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[hannieehaee]

Thinking about doting woozi awakened something in me hnnng something about a tsundere man being soft is so fucking cute like you just KNOW he'd be so awkward abt it at first but as soon as he knows that you like it and even WANT IT from him he'd be the softest man on earth

content: bf!woozi, established relationship, pure fluff, woozi is starving for affection and doesnt know how to react to it!!

wc: 610

a/n: i know this wasnt a request but i had to turn it into a little drabble bc im so obsessed with him and wanna take care of him so badly i just need to manifest that need into writing</3

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the first time you took care of jihoon was subtle. it barely went noticed by him at first, but when he realized, he couldn't help but recoil to himself. it was odd, really, to have someone care for you in subtle ways. it wasn't expected.

in reality, it had been quite simple. walking into his home studio, he almost missed it due to his organizational habits, but upon closer inspection it was obvious. you had cleaned up.

not only had you done the usual superficial upkeep that he was accustomed to doing, but you'd dusted! you'd moved every figurine, every bit of equipment, every movable object, basically, and dusted it before placing it right back where it belonged. the air smelled clean too, courtesy of your good taste in cleaning products.

the cleanliness gave him a newfound energy, especially due to knowing it had been your act.

next time he saw you, he was a bit embarrassed to thank you, but still managed a hug and a suspicious 'love you' murmured against your lips without any further explanation.

~

cleaning his home studio became a more common occurrence after a while. jihoon had at some point formally expressed his gratitude for it, but also added the lack of need for it. he felt badly having you clean for him, so he shyly stumbled his way into telling you that it was okay! he wouldn't want you to tire yourself with such a task!

this was met with a squeeze at his hip and a giggle as you let him know that you didn't mind. he was rarely at home while you worked from home, so cleaning just became a natural part of your day.

he accepted this with warmth in his stomach. it was nice that it didn't feel like a responsibility to you. you just did it because you wanted to help him. he liked being helped.

this came along with various other acts of service you'd do without question. acts which continued to make jihoon's heart flurry with a mixture of gratitude and bashfulness.

the list was quite long, once he took a minute to really think about it.

you'd drop in with lunch for him and his bandmates every so often (which was quite a feat considering the number of friends he had), you'd brush his hair any time he let it grow a little more (claiming you just had that magic touch — which, granted, you did), suddenly he'd have socks on his feet when he woke up on a cold night, would find a brand newly knitted scarf on his way out the door in the morning, his kitchen would be stocked with his favorite coffee mix. there were too many tiny details to count.

jihoon always tried to return the favor, but would always feel like he lacked. no one in this world could compare to how doting you were, he'd decided.

worst of all was the viscerally embarrassing way in which he'd react at your acts of service.

he'd always known himself to be bad at receiving love, but he had thought that being with you would teach him a thing to do. the reality was, though, that the stuttering and the blush on his cheeks would just become a staple every time you so much as removed an eyelash from his cheek.

he sometimes wondered to himself, did you realize? how affection-starved he was? how much he truly appreciated your affections despite being the worst at verbalizing this gratefulness?

but the answer was found in the kiss pressed to his cheek any time he'd stutter his way through a 'thank you, i love you.'

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #242

I got to bed relatively on time last night. I still woke up groggy as heck, because that is the nature of sleep deprivation injuries; it'll be at least a week or two before my brain fully recovers; such is the nature of the brain cleaning cycle. Oh well.

Nonetheless, I had a lot of fun at work today! There was, along with Mi, Ma, and I, another lady named Tr, and the whole day was filled with laughter and delightful banter as we did our various tasks; it was wonderful!

I'm always amazed at how quickly the time passes while I'm there. I'm always busy, always moving from one task to the next, always moving around, so the four hours pass by in a flash, and I'm always just a little sad when it's time to go home.

They asked me to make muffins again today, and with the practice I got from my first time doing it, I was a lot better at it this time! I even found a more efficient way of filling and leveling off the muffin scoop, and so I was able to fill the muffin tin a lot more quickly than last time, and with far more consistency! The muffin batter was then baked. Here they are in the giant walk-in oven; it's not a great picture, I know, but I couldn't really do anything about the glare...

...And here are the results of my handiwork:

...Aren't they beautiful? Someone's gonna go home with a box of these, and that makes me really happy!

I also put muffins that were previously baked into boxes. Each of these shelves have 6 boxes that contain 4 muffins each. And I filled even more shelves than these today:

...We have them in so many different flavors! We've got pistachio, chocolate, pumpkin, banana-nut, apple cinnamon, corn, and so many more. The ones I baked were cranberry muffins. They're not my favorite, but they're someone's favorite, and that makes me feel really glad.

I like this job. I like the repetitive certainty of the routine tasks. I like the diligence and precision of a job well done. I like knowing that my manager is delighted to watch me learn, and is proud of the efficiency and conscientiousness with which I work. I like knowing that I will only continue to improve. I like knowing that I am working with others towards a shared purpose. I like knowing that I am capable of improving the processes that are used in service to that purpose. And I like knowing that someone is gonna go home with a box of delicious things that were wrought from my own hands.

J requested that I get sandwich supplies on the way home, so I did. I got deli sliced chicken, roast beef, genoa salami, and cheese, along with a loaf of seeded rye bread. With these, I made a sandwich!!! And I put truffle mayo on it, because why not!

Either it was a sandwich of epic awesomeness, or I was just hungry. Either way, it was awesome and I loved it!! I wish I could make one for you!

Hey, Sephiroth? What kind of sandwiches do you like, anyway? What kind of toppings and dressings do you like to put on them? I wonder...

In any case, we went to a birthday party shortly after that. Our friend Mer's birthday was today, and so she decided to gather up a bunch of her friends to eat tasty snacks and play board games! It's nice to know that J and I are on the list of people she considers friends! We played a card game called Boss Monster; basically you're the monster ruler of your very own dungeon that you build out of cards that represent rooms! I ended up getting an entity called, uh... Seducia... I guess. Hahahaha!

But I didn't really have much interest in killing adventurers or winning the game. I just built a party dungeon. I had a ballroom, and a menagerie of rescued critters, and a room that makes people silly, a room with an all-seeing eye, and a room with a lich dragon who is basically an interior designer! I had a cleric come by to try to kill me, because presumably, he thought my entity was too sexy to live (typical...), but he didn't succeed.

I like to think that instead of dying in my "dungeon", he simply changed his mind and decided that trying to kill me is silly, so instead he went to the ballroom and got a sandwich! Sandwiches are sensible. Violence is not. And then I like to think that he decided my dungeon is so awesome that he didn't wanna go home. Because the outside world is a cold and terrible place devoid of sandwiches!!! Or at least, devoid of sandwiches that are as good as the ones I can make!!! Ahahahaha~!!

The whole game was very silly, but fun. I was super sleepy at the end of it, though, so I sat in a recliner for the rest of the evening. I ended up falling asleep in it, even though I didn't mean to. I'm still pretty groggy, even after a number of hours of being home. Suppose I should at least try to go to bed relatively on time...

...In the spirit of that, I guess I'll end today's letter here.

Hey, Sephiroth? Are you staying safe where you are? If you're not, please try a little harder, okay? I don't want to have to endure your absence. I'm not sure I'd be capable of withstanding such a thing.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[blackhistorystoryteller]

This is a message to my black brothers and sisters

Black history goes beyond slavery

You need to learn our cultures and traditions

Two major types of marriage exist in Nigeria: monogamy, a marriage of one man to one woman, and polygyny, a marriage of one man to two or more wives. In most cultural groups in Nigeria, traditional marriage is usually an arrangement between two families as opposed to an arrangement between two individuals. Accordingly, there is pressure on the bride and bridegroom to make the marriage work as any problem will usually affect both families and strain the otherwise cordial relationship between them. In most Nigerian cultures, the man usually pays the dowry or bride-price and is thus considered the head of the family. Adultery is acceptable for men, but forbidden for women. Marriage ceremonies vary among Nigerian cultures.

1 the ekpeye marriage

Bride price is paid in cash on every girl child before marriage is assumed to have taken place. This money is paid in stages and cannot be paid at once in one visit for several reasons. The first stage begins with the man and woman who after getting the approval of both parents, meet at the man’s best friend’s house for an initial introduction, which is called “Back Drink”. The bride will thereafter take the drink to her parents as a formal announcement of marriage.

The second stage is the “Front Drink” which is a bigger ceremony. In the past, this ceremony takes a whole day, but now modified to accommodate other issues in the marriage process. These issues include “Front Drink, Lineage Drink, Extended family Drink, Parents Bride Price, First Son’s bride price and the family bride price. These payments are done in segments. Although today, the issues listed are gradually being considered. There are other issues on the marriage such as cleaning of table, late coming, fixing of marriage date, service charge, etc. Some other amounts of money are paid in bits and segments, including drinks, snuffs, cigarette, etc before the final payment of “Head Money”, Ejie (2012). The head money is the most recognized and can be refunded in the case of divorce.

BRIDE EXCURSION

Payment of bride price ends with the family bride price. The groom’s wish determines the next line of action. If he wants a fanfare excursion, then another process begins. If he does not want any fanfare excursion, the bride is then allowed to formally depart and live with the husband.

Bride excursion is usually avoided in Ekpeye because of its high cost. The groom at this stage is required to settle for many other things for his wife to be escorted with gift items. However, there are compulsory gift items and non- compulsory items.

At the groom’s family house, a big ceremony is organized for the reception of the new bride and her entourage. These include young adult women, spinsters, and boys. After a day of this visit, they will all return back home, while at least seven spinsters will stay with the bride for another one week, helping her in customary domestic affairs.

. FAMILY INITIATION

This whole process of marriage makes you a man after initiation. Usually, you shall not be accepted for initiation if you have not paid the completed bride price.

Family initiation is a formal introduction of your wife to everybody in the lineage. Food and drinks are made available to groups in the lineage. These are men group, women group, youth group, boys, and girls and the children. Until every group has said they are satisfied, the ceremony cannot be over. A sign of acceptance is done by singing made in groups, especially the children group who shall raise a praise song in your name, Edema (2013).

When also these have been said and done, the couple shall be seated before the most elderly man and woman shall be seated for marriage blessings. This marriage blessing can be done traditionally or by prayers. Shortly after this special blessing, young men shall lift the man, while the woman shall be carried by women to their room. Both of them shall be locked-up in their bedroom where they shall remain until day-break. Their special assistants shall see to the end of the programme

2 Idoma marriage. The Idoma people live in central Nigeria, in the Benue State. The myth of their origin states that they are descended from the Zulu tribe of South Africa. They are mainly warriors. Some of their subgroups are the Adors, Otupas, Ogbanibos, Apas, Ofokanus and Owukpas. Marriage in Idoma land is considered a lifelong state, although divorce is possible on the grounds of A Nigerian bride and groom at their wedding ceremony.In most cultural groups in Nigeria, traditional marriage is an arrangement between two families rather than an arrangement between two individuals. KERSTIN GEIER/CORBIS adultery or other concrete reasons. When an Idoma man is at least twenty-five years old and has the financial and physical capacity to maintain a wife and children, he searches for and finds a woman of his choice, who is at least eighteen years old. He reports his findings to his family, which then chooses a go-between, a person who is familiar with the girl's family. The go-between investigates the family of the prospective bride to ascertain that the family has no history of mental disease, epilepsy, or similar problems. If the result of this investigation is positive, the prospective groom's family visits the woman's family with gifts of kola nut and hot drinks. After the first visit, another visit is scheduled for the woman to meet her future husband, after which a final visit is scheduled for the future groom and his family to pay the bride-price and offer other gifts. If the woman refuses to marry the man after these gifts have been provided, the groom's family keeps them

On the wedding day, in addition to the bride-price, the groom must pay a dowry first to the bride's mother and then another dowry to the father; this involves a significant amount of bargaining. Also every member of the bride's mother's family must be given money, with the groom's family determining the amount. The bride's age group and her more distant relatives also are given money, with the amount varying with level of the bride's education and productivity. Then the groom's family gives the bride a rooster and some money. If she accepts these gifts and gives them to her mother, she indicates her acceptance of the groom, but if she refuses, she signifies her refusal. If she accepts him, she is showered with gifts and money, and the two families eat and drink together. Before the bride is finally handed over to her husband, however, her age group will pose as a mock barrier to those who want to take her and extort money from the anxious groom's family. The bride's mother buys her cooking utensils and food because she is not expected to go to the market for the first five market days after her marriage. At the end of the eating and drinking, the wife is finally handed over to her husband's family.

