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lackadaisycats · 1 year

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Hi Tracy I recently found lackadaisy a week ago when the trailer came out through my other fave VA such as micheal , Sungwon, and the hunnicast. And its apart of the reason i started to get into VA myself and Digital art and write . so thank you :)

Anyways to the detrement of myself i read it in a Day when i saw the trailer came out and I read the entire series in a day, and i feel like i read it so fast i missed out of some key details. I love making spec scripts and like to make them accurate. Can you please clear up a few things as for me , if any are not allowed to be explained as its yet to come up feel free to skip it.

I read the official Wikipedia but I really wanted to make sure i get things right. So here it is !

Does mordecai really think that mitzi killed atlas is that why he left? Is he seeking revenge imfor that by being apart of marigold and take them down?

How and when did Mordecai join lackadaisy and why did he leave for marigold ?

Does mordecai like working for marigold , is he like a double agent between lackadaisy and marigold kind of not really fully on anyone's side ?

When did he join marigold and why?

Why did Victor stay at lackadaisy ?

Though serafine and mordecai are in the same gang does he dislike sarafine and why?

Is serafine a supplier? Or is she triggerwoman? Or both

Are the pig farmers just a bunch of people who dispose of ..bodies I guess or do they also supply alcohol to gangs and which.

Is serafine against lackadaisy , and trying to bring them down , and why?

Are the abrogasts now a supplier for marigold and Lackadaisy but trying to keep it a secret from marigold ? And why did they stop working for lackadaisy

Why doee Viktor not approve of ivy in other relationships is he just protective ?

I know Ivy likes freckle but why exactly and when

Who is mordecai torturing in the latest chapters of Lackadaisy and why ?

Again so sorry for all the questions , I just want to make my spec scripts as accurate as possible

Thanks Tracy !

Hey, thanks for reading and for your interest!

A lot of my answers to these would be in the form of a question - specifically, "what do you think?"

It's not that I wish to be evasive, but an author hanging over a reader's shoulder to spell out all of the subtext seems a bit untoward and self-defeating. I realize you want clarity so you can write something yourself - which is lovely - but some things are meant to be interpreted, and some things are simply not answered yet by the story.

Anyway, my apologies for skipping over some of the questions. Here are the ones I can answer without over-explaining.

Spoilers below for those who haven't read the comic to date.

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How and when did Mordecai join lackadaisy and why did he leave for marigold ?

He became involved with Lackadaisy after Atlas saved him from some trouble he'd gotten himself into. (More accurately, Atlas offered up a minor favor and then watched to see if Mordecai could save himself.) Mordecai left Lackadaisy shortly after Atlas' death. Look for clues as to why in Mordecai's discussions with Mitzi.

Does mordecai like working for marigold , is he like a double agent between lackadaisy and marigold kind of not really fully on anyone's side ?

Can't answer the whole question, but it's hopefully obvious he's not really enjoying himself.

Why did Victor stay at lackadaisy ?

Resignation.

Though serafine and mordecai are in the same gang does he dislike sarafine and why?

The Savoys aren't from St. Louis. They don't know Mordecai's past and reputation as an indispensible hand to Atlas in Lackadaisy's glory days. To his dismay, the Savoys aren't intimidated by him, nor are they inclined to venerate him for his history, nor are they going to cede group control to him - they're intent on sussing him out for themselves. He's not really the most socially adroit individual, and when others don't immediately buy the cold murder-man persona he wears like a stiff business suit, he doesn't really know what to do about that. Also, Serafine carved a symbol into his chest with a knife, so…

Is serafine a supplier? Or is she triggerwoman? Or both

A little of both. She's mostly a hired gun under Marigold, but the Savoys were previously hijacking Marigold convoys heading up the Mississippi delta, and using the goods to supply their hometown. No matter how much firepower Marigold's runners brought along, the Savoys would get the better of them. Recognizing talent, Marigold hired them to St. Louis to stamp out competition that might have risen up in the vacuum the fallen Lackadaisy left.

Are the pig farmers just a bunch of people who dispose of ..bodies I guess or do they also supply alcohol to gangs and which.

The pig farmers were moonshiners and bootleggers, making their own alcohol and buying it off the river. They also did favors for Marigold - for payment presumably, and under the assumption that it made them allies with a powerful establishment who might return the favor at some point. There wouldn't be a lot of overlap between their respective rural and urbanite clientele, and Marigold definitely wasn't interested in any of the low grade river swill the pig farmers were buying up, so they didn't perceive them as competition. Instead, Marigold saw the pig farmers as a convenient tool, and used them as such.

Is serafine against lackadaisy , and trying to bring them down , and why?

In the sense that she's working for the competition, yes. It's probably not personal.

Are the abrogasts now a supplier for marigold and Lackadaisy but trying to keep it a secret from marigold ? And why did they stop working for lackadaisy

The Arbogasts stopped interacting with Lackadaisy when Atlas died. Mitzi was struggling to keep the Lackadaisy open and had run dry of the funding she'd need to buy the high quality alcohol the Arbogasts traffic in from Canada. She went to some, uh, lengths to acquire funding, though, and has proceeded to try to re-establish a business relationship with the Arbogasts. The complication is, in the interim, in Lackadaisy's absence, Marigold had taken over the route.

Why doee Viktor not approve of ivy in other relationships is he just protective ?

He's not thrilled that Ivy keeps finding ways to be ever more entangled with Lackadaisy.

I know Ivy likes freckle but why exactly and when

She sees a challenge in a boy who doesn't talk much, I suppose. Presumably she thinks he's cute too. Also, she's looking for trouble she needed a new dance partner.

Who is mordecai torturing in the latest chapters of Lackadaisy and why ?

Gracie, a former jewel thief who went to prison. When he came back, he forcibly took over his uncle's business, which involved buying alcohol from Marigold. Mordecai was supposed to kill him, but he seems to think Gracie might have some information that would be important to him.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisycats #lackadaisy cats #q&a

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archiveikemen · 1 year

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Ikemen Villains Love Letter Replies: Part 1

— Ellis, Harrison, Liam

I do not own any of the Ikemen Series content being uploaded on this blog, everything belongs to CYBIRD. Please support them by playing their games and buying stories. Not 100% accurate, expect mistakes.

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Ellis Twilight

Q. What kind of flower do you like?

Any flower that makes you smile.

... That's not what the question meant? I like... bluebells.

They grew is clusters around the house back where I was born, they were pretty.

Do you have any flowers that brings back memories?

If you do, tell me.

Because... I want to get you some as a gift.

... Can I?

Q. I'm curious to know why you're so physically fit! Did you exercise when you were younger?

Erm... yeah.

Ever since I was born, I loved moving around. I ran around, climbed onto roofs, and raced through town.

There were kids who were better than me, so I was initially desperate to catch up with them.

I got injured a lot doing that...

But thanks to that, I can protect you without getting a single scratch, even if we're ambushed. So perhaps it wasn't a bad thing.

Q. Did anything surprising happen lately?

Yeah, El was drenched in the garden, Victor's magic trick was a success, and William came back soaked in blood which is very rare... that's all, I think?

And, of course, I was surprised and glad to read all the letters you've sent me about how happy you are when you're with me. Let's write to each other a lot from now on!

Harrison Gray

Q. What's the best beverage to have with the dessert you think is the best you've ever had so far?

I can't decide which one is best... all desserts are good, you know?

But the fruitcake I had with Liam at a Tea House recently was superb. I want to eat that again.

I always go for a sweet drink when I'm having dessert. Strawberry milk, or tea with lots of sugar. Just remember that I don't drink coffee.

Q. If Arthur Conan Doyle held a fan signing event, would you attend it?

You mean, meeting the writer of the Sherlock book in person?

How could I miss out on such an opportunity?

He's a new writer now, but I think his works will make history. You'd want to meet someone like that too, right?

Hey, you should come with me.

I rarely get nervous, but I will be when I meet him.

Q. What is a lie you've seen through that left a big impression on you?

When Victor was skipping down the hallway, he got too carried away and hit his pinky finger against a pillar. He laughed it off, saying "it doesn't hurt!". I could tell that he lied, because tears were welling up in his eyes...

Why do I remember such a small matter? Because it mitigates the memories of unpleasant lies I've seen through, so it helps me in some way.

Liam Evans

Q. If you could go on a vacation, where would you want to go?

Come to think of it, I've never been on a vacation. I don't remember doing that as a child either...

Therefore, I don't really care about the destination. Instead... I'd rather spend the time hanging out with you. It's good to have lots of fun so that you won't get lonely, right?

Alright then, from now on, I'll study about travelling.

Q. Do you have any habits or things you pay attention to when it comes to beauty?

This is a little embarrassing, but it's OK since it's you who asked!

I drink plenty of water every day. And I perspire a lot during rehearsals, so that keeps me in good shape.

It's to be expected of me because I'm a stage actor. I do my best to make myself as likeable as possible. And if it's possible... I want you to like me even more.

Q. Do you have a bedtime routine, or something you do to help yourself sleep better?

Oh, I want to know this too! This isn't really answering your question, huh.

I don't sleep very well, so I've been trying different methods to help myself fall asleep.

Something I often do before sleeping is stretching. My body gets stiff because of rehearsals, so I just relax and unwind. It's quite effective, I guess?

I'll try lots of other ways, and I hope I can help you someday.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil misc #niki translates

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polar-jake778 · 6 months

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The ending of my short story.

The title is self explanatory, but I will exasperate its expressive nature below.

Snowing flits of fear, flowing rivers of the overseer, people cowering behind the warmth of a beer and memories made only here. You saw the charity in the walk, hares running in the ankle high snow, blackbirds watching from afar, and elderly piercing you with judgement from the comfort of their home. And yet, you continued to walk the heavy snow filled landscape. Alone, Unwavering, grateful and strong. You didn't have to, but you did. Some would say the comfort of the flakes falling upon our cheeks is similar to a mother grasping our innocent childish face, reflecting on how much of a thief time really is. You did not need to look her in the eyes as you began to lose sense of yourself, but you did. You fought from sun up till sun down, from the loss of your guide to the rekindling of your trust in nature. And as death itself, I must cherish your fortitude for you did well. You did all that you could, and no matter how much people will say you failed, you had succumbed to nothing but the same as them. Only difference is the smile upon your face and the ember within your heart being enough to light the world a new sentiment of love, care and forward bravery. Nobody will ever know who you were. But they will get to know you as you live and breathe in each and every tree. For you will be at your rightful mothers side, stronger, more confident and more free than any mortal ever could have been. You knew you lived a lonely life. But you made the most of it. You found comfort in your discomfort. And made the most of what nature brought unto you. For the life you lived, no matter how harsh, lonely or thieving of breath and mind it may be, you made it. You found home. For that, be proud, be glad, and do not settle for your new life has only just begun. They say history is written by the victor, for now, it is written by the survivor of all torment, loss and dissatisfaction. You are the librarian of the barred, you are the guidance for the lost, the crutch to the weak and the warmth to the cold. You, dear Pendler, are our shining colour. Our lone Wanderer.

-Those who Wander, Polar_Jake78

I have been writing a short story since the beginning of this year. I debated on whether I should release my Sci-fi fantansy novels but those are currently under repair. And will be under such maintenance for years to come. A series of books built upon 480k words, which was made within the declination of my controlled self; that of course would hold too many personal innuendos. So, repairs must be done. Think of it like the construction of a chapel. Instead of saying nothing about what is being done in the background, I thought it would be nice to express that I am indeed making a book. One of which is heavily remarked by those of whom have read the rough copy as a "philosophical walk through guilt, anxiety, oddity and abnormality". This summary may sound overwhelming and stereotypical. Perhaps inferred that this work is but an articulation of a subconscious plague. But rest assured you, this story is but a walk through nature, life, memory and a message that persists upon forward bravery through thick and thin. This of course will be no easy read. The first intention behind creating this was to create an exercise for those of limited visual imagination. Therefore, there is a lot to visualize and interpret. And last but not least, this story is where I depict my understanding of oblivion. A subject that I have mentioned before on this blog. If you happen to be fascinated by my interpretation, this story in its entirety will be perfect for you. Nonetheless, this is the ending of my short story(don't question why I am releasing the end and not the start. Enjoy)

Sneaky polar bear picture

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eolewyn1010 · 11 months

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Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 19

Which starts out gay, and keeps getting gayer. Half the time, I'm left wondering if Mary Shelley did this on purpose.

