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ohmygoodnessgraciouss · 4 years ago

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Reality Check - Chapter 5

Here we are once again! Check out the #Reality Check Masterlist tag on the bottom if you need the other chapters. A new masterlist will be created sometime this week! Enjoy! <3 I love you all 3000

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023. The two bonded over the loss of their partners. It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend. Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

Notes: Y’all are going to lose your minds. There are no warnings. I can’t spoil when we’re this close. Just know that this has been in mind the entire time. I couldn’t let you all know the entire plot so early on ;)

Just as you were finishing up breakfast the lights went out. The only light now was the sun peeking through the windows of the kitchen, illuminating the room with a soft glow. The bacon was still sizzling in the pan and you groaned. Suddenly, the water pipe burst in the sink as well, causing water to spray everywhere. “Can this day get any better?!” You ran over to the water pipes underneath the sink, turning the valves until they shut off completely.

Water continued to drip from the counters, soaking everything near it. Just as you were grabbing towels Loki walked in, his eyes still showing signs of sleep in them. “What happened? I heard you yelp,” He asked, concerned.

“The power went out and the water pipe burst. A great combination if I do say so myself.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as Loki brought a few more towels over, covering the floor and stomping on them to soak up the water.

“Don’t worry about it love, these things happen.” He smiled a little, trying to help you feel better about it.

“Well, look at it this way,” You said, walking over to the other side of the counter. The plate of pancakes and bacon sat there, perfectly made, unharmed from the water. “Fate gave us a break with breakfast.” You grinned, holding up the plate to him. He laughed lightly and pulled out two smaller plates from the cupboard.

“A not-so-perfect start to the day, but a start nonetheless.”

You placed the plates in the sink once you were done, completely forgetting that you couldn’t clean them up just yet. You thought about what you could do and decided it may be best to go see if Wanda or Geraldine were having similar issues. It would be a chance to get out of the house and find out if the entire neighborhood was having these problems too.

“Loki, I’m going to go out and see if anyone else is having problems. It could be better than asking an electrician to come over just yet.” You stated, putting your shoes on. Loki walked over to you before responding.

“Alright, stay safe, my love.” He kissed the top of your head. You smiled at the affection but you were slightly confused.

“I’m just going out around the neighborhood. I’ll be alright, I promise,” You laughed a little. Loki’s concern seemed so out of place for him. You didn’t remember him ever being that protective of you. Then again, how long ago would that have been exactly? “What’s got you so worked up lately?”

“It’s nothing much. It just feels like so much is changing so quickly. And it feels like you’re changing with it. Not-” He quickly stopped himself, “Not in that sense. I mean, it’s changing you in a way that I’m worried will harm you.”

“Things may be changing, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It’s good that there’s change. Maybe it’s something we need here.” You smiled. “I’ll see you later, hon.”

You walked out the door and down the street. Oddly enough, there weren’t many people outside. Taking a peek into their windows you could see that it was all dark. Not a single light shone in them, nor did a person walk by. It was like they were frozen in time.

As you made your way to Wanda’s house, you noticed Agnes and Vision talking. It looked like Herb was next to Agnes. The three of them seemed to having a nice discussion as they laughed about something. What you found odd, however, was the man standing across the street watching them. His black hair was slicked back and he was in a suit. It was Scott.

You waved over to him and walked across to say hello. After the ordeal that went down with him yesterday, a part of you was just drawn to him. You weren’t sure if you wanted to apologize for being rude or find out what he was going on about. Either way, he noticed you and smiled, breaking your train of thought. “Y/N, how lovely to see you.”

“Hey Scott, what’s with the suit? It’s a Saturday, who goes to work today?” You asked, laughing a little. He looked down to the ground quickly before meeting your eyes again. A kind of sadness seemed to loom in his eyes.

“I had to go into the office today to take care of some work. The boss apparently decided that I needed to get something done by Monday if I wanted a promotion. It didn’t take long, but it ended with a meeting so I had to make sure I dressed properly.”

“The boss needed you on a Saturday? Well, I can’t say much, except that I feel sorry for you.” The two of you shared a laugh which she seemed to catch Agnes’ eye momentarily. You noticed the quick glance she gave the two of you before resuming her discussion. “Well, aside from that, how are you doing?”

“Well, I’m... Alright, we can say. I was actually looking for you, so I’m glad to see you.” He said. Your head tilted in confusion.

“Me? Why were you looking for me?”

Something in his eyes seemed to change again. You couldn’t place your finger on the emotion though. He hesitated before he responded, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully before replying. It was like he needed to know what the right answer was to a simple question. “I wanted to check on you. Gossip spreads around this town faster than you think. Agnes had already mentioned you running off from the talent show to me. I wanted to check on you.”

“Check on me? Oh, that woman. She’s so nosy, it drives me up the wall sometimes. I swear if you ever mentioned what you told me to that woman, she’d let the entire town know in less than sixty seconds,” You shook your head. He chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“Yes, I know. That’s why I trusted you with that information and not her. However... I wanted to apologize for that. That was a lot I asked from you in such a short amount of time, especially when we had just met. Could we start over?” He asked.

“Absolutely, Scott. I wouldn’t want anything else.” You grinned.

“Wanda, are you sure you want to go here?” You asked, looking down at the address she had written down. She nodded, watching you grab the car keys and pull on a jacket.

“Vision wanted me to go there. He wanted me to see it. Even if he’s not there to see it too.” She looked down dejectedly. You brought her into a hug before pulling the address up on Google Maps.

“Alright, let’s go see this place.”

The drive itself was quiet, the radio muted as you listened to the directions. Neither of you spoke a word on the three-hour trip. It was all the way over in New Jersey, which confused you. What was so special about this place?

You drove into a town that seemed run down. People still lived in it, clearly, as you saw them walk down the cracked pavement following the street. Some sat down in front of restaurants as others spoke in hushed whispers, clearly confused by the visitors coming to their town.

You turned down countless streets that all looked the same. Houses lined up next to each other with busy lawns, filled with weeds and trees that grew to monstrous heights. Some of the homes didn’t seem to be very well taken care of, leading you to believe they had been abandoned there for years. “Are you sure this is it?” You asked her once more, breaking the silence.

“Yes, I’m positive.” She looked down at a paper that she had finally pulled out ten minutes ago. You couldn’t look down to see it, but out of the corner of your eye you saw red markings on it.

“If you’re sure. Then, this is it.” You pulled up to an empty lot that sat between houses. You stopped the car, watching her take a deep breath. You finally looked at what the paper was. It was a deed for the land. The red markings were a heart, with a small message from Vision. You smiled sadly at the note.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for doing this.” She said, her voice failing her towards the end. You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as she unbuckled.

“Do you need some time here alone? I need to go get gas anyway for when we leave. I can come pick you up in a few minutes.” You offered. She contemplated it for a minute before finally nodding. By the downward turns at the corners of her lips you could tell she couldn’t say anything. She got out of the car wordlessly and walked to the center of the lot.

You drove away, watching her with sad eyes through your mirror. You knew she needed this moment and you hoped it would only help her move on.

You drove about a mile outside of town to get gas when you noticed the bright burst of energy behind you. You could only watch in amazement as the red magic filled the air, creating a huge barrier. You recognize it immediately as Wanda’s magic.

Instead of getting gas you got in the car and drove back to Westview, reaching the barrier. Its magic swirled and the energy radiating from it was warm, almost trying to drag you in with it. You walked slowly to the barrier, looking for anyone else around. There wasn’t a single soul.

You knew you should’ve called someone, anyone, to help you. You had no idea what this magic would do, but as you pushed your hand through it you knew it was too late. You were immediately pulled into the barrier and you blacked out.

“Y/N, may I ask you a question?” He asked, watching Agnes talk to Vision once again. You followed his eyes, noticing the strange aura that seemed to float around them. It looked tense, as if they were about ready to start fighting about something.

“Of course, what is it?” You asked.

“Do you remember the time-” He stopped himself. “Nevermind, it’s not important.” He saw Agnes look over at him, a deadly glare in her eyes. Whether it was from fear or anger, her eyes seemed to send a chill down his spine involuntarily. “I should get going. There is some more business I must take care of and I’m sure you were on your way somewhere too.”

“Oh, yes! I was going to see if Wanda or Geraldine had power. It seems like the power went out in a few parts of the street, so there’s your warning. You may go back to a dark house!” The two of you shared a laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” He began to walk away as you walked across the street. Vision and Agnes were tense, so maybe you could break the ice.

“Hey neighbors, how are you all doing?” You asked. They turned to you, their faces breaking out in wide smiles.

“Hi hon, what are you doing all the way over here?” She asked.

“I wanted to see if Wanda was having any issues with the power as well. It seems like something knocked out the power down the street.” You smiled. Agnes nodded understandingly.

“Unfortunately my house got knocked out too. I just got it back though, so you may be in luck when you get home,” She turned to Herb once she finished her statement.

“Well either way, hello Vision, how are you doing?” You asked, turning to him now that Agnes clearly didn’t want to talk anymore.

“I’m doing just fine, Y/N, thank you for asking. Well, I could be better.” He said, looking over to the house momentarily.

“Why’s that? Something wrong at home?”

“Well, no not exactly. Wanda was pregnant and she just had our two sons, Billy and Tommy.” He said it proudly, but then his mood took a turn. “I’m just not prepared for it. I’m worried something will go wrong.”

“Wanda was pregnant?!” Was the first thing to come out of your mouth. The last time you saw her was just yesterday and she wasn’t showing at all. How did it happen so quickly?