Ideally the bride should be a virgin at marriage, which brings pride and joy to her family. If she is found not to be a virgin, she is taken to the husband's family' ancestral shrine for cleansing. After this the Ije is put on her to invoke fertility on her. This marks the beginning of married life among the Idoma tribe.

3 Marriage in Okrika land. Okrika is located in the eastern part of the Niger Delta of Nigeria, in the Rivers State. The Okrika clan is made up of nine major towns and more than fifteen villages.The fifteen villages are known as Iwoama (new towns). Okrika is the largest town with the largest population and is the administrative and traditional headquarters of the clan. In the Wakirike area, there are two main types of marriages—the Ya or Iyaye and the Igwa.

The Ya marriage ceremony involves certain customary functions that precede the consummation of the marriage. Here the bride and groom must come from the same tribe. When the husband is ready, members of the family assemble for the essential marriage rites, including the tying of the knot. The man is required to produce three to five pieces of kano cloth or Ikpo, one piece of real India cloth, or injiri, four yards of raffia palm cloth sewn together (okuru), and another separate yard of the same material. If the husband is wealthy, he adds additional kinds of cloth. He also provides three or four large pots of palm wine and twenty-two or twenty-four manila. These offerings are placed in the shrine of the family ancestors, and an elderly person in the family takes up the single yard of raffia cloth and ties the knot. The husband and wife stand before the shrine, side by side. The elder then ties the raffia cloth round the waist of the wife seven times, each time uttering some words that invoke blessings on the couple. Palm wine is poured into a drinking cup, and the bride and groom drink from it simultaneously. The knot has thus been tied, and divorce becomes virtually impossible. The single yard of raffia cloth is the essential thing to make the marriage binding. In case of unavoidable divorce as aresult of adultery on the woman's part, the parents of the wife are bound to return double the cumulative expenses of the husband.

The second system, Igwa, means mixed; the woman and the man may marry even though they are from different families. A woman married under the Ya system can be married under Igwa if the Ya husband is not living with her as husband and wife under the same roof. All offspring of this second marriage belong not to the biological father but to the Ya husband, who by custom is regarded as their legal father. If the woman has not been previously married to any man under the Ya system, children from the Igwa marriage belong either to the lawful husband of the wife's mother or to her brothers. However, the once unchangeable custom of the possession of children born under the Igwa system of marriage is relaxing under the pressure of modern times. Many adult men and young people engage in Igwa marriage if their previous marriage produced no children

4 Marriage among the Ibos. The Ibos are a very class-conscious group. They have a caste system and encourage endogamy. In the Ibo society, the castes include the Nwadiani, who are the upper caste of freeborn and land owners, and the Osu, who are the lower caste and descendants of former slaves. In the past, the Osu were used in human sacrifices. (Though the Osus are no longer slaves, yet they are still discriminated against by the free-born, who will usually oppose any of their children marrying an Osu.)

Within the Nwadiani are three groups:

The freeborn, who are able to trace their lineage to the founder of a segment of the community.

The Omoru, whose ancestors came from elsewhere to settle and become attached to the founder of the community. Their descendants are accepted as full members of the village or town because of their freeborn status in their place of origin.

The descendants of the autonomous groups who lived in the area before the founders of the state arrived and incorporated them into the structure of the community, which they established.

Intermarriage among Nwadiani has united these three categories in a closely knit kinship system. All the lineages in the village were believed to have descended from one ancestor or the other. Kinship links were sometimes invoked to create special relationships with neighboring village groups or village. Owing to their close kinship ties, men had to find their wives outside the village. One kind of link is between villages and village groups. Villages in a group, as well as neighboring villages, were linked by bonds forged by marriage alliances.

Endogamous marriage seemed to have served to perpetuate the Osu status, which is inferior. At Oguta, Osomari, Onitsha, and Abo, Osu could only marry an Osu because of their outcast status. They are thus despised by the freeborn. This discrimination was carried further at Osamari where the Osu class had their exclusive residential quarters (ebo) in each division. This also gave the servile quarters a sense of corporate solidarity in opposition to the "Freeborn" quarters. Through the intermarriage between members of different Ogbe, Ebo and the Osu of a community they have developed a web of kinship similar to that, which characterizes the Nwadiani. However, permitted intermarriage between Osu and Nwadianins and children born of such mixed marriages are allowed to have the status of Nwadiani. (Note that though this caste system is historical, the descendants of these castes have inherited their ancestors' classes and are therefore stratified along that line even today.)

Marriage ceremonies in traditional Ibo society are elaborate affairs celebrated with much fanfare and merriment. The couple must have had some period of courtship during which the prospective groom informs his parents of his intention to take a woman of a certain village as wife. The parent of his intended wife must be known to his parents, and the courtship requires the prospective bride to pay at least one courtesy call on her potential inlaws to enable them to get to know her. After getting acquainted with the woman, the parents of the bridegroom will give their approval if they are satisfied that their prospective daughter-in-law has an unblemished reputation. Such courtships usually become public knowledge. The day of the marriage must be mutually agreed upon by both families (Omokhodion 1998).

[waeziverse]

Royal Punch: Atsidas and Connie

The Pie House had been the most successful eating establishment in Onyxville for the last sixty years. Besides the many pies and quick service, the place had been revolutionary back when they became the first restaurant in the dock town with a toilet. Such a thing was considered a matter of course in modern Nesredna society and no one thought of the brilliance of the dwarves who had made the removal of feces so simple. The miracle called toilet was truly unappreciated.

Atsidas the Orc did not appreciate the toilet as he was cleaning it. How much importance they had did not occur to him as he was pretty simple minded. The list of things he did not consider was rather long, which was part of the reason to why he would soon be in a lot of trouble.

One of the many things he did not consider, just to name an example, was how dangerous the neighborhood he both lived and worked in were. But that was most likely because Atsidas was a big fella. Taller than most adults he met. He was not used to creatures trying to pick fights with him.

So he was met by a surprised when his shift had ended and left the restaurant through the back door. Someone who as not impressed or intimated by his size ambushed him by hurling cold water in the face with so much force that it felt like as if he had been punch in the kisser.

“You bastard! You green piece of shit!”

On the backstreet behind the Pie house where trash had been thrown, a creature with light-brown skin, round ears and dark hair glared angrily at Atsidas. She was dressed in a blouse made of cheap silk with (poorly) hand-sewed patterns. She was also wearing an apron that had white powder on it, presumably flour.

Her beautiful black hair had been gathered in a braid.

“Ouch...” Atsidas’ cheek had turned red from the impact of the water that now had returned to the human who had cast the spell. The human held her hand over her head and the water levitated over her open palm. “Hey, hey, easy.”  Atsidas said as he held up his hands to show he did not want any trouble. “What is this-”

“SHUT UP!” The human grind her teeth as she with a wave of her hand sent the floating orb of water flying as if it were a ball. It landed on Atsidas‘ stomach, making him trip backward. “Do you have ANY idea what you have done to me, asshole?!”

Atsidas shrugged. “No?” His reply seemed to make the human even more pissed as she clenched her fist, making the orb of water freeze and getting small spikes. Atsidas gulped. It looked unpleasant. “Wait, just tell me what I-”

“What’s going on out here?!” Rosalio, the satyr with black wool who cleaned the toilets with Atsidas, had heard the commotion and had just opened the backdoor and was about to enter the backstreet. The human turned red as a tomato and the ball of ice turned liquid once more. She threw it at the face of the satyr. “AARGH, MY EYES! WHAT THE HELL?!” Rosalio nudged his eyes as the human ran away. Atsidas still sat on his behind, confused. He only now realized that he sat on puke.

“Hey, you okay?” Rosalio offered Atsidas a hand that the young orc accepted. “What was that about? Did you piss off that human?”

“I guess...” Atisdas shrugged as he dusted off his clothes and used the back of his sleeve to dry himself of water. It did not smell pleasant.

Rosalio rolled his eyes. “Nasty creatures. Still don’t get why the orcs didn’t get rid of the kids as well. Did you get a good look at her? We could tell the city guard on her ass.”

“... Nice earring.” Atsidas noticed the feather-formed pieces of silver hanging from Rosalio’s long sheep-ears. “Are those new?”

Rosalio’s nostrils grew wider as he got annoyed. “Don’t change the subject, this is serious! Did you get a good look at her?!”

“Nooo...” Atsidas blinked three times as he lied. Rosalio luckily did not notice as his eyes were still sore. “No, it... happened so fast. Humans, ah, look all the same, am I right?”

“Come on, there live, like, five or six humans in this town. Skin color? Nose size? You must have noticed something about her.”

“Nope.” Atsidas blinked rapidly once more. “No, I’m not sure I could recognize her if I met her again.”

***

Kahaani the Human, called Connie by friends, took the dough and slammed it against the wooden table, getting flour on herself. She knead the dough as she blew a lock of hair away from her face. She kept pounding the dough over and over again, taking her frustrations out on this bread-to-be. As she finished kneading the bread six times too many, she placed it inside a pot and then sprinkled flour on top of the dough before putting the lid on the pot. As she did so, the water inside a bowl turned around by itself mixing the water with oil, salt and yeast. Connie then added flour to the mix that eventually became dough that she also punished.

After doing so for an hour or so, she felt exhausted and sick to her stomach. She was about to leave the kitchen as she was created by Agnes, the owner of the bakery and the centaur who had agreed to be her foster parent when Connie’s parents had been banished from the kingdom after the orcs took over. Like the rest of the human adults.

“You look pale.” Agnes was leaning her upper body through the window that connected the kitchen and shop. “What’s the matter, luv?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it...” Connie went to the stairs that led to her bedroom. She knew she could be in peace from Agnes there since centaurs and stairs did not get along.

Orcs however did stairs just fine. That and ladders.

“What th-” Connie was about to yell, but stopped herself as she did not want Agnes to be worried. So she took in a deep breath, walked into her room, closed the door and then glared at the orc who was about the same age as her. “What the hells are you doing here?!”

“I just wanna talk.” Atsidas casually closed the window he had used to enter the room. “Is something wrong? Did I do something... bad? If I did, then I’m super sorry!”

“Do something ba-” Connie stopped herself yet again from working herself up and took in a deep breath as she took off her apron and sat on her bed. She held up a hand as Atsida was about to sit next to her. She then sighed. “I’m... I went to the local healer and... Look, I’m pregnant, okay?!”

Atsidas’ jaw would have hit the wooden floor had it been long enough.

Connie looked at Atsidas as she was expecting something from him, then she looked away and scratched her nose.

Atsidas looked at the human girl and tried to say something, but his mouth was dry and his throat felt like was filled with nuts. But then he forced himself to speak despite his voice being meek. “So... so, what do we do now?”

Connie groaned. “We? WE are not doing anything. I’m gonna work extra hours at the bakery to save up money. And I’m gonna change my diet to gain weight so no one will think it’s weird my stomach is getting bigger. And I will hopefully somehow save up enough to leave town and figure out what to do about this mutant baby.”

“Connie, I’m not an asshole. I will save up, too. Help and... stuff.”

Connie made a bitter laugh as she shook her head. “Sid, you barely make enough as a cleaner to pay rent. Hells, you don’t. You have to share a shitty apartment with an overgrown turkey.”

“Actually, I think Don is a pheasant harpy... sorry, not important. Look, I did this to you, I-”

“Stop, Sid, just... just stop.” Connie nudged her eyes as she stood up from her bed. “You are sweet, but... Just stay away from me from now on.”

Atsidas blinked. “But-”

“We both agree that everyone and their aunt hate hybrids, right? So lets keep our distance so no one thinks the eventually visibly pregnant human and orc are somehow connected. Besides, you and me... this was a bad idea to begin with, right? It’s stupid how lucky we been so far, not getting outed. You don’t owe me anything. This was never gonna go anywhere.”

Atsidas looked like a lost puppy. A big green one. Connie tried to smile but instead just made a weird grimace. She then placed a hand on the cheek she had hit earlier. Atsidas placed his hand over hers. It felt as if time went too fast and too slow simultaneously.

