing free and he grabbed a handful;

“Such pretty tits. Next time you clean I want you in just your underwear so I can watch them swing. Might get you scrubbing the floors so I can see you bent over and ready for me”

You shuddered at his words, he already paid a premium for your services, and the electronic tip that he’d sent through had been more than generous, the last visit alone you had been surprised by the triple figures, but more than grateful that you were able to pay the bills.

His hands had found their way back to your ass, smoothing over the soft skin as he continued to fuck you, the wide ridge that ran along the underside of his length rubbing so beautifully against your g-spot, you were sure you were going to cum soon.

He pulled your cheeks apart and you felt him spit on your asshole, the warm liquid pooling for a moment before his thumb started to rub insistently over the brown rose. Burying your head in the soft sheets you allowed your body to relax as he breached your back door with his thumb, the wide digit stretching you as he pushed in as far as he could;

“This ass is incredible. I can’t wait to fuck it”

You let out a tiny yelp at the idea of trying to fit his massive cock in your ass;

“Mr Walker!”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make sure you’re stretched out first. Might want to add a plug to the uniform list for next time, make sure you’re ready lubed and stretched for me. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, this time I’m just going to cum deep in this sweet pussy of yours. Are you on birth control? Are you ripe?”

You hadn’t even considered birth control. Your insurance had stopped covering you a couple of years back, so when you had gone on the occasional date that had ended up between the sheets, you’d simply resorted to condoms;

“No… no…”

“Oh yes. I’m going to cum deep inside you, let my seed rest within your womb. God, I’d love to see your belly round with my child, I bet your tits would be even more impressive. Hmmn yes, that’s fucking perfect…”

You hadn’t thought it possible, but all that he said was turning you on even more, and it wasn’t just you that liked the idea, you could feel him swell within you, his girth growing thicker as his arousal grew. The added stretch was driving you closer and closer to your own orgasm, the dual stimulations of your pussy and ass both being filled had you trembling with need.

“Are you going to cum for me?” his voice was hoarse and dry, an edge of desperation to it too; “I’m close, gonna shoot my load in you soon. You’d better cum before I do ‘cos once I’m done I’m pulling out and will leave you dripping with my seed and on edge…”

The threat of being left on the precipice was enough to push your body over the edge, cumming hard as your body held him so tight he thought he wouldn’t be able to pull out. The vice like grip had him throwing his head back as your body milked him, his own orgasm ripping through his body that he came with a roar and a string of expletives.

August wasn’t sure if he had ever cum that hard before, but the way your body gripped him so tight he was in no doubt that your pussy was the best he’d ever had - and he’d had a lot - and he knew without a doubt that he was not going to let anyone else ever come near it again.

As he slowed his thrusts and let you work through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, he mentally checked off all the things he’d been checking up on; from the details of your financials, your family and education, your social media. He had seen all of them. He had your phone tapped and knew that he was going to be installing spy cameras in your apartment… that was until you agreed to be his.

Looking down at your ass he pulled his thumb out of your now loosened asshole, making sure to catch the way it winked as he recorded on his phone, having pulled that out of his pocket soon after he’d started and had recorded himself defiling your body. Giving your ass a smack he relished how the camera picked up the jiggle as the force rippled through you, before grasping a large handful of ass as he pulled out and watched his cum pool at your entrance, before pushing it back in with two thick fingers. Tugging your underwear up your legs from where they had settled around your knees, he made sure the flimsy red mesh covered your hole, quickly getting soaked with his seed as he pushed the fabric against the mess to fully coat it.

Finally he shut his phone off and reached towards the headboard, giving it a tug and feeling it lift, watching as you silently pulled your hand free before collapsing on the bed. He carefully unbuckled your wristwatch before rubbing at the sore skin, easing away the chafed skin. He set your hand down carefully and quickly left the room, returning a moment later with a glass of water and holding it to your lips as he helped you sit up.

Setting the empty glass on the side, he rubbed your back before attempting to fix your torn collar, finally giving up. He swiped a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the mascara tear stains;

“Next week you’ll need to be in your underwear and heels. Make sure the plug is well lubricated. I’ll have everything delivered to your address”

You went to object, to question how he would even know, but then realised… CIA… of course he knew. You pushed yourself to the edge of the bed, finding your shoes and slipping your feet in, standing on wobbly legs as he spoke again.

“Do as I ask and I’ll let you stay the night so I can fuck your other two holes as well”

Turning you nodded;

“Yes Mr Walker”

“Oh, you can call me Sir now” he turned to leave the room before waving his finger at the pile of fresh linen still folded at the end of the bed; “Remember to finish up before you leave”

He left the room without another word. You went to object, but just as you did you felt the phone in your pocket vibrate. Quickly checking it your eyebrows practically shot off the top of your head, seeing the tip transfer come through for $2000. Biting your lip, your thumb hovered over the accept/decline buttons, the moral dilemma tearing your mind in two.

In the hallway August watched his phone. He could see that you’d received the notification of the tip. When he saw your action on the app he smiled and slid the phone back into his pocket, already planning your next visit.

Part 2 >>>

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amer-ainu · 4 years

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Joaqlin Estus Indian Country Today

On Nov. 3, Todd Gloria, Tlingit, aged 42, was elected mayor of San Diego, the nation’s 8th largest and California’s second-largest city.

Gloria is the first openly gay and the first person of color to be elected as San Diego’s mayor, as well as “the first Native American and Filipino-American mayor elected in a US city of over a million people…” according to the Los Angeles Times.

He was born in San Diego. In a 2009 interview he said he’s Native American, Filipino and “a little bit of Dutch and Puerto Rican.” In 2018, representatives of the 30,000 citizens of the Central Council of Tlingit and Haida Indian Tribes of Alaska, which has headquarters in Juneau, Alaska, adopted a resolution honoring Gloria for his leadership.

His Tlingit ancestors are from Klukwan and Haines, Alaska. His grandfather, Louis J. Gloria, of Juneau then El Centro, California, served on the board of the Alaska Native corporation for southeast Alaska, Sealaska, from 1979 to 1988, when the for-profit company went from being in the red to having assets in the tens of millions of dollars.

Gloria told reporter Christy Scannell of San Diego Uptown News his background is, “a classic San Diego story in the sense that all four of my grandparents came from different parts of the world because of the Navy and the military – so from Juneau, Alaska; Tulsa, Okla.; San Juan, Puerto Rico; and Manila. My grandfathers were in the service. My paternal grandmother came here because her father was in the service. My maternal grandmother came here to work in the factories. And they just all stayed.”

Todd Gloria, a Democrat, said his lifelong career in public service was inspired by his parents, who worked as a maid and gardener in his youth. His father went on to a career in aeronautics.

When asked how his ethnicity shapes him, Gloria said, “I think certainly being part Native American and being very sensitive to issues of sovereignty and things of that nature is probably something that someone else wouldn’t necessarily bring to the table. And a real understanding, because I think unfortunately for Native Americans the understanding of them is fairly superficial and unfortunately cartoonish. The depth of that is far more complex.”

He said he’s helped educate others that some tribes have gaming but also there’s significant poverty. “My tribe does not game and so that presents some fiscal realities for us that are not common with a lot of San Diegans’ experiences.”

Gloria also has written, voted for, and supported legislation recognizing the right of Native Americans to wear cultural and traditional regalia at graduation ceremonies, and repatriation of artifacts. He served on the state Assembly’s Native American Affairs committee. And he’s brought Native Americans forward for recognition.

In September, the state Assembly adopted a bill by Gloria that would end the Immigration and Customs Enforcement’s practice of accessing gas and electric customer utility data to facilitate deportations. He’s also the author of legislation that strengthens protections for victims of domestic violence.

He said he’s also been embraced by the Filipino community.

David Garrick, of the San Diego Herald Tribune, wrote, “Openly gay, he will be the first mayor of color and arguably the city’s most powerful leader.” Garrick said Gloria’s power is due to the city having switched to a strong-mayor style of governance in 2005, and because, unlike most other mayors since then, the majority of city council seats are held by members of his own party, which bodes well for his initiatives.

“Further increasing his power, Gloria will be the first mayor in modern history to simultaneously have strong backing from the business community and organized labor, two groups who are often at odds,” Garrick noted. Police, firemen’s, and public employee unions endorsed Gloria, as well as a regional labor council, the county Democratic party, and the regional chamber of commerce, which usually backs Republicans.

According to a speech Gloria made after the election, he’ll use that greater influence to fulfill his vision of making San Diego one of the nation’s greatest cities. Throughout his career, Gloria has worked on housing, racial justice and climate, issues that he’ll continue to work to address. He’s worked to increase access for treatment of AIDS. He’s called for more affordable housing and less use of law enforcement to handle homelessness.

Gloria said the city is facing unprecedented challenges: a continued worsening public health crisis, an economic crisis due to the necessary response to the pandemic, and a housing and homelessness crisis, as well as, “A social reckoning rooted in a sense that is in systemic racism that has been long ignored in this country, but has been awakened by the murders of George Floyd, Briana Taylor, Ahmad, Aubrey, and Ray, Milton, and far too many others to list this evening.”

When President Donald Trump came to San Diego, Gloria said “Instead of using this as an opportunity to advance his divisive and racist border wall, I wish that he were coming to our community instead to look at issues that we need addressing, specifically our needs around trade and our region that help grow jobs. And of course our ongoing cross-border pollution problems…”

In another talk he said, “the true emergency facing our state, our nation and our world is climate change. And don't let anyone tell you anything different. Climate change will lead to more heat-related deaths, smaller crop yields, more people in poverty and slowing economic growth. It's the world's most vulnerable communities that will be hit first and worst because of its impacts.” He was urging Congressional action for a “green new deal.”

"...When members of Congress convene in Washington, it will be clear where California stands. We stand on the right side of history. We stand opposed to climate change. We stand up for science and we stand out for making sure that we continue to have a planet that we may live on.”

Gloria was elected to the city council in 2008 and served as council president from 2012 to 2014. He was interim mayor in 2013.

He’s proud of his role in turning around the city’s fiscal crisis, “I served as the city's budget chair for six of eight years that I was at city hall. We were able to take the city from massive budget deficits resulting from the great recession, and turn them into surpluses and reserves that thankfully will help mitigate some of the cuts that will be necessary going forward.”

Gloria was minority whip in the California State Assembly, the state’s legislative body. When he was first elected, he was the Assembly’s only enrolled tribal member and just its second Filipino-American legislator. Reporter Garrick noted Gloria is the first mayor since 1971with experience serving in the state Assembly.

Before that, Gloria was district director for a California U.S. Representative to Congress. He also worked for San Diego County's Health and Human Services Agency. He earned a Bachelor’s in history from University of California.

Joaqlin Estus, Tlingit, is a national correspondent for Indian Country Today, and a long-time Alaska journalist.

