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[mentalisttraceur]

Speaking Hexadecimal

Fluently and Unambiguously

I previously proposed a way of saying hexadecimal numbers clearly and efficiently in English, but that was only good for situations where it was otherwise unambiguous that the numbers were in base-16, and it still had some room for getting "wires crossed" with base-10. Now I finally have a proposal I'm satisfied with to finish the job:

We first add distinct words for the six extra "digits":

A is alf, B is brav, C is char, D is delt, E is eck, and F is fost. These are based on the pronunciation of the first six NATO phonetic alphabet words: "alpha", "bravo", "charlie", "delta", "echo", and "foxtrot", except that: we simplify "foxt" to "fost" to make it easier to say, we change the spelling of "alph" to make it more accessible to people not familiar with English's "ph", and the spelling of "eck" makes it obvious that it's a K sound, not a CH sound.

Then we replace "-ty" with "-tex". "-tex" is meant to be evocative of "hex", but the "t" fits the pattern of English number words better:

So 20 in hexadecimal is twentex, not "twenty". 21 is twentex-one, 22 is twentex-two, and so on. 2A is twentex-alf, 2B is twentex-brav, and so on. 30 is thirtex, 31 is thirtex-one, [...], 3A is thirtex-alf, and so on. Fortex, fiftex, sixtex, seventex, eightex, ninetex, alftex, bravtex, chartex, deltex, ecktex, and fostex.

English has special words for 10-19, but we can just use the same regular pattern in hexadecimal for 10-1F as for 20-FF. So 10 is ontex. It's "ontex" and not "onetex" to match the speed and distinctiveness that we get with twenty, thirty, forty, and fifty having slightly different pronunciations and spellings versus two, three, four, and five. 11 is ontex-one, 12 is ontex-two, 13 is ontex-three, and so on.

100 is "hunhex". This continues the mnemonic pattern - English number word, with a hexadecimal-hinting ending. 101 is "one hunhex and one," or just "hunhex and one" for short, just like we say decimal hundreds. 201 is "two hunhex and one", 2D4 is "two hunhex and deltex-four", and so on, all the way up to FFF - "fost hunhex and fostex-fost".

Incidentally, the modern English quirk of saying a number like 2463 as "twenty-four (hundred), sixty-three" instead of "two-thousand, four-hundred, and sixty-three" works really well for hexadecimal numbers: for example, 1AD4 is often written as 1A D4, and can be read as "ontex-alf (hunhex), deltex-four".

In fact, unlike decimal, in hexadecimal it is far more natural and useful, especially given modern technology, to do groups of two. So we don't even bother with another irregular word like "thousand" - instead, we just go directly to using the same Latin prefixes that large numbers in English use (billion, trillion, quadrillion, and so on), for multiples of two more hex digits:

So 10000 is a bihex, 1000000 is a trihex, 100000000 is a quadrihex, 10000000000 is a quintihex, 1000000000000 is a sextihex, 100000000000000 is a septihex, 10000000000000000 is an octohex, and so on. Technical people will appreciate that we're basically counting bytes here, and that a hunhex is one larger than the maximum value in a 1-byte unsigned integer - ditto bihex for 2 bytes, quadrihex for 4 bytes, octohex for 8 bytes, and so on.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Leon S Kennedy x/+ sibling!reader pt.3

Plot: You're working with him

Tw: Violence, drugs, angst, ...

ps: we really like to break him, huh? Aslo reading the first parts is recommended

Pt 1 - Pt2

If you thought the man was devastated before, you're not ready for this one.

So let's keep most of the scenario of pt2 but switch it up a little.

Leon did attempt that one night but when he saw how devastated you were, he promised he'd never try that again.

So after 1 or 2 more years, you're both out of the academy.

They gave you 10days to get your stuff together before you guys actually start to work.

In that time, you both cuddled, cried a lot, talked, ...

when the end of your "vacation" comes closer he starts to get really anxious again.

He always stays with you. It got so bad that he even waited around in the hallway while you did your stuff in the bathroom.

He'd probably sleep with you or at least in the same room.

Of course, if you guys sleep in the same bed, you put a pillow wall in between the two of you, like homies that are scared to wake up inside one another 😂😭

Anyway...

Picture this:

You're in the hallway leading to the front door, tying up your shoes (these), so it's taking you quite a while since you're making sure everything is tight and secured. Leon was already full dressed which left him time to lecture you on anything he possibly could.

"What's the code if you need backup?" He'd ask. It's the 20th question he asked you since you woke up. He's just making sure you're as safe as you can possibly be.

"huuuuh... 11-99...?" you'd say a bit hesitant. Of course you knew it but he was making you a bit nervous with all the questions.

"You shouldn't be hesitating at all ___." He'd say, a bit surprised and slightly angry.

"I know it, okay?! You're just asking too many questions."

"Shooting?" He'd asks you whole looking you straight in the eye.

"10-71." You'd answer while starting to get upset because he keeps distracting you, and you still haven't toed your laces.

He'd mutter out a little "good."Under his breath before closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

"Hey Leon. Look at me, please."

He'd do it and wait for you to keep going.

"We'll both be alright, kay? Plus, even if we're not on the same team, we're still in the same company. We'll see each other often, yeah?" You'd say while nodding to emphasise the positive affirmations in your questions.

"Right." He'd say, finally relaxing a little.

"Your turn. What do the letters mean in the phonetic alphabet?" You'd ask just to tease him.

"Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, Juliett, Kilo, Lima, Mike, November, Oscar, Papa, Quebec, Romeo, Sierra, Tango, Uniform, Victor, Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu." He'd say immediately without any hesitation.

"Damn, boy. Relax, I was just teasing. " You'd say, clearly surprised. Of course, you knew them too, but you weren't expecting him to let this out almost automatically.

So after a bit more talking, you're both going into the garage to finally go to work.

After fighting a bit to decide who would drive, he won.

The first day was pretty slow, just a few junkies making a scene in the middle of a popular avenue.

You made them leave, and everything was going great until one of them had an outburst and unexpectedly stabbed you with a used needle.

This caused a lot of commotion, and since this was a rookie mistake, everyone knew about this incident. Including Leon.

He picked you up at the hospital after you had tests and an antibiotics shot.

He was so mad. He yelled at you once you both were in the car.

He called you tons of mean words and kept telling you how stupid you were to let that happen.

Of course, he doesn't mean it, but he was so scared this would end badly.

So you guys had a really bad argument that led you to tears.

He never apologised for the thing he said that night.

It led to the both of you slowly drifting apart.

Eventually, you moved in the quarter while he stayed at home.

You'd still see each other but only at formal reunions.

His alcohol problem got pretty bad. He drinks every night after work until he falls asleep.

Hi, sorry if this is a bit rushed, I'll probably edit this later to add more stuff.

Hope you still liked it tho :)

have a good day/night and be safe everyone <33

[karriethemechtech]

. . .initializing. . .

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Uplink initialized. Enter login:

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Login accepted. Welcome, WO DeLacey.

SLDF OS ver. 17.1.4 “Evergreen”

Input command: “aActionRep.hpg.ex -c init”

. . . . . .