“Clerval desired the intercourse of the men of genius and talent” – XD Good on you, Henry, for setting higher standards than pretty. DAS GAY: 27

…okay, the way Victor is all about loving Henry and how wonderful Henry is gets them another one for their relationship. DAS GAY: 28

I’ll hold back from giving one for Henry being “anxious to gain experience and instruction”, but… yeah, have fun, sweetie. My brain is a little Pride Month-addled.

-.- Aaaand Henry promptly gets a sympathy point removed for wanting to progress India’s colonization. Dude.

“that I might not debar him from the pleasures natural to one who was entering on a new scene of life” o.O Okay, WHY is this reading like Henry has just come out and is exploring the local gay scene??

And with the “collecting materials” again, how does Victor hide them from his boyfriend, both in London and then during travelling? Imagine the conversation. “Uhm… Victor… you might wanna wash your underwear before packing it; the luggage is kind of smelly.”

“although I abhorred society” – wooooow, Victor is a real sunshine, isn’t he? I mean, I’m socially anxious, but that sounds more like the Creature in his hatred for humanity.

Once again, the passage of time confuses me. Shelley’s transitions, man. How tf do they need four months from London to Scotland? And why would they begin this journey in fucking February? And can Victor really afford to take this time? And give us a history lesson on the country, to boot. Like Bram Stoker, Shelley can’t resist the temptation to write a travel guide. Train schedules, anyone?

Every “soon” is “four months later”, Victor needed 6 fucking YEARS to go back home to visit his family. Honestly, I’m amazed that the shallow twit even still wants to marry Elizabeth and doesn’t consider her an old maid not worthy of his attention at this point. It’d be like him.

However, as my friend pointed out, he rarely ever thinks about actually being married to Elizabeth. It’s a very abstract concept to him, marrying her at all. How convenient that he doesn’t have to get used to it. Being married would require him to actually take the role he has rejected regarding the Creature. He’d have to take responsibility for Elizabeth and the household, for hypothetical children. He’d have to be dependable, emotionally, financially, in regards to the time he spends with them. It’s different with Henry. Henry is the one who’s always there to support him, and to be up for every whim of Victor’s. A marriage doesn’t work that way. Conclusion: Victor’s problem isn’t that the Creature is ugly. It’s just that Victor is a fucking deadbeat.

Ah, but it wouldn’t be complete without Victor moping. Feeling once more that Stephenie Meyer’s characters are heavily based on 19th century gothic horror novels, even though she completely fails at the horror part. All the same whiners. “Byronic hero” my ass; try “emo brat”.

“…at Servox and Chamonix. The latter name made me tremble when pronounced by Henry” – XDDD I know what Victor is on about, but the choice of words makes me think that, for a student of languages, Henry seems to really butcher that pronunciation.

“I could now almost fancy myself among the Swiss mountains.” – Yeah, why would you go anywhere else at all if not to feel exactly like at home?

When Victor talks about getting letters from home, he gives us this baffling line: “I hardly dared to read and ascertain my fate.” Oh, right. Whether Elizabeth and his father and brother are still alive is Victor’s fate. Had almost forgotten it. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 20

“you enjoy yourself, and let this be our rendezvous” – DAS GAY: 29

This journey is really an opportunity for the boys to have a gay old time, huh.

I’m giving this another double bc Henry gets so heartache-y at separating from Victor for a while, “I cannot feel at home in your absence” and all that. Henry, you’re too good for him. DAS GAY: 30

Victor travels to the Orkneys and sneers about how poor his surroundings and the people are -.- I held back on giving him a point for the smug attitude with which he just presumed some important scientist would be eager to share all his wisdom with him, the college drop-out brat, but I will so count his turning up his nose on miserable cows, “squalidness of the most miserable penury”, gaunt limbs, and meals that have the audacity to consist of oatmeal and vegetables. I SO PRIVILEGED: 9

“I ordered it to be repaired, bought some furniture, and took possession” – He’s insistent on pissing me off, the patronizing little shitstain. Why don’t you repair it yourself? I SO PRIVILEGED: 10

“As it was, I lived ungazed at and unmolested” o.O Is. Is Victor craving some gazes and molestation or something?

“employed in the most detestable occupation” …yeah, right, but when you did it the first time, serving no benefit but your own fame, then it was a noble undertaking of creating a new species and shit.

#Frankenstein #personal opinions #disclaimer: this is just for shits and giggles

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mxtxfanatic · 1 year

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I just wanna say you're really good at analysis. I was wondering if you have any tips? I feel like I kinda suck at analyzing whether it's connecting themes or character intentions.

Awww, thank you anon! I happen to have taught intro to Creative Writing courses, so this is right up my alley lol.

I always say that the first step of analysis is connecting with your emotions in how a particular work makes you feel. For instance, let’s say I read a story and I felt bad for the main character. From there, I can then move on to figuring out 1) why I, personally, felt bad for said character, 2) if the creator intended for me to feel bad for this character and how do I know, and potentially 3) if not then why did I feel bad despite the author’s intentions?

Because we as humans are storytellers, we recycle a lot of story beats and themes. This is not a bad thing, just a neutral fact. This allows us to make social commentary by either driving home certain points like societal morals or who we in society should look up to or disparage, and it also allows us to challenge the ideals society upholds since we would all be inundated with then through various stories. Now this is very general, but obviously these ideals may change in some ways from society to society and throughout history, and when we get into genres, the ideas expressed there will also naturally have their own specific commentary and commonalities. If I’m in the romance genre, I’m looking for what x society has to say about romantic love, how permanent/fleeting it is, and how that society defines it. If I’m in the scifi genre, I’m looking for social commentary on the future and how our current day trajectory will affect it.

Ok, so now let’s be specific: let’s discuss Wei Wuxian in mdzs. He is the protagonist, and we know this because the narrative mostly follows him. However, the POV is not in 1st person; why? Well, mdzs is a novel about gossip and mob mentality, how victors can rewrite truth to paint themselves as heroes and deny their wrongdoings. How do we know this? The story repeatedly tells us about what people say, then it shows us their actions that don’t align. Why is the story not in 1st person? Because then we would be left with wwx’s character bias and be unable to verify what others have done through a neutral narrator. Without a 3rd person perspective, we would not know what Jiang Cheng had been up to for the last 13 years as fact, but we do know this in the story because we see it from multiple character’s thoughts, his included. Without the 3rd person, we would be left in the dark about what really happened with Qin Su and some of the more intricate parts of Jin Guangyao’s villainy, since it only happens with the two present.

Now let’s bring feelings into it: I personally like Wei Wuxian because I think he is a charming, good person. I like underdog characters who come out on top in the end. Does the story support this? Well, we are shown multiple scenes where wwx in his first life is surrounded by people pre-ssc, and in his second, the juniors all flock to him before and after his identity is discovered. So him being charming is supported by the writing, itself. How about him being a good person? Well, we start off the story finding out that he’s a mass murdering villain who finally gets his due after attempting to kill off the other clans with his evil cultivation. However, this beginning narrative is undermined by:

1) being told almost immediately upon meeting the “hero who ended wwx,” Jiang Cheng, that jc is actually a mass murderer who imprisons and tortures people. Later, we find the other clans are also corrupt and willing to participate in and turn the other way in the face of actual evil. So not “heroes”

2) being told and shown that the people under wwx’s protection were not disciples but actually the powerless remnants of a fallen clan that were forced into a labor camp for sharing a surname with an already deposed tyrant

3) being told and shown that what the cultivation clans were actually after in murdering wwx was his cultivation tool so that they can oppress the other clans. Wwx’s death was necessary because he refused to conform to this corruption.

So is my feeling that wwx is a good guy justified by the narrative? Yes it is.

This is, of course, a very, very simplified crash course on analysis that takes me a semester to drive home with my students. It also takes a lot of practice in 1) learning how to recognize and state your feelings on a work (even “I don’t know” is an opening for parts 2 and 3 of an analysis: “what don’t you know?” “where are you confused?” “is this intentional?”) 2) not judging your opinions harshly i.e. thinking that everyone else is “sooooo much smarter” than you and discounting your ideas before they even fully form, and 3) learning to discuss these ideas with others in honest discourse, being open to learning something new and being mistaken in equal turns without shame or judgement.

I still miss things when I analyze, and that’s why I love discussion, because I learn something new. I also notice things people I discuss with miss, so I get to impart something that others may appreciate. We’re not infallible, but the goal should be to grow and create community around something, not be stuck and stagnant in our individual thinking. And also, have fun!

#anon #hope this helps #like i said: reeeeeaaaally simplified crash course #but these are some steps #it takes time but before you know it #it’s like second nature #like graduating from only being able to do 5-piece puzzle #to waking up one day and realizing you’ve been putting together 100-piece puzzles with little effort #and you’re looking forward to tackling the 200-piece puzzles next

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ashcroft-writes · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @bluedaddysgirl! Thank you; this fits well into my master plan of attempting to be more alive online hahaha @unmarked-credits @xinambercladx @sinisterexaggerator Not obligated to do this, I'm just trying to be social and thought it may be fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 5 🥹 I am baby compared to some people I see answering these

2. What's your total A03 word count? 512943 words!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Actively, right this second, Star Wars! I do have a huge Fallout 4 WIP that hasn’t been updated in a hot second, but I love it dearly and do wish to finish it one day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Idiot’s Array

Rot, Dust, and Steel

Strong Hands

Homeworld Elegy

We can pretend this last one doesn’t exist lolololol (It’s the .hack Penguin Fic of DOOM, a reposting of my very first fic from the twee LULZ SO RANDOM era of my high school days. I like to have my history all together, and I own it, but goodness no one should read that.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Oh I desperately wish I still was. I used to, every last one, and I still read and treasure all the ones I do receive. Over the last couple years, my life kept getting quite… upended, however… and I my well of communication energy just… died… and this is also partially because I find it physically impossible to just say “wow thank u <3” in a few seconds; I usually get really into it! Still, the kindness and joy folks have left for me has been so deeply appreciated and cherished. I can’t help but want to go back and respond eventually (“Hi! I know this was left like, two years ago, but you pretty much gave me the gift of sunshine then, sorry this is so late <3”) Hopefully it won’t be weird.

(If you’re reading this and you are, in fact one of those whose delightful comment I have not responded to, hi, I see you, and thank you so much for the gift of sunshine)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ooo. So though my stories definitely contain some angst, they usually end in very hopeful ways. Even the one about the collective grief for a destroyed planet 😆 Especially that one!! The future yet contains light! So perhaps the answer’s actually in a story that I never finished and isn’t available anymore.

I had this series I was writing when I was a lot younger set in Sonic the Hedgehog. It has this character who had been a villain switching sides and helping the Sonic group win their fight, and thusly secure his own pardon and freedom, a redemption sort of story. And it ended pretty sunshine and roses for most! But for the POV character, he never really would belong among the victors. They gave him a ship and his freedom in payment, and he took it and left for a world he didn’t know, off to try and find some new life on horizons where he would be either at best a stranger, and at worst hated for what he’d done in the past. I suppose there is still some hope in all that! New chances, new beginnings. Like I said, I’m a hopeful writer. But it was the most uncertain and melancholy of the lot, for sure.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? HA, almost certainly The Idiot’s Array; there’s a frickin’ romantic poem, a hopeful promise to see each other again, healing and reconciliation, and a man who flings himself out of the window dramatically in lieu of saying goodbye. What more could you want, I ask you.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Fortunately, no!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sure have! The Gunslinger’s Paean series has been my first public work with a couple hot and heavy sort of scenes, mostly because at the time I was dying to write Cad Bane, who is an extremely blunt and direct character, told initially from the POV of someone bringing what he feels are shameful parts of himself into the light. Thematically, it just didn’t feel the sort of story in which smut should be anything less than on the page in every last detail where it had to be unpacked. I guess you could say they were the sort of scenes meant to reveal the changes in the characters because smut scenes are vulnerable scenes.