“Yes, she was. It was a surprise to us all, I can assure you of that. A happy surprise, of course,” He chuckled, trying to ease his worries himself.

“Oh, don’t start with that Vision. This will be wonderful! You two have an even bigger family now. And you know everyone around here is going to be super supportive of you two the entire time. We’re all neighbors, we’re here to help whenever you need it.”

He smiled, looking at the ground. “Thank you very much, Y/N, it means a lot. Wanda and I will probably need it every once in a while. Handling one son would be a handful, but handling twin boys will be a challenge we didn’t expect.”

“It’s nothing you guys won’t be able to handle, I’m sure. Is she feeling alright? Could I go see her?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. I’m sure she would be delighted to see you,” He smiled, stepping aside. “I have to discuss something with Agnes anyway, so I will see you inside.”

You smiled and nodded, walking into the home. There you saw Wanda and Geraldine holding the babies. “Well isn’t this a joyful surprise,” You commented. Wanda turned around quickly, her eyes lighting up at your presence.

“Y/N! Welcome, come in, come in,” She smiled, looking down at Billy in her arms. “I want you to meet my boys, Billy and Tommy.”

Geraldine smiled softly and handed Tommy to you. His eyes were shut but you could tell he looked just like a perfect mix of Wanda and Vision. He fit in your arms perfectly, snuggled in his blanket. “They’re beautiful, Wanda.”

Tommy slowly woke up, his bright eyes staring up at you in curiosity. You were surprised to see newborns be so active, but what did you know about babies? Maybe they’re just a little different.

He stuck one of his arms out of the blanket, pressing his hand up against his eye as he slowly woke up, trying to rub the tiredness out. He cooed a little and you could see the love in Wanda’s eyes as he did. “Hey there, little guy,” You smiled, holding up your hand near him. When you placed your pinky in his hand he immediately grasped it. It was such a simple act that made your heart skip a beat.

You giggled and slowly moved your finger away from him. “Oh, Y/N, could you please go grab something from my bedroom upstairs. I have a book up there on the shelf. It’s the second door on the right. It’s a baby book and I want to know what else to expect from these two,” She said, pointing up the stairs.

You nodded. “Of course! Here, Geraldine, can you take Tommy?” You gave her Tommy and started making your way upstairs.

You found the door and entered. It was a simple room. The bed had a dark frame with white sheets. The red comforter was tucked in neatly and the pillows were underneath. The bedside tables had matching lamps, a clock on one side. To the right you could see a closet hidden by two doors. A bookshelf stood next to the closet. That must have been the shelf you needed.

The bookshelf was littered with different colored books of all sizes. One was a dictionary, another was a fiction novel, another seemed to be on some sort of philosophy. It was almost like you could pinpoint whose book was whose.

The one book stood off to the side. A baby blue cover, a little binkie on the front. The title was simply “What to Expect: The First Year.” It had a small red glow around it, much like the items in the store just yesterday. You picked the book up and the glow dissipated. You flipped through the pages lightly while beginning to walk out of the room.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud crash come from downstairs. You ran towards the stairs, hiding immediately when you saw the large hole created in the wall. Wanda stood across from it, the eerie red glow surrounding her hands. It had to have been Geraldine who had gone flying through the wall. She wasn’t there anymore and the hole was large enough for a person.

You watched in amazement as Wanda began moving her hands around, the wall repairing itself. It was like magic. The red glow faded from her hands and she straightened out her dress. She turned back towards the twins.

To avoid raising suspicion, you began walking down the stairs. “I found it!” You said, handing the book over to her. She smiled and thanked you for it, opening the book to a specific chapter. “Where’s Geraldine?” You asked, looking around innocently.

“She had to go. She didn’t belong.”

Oh yeah. You have to get out of there.

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Scott walked up to the house, knocking on the door. He straightened out his suit as he waited for an answer. This had to be the right house. No other house was like it on the street. If it wasn’t, he was about to be in big trouble by the boss.

Loki opened the door, a gentle smile on his face. “Hello-” He was immediately cut off as Scott walked in, taking his shirt collar. He shut the door and slammed Loki up against it. Loki’s eyes widened at the action. “What are you doing?”

A knife was quickly placed against his neck. Scott glared at the man before him with steely eyes. “Who are you?”

“And why are you pretending to be me?”

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treh-co · 4 years ago

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FAHC Headcanons

So I feel like a good amount of my hcs are a lot different than other people’s??? And I’ve done a LOT of thinking abt them so! Here’s kind of like a masterlist of my general hcs! I’m just gonna go through this person-by-person.

(This got Kinda Long, so it’s under a read more. Sorry mobile users,)

Geoff

Obviously, he’s the one who started The Fakes. Basically, he went into the military after high school, came back and was like “Damn. Hated that” and then some old friends are like “Hey wanna do crime” and he was like “Fuck it”. That ended up being the beginning of The Roosters, which would grow to become the most powerful crime syndicate in Los Santos.

However, when they started shifting more towards managing the organizations they controlled, Geoff felt like he was missing the hands-on action. With the others’ blessing, he branched out to create his own gang under the syndicate, which would be the Fakes.

Geoff was the acting boss, supervisor, and manager of the Fakes for many years, while still juggling responsibilities with the Roosters. After a while, he felt the stress of it all begin to weigh on him, so he decided to pass some of it off. He made Trevor the acting supervisor of the crew’s regular business, while he handed management of behind-the-scenes matters to Lindsay. He’s still technically the boss, though, and any Big decisions go through him.

Jack

Jack actually met Geoff when they were in the military together. While he was a journalist, she was a pilot, and while she’d always been a sort of straight-laced, innocent kid growing up, she discovered that she actually loved flying. More than that, she loved the excitement of a chase or a gunfight. When she got back, she found herself bored.

That was around when Geoff called her up with an offer- one that not only allowed her to get back in the cockpit, but promised twice the action way more money than she ever got in the military. Of course, she said yes.

Jack’s main role in the crew is transport and evac. She can fly or drive anything, from a city bus to speedboat to a cargobob. Unofficially, she’s a sort of second-in-command for Geoff. He usually discusses any business stuff with her before making decisions. She’s also probably the most capable medic in the main crew, though she’s not an expert, and will pass off the responsibility if they have access to someone more formally trained.

Gavin

I imagine Gavin comes from a criminal family. Nothing exciting; standard white-collar stuff, embezzlement and fraud. They were substantially wealthy from their exploits and sent him to private school and all that, but Gavin found it all horribly boring. By the time he reached high school, he was experimenting with every type of low-level crime he could think of; theft and vandalism, all that shit.

Eventually, his habit of making enemies got him in over his head, and eventually he found himself in serious hot water. Out of options, he forged some papers and got a flight out of Britain. He’d far from learnt his lesson, though. He didn’t plan on cleaning up his act, and he decided to hide in plain sight, in the most crime-infested city America had to offer- Los Santos.

That was where he met Geoff. He was working odd jobs around the city, still new to America (and, though he’d never admit it, pretty lost and scared- he’s only sixteen). He gets hired by some asshole to take out Geoff, and he isn’t familiar enough with the scene to know better, so he goes for it. When Geoff has the knife out of his hands and a gun pointed at his head in less than two seconds, he’s pretty sure he’s fucked- but Geoff doesn’t shoot. Because fuck, how the hell is he supposed to take out this scrawny, terrified kid? So he talks to him instead, and when he finds out that Gavin has no loyalties to the guy that hired him and has a much broader skill set than Geoff would have expected, he decides to take him in.

As for my take on The Golden Boy- I personally don’t see Gavin as a hacker, and tbh I personally Cannot picture him suave enough to be some smooth-talking informant. In my mind, he’s sort of the crew’s everyman. He does a little bit of everything- stealth, dealing, hacking, fighting- he isn’t really an expert at any of it, but if you need something done, he probably knows enough to help.

Michael

Michael was raised in New Jersey with his brothers. His life was fairly normal, to be honest. He got a gig as an electrician, and it sucked, but he was doing okay. And then his mom got sick, and things started falling apart. Long story short, he ended up turning to more unsavory ways to get the money she needed for her treatment. He found out that he was pretty good at making bombs, and even better at cracking skulls.

Michael only ever dipped into those practices to help his mom, but once you go in, it’s pretty hard to get out. He was running with a gang in New Jersey for a long time, until one day, their leader sold them out to the cops. He and some friends ran away to Los Santos, but still got caught, and suddenly he was locked up in a LS prison.

It was in prison that he met this guy named Gavin. After bonding through some good old fashioned prison fighting and saving each other’s asses, Gavin told him that he’s part of a powerful gang that was planning on breaking him out. He said that he needed help with the prep work they needed done on from the inside, and if Michael helped him, they’d break him out with Gavin. Against every instinct, Michael agreed, and they broke out together. After they got out, Geoff decided to offer Michael a job- partly because he was impressed with him, and partly because Gavin wouldn’t stop whining until he did.

Michael is great for a steady gun or a good fight on missions, but his expertise is in demolitions. He’s self-taught, but he’s one of the best in the business, and he has fun with what he does.

Lindsay

Lindsay has always thrived on chaos. This presented itself more innocently in her childhood, but once she reached her teen years, it quickly spiraled into something more dangerous. She was always looking for something more risky, more exciting. Speeding, then shoplifting, then vandalism; it was never enough.