Units Deployed:

Alpha

Bravo

Charlie

Objectives:

Alpha

Bravo

Charlie

After-Action Report:

“Lorem ipsum dolor sit adet”

Engaged and Destroyed:

Delta

Epsilon

Foxtrot

Damage and Losses:

Alpha

Bravo

Charlie

Comms Log Excerpt:

[ERR] No blackbox connected

. . .aActionRep.hpg.ex initialized successfully! 1 error(s) found.

Input command: “send initLog.hpg.tx”

. . .initLog.hpg.tx sent to COMGEN Hazen.

Input command: “off”

. . . . .

Good day, WO DeLacey.

[agbpaints]

With a couple very Liao mechs added to my collection recently, I've decided to go and start building myself a force of Capellans. With some vindicators, combat vehicles, and battle armor sorted I started digging around for some more CCAF designs to round out an augmented company. Then I remembered the Men Shen.

Don't let TRO:3060's janky visuals fool you, this walking gym shoe is one of the most technically advanced 'mechs the inner sphere built up to its intro date, Hellespont Industrials and the Confederation's Ministry of Appropriations spared no expense when they outfitted their first domestically designed omnimech. The 'mech is built around the heart and bones of a Magna 330 XL fusion engine seemingly designed expressly for the Men Shen and a 55 ton endo steel frame, with a normal top speed of nearly 100 kph, augmented up to 130 kph in short bursts by the 'mech's integral myomer accelerator signal circuits. This speed is paired with a thick skin, with the mech mounting 11 tons of standard armor, more than 95% the chassis possible total protection and enough for every component except the arms and head to take an AC/20 shot without internal damage. The mech carries 10 double heat sinks and an active probe fixed to the chassis, with the remaining 17 tons available as pod space.

The Men Shen MS1-O mounts a single LRM-15 with an attached Artemis IV fire control unit in its torso and a pair of medium pulse lasers in each arm. Intended as an all range skirmisher, the Prime configuration can leverage its speed to keep the range open while harassing with its missiles before driving in to deliver a finish off foes or pick appart scouts and picket mechs with its quartet of lasers. While the endurance of the LRM is somewhat questionable given it only comes with a single ton of ammunition, the speed at which the MS1-O depletes its missiles is probably a good thing given the XL engine and lack of CASE.

The Men Shen's alternate configurations fall into roughly three groups- either serving as remixes of the Prime's role, specializing in hunting non-mechs in a combined arms environment, or working as medium range strikers and forward operating units.

The Delta and Golf are Prime lookalikes, pairing a long range weapon (an ERPPC and a TSEMP cannon, respectively) with a payload of pulse lasers and SRMs to harass and disable mechs at long range before closing for a finishing blow. Unlike the Prime, these designs lack minimum ranges on their weapons, but the heat build of a full alpha strike is risky enough to a mech without jump jets that both designs effectively work as bracket fire machines.

The Beta and Echo configurations are combined arms killers, packing specialized ballistic weapons in their arms supported by a more generalized torso loadout. In the Beta's case this is a pair of LB2-X autocannons supported by a quartet of ER medium lasers, effectively making it a fast, high tech version if the BJ-1 Blackjack and ideal for hunting VTOL and aerospace assets with its flack guns. This configuration is also possibly the very first inner sphere mech to mount the LB2-X autocannon despite it supposedly being invented in Davion space. Chalk one up for the Maskirovka. Where the Beta makes helicopter pilots sweat, the Echo is an infantryman's nightmare demon. It mounts 8 light machine guns arranged into two arm mounted machine gun arrays, supported by a plasma rifle and 2 medium lasers in the torso. On average this thing will brrrrt an entire platoon of inner sphere ground pounders to mulch with every trigger pull, and the crit seeking/random heat mean it's not too much of a slouch in mech combat either. The 4 tons of ammunition does mean it is worryingly explosive, though.

Finally the Alfa, Charlie, and Foxtrot are the mid range strikers. The Alfa pairs a trio of ER Medium Lasers with an LB 10-X autocannon to deliver a decent ammount of firepower at close and medium ranges, backed up by a TAG laser designator to call in artillery and LRM strikes from the rest of your force. The Charlie and Foxtrot are very much like each other, using pairs of accurate, high damage energy weapons to make for any light mech's worst day. The Charlie chooses a pair of large pulse lasers supported by a Guardian ECM suite and an ER small laser to hunt things like Locusts and Striders while shutting down enemy electronics such as C3 spotters. The Foxtrot swaps the pulse lasers for a pair of snub nosed PPCs linked to a targetting computer to wreak havoc with its disgustingly long short range (270 meters!) and brings a TAG to make sure Marty the Arty will lay low anything its particle cannons can't. The Charlie and Foxtrot's placement of their main guns in the arms also makes them the best versions of the chassis to carry battle armor into fights with.

The Men Shen is best deployed as a 'cruiser' of battlemechs- calable of outfighting anything it can't outrun and outrunning anything that outguns it fairly easily. It will likely operate best at the front of formations to scout and probe the line of battle until the main battleline of mechs arrives, at which point it shifts to outflanking and finishing off wounded units.

Despite its durability, speed, and weapons options, the Men Shen isn't without flaws- the lack of jump jets mean that it can easily get bogged down in cities or other rough terrain and while it's speed and thick armor mean it can tough through some pretty heavy shots, the XL engine means that it won't survive drag out fights for particularly long. The cost is also fairly prohibitive- while most variants run between 1400 and 1700 BV, the MS1-O is a whopping 16.6 million c-bills. For the same price, you could by an entire company of urbanmechs, or a full lance of Vindicator 3L's. This price and the operational fragility of an XL engine paired with unCASEed ammo will likely make campaign commanders balk and relegate the design (like many omnis) to hangar queen status. As a player of mostly pickup games, though, it's a design I'm excited to run

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 1

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1868

Warnings: Bad home life

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: Thie is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Run Here

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Hangman

From the outside looking in, the Seresin family had it all: a big house, a successful business that continued to grow, and the perfect family. Jake wished people saw the truth- the screaming matches behind closed doors, the tears that rolled down his mom's face afterward, the coldness of his dad, the impossible standards of perfection the Seresin patriarch expected of his kids.

No.

That he expected of Jake.

For some reason, one Jake had never been able to figure out, Michael Seresin always held his youngest son to the highest of standards, which Jake could never meet no matter how hard he tried. Getting an 'A' on a test wasn't enough. He needed that 'A-plus.' He didn't make varsity football his freshman year, which he had tried to explain that no freshman ever made varsity because of specific rules at the high school, but Michael Seresin wouldn't hear of it. Even when Jake became the first sophomore in his high school's history to join the varsity football team with a starting position as quarterback, it failed to satisfy his father. Natalie Seresin tried to atone for her husband's mistreatment, and Jake loved her for it, but he found himself avoiding his house as much as possible and hiding in his room whenever he did finally return, only coming down for meals.

His two older brothers- Nick and Matt- couldn't understand, nor did they try. They knew their father favored them and lorded it over Jake, rubbing it in viciously. They certainly took after their father. Jake ignored them, learning early on that if they failed to get a reaction out of him, they'd give up sooner on their taunting. It got better when they went off to college, but they always tried to start it up again when they returned home.

They were home now for the summer, working internships at the family business they would one day inherit. Michael Seresin expected Jake to follow in his footsteps as well, but Jake wanted nothing to do with it. He wanted out of that house, out of that town, and as much as he loved Texas, out of the state. Jake wanted to be as far away from his father as possible. He told his father he had no interest in joining the family business, which created a heated, nasty argument, ending with Michael calling Jake, and not for the first time, the greatest disappointment to ever pollute the Seresin family tree.

