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cloudywriting05 · 3 months

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dollhouse — coriolanus snow

“torture me to sleep, have your way with me.”

» part two of one of the girls, can be read after or alone.

word count: 2,965 words

warnings: borderline physical and verbal abuse [DDDE], blindfolding, p in v, hardcore smut, bdsm, rough sex, slapping, mdni

tags: @urfavnoirette < even helped with the plot ugh 🫶

“What? She fucked him?” The blonde boy asked.

“Trust me, I get it. It’s fucked up. I mean, Sejanus? And not me? We didn’t even believe him until we saw them talking, he definitely fell in that pussy, man.” Festus remarked as he stared at Coriolanus, the blonde boy gazing into the distance at nothing as he soaked in the information he was just told. "Before me too, it's fucking diabolical, dude."

It was true, you had sex with Sejanus. Coriolanus stood there, enraged. Were you, his girlfriend? No, you weren’t. Did he feel betrayed? Cheated? Yes, absolutely. The revelation had his chest tight, his temper soaring, his breath shaking. His girl touched a man, not just any man, the one he hated the most, Sejanus goddamn Plinth. The root of all his problems, self-doubts, and hatred. The boy with the perfect ending, a Capitol success story comes to life, a district boy who rose to the top with his family. Just the mention of his name had Coriolanus completely enraged. There’s nothing Coriolanus wanted more than to kill Sejanus, more than usual right now.

“Are you sure she did? I don’t care, just curious," he questioned, his attention now glued to Festus's lips, making sure he didn't mishear the information.

"Didn't you see them at assembly? They were totally giggling and touching each other, they're definitely fucking, man– plus, Sejanus said it himself, he's one lucky mother fucker, I'll tell you that."

Coriolanus tried calculating when and why you fucked Plinth, or what possessed you to. He knew of your friendship, but nothing else. He always despised when Sejanus would team up with you for projects, the idea of you two alone would kill him every time because he knew something like this would happen; and it did. He was right. Was it because he fucked Livia last weekend? What could possibly be the reason? He couldn't find a reason, but he found a very serious problem. In the blonde boy’s head, he could sleep with half the school, and you still weren't allowed to touch another guy. You were his when you played with toys in the sandbox in pre-k, and you are still to this day. It’s never been said explicitly, because to him it never had to be, he just expected you to know.

“That’s fucking disappointing, isn’t it?” Coriolanus remarked, anger brewed within him.

“I guess…? By the way, are you going to Arachne’s birthday tonight? Everyone is going and I don’t know what the fuck to wear. Exams are fucking me up, man.” Festus whined, rubbing his temples.

“Wear whatever, it’s not like it matters. See you tonight.” Coriolanus replied, walking away to his last period.

Coriolanus knocked on the front door of the overly large mansion, loud electronic music evading through the walls, red and pink lights flashing through the window, eliminating the grass in the front yard. He stood there for a moment until one of his peers opened the door, Clemensia.

“Coriolanus…” she cooed, throwing herself towards the boy into his arms.

He held her as her drink spilled down his side, rolling his eyes in disgust. “Get yourself together, are you alright?”

“No, but you look good… I like your shirt,” she remarked, her finger tracing over the patterns as she leaned against him. She’s fucking insufferable, he thought to himself.

“Thanks, now get up, pretty.” He stated, lifting her onto her feet and turning her around.

With a firm grip on her shoulders, he guided Clemensia through the entrance of the house, closing the door behind him. The volume of chatter grew even louder, an interesting scene in the apparent living room where people were lounging around, kissing and hugging. Releasing his hold on Clemensia, she joined her peers in the room. The blonde boy proceeded down a lengthy hallway, exchanging brief smiles with classmates lining the walls, their conversations blending with the music. Reaching the end, he pushed through holographic streamers dangling from the ceiling and stepped into what resembled a second living room, where vibrant lights flashed, fruity alcohol lingered in the air, and the heat hit him stronger than expected.

He stood there, observing the people he’d been in class with a few hours earlier, now dancing relentlessly against each other under the pulsating music. The bright flashing lights washed over their bodies, while pairs, trios, and groups gathered around, indulging in drinks and cigarettes. Amidst the vibrant chaos, Festus caught his attention with an unfamiliar girl. Navigating through the crowd, Coriolanus reached the center, where he firmly grabbed Festus's shoulder, prompting a swift turn in response.

“Dude! You scared me! You’re here pretty late!” he yelled as he leaned in towards Coriolanus.

“Yeah! I know! Have you seen Sejanus?” Coriolanus yelled back, his body being pushed by people jumping and dancing around him.

“Dude! Yeah! He’s on the dance floor with your girl, man! Look!” Festus’s arm extended and pointed towards you, lost in the music as you danced with Sejanus.

Coriolanus watched your body pressed against his as you winded your hips, Sejanus’s hands resting on both sides of you, pushing up against your back. He let out a sigh as you whispered something into Sejanus’s ear and led yourself out of the crowd. Coriolanus took the opportunity to pursue you, pushing through everyone. He followed you closely behind, watching your hands struggle as you turned the doorknob and entered the dark bedroom. Keeping his footsteps light he entered behind you, closing the door. He stood silently as you threw yourself onto the bed, letting out a loud groan as your chest hit the mattress.

