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Cute House #12

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Around Twinbrook

Father and son Goth settle into a very serious afternoon of reading at the library. Same posture. Same grip on the book. Same expression. Same focus. Copy-and-paste.

At the Curious House, the family carries on in their daily routines. Toddler walks outside, toddler walks inside. Outside. Inside. Every. Single. Day.

A rain puddle settles on the roof, forming an almost perfect heart. A reassuring sign that all is well in that household.

Because Jared is stuck working at one of his part-time jobs, Connor returns his niece to where she rightfully belongs — with her mother. Claire graciously invites Connor to lunch, relieved her daughter returned fully intact.

Connor sees it’s sushi for lunch and leaves immediately. No argument. No discussion. No goodbyes. Just a quiet, non-dramatic exit. Some people have standards. He was some people.

Morgana sits down to a beautiful plate of dumplings delivered piping hot from her favorite restaurant. She's been dreaming of this meal all day.

Virginia chooses this exact moment to scream with the passion of a baby who believes she should have her mother’s full attention at all times. Virginia’s demands are simple: be held immediately or else! Morgana takes another bite, refusing to rush her meal. She is determined to finish lunch. Virginia is determined she will not.

Virginia issues one final warning. Morgana wisely complies, responding to the wee tyrant who believes she exists primarily for holding, admiration, and the strict enforcement of uninterrupted audience attention, with zero tolerance for disengagement.

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Mrs. Wolff plays with baby Virginia, kissing her sweet little cheeks.

Virginia tries to grab Morgan's face with a determined baby grip. Who knew tiny humans came with such impressive strength?

After a while, Morgana sets her down and heads to the computer to get some work done.

Not much later, Mr. Wolff arrives home and makes a beeline for the baby's room. He scoops his daughter up, plays with her…

kisses her..

and blows raspberries on her tummy with the enthusiasm of making up for lost time. Lost time being the five hours he'd been at work.

He even offers her a bottle — which she absolutely did not ask for. She takes a few polite sips before refusing,

so he rocks her gently, staring down into her perfect little face.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens. Thornton freezes. Morgana, not realizing he was home — and holding their baby, no less — stands awkwardly in the room.

Thornton mumbles something about hearing the baby cry while putting Virginia oh so carefully in the crib. Morgana, behind him, does a tiny happy dance she hopes he doesn’t see. She is thrilled — thrilled, that he’s taking an interest in the baby.

Thornton, hoping to throw Morgana off the scent of doting father, pulls her into a tender hug. Both of their eyes closed in a moment of shared happiness.

Later, Mrs. Wolff naps on the bed in Virginia’s room while the baby lies in her crib, eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling and taking in the world with that calm, unblinking baby stare. She was definitely going to like it here.

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Brooklyn Heights offers the best of both worlds — the pulse of the city and the calm of nature. The bridge connects you to downtown’s energy, yet just beyond it lie quiet parks, mountain views, and tree‑lined streets.

People move here for the balance: mornings spent walking through the stone arch trail, evenings at rooftop bars glowing against the skyline, weekends at the park or in the countryside. There’s never a dull moment and plenty of spaces to relax and breathe.

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At the Broke–Law House, Ruby Broke has an early‑morning visitor: Morgan Yates. And when we say early, we mean the criminal hour of 5:15 a.m. What could he possibly want?

Skip Broke also wants answers. He tries asking roommate Kirstin Law, but she ignores him as per usual. So, Skip marches over to investigate the visitor himself.

Without any introduction, he barges straight into his sister’s conversation.

“Hey mister, are you a doctor?” Skip blurts out, absolutely certain he’s onto something.

Why does Skip think Morgan is a doctor? Maybe it’s the hour. Because doctors make house calls? “Yeah, you, mister. Are you a doctor?” he repeats, doubling down like this is an interrogation.

Morgan blinks at him, confused. “No, I’m not a doctor. I’m a Scorpio, kid.”

And with that, Morgan suddenly decides he needs to leave — immediately. “Gotta run, Ruby,” he says, already halfway to the door.

Then, out of nowhere, Morgan gets the full‑body heebie‑jeebies, his nose wrinkling in disgust as if he smelled a foul odor.

Skip, relentless, chases after him. “Hey mister, wait!”

Something about Kirstin Law hits him the exact opposite of right, despite the fact he has never interacted with her in his life. His face twists, his shoulders tense, fighting the urge to shudder. He makes the thumbs down sign. A gesture he deploys whenever his soul whispers, this is wrong — wrong, dirty, and wrong.

Morgan bolts down the stairs with Skip in hot pursuit.

“Hey mister, wanna play tag?” Skip calls, as if this is the natural next step in a conversation.

But, committed to escape, Morgan is. Escape, he must.

