#undeveloped land

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Well, we missed out again! This property is under contract, already, and it’s a cool cave. It’s in Rolla, Missouri, an Ozark treasure called the Holler Cave, and it’s on 80 acres of land for $289K.

When you enter the mouth of the cave you walk along a spring branch.

Then past several stalactites & stalagmites, and you’ll hear a roar.

It’s an underground waterfall. Wouldn’t this make the coolest water feature?

There’s some dripping from the ceiling.

Locals say that this was once a popular place for dances, & because of the cool air coming out, it was also perfect for 4th of July picnics & parties.

The 80 acre tract is just half a mile off Historic Rts. 66 & I44.

Electric & a well are already in place and it’s bordered on 2 sides by Mark Twain National Forest.

This wooded property has amazing building sites whether you like a private secluded holler or a cleared off hilltop with a view that you can see for miles.

There are 2 year-round creeks that flow through the property, one of which is fed by the spring from the cave.

And, it’s just 7mi from the Gasconade River. I bet some developer bought it.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/0-Pool-Holler-Cave-Rd-Rolla-MO-65401/2059407027_zpid/

[badjokesbyjeff]

I got Mariah Carey a parcel of undeveloped land as a holiday gift.

But she said "I don't want a lot for Christmas."

[iigrowrich]

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[rangers-arecool]

Almáriel

Info coming soon.

BASIC

FULL NAME Almáriel

MEANINGS: Quenya name, derived from alma ("riches, good fortune, wealth")

NICKNAME(S) Mari

GENDER & PRONOUNS Female | She/her

AGE Depends on SL

DATE OF BIRTH Second Age | 3211

PLACE OF BIRTH Armenelos, Numenor

CURRENT RESIDENCE Minas Ithil, Gondor

RACE Man | Númenórean

ORIENTATION Straight | Demi-romantic

PHYSICAL

HEIGHT 6ft

EYE COLOUR Dark grey

HAIR COLOUR + LENGTH Shining gold + waist length

HAIR STYLE Prefers it up in a single braid but wavy when down

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Her hair - although some do complain that they get blinded when sunlight hits it

DOMINANT HAND Left hand

SCAR(S) Hands and arms are dotted with tiny scars that come from years of picking wild herbs and medicinal plants | one scar that is always hidden beneath her tunic after a nightmare gone wrong

CLOTHING Mainly greens and greys | tunics and leggings with a plain cloak when out travelling

PERSONALITY

MORAL ALIGNMENT Neutral

TEMPERAMENT Patient and calm

ANGER Appears so rarely that no one actually knows if she does get angry

LIKES Hot chocolate, the different seasons, watching the sea, listening to nature, travelling, looking after the younger ones, looking for plants and herbs that only appear at night time

DISLIKES Black Númenóreans, Sauron, feeling like she’s being abandoned when a loved one leaves for a while, the sea

EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT Mostly extrovert but mention either her parents or her early years and she’ll go silent

MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL Night Owl. But due to being a Herbalist, she needs to be awake during the day

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN Andúnië, Numenor

LANGUAGE(S) Adûnaic, Sindarin and Quenya

PARENTS They were both Mariners, who went to sea when Almáriel was 5 & were never seen again

ADOPTED FAMILY A group of children called the Mariners’ Orphans of which Almáriel was the eldest

BEST FRIEND Herendil

APPRENTICESHIP Healing | After her untrained skill was noted when she helped some injured mariners

LOYALTIES Mariners’ Orphans, Amandil - the last Lord of Andúnië, Elendil, Isildur and the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, for which she was a healer.

RAISED BY Mainly herself due to being an orphan

MISC

ANIMAL COMPANION is often seen with a wild hound

CRAFT Artist | Painting, drawing and sketching

HOBBIES Watching the dawn & sunset from the highest point, swimming, reading, practicing her fighting with the guards and soldiers

ELEMENT Water

MAIN WEAPONS Daggers

SECONDARY A sword that once belonged to her father

RANDOM FACTS Almáriel taught herself to fight so she could remain safe while looking for herbs | Has a love-hate relationship with the sea. She loves it as she comes from a Mariner family yet it has taken so many of her loved ones away, including her best friend and parents.