“Nice dancing back there, whore.” Coriolanus remarked, sending you into a panic.

“Fuck! What the hell are you doing in here, you fucking psycho? How long were you standing there?” you shrieked as you glared at the boy in the corner, your heart pounding inside your chest as it rapidly raised up and down.

Coriolanus let out a dry laugh and sighed, “I knew you could be dirty; I just never knew you could be so fucking cheap, and easy.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Snow?”

“You fucked Sejanus— now give me one reason why I shouldn’t strangle you and shoot him,” Coriolanus spoke calmly, stepping towards you as you sat on the bed.

“Holy shit, you’re insane, Snow. Does it matter who I fuck? You slept with Liv on the weekend and my entire friend group over the summer, so kiss my ass.” you exclaimed, keeping your stance.

“You’re too pretty to be acting like this, doll. So, get some fucking self-respect and never go near him again.” Coriolanus suggested, his finger running down your cheek.

You slapped his hand from your face as he stood in front of you, looking up at him. “But, why? You’re not my boyfriend, and contrary to your personal belief, you don’t fucking own me, Coriolanus.”

“You said I did when I fucked you so good that you came back for seconds and thirds.”

“I hate to break it to you but, your personality is not as likable as your dick, Coryo. Now get the fuck out.”

“No, not until you apologize for having sex with the biggest bitch of Panem.” he protested, causing you to erupt into laughter.

“Fuck, you really are crazy, Coriolanus... If you won’t get out, I will myself. Move.” you shot up from the bed, your chest grazing his as you pushed past him.

You stalked towards the door, Coriolanus grabbed your arm and pushed you, slamming your back into the wall. You cried out in pain. The boy stood an inch from you, his hands pinning yours against the wall. Your body was engulfed in complete fear, you were horrified.

“If you think for a second, I’m gonna let you go out and grind against that fucking bastard, you’re wrong. You’re staying here, I don’t care when the party ends,” he declared, his face centimeters from yours, your wild eyes staring at his.

“Coriolanus, let me the fuck go,” you spoke calmly.

“Why? Why are you acting like you don’t want this? I know you’re probably getting off to it because this is the type of shit your sick brain likes.” he sneered, adorning a vicious smirk.

You hated him. You hated him because you knew he was right. The heat between your legs, his breath against your neck, his grip on your hands. You wanted him so badly, and you hated that he knew it. “Why the fuck would I want you to touch me?”

He raised your hands above your head, keeping them first against the wall. He let his free hand travel down your side, his other hand clasping at your wrists, holding them in place. His hand wandered to your bare stomach, his fingers then wandering under your skirt. Drawing circles against your clothed pussy, the same pussy that was begging for his touch. “I can already fucking feel it, you’re wet. Such a whore, now tell me what you did with Sejanus.”

He spun you around, your chest slammed against the cold wall. His hands still clasping at your wrists which were now behind you, resting on the lower curve of your back. With the side of your cheek pressed against the wall, you breathed out. “I fucked Sejanus.”

“Say it again.”

“I fucked Sejanus Plinth and let him cum all over my face,” you admitted, your voice shaking.

“Good girl for being honest for once, hm.” he sighed.

He freed your hands, but they still found a way to stay put behind your back. The blonde boy raised his hand and landed it against your ass as hard as he possibly could, conjuring up all his strength to do it a second time. You shrieked in agony, as you bit your lip.

“You know, sluts like you should get worse, but I’m so fucking nice to you. So, fucking nice. You’re just so pretty it hurts to hurt you,” his hand traveled up to your chin, caressing it, then gripping it firmly, forcing your head to turn in his direction, “but your mouth, my love. Your fucking mouth gets you in trouble.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care, doll. Give me the ribbon,” he tapped his finger against the ribbon around your left thigh, and you untied it, handing it to him shamelessly. “Get on your knees.”

You dropped to your knees, shuffling around to face Coriolanus. His pelvis hovered in front of your face; you peered up at him as he glared down at you. You could still make out his features by the bright lights flashing through the edge of the door frame. Your last look at the boy’s pretty face. He caressed your hair before tying the ribbon around your eyes firmly, and your breath hitched.

“Feel how hard I am, doll. Do what you do best, whore.” he remarked, grabbing your hand, and placing it against his achingly hard cock.

Your hands scrambled to unzip it as fast as you could without your vision. The rush consumed you as you successfully unzipped his pants, sliding your hand inside his boxers, earning a groan from the blonde boy. You pulled his pants down slightly, completely freeing his hard cock. Your hands flailed in front of you until you found it, gripping it firmly. You let the tip of his cock into your salivating mouth. You spat on it mercilessly, stroking it with both your hands. You placed his top against the flat of your tongue, running it against it in circles. Coriolanus choked back moans, refusing to feed your ego.

Your lips puckered around his tip, sucking on it, the pre cum now on your tongue. You began to take his dick into your throat, deeper with every head movement. You felt his cock slide in and out of your mouth, moving graciously against your tongue. Your hands moved to massage the base of his cock, alternating between his massaging his balls, and flowing the movement of your mouth. Coriolanus’s chest heaved as he moaned shamelessly, not caring about your ego anymore.