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tdcloud · 3 years

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Corbet Valentine’s Day Lore Drop (Blog#3)

So, there was enough interest in our last blog post to necessitate a special extra post this month! Just in time for Valentine’s Day as well. Unfortunately for us—or perhaps just Corbet—I don’t think the contents are going to be all that romantic. Any reader of mine will know I love my protagonists sad and tortured, and Corbet, proto-protag that he is, isn’t any different when we really get down to it. I’m not sure if this will enhance anyone’s experience reading The Tempest Series, but I hope maybe it’ll add some relevance to the few lines I was able to slip in over the course of the later books while I desperately tried to make up for my shoddy execution in Brontide.

With that said, let’s get to it!

I suppose the best place to begin with Corbet is in the beginning—meaning who his parents were, and how he came into being. I think there’s always one or two central things that impact a character’s behavior and mentality when it comes to a backstory, and for Corbet, all of his “things” center around his family. I never came up with names for his father, mother, or step-mother, or for any of his half-siblings. I know their surname is du Roux, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten when it comes to naming them. It didn’t seem all that important after the fact, but I probably did too much thinking about them regardless. For some preliminary context, the events of Brontide take place in the mid 1500s. That’ll color a lot of this family dynamic, so keep it in mind.

His dad was a landowning noble with ties to the French government. He had fought in a few wars, earned his renown, and enjoyed his life away from home far more than he did at home. He hated the sedentary lifestyle that came with managing an estate and he found his own fun in his family, which means he was a huge instigator and enjoyed pitting his family against each other just to watch the carnage ensue. Corbet was born when his father was in his mid-forties after he had an affair with a young maid in the household. Corbet’s mom was probably seventeen or so when she had him, and was pressured into the relationship. His mother didn’t have much agency during any part of it, something that was compounded, unfortunately, by the fact that the dad already had two sons and a wife who was pregnant with a third and fairly far along at the time of Corbet’s conception.

The father’s wife—who is Corbet’s step-mother—was the middle child of another proud noble family, though hers was far less wealthy than that of her husband. She was married off as soon as she came of age in hopes of granting her family more prestige to add to their title, and she lived her life in pursuit of rising higher in the social strata. She suffered through a few miscarriages and rough pregnancies took their toll on her health and mindset. When the young, fresh-faced maid got pregnant easily after her husband’s adultery came to light, she took it poorly, and reacted even worse.

I’m pretty sure those of you who have read Deluge have gathered that Corbet’s mom didn't survive the birth. There are a few reasons for this, ranging from her age to the time period to the accessibility of medical care during the time, but the largest contributing factor was the wife. She made it her goal in life to be as cruel to Corbet’s mom as possible—after all, she could hardly take it out on her husband, and even if she had some recourse available to her at that period in time, it wouldn’t have affected him much anyway; he just didn’t care. Her cruelty came in the form of neglect. She did not account for added food, warmth, or care during Corbet’s mother’s pregnancy, and she still expected Corbet’s mother to do her usual duties regardless of her health or the health of her baby.

Now, you would think that the father of this child would care to intervene, wouldn’t you? Any decent human being would try to give some help to the woman he had coerced into sleeping with him and then knocked up, but unfortunately, the dad wasn't much help in improving Corbet’s mother’s situation. Countless times she went to him begging for help or for him to talk to his wife but, well… he’d already used her and considered the matter through. What happened after was on her to deal with, not him. He expected her to be grateful that he hadn’t thrown her from the house after she began to show—further kindness after that didn’t seem necessary to him.

The other servants in the house are the only reason why Corbet’s mom made it as long as she did. They did their best to tend to her and they were the only ones there at Corbet’s birth and her death. They had called for the master of the house but he didn't come. He was off hunting, and ultimately he didn’t care one way or another. His mother never got to hold him. Corbet doesn't know it, but he looks like her far more than he looks like his father.

It fell to the servants to name him. It fell to the servants to do a lot of things when it came to Corbet. They decided upon his name after a crow perched on the window sill at the time of his birth. He was raised alongside the youngest sibling for a time, up to the point of weaning. The servants were the ones who implored the master of the house to allow Corbet to receive lessons alongside the others once they found Corbet tracing out letters in the dirt that he'd seen his siblings scribble in their textbooks. Corbet was smart and the dad saw that. He allowed the lessons to be given but it was mostly to provide competition for his real sons, not so much to educate Corbet. It added another thing for Corbet’s half-siblings to resent him for when he excelled past them, but honestly, they didn’t need much of a reason given their mother’s vehement hatred.

The older two siblings were old enough at his birth to have picked up on the mood of their mother fairly well and that distaste was something they found childishly cruel and fun. They hated Corbet from the start. The youngest was friendly with Corbet at first since they were raised in close proximity, but once a certain point hit, the kid started to really pick up on the reality of the situation and swiftly turned to add onto the abuse. Corbet developed thick skin quickly and grew used to being picked on. His siblings would often steal his food. Corbet grew up malnourished and learned early on to hoard what food he could find, and also to not complain about what he was given. His thief skills developed as a means of survival and only grew sharper once he left home with no money to his name.

As for religion, they were all staunch Catholics, even during the time of Reformation. The monarchy was Catholic and they didn't dare try to break away like other nobles did for fear of potentially losing what they had built by something as pointless as conversion. Corbet was pretty disillusioned with religion since his stepmom spent most of his childhood telling him that he was the physical embodiment of the sin his mother had committed against God, encouraging him to believe that he was already damned by the choices she had made. Corbet didn’t buy into it much but he was left with the feeling that perhaps he doesn’t deserve to be happy, that there is something fundamentally wrong with him as a person and that’s why his life is the way it is. He left that household around age sixteen or seventeen after the death of his father. He would try to leave before, many, many times, but every time he thought about leaving his dad would come to him or call him to his office and tell him, “You belong here, you’re family." And Corbet, starved as he was to belong, would believe him and stay a little while longer. It was only when his dad died that the will was made clear and Corbet’s name was nowhere to be found on it. He was to be left at the mercy of his stepmother and brothers, with no claim to anything and the message, loud and clear, that he was as good as chattel in the household. Free labor and decent competition to sharpen his half-siblings teeth on—that was all.

So, he left. He knew the truth, and he left.

From there, it’s more or less history. He traveled all around and eventually made his way to Ireland. Ruari wasn’t his first sexual experience, but it’s very likely that Ruari was his first actual kiss and definitely the first person to ever make love to him. I guess that’s kind of romantic? Maybe not romantic enough for Valentine’s Day, but it is what it is, and it’s what I’ve got.

Now, for some Corbet speed-trivia:

His birthday is November 21st. He’s a scorpio, and I think that suits him.

His favorite food are berry tarts

He prefers non-fiction to fiction but when it comes to Fae literature, he’ll read anything

Because someone on Twitter asked, he once had to dispose of a horse who died giving birth by himself while working in his family’s stables. The scent and experience really fucked him up and to this day he can’t be around decomposition without heaving. Even remembering it will make him gag

He’s 5ft 7in

He never got to truly be a child, so he’s fairly serious by nature. His time with the fae is probably the first time he’s ever been able to show some levity

Well, that’s the long and short of Corbet’s tragic backstory. Was it what you expected? Curious about more? Let me know and I’ll see how much more lore I can scrounge up on him. To be honest, it’s been long enough since I’ve looked back on these books that I don’t exactly recall how much of this I managed to incorporate into the narrative. The family dynamics definitely didn’t get articulated in full, but I wonder how much of this came through, how much of this resonates with all of your reading experiences.

At his core, Corbet has always been someone searching for a place to belong, and, once he’s found that place, does everything in his power to maintain it—even if it means killing a monarch. Looking back on his previous life before Ruari, I think it’s easy to see why. He’s always done what he has to do. He was lost from the start and only found once he met someone who cared to see him stay. I hope you all enjoyed learning some more about him! This was a lot of fun to pull out of my dusty old character profile folder, and I hope it’s helped more of you appreciate what has to be my least in-book developed protagonist. Who else would you like to learn more about? Let me know in the comments!

Until next time,

T. D. Cloud

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so i just watched parasite for the first time (inspired by reading about these new excuses for slavery) tonight and it really kinda highlighted all the holes in the arguments that are being made. this was south korea’s largest cultural import of the past decade and bourgeois south koreans are still defending the evils highlighted in the movie. did they think the poor family were the villains???

"the poor family in parasite were the parasites!” or a more lukewarm “both families fed off each other” are unfortunately common readings in spite of Geun-Sae being very clear cut commentary on how deranged it is to worship the wealthy when they create the impoverished conditions you dwell in.

I’m not incredibly knowledgeable on ‘help’ culture [outside of how many live-in domestic workers are victims of human trafficking facilitated by agencies who ship them to the west/wealthier asian communities under the false pretense of legitimate employment and then withhold passports/blackmail/subject them to poor and coercive living conditions since their occupation offer them limited protection] but I think you should think of anyone who refers to their employees as ‘family’ as suspicious as you would your boss referring to you as their ‘family’. I remember as a kid we would read about domestic workers from the philippines that work here in canada, and for every naive and well meaning kid that would say “[maid] is like my grandma or aunt” you would have a maid that would talk about how she would only see her actual children once every maybe 7 months and that her community in the west was literally reduced to her employer, and maybe any other staff they hired. it may be the case that not all maids and live-in help are subject to these conditions, but the very alienated nature of their employment makes them highly susceptible to this kind of mistreatment -- and frankly if my parents had a maid I wouldn’t be keen on talking about it given the reality of this particular line of work.

also who tf brags about being wealthy enough to have a maid while being a defenseless nerd like the second you turn on your location it’s over. your louis vuitton is gone.

#asks #Anonymous

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Friday, May 7, 2021

60 years since 1st American in space: Tourists lining up (AP) Sixty years after Alan Shepard became the first American in space, everyday people are on the verge of following in his cosmic footsteps. Jeff Bezos’ Blue Origin used Wednesday’s anniversary to kick off an auction for a seat on the company’s first crew spaceflight—a short Shepard-like hop launched by a rocket named New Shepard. The Texas liftoff is targeted for July 20, the date of the Apollo 11 moon landing. Richard Branson’s Virgin Galactic aims to kick off tourist flights next year. And Elon Musk’s SpaceX will launch a billionaire and his sweepstakes winners in September. That will be followed by a flight by three businessmen to the International Space Station in January.