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 1

Love at First Sight [Yandere Forest God x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

Tipjar :)

Tw! Dead dove do not Eat! MDNI, NSFW Noncon, oral sex (recieving), Yandere, Implied kidnapping

You go into a newly acquired piece of land to survey it for your job when things start to become strange...

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There was something wrong with these woods.

You were used to seeing some kind of anomaly in your field studies. Maybe the deer or rabbit population was too high, or you would find that an invasive species was beating out a more native one. It was never crazy though outside of the normal, exhausting sludge that was conservationist work. You were sent out by the local government to different wildlife reserves, or areas that were undeveloped to do some basic surveying and then come back and give them updates.

This forest wasn’t any different, initially. It was a newer addition to your city’s ownership, sold to them by a smaller, dying rural town. There were talks of what to do with the land, but first you had to be sent down to make sure they wouldn’t violate any regulations or kill off an endangered species. Not that they really cared. After all, your job was to get professionally ignored.

So you went in, camping gear and your truck in tow, and you began to explore.

Again, it was normal at first.

It was an average area. Normal flora and fauna. In fact, it was kinda impressive how well the area seemed to be doing. There was hardly any trash, no signs of destruction, no weird occurrences. It made you feel kinda happy. You went about your days just noting stuff down, humming happily all the while.

It was fine until the staring started. It began with a squirrel or two. They would just sit there, unmoving, unblinking, always just in the corner of your vision. Odd, sure, but maybe they were trying to see if they could get some of your food you always carried with you? Days passed and it escalated to a couple of birds added in, perched on branches and hidden by thick leaves. Then some bunnies, not even eating or twitching their little noses.

You thought you were going crazy, but nothing could prepare you for when the bigger animals started doing the same damn thing. The deer were one thing, already unsettling and strange, but having a bear watch you, still as a stagnate pond, was terrifying. You weren’t sure what to make of it. The only time the oddly behaving creatures would move were when either you’d get too close (in which they’d back off) or when you explored the forest (in which they’d follow after you in some sort of procession). 

You noted it all down of course. You assumed that it might be an illness, or perhaps they were used to humans? But they didn’t look unwell, and from what you understood, this place was rather isolated, so there was no reason for them to approach you this often. You felt a sense of growing unease with each passing day, with each filled page in your field journal. This was getting too weird. The thing of note was obviously the staring, but you figured that it was definitely not in your area of expertise.

That’s why, after weeks of camping and surveying the woods, you decided to get the fuck out of there. 

You packed up your campsite with little fanfare, hundreds of tiny gazes trained on your back. You glanced around as you loaded up a final few things into your truck, and you had only just realized then how many of them there were. The fauna crowded around the clearing you had settled in like a bated audience, and you shuddered. If you weren’t getting paid so much to stake it out here, then you probably would’ve hightailed it much faster.

“Okay… got my keys…” You mumbled and shuffled through your pockets quickly to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. “Should be good to go now.”

“Go where?”

You spun around, nearly jumping out of your skin in shock. Behind you stood a man, imposingly tall with a stony expression and dark skin. You pressed your hand to your now rapidly beating chest as he towered over you with a tilted head.

“Where are you going?” He repeated, and he prompted out a hand that was seemingly carved out of a deep bark to beckon your words out. You were shocked. His hair was seemingly made of vines connecting him to the earthen ground and shifting in unnatural ways.

“Uhhhh, back home?” Was all you could say in a slightly unsure voice. Seriously, you were at a loss for words. You had never seen such a person, and through your stuttering mind, you were able to guess that whatever was wrong with this place was probably his doing.

The man’s eyebrows (which looked as if they had been carved into his face) furrowed slightly. He placed a hand on his chin in contemplation, his dark hollow eyes and pure emerald pupils narrowing slightly.

“But,” he started, and it felt like his words rung over a hundred times in your head, shaking and lumbering through every node of your soft brain tissue. “But I thought you had come to live here,” He mumbled and reached forward to touch your arm. You flinched back on instinct, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Flower…” The man chided softly. His seeking fingers were more insistent this time, and you could not move back quickly enough before he was snatching you up and drawing you close. You cried out softly as you fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed, shivering in contentment. You cringed at the feeling of shifting, wriggling grass and vines.

