#arena jammer

[kendrew600]

#jammers #swim jammers #tyr brief #tyr avictor #arena jammer

[stadiumgods]

noè ponti

#noe ponti #noè ponti #arena #swimming #jammer #s

[hoodharlow]

Not Same

AN: I miss my lil family

Requested? No

Warnings: none, family fun, sassy Nico

Word Count:

"So pretty." Nico said as she put some flowers on Alexis Ximena's hair.

"Thank you, girlie." Alexis Ximena said.

They were at Madison Square Park while Calum and the band did sound check. Aaliyah and Rory were gonna go but Rory had fallen asleep and didn't want to wake her up. Marina was doing a photoshoot and she took Max with her. Fiona wasn't up for going out so she stayed back at her hotel while Ethan stayed with Aaliyah.

Alexis Ximena checked the time and saw that it was almost time to head back to MSG, where 5sos was performing. She pulled out her phone and ordered Mcdonald's for her and Nico. She got Nico a happy meal and for her the mcnuggets meal and an oreo mcflurry. Alexis Ximena locked her phone and placed it in her backpack and helped Nico in her stroller.

It was about a ten minute walk from the park to the arena. Alexis Ximena picked up their food, it was across the street from the MSG. She flashed her and Nico's passes and they went backstage where they were.

Ethan and Max were watching Bluey whilst sharing a sleeve of Oreos and eating pizza. Nico got off her stroller and joined them. Alexis Ximena helped her food out for her.

The guys came back and Calum went over to greet Nico. He sponged a bunch of kisses all over her face. Then he reached for one of her nuggets and ate it. As he swallowed he realized the mistake he made.

Nico's bottom lip trembled and she pushed her food away. She got up and ran to Alexis Ximena, crying.

"Nico," Calum said, squatting down to her.

She buried her face in Alexis Ximena's chest and cried harder.

"Why would you do that? You know how she gets." Alexis Ximena scolded Calum.

"It slipped my mind." He mumbled.

"Here Nico." Ethan offered some of his Oreos.

"No!" She pushed him away. She doesn't like Oreos.

"I know you're upset I ate your chicken, but you don't push people, Nico." Calum said sternly.

Nico turned away and cried some more. Alexis Ximena rubbed her back. Nico eventually cried herself to sleep. She slept in Alexis Ximena's arms the rest of the evening and through the whole show. She woke up when Calum picked her up so he could change in her pajamas.

"Hi papi." She said groggily.

"Hey, let's get you in some jammers okay?" He said, carrying to the bathroom.

He helped her into her strawberry pajamas. Calum brushed her messy curls into a short braid.

"I'm sorry I ate a nugget." He told her as he tied the end of her braid.

"Is okay." Nico said, making grabby hands so he could carry her.

They went backstage and Nico went back to Alexis Ximena. The other kids had fallen sleep half-way into the concert so she was the only one awake.

"Hi bes, bes." She whispered to Rory as she slept soundly in her bassinet stroller.

She watched Calum pour himself a bowl of Oreo cereal. Surprisingly Nico was a fan of the cereal but not the cookies themselves. While Calum put the milk away, she went up to the counter and began eating some.

"Oi!" He exclaimed.

"Yummy." She said with her mouth full.

"Why are you eating this, you don't even like Oreos." He put his hands on his hips.

"Not same." Nico said, eating some more.

#calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum hood one shot #calum hood fluff #calum hood fanfic #calum hood fic #dad!cal #dad!calum #dad!sos #odaat #one day at a time

[saint-pvc]

Street Fighter but it's roller derby

Explanations & elaborations under the cut ✌️😋

- It is technically a coed league, but there are only two guys on the team. Yang is canonically an inline skater, so he's got the transferrable skills, and Adon is just there to prove some wack ass point to his own ego that no one really gets but he made a huge fuss about it, and he's talented enough, so 🤷‍♀️

- Poison usually fouls out, if she isn't totally ejected, for stuff like egregious back blocking and forearms. She's in the penalty box far too often.

- Minors on the team are in the juniors program (coached by Dudley!)

- Team captains are R. Mika and Manon.

- Kolin's days on the team are numbered; people are already suspicious of her missing practice for 8 weeks at a time, and she doesn't really play nice with anyone else, soooo.

- Luke focuses more on the jammers as a coach, Honda focuses more on the blockers, and Zangief is also there! (He mostly runs practices, he's kinda useless at games.)

- Rose is training Menat to officiate. Rose played for one season, and then switched to reffing because it was hard on her joints.

- Rashid and Karin are usually jam refs, and jammers dread getting Karin as their ref because she's notorious for not paying attention and failing to call lead jammer correctly.

- Birdie will never ref. Most of the NSOs are willing to try it at some point, but he won't put a helmet on.

- Fei Long is also the photographer when he's not needed for NSOing.

- El Fuerte has somehow gotten himself into a situation where he's the penalty box wrangler every single game. He's not upset about that; he just wonders quietly if they're forgetting to write him into the schedule and then sticking him in the last available spot every time.

- Several of the "enthusiastic fans" tier are there because they have friends/family/fellow gang members on the team.

- Mad Gear shows up as hecklers, and it doesn't help that they have Poison fouling out constantly and Abi calling some seriously suspicious penalties as OPR. They have been ejected from the arena on numerous occasions.

- Blanka has no idea what's going on. He's just having fun :)

- Makoto would probably like to play, but she's too busy with karate and can't really afford to take on another contact sport at the moment, so she just drops by sometimes to cheer on her friends instead.

- Seth showed up one single time, watched the first half, claimed that he had everything memorized, and left. It was very weird and made the door volunteers uncomfortable.

- Guile is not impressed when they don't do the national anthem.

- Necro keeps winning 50/50 draws somehow. There's no apparent reason for this. He's only buying one ticket, he's pretty sure?

- Juri used to be part of the team, but she never played safely enough and hurt a lot of people during her time. She also made a lot of enemies with her constant chirping and general poor sportsmanship. She was approached by her captains one day and asked politely but firmly to leave. Sometimes she feels a little bad about it, but she'd never make that known to anyone, or even really acknowledge it herself. :(

#street fighter #sf6 #and thats the derby AU lmao #this has been an ongoing inside joke in the sf gc so i figured id compile it here #it is very silly please don't take any of this seriously

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys (my version) - Gala of Goodness (chapter 9)

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Hey guys, so this is the new chapter, but I wanna give you guys a warning that this chapter contained angst and drinking moments.