His hand moved to grab a chunk of your hair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat as you mercilessly sucked his dick. Your head moved vivaciously as his cock thrusted in and out of your mouth. Coriolanus pulled his cock out of your frantically, not wanting to cum inside your mouth. He rested his tip against your open mouth. You sat there, tongue out and eager. He slapped the tip of his cock against your tongue a few times before stepping away.

“Get up, pretty.” he purred, helping you off the floor and onto your feet. He began removing your clothes piece by piece, throwing them to the side without struggle, he’d done this before.

You stood completely bare, blindfolded, solely relying on the same boy who swore he was going to kill you. Coriolanus led you towards your bed as you followed him blindly, silently instructing you to position yourself in the center of the bed, which you did without saying. He pried your legs open, revealing your glistening pussy.

“Did Sejanus get you this wet?” he asked, you shook your head frantically in reply. “I know, darling, what a shame.”

He traced a finger towards your heat and then started running it through your folds, causing soft moans to escape from your lifts. His finger traveled up and down your wet folds, pressing against your clit with each movement. Coriolanus watched your body react as you arched your back towards him, he sat beside you, his hand between your legs, studying every bit of you. He moved two digits towards your entrance and pushed inside slightly, he watched your lips open to let out a staggered moan, your hair caught under the blindfold. His fingers went deeper within you a second time, causing you to gasp, and then the boy didn’t wait to pick up a rhythm.

His fingers slid in and out of you, your wet vagina aching, as its own lube, you began to moan out for the boy with your sight still completely covered. “Fuck, Snow.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, lowering his mouth to your nipple, lapping at it before you could answer.

His fingers still pumped in and out of you, “I do, you’re so good.”

He raised himself to look at your face again, he figured you weren’t in the state he wanted you to be in. His pace began to pick up, but instead, he used the flat of his palm to rub and press on your slit. The friction catches you off guard. His palm slid up and against both your folds and clit, sliding back to push his fingers further into you. His pace sped up, your back arched itself so your hips raised towards his hand. He watched your facial expression change as he mercilessly fucked your pussy with his hand. “Wait, Coriolanus!”

“No, I won’t. Now shut up and take it like you took Plinth’s dick, whore.” he snapped, breathing against your neck as his hand fucked you. He tapped on your side and without saying you flipped over, knowing what he meant without him having to say a word.

He snatched the thick ribbon from your chest and slid it around your neck, the two ends of the ribbon in his grip as it pressed against your neck. Pushing his cock into you, he smiled. “Does that feel good?"

You nodded through your moans as his cock slid in and out of you. He yanked on the ribbon suddenly, thrusting your head back towards him. You struggled as he restricted you from breathing while he fucked you. You didn’t know how you could be so helpless with him, how you let him do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted but he got you regardless. Coriolanus’s cock thrusted into you mercilessly, watching your ass bouncing against him. The door creaked open causing the boy to snap his head.

Plinth stood in horror, not being able to register the scene in front of him. Sejanus stood with his mouth open, Coriolanus briefly stopped thrusting and glared back at him. A smile crept up on the blonde boy’s face as he picked his pace up again you moaned beneath him completely oblivious, Coriolanus still glaring at Sejanus who began to close the door. You smiled to yourself as his cock filled you with every movement, completely satisfied, in complete bliss.

“Plinth could never fuck you like I do, okay?” he remarked through his moans, his cock still plowing into you.

“I know, I’m, I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry. You’re just so good,” you cried out, his hand pulling on the ribbon this time forcing you to look back at him, “Do what you want to me, I’m gonna cum, please!”

He watched your body retract against his cock, shaking. You fell onto your chest, the boy continued to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty but so stupid,” he stated, his pace not slowing down, “don’t know how to keep your legs closed.”

His free hand landed against your ass. “Now, you’re gonna sit here and swallow Daddy’s cum, okay?”

“Yes, I will, please.” He pulled his cock out of you as you turned around to face him, not hesitating to place his cock on the flat of your tongue.

You stroked it slowly, watching his eyes roll, “Fuck, you’re so eager for me,”

“Always.” you breathed against his cock, his cum spilling against your tongue, cheeks, and forehead.

He fell onto his back, your eyebrows cocked upwards. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Mrs Capitol, tell me,” he replied as you lowered yourself next to him.

“I never fucked Sejanus.”

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year

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1880 Victorian in Royersford, Pennsylvania is a fixer-upper bargain for $339,900. It has 6bds. 1.5ba. Royersford is 32mi. Northwest of Philadelphia & has become highly popular and the place to call home. The certificate is from the Millworker Brothers that once owned it.

Unfortunately, someone replaced the wainscoting with 1970s paneling, but that can come down easily. The baseboards are still there and so is the inlaid floor. But, the star is that curved door.

Entrance hall. I like the way they did the carpeting to expose the inlaid.

Closeup of the intricate carving on the newel post.

You can see that it still has the crown molding, wainscoting on the left, and the original fireplace. I don’t know if the pocket doors are still intact b/c of the curtains.

The beautiful fireplace surround is here, and I would definitely remove that board and the fake bricks.

The railing is an unusual design.

The floors look like they can be definitely be redone. More fake brick that has to come down.

There’s a nice built-in cabinet, so this must be the dining room. It needs to be stripped and refinished, though. The current stain and finish is rough.