But judging how I’m talking about it, you might detect I’m running some obscure ace algorithm in my internal software that demands a very particular ratio of what it deems smut too unprompted 😆 AND THAT WOULD BE RIGHT AHHHH. I don’t write a lot of pwp, though I’m known to partake (and I hope this even answers the question lmao)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not really my thing, but it sure is a valid lifestyle!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, unless you count the LLM-training data scraping of Ao3, which I suppose doesn’t precisely qualify as theft in the classical sense 😅 I do wonder if a shard of my characterizations will some day jump out at people using those chatbots. Weird to think about.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not. I think I’d like to try some day, however, if I vibed with someone hard enough on an idea!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Hilariously, I don’t even write for this fandom I'm about to name. I HAVE NOT READ A SINGLE FIC AND THE FANART ARRIVES ON MY DASH WITH NO ACTIVE SEEKING. But Good Omens really went off with Crowley/Aziraphale! Gives me SO many warm fuzzies. What a great queer yearning story.

And I know, I know, that’s weird, someone probably expected me to say something I read/write for at the very least, but the character ships I adore exploring creatively genuinely exist on such a different brain circuit for me than the “fave ship I cheer for like a sports team” heh, though they are in no way lesser.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? You know that Sonic the Hedgehog series I mentioned earlier? That. My remaining mojo-energy in the Sonic-verse is just not powerful enough to overcome the inertia of revisiting something YEARS AND YEARS gone, and I have too many works other works open and waiting, but I’ll always look on that unfinished beast with affection. Yes that means all other stories I haven’t updated in a long time I still intend to finish 🥺 Please don’t throw rocks 🥺

16. What are your writing strengths? I’ve been told it’s my worldbuilding and characterization! And boy howdy do I love doing those things, so I’m really happy I’m doing it well!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I get real maudlin sometimes in my early drafts! A LOT of characters on my pages work through a complex array of feelings and internal monologues before I can wrest a moving story from their emotional morass. You would not believe how much I tone down in editing. And oh god I write a lot of words. Somehow my chapters are now often 9-12k words and I just can’t stop myself; they feel complete when they’re complete 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I dislike it usually, because in my work I’m often trying to immerse my (sometimes monolingual) reader in the headspace of another person… and if that’s the case, and my character runs into someone speaking a different language than the story's overall text, there’s usually three outcomes:

The POV character understands the other language fully. In that case, the reader should likewise feel the understanding is effortless, or they might get jarred out of the flow of words and character headspace. So I just write the translation of the words, i.e.

“I really wish I had a pet raccoon,” said Talky McTalkerson in soft-spoken French.

The POV character does not understand the other language at all. In that case, why would they mentally be able to give us a perfect transcription of the foreign words for readers? In that case, the character experience really is:

The man was saying something in a bashful sort of French—at least I think it was French. But I didn’t understand.

The POV character partially understands the other language. In that case, the translation struggle might even be part of the reader experience, and remains immersive, i.e.

“I really wish I had a…” Talky McTalkerson was saying in his quiet French, my poor student-learner brain straining to pick apart the mumbled crumbs. Something about… laveur? Washing? “I really wish I had a new washer too,” I tried in solidarity, and he looked at me as if I was an idiot.

(Note, I do not speak French and picked it out of a hat for examples <3)

Anyway, I think some exceptions can be made for words that don’t have precise translations! I like to do that with some of my alien language stuff if talking about the words deepens some understanding about the culture and people who speak them.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Pokemon, when I was a wee sprout in elementary school. It was never published lol but it was so incredibly dramatic and terrible. And it rocked

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? I will never get over Homeworld Elegy. It gets a little less attention than its predecessor—ah, such is the fate of all sequels, especially when it's not quite the same sort of story! But it means just as much to me. I don’t know how I pulled it out of my brain in six months, though I think I was processing a lot at the time, and looking back at the themes, hoo, it makes sense. I’ve never written something quite that complex before, the multiple POVs, all the wholesale alien culture invention, the making use of a past and present timeline, and the endless little circles connecting the two right up until the end. That and bringing in a stable of OCs and hoping people would like them… and I think it all worked even better than I’d hoped. I had no idea if I could stick the landing writing it, but I’m so proud of how it turned out and the things it’s inspired in some of my readers since.

Here’s hoping the next thing I publish will continue the trend of being my new favorite thing!! I’m really excited about literally everything I’m working on!!!

#ashcroft answers #ashcroft has opinions

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victorluvsalice · 9 months

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Welcome to Summer Friday in the Chill Valicer Save, everyone -- otherwise known as THE VALICER WEDDING UPDATE! Which is so massive at ninety pictures that I had to take advantage of the fact that I'm now on the new post editor and can upload more than ten pictures at a time to a post. ^^; So you're only getting hit with six posts today instead of nine (that works out to fifteen pictures a post, if you're curious). You're welcome. :p

So, let's get started with -- farm chores! Yes, it may have been Victor and Smiler's wedding day, with bonus Victor and Alice vow renewal, but that doesn't mean they got a day off from their usual activities around the farm. So this is how they spent their morning prior to the big event:

-->Victor started off his day by taking a turn to feed the chickens, then got sent to make some more eco upgrade parts -- and I guess the fabricator actually likes him now, because it didn't try to attack him ONCE. I guess I'm glad, since he needs the eco upgrade parts (especially since I discovered that you CANNOT Copypasto them while he was feeding the chickens), but I do kinda miss dye-sprayed Victor from that one alternate timeline. Maybe one day in the future! :p Anyway, Shadow wandered in while he was finishing up said parts, and I discovered to my delight that they could become companions -- I promptly had them do so, then had Victor take Shadow out for an early-morning jog (discovering in the process that the community garden area has these mysterious blue lights hovering around the trees when it's dark! I don't know if my screenshot did it justice, but it was pretty cool :D).

-->Alice went right back to writing her latest book, "Vorpal Rhymes" -- if she's gonna be an official Bestselling Author aspiration-wise, she's gotta keep the books coming! This proved to be a little difficult, though, simply because Guidry kept coming in to chat and distract her. *sigh* Dude, I don't know why you keep trying to talk to her, you guys don't really vibe well. As shown when, upon finishing her book and finding herself needing a bath, she chose to transform into her werewolf form to lick herself clean, and Guidry immediately got all scared and annoyed with her for doing so. Sir -- sir, you are a ghost. A ghost with a storied history of being a paranormal investigator if we believe your in-game backstory! You should be at least somewhat used to this! *shakehead* Don't let him get you down, Alice -- I think your beast form is pretty neat.

-->Smiler probably had the easiest morning out of the three to start, just recycling a bunch of trash piles before heading to their robot bench to make more chatterbots and a computer chip for future robot upgrades. However, as they were finishing up that, I happened to look over at the chicken coop and noticed it was REEKING. O.o How did that happen? I promptly had them give it a scrub and dump some more feed out there for the chickens, since we do have a full coop. Always something when you live on a working farm!

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #valicer #sims valicer wedding #yeah uh as I will elaborate later #I went a little overboard with taking pictures #look I was excited all right #and a lot of these pictures were in-game pictures #to make up for Victor and Alice having none of their ORIGINAL wedding #(one post of this update equals the number of pictures I posted for THAT update incidentally)#(lazy save no more that's for damn sure)#also fun fact: my original intention was to have the wedding on SATURDAY #but after getting the lot I wanted to use all set up and checking the calendar #I found that Saturday was going to be stormy and Friday merely cloudy #so Friday wedding it was!#I guess that did give them more time for the honeymoon :p #and yes the fun never stops around the Valicer farm #I clean that chicken coop constantly how did it get so stinky #game I have questions #and also other supernaturals need to be more accepting of werewolves #I do understand the vampire-werewolf enmity simply because that's the lore as per the Werewolves pack #but could ghosts and mermaids and the like chill out a bit?#give me some nuance in my supernatural interactions please #queued

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moonshinemagpie · 1 year

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2023 reading

Apologies to folks who sent me asks, my evil plan all along was to answer these in one post. What are 2-5 already published fiction books you think you want to read in 2023? -Emily Henry's romances (like Sarah Dressen for adults) -The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enriquez -Moby-Dick -Suzume no Tojimari by Shinkai Makoto (novelized version of the movie, which I loved) What are 2-5 6 already published nonfiction books you think you want to read in 2023? -Dead on Arrival: The Politics of Health Care in Twentieth-Century America - An Immense World by Ed Yong -The Song of the Cell by Siddhartha Mukherjee -Minor Feelings by Cathy Park Hong -Tsudzukeru no Ryoku by Itou Makoto ("Power of Continuing," self-help by someone who worked really hard to get through law school) Esutonia Kinkou by Kaho Nashiki (travel diary by a naturalist/children's author) Any poetry on your TBR? -Mai Der Vang's Yellow Rain -Cathy Park Hong's Engine Empire -Clint Smith's Above Ground Do you plan to read any genres you haven't read much before? I want to read more in Japanese about how to write Japanese poetry. Doing this thing right now where I write a haiku each day and then my students and poet friends read them and explain to me why they are bad. Feel like I'm right at the cusp of a whole new field of knowledge I wanna know about. What 2023 new releases are you most looking forward to? -Aubrey Gordon's You Just Need to Lose Weight and 19 Other Myths About Fat People (1/10) - f/f romance Behind the Scenes by Karelia Stetz-Waters (1/31) -Lone Women by Victor LaValle (3/21) -graphic novel Lost in Taiwan by Mark Crilley (5/23) - Crook Manifesto by Colson Whitehead (7/18) Do you have any conceptual reading goals? a. Food books, fun breezy ones and more in-depth ones. b. Books about non-people creatures like animals, bogs, moss, and rivers c. books on Judaism, Jewish history/ literature, and Jewish joy What languages do you plan to read in? Do you want to read anything in translation? English, Japanese, and maybe one cheese book in French. A few of the books linked above are translated from Spanish, Yiddish, and Italian. Are there any reading challenges you want to try? I'm starting my own! It's called Read Jewish Joy (#readjewishjoy) and it's about reading books by Jewish authors that are not centered around the Holocaust or leaving Orthodoxy. It seems the only books people want to read about Jews are exploitative fictional love stories set in concentration camps or memoirs from people who left Judaism. People really love dead Jews and ex-Jews, but not joyous Jews. Are you organizing any reading challenges/events? I'll make a little post about "read Jewish Joy", but there's no minimum number of books you'd need to read to complete the challenge. I recommend continuing your search until you find at least one you love. In my experience, non-Jews are really quick to stop listening to Jews. They search for reasons to shut down conversations and write off this entire thousands-of-years-old culture and religion as quickly as possible. So if you don't like the first book you try, please keep searching until one speaks to you. How do you plan to keep track of your reading? I write book titles down on my wall calendar. If you want my book reviews posted on tumblr, let me know. I love book journaling but I can't write with my hands very much. If anyone knows of a computer-based way to bullet journal, please let me know. What's your 2023 stance on rating/reviewing books? I want to rate fewer books on Goodreads because I'm tired of all of my ratings being used to sell books through Amazon. There are times when I do want to promote authors, especially indie authors, and boost book sales, but I don't like that right now the main place for my book thoughts is owned by Amazon. Do you plan to mostly buy or borrow your books? (Or be the unicorn who reads the books they already own?) Borrow! The Libby app and my local libraries are my absolute havens. How dare you suggest I would read what I own.