This also reveals a new OC for The Bad Guys.

Have fun!

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Inside the car, on their way to the gala, all 6 Bad Guys were in the middle of their big heist discussion as Wolf addressed how the plan was gonna go, "All right, guys, this is the big one!"

While explaining, the scene changed to play out the entire gala arena, including how the heist was gonna go, as he mentioned, "The Golden Dolphin is inside a titanium case controlled by a randomly generated five-digit code, a code kept safe and secure inside a briefcase handcuffed to the chief of police."

It showed the party in full swing as the chief had a silver briefcase handcuffed to her wrist, as she marched to the table, watching the party going on very suspiciously, keeping a close look out for the Bad Guys.

"She's not messing around," commented Piranha off-screen.

Wolf continued, "The code is only accessible with her authorized fingerprints."

It then showed Snake, sneaking easily behind the chief and getting into the briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper that had the code on it.

"Leave that to me," replied snake off-screen.

Wolf then added, "While Snake gets the code, Shark will secure the fake Dolphin."

It then showed a table where a fake Golden Dolphin was, with Shark easily swiping it while leaning against the table, pretending to look cool

"I like the sound of that," answered Shark off-screen.

Wolf continued to explain the plan, "Meanwhile, the rest of us plant circuit jammers."

"Allowing me to hack into the power grid," added Tarantula off screen.

It then showed Piranha, Snake, Shark, and Hornet secretly planting electronic jammers onto the power grids before the scene changed to Tarantula, who was standing on the beat player of a DJ turntable set, and was using a small computer with her hard drive plugged in, hacking into the power grid of the light system.

"Same as always, Hornet have to keep an eye on things to make sure everything will go according to plan," Wolf added on his plan

"Piece of cake. My eyes are sharper than an eagle," Hornet chuckled confidently off-screen.

Wolf then added, "At the end of the night, we toast the professor, 'Blah-blah-blah, yada yada,' and when I say 'Marmalade,' lights go out, and we'll have exactly four seconds to make our move."

The scene then changed to all 6 Bad Guys on stage, with Wolf saying a "thank you" speech in honor of Marmalade, while behind his back, he held a stick remote, and used his thumb to press the big red button on it that made the lights go out. In the darkness, the team made their move, with Snake inputting the code, making the glass case lower, and then using his tail to grab the real Golden dolphin while Shark placed the fake one on the pedestal just in time for the glass walls to raise back up and cover it while Snake swallowed the real golden dolphin trophy.

"The old switcheroo," commented Snake off-screen.

Wolf mentioned, "Chief hands Marmalade the fake Dolphin, we get our pardon, applause, applause, exit stage right, and by the time they realize what happened…"

The scene then showed the lights coming back on, as if nothing had ever happened. Then, it showed the chief giving Marmalade the fake trophy, with Marmalade smiling and holding it up high, while the Bad Guys were smiling and given their pardon before they saluted the crowd and left, making everyone think that things were going well…..until on the giant screen behind them, a video of Wolf dropping electronic sunglasses over his eyes while his audio voice said, "So long, suckers," and those exact same words were seen right below the image of his face him. This made Diane, the chief, Marmalade, and the whole audience shocked

Wolf added to finish discussing the plan, "…we'll be driving off into the sunset, legacy cemented."

The last scene in the heist plan showed all 6 Bad Guys in the car, wearing sweet sunglasses over their eyes, with Wolf driving, and the real golden Dolphin on the car's dashboard, as they drove off into the sunset of a sandy desert.

Everyone in the car, present day, laughed at how genius the plan sounded, with Piranha commenting, "Nice."

Snake then commented to Wolf, "Got to hand it to you, buddy, you're a real artist."

Wolf beamed proudly, leaning back in relaxation, knowing that things were surely gonna go smoothly tonight. While the other Bad Guys praised Wolf's plan, Hornet turned away from their friends' sight, and frowned worryingly. He was nervous about tonight. He was scared that things might turn out bad tonight… or worse… change as he feared. He hoped nothing bad would happen in this heist.

Soon, the car stopped, as they had arrived at the gala. The door opened, revealing Marmalade outside and dressed in a wonderful red suit, greeting the Bad Guys and said, "Well, Good Guys, this is it. Good luck out there. Remember, all eyes will be on you tonight, not me."

After the "pep talk," all 6 Bad guys came out of the car while Marmalade faced the huge crowd of guests and announced loud enough for all to hear, "Friends, meet the Good Guys!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the "former" Bad Guys in silence… before breaking out into loud cheers and applause.

To the Bad Guys, this was entirely new to them. Never before had they seen anyone so… happy to see them, as Snake, in confusion, commented to the team, "Uh, this is different."

Piranha, unsure of how to feel, asked, "Is this a prank?"

Shark, feeling a bit hesitant, added while listening to all the cheering, "What's that sound? Like screaming but not terrified."

Wolf calmed everyone down, "All right, guys, let's, uh… let's mingle."

As the team made their way into the party crowd, Tarantula, on Shark's shoulder, cracked her knuckles and commented, "It's crime time, baby."

Inside, the gala had just begun, with all the guests mingling together with one another at the table's drinking champagne, and listening to the singer up on stage, who was singing a jazz song in a beautiful voice.

A little boy was going around with a box, collecting money from some of the guests to help with Marmalade's charity benefit. One man gave him a dollar bill and patted him on the head as the boy made his way to the next person.

Within the crowd, the Bad guys split to get their plan underway. Shark was looking around for the fake golden dolphin, and whispered to himself, "Okay, fake Dolphin, fake Dolphin, fake Dolphin." He soon spotted it standing on a table not too far away from him, making him smile, "Bingo!"

However, before he could even get close to it, he got bombarded by people coming up to him excitedly, "Mr. Shark, Mr. Shark!"

A man who was within the small group of people, asked, "Ooh! Is it true sharks can smell blood a mile away?"

