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[willowchild]

Us at work when we sneakily dumped the bunny hatch waste at some pile of building crap after they told us we can't

[kaivenom]

Being Venom's host and dating Spiderman HCS

Masterlist

Andrew!Spider

He is amused at first.

He is a big geek for comics and nerd about science so when he saw an alien with a parasite form who is an antihero and plus is unified with an atractive human, inmediatly obsessed.

This means that your first dates were in reality lab dates, with him making tests on the symbionte and chatting with you.

Like all spidermans, he doesn't like the killing part but he makes all his efforts to prevent it from happening.

Which means always having chocolate snacks on his bag and even making like protein snacks with the substance you need.

Venom says it tastes really bad but you oblige him to not say anything because Peter looks really happy to help you feed.

Spontaneous dates where you both climb onto the empire state or things like that.

Always being lab partners and eating together.

He got used to Venom's pressence really fast, you were worried he would be uncomfortable with it but he accepted it was a part of you.

He even ends up being the pacifier if Venom and you are angry at each other. One time even unifiying to Peter to make you jealous and making him see their point.

Many sessions of cuddles and emotional support since you sometimes feel like a monster.

He is the most understanding and lovable boyfriend.

Holland!Spider

He is scared of you at first.

He intented to escape you always or arrest you for being a villain.

After some time he started to get to know you a little better, and that made it a lot easier to get along.

He starts to see more the person you are and not the homicidal killer Venom makes you.

You ask him to date, he got nervous but said yes, and for a couple of weeks, you thought he was scared to say no.

But surprisingly, he was a good boyfriend and tried to be the best at taking care of you both.

So your worries faded out.

Dating him It's like dating a pomeranian dog while you are a Big doberman.

You both tried to date like normal people and dont involve your heroes counterparts because yes, he tries to convince Venom to be a hero.

Even with that efforts, you still manage to be protective over him while he gets on night watches.

You are ussually the one iniciating the affections and physic contact but he always corresponds you.

He is a very awkward and clumsy boyfriend.

Miguel O'hara

He hates you at first.

And you both never quite make your relationship oficial.

Every Spider has a Venom but he surely cant stand you at first, and he says that to you very often.

But Its like you are stuck together in that mess.

But then you save his life, and then he is in the need of doing the same, and so on...

Until he started to hate you more for saving him and not being such a bad person, but in reality he started to hate the fact that he found you attractive.

He tries to insult you but you snap him back and that just makes him like you more.

His efforts to continue hating you weren't good which means, one day he couldn't stand It more and kissed you angrily.

That happened again the next day and that other, until almost daily.

You never make it oficial but you know the way he is with you is especial, even with the grumpyness.

He indeed, likes your strenght and determination.

He always tries to look mad and angry at your actions, some times he even is, but he cant be away from you too much so he goes back almost inmediatly.

He is a grumpy and stressed boyfriend

[wirelessmousegirl]

What's your favorite make/model of wireless mouse?

Now unfortunately i dont have the luxury of a wide variety of peripherals, but by far my best experience is the Logitech M270 Triathalon, its buttery smooth and has a very good construction, its made of better materials than even i am. And its got a hefty weight to it, and is Logitech unifiying compatible to boot.

But i have to give my final answer to the TECKNET 2.4G wireless mouse, its really nothing special at all except that it normally goes on sale for $6 and has M4 and M5, mice are supposed to be dependable little creatures and these things can take way more use and abuse than a $6 mouse reasonably should be able too.

[pomengrenan]

Hi fellow readers! I go by the name of H. Aljazi or simply Halo. I am an aspiring author and started creative writing when I was circa 14 years old. I discovered my passion for writing through reading, particularly detective fiction and dystopia. It was a caprice, I recall, when I thought of starting writing as a hobby. I also really love poetry, psychology, and philosophy. In the spur of a mundane moment, I decided to be a creator, not just a consumer. I am currently working on a duology called "Riskometer". My goal for 2025 is to publish at least one book for everyone else to see. What can I say? I've got a bloated ambition I wanna fulfill too. Back to "Riskometer", here's the logline:

"In Thear, a world where Haven and Nevah are divided by walls and rules, an unsatisfied Havenian escapes Haven in search of freedom and purpose, defying his predetermined destiny with a Riskometer that measures danger alongside the Aptem which is a pocket watch. Alongside a trio of unlikely companions, he begins to be set on nightly quests to eliminate all risks, challenging societal norms and pushing the boundaries, in which Havenian governors and Nevanese tribes go against.