That being said, it shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise when some friends easily talked her into her first burglary. From then on, it was an easy slide into the more serious world of crime. She was a gun for hire by twenty, had long left her well-meaning parents behind, travelling with no real goal and making both allies and enemies everywhere she went.

When she cropped up in Los Santos, trailing gunfire and spray-paint cat tags where she went, Geoff knew she was meant to be one of them. He hired her for some odd jobs at first, just to make sure; but just a few looks at her style proved his theory. He offered her permanent position and she took it on a whim.

True to her role, Lindsay is the crew’s wildcard. Sort of like Gavin, except her skills are more specifically in the “fuck shit up” range.

Jeremy

Born and raised in Boston, Jeremy had a not-so-great home life and started hanging with the wrong crowds from a young age. He grew up through fistfights and car wrecks, and by the time he was grown, he didn’t really know anything else. He was actually pretty close with his gang back home. They were the ones who taught him the importance of loyalty; how important it is to have people you can trust. Nothing good lasts forever, though. When another gang- much bigger, much stronger- started picking them off, their leader made the tough choice to disband. Despite communal reluctance, she got them all set up to go underground in different parts of the country. Jeremy was sent to Los Santos.

While there, Jeremy saved a boy he saw being jumped in an alley. The boy turned out to be a hacker and information dealer named Matt. Jeremy was homeless at the time, and Matt offered to let him stay at his place as thanks. Somehow, this quickly turned into them being roommates and friends, and then partners, when they decided it would be a good idea for Jeremy to tag along on Matt’s deals for protection.

While helping Matt, Jeremy made a name for himself in underground fighting rings, known by his half-joke moniker “Rimmy Tim”. One night, a non-regular sat in to watch the fight, and afterwards approached him with an offer. The stranger was one Geoff Ramsey, and the offer was for a job with the Fakes. Jeremy happened to know who the Fakes were- and be a big fan of their work. He was nervous, but he accepted the offer, and it only took a few weeks for them to essentially pull him in.

Jeremy is, in simple terms, the crew’s muscle. He drives, he shoots, and most importantly, he can fight. If anything needs doing that involves those three things, he’s good for it.

Matt

Matt grew up in a small, boring town with a small, boring family. He filled his boredom with the digital world. Eventually, he started diving deeper; learning how to code, and then how to program, and then how to hack. By the time he was seventeen, Matt was going by the alias of “Axial” on dark-web forums, dealing information and breaking into everything from private systems to locked-down, international servers.

After turning eighteen, Matt decided he was sick of his home town and used the money he’d gained from his illegal business to disappear and move somewhere more exciting- Los Santos. After a few months of living there, he met a boy named Jeremy, who saved him from a deal gone wrong. He liked Jeremy, and it seemed like Jeremy liked him; despite the suspicions they both probably should have had in their lines of work, they became fast friends and roommates, deciding to work together.

When Jeremy got hired by the Fakes, Matt was disappointed, but resigned to the fact that he would be back on his own. Until he was pulled away from his work one night to a knock at the door, and found the Vagabond there, ready to take him to the penthouse. Apparently, the crew had been in need of a hacker for a while; and a certain new member had put in quite the good word for him.

Matt is, obviously, the crew’s hacker. He doesn’t really go on the field too much; he’ll tag along if there’s a proximity requirement on his part, or if a bunch of people are unavailable and they really need a backup driver or something, but for the most part he operates from the penthouse. He’s usually on comms during the heists to give directions or help with security or recon in real-time.

Trevor [TW: Sex work mention]

Trevor grew up in a trailer park in Blaine County, raised by a single mom. She loved him, but was involved with all the wrong people. When an altercation with an ex-boyfriend ended up deadly, fourteen-year-old Trevor up and ran as fast as he could, and ended up in the streets of Los Santos. He got by with begging and soup kitchens at first, but he started picking up tricks, on his own or from others he watched. Pickpocketing, manipulation, shoplifting; whatever he could use to get a bit of an advantage, he took.

It was just a while after he turned eighteen that a man he met outside a bar proposed he enter a different “path” of business. Trevor was reluctant, but he was also desperate, and the man made a lot of promises. He ended up spending two years as a prostitute, until one night he’d had enough. He killed the man who’d been selling him and ran once again.

Once again faced with life on the streets, he returned to what he knew he was good at- lying and stealing. He came up with the alias of Reached, and became a thief and informant by commission, fairly well-known. He became close associates- maybe even friends, if such a thing existed in Los Santos- with another duo, Rimmy Tim and Axial. One day, they gave him a call- saying their new employers needed someone with his skills on a job. To make a long story short, when the Fakes met Trevor, he was pretty much already a part of the team.

Trevor is a thief by trade. Stealth, deception, and stealing is what he does best. He’s a master lock picker and an expert at slight of hand, and is far too good at putting on an innocent face.

Alfredo

Alfredo was raised by a big, loving family; but people are a product of their environment. A combination of wrong place, wrong time, and peer pressure had him messing around with local gangs far before he should have even seen a gun. But Alfredo always had a knack for precision, and he had the aim of a trained vet, and he was probably a little too busy being cocky to understand the risks he was taking.

Eventually, those risks caught up with him. He was in a lot of hot water and he knew his family was in danger. He couldn’t let them get hurt on his account, so he ran to protect them. He considered turning a new leaf when he got to Los Santos, but quickly realized that if that was the plan, he’d picked the wrong place to do it. It wasn’t long before he was dragged back into work as a gun for hire.

He was good- really good, and when some hot shot rolls into the city with a sniper and skills like that, it shakes things up, and word gets around. Word even gets to some of the most powerful men in the city- including Geoff Ramsey, who decides that if this kid is really as good as he’s heard, there’s no way he’s letting him get snatched up by anybody else first. His invite to Alfredo is more short-notice than it was with the others, but he and the crew click in about two seconds flat, so it really doesn’t take a lot of convincing.

Obviously, Alfredo is their sniper. He’s a hell of a shot with any gun, and can do fine with up-close combat when he needs to, but he’s at his best when he’s giving cover from a rooftop.

Fiona

Fiona comes from one of France’s most infamous criminal organizations. Her parents run the group, and she was raised, essentially, as the heir to the business. She’s been trained since she was a child to be the best at any skill she might need. An array of languages, hand to hand combat in five forms, dozens of weapons, from blades to melee to guns- most of all, she studied deception.

There was a small problem, though. Fiona appreciated everything her family did for her- but there was also no way in hell she was just going to drag on the family business. She wanted to make a name for herself, and she wanted more than the stuffy, starch-white world they were giving her. So she ran away to America. She spent a few years travelling, testing out different paths. At one point, she ended up in long-term employment with a gang. Except she ended up hating said gang, and she wanted out.

Luck happened to be on her side. One day, she was told that they’d kidnapped two people who happened to be members of a powerful crew called the Fakes. Fiona knew the second she laid eyes on the two- a strangely similar looking pair named Trevor and Alfredo- that they were her ticket out. She made a deal with them, that she’d let them escape if they took her with them and kept her safe, and the three of them had a wild adventure that lasted about a week, and ended in the three of them strolling into the penthouse, ragged and exhausted but looking like they’d just had the time of their lives, with Trevor and Alfredo proudly declaring that Fiona was now their newest member.

Fiona is a master of disguise. She’s good at a lot of things, but putting on an act is what really sets her apart. Give her a wig and a makeup kit and she can turn herself into a new person in five minutes flat- complete with an accent and everything. She’s the go-to when the crew need undercover jobs done.

#fahc #fake ah crew #fake achievement hunter crew #fahc geoff #fahc jack #fahc ryan #fahc gavin #fahc michael #fahc lindsay #fahc jeremy #fahc matt #fahc trevor #fahc alfredo #fahc fiona #headcanons #ghost archives

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partyinthemysterymachine · 4 years ago

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Of Jellicle Worldbuilding pt. ?????/??????????

beyond ye olde cutte is the beginning of spitballing lore for the new world in which the Jellicle Tribe is a part of.

this is literally just spitballin and i assure you this may or not make sense, but either way, i hope y’all dig it LOL

as it develops i’ll just slap everything up here and see where it goes lmao

now for some assorted information such as humanoid/anthro (idk i like ‘anthro’ call me old fashioned) animal status/territory information and number of tribes/society information and rehash on Tugger’s storyteller/bard status as well as his shocking decision to groom himself as he did/Jellicle Junkyard territorial map/And More

TAKES PLACE HUNDREDS OF YEARS AFTER FALL OF HUMANITY, DON’T ASK, DOMESTIC CATS HAVE EVOLVED TO HUMANOIDS NOW

OTHER HUMANOID ANIMALS INCLUDE:

RATS

DOGS (BREED SPECIFIC)

WATER FOWL/BIRDS ARE RARE AND KNOWN BIRDS INCLUDE:

3 SWANS EASTERN USA AREA, 1 IN NY/NJ

2 DUCKS IN MIDWEST

1 CANADIAN GOOSE IN MIDWEST

1 OWL, 1 FALCON IN NORTHWEST

5 PIGEONS (RUMORED) IN WEST COAST

OTHER RUMORED/RARE:

GATORS

SHEEP

DEER

BOVINE

MOUNTAIN CATS

FOX

POSSUM

RACCOON

THESE ARE CONSIDERED RUMORED/RARE TO MOST TRIBES, BUT SPECIFICALLY IN EASTERN US/NEW ENGLAND

the tribal society that takes over New York State is considered “upscale” for the lack of a better word rn and probably one of the oldest and most respected societies.

there are roughly 50 tribes in the whole state. they are somewhat ranked and they have fluctuated throughout the years, of course.