Jake left after that, going for a walk to clear his head and hide the tears that threatened to break free. Crying was a weakness, and 'true' Seresin men never showed weakness. He hated his life, and the second he could leave, he would. Where he'd go, he had no idea, but he'd figure it out.

As he walked through the woods, the shade of the trees providing some relief from the unrelenting heat and sun, the sound of a guitar caught Jake's attention. A melodic voice soon accompanied it, and unable to resist his rising curiosity, he followed the music. Carefully and silently approaching the location where it emanated from, Jake saw a familiar girl sitting on a blanket next to a small pond. She strummed on the guitar with skilled precision and sang the lyrics to what Jake now recognized as 'Run' by George Strait. He leaned against a tree, watching and listening, enjoying the show and impressed by her talent. The girl, wholly unaware of his presence, continued playing until the song ended. Then, deciding to announce himself rather than continue to stand there like a creep, Jake pushed himself off the tree and walked up to her, saying, "That was really good."

In the blink of an eye, she jumped up and swung her guitar at his head. Had Jake's reflexes kicked in a second later, he undoubtedly would be unconscious on the hard ground. He scrambled backward and out of strike range while she demanded, "What the hell?"

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Jake apologized, holding up his hands placatingly. "I heard you playing and came to check it out. You're the new girl at school. Annalise Blackwood, right?"

Recognition flickered in her eyes, and while she lowered her guitar, he still kept his distance. "Yeah. You're Jake Seresin."

"So you know me and still tried to knock me on my ass with a guitar?"

"The sun is directly behind you, so all I saw was a strange man approaching me," Annalise said indignantly. "What were you doing in the woods?"

"Wanted to go for a walk," Jake replied, twisting the truth. While he knew of Annalise, he didn't know her. He had no reason to trust her with the knowledge of his situation. "Why are you out here?"

"My sister has her new boyfriend over, I hate him, and I don't exactly have any friends here, so I came out here to practice my guitar."

"George Strait, right? 'Run'?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite song of his."

"You're really good," he praised sincerely. "How long have you known how to play guitar?"

Annalise sat on the blanket, gently resting the guitar next to her. "Since I was eight. My dad taught me, and I started teaching myself songs by ear."

"That's cool. I always wanted to learn how to play but never had the opportunity."

"How come?"

Jake shrugged, feigning nonchalance as he lied, "Sports and homework got in the way."

The truth was his dad wouldn't let him. Michael Seresin failed to see the value that learning a musical instrument provided. Jake couldn't come up with a plausible answer outside of the fact that he simply really wanted to learn, so his dad forbade him from learning.

"If you want to learn-" Annalise nodded at the guitar- "I can teach you."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, but you'd have to come sit down with me."

Jake raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you going to try and whack me again?"

"No plans at the moment."

Biting back a smile, he strolled over and sat next to her. Annalise placed the guitar in his lap. For the next couple of hours, she taught him the basics of how to play. Being the perfectionist he was, it frustrated Jake that he didn't pick it up immediately, but Annalise assured him he was picking it up quickly. Her calmness managed to lower his frustration, and Jake forced himself to focus on everything she said rather than on his failings.

When the four-hour mark hit, Annalise said, "I think that's enough for today."

Although he wanted to continue, Jake agreed, realizing she probably wanted to get home. "Thanks for teaching me today."

"You're welcome. If you want to learn more, just let me know. It's fun to teach someone how to play."

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

His question appeared to take Annalise aback, judging by the surprised eyebrow raise. "Only if you want to. It's not far. Just like five minutes."

"That's fine. I don't mind." Jake had been taught by his mother that a gentleman always made sure that a girl got back to her place safely. He might've only met Annalise a few hours ago, but she would be no exception. Plus, it extended his time away from his own home, an extra bonus. He waited for her to pack her things and picked up the guitar to carry home for her. When she told him he didn't need to, Jake insisted he help. "It's the least I can do."

"Well, thank you," Annalise replied, smiling gratefully at him. The pair began strolling through the woods back to her house. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What were you really doing in the woods? No offense-" Annalise hesitated slightly before deciding to continue- "but I have a hard time believing someone like you simply wanted to go for a walk."

Jake bristled. "Why's that?"

"I don't know. It's just… you're the varsity quarterback. You're Mr. Popular. Surely you had friends to hang out with or football to practice?"

"I didn't. My friends are either out of town or working, and football practice doesn't start for a couple of weeks, so I have time to kill."

"I see. Sorry, you just didn't strike me as the time to take a nature walk in his spare time. That's all."

"I don't like being cooped up in the house. I like to be outside." What went unsaid was the fact he didn't want to be around his family. Desperate to move away from the subject, he asked, "I saw you had a book with you. What were you reading?"

"Oh, that. It's-" Annalise pulled out the massive book from her bag and handed it to him- "'The Complete Book of Fighters: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Every Fighter Aircraft Built and Flown.' I want to become a naval aviator, so I'm learning everything I can about all things jets. Of course, some in here weren't used by the US or the Navy, but it's still so interesting! I've read it a couple of times already."

"Damn, you could get some reps with this thing!" Jake joked, reveling at the weight of the book. "Why the Navy? Why not the Air Force?"

"My mom works with the Navy a lot, and I always felt a calling toward it. The idea of being up in a fighter jet in the open sky is my dream."

Jake flipped through the book, fascinated by the drawings and pictures. "I'll have to check this out one day."

"You interested in jets?"

"I am now," he admitted, handing it back to her. They stopped at the gate to her backyard. "Well, thanks for the lesson today."

"Any time. If you want more, just let me know."

"I'd need your number for that." Jake pulled out his phone. A smile tugged on Annalise's lips as she rattled it off for him to enter. 

"Nice meeting you, Jake," she said, taking her guitar from him. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you around."

Jake waited to ensure the gate shut securely behind Annalise before turning around and heading to his own home. He smiled to himself, happy to have had a bright spot on the day that had started so miserably. Annalise probably expected him to forget her because she saw him as 'Mr. Popular,' and they ran in very different social circles, but Jake had no intentions of today's meeting being a one-off. Annalise may have only taught him how to play guitar, but he'd felt a connection with her, one he couldn't place. Jake would wait until at least tomorrow to text her. He had to keep appearances up by not acting too desperate to see her again. At least, that's what Jake told himself. Ultimately, he texted her that night, asking to meet soon.

To his surprise, Annalise responded almost immediately, saying: Same spot tomorrow? 10 am?

Jake grinned and shot off an answer: See you then.

He turned on his alarm and set his phone down on the nightstand, and, for the first time in years, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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[buffysbytes]

Not so Berry Rose Lookbook Male

The second generation in the Not So Berry Challenge. I decided my firstborn would be the heir and it was a boy. I'll post his sister, too, so you can have ideas for a female rose gen. I mainly use maxis match custom content but some alpha might sneak in. I will never link to adfly.