Will Ridge Kindler's defiance against his destiny and his Riskometer to eliminate all risks lead to his goal of achieving status as a unifiying "Innovative Havenian Hero", or will he unleash untold danger that will threaten all of Thear?"

"Riskometer" consists of enthralling screens, memorable characterization, and a great setting. It's ripe for your mind that secretly craves original dystopian books with elements of sci-fi. 12 and above is the recommended age rating. Check the link out if you're interested. I also have an unmodified version of Riskometer on archiveofourown, so unless you aren't a pedantic, you can also give that a read. Sorry if this took you so long to read- time is precious, there's no denying. Thanks and happy reading!

[doodlegirl1998]

Oh no, now you've sent me on a rabbit hole surrounding Momo being from a Quirk marriage/designer baby situation 😂.

Given what we've seen from her home and such, I think she comes from old money - at least on one side of her family. It's a common headcanon that her father had an incredibly successful hero support gear company, but I'm wondering if he'd also be old money or not. I think either way, they would have had an arranged marriage to join their companies/assets together, and given how kind Momo's mother seems to be in the 3rd light novel, I think it'd be a pretty stable and happy marriage.

Hi @nutzgunray-lvt 👋,

Definitely. I would imagine that Momo's situation would be a direct contrast to the Todoroki's.

Here's how I would picture it:

Momo's mother and Father's marriage was arranged by their parents for a mutually beneficial quirk marriage and to unifiy their massive assets.

Momo's parents knew of each other beforehand either by both being aristocrats or the heirs to successful, prestigious companies (here's where the fathers family business of making hero support gear comes in.)

Given the situation they both found themselves in (thanks to their own parents) they wished to make the best of it and make each other happy. (Rather like Todoroki Rei's thinking when she decided to marry Endeavour.)

Gradually, Momo's parents became good friends and actually fell in love.

When they each agreed that they were ready for children, they conceived Momo, as per the condition of the marriage arranged by their parents.

Momo was the "successful product" of her parents quirk marriage

After this, Momo's parents mutually decided to have no further children and focus on raising Momo alone.

Due to this, Momo faces a lot of pressure from her grandparents to live up to the family name (from both sides) so she hates when they come to visit.

Outside the family, Momo also faces a lot of pressure, her family is well known and prestigious, so she feels like has to live up to expectations and that she will be scrutinised by others in higher circles more. (Such as the HPSC president, who met her via her father's work event and suggested that she would make an excellent hero with that quirk.)

Momo's parents are loving, her mother being a stay at home mum and an heiress is around more. Her Dad is around less but still loving and calls whenever he can.

Please feel free to add further ideas. I like this AU.

[cobrawolfmeiji]

Surff: Kwami of Sailing

Name: Surff

Aspect: Sailing

Animal form: by-the-wind sailor (Velella velella )

Color: Purple and Blue

Miraculous Iteam: Mariner's astrolabe

Miracle Box: Atlantean Miracle Box (Father Box)

Owner: N/A (Juleka in future chapters)

Transformation Phrase: Surff! Sails Up!

Detransformation Phrase: Sails down

History: Surff is one of the Kwami's of the Atlantean Miracle Box, though lost when Atlantis Sank, only to be found and brought to Paris by Anakra Couffaine and Jagged Stone and later end up in the prosesson of Juleka Couffaine.

Note: a Later Chapter of "Miraculous Ocean Storm" will see Juleka use Surff to become a Velella themed Heroine and also Unifiy Surff with Jawws

Please like and Comment please and also Reblog if you want

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Do you think that Maggie's photos were retrieved from the farm during the missing 17 days after "Coda"? I'm inclined to believe that they were.

In the following episode we see Glenn and Rick admitting that they both wanted to kill Dawn after Beth was shot and "killed". It makes the most sense to me that Glenn would go out of his way to ease Maggie's pain over losing both her dad and her sister by returning to the farm and seeking out any kind of mementoes that might remain.

I suppose it could possibly explain how they were able to create a painting of Beth later on in the show if there was a photo for reference.

