#test electric fence

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How to Test Electric Fence Energizers: A Detailed Guide

As someone who has worked with electric fences for years, I know that the energizer, or fence charger, is the heart of your electric fence system. It’s crucial to regularly check your fence charger, especially if you’re experiencing issues with fence voltage.

In this guide, I’ll walk you through how to test an electric fence energizer using simple tools, based on my own experiences.

Read Detailed Guide on: https://fencefacts.com/test-electric-fence-energizer/

How Does an Electric Fence Energizer Work?

A fence energizer works by generating a high voltage, low amperage pulse, similar to an automotive ignition system. When current enters the energizer coil, it creates a magnetic field, producing a high voltage (5KV to 12KV) due to electromagnetic induction. However, exposure to moisture and rain can cause rust and lead to poor performance.

To protect your energizer, install it under a cover on a wall away from flammable materials, and where children and animals can’t reach it. Regularly inspect the wiring and circuits for loose connections, and use rust cleaner to keep it in good condition.

Tools Needed to Test an Electric Fence Energizer:

Screwdriver

Electric fence tester

A digital electric tester

Step 1: Safety Measures

Before testing, wear insulated gloves and shoes. An electric fence charger inputs 120 or 240 V AC and outputs high voltage (5–10KV), which can be unpleasant to experience.

Step 2: Test with a Screwdriver

Turn on the fence charger.

Attach the screwdriver’s metal part to the ground terminal.

Move it near the live terminal.

If the energizer is working, you’ll see a spark jump from the live terminal to the screwdriver, indicating a current pulse.

Step 3: Test with an Electric Fence Tester

Attach the tester’s metal pin to the live terminal.

Connect the black probe to the ground terminal.

Read the voltage on the tester. It should be above 5KV.

A good fence energizer will show a strong voltage reading. If the voltage is significantly lower than expected, the energizer might be faulty.

Step 4: Test the Output Voltage with a Multimeter

Although not recommended for precise readings due to the pulsing nature of the energizer, a multimeter can still provide a rough idea.

Set the multimeter to the AC voltage (V〜) at a higher range.

Insert the red probe into the VmAΩ port and the black probe into the COM port.

Connect the red probe to the live terminal and the black probe to the ground terminal. A functioning energizer should show between 5–12KV. If the reading is low, there might be an issue.

Step 5: Test the Amperage with a Multimeter

Set the multimeter to AC amps (A〜) in the milliamps range.

Connect the probes as before: black to ground and red to the live terminal.

An electric fence should output very low amperage (0–500 milliamps). Higher amperage could be dangerous.

Testing a Solar Fence Charger

Solar fence chargers store energy in a battery. Here’s how to test one:

Unscrew the plate on your solar energizer to access the battery.

Unplug the battery wires and fully recharge the battery.

Use a digital tester to check the battery voltage. A 12V battery should read around 12–12.6V.

Attach the battery to the energizer and turn it on. If you hear clicking, the battery was the issue.

If the problem persists, inspect for improper ground connections or shorted wires. Clean any corrosion with a rust spray like WD-40.

Frequently Asked Questions

1. Why is my electric fence clicking but not working?

Check the output voltage. Disconnect the wires, turn on the charger, and measure the voltage at the terminals. If it’s low, the charger is faulty.

2. How to test an electric fence without a tester?

You can use a piece of grass, a screwdriver, a tester screwdriver, a non-contact voltage tester, a compass, a tube light, or a light socket.

3. How to connect an electric fence to an energizer?

Connect the ground terminal to the fence rod and the live terminal to the fence wires using galvanized wires and clamps to prevent rust.

Conclusion

Testing your electric fence energizer is essential for maintaining a functional fence system. Follow these steps to ensure your energizer is working properly. If you have any questions or need further assistance, feel free to ask in the comments below.

[darkwood-sleddog]

yeah sorry neighbors your dog does absolutely *not* stay behind his invisible "fence" and absolutely does *not* listen to you.

[foldingfittedsheets]

We had the most egregiously evil little pony horse when I was growing up. I know everyone says that. Ponies are one of the animals that truly understand how to commit crimes but she was really deeply atrocious. One time she tried to murder me. Her name was Fancy.

I feel I should slightly explain here. See, my parents bought two acres with a house and a barn and pasturage and went “We’re farmers now!” They had absolutely no idea what they were doing. And at a certain point along that journey my mom got her hands on a horse. Technically she was half pony half horse so she was this weird middle size.

Fancy belonged to a friend of hers and he showed her how to saddle Fancy. And that was it. That was all we knew about this horse. So my mom brings her home and saddles her and we decide to go for a ride on this new creature in our lives. But Fancy, being the savvy bitch she was, was far too canny for our dumb asses.

Her maiden ride went to my older brother and ended rather abruptly when the saddle slid completely sideways and my brother toppled off her, miraculously unharmed but unwilling to ever try again. This made me like Fancy somewhat, because I hated my brother.

Those familiar with horse trickery would have caught her ruse but Fancy had deliberately held her breath to make the saddle seem tight enough. But in stride she let the breath out, the saddle loosened, and my brother came toppling down. She planned that fuckup.

I was a bit more game, being a dedicated horse girl. I wanted to succeed where my loathsome brother had failed. Keep in mind: none of us had ever ridden. We had no idea what we were doing, and in the only defense I’ll ever make of that hoofed demon it was probably not pleasant to have a human flopping on her back like a sack of potatoes. But I paraded around in a circle until she scraped my leg against a fence post. I lasted longer than my brother but had to admit riding an animal radiating malice at you is not comfortable.

We didn’t really ride Fancy much after that. She was a decorative aspect to the fields. Sometimes I’d sit on her bare back while she was eating. Every so often she’d buck me off for assuming familiarity with her.

But Fany's coup de grâce took several months. Most of the pasturage had electric fence running along it to keep the livestock from testing the fences or getting a taste for freedom. My parents were constantly moving fence posts and reallocating land to different purposes which is how one of the major gates ended up with electric fence running over top. During a move the wire got left up from the last border and now it was strung over what should have been an open passage.

I was taking a ride on Fancy, living in a fantasy that I had any idea what I was doing. My mom was out working in the yard, and as she passed through she left the gate open, forgetting the wire hazard. You know who didn't forget?

Fancy.

She beelined for the open gate and I realized a second too late what her plan was. I hauled back on the reins with all my strength but she powered through, charging at the wire. If I'd caught on sooner I could have tipped forward and probably cleared it.

It was roughly chest height. But she was too savvy, keeping a slow pace right up until the passage, and I didn't have time to react. The thought of getting electrocuted sent me down into a terrified backward limbo, desperately trying to flatten myself along her back.

Her assassination almost worked. But instead of beheading me the wire caught under my chin, pressing back into my neck like a garrote. The only good news was that the wire wasn't live, but I was still in terrible danger. I squealed and wiggled and managed to twist my neck enough that the wire scraped over my face instead of pressing deeper. Once we were through Fancy stopped and turned to regard me, disappointed that her murder had failed. My neck was bleeding but my head remained attached.

My mother was absolutely terrified and I was pretty shaken myself. We unsaddled Fancy for the last time, as full on attempts on my life were a bit more than I was willing to bear for the sake of pretending to be a fantasy hero on an epic journey. My neck still has a faint scar from her homicidal tendencies.

Fancy got to remain a decorative horse for many years after that, free of our attempts to ride her. Her last torment was when my mother decided to try to breed her to achieve an animal that was less interested in murder.

But Fancy, true to form, brutally attacked the stallion sent to service her, even when hopped up on horny hormones. There would be no foals from Fancy, and her saga ended when we sold her to another unlucky soul.

