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[immunobuffoono]

The VECTRA Blood Panel

*Scroll to the bottom portion of this post to view my test results...

PSA: If you are struggling with a mystery illness and cannot find the "right" medical specialists, I do formally recommend making a request to your most trusted physician about a blood serum/plasma panel known as "VECTRA." Testing individual inflammatory markers like C-Reactive Protein (CRP) and Erythrocyte Sedimentation Rate (ESR) will inform you about potential inflammation underway in your body, but VECTRA is far more comprehensive & can give you insight into your disease activity as compared to a large population of patients with diagnosed rheumatoid arthritis.

[Sort of Unnecessary Side Quest: HAVING A NEGATIVE ANA RESULT IS NOT A REASON FOR A PHYSICIAN'S DISMISSAL! Personally, I have consistently tested negative on ANA panels, and after 20 years of this horseshit, that god awful test is the sole reason for being dismissed by many, many specialists time and time and time and time and time again... A negative ANA alongside positive inflammatory markers (like CRP & ESR) is termed "seronegative." Seronegative autoimmune diseases, although far less common, are absolutely real and deserve the same attention from physicians as the more common, seropositive autoimmune diseases. VECTRA can help prove your pain is valid and needs treatment, especially in the face of a consistently negative ANA!]

VECTRA Panel Pros/Cons (& What It Can Do For You)

What it definitely means/can do to help expedite the diagnostic process:

Measures RA disease activity: VECTRA provides an objective score reflecting the level of inflammation and joint damage that is suspected to occur without appropriate and prompt treatment.

Monitors treatment response: Helps doctors determine whether a patient's RA treatment is working or if adjustments are needed.

Assesses risk of joint damage: Higher scores are associated with increased risk of progressive joint damage.

Incorporates multiple biomarkers: The test evaluates 12 proteins associated with inflammation and immune activation, offering a more comprehensive look at disease activity compared to single-marker tests (e.g., CRP alone).

What it could mean but is not definitive without further testing:

Could indicate active inflammation: A high VECTRA score suggests ongoing inflammation, but it does not pinpoint the exact cause. Additional testing is needed to determine if another condition (e.g., chronic infection, another autoimmune disease with similar features, certain types of cancer, etc.) is contributing.

Could correlate with other inflammatory conditions: While designed for RA, some biomarkers in the test can be elevated due to other inflammatory or autoimmune diseases.

Does not confirm or rule out RA: A high or low VECTRA score alone does not diagnose or exclude rheumatoid arthritis—other clinical criteria and tests (ANA, RF, Anti-CCP, Tissue Imaging, Gene Mutation Analysis, etc.) are required for a diagnosis.

What it does not mean/can't tell you/can't do for you:

Not Covered by All Insurances: VECTRA is a Labcorp-owned blood panel. Unfortunately, this privatization of services does mean that VECTRA may not be covered by certain health insurance plans. Be sure to check with your insurance company first before moving forward with testing.

Does not diagnose RA: VECTRA is a disease activity test, not a diagnostic test for rheumatoid arthritis specifically.

Does not differentiate between different autoimmune diseases: Elevated markers may suggest inflammation, but they do not confirm RA specifically. The test simply compares your disease activity with approximately 300,000 patients definitively diagnosed with RA and can help define the severity of the disease activity in your body.

Not useful for all RA patients: Some people, particularly those with low CRP levels or seronegative RA, may not get reliable results from this test.

Not a replacement for imaging or clinical assessment: While VECTRA provides valuable biomarker data, physical exams, imaging (X-rays, MRIs), and other lab tests remain essential for evaluating RA progression.

My VECTRA Blood Panel Results

What My Results Definitely Mean For Me:

My Vectra DA Score is 45, which falls into the high disease activity category.

A high Vectra score indicates that I have some sort of disease underway that is highly active & that correlates with an increased risk of radiographic progression (observable joint damage/erosion). In other words, I am dealing with a chronic, observable disease which is causing severe & ongoing damage to my body - resulting in multi-system organ involvement and an array of primary diagnoses that may rather be secondary comorbidities of my unnamed systemic illness instead. AKA it means I'm sick AF you guys. Literally all the time. For 20 fucking years straight.

My 1-year risk of radiographic progression is 7%, suggesting a predictable joint damage progression within the coming year if left untreated or mismanaged.

My highest inflammatory marker percentile result listed was EGF (Epidermal Growth Factor), which showed that, compared to the tested RA patients, I am in the >99th percentile for this inflammatory marker. This essentially means that, if continued to be left unmanaged, the progression of this disease could result in irreparable joint and tissue damage. [These higher percentile scores typically display which disease pathway that needs to be targeted in order to treat the condition.] (Example: Biologics that treat diseases like Crohn's often target Interleukin 6, an inflammatory cytokine that, for me, has always tested within the normal range. Long story short, this VECTRA panel helps pinpoint possibilities for treatment potentially [despite maybe never being able to give this a formal name], but due to the complexity of my case, we still have a long way to go and lots more tests to undergo before this gal could potentially see any sort of remission.)

Other Resources

"A Guide to Your VECTRA Molecular Result" as Published by Labcorp for Patients

"Guiding Rheumatoid Arthritis Treatment Decisions" (with regard to VECTRA results) as published by Labcorp for Patients

"Rheumatoid Arthritis Comprehensive Testing Capabilities" as Published by Labcorp for Patients

[angora48]

Casanova - 2 - "Charming Proclivities"

Chapter 3

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Smiling through a hiccup, Casanova let her help him take his shirt off. Her hands went immediately to his bare stomach.

“I lo-*hmmp!*-love the feel of-*hmmk-mmp!*-of you,” Casanova said. He wrapped one arm around her waist while he massaged her breast with the other hand, hiccupping as he kissed her neck and behind her ear. “The for-*hmmk!*-form of you. *HIC-ulk!* The curve-*hmmk!*-curve of you. *hup!*”

Casanova takes his gift for Geneviève to its logical conclusion.

CW: All the sexual content.

This is the end of "Charming Proclivities." Thanks for reading!

Geneviève turned so she was facing Casanova, straddling his lap. Coyly, she twisted the sash on her dressing gown between her fingers. “I’m afraid I’m in need of assistance, monsieur,” she teased. “I find myself terribly encumbered.”

Casnova tsked through a hard “*hulk!*”, grabbing the sash and pulling her in closer to him. “I have ev-*hmmp!*-every duty to hel-- help a la-*hmmk-mmp!*-lady in need,” he remarked. “*huck!*” Kissing her neck, he untied the sash and slowly drew her dressing gown off.

She offered him a delicious pout as she play-tugged helplessly at her shift. “St-*hmmk!*-still?” Casanova asked. Geneviève nodded. “My p-*hmmk!*-poor dear. *HIC-uck!*”

He pulled the shift over her head, and her skin was soft and dimpled and perfect. Geneviève’s fawn-colored curls were endearingly askew, and there was look in her green eyes that was somehow both hungry and tender. 

“I thank the gentleman for coming to my aid,” Geneviève purred. She gripped his shirt. “You must let me return the favor.”

Smiling through a hiccup, Casanova let her help him take his shirt off. Her hands went immediately to his bare stomach.

“I lo-*hmmp!*-love the feel of-*hmmk-mmp!*-of you,” Casanova said. He wrapped one arm around her waist while he massaged her breast with the other hand, hiccupping as he kissed her neck and behind her ear. “The for-*hmmk!*-form of you. *HIC-ulk!* The curve-*hmmk!*-curve of you. *hup!*”

Geneviève shivered as he hiccupped in her ear. Casanova gently caressed her nipple, jerking with another strong hiccup, and she gave a little gasp.

Casanova grinned. He’d discovered that, when making love, Geneviève’s hiccups worsened in sympathy with her pleasure. If his touch aroused her, her hiccups would come faster and harder, to the point where she could hardly speak. It was like her pleasure was ringing a bell to signal him, and over the last two months, this had helped Casanova plot a thorough mental map of her body. He knew exactly how Geneviève liked to be touched and where.

So he traced his fingertips lightly up her back, intensifying her shiver. “*huck!*” As she arched, he hiccup-kissed down her chest. “*hmmk!*….*hmmk-mmp!*…*llp!*” Casanova wasn’t sure it’d be wise to suck her nipple while he had the hiccups, mindful of his teeth, but he caressed it with his tongue. “*holk!*…*HUK-ulk!* Mmm….”

“Aahhhh—oh, M-Monsieur Casanova!” Geneviève moaned. He fondled one breast with his hand while his tongue stroked the other. “Ohhhhh!”

Casanova smiled, looking up at her. “*huck!* You like that-*hmmp!*-that?”

“Mmm-mmmm…” Geneviève murmured, biting her lip as she nodded fiercely. She writhed a little on his lap.