Shark, feeling weirded out by the question, replied, "What? No. That's freaky!"

While Hornet was flying around, trying not to get much attention, the attention just came to him as few people approached him excitedly, "Mr. Hornet!"

"Oh, hi," Hornet greeted nervously.

"What was it like to have thousands of brothers and sisters flying around the nest?" a man asked.

Hornet tried to answer that question calmly, "Well, it's…"

"What was life like working with the queen?" a woman questioned.

The queen! That's the topic Hornet didn't want to talk about, "It was…"

"Do you and your kind kill thousands of small insects within an hour?" Another man inquired.

Hornet was disgusted by that question, "What?"

"How powerful is your venom?"

"It's just…"

"Do hornets move to another nest before or after hibernation?"

After all that question, Hornet's memories flash before his eyes as he saw all of his fellow hornets clinging on the walls of his nest, hornets flying around without anyone seeing or greeting him, and a new generation of hornets flew away until they were out of sight into the forest.

When Hornet returned to reality, the guests then wondered why he was frozen all of a sudden until... "Aaaaaahhhhh!" Hornet screamed as he flew away, crying. The guests got confused why the little bug just flew away after asking all those questions.

Snake was slithering on the ground, trying to find where the chief was, and the minute he saw her standing by a table near the bar, with the briefcase handcuffed to her wrist laying on the table, he chuckled and slithered up to her in secret, set to get that code.

Wolf was passing a table and picking up a small cube of cheese when he too saw people come up to him excitedly, "Oh, Mr. Wolf! Mr. Wolf!"

Wolf was a bit taken aback by the many people coming up to him, but also relieved too, as a female in a dark blue dress commented, "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Wolf, being courteous, replied while doing a small bow, "Pleasure is all mine."

Another female with brown skin and a green dress commented, "I loved your video! Can I get a picture for my kids?"

Before Wolf could even say anything he noticed Diane, who was wearing a sleeveless blue dress, turning around and smiling while giving Wolf a friendly wave. Wolf, feeling nervous that Diane might catch him before he and his team could pull off their heist, replied to the little crowd in front of him, "Uh, hey, just a minute, guys. Let me… let me, uh…I got… I'll be right back," he nervously walked away.

Diane, seeing this, was a little surprised/suspicious at the same time, while Wolf walked away, hoping to avoid Diane's gaze.

The chief of police was watching Wolf walking away through her binoculars, saying to herself, "Okay, Wolf, what are you up to?"

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Meanwhile, all alone on the table, Hornet never felt so paranoid before. All of those questions the people asked him reminded him of his old colony of hornets just like him… that kind of memory was something he didn't want to remember, but it happened again, all thanks to those questions. Hornet was desperate! His dark past came back to him again after 3 years he tried to forget about it. Now he just had to face them again… in a wrong time where his worst nightmare is about to happen! He even forgot about the heist now that he was thinking about dealing with his PTSD. He needed something to keep his mind off of these things.

A caterer surprised him with a tray of glasses of champagne beside him, "Champagne, Mr. Hornet?"

"Thank you," Hornet didn't hesitate to take two glasses before the caterer walked off to serve other guests. Hornet took a sip on the glass, and, because he's too small, he couldn't finish just one glass in one sip.

While he stared his surroundings blankly, all of the memories from his past came back to him, and heard whispers inside his head. He could hear whispers that he's too different, too weak, too naive, and too good to fit in any group of his life, either his own colony of hornets or the Bad Guys.

Hornet held his head, and whimpered in tears, "Stop it… Stop it…!" He slapped himself out of his bad thoughts, and tried to get back to reality.

"Hello there," Suddenly, a black-haired and brown-skinned female human in a teal dress, and red glasses approached him as Hornet quickly wiped his tears away before he would notice them, "I saw you were alone, and I think you need some company."

Like if Hornet had a choice. He couldn't just shoo someone away who wanted to accompany him, "Go ahead."

The woman found a chair, and sat on the same table with Hornet, "You must be Mr. Hornet, right? One of the Bad Guys," Hornet looked up to her, and nodded in quietly, "I'm Mira… Mira Rose," the woman introduced herself as Hornet got a little confused for a second before forcing a smile and a slight wave at her, "Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself? Why aren't you with your friends? I heard you became the Good Guys. You should have fun with your friends for this event. Why are you sad?"

"I'm… I'm in a mood for this party right now," Hornet lowered his head down with his chin touching his folded arms, "I'm… I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" Mira asked, lowering herself and getting her face a little closer to him.

Hornet sighed, "You already know who we are. We are the Bad Guys, like committing crimes, robbing banks, stealing things, making heists to steal things. It was so much fun! It was like our bond as a family… but I was afraid all of it would be gone real soon. I was afraid that if we become good and abandon crime-life behind, what if our friendship will change and things will never be the same again? Like… what if we'll break-up to pursue our dreams to be anything more than criminals?"

Mira lifted her head, and understood why Hornet wasn't in a good mood, "Oh, is that what this is all about? Ha! I hardly doubt that you guys ever break up if you change your lives."

Hornet rolled his eyes, and scoffed, "How would you know about that? Did you watch us on TV every day?"

"Better. I'm actually a journalist. I've been writing all about you Bad Guys, not just your crimes, but also your friendship and teamwork." Mira chuckled with enthusiasm, "So inspiring, so amazing, so cool. No wonder you guys never failed a robbery or a heist or ever got captured. Your teamwork was so unstoppable. You guys are unstoppable when you work together… Well, except at the museum. You guys failed."

Hornet was surprised there was someone who adored him and his friends for their teamwork and criminal skills. Most of the world was afraid of them, but someone admiring them as bad? That was new too, "I never thought you were interested on us."

"Sure, you guys are criminals, but what I see in you guys is a group of best friends who were looking out for each other," the journalist winked, "Listen, you guys splitting up will never ever happen. You guys were friends for years, and have been working together for a while. I believe your friendship is more important than life-changing. Nothing would trade your friendship. You just have to be patient with your friends, Mr. Hornet. And even if you and friends do split up, they will come around sooner than you think," Mira didn't hesitate to use a finger under Hornet's chin to lift him up to make him look at her with teary eyes, "Your friends will come back for you. Just give them time."