“Flower, surely you must know that you cannot go,” He sighed while he ran his hands over your scalp. You blinked. Flower… why was he calling you this? You pushed him back slightly, just to look him in the face.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” You asked. It wasn’t just a name thing, but rather to say ‘who do you think you are?’. He hummed in response, and you can see him taking in every little thing about you. Suddenly, he laughed.

“Don’t you think it’s cruel, my flower? You ask my name but I know naught of yours,” He said with affection blooming between every roll of his tongue. Your vision spun, and suddenly your back was pressed against soft earth and damp grass. You gasped and cried out. Before you could even protest, your shirt was ripped open and your pants were pulled down.

“What silly things you wear,” He chuckled and placed kisses along your neck. The feeling was strange, slightly rigid. “Is this what mortals wear nowadays? So revealing,” He murmured and toyed with the shredded fabric. Your eyes were wide, and you tried to wriggle out from under him. He merely grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back, the vines from his hair enveloping you and wrapping around your limbs. You squeaked as your thighs were pulled apart by the coiling greenery, digging into the softer flesh. 

“I must admit,” the man moved back, letting his breath ghost over your parted legs and crotch. “I was rather taken with you from the moment you arrived.” 

The strange man held you down as he buried his rugged face and strangely glowing tongue in your entrance while stroking your privates with grooved, deft fingers. Your back arched, and you desperately tried to break free. Your frantic pleas for release were soon broken by the sounds of your breathy moans, and your voice rang like a bell in the clearing. Each lap of his rugged tongue sent shivers down your spine and had your toes curling. 

“W-what? Stop that! Let me go!”

Your keys were discarded in the grass, and those fucking animals just kept staring. You could see your writhing, pinned form in the reflection of hundreds of deep, black unblinking pools. You felt sick to your stomach, and no amount of fluttering arousal could disguise that.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had company, and you come here looking like that. No, you’re going nowhere, flower.”

It felt like years were passing as he kissed, licked and held your hips in place with a tender firmness that would have you blushing if he was your lover. Or at least a lover you chose. Your begging was drowned out by your own frantic heartbeat and the humiliating squelch of your own pleasure. Never had you faced such cruel adoration, such gentle violence. Any place that had previously shown off exposed skin was kissed in a brief moment of reprieve from the onslaught. Your arms, your calves, your collar bones which had only just peaked out from under the neckline of your shirt.

Your truck, covered in mud, but still rather nice nonetheless, slowly began to be pulled into the ground by the flowers and flora rapidly growing on the vehicle. Your things! You tried to reach for them, but a hand of his reached up and entwined his fingers with yours.

Your screams of both pleasure and fear were carried by the wind, weaving through trees and filling the forest as naturally as the rustle of leaves. He continued to eat you out, and it was like you could feel his words in your head simply from the graze of his palm. It was overwhelming, and with each wave of heat, each tremble of your body, you sank further and further into his hold.

“Oh, look at you, my flower,” He pressed reverent kisses to your naval. “How you shall bloom in my care.”

More pressure, more bitter white flashes dancing across your vision as you keened and cried. Branches rustled around your face, and you wondered when they had even gotten there in the first place. They sprouted from his back and shielded you from the sun and sky. 

“-made for me-”

“-love…”

“Flower…my flower…”

You caught bits and pieces of his voice, nestled in your ears like sticky pollen. It was too much, and all at once you had come undone, spilling over his face with an anguished, strangled noise.

It was hard to think after that. All you could feel, all you could know was that you were being dragged back into those deep, dark, very wrong woods with a loving smile slotted against your lips and flowers in your hair.