Unsure what to do, Connie pulled her hand free and patted Atsidas on the shoulder. “It was... nice while it lasted.”

“Yeah. It was... I will go, I guess. See ya lat... ah, right, no.” The young orc opened the window and turned one last time to look at the prettiest creature he had even laid eyes on. “... bye.”

After Atsidas had climbed down the ladder and hidden it in the bush like he had done many times before, Connie closed the window, went to bed, buried her face into the pillow and wept.

***

Atsidas’ home was a three-room flat above a shop that sold cheese. The young orc had lived there for two years since his parents had agreed that it was time for him to learn what Nesredna society was like and work on his personality like his three older siblings.

Atsidas wondered why he couldn’t work on his personality while working at the family company. Then again, having his big sisters and brother as supervisors might not have been that great.

Atsidas opened the door and heard the snore of Don, the co-owner of his humble home. He took off his work suit and picked his casual brown shirt and pants that hung from a nail hammered into the wall next to the door. He took a look in the bedroom and found the red-faced bird guy sleeping like a rock and having accidentally kicked his blanket off. He was wearing nothing but his trousers, making almost all of his brown and green feathers visible. After opening a window to get some fresh air inside the flat, Atsidas went to the humble kitchen where there were some bean stew left, easy to heat up. Don had written a note for him again despite Atsidas and all other orcs not being able to read.

Atsidas decided to eat the stew cold since the heat crystal was not working and filled a wooden bowl with food and decided to reuse the spoon used to cook it. He went to his bed and sat on it as he ate and took a quick glance at the harpy dude on the bed next to his. He considered if Don could help him, but decided not to since he did not want to be called a pervert and then having to find a new home.

As he chewed on the stew that tasted fine cold, Atsidas decided that the best thing to do was demanding a raise. He was a hard worker, he deserved one.

***

After being laughed out of Mr. Yarrow’s office, Atsidas sighed and went to join Rosalio in cleaning tables before the Pie House would open for customers.

“What’s the matter with you?” The black-haired satyr was about to dry the washed chairs with a rag.

“... I asked the boss for a raise.” Atsidas took a rag from the bucket of water next to Rosalio.

“HA!” The young sheep-man tried his best not to make a stupid smirk as he covered his mouth. “Sorry, sorry...”

Atsidas just shrugged and whipped the tables in the restaurant.

“Seriously, I’m sorry.” Rosalio took a dry rag. “What’s the matter, money trouble?”

Atsidas hesitated. He liked Rosalio, but he didn’t know him that well. “It’s... private.”

“Fair, fair. None of my beeswax.” Rosalio took a glance at Atsida’ built. He came to the conclusion that the tusked green-skinned guy could do well in the Undersea Temptress. “But, ah... I know...” The satyr’s eyes flacked left and right to see if they actually were alone. Then he stepped closer to the orc and lowered his voice. “... I know a place where you could make some quick cash.”

Atsidas stopped moping and blinked. He looked at Rosalio. “What? Where?”

“See, you can’t tell anyone, I’m not really suppose to tell anyone, I risk getting my cute wooly tailed kicked for this, and if you go there, don’t mention that I told you, but... You know the Undersea Temptress?”

“The tavern at the other end of town?”

“Yeah. You know what coronet style is?”

***

Idun the Half-Elf was the owner and bartender of the tavern named the Undersea Temptress, a shady little establishment near the docks. Shad her long red hair cover most of the left side of her head so you couldn’t see the nasty scar that was where a pointy ear had once been. She cleaned a mug with a rag as she stood behind the bar counter. She studied the young orc with the one eye she had left. “Well... You are a tall shit. But you ever been up fighting?”

Atsidas scratched the back of his head. “I got sent to wrestling lessons by my parents when I was ten. For like... a year or so?”

Idun narrowed her eye. “Aha...”

“AND, I have three older siblings, so there’s that.”

“Ouch.” Idun ginned. “So you know how to take a punch and throw one as well, eh? Good enough. You got two coronets?”

Atsidas took two coins out of his pocket. “Yeah. Why?”

“Because I sure as hell ain’t trust you enough to give you two of mine.” Idun leaned over the counter to see if she could spot the satyr who practically lived in the Mermaid after he had been told his boxing career would go nowhere. “Yo, Hector! Want to introduce a newcomer to two-crown fighting?!”

The satyr Hector finished his beer and burped. He had a pair of impressive swirled horns and was dressed in a shirt without sleeves to show off his arms. He was one of those satyrs who did not wear pants, something that was considered rude by most. The creatures in the tavern stood up and shoved chairs and tables towards the walls as they knew a fight was about to start. One of the tavern workers, a goblin, took a piece of chalk and drew a white line on the floor and disappeared in a small cloud of smoke and reappeared sitting on the counter. Next to the goblin was now a big jar that Idun had placed on the counter to collect the coronet coins the creatures would bet on the brawl.

Idun had a piece of paper ready to note bets. “Awright, you pieces of puke! We got usself a brawl! Hector versus the newcomer orc Albert! First bugger to drop a coin lose! Place your bets, ladies and gents!”

“My name is Atsidas, but some call me-”

“Don’t give a shit, kid.” Idun pushed Atsidas so he would go toward the chalk line on the floor. “Win and I might. Now, hold a coin in each hand and make fists. Rest should be obvious.”

Atsidas answer was a shrug as he then stood in front of Hector with his fists raised in order to awkwardly guard his face. He waited for a start signal of some sort, but instead got a fist on the left side of his head.

***

Agnes the Centaur stood by the table in her kitchen and waited for Connie to join her for breakfast. The warm bread was about to get cold as her human foster child finally came and took a seat and made a sandwich with cheese. “Sorry, I had to pee.”

“By the  Unknown Architects, is your bladder leaking, girl?” The elderly horse-lady looked concerned at the very hungry human who devoured her bread and cheese as if her life depended on it. “As a matter of fact, you seem to have been sick in general for a month or so. You spend too much time in the outhouse, you get tired, you are queasy... Maybe you should go see a healer-”

“Trust me, I have.” Connie did her best to not snap at Agnes, easier said than done as her chest felt sore. “It’s some sort of influenza, the healer says I should just walk it off.”

Agnes tilted her head. “I don’t think that’s how influenza works, sweety-”

“Well, the healer says it does. I forgot my apron upstairs.” After making her bad excuse to leave, Connie went upstairs, making it impossible for the horse-woman to physically reach her.

Sitting on her bed, Connie took in a deep breath and then moaned as her body felt uncomfortable in general. She massaged her temples and then finally realized that her window was open. Connie thought this was weird as she was sure she had shut it before going downstairs, but she found it likely that she had just forgotten to do so given her current state of discomfort.

But then she noticed a small bag on the floor. She picked it up and opened it. It was filled with coronets. There was no note attached to it since orcs did not read or write.

Connie rolled her eyes. “Gods dammit, Sid!”

***

Hector the Satyr sat at a table at the back of the Mermaid tavern and glared at the creatures who made a circle around the orc who had become the patron’s favorite fighter since he had beat up Hector two weeks ago.

The creatures who spectated the fight, most of them having had one drink too many, yelled at Atsidas to get his head into the fight as the humanoid salamander-man Bartholomew the Grindylow was mercilessly pummeling the young orc.

Atsidas did not know much about grindylows. He didn’t know that the reason to why they were so strong were that these salamander-men where born to be able to live and move under sea. He did not know that sea creatures were not allowed to participate in any sport held on land. He didn’t know that the reason to why Bartholomew’s punches had so much weight behind them was because he could use his tail as an extra leg. But what Atsidas did know as he guarded his face was that sea creatures did not handle sweating very well.

As Bartholomew was panting due to not being used to fighting anyone playing defensive against him, Atsidas planted a fist on his flat nose. Bartholomew tried to use his tail to make the orc trip, but Atsidas had learned most of the cheap tricks used in the Mermaid by now and stepped on the tip of said tail as he made his fist connect with the grindylow’s liver area. This resulted in the sea-monster tripping and losing his grip around one of the two coins he held in each hand, meaning he had lost the match.

The patrons of the bar clapped at their champ as Atsidas made a sigh of relief and simply dropped the coins that he had held so firm that marks were left on the palms of his hands.

“Bloody hell, kid.” Idun grinned as she poured the young orc a drink as he sat on a stool next to the bar counter to catch his breath. “Have on on the house! I knew the moment you stepped inside my joint that you were a tough green bugger, I just knew it-”

“Yeah, sure.” Atsidas took the cup and swallowed the burning liquid. Idun offered him a rug which he took and dried his sweaty face with. “Cash, please.”

Idun placed a small leather bag filled with coronets on the counter. “Speaking of money, some rich broad said she wanted a word with you. She sits at the other end of the room.”

Atsidas stopped counting the coins in the bag. “About what?”

The eye-patched elf grinned. “Perhaps she needs you as her gardener since you have such delicate and gentle hands?”

“Fuuuunny.” Atsidas walked across the room, being clapped on the shoulder and congratulated by a few, though most of the creatures had turned their attention to a short plump harpy singing while a spindly elf played on a fiddle.

Atsidas looked for the so-called rich broad, then spotted on he was sure fit the title as she was female as well as had an awful lot of jewelry on her. She was dressed in a black fur coat

Atsidas hesitated joining her at her table as he noticed the snakes for hair. The gorgon smiled as she noticed Atsidas and pointed toward an empty chair. Atsidas decided despite his better judgement to take a seat at the gorgon's table. “Ah... hey... ma'am.”

“Please, Veronica.” She poured herself a glass of red whine. “I saw your fight, you got some moves. They tell me you the balls of a lion, kid.”

Atsidas scratched the back of his head as he evaded eye contact. “I, ah, I never met a lion, so I wouldn’t know.”

“HA!” The snake-woman grinned as she sniffed in the scent of her wine. “So, you have a stage name?”

“Atsidas.”

“Naw, kid. Not a name. A stage name. What do folks around here call you?”

“Well...” Atsidas shrugged. “Sometimes, when someone is pissed at me, they call me stuff like that tall green shit.”

“Heh, doesn’t exactly command respect, knowwhatimsayin?“ Veronica took a sip of the blood-colored liquor. “See, I been out of town since before you could wipe your own green ass, and I used to run a pretty good fight club. But to get back in business, I need some brawlers.”

Atsidas looked up from the table and forced himself to look Veronica in the eyes covered by a pair of black glasses. “You offering me a job?”

Veronica finished her glass of whine as each snake-head of her hair wiggled their tongues at him. “Sure. And I pay better than one-eye over there.” Veronica nodded toward Idun who was dragging drunk satyr to the door and then planted her right foot on said satyr’s tailed behind. “But you need a stage name, something that got presence, ya dig?”

Atsidas tilted his head. “Presents? Like gifts?”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Eh, fuhgeddaboudit. Hmm...” She scratched the chin of one of her snakes. “Let’s see... tall green shit... Green... Hehe, got it.” She patted Atsidas on the shoulder, startling the young orc. “How about we call you... Green Plague?”

***

Connie decided that after finding a bag with 2000 coronets at her window ledge that enough was enough and went to the less fancy part of town to find Atsidas and tell him to knock it off. Whatever he was doing to get that sort of money was not something she was interested in even being involved with, not even directly.

She had been pregnant for two months without anyone noticing. That is, Connie very much noticed as she felt bloated and her breasts felt weird. She was pissed for understandable reasons, but her mood swings made what was bad worse.

She had first gone to the Pie House to try catch him there, but going to the store manager after claiming she needed to make an complaint about some orc who worked there, she had been told that the only orc employee that had worked for them had quit his job some weeks ago.

So she instead went to his home. Unwise since she had tried since they met to not be seen with Atsidas in public, but she was annoyed, felt sick and was somehow hungry at the same time, so her sense of reason was a bit pressed at the time. She knocked on the door to Adsidas’ apartment. The door was opened by Don, Adsidas’ roommate and a pheasant-type harpy. He held a bucket of water that smelled like soap.

The bird looked at the brown-skinned creature, slightly startled. “What do yer want?”

Connie narrowed her eyes. “I need to talk to the tall green shit you live with.”

“He don’t live here no more.” Don tried to close the door, but Connie blocked the door with her foot.

“Then where is he now?”

Don blinked as he gathered his nerves. “I ain’t tell yer shit. Beat it, bitch.”