[d-z20]

Breaking Point

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha goes up against the Scarlet Witch in a fight and refuses to back down until the end, no matter what it may cost her. Her injuries are severe and you tend to her them, providing comfort into the night

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, hurt (A physical & R emotional but not by each other), whole lotta comfort, protective reader

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Fic is based off this request. I should clarify that I actually don't watch MMA so I'm really sorry if there's inaccuracies, I gave myself a crash course for Heavy Hits so I'm hoping it's all okay.

AO3 | Master List

The atmosphere is tense

The lights in the arena shine brightly, casting a dramatic glow over the octagonal cage at the centre. The crowd roars as “The Scarlet Witch” is announced, Wanda Maximoff striding confidently into the ring. Her crimson gear matches the fierce energy in her eyes. Across the ring, Agatha Harkness, your girlfriend, is a vision of defiance.

It’s deafening, the crowd’s energy crackling like electricity in the air. You stand just outside the octagonal cage, gripping the metal fencing as though it might somehow hold you upright. The referee is giving final instructions, but your eyes are locked on Agatha. She stands tall, her lean frame wrapped in a sleek purple sports bra and matching compression shorts, her hands taped beneath her open-finger gloves. Her dark hair is pulled back tightly into a braid, leaving no distractions. She looks lethal—confident and determined.

But you know her better than anyone. Under her stoic expression, there’s always a flicker of doubt before a match, one she’d never admit to. As her partner in and out of the gym, you’ve seen her highs and her lows. And this fight? This one feels different. Facing Wanda Maximoff is like stepping into a storm. Wanda has a reputation: precision, aggression, and devastating power.

You’re here as part of Agatha’s cornermen. Not just her girlfriend but her trainer, sparring partner, and the person she trusts most to see her through battles like these. It’s your role that allows you to stand so close to the cage. Still, you hate being this near. You hate feeling so helpless.

“Let’s go, Agatha!” You shout as the bell rings, your voice almost lost in the roar of the crowd.

The fight begins cautiously. Wanda moves like a predator, light on her feet, her red-and-black shorts glinting under the arena lights. Her punches come fast, jabs testing Agatha’s defences. Agatha responds in kind, her kicks snapping out sharply, keeping Wanda just out of reach. For a moment, it looks even. They exchange blows, neither landing anything decisive. Your heart races every time Agatha ducks or blocks a strike—so far, so good.

But as the first round wears on, Wanda’s strategy becomes clear. She isn’t just fighting to win; she’s fighting to break Agatha down. Her strikes grow heavier, targeting Agatha’s ribs and legs. Agatha manages to return fire, her high kick glancing off Wanda’s temple, making the redhead stumble. You surge with hope, pounding the cage wall in support.

“Beautiful! Keep her on the ropes, Aggie!” you yell.

But Wanda recovers too quickly. She counters with a vicious combo—an uppercut followed by a low kick that makes Agatha’s stance falter. The bell rings to signal the end of the first round, and you rush to her corner.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, your hands gentle as you wipe sweat from her face with a cool towel.

“I’m fine,” she says, but her breathing is laboured, and you can see the faint beginnings of a bruise forming on her ribs. “She hits like she’s trying to kill me, though.”

“Stick to the plan. Keep moving. Don’t let her back you into the cage,” you say firmly, holding her gaze. “You’ve got this.”

The second round is brutal. Wanda turns up the aggression, landing a spinning kick that sends Agatha staggering. You clench your fists, shouting at the top of your lungs, willing her to keep going. Agatha fights back fiercely, landing an elbow that opens a small cut above Wanda’s eye. But it isn’t enough to slow her down. By the end of the round, Agatha is clearly hurting. Her breathing is ragged, and she’s clutching her side.

“Let me call it,” you plead as the medics check her during the break. “Agatha, you’ve done enough.”

“No,” she says sharply, her eyes meeting yours. “I’m finishing this.”

The third and final round begins, and you hold your breath. Agatha gives everything she has, landing a solid right hook that makes Wanda stumble. For a moment, you dare to hope. But Wanda is relentless. She unleashes another devastating combo—a liver shot, followed by a spinning backfist that sends Agatha crumpling to the mat. The referee steps in immediately, waving Wanda off and calling a technical knockout.

You don’t wait for permission; as soon as the match is over, you’re in the cage. The sight of her lying there, blood trickling from her lip and her face already swelling, breaks your heart. She’s clutching her ribs, her breaths shallow and ragged.

“Agatha, my love, I’m here,” you say, your voice trembling, dropping to your knees beside her. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Her eyelids flutter open, and she manages a weak smile. “I totally won that, didn’t I?”

“Always the joker,” you whisper, brushing her damp hair back. “You fought like hell, sweetheart.”

With the help of the medical team, you carefully lift her, her weight pressing against you. Her arm is draped over your shoulders, and you wrap your arm securely around her waist. Every step out of the cage is agonising, her quiet whimpers slicing through you.

Back in the locker room, you lay her down gently on the physio bed. The medics confirm a fractured rib and multiple bruises but assure you it isn’t life-threatening. As soon as they leave, you stand at her side, holding her trembling hands.

“Agatha, why do you do this to yourself?” you ask, your voice breaking as you clean her up. She hisses in pain when the antiseptic touches her skin, but she doesn’t complain.

“Because I love it,” she says softly. “And because I have you to patch me up.”

“You’re infuriating,” you mutter, but your touch is gentle as you bandage her ribs and ice her swollen cheek.

—

The drive home is quiet, the weight of the night pressing heavily on both of you. Agatha leans against the car window, her face pale beneath the faint streetlights. Her breath hitches every time you hit a bump, and each sound twists like a knife in your chest. You’ve never felt so desperate to wrap her in safety, to shield her from the pain she insists on enduring for the sport she loves.

When you finally pull into the driveway, you turn off the engine and sit for a moment, just looking at her. Her eyes are closed, her brow slightly furrowed even in rest. You reach over, gently brushing your fingers over her cheek. She stirs at the touch, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Caught staring?” she murmurs, her voice hoarse but teasing.

“As usual,” you reply softly. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll carry you inside,” you insist.

“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but there’s no bite in her words, only affection.

“I don’t care,” you reply. “You’re not walking.”

Despite her protests, she lets you carry her up the driveway, the weight of her in your arms a grounding reminder that she’s still here, still whole despite the bruises and fractures. You settle her carefully onto the couch in the living room, arranging pillows around her and draping a blanket over her lap. She sighs as she sinks into the cushions, her body finally relaxing a fraction.

“Stay,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering open to find yours. “Don’t run off.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assure her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But you need food, Aggie. You haven’t eaten since before the fight.”

She grumbles something unintelligible, but the corner of her mouth quirks up as you disappear into the kitchen. You rummage through the fridge and cupboards, settling on her favourite comfort food—a simple grilled cheese sandwich with a cup of warm tomato soup. It’s nothing fancy, but you know it’s exactly what she’ll want.

When you return, her eyes light up at the sight of the tray. “You spoil me,” she says, her voice laced with affection.

“Rotten,” you tease, kneeling beside her as you set the tray down on the coffee table. “Now, eat. Slowly.”

She obeys, though her hands tremble slightly as she leans forward to pick up the sandwich. You watch her carefully, ready to step in if she needs help. Between bites, she keeps glancing at you, as if grounding herself in your presence.

Once she’s finished, you clear the tray and return with a glass of water and the prescribed pain medication. She tries to wave you off when you fuss over her, but you catch the way her eyes soften every time you adjust her blanket or tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Movie or book?” you ask once she’s settled again, her head leaning back against the cushions.

“Book,” she says after a moment of thought. “Something soft. Something... distracting.”

You nod, disappearing into the small shelf by the window. You pick a collection of short stories about witches you know she loves; its worn cover is a testament to how many times you’ve read it together. Returning to her side, you slide onto the couch, gently easing her to lie back against you. She winces slightly as she shifts, her body pressing into yours, but once she’s settled, her sigh is one of contentment.