Just a side note, but did you pick up on the water themes in the spin offs? We last saw Rick by the water, Maggie and Negan crossing the river, and now Daryl washing up across the sea in France. I'm sure that you've tied Beth to water symbolism before so I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

Yeah, definitely. You just laid out exactly what we were thinking. It just makes sense that they would have gone back and gotten them at some point. And it would fit right into a lot of the questions we've had over the years.

Yes, there are definitely water themes all over the place. I'm positive that's intentional. The water always represents something. Usually, life. But bodies of water are both a unifiying and dividing force, so it's always interesting to see how the show makes use of them.

Great observations, Nonny. Xoxo! 🎆😍

[arrozconpollomequierocasar]

The top image is from a small Peruvian bodega in Miami... called La Bodega :P. The bottom is of Tropical Star. I took the top picture years ago to show my tia that Pannetones were in stock for Christmas. In the second picture however, the shelves really struck me for the variety of items all meshed together. Crackers, Juices, and Candy. all on the same wall. As if the only arbitrary unifiying feature to all of them is that they could be someones childhood favorites, or maybe a craving to fulfill. I also reflected how in these spaces, the use of space is condensed in order to fit as many things as possible. There is no labeling or distinction, instead the customer who interacts is meant to lead themselves.

[raevenlywrites]

OP i want you to know you just articulated something I have been trying to understand about my reaction to media for literal decades.

i have often finished books or shows or movies and not had an actual critique exactly, but a vague feeling of "why did I invest my time in this?" A dissatisfaction of not knowing why it was made, what purpose the creator envisioned, what experience theyd hope id have.

the unifiying factor is a lack of Point. Either the creators didnt really have one or failed spectacularly to communicate one if they did.

thank you for distilling down this idea so I can ask myself "What was the Point?" with more purpose and less listlessness

I do think that, broadly, people like it if the ending of a story makes it feel like there was a Point to everything that led up to it. And that doesn’t mean that an ending has to go “And it was all building up to this!” it just means that an ending should go “This is what has been true about this story the whole time. If this is the last time you think of this story, you should know that this is what it was about.”

Gravity Falls, a show held together with spackle and hope, said in its finale “This is the Point: ‘Trust no one’ is stupid. In the face of mystery and the supernatural and cosmic horror, you can always rely on your family to help you, even if that family is just your sibling, your great-uncle, your coworker and a pig you won at the county fair.” And because it ratified the themes of the show, and because it proved that the themes of the show the audience had absorbed were true, we loved it and accepted the whole corpus of Gravity Falls, despite it being made up as it went along and being held together with chicken wire and sticky tack. It still stands up because the ending served as a thesis statement on everything that was always true about the show.

This post is completely unrelated to any other animated shows that aired their finale recently.

[gulyas069]

what does "unifiying power of music" even mean anyway? what is being unified for what purpose? do you mean your fans? do you mean you want/have fans who have racist views towards other fans?

[sereneceramics]

HJ Magnolia ...

Large Sculpture: Garden of Eden.

Featuring Cheongpyeong, Cheon Jeon Gung, Hyojeong Hospital, & Blessed Tree.

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#hyojeong #sereneceramics #hj #jeongseong #jungsung #peace #peacesculpture #sculpture #figurativesculpture #fineart #art #korea #australianartist #unification #ceramics #seanjackson #gold #lustre #lustres #sunmyungmoon #hakjahanmoon #trueparents #proudunificationist #cheongshim #gardenofeden #cheonjeongung #blessedtree

[libraryspectre]

When I found this podcast they had already been running for several years, but I started at the first episode. I don't believe in ghosts but I don't NOT believe in ghosts, and whichever way I happen to be feeling at the time I enjoy a spooky story. This seemed to be a good podcast for that.

The first few episodes were really fun. They mostly involved the hosts talking about haunted locations and incidents they'd researched. Exactly my thing! Then, they started getting listener submissions. This can also be my thing - I love hearing about people's personal unexplained experiences. If I remember correctly, there were no huge red flags when this started. The hosts didn't really try to offer alternative explanations, but it was harmless enough at that point.

Then the hosts started beginning nearly every episode with stories of spooky things that had happened to them in the past week. That was a little annoying, because it was things like "my hotel room felt creepy" and "the door closed on its own". But then again, they just seemed kind of jumpy.