TRIBAL TERRITORIES (NEEDS CAREFUL THOUGHT LOL)

tribal territories vary as being very close together and very far apart.

for the Staten Island Society, there are 3 tribes.

for the Manhattan Society, there are 4 tribes.

for the Brooklyn Society, there are 4 tribes.

for the Queens Society, there are 9 tribes.

- JFK AIRPORT TERRITORY ALSO ENCOMPASSES FROM BREEZY POINT TO FAR ROCKAWAY. THIS IS AN ENORMOUS TERRITORY AND HOME TO PRESTIGIOUS SCHOOLS AND ELITE.

- THERE ARE MEMBERS FROM OTHER TRIBES THAT LIVE HERE. MIXED OPINIONS ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THIS IS SEEN AS SPURNING THEIR TRIBE OR BOLSTERS THEIR REPUTATION.

the Jellicles have been highly ranked in the top 15 for the past 60 years or so, as Deut’s leadership has gotten stranger. whereas they’ve been solidly in the top 3 - 6 for decades, they’ve been lingering around 9 - 12 and have even dipped to 14 since Macavity’s exile. this does have many repercussions.

tribal territory varies. the Jellicle Junkyard is considered one of the more medium-sized types.

tribal territory are essentially towns, or even cities if they’re large enough. the tribe that occupies Central Park is one of the smaller tribes, of course, but have a damningly incredible location. that tribe also hosts a guard that’s nearly unmatched. they also offer training there and a market that’s very, very highly sought. they are known for their rugs, woven items like bags/baskets and even clothes

CLOTHES ARE UNCOMMON, AS A WHOLE, THOUGH THERE ARE A FEW TRIBES THAT HAVE TAKEN TO FULL OUTFITS

IT’S CONSIDERED VERY STRANGE TO EVEN HAVE ACCESSORIES, AND TRIBES WITH FULL WARDROBES TEND TO “DRESS DOWN” IN MAJOR SOCIETY

GROOMING TO SHORT HAIR OR EVEN SHAVING IS WHAT IS DONE WITH THE SICK

TUGGER HAVING GROOMED HIMSELF TO A MANE AND SHORT HAIR AND WEARING ACCESSORIES IS SHOCKING, ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS A FULL LONG HAIR AND HE’S CHOSEN TO MESH BOTH LONG AND SHORT

(this was a ballsy idea and when he did it, Deut raised hell about it. Tugger very well could have destroyed the Jellicles’ social standing even more, and there was a huge uproar and the Jellicles were embarrassed. however, Tugger has proved himself - since this grooming was so revolutionary and rebellious that they expected him to be like Macavity in the way of a turncoat. it even affected his ambassador duties, since some tribes turned him away, refusing to have him amongst their people like that.

Tugger’s storytelling/bard abilities are highly valued in this society (and such talent is valuable elsewhere, too; the ? Festival in which he goes to compete against other storytellers across the country is two weeks long. it’s extremely competitive and even semi-finalists are treated with high honors. he made wild waves showing up to the Festival looking like that, as grooming is a mixed bag in other societies.

either way, his placing second that year was HUGE in his representing the Jellicles and the NY/NJ societies so that really softened opinions (but didn’t stop grumbling). he was invited back to tribes that had turned him away and the Jellicles’s ranking was saved - and improved.

however, his enormous steel balls are influencing society more and more, not just locally but across the country, since the Festival is bi-annual, and storytellers are the highest level of celebrity, considered extremely valuable and even revered. not many are bards as well as storytellers, and Tugger being both, as well as placing #1 at the Festival three years running, is doing stupid amounts of good for the society he’s a part of.

that should have been keeping the Jellicles high in their ranking in itself, but Deut and Macavity’s exile/leadership of the Syndicate/Outliers Clan is doing continuous damage.)

TRIBES ARE LARGELY GENERATIONAL, HOWEVER WILL WELCOME POTENTIAL TRIBAL MEMBERS FROM OTHER TRIBES (WITH RULES/LIMITATIONS) AND TEMPORARY MEMBERSHIP FOR TRAVELERS (LIKE A VISA) OR HOSPITALITY (LIKE A HOTEL)

(the Outliers Clan is only one piece of many under the Syndicate ofc, and his leadership of the Syndicate actually spans past NY/NJ, and this is an enormous deal, as the Outliers are growing in numbers and territory and this naturally makes A Lot Of People Mad).

landmarks are often named after their human (probably a new word for them) names (Old Times Square, Old Portland Bay, Old Jersey City, etc) though some have gotten new names.

for NY, the Empire State and Chrysler Building are destroyed.

TRIBE: JELLICLES

LOCATION: Manhattan, OLD TIMES SQUARE

CIVILIAN/RESIDENT POPULATION: 800?

PERIMETERS: SEE MAP (TENTATIVE)

SIGNIFICANT TERRITORIAL PROS:

- PENN STATION

- TIMES SQUARE

- BRYANT PARK

- FLATIRON BUILDING

- RADIO CITY

- 2 MUSEUMS

WINTER GARDEN THEATRE LMAO

TERRITORIAL CONS:

- FIGURE THAT OUT LATER LMAO

MANHATTAN FROM STERN TO STEM ~4hr WALK STRAIGHT DOWN

THE PROWL CAN PROBABLY PATROL THE ENTIRETY OF MANHATTAN AND WILL POSSIBLY MOVE TO BROOKLYN/BRONX/YONKERS SOMETIMES

THE PROWL is a HIGH HONOR and HIGH RANKING patrol/guard within The New York Tribal Protection Collective (NYTPC). the Prowl itself consists of Protectors from each tribe, sometimes two or three representing. they patrol their own section (Manhattan, etc) and will move across lines.

Munkustrap and Alonzo are members of the Prowl. there’re talks to promote Plato, too.

subways are used as pathways between areas obv and defunct train cars have been disassembled and they’ve basically unfolded them for easy walking across the rails, it’s very good merchant space and actually well air conditioned and heated as necessary.

electricity does exist and it’s constantly being updated and worked on; outages are a risk and there are electricians and engineers working 24/7 in shifts

Skimbleshanks is called the Railway Cat because he’s pretty much always on the railways as an electrician/engineer. he’s helping build and improve a facility in hopes of better transportation/making trains work again. he is a HIGHLY VALUABLE member of the Jellicles and society (across the entire country) and is a part of a coalition/guild for engineers/electricians/etc that are working to improve cross-country as well as local transportation and electrical advances.

other worldbuilding posts:

the first one i did lmao

#ches writes #cats musical #world building #worldbuilding #hhhh wtf do i call this #jellicle worldbuilding #ok but srsly i gotta give this a Name #figure it out later #what's in a name???#there's only three types after all #so i hear

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acuppellarp · 5 years ago

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We’re excited to announce that Em has decided to level up DJ Jeffries from a mumu minor character to a main character! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: em + she/her Age: fossil Timezone: est Ships: dj/chem Anti-Ships: dj/forced

IC INFO

Full Name: Dolores Jean “DJ” Jeffries Face Claim: Odette Annable Age/Birthday: 30 / August 18, 1989 Occupation: Carpenter and electrician for her family’s company, which she’s being groomed to eventually take over when her dad decides to retire. She also runs her own side business, DJ Designs, where she specializes in custom pieces. Personality: agreeable, hardworking, loyal, mechanically-minded, reactionary, simple, and trusting Hometown: Upper West Side, Manhattan Bio:

DJ was gifted with her names -- Dolores Jean -- by having the honor of being the first grandchild on either side of her parents’ families. As a result she thoroughly spoiled and dotted upon for the first few years of her life, and knows she still ranks as the favorite grandkid.

From the time she could step into her dad’s work boots and have enough strength to drag his tool belt, DJ would willingly follow her father to weekend work sites, and want to help out however she could. DJ’s mom wished her only daughter would take interest in other pursuits, but as DJ progressed through school and it was clear intelligence wasn’t in traditional academics, her dad was able to persuade her mom that DJ’s interest and talent for the work was not only good for her, but good for the family business. As a result, while still in high school DJ started working on the hours needed for her trade apprenticeships.

She’s been with her family’s company since, and knows the expectation is that she’ll eventually take over for her dad -- just like her dad did for her granddad -- whenever he decides to retire. DJ’s taken a few business courses as preparation, but the reality of it all scares her. She knows she’s good at her current job, but the weight of having to carry a whole company and what her family has built is nerve-racking, so she hopes her dad’s jokes about eyeing retirement soon are just that: jokes.

In her free time DJ’s working to grow her side-business, DJ Designs, which she runs out of her grandparents’ garage in Queens. She does custom woodwork and commissions for clients, and has created everything from tables and chairs, to bunkbeds and bed frames, cabinetry, and outdoor play sets. She also volunteers her time for Big Brothers Big Sisters, as well as youth sports leagues in her neighborhood. She got interested in the latter because of having horrible experiences with team sports while growing up. Given her size -- DJ’s 6′5 -- and natural athleticism, most of her youth coaches put a lot of pressure on her to do well and better than her teammates. Sports ended up stressing her out and making herself feel horrible whenever her team lost as she felt like she was solely responsible. Eventually her parents transitioned her to a swim team. While there was still a team element involved, most of the competition of individual-based, and DJ thrived. She still doesn’t personally participate in team sports to this day, but actively enjoys watching them and cheering on her friends.

Pets: Step-roomie-parent to Marley’s new kitten, Paul McCartney, though DJ calls him Mac.