Hornet then sniffed, "Really?"

Piranha: Look… at me!

The entire crowd of guests, the Bad Guys, Hornet, Mira, and even the chief was surprised to see Piranha, on stage, standing on his tiny tippy toes, and singing into the microphone. Piranha was praying that this would make the perfect distraction to get the chief to let go of Snake before something really bad happened.

The chief didn't seem deterred, and was about to try and take a sip again, but Piranha sang again to stop her, lowering the microphone stand so he could hold it easily.

Piranha: Tell me what… you see!

Shark was seen sitting by the drums, using a drumstick to tap a cowbell, nervously smiling and pretended to just be simply…playing an instrument for fun. A keyboardist seemed to be impressed and joined in to add music to the song, while the other musicians started to become impressed.

Piranha: Am I good… or bad?

Wolf chuckled nervously, but smiled, thinking that this could just work, and ushered Piranha to continue, while Tarantula joined the two boys up at the stage, using her legs to gently scratch a record on a turntable set with a small computer set up on it.

Piranha: Don't you judge… so fast!

The crowd was now cheering as Piranha smiled, and ushered Shark and Tarantula to simply play along with the instruments.

Piranha: Hey, hey, hey!

Shark soon happily started to play the drums, joining the other musicians, who soon joined in with their own instruments as well.

Piranha: I know you think you know me: you've made your own conclusion. You think that I look scary.

While the crowd seemed to be impressed by Piranha's sudden song, the chief was not, as she grumpily placed down her "glass" and crossed her arms, unaware that she had actually let go of Snake, who ducked down from behind the table, as she resumed to watching the stage very carefully.

Piranha: Well, that's your own delusion.

Snake used the distraction to breathe onto his neck, where the chief had left a fingerprint on, and used it to secretly unlock the briefcase again, free his tail, and get the code.

Piranha: Listen when I tell you; there's more than meets the eye.

Snake read the paper, which showed that the code was 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, which bored him since the code was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO simple.

Piranha: So take a closer look to find a real good guy!

He snuck the paper back into the briefcase, closed it, and used his tail to signal Wolf with a thumbs up. Wolf received the signal and gave Piranha a secret thumbs up and wink to let him know that things were back on track, to which Piranha, while singing, with Web's turntable scratching accompanying him, replied back with his own secret wink.

Piranha: We're not the Bad Guys…

Mira giggled as she lowered his head on the table to get to the miserable Hornet's level, "Oh look, Mr. Hornet, your friend, Mr. Piranha, is on-stage, singing! I never knew he could sing."

"Oh he could sing alright…" Hornet agreed with her, feeling miserable as his worst expectation is starting so fast. He was watching Piranha singing while noticing Shark and Tarantula joining him. Hornet wanted to be happy for Piranha, especially now that he realized he had feelings for his best friend, but his own misery got the best of him to pay attention the positive side of things and even the heist that he was supposed to be assigned to look-out for the team, "With his… beautiful… angelic… cute… idiotic voice!" He growled, causing Mira to yank herself a little bit from Hornet, "He's gonna be a famous singer one… when he leaves and focus on his new career, and forget all about us!"

But Mira shook her head as she placed a finger on Hornet's head, "No, no, no, no. Piranha's not gonna leave you and the team to pursue a music career. Music is his passion, his uniqueness, his talent, other than being a criminal, and that is good. I'm sure you have your own in the team that doesn't involve crime-making."

"I don't know," But Hornet wasn't in a mood to describe his own uniqueness from the team as he was more focused on thinking about his and the team's future if they will become good for real. After drinking the whole glass of champagne, Hornet then offered the second glass to Mira, "More champagne?"

But Mira declined by holding up her hand, and Hornet decided to drink the second glass of champagne.

Piranha: Get up on the floor!

Wolf adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves and spun around, as his "offer" to Diane for the dance, as she replied with an exaggerated/fancy leg step, as the two started to dance together out on the dance floor, with the entire crowd joining in on the dancing too, having a lot of fun.

Piranha: We're gonna be good tonight! Wanna get you feeling right! We're gonna be good tonight! We're the Good, Good Guys!

The chief of police was the only person not dancing, as she remained standing still, with crossed arms, and a suspicious glare on the Bad guys, while Wolf and Diane were swinging it together, impressing the crowd with their dancing.

Piranha: We're gonna be good tonight! Wanna get you feeling right! We're gonna be good tonight! We're the Good, Good Guys!

Snake soon joined Shark and Tarantula up on stage, using his tail and body to play an electric bass guitar along with the music.

Piranha: Come on! Ooh… !

During the party, Hornet watched everyone having fun. He watched Wolf dancing with Diane, Snake joined the other three bad guys on stage, Piranha was having fun singing, and Shark and Tarantula were also having fun playing their instruments. In Hornet's eyes, they were having fun… so much fun, it was like they forgot all about the heist, or crime-life… or even Hornet himself. He could see how happy his friends are right now… even without him. He could see no one even bothered to look for him while they were having the time of their lives.

Feeling drunk, Hornet started chanting dizzily at the journalist, "Oh, look, Mira. Look at that… my friends… all have fun… without… me."

But Mira felt pity for Hornet. She knew he was already drunk, but the way he explained his fear and misery to her made the journalist understand what he was thinking, "No, that's not true. Why don't you join your friends? Have fun with them for a bit?"

"And change my life into a non-criminal, and tomorrow, we'll split up to find our own good lives ourselves? No way!" Hornet shouted as he took another sip on his second glass.

Piranha: If you're feeling good in here… I said, if you're feeling good in here… Oh, yeah!

On stage, Piranha kept singing as he, snake, and then Shark, who borrowed someone's trumpet to play, continued the jam session in the crowd, getting the guests to really swing it and dance along with them.

Piranha: We're all here to have a good, good time!

Let the rhythm move you and open up your mind! It's time you see me in your neighborhood! Don't you be thinking that I'm up to no good!