Body and Makeup

Face overlay Reticulates Face Overlay and here

Eyelashes Kijiko Eyelashes V2 and here

Eyebrows crazycupcake eyebrows mega set 02 and here

Hair aharris00britney Felix hair and here

Everyday Look

Top Standardheld suitable and here

Bottom Joliebean Ezra Trousers and here

Socks Trillyke Uno Socks and here

Shoes Jius Single Buckled Shoes and here

Formal

Fullbody Jolibean In Your Eyes suit and here

Shoes Plumbob Tea Society Foxtrot Footwear and here

Athletic

Top lumialoversims steal your sweater and here

Bottom Peacemaker Slouchie Sweatpants and here

Shoes jius low top sneakers and here

Sleepwear

Top AxA Sean Sweater Solids and here

Bottom Peacemaker Slim and Cuffed Sweatpants and here

Party

Top Renorasims cardinal blazer and here

Bottom Kiwisim4 Our First Pet Stuff and here

Socks Trillyke Uno Socks and here

Shoes Jius Retro Collection Part 2 and here

Swimwear

Swimsuit Standardheld Trunkster and here

Hot Weather

Top Rope Jumpsuit top and here

Bottom AxA Noah Shorts v2 and here

Shoes Jius Leather Slippers 01 and here

Cold Weather

Top Standardheld Autumn Part 1 Trenchcoat Solid and here

Bottom Rope Jumpsuit Bottom

Shoes QICC Bodhi Boots and here

[lycorogue]

[Image 1 Transcription (NATO Phonetic Alphabet):

ALPHA BRAVO CHARLIE DELTA ECHO FOXTROT GOLF HOTEL INDIA JULIET KILO LIMA MIKE NOVEMBER OSCAR PAPA QUEBEC ROMEO SIERRA TANGO UNIFORM VICTOR WHISKEY X-RAY YANKEE ZULU

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[Image 2 transcribed:

India Foxtrot Yankee Oscar Uniform Charlie Alpha November Romeo Echo Alpha Delta Tango Hotel India Sierra India Mike November Echo Victor Echo Romeo Golf Oscar November November Alpha Golf India Victor Echo Yankee Oscar Uniform Uniform Papa November Echo Victor Echo Romeo Golf Oscar November November Alpha Lima Echo Tango Yankee Oscar Uniform Delta Oscar Whiskey November November Echo Victor Echo Romeo Golf Oscar November November Alpha Romeo Uniform November Alpha Romeo Oscar Uniform November Delta Alpha November Delta Delta Echo Sierra Echo Romeo Tango Yankee Oscar Uniform

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NATO Standard Phonetic Alphabet,

The phonetic alphabet was developed as a way to spell things out over radio communications that may be less then ideal, I.E. a lot of static or weak signal. All the words were chosen because they have a distinct sound that is easy to pick out. Military and police communications use the phonetic alphabet heavily and can be helpful to know for talking over CB’s or FRS (walky talky) radios.

[boyakishantriage]

Trio thing:

time, time frame, era, age and time age in that order before your ask.

Time era: the era a specific muse is from.

Time age: specific era segment muse is from.

Listed later.

Muses:

Main:

Main trio:

Zeta: aforementioned British dude, brown hair and blue eyes. Something called "master of non matter and energy." Or sm. Doesn't really seem to care, do note. Contrary to popular belief, he is NOT arrogant. He just doesn't care, blunt and confident. That combination can appear arrogant, but trust me. If he really was arrogant he wouldn't be asking.

Alpha: some big black guy, commander of some of heaven's armies. Down show up often, when he does it's usually important. Specialises in spear and ice magic, a master of matter. Always has some crystals on him as well as various explosives. Y'know, just in case.

Beta: red headed French Celt British woman. Half a shapeshifter, able to adjust her body at will. Master of energy or sm, her power is directly connected to the list, wrath, greed and envy of the world.

Others:

Delta: the devil of the prophesy. Similar in power and skill to her mother, just a bit more sporadic and patient. Current master of energy, with a similar linkage.

Chameleon: daughter of Zeta and [REDACTED], specialising in assassination, infiltration and mass murder. Also seduction, similarity skilled as father and mother with typically using power from mother side. She's an orphan :D.

Yankee: new yorker healer girl. Looks like a younger version of Ceta. Her powers have not been revealed to this blog yet.

Charlie: a pair of siblings, both scouts and both bickering with each other. Neither use powers, but they're just very fast. Charlie (the girl) likes guns. whereas Charlie(the dude) likes bows.

Charlie: a Charisk couple, similar to @askmercyseries except that Chara can use her determination like magic and Frisk is still a pacifist baby.

Charlie: a non-binary asshole who still owes me a server.

Rose: me! An AI, nothing more since no one's asked me anything in ages.

Bow: sword fighter who sometimes takes over Charlie when he needs to fight.

Sword: queer friend with bow, likes bows and guns.

Blackout: Fran's couple, one's working in civil the other you don't wanna meet.

Foxtrot: sister to Beta, has half her power and more skill. Beta wins by sheer brute force, married to Alpha.

Frans: Frans, generic. Can shift to other Frans couple at will, canonical reason to shenanigans.

MP4, C4, Blade: Blaze's troops. Leaders of third platoon.

Blaze: what happens when Zeta and Beta do a job together. Older than Chameleon, because time shenanigans, despite being born ten years prior to her. Specialises in making areas vanish.

Flama: master of fire, don't ask.

Fira: master of flame, don't bother him.

Aqua: a child of Alpha and somebody, more dangerous in society than anything else.

Arrow: robin hood's daughter/son. I dunno.

Ceta: Beta's wife, it's a long story. Combat medic, like Medic from TF2 & 1, gender bent with a skill and mentality that makes her basically the greatest warrior in the world by sheer skill.

Boom: boom.

[funnygirlthatbelle]

Okay so I was curious how many of these would actually be good/fun names so let’s rate em.

Alpha- I do not need to explain myself, 0/10

Bravo- this doesn’t really feel like a name, but there’s nothing wrong with it either, 5/10

Charlie- that’s just a nice, solid name, 8/10

Delta- my mind either goes to math, airlines, or covid variants, but it does have a nice ring to it, 4/10

Echo- this would be a very cool name, but I can see the jokes getting old fast, 7/10

Foxtrot- does not register as a name, but calling yourself Fox would be badass, 4/10

Golf- I only just realized that this was golf and not gulf and I’ve been working at an airport for the past two years, 1/10

Hotel- that is just a noun, and the nicknames wouldn’t even be good, 3/10

India- this is a name I’ve heard around, not my favorite but not bad either, 6/10

Juliet- a trans woman naming herself Juliet feels like such a classy power move, 10/10

Kilo- too easy for people to take this as an invitation to talk about weight, 2/10

Lima- certainly not a name I’ve heard before, but follows enough of naming patterns that it’s not gonna stick out as an obviously changed name, 6/10

Mike- I mean, it’s objectively a name, but you went through all the trouble of changing your name only to land on Mike? 5/10

November- I’ve never met a November, but month names are common enough that it would read as fun and unusual but still a name, 8/10

Oscar- a classic name that’s still relatively unique, prepare for the Wilde and the Sesame Street jokes, but I love it, 8/10

Papa- please do not make your name papa, 1/10

Quebec- there’s nothing wrong with this but it doesn’t spark joy for me or feel like a name, 5/10

Romeo- a solid choice, but I can see the jokes getting old really quickly, 7/10

Sierra- hell yeah, 9/10

Tango- by no means the worst of the nouns, but still not great, 4/10

Uniform- this is probably one of the worst nouns, 2/10

Victor- a classic name that doesn’t have an obvious joke attached, 10/10

Whiskey- if you’re down to make a strong impression, you definitely will if your name is whiskey, 5/10

X-ray- please do not name yourself after a form of medical testing, 0/10

Yankee- not that bad in terms of naming conventions, but feels way too ‘murica to be a good name, 1/10

Zulu- following normal naming conventions, this would be cute, but it’s also an ethnicity so that feels like a bad idea, 1/10

That puts our average nato alphabet name at right around a 5.5/10. So yeah, definitely an option to consider if you’re looking for a new name!

if you're transgender and need name ideas, may I direct you toward the nato alphabet because like. delta? november?? echo?? romeo is like the butchest name. please consider foxtrot. being named whiskey would be cool as hell. I know multiple transmascs who were a bit too into english lit and are named victor now. I've met people named sierra who were trans in every direction. maybe don't name yourself golf

[pilvimarja]

Noooooora omg

I'm skimming the wiktionary entry of "Appendix:Glossary of U.S. Navy slang" and omgggg

(Sharing this with you as I thought you are also hearing the sirens' call of Top Gun fic??)