“You n-*hmmp!*-needn’t hold b-*hmmk-mmp!*-back,” Casanova reminded her. “*HIC-uck!* You’re not-*hmmp!*-not the one wh-*hmmk!*-who has them th-- this time, *hup!* so you don’t-*hmmp!*-don’t need to wor-*hmmk!*-worry about losing th-*hmmp!*-them.”

When Geneviève had the hiccups, they were invariably cured when she reached the peak of her ecstasy, so on any given night together, Casanova could only bring her to climax once. Not so tonight.

Geneviève shuddered. An “ahh-ohhhh-ahhhh…” coaxed its way out of her, giving in to the wants of her deliciously sensitive sex—Casanova could feel how wet she was. Managing a nod, she plunged her hand between her legs while he caressed her breasts with his nimble fingers and tongue.  “Ahhhhh-ahhhhhh!”

“Tha-*hmmk!*-that’s it,” Casanova said, grinning. He hiccupped kisses along her neck as it arched with her pleasure.

“Mmmm—t-tell me,” Geneviève urged breathlessly. “Tell me you have them.”

This perplexed Casanova a little, but he was happy to oblige. “I do-*hup!*” he said. “I have the-*hmmk-mmp!*-them.”

“Unnhhh, no—n-not that,” Geneviève told him. Her arm was around his neck now, her body pressing close to his, feeling every jerk and leap of his hiccups. “Say it properly. You have th-the…the…”

Ah—so Geneviève had difficulty saying the word herself, but she still had a desire to hear it. Casanova pulled her even closer, hugging her thighs. “Say wh-*hmmp!*-what? *huck!*” he teased, low in her ear. “‘Hiccu-*hmmk!*-hiccups’?”

She moaned, holding him tightly as she kissed the nape of his neck. “Y-yes, monsieur…” she panted.

Oh, Casanova was going to enjoy this. Easing his hand down between their bodies, he found her slick, eager sex, felt the heat coming off it. “Genevi-*hmmk!*-Geneviève,” he said, rubbing gently, “*HIC-ulk!* I have th-*hmmp!*-the hiccups.”

“God…” Geneviève groaned. Her fingers dug into his back.

“I was-*hmmk!*-was drinking wi-*hmmk-mmp!*-wine,” Casanova told her. A little faster now, circular motions with just the right pressure. “And I thi-*hmmk!*-think I drank too-*hmmp!*-too fast, *HIC-uck!* and I star-*hmmk!*-started to hic-- hiccup. *HULK!*”” 

Geneviève whimpered, panting hard. What else would she like to hear? “Now they wo-*hmmp!*-won’t stop,” Casanova continued. “*huck!* I can’t m-- make them go-*hmmk!*-go away. *HIC-uck!* I h-*hmmp!*-have the hiccups s-*hmmk-mmp!*-so badly-- badly. *HUCK!*”

He slipped his finger inside her, caressing the places that made her scream. “Ohhhhhh…” Geneviève moaned. “Ahhh-ahhhhhh…”

“Can y-*hmmp!*-you feel how-*hmmk-mmp!*-how hard they-*hmmk!*-they are, *HIC-uck!* my love?” Casanova asked, his teasing fingers bringing her slowly to a crescendo of ecstasy. “*HUCK!* These h-*hmmk!*-hiccups are so har-*hmmp!*-hard. *hulk!* I feel them-- them in my ch-*hmmk-mmp!*-chest, *HUP!* and my sto-*hmmp!*-stomach, *HIC-ulk!* and my-*hmmk!*-my throat. *hulk!* I just don-*hmmp!*-don’t know how-*hmmk!*-how I can get ri-- rid of these hic-*hmmk-mmp!*-hiccups.”

As her passion overcame her, Geneviève wailed, her breasts heaving as Casanova left her breathless. What an exquisite woman she was! She melted into his arms.

When she recovered herself, Geneviève held Casanova’s face in her hands, her eyes shining as they met his. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, still panting a little.

“I’m gl-*hmmk!*-glad you think-*hmmk-mmp!*-think so-*huck!*” Casanova said, “Because I-- I did thin-*hmmp!*-think of one cure I m-*hmmp!*-might try, *HIC-uck!* but I nee-**hmmk!*-need your assistan-- assistance. *HUP!*” With a suggestive smile, he began to open his breeches.

“Are you sure?” Geneviève asked, and Casanova loved that, as much as his hiccups were driving her wild, she could still look at him with concern in her eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. This is already more than I could have ever—”

“C-*hmmk!*-come now,” Casanova chided gently. With a hard “*HIC-ulk!*, he nibbled her earlobe. “Who knows wh-*hmmk-mmp!*-when we’ll get anothe-*hmmp!*-another chance like th-*hmmk!*-this? *hup!* We ought to ta-- take every adva-*hmmk-mmp!*-advantage. *HULK!*”

He gave her an overly earnest look, hiccupping as he stroked her cheek. “Unle-*hmmk!*-unless you’re saying y-*hmmk-mmp!*-you don’t want to-*HUCK!*” he teased.

“Oh, heavens, do I want to!” Geneviève insisted. After Casanova’s next hard “*HIC-uck!*”, she leaned in, kissing the very corner of his mouth before she caught his lip between her teeth. “My god! It’s just, you know how mine get, when we make love. How they get so much worse as I….”

Casanova grinned as his head snapped back with a strong “*HULK!*” Cupping her buttocks, he hefted her a little more securely onto his lap. “Then I g-*hmmk-mmp!*-guess you’d better h-*hmmp!*-hold on tight,” he told her. “*HIC-uck!* We wouldn’t w-- want you to f-*hmmk!*-fall off.”

He felt her shiver in his arms. “Y-*hmmk*-yes?” he asked.

Geneviève nodded, her gaze ravenous. “As long as you’re all right.”

“I-*hmmk-mmp!*-I am,” Casanova promised her. “But I th-*hmmk!*-think I could use-*hmmp!*-use a hand? *HIC-ulk!*”

Playfully now, Geneviève opened Casanova’s breeches and rubbed his cock. Over the course of their night so far, Casanova could tell his hiccups had gotten slightly worse—a little faster, and even harder than they’d been before—but as she stroked him, the effect was evident.

“*HULK!*” he hiccupped as his senses ignited, followed quickly by a strong “*HIC-ulk!*” that thumped hard in his chest.

“Unnhhhhh…” Geneviève murmured, squirming a little on his lap as she started rubbing faster.

As she stroked, the hiccups came swift and powerful. “*HUP!*--*HIC-olk!*--*HOK!*”

“Y-you see what I mean?” Geneviève asked, breathing almost as hard as he was. “Do you want to keep going?”

“I’m a-*HMMP!*-all right-*HUP!*” Casanova assured her. Louder, faster, harder, but they couldn’t embarrass him now, not when she looked at him like that. He glanced down at his cock, smiling. “And I’m-*HMMK-mmp!*-I’m read-*HMMK!*-ready if-*HMMP!*-if you are. *HUCK-olk!*”

“God, yes!” Geneviève said. She threw her arms around him with something between a squeal and a whimper.

Holding her by her curves, Casanova lifted her a little and slid into her. “*HOLK!*--*HUP-pp!*--HIC-ulk!*” As Geneviève felt his hard, fast hiccups inside her, she moaned loudly, clutching him and letting her teeth sink into his shoulder.

Casanova wasn’t sure if his hiccups were dictating the rhythm of his thrust, or if his every movement in her was making him hiccup. They both bounced on the bed at the force of them, and his jerking stomach slapped against hers. Geneviève screamed desperately while Casanova gulped in breath between hiccups.

“*HUCK!*-*HUCK-ulk!*--*HOLK!**HUK!*-*HULK!*-*HIC-olk!**HUCK-pp!*”

They came together to the height of their pleasure, Geneviève clinging to Casanova as his hiccups bucked her. Ecstasy broke over them like a wave, and they collapsed into each other’s arms.

Casanova smiled, rather amazed, as he tried to catch his breath—just like that, his hiccups were gone.

“Mmm,” Geneviève murmured, kissing his neck. “You’re wonderful. There’s never been a man like you.”

He laughed, gathering her up in his embrace as he sank down onto the pillow. “I’m glad I was finally able to have them for you,” he said. “And that they met your approval. Think how embarrassing it would have been to be together all this time, only to discover that I have thoroughly unattractive hiccups.” He smiled to himself when she shivered at the word hiccups.

A thought stirred. “Can they be unattractive?” Casanova asked. “Have you heard some that you don’t like?”

Geneviève nodded, wrinkling her nose. She shifted around, lying on Casanova’s chest with her chin on her hands. “Of course,” she said. “But yours are…my god, they’re just divine!” She kissed his chest. “I don’t know how often you get them. You could get them every day and I’d still be greedy for them.”