The U.S. birthrate is falling; other countries have faced the same problem (Washington Post) With the U.S. birthrate declining for the sixth year in a row and undergoing its largest drop in nearly 50 years, according to provisional data released Wednesday by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the United States is facing a dilemma with which many wealthy nations in Europe and Asia have long grappled. Instead of trying to ramp up immigration, some governments have tried subsidizing fertility treatments, offering free day care and generous parental leave, and paying thousands of dollars in cash grants to parents. But there’s little evidence that these policies have been effective on a large scale. South Korea, for instance, spent roughly $120 billion between 2005 and 2018 to incentivize having children, but its birthrate continued to fall. Singapore began offering new child-care subsidies, more-generous maternity leave policies and grants for new parents that today amount to $7,330 per baby. But those interventions didn’t reverse the trend: Singapore currently has the world’s third-lowest fertility rate. And Japan, Russia, Estonia and other nations have similar problems.

Protest road blockades halt Colombian coffee exports, federation says (Reuters) Road blockades connected to anti-government protests in Colombia, which marked their eighth day on Wednesday, have halted shipments of top agricultural export coffee, the head of the grower’s federation said. The protests, originally called in opposition to a now-canceled tax reform plan, are now demanding the government take action to tackle poverty, police violence and inequalities in the health and education systems. Twenty-four people, mostly demonstrators, have died. “We are stopped completely, exports are stopped, there is no movement of coffee to ports nor internally,” federation head Roberto Velez said in a phone interview.

20 dead in Rio de Janeiro shootout (Reuters) At least 20 people, including a police officer, died on Thursday in a shootout during a police operation against drug traffickers in Rio de Janeiro’s Jacarezinho shanty town, O Globo newspaper reported on its website. Two passengers on a metro train were also wounded in the shooting in the northern Rio neighborhood, the newspaper said.

Gunboats and blockade threats as U.K., France clash over fishing (NBC News) The U.K. and France were engaged in a naval standoff on Thursday as a long-simmering dispute over post-Brexit fishing rights escalated in the English Channel. France deployed two maritime patrol boats to the waters off the British Channel island of Jersey, its navy said, after the British Navy dispatched two of its own vessels to the area late Wednesday. The dueling moves came as a flotilla of French fishing trawlers sailed to the Jersey port of St. Helier to protest over fishing rights. The French government has suggested it could cut power supplies to the island if its fishermen are not granted full access to U.K. fishing waters under post-Brexit trading terms. Clément Beaune, the French secretary of state for European affairs, told AFP on Thursday that Paris will “not be intimidated” by the British. On the other side of the Channel, British Prime Minister Boris Johnson pledged his "unwavering support" for the island after he spoke with Jersey officials about the prospect of a French blockade. Jersey, the largest of the Channel Islands with a population of 108,000, is geographically closer to France than Britain. It sits just 14 miles off the French coast and receives most of its electricity from France via undersea cables.

Ukraine wants aid, NATO support from Blinken’s visit (AP) U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken met with his Ukrainian counterpart in Kyiv Thursday, telling him that he was there to “reaffirm strongly” Washington’s commitment to Ukraine’s “sovereignty, territorial integrity and independence.” Blinken also assured Ukrainian Foreign Minister Dmytro Kuleba that the U.S. was committed “to work with you and continue to strengthen your own democracy, building institutions, advancing your reforms against corruption.” By visiting so early in his tenure, before any trip to Russia, Blinken is signaling that Ukraine is a high foreign-policy priority for President Joe Biden’s administration. But what he can, or will, deliver in the meeting later with President Volodymyr Zelenskyy is unclear.

India hits another grim record as it scrambles for oxygen supply (AP) Infections in India hit another grim daily record on Thursday as demand for medical oxygen jumped seven-fold and the government denied reports that it was slow in distributing life-saving supplies from abroad. The number of new confirmed cases breached 400,000 for the second time since the devastating surge began last month. The 412,262 cases pushed India’s tally to more than 21 million. The Health Ministry also reported 3,980 deaths in the last 24 hours, bringing the total to 230,168. Experts believe both figures are an undercount. Eleven COVID-19 patients died as the pressure in the oxygen line dropped suddenly in a government medical college hospital in Chengalpet town in southern India on Wednesday night, possibly because of a faulty valve, The Times of India newspaper reported. Hospital authorities said they had repaired the pipeline last week, but the consumption of oxygen doubled since then, the daily said.

Israeli opposition leader Yair Lapid gains chance to form government, oust Netanyahu (Washington Post) Yair Lapid, a former news anchor and leader of Israel’s centrist opposition, was picked to negotiate a new governing coalition Wednesday, opening the possibility of Israel getting its first government not led by Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu in more than a decade. President Reuven Rivlin tapped Lapid to make the next attempt to form a government one day after Netanyahu failed to assemble a parliamentary majority after 28 days of effort. Under Israel’s system, Lapid also has four weeks to craft a power-sharing plan. If he falls short, the president could open to the process to any member of the Knesset or call for Israel’s fifth election since the spring of 2019. Lapid will face a stiff challenge in trying to find common ground among the range of anti-Netanyahu parties elected in March. As a bloc, they would control enough seats to secure a majority. But ideologically, they range from the far right to the far left of Israel’s political spectrum. They also include Israeli Arab parties that traditionally play no part in supporting governing coalitions but that may be needed this time.

Instagram fuels rise in black-market sales of maids into Persian Gulf servitude (Washington Post) The advent of Instagram in recent years has helped create an international black market for migrant workers, in particular women recruited in Africa and Asia who are sold into servitude as maids in Persian Gulf countries. Unlicensed agents have exploited the social media platform to place these women into jobs that often lack documentation or assurances of proper pay and working conditions. Several women who were marketed via Instagram described being treated essentially as captives and forced to work grueling hours for far less money than they had been promised. “They advertise us on social media, then the employer picks. Then we are delivered to their house. We are not told anything about the employers. You’re just told to take your stuff, and a driver takes you there,” said Vivian, 24, from Kenya. Domestic servants sold on the platform described encountering threats, exploitation and abuse. The agencies which marketed them, meanwhile, made thousands of dollars. In response to a request for comment last month, an Instagram spokesperson asked for the list of accounts identified by The Post so company officials could investigate. Instagram has since deleted these accounts.

Nonuplets: Woman From Mali Gives Birth To 9 Babies (NPR) A Malian woman has given birth to nine babies, in what could become a world record. Halima Cissé had been expecting to have seven newborns: ultrasound sessions had failed to spot two of her babies. "The newborns (five girls and four boys) and the mother are all doing well," Mali's health minister, Dr. Fanta Siby, said in an announcement about the births. Professor Youssef Alaoui, medical director of the private Ain Borja clinic in Casablanca where Cissé gave birth, said the babies were born at 30 weeks. The newborns weighed between 500 grams and 1 kilogram (about 1.1 to 2.2 pounds), he told journalists. The clinic has deployed a team of around 30 staff members to aid the mother's delivery and care for her nine children.

Nigeria reels from nationwide wave of deadly violence (The Guardian) Nigeria’s president Muhammadu Buhari has come under mounting pressure from critics and allies alike as the country reels from multiple security crises that have claimed hundreds of lives in recent weeks. An alarming wave of violence has left millions in Africa’s most populous country in uproar at the collapse in security. Attacks by jihadist groups in the north-east have been compounded by a sharp rise in abductions targeting civilians in schools and at interstate links across Nigeria. Mass killings by bandit groups in rural towns, a reported rise in armed robberies in urban areas and increasingly daring attacks on security forces by pro-Biafran militants in the south-east have also all risen. In April alone, almost 600 civilians were killed across the country and at least 406 abducted by armed groups, according to analysis by the Council on Foreign Relations. The violence has left much of the country on edge and Buhari facing the fiercest criticism since he took office.

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A Brazilian woman caught coronavirus on vacation. Her maid is now dead

Last Monday, housekeeper Cleonice Gonçalves suddenly fell ill while working at an apartment in Leblon, an exclusive neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro tucked between the mountains and the city’s famous beachfront.

Her family called a taxi for the 63-year-old when they learned of her condition. It took Gonçalves two hours of traveling through twisting switchbacks to reach her home in the small town of Miguel Pereira, deep in the mountains. At around 6 p.m., she checked into the town’s local hospital, complaining of difficulty urinating.

By the following afternoon, she was dead. Her death was the first fatality attributed to coronavirus in greater Rio de Janeiro, and the fifth in Brazil.

The source of the infection was her employer in Leblon, a woman who had recently returned from holiday in Italy, according to four state and local officials who recounted Gonçalves’ case to Reuters. They said the boss had been feeling ill and sought testing for coronavirus, but alleged she did not inform Gonçalves, who had worked for the family for decades.

“When (Gonçalves’ employer) came back, she already suspected” she had COVID-19, the respiratory disease caused by coronavirus, said Camila Ramos de Miranda, the municipal health secretary in Miguel Pereira.

Ramos would not disclose the name of the employer, and Reuters was not able independently to verify her identity. The news agency was not able to confirm the state and local officials’ account of how Gonçalves became infected, including the allegation that the employer didn’t share her suspicions about her possible infection.

The episode has provoked panic among the 25,000 residents of Miguel Pereira, where officials say there are now 19 suspected cases of coronavirus.

It has also sparked a public conversation about class and privilege. People affluent enough to travel abroad helped coronavirus get a foothold in Brazil, according to health officials, who worry it will now swamp low-income communities in Latin America’s largest nation.

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Beautiful Places to Visit in Udaipur during Summer – Being an important city of Rajasthan, Udaipur has very strong connection with heritage and culture of state. Famous as “Venice of East” the city has number of architectural jewels such as majestic fort, scenic gardens and beautiful palaces. The way this monuments are build tells about the rich taste of royalty.

City Palace Udaipur

Udaipur city Palace is one of the fine architectural marvels of Rajasthan that is located on the bank of Lake Pichola. The palace is most-visited tourist attraction of Udaipur and also distinguished as the largest palace complex in Rajasthan. City Palace is a combination of Medieval, European and Chinese Architecture. By being at this palace, you will feel luxurious.

Bagore ki Haveli

Set right on the waterfront of Lake Pichola at Ganghor Ghat, Bagore ki Haveli is gracious, slightly eccentric 18th century haveli. The Haveli was built by Amir Chand Badwa as a miniature of city palace and since then it has been carefully restored and converted into a museum with artifacts collected over the years. The best time to visit this place is after the sunset. Read More: Tourist Attraction in Rajasthan for This Summer Vacation

Jag Mandir Palace Udaipur

Jag Mandir is beautiful palace that is situated on the southern island of Lake Pichola in Udaipur. Being one of the most popular tourist places in Udaipur, the palace is also famous for wedding. The Palace construction is credited to three Maharanas of Mewar Kingdom. The royal family used this palace as a summer resort and pleasure palace for holding parties.

Saheliyon ki Bari

Another major tourist destination in Udaipur is “Saheliyon ki Bari” that is also known as “Garden of Maids”. Located on the banks of Fateh Sagar Lake, the garden is famous for its lush green lawns, marble arts and fountain. If you have visit Udaipur for the first time and want to explore this place then by simply booking reliable Taxi in Udaipur, you are all set to go.

