#(hotspot verse)

[miguelswifey04]

do you think miguel’s suit has its own hotspot? like you can just pair to it with your phone

IMAGINE THAT! now that would be very cool and unique NGL, and if he actually did he probably get annoyed yet still let you pair it to your phone LMAOOOO

“what are you doing??” he asked as he looked down at you. you were trying to get a signal from his suit with your phone as you happily went to your phone’s setting to get the bluetooth connection.

“connecting to your suit’s hotspot, duh!” soon enough you were able to connect the miguel’s suit that had a hotspot integrated for his AI, lyla.

“uhh, alright.” he would inhale and exhale sharply as he shook his head at you. you snickered a bit looking up from your phone and back down as you happily tapped away. he found it kind of funny but nonetheless it was cute you would try to connect to his suit’s technological perks—to get some sort of connection on your phone. miguel never used it for his phone but he left that small feature just for you. basically, you were a phone addict.

[agentsnickers]

do you remember me (tell me you remember me) by rehearsal_dweller

The odd thing about Les No-Longer-Jacobs is that Les remembers his last life on this earth just as vividly as the one he’s living now. He has always remembered.

It was hard, when he was young, to keep straight the here-and-now from the there-and-then. He’s gotten better at it as he’s gotten older, and it’s gotten easier to keep under control.

Nine Chapters, Complete <3

The Les Reincarnation AU is finished! Please enjoy this nicer post, since I finally made a header for this fic last night.

[transingthoseformers]

My thing with Megatron is I don't want to fuck him myself, I basically want to be his pimp/bestie and make sure he gets the dick he deserves

I've ran similar scenarios but my thing is wanting to give him the dick he deserves straight from the source which would hopefully be meeeeee

[immortalmuses]

@letoile's Katniss sent to Peeta: “People always tell me that I look like I’m not thinking about anything. And sometimes… I think they might be right. I think… I’m really bad at expressing myself, compared to everyone else.” 

ㅤㅤㅤSilence stretches in the wake of Katniss's words, broken only by the sound of lapping water on the shore. Peeta looks at her (he's always looking at her), but he doesn't say anything… not right away. It's not unexpected, really. He's not known for being gregarious, even in the time before the Games. And Katniss — well, more than anyone else — seems to understand how it can take him a beat to assemble his thoughts. She's willing to wait for Peeta to say what he means, in the way he means it.

ㅤㅤㅤMaybe that's why everything he's ever said to her feels important… like it mattered.

ㅤㅤㅤ“…D'you know…” Peeta sighs, the exhalation blowing fringe from his eyes as he shifts his gaze away from her, up towards the false twilight overhead. “… what this… I mean, all of this… has taught me?” The boy makes a perfunctory gesture at the arena dome overhead, oncoming darkness projected onto its concave surface in steady increments.

ㅤㅤㅤ"It's that people are good at seeing things they want to see, even when the real truth is right in front of them.” The corner of Peeta's mouth quirks, cheek dimpling with a half-smile. He drops his gaze back to her, can't keep the fondness out of his voice when he adds, “…I've been looking at you for years, Katniss. Never once have I ever doubted that you think with a thousand times more depth than every other person in our district.”

ㅤㅤㅤAnd Peeta would know. A lifetime of being looked through like a window with bad glazing, of being invisible even when he takes up too much space, will do that. People don't see him at all, but he kind of wonders if that isn't better. If it isn't an easier life to be dismissed out of hand, than whatever happens when people look at Katniss Everdeen.

ㅤㅤㅤThe boy leans back on his hands, palms sinking into the sand on this mockery of a beach, and marvels at how six months ago he'd have given anything for a moment like this. For even a semblance of solitude and Katniss's undivided attention.

ㅤㅤㅤ(He's such a fool.)

ㅤㅤㅤ“I may not know what it is you're thinking, most of the time.” Peeta murmurs, attention back on the distant arena ceiling. “…But I just have to look at you to know there are entire worlds in your eyes.”