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[communistkenobi]

on a less off-the-cuff note I feel like horror is a good genre to use for critical interventions on the “cozy farming sim” style of game. like there is a baseline settler colonialism & christianity baked into a lot of the mechanics/conventions in farming sims (player character being offered a vast ‘empty’ plot of ‘undeveloped’ land, digging up “ancient artefacts” to donate to a museum, an emphasis on getting away from the city to return to more traditional/small town living, marriage and children as the natural end state of the game, etc) that are genuinely horrifying when you think about them lol. a game highlighting the horror of those conventions would be really fun to play I think

[teaboot]

How do Canadian schools teach about indigenous Canadian history and culture? -a curious USAmerican

In my experience we learned about colonization at the same time as we learned about the formation of Canada. At first it was "European settlers came and pushed out the indigenous population", then in the higher grades we learned more about the how and the why.

For example, how carts full of men with rifles would ride around shooting Buffalo, then leaving the meat on the ground to rot, because "a dead Buffalo is a dead indian", which was so fanatical it almost wiped out wild Buffalo entirely

Also how Canadian settlers were lured in with beautiful hand-painted advertisements for cheap, beautiful, fertile land that was unpopulated and perfect, if only you'd sail over with your entire family and a pocket full of seeds- only to be met with scared, confused, and angry lawful inhabitants already run out of ten other places, and frigid winters, and rocky, forested, undeveloped dirt.

also, smallpox blankets, where "gifts" of blankets infected with smallpox were intentionally given out

And treaty violations- Either ignoring written agreements entirely, or buying them out at insanely low prices and lying about the value, or trading for farming equipment that they couldn't use because they weren't farmers.

Then in the first world war, where they told indigenous peoples here that they'd be granted Canadian citizenship if they enlisted

To Residential schools, which was straight up stealing kids for slavery, indoctrination, and medical experiments

But we also covered the building of the Canadian Railway in which Chinese immigrants were lowered into ravines with dynamite to blow out paths through the mountain for pennies on the dollar

And the Alberta Sterilization Act, where it was lawful and routine procedure to sterilize women of colour and neurodivergent people without their awareness or consent after giving birth or undergoing unrelated surgeries

But I'm rambling.

We kind of learned Aboriginal history at the same time as everything else? Like. This is when Canada was made, and this is how it was done. Now we'll read a book about someone who lived through it, and we'll write a book report. And now a documentary, and now a paper about the documentary. Onto the next unit.

And starting I think in grade 10 our English track was split between English and Aboriginals English, where you could choose to do the standard curriculum or do the same basic knowledge stuff with a focus on Aboriginal perspectives and literature. (I did that one, we read Three Day's Road and Diary Of A Part-Time Indian, and a few other titles I don't remember.)

There was also a lunch room for the Aboriginal Culture Studies where Aboriginal kids could hang out at lunch time if they wanted, full of art and projects and stuff. They'd play music or videos sometimes, that was cool

And one elective I took (not mandatory cirriculum) was a Kwakiutl course for basic Kwakwakaʼwakw language. Greetings, counting to a hundred, learning the modified alphabet, animals, etc. Still comes in handy sometimes at large gatherings cause they usually start with a land recognition thanking whoever's land we're on, with a few thanks and welcomes in their language.

And like- when I was in the US it was so weird, cause here we have Totem poles and longhouses and murals all over and yall... don't? Like there is a very distinct lack of Aboriginal art in your public spaces, at least in the areas I've been

My ex-stepfather, who was American, brought his son out once, and he was so excited to "see real indians" and was legitimately shocked to learn that there weren't many teepees to be found on the northwest coast, and was even *more* shocked when we told him that you have Aboriginal people back home too, bud. Your Aboriginal people are also named "Mike" snd "Vicky" and work as assistant manager at best buy.

If you'd ask me, I'd say that the primary difference is that USAmerica (from what I've seen, and ALSO in entirely too much of Canada) treats our European and Aboriginal conflicts as history, something that's tragic but over, like the extinction of the mammoths, instead of like. An ongoing thing involving people who are alive and numerous and right fucking here

But at the end of the day, I'm white, and there are plenty of actual Aboriginal people who are speaking out and saying much more meaningful things than I can

So I'm just gonna pass on a quote from my Stepmum, who's Cree, that's stuck with me since she said it:

"You see how they treat Mexicans in America? That's how they treat us here. Indians are the Mexicans of Canada."