Connie’s eyebrow twitched. “What?”

Don straighten his back to look taller. “Yer heard me. Piss off.”

With the bucket of water, firm arms that had knead plenty of dough and magic that allowed her control over water, Connie introduced Don to the concept of a swirly whirly. Don had transformed his arms to wings as he basked with them to get free, but they were no help as Connie had a foot planted on his back as she held his head. 

Connie pulled up Don’s face by the feathers on his head. The water in the bucket was still swirling. “Still a tough guy?”

“I don’t know where he is, I don’t know where he is!” Don coughed and blinked franticly. The feathers on his head were heavy and wet. “I’m sorry I called you a bitch, human! That was SOOO uncalled for!”

“Then where is he now?” Connie rattled Don’s head.

“How should I know?! He moved out some weeks ago, left with a bag of his junk, no explanation or nothin’! Him and that black sheep dude took his stuff and-”

“Goat?”

“Year, you know, a satyr. With black wool. Atsi told me he had to move and that satyr helped him-”

“Tell on me to the city guard and you will regret it, birds for brains.” Connie let go of Don’s head and stood up from the floor as Don was still on his knees. Connie left the room, angry at herself for losing her temper as she went to the Pie House where Atsidas worked.

***

Rosalio the Satyr hummed as he tapped his hoof on the wooden floor while he ate his dinner before leaving work for the day. One of the perks of being an employee in the Pie House was the free pie. Sure, it was leftover pie, but second-hand food was still food. And he needed all the free food he could get his hands on as he had accidentally spent too many coronets on his new jacket.

But if Atsidas kicked ass then he would acquire a fairly large sum of coins tonight.

While enjoying his free meal, Rosalio did not pay attention to the human watching him intensively. She wore a shawl around her hair and had a hefty appetite, practically ate for two.

After finishing his food and having changed from his work uniform to his newly bought jacket, Rosalio left the restaurant cheerfully. Connie the Human followed him.

Rosalio was kind of a moron, so he didn’t notice that he was being tailed. Good thing since Connie was not great at it.

The streets of Onyxville were illuminated by oil lamps, but not great ones. Made the end of town they had gone to seem murky in every sense of the word. Connie kept her distance as she watched Rosalio stop in front of a building that seemed like it had seen better days. Had it not been this dark, she would have been able to read the sign over the door that said Hard Knocks Gym. In front of said door stood a rather tall Grindylow who resembled a fire-belly newt. Said grindylow wore a blouse with a neckline that showed the top of her red area on her chest.

Connie couldn’t hear what Rosalio was saying to the grindylow, but he was close enough to the light from a lamp so she could see the satyr laugh and move his hands as if he was telling a joke or a funny story. The sea-creature looked at him unimpressed. Rosalio then gave up what he was doing and gave the grindylow a small sack, which resulted in her opening the door to the gym for him and she quickly slammed it as he stepped inside, almost hitting his little tail.

Connie then stepped closer to the grindylow, unsure what to say. “Hello. I... Well, the thing is-”

“Okay, let me stop you right there.” The grindylow held up one of her scaly hands. “If you as much as think about trying to sweet-talk me into giving you a discount, then forget it. Some furball already tried to. It’s 100 coronets or piss off.”

“Right. No discount, one second...“ Connie collected the amount of coins from her purse, no idea what she was paying for. The black salamander-creature weighted the coins in her hand and then opened the door and gave Connie a light push and then slammed the door.

Connie found herself inside a large open space illuminated by light crystals on the ceiling. A large group of creatures stood at the middle of it and yelled and cheered and she heard the sound of a gong. They were around a boxing ring, watching two creatures beat the shit out of each other. Before this horde stood a dove-styled harpy wearing a multi-colored dress made of sequins held a sign shaped like an arrow that said Place Ur Bets Here. The arrow’s head pointed toward a table were an elf in a black dress accepted coins and handed a blue or red piece of paper to creatures who stood in a line, looking impatient as they turned their heads toward the fight.

Connie decided to get a closer look of what was the center of attention. She managed to push and shove her way through the creatures till she could get a better look at what was going on inside the boxing ring.

And then she spotted Atsidas inside the right with a pair of red gloves and a black eye.

“Aw, hells no!” Connie couldn’t recall being this angry as she watched Atsidas exchanging blows with a bison-styled female minotaur.

“I know, right?!” said a centaur who had a much clearer view of the fight because of his height. “I paid to see a blood bath, where’s the dang blood?”

Connie blinked. “Wait, what?”

The centaur soon got what he wanted as the minotaur, after planting a hook on Atsidas sore eye, lowered her head and stabbed the young orc in the chest. Atisdas screamed in pain as he retaliated by hitting the minotaur in the back of her head.

“Holy shit!” Connie was horrified.

“I know, right?!” The centaur raised his arms over his head and clapped. “Now we're getting somewhere!”

The creatures clapped and whistled while Connie felt as if she was gonne puke. Atisdas and the minotaur mercilessly took turns hitting each other in the face. Atsidas elbowed the bull-lady on the forehead, resulting in her taking two wobbly steps backward as she started to bleed from the cut the orc had just given her. She lowered her head and tried to ram Atsidas who managed to get hold of the horns of his opponent with his gloved hands and slammed the minotaur’s head into one of the corners of the ring. Atsidas stepped away and as the minotaur stood up and was about to turn, the young orc threw as many punches he could while practically gasping.

There were some boos and some cheers around the ring as he had forced the minotaur against the ropes. But most of the spectators started to chant: “GREEN PLAGUE! GREEN PLAGUE! GREEN PLAGUE!”

After getting a last punch, this time directly on the chin, the minotaur fell to the canvas, spread out on the canvas and gasping. Atsidas looked as if he was about to fall as well but managed to lift one fist over his head as the spectators still chanted his stage name. His face looked like crap.

“That dumb bastard!” Connie was furious but also felt great relief.

“I know, right?!” The centaur looked annoyed as he ripped his betting slip in half. “I just lost 1000 slaps because of that green shit.”

Connie was relieved that Atsidas had survived the fight. Because that meant she had not been robbed the opportunity to kill him for his idiocy.

***

After washing his face and getting dressed and wrapped a bandage around his chest where his wound from the horn was, Atsidas left the gym with Rosalio as two rooster-styled harpies were duking it out in the ring. As they got out on the streets, it started to rain.

“That was awesome!” Rosalio slapped Atsidas on the back.

Atsidas looked uncomfortable. “Please don’t do that, everything hurts. So, the money?”

“Sure, man. Sure.” Rosalio gave him a leather pouch. “This is your cut of the money I bet on you.”

“Not so loud, someone could hear you.” Atsidas hissed. “If someone knew I bet on myself I would be screwed.”

“Eh, it’s not like you fix the fights, you just bet on winning.” Rosalio gave the orc a light pat on the shoulder. “See ya when I see ya.”

As the satyr skipped away, Atsidas turned his head to look at the creature who had tailed him as soon as he had left the Hard Knocks Gym, unsure if he should keep pretending not to see her. Then he sighed. “Yeah, I know it’s you, Connie.”

The human remained some feet away, standing behind one of the poles that held a street lamp.

“Look, ah... we could go to my place? Maybe talk? I live not far from here.”

Connie didn't answer at first. Then, she walked past him and quickly whispered. “Keep your distance from from me as we walk.”

Atsidas watched Connie walk in front of him and realized she was dry despite the rain swince her magic made the raindrops vapor above her person. “Ah... shouldn’t I go in front?”

Connie stopped up. It took her a sec to realize he was right as she walked back and kept her distance while following Atsidas.

***

“Screw you!”

Connie had just entered Atsidas’ new apartment after being sure no one would see her go into the young orc’s home.

“Nice to see you, too...” Atsidas was drying himself with a rag. Getting a cold from rain was a luxury he couldn’t afford. “Want some tea.”

“No, I don’t want some bloody tea.” Connie took a glance around. It was a three-room apartment, it seemed. They were in a big room with a table and some cushions around it used for sitting. A big sack was dangling from the ceiling and it looked slightly worn. There was a mattress next to it with a blanket. A pair of boxing gloves and some training weights were next to the mattress.

Atsidas had a bucket with water he used to wet a small rag he placed on his sore eye. “I don’t really have any food, I just buy something from the restaurant next door, I could go pick some food for us-”

“I don’t want food!” Connie said annoyed. “And I don’t want your money! Especially not if you get them from getting brain damage!”

“Look, how else was I gonna get money for you? I’m tall and I’m pretty good at hurting others-”

“I don’t give a shit, stop coming to my place and stop giving me money, I don’t want to be associated with your shit.”

Atsidas sighed as he wrung his rag. “I keep telling, you, I’m careful-”

Connie kicked one of the gloves that Atsidas had left on the floor. “Why do you have to make this so difficult?! You don’t owe me anything, okay? I don’t want you to get your face battered just because you feel bad about knocking me up. It’s my fault that you get hurt because you want to play gentlema-”

“I’m doing it for myself, okay?!”

Connie blinked. It was the first time the orc boy had raised his voice at her. Heck, she couldn’t recall him raising his voice at all.

“Look... it’s not about anyone being in anyone’s debt. Or, you know, you are not in my debt. I just...” Atsida blushed as he looked at Connie. “Is it really so bad that I want to take care of you?”

“Ah, shit...” Connie mumbled as she sighed.

“Maybe... maybe I’m just doing it for myself, right? Not because I want to feel good about myself, just because... because I don’t want it to have been just us fooling around.”

Connie covered her face a her fingertips tried to drill through her skull. “Don’t make this harder than it already is...”

“Because... because what we had meant something. Or it did to me, I don’t need you to feel that way about me. I... you know...” Atsidas shrugged as he grimaced. “I love you, Kahaani the Human.”

Connie felt as if her entire body was about to bust. She had not felt this pissed and scared since she found out she was pregnant.

“ I have a new fight next week. A big one. This time I’m being paid 5000 coronets. And I thought, well... You think there could be enough money so... I could get a ticket for a boat sailing to Mino as well?”

Connie didn’t say anything.

“I mean... if that’s okay with you. I just thought I could help out when you get more pregnant... wait, is that what it is called? Or is it pregnanter or-”

Connie made it impossible for Atsidas to sound even dumber as she looped her arms around his neck in order to pull his head down to hers and kissed him. Confused for a split second, Atsidas then locked his arms around Connie and lifted her up as their lips were still connected.

“OUCH! You cut me!”

“What?!” Atsidas panicked and let go of the human girl. “What did I do? What did I do?!”

“Your tusk, it cut me.” Connie glared at her own feet as she nudged the tiny wound she had just received on her cheek.

“I-I-I I’m sorry!” Atsidas covered his tusks with his hands as if that should somehow help. “I forgot how thin human skin is compared to... I’m sorry.”

Both of them felt incredible embarrassed. But only for a moment as they went back to making out.

***

As Atsidas took his pants off, he suddenly realized something. "Ah, SHIT! I don't have any condoms!" He pulled his pants up. "Hold on, I will go to the butcher and get-"

"Who cares?" Connie lied on his mattress completely naked and rolled her eyes. "You already knocked me up, genius."

"Ah... oh." It took a second for the orc to let the logic sink in. "Oh. Oh yeah!" And then he dropped his pants.

***

Atsidas ran a hand through Connie's black hair while his other arm was wrapped around her back.

Connie lied on Atsidas' left side, resting her head on his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm, rough yet smooth green hide. She placed her hand on his right shoulder, stroking it. She could feel the bandage that was covering his injury from the fight.

Connie pulled herself free and sat up. Atsidas looked confused. "What's wrong?" He asked, nervously.

Connie sighed. “Okay, look... if this is going to work-”

“Yeah?!” Atsidas both blinked rapidly and swallowed.

“You have to promise me something.” She gave the orc a stern look. “And you have to say yes right away. If you even as much as hesitate-”

“Anything!” Atsidas smiled like a happy child. “I will do anything.”

“We do need the money. So next week is the last time you do this shit. We take the cash, leave the kingdom with the first boat we can find and you will never get in fights again.”

“Yeah. No problem.”

And then, Connie smiled. It was the first genuine smile she had made for a long time.

One week later...

Whatever hopes Connie might have had for starting a new life on Mino was shot down with a harpoon as she from ringside watched a human girl obliviate Atsidas’ face and kept beating him despite him looking half dead.