The sunporch has lots of potential.

The kitchen is large and needs some updating, but look at that beautiful window.

Wonderful ornate original hardware.

Wish they hadn’t painted the molding up here black, but there’s a great linen closet on the left.

Bright bedroom.

I wish they would’ve shown more of the 3rd floor interior b/c it looks so fabulous.

It has 2 widow watches, but it looks like the doors were replaced by windows.

Why didn’t they show the interior of the turret room?

Nice deck and a patio on the back that needs some power washing.

This garden can definitely be revived.

Good-sized yard.

The front gate and fence need some sanding and Rust-O-Leum.

This could be a great house.

The area is supported by a revitalized business district with quaint shops, restaurants, a popular ice cream shop (Handels) and a historic fire house recently converted to a brew pub (Lost Planet) and plans for redevelopment of the nearby river front (some of which has already been completed...drop your Kayak in the river) all these amenities are within a 2-7 block walk.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/109-2nd-Ave-Royersford-PA-19468/9884687_zpid/

#victorian fixer upper #victorian architecture #old house dreams #houses #house tours #home tour

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waywardangel-wilds · 18 days

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What do I HC the victors doing with their time post mockingjay?

Katniss: still hunts but not every day. She also runs an informal daycare / camp where she teaches kids about what plants are safe and how to sing. She doesn’t really have a formal job but she loves helping out however she can. She also volunteers a lot at the local orphanage. Those kids are never wanting any baked treat, Katniss provides. She’s also all up in Haymitch’s business about his health, she will not allow him to potentially fracture another hip. Sometimes she does front counter at the bakery, but it’s mostly because Peeta thinks she looks adorable with the milkmaid braid she wears (she doesn’t want to get hair on any of the breads). She is fully taking advantage of that, by the way. She has a small but very close group of friends. Girlfriends! For the first time! It feels very special and she’s very grateful. One of her friends is an RN so Katniss makes sure Haymitch can’t escape his healthcare provider. She’s made friends with the local butcher too - he really appreciates having access to fresh game and Katniss really appreciates not having to butcher her kills every damn time. No hunting partner tho, at least not yet. That kind of bums her out, but it’s alright.

Haymitch: he drinks when Katniss isn’t looking. Mostly just hangs out with the other ‘old dudes’ from town and argues about what exactly happened at the market 30 years ago. Plays a lot of chess, either at home or in the town square. Yells at kids to quit running just randomly. He’s also at like, every town hall meeting. He doesn’t let the mayor get away with anything. When he says something he doesn’t like, he stands up (like luke in Gilmore girls lol) and argues - if they tell him to sit down he goes “Thom, who got you your freedom?”

Peeta: he runs a whole business thank you very much. It takes a lot of effort to keep it from burning to the ground (it is literally fine, he’s just annoying). When he isn’t doing that he’s with Katniss, either helping her with her collection of non-jobs, or just spending time with her. He also spends a lot of time with his friends. His coworkers from the bakery and a few other people he’s met from being in town all the time. Sometimes they just hang out on the front yard of someone’s house. Other times they might play a ball game or something, they all have kids anyway might as well do something together. (Do not ask about the go karting incident). He also spends a lot of time hanging out with Delly and her family. She runs a farm about an hour out of town and does it in a perfectly chaotic way. He’s impressed. He also loves all the free shit he gets out of her chosen career path - prime quality flour thank you very much. Also some home brewed beer. Oh, I almost forgot, district twelve got their wrestling team back after Peeta kept nagging the high school principal every time they came by the bakery for a donut. Like, come on, the kids need enrichment! Plus, he already knows what to coach them on! He even has a mug that says coach on it just waiting to be used! He could double as an art teacher! (They said yes).

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hazbinextgeneration · 6 months

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Housed Hearts Ch2 Apartment Troubles

(This will heavily reference House Hunted 2 by Mortisfox and maybe House Hunted also by Mortisfox. Only the OC is mine.)

-THESE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS TAKE PLACE TWO YEARS BEFORE ROSE MEETS MAISON-

A coughing filled the air as the greyhorse bus pulled away from the station with a growl from its engine blowing up smoke as it drove off. It continued down the street before turning around a corner. Leaving the smell of smoke and oil in the air.

"Ugh. This is why I don't like the old models." She shook her head and waved a hand in front of her face to help disperse the foul smell from her nose. "Right then. I should be close to my house. But first thing's first. I'm starving."

Normal Business District. The place where she was going to be staying while on the waiting list for the housing department to find an actual house for her. Admittedly not the most ideal situation but she was sure she was going to be patient. She understood it took a while and she was sure her temporary apartment was going to be fine. However for now she was hungry so she was going to look for a restaurant before heading over to her temporary new home. Couldn't walk around on an empty stomach and she knew the address anyways so finding it later shouldn't be a problem. Grabbing her suitcase in one hand, she began walking away from the bus station and into the town ahead of her.