“I wish I knew how to get them every day,” Casanova admitted, giving her a squeeze.

Geneviève smiled. “That’s not something it would’ve ever occurred to you to want two months ago,” she mused.

“No,” Casanova agreed. “Before we met and I learned about your charming proclivities, I gave hiccups hardly any thought at all.”

“Well,” she told him, “even if you don’t get them very often—even if you scarcely ever get them, just know they’re worth waiting for.”

Casanova liked that. He’d always had an unquenchable temperament, and he had a habit of bringing out the same tendency in his lovers. Women thrilled to be near him—eager for the immediate gratification of his touch and his kiss, eager for the permission they felt to be hungry for him. But there was something novel, and rather sublime, in being worth waiting for.

[elacular-kink]

The Hagwife's Hicccups 1 (aka Hicvember 29: Supernatural)

I wound up writing a decent amount. I think I also might end up doing more with these characters in the future. Could work with my more "Out there" kinks, one of which is already on display in this one.

Now has a sequel story.

TW: Death (mentioned), loneliness, religious trauma (implied)

Kinks: Hiccups, bubbles, stomach noises, burps, uh...voooooore? Kinda? Living creature inside of another living creature.

"I'm so–*HUP* sorry, are you th---the hag?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and braced myself for what was coming as the soft, round woman outside my door stared at me. Compared to her, with my bone-white skin and hair and my scrawny form, I may as well have been a skeleton. "Yes, I'm the hag. The old one's dead. What do you want?"

Her head whipped back and forth, and she looked stupidly innocent and naive even though she was at least half a decade older than me. Her case of the hiccups probably added to that, especially with how it made her whole body hop and the little surprised way her eyes would widen when they came, not that I should have been paying attention to that. I wondered if the gardens full of herbs, chimney smoke that transformed into clouds, and the generally mystical aura that my previous master's hut had about it was enough to convince people I was serious. If I had to start wearing her black dresses and pointed hats, I'd be irritated.

This prospective patient was already irritating me. Her nervous gaze finally landed on me again. "I, um–*HMK!* Oh! I-I'm sorry, I–*HIUK-UCK* I really should be goi—"

"What do I need to do to prove to you people that I'm a professional?!" I knew that "yelling at random women" was not the correct answer, but I was sick of people hovering outside of my hut or coming to meet me, then walking away when they found out I was all they were getting. "Dye my hair black? Age seventy years? Put a hex on anyone who comes within a mile of my house?!" It only occurred to me after I said that that it sounded like a threat, and the woman had taken a few steps back. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "No. Sorry. I won't curse you. I'm not that kind of hag." As much as I was tempted to become one sometimes.

"I-It's not th–*ACK-ulp* th-that." She shook her head, then shook again with another hiccup, and with how scared she looked I was a bit surprised she hadn't lost them. "I'm so–*URK* sorry, I know that a ha–*UCK* hag's time is ve–*HURK* very imp–*UP* important." There were few things I could think of right now that were less important than my copious free time, but I knew that saying as much would be nothing but trouble should people ever actually start coming to me for help. "And you're o–*olk* only supposed to g---go to a ha–*ulk* hag for serious *HUP* problems—"

I sighed again. "No, you're only supposed to go to a hag for problems nobody else can solve. There are plenty of serious problems that I want nothing to do with and plenty of small problems I'm the best option for. I can't fix everything. Some problems are forever. But I won't know unless you tell me what it is."

"Oh. *OLP*" That seemed to calm her down a bit. "W-well, if, um–*HMK* if it's no–*HOK* not a bo---bother for you–*HIUK–ULK!*" That louder hiccup burst out of her, as did a few shimmery little bubbles that floated up from her mouth before popping in the air, each with a very audible little hiccup of its own. Her round cheeks were flushed and she covered her mouth with both hands. "...I ha–*UP* have the hiccups. *HMK* And they wo–*HOLK* won't go away. *HMK-mmp* And sometimes the–*IC-ULP*–p-puh!" She exhaled more bubbles which forced their way past her fingers, transforming into dozens of tiny ones rather than a handful of small ones to do so. "...they do that. *HMK*."

"Yyyyep. That's a hag problem." I bit my inner lip to make sure I didn't smile. It wouldn't behoove me to act happy about a patient's suffering, no matter how minor. "Come inside and sit on one of the chairs." I held open the door for her and she nodded before rushing in, looking around and finding her way to what was once my master's favorite squishy seat.

Speaking of my master, I nearly heard her screeching voice in my head: "Just because you think you know what it is doesn't mean you shouldn't check! More mistakes are made in assumption than ignorance!" The fact that she was wise didn't make her shrieks any less painful or her advice any less annoying, but I'd have been stupid not to listen to her because of that. "I have a theory what's causing this, but I'd like to give you an examination to be sure."

"O-of course! *HMNK!*" I switched from my smoky quartz glasses to my normal ones, then turned and started rooting through the previous hag's stuff. Even after months of living here alone, I still hadn't managed to sort out and fix her incomprehensible system of storing things. "Um, m–*HMP* may I ask fo–*URK* for your name? *HNK-lk!*"

"You may ask." After hearing a few hiccups behind me and getting a glimpse at her dumb, confused face, I felt bad enough to decide to elaborate. "But just because you can ask doesn't mean that I'll answer."

"Oh. *HMK*"

Well. She didn't need to sound quite so sad about it. I looked over my shoulder and saw her looking genuinely crestfallen before hiccuping out a large, singular bubble that popped noisily. When it did, she jumped, then caught my gaze and shrunk beneath it, making a small, apologetic gesture. "...but my master used to call me Caelfind. I suppose you can too."

She brightened up immediately and hiccuped a cluster of far smaller bubbles. "Oh! *HIP!* Thank you, Caelfi–*HNK*–ind! My name is—"

"Don't!" I turned around and held my hand out, and she froze, mouth still open around a bubble. I realized how dire I'd sounded, then did my best to relax and turn back to my search. "Don't go around telling unnaturally pale magic women in forests your name."

"Right! *HIK!*" I nearly laughed at just how surprised she sounded, and I heard her pound a fist into an open palm.

"If that's the sort of thing you have trouble remembering, I'm shocked you haven't been kidnapped by elves yet."

She chuckled weakly and I felt a bit bad for being so blunt. After a moment of uncomfortable near silence, she spoke again. "Maybe I ha–*UCK* have and nobody se---seemed to notice."

I'd heard last words from lonesome old widows that sounded less sad than that.

It was none of my business. What was my business was the fact that this woman kept hiccuping bubbles in my hut. So when I finally got my hand on my master's ear trumpet, I forgot to stop myself from letting out a triumphant "HAH!" I also forgot to make what I was doing clear before storming back over to her and putting the trumpet to her chest, then bending over to listen to it. It was only after I heard her distressed squeak echo through her chest that it occurred to me what I'd just done. "Uh, sorry."

"N-no, no–*HEEP!* please!" She undid the top few buttons of her dress, and even though I'd seen naked people of all kinds come through here, there was still something in me that felt compelled to look away, especially at seeing the way her chest shook and bounced her heavy breasts. Her skin was significantly darker than mine, (as was everybody's) but it still seemed flushed, so I supposed at least I wasn't the only embarrassed one here. I put the horn to her chest again and listened carefully, hearing the way the muscles inside of her spasmed. Nothing unusual there. To my...frustration, I'd have to move lower, so I bent down and began pulling across her skin towards her stomach. She inhaled sharply and I decided not to try and interpret that. "Um, Cae–*EEP* Caelfind, can I a–*HUP* ask you so---somethi–*hnk*?"

"I probably can't stop you." The irregular leaps of her round belly and the gurgles and sloshes inside with each hiccup were more than distracting enough.

"Well, u–*HMP* um, why a–*URK* are you a hag?"

I scowled as I looked up at her. "Because the old one died. We've been over this."

"No no no, n–*hnk* not that!" She waved her hands placatingly, and I wondered exactly how intimidating I was coming across, given how much smaller than her I was. "I me–*HEEK* I mean *hmk* why do you ne–*HEEK* need to be?"

I could feel my eyebrows furrowing and pulled my ear away from the horn. Dammit, I couldn't listen to her and her stomach at the same time and find what I was looking for. "'Need' to be?"

"W-well," her skin was flushed even more, and she wouldn't meet my eyes as she hiccuped a cluster of small bubbles. "I mean–*hnk* being a ha–*UCK* a hag is a job for a sp–*hip* spinster, right? But you're so–*olk* so young a–*hnk* and beautiful, so wh–*up* why couldn't y–*hnk* you get married? *HMK-mmp!*" I was staring. I probably shouldn't have been staring, but that was what I was doing anyway. And one of my hands had ended up resting on her belly, which kept bouncing beneath it, and that wasn't helping. She squirmed under my gaze. "I-I'm so–*hrk* sorry, should I n–*hnk* not have asked? *HEEK* People tell me that I *hmk* have a lot of que–*HNK* questions that nob–*up*–body cares abou–*uck* or needs to kn–*HNK* know the answer to and *HIUK* that I sho–*ULK* should just—"

"Shut up." I covered her mouth. She hiccuped. Tiny bubbles slipped between my fingers. "I can't listen properly if you keep talking."