Then one of the hosts started having episodes of sleep paralysis. Which is a scary experience, but an understood phenomenon. We may not understand it perfectly, but we know it's caused by waking while your brain is still sending certain signals as if you're asleep. I can see how, if you believe in the paranormal, you could believe the experience has supernatural elements. Kind of in the same way you can believe your dreams have paranormal elements (like prophecies or messages) while understanding that dreams in general are a normal thing. But the hosts did not seem to think that way about sleep paralysis. They seemed to believe that it was 100% a paranormal phenomenon. That drove me nuts, and they started getting tons of listeners writing in about their own sleep paralysis experiences and there began this feedback loop of the hosts and listeners stirring each other up over nothing.

The listener submissions became more and more outlandish. In the beginning it was things like "I briefly saw an apparition of my grandmother in her garden" and escalated to things like "I was stalked by the same demon for multiple years and saw it possess people." And they continued to just go along with it. I was uncomfortable with that and stopped listening to those episodes entirely. At this point I was only listening to the researched episodes about haunted locations and such. But they still began each episode talking about whatever draft or creak had terrified them that week, and I couldn't deal anymore and stopped listening.

The unifiying problem here is that even if you believe in the paranormal, you have to admit that sometimes there is another explanation. It will not be a ghost 100% of the time. If you believe that, you end up 1) living in fear of every little thing you can't immediately explain and 2) ignoring huge red flags that someone is experiencing a really distressing delusion or similar. I saw both sides of that going on and, while I can't say for sure that it wasn't all an act (though I don't think it was) they were encouraging this very harmful mindset.

A couple years later I decided to check back in to see if things had improved. The most recent listener submission episode included a story of someone who believed their neighbor was a practitioner of black magic and had cursed them. The hosts were just like "yeah that sounds like what's happening!" and, even with everything I'd heard before, I was shocked at how irresponsible that was.

The last time I checked on their reviews, their was a couple calling them out on their unexamined belief in everything sent to them, and way way more reviews complaining that they had way too many add breaks and spent too much time talking off-topic (which was not an issue in the early episodes lol).

This is a fairly popular podcast among people who listen to paranormal podcasts, and I worry about that sometimes.

I just started this podcast and was enjoying it until they ran an advertisement for a podcast I have major issues with and now idk if I wanna listen to them anymore

[pomengrenan]

Chapter I- Riskometer

Logline: In Thear, a world where Haven and Nevah are divided by walls and rules, an unsatisfied Havenian escapes Haven in search of freedom and purpose, defying his predetermined destiny with a Riskometer that measures danger alongside the Aptem which is a pocket watch. Alongside a trio of unlikely companions, he begins to be set on nightly quests to eliminate all risks, challenging societal norms and pushing the boundaries, in which Havenian governors and Nevanese tribes go against.

Will Ridge Kindler's defiance against his destiny and his Riskometer to eliminate all risks lead to his goal of achieving status as a unifiying "Innovative Havenian Hero", or will he unleash untold danger that will threaten all of Thear?

The mechanical pen moved in leaps guided by the precision of the mechanical hand. Leap after leap, and even more heaps of them. To anyone else, the way the pen danced across the paper looked cinematic. Ridge, however, thought of it a boring ritual through and through.

   Saccharine music played from his personalized jukebox. The more he inked, the blacker it became. Ridge's pupils followed every movement of the pen, never failing to miss a single one.

   Ridge solved the math-based questions as if his future depended on them, though without the passion of an aspiring student. The brownness of his eyes stood out against the dimness of the room. Apparatuses and other tools were scattered everywhere, mirroring the state of the paper he was working on. Ridge sighed and rolled his shoulders. He had not bargained for this, but at least the contract was about to end. This would be the last time he ever laid eyes on a topology worksheet.

   Ridge's room and mind were full of clutter. While his eyes and hands were occupied with the paper, and his mouth with cashews, his head was filled with thoughts about the Sensing Snowglobe. He hummed in tune with the relaxing music and turned his swivel chair so that he was facing the brown pocket watch hanging from the sideboard of his L-shaped desk. The pocket watch's hand was just inches away from the top center, where a falcon symbol replaced the numeral twelve. The sublime pocket watch looked back at Ridge, whose lips upturned. It looked like it had been crafted by a talented kid; the tessellation was a combination of basic and intricate shapes and the falcon was carved inside with a playful, naïve touch. It was a small watch, but Ridge had always believed the micro world was superior to the macro world.

