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es05l2k5sl · 4 years

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I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty. And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package.

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA. His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

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Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years

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I hope that you like this more obscure talentswap! This fast-talking mile-a-minute lass lives for all there is to do with justice, for she is Myth, the Former Ultimate Stenographer!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Being born to two hard-working pervayors of justice (attorneys, in fact), Myth always witnessed her parents getting justice served to the people who deserved it, and always wished to follow in their footsteps, so she would always write what her parents said in the court, so she could use it as future reference. Some of the court officials noticed this, and offered to give this girl a position as the court’s professional stenographer, and you better believe she wears that title like a badge of glory, and performs to the highest of capabilities. Myth’s supreme skill in stenographing earned her a spot on the Hope’s Peak roster as the Ultimate Stenographer, and even in her adult years, she is still working hard every day to record the words uttered by the justice system that she holds ever so dear to her heart. But her best friend forced her to take the next couple of weeks off, and chaperone this years Ultimates and Jr. Ultimates.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Kickboxer

Despite being only two inches taller than their friend, Wyre dominated foes way bigger than them, thanks to their strong and wild kicking, which is enough for them to be considered a champion and caused them to earn their position as the Ultimate Kickboxer, and they are still going strong in their adult years. Despite their rough appearance and her equally rough demeanor and behavior, their criminal record is squeaky clean, and for that reason, Myth and Wyre have been only the best of friends for years and years. Wyre is also the only one who can understand Myth’s fast-talking and shorthand speech, and the only person who can stop Myth from over working herself and stressing herself out over minor details.

Outfit: An orange and sleeveless hoodie over a bandage-wrapped chest, chains on her neck and wrist, sweatpants that match her hoodie, nothing on her feet.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Puppeteer

As the mastermind and creative genius behind famous horror web series told exclusively through expertly-crafted marionettes and props, and a creepy voice acting as the narrator, Scar commonly calls herself ”The Narrator”, “The Disembodied Voice”, or, most notably of all, “The Puppetmaster”. Oddly enough, despite puppeteering for specifically in the horror genre, and wearing clothes that would be right at home on a cursed and possessed Victorian-era doll, Scar is actually quite the softie in real-life, often acting like a concerned mother to the other Kibo-Con attendees. Scar’s creepy appearance immediately scared Myth away, much to the dismay of the puppet enthusiast.

Outfit: A red beret on her head, cracks drawn on her face making her resemble a haunted doll, a black and white gothic-Lolita style dress, black and white striped stockings, brown platform heels.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Waiter

Garnering fame all around his hometown for his ability to hold several plates of food all at once, while roller-skating simultaneously, Fusion is a waiter at the “Squeaky-Clean Spoon”, a 60s style diner run by his parents and grandparents, that is famous for their chili dogs and selection of songs on their personal jukeboxes. With their shared love for punctuality in their respective duties and their shared concern for their conmates, you would think that the two would get along perfectly. However, Myth caught wind of a certain skeleton in Fusion’s closet, and hasn’t forgiven Fusion since. Fusion desperately wishes to reconcile with his senpai, even if he is siding with an acclaimed thief.

Outfit: A white dress shirt, a red, yellow, and blue striped tie, a red and white apron, white gloves, red and white four-wheel roller-skates, glasses and pants from his original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Thief

As a youngster, Fusion II was born and raised on the streets, and had to steal and loot from any house and store that she happened upon, in order to survive in this dog-eat-dog world. Her natural stealth and clever mindset helps her evade her captors and makes her only the perfect thief. However, a couple of months prior, Fusion II was caught stealing from The Squeaky-Clean Spoon by the owners, and was offered a place to stay at the diner, in exchange for working as one of the diner’s chefs. Because Fusion II and Myth are on opposite sides of the law, they both have a massive grudge against each other, making Fusion II the person Myth gets along with the worst.

Outfit: A black-leather jacket over a pink undershirt, blue-ripped jeans with the same apron as Fusion tied over it, tall black boots, sunglasses from the original design.

Just Anon, Ultimate Tutor

Tired of his constant truancy, in spite of his stunning genius, Janon’s teachers have forced him to tutor his kohais, as compensation for all of the school days he missed and as a way to learn what actual work feels like. Because Janon can memorize entire textbooks worth of information, he uses all of this knowledge in order to tutor the school children of his neighborhood. While he does equally as well of a job with students older than him, Janon is notably harsher on them, compared to children (his one weakness and soft-spot). Janon shows zero respect for any of his senpais, particularly the stick-up-her-butt stenographer. Myth is oddly intrigued by Janon’s quick retaining of info.

Outfit: The same formal wear that he wears underneath his hoodie from his original design, with a long pink scarf wrapped around his neck (which was knitted by one of his kohais), reading glasses.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Tap Dancer

The famed star of the Spectacular Sparkling Spotlight (or Troupe S3, for short) Dance Troupe, Sparkle and the other girls of her dance-oriented musical theatre troupe are all skilled at all sorts of dance styles, but as her title would suggest, Sparklw (and the rest of her troupe) mainly specializes in tap dancing. A combination of her loud voice, style and grace on the stage, and the sheer amount of knowledge on the world of performing and theatrics, made Sparkle the perfect person to lead her troupe into worldwide stardom. At first, Myth was scared off by Sparkle’s loud and commandeering tone, but eventually (even if she won’t admit it), the skittish stenographer has warmed up to Sparkle.

Outfit; A black and white tuxedo with a matching hat/headband on top of her hair, white gloves, black and pink tap shoes, a sparkly black and white cape, a cane she carries at all times, glasses from her original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Graffiti Artist, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Tailor

Egg and Wet Sock are a pair of twins best known for their differently-applied artistic genius. Egg, the older and more physically-gifted (but not particularly bright or sensible) of the two, specializes in colorful and eye-grabbing graffiti, with or without permission from commissioners. Wet Sock, the more brooding and withdrawn (yet equally as cursed) of the two, specializes in custom-made and fitted clothes, particularly those of the emo subculture. Egg’s jokey nature and morally dubious talent puts them at odds with Myth, meaning that, out of the twins, Myth gets along better with Wet Sock, despite their strange and frightening attachment to knives and regularly pulling them out.

Egg’s Outfit: Green-tinted goggles, a splattered bandana covering their nose and mouth, a black tanktop, green cargo pants, black gloves, spray can holsters and boots.

Wet Sock’s Outfit: A simple black and white tuxedo, accessorized with sewing supplies.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Soccer Player

The otherwise ragtag soccer team of Star Summit Co-Ed Middle School has a secret ace up their sleeve, and that ace’s name is Curious Anon. Curious‘s sheer leg strength combined with his strategic mindset and game-breaking power made them popular among soccer fanatics everywhere and makes them truly earn the title of Ultimate Soccer Player. Despite their stoic and permanent game face frightening opponents, as any of their teammates would tell you, Curious is surprisingly kind-hearted and is easy to get along with. Curious’s honest and upfront nature seems to help calm Myth’s nerves, when she chooses to interact with the easygoing middle school soccer star.

Outfit: A green and white soccer uniform with black cleats.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Skateboarder

On the other end of the jock scale, we have Anon Nerd, the jerkish and hyper-aggressive Ultimate Skateboarder, and the eldest of the Kibo-Con roster. Because of his less-than-stellar and hyper-violent upbringing, Nerd took it to the skatepark to vent his frustrations with half-pipe tricks. All the time spent at the skatepark made his skateboarding skills escalate and escalate, until he became a pro-skateboarder in his teen years, and eventually the Ultimate Skateboarder. Because of their close-to-opposite personalities, Myth and Nerd don’t get along well in the slightest. Unfortunately, they’ve both developed feelings for each other, that they’ve never experienced before.

Outfit; Hair in a Mohawk with red and black dyed tips, a black tank-top with a bloody skull illustration on the front, black cargo shorts with sheered bottoms, black socks and white sneakers, tattoos on his arms.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Public Speaker

Wanted to wake up the gullible sheep in the world, Eldritch quickly mustered up the confidence (thanks to several online confidence seminar marathons) to go in front of a crowd, and scream at them about all the terrible state the world is currently in, and how they’re all mindless corporate zombies, to let all of those atrocities slide. Despite his reputation as an overzealous Debbie Downer by many of his detractors, he has many fans for his loud and passionate voice and his regular use of peer-reviewed facts, making his speeches far more reliable than they seem. Eldritch’s anti-government attitude puts him at odds with Myth’s heavily pro-government mindset.

Outfit: Neatly combed hair, a black polo shirt with a green pixel design on the bottom, an orange tie, black pants and matching loafers.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Cadet

Despite her sunny and positive attitude clashing heavily against her strict and stoic military family and the rest of her squadron, no one can deny that Dream is a spectacular cadet towards her squadron. She can also play quite the mean bugle. With Dream and Myth opposite temperaments and interactions with others, you‘d be surprised to learn that they have two common point: their shared love of war history and respect for the government. They often like talking about war strategy and re-enacting old wars throughout history, using Dream’s collectible toy soldiers. These activities are one of the few times Myth‘s walls are let down in front of anybody, apart from Wyre.

Outfit: Hair in two small pigtails, a dark green and light green army helmet, black facepaint, a jumpsuit that matches her helmet, black boots with yellow soles.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Cellist

Ever since she was little, thanks to her musician parents (a guitarist father and a violinist mother), Iris has been exposed to music, and eventually chose to follow in her parent’s footsteps with her favorite instrument: the cello. Unfortunately, because of her dislike of crowded spots, Iris couldn’t join an orchestra like she (and her parents) wanted to, so she opted to simply play her cello from home and upload her music online. Regardless of her fears and anxieties, Iris always tries her best to remain positive. Iris may not understand what the hell Myth is even saying, but she always tries her best to strike conversation with her senpai, in hopes that the stenographer can open up.

Outfit: Silver music note hairpins, a blue denim jacket with silver music note buttons over a black dress with white string designs in the middle, dark grey leggings, dark blue Mary Janes, glasses from original design.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Class Representative

Purple is a student from one of the most prestigious and high-class schools in all of the country, and despite her timid personality, thanks to her strong work ethic and her kind-hearted nature, she managed to secure a position in the school’s hierarchy as the representative of her class. Because of her overly formal and heavily outdated mode of speech that’s more at home with the other students at her uppercrust school, she usually requires a translator (usually Fusion) to make her speech comprehensible to the middle-class conmates. Myth and Purple quickly bonded in true incomprehensible glory, and regularly have conversations that no one but Wyre and Fusion can understand.

Outfit: A black overcoat over a white dress shirt and a red tie, a purple skirt, dark grey stockings, and red Mary Janes, topped off by a red armband on her right arm.

The series centers around the skittish stenographer learning to give potential criminals the chance for redemption.

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PERSONALITY

Stenographer!Myth is renowned upon the justice system for her efficiency in the court and the stoic face she puts on, upon entering a court environment, able to capture speech right down to the tiniest of breaths. But off of the court, she’s the complete opposite, for her speech is about as speedy, jumbled, and incomprehensible as her writing, often requiring Kickboxer!Wyre to translate for her. Stenographer!Myth is often very jittery, when interacting with others, and almost never relaxes or slows down to take a breather. She has zero time for playing or joking around, for a stenographer’s work is never done, and justice never sleeps. Her moral compass and sense of justice is practically removable, which makes sense, considering the environment she lives in. This puts her at odds with people such as Theif!Two. She’ll never admit it, but Stenographer!Myth really cares about each and every one of the Kibo-Con attendees, but she’ll never admit it, for fear of being made fun of or being taken advantage of by a potential criminal hiding amongst the crowd.

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APPEARANCE

Stenographer!Myth has brown hair that reaches her tailbone and wears the same uniform that she wears to court. The uniform consists of a pink headband with a heart pin given by her mother, a blue jacket over a pink dress shirt and a gold pendant with an amethyst in the center, a skirt that matches her jacket, black leggings and ruby red Mary Janes. She carries a stenography machine with her, at all times.

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Phew! I’ve finished this week’s quota! I hope you like this talentswap! Let me hear your opinions on this AU!

-Fusion Anon

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echo-bleu · 4 years

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how fragile we are

Being raised by humans doesn't make Isobel, Max and Michael human. Or maybe it does. Maybe it makes them too human.

[implied canon sexual assault, ptsd, trauma, dissociation]

Michael doesn't start speaking for nearly two years after they come out of the pods. Maybe it's because he doesn't have anyone to talk to.

Isobel and Max used to communicate with him telepathically, but once they're gone he doesn't have anyone else. They have each other, and parents who try to encourage them to come out of their shell, so they both say their first words just weeks after they find a home.

Michael doesn't have a home. He doesn't need to speak, since no one would listen to him anyway.

At the group home, he's labeled a problem child nearly from the first day, and it's the kind of label that sticks to you like a used band-aid, gluing itself to whatever finger you try to use to get rid of it.

So instead of talking, he draws. He draws on any surface adults let him have access to. He draws the shiny lights that are his only memory of wherever he was before, over and over. Circle, line, line, circle. Back to the middle. Line, circle.

One day, one of the ladies, the one who likes him a little and even talks to him sometimes, takes his hand and shows him how to draw something else.

Michael learns to write before he learns to talk, but it's a long time before he has anything to write about.

Iz is so jealous of Max sometimes. On days like today, looking in the mirror, she hates herself. She hates the way her body is changing, the budding breasts she doesn't want, the dresses her mother still makes her wear. Max doesn't have all that. Max even has a good name, a name that doesn't say girl or boy to anyone who hears it. Iz hates her name, she never wants to hear it again. She told Max and he calls her Iz, now, and she likes that a little more. But their parents never do.

Cutting her hair short didn't help, and now everyone looks at her weird. Maybe because she did it in the bathroom mirror, with the kitchen scissors, and why did no one tell her why the hairdresser wets it first? It hurt. Her hair looked all wonky afterwards, and Mom dragged her to the salon to make it better. Iz screamed for two hours straight.

She steals one of Max's baseball caps and puts it on her head. He has at least three of them anyway, and he doesn't mind her stealing his clothes. It's always Mom and Dad who mind it.

The hat makes it a little better. She can look in the mirror without wanting to slash at her body with a knife.

She doesn't remove it for three years.

Max sits on a low wall at the edge of the playground, watching the other boys kick a ball around. It's never been his thing. He likes to read, and write, but none of the other kids enjoy that. So he just sits alone, most of the time.

He can feel Iz watching him. Sometimes he even gets a flash of himself through her eyes. The teachers keep saying that they're too fusional, that they'll never make friends if they stay together, so they switched Iz to another class and now they're not even allowed to sit together.

Max isn't good at making friends. It's like the other kids know he's different. Iz and him tried to figure it out so many times, where they come from, why they don't feel like they're from the same planet, but they don't understand.

Maybe it's because they aren't.

They're eleven and five months when they're reunited. Iz is the one who sees him first, the boy whose name they don't even remember now, the boy with curly hair and a special place inside their minds. He's beautiful, so beautiful, because he's here. They've missed him so much.

Michael hugs them tight like he never wants to let them go, and he refuses to say where he's been. He has scars on his arms and he never wears shorts. He's sad, sadder even than Max, sadder than Iz feels inside.

But together, they can be happy. They can be strong.

They're just one day short of twelve−their birthday has been set at the day they were found in the desert−when they find the pods again. When they find proof that they're not from around here.

It's almost a relief. It explains a lot. And yet nothing. They're a mystery.

They're aliens.

They don't know what it means. Can they live a normal life? Are they all alone? Will someone come for them, someday?

Michael wonders often, if someone will come for him.

He's fourteen, and he's just escaped, barely, from another exorcism, when he figures out that no other aliens will come to bring him home. When someone comes for him, it will be a human, and it will be to torture him, kill him, dissect him. From there on, he lives with that thought at the back of his mind. It will happen, someday. It only takes a single misstep. They almost made one, that night.

Maybe when the humans catch him, he'll find out that he deserved it all along. That his race is really one of monsters. Except by now he's fairly sure there can be no worse monsters than humans.