[oceandirtcountry]

here’s a few thoughts I’ve had drifting around my head on @destiny-in-the-universe’s Project:Zero

Smack dab in the centre of every hero district is the Main hub (Zero Hub?), a place where everyone can go. It’s usually where evacuations happen, where troops are mobilised to handle threats the heroes are a tad bit lazy to go handle, and others, because god knows those residents need a respite from whatever our heroes are gonna pull.

Resident guides in the hub:

- Miko Kubota and Hector Nieves, AKA Miko and Five. Zero hub’s amazing (not really) tech support, they’re well-versed in all tech from many districts, and help their boss (Phil) to run the VR simulations system that allows troops to train, although its a bit…glitchy (eh? Eh?)

-Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher. Child prodigies who have built tons of useful stuff for the hub, although some of their ideas tend to be…comically overblown.

Zero agents, tasked with enforcing law and keeping peace, also ensuring that the heroes don’t go rogue, basically replace the Plumbers, Providence, Huntsmen, whatever super military that the show in question has. The most well-known is the high-ranking unit known as Kim Possible, who has pulled off some crazy missions in her time. She’s crowned as the resident “hero” of the Hub.

Resident hero of district 4, AKA Danville: Agent P, or as he’s more well known…PERRY THE PLATYPUS?! Perry is a literal platypus, but that takes away nothing from his heroics. He’s saved countless citizens in danger due to his ability to pull off disguise missions and infiltrations that other heroes would be too afraid (or too loud and screamy) to pull off. Probably the most little-known as he’s often parading around as a normal old platypus.

Resident hero of district 3, AKA the Providence science headquarters: Rex Salazar, or his other name, Generator Rex. Rex’s district is relatively tame and more of a science facility, but when shit goes down in that canyon, shit goes down. Rex is adaptable, quick on his feet, and has a far less privileged life than the other heroes…and tends to be a little spiteful towards them for it.

After a little team-up with the hero of district 10, the two become much closer together and begin helping to form the Zero squadron.

Resident hero of district 10 (he called dibs on that district) AKA Bellwood: Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, famously known as Ben 10. Ben takes great pride in protecting his own district, although he does end up with the most collateral damage at the end of the day. Bellwood is also a hotspot for alien invasions and the like, which may be partly because of their hero.

Resident hero(es) of district 9, AKA Vale: Ruby Rose, leader of team RWBY. Vale is far more technologically advanced than most of the other districts, and they do flaunt it to everyone. Every single person here boasts hyper-technologically advanced weaponry, save for that funny little blonde lady with kaboom gauntlets that make her punch hard. Being a relatively large district, it’s often plagued by dark, murderous creatures known as Grimm, seeming to be controlled by an underground source.

(For Randy and Danny, I figure I’ll let others take the lead on those, because while I’ve watched them, I’m not entirely super well-versed [ive watched little Danny Phantom, a ton Randy Cunningham] so it’s up to you guys. It’s just some ideas on how it works, but it’s pretty exciting!)

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

hi! i saw your request post, and can i request a gender neutral anthony story in which the reader and anthony hate each other, but reader and benedict are best friends?

Pride Before The Fall (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

AN: Thank you for reading my post before you sent this in! I hope you like what I've written. I left the ending kinda vague since you didn't specify if you wanted a resolution - which I think I'd be down for writing over a series of mini blurbs (rather than a full on fic) like something people can send asks in and I respond with a blurb type. Let me know if that's something you'd be interested in!

Content Warnings: Reader is gender neutral, no use of Y/N

Masterlist // Read Before Requesting

The park was a hotspot for the daytime proceedings of every season. Families promenading together, arranged around picnic blankets beneath canopies, young couples awkwardly finding their feet through small talk whilst being stalked by a member of their staff who would record all said to memory then regurgitate it to the rest of the household staff once they’d returned home. Sunshine pleasant enough to be basked in, flower perfuming the air with romance, ducks gliding across the lake, it was ever bubbling with the life of society.