   Ridge's humming grew more wistful, drifting away from the background music. Maybe even excited—scratch that; it was excitement. Internally, he was a miner, excavating a gateway out of the tedious math filling his brain. He kept digging until he found the gold—his unfiltered curiosity awaited him in Nevah. The Outdoors, the opposite of Haven. The Outdoors that made up the other half of Thear. The Nevanese, neither advanced like Haven nor nascent like Havenians. Oh, the things he wondered.

   "Was Thear always a divided world? And if not, what was there before?" Ridge thought as he eyed the pocket watch. He wagged his finger and smiled at it, "Once you touch the falcon, I will get the Sensing Snowglobe and make history as the new Havenian hero and risk ridder."

   Yes, Ridge timed the arrival of the grand day that is known as the Snowglobe Decree Day—and the only one who did that for that matter. Once the Sensing Snowglobe sensed his ideal career and created a landscape to match, he would finally become the hero he had always yearned to be as a child. Even Thear yearned for someone with that ambition. That someone had to be Ridge; it was inevitable for a man of such high devotion and inventiveness.

   Protruding his lower lip, Ridge blew his curtain bangs away from his temples before flicking another crescent nut into his mouth. He continued his math worksheet while puffing his cheeks. He paused chewing the cashew and stopped drawing.

   "Ah..." Ridge swallowed the cud and continued drawing. Ah, oval and crescent—shapes he was drawing on the paper, alongside other complex forms that only a genius could comprehend. Yet, that wasn't why he made the sound. He remembered that finding gold was not enough; he had to pan it to create something marvelous. He had to transform his desire to step out of Haven and visit Nevah into something tangible. Luckily, his pan was already prepared. He knew exactly what to do once he got his Sensing Snowglobe.

   Ridge continued writing in desultory fashion until the pen stopped pelting on the book. The only sound in the room was the soft music from the jukebox. He leaned back, gripping the paper tightly between his fingers. Having completed the last math exercise he would ever work on, he let out a victorious huff and retrieved a piece of blotting paper from his drawer. With a cashew sticking out of his mouth, Ridge pressed the blotting paper onto the math worksheet. Once the ink was absorbed, he removed the blotting paper. Gripping the tape handle at the back, he positioned the paper before the scanner mounted on his deskboard. His swivel chair creaked as he leaned forward, letting out a matching sound of his own as the paper was scanned.

   "Last little lot for the résumé and I'm good to go."

   The scanner signaled completion, accompanied by the sound of chimes blending with the background music. Ridge leaned back in the swivel chair and spun around gently—careful not to choke on the cashew—while running his fingers through his chestnut hair, eyes closed. His hand found the tilt adjuster, and he began pumping it. With a whoop, an incinerator tool shot out of the chair's cylinder as it extended. Ridge abruptly stopped and snatched it mid-air. He spun it in his palm and pointed it at the math worksheet. Flames crackled to life as he activated it. Ridge cackled triumphantly and declared with finality, "Good riddance to you, topology!"

   In a heartbeat, the fire whipped and reduced the worksheet to ashes. Ridge wiped away a sheen of sweat with delight and slid the tool back into the cylinder. With vein-bulged hands, he gathered the ashes, relishing the acrid smell of burnt paper. Ridge turned to his typewriter, twisting the falcon decal until the key top popped out, transforming into a bubble cap tray. He swept the ashes onto the tray and carefully aligned them. He sashayed to the microwave while ogling at ashes on the tray. Wagging his finger at the tray as if disciplining a child, he said, "You may outsmart others, but not me. You'll regret making me work for you since I was a known prodigy."

   Ridge opened the microwave with the lever, slid the tray inside, and shut it firmly. His fingers curled around the lever, watching the ashes transform into cashews like popping corn. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. To Ridge, nothing could beat the soothing music and the sound of cashews sizzling in his microwave. The thought made his mouth water, but not as much as the dream of getting his Sensing Snowglobe and becoming the "Innovative Havenian Hero."

   As the ashes transformed into whole cashews, the intercom in Ridge's room stirred awake. The music from his jukebox came to a halt, and the sound from the intercom was accompanied by what sounded like an anthem. Ridge opened his eyes as though seeing would help him hear better. After the national anthem waned, a clear feminine voice was heard through the communal intercoms:

   "Happy and heartfelt living, Havenians. To all graduates from the Scapulars Wing, please go to Falcon Plaza at seven sharp, as per the promise. The promise we made to announce the results for mathletes and the ceremonial post graduation. Congratulations again, graduates of the Scapulars Wing. We hope to see you on the six times ten to the power of thirteenth Snowglobe Decree Day, when the future holds no guarantees but infinite potential, and every step forward is a choice of who you are becoming."