But at least he's found Max and Isobel again, and they're okay. They're better than okay, they're thriving. At least from Michael's point of view, at least until recently−that night changed things.

He buries the jealousy deep inside him, until it's almost gone. When he can get away with it, he hitches a ride to the desert, out to the turquoise mines, and he lies there. He no longer waits for someone to come get him. He wishes for the world to disappear, until he's the only one left.

He wishes that he could disappear from the world.

Iz hurts, inside. Physically, at first, but that doesn't last anywhere near long enough. It's just bruises, right? The man didn't have time to do anything worse.

She should be fine. She is fine. She has to be.

She carries on like nothing happened, at first. As far as anyone else is concerned, that's the truth. She's worried about Max for a while, but his powers seems to settle again after a few days, and he's sad, but he doesn't feel guilty. So she smiles at her parents and sleeps in Max's bed a little more often, where it feels safe. She refuses to go camping with her family, but that's normal, right? Camping sucks, anyway. All of her friends say so.

She doesn't do sleepovers with her friends, either. She just doesn't feel like it. She's pulling away, she knows she is, but it feels like her friends' discussions and worries are so lame, so removed from her reality. She wants to cut her hair short again, but she doesn't want to attract attention. Her parents can't be worried about that, because then they'll be worried about other things, too. Like how much time she spends in her room. Like the nightmares she wakes up from, and how she holds on tight to her dad's hand the one time they get back from dinner at the restaurant and it's already night outside.

The first time it happens is just after school starts again. One of the boys in her class approaches Iz from behind, and she freezes. She can't move, and for a moment, she can't even feel her body. He looks at her weird and walks away.

The next time, the PE teacher touches her without warning and she flinches back so far that she falls on her ass. She freezes for longer this time, and when she comes back to herself, she's crying. The teacher tries to ask her what happens, but she does her best to deflect it. He can't know.

The third time, she loses time. She's sitting at her desk at the beginning of a lesson, and suddenly the other students are standing up and leaving. She doesn't know where she went.

There's something wrong with her.

She's scared.

People are exhausting, Max decides sometime through high school. He's just tired, all the time. After the strange elation that followed that night, his energy levels took a nose dive. These days he has trouble staying awake through a whole day of school.

His parents haven't noticed. Isobel knows, but she has her own stuff to deal with. She didn't come back the same from the camping trip. Max worries about her, but he doesn't know how to help.

He lies on his bed, at night, after dinner, and often she joins him. They just lie there, not moving, not talking. That's what most of their relationship boils down to, now.

Michael is angry, pulling away from them, and that just makes Max more tired. He doesn't have the energy to take in more anger, more rage. He has the weight that has settled inside him, the shape of a man standing over Isobel, pinning her down. He has the feeling that never leaves, of a life going out under his hand.

How can he concentrate on homework after that?

That year is when he starts writing for real. He writes and writes, blackens pages and notebooks until his hand hurts, and that's good, because that's the hand that killed a man. Maybe it should hurt.

He burns every notebook the moment he's put down the last word.

#roswell new mexico #michael guerin #isobel evans #max evans #pod squad #roswell nm #echo's fanfiction #mine

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tonystarkbingo · 3 years

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TSB MIV Week 26 Roundup!

IT’S THE LAST ONE, Y’ALL! And there are so many amazing fills that came flooding in this past week! We’re in the process of getting badges made and sent, so please be patient with us.

We are taking the rest of the month off, but in May and June we will be doing month-long flash bingos! We’ll keep you posted about those, and in the meantime go give some love to these wonderful content creators!

Title: Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun Collaborator: Politzania Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted: KINK: Threesome Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: dimensional shenanigans, fluff, fade to black smut Summary: Thanks to some multiverse experimentation, Bucky now has two genius billionaire boyfriends (and their libidos) to deal with. Word Count: 717

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Title: A Good Date and a Bad Idea Collaborator: gottalovev Card Number: 4077 Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1, R5 - Winteriron Chapter 2, A4 - Justin Hammer Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Attempted kidnapping Summary: Chapter 1: Tony is on what he hopes is a first date with Bucky. He didn't expect it to be so rudely interrupted. (Tony POV) Chapter 2: Justin has waited for his moment, and this is it. (Same events, Justin Hammer's POV) Word Count: 7918

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Title: Adjust The Pecking Order Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - AU: western Ship: Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: polyamory Summary: Tony knew that he wasn't the most adjusted man in the world, but there was something hot about a woman in a pretty floral dress confidently pointing a shotgun at him. There was nothing wrong liking a woman with a gun. The messed up part was where she was surely Laura, Clint's wife. He shouldn't be eyeing his friend's wife, no matter how sure her hands were on that gun. "You with the bank?" she asked. "No, ma'am," he said. Since his hands were already up by his head, he took his hat off, tipped it in her direction, then put it back on. "Name's Tony Stark. I believe your husband sent for me?" Word Count: 1211

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Title: Finals Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive Card Number: 4085 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R4 - James Rhodes/War Machine Ship: Gen Rating: IronHusbands Major Tags: art Summary: An image of Tony and Rhodey studying for finals, long overdue for a break

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Title: Something like fate Collaborator: Gottalovev Card Number: 4077 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Sent to a Different Dimension Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Universe hopping, getting together, CW fix-it but no discourse Summary: Tony and Steve go alternate-reality hopping by accident (Fine. It's Tony's fault: he touched something he shouldn't have in Reed Richard's lab). It's an eye opening experience. Word Count: 8411

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Title: DtP —> DtF - Chapter 1 Collaborator: Politzania Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: dimensional shenanigans, eventual smut, threesome, selfcest, oral sex, anal sex, Tony POV, First Person POV, Present Tense Summary: Thanks to a bit of dimensional travel, Tony takes the chance to find out if he really is as good a lover as his Bucky says (as well as get another Bucky’s opinion on the matter).. Word Count: 681

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Title: The Courtship of Death Collaborator: MagicaDraconia16 Card Number: 4019 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Tony Stark/Loki Ship: FrostIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Crack treated seriously, AU canon divergence, courtship and rejection thereof, canonical character death, BAMF Hela Summary: ...goes a lot easier when you do some research first. Otherwise entitled: "Why Torturing, Brainwashing And Murdering The Father Of The Person You're Trying To Court Is A Bad Idea" (trade mark pending, by Tony Stark) Word Count: 2351

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Title: Things Develop (in the Darkroom) Collaborator: 27dragons Card Number: 4027 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Photoshoot Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: AU: No powers, photoshoot, photographer!Bucky, lingerie, budoir photoshoot, oblivious!Bucky Summary: Bucky was happy to agree to a private photoshoot with his favorite client... at least, until he realized what kind of photoshoot Tony wanted. Word Count: 775

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Title: The Heartbreaker Collaborator: fightingforcreativity Card Number: 4004 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R2 - Au: Hydra won Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: AU: Hydra won, Hydra Iron Man, Angst, Mark 17 (Heartbreaker) Summary: Red Skulls voice resonated from everywhere, “Oh might I have the honour of introducing you to Hydra’s newest and strongest agent? Say hello to ‘Heartbreaker’. I’m sure you’ll find the name befitting.” And just like that, the Avengers came face to face with the one man they had hoped to free, wearing an armour they’ve never seen before. “Tony?”, Rhodey’s voice was broken, just as his heart and he could bet everything he had, the other’s weren’t faring better. “Been a while, Rhodes. Nice of seeing you all again, sadly you can’t stay for the party~” replied Tony, voice cold and devoid of emotion.

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Title: Family Date Night Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A1 - Drive-In Ship: Stony, Superfamily Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff Summary: Date night plans get changed at the last minute. Word Count: 714

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Title: The Supplicant Collaborator: 27dragons Card Number: 4027 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - AU: Royalty Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: AU: historical/fantasy, warlord Tony, tribute Bucky Summary: Bucky wondered, sometimes, if King Alexander had not intended Bucky to stand at the throne’s right hand as the kingdom’s general, or at its left hand as chief counselor, why the king had even bothered to sire another child after his first had proven hale and of sound mind. He rather suspected that the king, too, wondered that same thing. But as it turned out, there was a reason for the king to have sired a second child: to be given as tribute to the terrifying warlord threatening the entire kingdom. Word Count: 2966

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Title: They didn't cover this in the Academy - Chapter 1 Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2- “Damn it, Stark!” Ship: Gamora/Tony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, marriage of convenience Summary: Tony might be a pain in his captain's ass, but he never goes out of his way to make problems for her. And really, how was he supposed to know that the engineer he spent all last night talking to was a princess? Gamora wants to get off planet, and Tony is willing to help. While heading back towards Federation space, they pick up a distress call from inside Romulan space. Word Count: 10,206

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Title: Anything for you Collaborator: Gottalovev Card Number: 4077 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Pining Ship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Stark (universe 3490) Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Getting together, porn with feelings Summary: Steve has one certainty: he has a crush of epic proportion on Natasha Stark, and it's becoming quite a problem. Word Count: 4083

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Title: The Futurist Collaborator: periwinklepromise Card Number: 4053 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Edwin Jarvis Ship: Tony & Edwin Jarvis Rating: Gen Major Tags: Implied Child Abuse, drabble Summary: Perhaps it is time to look to the future. Word Count: 100

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Title: untitled Collaborator: chel Card Number: 4011 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Adopted - Wrong Number/Booty Call Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Moodboard-ish Word Count: N/A

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Title: Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Chapter 2 Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Kink: Sex Compulsion Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Phone Sex, Identity Porn, Anal Fingering, Dildo Play Summary: Bucky's little camboy sidegig - where he plays 'Special Agent Jay' -- gets him attention from an unexpected quarter. Chapter 2: Bucky's one on one chat with BrooklynBorn heads in a very different direction than he expected; offering instruction and support as well as release. Can he keep his emotions in check? Word Count: 3912

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Title: Save My Soul, Spare My Heart Collaborator: summerpipedream Card Number: 4045 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Ship: Pre-Stuckony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Angels and Demons Summary: “Are you hurt?” “The jury’s still out on that. Who exactly are you and why the hell are you in my apartment?” An angel and a demon walk into Tony’s apartment. Supposedly, both of them were tasked to protect him. Whether Tony can survive their bickering is another question entirely. Word Count: 2242

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Title: The Perfect Solution Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Card Number: 4004 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - Kink: Cuckolding Ship: IronHusbands, Rhodey/Carol Rating: Mature Major Tags: AceTony, bisexual Rhodey, friends with benefits, Carol knows what she wants, caring boyfriend Rhodey Summary: Tony never really enjoyed himself during the more intimate moments in bed. Naturally Rhodey had figured him out and after meeting Carol the perfect solution came to be. Word Count: 482

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Title: Time Loopy Doopy (Fake News already in 2009 Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Card Number: 4004 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S5 - Paparazzi Ship: (Hinted) WinterIron Rating: M Major Tags: timeline- what timeline?, Avengers, Kid bucky(?), fake news, time trouble Summary: Despite what the News tweet says, Tony and the Avengers all knew the truth and that was Tony trying to protect his current boyfriend’s kid self from the past. Now he just needed to find a way back into his own time with his own Avengers. Word Count: N/A

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Title: My Darling, you are my poetry Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T4 - AU: Artist/Muse Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: NSFW art, nude modelling Summary: Bucky absolutely didn't plan to go to art classes, but his therapist insisted. So here he was creating nude art of the young Stark heir, while blushing furiously. Word Count: N/A

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Title: This light that I hold, speaks to you Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: R1 - Kink: Candles Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Candles Summary: A quiet night spent together, playing with supersoldier senses. Word Count: N/A

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Title: The Wrong Dress Collaborator: cami-chats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Kink: Interfemoral/Intercrural Ship: IronWidow Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: Natasha's dress might not be good for events, but that doesn't mean she looks bad in it. Word Count: 933

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Title: They didn’t cover this in the Academy - Chapter 2 Collaborator: cami-chats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Kink: Messy/Dirty Ship: Gamora/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: Major Character Injury (not fatal) Summary: Lieutenant Commander Tony Stark of Eden and the continuing adventures of having a ship that’s falling apart around him. Word Count: 7385

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Title: Nighttime Shadows Collaborator: Khentkawes Card Number: 4091 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: vague discussion of PTSD (very vague), emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares, angst and fluff, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts Summary: Tony’s nightmares never fully went away. But over the years, Pepper likes to think she’s gotten better at helping him cope with them. She doesn’t always have the right words to say, but she can at least be there for him. And usually, that’s enough. Word Count: 1555

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Title: Status: Iron Man dead/Tony Stark alive (it’s complicated) Collaborator: Khentkawes Card Number: 4091 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: discussions of possible death/funerals, Endgame Fixit, funeral, fake funeral, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Canon divergence Summary: The Avengers ‘accidentally’ fake Tony Stark’s death. And Tony finds it hilarious. Word Count: 4749

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Title: Spin Me Out Collaborator: 27dragons Card Number: 4027 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - AU: Sci-Fi/Futuristic Ship: WinterIron Rating: G Major Tags: AU: Sci-Fi, space opera Summary: Tony keeps his head down, working on the ships that come through the station, trading on the grey market, listening to the gossip, and quietly planning to reclaim the technology that was stolen from him years ago. His chance may finally have arrived, but is immediately complicated by Winter, an impossible fugitive from a galactic empire that controls its people with forbidden Old Tech. Word Count: 1391

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Title: Secret Identities and Super-dads Collaborator: Khentkawes Card Number: 4091 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - Futurefic Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Minor violence, post-Avengers Endgame, not Avengers Endgame Compliant, BAMF Tony, BAMF Pepper, Rescue!Pepper, not-dead Tony Stark, Morgan Stark, family, attempted kidnapping Summary: When armed men attack an elementary school in New York, attempting to kidnap eight-year-old Morgan Stark, no one expects that “Roger the chauffeur” will be the one to take out the bad guys—with some backup from Morgan Stark herself and a very pissed off Pepper Potts. The public have believed Tony was dead for the past four years, and Tony never expected his big secret would get out like this. He didn’t mean to blow his cover as “Roger the chauffeur.” But when people try to mess with his family, they get what’s coming to them. Word Count: 6104

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Title: Celebration Collaborator: Ducky Card Number: 4013 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Victorious Ship: IronFalcon Rating: Gen Major Tags: Paintball, First Dates, Fluff Summary: After a victorious paintball exercise, Tony and Sam celebrate on their first date Word Count: 835

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Title: A Look Into the Mind Collaborator: Ducky Card Number: 4013 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Sent to a Different Dimension Ship: ThunderIron, one-sided Amora/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Dimension Summary: Thor and Tony are sent to the Enchantress’s consciousness. Word Count: 323

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Title: The Stars May Not Accept Us Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 4007 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Hot Water Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Non-Powered AU, Space AU, amputee!Bucky, fade to black smut, Summary: People come and people go -- that’s the way a spaceport works. Especially one out on the edge of known space; some stay a few hours, some a few years, but everyone moves on eventually. Bucky knew that going in, but he fell hard anyways. Word Count: 2790

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Title: Visions, Not Reality Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Nick Fury Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: Tony's conversation with Fury at Barton's Farm leaves him second guessing his relationship with Steve - which no one was supposed to know about. Word Count: 1915

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Title: What, Like It’s Hard Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Movie Retelling Ship: Stony Rating: M Major Tags: Omegaverse, Asshole Ty Stone, Even more of an asshole Stane (in future chapters) Summary: Omega Tony Stark has it all, until his alpha boyfriend breaks his heart. In an effort to win him back, he follows the alpha of his dreams to Harvard Law School, where he discovers there might be more to being the first omega at the prestigious school. He also meets another alpha that might just make him forget the one he drove across the country for. Word Count: 1629

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Title: You Should Date My Boyfriend Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Sharon Carter/Agent 13 Ship: Stony, Sharon/Steve Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: Sharon makes sure Tony knows her boyfriend might be interested in someone else. Word Count: 1090

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Title: Heart jewel Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - Sucker Bet Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: Magical Jewels, Ravens Summary: Loosely based on the Cornelius Sigan episode of BBC Merlin. Word Count: 100