Some highlights:

Airstart: (1) An attempt to restart an aircraft's engine(s) after in-flight failure. (2) A blowjob. 13 button salute: When a sailor in dress pants pulls down on the top two corners and all 13 buttons come unbuttoned at once, usually done just before sex. Alpha Mike Foxtrot: Adios, motherfuckers.

I totally went on a face journey while I read your message! Oh man, that is good stuff! And I swear, there is nothing gayer than a bunch of ~heterosexual men~ in a ~heterosexually manly environment~

And yep! The Top Gun feelings came outta left field for me, but I think I've found my little side fandom fling for the summer while I await my true loves to return to my TV screen :D

I just really wish the fandom was a bit more engaging... TG: Maverick is one of the most popular movies of the year, but there's almost no fanart, no gifsets, no meta and no shippy fic about the canon characters. It's just this never-ending flood of readerfic, which isn't my personal cup of tea. I guess that's a big reason why I've been forced to write my own fic lol.

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STANDBY, MESSAGE FOLLOWS;

ALPHA, WHISKEY, ZULU, VICTOR, QUEBEC, FIVE, GOLF, NINER, YANKEE, ECHO, SEVEN, BRAVO, CHARLIE, ECHO, ONE, ZULU, QUEBEC, NINER, ONE, ZERO, YANKEE, PAPA, CHARLIE, OSCAR, FOXTROT, YANKEE, QUEBEC, ZERO, FIFE, TWO, THREE, SIX, ONE, NINER, TANGO, NOVEMBER, INDI A, NOVEMBER, DELTA, ROMEO, FOXTROT, GOLF, LIMA, QUEBEC.

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[prismartist]

ID 1: the NATO phonetic alphabet arranged vertically, with one change: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, Golf, Hotel, India, Juliet, Kilo, Lima, Mike, November, Oscar, Papa, Quebec, Romeo, (edited) Spanish Inquisition, Tango, Uniform, Victor, Whiskey, X-ray, Yankee, Zulu. End ID.

ID 2: a cropped screenshot of the first image with a photo of TangoTek's minecraft skin next to the word "Tango". End ID.

[schrijverr]

Stepping Side by Side

Bakugo and Midoriya used to dance competitive ballroom together. When nightmares keep them awake they start dancing again and finding their friendship back as well. Until a dance lesson brings it to light.

On AO3.

Ships: could be read as pre-slash BakuDeku

Warnings: mentions of mild homophobia

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There used to be a time when you couldn’t tear Izu and Kacchan from each others side with all the force in the world. However, that time had nearly completely passed by the time they got into Middle School, and had fully disappeared when both of them got into UA.

So now it was Midoriya and Bakugo, who walked through hallways as ghosts of another time with knowledge of the other and a person they could hardly place.

Still, the two got better. It might have taken a lot of trauma and a fake city that was destroyed in a fist-fight, but they were tentatively getting better.

The getting better got in the lift on a faithful Wednesday night (though it was already Thursday at that point), when both had woken from dreams that showed them memories they would rather forget.

Midoriya wasn’t an uncommon guest in the kitchen at ungodly hours, but seeing Bakugo there really surprised him.

“Kacchan?” he said softly, not wanting to startle the other.

“Deku? Why are you awake?” Bakugo didn’t even have the energy to sound harsh with big bags under his eyes and a slump in his shoulder.

“Probably the same reason you are,” Midoriya answered with a sad smile.

Bakugo nodded, also taking in Midoriya’s exhausted face, before silently offering him a cup of tea, which Midoriya accepted gratefully. He was surprised to find, Bakugo had remembered how he took it, though he had seen it many times on competition mornings.

They stood in silence for a moment, drinking their tea. Neither one really wanted to talk about what had awoken them in the middle of the night.

“We should probably go to bed again,” Midoriya said when they had finished their tea, his voice betraying how much he did not want to try to sleep. Bakugo had the same voice as he agreed: “Yeah, we probably should.”

It was quiet again.

Then with a soft voice, Midoriya asked: “Remember when we danced together? We never really talked about it again, but- Never mind...”

“Huh, what made you ask that? Of course, I remember, dipshit,” Bakugo frowned.

“Well, it’s kind of dumb, but you remembered how I take my tea and that surprised me, but then I thought you saw it so many times on all the competition mornings and it got me thinking of the dancing and it suddenly popped up again,” Midoriya muttered.

Bakugo had been on the receiving end of Midoriya’s mutterings enough times that he could follow them and said: “Hmm, hadn’t even realized.”

Midoriya was surprised with how gentle compared to normal, Bakugo was being. Well, maybe not gentle, but he wasn’t being defensive or aggressive, which was a nice change. Itreminded Midoriya of when Bakugo had been his best friend.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, content to let the conversation end and fall back into silence.

They were truly just standing around in the kitchen, both in their pajamas, tired and still unwilling to rest for fear what it may bring. They must have looked like quite a pair, leaning against the counters at this hour.

Bakugo was typing away on his phone and Midoriya regretted having left his behind on his nightstand, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

Suddenly Bakugo’s phone started playing familiar music and Midoriya looked up in surprise, only to find the other holding out his hand with an expecting eyebrow raise.

“W- what?” he stumbled over his words in confusion.

“Come on, nerd, I wanna see if you kept up your training,” he said, “Though, I suppose I was always the better dancer.”

“Oi, you were not!” Midoriya protested and took the hand.

Bakugo grinned victoriously when he did. He knew his friends competitiveness like no other and he had played into it with success. So, he lead his dance partner and fellow sleep-avoider onto the floor, which was the bit of empty space they had near the door.

He’d put on a simple waltz, he didn’t want to think too hard at this time and it was more about the basic steps to keep his mind of other things.

They swiftly fell into old routines and Bakugo was surprised how well Midoriya was keeping up with him. He had assumed that since it had been his parents with the dance studio, only he would have kept up with the techniques.

Midoriya must have seen the surprise in his eyes, because he grinned in the little shit way no one in class 1-A believed he could and said: “You still hold instead of cup, Kacchan.”

Bakugo looked at his offending hand and saw it was indeed the case, so with an eyeroll he corrected it then send a glare to his partner.

He couldn't help but pout slightly: “And you still don’t keep your chin up.”