Relationships:

Marley Rose. Roommate. After her breakup Marley was surfing couches while trying to figure out a permanent place to land. Noticing that Marley seems down and tired, DJ asks what was up one morning while grabbing her first coffee of the day, and in the end offers Marley the second bedroom in her apartment. Even though she’s lived on her own for a couple of years, DJ’s happy to have someone to share her space with, especially someone like Marley since she has a certain light about her.

Quinn Fabray. Suds Bud. DJ has followed soccer for most of her young into adult life, so she definitely knew who Quinn was the moment she started frequenting ACup. DJ managed to gush only the first two times they met, and then they connected through a shared love of sports and athletics. Together they play fantasy football through her company’s league, and enjoy kicking back in front of a big screen at a bar or at each other’s homes, splitting a six pack and greasy food, and watching whatever sporting event is on the tube.

Lacey Mikhailov. Faith Friend. Since DJ’s faith is such an important part of her life, she’s sought out others that are as equally enthusiastic and also identify as not straight. That’s how she and Lacey connected, and they’ve attended services at each other’s places of worship.

Lola Alvarez. Faith Friend. DJ and Lola were familiar with each from ACup, and then they happened to catch each other at the same Holy Trinity service. DJ often lights a candle for Mimi, Lola’s mom, and they’ve attended special prayer services together.

Bea Smith. Ex. DJ calls what she and Bea did as dating, even if Bea didn’t want to label what they shared. So as a result, DJ wanted more and needed more from Bea than she was ready to give, so DJ ended the relationship. DJ doesn’t really have it in her to hold a grudge, so they’re on decent terms now, even if there’s still some awkwardness now and again.

Kate Hummel. Ex. Upon moving to NYC Kate was looking to land her first girlfriend, and DJ couldn’t help but notice Kate and her confidence. They didn’t really have too much in common with each other aside from general attraction, and went on a few dates, spent a lot of time kissing, but whenever things moved toward something more, Kate would get spooked, and eventually they mutually thought being just friends was their destiny.

April’s Showers. Cheerleader. DJ certainly has the athletic ability to be on the pitch and play alongside her friends, but given her past experiences with team sports she’s more than happy to stand on the sidelines, wear face paint and sometimes Quinn’s jersey, and cheer on the team.

EXTRA INFO

[ This is for the masterlist, but also a fun little way to get to know your character! ]

DJ / @djjeffries /description: 🌲i’m good with my hands 🛠️

Five latest tweets:

@djjeffries: someone on the opposing team thought @theyearofthestar and @aycarmencita were my kids today. #smolandtolproblems

@djjeffries: THIS IS NOT A DRILL FELIPES IS SELLING 2 FOR 1 TACOS OVER AT COLUMBUS CIRCLE

@djjeffries: still never over the fact that jbieber disrespected mama mary in that one acceptance speech.

@djjeffries: i spy with my little eye the alarm clock i’m gonna go throw across the room when it buzzes again.

@djjeffries: so i guess i build guitars now https://imgur.com/tFdtuOV.

#accepted #acup: level up

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merrock · 2 years ago

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: David Castañeda

full name: Dexter Alejandro Lawrence

nickname(s): Dex

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

birth date: December 1st, 1989

birth place: New Jersey

time in town: 11 years

housing: rural countryside

occupation: bricklayer and electrician

family: siblings (Spencer, Hazel and Elena), child (11 years old) baby mama/girlfriend

personality: Dex is a carefree spirit through and through. Always the class clown and ready to make people laugh, especially his family members with whom he shows little to no seriousness most of the times to, especially during the hard times, but compensates this with loyalty and protection. He tries to live as easily as possible although sometimes gets carried away by his emotions, which he feels too deeply so it tends to get him into difficult situations or ends up making rushed decisions. Dex also lives to be on the spotlight, he is one to break into dancing in the supermarket and embarrass whoever is with him at the moment. Something that he does take seriously is work as his adoptive parents taught him the value of hard work.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Dexter was born in New Jersey to a single, teenage mom, his parents were in a relations until the moment, Adriana, his mother, got pregnant and then he pretended as if they were never together. Still, giving him in adoption was not on the plans. Her family didn't have money to spare, but tried to make things work so Adriana could finish school while Dexter's grandmother looked after him during these hours but after two years one monthly wedge that came from Dex's grandfather was not enough, and his grandma had to find one, too and leaving the almost two-year-old baby under the watch of other relatives or a nanny were neither an option and with a broken heart, Adriana had to give up her rights up. She loved the baby since she found out about him, in spite of what her boyfriend said about her afterwards and she wanted a better life for him than the one she could give him.

Dex grew up having no recollection of his biological family, the only thing that made her real was the story that his adoptive parents gave him when they explained his origins, when some kid pointed out in a hurtful way how he and his brother were adopted. As a kid he understood the reason his mother gave him into adoption, having no resentment in his innocent heart, however, the older he got, the more he let people's words about him and his family get him, leading him to get into troubles in spite of his easy going nature; it wasn't until later on that he was finally able to "kill them with kindness".

When he turned eighteen, Dex decided he was ready to get in touch with his biological mother, finding out she was married, had two children and was happy. Adrianna explained her life back then and how she never stopped thinking of him. Dex was somewhat satisfied to get some answers of his origins and promised Adrianna to stay in touch. Still to this day, they text and he visits her a once or twice a year but it never occurred to him to leave Connecticut, where he always felt at home.

School was never his forte, rather, Dex preferred manual work and from his teenage years he knew he wanted to work on building, ending up working as a bricklayer and electrician after taking courses at the community College. What was not on Dex's plans, were becoming a father at 19; what was supposed to be a summer fling in Merrock when he visited his grandparents, turned into the girl telling him she was pregnant by a phone call. He knew he wouldn't be like his biological father and stepped to the occasion, promising her he'd be with her in whatever decision she made and finally, they became parents, resulting in Dex moving permanently to Merrock to be closer to his new family and watch his child grow.

Dexter is now a little bit of a manchild, carefree and fun-loving. He doesn't mind showing himself as a goofy person if that makes someone smile.

#merrockbio #dexterlawrence

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nlportfoliobsm308 · 3 years ago

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1- About me

I am a 22-year-old student, studying the Bachelor of Sports Media at Holmesglen Institute. Sports has been a big part of my life since day one, where I was given the smallest Sydney Swans jersey you could possibly imagine from my second cousin, so some would say I was already destined for a life within sports even before I was born.

I originally finished high school in the VCAL program with aspirations to become an electrician, a plea to follow the money in a job in which I was certain to dislike. Before starting an apprenticeship, I decided to travel overseas with the ‘Camp America’ program and experience working in a foreign country. To this day, I believe it is the greatest decision I have ever made as I returned home after four months with a range of new social skills, including being able to talk in front of large groups, take control of situations, lead from the front and grow the confidence to interact with others in a more professional standard. This trip also made me realise that I did not want to spend my entire life working a job I hate for money but be able to enjoy what I do in the industry I am most passionate about, sport.

I now have experience working within a couple of local sporting clubs through the course, including the Westbourne Grammarians, Preston Bullants and the Lysterfield Wolves. These experiences allowed me to practice skills in relation to social media, journalism, marketing and PR in which I can use today.

My long-term ambition is to work for or within the Formula 1 community, as being able to travel around the world covering my favourite sport would be a dream come true. But although I can dream, I am looking forward to the opportunity to build my skills and attributes in smaller organisations in Australia to hopefully climb the ladder high enough until I reach the top.

Reflecting on my study performance to date, I am happy how my transition from first year to second year was completed, as a change in attitude and focus allowed me to not only enjoy what I was doing more but get the higher marks across all my subjects to finally show off my real potential. I believe I need to improve my organisational skills in terms of completing assessments at an earlier date, and I expect that going forward in this subject and my future internship, I can further educate myself within the industries in a professional workplace, and adapt the appropriate behavioural characteristics required to be successful in the industry.

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anabioun · 7 years ago

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THIS GROUP IS CURRENTLY CLOSED TO NEW MEMBERS, DUE TO THE HIGH VOLUME OF APPLICANTS.

i thought it might help get more people into this discord group verse if there was a list of the sorts of example roles and characters for the au. this is by no means an exhaustive list --- if you have an idea for a type of character that isn’t listed here, that doesn’t mean you can’t bring them in! this is just to give people some inspiration.

HUMANS.

linguistic specialists. with so many paranormal and extraterrestrial creatures in one place, the bureau would have to employ some linguistic experts to try and work out how to communicate with these creatures. some might speak human languages, but others may not --- the organisation would have to account for that. field agents. somebody’s gotta go out to investigate creatures, cover up ufo crashes, and talk to witnesses. research scientists. there could be all sorts of scientists acting as part of this bureau. geneticists, neuroscientists, biologists, zoologists --- the list is endless. psychologists. the organisation would want to understand how the minds of different sentient creatures might work. in addition, the field agents would likely deal with a lot of mental trauma from the sorts of things they’ve seen, so it’s likely they’d need to see psychologists or therapists, too. doctors and nurses. inhuman creatures get sick and injured, too! someone’s got to treat them, and someone’s got to help with drawing blood, conducting x-rays, and so on. maintenance workers. as the shape of water proved, ever top-secret government facilities need someone to keep the place clean. they’d need janitors, electricians, IT workers, etc. administrators. this place may deal with unconventional happenings, but it’s still a government organisation, and that means bureaucratic work. filing, transcribing, secretarial work, etc.