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Udaipur Tour (A City Of Lakes)

It does not matter how many countries you explore.

There is always a special place in the heart for our own. And when it comes to the place which holds our cultural heritage, it automatically occupies that soft corner of your soul. And our Udaipur Tour is definitely one of those.

Udaipur , the capital of the Mewar Kingdom is one of the most sought-after destinations for tourists all around the world. A city filled with eternal beauty and magic all over becomes a blessing in disguise for you even to be its minutest part.

So, this weekend, I planned a short Udaipur Tour with my family to the ‘city of lakes’.

A small introduction with the kingdom of Mewar in the former Rajputana Agency:

This beautiful city was founded in 1558 by Udai Singh II and after Akba besieged Chittorgarh. Udaipur is situated in the southernmost part of Rajasthan, nearby the Gujarat border.

Our Journey:

To reach from Delhi to Udaipur, you can opt for NH 48 and NH58 . And Delhi to Udaipur distance is about 663 KM, which will take almost 12 hours. We started our Udaipur Tour at 1 PM so that we can reach around 12 or 1 at night. If you are with family, always plan some buffer time for resting and comforting.

So, apart from the planning, we reached at 2 in the night from Delhi to Udaipur, where we had already had our booking for an ac lake view facing room in Thamla haveli, the rooms have the perfect look of Lake Pichola.

Places to Visit in Udaipur :

Jaisamand Lake: This hidden gem tucked away in the folds of the mountain and located almost 48 km away from the main city. The Lake is the second-largest artificial Lake in India and was built by Maharaja Jai Singh in 1685. This Lake was built for a purpose, Maharaja Jai Singh has created it to help his people battle a severe drought. The entire place is surrounded by ancient palaces, beautiful temples, and Ghats, which makes it one of the most lovely and most visiting place. If you are planning for a Udaipur Tour for your honeymoon or with a spouse, keep this place in your list. Look at sunset by this Lake and even hire a cruise to make your holiday memorable.Distance from the main city: Approx 1 KMVisiting hours: 9:00 AM – 6:00 PMEntry free: It is free.

Mewar Light and Sound Show at City Palace: This is the main focal point of Udaipur’s identity, and your tour is incomplete if you have not visited the City Palace. Being one of the best places to visit in Udaipur, the Palace persists as a giant conglomerate of mounting structures that include the Manek Chowk, Maharani Palace, Daawat-i-Khas and Daawat-i-Aam. Try to visit in the evening to catch the Mewar Light and Sound Show. Here you need to take tickets. 1. We bought a ticket for the City palace + Museum – Rs 115. If you are taking a Camera, it’s going to be 225 extra for this.Location: In the center of the cityVisiting Hours – 9:30 AM – 5:30 PM

Don’t miss the Boat Ride to Jag Mandir. Boat rides on Lake Pichola going to the Jag Mandir, a small island covering a tastefully constructed palace accompanying back to 1620 now serves as a luxurious hotel with a restaurant, bar, spa and al-fresco dining. The Jag Mandir Palace is an exquisite visitable place in Udaipur and has nestled in Pichola Lake’s estuary island. Crafted beautifully by top-notch marble, this place gives a mesmerizing view of the sunset. This place is ruled by three Maharajas, Maharana Amar Singh, Maharana Karan Singh and Maharana Jagat Singh, and was established as a summer resort.Distance from City Centre – 1 km

We have seen the puppet show during our Jaipur trip, and at Shilpgram we enjoyed it again, with camel rides and mud houses. Though it is a huge house and you can feel tired, Dal bati churma, an authentic Udaipur dish, will energize you back.

Haldighaati: Haldighaati, maybe you are familiar with this place- where the historical battle between the Rajputs and the Mughals took place. Where the great Maharana Pratab and his legendry Rajput army has participated in one of the biggest war. This place also has a carved statue from superior quality marble, dedicated to Chetak, and with the beautiful Mulela art wall hangings. If you want to shop for antique items, you can have a great tie here.

Fateh sagar lake – Then we went to Fateh Sagar lake, the huge and beautiful Lake. You cannot be even able to see the other side clearly.

Vintage Car Museum: if you are a car and automobile lover, we are sure you will love this place. This place’s vintage collection is one of the most admirable places, owned by Arvind Singh Mewar. Here along with Antique solar rickshaws, you can check for Rolls Royce, an MG-TC convertible, a Ford-A convertible and a Vauxhall-12 and many more.Distance from City Centre – 1 km

Sahelion ki Bari is a significant garden, which has fountains and kiosks, a lotus pool and marble elephants. It also has a small museum inside and was laid for a group of forty-eight maidens. It was built by Rana Sangram Singh who gifted this garden to his queen accompanied by 48 maids in her marriage.

Visiting Hours – 9:30 AM – 5:30 PM

Entry Charges – Adults: Rs. 250 per person

Children: Rs. 150 per person

Sajjangarh (Monsoon Palace): Here you can take your own car to a very high point. You have to go through the hilly area, but when you reach there, you will be amazed by the view of Udaipur city from here.

Jiyan Sagar, Udaipur: Also know as Badi ka Talab, this place will give you an attractive and energetic vibe in your Udaipur Tour. Truly made in traditional Artistic Rajasthani style beautiful chhatris can make your day. Commissioned by Maharana Raj Singh, this beautiful Lake is named after his mother Jana Devi.Free entry

Timings: 08:00 AM to 06:30 PM

You can ride a boat here too: Boat Ride Fee:

Rs. 30 per head for Regular boat

Rs. 200 per head for Motorboat

Rs. 400 per head for Speed Boat

Maharana Pratap Smarak: This place has a marvellous bronze statue of the great Maharana Pratap with his warrior and true friend, his horse Chetak. In their Udaipur Tour, People spend some time here to look and memorize this great warrior and to pay their tribute.Distance from City Centre – 46 kmTime needs to explore the place – half an hourVisiting Hours: April to September 7:30 AM – 7:30 PM

October to March: 7:30 AM – 7:00 PM

Outside the Royal Palace, you can find Jagdish Mandir, a large Hindu temple in the middle of Udaipur in Rajasthan. It is a big tourist attraction, and originally was called as the temple of Jagannath Rai but is now called Jagdish-ji. Temple.

Udaisagar Lake : Udaisagar lake is 13 km from Udaipur. Its construction started in 1559 by Maharana Udai Singh And it was completed in 1565. Maharana Udai Singh was constructed on Berach River So that their Kingdom get water supply. Nowadays the water of this lake used in the zinc smelter to close Debari.In 1573 Kunwar Man Singh fed Maharana Pratap Singh to talk about surrendering of Akbar (Mughal Emperor) on the banks of Uday Sagar lake. But Maharana Pratap Singh refused to come and Kunwar Man Singh Insulted. And then this incident led to the battle of Haldighati in 1576. Peple are visiting here to enjoy the serene waters of this lake.Distance from City Centre – 13 km

Rajsamand Lake : This Rajsamand Lake is one of the the five most popular lake in Udaipur. This lake was 66 km far from Udaipur. This Lake is also known as Rajsamudra lake in Rajasthan. This Rajsamand Lake was built by Maharana Raj Singh in 1660. The main supplier of water of Rajsamand Lake is Gomti River.In 17th centuary when this lake was made, this lake was very glorious.On the southern end of the lake, All the huge Embankment is made up of white marble.Rajsamand Lake has marble terraces and stones steps, here Maharana Raj Singh used to watch the Tuladan event here, organized by descendants and the king stand there and distributed gold to the Brahmin. On the banks of the lake there was a ‘Nawchowki’ Which was constructed by Maharana Raj Singh. The history of Mewar described in 1017 stanzas, on twenty seven marble slabs, that are called ‘Raj Prasasti’. And this is India’s longest Acknowledge. Rajsamand Lake (Rajsamudra Lake) a huge of water 66 km north of Udaipur between the towns of Raj Nagar and Kanbroli.

Time needs to explore the place – half an hour

Timings: All around the day

Free entry

Distance from City Centre – 62.2 km

Time needs to explore the place – half an hour

Timings: All around the day

Free entry

Doodh Talai : Have you ever wondered why it is called Doodh Talai? There are many stories of people but according to old people doodh talai ( A small milk pond ) which fulfilled their needed that were present in government cow shelters ( Raajakeey Goshalas) which is fulfilled the requirement of milk in heritage kichen.Later on government was shifted to vilas and brought daily for grazing, drinking water and for bathing purpose at Doodh Talai. Then it was later concevived that this unique fresh reservoir was meant for the Royal concern.Distance from City Centre – 5.2 kmTimings: 08:00 AM to 10:00 PM

Manikya Lal Verma Garden :- The Manikya Lal Verma Garden is also known as Doodh Talai Garden. Lake Pichola and Doodh Talai looks beautiful from here. The Manikya Lal Verma park was constructed in the year 1995 by Nagar Parishad ( Municipal Council), Udaipur and was name after Manikya Lal Verma ( Former Chief Minister of Rajasthan ). There was Two different routes to reach the garden, one for walking and one for vehicles and above this is the temple of Karni Mata.

Entry Charges: Rs. 10 per adult

Doodh talai is located quite near the centre of the Udaipur. Doodh Talai is surrounded by small hillocks that are:-

Deen Dayal Upadhyay park ( Rock Garden or Musical Fountain Garden )

Manikya Lal Verma Garden

The Rope Way

Lake Pichola

Jungle Safari

Due to greenery and tourist attraction everywhere, it is a very famous spot to explore in your Udaipur Tour, in one place we can enjoy the fast food counter camel and horse Ride and Boat Ride.

Deen Dayal Upadhyay park ( Rock Garden or Musical Fountain Garden ) :- Next to the Manikya Lal verma Garden, a small Pt. Deen Dayal Upadhyay park is located. It was developed by UIT ( Urban Improvement Trust ) Udaipur. The best thing here is that Rajasthan’s first “ Musical Fountain “ was manufactured here by “ Yagnik Mechanical Engineering works” And sunset is also very beautiful from here.

The Rope Way ( Mansapurna Karni Mata Ropeway ) :- Here is a Ropeway which passes over Deen Dayal Upadhyay Park which leads Karni Mata Temple, this cabin car business person Kailash Khandelwal had developed collaboration with UIT. This cabin car runs at a height of 500 meters from the ground. This is the first ropeway of Rajasthan which is a beautiful adventure in 4 minutes.

Lake Pichola :- Lake Pichola is another place that attracts people and lake Pichola has four islands. ( Jag Niwas, Mohan Mandir, Jag Mandir and Arsi villas ) that represent the royal architecture of Mewar. To see the scene og scenic view one has to ride th sunset boat ride which is 200 rupess per person and can also take Camel and horse ride on the lake side of Lake Pichola.