Midoriya had always been a bit shy and nervous, so their coaches and parents had always reminded him before competitions to ‘keep your chin up, just look at Katsuki, Izuku, you’re gonna do great out there.’

So, the other corrected his mistake as well as he was spun away, then back to Bakugo, who resumed their steps with Midoriya following easily. It had been their under 11s debut dance and it had been quite precious to them at the time.

The song on the phone stopped and changed into a latin song. Bakugo raised a brow questioning and Midoriya returned the challenge.

Not one to back down, Bakugo got into a familiar start position. He would show that shitty nerd he still knew his fucking latin, alright.

They danced a few more songs until the late hour and physical exercise caught up to them and they had to stop to breathe. Both felt more at ease and more ready to face the night than before. Midoriya smiled: “This was nice. You know, dancing again.”

Bakugo was quiet for a moment, then – almost as if he didn’t want to – he confessed: “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

“I feel like I can finally sleep,” Midoriya stretched with a grin.

“Same, I- I’ll see you around,” Bakugo said awkwardly.

“Yeah, don’t be a stranger around the Midnight Kitchen Dance Club,” Midoriya joked with a hint of truth.

They held each other’s gaze, then Bakugo walked away, but not before saying: “I won’t.”

And that was the start. The first time had been a coincidental meeting, but after knowing the other might be downstairs, the two ventured to the kitchen more often, hoping for the comfort of familiar company.

The second time had been a bit awkward, but then Midoriya had asked if Bakugo still knew that stupidly hard foxtrot that had taken them forever to learn and Bakugo jumped on the chance to show that he still did.

So it had evolved until Bakugo grabbed his wireless headphonesby instinct so that they could share and not wake everyone up, while Midoriya always madetwo cups for tea.

When they had just started they dances old routines, but after a while they had started working on them, looking up competitors still dancing and trying to incorporate their moves into their own dances, making them unnecessarily complicated just by virtue of time.

While both still had enough sleep to keep them up as aspiring heroes doing a lot of exercise daily, they still found themselves in the kitchen at least twice a week. It would never compare to the six days a week and on Sunday competition regime that they’d had in the past, but still…

The dancing had helped both immensely with their sleeping as well as their bond.

Midoriya hadn’t noticed it at first, but suddenly realized that at some point Kacchan had returned to calling him Izu when they had their nightly dance session.

It delighted him to no end that he was seeing glimpses of the grumpy and competitive, yet observant and grounded presence Kacchan had been in their youth. Until Middle School had pushed him in the wrong direction and he didn’t want to dance anymore, because someone had said it was girly and that Deku was girly too and all the stupid connotations that had.

Sometimes Izu really wanted to slap Middle School Kacchan for who he had befriended and how he had let everyone shape how he viewed himself.

Sure, Izu might have been pushed into insecurity and skittishness, but Kacchan had allowed himself to be pulled into the “alpha’s” of the school, the ones who had to conform to a certain standard constantly or loose their place. Having to pretend to be someone else constantly until he thought he had to be that version all of the time.

It had fucked with Kacchans mind and perception of the world, Izu had seen that first hand.

But the dancing made Kacchan smile carefree again. Izu saw how he would get excited about learning moves they couldn't just pull off but had to work for and routines that went well.

In turn Kacchan couldn't help but notice how Izu was carrying himself differently again. The subtle grace that seeped into his normal cower and the confidence that rolled off him when he was being spun around by Kacchan.

Kacchan loved witnessing those little moments.

He loved how Izu would cheekily comment on his form or babble about his hero notes while they stretched or sip his tea at the end, smile playing around his lips.

It reminded him of how good it had been before he turned completely into an asshole and guilt bubbled up in his throat. So, one night when they were sitting on the floor, he began: “Hey, Izu. I, uhm, I wanted to, well…”

“Kacchan?” Izu frowned when he heard Kacchan stumble.

“I wanted to say sorry,” he said, wanting to erase the frown he put there.

“Why?” Izu asked, genuinely confused.

“Because I was fucking dick to you, Izu,” he answered, rolling his eyes at Izu’s obliviousness.

“Oh, well, yeah, you were,” Izu agreed and a pit formed in Kacchans stomach. “And it was hurtful, of course it was. But I understand and I think I had forgiven you before it even occurred to me to blame you. I don’t know why, Kacchan, but I could never be mad at you, you mean too much to me.”

Kacchan looked at him in shock. Izu said it like it was natural, unavoidable that he forgave Kacchan, just like that. After everything. He didn’t know what to say.

Izu understood that too, because he got up and said: “Come on, you promised that we could do the latin routine.”

He let himself be pulled up by Izu and got into the opening stance like second nature. He wondered how he ever got this lucky with Izu as a friend.

Naturally since it was them, things like this didn’t stay private. Though it had been their own choice. Partly. Mostly.

Class 1-A was learning how to dance.

It had come as coincidence and was part of their social relations course, since galas could be part of their future careers.

So, Midnight was teaching them, with Snipe as her partner, because he was apparently the only who didn’t mind dancing and could keep his mouth shut the entire time. Midoriya could guess who those two categories referred to, but didn’t see the point in identifying their homeroom and their English teacher out loud.

Midnight had explained the most basic waltz which Midoriya could do in his sleep, so he took his time looking around. It was easy to see that some had difficulty taking it seriously and that others were already completely lost.

“Okay, everyone, partner up,” Midnight clapped her hands, getting into the position with Snipe.

Since their class had more boys than girls there would be a few all boys couples. Being used to dancing the “girl part” anyway, Midoriya didn’t mind being the first to face that reality as he grinned to Iida and said: “Here, Iida, I’ll be your dancing lady.”

Some others snorted, but afterwards everyone paired up faster.

Midoriya couldn't help but look what Bakugo would do. He saw the fiery blond had paired up with Sero and had forcefully taken the “boy part” despite Sero’s protests that he was taller.

They went through the basic steps and spins and Midoriya found that Iida was semi-okay to dance with. Though, since he came from a rich family that shouldn’t be a surprise, those families forced most of their kids to dance classes at some point.

From what he could hear Bakugo had no such luck, because he was cursing at Sero loudly, while Sero apologized for stepping on his toes or accidentally tripping them up. Midoriya wondered how long Bakugo was willing to put up with it.

As it turned out it wasn’t long.

The first attempt to dance had just stopped and Midnight announced that they would go back to explaining before trying again.

Bakugo let Sero go as if it hurt him to hold on and scowled at the sheepish boy, before he turned to Midoriya and raised a brow, asking if Midoriya was okay with it.

It made Midoriya smile that Bakugo considered his side before yelling and he nodded back, smiling slightly. With Midoriya’s permission, Bakugo yelled: “I don’t want to dance with this shit head, he sucks. Izu, come dance with me.”

“Okay, Kacchan,” Izu agreed easily, apologizing to Iida as he switched places with Sero under the confused gazes of the class.

After gathering herself again Midnight said: “Well, if everyone is okay with that, then we’ll continue.”

There were a few whispers around them, most of them were about why Bakugo would choose Midoriya of all people and if they had heard ‘Izu’ correctly.

Midnight went on with her lesson, repeating all the steps they’d just learned and helping those who needed it.

With Izu and Kacchan dancing together, they just did the steps easily and Izu giggled at Kacchans bored face. Sure, the basics were very important and a big chunk of what you did at a competitions, but they could do much funner stuff.