"Oh." Her shoulders jolted silently and she looked away again. "S---sorry."

I leaned back down towards her belly, but I couldn't focus, and after a moment I sighed. "Just because the questions don't get answered doesn't mean you shouldn't ask them. It just means that whoever you ask isn't answering them. And when someone won't give you an answer, the most important thing you can do is figure out why."

She was (mostly) silent for a moment. "Why?" she asked.

"Yes, why they won't answer you."

"N–*hnk* no, I mean *hmp* I'm asking you." I looked up and saw her gazing down at me. "Why w–*ulk* won't you answer *HNK-lp*  my questions?"

After a long moment, I chuckled. "Well, I guess that's one way to gather information. For the most part, I won't answer them because I'm obstinate and ill-tempered. That was my master's way of saying I was a pain in her ass." She laughed too, a few hiccups and bubbles tangled up with them, and the way she smiled was...painful to look at. But it wasn't like focusing on her chest or stomach would be any better. "But as for marriage, that wouldn't work for me. Whether or not I'm 'beautiful' is one matter," and my mind frankly wasn't even willing to try and acknowledge that opinion right now, "whether or not I'm fragile is another. I can't go outside in the sun without being burnt. My master taught me some ointments that can protect me, or at least reduce the burns, but there's very few wives I can imagine that need to spend less than an hour at a time in the sun."

"Oh." I didn't know what emotion I was hearing in her voice. I hoped it wasn't pity. I didn't particularly want to be a wife, and I didn't know what I'd do with pity for anything else. "*hup* but you have a g–*hnk-lk* garden."

I turned towards her. "And?"

"Doesn't that ne–*heek* need to be tend---ded?"

Huh. That was a more clever question than I'd anticipated. "I tend the gardens at night. The plants need sunlight and they need weeding and watering, but they don't need all of those things at the same time."

"I see! *HEEP*" Her smile was painfully cute. I had to remember that she was just a client like any other...albeit one of my first, and certainly the first to take me seriously. "Wait, *hup* then when do y–*hnk* you sleep?"

At this rate, I was never going to get this examination done, though in fairness to her, I was the one letting her get away with stalling me. Having to be that close to her spasming stomach was going to be a...charged experience, so I could deal with questions. And hers continued to be less inane than expected. "I sleep during the day. Unfortunately, that's also when clients come. Hence the very loud bell."

"Oh! No wo–*hup* wonder you've been gr–*hrk-lk* grouchy! I'm sorr–*EEP!*"

"Grouchy". That was a rather patronizing way to put it. Something offensive in me found it cute. "If I didn't want the clients I wouldn't have the bell." After a moment I sighed. "But yes, I would probably be a significantly more hospitable hag if you had visited me at night."

"I'll rem–*hmp* remember that for ne–*uck* next time!" Given that she'd apparently forgotten to not tell her name to magic women in huts, I doubted it, but the thought was nice at least.

And I should really have been dealing with this nice woman's problem and not letting her waste both of our time. Unlike myself, hers was probably of some value and better utilized elsewhere. "Now shut up, I need to listen to your stomach." She nodded and obligingly covered her mouth. No getting away from it now. I knelt down to get a better angle and undid more buttons of her dress before putting the bell of the trumpet against the apex of her belly, moving it around as I listened from the thin end. I could hear the muscles inside growling, the liquids sloshing, the echoes of the air in her lungs and the spasm of her diaphragm with every hiccup, the burbling and pulsing of—

Wait, there it was!

I forced myself to ignore everything else and stood back up, moving the horn a bit above her navel, and inside of her, I heard a bubbling and something like a high-pitched giggle. "Hah!" I pulled the horn away and clapped my hands before heading over to the pantry of herbs and powders. "It's exactly what I thought it was! Easy fix!"

"Re–*HEEP* really?" She sounded so elated. I was honestly glad to have my head in a pantry. Looking at her smile was becoming troublesome. "What i–*CUP* is it?"

"Just a mischievous spirit. I'll have you exorcised in—"

"EXORC---CIZED?!"

I stared back at her and saw that her face had gone pale enough to vaguely resemble mine. Her big brown eyes were wide with horror, and her half-naked body (why hadn't she buttoned back up, that wasn't helping!) was trembling. "Um, yes?"

Her eyes went even wider. "I-I'm sor–*EEP!* Please don't te–*HUP* tell anyone tha–*HUK* that I've been pos---posessed by de–*HEE*–mons! I swea–*URK* that I—"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down! Who said anything about demons?"

She stared up at me, looking the tiniest bit less like she was panicking. She'd still shrunken back into my master's chair though. "You–*hnk* you said that y---you would exorcize me–*heep*–e-eee..." I noticed that the bubbles had reduced again. It seemed like they came less often when she was stressed. Maybe she was unconsciously suppressing them.

"Yes, that's the procedure."

A bit of the fear came back into her eyes. "S–*hop* so that me---eans I'm possessed *hnk* right?"

My nose wrinkled. "I, uh...I suppose technically, but that's not really communicating the right idea. Okay, wait, hang on, I think you're thinking about this wrong." I walked back over and crouched by the chair again, working on buttoning her dress back up since apparently she hadn't thought to do so. "It's like how you thought you only come to hags for serious problems. No, you only come to hags for unsolvable problems. Plenty of those are relatively small, and plenty of serious problems are perfectly solvable on your own. Maybe not to everyone's satisfaction, but they can be solved. Exorcisms are like hags. It's just a specific procedure for a specific problem that can be serious or can be relatively benign. This is one of the latter. And it's certainly not a 'demon'. You've been spending time around priests, haven't you?" She nodded slowly and I spat into the fireplace as I finished buttoning her dress again before stalking back over to my pantry. "Insufferable people. Spreading agitation everywhere because scared cattle can be cowed by barking dogs. This is why you come to a professional for these sorts of things, not some elderly godshound who thinks that literacy makes him smarter than everyone else."

"Y–*hnk* you're not lit---terate?" I couldn't help pulling back out of the pantry and glaring at her, and she waved her hands placatingly again, though at least she looked less terrified. "I-I don't be–*HEEP* believe that ma–*huk* makes me smarter than y---you or makes you le---less of a hag—"

"Wait, you are literate?"

She blinked at me. "Yes? Ev–*erk*–ryone in my vi---village is."

Honestly, I had no clue what to do with that. So I went back to the pantry and found the lemon extract powder and treated soda ash, then brought them over to the water I'd pumped last night and mixed some into a bottle before corking it. "It's simple, but it'll take a few hours to prepare."

She'd gotten up and was looking at me from across the room. "To prep–*hup* prepare holy wat–*urk*?"

I resisted rolling my eyes. "It's not holy water any more than soup is holy water. This is all the mixing I'll need to do, but I'm going to put it in the root for an hour or two." I opened the trapdoor and climbed down to the cellar to get to the icebox. A lot of the ice was melting. I was going to have to find a day to take another trip into town to get ice from the yakhchāl. That would be annoying. Sloughing through the rain was misery, and going out on cloudy or foggy days was never completely safe. "Closer to two, from the look of things."

The woman had ended up hovering by the cellar door and scrambled away when I climbed back up. "Doe–*uck* does it nee–*heep* need to be pu–*urk* purified?" She was hiccing up bubbles about every fifth spasm now, so it seemed like she was less anxious than the initial mention of an exorcism made her.

"No, it needs to be cooled while it's corked. That makes the bubbles inside of it form correctly. It makes it 'effervescent,' apparently."

She tilted her head at me. "A–*urk* are you an a–*hulk*–chemist?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Absolutely not, no! Obnoxious intellectuals. Thinking that if you heat enough fluids you'll eventually find god in one of them."

"So y---you think they're li–*uck* like priests?"

Even though I shouldn't have, I scoffed at that. "No, of course not. Alchemists actually do something. All priests are good for is reading books and scaring people. Alchemists are a pain, but they're a useful pain. I still get deliveries once a month from one that lives in the city further out west. Never learned who they actually were, but apparently their deal with my master still stands, even after she's dead. Their apprentice is a chatty one." The woman sat back down and nodded, but her lips were pursed. "...so I don't have any books that you could read, but I suppose you could go for a walk or—"

"Wha–*uck* what's the dif---ference?" I blinked at her and she stared back at me. "Betw---between a h–*ic* hag and an a–*ulk*–chemist? You bo–*hulp* both make potions, r---right?"