“Comfy?” you murmur, wrapping your arm carefully around her waist, mindful of her ribs.

“Perfect,” she whispers, her voice heavy with exhaustion.

You begin to read, your voice soft and steady as you let the rhythm of the words wash over you both. Agatha’s breathing slows, her body melting into yours as you turn each page. Occasionally, she murmurs a comment about a line she likes, her voice laced with sleep.

By the time you reach the third story, her eyes are closed, her head tucked beneath your chin. You let the book fall to your lap, your hand shifting to stroke her hair gently. The tension from earlier in the night begins to ebb away, replaced by a warmth that feels like home.

—

Later, as the night deepens, you coax her into the bedroom. She protests faintly, her voice slurred with sleep, but you’re firm. “You’ll rest better in bed,” you say, kissing her forehead as you guide her to the mattress.

You tuck her into bed, piling pillows behind her to keep her comfortable. She looks so small, so fragile, and it breaks your heart all over again. You climb in beside her, pulling her carefully into your arms.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice thick with exhaustion. “I hate making you worry.”

“You don’t have to apologise,” you say, stroking her hair. “Just... let me hold you, okay? I need to feel you’re here.”

She shifts, pressing her weight into you, her head resting on your chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers. “You’re stuck with me.”

You hold her tightly, the warmth of her body melting away the fear and tension that have gripped you all night. She’s here, safe in your arms, and you’ll never let her go.

To anon who requested it: I hope you enjoyed :)

[skamenglishsubs]

Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 4

Last episode ended with Simon coming home to a smashed window, this episode starts the morning after, Simon takes the bus to school, while Wilhelm is anxiously waiting for him.

Culture: At a high school level in Sweden, there's national tests in Swedish, English, and Math. Like everywhere else, the purpose of these tests is not only to grade students, but to align all schools across the country to combat grade inflation.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent is trying to cheat by looking at Nils' answers.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent draws a dick in the gravel while waiting for the others to be done with the test.

Subtext: This entire episode is overflowing with examples of privilege. For Vincent, and many other rich kids like him, studying and learning doesn't matter, they'll graduate regardless, so he doesn't care about the exam, he only cares about the graduation party.

Cinematography: Even with Felice and friends being completely blurred out in the background, you can still see Stella and Fredrika turning to look at Sara, and then turning their backs on her.

Culture: In the US, a lot of people are using "socialism" as a catch-all phrase which means politics they don't agree with, regardless of its actual ideology. Likewise, in Sweden, a lot of people use "communist" in the same way about generally left-wing politics, which is what Vincent is doing here.

Subtext: Wilhelm asks Simon if he can reconcile the conflict of dating a royal while being anti-monarchy, but the real question is of course if Wilhelm can reconcile the conflict in himself.

Subtext: This is where the show's political stance shines through, and this argument, that Wilhelm wasn't allowed to choose his life for himself, is the main argument they're gonna use in the finale.

Subtext: Wilhelm is weakly defending the monarchy, but just ends up repeating what his mother told him; it's a privilege, not a punishment, but does he believe it himself?

Subtext: The letter-to-yourself plot is mainly there in order to help August along his redemption arc, but here the show is using it to reinforce the point of the previous scene. Who does Wilhelm want to become? Does he have a choice?

Culture: In Sweden, Säkerhetspolisen, SÄPO, is the government agency in charge of national security, which includes providing security and assigning bodyguards to the royal family.

Subtext: Note the great use of passive voice here by Farima to avoid taking responsibility for the decision to force August to join the birthday foundation event. She's also expertly bargaining with Wilhelm to get what she wants.

Subtext: We know it was the far-right assholes who posted comments to Simon's videos a couple of episodes ago.

Blink and you miss it: Jan-Olof really perks up when Linda talks about moving to Gothenburg, because that would probably mean the end to the relationship between Wilhelm and Simon, which would solve all of his current problems.

Subtext: Like Farima, he bargains with Linda and Simon to get what he wants, for Simon to stop posting things to social media. It's almost as if their strategy was to do nothing at the start, waiting for things to blow up so they could swoop in, help out, and start making demands in exchange...

Blink and you miss it: The option to inactivate and hide your social media account is right there, but of course Simon has to choose to delete everything, because it will cause more drama and anguish.

Blink and you miss it: Fencing! Woohoo! I did fencing for five years as a kid until 8th grade or something, but I only did foil, and not épée like these students. I have absolutely no idea where these two are coming from or going to though, where would they practice? Is there a hidden fencing hall somewhere on the grounds that we haven't seen yet? How many kids at Hillerska are fencing? Also, he's carrying a practice blade and not an electric competition blade, so that checks out. Of the three types of modern fencing, épée is unique in that the entire body counts as a valid target, while in foil only the torso counts, and in sabre only the upper half counts. Oh wow, it looks like the gear is now wireless and every fencer carries their own indicator lights. Cool! Back in my day you had to be strapped in with a cord for competitions.

This tumblr is now about French School fencing. Allez! Touché!

Subtext: The narrative is that it's perfectly ok for the crown prince to be gay, as long as he's not gay gay.

Culture: The show keeps saying this, but in real world Sweden it's no longer the case. Supporting los jibbities is viewed as a completely mainstream and inoffensive opinion, on par with supporting human rights in general.

Subtext: Another example of privilege is being in a position to do a lot of good, and then just not caring about it. Simon is fighting for the causes he believes in, so seeing Wilhelm just casually throw it away is extremely disappointing for him.

Subtext: Unlike Vincent, August is actually a natural leader, someone people listen to, which is why he manages to quiet down the room when Vincent is unable to. Maybe a good quality in a future king?

Subtext: Simon is continuing the argument from before. Wilhelm could have shown solidarity with mental health causes or LGBT causes, but chose not to. However, he immediately decided to join in solidarity with the other rich kids protesting the school rules, which is rather selfish.

Subtext: Colour theory! Sara in purple, because part of the reason she's back at school is that August asked her to? And Simon in yellow, because he sure isn't loving Wilhelm very much right now.

Subtext: Just a reminder that Sara has actually been completely out of the loop since the end of season 2. She has no idea about the school rules, what's happened at home, how it's going with Simon and Wilhelm, or what's happening at school.

Blink and you miss it: Fredrika is so close to stop striking as soon as she's threatened with repercussions.

Subtext: I keep hammering this point home: The culture is in the walls, it's not something some of the kids made up. The visiting alumni were also hazed as new students and kept it going as third years. Same for the parents of all these kids. They're all part of the system, they all kept the cycles of abuse going, because they want the school to be like that.

Subtext: Privilege is thinking you can get things your way with almost no effort. None of these kids have ever struggled or protested something for real and then not been given what they wanted, so they seriously believed they'd win immediately.

Subtext: Another theme of this season is bringing secrets out in the open. We've all seen August struggling with body dysmorphia and an eating disorder since season 1, but no-one has ever called it out and put words on it, until Simon immediately recognizes it and calls it out.

Subtext: ...while the rich kids are just stuck in denial, because eating disorders is for poor people or something, it's not something that happens to them. And if it did, you certainly wouldn't admit it to anyone else.

Subtext: August tries to jokingly fend off Nils because he doesn't want anyone to know that the letter actually meant something to him, until Nils pushes too hard, and August punches him.

Subtext: Vincent talked a big game about striking in solidarity, but when they're caught as hilariously unprepared as they are, they're not pooling their resources in solidarity with each other, and instead resort to selling them to the highest bidder. Capitalism in a nutshell, illustrated perfectly by the behaviour of spoiled rich kids. Also, pet peeve, the English word for the currency of Sweden is "kronor", not "crowns".