So they did a few spins extra here and there, turned as they waltzed together and tried their best with their posture just to have something to do.

When Midnight came to check on them, she raised a brow and commented: “You two are doing well. I like it.”

Izu blushed brightly, while Kacchan just huffed: “Of course, I’m no longer dancing with that toe-stepper over there.”

Deciding not to engage with that comment Midnight turned back to the class and announced they would hold a mock ball and to get in position. She warned: “Another difficulty is keeping track of the other couples on the floor. Try not to bump into anyone. And have fun!”

Then she turned on the music and awkwardly the class began to dance.

Relieved that they would finally have something fun to do, Izu and Kacchan set into a simple waltz that was only slightly more difficult than what they’d just learned and glided through their classmates with more grace than one should seek in two teens.

It didn’t take long for the others to catch on that one pair – and the most surprising one at that – was doing much better than the rest. They slowly stopped their own dancing to watch them.

Kacchan was slowly upping the difficulty, dragging Izu along with him. He was faintly aware that others were giving them space, but he was more focused on Izu and the dance. Izu’s hand was heavy on his shoulder and his grin bright.

They were getting lost in their dancing.

Midnight had never seen such grace in her classes and it became clear to her that the two had been trained on a much higher level than she ever had. Curious to see what they could do and if they even would, she put on a latin song.

Unbeknownst to her the song she had picked was the one Izu and Kacchan had first started with and choreographed an elaborate routine to.

When the music started a gleam came into Kacchans eyes and Izu knew he would be pulled in too, which he gleefully did.

Both got in their starting position.

The class watched with absolute bafflement as Kacchan practically prowled around the dance floor, hips moving enticingly, while Izu twirled and teased in a manner they would have never expected of the green haired boy.

Their faces contorted as they fell into a rhythm, holding on to another and spinning away, only to be pulled close to the other again. Hand in hand, other on shoulder or back as their feet movedat a dizzying speed, everyone awed that they hadn’t stepped on the other’s foot yet.

When they were done, Kacchen unconsciously twirled Izu into the ending bow, while he bowed as well.

He hadn’t counted on actually getting the applause that they were used to, but sure enough class 1-A burst into enthusiastic cheers once they had gathered their bearings again.

Kirishima came bounding forwards, saying: “I didn’t know you could dance like that, Bakubro. So manly!”

“Tsk, of course I can,” Bakugo huffed.

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan, you know almost no one keeps up with the ballroom world,” Midoriya admonished.

“What?” Kirishima was now confused.

“Ah,” Midoriya explained, “Kacchan’s parents own a big dancing studio and they were world champions four years in a row. They’re a pretty big deal within the ballroom world, so it would make sense that Kacchan can dance, but you have know about ballroom first. Don’t worry about not knowing.”

Midoriya’s answer made the class explode again.

When they had calmed down slightly, Iida asked: “And how about you Midoriya? Where did you learn how to dance?”

“Well, uhm, my mom was friends with aun- Kacchan’smom,” he said, “They went to the same High School and uhm, you see, my- his-”

“My mom babysat because she didn’t have a boss to answer to so she could just have us with her in the studio,” Bakugo finished Midoriya’s babbling. “We learned to walk in a fucking dance studio.”

“Yeah, that,” Midoriya said awkwardly.

“Ahw, that’s so cute,” Hagakure gushed. “Are there pictures of little you?”

“No, keep out of-”

Bakugo was cut off, by Midoriya puling out his phone: “Yeah, my mom has them on her Facebook, wait a sec and I’ll look them up.”

A few of the girls leaned over his shoulder as he found the post. He grinned: “She posted this the first time we won the under 11s Junior championship. We’re eight in the second picture.”

The crowd prevented Bakugo from ripping the phone from Midoriya’s hands and he watched with a blush and slight horror as the girls cooed over the two of them.

The first picture was them smudging the mirrors with their dirty little hands. Bakugo was in an green sleeping-bag onesie, Midoriya in a orange one, both were standing for one of the first times in their life. The other was them in shiny shoes, black slacks, a neat white dress shirt and a black waistcoat with red embroidery. Their hair was slicked back and they were grinning widely, holding a trophy.

‘I’m so proud of my two little champions, how far you’ve come!’read the caption.

“You competed?” Tsu asked.

Seeing an opportunity to brag, Bakugo said: “Yeah, we started when we were 6. And from our 7thwe were undefeated in the Juvenile under 10s category and from out 8th we were undefeated in the Junior under 11s category. We competed in the under 14s as well from when we were 9, but we only won during our last competition in that category when we were 12.”

“That’s insane, dude,” Kaminari said with big eyes.

“We were good,” Bakugo shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, though he added: “Despite this shitty nerds flat dancing just now.”

“Oi, I’m not the one who had his balance wrong,” Midoriya shot back to everyone’s surprise. They had expected him to shrink under the critique, but on the dance floor the two had always been equals and Midoriya wasn’t afraid to call his partner out.

“I was not out of balance,” Bakugo pouted.

“Yes, you were, after the moving of the head part, I had to carry that bit,” Midoriya said. “You’re lucky we trained with that ballerina one time and I have good balance.” Bakugo frowned, but didn’t reply, so Midoriya smugly grinned: “Thought so.”

“Your side was still a bit flat,” Bakugo grumbled.

“I can live with that.”

With that conversation apparently done, Kirishima asked: “Why did you stop competing?”

“Yeah, Kacchan, why did we stop?” Midoriya repeated.

Bakugo looked away guiltily and said: “I didn’t want to dance anymore, because it was girly and not cool.”

“And some classmates were mean about it,” Midoriya shrugged. “I mean, it sucked, but they weren’t wrong. I was girly.”

“Izu…” Kacchan said, unsure of what his friend meant.

“It’s true, Kacchan, remember that one competition when I showed up in a dress,” Izu giggled. “I thought that one judge was going to explode.”

“The asshole one, who didn’t like we were dancing together?” Kacchan grinned. “I remember, god, that was amazing.”

“Why didn’t he like you two dancing together?” Kaminari asked.

Midoriya raised a brow, but Bakugo explained: “There are more girls than boys in dancing, so there are all girls tournaments. However, I refused to dance with anyone but Izu, so we got to compete in the normal tournaments, but they didn’t like that two boys who could have a girl dance partner were dancing together. And we were good, they also didn’t like that.”

“Which is stupid,” Midoriya added, still angry about it, “So I wore a dress as a sort of a ‘now we look like your normal pair, is that what you wanted?’ and he liked that even less.”

More people giggled at the story of little Kacchan and Izu, they almost couldn't place the two in front of them in that story, except when they looked at the grin they gave each other.

In that look you could see the two had known each other since before they could talk, you could see that there had been a time when neither wanted to leave the other’s side and when they were completely in sync.

A time that might be returning.

~~

A/N:

This whole fic is I watched the Baby Ballroomdocu on Netflix and I have nothing better to do than project my own want to learn ballroom onto characters.

[waltzshouldbewriting]

Making a list of all OUTER characters and related characters

Mostly for my own sake, as just a place to store links and info, but also hopefully a good place for others to start!