***

After Atsidas had been dragged out of the ring while still being glassy-eyed, Connie waited a moment before following the two big guys who had picked him up. They had gone to a back door and thrown him outside the building. Connie stood behind a staircase and waited for them to leave. Once they had, Connie went out the door and found Atsidas being left in the dirt.

“Sid?! Sid, say something!” She managed to lift the heavy orc up enough so he could lean against a wall and somewhat sit up. “Sid, are you okay?!”

The orc just breath in an unsettling way. Connie was unsure if he actually looked at her or if it was just an empty stare. His face was a mess, she almost puked looking at him. She tried to get him to stand, but even if she could then she realized putting this sort of strain on herself was not a great idea as she was pregnant.

“This is a load of shit...” Connie was stressing out as she pulled her own hair. "Shit. Shitshitshit..." She was starting to cry. “Wait here, okay? I have an idea.”

She went inside the building and realized that was a dumb thing to say as Atsidas was most likely unable to lift a finger or barely breath.

She got near to the ring again and started to go looking for satyrs with black wool. The creatures around paid her no mind as they were busy watching the harpy in the ring called Sweeper live up to her name.

She finally spotted Rosalio the Satyr who stood up and was swearing as it looked like he was gonna lose a second bet. He got startled as someone grabbed him by the shoulder. He turned and saw Connie. “What the- what do you want, human?”

Connie gave him a mean glare. Her cheeks were still wet from tears. “You. Help me. Now!”

“Help you with what exac... hey, don’t I know you from somewh-”

“Not important. Atsidas needs a healer. Help me get him to town.”

“Ah...” Rosalio scratched the wool on the back of his head. “Look, I don’t get what your deal is, but helping him would not be... smart.”

Connie’s eyes looked like they could burn a house down.

“See, these fights are not that... legal. So if we help him and someone is like Hey, this orc looks like he was in an underground fight club I could be in trouble since some might think I was at an underground-”

Rosalio got water splashed in the face. He could feel something cold poking his neck. He realized that it was ice in the shape of small arrow-heads.

Rosita blinked. “I know who you are! You are that crazy human bitch who can magic water and was trying to kill Atsi and me!”

Connie narrowed her eyes. “And if you don’t help me getting the orc to a healer right now, then I will freeze the blood in your veins.”

Rosalio dropped his betting slips. “You can do shit like that?!”

She couldn't.

“Damn right I can. Come on.” She had a firm grip around his wrist as she pulled him along to go help Atsidas as everyone else in the hall cried for blood.

***

Atsidas woke up with a terrible headache. He could only see out of one eye as the other one had been covered by bandages. Most of his face had been covered by bandages that had been dipped in healing salvia made from mushrooms. He was unsure why he lied in a bed he couldn’t recognize and was in a room that was far cleaner than any room he had ever been inside.

He was for a moment unsure why he had gotten hurt to begin with. But then he recalled the freckled human girl who had beat the ever-loving shit out of him. He turned his head and noticed a window. The sun was up, so he had been some hours since the fight. His entire body felt like an open wound as he managed to sit up.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Atisdas saw that a male elf in a white tunic entered the room. On the chest of the tunic was sewn a green snake with red spots coming from it’s mouth. The spots were suppose to look like three red roses. The snake symbol meant the elf was a professional healer. “You need to lie down and let the enchanted salvia do its work on you. You have suffered a severe case of head trauma, and that’s putting it lightly. The body needs to rest, you are lucky that you aren’t braindead.” The healer looked at Atsidas as if he was something slimy that was dirtying the bed. The elf then turned his head toward the door. “You can come in now. Your... friend... is awake.”

As the elf left the room, Connie came in. She looked terrible, as if she had not slept at all. She had not. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Atsidas didn’t know what else to say. He lied down but leaned himself enough up so he could look at Connie. She looked somehow happy and miserable at the same time. “You wanna sit, or...?”

Connie took a seat at a chair next to the bed. “I told them you got hurt by some muggers. Not sure they are buying it.”

“Okay...” Atsidas felt ashamed.

“I mean, they don’t really have to know how you got hurt, right? I pay them to fix you. Done.” Connie made a half-assed laugh.

There was a long minute of awkward silence.

“Wait... how much does this cost?” Atsidas asked as he placed a finger on the bandages around his head.

“Um... I don’t think I wanna tell you that.”

“Aw, Connie, noooo...” Atsidas groaned, partly due to still feeling pain all over his head.

“Don’t worry, I still have some coronets left-”

“I knew the risk, okay? I knew I might get beaten to a pulp, you weren’t suppose to use that cash on getting me a healer, you didn’t owe me that.”

Connie made a bitter smile. “It’s not about anyone being in anyone’s debt. Is it really so bad that I want to take care of you?”

Atsidas narrowed his one open eye. “Hey... wasn’t that what I told you when-”

“Yes, genius.” Connie chuckled as she dried her eyes. “Gods, Sid. You are so-”

“You two should be ashamed!”

Connie and Atsidas turned their attention toward an elderly satyr who stood by the door and glared at them through her thick glasses. She were dressed in a gown worn by patients. “Disgusting. Perverts!” She then left.

“Yeah, it’s a small hospital.” Connie sighed. "Some healer noticed the bump on my stomach and... well, you know, they can put two and two together.” She shrugged. “And I guess gossip spreads fast here.”

Atsidas was unsure what to say. So he said nothing and moved himself to the left side of the bed and patted on the mattress. Connie accepted the invitation and got in the bed and hugged him as he hugged her back.

“I think I have to get out of town as soon as possible.” Connie kissed him on the cheek.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

"By the way...” Connie tightened her hug. “I love you too.”

[shouldhavebeenpersephone]

AAAAAAAAAAH One Way by S.J. Jordan was SO GOOD! Going for the sequel next but pleasssseee do you have any show or movie recs??

AAAAAAAAAA I am so glad you enjoyed it! Feel free to scream at me about it ANY time. I think I may have to go and reread it now.

In regards to other recommendations... oooooh boy. I have so many. This took me a while because I was considering if this would be respectful to the strikes, but we haven't been told to stay away from any streaming services etc. yet, so after removing a scab from the recommendation list I decided to post it. Apologies in advance for the tangents I go on for every single recommendation. Some of these have been quite popular so you might know of them but it still felt worth mentioning.

Under the cut is a non-exhaustive list of media in no particular order that makes me want to eat glass. Take a shot every time I say heartbreaking.

Movies

Lord of the Rings 1/2/3 - I feel no need to explain myself. If you haven't seen this please for the love of god get your hands on the extended versions and watch them. Then read the books and watch the movies again. Rinse and repeat.

How to Train Your Dragon and How to Train Your Dragon 2 - You read that right, NOT the third movie. In this house the third movie doesn't exist. This is an animated movie and sequel based on the book it shares a name with by Cressida Cowel. The movie follows protagonist Hiccup who lives in a town of Vikings who hunt and kill dragons. He finds out that he can't kill a dragon he has caught, and is surprised when the dragon won't kill him either. His curiosity gets the best of him and he returns to watch the dragon in it's hideout, and a beautiful friendship emerges from a very messy situation. It doesn't happen often that a movie is better than the book, especially if the source material has been changed so drastically, but HTTYD pulls it off. The first movie was also my introduction to fandom, and both movies have an incredibly special place in my heart. Fun fact: I actually am the OP of a pretty popular fandom headcannon and it makes me giggle every time I see it be mentioned in the HTTYD tag.

Inception - Obligatory action movie. Heist movie except sci-fi and also everyone is queer and sexy (no it's not canon but it is canon to me). Conman Leo DiCaprio breaks into rich boy Cilian Murphy's dreams to convince him to give up his father's business in exchange for getting his criminal file wiped clean so he can see his kids again. I love sad dads and I love mind games and I love high stakes and I love time fuckery and I love mentally ill women. Watch it if you also do.

Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Perfect. Showstopping. Incredible. Does not pass the reverse Bechdel test. It is so incredibly hearthbreaking and soft and tender. Period drama with lesbians. Painter Noémi Merlant is hired to pretend to be a companion to Adèle Haenel while secretly painting her portrait to be sent off to a man she is being married off to. There is betrayal and trust and community and lust and it's so gorgeous to look at. The attention to detail is incredible and I want to kiss Céline Sciamma for bringing this movie to my screen. I cry every time I watch it. Queer heartache done right.

The Lake House - I don't know if this movie is actually that good but to me it is perfect. Contractor Keanu Reeves moves into a gorgeous lake house (my dream home) and starts receiving letters addressed to the previous owner and doctor Sandra Bullock. When he gets a letter from her with her new address and sees it's to a building that's still in development, the two skeptics come to the conclusion they are living years apart and their post box is some sort of portal. They fall in love, things go wrong, things go right, and there is a dog!

Series

Orphan Black - Listen. Listen. LISTEN. Tatiana Maslany. Wow. She plays a dozen (if not more) clones and I still have a hard time believing they weren't all different people. Trouble kid forced to be an adult because she is a mother sees herself jump in front of a train and uhhhh has issues with that. She then discovers there are so many others like her, that they were a part of a cloning project and that she is a bit of a special case. There is a lot of plot I cannot summarize but it's deliciously queer (one of the main character clones is a lesbian as well as two prominent gay side characters and other minor queer and trans characters). Found family, questions of what it means to love and of morality, some wonderfully written character arcs and a decently satisfying end. First few episodes can be a bit hard to get into, but Tatiana Maslany is incredible and the show is totally worth it.

Adventure Time - This is a big comfort show for me, not only because Marceline and Princess Bubblegum were one of my first queer ships ever, but also because I enjoy this show just as much as an adult. No real main story line, you could watch individual episodes and still follow it. There are some heavy themes, but they are always handled so wonderfully and with a true sense of childlike wonder, and it makes me have faith in humanity again. Finn the Human and Jake the Dog go on adventures together in a gigantic fantasy land and meet lots of interesting figures. Even the evil characters get attention, compassion, screen time, and dignity. It's heartbreaking and beautiful and so so so good.

The Mentalist - Sorry, there is a cop show in here. Simon Baker is an ex 'psychic' grieving father and husband working as a consultant with the CBI. His boss, Robin Tunney, is so in love with him she looks stupid. It's basically a man who is too smart for his own good running around, being charming or extremely annoying, and an exhausted tough-love type of woman running around fixing his messes. Oh and they catch killers. I am a Patric Jane kinnie, sue me. Jane and Lisbon are also very Griddlehark to me, kind of a what could have been if they had been friends from the beginning.

Russian Doll - Have I ever mentioned how much I love Natasha Lyonne? This is a kind of sexier Groundhog Day, where Natasha Lyonne keeps dying and waking up in the bathroom of her friend throwing her a birthday party. She loses her mind in the midst of gorgeous scenes, seriously beautiful cinematography, and in sexy ass outfits. If you like mind fuckery, cinematography, and sexy women this is the show for you. It sure is the show for me.

Arcane - Speaking of gorgeous visuals, Arcane is a beast of a show with such an incredible and unique look. Also so many hot and/or gay women. There are a few men too, they're okay, I do like me a pathetic little guy so it works. But WOMEN. So many powerful, intelligent, cunning, courageous women. I have to admit that I remember very little of the storyline, but I do know that they took 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl', said "yes and", and made a truly incredible and multi dimensional character with Jinx, with fully fleshed out motivations and morals (or lack thereof), understandable but still properly wrong actions, and such incredible story building around her progressing mental troubles. Must watch.

The Sandman - This one is not technically an obsession I have ever had, but it is a great watch and rewatch. I adore Vivienne Acheampong as Lucienne and I adore Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer and I adore Kirby Howell-Baptiste as Death. I also love pretty much anything that comes out of Neil Gaiman's brain so that helps. Great casting is what makes this show a winner for me. Morpheus/Dream gets locked up by some insane guy trying to capture death to bring back his son and he spends the rest of the show dealing with the consequences of being gone for decades. Tom Sturridge is a wet cat of a man and I do like that a lot as well. Very pretty cinematography seals the deal.

Misc.

The Magnus Archives - Podcast wildcard. Horror and paranormal and delicious. I love voice actors so much and archivists are hot. Becoming something you didn't choose and dealing with the repercussions of no longer really being human is so !!!!!!! I love it when people just go through the horrors. Everyone's voices scratch something in my brain that nothing else can reach. Brilliant piece of media.