[reasonsforhope]

"A recent World Meteorological Organization report called heat waves the “deadliest meteorological hazard” from 2015 to 2019, affecting people living on all continents, and setting new national heat records in many regions.

‍Canada’s top weather event in 2021 was British Columbia’s record-breaking heat, according to Environment and Climate Change Canada. The temperature in Lytton, B.C., hit 49.6 C on June 29. The following day a wildfire destroyed 90 per cent of the town, killing two people and displacing 1,200 others.

Heat waves also exacerbate existing health issues, including cardiovascular and respiratory disease. They’re associated with increased hospital admissions, psychological stress and aggressive behavior, as well as excess mortality.

During heat waves, the highest temperatures are often found in urbanized areas. Urbanization is almost always associated with an increase in paved, impervious areas, and often a decrease in greenery. Concrete and asphalt roads, and other built materials readily absorb, store and release heat, raising city temperatures, a phenomenon called the urban heat island.

Many studies have shown that urban forests can reduce the urban heat island, and many policies focus their attention on large green spaces.

Small green spaces, such as yards, rooftops and small parcels of undeveloped land, can make impressive contributions to lowering urban heat, but they are often overlooked when developing strategies for urban cooling.

The effect of small green spaces

Cities rarely have the opportunity to add large green spaces to help counter the effects of heatwaves. Smaller vegetated spaces, however, can still meaningfully decrease local land temperatures.

Small green spaces, such as yards, rooftops and small parcels of undeveloped land, can make impressive contributions to lowering urban heat, but they are often overlooked when developing strategies for urban cooling.

A recent study in Adelaide, Australia, found that tree canopy cover and, to a lesser extent, grass cover decreased local daytime surface temperatures by up to 6 C during extreme summer heat conditions. Further inland, suburban yards and gardens can decrease local surface temperatures up to 5 C.

At a quite small scale, on the order of tens of square metres, trees reduced daytime surface temperatures twice as much as grass cover. But grass and other small, low-lying plants, grow relatively quickly, compared to trees.

Cities should adopt short-term and long-term strategies to respond to extreme heat, including the replacement of paved and impervious surfaces with grasses and turf, and increasing tree plantings to boost canopy coverage.

Amplifying the cooling effect

Furthermore, when managing small green spaces, city planners and foresters can select tree species based on their ability to cool the environment. Green spaces with a high diversity of tree species have a greater cooling effect in spring, summer and fall. They also have a larger maximum drop in temperature in the summer, compared to spaces that are less diverse.

For example, tree canopies with large leaves and high transpiration rates — the evaporation of water from plants occurring at the leaves — could provide more cooling.

Planting a variety of species, of different heights, can have a larger cooling effect than tall trees alone.

The structure of green space may also influence its cooling efficiency. In summer, a plant community with multiple layers of trees, shrubs and herbs can further decrease air temperature by 1 C on a sunny day and 0.5 C on a cloudy day, compared with an area only dominated by tall trees...

But overall, trees usually have a stronger effect on cooling than grass. Planting trees in groups, not individually or in lines, is recommended for regulating the microclimate (local climate conditions near the Earth’s surface).

Small green spaces can offer a lot of summer cooling in cities. And cities can learn to manage the configuration of small green spaces better to get more cooling benefits and minimize the trade-offs."

-via GoodGoodGood, July 4, 2024

[vintagelasvegas]

Holiday Inn / Slot Joynt / Viscount / Boardwalk Hotel & Casino

The Strip's first Holiday Inn (1966) developed into the Boardwalk Hotel & Casino. 3740-3750 Las Vegas Blvd S.

Holiday Inn ('66-'85)

’65-66: Holiday Inn was built on previously undeveloped land, opened Feb. ’66 with a 6-floor tower later known as the “Steeplechase” tower. Homer Rissman, architect. Local 226 Culinary and Local 165 Bartenders picket the business from Mar. through Fall '66.

’68: 4-story addition later known as the “Luna Park” wing opens behind Steeoplechase wing.

’72: Norbert Jansen opens Holiday Gifts at the hotel. Whether Jansen was involved with Holiday Inn prior is unknown. Jansen runs the business here until his death in ’97.