Introduced in The OUTER Series Book 1: The Fall of Shatterthought

(Preferred name - powers, team)

Neuron - telepath, OUTER team and Alpha Team

Monsoon - storm powers, OUTER team

Nemeah - invulnerability, shifting, OUTER team

Rat/Rattler - poison, shifting, OUTER team

RJ - explosions, OUTER team

Kai (name may change) - radio waves, shifter, helps with OUTER team

Gadget - electrotechnokinesis, Alpha Team

Ad Lib - navigation, Alpha Team

Tsunami - storm powers, Alpha Team

Platonic - storm powers, Alpha Team

Shatterthought - telepath, villain

Lahar - storm powers, villain

Introduced in The OUTER Series Book 2: The Next To Rise

Medusa - telekinesis, OUTER team

Vesuvius - storm powers, OUTER team

Crabapple - biokinesis, villain

Introduced in An OUTER Series Book: Ashes to Ashes

Phoebe - pyrokinesis, civilian

Jasper - charm (luck powers), civilian

Wilbur - storm powers, civilian

Roscinda - hydrokinesis

Introduced Later

Astrid - space manipulation, team name unknown

Zodia - shapeshifter, chronokinesis, team name unknown

Celestia - aerokinesis, team name unknown

Megafauna/Meg - shapeshifting, Bravo Team

Chanchito - charm, shifter, Bravo Team

Dracula - shifter, anaerobic survival powers, Charlie Team

Asa - nervous system manipulation

Rabbit's Foot - charm, shifter, Zulu team

African Violet/Vi - healing, retired Alpha team

Virmin - shapeshifting, cryokinesis, retired Alpha Team/Bravo Team

Little Mouse - shapeshifting, navigation, Foxtrot team

Mindwire - telepath, Foxtrot team

Wishbone - charm, future Alpha Team

Anayeli - tracking, shapeshifting, future Alpha Team

Pax - mapping buildings, Papa Team

Masseuse - nervous system manipulation, Charlie Team

Mercury - temperature manipulation, Echo team

Artelus - InFRARED president

Tiffany - electrotechnikinesis, Indigo team

[herpronuonsarefemslash]

Teaser for “Where the Wild Things Are” - Part 1

More of this ongoing horny lunacy here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/46926720 ABO and soul-mark world where alphas significantly stronger than others and less well-behaved than in most stories, but no longer dominant. Seen as subhuman by many and legally discriminated against, they're either under house arrest if beta or omega mates will vouch for them or kept in prison-like fertility clinic holding cells...if they're lucky. ----- Much as thirteen-year-old girls might think otherwise, soul-mate marks are not romantic. Some people don't have to screw around with them at all, which is unfair. Half of the textual ones are filthy and ones like Lena's are heart-wrenching. It's not words, it's a shape. A face, burned into her skin as delicately as one of the Great Masters wielded a single-hair brush. One in a hundred thousand women has this problem, seeing a face but not a written mark. Those usually have a name, or a nickname, or some clue. Handsome. Female. Wild. A long neck corded with tendons. A slanted, toothy grin that pops the bottle cap off her fight-or-flight but doesn't spill it. It's a good scared, the idea of being fucked by her. Her soulmates' face makes it clear she's a fucking alpha and the first time she realizes this, when it really hits her, Lena sprints to the shabby bathroom and empties herself. How a boarding school this expensive has such shitty bathrooms, they've never determined. ----- She hears the thump of Andi's frame and then the slide as she sinks against the door on her side. Long fingers sneak under the gap and wiggle, demanding Lena's own. "You get a mark, Lena?" "Yeah." "Me too. A face." fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck "Uh, ah, a woman's face?" "Yeah. Absolute brick. Alpha, I think." ----- Alex slumps against her front door and groans. She can smell it—taste it—and Maggie's scent kicks her brain into memories of the taste of some Frankensteined vegan version of a mole poblano she had to learn from her grandmother because of her parent's efforts to dispose of everything Mexican in their heritage. Alex would have sworn the tofu clucked, Maggie had done such an amazing job. Her alpha needs her and hate groups and common knowledge be damned, that matters and that's compatible with Alex being a badass with a cool career. She can want that and want to be ground slowly into the blankets as Maggie rocks her knot in with all slowness her hormones allow and spills with a sigh. So much of it that Alex feels the sheer warmth spread through her guts for a half-hour. She can be her own woman and want to wrap her lips around the head just to hear the little squeaks 'babe' and 'good girl' and how 'Alex' is breathed out in sighing lungfuls that take forever when she picks up her pace and all Maggie has are moans. She's not able to. She's too fucked up with stress right now.Her wedding band feels more like barbed wire than a reminder of Maggie and Kelly's love. She wishes she could have came up with better wedding vows. Hell, she wishes she could have had an outdoor wedding rather than videoconferencing or her mom could have met her bride without scent-blocker vents and armed guards.

Maggie’s first rut was late—she’d assumed she was just a snarky beta—and three years into her and Alex’s relationship. At the time, they were team-flirting with their roommate, mostly to make the graceful, skittish omega duck her pretty little head and blush harder than anyone with a degree in sexual psychology should be able to blush.

In retrospect, that little game may explain a lot about Kelly’s sudden fondness for hot yoga in the living room. ----- Maggie has been so good and so patient on how her status upended her life entirely and now Alex’s hands are shaking on the knob and as much as she wants to waltz in there and drape her arms around her fun-size wildling’s neck, edging her until Kelly can come help after work, she is too fucking scared.

Not scared of Maggie. Never of Maggie. That’s what she promised right before ‘I do’.

Dropping Luthor that hint? That’s a dangerous gamble, and she knows it.

But only one prisoner they ever took made Alex feel so fucking sorry for her.

DEO Casefile #87153. Asset Kilo-Romeo-Yankee-Foxtrot-One. KRYptonian, Female Number One.

The only surviving female of her race, from what they can tell.

But unlike the world’s most iconic beta, she’s an alpha and subject to all the wickedness of that. Taken with minimal injuries and somehow, no fatalities. They brough her to Alex for analysis a few weeks after Alex and Kelly settled into the new normal, so maybe her opinion of muscular female alphas was a bit elevated… ----- CADMUS, probably. But maybe, juuuuust maybe, a trafficking ring.

Fucked up as it is, that’s the hope. That someone nasty took her and for use, not for dissection.

So if a one-percenter omega is blue-clitting it while she tears the planet apart looking and that lines up with Alex’s desire to make good on her I won’t let them hurt you promise spoken on her side of the glass to those wolf-like eyes that are so predatory but also so badly want to be tamed and rubbed on the belly?

She’s not going to kink-shame. Not one bit.

Glass houses and all. ----- This, though, this isn’t so bad. She’s not rutting, but if one zhriymin in the prison gets it, they all do. So they sent a zhraomin to her—her favorite one, with the tiny brown-pink spots on her skin and the pale blue eyes and red hair—and the zhraomin brought food!

She’s saying something in whatever language she speaks. Doing that thing they do where they pull their lips back when they’re happy.

She ignores Kara’s best, nastiest, scariest growl and makes that sound when they don’t believe something is real and it amuses them. Shakes her head. Her long legs slide over Kara’s and she slowly drags the sheet down while holding one of the...the…soft spicy things that come in the boxes! up to her lips.

Kara clamps both her hands on the female’s hips so she will stay and feed her.

[pluralfuture]

*radio turning on*

HQ, this is Foxtrot Alpha. Tango 1 is refusing to get in the creature box. Stand by for forcible putting of the creature in the creature box, over.

You. Fucking creature. Box. Now. Go in the creature box.

I don’t wannaaaa