Lost in translation: They're actually repeating a single word in Swedish, "svikare", which is pretty hard to translate. The verb, "svika", is a bit worse than letting someone down, but not as bad as betraying someone. The adjective, "besviken" typically means disappointed. So "svikare" means a person who is letting other people down, disappointing them, or betraying them.

Subtext: The culture is in the walls of the place, but the kids are also pretty damn complicit in continuing all the shitty traditions. This looks like a game of strip poker or truth or dare that went off the rails and just resulted in more bullying, with everyone joining in.

Subtext: The other girls are upset with Felice because she broke the code. You don't snitch to outsiders, you don't tell the truth, you keep up appearances.

Blink and you miss it: Henry won the potato chip auction, happily ate the entire bag, and passed out in a chair, clutching the bag. Mmmm, sourcream and onion.

Subtext: Speaking of closing ranks towards the outside, this also applies to this strike. It would be bad PR for the school if anyone outside found out that it happened, so it's better to solve it quietly and discreetly. Vanessa can trust the kids not to snitch. Vincent is also right, the parents, who are paying the tuition fees, are on their side.

Subtext: Felice can't be seen talking to Sara, so she checks that the coast is clear, and then drags Sara into a private bathroom to have their conversation.

Subtext: Likewise, Sara was probably Felice's first real friend.

Subtext: Nice little foreshadowing. I would have loved seeing Simon's drawing though!

Subtext: Well, he could have just made his social media private, but the show has to maximize the drama, so here we are, piling on more examples of how Simon is losing himself to the monarchy, that maybe he can't reconcile the conflict.

Subtext: Erik spent three years living at Hillerska, of course he wouldn't have told his then twelve year old kid brother about all the shit going on at the school. August spent an entire year living with Erik at the school, seeing what went on first hand, so of course he knows a side of Erik that Wilhelm doesn't.

Subtext: August has been trying to keep his mouth shut and avoid Wilhelm, but since they have yet another fight, he decides to drop the bomb about Erik to hurt Wilhelm.

Subtext: Again, the culture is in the walls. This is not something that only Erik's class did, once. It's probably been happening to all the boys for decades. It happened to the current second-year students, it happened to Erik, and lots of students before him who kept this shitty initiation tradition going.

Culture: Let's talk about the gay porn hazing a bit more. To me, this is an urban legend. I heard about it when I was a teenager back in the 90's, but I don't personally know anyone it happened to, or anyone who did it to anyone else. It was always hearsay, it happened to a friend of a friend's brother, or a classmate's cousin's friend or something similar, as is typical of urban legends.

Let's also make one thing absolutely clear: It doesn't work. The homophobic idea behind this shit is that if you are forced to watch gay porn and get a boner, you are gay, and if you don't, you're straight. But that is actually not true, erections don't work that way, and the fear of being found out is quite the boner killer. Also, what if you like guys, but the guys in the porno aren't your type? There's just so many ignorant misconceptions behind this idea.

I've also seen a lot of fan comments that keep playing into this ignorance; that the only reason Nils decided to stop the tradition was because he obviously failed it. Or that the only reason August is against it is because he failed, and the only reason he failed is because he's secretly not straight. No. Remember that the test doesn't work. Nils probably passed, despite actually being gay. August might have failed, despite being completely straight. Regardless of what happened, they both found it humiliating, and that is why they made a pact to stop it.

[raspberryslxt]

UNEXPECTED TURNS - PART 3

OBX X TVD FANFICTION

jj maybank x gilbert!reader x rafe cameron

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The Outer Banks was full of secrets, and y/n could feel them pressing in on her from every direction. The Pogues had their treasure hunt, Rafe had his demons, and now even Elena seemed to be caught up in something back in Mystic Falls.

Y/n had thought coming to the OBX would be an escape, a chance to leave behind the pain of losing her parents and the suffocating weight of everything she’d been through. But here, the lines between right and wrong, trust and betrayal, were just as blurry—if not more so.

It was just past noon when y/n arrived at the Chateau, her bike skidding to a halt in the sandy driveway. She could hear the sound of raised voices before she even reached the porch, the Pogues clearly in the middle of another heated discussion.

“Are you guys always this dramatic?” she asked, stepping inside and letting the screen door slam behind her.

JJ was the first to look up, his signature grin spreading across his face. “There she is! Our honorary Pogue, here to save the day.”

“Save the day from what, exactly?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow as she joined them around the table.

John B gestured to a crumpled piece of paper in the center. “We’ve got another lead on the Royal Merchant.”

“And by ‘lead,’ he means another half-baked idea that’s probably gonna get us all arrested,” Pope said, crossing his arms.

“Have a little faith, man,” JJ said, slapping Pope on the back before turning to y/n. “So, what do you say? You in?”

Y/n glanced at the map, then at the eager faces around her. She’d only known the Pogues for a short time, but their passion and loyalty were infectious.

“Of course I’m in,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Atta girl,” JJ said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. His touch lingered just a second too long, enough to send a jolt of electricity down her spine.

John B quickly outlined the plan, detailing how they’d need to sneak onto some private property to investigate a potential clue. Y/n couldn’t help but notice the way JJ kept glancing at her, his teasing remarks softer than usual, as if he was testing the waters.

“Y/n, you good with playing lookout?” John B asked.

“Sure,” she said, though she could feel JJ’s eyes on her again.

“I’ll keep her company,” JJ offered, flashing a grin that made her stomach flip.

Kiara rolled her eyes. “Of course you will.”

-

A few hours later, the Pogues and y/n found themselves crouched behind a row of bushes, the sprawling estate they needed to search looming ahead.

“Remind me why we always have to break the law for these plans?” y/n whispered, glancing nervously at the security cameras mounted along the fence.

“Because breaking the law is way more fun than following it,” JJ whispered back, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/n shot him a look, but she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face.

The group split up, John B, Pope, and Kiara heading toward the main house while JJ and y/n stayed near the gate.

“So, what’s the story with you and the Camerons?” JJ asked after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n frowned, caught off guard by the question. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” JJ said.

Y/n hesitated, unsure how to explain. “Ward offered to take me in after my parents died. He and my dad were friends.”

“Oh. You never told us your parents passed away, i’m sorry” JJ said.

”I don’t like speaking about my emotions”

„What about Rafe” JJ asked.

“What about him?” y/n asked, though her cheeks flushed at the mention of his name.

JJ smirked, leaning closer. “Don’t play dumb, y/n. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

Y/n opened her mouth to protest, but before she could respond, the sound of footsteps made them both freeze.

“Shit,” JJ muttered, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind a tree just as a security guard rounded the corner.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as they crouched together, JJ’s arm brushing against hers. When the guard finally moved on, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“You okay?” JJ asked, his voice unusually soft.

“Yeah,” y/n said, her pulse still racing. “Thanks.”

JJ grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. “Anytime, princess.”

-

That evening, y/n returned to the Cameron estate, her head still spinning from the day’s events. She was just about to head upstairs when Rafe appeared in the hallway, his expression unreadable.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

“Out,” y/n replied, brushing past him.

Rafe grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Out where?”

“Why do you care?” she shot back, pulling her arm free.

Rafe stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tightening. “You don’t belong with them, y/n. They’re not like us.”

“Us?” y/n repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Rafe, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly fit into your perfect little Kook world.”

Rafe stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean you should be hanging out with Pogues.”

“Why do you even care?” y/n asked, her voice quieter now.

For a moment, Rafe didn’t answer. Then, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Y/n’s breath caught, her heart pounding as his fingers lingered against her cheek.

“Rafe…” she began, but before she could finish, he pulled away, his expression hardening.

“Just… think about what I said,” he muttered before walking away.

-

The next morning, y/n was sitting on the back porch, sipping her coffee and watching the waves, when Ward joined her.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, gesturing to the chair beside her.