’77: Holiday Gifts begins doing business as Slot Joynt Casino. The casino operates as Slot Joynt in front of the hotel in a new building until rebranding as Boardwalk in '89.

Viscount Hotel ('85-'89)

’85: Viscount and Holiday Gifts (Jansen) acquire the hotel and rebranded Viscount Hotel (RJ 6/16/85). Hotel and casino, separate until now, establish physical connection.

Boardwalk Hotel & Casino ('89-'06)

’89: hotel and casino rebranded as Boardwalk Hotel & Casino in Feb. Jansen proposes the addition of a 21-story working slot machine. This idea was rejected by the Clark County Commission. Revised plans by architect Weldon Simpson are approved, but never built.

’94: Boardwalk Casino Inc goes public, begins partnership with Holiday Inn, renamed Holiday Inn Boardwalk.

’95: Dreamland tower addition.

’96: Coney Island-themed expansion.

’98: Wynn/Mirage purchase.

’00: MGM-Mirage merge.

’03: Holiday Inn affiliation ends, renamed Boardwalk Hotel & Casino.

’06: closed 1/06; tower demolished 5/06, replaced with City Center’s Mandarin Oriental.

Sources include Boardwalk timeline published by MGM-Mirage. Boardwalk Hotel and Casino Records (MS-00093), UNLV Special Collections & Archives.

[i-am-aprl]

The world ignorantly thinks that Palestine was empty and completely undeveloped until it was invaded by Israel in 1948!

These historical images from 1930 to 1940 show us that not only Palestine was beautiful, but it was highly developed for its time, rivaling even the most beautiful European cities of that era such as London, Paris, and Berlin!

Share it so that the world knows the truth about Palestine's beauty and development before occupation! robinson.selina No it was not a crappy piece of land.

Go educate yourself and your Zionist friends.

[iigrowrich]

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[probablyasocialecologist]

SP: In light of this humanitarian solutionism being so reliant on technology rather than political demands, it seems relevant that Israel brands itself as a tech capital. Water technology is a major part of Israel’s nation-building project, from its aspirations of “making the desert bloom,” to its pride in exporting desalinated water to neighboring countries like Jordan. Israel starves Palestinians of water with one hand, and exports it with the other. How does this benefit its global image? MD: Since its creation, Israel has promoted itself as a modernization project. The idea that Israel is coming to these desolate, undeveloped environments to make them flourish fits into a colonial logic that different colonial powers have used to exploit and erase indigenous presence on the land. When Israel promotes itself as a leader in environmental technologies, it exports not only technology, but also the techniques for governing colonized people. For example, their projects that travel to other places around the world lead to a higher level of privatization of water resources, and higher levels of exclusion of colonized people from their resource development, while ensuring a state hegemony over these resources in those places. For this export to happen, Palestinians must first live with manufactured thirst and manufactured scarcity of resources. Technology doesn’t really move apolitically. 

Systematic Thirst: An Interview with Muna Dajani

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Well, this one got me. Looks like a normal 1976 Mid-century modern in South Range, WI. The back reminds me of a motel, but it does have a whopping 9bds, 4ba, so it's a large home. $1.1M.

But, that was just the front & back. The entire middle of the house is underground. The Realtor Description says: Structure Type: Earth Home & Characteristics (Muck (?), Undeveloped, Elevation-Low, etc.) MUCK? That doesn't sound good. We must see the interior.

The entrance. Wait a minute, this is a hotel- the doors have numbers. WTF? The description says "built by preppers for preppers," and "many features 'just in case.'" Oh, like whoever, or whatever, can't come thru the glass front.

This house really took me by surprise. It looks like a commune, but each floor has its own living setup, and is supposed to be like a 3 family home.

So, this is unit #1's kitchen. Typical MCM style.

The bedrooms don't have separate baths. So, it's 1 bath per unit.

This floor has a sauna & shower room.

Huge living room. Like the Zombie Apocalypse couldn't just open the sliding doors.

Kitchen in the lower level, which is unit 2.

The bath.

One of the bedrooms. They're pretty roomy and each one has a different configuration.