What Remains of Edith Finch - Game wildcard. Semi-sandbox semi-railroad narrative. Gorgeous visual representations of so many difficult things in life. Particularly, the bit where one of Edith's family members loses himself to his own imagination is so gorgeous and heartbreaking. I have written essays on the cinematography of this game. It is so beautiful. Whether you lay it or watch a playthrough, you have to witness this.

MISSED RECOMMENDATIONS ARE HERE

There you have it.

I am sure there is more and I am sure I will be hitting my head on a wall after remembering something I forgot to include. Anyway- enjoy!

[thepulta]

Everyone knew there was coal at the foot of Hawk’s Peak. Waste heaps were strewn across the valley like oversized ant-mounds and ancient cart tracks wore deep ruts back to the Marena lowlands. Drifters liked to set up camps, but they never lasted. Too dry. Too rough. And coal hadn't been valuable anyway until some boy figured out how to make iron harder. Then John Greystone came to Hawk's Peak with his wife and his shotgun and gold from the bank.

Gin Reiner was a drifter with a small pit there and his own mules. John shot Gin Reiner on a spring morning. When Gin's boys approached him after the service- Well, nobody had seen the boys after that. But rumor had it they tailed it back to the lowlands. No use staying where there wasn’t ready money.

But John Greystone stayed, and his wife Ellen. With his loan from the bank, he laid down gleaming steel rails that wound through the narrow gorges back home. Men came on the railroad; some women, but not many, and at the prime age of 28, Ellen Greystone had two boys.

The eldest son had a good head on his shoulders; went back to the lowlands to get a piece of paper for machines, and he married a girl from the hills with coal in her blood. The youngest worked the mine. He was quick with his hands and quicker with his boss’s whistle and by the time John Greystone died, there were over one thousand people in Ellenville covered in coal dust when the day-whistle blew.

Once the eldest brother had his own John – John the III – the brothers knew about the ironstone in the hills just north of Ellenville’s valley and the town bloomed. It all became John III’s empire to run.

John III took a wife from the lowlands, a sweet little thing who loved the hills and wanted to escape the flat planes. However, she found the mountains of Ellenville to be dry, heartless, and her new husband too obsessed with building the Greystone legacy to worry about homemaking, or the homemaker; so Mrs. Martha Greystone found herself with three children and a mostly-empty manor. She named them John the IV, Rachel, and Mira. When they were old enough, John was set to the ironstone shafts. Rachel and Mira were deemed nimbler on the mostly-mechanized coal slopes.

The coal pit had grown like a canker on the south side of town. The first John Greystone had called it the Pothole Mine. They dug down 1000 feet in an open pit until the miners hit 50 feet of useless slatey rock and the coal vein dove deep into the earth. John III planned to dig after it eventually, but growing the pit west and east was easier and much more profitable. They stoped the sides of the pit, steam shovels biting fifty-foot staircases from the rock walls. Stoping was more an upgrade than feature inherent to the mine since men with picks had done the initial work, but it was important to keep the walls of the pit from collapsing. John II had emphasized it before he died. He had planned the stopes the whole length of the valley; fifty-foot steps were enough to keep the walls steady.

But he’d never considered rain, because it didn’t rain much in the Ellenville valley.

It rained three days and four nights until the valley smelled like wet silt and dirt and the water poured off the crusty ground into the Pothole mine. The pumps to keep water out of the mine bottom filled with cobbles and rubbish and had to be cleaned out with half a dozen steam shovels, day and night.

“Too much water,” Mira kept hearing the men say as they struggled into their galoshes for day shift. They hissed through their teeth when they looked out the window.

Usually, Mira and Rachel went with the shovel manager and sat with him for half the day, but Mira found the new steam shovels arriving on the train much more interesting. She stayed with her father, looking at the bright steel workings and checking off the parts on the list.

She remembered feeling the rumble underneath her feet before the bone-aching crack hit her ears. She remembered the boys and men at the shop turning a sickly olive color too – her father included. But John III did not turn green after they checked their shop stability; not when the day shifters returned with hollow faces and a few pieces of the bodies. He didn’t turn green when a boy Mira knew from across the street, her age, was brought up headless. He didn’t even turn green when what was left of Rachel was brought up, crushed against mangled machinery remains.

They buried her that Saturday, sky still weeping and half the town weeping with it. Six feet, no casket, because her body was half-engine.

The rest of them were Rachel’s ghosts, floating about the house with pale faces and red eyes. In her late-night waifish wander, Mira looked in her father’s office and saw his green face looking over the quarterly profits.

So the day of the rockfall was the last time Mira remembered being dressed in color.

[danaan13]

so many of these things work for me and my adhd.

i don't use chapstick as that's not a problem i have. but I do use that principle - buying multiples of one type of item and stashing them everywhere i need them. couple examples: suit lint brushes, cuz i have a dog. so i bought a pack of five and stashed them near doors and my closet. microfiber cloths for glasses. bought a pack of like twenty. got one in my purse, one on my bedside table, one in my bathroom, one on my couchside table, and every other spot that seemed useful. redundancy is our friend.

love my phone for keeping things i need to remember. calendar and clock on there are like my dearest tools. another one I use, might be considered outdated, is my email. i email reminders to myself and keep them in my inbox till they're done. i'm very regular about checking my email though. so your mileage may vary.

i love my downtime at the end of the day. i'm a late sleeper. so i get a few hours after my wife goes to bed, where i can just unwind and vibe. and i can tell when i've not had that time, how it affects my ability to shed stress.

as for veggies, i actually have a different problem. i get bored of them fast. this option's a little spendier. but i've got a produce box subscription from a local company. they send me a curated box of fruit and veggies every two weeks. it's regional and seasonal. so i get a variety of things that changes frequently. including stuff i've never heard of before. ever heard of garlic scapes? neither had I. until last year. they're the tops of garlic bulbs! The green stalk part. they cut and cook kinda like green onions, but stiffer. but taste like garlic. goes great in mashed potatoes. i capitalize on novelty to keep me eating veggies.

struggling to decide what to eat can definitely be a problem. but this is where the produce box had an unintended benefit for me. i wind up researching new veggies to decide what to make. and so i wound up making weekly menu lists, based on that produce box's contents. and then making my grocery list from that. and the novelty of matching the changing box helps. again, spendier. doesn't circumvent the energy and amount of work problem. but if boredom is the problem, this might give you ideas.

other ideas i'd love to add, that helped me a lot:

kinda tangential to keeping redundant in relevant locations, keeping just anything you need in relevant locations.

big one for me is my meds. i got a cheaply made valet box to go on my bedside table. it's got a spot for my phone charger, for my daily pill box, for my glasses, and my ear plugs. i keep a filled water bottle next to it. so the first thing i do in the morning is reach for my water and pills. and then my glasses. like... i might not even be sitting up yet. but it's right there, made easy.

i also have a basket near my stairs, where i get ready to go out. coats, bags, shoes, that are all in current rotation, go there. keys and wallet stay in a bag. if i need them for a moment, they go back in the bag when i'm done. the brain saying that i'll know where I left them is lying to me and should be treated like it.

cleaning house is a huge thing for me. like, part of me just despises it and has the hardest time doing it. i have a cleaning service that shows up every two weeks. they don't do everything for me. don't even do most of it. mostly just the heavy lifting tasks that are hard for my back and knees now. but they're a regular scheduled time point i can structure around. I know they're going to come on this specific wednesday. and i will want these specific things done and out of the way, so that they can do their jobs. and so every two weeks, my house just gets a big reset. again, i know, money is a factor. i've known people who set up a schedule with a friend or three, to do this since they couldn't afford to hire someone. but the key component was an outside source of human structure that would come into my home, for the purposes of cleaning. the deadline would help me keep on top of everything else, to some degree. (dishes and laundry are still a bit of a bitch. but i'm working on figuring out how to make that line up better)

oh! another veggie thing!

so, i never forget i have soda in the fridge. never. (thanks adhd) but if i can't see them, i do forget there are veggies. so instead of putting the veggies in the crisper drawer, the soda goes in the crisper drawer. and the veggies go in clear boxes on the open shelves. those that need to be sealed will often get put in ziploc baggies.

one last tip thing. i read somewhere about someone who, when trying to remember to do something important, would leave a pair of folded socks in their hallway floor. it was a spot they'd notice it, and that would make their brain remember that they had a task.

i don't do this specifically like this. But it did prompt me to start putting things in other places to jog my memory. if i need to take a return to a store, or deliver something somewhere, or whatever, i'll put those items on top of my coat/purse, so I see them before i leave. i used to put them in front of the door. but then we moved houses and when my wife takes our dog out in the morning, she goes out one door and comes in the one I leave through, if i'm going out. so blocking the door is a problem then. so it became my coat/purse.

i leave the laundry room light on, to help me remember if i've got wash that needs to go in the dryer. i'll dump items in my seat on the couch, so that i have to see them and move them to sit.

finding solutions that work can be tricky and require a lot of processing. it's taken me most of my life to get most of these. but the biggest help for me was learning that i didn't have to do things a certain way, just because "that's how it's always done". sometimes the way it's done isn't important. just that it's done at all. if it helps you get the thing done, then that's more important that traditional methods. (save for spots where traditional methods are designed out of safety concerns, naturally) but do what helps you do the thing. like OP said. it is hard, so make it easier.

this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

[chandragroups]

Top 6 Benefits To Consider Before Buying A Luxury Villa in Turkapally

There is a growing market for luxury villas in the country, attracting wealthy people and investors. These are primarily aspirational urban residents. The most well-liked of the many luxurious possibilities on the market are Villa in Turkapally. These opulent houses are hidden away in one of the city’s best neighbourhoods in the peaceful suburbs. Villas are highly sought-after properties that provide enviable geographical advantages, spacious living areas, access to first-rate services, and total solitude.

Living in a luxury villa can satisfy your wants and goals for maintaining a wealthy lifestyle. India’s major cities have some of the best real estate facilities available. Particularly, Hyderabad stands head and shoulders above the rest. A few advantages of owning a luxury villa have been listed here.

Location: Luxury villas are often located in prime real estates areas. 

Space: Luxury villas typically offer more space than traditional homes, including multiple bedrooms, bathrooms, and living areas.

Amenities: Luxury villas may have high-end amenities such as private pools, spas, and fitness rooms. premium villas Turkapally offers a well-curated list of amenities to adjust services to your comfort, from domestic helpers to the various services at your disposal for spending your free time, such as a gym, garden, children’s club, health club, a party hall, indoor games, etc.

Privacy: Luxury villas often offer more privacy than traditional homes, as they may be located on large plots or gated communities. Private space and social withdrawal can frequently be intense cravings, whether or not you are an introvert. A luxury villa’s privacy and comfortable space allowing you to escape the bustle and interruptions of city life without actually leaving the city. This is a top benefit of owning a luxury villa.

Rental income: If you’re using your luxury villa only some of the time, you can rent it out to generate revenue.

Maintenance: Many luxury villas come with a team of staff who will take care of the maintenance, cleaning, and gardening work.

It’s important to note that luxury villas also come with higher property taxes and may require a sizeable down payment and a good credit score to purchase. It’s essential to weigh the benefits against the costs before deciding.

Even if the advantages of owning a luxurious villa may seem alluring, ultimately, what matters most is indescribable personal satisfaction and contentment. The benefits mentioned above are objective facts and observations. However, every one of us may have our subjective advantages and motivations for buying a villa.

Many reputable real estate organizations in Hyderabad can help you buy such distinctive businesses. You can realize your desire to reside in a magnificent apartment with the advice and aid of such professionals. So, get in touch with these professionals immediately to learn more about the real estate sector.

Although we have discussed the benefits of buying a luxury villas in turkapally, here are a few things you need to keep in mind.

Watch Out for Open Space Options – To get the most out of your luxury villa, make sure there is enough room for free spaces on all four sides. Your seclusion will be hampered by your separate home’s shared wall with nearby villas. Additionally, these open spaces will be used for gardening and future development projects.

Verify the room allocation – Luxury villas typically have a layout with more bedrooms than three. The allocation of rooms must therefore be flexible to allow for accessible communication across the several rooms. Additionally, it ought to provide residents with much-needed comfort & convenience. Verify the room allocation. Luxury villas typically have a layout with more bedrooms than three.