INHUMANS.

cryptids. with so many sightings of supposed cryptids, some of them must have ended up here. the jersey devil? mothman? bigfoot? chupacabra? if someone’s seen it, it’s probably here. aliens. this one’s a must, of course. with so many ufos sighted over the decades, one or two live aliens may have ended up stranded on earth. explore what they might look like! aliens with tentacles, aliens with big eyes and green skin, aliens that look nothing like humans, aliens that can change their shape, aliens with fifty eyes and ten mouths --- go wild. man-made monsters. my character, the being, would fall into this category. not all monsters are naturally-occurring creatures --- some of them were the results of failed experiments by human beings. was someone trying to raise the dead? were they pulling a dr. moreau and trying to create human-animal hybrids? did a person experiment on themselves and end up becoming monstrous? you can make this into anything you want. interdimensional creatures. hellboy would fall into this sort of category: beings from another realm, instead of from space. where did they come from? were they pulled through by someone else or did they come of their own volition? possibilities are endless. once-human creatures. i mentioned this briefly in the man-made monsters section, but it deserves its own category. did someone experiment on themselves and end up monstrous? was someone cursed by something supernatural or divine? exploring how they feel about being monstrous after living a human life could be such a fascinating route to take.

#discord rp #horror rp #mumu rp #supernatural rp #paranormal rp #sci fi rp #open rp #( * project maverick. )

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overwatchleaguereport · 7 years ago

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Overwatch League: How to Pick Your Team

After a mouth-wateringly long wait, the Overwatch League preseason begins this week. Cue the drums and fanfare! But before we bust out the foam fingers, it is of vital importance that each fan picks a favorite team. Picking at random is not an option.

The OWL teams have marketed themselves in a fashion very similar to traditional sports teams. This has helped remind me that choosing a favorite team is of vital importance. My dad raised me to be a BYU Sports fan, and even though my interest in following their teams waned, I still got my degree from BYU. Since Overwatch League is in its first generation, the choice you make today may affect your family far into the future. You may take your children or even your grandchildren to the Overwatch World Cup. The decision you make today will have long-reaching consequences. Here are six different ways you can choose your future favorite OWL team, and choosing at random is not an acceptable option.

1. Ride the Bandwagon

This article will be really short if you like riding the bandwagon. Picking a favorite OWL team is easy for you, as you will root for the team that has the best chance of dominating their competition, no matter who it is or who else you rooted for earlier in the season. All you have to do is convince your friends you always supported the winning team. This is easily accomplished by buying twelve different jerseys with a different team logo each. Then, when your loyalties drift, you can swap out jerseys and tell your friends that their memories are mistaken, that you’ve always had this one jersey with that one team on it. If this is already your plan, then you can log off, satisfied you have this season in the bag.

2. Geography

Many sports teams find their fans within their home cities or even the surrounding area. If you are one of those lucky OWL fans with a team (or two) in your city, good for you! However, since there are only twelve Overwatch teams scattered all across the world, the odds of a team being in your city is slim.

Your next option is to choose the closest city. In my case, this is San Francisco. But I live in Utah, and I’ve never even been to California. The only things I know about San Francisco are what’s shown the movie Big Hero 6, and I’m sure that movie only got the city half right, anyway.

For some of you, this bullet point was helpful enough to help you choose your team. But if you’re like me, mere proximity isn’t enough to guarantee a lifelong, multi-generational fandom. Another solution besides picking at random has to be found.

3. Team Name

With twelve team names, it can be hard to narrow them down. Knowing that the myriad options are a veritable firehose, I created a list that successfully matches every possible demographic with best suited team name. I guarantee not a single person in the entire world will be left out by this list.

a. Choose Boston Uprising if you belong to an enterprising group of wise-cracking, well-meaning rebels out to tear down their oppressive empire.

b. ‎Choose Dallas Fuel if you work in the gasoline industry.

c. ‎Choose Florida Mayhem if you consider yourself the Junkrat of your friend group.

d. ‎Choose the Houston Outlaws if you love running from law enforcement in a chain gang.

e. ‎Choose the London Spitfire if your favorite historical figure is Winston (Churchill, not Gorilla).

f. ‎Choose the Los Angeles Gladiators if you are Spartacus.

g. ‎Choose the Los Angeles Valiant if you can list more than five of the classic Christian virtues off the top of your head.

h. ‎Choose the New York Excelsior if you love every single one of Stan Lee’s appearances in the Marvel movies.

i. ‎Choose the Philadelphia Fusion if you’re a nuclear physicist.

j. ‎Choose the San Francisco Shock if you’re a bad electrician.

k. ‎Choose the Seoul Dynasty if you are a fan of the 2017 soap opera reboot series.

l. ‎Choose the Shanghai dragons if you insist on playing a Dragonborn in every single one of your friend’s Dungeons and Dragons game.

And there you have it. Of all the conceivable demographics across the world, OWL managed to represent all of them with every team name. Unfortunately, I was not represented by any of these team names, so it’s on to a different method. Anything besides picking at random.

4. Team Colors

When looking at all the OWL team uniforms, you will likely see your favorite color, so long as your favorite color is adjacent to orange or blue.

Boston Uprising, Dallas Fuel, New York Excelsior, and London Spitfire are blue, different blue, third blue, and less blue blue, respectively. Philadelphia Fusion, Florida Mayhem, San Francisco Shock, and Shanghai Dragons are yellow-orange, red and yellow, orangest orange, and yellow-red. The Houston Outlaws and the Los Angeles Valiant are green and same green, and so the only two teams with any originality to their color scheme–Seoul Dynasty and Los Angeles Gladiators–stand out compared to the rest. Of course, if purple or black aren’t your colors, then you’re out of luck.

As for me, my favorite color is teal, so I am definitely out of luck. Even worse, because so many teams share color schemes, throwing a dart at a color wheel won’t help you pick out a favorite team, either. Thankfully, there are still more ways to pick an Overwatch team than just at random.

5. Favorite Streamer

A lot of OWL team members became well-known Overwatch personalities thanks to their YouTube and Twitch channels. If you’ve played Overwatch for any amount of time, you’ve likely stumbled upon one or more of these streamers as they completely and totally wreck their competition live in front of thousands of fans. If you can name a single Overwatch personality off the top of your head, then rooting for their team is probably the best option for you.

However, if you’re like me, you probably spent more time watching Unit Lost and Dabacabb–the perfect combination of strategy and hilarity–than watching the pros before their first official season. Also, you probably have a job where you aren’t able to watch streamers during work hours. As it is, I, and probably you, don’t have a favorite streamer to root for. There must be another option.

If you’ve read this far, then you must be feeling pretty desperate. “I’ve been reading this unhelpful article for ten minutes, and it hasn’t helped me figure out a better solution than picking at random!” Don’t worry, my good friend. We’re almost to the end, and I guarantee you, picking at random is not the last option.

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All right. All right! I don’t live close to a team, I am not represented by any of the team names, my favorite color is absent from the team list, and I don’t watch Overwatch streamers. Throwing a dart at a picture of the league logos probably isn’t the worst plan.

… and I just hit my cat.

7. Be a Bro

You know, in thinking about it, I have a friend who knows which team he wants to root for. Maybe I’ll just root for his team so I can use his TV and eat his snacks whenever the season officially starts.

And that’s it! Thanks to my incredibly helpful article, you now have a favorite OWL team. Stay tuned for more updates as the preseason comes in swinging!

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littlewolfdiaries · 7 years ago

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What colleges do you think each of the boys would go off to if they had the opportunity? And which boys do you think would go off?

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Unlearning the myth of American innocence

When she was 30, Suzy Hansen left the US for Istanbul – and began to realise that Americans will never understand their own country until they see it as the rest of the world does��

My mother recently found piles of my notebooks from when I was a small child that were filled with plans for my future. I was very ambitious. I wrote out what I would do at every age: when I would get married and when I would have kids and when I would open a dance studio.

When I left my small hometown for college, this sort of planning stopped. The experience of going to a radically new place, as college was to me, upended my sense of the world and its possibilities. The same thing happened when I moved to New York after college, and a few years later when I moved to Istanbul. All change is dramatic for provincial people. But the last move was the hardest. In Turkey, the upheaval was far more unsettling: after a while, I began to feel that the entire foundation of my consciousness was a lie.

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Some years after I moved to Istanbul, I bought a notebook, and unlike that confident child, I wrote down not plans but a question: who do we become if we don’t become Americans? If we discover that our identity as we understood it had been a myth? I asked it because my years as an American abroad in the 21st century were not a joyous romp of self-discovery and romance. Mine were more of a shattering and a shame, and even now, I still don’t know myself.

I grew up in Wall, a town located by the Jersey Shore, two hours’ drive from New York. Much of it was a landscape of concrete and parking lots, plastic signs and Dunkin’ Donuts. There was no centre, no Main Street, as there was in most of the pleasant beach towns nearby, no tiny old movie theatre or architecture suggesting some sort of history or memory.

Most of my friends’ parents were teachers, nurses, cops or electricians, except for the rare father who worked in “the City”, and a handful of Italian families who did less legal things. My parents were descendants of working-class Danish, Italian and Irish immigrants who had little memory of their European origins, and my extended family ran an inexpensive public golf course, where I worked as a hot-dog girl in the summers. The politics I heard about as a kid had to do with taxes and immigrants, and not much else. Bill Clinton was not popular in my house. (In 2016, most of Wall voted Trump.)