“Sure,” y/n said, though she felt a pang of unease.

Ward settled into the chair, his gaze thoughtful. “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with John B and his friends.”

Y/n tensed, unsure where this was going. “Yeah. They’re nice.”

“They’re also trouble,” Ward said, his tone firm. “And I’d hate to see you get caught up in something dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself,” y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended.

Ward nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “I know you can. But you’ve been through a lot, y/n. And I just want to make sure you’re not… losing your way.”

Y/n frowned, unsure how to respond.

-

That night, as y/n lay in bed, her phone buzzed.

“Elena?” she answered, sitting up.

“Y/n,” Elena said, her voice shaky.

“What’s wrong?” y/n asked, her stomach twisting with worry.

“I need you to come back,” Elena said, her words rushed. “Something’s… happened. I can’t explain it over the phone, but I need you here.”

“Elena, what’s going on?” y/n asked, her heart racing.

���Please,” Elena said, her voice breaking. “Just come home.”

Y/n hesitated, torn between the world she was starting to build in the Outer Banks and the life she’d left behind in Mystic Falls.

“I’ll think about it,” she said finally.

“Don’t think too long,” Elena replied before hanging up, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts and the weight of her sister’s words.

-

[chacharealsmoothwithme]

I'm gonna give u my black brothers hc because i have no one else to share them with:

-they both have a resting bitch face. pure dead stare.

-sarcastic little shits

-sirius face is completely "blank"while regulus has so many freckles

-they both have grey eyes and they don't like change with the light or anything,at best they become darker during thunderstorms

-sirius listens to glam rock and classic rock while regulus listens to indie and rap(not the cringe kind obv)

-sirius wears moon/star earings while reg has sun/star ones,the stars were the same pair they split it

-they don't like spending money but it's because they think they don't need anything (they feel like they're aren't enough to buy stuff for themselves) but they also feel guilty about that because they know they have the money

-sirius is nonbinary/genderfluid and just lives dressing badass,clothes don't have gender

-regulus is trans and feels euphoric wearing evans' shirts because he's like MANLY MAN!1! so yk, (evan is not that but shh)

-they both did ballet and fencing(muggle au)

-they were taught: piano,violin,transverse flute, they also took individual singing lessons and were part of the church's choir

-sirius learned on his own to play the guitar (classic and electric)

-and then he taught reg how to play it

-reg learned on his own how to play the bass and the drums

-they are spooked by the sea but find it fascinating

-sirius had to take his drivers license test twice bc there was a deer in the street and he thought it was prongs (when they told him he pretended it wasn't him but it actually was(moon's idea)) (sirius still thinks it wasn't him)

-regulus loves to drive Sirius' bike and every time he comes back from a ride he pretends to have scratched it by accident and sirius believes him every time

-i almost forgot,sirius has wavy hair while reg's is very curly

-[this is the second thing I'm adding sorry]

they speak: english,french,italian,japanese,german

they also know:latin, ancient greek,and old japanese,plus ancient runes

[ohbo-ohno]

Picturing Ghost and Soap using one of those electric dog fences connected to a collar on reader.

They give her a chance to roam around outside, but only where they set up the fence's boundaries, not quite trusting her to not run away.

And poor reader doesn't know the collar is a special collar and tries to run as soon as they aren't looking, but gets a shocking surprise when she passes the fence's boundaries.

She yelps and drops, rolling a bit as she paws at the collar, and when she settles, Simon and Johnny are standing above her, tsking in disapproval and disappointment.

"Looks like we have to punish you again, pet."

HEY. HEY YOU. GET BACK HERE.

prefacing this with idk shit about electricity. please do not send me asks about healing from the injury this scenario would cause irl because i do not know how to answer it. we're holding hands and playing pretend ok?

you hadn't really believed it when they'd offered time outside - alone - as a reward for recent good behavior. the last time you'd ask for alone time as a reward they'd both gotten weird about it, johnny somehow even clingier than usual for like a week and simon being weirdly touchy.

so this... time to be in the backyard, without them??? holy shit. it's like a dream come true.

they don't take the stupid fucking collar off, the one that's heavy enough for you to never forget it's there, the one that will not break no matter how hard you tug and pull when they lock it onto a bolt in the floor. you hate the thing, but they're obsessed with it.

you still don't quite believe it when they wander back inside. the windows are closed, you can see the blinds and curtains are both shut... there's no way they're actually letting you stay out here alone, right?

you test the waters a little. duck to the side of the house out of view of the windows, just in case they're peeking and you just can't tell. nothing. you walk the perimeter of the fence, all the way around, and nothing. you stand at the gate. nothing. you open the gate. nothing.

the hope that swells in your chest is something you couldn't push down even if you wanted.

past the gate is... a forest. a sparse one, really just a few trees, but certainly no houses.

you stand there in the open for a second, unable to believe it. there's no movement at the house - not the door, not the windows.

you know it's got to be too good to be true. but you can't not take the risk.

so you take a deep breath, turn around, and take off at a run.

and fall to the ground almost immediatley.

the shock doesn't register for a moment. your vision is blacked out, and even when it comes back there's large parts of it that just dark. your hands and knees hurt, you mouth is filled with blood and your tongue feels swollen, your face is soaked with tears, your limbs numb.

everything hurts, and you're terrified.

it takes another few moments for you to hear the voices around you. some distant part of you knows they belong to simon and johnny, but the part of you still focused on your hurts doesn't catch that.

"you were doing so well, bonnie."

"hm."

"why do you keep doin' this? huh? we don't want too punish you lass. you just can't stop breaking the rules, can ye?"

"it'll be thirty with the belt for this."

"really? that many?"

"she was warned, johnny."

"i know, but..."

"no buts. she knew. she ran anyways. how else will we teach her if we don't stick to our promises?"

"ok, ok, you're right. i know. i just hate having to watch her get so scared, you know?"

"hm. i know. but she's learning. she'll understand eventually."

"wish she understood now."

"me too, puppy."

[plantanarchy]

so this mum season has just been:

(under a cut because it is my whining and complaining and got so long)

part of the nursery got relocated to the former mum field

no new mum field

belgian mums get planted inside the new greenhouses. it is 120 in there during the heatwave. those got planted ok but the drip lines were not set up right away so some of them definitely dried out too much and have struggled to re-wet

the kind of granular fertilizer we use will sizzle a baby plant to death if allowed to sit against the stem or is dumped on top. guess what boss forgot to tell the kids dumping granular fertilizer.

so every other belgian pot has one or two completely fried plants in there, waiting to see if they'll survive

none of the irrigation anywhere has been tested and no drippers have been tested to see if they actually work.

the mum space we do have is at the very back of the old field which previously already did not really get good water pressure or if good water pressure, poor fertilization. and it's a slope.

no pre-emergent was used anywhere this year and some of the field is just. old weed cloth (full of holes) over turf grass. the weeds are going to be next level.

on days i'm not here a lot of the field is being planted too close together

deer plow through the field nightly knocking over pots, removing drippers, and eating mums. the ones they don't eat, they pull out of their pots. they ignore all deer deterrents. deer have never done this before on this scale. they generally don't eat mum beyond the flower buds. recent development and road construction means they have basically none of their old ecosystem left.

boss put up an electric fence. on one side of the field. deer simply walk down around it and back in then get stuck inside aksdjf;lasjk

the upper mum field is not accessible by cart so having to. carry potted mums long distance

boss is going on vacation this week

excessive heat warning and air quality alert daily. black weed cloth and bare ground amplifies that to intolerable levels.