I looked at her. She looked...weirdly comfortable in that chair. I'd never been able to figure out how to sit in it. Instead, I sat in the chair across from it, like I always had. It was harder. That suited me.

My master always said that our clients didn't need to know how we did what we did. She'd never discussed it with them; around them at best, and even then rarely. She preferred to tell me what to do, let me pick up information from it, then explain it afterward, or have me guess what exactly we'd been doing. Her clients never needed to know anything.

But then, her clients never actually asked.

"...well, for one, alchemists call their potions 'tinctures' or something ridiculous like that. But it does go a little deeper."

It was actually closer to three hours later when I went downstairs to get the bottle back. She was hiccing up bubbles nearly every time now, practically melted into my master's old chair with comfort, smiling wide and eyes shining as we'd talked. I'd only remembered what she was actually here for when a particularly large "*HIGGULP!*" forced a massive bubble out of her and had her resting her hand on her chest, at which point I ran downstairs and forgot to explain myself.

"Alright. So the potion should be ready now." I said as I climbed back up from the cellar. "The taste won't be the best, but it's perfectly safe to drink. I, um, could have added some herbs ahead of time, but—"

"No, no, that's pe–*URK* perfectly fine," she said, taking the glass bottle from me. After a second, she blinked. "Wait, *hnk* 'drink'?"

"Yes?"

"No–*hock* not apply an–*heep* anywhere?"

"It's a potion, not an ungent. The problem is inside of you, so it makes sense the solution would go there too."

"Right..." She looked strangely skeptical. More so than she had at any point since she'd been here. "A–*hnk* and then wh---at? What's the e–*huk*–xorcism?"

"Well, the potion should take care of most of it, but," I had hoped to avoid bringing this up at all, knowing just how badly my unspeakably pale face hid any blushing, but after how many questions I'd answered, it would be more strange to stop now. "If that doesn't work, there are some abdominal pressure techniques I can use to help."

I couldn't read her face in response to that. She seemed very focused on the cold glass bottle she was holding. "Ho–*uck* how does wa–*urk* water that's no–*hup* not holy exorc---cise anythi–*ngk*?"

"Like I said, it's not a demon." I finally found a corkscrew from among my master's implements and stuck it into the cork. "The reaction that took place in the water—nnf, come now." I flinched when she put her large, soft hand on top of mine, then pulled the cork I'd been struggling with almost effortlessly. As soon as she'd pulled it, the bottle opened with a loud pop, and bubbles formed inside of it. "Ah. Thank you. The reaction that took place infused the water with air."

"So we–*uck* we're go–*ingk* to sto–*hup* me from hiccuping bu–*hup*–bbles by ad–*hnk*–adding more bu---bubbles?"

"More or less. It's displacement. If a tub has enough water in it, you can remove water by adding more water, and depending on the temperature or weight, you can eventually replace all of what was inside of it with something new. And these bubbles—" I tapped the glass of the bottle with my nail, "—should be less mischievous than the ones currently inside of you."

"I–*hilp* I see!" Her eyes were shining again. And that was doing unpleasant things to my heart and stomach. Speaking of stomachs, when she started drinking, even from beneath her stiff dress, I could see her belly expanding slightly with each gulp. She drank it all down before I could tell her not to. It was honestly kind of impressive. When she pulled it away, before she could say or do anything else, her mouth opened with an "EEEUUUUUUURRRRGK! Oh! *HIULK!* Oh my go–*HOOK* goodness, excu–uuUUUUUuuuse me–*HEEK!*"

With every belch, lines of bubbles came up from her throat and floated into the air, and each hiccup brought large singular bubbles alongside. Rather than popping like those she'd hiccuped previously had, these hung in the air, gravitating towards one another. "It's fine, this is to be expected." Against my better judgment, I sat her up slightly so that I could pat her back as she rocked. Her hiccups and belches increased to the point that it was impossible for her to talk, and I could see her belly spasming, then contracting a little smaller each time (to my...disappointment? How unprofessional). Eventually, though, the belches brought up fewer and fewer bubbles and the hiccups stopped summoning them at all. A mass of bubbles floated unpopping at the ceiling of my hut, and I picked up my master's broom and swatted at them. "Alright, you've had your fun! Now get lost! Go on back to wherever you came from!" With enough encouragement, they eventually found their way to the chimney and went up along with the steam from my cauldron and smoke from the fire. "There. Exorcism completed...most likely. If it was a single air or water spirit, you shouldn't have any more bubbles in you. If it was a colony, you might hiccup or burp a few more, but they shouldn't be interested in sticking around now that all their friends are gone.

The woman was staring up at the ceiling where the bubbles had been, covering her mouth now and muffling the rapid hiccups and short little burps that kept popping out of her. "Oh! *HIC!* Oh, I s–*HEEK* see n–*HUP* now! BORP–*HIK-ULK!* I tho–*HUK* thought the r–*HIP*–ver wat–*URK* was fu–*HUKKUP*–uuuurp funny today!"

"Yep. Sometimes spirits wind up in your food or water and you end up eating or drinking them. Normally it's harmless for everyone involved, but sometimes they like to have a laugh at the eater's expense." A split second later, the woman's stomach growled and gurgled noisily. I turned my head away so she wouldn't see my blush. "And speaking of eating, you've probably stayed longer than you intended to. Let me feed you, I always make more stew than I need."

We ate dinner together that night. Now that her hiccups were mundane, she seemed completely unbothered by them, and a bowl of stew was enough to chase them away, though a few singular hiccups brought up a bubble or two over the course of her meal. When she opened the door, the sun was going down, but I still switched rapidly to my quartz glasses. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot—"

"It's fine, but warn me next time." ...I said as if there would be a next time anytime soon. It wasn't as if people enjoyed visiting the local hag. "And if anyone else has that problem, send them to me. The same with other hag types of problems."

"Of course!" She smiled at me and my heart fluttered offensively. "Thank you, Caelfind!" And she waved as she ran off.

...I never actually got her name.

That was fine. Hags didn't ask their patients' names. They didn't need them. I swept up the hairs and dust that the woman had shed and collected drops of the popped bubbles off of the ceiling, then bottled it all to use as reagents later. Anything left behind was my payment. She hadn't forgotten any coins or brought any food, but that was fine. Hags never expected more than reagents and grudging gratitude.

The sun kept setting and I started lighting candles and lanterns. It was going to be a tiring night.

It was after sundown the next day when I heard the bell outside ring. I'd slept the entire day, so I rushed to dress myself and get to the door. "Yes, I'm the hag, the old one—" My words stopped in my mouth, and they still would have even if they hadn't been interrupted by a noisy hiccup.

The woman from yesterday was in front of me again. She had a basket of bread and vegetables, and her round, brown cheeks were smiling, even while they flushed as bubbles hiccuped out of her. "Um, it, eh–*hip!* It seems I fo–*urk* forgot no–*hok* not to drink fr–*up* from the bu–*hup*–bly parts of th---nnf, of the river ag–*huk*–gain, Caelfi–*hnk*–ind." She giggled bashfully.

I blinked and stared at her. She had a bag on her hip. I recognized a stylus for a wax writing tablet sticking out of it. "And yet you remembered what my master called me and remembered to come after dark."

She looked away. "Sh–*hup* should I no---not have?"

"...no. You clearly have a problem for a hag to solve. Now come inside."

How brightly she smiled at me practically burned like the sun. "Of c---course, tha–*HNK!* thank you! Now–*hup* I remember yest–*urk*–terday you sai–*hup* said you'd nee–*heep* need to go in–*hnk*–to town for i---ice soon. *HNKlp!*" Soon, bubbles were floating out of her with every hiccup as she talked at me about whether she might carve some new ice herself and deliver it to me tomorrow night. She also asked what other things in the town could be useful for me and started writing them down on her little wax tablet.

I was going to have to think of something to call this woman, wasn't I?

As I mixed up more water, lemon extract, and treated soda ash, I also decided I should tell the alchemist's apprentice to increase the amount of those he brought me every month. I didn't think I could trust her not to "forget" about that river again. And selfishly, I didn't particularly want her to try and remember.

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I'm not really sure why unnecessarily snarky haircut anon thinks if khao was going to be part of a new series it would've been announced already? The only reason we found out First was going to be in MMP was because the MMP twitter account posted pictures from fitting day and he was in them? Nobody had any inkling prior to that and nothing was ever officially announced.

Same with the OLTH cameo, people spotted their names in the credits after episode 1, if their names weren't there, no one would've had any clue they had filmed an episode.

I get not wanting to get your hopes up I guess, but it's not like the haircut being for a new role is absurd and out of the realm of possibility. Either way it's all just fun, don't know why someone would get legitimately angry over it.