Living room in the back of the house for unit 2.

Unit 3 kitchen.

I was wondering what this is, is it some sort of bunker?

Unit 3 is in the basement level. By the look of the various welcome mats, all of these rooms are occupied separately.

Game room.

2 sets of washers & dryers.

What, no giant cans of food? This is really just a boarding house.

The power room. Just one water heater for 9 bedrooms? Heat is a combination of wood & propane.

Large patio.

8 car garage. The tower in the background is an old wind generator.

This was a generator house that's now empty.

Shooting range to practice shooting the intruders.

80 acres of land- so the property is huge.

https://www.trulia.com/home/5312-s-stone-rd-south-range-wi-54874-79382055

[ranticore]

aforementioned Siren Reproduction Bible

All people of Siren are the same sex and can perform the reproductive role of insemination and pregnancy (barring injury, congenital variation, hormonal issues etc that might prevent someone from fulfilling these roles). This means that every GMO human was designed to have the same anatomical setup; internal testes (one for harpies, two for everyone else), ovaries (one for harpies, two for everyone else), uterus, cervix, vaginal canal, and penis which can be everted for use (i.e it is usually stored inside the body; in this case within the vulva proximal to the vaginal opening). Because they are all mammals, they all have mammary glands and two nipples. Selkies and zeta also have a two-chambered pouch with a muscular opening which can be entirely shut for diving and swimming. Everybody menstruates, however, this is a very quick (1-2 days max) stage and produces very little blood.

Sex between people of different body types is entirely normalised and happens literally everywhere but conception can only occur with two aquatic Sirenians of the same type (two phocids, two selkies, two zeta) and between all harpies. This is because harpies all arise from the same original population while the aquatics come from entirely separate populations and are far more genetically distinct.

When penetrative sex occurs between two parties, usually it's one penetrating the other. But because of the genital layout, it is possible for mutual penetration to take place if one of them sort of goes reverse cowgirl about it and there are no tails in the way. This is called 'doubling' and a lot of very vulgar terms besides. People being people, any other imaginable sex act is possible within the limits of biology.

Attitudes towards sex vary by culture but there is no form of puritanism or 'chastity' culture. Often, smaller villages might place a stronger emphasis on sex for procreation rather than pleasure and try to discourage the latter.

Gestation periods and pregnancies differ dramatically between body types. Phocids have the longest gestation period and can be pregnant for up to 11 months, giving birth to a single relatively precocious child who must be large and developed enough to be able to swim unassisted from birth. In many southern Spiral villages, the all-bearer, a village elder, is responsible for arranging couplings. The all-bearer's experience is considered key to nurturing a strong population, and any reproduction without permission is considered unlucky and the offspring not truly a member of the village (doomed to be essentially homeless even in the heart of the village). Phocids who experience an Oops pregnancy in this situation might try to foist the baby off on an approved couple, if one can be found and is agreeable.

Selkies and zeta, as marsupials, are only pregnant for three months before the very undeveloped foetus is born and transferred by hand to the pouch. It's relatively common for the marsupials to have twins but triplets present an issue in there being only two chambers of the pouch. A surrogate nursemaid has to be located otherwise the third foetus is unlikely to survive. The baby is able to emerge for short periods at around 9 months but won't go outside fulltime until almost two years of age. While nursing a child, an aquatic marsupial cannot be submerged for long periods of time. Baby needs to breathe too. When submersion is required, particularly among pelagic people, it's common to baby swap with other nursing parents, doing a lil bit of daycare while the parent goes off on a long fishing trip.

In the case of zeta there's no issue with swimming, as they spend most/all of their time on dry land.

Harpies all have the same gestation period, a cool four months. The foetal growth is inconsistent; it seems to grow slowly the first three months before entering a developmental spurt for the last few weeks. This minimises the amount of time a flighted harpy has to sit around unable to fly. Longwings have relatively good heavy-lifting abilties in flight and tend to handle it well, while shortwings are grounded for the last two or three weeks. During this time they need to find a safe space and, if they live in a small village or if they're solitary, they need to plan to be tied to that safe space for about a year, as the baby is born very premature compared to a regular human baby and requires constant care.