i'm probably forgetting something that went wrong

probably more things will go wrong

[rip-regulus]

random things I associate with the marauders + reg

james - the sun, cooking in an apartment with warm lighting, summer road trips specifically in a beaten up truck, red converse, the beach, wired ear buds, laying in a flower field, climbing trees, lighting mcqueen, the laurie love confession, a cd collection, pasta bakes, crying in the shower, treehouses, shotgunning a beer, forgetting to wear your glasses, singing on top of a table, large houses that are still really cozy, smiling really wide, frat parties, your mom jokes, slushy machines, doodles in the margin, polaroids

sirius - the stars, electric guitar, messy black sparkly eyeshadow, making snow angels, rings, having a bonfire, black chipped nail polish, a back pack covered in pin badges, drawing on a car window, smoking after sex, the arctic monkeys, motorbikes, david bowie vinyl, leaning out of a window, hickeys, zippo lighters, men walking the runway, bootcut jeans, setting off fireworks, mummy issues, blasting the radio, talking to the sky, leather jackets

remus - the moon, reading by a fireplace, black coffee, gatekeeping music artists, messily stacked books, really loud booing, grandpa sweaters, smoking in public, mars bars, scars, bed head, a swear jar, mismatched socks, playing chess, crisp autumn air, covering things in stickers, falling asleep in random places, writing a letter, anger issues, listening to records, studying for a test, leather book satchels, high alcohol tolerance

peter - the earth, telephone booths, potted plants, cobblestone streets, knowing secrets, tripping, crossword puzzles, not strong enough by boygenius, digital camera photos, gaming, decorating with picture frames, the end credits of movies, barbed wire fences, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, being exasperated, breaking your arm, big ears, fish eye lens, not being the first choice, welly boots, gambling, hardwood flooring, crayons

regulus - the ocean, paintings with a blurred face, smashed ceramic/glass, winged eyeliner, black cats, the story of icarus, reading poetry and classic literature, graveyards with overgrown grass, piano, religious trauma, bloody knuckles, freshly fallen snow, abandoned churches, nihilism, the movie coraline, gothic architecture, ballet, art museums, being at a crossroads, those windy staircases, the smell of rain, driving gloves, daggers

[fencefacts1]

DIY Methods to Test Electric Fences

Electric fences are vital for protecting your property, but they need regular testing to ensure they’re in top-notch condition. From checking voltage to locating faults, here’s how to test your electric fence effectively.

Before diving into testing methods, let’s understand why it’s crucial. An electric fence acts as a barrier, deterring intruders or animals from entering your property. However, factors like grounding issues, short circuits, or wiring problems can compromise its effectiveness. Regular testing ensures it’s working optimally, providing reliable security.

Tools You’ll Need

You’ll need specific tools to test your electric fence accurately:

Electric fence tester is designed to precisely measure fence output power.

Non-contact voltage tester is widely used for voltage testing, ideal for quick checks.

Screwdriver sparks when touched to live fence wires.

Compass detects magnetic field irregularities caused by electric current.

Indicator light or bulb glows when connected to live wires indicating power.

Multimeter, while not ideal, it can measure voltage and current if no other option is available.

Electric fence fault finder helps measure power & locate faults like short circuits quickly.

Testing Methods

Testing the Energizer: Start by checking if the energizer is outputting power. Take a screwdriver & touch it both output terminals of the energizer and there should be spark if the energizer is outputting power. Same as you can you can test fence wires by touching the screwdriver.

Testing fence with Grass: This simple DIY methods involve using grass to check for electric current. Hold a piece of grass against the fence; if you feel a light pulse, it’s charged.

Using Electric Testers: Non-contact voltage testers or electric testers indicates power in fences with glowing bulbs. Simply touch them to the fence, and they’ll glow, if there’s power in fence.

Using a Compass: A compass can detect magnetic field irregularities near the fence, indicating the presence of electric current. Just take it near the charged fence wires & the needles should move.

Indicator Lights or Bulbs: Connect an indicator light or bulb to the fence; if it lights up, there’s power.

Electric Fence Tester: The most accurate method involves using a dedicated electric fence tester. Connect the tester’s probes to the fence and ground, and it will display voltage readings.

Multimeter Testing: While not ideal, a multimeter can measure voltage and current. Set it to DC mode, connect the probes, and measure the values.

Electric Fence Fault Finder: If you suspect a fault, use a fault finder to locate it quickly. Follow the device’s instructions to identify and fix the issue.

Conclusion

Regular testing is essential for ensuring your electric fence functions correctly. By using the right tools and methods, you can quickly identify any issues and address them promptly. Protect your property effectively by testing your electric fence regularly.

Reference: https://fencefacts.com/test-electric-fence/

[minniethemoocherda]

Stars and Stripes and Suns

A/N: Merry Christmas @keferon! I could not stop thinking about your Jazzprowl Mecha Au! I am obsessed! And I could not stop myself from thinking how Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would fit into it! So feel free to ignore any of this for your own personal headcanons lol! It is your Au after all! I tried my best to fit this into the established au lore but there's a lot so I might've got some stuff wrong 😅. Anyway I hope you enjoy the fic! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

It had been a no brainer, back then.

Spend another stint in juvie or fight in a giant metal robot.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe hadn't even needed to share a look before they both said yes.

Shockwave had selected them specifically. Sunstreaker still didn't understand the science of it all but those early mecha that Shockwave built were too much for one brain to handle. However with him and Sideswipe not only being twins, but being identical down to their DNA, they were able to survive the neural load in a way that non of the scientists other test subjects had. Whenever he hocked them up they weren't Sunstreaker or Sideswipe or the mech anymore. They were just one.

Sure having their brains ripped apart and stuck back together over and over and over again hurt like shit. Still, Sunstreaker would take it over going back into foster care and being separated from his brother.

It helped that they were already a formidable pair of fighters, synched to each other's side in ways neither could explain that the neural link only made even closer. Sunstreaker could turn their left arm into a sword the same second Sideswipe stabbed it through a drone whilst both twisted their torso to gracefully glide over the electric fence Shockwave had flung at them.

And even when the aliens showed up, Sunstreaker couldn't complain. He knew he shouldn't, but he enjoyed cutting them up. He enjoyed the thrill of slicing the tentacles from their heads and their heads from their amalgamation of faces like they were cuts of meat. Having been told his whole that he would never amount to anything, Sunstreaker felt a sick sense of satisfaction that he had proved to the world that there was something he was good at.

Technically they had been working under Shockwave as an apprenticeship so whilst the tests themselves were shit the pay was even shitter. But they had their own room that they could decorate however they wanted. So Sunstreaker had covered his in paint from the window of the art shop they used to sleep outside of whilst Sideswipe built a wall out of every toy car he had ever wanted.

The pay got better when Swindle showed up with other pilots. And even more so when they were revealed to the public.

Sideswipe was a pro at talking to the press whilst Sunstreaker preferred to pose for the camera. As usual the pair perfectly balanced each other.

The only time they got into a true disagreement was over what colour the mech should. It had been grey originally but Swindle had wanted something distinct to put on posters. Sideswipe had voted for red whilst Sunstreaker wanted yellow. In the end Swindle settled it with a coin toss that Sunstreaker still wasn't convinced his brother hadn't bribed the result of. But at least his twin let him pick out the shade as Sunstreaker was not going to be seen in that gaudy cherry that Cliffjumper was somehow happy to walking around in. Instead opting for a shining crimson the same shade as blood.

They both decided on the name. They'd been calling it the Lambo anyway after the mech's resemblance to their favourite sports car. And after Swindle cleared it with their copyright team, it became official.

Sunstreaker wouldn't say that fighting the Quintessons was easy. And ultimately he'd rather countless amounts of people weren't dying due to the invasion.

But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed being a mech pilot. That he enjoyed the fame and freebies and fashion he finally had the freedom to afford. And that he and Sideswipe wouldn't have to worry about being starving or separated ever again.

Then as per usual, everything in their life went to shit.