It was precisely why Anthony had chosen to take a turn about the lake with Miss Harper. He maintained a brisk pace with his feet and his mouth, asking many questions to decide whether to rule her out of his mission to find his Viscountess. On paper, she seemed ideal: a cellist who spoke French and was well-versed with a waltz. However the sentences were strung together in a strained sense and Anthony found himself already deciding who he would speak to next.

As he and his walking partner drew towards his family, he spied – in the near distance – you. His stride staggered a tad before he negotiated with himself to carry on forwards. His gaze was set on you, speaking with Benedict, though from this distance, Anthony could not tell. Benedict withdrew his sketchpad from behind his back and held it up. You grabbed for it, but he held it just out of reach, walking backwards and teasing you as you bounded after him until you both reached the Bridgerton picnic.

Side by side, you and Benedict always had been bosom buddies. You knew about Benedict’s penchant for art before he told anyone in his family. It was this relationship that irked Anthony so.  

Anthony hastily bid Miss Harper goodbye then, with a quick adjustment of his coat, he propelled himself back to his family.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted, intending for it to be addressing everyone present.

However his stare was concentrated on you and your bowed head, leaning over Benedict’s sketch book. When you finally noticed you were being spoken to by someone who was not your best friend, you did not rise to courtesy, only offering a blank faced “Good afternoon, my lord” before returning to your conversation with Benedict. Anthony did his best to hide his disdain.

“I take it Miss Harper was not to your standards?” Benedict probed, snapping his book closed upon realising that Anthony was not leaving them alone. Before Anthony could retort, he and Benedict caught your confused expression, your nose adorably wrinkled with your brow.

Touching your hand as if delivering grave news, Benedict spoke sombrely, “Haven’t you heard? Dearest Anthony is seeking out a wife.”

You took a second, then you let out a sardonic huff: “God help her.”

Pride flared up, Anthony countered, “You still clinging to my brother’s arm as tightly as you do to spending your life alone?”

“Better alone than in your company!” That was what made you stand and leave with the last word being a quick farewell to the Bridgerton family (with your back to Anthony).

Benedict sighed loudly, pushing himself up, “Why’d you have to do that? Now I’ll have to listen to them ranting about you again.”

Turning his head to follow your retreating form, Anthony asked with his voice catching in his throat, “They talk about me?”

“Every time you so much as breathe in their direction. I swear I’ve not seen a couple so concerned with each and unmarried.”

With a pat on his brother’s shoulders, Benedict jogged after you, to continue delighting in your company. Anthony let out a haughty scoff.

“They’re already gone, brother,” remarked Eloise, not taking an eye off her book.

So Anthony planted himself in a chair, his back rigid, and pretended to making notes on his next potential partner.

Regret resumed digging its grave in his stomach as he saw you link arms with Benedict and begin strolling along the dirt path. It was far too late to curate any sense of kinship with you; it had been too late for a while. But he’d rather suffer in his emotions in silence and still get those tongue lashings from you than admit defeat and confess his affections for you only to receive your malicious delight and eternal humiliation.

Little did he know that, across the lake, as you were finally allowing Benedict room to breathe and discuss his latest painting, you let Anthony linger in the corner of your eye with a prayer of thanks for your defensiveness, for you would not know what to do if you had not left sooner – lest Anthony, the beholder of your heart, say anything more to break it.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

What’s your opinion on Pompeii then

tbh, i dont feel necessarily qualified to discuss the ethics around pompeii.

as i stated in the post, ocean liners and shipwrecks are one of my special interests so i know quite a lot about that kind of thing. ive watched a lot of interviews with survivors of wrecks or family members of those who died. this includes victims of titanic where family members have said they doont watch folks going down there to gawk at the wreck. there are also several shipwrecks that cannot be treated as tourist hotspots either because of respect for the dead or to avoid things like plundering or vandalism, like the fitz or the greek trading ship in the black sea.

because of all that, i feel that i know enough about the topic to speak on it and i will defer to what the survivors and the families of victims say.

im not that well-versed on pompeii beyond what most people know. ive never come across any discussion about it as a tourist spot or as part of "dark tourism', so my opinion is that my opinion on that matter is worthless.

if anyone who does know more about it, id love to hear what you think about it as a tourist spot.