   Ridge could not help but laugh. The use of scientific notation in this context struck him as amusingly overblown. Sometimes, he would catch himself mulling over the day when Sensing Snowglobes were first discovered. He never bought into the idea that they had always existed, like Thear and its two divided parts—Haven and Nevah. With an internal shrug, Ridge shifted his focus back to the cashews. He opened the microwave, carefully retrieving the tray by its insulated handle.

   As he headed to the door, he balanced the tray while munching on the cashews, unbothered by the heat, and poured them into a simple plastic bag. His eyes flicked to his red field jacket hanging on a rotating hook.

   "I won't need you now. Not like I'd bring my pocket watch anyway. I will stick to this shirt—or rather, it'll stick to me." With that, Ridge elbowed the door open, stepped into the hallway, and bolted the door behind him with a swift kick to the base

   Ridge's eyes were sharp, though his movements were fluid, his smile fixed on his face as if glued there. He strode down the corridor, his gaze bypassing the stained-glass windows. Students appeared as silhouettes against the semi-opaque walls separating the doors from the walking conveyer belt. The windows, adorned with brown paisley mosaics and purple frames—some matte, others gleaming—cast intricate patterns onto the walls. The corridor was bathed in the soft, golden light of a spring evening spilling through the glass. Spring evenings, he mused—the kind of weather the Nevanese must long for after their punishing winters. Haven, however, knew no seasons. It had no need for them; its indoor climate was meticulously crafted to suit all living beings, inside and out.

   Ridge glanced up at the falcon-wing-themed fans circling the chandeliers above. "You're making people work for you so you can work yourself, huh? That will change as soon as I emerge." His hands clung to the tray as he plucked another cashew. The clocks on the pillars struck seven, and the chandeliers above flared to life. Graduates and parents from the Scapulars Wing surged toward Haven's center. Ridge, however, maintained his leisurely pace, humming contentedly as he popped another cashew into his mouth.

   People bustled past him, the rush of air sending his hair forward. Smoothing it back into place, Ridge smirked.

   "The first-place announcement will be last," he muttered. "And anyway, I won't need to worry about running into anyone."

   A tramcar rolled in, its approach marked only by the chatter of passengers. Ridge stepped aboard, gripping a metal bar as he positioned himself near the edge, keeping his distance from the crowd of diversely uniformed passengers, ranging from cassocks to antiquated suits. The tramcar whirred to life and glided forward.

   Ridge relished the sight of the concrete reliefs, a cashew paused midair near his lips. To think that ancient Havenians carved all these for future generations. It was all so stupendous; two dimensional figures in balaclavas and wings hanging from their biceps, depicted bearing fruit as fruits levitated above them. The figures were framed by undulating waves, interspersed with geometric patterns that symbolized the Havenian sky and ground. The ground was said to mirror the sky—or the ceiling—that enclosed all Havenians, sealing them off from the Outdoors. Havenians believed the flat ground and spherical sky were bound together in perfect harmony. The art reliefs also depicted a collection of brains, the letter 'H', and graduation caps carried by talons. They were meticulously organized and pristine. Ridge would be shocked if he ever saw a speck of graffiti.

   On the tramcar ride to the plaza, Ridge overheard every tale told through microphones and television screens for the children: "Naya the adventurer climbed the monkey bars until her hands blotted red. Oh no! She could climb no more." "The rocketship went kaput. Suddenly, a thick veil of smoke formed around the astronaut and gave him fatigue!" Gasps. "Slowly, slowly, the squirrel nibbled the pinecone. He stopped and suddenly spewed bits out. The pinecone was fake!" More gasps.

   Ridge scoffed, shaking the tray of cashews, listening to the hollow echo of a lone nut bouncing inside. He was no author, but he found the overuse of the term "suddenly" cliche and unwarranted. As Ridge reached for the last cashew, someone snatched it. Ridge frowned and snapped his head toward the intruder. Shaima, the apple-cheeked mathlete with an open notebook perched atop her head, grinned around the cashew in her mouth. "Sup, Ribeye?" she said with a nasally drawl.