I’m just going to interpret it as that particular anon having a bad day and unfortunately decided to take it on me 😶

But I completely agree with you…so far, really the only cameo that the boys are confirmed to have is for Only Friends: Dream On (and we only know cause Jojo mentioned it).

Their cameos/side role in OLTH and Magic Prophecy (for First) were out of the blues 😅 - and like you said, we really only got the confirmation when either the series themselves announced it (not even announce? Just dropping photos of a handsome Dr Karn!) or while the series are airing.

It’s the same with Khaotung’s role in Home School - as Zero. No announcement but he nailed it anyway.

Maybe I need to put a disclaimer and pinned it to my blog - please do not take anything I say so seriously (it’s all for fun!)

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We are back with more shirts!! -Mod

Dialogues:

1. TC and PV Pecharunt Kirbrunt's assistant: Kieranrunt

(Time in shirt: 24 hours)

TC: One day you’ll be in here without me

PV: We’ll see

Kieranrunt: Now folks, they're the problem

Kirbrunt: Agreed

2. Marx and Bandana Dee Kirbrunt's assistant: Magolor

(Time in shirt: unknown)

Bandana: You little piece of-! You're the reason why I'm here!!

Marx: (not listening and thinks,) I can't stand Mags.

Magolor, on the side: (thinking) Enjoy your extended period, Marx

3. Dedede and Dark Matter (Taranza) Kirbrunt's assistant: Gooey

(Time in shirt: 24 hours)

Dedede: STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU CREEP!!!

DM(T): But I'm your husband

Dedede: Gross!

Gooey, unaware of the arguing behind him: Get along you two

4. Taranza and Dark Meta Knight Kirbrunt's assistant: Void

(Time in shirt: 48 hours)

Taranza: One of these days, I'm gonna get rid of you

Dark, who duct tape over his mouth: Mmph mmp mmph (The feeling is mutual)

Void: Remove the tape and the time is extended

5. TC Pecharunt and Marx Kirbunt's assistant: PV Pecharunt, everyone in the Star Allies

(Time in shirt: unknown)

PV, dying of laughter on the floor: Hahaha! Oh my Original One! This is ridiculous! Who's in the shirt now, huh?

TC: Shut up

Marx: Nice friendship, peachy

TC: You shut up

Marx: Shut up, shmarsh up

6. TC and PV Kieran Kirbrunt's assistant: Kieranrunt

TC Kieran: I know we both want to get stronger, but your annoying.

PV Kieran: Shut up, arsewhole

TC Pecharunt: How?

PV Pecharunt: ...why?

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Kirbrunt and Kieranrunt: That's all folks!

credits~~

TC Pecharunt, TC Kieran - @tealmaskmybeloved/ @the-boy-and-the-poison-puppeteer

PV Pecharunt, PV Kieran - @milliemuus

Kieranrunt - @marisol124

Dark Matter Taranza - @usps-first-class

[besttaxiservicesudaipur]

Are you searching for the famous CBSE or RBSE schools in Udaipur to ensure your child’s bright future? Known as the “City of Lakes,” Udaipur is not only a cultural hub but also a growing center for quality education.

This blog highlights the top cbse or rbse schools in Udaipur, celebrated for their academic excellence, extracurricular activities, and state-of-the-art facilities.

Udaipur, the City of Lakes, isn’t just known for its mesmerizing palaces and serene beauty but also for its commitment to quality education. The schools here combine traditional values with modern teaching methods, creating a holistic environment for students. Below are the top 10 schools in Udaipur that have earned their place in the education sector.

Famous Schools in Udaipur

01. Maharana Mewar Public School (MMPS — Udaipur): Established in 1974, MMPS is one of Udaipur’s oldest and most prestigious schools, emphasizing academic excellence and holistic development.

02. Delhi Public School (DPS — Udaipur): A part of the renowned DPS Society, DPS Udaipur was established in 2007 and has quickly gained a reputation for academic and extracurricular excellence.

03. St. Paul’s Senior Secondary School — Udaipur: Founded in 1953, St. Paul’s is a well-known institution with a legacy of producing accomplished alumni.

04. Ryan International School — Udaipur: A part of the Ryan International Group of Institutions, this school offers a blend of global education and local values.

05. Seedling Modern Public School (SMPS — Udaipur): Since its inception in 1992, Seedling has been known for its focus on academic rigor and character-building activities.

06. St. Mary’s Senior Secondary School: Established in 1969, this co-educational institution offers a nurturing environment. With a focus on modern pedagogy and extracurricular activities, St. Mary’s ensures all-round development.

07. Rockwoods High School: Established in 2012, Rockwoods has quickly risen as a hub for innovative education. Its student-first approach and integration of technology ensure top-notch learning experiences.

08. Central Academy School: With its inception in 1973, Central Academy has been synonymous with holistic education. Its strong alumni network is a testament to its quality.

09. Alok Senior Secondary School: Established in 1967, Alok School is one of Udaipur’s oldest and most trusted educational institutions. It is known for its moral education and disciplined environment.

10. St. Anthony’s Senior Secondary School: Since its establishment in 1980, St. Anthony’s has been a beacon of quality education. It offers a balanced curriculum tailored to meet individual student needs.

List of Other Best Schools in Udaipur

11. Heritage Girls School, Udaipur

12. St. Mary’s Convent Sr. Sec. School, Udaipur

13. MDS Public School, Udaipur

14. Central Academy Sr. Sec. School, Udaipur

15. St. Gregorios Sr. Sec. School, Udaipur

16. St. Anthony’s Sr. Sec. School, Udaipur

17. The Study School Sr. Sec. School, Udaipur

18. Kendriya Vidyalaya No 1, Udaipur

19. Witty International School, Udaipur

To Get Complete information about the schools like sessions timings, fee structure, contact details, extracurriculum activities Click on the below link:

Why Schools in Udaipur Are Famous

Udaipur’s schools stand out due to their integration of traditional values and modern pedagogy. They emphasize:

Holistic development through academics, arts, and sports.

Value-based education rooted in Indian traditions.

World-class infrastructure and advanced teaching techniques.

Modern Digital Teaching Methods

The advent of technology has transformed education in Udaipur. Schools incorporate smartboards, digital libraries, and virtual labs to enhance learning. Online platforms and apps enable students to learn at their own pace, making education more personalized and effective.

Extracurricular Activities

Udaipur’s schools prioritize extracurricular programs, offering:

Sports like basketball, cricket, and swimming.

Performing arts including dance, drama, and music.

Clubs for debate, robotics, and environmental awareness.

Picnics and Personality Development Classes

Frequent picnics and excursions to local landmarks like Sajjangarh and Fateh Sagar Lake provide recreational learning opportunities. Personality development sessions focus on public speaking, teamwork, and leadership skills, ensuring students grow into confident individuals.

FAQs

Q1: Which are the best CBSE schools in Udaipur?

Ans: DPS Udaipur, St. Mary’s Senior Secondary School, and Maharana Mewar Public School are some of the best CBSE schools in Udaipur.

Q2: Do schools in Udaipur offer digital learning facilities?

Ans: Yes, most schools in Udaipur, like Rockwoods High School and The Study, have integrated smartboards, virtual labs, and digital platforms into their curriculum.

Q3: What extracurricular activities are available in Udaipur schools?

Ans: Schools in Udaipur offer a range of activities, including sports, performing arts, debate clubs, robotics, and environmental programs.

Q4: Are there personality development classes in Udaipur schools?

Ans: Yes, schools like St. Paul’s and Alok Senior Secondary School emphasize personality development through workshops and leadership programs.

Q5: Which school in Udaipur has the best sports facilities?

Ans: DPS Udaipur and MMPS are known for their excellent sports facilities and dedicated training programs.

Q6: Are Udaipur schools affordable?

Ans: Udaipur has schools with a range of fee structures, catering to different budgets while ensuring quality education.

Q7: Do schools in Udaipur organize picnics and excursions?

Ans: Yes, most schools, including Seedling Modern Public School and Central Academy, organize regular excursions to local attractions.

Q8: What is the admission process for these schools?

Ans: The admission process typically involves a registration form, entrance test, and interaction session, varying by school.

Q9: Are there boarding facilities in Udaipur schools?

Ans: Some schools, like MMPS, offer boarding facilities with modern amenities.

Q10: Which schools focus on cultural education in Udaipur?

Ans: Schools like Maharana Mewar Public School and Alok Senior Secondary School place a strong emphasis on cultural and value-based education.

To Get Complete information about the schools like sessions timings, fee structure, contact details, extra curriculum activities Click on the below link:

[angora48]

Casanova - 2 - "Charming Proclivities"

Chapter 2

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1

“You really have them,” she murmured, sounding astonished.