It was your typical busy small town with your typical wife variety of stores and various other businesses. 'Normal Business District' as it was called due to just how many companies were established here and how so many stores were opening up shop here constantly. Although she knew some of them were definitely far from 'normal'. It was just a matter of keeping your eyes open...Or in her case one eye. On the surface any normal person wouldn't think twice when looking at all these things. A local clothing store. A bar. There was a few convience stores. Maybe a grocery store here and there. Throngs of people walked around her not even batting an eye at her. Cars of all kinds honked and drove up and down streets. Your typical thriving town area. It was something that was a blessing compared to the tense aura that she used to be in. With a deep inhale she was able to sniff out her target nearby. The smell of hard brewed coffee and various food smells wafted towards her from the air. Ah! A restaurant of some kind was nearby. Perfect timing. She was starving. Smiling and increasing her strides she quickened her pace and headed towards the source of the smells.

She was eventually able to locate the cafe when she turned a corner and there it was across the street. It was small and quant and the smell of coffee wafted out strongly every time someone opened it's door either to go in or out of the cafe. From the large glass windows she could already see a few people inside eating the delicious food. Perfect. Smiling she made her way across the street. She had just made it across the street and a few yards from the cafe's doors when a sentence caught her ear.

"And you're sure this person WAS from the housing department and not just someone who called themselves a realtor or real estate agent?"

She stopped in her tracks pausing at the sentence before turning her head to the right and finding a sight. A petite woman was standing just a few feet away from her talking to a man. Long dark brown hair was thrown over her shoulder in a braid and brown eyes focused in concentration as she scribbled something down on a clipboard she carried. A red sweater and black skirt was her outfit. After she finished writing down whatever it was she was writing, she looked back to the man, seemed to thank him, and then looked around her. Her eyes locked with hers as she still stared and with a smile the strange woman approached.

"Good afternoon!," she greeted her as she stood in front of her close enough to hear with a smile. "You look new around here. May I have a moment of your time?"

She blinked but smiled politely back. "Sure. I'm in no hurry."

"Oh thank you. I promise I won't hold you for too long. My name is Ivy Woodrow," she introduced herself, "I'm the assistant to the mayor of the valley and I'm just doing my monthly census. I have to keep very close track of those coming in and the state of everyone's living experience. So you're a new resident I'm assuming?"

"Yes and no. I've lived here my whole life however it's my first time in Normal Business District. I'm just staying here temporarily until my new house is set up."

"I see." At this Ms. Woodrow hummed and scribbled something else on her clipboard looking between her and it. "I think I remember you. That would make you Ms. Rose Willow correct?" Rose happily nodded. "Ah. We're so happy to have you then. It really is a nice place to live if you know where you're going." She then hummed again and rose a brow. "I do have to ask about this 'house' you mentioned. "It was assigned to you by the Uncanny Valley Apartment Hunters right? And not by a REALTOR?"

"No. Well at least not yet. I paid for a house but it's going to take awhile so I've been told. Until then I'm renting an apartment here," Rose explained before smiling. "Don't worry. I'm not about to fall for those guys tricks."

"Ah. Perfect. Then you're already aware of the dangers."

"REALTORS might be tricky but I don't consider them dangerous unless I fall for their tricks, which I won't. Trust me. I've been living here long enough to know that."

"Ah. Good to know. And about REALTORS. I can't seem to find one of them for my census so just...stay alert," she warned, "I'm pretty sure they've reached their monthly attoinment but we've had some mishaps."

Rose sighed. "As you do with REALTORS. I'll be fine but thanks for the heads up."

Ivy smiled and nodded. "Hope you have a wonderful day. If you need anything stop by the Mayor's office."

She didn't say anything as Ms. Woodrow left and went onto talking to a different person. Rose shook her head before continuing on into the cafe to quench her growling stomach. She was quick to get in line and grab herself a tea and some doughnuts and scurry for the back of the cafe. A wooden seat met her but it felt entirely like memory foam hugging her body. That might've been strange to someone but normal to her. The red tea hopped between smells of florals, fruit, and caramel corn. The liquid tasted spicy then sweet then buttery. Nothing out of the ordinary for valley tea. The ham and cheese sandwich she grabbed just tasted like a plain sandwich. But the cake which looked to have purple dyed sugar with an edible gold symbol on top exploded spicily in her mouth before it deepened into a rich chocolate. Yep. Typical Valley food. She sighed in content just enjoying herself and looking out the window. Just watching the people go by. It was peaceful today. Not a worry in the world as she leasurely ate at her own pace. However she didn't notice the figure approaching her table until he made himself known.

"Hello pal!"

Rose jumped and whirled around blinking her eye and paused at who she saw. And older stocky man stood there perhaps a foot shorter than herself and smiled at her. He wore a plaid yellow coat, greyish undershirt, brown pants, red bowtie, and had a house pin pinned to his coat. He smiled at her with a tooth missing, a small mustache, and a grey haired comb over. And a very obvious cord like appendage sticking out from his neck.

She recognized what he was in an instant.

He cleared his throat before talking to her. "*ahem* I..." He smiled but paused with a blink. "Uh...Hang on." She watched as he reached into a pants pocket only to pull out a small piece of paper, looked over it, and then stuffed it back into said pocket with a smile right back to her. "Right. Right. *ahem* My name is Heim Baile. REALTOR. And I would LOVE to sell you a house today!"

Calmly she slowly smiled at him and his familiar speech. Ah. A REALTOR. She's definitely seen plenty of them around but none quite like this one. His movements were awkward and sluggish and he seemed to be perspiring a lot. Also how ironic was it that she'd run into one of them after just speaking about them around fifteen minutes ago.