Jazz disappeared. Then the base got blown up. Not that they had been aware, because they had been on the other side of the country, where for the first time, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe found themselves in a fight they could not win.

"Finally a fucking fight!" Sideswipe grinned, glaring up at the Quintesson ship the size of a city.

Sunstreaker had always known what his twin was thinking even before both their minds had melted into one. So he knew that under Sideswipe's bravado, his brother was scared shitless.

That didn't stop Sideswipe from smiling as they charged towards the ship.

With their shield, they blocked the incoming blasts, giving civilians time to escape whilst their sword slashed through the remaining fire.

Together, they were the perfect balance of stealth, speed and strength. And eventually, miraculously they actually made it within touching distance of the ship.

Out of the corner of his scope, Sunstreaker saw a Quintesson soldier strike. He didn't even have to think to ask before Sideswipe had slammed their shield into its neck. At the same time Sunstreaker soared themselves over the now dead soldier, striking the sword into the side of the ship. Sunstreaker felt the air shake as something inside it shrieked then blew up.

"Think we might actually succeed in shish-kebabing these shitheads!" Sideswipe smiled, surrounded in the smouldering embers of the burning alien spaceship.

Then a tentacle shot out of the ship, slamming into their side like a skyscraper. Sideswipe didn't even have time to scream. But Sunstreaker did as he experienced his brother's death. He screamed as his soul was stretched and squished and shattered between himself, his mech and his twin. He shot and sliced and screamed until something finally snapped and everything went black.

The next thing Sunstreaker knew was shouting. He opened his eyes, to see the blurred shape of grey and ginger hair next to his bed.

"He was a child!" The blur yelled and Sunstreaker belatedly recognised the voice as Ratchet even though their injuries hadn't been severe enough to see the head medical officer before now.

"Sunstreaker is twenty-one." Shockwave replied in his usual monotone, apparently unaffected by the fact that one of his pilots was now dead.

"And you've been fucking with his head since he was FIFTEEN!" Ratchet screamed. The entire med-bay silenced at the outburst, not even Shockwave daring to make a sound until Ratchet spoke again.

"Once I've fixed him up, I am done. I will not be apart of this anymore."

But Sunstreaker barely registered the words. All he felt was the emptiness of his brother being gone.

He had felt the feat and the pain and the nothing of his brother's death. He had experienced what no living human could and his head could not comprehend it. All it could do was hurt.

Shockwave had ordered him to pilot the Lambo again, to compare how it functioned with only one twin instead of the set. Sunstreaker tried to strangle him, only being held back by the combined force of Brawl, Blast-Off and Onslaught. Even Swindle told Shockwave to fuck off.

But in the end, Sunstreaker couldn't blame Shockwave for his brother's death. They had both signed up of their own free will after all.

Sunstreaker had been in it for the fight and for the fame. Sideswipe had been the one with heroics in his heart. It should have been him who had lived. He would have stayed because it was the right thing to do. Whilst Sunstreaker stuck around because he had nowhere else to go.

Blurr was still around, even more broken than before but still posing for the camera and doing PR. Sunstreaker couldn't do press anymore without his brother.

He couldn't do anything anymore with out his brother.

And if it weren't for the nothing that he knew was waiting for him that no one else could ever understand, then he would have joined his brother in death.

Stuck in stagnation, he did Shockwave's stupid experiments and signed his name on posters he couldn't even look at and tried and tried and tried mech after mech after mech. But he couldn't even sit in one without being sick, the melding of his mind with the mechs making his skull split in half. Each day bled into the other until eventually Swindle came to see him.

"Look kid, I know you don't want to hear this and I hate to he the one to tell ya. But we've tried every pilot we got left and the Lambo ain't working for anyone. So if you don't give it a go, then I got no excuses left to not strip it for scraps."

So Sunstreaker forced his feet into the hanger he hadn't been in since the day his brother died.

They had repaired the Lambo's right side. It's crimson coat as clean as the day Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had spent painting it.

Sunstreaker touched the tips of it's pedes. For some reason, he had been expecting it to be cold. But it felt as warm as before, the thumping pump of machinery pulsing away underneath the metal.

Something snapped inside Sunstreaker's head. But instead of it all falling apart, it felt like the pieces of a picture snapping into place.

Sunstreaker could not save his brother. He might not be able to save the Lambo either. But he had to try.

Besides the single chair, the cockpit was the same as ever. Someone had even kept their stickers.

Sunstreaker hocked himself up to the neural net and instead of being sick all he felt was a sense of serenity. Suddenly the pain in his head was gone, replaced with the sound of Sideswipe's voice that snorted "Took you long enough."

[miyahopscotch]

Gotta love hove I just can't stop changing up her design constantly.

Okay, but for real, I wanted more uniqueness (alongside the night fury motif).

✨️anyways✨️

I also wanna discuss other things too such as:

Role changes

Is the lead of the predacon faction, ya know straight up girl boss.

She is actively trying to wipe out the existence of both autobot and decepticon.

She has no intention to harm organic life and if anything treasures it.

Did at one point try and persuade the dinobots to join her side of the predacons but was denied.

As far as "team Optimus" goes, she's on the fence with them.

She does enjoy the company of Bumblebee and Bulkhead quite a lot given their very strong bond with Sari.

Essentially, she projects her emotions onto that as she has an organic who she considers family all the way up in Canada.

Her connection with those two though, falters and becomes distant.

This happens when she makes her final decision to eradicate both autobots and decepticons.

It's an "either you're with me or against me" moment.

She was actively part of the war on cybertron but briefly.

She lost quite a bit of memory around that time, so she barely remembered that.

Created fresh out of the lab to be a mindless soldier, but this was around when project predacon failed and when the decepticons lost the war, so to speak.

She was stored in a test tube to be terminated, but the ship she was on crashed in the far northern regions of earth.

She stayed in stasis for like, maybe 100 years at most.

Shockwave being her creator is literally what she would consider a neglecting parent. Although that being said not really as she wasn't created in his image, let alone with any parts of himself. She was just a drone to be tested and later cloned (which never ended up happening).

For at least 20 years, she lived with a family in Northern Canada in which she was named after Noah's (her human companion) late sister who died from an illness.

Her bond formed with him not only emotional but also part of her programming.

She was supposed to imprint on megatron but never got to at the time of her creation, and Noah being techno-organic made her able to unintentionally imprint upon him.

Her initial "name" was V04, not exactly a name, so to speak, but it's what she was assigned to as being just a number.

Abilities

Fueling by draining energon from other cybertronians.

Shush I like vampires....

She has a lot more of a size advantage, now being roughly the same height of, let's say, starscream or blitzwing, as opposed to when she was maybe the same height as Optimus at most.

Can summon electrical currents with her tendrils.

Can pick up on scents but is unable yo have any tracking abilities regarding that with organics as her main purpose was to be an "autobot hunter."

She has a weird tongue that paralyzes victims.

Extreme intelligence.

Fast flight speed is able to make it to mach speed.

Her hands transform into sickles as a closer combat weapon.

While in her alt mode, she can fire concentrated beams along with electrical type blasts.

Splitting jaw and in her alt mode has multiple rows of teeth.

[cottonpuffmouse]

God I’m such a fool to not be writing Kunikida in love as Kent Davidson in love with Sue.

No, Kunikida will not out right flirt with you. He will wait several months, possibly several years, to ask you out. You would be lucky if you got a few drunk kisses inbetween that. It’s a harsh reality of Kunikida’s character: He Is Methodically Cautious.

But in the middle of a semi-serious meeting, where Doppo has more less been playing hardass all morning, you make a joke about the case.

And he laughs. It’s a quick, ‘blink and you’ll miss it laugh’. But he laughs! It’s funny! He does not scold you about speaking out of turn about the case either.