#bookblr #readblr #reading #books #read jewish joy #jewish #japanese #colson whitehead #karelia stetz-waters #emily henry #personal #anna veriani conquers the winter blues #all those links took me ages and ages #please click them

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sachinanami · 2 years

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Eternity (Timebomb Fic)

*Posted from A03 trying something new Sometimes you believe you do the right thing. Destroy the villain, destroy everything they've worked towards for the greater good. But, what right do you have to determine what is good and what is evil? You don't always know the motivations behind someone's actions. Why they tick, why they kill or even why they fight back. You will never know nor will you ever understand. As you both are too different. That gap of world views is enough to ruin the lives of the common people. No one thinks all that far about the people who will be affected. You want to save the world? Alright. What happens then? What happens to the soldiers of the enemy and their people or even their culture? They say only the victor gets to write history. But, sometimes the price of victory is great and one if you knew the price. Would you pay it willingly or would you find another way? Sometimes there is no other way and that price must be paid. Most of the time, that price is blood.

Ekko was a hero to the people of Zaun and it was not a title that didn’t bear the pain of thousands. They all suffered because of Shimmer and Silco. This was necessary and it didn’t matter how many died. They had to push forward. It wasn’t something they could just turn their back on. No. They did not have that luxury. Luxury was something the Piltovian’s had and they had it by the bucket full and then some. They would never understand their hardships, their mutual suffering that helped them bond as a people.

Yes. No one would understand. Not Vi, not Caitlyn who kept saying they understood. They didn’t . Those two were too busy trying to figure out who they were to one another and dealing with the petty problems of Topside. Petty problems of hunting Jinx and stopping her. Not, like that was an issue anymore. Jinx disappeared years ago and there was only one person in the world who knew where she was.

Ekko, her Boy Savior.

They had too much history that made it almost impossible for him to turn her in. How he would hold her and stare into her shimmer pink eyes. Jinx was a byproduct of shimmer and he didn’t know what the hell happened to her. She never spoke of it, during their times together. All she did was be there for him as she slipped into a deep sleep. Whenever he watched her sleep, he felt like her silent protector and would keep vowing he would bring her back. Away from shimmer’s influence and bring her back. He was going to pull her out of her endless torment. Torment, he had no idea how deep it ran and how she had left. That amount of Shimmer within her body had to have some negative symptoms. God, what he would give to save her. To save his childhood sweetheart, to just hold her again. Just all the ‘what ifs’.

But, it didn’t matter. She disappeared two years ago and no one was able to find her. Not a single firelight, not Vi or Caitlyn. She disappeared, whisked away by the wind, spirited away. Gone. Some people from the Lanes said she was like a cat and cats disappear when they know they’re going to die. But, Ekko silently prayed that wasn’t the case. Jinx was too stubborn to just die and that was the case here. She was too much of a chaotic force to just take death without saying something about it. But, what would he do if she actually did just die? What then? Did he know what to do after?

That was enough nonsense for today, he had to get his head in the game. They were in the middle of raiding the last Shimmer factory and it was almost over. All of this shit was almost over. This was years in the making, three years in the making if you wanted to get specific. Today was the day Zaun would be free of shimmer and they would finally focus on their recovery. They still had to help all the addicts and find them some relief. After they recovered it was turning their head to the Chem-Barons and their abuse of the people. But, it was one thing at a time. If Ekko had more time, he could do all of that and more in his short life. But, he had to be realistic. Keeping his team and saving the works came first.

“Hey, Ekko! You gotta look at this!” Quinn shouted from farther ahead, it was strange because they already cleared out that area. Ekko knew that he stayed behind to grab some of their research materials and study it to see if they could reverse engineer a cure.

“I’ll be right over! The rest of you go with Scar down to that lower deck, I’m gonna check on Quinn.” As Ekko spoke his order’s, something just felt wrong as he turned his heels and followed where Quinn’s voice came from.

Ekko remembered the laboratory well, it was to the right from where they were. It only took a few minutes by using his hoverboard and saw Quinn digging through some papers. Looking through the room, it was more of a mess than the first time he laid eyes on it. Papers were on the ground with multiple bags full of even more documents. Various books were stacked on top of one another and Quinn stood in the middle looking like a mad scientist obsessed with his work.

“No way…” The words seemed to slip out of his mouth as looked over at Ekko.

“No way, what?” Ekko was beyond confused as Quinn picked up a book and stood up to show him.

“Read this! The shimmer here is different! It’s stronger and more addictive than before. Even the formula is different! It’s only a slight difference, but that’s all they need to make a super drug.” As Quinn spoke, he pointed at the parts of the formula that changed from the original.

“Someone’s been trying to recreate the formula. Caitlyn has sealed off this area for the past week as we’ve been looking for all the workers and gathering as much information as we could. No one has been able to get in.” It was a long and slow process. But, they managed to track down all of the shimmer factories, even this one. From the looks of it, this was the biggest and the one that held most of their shimmer. That meant that Sevika was here, before we closed it off and lost everything. But, if she’s trying to recreate the recipe without the main ingredient she can’t make more. It’s been months since Shimmer prices normalized and were sky high. So, how was she able to do this?

“From the looks of it, there’s still one more place out there that’s producing Shimmer in smaller doses. It would make sense, the prices for it have been more than any Zaunite has been able to afford through normal means.” Ekko was right and he knew Sevika couldn’t do it alone. From his understanding from what Jinx told him, Sevika was more like Vi and tended to punch her way out of problems. Not the sort who would understand chemicals and be able to recreate Shimmer. That only meant one thing, someone was helping her. Could it be Renata? No, she never had any interest in Shimmer after most of the factories were destroyed. Jinx did say Silco had help and it was someone named The Doctor.

“Who would help make this shit? It can’t be a Zaunite, we all know how much this bullshit fucked us over.” Quinn’s anger echoed through the room as he came to the same conclusion as Ekko and threw the papers into the floor near his feet.

Quinn was a genius when it came to creating chemicals and cures for various ailments. No wonder, he was so upset. He was the one who put the suggestion to keep all the notes to see if he could make a cure. He wanted to save his wife who was in a coma and to give his child a proper life. It was safe to say they all suffered, they suffered enough and it was only one extra thing to look into. It was only a few more days before Shimmer production ceased and those involved were brought to justice.

“We’ll get 'em, their days are numbered. We’ll save them all. We all lost someone to shimmer. Justice will be served.” Ekko gave Quinn a reassuring grin and rubbed the last thing Jinx gave him before she disappeared. It was small and it was one of the few things she kept from her time as Powder. It was a small necklace he gave her as a birthday present and it had a small little gear on it that he painted silver. She made one that matched but in gold for him and gave it to him so they would always have something to remember each other by.

Hey, Boy Savior. Just in case you forget about me, keep that near you and I’ll always be around.

She was the person he lost to Shimmer to Silco. Who disappeared two years ago and could be dead. His childhood sweetheart and someone he loved more than anyone else. It was written all over his face, the pain and suffering he had to go through without her around. She wasn’t evil, she was misguided and she cared about everyone. Well, in her own twisted way she did. She just wanted to be helpful and told she was enough for her family. But, that pure girl was gone and became a force of nature. Yet, she was there waiting for them to come and get her. To say she was good enough for their love and that they couldn’t leave or replace her.

“You’re right. We’ve all lost someone, I lost my wife and almost my child. Eve lost her life to the cause and that was all because of the fight against shimmer. Hell, Ekko. You almost lost everything and you’re still fighting to save Powder. Because, you-” Quinn’s voice was one of angst and rage. He remembered their suffering and it wasn’t one that Ekko didn’t understand. But, he didn’t want to hear those words come out of Quinn’s mouth and that’s because if he did that meant he couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Shut up, let’s finish the mission and start looking for Sevika and her new supplier.”

With Ekko’s words being absolute to the Firelights, Quinn finished packing everything up and followed his leader outside of the room. They both knew something was going to happen and it was just over the horizon. Something dark, gritty and evil. It made them sick and full of anxiety. But, they were heroes to the people of Zaun and whether they liked it or not even heroes had to deal with things unfit for this world. Something that would scar the every eyes of anyone who saw it and sometimes even for the creators. As some things man has made don’t ever deserve to see the light of day.

#ekko x jinx #timebomb #arcane #league of legends #fanfic

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chaotic-super · 2 years

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Back To Krypton - Chapter 1

Read Back To Krypton on Ao3 here!

“I have some good news and some bad news.” Brainy spins on his chair away from the computer in order to face the rest of the team.

“What’s the good?”

“Well, J’onn, the good news is that I know what Lex’s plan is and how to stop it.” That brings a smile to the faces of all of the superfriends.

“That’s great Brainy, and what’s the bad news?” Nia moves to stand next to her partner and places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly.

“The bad news is that it is virtually impossible to get the supplies necessary to stop him and the most likely outcome is mass extinction.” He swivels back towards his computer.

“Wait! What?” Lena steps forward. “How can it be possible that Lex has so much power behind him that we can’t get what we need to stop him? What kind of technology could he possibly have that we can’t stop?”

Everyone looks at Brainy expectantly, simultaneously dreading and craving the answers to their questions.

“He has Kryptonian technology.”

Suddenly, Kara is the centre of attention. Everyone craning their necks to see her reaction, guiding their own emotions based on the look on Kara’s face. The look can only be described as pure anguish and thus everyone else’s expressions turn to pity.

“How did he get Kryptonian technology, and what’s he going to do with it?”

“I am unsure of how he got hold of it but based on my estimations he is repurposing an old Kryptonian defence measure that will effectively cause every alien ship on the planet to self-destruct.”

They all bask in the harsh silence following the explanation. Alex is the first to break it, “It doesn’t really make sense though. Lex hates aliens so why would he destroy their ships and leave them stranded on Earth? Wouldn’t he be better off making them all fly away to some distant planet or something? What gives?”

Brainy takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “The vast majority of aliens that arrive on Earth are refugees, all they have comes with them on their ships and so most simply live on their ships, repurpose them for living stationary. There is also a growing number of alien communities of which those who don’t live in their ships live very close by and so his plan isn’t to send aliens away. His plan is to extinct as many aliens from this planet as possible.”

Lena is more aware than anybody of Lex’s vile views towards aliens, his xenophobia is easily his most recognisable trait to anyone who looks close enough, however, this is taking it to a whole new level. “And I suppose that any aliens that survive will be hunted down fairly quickly.”

“What do you mean?” Kelly furrows her brow, her mind racing.

“The explosions would cause major damage to every major city and could potentially even cause major economical disasters. Humans have always found it easier to blame the victim than admit wrongdoings, we’ve seen it happen time and time again. The victors write history how they want it to be remembered, in a couple of years’ time, the entire event would be nothing but a distant memory of a time when humanity was invaded, and humans won a war against the invaders. Injustice has a way of falling through the cracks.”

“That’s awful.” Nia stumbles out as she processes the situation. “There has to be a way we can stop this from happening.”

“By my calculations, the chance of us finding the schematic for his device and having the materials to build a counter-device is at less than 1%, I’m sorry everyone, but it is in the best interest of everyone if we start evacuating all aliens from the planet.”

“No.”

Kara speaks for the first time, startling the group.

“Kara, I know this hits close to home, but we have to work in the best interest of every alien on this planet.” Alex moves closer so she can take hold of Kara’s hand. She can’t even imagine the pain that he little sister is feeling right now, knowing that the thing that could cause so much destruction is the work of your own people.

“I’m not saying that out of emotion, I might have an idea.”

“I don’t understand how you could have an idea when brainy said that the chances are less than 1%, isn’t he basically the smartest person on the planet?” Kelly tilts her head.

“Brainy can calculate the outcomes for every possible scenario that he can think of, but I may have just come up with one that is so far out of the box that even he didn’t think of it.”

“Well then Supersmart, tell us your plan.” Lena quirks her eyebrow.

“Ok, but first I need to know how long we can keep all alien ships out of the atmosphere, idling until we can bring them back in. Just as a precaution, we should still evacuate everyone.”

“If all ships fly as a fleet and share resources then realistically, they could stay there indefinitely.” It doesn’t take a mind reader to see how J’onn is already planning on leading the fleet, already solving problems that haven’t arisen yet.

“Once we have all of the aliens to safety, we need to get the schematic to the device and the best way to do that is to take them from the asshole that invented it. Luckily enough, I have a pretty good guess of who that was, a Kryptonian scientist by the name of Lo-Di.” Kara can still see the questioning glances being thrown at her and knows she needs to explain herself quickly or be spoken over. “I want to use the legion ship to go back in time to Krypton.”