While the whole crowd was swept up in the fun, Snake, who was dancing with the crowd while playing the guitar, Piranha, who was singing in front of a girl in the audience, and Shark, who was dancing while walking backwards, secretly planted the jammers into place on the electronic boxes, allowing Tarantula, at the turntables, to secretly plug in her hard drive and start hacking into the gala's power grid. But Hornet, completely drunk, had watched Snake, Shark, and Piranha join the crowd, and after drinking the last drop of his champagne, he angrily threw the glass down, startling Mira, and flew over to the bar to get more drinks with Mira worryingly following him.

As Tarantula was in the middle of her work, she noticed there were only three jammers appearing in her computer where there were supposed to be four. This is gonna be a problem. She then contacted the rest of the Bad Guys through her comm, "Guys, guys, we're missing one! Where's Hornet?!"

Alerted that one of their members didn't stick to the plan, while jamming with the crowd, Snake, Shark, and Piranha kept their eyes peeled on their tiny bug friend. In the crowd, Wolf, who was trying to spot Hornet, and Diane were still dancing up a storm, and their moves were getting everyone to join in, even the chief, who was surprised to feel her hips sway to the beat of the song.

Piranha: I just want you to give me a chance! I know your body really wants to dance! So leave your judgments…

By the kid from earlier, he was getting overwhelmed by a man who was donating so much money, and when he ran out of money, he started to donate gold bars into the box!

Tiffany Fluffit was covering the gala as she announced into the camera, "Break out the umbrellas, because it's raining money! All because of… I can't even believe I'm saying this…all because of the Bad Guys!"

Behind her, there was a conga line that Shark and Snake were leading while playing their instruments, with a whole line of people conga lining behind them as Piranha continued to sing.

Piranha: Wanna get you feeling right!

The dancing continued, as now, with even the chief of police joining in on the party, everyone at the gala was now jamming along, as Wolf and Diane stole the show with their stellar dance moves.

But the only person who wasn't having fun that night was Mr. Hornet as he kept drinking more champagne at the bar with Mira helplessly trying to calm him down from drinking. She even tried to snatch a bottle from him, but Hornet managed to steal another one. He might be a smaller bug but he got the strength to carry a bottle while drinking what was in it.

"Mr. Hornet, please, I'm begging you. If you don't want to think your friend had fun without you, just join them," pleaded Mira.

But Hornet put the bottle down while shedding tears, "No! It's clear that they are having fun without me! They like being good without me! They can live without me… just like they did."

"Who 'they'?" asked Mira curiously

Hornet realized what he just said that almost revealed his deepest darkest secret as he snapped, "None of your business!" he looked down while grasping the bottle, "I'd rather stay here and drink. My friends would be fine without me!"

Hornet continued to drink as Piranha's song ended. He couldn't believe this happened so fast and so soon. He could hear cheers from the audience, and he was sure his own friend would change their minds of pretending to be good, and become good for real… and now, he felt so alone… in the dark… in an empty space. The alcohol of the champagne affected him so hard as he passed out and fell asleep.

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Suddenly, the lights went out, and it got dark, just like how the plan was supposed to happen originally… except this time, the Bad Guys weren't behind it!

Soon, the lights quickly returned on, returning everything to normal… or so it seemed, as Wolf commented, "That was weird."

Suddenly, someone in the audience saw that the meteorite, which was on display on top of the screen, was now gone, as he shouted, "The meteorite is gone! Somebody stole it!"

Before the audience could go into full panic mode, they all instantly looked up at the Bad Guys, and glared suspiciously, immediately thinking that THEY were the ones that stole it.

The chief was already one close twig snap away from immediately arresting them, as she approached who cautious warned to let him explain before things got out of hand, "Chief,"

The Chief did not seem like she was ready to listen, as she growled in anger, "Wolf," She was just about set to pull out her handcuffs on them.

Wolf quickly defended, "Come on, you can't possibly think that we did this!"

Now, this was true as they weren't the ones who stole it… but before he could do or say anything to show that, that video he had earlier of his audio exclaimed with the image of his head dropping sunglasses over his eyes, 'So long, suckers,' It played on the screen behind him…and everyone saw.

That was more than enough to "Confirm" to everyone that they HAD stolen it, and nothing the Bad Guys could say or do would show that they were really, honestly, truly innocent this whole time.

Without thinking, Snake shouted, "Run!"

He and the rest of the Bad Guys scurried off the stage and ran.

The chief quickly shouted, "Get them!"

All the officers on deck were set to go after the team and catch them.

They ran across the whole party floor, trying to get away.

Shocked by what happened, Mira watched as the Bad Guys tried to get away, but they couldn't get away without their bug friend as Hornet was still on the counter, sleeping after he drank eight glasses of champagne.

"Hornet, quick. Wake up, wake up!" Mira tried to shake Hornet awake, but he was still asleep. Mira tried to find a way to wake the little bug up so he could escape with his friends. Then, Mira found a glass of water, figuring out what to do with it, and splashed it all over Hornet.

Hornet was dragged by the water on the counter as he finally woke up and was all wet, "Whoa! What is going on?! What happened?!"

"You kinda missed… everything," Mira muttered while tilting her head.

Hornet looked at the direction where Mira's head was pointing, and saw the cops were chasing after his friends.

"What? Why is this happening?!" Hornet screamed

When Wolf saw that he was cornered by the bar, quick thinking gave him a unique idea, as he pulled out two champagne bottles and popped them open, spraying down two officers.

"Whoa. Wolf, what is happening?" questioned Hornet.

Wolf spotted his missing bug friend, and asked with a small map in his mouth, "Hornet, what happened to you, and where were you?"

When Wolf noticed the glass next to Hornet, the bug just swatted the glass away until it shattered on the floor, not wanting Wolf to know he was drinking until he passed out instead of watching over them throughout the party.

However, Wolf quickly ran out of liquid and ended up distracting another officer by lunging it at him. Hornet then quickly flew off, splitting up from Wolf.

Then, he started to run towards Diane, and wrote something on a map., "Here. Here,"

Diane, confused, asked, "What are you doing?"

Wolf simply answered, "I'm giving it all back."

He then ran to avoid the officers that chased after him. To get over the large crowd of people, Wolf leaped up from a table and used their heads/faces as stepping stones to quickly get through and leap over the bar to join up with the rest of the team.