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Title: The Persistence of Memory Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - Art Format: Cubist/Surreal Ship: none, implied past Stony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Reincarnation, Grief Summary: Stephen Grant, art student and docent at the Smithsonian is doing the last of his rounds, when he meets a wealthy gentleman who looks very familiar. Word Count: 300

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Title: Would Robot Eyes Rust if They Cried? - Chapter 6 Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan Card Number: 4064 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Ship: Stuckony Rating: E Major Tags: Established Relationship, Sexual Content, Angst, Robot Bodies Summary: Steve tries again with Tony. It doesn't go a whole lot better. Word Count: 2376

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Title: What, Like It’s Hard? Collaborator: JehBeeEh Card Number: 4058 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Evil Exes S4 - First Kiss Ship: Stony Rating: M Major Tags: Omegaverse, Asshole Ty Stone, Even more of an asshole Stane (in future chapters) Summary: Omega Tony Stark has it all, until his alpha boyfriend breaks his heart. In an effort to win him back, he follows the alpha of his dreams to Harvard Law School, where he discovers there might be more to being the first omega at the prestigious school. He also meets another alpha that might just make him forget the one he drove across the country for. Word Count: 20,611

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Title: Short Drabbles - Chapter 5: Hand holding Collaborator: Card Number: 4046 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Holding hands Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: summer heat Summary: Tony enjoys the metal arm keeping it's cool at all times. Word Count: 100

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Title: Daisies on Your Nightstand Collaborator: raslbecket Card Number: 4056 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - showoff Ship: Stony Rating: Mature Major Tags: Rough sex, exhibitionism, choking Summary: Tony Stark's exhibitionist streak rears its head when he's in the middle of rearranging Steve Rogers' guts. Word Count: 1462

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Title: The Eye Of A Spy - Chapter 2: Interlude - How Everything Began Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Card Number: 4004 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: IronFury Rating: Mature Major Tags: IronFury, movie retelling, MIT Era, Mostly Fury Pov Summary: Fury gets his mission. Word Count: 869

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Title: A Fairytale, This Is Not - Chapter 2: All Pieces But No Solved Puzzle Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Card Number: 4004 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - shared trauma Ship: WinterIron, Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Morgana, Merlin/Gwaine Rating: Mature Major Tags: Reincarnation, dreams, visions, canon typical violence, ok Howard, kidnapping, (HYDRA in later chapters), team as family, trauma Summary: Tony makes some friends, is being betrayed, and keeps dreaming of a man named Merlin, who apparently has magic and that fact isn't known to his friends until he tells the black-haired woman about it. Somehow everything works out ok for them all though. Word Count: 3584

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Title: Five Tuesdays and a Wednesday Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 4090 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Fortune Telling Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Time Loop, Groundhog Day, Coffee Addict Tony Stark, 5+1 Things Summary: Bucky is stuck in a Groundhog Day loop. He has many things to achieve, to make right, to try and end the loop - but top of his list is saving Tony from the dreadful fate of terrible morning coffee. Tony appreciates his efforts. Word Count: 2820

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Title: body getting tense (nothing like the others) Collaborator: starksnack Card Number: 4073 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K5 - Dressing Room Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: None Summary: Steve and Tony steal a quick moment in their dressing room before their next shoot. Word Count: 1000

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Title: Half of Love’s Duet Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 4056 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Height Difference Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Threesome, Age Difference, Art Summary: A glimpse of college student Tony and his married professors, Steve and Bucky. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Clint Gets A (New) Job Collaborator: celtic Card Number: 4035 Link: AO3 Square Filled : T1 - Occupational Hazard Ship: Tony Stark & Clint Barton & Bucky Barnes Rating: Gen Major Tags: Modern Day AU, No Superpowers, Mild Angst, Canon Character Death Summary: Stane Industries has taken over Trickshot Incorporated, which means Clint is out of a job. Until he meets a third player, the man who will build Stark Enterprises with what remains of his father’s legacy. Word Count: 4236

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Title: Girl’s Night Collaborator: celtic Card Number: 4035 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Darcy Lewis Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: None Summary: Tony and Pepper need a babysitter for Morgan for date night. Word Count: 1635

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Title: Double, Double, Toil and Trouble, Evil Clones Are Such a Struggle - Chapter 2 Collaborator: Cinna Card Number: 4060 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Ship: Tony/Bucky/Winter Rating: Teen Major Tags: Selfcest (Bucky/Winter) Summary: When taking down a Hydra base, you should probably avoid touching anything weird-looking and potentially magical. (Or, Bucky and Winter both have the hots for Tony, and a newly-embodied Winter decides to finally do something about it.) Word Count: 2695

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Title: No Pets Allowed - Chapter 4 Collaborator: Cinna Card Number: 4060 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Team Bonding Ship: background Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: Minor warning for non-graphic mention of off-screen animal death. Summary: Tony Stark is not a cat person. (this is a lie.) Word Count: 894

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Title: Trouble with a Capital T (And That Stands for “Tiny”) Collaborator: Cinna Card Number: 4060 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Precognition K5 - Deaged (Tony) Ship: background Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: featuring Actual Good Dad Howard (not really a warning, but you should probably be aware or you might be confused ) Summary: Tony gets de-aged by magical fuckery, and five-year-old Tony and gets to meet his future self, in AI form. AI Tony thinks this is a hoot. Everyone else is less convinced. Word Count: 19082

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Title: Six Months Earlier - Chapter 7 Collaborator: Cinna Card Number: 4060 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Canon: Armoured Adventures Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: Grief, Medical Trauma Summary: Tony recovers from the plane crash that damaged his heart and took his father from him, and struggles to come to terms with the aftermath. Word Count: 1044

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echoegyptianheritage-blog · 5 years

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Day 19 - 23 August 2019 (KHD)

REFLECTIONS

Dear All,

Day off today! The shock of not being awoken at 4 by the muezzin, at 445 by Joris clambering out of bed, and at 5 by my own rather feeble phone alarm was a luxury I can’t express! The sore head caused by a fusion of clonking myself on the bonce yesterday along with the tiny (yes it was really tiny!) whisky that Marius produced made me a slow starter…but it was nice to walk out on the terrace and survey my kingdom unlike the usual shamble out of the door, swearing under my breath, that typically takes place at 545 each day.

Our house is rather grand in terms of the village in general, being made of real bricks and tile, with a boundary wall, trees and an outhouse where the displaced family who own the house are currently staying. It stands on the edge of a dust road, on the other side of which is a tiny tributary of the Nile that wanders innocently across the plain, seemingly unaware that it is responsible for watering the Delta that supported the glory of Egypt’s heyday and even now feeds the nation without raising a sweat. You wouldn't know it to look at it – it’s frankly green and has rather desperate looking fish floundering about in it, but pour this onto a sandy field and it’s ten feet high in crops in minutes. It’s really extraordinary.

The village itself is brown and grey mudbrick, with drifts of rubbish blowing over the dust, punctuated by goats, skeletal cows and mangy cats that look at you with insolent yellow eyes before melting away into the shadows if you get too close. Everyone knows us, from the old man who sits at the site of the road – I swear so he can say good morning to us as we plod off to work – to the industrious mothers carrying loads on their heads, to the dozens of children scampering off to school with huge rucksacks, pausing to shyly say hello to us and play with Tish’s braids, which they find fascinating. The posher houses are painted white, which makes the bloody handprints placed on them during Eid stand out all the more clearly, dry trickles of blood running down the gateposts. From the size of them I’d say that they were made by children.

The village bakes during the day, is dull and lifeless, the chinks of darkness at the doors betraying the family lurking inside with fans, sweltering in the midday sun, yet when evening comes the houses spring into a variety of reds, oranges and yellows, as they do in the morning when they have been washed clean by night time dew. It’s a decidedly odd, and yet magical place to work. Once we have done about four hours’ work or so at around tennish, a cry of ‘fatour’ (breakfast) goes up and we are ushered under the trees that front onto the dig hut (really a house) where two rickety tables have been set up. Sometimes we don't even bother with that, and we all throw ourselves down on a massive rug. The Egyptian women primly remove themselves to under their own tree, and are fed remotely by boys scuttling to and fro, whereas the Brits and the Egyptian men don’t stand on ceremony and pitch into the food: taamiya (felafel), fuul (beans), gibneh (cheese – both white and oddly flavoured pseudo-Edam), tomatem (guess!), basel (onions) pickles, hardboiled eggs and of course aysh – life, which is also the word for bread. On special occasions we may have a tin of tuna, or some olives. After the meal we sit under the trees while Ahmed and Mohammed take care of the tea, served in tiny glasses with tooth-janglingly large amounts of sugar, which you have to hold with great care to avoid burning your fingers, and make approving slurping noises as you drink it. You might get basbusa (little sugar cakes) as well, if Joris and the budget approve it. Then I rouse the minions before they get drowsy, and head back out into the glare of the sun for round two.

People ask me what it’s like, perhaps fondly imagining pink gins by the Nile as fellahin bring you intact pots and mummy masks…or maybe running from a giant stone ball as you escape the temple you have just robbed. Well…it’s not as Poirot or Spielberg would have you believe. The work is hard – it stretches you, because you have to dig in weird positions that I have christened digasthenics – kneeling, or on your side, or on your stomach, or hanging down into pits until the blood thunders in your ears, twisting and wriggling about because your back hurts, and your bum has gone numb, and your knees ache, and the sun burns you, and you get so hot you can’t think straight. Simple tasks like measuring and drawing become rather onerous and you find yourself making daft mistakes. The glare off the sand hurts your eyes, but your shades keep sliding off your nose in your ludicrous position so you take them off and so you end up squinting, and probably wrinkly. You’re wearing factor 50 sunscreen and it washed off in about ten minutes. You have a hat and a scarf on…except for me, who wears shorts and flip-flops against stern advice to the contrary. You remember that not only are you doing this for nothing, but you’re actually paying for the privilege. You also remind yourself of the fact that you’re a university academic, with a hundred papers to mark and theses to review and books to publish, and that when you do so you will get the same wage as an entry level McDonalds employee, if you’re lucky. You remind yourself that you’ve been doing this for 25 years. You start to question your sanity. You fantasise about air conditioning and swimming pools and long, cold drinks full of ice cubes, frosted with a million tiny droplets of condensation. You drink water by the gallon and it doesn't seem to make any difference as you’re still hot and thirsty and you’re just about to call for a taxi to take you to the airport and suddenly under your trowel appears something that hasn’t seen light of day for five thousand years. Silent bony fingers curled around each other, cradling the skull, the knees pulled up into the ribs so that – what? – the person could be born again in the next life? If you’re lucky they’re accompanied by food and goods for the afterlife as well, an immortal picnic of ceramic vessels or bones, and they were dressed in finery that is long gone but is whispered at by the laboriously produced beads and pendants made from obsidian, agate and carnelian, with which they adorned their necks, heads and wrists. You lie there, with a sudden and silent audience standing behind you, scratching away with your bamboo skewer as the body is uncovered inch by laborious inch, stained by time and elements in their long sleep underground, coming back to light of day from a time beyond imagining…and you are the first living human being to see them. Ever. When I was 18 I did this for the first time, and it seemed to me then – as, to be honest, it still seems to me now – to be a moment of absolute magic. Everything does stand still, just for a second, as you contemplate what it is, and what it means – it really puts you in your place. Or you could be back in England, having a £4 latte, plodding along under an umbrella in the freezing rain, the sky like thunder, about to have a seven pound sandwich for lunch before spending twelve quid on tubes and buses that rattle through dreary suburbs for an hour. And you thank God that you chose archaeology.

LSO

#reflections on archaeology #archaeology #Egyptian archaeology #archaeologist's life #Egyptology #digging for a living #predynastic Egypt #Nile Delta archaeology #Wadi Tumilat #Dr. Lawrence S Owens

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shamansantics · 7 years

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Thinking like 250-350 words, the concept of weather specific clothing in the Space Australia context. Just as a blunt example I live in Canada. I wear a hoodie, fleece gloves (one finger is missing), heavy leather boots that grip on ice. As well as a face mask and bandana the only human parts of me visible are my eyes one finger and a little bit of my throat. I look like the the freaking boogie man in the darkness. So I was thinking if aliens could survive our environment, what would they think?

My thanks to Anon for the prompt that led to this short story! Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy having been the unwitting victim of my playing dress-up with you! Mwahaha! >:D

Human history is a lush and diverse one. It’s young days were full of bloodshed, the hostile environment of Earth and the difficulty early humans had in meeting their needs due to natural or artificial (usually artificial) resource scarcity making war commonplace. But, as humans say, necessity is the mother of invention. This is why by the 23rd century, humanity’s technological progress had frown in leaps and bounds and almost all areas of human innovation was radically different from what people in the Antiquity had known.

Almost all areas.

Strangely, in some domains, humans seemed to have a blind spot that made technological progress impossible. These fields were few and usually went unremarked… that is, until humanity made its first forays into the greater galactic community, and its idiosyncrasies became fuel for mockery.

“I’m almost ready! Hold up!”

Hopping on one foot, Nonnie finishedpulling on his heavy leather boot. With thick soles that were speciallydesigned to grip onto whatever ice might dare to cross his path, he felt readyto face the great outdoors in his quest for snacks. Warm leggings under astylish heat-recycling winter skirt, a thick sweater and a large hoodie as wellas a face mask and bandana completed the ensemble. The only pieces of skinvisible were a sliver of throat, and one finger due to a hole in Nonnie’s nonethelessfavourite pair of fleece gloves.

Selqueth wriggled her antenna inexasperation. “I mreek don’t see whyyou mrak felt the need to make me mreek wait while you mrak changed your mrak clothes when what you mrakwere wearing before was just fine and clean. We gaszgooz are only going down the street for pizza and sour-boiledlambar worms.”

Nonnie laughed as he made his way tothe door where Selqueth had been waiting for the past 10 minutes as he dashedthrough the hive they shared looking for appropriate start-of-winter wear.

“I know you don’t get” – Selquethinterrupted with an offended flail, to which Nonnie responded with an eyerolland a teasing insult.

“Fussy! Just because I don’t use theproper deferentials doesn’t mean I’m propositioningyou. We’ve gaszgooz been overthis Selqueth… Humans don’t assume whomever tishtoshwe’re mreekoth talking to is down tofuck just because no one saaalexplicitely said otherwise. And even if we mreekothdid, we mreekoth still wouldn’tpounce on unsuspecting people tishtoshand start doing the do. There’s a time and a place. And even if there WEREN’T,I’m mreek really fucking gay,Selqueth. No offense against you mrak becauseyou’re mrak fine as hell and all, butI’m mreek only sexually attracted toother humans tishtosh. We gaszgooz will never ever need to have aduel to the castration in response to a misunderstanding because I mreek am never ever going to try to get it on with you mrak, ever, even if I mreek don’texplicitely state this, and I mreekknow you’re mrak professionallycelibate. Everyone saalmoth knows becauseyou mrak are dyed purple and only atrump saal would try to propositionyou MRAK. Can we just go now? I’mstarving!”

“It’s still rude!” Selquethinsisted, but nonetheless opened the door and led the way to the restaurant theduo preferred, allowing Nonnie to close it behind him. “You mrak sound like a savage! It’s a wonderhumans tishtosh managed to evolveenough to make it off planet if they tishtoshnever bothered putting into place proper protocols to ensure consensualcongress took place. I mreek stilldon’t understand how you mrak can be certainthere won’t be issues. My mreek peoplealmost faced extinction and we mreekoth wouldn’tstill be around if the consent pronouns hadn’t been invented and made mandatoryfor all Samzin mreekoth threegenerations ago. Did I mreek evertell you that my mreek mreek clutch-mothertish had ninety-six siblings tish andall but two of them tish and her tish were castrated in duels?”

Nonnie blinked and picked up thepace to keep up with Selqueth’s long strides. “I actually didn’t know that.Wow. I… That’s intense. No wonder you’re so fervent about proper pronoun usage.I thought you were just a grammar nerd.”