"Um..Yes. so I would love to show you to your future home."

She chuckled before raising a brow. "A house that I haven't even looked at yet?"

He suddenly stiffened puffing his cheeks out for a moment. "Oh. Did I mess it up again? Forgive me. I'm a bit rusty with the whole REALTOR schtick. I would love to SELL you a house!" He corrected himself quickly making her chuckle despite herself. "This is the part where I give you my card. One moment!" She smiled watching as he quickly patted himself down going through pockets until he eventually pulled out a card. "Aha! Got it!"

He held it out to her and she took it from him out of curiosity to peer at it. On it was written 'Heim Baile #463 REALTOR' along with a phone number. And was that a smiley face and heart sticker on it? A few coffee stains creased the sides. Her smile widened despite herself. This was a REALTOR's card?

"Please gimme a call soon. I really need this."

"Hmhm. I'll think about it."

With a gleeful smile on his face, the man turned and quickly shuffled his way out of the cafe. She chuckled as he accidentally knocked over a few things gaining a few angry shouts and frowns from other people. She chuckled as he eventually waddled out the door and disappeared from sight. My my. Quite a fellow. Rose sat there for a moment before shaking her head and pocketing the card. Wasn't going to fall for any of his tricks but it was always amusing to see them try. Oh well. Such was life here.

The rest of her meal was peaceful and soon after she grabbed her luggage and left again. Walking back into the busy streets and walking towards the address she remembered so well. It should be just a little bit aways from here. And it indeed did not take long to find. An apartment complex just sitting there ready to live in. Now they said she'd be temporary set up in apartment one on the first floor until a house with her specific wants was found for her. It was easy to find the apartment and easier to just reach for the handle and just turn it...Only for it to not turn? Rose blinked. Before trying again a few times. Each time it was obviously locked with a click.

Eventually she hummed. "Well this isn't good."

The company said the apartment would be totally unlocked and the key left in the kitchen. She tried the door a few more times to no avail before giving up. She stared at the door for a few more seconds before reaching into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Dialing a number she put the phone to her ear and waited as it rung a few times. After a moment someone eventually picked up.

"Hello. Uncanny Valley Apartment Hunters. How many I help you?",a voice asked through the phone.

"Yes. I'm locked out of my rental apartment. Can I ask why?"

"Yes. We know who you are, Ms. Willow. We were going to call you but-" The person on the other end was suddenly cut off by a loud woman's shriek. It was so loud Rose had to pull her head away. The scream was followed out by...game show music? "Sorry. We were going to call you but we're having some difficulties at the office. We're working on getting the Mayor's assistant over here to solve it. Until then we're afraid your apartment had some slight-" the person was again cut off by some loud laughter and a massive sound of a chainsaw whirring about. Rose just...stared at the phone in shocked silence. "UGH! Listen. I'm sorry but your apartment won't be ready for- Oh! Ivy, you made it! Be right back, Ms. Willow."

Rose continued to stare at the phone. Well...that certainly wasn't something she was expecting but again things were never normal around the valley. The sounds of papers shuffling about and distant arguing was heard but it was hard to hear over the game show music still going on. Although she thought she Heard the words misunderstanding and host. Eventually the voice spoke again.

"Your apartment might not be ready until tomorrow. Our deepest apologies. This usually doesn't happen but there seems to be a mix up. We'll reimburse you for a hotel stay for the night. Go see the sights or something. There's still a chance we'll have this fixed in a few hours. Just... don't go through any strange doors for a while."

"Oh... Alright then."

The phone was hung up and Rose continued to stare at the door for a long moment... before sighing. Well crap. This wasn't good. And she was looking forward to just getting some sleep early. Oh well. She might as well go and get a hotel room for the day then if it won't be ready until tomorrow. Honestly these sudden annoyances were always the worst. She thought she saw a hotel in town as she walked to get here. Might as well go there..but she was calling a taxi. No way she was walking back all the way there with the distance. With nothing left to do, Rose just rolled her luggage out and again looked at her. Now what was that taxi company's number again? She walked out phone in hand just about to dial in the number-

"Heya pal!" Rose jumped at the sound of someone suddenly behind her and looked up...only to blink at the REALTOR from before. A few green leaves clinging to his body. "I had a feeling you were gonna call me. I could feel it in my bones."

Her eye blinked at him for a moment before her brow rose. "Actually I was about to call a taxi. You were just in those bushes weren't you?"

Again he seemed to stiffen nervously. "N-No?....AAAAAAAnyways. What say me and you go look at that house now?" He said changing the subject making her again slowly become amused. "He's just dying to meet ya!"

He was trying really hard wasn't he? It was amusing and almost cute in a way. He looked awkward but no where near threatening. She could tell. ...Ah what the heck. It wouldn't hurt to humor him a bit. She can always call a taxi when she was done being amused.

"Alright. I'll look at the house, but I'm not promising anything,"

He looked surprised for a moment but gladly lit up. "Hey. Don't worry about it! Just gettin' you inside the house is more than enough for.." He paused for a moment humming. "What do they call it? Commission? Yeah. Something like that."