In many villages with high shortwing populations, a communal nursing bower becomes a necessity. The one in the Spire is particularly large and infamous; every shortwing citizen of the Spire is obliged to spend a couple of months working in the nursing bower every few years. It's similar to jury duty, you get a summoning letter and have to drop your work and report for duty. Birthing parents will leave pretty much asap, and likely have no further contact with their child after that. It's the nursery workers' job to raise the children in similar-age groups, feeding them and providing their first lessons. Shortwing children grow and mature very rapidly after birth and are considered teens at around 7 [Earth] years old. They are named by an official from the university who assigns each kid a unique prefix which will be used as the first part of their adult name.

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I said this in a whole reblog, but just copy-pasting to a separate post because I think it'll give some reading comprehension and reblogs don't show up in the search feature.. again, I'm reiterating what I said in another post.

Go check out @demidokuriya 's post for this; OP's post made me put this all down in like. 20 minutes. Mind went vroom vroom cuz HEY THEY'RE ONTO SOMETHING.

(They also reblogged the post with some hint to some behind the scenes of what led to the ideas if you wanna check that out)

Look below at how, when Mineta told AFO to spare Tokoyami, AFO specifically went "..."

He remembers Jirou and thinks, The braying howls of the weak...

He was going to take Tokoyami's Quirk. He took Hawks'. But after Mineta pleaded with him, AFO just straight-up left and didn't take anyone else's Quirk.

AFO saw Yoichi in Mineta.

These scenes are near-identical to each other.

Mineta and Yoichi (at that time) are both much smaller than the normal person at their age

They're both hurt, yet dragged themselves up from the ground to throw something at AFO, to get his attention and make their voice

Both are considered weak, even if they have a Quirk (Mineta's Pop-Off and Yoichi's undeveloped Factor)

The fact that Yoichi got AFO's attention here by throwing a can at him, while Mineta got his attention by throwing a Pop-Off ball; and it stuck.

Mineta's call for his attention landed and actually stuck to AFO. This is unlike when Yoichi and his can bounced off, and AFO kicked him, not listening to him; AFO listened to Mineta and left Tokoyami alone, technically doing what Mineta wanted—to not hurt this person.

AFO just went on to hurt more people away from Mineta's [Yoichi's] eyes so the small weakling wouldn't see.

Yoichi and Mineta both cried to AFO to not hurt in his ways, when AFO was intent on stealing people's Quirks

AFO even stole Hawks' Quirk during this time.

He had time to steal Hawks' Quirk, and though he could've tossed him to the side, he let Hawks stand in his way.

He had the energy. Right after this event, he flew off and left the scene. But he didn't go for Tokoyami immediately.

And this let Mineta play his part, and remind AFO of Yoichi.

"A putrid, festering Quirk Factor."

That sounds like Yoichi, AFO.

".. such garbage."

Hey hey hey, what did Yoichi throw at him when they were kids?

A discarded can. Garbage.

This chapter (385) where AFO listens to Mineta is literally called [A Youthful Urge].

Mineta told AFO to take his Pop-Off (hurt him) instead. But last time, AFO hurt Yoichi by kicking him; this time, AFO not only listened to Mineta to not hurt Tokoyami, but didn't touch Mineta at all.

Even though this time, Mineta [Yoichi] offered to take that place of suffering.

Yoichi didn't do that back then. AFO just turned on little Yoichi anyway.

Yoichi through his whole existence is literally [the braying howls of the weak]. AFO acknowledges he's weak and idealistic, yet he still loves him.

Side note about this panel, I think it's interesting that in this vision, this was the first time we saw Yoichi's eyes: when he was being defiant, despite being pushed down by someone much stronger than him.

Really characteristic of him, honestly. Yoichi's soft-spoken and frail, but it's always reiterated that Yoichi had a powerful will against his stronger big brother.

Mineta at this moment reminded him too much of Yoichi, because the two scenes are near-identical to each other. Parallels, really.

Reiterating something from OP's post that I reblogged this from;

"The reminder of his brother made him uncomfortable, so he hurried away."

AFO didn't want to hurt Yoichi again.