After exploring all this, visit jungle safari Separately which is 3.5 km from Lake Pichola

The grand Udaipur forts and palaces , lake Pichola, lake Badi and pretty cafes are a few places to vist in Udaipur.

Udaipur had reserved a beautiful spot in my heart and mind I want to Visit here again. It was such as enthralling feeling of meeting an old lover.

So based on my personal experience, here above is my list for palaces to visit in Udaipur. And I have covered all important points like- All places entry fee, their visiting time and how to reach Udaipur and places.

This Udaipur Tour was a refresher for all of us, after staying too long at home. And even at the end of all this, I can say if you are willing to stay at a place for a little longer just because it calms your soul, stay there.

Finally, our trip to Udaipur ended with some crazy experiences and memorable moments, which actually are going to be counted.

Stay connected with us, to explore unexplored. Because you never know!!!!

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Despite Myself (Seven x MC)

Below is a re-imagining of the the day (day 6 or 7?, I believe) that Seven comes to the apartment to work on the Special Security System during his route.

Contains Spoilers for Seven’s route.

We’ve always wondered what Seven was thinking when he was at the apartment working on the Special Security System. What went through his mind when he was pushing us away? Were his feelings true, or was he working against himself?

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“How could you do this to me?

I trusted you, Seven.

Why would you purposely put me in danger?”

Seven’s eyes flashed open. He had once again had another bad dream; normally, he was plagued by memories and scenarios from his past. His dreams were the only place he could still see his twin brother Saeran, but as he grew older, his few memories became more twisted and upsetting. He hadn’t seen Saeran since they were both children, but lately, he had been thinking more and more of what his brother was like now and how his life had been. Was he happy? Did he still think of Seven? Did he still look up at the sky with the same wonder in his eyes like when they were kids?

Seven closed his eyes and brought his hands to his face, placing both palms over his eyes in frustration. This morning’s dream, however, had been different. He had dreamt of her, of MC.

It had only been six days since MC had mysteriously wandered into Rika’s apartment and onto the RFA server. How the hacker who had sent her there in the first place had been able to bypass his security measures was still beyond Seven, but regardless, the RFA found themselves in the midst of a new member. Since that day, he had been using the security cameras around Rika’s apartment to monitor MC’s comings and goings. She was beautiful; her long brown hair perfectly framed her face. Her eyes were piercing. Sometimes she would unknowingly look at the camera, and when she did, his heart would stop beating for the briefest moment. When she smiled, he imagined what it would be like to be enveloped by her warmth, by her kindness.

He had only seen video images of MC and pictures of her that he had found on social media, and yet, he knew he felt something for her, more than he had felt for anyone in such a long time. Those feelings alone were dangerous in more ways than one.

Unbeknownst to MC and most of the RFA members, there were secrets concerning both the organization and Rika’s apartment. Rika was the founder of the Rika’s Fundraising Association (RFA), an organization made to hold charity fundraising parties. While she was a wholesome and kind person; she was also very particular and protective of the private and valuable knowledge of the guests that attended these parties. In her efforts to protect this valuable information from hackers, Rika had requested for Seven to install a bomb at her apartment. While Seven was no stranger to risky situations and danger, he was reluctant to acquiesce such a request, even from Rika. Nevertheless, she managed to convince him and promised him that she would not return to the apartment in order to keep the records safe and to avoid creating a situation where she might be harmed by the bomb.

But now, MC was living in Rika’s apartment. She was living in the most dangerous situation possible and had absolutely no idea.

The thought of something happening to her and it being his fault was almost unbearable. This dread, this frustration, this ball of anxiety had been the cause of his nightmare. Not only did Seven fear losing MC through something disastrous, but also an even larger fear loomed on his heart. What will she do when she finds out that he’s been hiding this secret? What will she do when she figures out that this isn’t the only secret he’s been hiding? It was odd that after only six days, MC had enough of a hold on him for him to fear what it would be like without her, for her to reject him.

He finally moved his hands from his eyes and rolled onto his side with a huff. It was hard not to feel frustrated and overwhelmed with his nightmare still so fresh on his mind. It was hard to do anything at all these days with the threat that something might happen to MC. As of late, she had been on his mind more often than not, and it was starting to cause him to lose focus when working.

Ping.

Seven shot up. That was the sound of the messenger going off. Seemed like everyone was finally waking up and jumping into the chatroom. Before he knew it, he was out of bed and sitting in his computer chair. His computer booted up to show the usual data code for the chatroom, and finally the chat layout popped up. He scanned the app, seeing the notification that MC and Yoosung were in the chat. Inadvertently, he smiled and joined the chat.

Minutes later, Yoosung left the chat, claiming he was late to class - something that occurred more often than not with the young college student.

MC: “How’s your day going, Seven?”

707: “Well, I actually just woke up from one of my power naps.

Can’t keep GOD707 down for long! ^^

I have to maintain my status as the Defender of Justice!

MC: “Haha, GOD707 to the rescue!”

707: “Did you have breakfast yet?”

MC: “Yes, I did! I made myself an omelette. How about you?”

707: “No, I haven’t.

I’ll probably have some Honey Buddha Chips and some PhD Pepper.

Fuel for all the mind and soul!”

MC: “Lol, Seven. I don’t think Honey Buddha Chips and PhD Pepper are good for you all the time.

I wish you would take care of yourself too. You can’t defend justice on an empty Stomach! Plus... I worry about you.”

Seven froze for a moment; his heart skipping a beat. She was worried about him? His eyes drifted to the second computer monitor, farther away on his desk. He pressed the ‘On’ button and the screen flashed to life. On it, he saw MC sitting on the couch inside Rika’s apartment, staring at her phone. Staring at her phone. Oh crap.. She was waiting for his reply.

707: “Worry not, MC! GOD707 can handle anything that is thrown at him!

I will always come to you as your knight in shining armor. ^^”

MC: “Oh Seven! My Hero!”

707: “For more cutesy phrases that will make your heart beat faster, please subscribe to our messaging service. For only $9.99 per month, you too can receive daily cutesy phrases. Just reply “Yes Please”, and you will be automatically subscribed”

MC: “Yes Please!”

707: “Thanks for your subscription! We will begin billing our monthly fee in 3... 2...”

Ping.

His eyes searched the screen for the notification. Something was happening with the messenger. It looked like the hacker was making a move once again.

MC: “Seven?” 707: “I’m sorry, MC. Something just came up. I’ll be back later.”

He clicked out of the chatroom and returned to the main screen, searching for traces of the hacker and attempting to undo what was being done.

---

Seven had been working for several hours when finally the hacker’s trace seemed to disappear. He sighed with relief and leaned back in his chair, raising his arms to stretch them. He stood from his chair and looked around the room. “What a mess...” He thought to himself, making a mental note to ask Vanderwood, his ‘maid’, to help him clean up later. Heading toward the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of PhD Pepper. He walked over to the nearest cabinet and took out a bag of Honey Buddha Chips.

Breakfast of champions. He thought with a sigh. It was hard to worry about eating healthy with so much on his mind. He still had no leads on the hacker. He hadn’t been able to find any traces of the hacker. He could only see when something had been messed with in the chatroom but not who had done so nor when the coding had been modified. He let out a frustrated sigh and plopped down in his computer chair. Swiveling in his chair, he faced the largest monitor with all intentions of continuing to track down the hacker. His eyes drifted to his second monitor. MC was once again sitting on the couch, watching television. He leaned forward in his chair, crossing his arms and propping his head up to watch the screen intently.

Were feelings like this normal?

The front door opened. Seven jumped up as he heard footsteps approaching his desk.

“Ah, Madam Vanderwood. I see you’ve dropped by to check on me.” He said with a smirk.

“I told you not to call me that. Now, how’s the work coming along? You know how impatient the boss can be.” The man huffed. He crossed his arms with impatience and leaned back on one foot.

“Yeah, yeah. I told you I was working on it.” Seven said calmly, turning his chair back to the monitor.

In truth, he hadn’t been making much, if any, progress with his assignment from the agency. MC and the growing anxiety that came with worrying for her safety had been consuming most of his thoughts. Vanderwood tapped his foot in annoyance.

“Well, you know the deadline is coming up. It’s tomorrow, and we need to be sure this gets done on time. You know what happened to the last agents that were late turning in their work.” Vanderwood stated, then turned on one foot to head towards the kitchen.

“Madam Vanderwood, if you wouldn’t mind. I would appreciate it if you would help me clean up a little.” Seven said, facing toward the monitor. He could hear Vanderwood scoff from the kitchen.

“I don’t know why I put up with you!” Vanderwood shouted from across the house.

Seven grinned and set his focus on continuing his assigned hacking work for the agency. The agency was all Seven had known for so long, and he knew the danger that came with each assignment. Though he volunteered his time providing security for RFA’s online servers and in helping to plan parties, his main source of income came from his career as a hacker. It was hard for him to imagine having any other life at this point; he had given up so much to get where he was. He had always been careful and meticulous about keeping people at arms-length and making sure he had no personal connections. From the outside, it looked like he had wonderful and caring friends in the RFA members, but Seven knew that all of his connections could be and should be able to be easily severed. It was safer for the members if they didn’t know much, if anything, about him and if they thought he was much like the persona he showed them - happy go-lucky 707. In reality though 707’s personality and quirkiness were a part of him, they were a very small portion of who he truly was. Growing up he was Saeyoung. Then he was born again as Luciel. Today, he was Seven. Who would he be tomorrow? This question always hung heavily over his head, and the imminent danger anyone who entered his vicinity took on left him distant and cold in real life interactions. So why, he wondered, was he so drawn to MC. What was so different about her that he would even consider putting her and himself in danger? His eyes drifted to the CCTV footage of the apartment; MC had fallen asleep on the couch. She was so still. He almost imagined he could hear her quiet breathing. He closed his eyes for a moment, pretending he was in the same room with her, that he could take her into his arms and they could fall asleep together.

Error. Error. Error.

His eyes flicked to the RFA’s chat screen. The chatroom screen changed. And an unknown user appeared.

Unknown: “I hope you’re ready for me to make my grand entrance, MC.”

Seven’s breath caught in his throat.

Unknown: “I’ll see you soon. ^^”

Quickly, he began typing on his keyboard, attempting to backtrace the hacker’s connection. No sooner had he started than Unknown left the chatroom. Seven’s heart began to race. What did he mean by that? He would see her soon? On the screen, the coding began to change at a rapid pace.

“No wait. What’s happening? How is he doing this? He’s- He’s trying to hack the special security system.” Seven whispered to himself, watching the hacker’s actions closely. Normally he took solace in the fact that he was one of the best hackers in his agency. His work was constantly requested due to his expertise, so he knew how valuable his skills were and felt a small sense of pride when he thought about it. But this. This hacker was something else. He was fierce and unyielding when it came to what he wanted.