Silence.

“Absolutely not.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Kara- “

“I don’t want to listen to you tell me that I’m just saying this because this situation is difficult or that I’m being irrational, I want you all to think about it objectively. So Brainy, will it work?”

“There will be more obstacles. Even if we do use the ship to get to Krypton, the whole planet has a shield that will prevent us from navigating or landing.”

“My father was a moliom, also known as a member of the science council. He had the override codes and I used to spend every spare minute I had with him in his lab. He used to keep all of his restricted access data in a folder and nothing makes a kid want to open a folder more than when it has big letters across the front telling you not to.”

“And you’re telling us that you can remember what you read in this folder when you were a kid?” Alex is impressed.

“Thank Rao for adrenaline. I was so scared I would get caught reading from that folder that it pretty much seared into my brain.”

“You wouldn’t be able to input the codes until we are already in the atmosphere so we would still have to free fall, the chances of us falling into view and getting taken into custody immediately are high.”

Brainy is already recalculating the odds of the plan working, happy to see the success rate getting higher.

“I may not be great at your weird Earth science but if there is one thing, I can do it’s figure out how to get us through the atmosphere undetected with Kryptonian science. I can do this, I know I can.”

The group look around at each other, all looking for something. Maybe they want reassurance that this will work, or for someone to come up with another plan, but another plan doesn’t come. Lena speaks up first. “Well, I’m in. I’ll help Kara with the atmosphere issue and you guys start planning the evacuation strategy.”

The group scuttles away leaving Kara and Lena alone in the tower. “I know this is a tough situation that requires you to be objective but just remember that objective doesn’t mean emotionless. This is going to hurt like a bitch so don’t forget to reach out if you need help. I’m on your side. We are all on your side.”

Kara begins to walk away and Lena’s heart stops for a second, oblivious to her intentions. She turns back. “Are you coming or not? Boring calculations won’t do themselves, although it would be awesome if they did.”

Lena smiles at Kara fondly, following her. “Dork.”

“I heard that.”

“You were meant to.”

“This would be so much easier if we didn’t have to constantly translate between Kryptonian and English,” Lena complains as she waits on Kara’s extraordinarily slow translation skills.

“If you don’t like it then maybe you should just learn Kryptonian and then Kryptonian science,” Kara smirks at Lena over her shoulder, before letting it turn into a grin when the pen she is using squeaks against the whiteboard, making Lena wince.

“Or maybe you could have just learned a bit more Earth science. You learned our language and know basic science here but never learned any of the terminology, why?”

“Your science is a hell of a lot more simplified which makes it really very boring. I haven’t got time for that.”

“I’ll agree to disagree if you buy lunch.” Lena puts on her best boardroom negotiation face.

“I’ll agree to disagree if you buy lunch with extra potstickers.” Kara counters, staring Lena out.

Lena, being whipped, agrees almost immediately when Kara busts out her heart-breaking pout. “Fine, I’ll get lunch. You play dirty Danvers.”

“You wish you could play dirty with me.” Kara shocks even herself with what she said, coving her mouth quickly.

“Oh, so the girl of steel does let her mind wander into the gutter every once in a while. Somehow I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it came out after I agreed to buy you lunch. The quickest way to your heart really is through your stomach after all.”

Kara’s shock has fallen away and instead, she just laughs at Lena’s logic. “Ok, ok. I concede. I will buy lunch if you never mention this again and definitely never tell Alex.”

“Nope, I’m ordering now, and I will happily agree to never mention what you said to anyone as long as you don’t tell everyone that I’m seducing you with food.” This brings another round of laughter from the pair of them.

Lena follows through with her promise and orders the food, which Kara flies across the city to pick up. They unpack it onto the table, easily passing each other their preferred items without hesitation. “Thank you, Lena.”

“You know you don’t have to thank me every time I get you food, you’d spend your life showing me your gratitude otherwise.” Lena watches as Kara tears into the potstickers, shoving one into her mouth using her fingers before she even begins to look for the chopsticks.

“That’s true but I was talking about being here, with me. I know this can’t be easy for you either, having Lex going all supervillain again and yet you’ve put it all aside for me today, not letting me wallow in my misery, making boring equations slightly less boring and not letting me feel alone. You’re definitely my favourite.”

“You’re my favourite too. I have to admit though, my being with you today wasn’t purely selfless.”

“What do you mean?” Kara has gotten almost halfway through the container of potstickers before she offers Lena one, looking aghast when she has the nerve to take one, despite the fact that she offered it in the first place.

“Don’t look offended when I take the food you offer.” Lena laughs. “Usually when Lex goes crazy, I feel like I have to be responsible for picking up the pieces, but you beat me to it and it feels surprisingly good, letting someone else take the lead. I know it’s a weight on your shoulders, but it is also a weight off of mine.”

“The food offer was for show, you’re not supposed to actually take any.” Kara smiles at Lena before her face turns serious. “You shouldn’t feel guilty for not fixing other people’s mistakes Lena. I can see that clearly, even when I am guilty of the exact same thing, but the difference is, the weight on my shoulders is always bearable because I have you on my team, all of you. Even Brainy when he’s being annoying. It’s why I know that even though this plan is a long shot, we’ll manage it, as always.”

By the time Kara has finished speaking, Lena is sniffling as a couple of tears work their way free. “You’re really good with words, you should be a reporter or something.”

“Someone told me that a few years ago, I don’t remember who, but they were wearing a power suit and offending Clark Kent. Any ideas?”

“Not a clue.” Lena follows along with her charade. “Whoever it was must be very smart though.”

“Oh, I totally agree, although they haven’t figured out our current problem yet so maybe we should re-evaluate, after all, how hard is it to work out how to land a ship massive with no navigation without being seen?” Unless…” Kara stands suddenly, the breakthrough they’ve been working on getting to all day is right in front of her, she knows it.

“Unless what?” Lena follows her, unsure of what’s happening.

“What if we go in blind into a blind spot.”

Lena tries to comprehend what Kara is telling her, eyeing her with a confused expression. “I thought you said there were no blind spots.”

“Well, there are no blind spots anywhere we want to be but there are blind spots on the planet.” Kara pulls up a 3D hologram of Krypton using an information cube from the fortress.

“And why didn’t you think of this before, like in the five hours we’ve been working on this?”

“Because there is a reason the council wasn’t concerned about there being blind spots.” Lena suddenly understands what Kara is talking about. Kara begins to map out some potential areas for them to assess.

“So, our issue is no longer how to get there but how to survive once we are there.”

“Yeah and if we wait until the last second to use the override codes for landing only so we don’t crash it will look like nothing but a blip on the system to the analytics team. I remember my father used to go mad about random blips showing up on the system, so they stopped investigating them after a while. It just means we’ll have to be more accurate about the time that we get there. We’ll have to make sure we plan for after they stop investigating but leave us enough time to travel through the terrain.” Kara gets more and more excited as she explains her theories to Lena.

“And they call me a genius.” She nudges her shoulder into Kara’s.

“That’s a praise you should reserve for when I figure out how to get us across approximately 3000 miles of dangerous ground, and that’s if we can make my first choice of landing point work.” Kara’s stress crinkle is out at full force no matter how many times she rubs at her forehead, it’s still there, mocking her.

“We got this.”

“Probably.”

“We should tell the others and find out how they’re doing with the alien evacuation.” Lena pokes her in her crinkle. “Put that away, we’ve just figured out the basics of step one, it might be slow progress, but it is still progress. “

Kara mock salutes, “Yes boss.”

“So, you have got the word out to as many aliens as you can to ready their ships and evacuate at even the smallest whiff of trouble?” Lena clarifies with Alex as she and the others return to the tower at their request.

“Yes, and they know to look for J’onn’s ship for guidance should that occur. Did you guys figure out how to land us on Krypton?” Alex glances over at Kara, who has her head buried in maps of Kryptonian landscapes. Trying to find the safest route for them to take.

“It was mostly Kara, she has really taken the reigns on this one, I trust her too, she really knows what she’s doing.” Alex’s eyebrows practically join with her hairline with how quickly they rose.

“Kara did this? She’s more of a ‘jump right in, we’ll find a plan along the way’ kind of gal.”

“Believe me, I know. We both know that this is different though. We are usually there to guide and support her where she needs but we all know that once we are actually there, there won’t be a lot we can do, it will be on her. We’ll be the aliens on her planet instead.”

“We won’t be able to help her the way we usually do but we can still help. Let’s go let her boss us around for a bit and take some pressure off.”

“That sounds both good and terrifying.”

“It does, doesn’t it.” Alex snickers as they make their way over to Kara but before she can open her mouth to offer their assistance Kara speaks.

“I was wondering when you would finish talking about me.” She glances up at them with a devilish gleam in her eyes.

“What have I told you about listening to private conversations with your super hearing, it’s totally invasive.” Alex’s face has turned red ad she has become defensive at being called out, despite the innocence of her conversation with Lena.

“Woah, woah, woah. I didn’t use my powers, I promise. I was just joking but I guess that now I know you really were talking about me. And to think that you’re a trained secret agent with methods to resist interrogations.”

Alex sticks her tongue out at Kara. “I was going to offer my help but you’re being mean now.”

“You started it.” Kara sticks her tongue out at Alex in return.

“Alright, ladies, how about we end this here whilst we all have our dignity, yes?” The sisters both make non-committal noises of agreement. “That was a question. Are you two finished?”

“Yes, Lena.” Kara is the first to swallow her pride. Lena simply turns to Alex, expecting her to follow Kara’s lead. Instead, she finds the older Danvers smirking as she mimes wrapping something around her little finger at Kara.

“Alex, you have ten seconds to apologize to Kara.”

“No way Little Luthor, I’m not whipped for you like this one and the eyebrow thing may work for intimidating rich old farts in the boardroom, but it doesn’t fly with me.” Alex folds her arms and glares, unwilling to do as asked.

Lena steps closer and lowers her voice. “What happened to our conversation about being here to support Kara?”

“All bets are off, this is a sibling argument, apologies can’t be forced.” Alex doesn’t look even the tiniest bit guilty for derailing their plan to help Kara.

“Is that right?”

Alex nods her head. She isn’t going to back down first.

“Kelly, can you come here a second?” Lena calls across the room and Alex turns a shade paler.

“Hey! I meant to say congrats on the breakthrough. What can I do for you?” Lena smiles wryly at Alex before giving Kelly her full attention as Kara watches the scene unfold in front of her gleefully.

“Alex and Kara had a little sibling argument, nothing serious but Alex has decided that apologies are above her, despite Kara admitting fault. I was hoping that we could all support each other but your wife appears to have other plans. Do you think you can find a way to rectify this problem?”

In lieu of an answer, Kelly takes Alex by the arm and directs her into the next room.

Both Lena and Kara laugh as soon as they are out of earshot. “I can’t believe you invoked the wrath of the wife on her. She’s going to get an earful now.”

“That’s what she gets for messing with my best friend.”

“Thanks, Lena.”

“Anything for you.”

#supergirl #supercorp #fanfic #kara x lena #kara zol el #kara danvers #lena luthor #back to krypton #ChaoticSuper

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cathygeha · 2 months

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REVIEW

The Deceiving Look by Victor Methos

Shepard & Gray #3

Was it suicide or murder? Sheriff Billie Gray isn’t convinced and asks recluse Solomon Shepard for his opinion. The photo she shows him triggers a dark memory and nearly shuts him down. This is a complex, intricately woven, intense, mystery with complicated characters that have intriguing backgrounds. At times I wondered if I had stepped into a series as bits and pieces of back history was revealed and yet it is a brilliant story whether it is a standalone story or part of a series as enough information is given for each character to flesh them out and each tidbit is released at just the right time. As I post this I see that it is book three and I read book two but not the first book in the series.