Once he made it to the other side, he ran with Snake to rejoin the others, while the reptile asked, "What happened back there!"

Wolf answered while panicking, "I couldn't do it!"

Snake, still feeling very confused by all this, then retorted/asked, "What do you mean, you couldn't do it?"

Wolf tried to give a verbal answer, stammering as the team ran, "I-I-I just… I…"

Suddenly, Piranha stopped them, saying as he stood his ground, "No! I do not run! That is not how I roll!" Piranha rolled up his sleeves and was set to take on the incoming crowd of officers one by one with his bare hands.

Wolf, nervous Piranha was gonna go full on ballistic, commented, "Piranha, don't do anything crazy."

Piranha let out a crazy laugh, shouting, "Crazy is what I bring to the party, chico!"

On cue, he then pulled out Wolf's grappling hook and launched it up into the sky, the boundless, not contained, empty sky….and the hook came crashing down onto Shark's head with a BANG, knocking him down. Wolf, Snake, and Tarantula glared back at Piranha while Hornet facepalmed for his stupidity.

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So, in this chapter, Mr. Hornet had been going through some PTSD for the first time in 3 years, but it will be explored in the future. That's a story for another time.

This is the first appearance of my other OC, Mira Rose. She is based on Anita Darling from the movie, Cruella, her name us based on Mirabel Madrigal from Encanto, and her last name is based on Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99.

There are scenes from the movie I hadn't included in the chapter because it remained unchangeable, and I wrote Hornet's moments in the chapter.

The song "Good Tonight" by Anthony Ramos doesn't belong to me.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me this chapter.

I hope you guys like this. Please leave a review for feedback!

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[photog-crafty]

If you ever heard the Liberty Bell March playing in the distance in a public session, it was probably this Future Shock Bruiser shunting across Los Santos. This was a vehicle I had passed over for quite some time until the passengers in my Scarab got fed up with being thrown out of its bed and I was pressured to try the only other Arena vehicle with four seats. To my surprise, it had just as much composure as the imitation Mercedes that it was converted from and felt like an actual limousine, instead of a limousine body grafted onto a box truck frame. It was easy to drive and easy to fly, unlike the Scarab and Imperator, and more than one of my friends mentioned that they found it genuinely relaxing to be bounced across the sky in it. Having dreamed of a job as a limousine driver, those compliments meant a great deal to me.

The radio in this Comet Safari was permanently stuck playing Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" on repeat. I love regular cars with lift kits and off-road modifications, and the Comet Safari nailed the look while also being a complete blast to drive. Getting this car fully kitted out, complete with inaccessible colored interior, made me feel like I had gone back to being a kid playing Rock 'n Roll Racing.

I don't care what anyone says. Sure, it had broken textures on the wheel arches. Sure, it had poor customization. Sure, it wasn't a proper AMG wagon. I loved the Streiter. It was a damn good car and I'm tired of pretending it wasn't. It handled well and it was impressively quick for a four-door off-road capable car. A station wagon is a station wagon, even if it's based on an obscure customized version of one, and I adored the Streiter just like any other station wagon and drove it everywhere I could regardless of the haters.

When the Gunrunning update was released, it was easy to overlook the humble Half-Track. You wouldn't think to drive this old truck over fancy materiel like the APC and Insurgent, but it was later discovered to be the ultimate counter to infantry because it had a completely bulletproof windshield. Like a bombproof Armored Kuruma, you could shoot out of it, and others couldn't shoot into it. This made it perfect for routing griefers who had dug themselves in deep and breaking their spirit. As a player who never touched hacking utilities, nothing made me smile more than being called a hacker when using a vehicle like this.

My Imani Tech vehicle of choice was the Granger 3600LX, and I owned two of them to cover both bases. This one was driven fairly often, and it was given the missile jammer as well as an OEM Sable Metallic paint job. Being more understated than the other cars with jammers made it great as a "leave me alone" vehicle. Nobody wanted to mess with this hippo.

I knew I was getting old when I started getting a hankering for a Sandking. Way back when I started playing, I had a Sandking XL that I took out now and then, but in the years that followed I learned more about trucks and came to realize that the Sandking SWB perfect for me. I didn't want fast or flashy, I just wanted a big comfy Hank Hill truck to drive around, and the SWB delivered with a soft suspension that still allowed it to go rock climbing and have fun now and then. The fact that I'm not into crew cabs and had to drive an uncomfortable Home Depot single cab also likely contributed to my acceptance of extended cab as the superior configuration. Now if only they weren't so expensive in real life.

The Stromberg was one of the few vehicles in the game that could be described as heroic. It was built for undersea travel, but saw most of its use as an Oppressor killer and even stayed relevant well after the Mk II released because brainless riders and the game's poor coding allowed the Stromberg to bypass their countermeasures. Many players switched to the Toreador for bike hunting, but I stuck with my handsome Stromberg because of its superior protection against bullets and because the passenger was magically able to phase their arm through the window to use drive-by weapons. My best friend and I had good synergy, and he was quick on the draw with the flare gun which made our Stromberg practically untouchable to Deluxos and Oppressors. More often than not, teamwork came out on top when it came to GTA PVP.

I bought this Guardian in 2015 because "haha big truck go vroom" and it was my faithful companion all the way to the very end. It's been through several paintjobs, several battles, several parties, and it's got the forced modded license plate to prove it. The Guardian was always the bringer of good times because it was a fast, capable vehicle that any number of people could stand on as it drove, well after the seats had been filled. Before things like CEO Buzzards and dedicated anti-aircraft weapons were added, we used to use them as makeshift air defense technicals by having someone stand in the back with an RPG or missile launcher. The game itself eventually gave a nod to this behavior, adding a mission in which you transported armored combat suits on the back of a flatbed truck where the strategy was to ignore the flatbed entirely and use a Guardian. The prevalence of explosives eventually pushed the Guardian out of a combat role, but it never stopped being the life of the party whenever it came out of the garage, with crewmates and randoms alike partying it up in the back. The Guardian was a vehicle I had a very special kinship with and it's one of the things I will miss the most.