She only chuckled. "Alright. Lead the way. "

He happily turned on his heels and gestured to her to follow as he started to slowly waddle off down the street. "Do you like television shows? There's this one game show program that I always enjoy watching. There's always something different on there every time!"

Game show? Huh. Kinda ironic that she heard a game show music over the phone. "Not much into game shows but I do like watch plant documentaries and gardening videos on the net. I adore gardening. Although crime shows are good too. It's fun to try and guess who did it and what happens next."

"Never really thought of it like that. You like fast food? The burger prince around the corner is always a great place to grab some grub!"

"I usually don't eat greasy foods too much but yeah. They make good burgers. I prefer the valley's teas and cakes myself. It's like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."

"Mmm. Chocolate."

He continued to walk awkwardly down the street then going across one street and down another street before he rounded a corner. She followed him all the way. This wasn't too far from her apartment anyways so she could just walk back. It was a more suburban area of the Normal Business District and there was your standard houses in between one or two more grocery stores. Eventually he stopped and turned to her with a smile.

"Here we are, pal!"

Rose turned her eye towards across the street he faced and rose a brow. "You're selling an empty lot?''

"Ah! Nah. I mean the one behind me."

She turned back behind him. And then paused at what she saw. It was a house yes but it was an absolute DISASTER of one. The house looked old and had so many cracks in their walls, and the roof looking like it would collapse any second being slumped over like that. The windows were covered in dirt on the outside and the lawn barely had any grass. Only in dead patches here in there around the yard as it was littered with trash. Mostly empty fast food containers. She continued to stare at the dismayed house for a long moment.

"....THIS is the house?!," she asked in shock. She didn't mean for it to come off so rude but it just slipped out.

"Hey now, pal. It's a little rough around the edges sure. But with some tender love and care this house can become a home in no time!,'' he tried to assure her but seemed a bit nervous. "Or whatever. You just gotta see the insides. I promise you won't be disappointed."

She continued to stare at the poor sight. This was the REALTOR's main body?! Why did it look so poorly maintained? Even the least threatening REALTOR would have a decent looking main body. What on earth happened to him?

She slowly nodded. "Ok. Show me the inside."

Heim paused for a moment looking surprised. "Really?! Hot dog!!"

She couldn't help herself when he suddenly gave what looked like a happy Hop but only lifted himself about an inch off the ground. She giggled at him. For a REALTOR he sure acted rather cuter than most others she's seen. She watched Heim quickly walk to the door and open the door, politely gesturing for her to come in. She walked over until she stood just inside the doorway to look in. She wasn't naive enough to walk inside a strange REALTOR's main body. That's how people got eaten. She did peer her head in...and found the inside as bad as the outside. His illusions weren't very good at disguising his inner body. Isolation perked out everywhere from the walls and ceiling and the floors looked so scuffed and worn out. Graffiti looked to be scribbled across the walls and a torn looking sofa. The illusions weren't good at all. The only decent thing inside the place was the Giant TV that wasn't a part of the illusions.

"Well...What do ya think, pal? Not too bad right?"

Rose didn't say anything at first just looking around cringing on the inside. "Well... It's..not that bad. Not the worst thing I've ever seen."

He again stiffened for a moment in surprise before a bashful smile appeared on his face. "Wow. Ah geez. No one's ever said something that nice to me. I..Uh..Dunno what to say."

"I'd ask what you've been fed recently." Her eye looked around at everything before looking back at him. "You're either not being fed enough or the food you are eating isn't nutritious enough. It's not the worst I've seen but definitely a bit of off your mark there." She smiled at him. "Have you tried talking to the mayor about it?"

He continued to stare at her before he suddenly looked nervous. "Er...Is it that obvious?"

"Pretty much. I knew from the moment I saw you. It also helps that your lure cord is pretty visible. But I will say, I'm glad to meet a REALTOR that's different from the others I've seen." She giggled again smiling at him. "And one that can make me smile."

He again seemed to be flustered by her words. "Oh. Wowza. I uh.. Wasn't expecting that. Or such nice words. ... Please forgive me for being a bit forward but...Well gotta shoot my shot right?" Rose blinked as all of a sudden she found her hand being lifted and held by the REALTOR and...was his lure blushing. "Would you give this down-on-his-luck house a chance and let me take you on a date? I don't gotta lot of money but I'll treat you right."

Rose stared at him in shock for a long moment before she burst into a flurry of giggles and couldn't help but smile. "Oh my. Well aren't you forward."

He chuckled nervously. "What can I say? G-Gotta try my shot."

"Can't ever say I've ever been asked out that forward before especially by a REALTOR." His hands felt sweaty and plant like. Like wet leaves after rain. "But perhaps we should take things slow. We only just met and you don't even know my name."

Heim blinked before smiling nervously. "Uh. Yeah. Guess you're right. Haha. W-What is your name?"

She smiled at him. "My name is Rose. Rose Willow. It's nice to meet you Mr. Baile. You're quite possibly the nicest REALTOR I've ever met. But I hope you don't mind if I don't come inside. Y'know how it is."

"Oh. Actually I filled up on fast food earlier today. I'm also not very particularly fond of human. Give me a giant greasy burger any day right?"

"Can't say I disagree with that but then why were you following me around?"

"Hey. What's the point of being a REALTOR if I don't try getting out there every so often?"