Selqueth arched her antennabackwards solemnly. “I mreek am. Butmore than that, I mreek am a historybuff and I mreek could go on forhours about why the consent pronouns are the single most important linguistic,political, cultural and social invention of all of Samzin mreekoth history.”

The two friends walked in silencefor several paces. It’s only a few meters away from the door of the XhampionFusion restaurant that Selqueth remembered her original question and asked itagain. “You mrak never told me mreek why you mrak decided to change your mrakclothes.”

“Oh right! Well, it’s nothing mysterious.Unlike you, I’m not impervious to the cold. When the weather starts gettinglike this, I have to wear thicker clothes and more layers if I want to go outbecause otherwise, I’ll fall prey to the cold, get hypothermia, and die. Ifprehistoric humans hadn’t invented fire, we’d have gone extinct because humansare actually ridiculously fragile when it comes to dealing with cold. None ofthe other galactically recognized sophonts have this problem, as far as I’venoticed. I guess it’s just a human thi… why are you looking at me like that?”

Selqueth had stopped walking,turning to focus all six of her forward-facing eyes onto Nonnie’s, and was makinga buzz of incredulous disbelief. “I’m mreeknot impervious to cold, Nonnie mrak”,she said.

“You’re not? I’ve never seen you seeso much as a scarf even when we got that freak blizzard three years ago during end-of-winter.How are you not freezing to death right now!?”

Selqueth began chittering loudly, andwaggled her antenna in Nonnie’s direction. Passersby turned curiously,wondering why a Samzim was pointing and laughing so loudly at an increasinglyflustered human.

“I don’t get it! What’s the joke?What’s so funny!”

Selqueth gasped. “You mrak wear more clothes to stay warm! That’s ridiculous! What do you mrak do when it rains? Run?Stay inside?” The chittering was devolving into buzzing now.

“No! We use umbrellas! Not that itever rains on this colony. But if it did, we’d use umbrellas. And some peoplewear raincoats, and rainboots too, I guess.”

Selqueth began stomping hopping inamused glee. “Raincoat. Rainboots. Howhilarious! What is an ‘umbrella’? Is it some kind of anti-rain scarf?”

Nonnie sulked and crossed his arms. “Ifyou’re going to mock me I don’t think I’ll tell you”, he said with a haughtysniff and vaulted back to the restaurant, cheeks beginning to flush under hisbalaclava.

“No, no! I mreek want to know! I mreekwon’t laugh anymore! Promise! Tell me mreekplease. What is an ‘umbrella’ and how does it help you with rain?” Selqueth walkedpast Nonnie so the restaurant’s motion sensors would register her first, andthen waved her friend in politely, trying to show off her good will with theminor act she knew humans interpreted as a courtesy.

Nonnie pulled up besides their usualtable, sat down, pulled off his face mask and squinted at her suspisciously. “Anumbrella is a thing people use to keep the rain off of them. It’s shaped like aninverted blow and held up on a stick. It’s wide enough to cover a human’s headand shoulders. We hold it above our heads so the rain doesn’t fall on us.”

“Does the wind stop blowing when itrains on your planet? How do you prevent rain from coming at you sideways?”

“Ah… yes it does. And… we don’t.Umbrellas are pretty inefficient actually. You get wet anyways usually… But atleast your head stays dry I guess. We haven’t really found anything better.Besides raincoats, hats and boots. But those are so tacky no one besides veryyoung children are willing to be caught dead wearing those things.”

Selqueth looked at Nonnie solemnly. “Howlong ago were ‘umbrellas’ invented, Nonnie mrak?”

“Um… I don’t know. A few millenia? Idon’t think anyone knows, to be honest. Humans have pretty much always usedumbrellas.”

“And in all that time… Not a singlehuman tishtosh invented somethingbetter?”

“I…”, and he stopped, wordless. “Actually…um… well, no? I mean… it’s an umbrella.How are you going to improve on that?”

“I’m mreek afraid that I’m mreek goingto have to break my mreek promise andlaugh at you mrak now.” And withthose words, Selqueth began buzzing obnoxiously, antenna waggling furiously atthe fuming human. “Umbrellas!” she gasped. “Bowls on sticks!” she chittered. “Warmerclothes!” she buzzed. “For millenia!”

“Well what do you do then when you get cold, since apparently you’re notimpervious! What’s your better system?”Nonnie snapped, annoyed.

Selqueth laughed for a few momentsmore before managing to calm herself down.

“Like every single sophont tishtosh except, apparently, humans tishtosh, I mreek use a personal envirothermic regulator.” She waved at the discreetpink tattoo on the underside of her left upper limb that Nonnie had alwaysthought was some kind of tattoo.

“It’s a small chip people tishtosh get implanted starting at aboutthe cost of a big bowl of flava juice. It creates an energy field right above theskin that automatically reacts to varying environments to keep the thermalstate at optimal levels so that neither heat nor cold causes any problems. Italso automatically dries any water that comes into contact with the wearer tishtosh unless they tishtosh change the settings so thatthey tishtosh don’t get wet when itrains. If you mrak had one, you mrak could jump into a volcano, swim tothe other side and be fine. Every single species tishtosh except, apparently, humans tishtosh had their own version centuries before ever achievingspace flight. It’s said that the next model will be strong enough to withstandup to half an hour of hard vacuum, so that people tishtosh won’t need to wear evac suits for quick repair trips outsideof their spaceships anymore. How could you mraknot have heard of this? Everyone has one!”

Nonnie’s eyes widened and his mouthdropped open in horror. He looked around him, for the first time noticing thatindeed, just about every single person that he could see in the room had thatsame small pink tattoo somewhere on their person. And no one was wearing anything that could even remotely be construedappropriate winter wear. No one… except him.

He shut his mouth. Opened it again.Coughed embarrassedly.

“How much did you say these gadgetscost?” he muttered, “and where can I get one?”

Nonnie unzipped his hoodie, took offhis gloves, and blushed furiously.

Selqueth chittered.

“May I take your order?” their waiter asked, coming upto the them, gossamer scarf elegantly fluttering down to rest delicately on acorner of the table top.

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The Moon goddess' Trial: Part one.

Summary: Steven and Connie receive a package, while the Gems return from a mission

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The mornings at the Beach House aren't much different from any other household.

Every morning, when the Gems are out, Steven or Connie (usually the former) wakes up before the other to make some breakfast that the two of them could share before splitting up the chores of the house. Then they read a book, watch TV, play a video game or do some activity like that before heading out to town so they could do stuff outside until the evening.

This morning however wasn’t usual at all.

Connie woke up in the safety of her bedroom, a spacey and well lit hidden room beneath Steven's loft, to the familiar smell of waffled egg sandwiches invading her nostrils.

As she opened her eyes, Connie perceived the blurry figure of the invention that she and Steven had created when they got stuck in a snowstorm in Mr. Universe's van a year ago. Next to it was something that seemed to be a glass of orange juice.

The girl fumbled for her red-framed glasses and placed them over the bridge of her nose, clearing the permanent fog that blurred her vision as she saw the lukewarm sandwich sitting on a small plate next to the glass and a note that read: Good Morning!!♥

With a fond smile adorning her face, Connie made a mental note to thank Steven before getting out of bed to eat the lukewarm breakfast and get cleaned up.

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After making up her bed and getting dressed, Connie opened up the sliding door that led to the house's living room. She found that Steven had already finished with the chores and was nowhere to be found.

“Steven?” The girl asked at the empty house “Are you there?”

When she didn't find an answer, Connie suddenly remembered that the package she helped him order a month ago was finally arriving to the house that day. She assumed that Steven must be waiting for the mailman next to the temple's mailbox.

After washing up her dishes, Connie walked out on to the house's deck to look for Steven. Sure enough, she could hear his voice from the direction of the temple's mailbox. She could see him sitting next to it, intently watched the side of the beach from where the postman would appear with his package.

The girl walked down the stairs, Listening to Steven's innocent melody mixed with the soothing crash of the waves on the shore and the occasional caw of the seagulls that flew above the peninsula's sky as she approached him.

Once she was close to him, Steven turned around upon listening to her footsteps on the sand.

“Connie!” He called her name excitedly. “You up already?”

“You helped a bit with that breakfast you made.” She said with a smile that mirrored Steven's.

A brief silence fell between them as Connie sat down next to Steven before speaking up again.

“Soo… What are you doing here?”

“Remember the package we ordered online a week ago?” He explained with stars shining in his eyes. “Well, it's supposed to arrive today!”

“And you decided to wait for the mailman by the mailbox?” She asked with a small grin, already knowing the answer to the question.

“Yup. I saw it in a cartoon once!” He said cheerfully.

The whole scenario was so cute that Connie could barely keep her squeals under control. It turned out that Steven had never received any piece of mail in his life, not even a mis-received magazine subscription or junk mail. This was the first time he experienced the way the postal service worked, so it was natural for him to be as excited as he was.

“Oh! There he is!” Steven said as a member of the postal service appeared on his field of vision.

The worker was a young, tall man who was wearing the standard uniform of the Delmarva post office, a light blue shirt, a pair of khaki shorts and a hat. He carried a bag filled to the brim with letters and packages wrapped in brown paper. An ID tag with his photo and the name “Jamie B.” was hanging from the man's neck.

The man approached the mailbox and the two children next to it absentmindedly. He was distracted by the sheer beauty of the ruined statue that was the temple's facade. His gaping mouth gave away that he had never approached to the temple in his life.

“Good Morning!” The waiting boy said, startling the distraught mailman who nearly jumped and spilled the contents of his bag.

“G-G-Good Morning!” He said flustered as he regained his balance.

“First time around here?” Connie asked.

“Y-Yeah….” The office worker said nervously. “I heard rumors about this giant stone lady at the end of the peninsula, but I never thought it was actually real…”

“Yeah, the sight is breathtaking the first time.” The girl reassured Jamie.

He stared at the carved out cliff until realization hit him.

“Oh right!” He said before taking a squared package from his bag. “I have some delivery for, uh…” He placed the package under his left armpit and took a small electronic terminal from his belt. “Universe, comma, Steven?”

“I am Universe, comma, Steven!” The young boy said as he sprung up from his seat.

“Great!” Jamie said as he offered Steven his terminal. “Can you please sign up here?”

“Sure!” The boy said before writing his name on the touchscreen of the device with a small star at the end before giving it back.

“Thanks!” The man said as he took the device and handed over the package with the boy's name. “Here you go!”

“So… Jamie,” Connie said, trying to create a conversation. “How come you've never seen the temple?

“Oh, I guess that I was too busy on auditions to actually visit it.” He answered.

“Oh my gosh!” A starry eyed Steven said. “You’re an actor?!”

“Kinda…” Jamie said sheepishly. “When I was in highschool, I starred as Hamlet in a play and the director told me that I was the most talented kid he had met. The fact that he was the PE teacher had nothing to do with that of course.”

The pair of children let out a small chuckle before he continued.

“The words she told me inspired me to follow my current dream of star the most prestigious plays of Empire city's Broadroad.” He kept telling them his story before Connie interrupted him.

“Why are you working as a mailman, then?” She asked.

“I, uh…” Jamie broke a sweat as his cheeks flared up. “You’ll see, you can't pay rent if you don't have money, and being an actor without a role doesn't actually pay at all. So… I took the mailman's job so I could afford food.”

He let out a nervous chuckle.

“Anyways, I must go back to work.” He said. “That anti-theft alarm isn't going to buy itself…”

“An alarm?” The two children said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah... I believe that some prankster has been breaking into my house at night just to move the tennis gear my mom gave me on my birthday…” He explained them. “Anyways. Have a nice day on my behalf.”

“Sure!” Steven said smiling before the young mailman decided to return to his duty.

Once Jamie had disappeared from their sight, a beaming Steven said something to Connie:

“Do you wanna make an unboxing video of this baby?”

“You know I do.” Connie said mischievously.

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The warp pad inside the house lit up as Pearl and Amethyst materialized in the middle of the light beam, each one carrying something with them: Pearl cradled a small statuette between her spindly arms while the small quartz balanced a small pile of recipients filled with Aqua-Mexican delicacies in one hand and a giant bird egg on the other.

“I can't believe that you insisted on bringing that thing with us.” An annoyed Pearl said as she stepped off the pad.

“Hey, you were the one who said that we needed to restock the fridge before the next mission.” Amethyst said smugly as she carefully walked into the kitchen, making the slim gem scowl.

“You know that I didn't meant it in that way!” Pearl said. “In any case, how are you even going to fit those inside the fridge?”

“Just leave it to me!” The smaller gem said after carefully placing the stack of takeout on the counter while balancing the egg precariously on her hand.

“I’m not cleaning that up.” A frustrated Pearl said as Garnet's temple door opened behind her,the leader of the Crystal Gems emerging from her room, A couple of tennis balls were stuck in her cubic afro.

“Howdy.” The leader addressed her fellow teammates.

“Hey G-squad!” The purple gem said before positioning it between her arms. “You have something in your hair.”

The bigger gem acknowledged her teammate's advice and was quick to pluck the green spheres from her hair.

“Hello, Garnet.” Pearl greeted her friend while Amethyst moved in front of the fridge to open it. “Did you’re special mission went well?”

“I’d like to think it did.” The fusion said, managing to add a smug tone to her usual deadpan. “Which reminds me. Are we ready for the next mission?”

“Everything’s already set, Garnet.” Pearl said. “The only thing that we're missing are the kids.”

And as if on cue, the voices belonging to the younger denizens of the temple could be heard as indistinguishable chatter from outside the wooden walls as they approached their home, drawing a small smirk on Garnet's lips.

“Yup, All set.”

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A New Path of Protection, Part 1

For a moment, she thought that rose petals had fluttered past her face…

A moment before, Tara had found herself at the mercy of an astonishingly powerful sandworm. The Adventurer’s Guild had sent the young astrologian out into the harsh, hot Sagolii Desert of Southern Thanalan to provide aid to some of the Ala Mhigan refugees living in the area; reports of just such a big and terrifying creature in the area had shown up in increasing amount the past few days, and today, it seemed, was the day the monstrosity and those poor refugees had come into conflict. Tara’s heart ached for the Ala Mhigans. Had they not gone through enough? Was stripping them of their homeland, their possessions, their families, not enough? Must they now be robbed of their lives, too? Tara cursed that fate and resolved to heal their wounded, ensuring that they would at least retain that much.

However, the great battle against the sandworm did not unfold as expected. Tara had not intended to engage the beast directly. As an astrologian, she specialized in healing, not single-handedly culling worms twice the size of her own house. The small group of refugees, however, weak from hunger and waning spirits, could not stand up against their aggravated adversary. Alas, the benefic energies of the stars, gracious as they were, could do nothing to help a dead man. Those people she had tried to save had slipped through her sweaty fingers as easily as sand through a sieve. She couldn’t help anyone this day.

Though she found it difficult to focus on the sandworm with all the grief from the demises she had been unable to prevent, Tara continued the fight. She tried her best to heal the lucky few who had been battered, but not broken yet. Even as she attempted, however, the ferocious sandworm tried to strike at her, forcing her to run and try to fight back against it with her feeble malefic spells. She maintained this dance for a short time, but her magic power began to run dry before long. The sandworm was huge, and it’s strength backed up that terrifying visage with cruel deliverance. It came again, and this time, all Tara could do was fall to the sandy ground beside the refugees.

No pain ever came, however. There was a bright flash of red across Tara’s vision. It reminded her of rose petals drifting in the wind. Then, she saw him. A man in a vibrantly-colored red suit, with a big red hat with a feather sticking out. He held a sword in one hand and… some sort of crystal floated above the other, and as he slashed with the sword, rose petals seemed to fly from the blade. Hardly believing her eyes, Tara pondered what he was doing. “Is that magic…?”

As if to confirm her conjecture, the man then jumped back towards her, doing a backflip and sending some sort of beam out of his blade. Then, he connected the crystal floating in his hand to the blade’s hilt and began to hold it like a thaumaturge would a staff before casting spells. Levinbolts, fire, wind, stone, light… He didn’t seem to be a black mage, nor was he a white mage. He seemed to be using both kinds of spells in tandem. Could that have been true?