As the twilight years began, this Future Shock Dominator came to represent everything I loved and stood for in GTA. On the surface, it was a benign little car, looking like a plain old S197 Mustang with AliExpress lights stuffed in the grille. But as I mastered the shunt boost, this car became a thing of beauty that could go anywhere and everywhere. It spoke to my heart, calling out the young child who grew up renting Blaster Master every weekend and making me fall in love with a jumping vehicle all over again. It had everything I wanted in a car, combining the speed and handling of a muscle with the mobility of a motorcycle and a skill ceiling that ensured there was always something new to learn, from how to rescue a trapped sale vehicle to how to drop straight down into a car meet from a thousand feet up. The funniest thing is, I absolutely hated this Dominator at first, and thought that techno-beehive on its back was the ugliest thing. But then I test drove one and discovered its incredible stability in flight, and it was like seeing the beautiful woman beneath the ugly glasses for the first time. Every time I popped that tombstone off for a drive, it was like uncorking a bottle of fine wine. I drove this car up until my very last day in Los Santos and nothing will ever replace it.

Finally, we have the three Craftybikes: past, present, and future.

The Ruffian was the first motorcycle I ever fell in love with. It was cheap, it was fast, it was good-looking, and most importantly, it was an amazing stunt bike. The Ruffian was the perfect machine to pop my stunt cherry on after migrating from GTA IV and San Andreas, as it could vault over just about anything simply by popping a wheelie into it at speed. It was on this motorcycle that I began to earn a reputation in our crew as a stunt biker, and the curious triple headlight that came with it from the factory was one of the first things to tip me off that vehicle customization in this game was not entirely as it seemed.

About a year and a half into the game's life on PC, the FCR 1000 was released to a great deal of fanfare. Many of my crewmates flocked to the FCR 1000 Custom for its old-school military style, but as I drove my unmodified one for the first time, its modest appearance and weighty handling caught my attention and never let go. In this often-overlooked bike, I found a wall-climbing animal with a tight suspension that gave it huge air from curbs and bumps, a field that the Ruffian left me longing for as I continued to hone my stunting skills. More importantly, it had only one seat, which cleanly solved the dilemma of curious people wanting to see my prowess firsthand, not knowing that having a second rider absolutely crushed a motorcycle's performance. Spending a lot of alone time with this bike was what really kicked me into high gear with GTA bikes and got me thinking about how they could be used with other creative projects.

Five years later, the Reever appeared on the scene to become the champion of all the game's motorcycles. It delivered a host of customizations, impressive stunt potential, and speed that was nearly unmatched, all in one bike. Many of its owners customized theirs to look futuristic, myself among that number with my low-gripped spare, but the circular headlight and fairing inspired me to shape my primary Reever in the image of my old FCR 1000, which had long since taken on a life of its own by that point. The Reever kept me company as we all began to go our separate ways and wind down, and it was on this bike that I rode off into the sunset, just as the Ruffian had brought me into this lawless town nine years ago.

[thetruearchmagos]

Last Line Tag!

Terrib;y sorry for the wait, @sleepyowlwrites , but I've finally gotten a WIP to a stage that I think warrants one of these! Since I'll also be taking up @dogmomwrites open Tag, I'll post two snippets!

Tagging @moonscribbler @sanguine-arena @theprissythumbelina and @lividdreamz

When Malik first accepted his present posting to the Republic of Nouvolouis, he was quite confidently informed that that was a land blessed with tropical sun and mild weather. He hadn't had much of either since he got here, and two months in he was a man looking for a way out. Until one arrived, though, he had a job to do.

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No time for a mission brief, the air group commander rushed to relay the situation over the radio. Even now, the stand-off jammers were playing merry hell with their sensors. The first pair were off the deck in seconds, two more following every ten. In less than a minute, all ten Arrows were in the air, and heading out west at twice the speed of sound. Their onboard sensors were running quiet, and until they got into missile range their eyes into the sky would be those of Hotel-One, watching over the battle from afar. The Chevaliers and their machine minds did not notice them, though their escorting jammers were getting more anxious with each passing second on their path towards the far away carrier. The detachment commander was weighing the benefits of turning back early, when the whine of his threat warning receiver informed him that he had no reason to bother.

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[mollidays]

PUNTA ARENAS (03.02-06.02)

Nabij de straat van Magelaan vormt Punta Arenas de zuidelijkste stad van Chili. Door haar ligging is ze de ideale uitvalsbasis voor excursies naar zuidelijk Patagonië en Tierra del Fuego. Bij aankomst boeken we meteen één van elk: walvissen spotten vanop een catamaran en koningspinguïns bewonderen in Vuurland.

Wie graag beestjes wil zien, moet er wat voorover hebben en dat zullen we geweten hebben. We zijn om 4u ‘s ochtends op post om onze trip te starten. Een korte busreis brengt ons tot aan een strand ter hoogte van Fort Bulnes, waar we bij schemer aan boord gaan van onze catamaran. We hebben een lange dag en vele kilometers voor de boeg, maar het is het waard. Een groepje walvissen voedt zich in de buurt van onze boot waardoor we ze meermaals zien ondergaan met het gekende fotogenieke tafereel waarbij ze hun staart sierlijk in de lucht gooien. Hoe vaak dit spektakel zich ook herhaalt, we zijn telkens onder de indruk en voelen ons koning te rijk. Als kers op de taart vangen we zelfs eenmalig een glimp op van een walvishoofd dat plots boven het water uitspringt.

Tussen de verschillende walvisshows door entertainen de vele zeeleeuwen ons met hun kinderlijk gerol en vrolijke sprongetjes. Je weet niet waar eerst te kijken. Ook pinguïns, albatrossen en aalschovers passeren de revue. We sluiten onze excursie af met een glaasje pisco sour, gekoeld door gletsjerijs, met zicht op de Seno Helado. Een topdag waar we nog vaak op zullen terugblikken. Jullie zullen het helaas moeten stellen met wat matige foto’s die de sfeer en beleving amper benaderen. ‘s Avonds hangen we als echte locals aan de bar van Kiosco Roca voor een choripan (een broodje chorizo). Deze lekkernij werd verkozen tot beste snack van Chili.