He summons his car, which thankfully appears, and he dives inside like a man on fire.

He drives off with relief, successfully escaping both Kirstin Law’s bad aura and Ruby’s pesk of a little brother. Doctor? Please. He was so much better than a doctor.

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The Children of Twinbrook

Anita Lobos, sworn nemesis of Bella Bachelor, challenges her to another round of Robots vs. Monsters. Bella assumes it’s another casual game, right up until Anita’s face tightens into a competitive scowl.

Bella responds in kind, lips puckered, leaning in with sudden intensity.

And Anita loses...yet again

“Aw man, one more game,” Anita pleads, all innocence. It’s her third request — and Bella’s third victory.

Only now does Bella realize Anita is locked in a one‑sided rivalry. So Bella sighs, readies herself, and says sweetly to Anita Lobos, “Ok, let’s play for money this time, whoever loses buys the winner’s school lunch.” Bella was about to school Anita yet again.

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Mr. Thornton Wolff has already informed most of the neighborhood of new daughter, Virginia Thorny Wolff — the middle name he prefers, even if the paperwork stubbornly says Tomisina.

At the comic shop he’s doing a full‑body celebratory dance with Dilly Pidgin between the graphic‑novel shelves, surrounded by cut‑out action figures frozen mid‑pose, as if cheering him on in their own cardboard way. Meanwhile, Ms. Rayna Kaminski and Mr. Julian Poirot stand unusually close, gossiping or whispering or possibly both

Thornton, unstoppable in his new‑dad euphoria, proceeds to invite literally everyone he sees to Pappy’s Bar to keep the celebration rolling.

That’s where the drama begins.

Mrs. Enriqueta Bachelor flirts boldly with Mr. Julian Poirot by presenting him with a bouquet of pink flowers.

Mr. Poirot, deeply moved and entirely unaware of the romantic implications of pink, gasps loudly enough to draw the attention of the entire bar

—especially of Mr. Wolff and Ms. Pidgin,

who react in synchronized horror at the sheer inappropriateness of it all.

But the night isn’t over. Not for Mr. Wolff.

Dilly Pidgin leaves in an abrupt huff, heading home. She was all new‑baby‑celebrated out.

Deciding the perfect finale would be a spontaneous skating party in the dark, he leads everyone to the frozen ice behind the bar.

The group agrees with suspicious enthusiasm, acting like they’ve never skated a day in their lives. What follows is a festival of slipping, sliding, wobbling, and near‑collisions.

One by one, each celebrant abandons the ice and heads home. Mr. Wolff had already slipped away earlier, vanishing into the night.

Then there were two, who welcomed the dawn

Then one—skating as if fueled by the faint glow of sunrise and some unseen loop.

As morning breaks, Mr. Gunther Goth the last skater still standing, continues gliding around the frozen pond in slow, determined loops. Tiredness? Sleep? He doesn’t know her. Legend has it he’s still out there, circling that patch of ice to this very day.

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It's morning at the Goth Sr. house and there is a new staff member.

Mr. Goth Sr. gives Guy the Butler the formal welcome, explaining that his most important duty is simple — do exactly as Mrs. Goth Sr. requests. The butler nods earnestly, assuring his boss he’ll do a brilliant job.

Mr. and Mrs. Goth Sr. chat about their upcoming plans, possibly that benefit gala she keeps reminding him about.

They hug and nuzzle, an affectionate ritual they never skip.

With a shimmer and a poof, Mr. Goth Sr. magically changes into his work suit and rushes out the door.

Their daughter Lolita, bolts after her father, late for work despite having asked Guy the Butler to make her breakfast.

Guy the Butler watches her leave, breakfast-less, and decides it’s the perfect moment to indulge in his favorite pastime—sitting.

Mrs. Goth Sr. asks the butler for breakfast, but he acts like he didn’t hear a word, easing into a chair with the blank innocence of someone pretending the request wasn’t meant for him.

So, Mrs. Goth Sr. sits down to clarify his duties. She’s not asking him to cook anything outrageous like a llama, just make something hearty.

The butler listens intently, then starts rambling about garbage in, garbage out, causing Mrs. Goth Sr., to stare straight into the camera as if to say, Is this man serious?

Guy the Butler is finally seen in the kitchen preparing to cook a piece of meat that resembles a steak. He'll call this dish Llama Flambé or Seared Llama Steak. Both names, equally meaningful.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Goth Sr. watches a tear‑jerking soap opera, wiping her eyes as real hunger creeps in.

Guy the Butler walks past her without mentioning if breakfast is ready. He retreats to the study, his preferred sanctuary for sitting.

Mrs. Goth Sr. faces a dilemma — bathroom or food. Bathroom wins, because...weak bladder.