After a few moments, the lacerations inflicted by the rapier and the damage from the peculiar magic all but destroyed the raging sandworm. As she stared at it’s corpse, Tara shook herself out of her stupor and, still sitting on the ground, began to use her star globe to channel the stars’ aether and heal the men on the ground with what little magic she had left. Their sighs of relief reached her ears, and Tara smiled, but her vision then began to go dark. She collapsed in the sand, covered in grime and sweat, but unharmed.

A few minutes later, Tara awoke. Confusion struck for a moment as she tried to piece together her thoughts once more, but then, as quickly as he had the giant sandworm, the stranger who had saved her cut through her bewilderment. Two black-gloved hands reached for her and gripped her shoulders, lifting her so she sat up again. Tara shook her head and looked at the man in more detail. He was a miqo’te, a Seeker of the Sun, with shoulder-length blond hair, mischievous blue eyes, and light, handsome features. He wore a large red hat that perfectly matched his bright red suit, and he wore black halfgloves and long black boots with some kind of red sigil on their fronts. Tara found herself blushing; her savior was rather good-looking.

“You alright?” His voice was soft, and, despite the capricious glint Tara caught in his eye, concerned. Tara nodded silently in response. “Good,” he said. “Thanks for healing everyone up here. Saved me a bit of extra work.” He stood up to his full height and, without another word, began to walk away.

Tara’s eyes widened and she got onto her feet quickly, yelling a hasty “Wait!” after the strange man. She had to learn about what he had done, his strange magic, this bizarre fusion of white and black. So she stood, and she asked him to wait.

He turned and regarded her once again with his mischievous, disinterested glance. “Huh? What is it?”

Tara swallowed and tried to speak, but the words came out weakly. “U-um… thank you for helping-”

“Those refugees already thanked me,” the man interjected. “I don’t need you to thank me on their behalf.”

“Th-that’s not…!” Tara fought against her fear and shyness as with all her might. She had to know more, she had to. Getting scared now just wouldn’t do. So even as though she stammered and stuttered, she spoke. “U-um… w-what was that you just did? I-I mean… I… I’ve never seen any kind of magical display like yours, nor any kind of weapon like… u-uh… that one…”

The odd mage considered Tara’s words for a moment, silently. Then, he chuckled and tossed his sword in the air. “What, this old thing?” he asked her as the sword fell back down and he caught it easily. “It’s nothing important.”

“B-but…” Tara thought carefully before speaking this time. She wanted to make sure her intentions reached the man clearly. She had to give a voice to the feelings that had begun to bubble in her chest. All her dissatisfied complaints about astromancy’s relation to the concept of fate, a concept the free-thinking young lady despised, echoed in her head. If a chance had come, Tara would have tried to leave it behind, to try a new school of magic she liked more, that fit more with her ideals, but a chance never came… until now. “I… I want to know about it. I-I want to…” She looked at the refugees, who had begun mourning the fallen, those Tara could not save.

“I don’t want to just keep picking people back up after they’ve gotten hurt! What you did, just now, you protected us! You didn’t just fix the damage, you shielded us! And that’s something that can stop death, unlike my magic! S-so, please, please… tell me more!” Tara looked down at the sand and panted, her sudden passionate outburst wearing away at her already strained breaths.

A hand laid itself on her shoulder. With a quiet “Huh!?” Tara looked up at the miqo’te, who had returned to her side. He looked at her for a moment with sharp eyes, considering what she had asked of him.

“You’re really interested in this stuff? You think you want to learn how to fight this way, to battle the tides of destruction and protect people like these ones? That’s what you want?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Tara nodded. “Yes… I think I do.”

Another awkward moment of silence followed, followed by a grin breaking through the man’s face and another chuckle coming from his lips. “Well, if you’re so curious, then… You know, I saw you try to fight back against that monster, too. So I know you’re not lying about wanting to protect people from harm, and I saw your frustration with your situation, too.” He let go of Tara’s shoulder and edged away from her a few feet. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll walk you back to Little Ala Mhigo with the refugees, and I’ll tell you all you want to know about red magic.”

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NOVL Excerpt: The Unlikelies

I spent two months assembling care packages for my friends. It was my way of thanking them for being awesome. Nobody had ever seen such a tight senior class, united by over a decade of friendship and compulsive thrill seeking, and a chemistry my own dysfunctional junior class would never have. The inseparable seniors were about to disband, bound for summer camp jobs and sports clinics and European vacations—and then college.

I wanted to do something special before they left.

The boxes, lined up in neat rows on my window seat, were all the same size and shape. I had scoured the shops and flea markets in town, adding online items that reflected the recipients and what they meant to me. The care packages cost me all my birthday money, but as I tucked in the notes, wrapped each small box with brown paper, and tied it with gold-flecked garden twine, it felt right.

I passed out the boxes at the Night of a Thousand Good-byes, held every year after all the graduation parties and drawn-out family dinners.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sadie,” Ellie said as we sat on the log and she took out the contents of the box: A snowflake-shaped cookie cutter to represent Ellie’s annual cookie exchange. An elephant figurine carved out of a giant nut to represent Ellie’s love of elephants. A miniature bobblehead of our assistant principal to represent her strange crush on Mr. Wilson. I had gotten a little obsessed with the custom bobblehead site.

“I will cherish these,” Ellie said, “like forever.” Ellie only had a few more hours of freedom before her family volunteer trip to Mongolia.

Parker was one of the only ones not leaving right away, but I gave her a care package anyway: A tiny plastic Wonder Woman figurine because Parker was the spitting image of Wonder Woman on Halloween. A box of Thin Mints, her favorite cookie since our Girl Scout days. A temporary tattoo collection to help her finally decide if she wanted a real one.

Parker hugged me so hard I thought I might bleed internally.

The care packages were a big hit. I even made Seth a care package, because he had been a damn good boyfriend while it lasted. I saved his for last, which was probably a mistake, because he was drunk by then and very handsy.

“Sadie Cakes, come here,” he said, pulling me toward him and leaning down to kiss me. Our original breakup had happened via text during spring break, in the middle of his trip to Cabo. We had mutually decided it was impossible to sustain a relationship when he would be spending the summer at his dad’s in Israel, then going to college in North Carolina. But mutual and amicable didn’t mean fast or easy. It was easier to hook up than not hook up. It was easier to go to a movie with Seth than stay home and watch HGTV with Mom. It was easier to go to senior prom together than to mess up the whole plan.

The first breakup never sticks anyway, so it was good we’d started in March.

“Stop, we’re broken up,” I said unconvincingly. “Here, I made you a care package.”

“Aww. You’re the best ex-girlfriend ever.” He laid his hand on the small of my back. I didn’t move away, but I didn’t move any closer to Seth’s lips either.

I was going to miss Seth and all our history and our chair, the chair we sat in at every Shawn Flynn party, the chair in the middle of it all. And I would miss the bonfires and the football games and the movie nights in Seth’s basement. But I had to stay strong.

Seth tore open his box. He took out each item and studied it. A bobblehead of my deceased cat, Lucy, Seth’s favorite pet. A bag of hand-cut potato chips, Seth’s favorite snack. And a printout of the first text Seth ever sent me, Do you like sushi? rolled up in a tiny scroll.

He was quiet.

I hadn’t wanted to get too sentimental. As much as I had loved being Seth’s girlfriend, we both knew there wasn’t enough between us to transcend time and space.

“You suck,” he said, rubbing his eyes. I hadn’t planned to make him cry.

I left him standing there, holding the care package. One last hookup wouldn’t be good for either one of us.

Between the care package distributions and handing out Woody’s Ice Cream hats to everybody, compliments of Dad, who always gave out hats to his graduating customers, I barely talked to Shay. When it was time to go, I pried the fine-tipped Sharpie out of her yearbook-signing hand and waited on the edge of the sob-fest for her drawn-out good-byes.

Shay and I took one last best-friend drive home in Mom’s Prius, which I had basically taken over, forcing Mom to use Grandma Hosseini’s Buick. Shay had to leave for California the next morning to teach at a tennis camp before starting college at Pepperdine. I dug into a bag of tortilla chips and listened to Shay go over her packing checklist one more time.

“Should I just wait until I get there and see what shoes California people are wearing?”

“Yes. It’s humanly impossible to fit another pair of shoes into that suitcase.” Shay turned to me. “Is this happening?” she said. “Because it feels like a normal night.”

“It is a normal night.” I reached over and squeezed her hand.

Shay was a steaming hotbed of emotion. If she started reminiscing about all the things we’d been through together and how awesome our friendship was, she would blow. I wanted her to remember her graduation night as fun and happy.

We pulled into Shay’s driveway and I turned off the car.

“I have a little something for you,” I said, reaching behind the seat.

“A Sadie care package?”

I grabbed my last Woody hat and set it on her head. Shay adjusted it and said, “I’m going to miss him. If it weren’t for the Woodster, there’d be no Shay and Sadie. Isn’t that crazy to think about?”

When I’d met Shay we had just moved to the East End from Queens and Dad wanted to take me out on the maiden voyage of Woody’s Ice Cream truck. Shay chased us down the street barefoot and, after ordering her Nutty Buddy, promptly invited me to the birthday party she was having that afternoon.

“Should I open it now or wait?” Shay said, taking the care package.

“Open it now.”

She carefully untied the gold-flecked twine and pulled off the paper and the box lid, revealing:

A tin of peppermint drops in honor of the fourteen-act play we’d written, acted, and directed called Peppermint Drop City: The Fairies Take Over.

A berry fusion lip tint and a berry nice lip shimmer (because I always stole hers).

A purple condom (because…college).

A framed photo of Shay and me taken the day we met, when I actually showed up at her tenth birthday party that afternoon.

Twin bobbleheads of Shay and me holding hands. (I had treated myself to a matching set of Bobblehead Shay with the long blond hair and bulging blue eyes and Bobblehead Sadie with the thick wavy black hair and the sharp nose).

“Wow, my bobblehead has a huge rack,” Shay said, running her fingers over the bobblehead’s plastic chest.

“I thought you’d appreciate that.”

“There’s nothing I can say to do justice to this care package, so I’m just going to hug you,” Shay said, leaning over to pull me in. I hugged my best friend and pressed my face into her wild blond mermaid hair. She smelled of the lavender essential oil she rubbed on her temples when she was stressed.

We let go at the same time and said what we said on any normal night.

“Later, Shay-Shay.”

“Later, Sader.”

The next morning I woke at six, still on school time, and reached for my phone to text Shay. It took me a few seconds to remember it was over, that she was probably already on her way to the airport.

I hugged Flopper, my stuffed harp seal, and tried to go back to sleep, but Mom’s kitchen clanging and television sounds put an end to that.

“What are you doing up?” Mom looked up from her perch at the kitchen island, where she sat sipping tea and reading the headlines as the Hamptons forecast blared from the TV above the sink.

“My brain thinks it’s a school day.” I foraged through the fridge. “Can you make pancakes?”

“Chocolate chip?”

I nodded, then sat at the counter, hands folded, waiting for my pancakes.

“What’s on the agenda?” Mom asked, setting a glass of milk in front of me. I stared up at her and then reality set in.

“I have no idea.”

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darkstrangevirgilanxiboi · 7 years

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High School Trends That I Remember Fondly

Okay so let me share with you all some quality high school trends from my days in high school because boy were we a bunch of sass masters These all took place from 2007 -2012 because I went to a weird fusion school that lumped every grade from 7th to 12th together ( that means we had thirteen year olds up to 18-19 year olds in the same school ) Anyway let's go 7th Grade( I was a smol 13 year old) First off there were like 30 kids in each class okay? So.... - Pencils as hair decor ???? Why???? - Swiping needles from Home Ec and sticking them in your finger JUST under the surface of the skin to freak out the teach - Referring to lunch as ' the troph special' -Girls sending guys Valentine's that just said ' U R No Good ' and ' Allen Ur Not In My League ' - Guys sending girls tiny stuffed animals for V Day with cards that said ' I'm Soft For U' and ' Be My Plush One?' - Claiming various things had ' killed our ancestors ' : ' I can't do long division , my thirty seventh great grandfather died doing that' ' No I can't answer that question sir, every male in my family so far has died answering English questions ' ' I'm not allowed to be disciplined , discipline killed my grandma' - Wearing rubber bands as bracelets or rings and the tighter you could get it the cooler you were ???? This kid almost lost a finger by third period I mean ..... -Asking our biology teacher what would happen if insects could speak every class period ' What if wasps could speak but they only spoke Mid-6th Century English ' ' What if spiders all speak Russian' ' Do you think bees know English ' - Pestering our history teacher for the history of the Leaf Village ( I'm sorry Mr. Hoagland ) - Replying ' Deleted' when your name was called ..... I accidentally started this one 8th grade ( I was 14 ) - Rap battles to settle arguments ???? - Yoyo fights. It got intense. -Every white boy in school dressed like a bad Western movie character , cowboy hats and spurs and SO.MUCH.PLAID. - ' The Dew Crew', a gang of boys who drank nothing but Mountain Dew as refreshment , was born and monopolized the school's soda supply of Mountain Dew . All of them made it to adulthood but it is suspected they no longer require sleep and eat only the disdainful glares of women for survival ( at their peak there were 15 of them ) - Intense shouting of someone else's name every time something went wrong ( usually the name Sasuke ) - Pentagrams everywhere ; drawn on any surface we could find unsupervised for a second , started by me doodling in art class and picked up by my squad . The school board thought someone was possessed by the devil it was GREAT.... I NEVER GOT CAUGHT - In Chemistry we watched Finding Nemo about 3 times a week because the teacher was really forgetful and he let us watch it when he forgot his lesson plan , so by the end of the first month that year every kid he taught would call various roundish objects ' the butt' and I was nicknamed' Dory ' by everyone I knew Also the principal was nicknamed' Bruce" -Hardcore Zombie prep planning , there was a gang and everything . The Apoca-Punks are still strong - Disney discourse in English class because our teacher was a huge nerd for Disney and loved nothing more than to watch us argue over which princess would beat Gaston in a fight faster ( Kida won by a landslide but we all agreed Mulan would murder him in five seconds flat ) Also he nicknamed all of us after Disney characters and I was Lilo ( my best friend was Stitch ) - Okay so I brought a bag of chocolate as a treat for the class one week and I was really tired and out of it so when the teacher ( our English teacher Mr . Bagley, who was also the principal) asked me to ' explain the historical properties of chocolate' I got sarcastic and went ' For many years chocolate has been used in medicinal treatments for ailments of all kinds. Perhaps it will even cure the lack of hair on Mr . B's head' ...... For a second it was dead silent and then he laughed and said "Well put , you continue to live up to your nickname, Lilo!" - Shakespeare quotes at inopportune times " Exit, pursued by a bear" " We are in the middle of a test , Austin. " " A rose , by any other name , would smell-" " DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM INDI" - The drama kids dramatically snapping during arguments - Okay so there was this weird loft zone in the second gym( because our school had two , a sucktastic old one from the fifties and a newish one from the eighties ) nobody was supposed to go up there unless they had permission and it was for filming a basketball game ??? But everyone went up there anyway and at least ten couples lost their virginity up there ( what a weird place to do it tho , we kept the wrestling mats up there) I sluffed class a few times and took a nap there And it became a Thing to draw a little baby face on the wall if you lost your V card there -Supergluing coins to stuff???? There's still a dime on someone's locker and it's been like ten years -' Ambrosia' , AKA this super delicious combo of cherry slurpee , Sprite, and orange Fanta that our English teacher made us during parties . He literally made it in these huge plastic bins and just ladeled it out to everyone 9th Grade( I was 15) - The Goth Invasion Everyone who was punk enough wore black ripped jeans and eyeliner and streaked their hair with red and black One kid never left the Goth phase , we love u Scott ( it's cool he was our school's Warren Peace anyway ) - AFTER A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY VIEWING OF SKY HIGH FOR HALLOWEEN MY CLASSMATE SCOTT WAS NICKNAMED WARREN BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL He was really salty about it too , he said " Warren isn't goth he's Punk there's a difference you capitalist Bible thumpers' Scott got 54 Valentine's that year but just shrugged and gave his candy to me and my squad because we were , as he put it ' the only punk crew in class, plus you're all really cute ' He never kept a girlfriend very long but he was the nicest guy you've ever seen ( everyone thought he was gay but just too shy to say it ) Over the years he is consistly hotter , and more unashamedly Goth - My sister arrived in school and was immediately the most popular kid in school and was nicknamed ' Princess ' - My squad got nicknamed ' Squad 7 " due to our obsession with Naruto and other anime , and we each were nicknamed after characters from the show by my friend Indi ( who was named after Indiana Jones, no lie) Melanie was ' Kiba' ( which delighted her because she would marry him in a heartbeat ) Mackenzie was ' Neji' because according to Indi she was the most monologue-y Chandra was ' Hinata' because she was shy but fierce And I, Aubrey , was ' Gaara' because according to Indi :' Your dad is kinda sucky and you've got two siblings . You're sort of the social outcast of school and when you get annoyed enough it's like you've got this terrifying supernatural thing in your eyes , I love it ' I LOVE THAT NICKNAME 10th Grade( I'm 16) - ' Because I'm Batman ' being an answer to every question - Goonies puns - Three girls got pregnant and were called the ' Baby On Board Squad" - Due to this teen pregnancy scandal , my heavily Christian community had our school hold assemblies about how ' Sex will kill you' and how ' every time a teen has Sex Thoughts, an angel cries' ..... There were ' God Is Abstintent ' posters everywhere So naturally we revolted and the drama class put up these fliers reading ' Without Sex, You Wouldn't Be Around . ' ' Satan Loves You and Wants You To Explore Your Perfectly Normal Urges ' ' Sex Won't Kill You- But STD's Could! Use Protection! ' ' Wrap It Before He Taps It And The Angels Won't Be Crying " " Boys Like Girls.Boys Think Of Girls In Sexual Ways. Boys Best Treat Her Right First . Boys Best Be Stepping Up As Baby Daddys If They Tap Dat " And many more golden rebellious posters - Shouting " Go Go Power Rangers " when dealing with a problem and just out of nowhere any kid wearing the appropriate Power Ranger colored shirt would appear So you'd get a guy in red , a guy in blue , a guy in black , a guy in white , a guy in green , a guy in gold , a guy in silver, a girl in pink and a girl in yellow and they'd all pose dramatically and do the Power Rangers moves - Rubber band slingshot warfare using hairpins as ammo - The school dividing into Benders and Non Benders , and the school's most loved outcast was deemed Avatar( I got the honor so my squad was nicknamed accordingly ) - High School Musical was the biggest thing ever because our music teacher WROTE THE SCORES FOR THEM I MEAN....... We all knew every song by heart that year Everyone shipped Chad and Ryan 11th Grade( I was 17 ) -Percy Jackson was huge and everyone wanted a godly parent - Every girl used a dramatic break up song to end things with her man it was GLORIOUS - Taylor Swift was playing on the radio every day - My class finally realized that my friend Courtney and I had the same exact birthday and birth year , and thus introduced us to substitute teachers as ' The Fraternal Twins' Courtney and I are both gonna be 23 on March 20 at 6:40 am - Our history teacher thought my friends and I were in an assassin cult because we were always drawing kunai knives and swords and guns , so he banned kunai drawing????? And it thus became the Cool Thing to graffiti everywhere??? All because I drew one on my ASVAB???? -The sheriff pulled me out of homeroom because I'd been overheard singing P!nk's " Funhouse" and the Secretary thought I was an arsonist because of the line " I'm gonna burn this sucker down " and thus rumors spread like wildfire that I'd: ~ Murdered someone ~ Witnessed a crime ~ Started a gang war ~ Shot a cop ~ Robbed the one gas station in town ~ Insulted the sheriff's daughter by not inviting her to my birthday party so he was here to bribe me to do so ~ Stolen the sheriff's prized collection of horse paintings 12th Grade ( I was 18 ) - Posters everywhere about the world ending ( it was 2012) - Harry Potter mania - John Lennon Memes???? No really on the anniversary of his death the school was flooded with posters of him everywhere saying " In Loving Memory Of A Dreamer " and the radio only played his music and the drama class went around stating facts about his death it was surreal and I was part of it