She hummed. "Fair enough." A sudden ring through the air making both pause and Rose blinked. Her phone was ringing. "Oh. ..That might be the housing company. Excuse me. I should take that." She gently pulled her hand away before getting her phone from a pocket and holding it up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hello. Ms. Willow?"

"Speaking."

"Great news! We were able to get everything in order with the help of Ms. Woodrow the Mayor's assistant." Oh. So it was the apartment company. "Your apartment is all ready for you now. We are sorry for the inconvenience. We can have a car pick you up from wherever you are to bring you back."

"No need. I'm only three streets away. I'll walk back but thanks for the heads up."

"If you insist. Thank you for going through the Uncanny Valley Apartment Hunters. Operating REALTOR free since nineteen eighty seven."

She smiled hanging up before looking back at Heim. "That was the housing department. My apartment is ready. I'd better go and check to make sure the movers didn't damage anything of mine. Sorry to cut our meeting short."

"Oh." He looked a little disappointed at that. "So soon?"

"You know where Im living for now. My apartment is the first one on the first floor. You can come visit me again if you want to, or you can stop by the green house in town. I work there. It'd be nice to make a new friend."

"R-Really?! Oh. You're being awfully nice to me. No one's ever wanted to be friends before."

"Just because you're a REALTOR that doesn't mean I can't show you decency." She patted his shoulder making him smile. "Feel free to stop by sometime and see me. I can always use the company."

He nodded. "I will! I'd love to see you again."

"Then I look forward to seeing you again."

With a small turn and wave Rose began walking away from Him and towards the apartment again. Certainly an unusual day. But for now she'd prefer the comforts of her own bed.

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janspar · 4 months

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After the Liberation

Muzhits,

I trust the lapse in our discourse requires no explanation or forgiveness, old friend; we are but recently able to send letters beyond the city once more, after the insurrection that struck my district. I understand Mirsvr has not gone without similar agitation and suffering. I regret this sincerely for your fine city, and I rejoice that the greater terror that held Lansk is yet a stranger to you. I hope to hear gladder news of your affairs than the sad tale I give you today. I won't inflict upon you further accounts of the agitators' occupation; I cannot tell you anything that has not been printed in broadsheets, though I counsel you to doubt the more lurid stories. Since the district's liberation however, our business has not returned to its previous condition.

I was in the unenviable position of providing a necessary product to the citizens of the district, and so I was forced to deal with the Executive and the self-appointed tyrants of the Supply Committe. I had no wish to support or validate their actions, but had less wish for the innocent population to starve! Thus, with no small distaste, I continued to produce bread with grain supplied by the Executive, to be distributed by the Executive, even at times relying on workers assigned by the Executive. Collaboration it was not, Muzhits, as it was performed under duress and only out of necessity.

Regardless, when the bailiffs and the Companies took back the District, I could easily have been accused of treachery, were it not for my bakery being shut down for lack of material. A scarce two days prior, I had a cart of grains stolen from my yard, the very last in the city that I could secure. I could not prove the author of this outrage, though I know it to have been on behalf of Pivan. That scoundrel has not been seen since the night of the battle, when his brewery was destroyed. The loss of that brew is a sore blow to Lansk; the man shall not be mourned so deeply. Nevertheless, this theft proved fortunate, as I had to suspend operation and thus the Company had no basis to accuse me of collaboration with agitators on that first day, a day of brutal reprisal.

I said, however, circumstances have not improved. Supply is still disrupted, as despite the collapse of the barricades, the Erthani no longer trade here and the Companies are struggling to deliver supplies sufficient to our needs. Many of my workers have fled or been arrested – good dependable men and women, who I never suspected of agitation in years of employment, are nowhere to be found. Those who remain are often without homes, or grievously injured, or seeking better employment than the wages I can promise on such meager trade. A new Temari agent has been deployed to distribute capital in aid of reconstruction, but I like her not. It's said she was a Licence-Prospector, and a brute. Whether this is true I cannot confirm, but despite abundant rumours of her rough conduct, she has taken on many clients and partners among my fellow business owners. I hope I will not need to resort to her aid.

You no doubt heard of the slaying of Chief Bailiff te Eintov, your fellow son of Mirsvr. I never thought to ask, did you know him? I can only hope the new appointee Akhirin Sarta will not repeat te Eintov's mistakes. The zeal he has shown in the first days of his office exceeds what is required – raids of businesses and homes are commonplace, carried out upon the least suspicion, and far more brutal than is wise. Though I have not been subjected to Sarta's attentions yet I fear that any day he may come, he and his bailiffs backed by Temari marines.

As you see, Muzhits, my siutation is dire, perhaps as dire as ever it was beneath the agitators. I know not of your situation, owing to our isolation from business matters, but I ask you – any spare capital you may have to lend me, or other assistance you could render, would be a great boon to an old friend in need. A stake in my business is forthcoming, should this be favourable, and my gratitude will be a surer bond still. I await your reply, and hope to hear of your continued success and prosperity.

Your friend,

Khlen Khalev

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echantedtoon · 6 months

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Housed Hearts Ch2 Apartment Troubles

(This will heavily reference House Hunted 2 by Mortisfox and maybe House Hunted also by Mortisfox. Only the OC is mine.)