What I liked:

* Billie Gray: sheriff, daughter of the previous sheriff, has a temper, strong, intelligent, good leadership qualities, has a stalker to deal with while also dealing with politicians and her staff and a big murder investigation

* Solomon Shepard: survivor, in the past has worked as a psychologist, social worker and lawyer, from a dysfunctional family that the more I heard about the more I hoped he’d end up okay, intriguing man with potential if he is to star in future books

* Mazie: police officer recently hired by Billie, spunky, bright, eager, far from home, has a temper, reminds Billie of herself, has a run-in with the wrong person toward the end of the book

* The twists and turns, red herrings, potential killers hinted at, action-packed sequences, emotional issues to be dealt with, and personal information about each character that was shared over time

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing

* That I became invested in the story and wanted to know what would happen

* That I liked and could relate to the characters actually felt part of the story at times

* The conclusion of the story and wondering if there would be another book to follow this one

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about how different (and wrong) some people in society can be if they are okay with doing what some of the characters did in this book

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more by this author? Yes

Thank you to NetGalley and Thomas & Mercer for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

Sheriff Billie Gray calls on Solomon Shepard once more to tackle an investigation into the murder of a criminal defense attorney in this heart-pounding thriller from the bestselling author of A Killer’s Wife . When a local criminal defense attorney turns up dead, Sheriff Billie Gray arrives on the scene. At first glance, the lawyer’s death looks like suicide. But Billie knows this was murder. To assist with the investigation, Billie calls on her old friend Solomon Shepard, who isn’t so eager to accept. After a traumatic attack left him mentally in shambles, Solomon is on indefinite leave from the county attorney’s office. But Billie needs him. And he can’t say no to Billie. As Billie and Solomon hurtle into the investigation, they soon realize the killer may be closer to them than they ever thought possible. Can they catch a killer who anticipates their every move―before they find themselves in the crosshairs?

#Victor Methos #Thomas & Mercer #NetGalley #Whodunnit #Murder Mystery #Crime #Police Procedural #thriller

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jeudibeudibea · 9 months

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man i really love writing lore as an unreliable narrator. like, not from the perspective of an in-universe historian or something who doesn't have all the pieces (which i also do), but literally i, myself, the creator of the lore, am an unreliable narrator. it's so funny to write completely contradictory lore and it is technically still canon because i said it is. i don't like doing it in a scott cawthon-y way that becomes convoluted and annoying to decipher. just in a way that makes the world i'm writing history for feel a little more realistic.

fuck you (affectionate) for trying to piece together my lore, here is the in-universe equivalent of the American vs British curriculums on the War of 1812! NOW try to figure out who's right when the people in my lore can't even figure out who's right, AND i'm not gonna tell you! that's not how real history works, nerd! maybe they're BOTH wrong, maybe they're BOTH right, i don't know! that's not the focus of the story, this is just flavour text in the background of a dingy library in a pixellated RPG!

we never, ever have the full story for basically anything. even stuff that we universally agree upon is still probably somewhat off-base. [insert "history is written by the victor" addage or whatever.] everything i write is gonna fall victim to my own personal biases anyway, so i may as well take advantage of it. why the hell not lol.

#lore #worldbuilding #i am not a reliable narrator #if you ask me questions about my lore i will give you a wrong answer #but you won't know it's wrong because it's also a canon answer

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worminstuff · 3 years

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dreamsmp mcmh

dreamsmp members as teachers au: blrub edition!

mcmh = Minecraft middle and high school

no warnings:)

wordcount: 3.9k

I will also definitely take requests from now on with this teacher au! Weather it be reader x teacher bla bla or whichever teacher and whatever prompt you think of! Just plop em in my inbox and I’ll check em out! I may not get to all of them or even see them all but I’ll try!

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Mr.Wastaken - math

“The quadratic equation isn't useless, you just don't understand it. Here,” the students glared at the diss from their teacher. Dream turned his back to them as he attempted to draw another diagram on the board.

He took a quick glance behind him at all the kids, he was only met with empty stares.

“Oh come on- guys! Really?” he laughed slightly, a wheeze crawling up his throat. They looked angry at him. “You all look like kicked puppies.”

One of the boys in the back kicked his friend. “Jared!” said friend threw his pencil at him.

“Okay well obviously we seem to be done with math today..” Dream sighed and shook his head slightly as everyone watched the fiasco in the back. He’ll step in. In a minute.

“If you throw the pencil by holding it by one end not in the middle, it'll spin more.” he called to the boys in the back.

Mr.Blade - english

“Did anyone have any trouble or anything with the paired text writing last night?” his arms were folded on his chest, not in an angry or off putting way, his hands were just cold.

“Yeah actually I-” one student started,

“The rubric is the link under the one for the document template.” he prematurely answered, a soft grin gracing his features.

“How did you?..” the student tilted their head in confusion.

“You ask the same question every time.” Mr.Blade shrugged and everyone laughed softly.

Techno loved the little community that was his class, he's had them for about 3 months now so he's gotten to know them really well. This little bunch was incredibly creative and he really enjoys reading their assignments.

Mr.Blade sat down on the edge of his desk and slid his still cold hands into his pocket, scanning the small group of kids in front of him.

“Is anyone having any trouble?” He tried to seem nice as he asked because he didn't want to come off as pushy. There was a chorus of yes’ and techno grinned.

“Well as you all know, as Sun Tzu once said-”

Before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by a series of groans and sighs as everyone rolled their eyes.

Techno smiled to himself. He really did love his job.

Mr.Jacobs - history

“Amy!” Karl excitedly grinned and dapped up a small girl walking into his class, “Was that extra credit assignment i sent pretty easy or was it too hard? I can switch it up if you don't like it.”

Amy told him it was fairly easy and she would be done with it very soon.

“No rush ames!” he said as he craned his neck a bit to look at her as she sat in her chair.

He was just about to step into his classroom as the bell rang, but a certain hand tugged on his forearm.

“Hey!- oh hi nick.” Karl's smile grew. Sapnap smiled but shook his head softly, “I've got a class this period but I wanted to come say hi first.”

Karl giggled, “simp!” he whispered before turning to quickly walk into his class.

Everyone was excitedly sitting in their chairs, talking about due assignments and anything else they could think of.

“Good morning everyone! Hello, hello, hello i hope your other teachers have treated you well this morning and if they haven't then that's okay cause you're here now.” he pointed finger guns at the bunch of them and then grabbed the remote to turn on the smart board.

Mr.Quack/Mr.Q - Spanish

“Hola mi niños!” Quackity smiled widely at the bunch of kids sitting in front of him, there was a chorus of answers from the excited kids. Many of them were in the “wrong seats” as to sit with friends because today, today was kahoot day.

Every Friday was kahoot day where they always do some type of kahoot whether it be related to the lesson or not and everyone was always excited.

Especially kids who have PE before this class, the coach's competitiveness really sticks.

No one hypes these kids up more than Mr.Quack, which causes for the occasional noise complaint.

“Aye! Mr español! Keep it down here you spanish gremlins.” Mr.Dude pressed his head through the doorway scolding the class, the students erupted into a large fit of laughter only causing their volume to rise.

“You can’t put a volume warning on learning Sam! We're popping off!” Quackity yelled over the laughter of his students.

Mrs.Nihachu - art

“Oh my goodness! This is beautiful!” Mrs.Nihachu flashed a sweet smile to the student in front of her. She was handed a small doodle of a flower and she was already pinning it on the board beside her desk.

Her class was currently working on their test grade assignments, some making sculptures with cardboard or paper mache, some making clay creations, others painting. It was a big jumble of chaotic creativeness and nikki was enjoying it thoroughly.

Her class was often chaotic in this way, but during lunch time it was much calmer. There was a small group of students that would eat in her room to escape the crazy chaos of the lunchroom, and she enjoyed it as much as them.

She loved to listen in on the current drama and give advice where she could, they were her little buddies and she adored them.

Coach Sapnap & Coach Punz - PE

The sound of a whistle was no stranger to this classroom, or rather, this gymnasium. There was only one whistle, and two teachers. Both coaches made it ritual that whoever got there first would get it for the day.

Today, Coach Sapnap happened to get the whistle first.

“Okay kiddos-” coach Punz was cut off by the blaring sound of the whistle beside him.

“Airtight Kiddos!” Coach Sapnap clapped happily as all the students turned their attention towards the two Coaches. “It's kickball day,” he grinned deviously as the students cheered.

Both of them directed the class to one end of the gym to split them into teams.

“Okay so we’ll pick two team captains, and then they'll go back and forth picking their team and then once everyone's picked, the team captains can rock paper scissors to pick which one of us you want on your team.” Punz explained and everyone nodded.

sapnap picked one of the smaller girls in the class as one captain, and another kid standing near her as the other. Both of the kids picked through the class until it was separated into two groups.

“Okay! Ready?” they both nodded. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” the girl had picked rock, and the other kid picked scissors. Immediately the victor pointed to Punz with a small smile.

Punz’s arms shot up in the air “Aye! That's right! Gimme five!” he high fived her small hand.

sapnap smiled and shook his head, “no this works out perfect because i know you guys were hoping for me on your team, right?” sapnap joked to his team, one boy jokingly piped up,

“well..Coach punz is ideal but, you're okay too.” the whole class erupted into laughter until Sapnap blew his whistle ushering them to start the game already.

Mr.Notfound - engineering

“Mr.Notfound where are the extension cords for the soddering table?” George currently had his freshman period and they were working on a lightboard project. Today's task was soldering the leds to the correct wires and such on the back of the projects.

“Em..they should be there..are they just not? Or are they on top of it and you just didn't look?” he quirked a brow at the freshman.

“No, it's just not there..” they shrugged.

George nodded, “alright, do you want to go ask Mr.Wastaken if he's got a spare or would you rather me go instead?” George asked with a small smile. He was quite stonic before so he was afraid the kid thought he was mad at them. The freshman said they would and scurried off.

George decided he wanted to walk around the class and see how everyone was faring with their projects and if there was anything else they couldn't find.

He walked around all the desks and lab tables and stopped at a small group of friends all working separately but sitting together.

“How's it going over here?” He held a very small smile. The group replied positively and each showed their projects to which he praised. They were all really really cool already, and he couldn't wait to show Dream some of his favorites after they were turned in to be graded.

Mr.Fundy - biology

“Mr.Fundy, your coat is very...bright.” A student named Owen, was referring to his very colorful lab coat. He sounded as if he was trying to compliment him, but he really couldn’t just LIE to his teacher.

Fundy narrowed his eyes at Owen. Owens desk was directly in front of the lab table that was his desk, in the front of the room. Fundy was stood behind it.

Fundy placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, “are you making fun of me?”

“He SO is.” The girl next to Owen said with a grin.

“Hey! I wasn’t! It’s just very...different.” Owen defended.

Fundy pointed an accusing finger, “there’s that backhanded tone again!” He ended it with a giddy laugh.

The rest of the class joined in until, “alright alright! I get it! It’s not super pretty but! It’s a great Segway into today’s lab,”

The rest of the class groaned loudly, smiles showing through.

Fundy snorted a laugh and shook his head, pulling some beakers from the drawers in the table.

Electives:

Teacher Eret - sociology

“So she told you you weren’t invited? After all that?!” Eret was currently chit chatting with his very small third period clas that consisted of a small group of kids that happened to be friends.

“Right teacher eret! I was like, woah, that’s so honked up! So we all decided we’re not going.” A girl named Jane said.

“Well that’s very sweet of you, I would’ve done the same.” Eret patted the first girls head endearingly as he walked back to his desk to sit in his desk chair. The girls continued their small conversation, including teacher eret when they wanted input.

Eret was heavily fond of classes like this where they were all very close already and he found it easy to bond with them. It just happened that these girls did there work on time so they had plenty of time to chat with him and eachother.

His favorite thing was when they’d give him fashion advice, because he always took them up on it. It paid off too, he’s a very dashing dude because of it!

Mr. Dude - comp science

Sam was sat at his desk typing away as the class was doing a quiet activity. They were playing around with coding websites that are essentially games. The class was fairly small, so he’d grown quite a bond with his little dudes over the past couple months.

“How are all you guys other classes going?” He asked, turning his chair to face them.