#high school #truth #funny

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years

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Spawning directly into your inbox, is this week’s talentswapped Myth. It’s Myth, former Ultimate Gamer. Or as the MMO circle calls her, [ATHENA] the Guardian.

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Being born with both scoliosis and a weak constitution, Myth spent most of her childhood bedridden and homeschooled. In order to entertain their daughter, Myth’s parents decided to gift her with their hand-me-down video game consoles and cartridges, and she managed to beat every single one of those console games with ease, breaking gaming records and forcing her parents to search online for some more games. Eventually, when Myth got her first laptop in her early teen years, she rose to the top of the MMORPG ranks, particularly with the famous MMORPG “Mythology and Mightiness” as [ATHENA] the Guardian. Myth was later accepting into Hope’s Peak for her skills and money earned in gaming competitions, but Myth doesn’t really attend much. Nowadays, Myth is trying her best to come out of her shell and socialize. Let’s just say that Myth encountered some eccentric colorful personalities, both in Mythology and Mightiness and the game’s group chat.

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RELATIONSHIPS

(Note: Because Myth’s never met any of them face to face, this section would only describe the clothes of their online persona.)

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Photographer, aka. [SNAPSHOT] the Grenadier

When ATHENA first joined the servers of Mythology and Mightiness, SNAPSHOT‘s party was the first party that accepted her. Even when the party disbanded later on, ATHENA and SNAPSHOT made quite the dynamic duo, with SNAPSHOT on offense and ATHENA on defense. Whenever SNAPSHOT gets a bit too reckless and goes off to fight bigger foes, ATHENA will always jump in front of Wyre and tank the damage. ATHENA would be lying if she said she didn’t have a slight online crush on SNAPSHOT. SNAPSHOT regularly shares the pictures she took around the world in the game’s group chat, much to IRL!Myth’s envy.

In-Game Outfit: Black vest over a tanned shirt with spiked shoulderpads, black fingerless gloves and matching polish, a camo-colored cannon strapped to her side.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Lucky Student, aka. [KUROBA] the Sorcerer

Myth first encountered KUROBA in the dark and spooky woods that are full of high level enemies. KUROBA then started spamming the messaging boards with dramatic monologues that would be right at home in a shonen anime. KUROBA refers to herself as “The Supreme High Sorceress” and refers to others by equally grandiose titles. It turns out later that she turns the dramatic theatrics off if one of her allies is in danger, being almost like a mother to her allies. ATHENA noticed that KUROBA has spectacularly bad luck when it comes to combat, and she often has to jump in to save her bacon, much to the sorcerer‘s dismay.

In-Game Outfit: A black hooded cape that is held by a green clover amulet, black face mask, sharp black eyeshadow, black fingerless gloves, black vest over a red shirt, torn black pants, black spiked boots.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Mechanic, aka. [TECHNO] the Grenadier

Similar to KUROBA, TECHNO displays parental instincts beyond his age, constantly fretting over his teammates and offers support in times of need. If he sees a foe picking on one of his lower level friends/children, he will not hesitate to blast the foe from a distance. ATHENA and TECHNO bond over their love for technology and dad jokes, constantly exchanging each other some of their best jokes, much to the dismay of certain pun-hating people in the group chat. However, TECHNO seems to be be naive when it comes to modern internet culture and ATHENA tries her best to guide him through her meme and Vine references.

In-Game Outfit: Red armor, golden pauldrons, blue gloves with yellow details, a blue cape with an elaborate gear design on the back, brown goggles on his head, dual guns that are the same color as his outfit.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Gymnast, aka. [ROBBIN] the Thief

ATHENA and ROBBIN really make quite the pair when it comes to combat, with ROBBIN‘s speed and ATHENA’s durability being a nice combination to have. They also get along well in the group chat too, often exchanging memes and meme references, much to the confusion of TECHNO and LILAC. But they have an extra-special kinship that no one else in the group chat knows about. Deep down, they both feel like everyone would be disappointed if they found out about the awkward nerd playing the role of the awesome and confident online character, especially since Fusion II became an athlete to hide her nerdiness in the first place.

In-Game Outfit: A Robin Hood-esque hat, a black vest over a white dress shirt, red cape that covers her lower face, black pants, black heeled boots.

Just Anon, Ultimate Musician, aka. [ANON] the Bard

ANON seems to really have something against ATHENA, or anybody older than him, for that matter, for he always attacks his elder party members with his axe guitar and his dark bard magic. ANON regularly makes a point to brag about how edgy, cool and stoic he is, which seems to imply that he has a massive inferiority complex from being constantly underestimated for his class, which might have some basis in real life. However, she eventually found out that ANON has a real soft spot for people younger/weaker than him, such as MUSCLE and ODORI, and ANON was redeemed in ATHENA’s eyes, much to ANON’s dismay.

In-Game Outfit: Black and red dyed hair, smudged black makeup, a cape that’s black on the outside and red on the inside that his held by a pink bunny clasp, the formal wear from his original design, holds a black and red guitar that is also an axe.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Princess, aka. [LUMINA] the Guardian

When ATHENA first encountered a fellow guardian, she was overjoyed. That joy only skyrocketed when LUMINA was revealed to be Sparkle, the crowned princess of the tropical island known as “Lumina”. Myth feels like she doesn‘t deserve to be graced by the presence of a literal princess. Sparkle claims that she wants to make the most of her time, before she gets promoted to being Lumina’s queen and getting swamped with royal responsibilities. Similar to TECHNO, LUMINA isn’t very skilled in the realm of internet slang and culture due to being foreign, which means that ATHENA and ROBBIN have to teach her about it.

In-Game Outfit: Bulky blue armor and gauntlets covered in gemstones, pauldrons, leggings, cape and boots from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Animal Breeder, aka. [YIN] the Ranger, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Reserve Course Student aka. [YANG] the Ranger

ATHENA regularly encounters this cursed duo in random places around the expansive map, and no matter where they are, the two are always prepared to spam her with cursed comments and images and then stealthily leave, as if nothing even happened, with one of YIN’s feather knives being their trademark calling card. Myth expresses annoyance at the duo for giving her even more nightmares than she already has with their unwarranted comments and presence. At least the two regularly remind their party members to get a good night’s rest, but the nightmarish and cursed comments kind of nullify the whole thing in ATHENA’s eyes.

In-Game Outfit: Egg wears a white hooded cloak with black fluff, over a white vest with a black undershirt, white pants, and saddle shoes, and Wet Sock wears the inverse.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Yakuza, aka. [MUSCLE] the Brawler

Originally from an abusive party, taken advantage of because their passive and gullible nature despite their talent, used purely as dumb muscle and a packmule, ANON quickly saved them from the abuse, and put on an actually helpful team, consisting of himself and ODORI. Upon finding out about MUSCLE’s backstory, ATHENA took pity on the small and probably traumatized child, and wishes for MUSCLE’s previous party to go up in flames or get smite by lightning. Imagine Myth’s surprise when this passive and kind-hearted child turned out to be next in line for one of the biggest yakuza branches in all of the country.

In-Game Outfit: A black vest and a green bandana over a sleeveless white top, wrapped up arms with brass knuckles, black pants and brown steel-toed boots.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Chef, aka. [FLAMBÉ] the Mage

Nerd runs a famous cooking and food critiquing show, in which he is well known for both his temper and his wide range of insults. Imagine the surprise of his fans when they found out that he plays Mythology and Mightiness as FLAMBÉ, the Fire Mage, and happens to be a surprisingly great player. FLAMBÉ would rather not deal with his rabid and simping fanbase and will incinerate the next person with his ultimate attack who even looks in his direction. Usually, the one looking in his direction is ATHENA, who always manages to tank the damage from the fire blast and come back for more.

In-Game Outfit: A brown overcoat, darker brown pants, gold gauntlets and boots, a red cape with fluff that resembles smoke.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Animator, aka. [ROSWELL] the Sorcerer

Now ROSWELL certainly was one enigmatic sorcerer, for he seems to show hostile distrust to just about everybody in this world, particularly when it comes to people on the internet, often accusing them of committing hostile and unspeakable crimes when offline. ATHENA really doesn’t appreciate being accused of doing unspeakable and heinous crimes offline. She is just a bed-ridden sad sack after all. ATHENA only wishes to clear up any and all misunderstandings between her and ROSWELL. To this day, ROSWELL seems to only trust a certain energetic and hyperactive warrior, and will lay his life on the line to protect said warrior.

In-Game Outfit: A purple hooded cloak over copper-colored armor and orange boots and gloves, often carries a staff.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Swordswoman, aka. [TSURUGI] the Warrior

Despite being graceful and unparalleled in real-life swordplay, the same cannot be said for her prowess in video games, for she often requires ROSWELL to teach her the ropes. ATHENA regularly finds herself endeared by this childish, yet well-meaning, warrior, and yearns to take TSURUGI underneath her wing. But ROSWELL just wouldn’t trust his online girlfriend to a possible neckbeard. But TSURUGI trusts ATHENA just fine and views Myth like an older and wiser sister, and they regularly go into an isolated field spar together in order to level grind, much to the fear and paranoia of ROSWELL.

In-Game Outfit: Silver armor with a matching sword in a silver and gold scabbard, a golden headdress with a pink gem in the center.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Traditional Dancer, aka. [ODORI] the Cleric

What ODORI lacks in gracefulness, levels and combat prowess, she makes up for it in healing prowess and sheer optimism and energy, which helps with her dances in both real life and the game. ODORI is an expert motivator, in both the game and the group chat, especially in her special “Baby Squad”, consisting of her, ANON, and MUSCLE. However, ATHENA can’t help but wonder if ODORI’s player is suffering a similar situation to Myth, and her optimism and energy is merely a facade to cover an anxious and scared little girl. In the meantime, ATHENA tries her best to protect this clumsy and lovable cleric.

In-Game Outfit: Hair in a side plait, a blue qipao-esque top with a yellow flower pattern and detached sleeves, brown pants, yellow boots.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Nurse, aka. [LILAC] the Cleric

Often found hiding behind her good friend, TECHNO, LILAC is timid, yet kind-hearted, often not speaking in the game’s group chat. LILAC usually lets TECHNO do the talking for her. The few times she does choose to talk in the group chat, she uses heavily outdated and verbose vocabulary that only a few people are able to translate. Just like TECHNO and KUROBA, LILAC displays caretaker-like qualities, even if she isn’t in the hospital. LILAC is also the only one who knows about Myth‘s various health complications, often giving Myth tips to help make life a little easier to live.

In-Game Outfit: Basically what Elf!Purple wore.

This series takes place within the game as the Anons interact both here, and in the game’s group chat.

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APPEARANCE

Gamer!Myth has long and unkempt brown hair and bags under her eyes, from various sleepless nights. Gamer!Myth wears a Pikachu onesie, black fingerless gloves, black headphones with the X-Box logo on it, and slippers that resemble Piranha Plants.

ATHENA (not pictured) has long and wavy purple hair in a ponytail, and wears pink and silver armor with black gloves and leggings, and what appear to be small angel wings on the back of the armor.

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PERSONALITY

Because of a combination of her isolated upbringing and chronic nightmares, Gamer!Myth is very skittish and extremely withdrawn, and would be considered a NEET if she didn’t attend an online school. Because she builds up a more lovable persona online to compensate for her low self-image in real life, Gamer!Myth fears that people would be disappointed if they were to find out who the person behind ATHENA is. Luckily for her, in recent years, Gamer!Myth is working to become more confident and see the outside world, once her scoliosis and chronic nightmares get cured, one little baby step at a time. —————————————-—————

I hope you like this new talentswap! I based the plot off of ministarfruit’s V3 MMORPG AU, (I‘d happily recommend that you should check this blog out!). Let me know what you think of this talentswap!