We were all patriotic, but I can’t even conceive of what else we could have been, because our entire experience was domestic, interior, American. We went to church on Sundays, until church time was usurped by soccer games. I don’t remember a strong sense of civic engagement. Instead I had the feeling that people could take things from you if you didn’t stay vigilant. Our goals remained local: homecoming queen, state champs, a scholarship to Trenton State, barbecues in the backyard. The lone Asian kid in our class studied hard and went to Berkeley; the Indian went to Yale. Black people never came to Wall. The world was white, Christian; the world was us.

We did not study world maps, because international geography, as a subject, had been phased out of many state curriculums long before. There was no sense of the US being one country on a planet of many countries. Even the Soviet Union seemed something more like the Death Star – flying overhead, ready to laser us to smithereens – than a country with people in it.

I have TV memories of world events. Even in my mind, they appear on a screen: Oliver North testifying in the Iran-Contra hearings; the scarred, evil-seeming face of Panama’s dictator Manuel Noriega; the movie-like footage, all flashes of light, of the bombing of Baghdad during the first Gulf war. Mostly what I remember of that war in Iraq was singing God Bless the USA on the school bus – I was 13 – wearing little yellow ribbons and becoming teary-eyed as I remembered the video of the song I had seen on MTV.

And I’m proud to be an American Where at least I know I’m free

That “at least” is funny. We were free – at the very least we were that. Everyone else was a chump, because they didn’t even have that obvious thing. Whatever it meant, it was the thing that we had, and no one else did. It was our God-given gift, our superpower.

By the time I got to high school, I knew that communism had gone away, but never learned what communism had actually been (“bad” was enough). Religion, politics, race – they washed over me like troubled things that obviously meant something to someone somewhere, but that had no relationship to me, to Wall, to America. I certainly had no idea that most people in the world felt those connections deeply. History – America’s history, the world’s history – would slip in and out of my consciousness with no resonance whatsoever.

Racism, antisemitism and prejudice, however – those things, on some unconscious level, I must have known. They were expressed in the fear of Asbury Park, which was black; in the resentment of the towns of Marlboro and Deal, which were known as Jewish; in the way Hispanics seemed exotic. Much of the Jersey Shore was segregated as if it were still the 1950s, and so prejudice was expressed through fear of anything outside Wall, anything outside the tiny white world in which we lived. If there was something that saved us from being outwardly racist, it was that in small towns such as Wall, especially for girls, it was important to be nice, or good – this pressure tempered tendencies toward overt cruelty when we were young.

I was lucky that I had a mother who nourished my early-onset book addiction, an older brother with mysteriously acquired progressive politics, and a father who spent his evenings studying obscure golf antiques, lost in the pleasures of the past. In these days of the 1%, I am nostalgic for Wall’s middle-class modesty and its sea-salt Jersey Shore air. But as a teenager, I knew that the only thing that could rescue me from the Wall of fear was a good college.

I ended up at the University of Pennsylvania. The lack of interest in the wider world that I had known in Wall found another expression there, although at Penn the children were wealthy, highly educated and apolitical. During orientation, the business school students were told that they were “the smartest people in the country”, or so I had heard. (Donald Trump Jr was there then, too.) In the late 1990s, everyone at Penn wanted to be an investment banker, and many would go on to help bring down the world economy a decade later. But they were more educated than I was; in American literature class, they had even heard of William Faulkner.

When my best friend from Wall revealed one night that she hadn’t heard of John McEnroe or Jerry Garcia, some boys on the dormitory hall called us ignorant, and white trash, and chastised us for not reading magazines. We were hurt, and surprised; white trash was something we said about other people at the Jersey Shore. My boyfriend from Wall accused me of going to Penn solely to find a boyfriend who drove a Ferrari, and the boys at Penn made fun of the Camaros we drove in high school. Class in America was not something we understood in any structural or intellectual way; class was a constellation of a million little materialistic cultural signifiers, and the insult, loss or acquisition of any of them could transform one’s future entirely.

In the end, I chose to pursue the new life Penn offered me. The kids I met had parents who were doctors or academics; many of them had already even been to Europe! Penn, for all its superficiality, felt one step closer to a larger world.

Still, I cannot remember any of us being conscious of foreign events during my four years of college. There were wars in Eritrea, Nepal, Afghanistan, Kosovo, East Timor, Kashmir. US embassies in Nairobi and Dar es Salaam were bombed. Panama, Nicaragua (I couldn’t keep Latin American countries straight), Osama bin Laden, Clinton bombing Iraq – nope.

I knew “Saddam Hussein”, which had the same evil resonance as “communism”. I remember the movie Wag the Dog, a satire in which American politicians start a fake war with foreign “terrorists” to distract the electorate during a domestic scandal – which at the time was what many accused Clinton of doing when he ordered a missile strike on Afghanistan during the Monica Lewinsky affair. I never thought about Afghanistan. What country was in Wag the Dog? Albania. There was a typical American callousness in our reaction to the country they chose for the movie, an indifference that said, Some bumblefuck country, it doesn’t matter which one they choose.

I was a child of the 90s, the decade when, according to America’s foremost intellectuals, “history” had ended, the US was triumphant, the cold war won by a landslide. The historian David Schmitz has written that, by that time, the idea that America won because of “its values and steadfast adherence to the promotion of liberalism and democracy” was dominating “op-ed pages, popular magazines and the bestseller lists”. These ideas were the ambient noise, the elevator music of my most formative years.

But for me there was also an intervention – a chance experience in the basement of Penn’s library. I came across a line in a book in which a historian argued that, long ago, during the slavery era, black people and white people had defined their identities in opposition to each other. The revelation to me was not that black people had conceived of their identities in response to ours, but that our white identities had been composed in conscious objection to theirs. I’d had no idea that we had ever had to define our identities at all, because to me, white Americans were born fully formed, completely detached from any sort of complicated past. Even now, I can remember that shiver of recognition that only comes when you learn something that expands, just a tiny bit, your sense of reality. What made me angry was that this revelation was something about who I was. How much more did I not know about myself?

It was because of this text that I picked up the books of James Baldwin, who gave me the sense of meeting someone who knew me better, and with a far more sophisticated critical arsenal than I had myself. There was this line:

But I have always been struck, in America, by an emotional poverty so bottomless, and a terror of human life, of human touch, so deep, that virtually no American appears able to achieve any viable, organic connection between his public stance and his private life.

And this one:

All of the western nations have been caught in a lie, the lie of their pretended humanism; this means that their history has no moral justification, and that the west has no moral authority.

And this one:

White Americans are probably the sickest and certainly the most dangerous people, of any colour, to be found in the world today.

I know why this came as a shock to me then, at the age of 22, and it wasn’t necessarily because he said I was sick, though that was part of it. It was because he kept calling me that thing: “white American”. In my reaction I justified his accusation. I knew I was white, and I knew I was American, but it was not what I understood to be my identity. For me, self-definition was about gender, personality, religion, education, dreams. I only thought about finding myself, becoming myself, discovering myself – and this, I hadn’t known, was the most white American thing of all.

I still did not think about my place in the larger world, or that perhaps an entire history – the history of white Americans – had something to do with who I was. My lack of consciousness allowed me to believe I was innocent, or that white American was not an identity like Muslim or Turk.

Of this indifference, Baldwin wrote: “White children, in the main, and whether they are rich or poor, grow up with a grasp of reality so feeble that they can very accurately be described as deluded.”

Young white Americans of course go through pain, insecurity and heartache. But it is very, very rare that young white Americans come across someone who tells them in harsh, unforgiving terms that they might be merely the easy winners of an ugly game, and indeed that because of their ignorance and misused power, they might be the losers within a greater moral universe.

In 2007, after I had worked for six years as a journalist in New York, I won a writing fellowship that would send me to Turkey for two years. I had applied for it on a whim. No part of me expected to win the thing. Even as my friends wished me congratulations, I detected a look of concern on their faces, as if I was crazy to leave all this, as if 29 was a little too late to be finding myself. I had never even been to Turkey before.

In the weeks before my departure, I spent hours explaining Turkey’s international relevance to my bored loved ones, no doubt deploying the cliche that Istanbul was the bridge between east and west. I told everyone that I chose Turkey because I wanted to learn about the Islamic world. The secret reason I wanted to go was that Baldwin had lived in Istanbul in the 1960s, on and off, for almost a decade. I had seen a documentary about Baldwin that said he felt more comfortable as a black, gay man in Istanbul than in Paris or New York.

When I heard that, it made so little sense to me, sitting in my Brooklyn apartment, that a space opened in the universe. I couldn’t believe that New York could be more illiberal than a place such as Turkey, because I couldn’t conceive of how prejudiced New York and Paris had been in that era; and because I thought that as you went east, life degraded into the past, the opposite of progress. The idea of Baldwin in Turkey somehow placed America’s race problem, and America itself, in a mysterious and tantalising international context. I took a chance that Istanbul might be the place where the secret workings of history would be revealed.

In Turkey and elsewhere, in fact, I would feel an almost physical sensation of intellectual and emotional discomfort, while trying to grasp a reality of which I had no historical or cultural understanding. I would go, as a journalist, to write a story about Turkey or Greece or Egypt or Afghanistan, and inevitably someone would tell me some part of our shared history – theirs with America – of which I knew nothing. If I didn’t know this history, then what kind of story did I plan to tell?