[witchofthesouls]

I got way too many ideas, and now they're performing crossovers:

Like Do as the Romans had Done getting zapped into G1.

June: There is no such thing as the perfect man.

G1 Optimus making puns and being sweet with the kids when their Optimus and Smokescreen are handling new active hotspots that may be their ticket home.

June: Dammit.

June's internal struggle with G1 OP because she's has to deal the intimate knowledge she banged his alternative self and knows the sight, taste, and feeling of his dick as well as how sensitive his audials are.

Cyber!Earth inhabitants - newly transformed, acquired, and/or conquered - appearing in the Bayverse!AU where Mikaela is a Dragon.

Bayverse (Autobots, United States military, and the Foundation) is flipping out because of the active Titan. But said Titan refuses to budge away from the shores of Diego Garcia base, much less let anyone else into its space of its city-mode.

It's gonna be awkward for Bayverse!Optimus since he's a Prime of Prima's spark-lineage, and Titan doesn't like that particular Prime.

Diego Garcia will become quite a hotspot because not only does it host space alien refugees and the first Dragon in several ages, but a living city and quite a few active practitioners and alchemists.

The confusion by Cyber!Earth inhabitants have with Bayverse since their Earth is terrifyingly different: these oceans have limits? There are no catastrophic storms or immense whirlpools? Where are the towering forests of semi-sentient trees and the deserts filled with ghostly spirits? The cities here are bustling alive with millions and not empty hellscapes of metal and winter? Plus, them trying to hash out the existing agreements by the other Primes with the Bayverse!Autobots.

More Other!TFP!Humanformers and G1 because I totally imagine Miko, the tiny War-Forged Seeker sparkling she is, would try her damn best to take a huge bite out of a Quintesson if it ever showed its tentacles and five-faces in that verse.

The June-is-Megatronus!AU meets Bayverse: a moment where she accidentally transports herself, injured Optimus, and Smokescreen to Diego Garcia.

The Hammer is still functional because June picked up some things Ratchet... and then through caution to wind by hooking up her own systems and cabling into Optimus and basically jumpstarted him like a living battery, spark to spark. (TFP!Ratchet would be yelling at her. Bayverse! definitely done so)

TFP!Optimus is having some weird visions by the Matrix, June goes into a trance and walks into the sea with no notice, and Smokescreen is Smokescreen.

Optimus vomits salt water and cockles and aquatic life as June hauls out a revived Jazz... who then stabs her out of reflex and she freezes the mech out of defense.

Now, there are multiple people having a meltdown or a crisis, but June has an idea (a dangerous and ridiculous one) on how to get back to their universe.

[fatehbaz]

The Amazon Rainforest is often considered the ultimate wilderness. Here, nature rules ruthlessly in all its grandeur. [...] For many people across the globe, this would be their idea of the Amazon. However, recent archaeological research turns that image on its head. Human presence in the world’s largest tropical rainforest is not only much older than previously thought, but also much more significant and varied than long presumed. Until the turn of the 21t century, the ruling paradigm was that the soil in the Amazon was too poor to support agriculture. And, without enough food, it’s not suited for humankind. Today, there’s little doubt [...] that the Amazon was, in fact, a hotspot for plant cultivation. Eduardo Neves is well-versed in this paradigm shift in Amazonian archaeology and its consequences on our view of the past, present and future of the rainforest. A professor [...] at the University of São Paulo, Brazil, he’s worked for more than 30 years in the central and southwest Amazon. He recently published his latest book, Sob os tempos do equinócio: Oito mil anos de história na Amazônia central (“Under the times of the equinox: 8,000 years of history in central Amazon,” not yet translated into English.) [...]