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kingswaycountryclub · 6 years

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Tiger Woods wins, thrilling golf world with first victory in five years

This is great for golf we had a very exciting day at Kingsway today! Read the article below!

The outcome of the 2018 Tour Championship was never in doubt on Sunday as Tiger Woods picked up his first victory since 2013 by rolling to a final-round 71 and two-stroke win over Billy Horschel. Woods’ 80th such win was never in doubt during Round 4 at East Lake Golf Club in Atlanta as he entered up three strokes on the field and saw his lead balloon to five early on the afternoon.

Some guys just know how to make an entrance. pic.twitter.com/B0ovFGstG1

— Skratch (@Skratch) September 23, 2018

Though Woods did capture the Tour Championship on Sunday and thrilled the golf fans that swarmed him in the process, it was actually Justin Rose, the No. 1 golfer in the world, who picked up the 2018 FedEx Cup crown and the $10 million that goes with it. Rose birdied the 18th hole to finish tied for fourth at 6 under; if he had finished one stroke further back of Woods, Tiger would have won both trophies in Atlanta.

13th hole. 13 feet. 13-under.@TigerWoods leads by 5 with 5 to play.#LiveUnderPar pic.twitter.com/r5UXx4JXTb

— PGA TOUR (@PGATOUR) September 23, 2018

The Tour Championship may have been over before the final round even started as Woods strutted onto the premises wearing a backwards hat and sleeveless shirt with his biceps popping, It felt inevitable at that point, with Woods having been a perfect 23 for 23 closing out PGA Tour events that he led by 3+ strokes through 54 holes, that he would touch off what had already been an amazing season for him to this point. Make that 24 for 24.

And then he touched it off. It got rolling early at the par-4 first hole where Tiger hit his 160-yard approach shot to 10 feet and walked in the birdie for a four-stroke lead over Rose and Rory McIlroy. The tournament tipped toward Tiger at that moment. Woods, even playing at age 42 after four back surgeries, isn’t going to blow many five-stroke leads with 17 holes to go.

Woods shot a 1-under 34 on the front nine and maintained a five-stroke lead over Rose heading to the back side of the course. It was “How To Protect a Lead 101” from the man who invented the class. Then on the back nine, it was more of the same. Woods pounded fairways and greens and not worrying about shooting a score, only about protecting a trophy. It was as spectacular as it was boring, as nostalgic as it was mundane.

The ultimate dagger came at the par-4 13th where Woods hit his second birdie of the day and went up five over Billy Horschel, who won this event and the FedEx Cup exactly four years ago. It was probably already in the bag at that point, but that one was for good measure. From there Woods faded a bit with sloppy bogeys on two of the final four holes (and a near disaster on the par-3 15th when he nearly hit it in the water), but the lead was big enough that it didn’t matter.

It was the archetype for a Tiger Woods victory. He went out over the first three days in 65-68-65 and played far more defense than the hometown Falcons did on Sunday. There was nothing showy about what Woods did in the final round at East Lake, and there didn’t need to be. A loaded leaderboard fell apart, and Woods cruised into the clubhouse with as easy a win as anyone’s had this season. On one hand, it was astonishing. On the other, it felt like 2008 (or 2004 or 2013 or 2001).

The end result was Woods’ first win since the WGC-Bridgestone Invitational in 2013. That’s 1,876 days, if you’re scoring at home. Woods played in 41 PGA Tour events between that victory and this one. It’s his 80th PGA Tour win overall, which moves him to within two of Sam Snead’s all-time record of 82. It might also be the most meaningful victory of his career.

There are a lot to choose from, of course, and this wasn’t a major or anything close to it. But for what Woods put his body through over the previous five years and how much his game has evolved even just inside of this season, it was certainly as special and unique a win as he’s had in his career.

“Certainly, this is going to be up there as one of my better accomplishments I’ve had [if I win],” Woods told NBC. “Just considering where I’ve been, what I’ve had to dig through and fight through and the amount of help I’ve had to have to get myself to this point. My body was a wreck.”

Woods body was a wreck, no doubt, and a last-ditch spinal fusion surgery in April 2017 seemed like a hopeful salve at best. Thus far it has stuck, though, and Woods leveraged a rejuvenated body and fresh swing into a season I’m not sure anyone could have imagined — Woods himself included — at the start of the year.

It was a season that, for Woods anyway, included some outrageous highs (leading The Open Chammpionship on Sunday, that final putt at the PGA Championship) and fewer of the valleys than he’s experienced in the last five seasons. He’s repeatedly said that just making to East Lake with this final 30 was a victory. Now he’s got an actual win to tuck away and point to as the ultimate capper to what has been a pretty spectacular 2018 for golf, its fans and — most of all — Tiger Woods.

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President Trump has found a new favorite Twitter target. His name is Bruce Ohr, he works in the criminal division of the Justice Department, and though you may never have heard his name, the president has tweeted about him nine times since August 11.

Before Trump started tweeting, Ohr, a former associate deputy attorney general (until December 2017), was largely anonymous to the general public. But within some conservative circles, his purported involvement in special counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation into the Trump campaign and possible Russian interference in the 2016 election has been the stuff of a great deal of theorizing over the past few months.

That theorizing has now reached Trump himself:

Will Bruce Ohr, whose family received big money for helping to create the phony, dirty and discredited Dossier, ever be fired from the Jeff Sessions “Justice” Department? A total joke!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) August 20, 2018

Now Ohr might lose his security clearance. He is facing a congressional hearing into what he knew about Christopher Steele and the dossier Steele helped to create. And Trump is repeatedly focusing attention on an employee within his own administration.

So who exactly is Bruce Ohr, and why are he and his wife, Nellie, at the center of a firestorm that began in conservative media and has exploded onto the president’s Twitter feed?

The big story that the Fake News Media refuses to report is lowlife Christopher Steele’s many meetings with Deputy A.G. Bruce Ohr and his beautiful wife, Nelly. It was Fusion GPS that hired Steele to write the phony & discredited Dossier, paid for by Crooked Hillary & the DNC….

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) August 11, 2018

Bruce Ohr is a longtime Department of Justice employee. Until December 2017, in fact, he had two jobs within the DOJ: associate deputy attorney general, serving under Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein; and director of the Organized Crime Drug Enforcement Task Forces (OCDETF).

But in December, he was demoted from associate deputy attorney general. The Justice Department didn’t detail the reasoning for the demotion, telling Fox News, “It is unusual for anyone to wear two hats as he has done recently,” but observers on the right assumed the real reason had to do with Ohr’s purported connections to the Steele dossier.

The Steele dossier is a document that alleged Trump was under the influence of Russian intelligence services, who had also compiled blackmail material on him. Steele was working for a company called Fusion GPS, founded by a former Wall Street Journal journalist named Glenn Simpson. And though the FBI began to examine ties between Trump and Russia after George Papadopoulos, a former Trump campaign aide, told an Australian diplomat that Russia had damaging information on Hillary Clinton, many on the right believe the dossier was responsible for the launch of the Russia investigation.

Ohr met and emailed multiple times with Steele, who had been on the FBI payroll in the past as a source. According to emails revealed by the Hill earlier this month, contact between Ohr and Steele went on for more than a decade, from 2002 to 2017 — including after the FBI suspended its relationship with Steele because he shared information with the media.

Also, Bruce Ohr’s wife Nellie Ohr, a Russian history expert, worked as a contractor for Fusion GPS on Russia-related matters in mid-2016 — a fact that Bruce Ohr didn’t share on federal disclosure forms.

Most of this has been public knowledge since late last year, after Simpson, the Fusion GPS founder, testified in front of the House Intelligence Committee in November 2017 about the creation of the Steele dossier and how much involvement Simpson and Fusion GPS had in the FBI’s investigation of the Trump presidential campaign’s potential Russia ties.

In his testimony, Simpson said he met with Ohr after the election to provide information about how the dossier was made. However, as the Weekly Standard’s Eric Felten pointed out, his testimony took place before news broke about Nellie Ohr’s work with Fusion GPS, and Simpson didn’t mention the connection.

Ohr was also mentioned in Rep. Devin Nunes’s heavily hyped memo, which alleged that the FBI abused its power in surveilling Trump’s presidential campaign in 2016. The memo details how Steele told Ohr that he “was desperate that Donald Trump not get elected and was passionate about him not being president.”

Among many on the right, the implication is clear: Ohr’s involvement, whether via his meetings with Steele or through his wife’s work for Fusion GPS, casts aspersions on the origins of the Trump-Russia investigation, and taints the investigation itself.

But according to Rosenstein, Ohr has never worked on the Mueller investigation or the 2016 surveillance of Carter Page, the Trump foreign policy adviser. Even the Nunes memo doesn’t imply that Ohr knew anything about surveillance applications or any of the other fine-grain pieces of the investigation itself.

As my colleague Andrew Prokop wrote in February:

The memo reveals that Steele was in contact with Ohr and that in September 2016, Steele shared some of his negative opinions on Trump. … Yet note what the memo does not claim: that Ohr had anything to do with the surveillance application on Carter Page. Yes, it tries to imply that, by saying Ohr “worked closely with Deputy Attorneys General Yates and later Rosenstein,” who were previously mentioned as approving the wiretap. … But Yates and then Rosenstein were top justice officials overseeing basically everything in the department. Ohr was a subordinate of theirs, but his actual job was as the “Organized Crime Drug Enforcement Task Forces Director.” If he was involved in the Page wiretap specifically, Nunes sure doesn’t provide the evidence to show that.

The reason, then, that the Ohr story has persisted in conservative media and finally made its way to Trump’s attention isn’t because conservatives know anything definitive about Ohr — what he did or didn’t know about the Russia investigation or Fusion GPS, or what he knew about his wife’s work with the firm.

It’s because of optics. Ohr has helped back up a conservative case that the Russia investigation as a whole is an example of the unequal application of the rule of law. As Kimberley Strassel at the Wall Street Journal wrote on August 16, the Ohr case “smells of … impropriety.” It feeds a narrative on the right that the Mueller investigation is ignoring actions performed by the Clinton campaign or the Obama administration that, they argue, might be just as bad, or worse.

By not disclosing his wife’s job in federal disclosure forms and continuing to meet with Steele even after the FBI stopped working with him, Ohr has, in effect, made the DOJ and the Mueller probe look bad, said Victor Davis Hanson, a senior fellow at the Hoover Institution and a contributor to National Review who has written extensively on Ohr.

“Ohr has done nothing to clear up the impression that while initially the fourth-ranking official in the Trump DOJ, he was communicating with an apparently discredited FBI informant to traffic in or add to the contents of the dossier well after the campaign,” Hanson said. “The lack of transparency on the part of a DOJ official in areas outside his normal purview is disturbing.”

Hanson argued that Ohr’s lack of professional involvement with the Russia investigation makes the situation worse, not better: “He was meeting with a disgraced FBI informant on matters that did not seem to have anything to do with his assigned tasks at DOJ,” he said.

After being demoted from deputy assistant attorney general, Ohr was demoted again in January, losing his title of head of the OCDETF.

And he’s stayed quiet — he hasn’t commented on Trump’s tweets, or the constant barrage of criticism from the White House, including being among the officials mentioned by press secretary Sarah Sanders as at risk of losing their security clearances.

But others haven’t. As the administration has threatened former government employees with having their clearances revoked (and already has revoked the clearance of former CIA Director John Brennan), retired military and intelligence officials have widely criticized the revocations, which they view as being politically motivated.

After serving the nation most use security clearances (and their trustworthiness) to contribute to national defense or to help US industries maintain an advantage. This isn’t really that hard to understand, except to those who only think about financial gain. https://t.co/SntNvhHeaw

— Mark Hertling (@MarkHertling) August 20, 2018

For Ohr, who is a current DOJ employee, losing his clearance wouldn’t just be detrimental to his reputation but (even though he does have some job protections as a civil servant) would most likely result in the loss of his job entirely — raising the stakes of Trump’s tweets.

And it’s worth mentioning that much of the criticism Trump has aimed at Ohr has really been intended for Attorney General Jeff Sessions and the Department of Justice overall, stemming from Trump’s continue ire that Sessions recused himself from the Russia investigation and a belief that the DOJ — the one manned by Trump’s own appointees — is being deeply unfair to him and should be focused on “Crooked Hillary.” As he tweeted on August 14, “If we had a real Attorney General, this Witch Hunt” — meaning the Mueller investigation — “would never have been started!”

“They were all in on it, clear Hillary Clinton and FRAME Donald Trump for things he didn’t do.” Gregg Jarrett on @foxandfriends If we had a real Attorney General, this Witch Hunt would never have been started! Looking at the wrong people.

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) August 14, 2018

Fired FBI Agent Peter Strzok is a fraud, as is the rigged investigation he started. There was no Collusion or Obstruction with Russia, and everybody, including the Democrats, know it. The only Collusion and Obstruction was by Crooked Hillary, the Democrats and the DNC!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) August 14, 2018

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12 more things in Fallout 4 they don’t tell you, but advanced players need to know

More tips on how to survive in the radioactive wasteland, including how to fight Legendary enemies, hide goodies and carry more stuff

Fallout 4s rich and varied landscape is built for lackadaisical roaming the player characters nicknamed the Wanderer for a reason. The experience isnt about just racing through the main questline or finding the best gear, but assembling your own story from all of Bethesdas tiny interlocking parts.

The Commonwealth is a harsh mistress, however, so we could all use some help and none other than our grizzled survivor Corbyn has heeded your call. Weve already covered the 12 key tips for beginners, so now its time for some more advanced instruction. Lets really get those Super Mutants quaking in their boots.

1. VATS tricks

Fallout 4s Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System (VATS) mechanic slows time down to a crawl, and allows you to target specific body parts of enemies and displaying the chance of hitting them in a percentage. This is all many players use it for but there are several kinks to the way VATS operates that can make all the difference in a tight spot.

Our Fallout 4 character Corbyn is probably overdoing it by Crit-ing a bloodbug. Photograph: Bethesda

The obvious ones first: use VATS when your guns empty and, for the AP cost of that shot, youll get both the shot and a free reload. Critical hits build up over time in VATS and can then be stored until you want to use them yes these do great damage, but much more importantly theyre guaranteed to hit even if your normal shot only has a 1% chance. This is useful but in fights against enemies with specific weak points, such as the fusion core on power armour, save that Crit and zoom into VATS the second their model turns sideways 1% chance is all you need for the shot that ends the fight.

Crits are also useful for taking out the combat inhibitors on the back of mechanical enemies.

But it doesnt end there! One of the most useful functions of VATS is that your aim will be centred on any enemy you shot at after youve exited VATS. Think of this as at least one free shot and, thanks to the shonky enemy AI, usually many more if theyre still alive after using VATS, just spam that trigger.

2. Fraggle Rock!

Messed up that grenade toss? Always throwing it just a second too late as the Raiders scarper? Worry ye not my wasteland friend, for there are two magnificent tricks to frags that will turn your throwing arm into the envy of Shane Warne.

First one is obvious when you think about it: a well-placed bullet will prematurely detonate your grenade. Hit the VATS button as soon as you throw and youll find you can target the grenade, though depending on its location your shot chance will be different (this is another great opportunity for using the guarantee of a Crit.) And boom no more legs for your luckless foes.

As you can see, no enemies have yet noticed my explosive presence. Timing grenades is especially useful against crowds of weaker enemies.

The second trick, however, is even sneakier. A glitch in Fallout 4s way of slowing down game time during VATS means that, if your grenade has landed and you then target and shoot an enemy using VATS, the grenade will explode during the VATS shots. That is, you dont need to target the grenade at all if its in the right place, just target the enemy in VATS and it will explode near-instantaneously.

3. Getting legless

This one can be a lifesaver for when youre just out on a relaxing stroll and run into a randomly generated tough-as-nails Legendary enemy. Many of these enemies, after taking roughly half damage, will mutate into a tougher form and regain their lost health. What a joke.