My learning process abroad was threefold: I was learning about foreign countries; I was learning about America’s role in the world; and I was also slowly understanding my own psychology, temperament and prejudices. No matter how well I knew the predatory aspects of capitalism, I still perceived Turkey’s and Greece’s economic advances as progress, a kind of maturation. No matter how deeply I understood the US’s manipulation of Egypt for its own foreign-policy aims, I had never considered – and could not grasp – how American policies really affected the lives of individual Egyptians, beyond engendering resentment and anti-Americanism. No matter how much I believed that no American was well-equipped for nation-building, I thought I could see good intentions on the part of the Americans in Afghanistan. I would never have admitted it, or thought to say it, but looking back, I know that deep in my consciousness I thought that America was at the end of some evolutionary spectrum of civilisation, and everyone else was trying to catch up.

American exceptionalism did not only define the US as a special nation among lesser nations; it also demanded that all Americans believe they, too, were somehow superior to others. How could I, as an American, understand a foreign people, when unconsciously I did not extend the most basic faith to other people that I extended to myself? This was a limitation that was beyond racism, beyond prejudice and beyond ignorance. This was a kind of nationalism so insidious that I had not known to call it nationalism; this was a self-delusion so complete that I could not see where it began and ended, could not root it out, could not destroy it.

In my first few months in Istanbul, I lived a formless kind of existence, days dissolving into the nights. I had no office to go to, no job to keep, and I was 30 years old, an age at which people either choose to grow up or remain stuck in the exploratory, idle phase of late-late youth. Starting all over again in a foreign country – making friends, learning a new language, trying to find your way through a city – meant almost certainly choosing the latter. I spent many nights out until the wee hours – such as the evening I drank beer with a young Turkish man named Emre, who had attended college with a friend of mine from the US.

A friend had told me that Emre was one of the most brilliant people he had ever met. As the evening passed, I was gaining a lot from his analysis of Turkish politics, especially when I asked him whether he voted for Erdoğan’s Justice and Development party (AKP), and he spat back, outraged, “Did you vote for George W Bush?” Until that point I had not realised the two might be equivalent.

Then, three beers in, Emre mentioned that the US had planned the September 11 attacks. I had heard this before. Conspiracy theories were common in Turkey; for example, when the military claimed that the PKK, the Kurdish militant group, had attacked a police station, some Turks believed the military itself had done it; they believed it even in cases where Turkish civilians had died. In other words, the idea was that rightwing forces, such as the military, bombed neutral targets, or even rightwing targets, so they could then blame it on the leftwing groups, such as the PKK. To Turks, bombing one’s own country seemed like a real possibility.

“Come on, you don’t believe that,” I said.

“Why not?” he snapped. “I do.”

“But it’s a conspiracy theory.”

He laughed. “Americans always dismiss these things as conspiracy theories. It’s the rest of the world who have had to deal with your conspiracies.”

I ignored him. “I guess I have faith in American journalism,” I said. “Someone else would have figured this out if it were true.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry, there’s no way they didn’t have something to do with it. And now this war?” he said, referring to the war in Iraq. “It’s impossible that the United States couldn’t stop such a thing, and impossible that the Muslims could pull it off.”

Some weeks later, a bomb went off in the Istanbul neighborhood of Güngören. A second bomb exploded out of a garbage bin nearby after 10pm, killing 17 people and injuring 150. No one knew who did it. All that week, Turks debated: was it al-Qaida? The PKK? The DHKP/C, a radical leftist group? Or maybe: the deep state?

The deep state – a system of mafia-like paramilitary organisations operating outside of the law, sometimes at the behest of the official military – was a whole other story. Turks explained that the deep state had been formed during the cold war as a way of countering communism, and then mutated into a force for destroying all threats to the Turkish state. The power that some Turks attributed to this entity sometimes strained credulity. But the point was that Turks had been living for years with the idea that some secret force controlled the fate of their nation.

In fact, elements of the deep state were rumoured to have had ties to the CIA during the cold war, and though that too smacked of a conspiracy theory, this was the reality that Turkish people lived in. The sheer number of international interventions the US launched in those decades is astonishing, especially those during years when American power was considered comparatively innocent. There were the successful assassinations: Patrice Lumumba, prime minister of the Democratic Republic of Congo, in 1961; General Rafael Trujillo of the Dominican Republic, also in 1961; Ngo Dinh Diem, president of South Vietnam, in 1963. There were the unsuccessful assassinations: Castro, Castro, and Castro. There were the much hoped-for assassinations: Nasser, Nasser, Nasser. And, of course, US-sponsored, -supported or -staged regime changes: Iran, Guatemala, Iraq, Congo, Syria, Dominican Republic, South Vietnam, Indonesia, Brazil, Chile, Bolivia, Uruguay and Argentina. The Americans trained or supported secret police forces everywhere from Cambodia to Colombia, the Philippines to Peru, Iran to Vietnam. Many Turks believed that the US at least encouraged the 1971 and 1980 military coups in Turkey, though I could find little about these events in any conventional histories anywhere.

But what I could see was that the effects of such meddling were comparable to those of September 11 – just as huge, life-changing and disruptive to the country and to people’s lives. Perhaps Emre did not believe that September 11 was a straightforward affair of evidence and proof because his experience – his reality – taught him that very rarely were any of these surreally monumental events easily explainable. I did not think Emre’s theory about the attacks was plausible. But I began to wonder whether there was much difference between a foreigner’s paranoia that the Americans planned September 11 and the Americans’ paranoia that the whole world should pay for September 11 with an endless global war on terror.

The next time a Turk told me she believed the US had bombed itself on September 11 (I heard this with some regularity; this time it was from a young student at Istanbul’s Boğaziçi University), I repeated my claim about believing in the integrity of American journalism. She replied, a bit sheepishly, “Well, right, we can’t trust our journalism. We can’t take that for granted.”

The words “take that for granted” gave me pause. Having lived in Turkey for more than a year, witnessing how nationalistic propaganda had inspired people’s views of the world and of themselves, I wondered from where the belief in our objectivity and rigour in journalism came. Why would Americans be objective and everyone else subjective?

I thought that because Turkey had poorly functioning institutions – they didn’t have a reliable justice system, as compared to an American system I believed to be functional – it often felt as if there was no truth. Turks were always sceptical of official histories, and blithely dismissive of the government’s line. But was it rather that the Turks, with their beautiful scepticism, were actually just less nationalistic than me?

American exceptionalism had declared my country unique in the world, the one truly free and modern country, and instead of ever considering that that exceptionalism was no different from any other country’s nationalistic propaganda, I had internalised this belief. Wasn’t that indeed what successful propaganda was supposed to do? I had not questioned the institution of American journalism outside of the standards it set for itself – which, after all, was the only way I would discern its flaws and prejudices; instead, I accepted those standards as the best standards any country could possibly have.

By the end of my first year abroad, I read US newspapers differently. I could see how alienating they were to foreigners, the way articles spoke always from a position of American power, treating foreign countries as if they were America’s misbehaving children. I listened to my compatriots with critical ears: the way our discussion of foreign policy had become infused since September 11 with these officious, official words, bureaucratic corporate military language: collateral damage, imminent threat, freedom, freedom, freedom.

Even so, I was conscious that if I had long ago succumbed to the pathology of American nationalism, I wouldn’t know it – even if I understood the history of injustice in America, even if I was furious about the invasion of Iraq. I was a white American. I still had this fundamental faith in my country in a way that suddenly, in comparison to the Turks, made me feel immature and naive.

I came to notice that a community of activists and intellectuals in Turkey – the liberal ones – were indeed questioning what “Turkishness” meant in new ways. Many of them had been brainwashed in their schools about their own history; about Atatürk, Turkey’s first president; about the supposed evil of the Armenians and the Kurds and the Arabs; about the fragility of their borders and the rapaciousness of all outsiders; and about the historic and eternal goodness of the Turkish republic.

“It is different in the United States,” I once said, not entirely realising what I was saying until the words came out. I had never been called upon to explain this. “We are told it is the greatest country on earth. The thing is, we will never reconsider that narrative the way you are doing just now, because to us, that isn’t propaganda, that is truth. And to us, that isn’t nationalism, it’s patriotism. And the thing is, we will never question any of it because at the same time, all we are being told is how free-thinking we are, that we are free. So we don’t know there is anything wrong in believing our country is the greatest on earth. The whole thing sort of convinces you that a collective consciousness in the world came to that very conclusion.”

“Wow,” a friend once replied. “How strange. That is a very quiet kind of fascism, isn’t it?

It was a quiet kind of fascism that would mean I would always see Turkey as beneath the country I came from, and also that would mean I believed my uniquely benevolent country to have uniquely benevolent intentions towards the peoples of the world.

During that night of conspiracy theories, Emre had alleged, as foreigners often did, that I was a spy. The information that I was collecting as a journalist, Emre said, was really being used for something else. As an American emissary in the wider world, writing about foreigners, governments, economies partaking in some larger system and scheme of things, I was an agent somehow. Emre lived in the American world as a foreigner, as someone less powerful, as someone for whom one newspaper article could mean war, or one misplaced opinion could mean an intervention by the International Monetary Fund. My attitude, my prejudice, my lack of generosity could be entirely false, inaccurate or damaging, but would be taken for truth by the newspapers and magazines I wrote for, thus shaping perceptions of Turkey for ever.

Years later, an American journalist told me he loved working for a major newspaper because the White House read it, because he could “influence policy”. Emre had told me how likely it was I would screw this up. He was saying to me: first, spy, do no harm.

Adapted from Notes on a Foreign Country: An American Abroad in a Post-American World by Suzy Hansen, which will be published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux on 15 August

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