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By that time [the late nineteenth century], naturalists and anthropologists had been working in the Amazon for about a century and had encountered very few people. They assumed what they saw was a reflection of the situation in the Amazon before the European conquest, not the result of colonialism. [...] Another reason is that they compared the Amazon to other places in South America, such as the Inca civilization in the Andes [...]. There they saw monumental remains, while in the Amazon lowlands they saw nothing of the sort. The easiest way to explain this was to look at the environment: the rainforest, with its poor soil, did not allow for agriculture [...].

Because the structures he found were so massive, he introduced the term “garden cities.” [...] [T]here was a great diversity in the history of the people living there. [...] In general, there still is a very generic view of people living in the Amazon. One tends to forget the Amazon is larger than continental Europe. People in Sicily are not like people in Scandinavia. Likewise, there is a lot of cultural diversity in the Amazon. And there always has been.

The oldest human presence we found dates back 8,500 years. But in other places in the Amazon the first signs of human occupation are even older. [...] In Brazil, we have the rock paintings of Monte Alegre, which date back almost 12,000 years. People have been living in the Amazon as early as anywhere else in the Americas. Yet, until the 1990s the dominant view was that people could not live in the tropical rainforest, as it does not allow for agriculture. [...]

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We now know that the Amazon was one of the main cradles of plant cultivation in the world. There is no longer any doubt about that. Numerous very important plants were first cultivated in the Amazon, including manioc, cacao, papaya, peanuts and tobacco. It is a long list. And we now have the archaeological evidence to prove it. The Amazon was a center for agrobiological diversity.

But that is not all.

What is the idea behind domestication? You take a wild plant and then select and manipulate its features in such a way that a new species comes into existence, which is dependent on human intervention for reproduction. In other words, genetic modification is essential for domestication [...].

However, in the Amazon we also see many species that were never domesticated, such as the açaí tree, the Brazilian nut tree and the rubber tree.

Not domesticated, yet very important, as they have been [cultivated] as part of the rainforest for thousands of years.

The conceptual shift [...] is that the Indigenous people who [...] live in the Amazon did practice agriculture, yet they did so in a different way. [...] Which leads us to perhaps the most important paradigm shift of all: the Amazon Rainforest is not so much, or not only a natural heritage, but a biocultural heritage. [...]

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The idea that the Amazon must be conquered, colonized, transformed and domesticized - it simply does not work. Look at what is happening today. We cut the forest, bring soy, corn, cows and grasslands. Over the last 50 years we’ve destroyed some 20% of the rainforest [...].

Two things: First, the idea of a protected rainforest without people does not make sense. The past teaches us there were once many people spread out over a large territory. And there still are many traditional inhabitants, not only Indigenous people, but also ribeirinhos [riverside dwellers] and quilombolas [Afro-Brazilian communities]. And these are the people that help protect the rainforest.

Second, intensive agriculture is a concept that urgently needs reconsidering. The idea is to produce as much as possible of a certain crop in one area for as long as possible. But take the Brazilian nut tree that grows and flourishes as part of the forest for 300 or 400 years.

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Text above are the words of Eduardo Neves. As interviewed and transcribed by Peter Speetjens. “’Many features of the Amazon are man-made’: Q&A with archaeologist Eduardo Neves.” Mongabay. 3 May 2023. [The italicized first paragraph in this post was published by Speetjens/Mongabay as a sort of introduction, published alongside the responses of Neves. Bold emphasis and paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[swampgh0stt]

I'm just trying to get back into writing. This isn't any specific verse, it's my own thing.

Peter’s seen a lot of weird things during his time as Spider-Man. New York City was a hotspot for creatives of all kinds, including some of the wildest encounters he had ever seen (and that wasn’t including the super villains). Harry outright refused to use the subway at times, citing rats and people in costumes, streamers with inflatable kiddie pools, and he swore he saw a half-human rat man once. Peter wasn’t really sure about the rat man, but well… it's New York. All of this just to say, he expected the unexpected-- and still, Harry managed to catch him off guard when he returned home in the early morning hours after a long night out as Spider-Man. 