While on the toilet, she grows hungrier by the millisecond.

She's absolutely starving.

She enters the kitchen to find a steak‑ish breakfast waiting.

Grabbing the plate, she eats it. All of it.

When she finishes, she has a puzzled, yet reflective look on her face — as if weighing the taste of the dish against the possibility that Guy the Butler is either a culinary visionary or a danger to her digestion.

Mr. Goth Sr. returns from work at the CEO hour of 2pm and goes straight to the study. He finds Guy the Butler…sitting, reading as if he’s been on break for hours. Mr. Goth Sr., immediately begins working at his desk — the atmosphere settling into a silence that suits them both perfectly.

Mrs. Goth Sr., realizing her husband is home, enters the study. Guy the Butler, sensing that three’s a crowd, slips out the room, much to her relief.

She walks up behind her husband and suggests they “freshen up together,”

and the next moment they’re seen in the shower behind opaque glass, shapes and steam revealing absolutely none of the details anyone asked for.

Later, Guy the Butler is back in the study…sitting, staring off into the distance, lost in whatever thoughts butlers have.

Mrs. Goth Sr. enters the study and, for reasons known only to her — maybe the breakfast finally kicked in, throws up a high‑five to the butler.

Guy the Butler lights up instantly, returning the hi-five with enthusiasm, relieved to learn she’s actually pleased with him.

That night, Guy the Butler dreams of precisely five brightly-colored celebratory balloons. His subconscious, clearly convinced he’d done a flawless job today, for Mrs Goth Sr….especially.

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Surprise, surprise...♫♫

It’s late, the hospital lights buzzing behind them as Morgana materializes through the sliding doors holding their new baby girl, Virginia T. Wolff. She looks exhausted but proud, cradling Virginia in a tiny white sundress that absolutely wasn’t designed for a brand spanking newly born baby’s nighttime exit. Virginia’s eyes are wide open, alert, curious, taking everything in.

Thornton trails behind them looking less than happy, the kind of unhappy that settles into his whole stance. They pause just outside the entrance, the glow from the lobby catching the edges of their somber faces. Virginia stays wide‑eyed through it all—quiet, unbothered, ready.

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Lunar Lakes stretches across a pale desert where the spiky trees rise in sharp clusters, each one adding its own strange geometry to the open landscape. Giant green kryptonite crystals glow steadily, casting an otherworldly light across the dunes. Crater lakes hold warm blue waters that reflect the sky with an almost deliberate clarity. The whole area carries the unmistakable presence of an alien landscape untouched by anything familiar.

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Midnight Hollow is a town where the sun remains suspiciously absent, day after day. The nearby forest is a collection of tall, leafless trees rising from a red sand of fallen needles, creating the kind of creepy scenery that makes visitors whisper, “is this normal?”. The beaches are covered in black sand that crunches softly underfoot, and the striped changing rooms stand proudly like tiny carnival booths waiting for customers brave enough to change in the gloom. Most residents are pale from a lifetime without sunlight, but no one seems bothered.

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Scenery around Twinbrook

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New Pleasantview, a sporting town. Footballs are scattered throughout the town, from front yards to shop windows, you name it. Settling into the scenery as naturally as the streets themselves. This is the kind of place where no one blinks if a football rolls past during a conversation. The family‑friendly town has fun for all. Hang out at the winery, water park, beaches, or farmer’s market. New Pleasantville is a town built for families who live, eat and breathe football.

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At the beach, Cornelia Goth spends quality time with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Crumplebottom.

Jared’s second job as a lifeguard is going fine if you ignore the black socks he refuses to take off. Suddenly, Yuri Ivanov collapses. No buildup. Just down. Jared springs into action. CPR begins. Urgent. Slightly off‑rhythm but confident.

Yuri jolts back to life. He stands, swaying on his feet. Confused, woozy, but breathing.

Jared actively scans the beach praying nothing else happens. Then. He hears it. Splashing. Distress. Mrs. Crumplebottom is actively losing a fight with the shallow end. Jared is mildly irritated that emergencies keep interrupting his shift. Behind him Mrs. Crumplebottom is going under.

Jared swims to the rescue...

loses sight of her for one terrifying second. Then,

she reappears, already perched on an inflatable floater.

Jared decides that counts as a rescue and swims away, convinced this is the universe telling him to clock out early before something really bad happens. He swims to shore without looking back.

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Pounawea, a golfer’s delight, stretches across soft rolling hills that rise behind the town. Waterfalls spills through nearby forests, feeding pockets of lush, vegetation that frame the walking tracks and open out toward the coastline. The air feels warm, green, and alive. It’s a small place, but the landscape does most of the talking.

Welcome to Pounawea.