Special Security System Offline. His computer announced with a note of finality

“What? What?!” Seven whispered to himself, searching the screen. How could he have known the hacker would go after the security system? To activate it, Seven had sat in Rika’s apartment for days creating a code that was nearly impenetrable. Any yet, the hacker was able to disable it in minutes from a remote location.

“Oh-,” Seven’s voice caught in his throat; he tried to swallow but the lump of realization in his throat wouldn’t go away. The bomb in Rika’s apartment was set to go off if anyone other than an RFA member entered the room, which both endangered and simultaneously kept MC safe. But if this Unknown was planning to break into the apartment... MC was in danger and had no form of protection. And even worse, she was asleep at the moment with no inkling that danger was looming ahead.

Seven worked to erase Unknown’s messages from the chatroom. He didn’t want MC to find out about Unknown’s threat or about the bomb. He could protect her. No, he would protect her. He just needed to drive over to Rika’s apartment and turn the Special Security System back on. He would fortify the system after he knew the initial danger was gone. Seven jumped out of his chair, and ran to his bedroom, quickly changing into his favorite outfit: jeans, a red tank top, and his favorite black and yellow jacket.

Picking up his phone, he dialed in MC’s number. He would let her know that he was coming there to work on the security system but nothing else; he couldn’t afford to let her know something was up. The phone rang, but MC didn’t pick up. He left her a voicemail to let her know that he would be at the apartment soon.

“Vanderwood!” He shouted as he began packing a bag. He knew he needed his laptop but what else?

“What?” Vanderwood’s annoyed reply came from the other room.

“I’m heading out. I’ll be back.” He grabbed connection cables, his data scrambler. What else? He searched under a nearby pile of clothes. There was one last thing he needed. Keyboard? Mouse? No, he had already grabbed that.. Oh wait, there it was. He crouched down and picked up his crucifix. Putting the necklace on, he grabbed his bag and began to head toward the door.

“Wait, where are you even going? You can’t just leave. We have to finish that work for the boss.” Vanderwood popped his head around the corner.

“I know; I just have to go take care of one thing for the RFA. I’ll be back before the boss notices I’m gone.” He said with a grin, trying to play off the severity of the situation.

“You and I both know that you won’t. Seven, you don’t want to force my hand on this. You know I’ve already been covering for you up until now; I won’t keep making excuses for you, and I won’t put my life in danger for some charity organization.” Vanderwood rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Seven turned toward the door. He knew the position he was putting Vanderwood in, and he knew the situation he was creating for himself. However, he knew that no one could deal with the bomb at Rika’s apartment except him, and realistically, the hacking job would take five or six hours to complete once he sat down and could actually concentrate.

“Vanderwood, I already told you-”

“Seven, I’m serious. If you go, I will report this.”

“Then, do what you have to, Vanderwood. I have to do this; I’m the only one who can.” He said quietly. With that, Seven adjusted the bag on his shoulder and walked out the front door. He stopped for a moment to let out the breath he had been holding in. Now he just needed to make it to Rika’s apartment and deal with the security system. Then, he could stop worrying about the bomb, and maybe he could finally get MC off his mind long enough to work.

---

Seven pulled up in front of Rika’s apartment. After parking the car, he paused to rest his head on the steering wheel. This really wasn’t the time to be dawdling, but he was nervous. This would be the first time seeing MC in person. In his heart, he knew what he wished would happen. He wanted to be the one who would make her smile, who would be there to cook her breakfast in the morning when she woke up, who would comfort her when she was having a hard day. But. He knew these were unrealistic dreams; falling in love and living in domestic bliss were not part of the equation when it came to his life. He knew what he had signed up for when joining the agency. He could have no familial ties. He could never have close friends. He could never fall in love. Everyone he made ties with ran the risk of becoming a casualty. He knew all of this, and yet, here he was contemplating risking it all.

No. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Sitting up, he resolved to do what he knew he had to do. He would avoid MC; he would keep his conversations with her to a minimum. He could play everything he said to her in chat rooms and phone calls up until now as being part of a flirty but unserious nature. He wouldn’t acknowledge his feelings; he would even push her away if he had to. Grunting, Seven held onto his head. This was all speculation; maybe he was freaking out over nothing. Maybe MC didn’t even have feelings for him. Maybe she was flirty and unserious about having a connection with him.

“No, I have to stop.” He thought to himself. There was no use in all this. Feelings didn’t and wouldn’t matter.

With that final thought, he got out of the car and began to head upstairs. He stopped in front of the apartment door, his hand raised but hesitating to knock. The door swung open to reveal MC’s face. Surprise registered on her face before turning into a smile.

“Seven! Come in.” She said warmly. He studied her face for a moment. She was even more breathtaking in person.

“MC. Uh, thanks.” He said quietly, shifting his eyes to the floor. He moved into the apartment; everything was the same as it had been when Rika was living here. It gave him an eerie feeling to be back here. Moving toward the living room, he set his bag on the table and began pulling out his equipment. Rika’s living room consisted of two couches facing each other with a small table in the middle. He could still recall sitting and talking with Rika in this exact spot less than a year ago. He watched as MC sat on the couch across from him. He busied himself by turning his attention to his computer.

“I got your voicemail. I didn’t think you would get here so quickly; I was actually getting ready to run to the convenience store. I don’t really have much here for guests to eat.” MC said as she followed behind him. Her voice was soft and comforting and made Seven long to hear her speak more. He watched as MC sat across from him on the opposite couch.

“I won’t be here long. I just need to make some adjustments to the security system.” He said, angling his body away from hers.

“Oh, how long do you think it will take? I was thinking maybe I could make some lunch, and we could eat together.” He didn’t need to look at her to know she was smiling; he could hear the thoughtfulness in her voice.

“No. I can’t. I have other things to do once I’m done.” He said shortly. The more she talked to him, the more his resolve wavered. He needed to keep things short and concise and maybe she would quit trying to initiate conversation.

“Oh, okay-”

“MC, I need to focus. I need to be alone.” He bit his lip, making sure to avert his gaze. He picked up his headphones from the table and placed them around his neck. He hated this already. His heart caught in his throat as he watched her stand up to leave.

“Um, okay. Yeah, sorry. I know you need to concentrate, so I’ll go read in the other room.” MC’s voice was quiet as she walked out of the room.

Seven felt like curling into a ball; this was already emotionally taxing, and he had only been here for all of ten minutes. Despite the gnawing feeling in his gut; he took solace in the idea that he could protect her now that he was here. He no longer needed to watch her through the CCTV. If Unknown was going to show up, Seven would be here to stop him.He slid his headphones on, turned on his favorite playlist, and began working on the coding for the apartment.

---

After about three hours, Seven heard the front door close. He jumped up, nearly knocking his computer off the table. Had she left? Where had she gone? What if that wasn’t her?

“MC?” He called out. The apartment was quiet. He searched for his phone frantically, and dialed her number.

“Seven?” She answered the phone quizzically.

“Where are you? Did you leave the apartment?”

“Yeah, you looked entranced by your work, so I didn’t want to bother you. I’m on the way to the story... I wanted to cook lunch, and I figured maybe if I made something to eat, you might be hungry too.”

“MC, come back to the apartment. It’s not safe for you outside right now.”

“Not safe?”

“Yes, not safe. We still don’t know what the hacker wants with you-”

“Seven.” She laughed. “I’ll be fine. I’ve left the apartment plenty of times. I’ll be back soon.”

“MC.... Okay, please call me if anything happens. Please.” He said reluctantly. He didn’t want to acquiesce; she didn’t know how much danger she was actually in. It made him extremely anxious to think she was out in public by herself right now.

“I will. I’ll be home soon.” She said happily before hanging up. Seven stared at his phone. He needed to work faster; once the security system was up, he would feel better about her being her alone; he could go back to watching her from a distance. And maybe he could finally get her off of his mind. Sighing, he turned his attention back to his computer; his fingers hovered over the keys, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to actually focus on his work until she came back. He leaned back on the couch, pressing his hands to his face in frustration. Sitting up, he grabbed his phone and logged into the RFA chatroom. If he couldn’t focus, maybe he could distract himself.

After about thirty minutes, Seven heard the door to the apartment open and saw MC walk in with three bags in her hands. He resisted the urge to offer assistance, knowing now was the time to get back to work.

“I’m back!” She announced. Seven breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to his computer.

“Welcome back.” He said, pulling his headphones on to give the appearance that he was occupied and uninterested. He did not turn any music on; instead he chose to listen to the sounds of MC in the kitchen. These small moments, he decided, would have to be enough. Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, Seven began working again to restore the apartment’s coding.

Once he was able to concentrate, the work began to flow, it was easy to zone out and lose track of time. Before he knew it, MC was beside him with a bowl in hand. She leaned over in front of him to place the bowl beside his computer. He was briefly taken aback. MC was so close to him. She was so close that he could reach out and touch her with ease. He could take her hand and enjoy lunch with her; it would be so easy.

“No. No. No.” He stopped himself. These were dangerous thoughts. She turned to look at him and smiled. He saw her mouth something but was too absorbed in fantasy to register what she had said. Snapping back to reality, he realized that inviting conversation would only lead to trouble. He pointed to his headphones and said,

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you. Thank you for the food, but I need to work now.”

He watched MC’s face drop slightly as she smiled again and turned to walk away. Once she was out of earshot, he felt himself breathe out heavily; he hadn’t realized that he had been holding his breath. He looked at the bowl of pasta that she had been kind enough to bring him. He wished he had an appetite, but the current situation left him with a deep pit in his stomach. He needed to focus; he just needed to focus. If he could finish by nightfall, she would be safe, and he could go. Turning his attention back to the system once more, he resolved to work faster.

When Seven looked up again, the sky outside had darkened. He heard footsteps behind him; MC was moving around the house, perhaps looking for something. Over the course of the day, Seven had spread out his things around the living room and the dining room table behind the couch. Notebooks and devices were scattered around, a result of him trying to remember how he had set up the security system in the first place and trying to figure out how to improve it. Behind him, MC had gone quiet. What was she doing? Was she looking through his things? He turned to glance behind him. MC had taken a seat at the dining room table and was looking through one of the books he had brought with him. His heart sank in his chest; it was the storybook he had brought with him, the one that held the floppy disk with the only photos Seven still had of Saeran. He removed his headphones and rose from his seat. He quietly walked up behind MC, and leaning over her, grabbed the book and floppy disk from her hands.

“Do you enjoy going through other people’s things? This isn’t yours.” He said curtly; his emotions were already running high today. Why had he even brought this book with him? He could’ve left it at home, sure. But what if someone broke in and found it. This one singular floppy disk was the only thing in the world that proved he had attachments. Of course, it put Saeran’s life at risk to hold onto it, but Seven had already given up so much in his life; he wasn’t willing to give up this last attachment to his brother.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just curious about what you were doing-” She stuttered out, but he interrupted her.