The mask was peeled away as he climbed through one of the penthouse windows, eager to get a quick shower and crawl in bed beside his husband. It felt like a mad dash to the bathroom, tip-toeing with that infamous spider stealth to avoid waking their infant son. One shower later and the exhaustion was starting to take its toll. Peter threw on a pair of boxers, opened the bedroom door--

And stopped abruptly as a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared right back at him. 

His heart leapt into his throat, seeing a large, white furred body taking up most of the bed space. (That’s impressive in and of itself!! Harry had a huge bed in the penthouse). Peter’s immediate assumption was that this was the work of some villain trying to get their claws into Oscorp, turning Harry into an animal for ransom against Norman. But then he took note of the other, very visible lump in the bed. Now he had more questions. 

“Harry?” Peter was afraid to raise his voice too much, worried about startling the beast currently staring him down. Was it some exotic breed of dog? ‘That’s a huge dog,’ he thought as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “Harry!” Peter hissed the name, stuck in the doorway with a frown on his lips. 

Finally, his husband awoke and sat upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a groan. “What?”

“What do you mean, what? What is that!?” Peter asked in a hushed yell. 

“Oh--” Harry reached a hand over for the she-wolf on his bed, gently petting her back. “Isn’t she pretty?” Peter felt envious of his husband; even just woke up, Harry still looked like one of those beautiful renaissance paintings. It was as if every movement he made was carefully planned, nothing done without purpose. 

But Peter still couldn’t focus on that with the large beast on the bed. “Hare, I’m really tired. And I uh.. I don’t wanna get my face ripped off before I go to bed. Can we not do this now?”

At that, Harry conceded with a hum and snapped his fingers for the she-wolf’s attention. The great white beast followed his hand to the floor and curled up by his bedside with a huff. Peter felt a weight lift as he was finally granted access to the bed, quickly climbing in beside his still half-asleep husband. 

“Where’d you get her?” He asked softly, pulling Harry flush against his chest. Peter ran his fingers gently through thick black hair, knowing that was the quickest way to lull his husband back to sleep. 

“Quentin,” Harry answered with a soft hum. “Named her Lyra..”  Somehow, he wasn’t surprised. Peter rolled his eyes with a sigh, but thought better of starting the game of 20 Questions that desperately fought for breath on his lips. He could ask later, when they were both a little more awake.

[inifinitypink]

wel, hello again folks! been a while since I shared anything related to kirbo in general and now, I would like to scream in happiness as I share my boy, ADO with you!

1st doodle: well, here's the happy mama boy! (even though, he doesn't have one), in contrast to his counterpart, isn't actually shy but, rather, socially awkward but, if someone were to start the conversation about something he IS interested in, he will be more talkative n all. Oh! and who's that fairy that resembles ribbon in the bg? why that's Kawashima/BOW! (ribbon's counterpart), after meeting in the crystal shard incident, Ado and her became very close friend and their passion in exploring the universe made them become adventurers of their own and they began exploring the wide universe since.

2nd doodle: I can't say much about this one other then, a moot of mine stated ado x nana as a crack joke, I got influenced and now, it's canon in my popopo verse au lol.

3rd doodle: nobody in this universe can break crowned ddd or normal's ddd's record of having their bodies taken as the local hotspot for dark matter possession but, if there was a rankin' scale and I ranked the painter boy, I would say he would be in the 3rd rank.. cuz he (as well as adeleine) got possessed three times, but, the third time was more of a "group" possession thing by the bad jamba heart that literally slammed to his head made him go crazy, luckily for the painter, BOW was there to save hhi! even though she had to take extreme measures with the situation

[terrence-silver]

I LOVE AND ADORE your Terry McCain headcanons. They are so well thought out and fit him so well and make me fall in love with him even more. May I ask for some summer headcanons involving him? What does he do on those hot, sticky Chicago days (and nights?)

Terry McCain seems very outgoing, to be honest.