This is how I like my Legendary enemies legless and toothless. Now cough up that loot! Photograph: Bethesda

The one thing that doesnt regenerate, however, is limb damage. When fighting Fallout 4s normal enemies you dont really need to target limbs so much so its easy to forget about this tactic, but it is absolutely the core part of my strategy against Legendaries. If its a Legendary Super Mutant, where were worried about their weapon, focus on the arms if they mutate, youve crippled the arm by that point and their accuracys dived. If its a Legendary Ghoul, blow off the legs, and then the mutated second stage can only look up in abject apology as you line up the combat shotgun.

4. Radical Stags

The greatest enemy in Fallout 4, the bane of every player, the most despicable sentence in the Commonwealth: Youre carrying too much and cant run!

God I hate it. There are several common workarounds: load up your companion, use the Solo Wanderer/Dogmeat glitch and so on. But when youre stuck in a lovely loot zone and just need that bit extra to get outdoors and fast-travel home, you want Grilled Radstag.

OK it doesnt LOOK very appetising, but when your other options are mole rats or Spam …

You see Radstags everywhere, usually in groups of two or three. Make a rule of slaughtering these defenceless creatures, and grilling them up at a cooking station because it adds +25 carry weight. Eat that and youll feel the benefit for an hour, but why not wash it down with a bottle of alcohol (+10 carry weight) and have an extra 35 on your weight limit. Because no trinket should be left behind.

5. Sleep well

What do you mean you never sleep? True, you dont really need to but occasionally a nice rest is just whats needed to heal up and see the sun again. One aspect of sleeping that is possible to overlook, however, is where the bed is.

If you really want to maximise XP gain, do this before handing in quests youve already completed. Photograph: Bethesda

Sleep in a bed that you own (in a settlement for example), or rent a room for the night and your character not only heals but gains a Well Rested bonus that gives 10% extra XP for eight in-game hours.

6. Sticky business

You could write a whole article about Fallout 4s crafting system, but one thing everyone needs more of is adhesive. Luckily theres a simple solution waiting in the cookery pot: have your settlements farm corn, mutfruit and tatos for subsistence. Perfectly respectable foods, but you can use these stores to pick the bottom option at a cooking stove and make Vegetable Starch each one worth a whopping five adhesive.

Vegetable starch goes into your junk inventory, so always remember to transfer it to storage before taking off.

7. Pick up named junk

This ones simple to the point of obvious: youll sometimes come across otherwise standard loot that has a modifier in the name, for example Rich Stantons beer. This means it is an exceptional beer for an exceptional man or, in other words, a key item for a quest you havent yet picked up. So pick it up and, down the road, youll be able to hand in that quest immediately.

The jazzy Hubris Comics office has plenty of interesting stuff, and make sure you take a close look at the props.

You may not actually make it through youor birthday if you eat this revolting morsel. However, it has a special name which means it could well be part of a later quest. Grab that sucker.

8. Hazmat and Hat

Two items of clothing I keep on me permanently are a Hazmat suit and a hat that grants +3 Charisma. The utility of the first is obvious: everywhere in Fallout 4 is more or less radioactive, and youll find some nasty spots. Its not convenient to fetch Power Armour for every little cubbyhole, so a Hazmat suit just always makes life easier.

Among the games weather effects are radiation storms which, if they catch you in the open, can be trouble but not with the humble Hazmat. Photograph: Bethesda

Hazmats are around theres one on sale in Diamond City but this is where I stumbled across mine relatively early on. Photograph: Bethesda

The hat I combine with some Grape Mentats (make at any cooking station) for when I need to sell a lot of gear or buy something big. Why not get your moneys worth?

9. Use it, dont lose it

Advice from bitter experience: dont just jump into the water willy nilly while wearing power armour. It sinks and, while most bodies of water in the game have a way out, some of them dont and youll have to abandon it there. Also, dont ever get rid of a companion wearing power armour by sending them back to a settlement my snazzy Flames set is still out there somewhere.

You can repair damaged power armour with steel but even without it the basic frame provides some protection and the suits usual abilities.

Finally, dont get out of it in a non-settlement area without removing the fusion core. Even if you cant see any enemies. Theres nothing so humiliating as getting out to stretch your legs, waking up a nest of raiders, and watching open-mouthed as they hijack your beautiful suit.

10. Mystery Meat

OK, I said I wouldnt be too specific but this is too good to pass up. On the far east of the Commonwealth (shown in the image) you can find Longneck Lukowskis cannery. On entering youll see a short exchange between two characters and can then offer to help with a pest problem in the building.

Looks delicious though, as ever in Bethesdas post-apocalyptic worlds, no-ones cleaned up for 200 years.

This kicks off a short-but-sweet mission, but the reason its great to visit here is that theres an office at the top of the building containing both the Barter bobblehead which permanently decreases buying prices by 5% and an issue of Tales of A Junktown Jerky Vendor, which applies its own discount depending on how many copies you have. Basically youre walking out of there after a 10-minute mission with everything in the Commonwealth 10% cheaper.

This is where youll find Longneck Lukowskis cannery, an essential visit for the savvy scavenger.

Bonus points: in the final confrontation, you can make your opponent surrender if you get them low enough, and make a very … interesting choice. Oh, and do apply the earlier tips about Legendaries and frags when youre exploring. Wouldnt want to end up in a can now, would we?

11. Give them a Minute, man

The Minutemen are rather worthy and dull sorts, all about helping out ones neighbour and looking out for each other. Blah blah blah, point me to the bad guys right?

Some people like Preston, but he constantly moans when youre hoovering up junk so I think hes a circle button. Photograph: Bethesda

The Castles replaced Sanctuary as my main settlement, because a half-destroyed castle looks cooler than half-destroyed bungalows.

Me too. But its worth zooming through the early Minutemen quests, which are all very easy, just to reach the point where you re-take a location called the Castle. First of all, when youre doing the quests beforehand, take Preston as your companion because completing each one depends on reporting back to him.

Take the Castle, go off and do something else, and soon enough someone will turn up looking for you. Go to see her and within 10 minutes youll bag a Fat Man portable nuke launcher, an absolute ton of ammo and a great armour set, and unlock artillery positions for every settlement.

12. And … smile

Though Ive loved much of my time with Fallout 4, it is a game filled with bugs and glitches that can on occasion really ruin your day. Ive lost hours of progress through annoying problems with the save system, seen my companions fly into the sky and disappear, even failed a mission because of an NPC that decided to walk to the bottom of a lake.

But its worth remembering that, for all the frustrations it brings, the janky side of Bethesda games can have real charm too. Use Corbyns tips wisely, comrades, and enjoy these dancing Mirelurks.

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MYTH: Former SHSL Detective

One of the six chaperones of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate and Wyre’s childhood friend. Having grown up a massive fan of mystery shows, novels and video games, her ability to connect the dots to find the true culprit is unparalleled. Originally doing lost pet and infidelity cases, she has eventually risen to tackle on murders. But one mystery that she wasn’t able to solve for years is the whereabouts of her childhood friend Wyre ever since she got lost in the forest when she was 10, until she attended Hope’s Peak to find out that her friend has become an Ultimate herself.

Clothes: A purple fedora, a purple jacket over a white button-up shirt and a pink necktie, a purple tarten skirt, white knee-high socks and brown slip ons.

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WYRE: Former SHSL Supreme Leader

One of the six chaperones of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate and Myth’s childhood friend. One day, when Wyre was 10, she’s gotten lost in the forest on a dare. But luckily for her, she was found by a bunch of lost kids who have also gotten lost in the spooky woods and over the years, she lead them with a firm, yet soft, hand and even recruited more lost children into her pack, making Wyre their official leader. Eventually, she was tranquilized by talent scouts and hauled over to to Hope’s Peak, where she reunited with Myth, once and for all.

Clothes: A moose skull on her head, green war paint on her cheeks, a leopard print tube top, brown fingerless gloves, a camo-printed cape, a bone belt, tattered brown shorts and brown sandals.

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SCAR: SHSL Magician

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Ever since she was a child, she fancied herself as a Supreme High Demon Lord. She’s managed to wow crowds all over the world with her flashy illusions, her supremely convincing sleight-of-hand tricks and her overdramatic Chuunibyou personality that bleeds into her performances. Even at Hope’s Peak, she works hard to keep up her Demon Lord facade, but unfortunately for her, most of her classmates can see right through that facade, because deep down, she’s a just massive softie that cares too much about them.

Clothes: A black and red hooded cape that covers her hair and mouth, a purple and black lolita dress, black gloves, black stockings and red heels.

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FUSION: SHSL Artist

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Filling up sketchbook after sketchbook with his doodles as a kid, his mind is a treasure trove of golden ideas that are transcribed into equally stellar art. Eventually, his drawings and paintings became so good, that they could easily be mistaken for photos, and his painted sculptures could be mistaken for real people at first glance. During his time at Hope Peak’s, you can regularly find him wandering around the schoolhouse looking for inspiration for his next masterpiece.

Clothes: A brown and yellow artist smock with art supplies stuffed in the pockets over an oversized blue turtleneck with paint on the end of the sleeves, brown oversized pants and dark brown loafers. You can usually find him pulling art supplies out of his afro.

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FUSION II: SHSL Neo Akido Master

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Sick and tired of her sassy and rebellious attitude, Fusion II’s parents sent her to a martial arts dojo, hoping it would teach her to be more disciplined and obedient. But unfortunately for them, while her Aikido prowess most definitely increased, her sassiness and rebellious attitude are still fully intact. In fact, Neo Aikido, a more violet and upfront version of Aikido, was invented by Fusion II for the sole purpose of spiting her parents, by making a martial art that’s the complete opposite of disciplined and obedient.

Clothes: A kimono with a blue top and a long frilly skirt with a white to blue gradient, white socks and tall geta sandals, for that extra kick.

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JANON: SHSL Child Caregiver/Assassin

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. When Janon was growing up, kids, despite their tsundere protests, all flock to them. So eventually, they got used to it and know exactly what tactics can tranquilize those little rugrats, which is how Janon became the SHSL Child Caregiver. But what their classmates don’t know, is that Janon has a real talent that matches more closely to their true nature; an assassin who mainly specializes in distant and indirect methods of murder, such as poisoning and sniping.

Clothes: The same clothes they normally wear, with their underclothes being their assassin clothes.

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SPARKLE: Former SHSL Inventor

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. As an ever-creative youngster, her head was just buzzing with ideas and she was just yearning to get these spectucular contraptions out into the real world. When her breakthrough invention, the levitating phone case, hit the markets, they were stripped off the shelves in less than one business day. She has an inventive, creative and hardworking mindset, matched only by her bombastic, loud and flashy personality that admittedly makes for a good advertising ploy for her gadgets.

Clothes: Golden goggles, a black and white striped t-shirt, brown overalls with a sparkly purple tool belt, matching brown gloves, sparkly purple rocket boots, and her signature sparkly purple cape.

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EGG: Former SHSL Adventurer

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. A outgoing and boisterous, if cursed at the worst times, person, globetrotting and socializing gives Egg a rush that can’t be topped by any other activity. In fact, traveling is the only thing that Egg and Wet Sock both like, considering they otherwise contrast each other in every other way possible. But the one major thing that Egg likes about traveling is the wildlife; from jungles to tundras, from forests to the sea, they are a treasure trove of both nature knowledge and cursed comments.

Clothes: A green Hawaiian shirt with yellow flower designs, red ruby earrings and the same pants and shoes from their regular design.

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WET SOCK: Former SHSL Anthropologist

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. The antithesis of their twin, but equally as cursed and passionate about traveling, Wet Sock is prickly, aggressive and knife-obscessed, which as it turns out, if you choose to hang out with them, is simply a facade. Being ostracized in favor of their more friendly, if less intelligent, twin, Wet Sock grew bitter and resentful for other people, pursuing anthropology in hopes of finding out if there’s anything beautiful about people. But deep, deep down, underneath their black hoodie, all they want is a friend.

Clothes: The same clothes from their original design, except with a black oni mask and black gloves.

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CURIOUS: SJHSL Butler/Maid/Servant

One of the two SJHSL students participating in the SHSL Internship Program. Being raised and adopted by a royal family, they were taught everything about being prim, proper, poised and most importantly, obedient. Eventually, they’ve gotten every single possible servant duty mastered; from cooking to cleaning to even entertaining the royal family’s guests, nothing is out of reach for this miniature, yet overly reliable servant. Thier prim and proper behavior even extends to how they behave at Hope’s Peak, always willing to do what they can to help their classmates.

Clothes: A black and white tuxedo with a green tie and white gloves.

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NERD: Former SHSL Robot

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. “Project N-32-D” or as christened by their classmates, “NERD”, is the most advanced project ever crafted by famed roboticist, Professor P. Dexter. N-32-D is designed by P. Dexter with advanced humanesque AI and many useful functions hid snugly in his chassis. Not wanted his major project to get manipulated and toyed by humans, P. Dexter equipped N-32-D with an aggressive personality, a foul mouth and several weapons packed into his functions.

Clothes: The robot design from Nerd’s Picrew.

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ELDRITCH: SHSL Entomologist

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Inherently distrusting and paranoid around humans, Eldritch has turned to interacting with animals as a substitute for socializing with people, or more specifically, insects. Finding solace with the equally skittish critters, what propelled him into SHSL status was discovering a new species of insect that was believed to have long gone extinct. Despite his protests to the contrary, talent scouts were all too eager to drag him to Hope’s Peak for his contributions to entomology.

Clothes: The same camo hoodie from his original design, but with nature themed badges, a black t-shirt with an green insect design on the front, and bandages covering his fingers and legs.

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DREAM: SHSL Tennis Pro

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. With her sunny and energetic personality, an athletic talent fits her to a T (for tennis) and tennis is most definitely not an acception. Her positive and energetic personality and fast, yet accurate movements, managed to breath light into an otherwise uninteresting, yet under-appreciated sport, and catapult her into SHSL status. Her bright, cheery and sunny personality has attracted her a massive following both inside and outside Hope’s Peak.

Clothes; The came clothes from the original, except with Ryoma’s hat design on her shirt, and a pink and grey striped headband.

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IRIS: SJHSL Astronaut

One of the two SJHSL students participating in the SHSL Internship Program. A determined and optimistic little girl, she’s managed to pass her NASA exams with flying colors and land an internship at a NASA space base. Hoping that one day she will reach for the stars, she’s been training her mind and body for years in order to handle the hideous, yet mysterious, vacuum of space. But her ever-positive attitude just knows that her astronomical intelligence combined with her molten core of determination would make her a perfect astronaut.

Clothes: A dark blue jacket with the NASA logo on the front with a matching dark blue skirt, black stocking, and thigh high black boots with stars on the front.

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FANCY: SHSL Cosplayer

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. With the ability to pull off both male and female characters in costume form, Fancy is able to cosplay as a myriad of fictional characters from video games and animations from around the world. Ever since they started to cosplay as “Charles” the main villain from the anime “Intergalactic Gentleman”, they’ve managed to cosplay as at least one character from every series in the book. What really pushes these cosplays above and beyond just regular cosplays, is that they are all handcrafted and sewn by Fancy themselves.

Clothes: The same clothes from their original design, except with a black and white cape, circuit patterns around the suit. gloves, top hat and cape, and a red scouter.

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PURPLE: SHSL Pianist

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Ever since her performance of Mozart’s “Eine Kliene” at her first ever concert at 7 years old, Purple has been hailed as a musical prodigy from a young age. But while her piano playing has gained her a barrage of fans, her timorous and emotionally fragile nature off the stage and away from a piano means that the attention was more of a curse than a blessing for her. If you do managed to get some words out of her, you’ll find her words and voice are as harmonious as her piano playing.

Clothes: The same clothes except with music note pins in her beret instead of a feather, and a purple and black skirt with a sheet music pattern.

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So, how’s my grand finale? I may have put more emphasis on the backstory in a couple of them. I hope that’s okay with you. If you want me to write more Anon KG Talentswaps, just let me know!

-Fusion Anon

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Great! I do have a request from Wyre to please not write her in skirts, since she’s not a fan of skirts

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