“You were curious about what I was doing? I told you what I was doing, and I told you to leave me alone.” He watched as MC turned toward him with a hurt look.

“I... I know that. I just - I don’t understand, Seven. You’re different from how you were in the chat rooms. I guess I thought... I don’t know - that maybe you liked me.”

MC’s voice was quiet as she met his eyes. Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and confusion. He was sure his expression mimicked hers. Why was she doing this now? Why couldn’t she just leave him alone like he had requested.

“That I liked you? Why would you think that? Because I talked and joked with you? Did it even occur to you that I was just being friendly because you were a new member of the RFA?”

He watched her eyes as she desperately searched his face for answers, pleading for what he was saying to be different from what he felt. Her gaze weighed on him heavily. He averted his gaze, knowing he couldn’t keep meeting her eyeline if he wanted to maintain his composure. MC’s face scrunched in confusion, and looking up at her, Seven saw tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill over. His heart wrenched at the thought of making her cry. He wanted to be the one who held her when she cried, but instead here he was purposely hurting her with the intent of saving her. It was an ironic concept when he really thought about it. He would hurt her to save her. It seemed so laughable to think of the juxtaposition of how he felt and how he had to act. He turned from her, getting ready to return to the couch and put the final touches on the restoration of the security system.

“Seven, I don’t understand. I don’t believe you; I don’t know what this is or why you’re pushing me away, but I know that you must feel something for me too.” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke.

“I’m not feeling anything. I can’t afford to feel anything. I’m a dangerous guy, MC. Anyone who gets close to me is in danger.” His voice was deep and angry; his hands were clenched by his side.

“But Seven-” She stood from where she was sitting. Taking a step, she grabbed his right hand. Seven turned to look at her.

“MC, just leave me alone.” He said shortly, shaking her hand away. He wanted to scream; he wanted to thrash around in frustration. He wanted to run away from everything he had ever known; he wanted to throw away everything for MC, and yet, here he was pushing her away, lying to her. But instead, he forced himself to turn and moved to take a seat on the couch. He slid his headphones back on and unpaused his playlist.

“Finish the task. Finish the task. Finish the task.” He thought to himself; he couldn’t afford to focus on MC’s feelings or his own. Her safety came first, and maybe she would heed his warning and leave him alone. He didn’t deserve her feelings anyway. Maybe now she would realize that.

About thirty minutes later, Seven had finished getting the security system back online. He removed his headphones just in time to hear the system chime:

Special Security System Online.

He stretched his arms above his head, looking at his computer to see the time. It was 11:30 P.M. Where had the day gone? He listened intently to hear if MC might still be awake. But then again, he thought to himself, what did it matter if she was awake. He had been so mean to her earlier; he couldn’t imagine her wanting to speak with him again. No, he would go ahead and pack his things and leave without a word. Gathering the books from the dining room table, he moved to begin packing his bag.

He heard movement in the kitchen and assumed MC was still awake. He thought about going in to see her, maybe to apologize. No, that wasn’t wise. He needed to maintain his boundaries with her. Then, he heard a glass break in the kitchen. A glass? No, that was the sound of a lot of glass breaking. An alarm began to sound in the apartment.

Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert. Identifying Intruders, Non-RFA Member. Bomb Sequence Will Begin in 5 Minutes.

Seven dropped everything and ran toward the kitchen. MC was backed against the wall, her eyes wide in fear. In front of her, he saw a man. The man was standing amongst the broken glass from the window. Seven noted the bleached color of the man’s hair and his piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in black, an intricate tattoo was visible where his jacket fell off his shoulder. How could he have come in here? They were a couple of floors off the ground. Breaking through the window shouldn’t have been possible.

“Are you the hacker?” Seven asked the man.

“Am I the hacker?” The man asked in a mocking voice and then laughed.

“Who are you really? What do you want with MC?” Seven asked more insistently, taking a step forward to position himself between MC and the hacker. At the moment, he was too far to be able to protect her if the hacker acted in an aggressive manner.

“Now MC, you’ll be coming with me.” The hacker, ignoring his question, stepped toward MC brandishing a knife.

“No, I’m not going anywhere with you. Seven, help me!” She said, stepping back and bumping into the wall behind her. She shot a fearful look toward Seven. He took another slow step, attempting to move without alerting the hacker.

“Not another step, Saeyoung.” The hacker said threateningly. Seven’s eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks. How could he know that name? Who could he be to know that name? Seven’s eyes searched the hacker’s face, noting the odd familiarity.

“Seven, do you know him?” MC asked him, but he was frozen. Seven’s eyes were glued to the hacker’s face. He looked familiar, eerily familiar. Could it be? No, of course it couldn’t. Rika had promised that Saeran was safe and living a happy life; she had sent him pictures. There was no way...

“Saeran?” The name fell from his lips before he could think twice. The hacker whirled around toward him.

“Don’t call me that! You don’t deserve to call me that!” Saeran screamed at Seven.

“Oh my God..” Seven’s voice trailed off. How was this happening? How was his brother here? Why was his brother here? His head began spinning.

“Seven!” MC managed to cry out as Saeran grabbed her, placing one arm around her waist and a knife at her throat.

“No wait, please, don’t hurt her. Please.” His mouth was dry. MC was in danger, and his brother was here and was the one responsible for attacking the RFA. What did it mean? His thoughts were interrupted by the security system’s alarm:

Scanning for Intruders. Identifying Intruders, Non-RFA Member. Bomb Sequence Will Begin in 1 Minute.

Seven could see the fear in MC’s eyes. He had to do something. The bomb wasn’t going to scare Saeran away was it. He watched as his brother began to slowly back towards the window with MC in tow.

“Seven! I love you!” MC shouted; it seemed like a final desperate plea. Did she think that he wouldn’t be able to save her and wanted to die with him knowing her true feelings? His head spun. God, MC, now wasn’t the time to profess your love. Not when he had been desperately trying to push her feelings away all day. For the briefest moment, he thought to himself that he loved her too. But he knew now wasn’t the time or place to sort through these mixed emotions. He had to stay in the moment; any hesitation could result in losing MC forever.

“I know.” He replied quietly. Saeran continued to edge toward the window, his eyes darting wildly around the apartment. It appeared that things weren’t exactly going to plan for Saeran. He had probably planned to attack MC while the security system was disabled, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the bomb going off.

“Shit.” Saeran mumbled under his breath. Seven watched as his brother weighed the options. With the timer ticking quickly, did he still take the chance to kidnap MC, knowing there was a possibility that he would die in the process? Did he make his escape with the intention of coming after MC at a different point in time?

“Saeran, listen. You don’t have time to escape with MC. Just let her go. There is less than a minute before the bomb goes off; if you’re still in the apartment when the time is up, we’re all going to die.” Seven said calmly, maintaining eye contact with Saeran.

Frustrated, Saeran grunted and threw MC forward. He moved toward the window and looking over his shoulder said,

“This isn’t over, Saeyoung. I will be back.”

With that ominous threat left hanging in the air, Saeran disappeared out the window. MC stumbled forward, and he caught her in his arms.

Scanning for Intruders. Scanning for Intruders. No Intruders Identified. Bomb Sequence Deactivated.

Seven sighed in relief. His legs felt weak, like he could just collapse from exhaustion right then and there. He brought MC down to the floor with him. His hands cupped her face. His eyes searched hers, looking for an answer.

“Are you alright?” He asked urgently.

“I’m alright. Seven, are you okay?” She asked him. A wave of relief washed over him, and despite himself, he hugged her. She was so close to him now; he breathed in her scent, a mixture of what he could only describe as sunshine and citrus. He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the warmth of her embrace and the relief that came with knowing she was safe in his arms. She returned the embrace, burying her face into his shoulder, and the two of them sat like that for a few minutes. Seven pulled away first, knowing that there was more that needed to be dealt with; no matter how much he might want to, he couldn’t hide in her arms forever. Moreover, he knew she deserved an explanation. For so long, he had held onto so many secrets, and now with Saeran added into the mix, he felt like he was going to collapse from all the weight on his shoulders.

“Seven...” MC met his eyeline. He resisted the urge to look away. He knew he couldn’t keep the facade up much longer.

“MC, look, I-”

“Seven, I-”

They both began speaking simultaneously, which brought a bit of laughter from the two. Seven gestured for MC to go first, and she was quiet for a moment. She looked at the floor for a moment then back at him, steeling herself.

“Seven, I meant what I said back there. I do love you.”

“MC, I don’t know that I can return your feelings. I told you; I’m a dangerous guy. I work in a field where I have made and continue to make many enemies. Being with me is a massive risk. I can’t put you in harm’s way just because of the way I feel.” His voice trailed off. He looked away from her again; he wouldn’t put her at risk. He couldn’t.

“I can take care of myself, Seven. I know that there are risks that come with being with you, but I know that what I feel for you is worth any risk.” MC’s voice was soft, but he could hear the sincerity in her words.

“I- I don’t know that I deserve such feelings. My life has been a mess thus far, and I have done some terrible things. I’m not worth your time or your love.” His head hung low; MC reached out and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I know for a fact that you are worth my time and my love. I trust you to keep me safe, and I know-”

“MC..” He cut her off; he released her hand and brought both of his up to cup her face. His thumb caressed her cheek, and after a moment, his lips met hers. Her lips were soft against his. He pulled away to make eye contact with her.

“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers for a moment, a smile playing on his lips.

“I’m sorry about my behavior; I-”

“Thank you for apologizing, but I know that you did what you felt like you had to.” MC cut him off mid-apology.

He was taken aback slightly. How could he have gotten so lucky to have met someone who understood his intentions, who was willing to look past the dark spots in his life? He felt both awkward and grateful; this feeling of putting trust in and of giving an intimate part of yourself to someone else left him with an uneasy feeling. But he knew this was what he wanted. Consequences be damned. He would deal with the fallout of everything tomorrow. Standing up, he offered MC his hand to help her up. Once she was on her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and caught him in a kiss. Seven turned, so that MC was between him and the wall. This time, he wasn’t willing to pull away so easily. Pushing her against the wall, his lips met hers with a hunger that was unfamiliar to him. He wanted more of her. He had spent so long telling himself that he couldn’t have her, that he wasn’t worthy of love. But in this moment, those feelings didn’t matter. He loved her. He loved her dearly. He broke from her lips to trail kisses slowly down her neck.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said as he moved between spots. Her soft moans made him smile. She buried her head in his shoulder and giggled.

“What?” He asked coyly.

“Nothing, I’m just so happy. I’m happy that I can be with you like this.” She said, looking up to meet his eyes. She smiled at him, and he returned her smile.

“I’m happy too, but you know what would make me even happier?” He asked with a demure smile on his face.