Like, we only get glimpses of it, but nightlife seems like a huge part of what this man does during his free leisure time, so I do envision hot, stick Chicago summer days and (nights) as you call them involve him being out and about on the town when his work schedule allows it, and he's simply so well-versed in which clubs, bars, cafes and hotspots to frequent around Chicago (and he does have his favorites he's more than loyal to, along with the patrons, personnel and owners in it, so one can possibly find him at the same place --- more than likely, at the Deja Vu, of course) that if anyone ever ran into him by accident without knowing he's a Detective, they'd think he's simply some bon vivant. A man who lives good and lives fast. Possibly playing on stage somewhere, entertaining a familiar crowd. Maybe even singing, if he's persuaded into it and he acts a bit humble about it. Some amateur standup routine where it turns out he has a good sense of humor and can humor people pretty well? Also possible, yes.

Afterhours, when the asphalt out on the town gets too hot and it is a little too late, out of respect to the club patrons because he doesn't want to be keeping them up way too long, he might bid his polite, grateful goodbyes and retreat to his apartment with some takeout chow and call it a night. Hey. He's only human. He knows the order of things too. Law abiding McCain and all.

[meowdytumble]

Amongst the unforgiving and deserted west of Texas, there lives three clans, surviving and quite possibly thriving amongst the brush. The Western Territories is a story exploring the daily life of these cats, and just how they get by.

RAYCLAN;

Based within the deadlands before the Sunblanch. They guard this ritualistic site with their lives, and are known for their strength and independence within hard times due to their ability to thrive within a dehydrated and starving wilderness. Led by Briarsun and Lizardgulch, healed by Nightdust. 40+ members strong.

HOOFCLAN;

A few miles east from the Sunblanch lies HoofClan, a sparsely populated clan that resides within an old mining town. HoofClan is very well-versed within crafting and Twoleg items, given that they live in what was a Twoleg hotspot. They're known for their untrusting nature and wisdom. Led by Hawksun and Windbreak, healed by Fallenrock. The exact population is unknown, speculated to be the smallest of the Three.

BONECLAN;

Furthest west of the Sunblanch, BoneClan rests against a lake in a sort of oasis-- or rather, as oasis as youll get within the scraps of the deserted wilderness. Skinny yet lean, BoneClan cats have lightning fast reflexes, massive paws, and a shattering bite. They're built for the thick bark trees and rushing rapids surrounding their hidden territory. Led by Bearsun and Thicketbranch, healed by Harejump.

[faithfulcat111]

WIP Wednesday

Internet is out all day for work (thank you hotspot), so I am trying to put at least a little effort into some of my WIPS. Have a little bit from the next bit from the Mapleswood Castle-verse:

“Your choice: dare of either…” Max wasn’t fully listening at this point. It was a beautiful summer day, just on the right side of pleasantly warm. She wasn’t sure where Robin or Steve had disappeared off to, but the school had been let out for the day as well so she was just basking in the warm sun rays out in the training field while Dustin hemed and hawed over the next dare he would try to come up with. Mike and Will weren’t that far away, whispering to each other as Will scribbled something on a piece of parchment. She was missing the other two members of their troupe, but not so much that she couldn’t enjoy this perfect day. “Either kissing Mike or kissing Sir Hops-a-Lot.” Scratch all that. This was the worst day ever and she would be needing to strangle Dustin before the day was up. She was sure that Lucas and Will would at least help her once she explained why.

[swede1952]

Good morning. ☕☕☕

4 December 2024

I have a tech coming this morning to work on my home internet and telephone. We switched from a regular landline phone to a U-verse phone which is VOIP - I'm pretty sure. He's supposed to double my regular internet speed as well. Which would be from a whopping 1.5 Mbps to 3 Mbps. The VOIP phone is much less expensive. The internet … well I usually just use a hotspot because it's faster, not screaming fast, but fast enough that I can get things done. Right now, I get 25 Mbps going through my hotspot device and over 700 Mbps using my phone as a hotspot. I think my hotspot device breaks down into 32 25 Mbps segments. I need to look into that.

Hmmm … I just looked up a word on the internet and the definition had a word that I had to look up. 😆

“It is the greatest truth of our age: Information is not knowledge.” - Caleb Carr