Correct Road Connectivity – Do some advanced research on the area. Luxury villas are typically located within the city limits in quiet areas. This will offer a much-needed break from the city’s relentless crowds. Make sure, though, that it is adequately connected to neighbouring city districts via a road link.

The Potential for Price Appreciation – Price appreciation should be considered because villa constructions in prime locations eventually ensure strong price appreciation in the coming days. Purchasing one of these villas guarantees receiving a large portion of the Undivided Share of Land (UDS). Therefore, pick a branded reality developer to ensure you get the highest possible percentage of UDS, which will eventually raise the value of your home. 

One of Hyderabad’s top real estate firms, Chandra Group, is launching a new project that focuses on luxury or duplex villas in Turkapally. Here, in Chandra’s Green Park, you can fulfil your dream.

It is situated on a sizable 53 acres of land and has first-rate amenities to make your life simpler and more comfortable.

There are more than 700 apartments, with sizes ranging from 150 to 165 square yards to 244.44 square yards. They are the kind of housing that would be perfect for contented families with a modest budget and warm aspirations.

We hope this article is of your help while buying your dream villa. 

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[techwalaltd]

Professional Apple Repairs in Manchester: How to Restore Your MacBook to Its Best

The Apple devices are considered to be of high class quality but even the best of devices can some time break down and this can be contributed by so many factors including spilling of some liquid on the device or even dropping the device. Searching for “Apple repair in Manchester” or in need of help with “water damage MacBook repair” in Stock, customers will find appropriate services. Here is a list of Apple repairs and the basic understanding of what customers can anticipate when their MacBook is in need of professional help.

All types of Apple Repairs in Manchester :

Apple devices needs special attention and care because their design and construction are different from others. If you are in Manchester, there is a professional apple repair Manchester centre that deals with all sorts of Apple items repair inclusive of iPhone and MacBook. Some of the usual issues are broken screens, battery issues and software issues. Whenever you decide to take your device to a particular repair service, you are likely to be served by professional technicians who will use appropriate spare parts and methods to have your device back to its best state.

Solving Water Damage MacBook Repair in Stock :

One of the most typical and dangerous problems of MacBook can be a water damage. Thus, if your MacBook has been through the tragedy of a spill, the first thing you should do is switch the laptop off and never attempt to switch it on. You should take your device to a specialist in water damage MacBook repair stockport because specialists are able to open the device, clean and dry the parts inside, and replace them if necessary. The key to minimising the damage of water damage is to get to it as soon as possible in order to salvage the device.

Why It is Essential to Select Qualified Apple technicians :

Apple electronics are delicate and need to be repaired by professional repairers who use the right techniques, and the right parts. When one has a situation where he or she is searching for Apple repair Manchester, make sure you get professionals who deal with Apple gadgets. Not only can they diagnose the problem correctly, but they work efficiently and safely to fix the problem. To choose a reliable service can take less time and money and help to increase the lifespan of the device.

Resume Your Business Fast with Fast and Effective Repairs :

A cracked or, worse, a water damaged MacBook is a real headache if you are a student or an employee who uses the device daily. Convenient and fast repair works enable you to stay without your vehicle for a short time only and continue your everyday routine. Most repair shops provide same day or the next day service depending on the problem and are inclined to inform the customer about the problem and the probable cost of the repair immediately.

Why Trust Tech Wala for Apple Repair :

Tech Wala provides experienced tech specialists for “Apple repair Manchester” and professional “water damage MacBook repair” at Stock. Their competence makes your Apple device work like brand new again, thereby guaranteeing it stays useful to you for as long as possible.

[khwaabgaah]

Choose the Perfect Tirthan Valley Homestay for Your Trip

Are you in Tirthan Valley and you’re searching for the ideal accommodation for your trip? Tirthan Valley is relatively unknown and is famous for its greenery, fresh water rivers and a laid back vibes. It is particularly suitable for anyone who wants to have a calm time in a place that is near nature. Hotels in Tirthan Valley offer lodging to guests but if one wants to get a little closer to the local experience, then a Tirthan Valley Homestaymay be the thing to do. 

1. Consider the Location

When selecting Tirthan Valley Homestay some of the key things that must be looked at are: The region is large and each sector provides different attractiveness. Some of the homestays are located far from the forest and while others are closer to the river or the local villagers. If you are going to decide on the best places to stay in Tirthan Valley, the first thing to evaluate is the atmosphere. Are you interested in being surrounded with natural environment or just a few steps from the village with all the people?

Location makes a big difference; therefore, selecting the right location will improve your experience. This is especially true if you want to get away from the hustle and bustle or if you want to check out nearby cafes in Tirthan Valley, your homestay location matters.

2. Look for Authenticity

The greatest incentive for choosing homestay in Tirthan Valley is the opportunity to immerse in local culture. When deciding on the homestay, try to select the one which will provide you with real experiences. The best homestay in Tirthan Valley will offer the guest an opportunity to meet and even become friends with the hosts and sample normal home cooked foods.

Most homestays in Tirthan Valley have special experiences that can be organized; for instance, learning how to prepare local foods or working with the family and helping them in the farm. This makes your stay even all the more unforgettable, it makes it more intimate staying in the place and being with the locals.

3. Check the Amenities

Despite the fact that the Tirthan Valley Hotels may have everything from Wi-Fi, room service, and Air conditioning, home stay has its own unique features. But that doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice comfort for usability – no, not when there are devices that are designed with both in mind. The accommodation option is literally available with small homestays as the hosts provide basic and quality services like clean rooms and comfortable beds, hot water for shower and warm interiors.

If you have any special requirement like vegetarian food, search for veg homestay in Tirthan Valley only to eat the food of your choice. This means that it is important to make sure your homestay choice provides what you need whether that is a view or proximity to Tirthan Valley things to do.

4. Read Reviews

Always check the homestays in Tirthan Valleyreviews before making the booking. This can afford you an actual feel of what to expect depending on the specific time you make your order. The comments to be looked for include those that concern the cleanness, hospitality and the degrees of satisfaction. Most customers post information about their stay here, which will help you determine whether you will be comfortable here or not.

In addition, reading reviews will also enable you to make new discoveries of those meals that are not so popular or famous. Many homestays also double up as family businesses which give guests and advantage of being close and personal with locals.

Conclusion

Picking the best homestay to stay will make a difference on how happy you will be during your trip to Tirthan Valley. Whether you fancy a quite time in the woods or an active cultural tourism, there is a perfect homestay home for you out there. To make your trip an unforgettable one, go through our selection of comfortable and homely homestays that are listed on khwaabgaah.com. Whether you want to discover the small forest trails or find a quiet spot along a river, there is always a good place to meditate.

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How to Choose the Best Septic Tank Cleaning Service in Kansas City

When it comes to maintaining your home’s plumbing and ensuring your septic system is running smoothly, regular septic tank cleaning is a crucial task. In Kansas City, where extreme weather conditions can put additional strain on your septic system, it’s important to choose the right septic tank cleaning service to handle this responsibility. But with so many options available, how do you know which one is the best for your needs? Here’s a guide to help you choose the best septic tank cleaning service in Kansas City.

1. Look for Experience and Expertise

The first thing to consider when choosing a septic tank cleaning service is the experience of the company. A well-established service provider with years of experience in septic tank cleaning Kansas City will have a solid understanding of local septic systems and the challenges that come with them. Experienced professionals can also provide advice on maintaining your system to avoid costly repairs down the road.

Ask the company how long they’ve been in business and if they have experience working with systems similar to yours. Additionally, make sure they are knowledgeable about the local regulations and best practices for septic tank cleaning in Kansas City. This will ensure they follow proper disposal methods and adhere to city codes.

2. Check for Proper Licensing and Insurance

Septic tank cleaning requires specialized knowledge and equipment. Therefore, it’s important to ensure the company you hire is properly licensed and insured. A reputable septic tank cleaning service in Kansas City should hold the necessary certifications to perform the job safely and in compliance with local laws. This also protects you in case of any accidents or damages during the cleaning process.

Request proof of their licensing and insurance before hiring a company. This is a simple step that can save you from potential legal and financial headaches.

3. Read Customer Reviews and Ask for References

Customer reviews can offer valuable insights into the quality of service provided by a septic tank cleaning company. Look for online reviews on trusted platforms, such as Google, Yelp, or the Better Business Bureau (BBB). Positive feedback from previous customers is a good indicator that the company is reliable and trustworthy.

You can also ask the service provider for references. A reputable company will be happy to provide a list of past clients who can speak to their professionalism, punctuality, and the quality of their work.

4. Compare Pricing

Pricing is always an important factor when choosing any service. While you should never compromise on quality for a cheaper price, it’s still a good idea to compare quotes from multiple septic tank cleaning companies in Kansas City. Be wary of prices that seem too low—they could be a sign of poor-quality service or hidden fees.

Ensure that the quote you receive includes all necessary services, such as pumping, inspection, and any additional charges. A reputable company will be transparent about their pricing and will offer an accurate estimate based on the specifics of your septic system.

5. Ask About Their Cleaning Process and Equipment

Not all septic tank cleaning services use the same methods or equipment. It’s important to ask the company about their cleaning process and the equipment they use to ensure that it aligns with your needs. High-quality septic tank cleaning services in Kansas City should use modern, well-maintained equipment that is capable of cleaning your system thoroughly and efficiently.

Additionally, ask if they perform a visual inspection of your system as part of the cleaning process. This will help identify any potential problems that may need attention, such as leaks, cracks, or blockages.

6. Ensure They Offer Emergency Services

Emergencies happen, and when they do, you need a septic tank cleaning company that can respond quickly. Whether it's a clogged septic system or an overflow, choosing a service provider that offers emergency services can save you a lot of stress and potential damage.

Ask the company if they offer 24/7 emergency septic tank cleaning services in Kansas City. This can be particularly helpful in situations where you need urgent assistance to avoid further damage to your home or property.

7. Consider Customer Service

Good customer service goes a long way when hiring a service provider. From the moment you contact the company, assess how they treat you. Are they responsive? Do they answer your questions professionally? Do they take the time to explain their services and what you can expect during the cleaning process?

Choosing a company that values good communication and customer satisfaction will make the experience much smoother and ensure your needs are met.

Conclusion

Choosing the best septic tank cleaning service in Kansas City is all about finding a company that combines experience, professionalism, transparency, and customer care. By following the tips outlined above, you can be confident in your decision and ensure that your septic system stays in optimal condition for years to come.

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Real Estate Sales - What You Need to Know About Estate Sales

Real estate sales is a competitive field. It requires a combination of market knowledge, relationship-building skills and effective marketing strategies to stand out from the competition.

Many properties at estate sales are in a state of disrepair and may require extensive renovations before they can be sold. Buyers should be prepared for these costs and factor them into the purchase price of the property.

Reasons to Have an Estate Sale

An estate sale is similar to a real estate sale or yard sale, but often features higher-priced items such as vintage clothing, antique furniture and fine china. Typically held throughout the course of a weekend, an estate sale is often conducted prior to contacting residential moving companies and/or putting a home on the market.

Those who are interested in holding an estate sale can hire professional help to organize and manage the event or do it themselves. To ensure the event is successful, consider promoting the sale through multiple channels including online listings, social media and local newspapers.

People hold estate sales for several reasons, ranging from a desire to declutter before a move or make extra money to the need to liquidate assets of a deceased loved one. It is also a great way to quickly and easily clear out clutter without paying for junk removal services. People often sell unused, collectibles, tools and power equipment at estate sales.

How to Prepare for an Estate Sale

Whether you are moving, downsizing, combining households, settling an estate, or handling the estate of a loved one, an estate sale offers an opportunity to find new homes for cherished possessions. But it’s a big undertaking that requires careful planning and execution.

For example, ensuring that your space is clean and organized will make the experience comfortable for shoppers and keep things running smoothly. And clearly marking prices on items will increase sales.

It’s also important to consider local regulations and restrictions that might impact your sale, such as requiring a permit or closing streets or sidewalks. And lastly, it’s smart to have a backup plan for unsold items and any lingering clutter.