“Mr.Notfound is honestly about to give me a headache.” One of the girls sat towards the window said, her friend beside her laughed and nodded.

Sam laughed softly, “how come?”

“His room is always a mess! I can never find the correct pieces for anything. You have to look where you wouldn’t think it would ever be and then that’s where it always is!”

A few other kids laughed and agreed as they had him aswell.

“Not to mention he gets grouchy sometimes when we ask him to much.” One boy poked in.

“He does? That’s not to nice. I’ll poke him about it.” Sam said to his kiddos with a soft smile, “how we feeling about a snack break?”

All the kids quickly agreed and he pulled a box out from under his desk with various snacks and drinks and placed it on the floor in the front of the room.

“Have at it!” He made his way back to his desk as there were various wrapper sounds and “thanks Mr.Dude”’s

Mr.Soot - drama

“Okay let me get this straight- you did the script assignment but you didn’t study the lines?” Mr.Soots eyes were narrowed.

“Well no i used the script to help but I didn’t memorize it.” The girl in front of him said, her name is gene.

“Hm. Alright, you can just read off it then I suppose, it better not render your performance though, geney!” He smiled as he nudged her towards the stage.

The students were doing this group project where they made their own story’s and scrips and they got to perform them for fun, not for a grade. They had a free day so they decided it would be fun to do it today, and Wilbur was the most exciting out of all of them.

He watched each one, giving copious amounts of praise and encouragement and he really enjoyed it. The bell rang faster than they’d all expected since they were having so much fun, and he waved them off as they went on to their next class.

Wilbur sighed to himself, a content smile on his face as he sat in the front row of the auditorium.

“What’s with the sigh?” A voice started him slightly as it broke the silence of the large room.

“Jesus phil, a bit of a warning, yeah?” He pressed a hand to his chest.

“Sorry, should’ve announced myself. My bad, mate.” Phil walked up the small steps of the stage and sat on the top few, facing wilbur.

“You looked awfully content, a good class?” Phil asked.

“Oh definitely. Love that bunch to bits. They’re so smart and they’ve got so much passion for theater but they’re so carefree and they have so much fun. I just love to be a part of it. Makes my job a whole lot more fun.” Wilbur spoke with a proud grin. It was true, he really did adore his students and he was beyond proud of them.

“I’m glad!” Phil stood, “keep up the good work, kid.” He clapped him on the shoulder as Wilbur nodded.

Mr.Schlatt - political science

“No you said it was before the time you had it, therefore your argument is invalid cause how can you claim you had it during that time if the entire argument is based around you not having it?”

Schlatt stared at the student in front of him. He was a tad speechless, which was impressive in itself.

They were talking about a stupid debate thing shlatt had made up, but he made it with a loophole, wondering if they’d actually catch it. He was very surprised one of the students actually did.

“You’re correct actually. Good job, ren.” His brows were raised as he tried to hide his proud grin. He didn’t want them to know how genuinely excited he was that they figured it out.

“That’s stupid.” Ren said, with a blank stare.

“Aye!-“ Schlatt was about to go off a tad when the door opened and Mr.Q stood in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting a yelling session?” He asked

“Yes.” Both Ren and Schlatt answered at the same time.

Mr.Halo - self defense

Mr.Halos class was one of the chilliest, like Erets and Sams, there wasn’t a whole lot of work getting done during class since they would just talk about various things and have snacks.

Today Bad taught them about various hotlines they may need to know about for different situations they’d find themselves in.

“Do they just make hotlines for everything these days Mr.Halo?” One kid asked.

“Well sometimes. Not for everything though, but definitely for a lot of things.” He responded.

He was currently sat cris cross on the rug in the front of his room, munching on a orange as the rest of the class was also having snacks.

He loved classes like this because these were times when his job didn’t feel like work, he loved that he was helping make sure these kids could be educated enough to protect themselves when he couldn’t. He worried about them, but he felt happy when he could see them safe and sound, and not hungry, like they were at the moment. He cherished these simple moments the most.

Even more than the times he’s watched them scrimmage some defense tactics and evidently fall on their butts in some instances.

Mr.Skeppy - money management

“Mr Skeppy, I'm bored.”

“Okay.” Skeppy replied as he stared at his computer screen, his head rested in his hand.

The student scowled slightly, others giggled to themselves.

“Mr.Skeppyyyy” the kid groaned, the kids around him laughing.

“Fine, if i put up a kahoot will you all leave me alone?” He smiled softly, sending the kid a side eye.

The class agreed loudly and he pulled up a kahoot about vines.

“Whoever gets first place gets 6 bucks.” Skeppy said with a grin as he leaned back in his chair.

“Isn’t that counter productive to the lesson we’re learning about waisting money on stupid things?” One girl said.

“Why six?!” Another student suddenly said, the rest of the class flowing into laughter.

Mr.H - hospitality

“Wait so your other teachers didn’t give you guys valentines?” Mr.H asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the kids in front of him.

They all shook their heads, “Mr.Jacobs and Mrs.Nihachu did. But that’s it.” One boy said as he shrugged.

“Mr.Wastaken didn’t even know it was valentines until we mentioned it, poor Mr.Notfound.” One girl said back, her eyes trailing of to the floor as she raised her brows.

Mr.H laughed loudly, he loved how his kiddos were so comfortable in his class to diss their own teachers.

“Well not here! Today you all have a valentine and that valentine is me.” He said as he placed little bags full of different candies on each of their desks. He put them together all by himself with little hand written letters. It was adorable.

They all excitedly opened the little presents and read the notes together, all of them giving Mr.H a hug.

It was a very adorable day in the H classroom.

Mr.Frost - horticulture

“Mr.Frost! Can we go outside for class today?” The students were filing in for class since the bell just rang.

“Sure! How about..how about we go bug hunting?” He replied.

The students all agreed very excitedly. Once the bell rang for the start of the period they began doing their begging of class rituals which included watering a bunch of different plants and taking care of the compost bin. Then once that was all done everyone got some jars and set out to go outside and see what they could find.

Everyone ran around trying to find different things and yelling out when they did find things.

“Mr.Frost! I found a caterpillar!” A boy named Lennon ran up to Ant.

“Really?! Show!” Ant watched happily as the boy showed his new caterpillar friend.

They discussed what type of caterpillar it may be before Lennon ran back off to his friends.

Ant loved classes like this where he got to be outside in the sun and watch all his students learn hands on in a super fun (and adorable) way. It was one of his all time favorite things.

Staff:

Mr.Minecraft - principal

“but it’s so annoying! Why can’t I just leave when I gotta go, why should I ask to take a piss!”

Phil stared at the boy in front of him, a blond one by the name of Tommy. This kid frequented his office way to often.

“I don’t know Mr.Innit but you’ve got to listen to your teachers, it'll get you out of my office and I think that’s something we both want.” Mr.Minecraft glared slightly.

“Oh come on! You don’t like hanging with me Mr.Minecraft?!” Tommy said with a grin.

“No, Tommy we’re not ‘hanging out’ you’re in trouble.”

“Well when you put it that way it seems bad-“ Phil cut tommy off,

“It is bad Tommy!” He scoffed, holding in a laugh.

Mrs.Puffy - councilor

Mrs.Puffy was a hugger, a very big hugger. So whenever kids came in crying over just anything, hugs were a must. Often students would visit when they only needed a hug! Sometimes that was her favorite thing.

“He said there was no-“ the small girl heaved for air a tad before continuing, “l-late credit, but but I didn’t have time and I- I need to get the grade and I just-“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! Mr.Blade seems scary but I bet if he knew you were this stressed he would be very happy to help you out! He’s a very nice man.” Mrs puffy wad currently trying to calm this girl out of a the panic attack she was seemingly having.

“R-really?” She asked Mrs.Puffy

“Of course! I actually think he’s got a free period right now, would you like to talk to him now? I can have him come here so I’ll be here to and it’ll be easy peasey lemon squeezey!” Puffy said with a big smile.

The girls nodded softly with a sniffle and puffy brought her in for a hug.

She would always have the kids backs, no matter what. Even if that meant talking to the big scary Mr.Blade, who was more likely afraid of her really.

Teacher Callahan - substitute

“Callahan!” Mr.Wastaken yelled, he was laughing but he was getting slightly frustrated.

Callahan apparently didn’t have a class this period, so he went to Mr.Wastakens class as he usually does to annoy him.

Callahan has been taking the pens for the whiteboard dream was trying to use and passing it around to students to pass to each other . It was very funny.

Callahan didn’t always pick this class because of Dream, he also picked it because there was a fellow mute in this period. Her name was alise, and she used ASL alot, which made Callahan actually learn a bit so he could talk to her!

Dream actually thought it was really cute, so he tried to get Callahan to teach him some as well, so he could talk to alise the way she communicated. This backfired terribly after dream learned that thank you, and fuck you, we’re actually very similar signs. Callahan had taught him the latter. Alise never corrected him, she only made a silly face and huffed out a small laugh. Dream apologized a lot once he learned. Callahan thought it was hilarious though, so often him and alise sign said sign to dream just to tease him.

Another thing Callahan did often was stand behind dream, and mock him. Dream would walk farther from the board as he would go on and on talking with his hands and such. Callahan would make his way behind him and pretend to sit on the edge of his desk.

So every time dream would turn around wondering why all the kids were laughing at him, he would see a normal looking Callahan who would only shrug. This always made the kids laugh even more. No one would rat him out though, it was teacher Callahan!

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Victor Zsasz x Reader NSFW | 18+

Fandom: Birds of Prey/DC

I don’t see nearly enough BOP!Zsasz appreciation here, so I’m determined to change that. Reader is fem, but if there’s interest I can definitely write stuff for male or nb! The reader also has a whole backstory because I’m way more into world and character building than I am reader inserts so this is practically a little OC fic lol

This is sort of set pre-Birds of Prey, don’t worry about it too much, it’s just fun

Warnings: Violence, Zsasz being Zsasz, reader is an assassin who unalives people, light smut

This is short because I’m testing the waters! If there’s interest, I’ll write a part 2!!

Requests are open!

When Roman announced that he was hiring a new girl, Victor was less than thrilled. He liked what they had going--Roman was the money and the brains, and Victor was the muscle, the devout follower, and the one who loved to spill blood. They didn’t need anybody else, especially not a new hitman, and especially not a girl.

You had grown up in Gotham City’s East End, a district that was infamous for harboring all sorts of crime. You knew every street, every dark alley, every burnt out shell of a once-great building. The East End was a far cry from Gotham’s nicer neighborhoods, with their shining skyscrapers and big fancy department stores, but what could you say? The East End was home. It was dark and gritty and dangerous, but you loved that about it.

Besides, it’s not like you could really go anywhere else.

You had developed quite a reputation for yourself over the past few years. Places like the East End have a tendency to breed criminals, and you were no exception--as soon as you left home, you followed right in your mother’s footsteps and became a gun for hire. Thanks to your family name, you had no trouble taking on the odd merc job here and there, working for mob bosses who didn’t mind the mess you tended to leave behind. Silent, sneaky kills weren’t really your thing, but you never really got into the whole...artistic thing that a lot of other killers did. You didn’t sit there and fuck around with the blood and guts, you just...weren’t very tidy. You were quick, but you weren’t clean. If somebody wanted their enemies taken out quietly, they knew not to even look in your direction, because you were not the girl for the job.

If somebody wanted to make a statement, though...

You were more than happy to crush some skulls and splatter some blood across the sidewalk for the right price.

Of course, so much killing got to be exhausting after a while, and even brutal assassins like yourself needed to relax every so often. So, that’s how you found yourself finishing up a job and heading back to your modest little apartment, hopping in the shower, and scrubbing all the blood and dirt off your skin as if you had just spent a long day at the office. It was all normal for you--the killing, the shady bosses, the weirdos you worked with--and you treated it the same way any of those prim and proper office people in Old Gotham treated their day jobs. It was a way to make ends meet, something to pay for groceries and take care of the bills...only, in your case, you were generally paid fully in cash, and sometimes that cash had some suspicious stains on it.