   Ridge groaned. "Not this juvenile gourd head." "What do you want, Shaima?"

   Shaima held up her hands in a flurry of animated gestures. "Okay, okay. Hear me out, just this once, okay?" Ridge gave a reluctant nod, prompting Shaima to pull the notebook from her messy blonde hair, pointing at it with green, expectant eyes fixed on Ridge.

   "Did you get this for the question with the sin and its co-worker?"

   "It's sine and cosine, for crying out loud! And no, the answer was 76, rounded."

   Shaima repeated, fiddling with her sports whistle necklace. "76? But I got the square root of 1567. And what about the question where the interval from 0 to 1 made a pact—"

   "Compact. How they are compact subsets of R."

   Shaima nodded vehemently, "Yeah, that. You got—"

   "You don't just get an answer. You prove it through the Heine-Boren theorem."

   Shaima dipped her head, a sheepish "Ohhh..." escaping her lips.

   Ridge crossed his arms and scowled. "And don't tell me you forgot the fundamental units for the question on why they, though unrelated, connect through constants like the speed of light. You had to know the fundamental units first. You had to remember the guiding sentence I gave you—that they serve as bridges between mysterious phenomena."

   Shaima snapped her fingers and intoned in sing-song. "Yeah, "a mole caged my sick cd." I did, but..." She shrugged sheepishly.

   "How—just let someone tutor you." Ridge wagged his finger at her. "Just leave. Just leave and cross your fingers that you make it to the top twenty."

   "No fingers crossed, and no legs broken." Shaima sighed heavily, waving as she squeezed into the tramcar. "Later, Ribeye."

   Ridge clucked his tongue and folded the bubble cap tray. "Shaima? More like Shame-a," he muttered, snapping the tray into two. With a quick flick, he spun both halves between his fingers before fastening them to the soles of his boots. Just as Ridge had predicted, the tramcar glided to a stop beside a beak-shaped lake, its waterfall cascading in neon hues. He skated out of the tramcar, the oil and bubbles from the makeshift wheelies creating just the right mix of glide and friction for smooth movement.

   Above him, a billboard tilted downward bore the slogan: Never visit Nevah. Ridge barely spared it a glance. His attention was drawn instead to the growing hum of activity ahead, where Falcon Plaza bustled with life.

   The heart of the plaza was a hive of orderly chaos, each person or group occupying their own two-meter bubble of space. The atmosphere was paradoxically busy yet serene, awash in muted shades of brown, maroon, and papyrus-colors that adorned the buildings and clock towers. Overhead, wires draped in neat U-shaped arcs between structures—parabolas, Ridge thought with a smirk. Looming over it all was the wing-shaped monument, a towering structure stretching 50 meters into the air. Its wingtips aligned perfectly with the ends of the known elliptical Diurnal Bridge, which curved upside down into the clouds.

   As Ridge watched, the glowing orb of Haven's artificial sun dipped into the clouds like quicksand, sinking out of sight. In its place, the moon's beams began to emerge, radiating from the opposite horizon. The transition marked the start of Haven's choreographed nighttime—a detail Ridge appreciated for its technical brilliance, though it failed to spark any real emotion. The Indoors always felt artificial.

   Ridge slid to a stop near a brick U-shaped wall, leaning against it as he peeled the trays from his boots. A passing basket on the waterwheel collected them without pause. He cracked his knuckles absentmindedly, his half-lidded eyes fixed on the rotating wheel. Water was scooped up, hurled down, and scooped up again in an endless cycle, its unchanging rhythm taunting him. He hated cycles. Everything in the Indoors seemed to repeat itself—orderly, predictable, and devoid of the chaos that gave life its spark. He imagined stopping it with his bare hands, forcing it out of its mechanical monotony. But Ridge didn't have the brute strength for such things. That was the domain of the Nevanese—people who lived Outdoors, unbound by Haven's carefully engineered perfection. Ridge sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. Maybe it was jealousy, he thought. Yes, jealousy. He envied the Nevanese for their wild, unpredictable lives.

   Even if they didn't have what Haven offered, at least they weren't stuck watching waterwheels spin endlessly.