Wat ons opvalt in Punta Arenas is de hevige wind. Petjes vliegen in het rond, alsook een gekoesterde brownie en koekjes. Jammer genoeg valt ook ons bezoek aan de zwart-witte vriendjes hierdoor in het water. De zee is zo ruig dat de ferry’s niet uitvaren, waardoor de broedplaats van de koningspinguïns onbereikbaar blijft. We zijn licht teleurgesteld vanwege de gemiste kans, maar voelen ons nog steeds verrijkt door de ervaringen van de vorige dag. We trekken richting Puerto Natales nabij het beroemde nationale park Torres Del Paine.

[kendrew600]

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[mysterymirrors]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWOT Sporti New Waves Jammer Swimsuit - Red/Black - 30.

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[thxnews]

Space Force Prioritizes US Space Superiority

General Chance Saltzman of the United States Space Force has provided a comprehensive overview of the American strategy to maintain and ensure space superiority. Speaking at the Spacepower Security Forum hosted by the Mitchell Institute for Aerospace Studies in Arlington, Virginia, Saltzman painted a vivid picture of the challenges and aspirations that define the US's approach to space in the 21st century.  

Service members attached to Joint Task Force Space Defense look at a computer screen at Schriever Space Force Base, Colorado. Photo by Denis Rogers. DoD.  

Navigating a Crowded and Contested Domain

Space, once a realm of peaceful exploration and international cooperation, has transformed into an arena of intense competition. With nations like Russia and China significantly advancing their capabilities, the US faces an "incredibly sophisticated array" of threats, from space-based GPS jammers to anti-satellite weapons. The stakes have never been higher, as these developments threaten the security of US space assets and, by extension, national security and global stability.   The Space Force's Mandate for Superiority The establishment of the Space Force, according to Saltzman, is a response to these escalating challenges. Moreover, it represents a dedicated effort to secure US interests in space through a combination of protecting our assets and denying adversaries the ability to exploit their space capabilities against us. Additionally, Saltzman emphasized that achieving space superiority requires a responsible, balanced approach. This approach ensures the domain remains a safe, secure, and stable environment for all.   Competitive Endurance: A Framework for Success The concept of "competitive endurance" lies at the heart of the Space Force's strategy. Furthermore, this framework focuses on preventing operational surprises, countering adversaries' capabilities, and engaging in responsible space campaigning. By adhering to these principles, the Space Force aims to safeguard US interests without undermining the collective utility of space. Saltzman's message is clear: the US's commitment to space superiority is not just about dominance but about ensuring a sustainable future for space exploration and utilization.  

Falcon Heavy Landing. Photo by SpaceX. Unsplash.  

The Critical Importance of Space Superiority

In his address, Saltzman underscored the vital role that space superiority plays in the broader context of national security and global peace. The ability to access and operate in space is no longer a luxury but a necessity for modern military operations, economic stability, and technological advancement. Without it, the US and its allies face significant disadvantages on the global stage. The pursuit of space superiority, therefore, is about more than just tactical advantages—it's about securing a future where space continues to offer opportunities for advancement, discovery, and cooperation.   Looking Ahead As we gaze upwards, the importance of space in our daily lives and national defense has never been more apparent. General Saltzman's address serves as a reminder of the pivotal role the Space Force plays in ensuring that space, the final frontier, remains a realm of endless possibilities rather than one of conflict and contention. With a strategic vision firmly in place, the US is poised to navigate the complexities of space superiority with confidence and commitment.   Sources: THX News & US Department of Defense. Read the full article

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[ksknair]

Overlooked Advantages of Swimming for College Students

Hey, fellow swimmers and college mates! 🌊

I've been reflecting on how swimming isn't just a break from our endless assignments and exams but a secret weapon in our mental and physical wellness arsenal. Diving into the pool is like entering a different world, where stress and deadlines don't exist, and all you hear is the soothing sound of water.

Choosing the right swimwear had always been a puzzle for me, but I finally got the hang of it. If you're lost in the sea of options, aim for comfort and functionality. Ladies, racing swimsuits for that sleek, drag-free experience, and guys, jammers or trunks work perfect for that balance between competition and relaxation.

And don't even get me started on the exercises! Front crawls, breaststrokes, backstrokes, or simply treading water—it’s all about building that endurance and mental fortitude. Plus, some pool planks and underwater leg kicks? Your fitness regimen will thank you.

Remember, consistency is key. We're juggling academics and life but squeezing in that pool time amplifies our cognitive and physical vigor, making us unstoppable in every arena.

Swimming is not just for athletes; it's for any student looking to elevate their college experience. 🏊‍♂️

Keep swimming, keep thriving, y'all!

Catch you in the pool? 🏊‍♀️✨

#SwimforLife #CollegeWellness #SwimGear101 #MentalBoost #PhysicalEndurance #StudentLifeUnplugged #SwimWorkoutsForStudents #students #fresherblog #college #college life #desiblr #india

[scontomio]

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[lamilanomagazine]

San Carlo Arena: denunciata 42enne sorpresa con la droga

San Carlo Arena: denunciata 42enne sorpresa con la droga Napoli. Nella scorsa mattinata, gli agenti del Commissariato San Carlo Arena e della Squadra Mobile, nell'ambito dei servizi all'uopo predisposti, hanno effettuato un'operazione antidroga all'interno di uno stabile in via Arenaccia. L'attività esperita dai poliziotti ha avuto positivo riscontro in quanto hanno rinvenuto, nell'intercapedine del vano ascensore, un borsone con 618.580 euro e un jammer (abbattitore di segnale). Inoltre, gli operatori hanno effettuato un controllo, nello stesso edificio, presso l'appartamento di una donna dove hanno trovato, nella camera da letto, una busta con altri 15.055 euro e un monitor che riproduceva le immagini registrate da 4 telecamere collegate ad un sistema DVR (impianto di videosorveglianza) che inquadrava sia la pubblica via che l'interno dello stabile; ancora, nel garage in uso alla prevenuta, hanno ritrovato due buste contenenti circa 7,855 kg di cocaina, 7 panetti di hashish del peso complessivo di circa 278 grammi, 2 bilance e diverso materiale per il confezionamento della droga. Pertanto, una 42enne napoletana, è stata denunciata per detenzione illecita di sostanze stupefacenti.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article