“Y-*hmmk!*-yes,” Casanova confirmed, “rather bad-*hmmp!*-badly. *HIC-ulk!* I was on-- on Rue de Veranne wh-*hmmk-mmp!*-when they started, *huck!* and I thin-*hmmp!*-think running over here m-- made them worse-*HIC-uck!*”

Casanova is all too happy to help Geneviève enjoy the "gift" he brought her.

CW: Descriptions of arousal. Sensual play.

Geneviève must have run to the door, because she was already there waiting as Casanova came around. As soon as he got there, she practically dragged him inside. They hurried together to her bedroom, Casanova’s hard “*hups!*” and “HIC-ucks!*” echoing down the hall.

Closing the bedroom door behind them, Casanova let out a “*hup!*”, and Geneviève looked as though she wanted to sup on him.

“You really have them,” she murmured, sounding astonished.

“Y-*hmmk!*-yes,” Casanova confirmed, “rather bad-*hmmp!*-badly. *HIC-ulk!* I was on-- on Rue de Veranne wh-*hmmk-mmp!*-when they started, *huck!* and I thin-*hmmp!*-think running over here m-- made them worse-*HIC-uck!*”

A beautiful, puzzled look danced across Geneviève’s face. “You ran,” she said, “all the way from Rue de Veranne?”

“Well, *hulk!* I wasn’t sure h-*hmmk!*-how long they’d-- they’d last,” Casanova explained, hiccupping through a smile. “I didn-*hmmp!*-didn’t want you to m-*hmmk-mmp!*-miss them. *hup!*”

Geneviève let out a small laugh, somewhere between giddy and stunned. Then she threw her arms around him, kissing his neck. Casanova held her close, letting her feel the jerk of his shoulders and stomach as he hiccupped.

“I love you,” she said. She peppered him with kisses. “Lord, how I love you!”

Casanova laughed fondly, which prompted a strong “*HUP!*--*HIC-uck!*” He cleared his throat. “*huck!* Only the b-- best for you, my-*hmmk-mmp!*-my love. *hulk!*”

He loosened her dressing gown to kiss her shoulder. During their nights of lovemaking, they’d experimented with different pleasures, and Geneviève had found that kissing on the mouth with the hiccups was an odd sensation, one she didn’t particularly like. Kissing on the body, on the other hand, was all too welcome.

Casanova had experienced Geneviève’s kisses when she had the hiccups, but now it was his turn. He kissed from her shoulder to her neck, giving a slight involuntary suck with each hiccup. Hands at her waist, he walked backward toward the bed, sucker-kissing her clavicle as he drew her along after him.

“Monsieur Casanova, w-wait,” Geneviève said, a bit breathless, as they reached the bed.

Casanova raised an inquiring brow, rocking with a “*hup!*” He said, “I don’t m-*hmmp!*-mean to rush-*hmmk!*-rush you, *huck!* but I don’t-*hmmk!*-don’t know how much ti-*hmmk-mmp!*-time we’ll have. *HIC-ulk!*”

“I know,” Geneviève admitted. Looking Casanova up and down, she bit her lip, and she looked for a moment like she was about to pounce on him. “But, it’s just—” She glanced away shyly for a second, then met his gaze. “Do you think I could…touch your stomach?”

Her eyes dropped to his middle, and Casanova grinned. “Of c-- course-*huck!*” he said. “H-*hmmp!*-here.” 

They sat down on the bed together. Casanova’s shoulders jerked hard as he made short work of unbuttoning his waistcoat, then pulled the bottom of his shirt out from his breeches. He took Geneviève’s hand and slipped it beneath his shirt, holding her palm flat against his stomach. “*huck!*…*HIC-uck!*…*hup!*”

“Mmmmm,” Geneviève murmured. A shiver ran through her.

“You can p-*hmmp!*-put your head in-*hmmk-mmp!*-in my lap if y-*hmmp!*-you want,” Casanova offered, leaning back on his elbows. “I d-- don’t mind. *hup!*”

Geneviève smiled rapturously. She sank down onto the bed, resting her head in Casanova’s lap and listening to his hiccups: “*HIC-ulk!*…*hup!*”

“H-heavens!” she breathed, letting her hand travel up his chest. “Are they hurting you at all?”

“No-*huck!*” Casanova replied. “They hurt m-- my side a little when-*hmmk-mmp!*-when I was r-*hmmk!*-running, *hup!* but they’re a-*hmmp!*-all right now. *HIC-uck!*”

Geneviève turned to look up at him, drinking him in. “How did you get them?” she asked. “In all the time we’ve been together, all those parties, you’ve never—”

“Quite b-*hmmp!*-by acciden-- accident,” Casanova told her. A soft smile played at his lips as she caressed his chest. “Dri-*hmmk!*-drinking wine too-*hmmk-mmp!*-too fast. *hup!* I was playing c-*hmmp!*-cards, *hulk!* and I-- I think I was distra-*hmmk!*-distracted.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, Geneviève let out a quavering breath. This was a delight; Casanova had never done so little to excite a woman. “I’m not sure if-*hmmk-mmp!*-if I could make my-- myself get them a-*hmmp!*-again that way-*huck!*” he said, “but we c-*hmmk!*-could certainly tr-*hmmp!*-try it. *hulk!*”

Geneviève opened her eyes and met his once more. “Recite something for me,” she said.

Casanova smiled. “*HIC-ulk!* What would you li-*hmmk!*-like to hear?”

Geneviève smiled playfully back. “You’re the wit,” she reminded him.

“V-- very well-*hup!*” Casanova replied. He weighed his options and chose something worthy. Still reclining, he delivered, “‘Withou-*hmmk!*-without thy light *hup!* what ligh-- light remains in-*hmmp!*-in me? *hulk!* Thou art m-*hmmk-mmp!*-my life; *HIC-uck!* my w-- way, m-*hmmp!*-my light’s in thee; *huck!* I live, I m-*hmmk-mmp!*-move, and b-*hmmk!*-by thy beams I s-- see.’”

He frowned thoughtfully. “*hup!* They d-*hmmp!*-don’t seem to m-*hmmk-mmp!*-make as much noise-- noise when I’m t-*hmmp!*-talking, sorry-*HIC-ulk!*”

Geneviève grinned, laughter in her eyes. “You only just noticed that?”

Over their acquaintance, Casanova had had plenty of opportunities to get to know Geneviève’s hiccups, but this was his first time doing the same with his own. “Well-*huck!*” he reasoned, “you’re th-*hmmk!*-the more attenti-- attentive student in-*hmmp!*-in that reg-*hmmk-mmp!* regard.” 

Still, he did find it fascinating, trying to understand them through her amorous view. Sitting up with a strong “*hulk!*”, he pulled her onto his lap. “Go on, *HIC-uck!* tell me wh-*hmmp!*-what else I h-*hmmk-mmp!*-haven’t noticed a-- about them. *hup!*”

Geneviève let out a shuddering breath, bouncing a little on his lap in time to his hiccups. But she gathered herself, putting one arm around his neck and placing the other hand on his chest. “Did you know that you always begin your last word over?” she said. “Even when you h-hihhh—” she glanced away shyly, “—you hiccup…between words, you repeat the word you just said.”

“Do I reall-*hmmk!*-really?” Casanova asked. Hearing himself, he chuckled. “*HIC-ulk!*--*HUP!* Mmm, *hup!* I guess I-*hmmk-mmp!*-I do.”

“Always wanting the final word, even with your body,” Geneviève teased. She brushed his lips with her fingers. “Close your mouth, just loosely.”

Casanova obeyed. He closed his mouth, jaw unclenched, lips just touching. “*hmmp!*” he hiccupped, his head snapping back. “*hmmk-mmp!*…*hmmk!*”

As she watched him, Geneviève’s breathing grew a little heavier. “In truth, yours sound divine when they’re muffled like that,” she told him. “Not ostentatious, but impossible to miss. An exquisite sound, and still so hard.” She kissed his neck as it snapped back with his next “*hmmk-mmp!*”

“Now close it tightly,” she said. “Try to hold them in as much as you possibly can.”

Casanova nodded. For a moment, he considered holding his breath, but he realized he’d better not risk accidentally curing them. So he just clamped his mouth shut and tensed the muscles in his throat.

Am almost strangled-sounding “*llp!*” hit him, coming more from the back of his throat, and he felt his stomach punch out hard. “*mmk!*” He felt the jerk through his whole body. His next hiccup was completely silent but just as powerful.

“D-do you feel that?” Geneviève asked, squeezing her legs together as she bucked on his lap. “How hard they are? When you hold them in, it’s like they rebound inside you.” She dug her nails into his chest as it jerked hard with another strong “*llk!*”

“All right,” she went on breathlessly, “mouth open now.”