“What?” He watched her eyes, watched how her eyebrows furrowed when she asked a question. He watched her expression change from moment to moment. Her smiles were cute. Her voice was comforting. She was so beautiful to him. He loved everything about her, and he knew he wanted to remember this moment with her. He would imprint this memory in his mind, so he would have something to look back on if things were different tomorrow.

“This.” He said as he picked her up; MC laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He laid her softly on the bed and crawled over to lay next to her. She snuggled up to him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. For a few minutes, he quietly listened to her breathing next to him; when her breathing dropped off and became slower, he knew she had fallen asleep. His mind still raced with all the prospects of the day. His brother was working as a hacker against the RFA. How had that happened? Wasn’t V supposed to be watching over him? Why hadn’t V said anything to him about his brother’s actions? And then there was the agency. He was now a fugitive from the only job he’d ever known. While he and MC were safe here for now; it wouldn’t take long before the agency found the apartment. Vanderwood was a cruel mistress and wouldn’t show him any mercy. He knew he still had a lot he needed to fill MC in on too, but all of this could wait until tomorrow. Though this really wasn’t the time to be engaging in downtime, he wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste. He pulled MC closer, and she responsively mumbled his name in her sleep. He closed his eyes and focused on her breathing until it eventually lulled him to sleep too.

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I watched Ex Machina last year and wanted to explore the possibility of an RSS fem bot called Durga --who shares many similarities with android Ava.

In Ex Machina, Ava’s purpose I believe is to successfully pass an intelligence test which is “dependent on the machine’s ability to deceive its human interrogator – a sign of artificial intelligence that is made analogous with gender performance”..i.e. femaleeeessss use deception

In popular mythology, Durga was created to destroy an "evil” Asura- here Mahisasura- the buffalo king who waged a war against the gods (devas). Since no man could kill Mahisasura, the gods conjured up Durga in their celestial laboratory. She used deception too.

Durga’s gender performance is patriotic motherhood and has roots in anti Muslim rhetoric in Hindu nationalist movements since the 19th century.

“The distinction between automaton and post-human subject in Ex Machina is drawn along racial lines” where an Asian “android-coolie” (Kyoko) is contrasted with white Ava whose process of self actualization--exploring poetry, philosophy, art, and ultimately- self sufficiency or freedom- comes at the sacrifice of the non-speaking android.

The distinction between good and evil in Durga’s case is drawn along 1) caste 2) xenophobic and religious lines. Asuras are the Tribal and Dalit communities such as Bagdi, Santhalis, Mundas and Namasudras for whom Mahisasura is a martyr.

In Hindu nationalism the outsider (ghuspetia) is the Muslim citizen. Since Durga has been appropriated by Brahmin paramilitary outfits like the RSS, she could be a product of its IT cell, part of the world's largest experiment in social-media-fueled terror.

Both Ava and Durga (the brahmin woman) self actualize in their fortresses/caste bubbles -incidentally “durga” literally means fort in Sanskrit!- While the “android-coolies” do the upkeep, with very little agency.

“Bahujan labour was and is an indispensable way through which the feminist “independence” of working Brahmin women like my mother and grandmother has been enabled”- Pallavi Rao

I noticed Ava being considered a feminist icon- here as Ava the Alpha and a lot is written about Durga’s masculine power-but both Ava and Durga are nothing but constructions of white, Brahmin womanhood. Ava doesn’t help Kyoko escape the facility and Durga is specifically built as a shield against Brahminism’s caste and xenophobic anxieties

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In that respect they’re are not feminist at all. Both are artificial women created in a lab in the mountains- with the explicit purpose of forwarding their patriarch’s agenda.

References: Dismembered Asian/American Android Parts in Ex Machina as ‘Inorganic’ Critique -- Danielle Wong

The Brahmin Mistress and the Bahujan Maid --Pallavi Rao

Ex Machina: A (White) Feminist Parable for Our Time-- J.A. Micheline

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18 Months (Epilogue Headcanons) — Michael Langdon

Here is the official final part of 18 Months. It’s been a journey.

After Michael proposes to you, the two of you sneak off to the oh-to familiar bed down the hall

Gallant sleeps on the couch with earplugs, blasting music he hasn’t gotten to listen to in almost two years, and catching up on all the things he ‘missed’

(Its all fake celebrity news and fashion trends at this point, the universe trying to fill in the blanks Michael left behind)

The wedding is planned for Halloween of next year- all three of you need time to get accustomed to life once again (and you discreetly wanna be able to invite some of the homies from Murder House, but to do so, you’ve gotta convince everyone to make amends)

Gallant takes over the salon in full, putting his name on the front of the building with encouragement from you

You’re the one to keep him sober and on track, wanting to prove Evie wrong in the after life

Michael rebuilds The Cooperative, but it’s different this time, because he knows better than to destroy the world

The Cooperative is now a sort of... hit-man agency for assholes in power (🙄🙄). Michael and you use The Cooperative to weed out everyone that could potentially cause the apocalypse, now that you know exactly what will happen if it does happen. You’re basically Angels of Merch but low key and won’t admit it (Gallant stays out of that bullshit)

You, Michael, and Gallant get into so many fucking fights about where you’ll live (but everyone agrees no on Hawthorne). You wanna live in Murder House so you can rekindle everyone and it’s a total aesthetic. Gallant wants to live in his Nana’s mansion because ‘it’s fucking huge Y/N!!! You’re being d u m b, pack your bags and let’s go’. Michael wants Mead’s small house but he also wants Robichaux’s bc it’s in New Orleans and means a lot to him (sentimental fuck).

You guys rock paper scissor for it (“Don’t use your guys’ magic or I’ll fucking cry”)

You choose rock, Gallant chooses scissors, and Michael chooses paper

It’s hell for the whole day

Until finally you manage to sit everyone down over dinner and explain to them why you think Murder House is the best option (“Y/N it’s called murder house you’re fucking trippin”)

Despite all the comments, side eyes, huffs, scoffs, and groans... you win. You all decide to finally leave The Ritz and move into Murder House- But the boys still keep the deeds to their respective homes, and you Robichaux.

Moving into MH is... a hassle to say the least. The second Michael steps foot through the door, Tate is there (Gallant fucking screams “WHY DOES HE HAVE MY FACE”)

Tate and Michael get in a yelling match that you’re trying to referee, until finally, you just kinda... scream. It scares Michael so bad bc he thinks you’re hurt, and he body checks Tate out of the way (Tate doesn’t think you’re half bad)

Things are tense and awkward the first few days (Gallant nearly refuses to pee bc “y/n they’re gonna watch” and you refuse to shower bc “Michael they’re gonna watch” and Michael has a headache)

But within a month, things are alright. You’ve befriended Rose and Tate right off the bat (respectively told Constance to “get fucked”) and caught Nora up to speed on today’s events. Everyone is #shook she likes you

Gallant hates Chad, never says why, but just know that he does. He prefers Violet and Vivian, and the occasional Ben (“I’m a slut for Harmon’s I guess” “guess I’m a slut for Langdons then. What’s Michael a slut for?” “You, red eyeshadow, and wearing his fuCKING SHOES IN THE HOUSE”)

Michael doesn’t let you get a job even tho you tried to physically fight him over it once. Instead, you become his partner with The Cooperative shenanigans and organize most of the hits

Everybody thinks you’re in a poly relationship with Gallant and Michael (none of you correct them except Michael sometimes bc he’s confused about what that is)

By the time October rolls around, you’re shaking 24/7 (“I didn’t think I was actually gonna get married” “you said yes did you mean no” “nO! I love you and I wanna get married I just...” “I’ll be right here, don’t worry” “I’d sure fucking hope so”)

Your wedding dress is red (Constance screams) with black rose decals (pretty similar to The Outpost dress, but not quite)

Michael’s suit is red, too, with a black tie (“you wear black suits everyday, switch it up for her” “what do you know Gallant” “fashion that’s what you fucking punk”)

Gallant wears white with a red tie (Constance screams)

Gallant is the best man, obviously, and Madelyn is the maid of honor (she survived the apocalypse... Hannah is nowhere to be seen)

Jeff and Mutt beg on their knees to stand at the alter, so Michael lets them. You let Tate, Rose, and Ben stand on at the alter (read: forced)

The wedding is held at Gallant’s mansion, because it’s the biggest house to your guys’ name with the largest backyard

Somehow

Someway

You and Michael had grown a name-to-fame in the year leading up to the wedding

The place is packed and there’s celebrities (Gallant knows half of them, and you wanna faint bc “oh my god is that Harry styles?????? Michael is that Harry styles?????” “U gonna leave me for him?” “I fucking might” “then no, it’s not”)

The wedding goes smooth as fuck (shockingly). The Satanic Church members are in attendance (with an oath not to call Michael Satan and keep that shit under wraps), certain Murder House tenants (“I don’t wanna carpool”), and of course, Gallant’s celebrity bitches

Gallant does yours AND Michael’s hair, and it’s truly spectacular

You and Michael make your own vows, and don’t have a priest (confuses ppl but they don’t care bc the food is g r e a t and the aesthetic is perfect for pictures)

Gallant cries his eyes out. Madelyn looks proud as fuck. Jeff and Mutt look smug (especially Jeff. If he talks to anyone that night it’s “I’m the reason they’re married. Don’t forget that”)

Even though you’re now legally (Y/N) Langdon, and no longer have Foxx anywhere near your name, Michael still calls you that on the daily

You get a tattoo of a fox on your shoulder for his birthday, with ‘don’t tell me what to do’ scrawled on the bottom

Gallant goes with you to get it down, and he and Tate are the only ones who know about it, because nobody else in the house can keep a secret AND Tate helped draw the fox (it’s a typical red fox, but on a red and black backdrop that kinda looks like a moon [“Jesus get a new color scheme y/n” “suck my ass Tate you look like that bitch from blues clues”] but the fox has one (e/c) eye and one blue, and tiny horns poking out of his head)

For Michael’s birthday, you go to Ms. Mead’s home so you can be alone

Michael is sat patiently on the bed, tapping his bare thigh while watching you strip down

“I have a present”

“You are my present some c’m here”

“No, look”

You turn around slowly, exposing your shoulder. It’s in the spot Michael always rests his head when he holds onto your hips

Michael is off the bed in a second, rushing over to you. He traces the design carefully, like he’s afraid it’ll smudge even tho it’s weeks old (grumpasaurus-Rex sometimes during those weeks when you wouldn’t take your shirt off)

Michael is speechless, and you can feel your blush running from your cheeks to your neck

“It’s fucking beautiful”

“You think so?”

Michael doesn’t respond. He just kisses the tattoo before grabbing onto you and tossing you to the bed

And that, is the end of Langfox’s journey (with Gallant ofc). I tried to tie up as many things as possible, but my askbox is always open for questions, concerns, thoughts, or just love💕🖤❤️ Also, this was written on my phone, so I’m sorry if it looks weird.

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