But hey, work was work, right?

That night, you headed to a club you had yet to check out. Done up in a little black dress and wearing some very expensive pearls you had nabbed off of a target a few months back, you took a cab and found yourself entering The Black Mask.

It was a nice spot, the booths and bar all packed with socialites and crime lords. Waitresses and shot girls flitted around, there was a band playing on the stage, and the atmosphere seemed to be cheerful. Honestly, it wasn’t what you had expected, given what you’d heard about its owner.

Roman Sionis was a businessman, as he liked to call himself, who had been steadily growing his empire. He practically owned the entire East End now, and word on the street was he was looking to expand further into the rest of Gotham. You had never met the man, but you had enough mutual connections that Roman knew exactly who you were the moment he spotted you at the bar.

“Zsasz, go get her,” he said, gesturing towards you with a gloved hand.

Zsasz followed his gaze and tilted his head slightly. “You got it, boss.”

You were minding your own business, ordering yourself a gin and tonic and elbowing drunk men out of your way as you carved a little spot for yourself at the bar. They were rambunctious, leaning towards you with wide grins and beady eyes that told you they were hoping to get lucky tonight.

As you were getting ready to throw another elbow, the men suddenly scattered, vanishing into the crowd as if something had scared them off. The bartender set your drink down in front of you, and just as you raised the glass to your lips, the scent of musky cologne filled your nose and you looked up to see none other than the notorious Victor Zsasz standing before you.

“Boss wants to talk with you.” He said simply, his voice rough and hoarse.

But you were too busy taking in his facial features to really listen to his words. His short hair was the lightest blonde you had ever seen, almost snowy in color, a stark contrast to the black stubble that covered his jaw. He was wearing a silky dress shirt the color of red wine, or dark blood, the kind that was thick and coagulated and dripped off of knives so beautifully.

As he stared right back at you, you saw the scars that cut into his face, straight, meticulously carved lines that you were sure he had given himself. After all, just as you did, Victor Zsasz had a reputation, and while you had never met him, you had heard plenty about the sadistic assassin who kept tally marks of all of his victims.

Part of you wondered just how many he had.

You took a sip of your drink, eyes never leaving his. “I only just got here. I haven’t even paid for my drink.”

“On the house, courtesy of Mr. Sionis.” Zsasz said, regarding you with heavily lidded eyes as he looked down at you.

Just as you knew of him, he knew of you. Even though he was pretty much locked in place with Roman now, Zsasz heard plenty about everyone else in the East End. You practically ran in the same circles, and he had to admit, he was a tiny bit curious about the lady assassin everyone was raving about. He almost admired the messiness of your kills, but he also thought that you were sloppy and too quick, never taking the time to truly appreciate what you were doing.

Now, as he glanced down at the swell of your tits as they practically spilled out of your dress, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill you, or fuck you, or both.

“It’s rude to stare, Mr. Zsasz.” You teased as you caught him.

“It’s rude to keep the boss waiting.” He shot right back.

“Fine.” you sighed, pushing away from the bar. “Lead the way.”

He offered his hand and you took it, holding onto him gingerly. The crowd parted for Zsasz in a way that they never would for you, smoothly and easily, club patrons giving him polite, frightened nods as he pulled you past. His grip on your hand was tight and harsh, squeezing as if you might try to run, but in all honesty, you were marveling at how warm his skin was around yours. You didn’t hate the way he led you over to his employer, and you knew that he was being gentle, or at least his version of it.

When he brought you before Roman Sionis, he immediately let go of you, moving to stand next to his boss. Roman himself was sitting in a booth, sinking into the lavish red velvet upholstery as he held a drink in his gloved hand. He regarded you with a calm smile, immediately gesturing for you to take a set across from him.

So you did, and the rest was history.

Roman Sionis had heard of you, and when he realized that you lived in the East End, in his East End, he had to have you. He had to own you. So, he did what he always did with people, and he bought you. All you had to do was complete one little, simple job for him, and he would keep you around on a regular salary, giving you all the benefits of joining his tiny little family. You passed his test with flying colors, taking out your target faster than Roman could have hoped for, and the next thing you knew, you were spending your days lurking around Roman’s penthouse.

You stayed quiet and obedient, not wanting to give Roman any reason to get rid of you. It was a good, steady gig, one you didn’t want to pass up, but you could tell that Zsasz wasn’t pleased. He scowled at you, always waiting for you to trip, always ready to watch you fall. You got the feeling that he viewed you as an intruder, someone who was messing up his life even though you gave him more than enough space. He would raise his lip in a sneer whenever you passed, showing off gold teeth in a maddeningly handsome way that always had you hoping and praying that he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks sometimes flushed. He never seemed to care, as he never made any other moves. Maybe he was under strict orders not to fuck with--or just plain fuck---you, or maybe he legitimately didn’t want to.

You didn’t know why you had started to care so much.

You didn’t know about the way he watched your ass when you walked away from him, or the lewd way he sometimes palmed himself right out in the open. You never heard his pants and moans as he got off to the thought of you wrapped around him, and you never got to hear your name rolling off his tongue as he spilled into his hand, hips rocking of their own accord.

Yeah, Zsasz was pretty much head over heels. He was fucked.

He didn’t know why he liked you so much. There was just something about you, something about the way you walked and talked that always made his cock hard. He had reached the point where you would enter a room, and his pants would grow tight. Did you even know? Could you possibly fathom the torture you were putting him through every single day in Roman’s penthouse? Zsasz wanted to grab you and bend you over something, anything, hike that cute little skirt up and just go to town on your cunt. He dreamed about it at night, he wanted it, he craved the taste of your pussy...

But he couldn’t have it.

Not yet.

He would wait. He could be patient. After all, Roman came first. Roman always came first. Zsasz needed to focus on keeping his boss calm and happy, and he couldn’t afford to get distracted, no matter how much he wanted to press you up against the windows and fuck you so that the entire East End could see who you belonged to.

No matter how badly he wanted it, Zsasz would wait.

#victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #zsasz x reader #bop zsasz #birds of prey zsasz #birds of prey imagine #birds of prey x reader #roman sionis #dceu #dc imagines

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HSMTMTS 2x05 Review

The Quinceañero was a truly historic ep featuring the first time two boys have ever kissed on a Disney show. Let’s dig in!

We got the second same-sex kiss in Disney history tonight, Big Shot had the first last Friday, and the first kiss between two boys in Disney history. It’s a huge step forward. That’s not to say that Disney is going to start approving more same-sex kisses or lgbtq relationships or characters but the door is now open and at least some other shows and movies will be able to eventually follow in HSMTMTS steps.

Really nice cover of The Climb, Joe has such a great voice. It was cute that young Seb had watched young Carlos’ dance vid and felt inspired. Frankie and Joe being an irl couple certainly helps give Seblos a good rapport but it also helps that creator and showrunner Tim Federle is an openly gay man himself. I think if a straight man was showrunner we probably wouldn’t get such dedication to Seblos as a couple.

It was a really funny ep too: Carlos saying his love language is riddles, Ricky asking Nini who they talk to when doing their confessionals, Carlos saying Miss Jenn was a master of smoke and mirrors, Benjamin Mazzara and Mike Bowen interacting. My personal favourite gags were when Big Red said he always wanted a nickname and Kourtney immediately did an office stare and when Nini said Picasso was a terrible person.

Gina still going through it. Kourtney is right that it doesn’t really make sense that Gina is now going to all this trouble for Carlos but to be honest the writing and pacing has been disjointed so far this season so a lot of things aren’t flowing as well as they need to. Is what Gina regrets convincing Ricky to go back on stage as that helped get Rini back together? That’s petty but fair and also true to teenage emotions (though she shouldn’t beat herself up too much, Rini were clearly on the path to getting back together by that point anyway).

Jesus Christ, Ricky needs to read the room. Last ep he correctly realized that Gina wouldn’t want to hear about his Nini issues and tried to stop Big Red from mentioning them but now he’s just doing it himself? Obviously they’re trying to drill in the fact that for now Rina is one sided but it’s a little much. Also really doesn’t make sense that Ricky wouldn’t go to Kourtney or Big Red for this kind of advice.

Sofia Wylie was killing it this ep, both her and Joe are showstoppers. A Dancer’s Heart was great and she did a good job of acting on the verge of tears almost the entire ep

At least EJ actually thought to ask Gina how she’s feeling though and she clearly appreciated it after she got over her shock. It does seem that reports of Portwell’s demise were greatly exaggerated, with the music and the longing stares they’re setting up for at least EJ to have a crush on Gina. Hell even Mazzara picked up on it at the end. I had noted last week that it seemed like Gina’s story line in S2 was being thrown out of balance by the writers dropping a planned Portwell plot and sure enough this week we actually begin to see Gina’s story arc not being entirely her pining over Ricky.

EJ also benefits by being given something to do instead of just standing around in the back. I’m glad he took Mazzara up on the AV club offer and they have a nice mentor-mentee relationship going on. It’s also a nice little parallel with 1x05 when Gina told off EJ and had a moment with Ricky and now in 2x05 Gina tells off Ricky and has a moment with EJ.

Matt seemingly dismissed Portwell as a friendship rather than even hinting at something between them. I guess he could have been told to keep it under wraps as much as possible but odd that they wouldn’t hype it a bit; it’s not like this came completely out of left field, people were wondering if Portwell might happen because of the moment they had in 1x10 and the facetime call they had before S2. Sofia has already said that Gina will have love interests this season and EJ being one, even if it’s brief, would make whole lot of sense since there’s really no one else for except Jack who only shows up much later and doesn’t seem to be in more than an ep or two.

Rini was sweet tonight. Yes Ricky is being clingy which stems in large part from his mom’s abandonment and in fairness Ricky and Nini have probably been used to spending much of their time with each other since they were kids. Loved that ‘I think you kinda you know’’ call back tonight. Looks like Nini will be cast as the Rose which should be interesting.

Miss Jenn is pulling Mike Bowen, Ben Mazzara, and Zach Roy. Good for her! Jike shippers certainly feasted tonight as Mike crashed a teen bday party just to see Miss Jenn and we got confirmation that everyone’s fave Disney Dilf was born in the 70s and must be no older than 51.

Well gotta love Lily’s commitment to bringing down East High and drinking scalding hot black coffee. She really seems like she just stepped off the set of Glee

Really hope we see those puppies and man was that wolf adorable

Not both HSMTMTS and Love Victor both making Okay Boomer jokes (it worked when Pilar said it to Felix but not when Ricky said it to his dad)

Big Red exposing Kourtney and Howie was good and it looks like their plot kicks into high gear next ep

Bet Tim thought he was real clever for that shot of Mazzara, Mike, and Miss Jenn in a triangle

A well shot ep except for one weird and abrupt cut from Mazzara saying Caswell to Seblos outside the barn

Looking Ahead:

EJ stopping Gina from leaving would certainly further their relationship and would parallel him being the one to bring her back in S1. I still don’t get why they didn’t just use the Valentine’s chocolates as a plot device to further this plot; just have EJ secretly send them as he was also lonely and you can still have Gina think they were from Ricky.

From what I’ve seen online this Portwell hint has been controversial. It’s true that there’s an age gap between the characters of 2ish years and a much bigger one between the actors but I don’t think that will stop Tim as he already had EJ date Nini. I’ve also seen comments that it would be a bad idea since EJ is leaving at the end of S2 once he graduates but he’s not actually leaving, they’ll keep him around in some fashion until the current juniors graduate.

So far it seems like Rini is the Rucas of hsmtmts, Rina is the Lucaya, and Portwell is the Joshaya.

Kowie starts progressing a bit next ep and we may possible see Antoine next week or the week after according to Larry.

Presumably Ricky’s clinginess starts causing trouble between him and Nini.

Still so funny that North High just up and decided to do Beauty and the Beast just to bring down East High.

Until next week wildcats

#HSMTMTS #Seblos #Rini #Portwell #seb matthew smith #Carlos Rodriguez #Gina Porter #EJ Caswell #Ricky Bowen #HSMTMTS Reviews

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