Casanova did as she asked. Almost instantly, he burst with a loud “*HOK!*”, shortly followed by a hard “*HUK-ulk!*” His first instinct was to close his mouth, but he left it open through his next “*HUK!*”

He let out a short, sheepish laugh and was hit with a “*HUK!*--*HOLK!*”

“Why, Monsieur Casanova,” Geneviève asked, lifting his chin so he’d meet her gaze, “was that a shy smile?”

“I thin-*hmmk!*-think it was-*hup!*” Casanova confessed. Self-consciousness was not a color he wore often.

“Not to worry, my love,” Geneviève murmured in his ear, running her hand along his neck as it tensed with his next hiccup. “I’ll take care of you.”

Casanova grinned. “*hulk!* That you wi-- will,” he agreed.

Chapter 3 here

[healthhaircolor]

Sun exposure – UV radiations trigger the process of photoaging.

Disturbance in the equilibrium status of oxidants & antioxidant defense system.

Increased levels of oxidative Stress.

Increased MMP-1 and MMP-3 which causes degradation of collagen fibers.

Disturbed levels of antioxidants like L-Glutathione stimulating photoaging & hyperpigmentation.

[thehistorynut19]

1, 4, and 11 for you Ex-Aid self-insert,, <:

how tf did you know i was thinking of her, are you psychic young man? :OOOO

give us a quick run down of your s/i!!

TEA!!!!!! Well it’s in two parts actually. Um, Tea’s real name is Thien but prefers going by Tea since she drinks it like water half of the time. She’s a game designer at Gemu Corp and is working on a monster capturing game known as Magical Monster Party, with the monsters all loosely based off of Nursery Rhymes. The game centers around the protag trying to tame/befriend monsters to make the village smile. Tea is sort of projecting in the game since she never really had a sense of happiness to call her own. She’s a very tired woman who becomes Kamen Rider Tamer. She has other forms based off of trading card games (I play Yugioh and Cardfight Vanguard, used to play Shadowverse) and a HOPA (Hidden Object Puzzle Adventure)/Mystery games because I adore HOPAs. I haven’t figured out her final form yet, but Imma figure it out…maybe…unless Leoring dies before such a thing.

Leoring aka Leo-tan is the Bugster adopted son of Tea. Baby boi baby. He’s the mascot of MMP and basically the ‘starter’, a lil manticore that wants to bring everyone happiness, including his very depressed creator. To go with the nursery rhyme theme, Leoring is based off of the nursery rhyme of the Lion and the Unicorn; during the beta testing of MMP, he had an elder sister that’s a kelpie like creature. She was going to be the mascot but Leoring was chosen because he’s a lot cuter; Kelcora is her name, Cora-chan! In the game, the monsters can switch between cute babeh to giant fuck-you monsters so when Tea henshins, Leoring goes to his battle mode which is a giant manticore. His goal was originally giving his momma happiness which turned into making everyone happy, and once his goal is finished…he’ll fade away, because he knows he will. It’s his destiny, born to die and die to be born.

Anyway pls protect the mother and son.

4.) what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

This is just Leoring singing and being the cutest fucking baby ever, do not fucking tell me otherwise. 

I haven’t found one for Tea just yet though, alas. 

11. What is your S/i afraid of: 

Tea: Letting go of Leoring. She knows it’s going to happen, she’s made her peace with the fact her baby boi is gonna die in her arms one day. She also is generally slightly afraid of the dark and spiders.

Leoring: He acts like he doesn’t fear much but he does, quite a bit. He puffs out his chest to look brave but…even though he’s come to terms with his death, what he fears is leaving everyone behind. Especially his momma, he’s watched her grow into a powerful woman and he’s proud of her. Oh and vacuums. He tends to cry whenever he hears a vacuum go off.

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[radiant-fanon-maker]

Tiny Secret

Part 1: [Part 2]

Nori: Heeheehe I wonder where the photo albums are again.

Khan: Ugh they aren't on the shelves.

N: Oh, are these Uzi's baby toys?

N: Aw did you get her more toys when I was gone? Blanket, toy bear, blue pacifier with charms? I can't see the ch-

K: W-why yes. But we wanted to find the baby photos. Let's not get too distracted with other boxes.

N: I guess so. But I wanna look at it later.

K: Of course...

K [mind]: I really haven't touched this in years... I missed this stuff... I'll take this then..

K: Hehee it just click, click, clicks

N: Found one of them!

K: Oh great, let me get over there. ....there...

[Later]

Uzi: Alright that's enough!!

N: Oh come on! You're adorable

N: Right, Khan?

...

U: Dad?

N: Babe?

K: S-sow-Soww Cough cough Sorry

K: I'm a bit tired. I think I'm gonna nap...

N: Well... Okay, then. Come back for dinner though

K: Of course

U: Have a good nap, old man!

K: ... I-I will..

...

K: I need to relax... T'at masking [that masking] took a lot out of me

K: mmp

N: Want me to get dad?

U: Yes, please. I hope he like this.

N: I bet he will.

N: Sweetieeee It's been a whi- What. He didn't close it all the way? Uzi I need your help..!

U: I'll be right there!

U: Boop Badunk Okay what do you want help with?

N: That.

U: Oh! Heh alright.

U: Okay let's-

CRASH

N: How are things falling?

U: I'm really not sure...

Grrrrrrrrr

K: Down! Down!

K: I want zome fwiendz [some friends] for my buddy. Z-zo [So] get down!

wobble wobble

K: GAH!!!

Thump

K: mmmmm

K: Down!

K: Wat!? Why!! Buddy get down!!

U: um what do we do?? Do we help?

N: I don't know. What if we embarrass him? We are witnessing a tantrum...

K: Fine! Z'ay up t'ere!! [stay up there] Mean fwiendz!!! Sniffling I wan' my fwiend...

[lapsedpacifist]

So I guess I'm the type of person who has a "spare" Airbrush now?

TLDR If you want to try airbrushing but are intimidated by the price of the bigger name brands like Iwata or Harder and Steenbeck, maybe give Gaahleri a look.

So I have had my Iwata Eclipse HPCS for about 18 months now and I love it, it has handled pretty much everything I could throw at it until I tried using Mission Models Paint on my most recent build. They are a waterbased acrylic and I had no trouble with Vallejo, Citadel, Army painter and Pro-Acryl (Easily my favourite water based paint), but MMP does not thin the way I have any other paint, they recommend no more than 20% (5:1 paint to thinner) and it is just so thick (and that's before adding their poly additive).

I persevered and got through the project, but not without continually having to clear clogs and dry tips. I had been wondering if getting a .5mm needle/nozzle for the eclipse might be worth a try but figured I'd wait until my next project to experiment.

Flash forward about a month and I've been seeing Gaahleri airbrushes promoted eeeeeevry where and they were cheap not actually that much more than getting a new needle kit $40 for everything I would need to change vs $45 for the Gaahleri kit with both a .35 and .5 needle. So I decided I'd grab one to try out, well prime day comes around and they had it on sale for $35 so that was an instant buy.

It arrived last week and I had a chance to test it out today and first things first, if you have used a higher end brush, you can feel the difference right away, the fit and finish is just not quite there, threads are rough the trigger is stiff and sticks a little at the end, even after lubing it. I had seen others mentioned that the pre-installed .35 needle was kind of jammed in when they got theirs and while mine wasn't bad, it definitely felt like everything was a little over tightened.

The thing is though for $45 or less, I really can't complain. It's a little heavier than my Iwata, but not in a way that seems like a problem and honestly you might prefer a little extra chonk. The .35 needle performed just fine, I got paint on plastic without too much trouble and had the same issues with the gloopy Mission Models Paints. Then I cleaned up and switched over to the .5 needle and I was able to just hose a bunch of spoons down with their primer without a second though, the tip did not dry out and the brush did not clog once during the entire process. I tried their top coats, their flat coat is garbage and it was still garbage through the .5 needle, but the gloss was fantastic.

Cleaning was pretty much the same as my other brush, except for the removable cup, which I thought would be a nice feature, but honestly the number of times I started to loosen it while cleaning the cup during a paint swap did get a little annoying YMMV if your used to a removable cup, im sure its not that bad.

Overall I'm pretty happy with my purchase as it was less than the cost of the alternate parts for my Iwata and now I don't have to swap everything over when I want to use a different needle, I can just grab the brush that has the one I want.

[tokumilfshowdown]

[attackcopterblog]

MMP MINI by Kopis Designs: The Ultimate Compact Tool

Kopis Designs releases the MMP MINI (Marty Mcpry Driver) Kopis Designs introduces the MMP MINI, a compact version of the popular MMP tool. It features a V-grind flathead, a chisel ground pry end with a nail puller, and a central channel for standard 1/4 bit drivers, enhancing its versatility for various tasks. Kopis Designs states ” You guys loved the OG larger version and we think you’ll dig…