How to Advertise an Estate Sale

Estate sales, also known as tag sales in some areas, are a way to liquidate a family's belongings and occur on a much larger scale than a traditional yard or garage sale. They typically occur due to downsizing, relocating or a death in the family.

Many people choose to hire a professional estate sale company such as Go Estate Pros to help with the process of planning, organizing, advertising and running the sale. Ruby says there are many reasons to consider this option, including:

To start with, a homeowner should canvass their home and create lists of items that they plan to sell. They can then research prices and categorize the items by room, condition and other factors. This will help them decide where to set up and stage the sale items. They should also make sure to create road and yard signs displaying the date and address of the sale. They should also place ads in local newspapers and community bulletin boards.

How to Sell an Estate Sale

An estate sale, also known as a tag real estate, is an effective way to dispose of a family or individual’s belongings after a death, divorce, relocation, or downsizing. It’s much more encompassing than your typical yard or garage sale and may include everything from everyday kitchen utensils to valuable antiques.

Estate sale organizers separate items and professionally appraise them before selling. They will mark them with a price, and some estate sales offer discounts on the last day. Typically, buyers are allowed in on a first-come, first-serve basis, and some estate sale companies use numbers to manage the line.

Although conducting an estate sale independently can save on fees, it requires a great deal of time and energy. Hiring an experienced estate sale company provides peace of mind, efficiency and specialized market knowledge to maximize profits. This includes promoting the sale through various channels, managing customer interactions and handling transactions. It also helps ensure the estate’s assets are liquidated in a timely manner and with minimal hassle.

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I Am Selling! Why Would I Put Money into a House I am Leaving?

I would say this is the most frequently occurring questions professional stagers field every day! On the surface you can certainly understand why the question is raised repeatedly. There are many reasons to support the process of staging a property prior to bringing it to the public for review. Let’s look at a few of them.

Who is Buying?

Whether you know, or believe it, it is true; the buyer will determine IF your house will sell, when it will sell and for what price. You can have your hopes, wants and dreams but ultimately the power lies with the buyer.  A great Staging professional is knowledgeable about which demographic is most likely to purchase your property and will make recommendations with that in mind. The largest property buying demographic today are Millennials. The younger members of this tribe may still favor renting, however once they hit their 30’s and begin to settle down they want their version of a great house.

What they want is move in ready. Why? Pressing student debt is already a worry, they scrape together as much as possible for the down payment and simply don’t have extra cashflow to invest in “fixing-up” the things you couldn’t be bothered to do. The other factor to consider is this group of people do not want to be “DIY weekend warriors”; they want to have fun on the weekends! Also, they don’t have the skills to do the work- and they are not interested in learning how to do it!

You may have finished with this property but to them it is their new home. They want it to look and feel like it from the outset. In fact, research shows they want the feel of new so much most of them are willing to pay more money to get it. What that means to you is this, if you choose to bring your property onto the market “as-is” you risk a) being on the market longer than you want or b) have offers for less than you expect.

Staging is the only service for selling property that has measurable value

Whether the market is hot, cold or indifferent, staging is a powerful marketing tool which should never be discounted because of the outlay of money. If you want to maximize your ROI, why would you not do for your house, what you would do if you were selling anything else! Your car for instance? Wouldn’t you clean, fix and polish it to make it feel new? The largest investment most people ever make is in real estate. When selling, they want the most money possible in the shortest time for no effort and no money!?? Really who does that? 97% of prospective buyers look on the internet first, which means you need amazing photos to capture interest, to get on the MUST-SEE list. Don’t play equity jeopardy™ with your investment!  Your competition are new houses- yours must look and feel like one too!

Failure to do so will have a millennial moving on. 

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Transform Your Dental Experience at Main Street Dental in Weatherford, Texas

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Let’s be real—visiting the dentist can be a bit nerve-wracking for many of us. But what if I told you there’s a place that completely transforms your dental experience? That’s exactly what I found at Main Street Dental in Weatherford, TX. Whether you're dealing with tooth pain, overdue for a cleaning, or just want to keep your oral health in check, this dental office offers exceptional care in a warm, welcoming environment.

I know how important it is to find a dental office near me that I can trust, and after my visit to Main Street Dental, I can confidently say that this is the place to go. So, if you’re searching for the best dental office in Weatherford, TX, let me tell you why Main Street Dental should be at the top of your list.

A Dental Office That Feels Like Home

When I first stepped into Main Street Dental, I immediately felt at ease. The atmosphere is calm and inviting, and the staff is incredibly friendly. They greeted me with a smile, and right away, I knew I was in good hands. I’ve been to my fair share of dental offices, but none of them have made me feel as comfortable as this one.

If you’re like me and tend to get anxious about dentist appointments, you’ll appreciate how they go above and beyond to make sure you feel at home. It’s no wonder why they’re considered the top-rated dental office in Weatherford, TX.

Compassionate Care from the Best Dentist in Weatherford, TX

The care I received at Main Street Dental was nothing short of outstanding. The dentist in Weatherford, TX I saw was not only highly skilled but also incredibly compassionate. They took the time to listen to my concerns, explained every part of the process, and made sure I was comfortable the entire time.

What stood out to me the most was how they focused on my individual needs, rather than just rushing me through the appointment. This personal touch is what makes them the best dentist in Weatherford, TX, in my opinion.

Comprehensive Dental Care in Weatherford, TX

Main Street Dental offers a full range of dental services, which is one of the reasons I consider it the best dental office in Weatherford, TX. Whether you’re in for a routine cleaning or something more specialized like crowns, root canals, or fillings, they’ve got you covered.

During my visit, I got a thorough cleaning and some much-needed advice on how to improve my brushing technique. But they offer so much more, from preventive care to cosmetic procedures. If you're ever in need of cosmetic dentistry, this dental office in Weatherford, TX is the place to go. They’ll work with you to ensure you leave with a healthy, beautiful smile.

Searching for a “Dentist Near Me”? Look No Further

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve Googled “dentist near me” when I’ve had a toothache or needed a quick check-up. If you’re in Weatherford and you’re looking for reliable, top-notch dental care, Main Street Dental should be your first choice.

They’re conveniently located in the heart of Weatherford, making it super easy to get to, whether you're coming from work or home. Plus, booking an appointment was a breeze—no long waits or complicated processes. So if you’ve been hunting for the perfect dentist near me, consider your search over.

Personalized Care from the Best Dental Doctor in Weatherford, TX

One thing that really sets Main Street Dental apart is the personalized care they provide. The dental doctor in Weatherford, TX took the time to explain every procedure and made sure I understood what was going on. They didn’t just treat my teeth—they treated me as a person, which is something that’s hard to find.

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Cutting-Edge Dental Care in Weatherford, TX

Another thing I loved about Main Street Dental is how they use the latest technology to provide the best possible care. From digital X-rays to state-of-the-art equipment, they’ve got everything needed to make sure your dental health is in top shape.

It’s clear that they’re committed to offering the best dental care in Weatherford, TX, and that they stay up-to-date with the latest advancements in dentistry. This means more accurate diagnoses, quicker treatments, and less discomfort during procedures.

Comfortable and Pain-Free Treatments

One of the biggest fears many of us have when visiting the dentist is the pain. I used to worry about this too, but after my experience at Main Street Dental, those fears are gone. They make it a point to ensure your treatment is as comfortable and pain-free as possible.

I had to get a cavity filled, and I was amazed at how smooth and painless the whole process was. If you've been avoiding the dentist because you're afraid of discomfort, this dental office in Weatherford, TX will change your mind. Their gentle approach and attention to patient comfort are unmatched.

Top-Rated Dental Office in Weatherford, TX with a Focus on Prevention

What I also appreciated about Main Street Dental is their focus on preventive care. They don’t just fix problems—they help you avoid them in the first place. During my visit, they gave me some great tips on how to improve my brushing and flossing technique, which I’ve already started using.

If you're serious about keeping your teeth and gums healthy for the long haul, this is the top-rated dental office in Weatherford, TX that will help you stay on track.

A Dental Office Near Me That Puts Patients First

After years of searching for the right dentist, I’m so glad I found Main Street Dental. It’s clear that their focus is always on the patient. They make every effort to ensure you feel comfortable, informed, and well taken care of.

If you're like me and have struggled to find a dental office near me that you actually look forward to visiting, I can’t recommend Main Street Dental enough. From routine cleanings to more complex procedures, they’ll make sure you leave with a smile on your face.

Convenient Appointments and Flexible Hours

Life can get busy, and finding time to see a dentist can be tough. Luckily, Main Street Dental offers flexible hours and easy scheduling options. Whether you're looking for an early morning appointment or need to come in after work, they’ll find a time that fits your schedule.

This level of convenience is just one more reason why they’re the best dental office in Weatherford, TX.

Book Your Appointment Today

If you're in Weatherford and looking for the best dentist near me, I can’t say enough good things about Main Street Dental. From their welcoming atmosphere to the exceptional care they provide, this is truly the best dental office in Weatherford, TX.

Whether you're dealing with a dental issue or just need a regular check-up, don’t wait any longer. Book your appointment today and experience the difference that Main Street Dental can make in your oral health. You’ll leave feeling confident, cared for, and, most importantly, with a brighter, healthier smile.

FAQs

Where can I find a dental office near me in Weatherford, TX?Main Street Dental is conveniently located in Weatherford, offering top-quality care to anyone searching for a dental office near me.

Who is the best dentist in Weatherford, TX?Based on my experience, the dentists at Main Street Dental are some of the best in Weatherford, providing compassionate, personalized care.

What services does Main Street Dental offer?They offer a full range of services, including cleanings, fillings, crowns, root canals, and cosmetic dentistry.

Is it easy to book an appointment at Main Street Dental?Yes! They offer flexible hours and convenient scheduling, making it easy to fit dental care into your busy life.

Why should I choose Main Street Dental?With their skilled dentists, patient-centered care, and cutting-edge technology, Main Street Dental is the best dental office in Weatherford, TX for anyone looking to improve their dental health.

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The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Perfect Nail Bar in Brighton

Known for its vibrant culture and eclectic style, Brighton has a galaxy of nail bars, each of them known to provide a unique experience to customers. Both locals and visitors can find the perfect nail bar Brighton to fulfill the needs of their self-care routines. Here is how to choose the best nail bar Brighton.

Look for a Specialization That Suits Your Style

Nail bars in Brighton specialize in a range of themes. You will find minimalist salons exclusively focusing on natural nail care to high-end studios that provide intricate nail art and extensions. Get started by first defining to yourself what your expectations are. You can try to fix your needs into a label like classic French manicure, trendy gel design, or luxury spa experience. For example, if you look forward to detailed nail art, it is advisable to visit a nail bar renowned for creative designs. A number of salons in Brighton specialize in bold and personalized nail art that can turn your nails into a versatile piece of conversation.

Prioritize Hygiene and Cleanliness

While choosing a nail bar Brighton, cleanliness should be your top priority. Know that a reputable salon will have a clean and well-organized space, with all the tools sterilized and proper sanitization practices in place. The best approach is to check online reviews or visit the nail bar in person to assess their hygiene standards. It is a smart idea to opt for salons that use disposable nail files and buffers. If there is a visible sterilization station to sterilize their metal tools, it is a good sign that the salon is the right palce for you. So, adherence to cleanliness and health standards is an important consideration to look for in the nail bar Brighton you choose.

Evaluate the Quality of Products Used

Understand the fact that the quality of products used at a nail bar can make a big difference of ensuring the longevity and health of your nails. Many nail bars in Brighton provide vegan, cruelty-free, and non-toxic options. This approach can work gently on your nails and also environmental friendly. When you choose a nail bar that uses only quality products, you can prevent damage, strengthen your nails, and ensure a beautiful, lasting finish.

Consider Customer Service and Atmosphere

The atmosphere of a nail bar can have a decisive role in creating that overall experience. Whether you wish to choose a cozy, laid-back environment or a more upscale and luxurious setting, you will find a long list of options in Brighton. Some nice things to look for in a good nail bar Brighton are a serene environment with soothing music, comfortable chairs, and complimentary beverages. These aspects will ensure that you land a relaxing self-care session. The quality of customer service is also an important aspect to look for in a good nail care salon.

Conclusion

To be able to find the best nail bar Brighton, you must first start with defining your needs. Do your research and check out some reliable reviews. It is a good idea to visit a few before you settle with one.

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