   From the still blue waters, two enormous bubbles swelled grotesquely before bursting with a sharp, visceral pop. Ridge's eyes widened for a fleeting moment before he exhaled sharply, closing them as he braced himself for what lay ahead. The moon crept fully into view, its pale light darkening the atmosphere and pulling his focus back to the ominous shapes in the lake. A low, eerie gurgle rippled through the air, clawing at Ridge's ears. The oppressive aura pressed against him like an unshakable weight, while muffled blobs and glogs punctuated the silence.

   Two translucent-skinned figures with pointed ears, fish net gloves, and grotesque Glasgow smiles emerged slowly, water dripping from the hollow contours of their faces. Their bristled platinum hair, streaked with black roots, bristled in a way that could send chills down anyone's spine. Their wide cat eyes were devoid of pupils. They wore tattered, ghostly robes adorned with miniature dreamcatchers dangling from their sleeves, swaying with every movement. The Lema twins crouched low, setting down the very trays Ridge had deliberately left in the waterwheel basket along the riverbank. They settled into frog-like crouches, knees jutting outward as their long fingers rested between their bare feet. The sight was especially unsettling. 

   Ridge turned around and bent down while resting his elbows on his own knees. He stared into Und's eyes, the one with frowning brows and a translucent green shawl with a frowning drama mask on his head, then into Ab's, the one with sharp brows and the smiling drama mask. No one spoke, just stared. That was until Ridge picked up the trays while deliberately scraping them against the ground. "Was it a mockingjay this time?"

   It was odd. Ab and Und, the Lema twins who always lurked by the waterwheel and helped Ridge, were not in their usual entertained spirits. They looked like yaks in heat. Their faces blank, making them look even creepier. Though they were the ones who petrified people for fun, they were the ones who looked petrified.

   Ab broke the silence by laughing maniacally. Und followed suit but by crying. The unnerving sounds of laughter and wailing filled the space between them. Ridge backed away a bit and stood up; for the first time, he felt unnerved by the Lema twins.

   Ab's voice came out in asqueal. "It was just like in our dreams, but even worse!"

   Und was still in tears as he said. "Not only did our Sensing Snowglobes expose our love for disturbing movies, but one of ours envisioned a whole different career!"

   Ridge's face dropped. He felt his heart sink. "What do you mean?"

   "I mean that, this traitor—" Und pointed at Ab, his arm trembling as he continued to frown, "—had a pet clinic as the Sensing Snowglobe landscape!"

   Ab slumped and hid half of his face under his shawl. He glared at Und smilingly. "I told you, I don't know how that happened!"

   Ridge wagged his pointer fingers at them and said, "Woah, woah. Let me get this straight; Ab chose to be a veterinarian?"

   "No! You're supposed to be a genius or something, Ridge!" Und leaned back and clutched onto his forehead. He whined, "The Sensing Snowglobe sensed that Ab's perfect job is to be in the pet clinic!"

   Ab growled and whipped his fist on his open palm. "I told you, it's not my fault."

   "Yes it is! Now how will we both become horror movie directors?"

   Und grabbed Ab by the shawl and punched him, sending him flying to the lake. He got up with a livid expression and hurtled at his brother. Und screeched and fell on his neck, causing him to use his feet to sweep Ab off his. Ab toppled over and retaliated with a lethal blow on Und's stomach. They started pulling each others' hair and pummeling each others noses. They then pulled each others' masks and snatched them onto each others' faces with huge thwaps and thwaps. Thwap, thwap...it was like a matador versus ox scene, except there was no audience. What about Ridge, then?

   Ridge was completely in his own world. The sounds of the freakish fight in front of him were on mute. He was staring past the crazy twins with wide eyes, his lens vibrating and his mouth agape. This time, he could feel the ominousness of the night. The thoughts buzzing in his head drowned out everything around him, so far away from him now. He felt the world blur and tighten in size. But there were no actual thoughts. For the first time, Ridge had no thoughts.

   Then, it dawned on him. The Sensing Snowglobe, the spellbinding object that sensed your faculty and envisioned the ideal career for you. It was also the object that determined whether a family must reside in Haven or Nevah forevermore based on the dominant hereditary faculty (if they have the brains or brawn). Then that would mean...no. Ridge did not want to believe it. It shook his core: Ridge could not choose to be an "Innovative Havenian Hero". Chances were that it would envision his career to be a computer scientist. No, not computer science...

   Ridge looked up at the billboard. It was laughing at him in a "I told you so" way.

   "Never visit Nevah." Now he cared.

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