When he calls you with bad news, instead of straight “Here are the facts as of now:”, he says “I’m sorry. Here are the facts as of now. If you need anything, I will be available after 7PM.” And he means it!!! If you said you needed groceries, he would come with groceries!!! He would demand a small hassel delivery fee but it would be reasonable considering the groceries would be on him.

And perhaps most damningly for a Kunikida trying to hide his affections for you: He trusts you to be competent. Atsushi, Dazai, Ranpo, etc need to be checked on constantly to ensure their good behavior - (in a day to day setting anyways. In crisis they are obviously perfectly capable. They save their energy I think.)

But you can be trusted to just…do the fucking job.

You have no idea how crazy this drives him. I’m not exaggerating when I say it almost turns him on how he can ask you to perform a task and know, beyond any unexpected issues, it will get done. It’s truly epic for him. You are taking a chunk of the world off his shoulders.

He’ll admit it one day. Dazai will start a weird count down on his desk with a calendar that started in May. Every few months he would turn to the next month and he’d made a big show of it. He started in October. It would now March of the following year. Dazai’s calendar would have you believe it is June.

Life was bad tolerable until about Dazai’s Calendar’s March and Kunikida started acting fidgety around you.

On every mission he stayed close to you, constantly gently bumping into you - like someone testing an electrical fence. He became fond of getting between you and dangerous opponents. Doppo starts ensuring your snacks were bought with your grocery budget - you’ll be never without Matcha tea cakes and berry tea again!

The day the calendar reached May again, Kunikida formal courted you.

When asked about this weird way of counting down, Dazai insisted he was psychic. When that failed, he said his actual ability was to read minds of fussy people. As he was rattling off his third bit, Ranpo insisted.

“A clock would have been better? Because it always ends at 12, your calendar has extra months.”

“I had to account for him adding more of those stupid requirements when he changed the final one,” Dazai said with a grin. “Plus a calendar is what I hand in hand.”

(Last bit for all my fellow “I could never met his ideals”-ers. His ideals would change!! To you!!)

[koizumiyuu]

Social Outcasts

Part 9

warnings: shooting? that's it.

The stunned silence after the announcement doesn’t last long as gunshots ring out in the vicinity, hitting the pavement stones of the park center where they’re gathered. That sends everyone into a panic as players scramble to duck and take cover, multiple yelps and screams sounding out as they distance themselves from their partners by accident.

(name) does the same, ducking behind the brick pillar alongside Chishiya as the gunfire continues ringing. The situation seriously isn’t ideal, and Chishiya doesn’t seem big on physical activity, much less sprinting through a pitch black park in search of goddamn keys of all things. (name) crouches with her back against the pillar as her brain works for some kind of strategy. There really isn’t one, just to run around the park in hopes of finding not just one, but two of those fucking keys. They could be anywhere, and this park is relatively huge. She glances down at the bracelet, seeing that it now displays a timer countdown. Huffing in frustration, she turns to her companion who seems to be intently staring at something in the distance from behind the corner, “Got a plan?”

Chishiya’s gaze snaps to hers and he’s probably the most serious she’s ever seen him look, even though his tone is the same bored drawl as always, “I might. I might not.”

(name) narrows her eyes. ‘Ah, so he’s testing me… How could I forget.’

She pushes off the pillar and stands, squinting to see in the darkness. She’s been to this park a few times. It’s really beautiful in the daytime. Especially the three ponds in the very middle and the various attractions. ‘Right… The keys will probably not be anywhere in the plain fields, that’d be stupid… There’s a bunch of structures here where they’re probably hidden…’

Most of the players booked it towards the middle where the paths intersect, or towards the dense forest across from the center. Which was probably an okay idea, but if they all go in the same direction, there will only be so many keys to find.

She glances around, weighing their options. Eventually, she looks at Chishiya again, nodding towards the other end of the center building where the pathway leads further in, towards the Korean Garden on the upper side of the park, “We’re going that way. On three…”

For some reason, Chishiya doesn’t protest, standing up as (name) counts down, “One… Two… Three!” Gunshots sound again as soon as they emerge from their hiding place, but (name) doesn’t look back as she sprints towards the pathway, Chishiya right behind her. She darts around a corner and suddenly the bullets are a little too close for comfort, hitting the fence wall right beside her head. This time it’s Chishiya who yanks her out of the line of fire, sending them both tumbling across the grass behind the fencing. They end up by the tree line, and (name) scrambles for cover after Chishiya.

The shooting ceases, and she slumps back against a tree, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth in frustration, “Are all of the open areas a free shooting range or some shit?”

He hums beside her, glancing around slowly, “Seems so.”

She wants to deck whoever designed this damn game. Unfortunately, that’s not possible. She straightens up, “Fine, bog it is.”

Chishiya snorts quietly, but nods, starting further into the trees. (name) follows after him, trying to make as little sound as possible.

The foliage is dense and the ground is wet and mushy the further they go. She tries to step on top of the roots, but it’s nearly impossible to see anything and she gasps quietly when her foot sinks into the sludgy ground. She tries to yank it free, but it takes some time and suddenly she feels an electric jolt pass through her body. She slaps a hand over her mouth in an attempt to not make a noise and she hears a hiss of pain come from somewhere in front of her at the same time. It’s not as strong as she expected it to be, but certainly unpleasant. The rustling is good indication that Chishiya likely recoiled back towards her the moment the bracelet range hit, “Can you not keep up?”

His condescending comment is expected by this point, but (name) still narrows her eyes in annoyance, “Fucking trying.”

She pulls her shoe free of the mud at the same time as Chishiya’s hand closes around her wrist, tugging her along. She immediately gets the overwhelming urge to pull herself free, but maybe this is for the best if they don’t want to be shocked again.

Eventually, they emerge on the other side of the small forest area, a little muddy and scraped up from the foliage. Now they’re even further away from where (name) wanted to end up, but maybe taking it slow has a better chance of not getting noticed. Doesn’t change the fact that she’s annoyed by her plan going off the rails.

(name) vaguely knows where it is they ended up. It’s one of the trails going across the park, surrounded by trees on both sides. In a way it’s good. If none of the hunter’s posts are here, they have good coverage.

She steps out of the trees onto the trail, brushing off leaves off of herself with no luck, “Let’s go that way. If no one’s around, we can go around.”

Chishiya gives her an unamused look that she can barely make out in the dim light, but he does pick up the pace when she starts walking.

The trail is long and wraps around the wooded area around the Korean Garden, so they have to be quick if they don’t want to waste time. It’s not that easy orientating in the dark, but eventually, she assesses to be in the right spot and turns towards the bushes again. Chishiya scoffs behind her, “Into the mud again?”

(name) rolls her eyes to herself, “Would you rather be dirty or shot?”

She swears she can hear him mutter something sarcastic like, ‘Neither, preferably…’, but she doesn’t turn back to comment.

This part of the forest isn’t too thick, and she can make out the outlines of the garden structures through the trees a few minutes later. It would be a pretty sight to appreciate if not for the circumstances. The small waterfalls and beautiful greenery architectured to the last dot.

This time she doesn’t need to say anything, Chishiya silently following as she hops the small fence into the back garden. There’s a bunch of decorative bushes and random structures around, so it’s probably fine, but she still stays low as they slink towards the main building in the front courtyard. It’s a small structure raised on short stone platforms with stairs leading inside. (name) isn’t sure what it’s even used for, seems like its only purpose is to look pretty.

Thankfully they don’t get shot as they make their way inside, though it’s even darker in there than it is outside. It’s just a small room, and (name) runs her hand along the wall, not even sure what she’s searching for. Her eyes widen when she feels a piece of slippery paper under her fingers, speaking up, “Look.”

Chishiya hums in question, stepping closer in order to see what he’s supposed to be looking at. (name) rips the piece of paper glued to the wall and it turns out to be a shiny foiled envelope with something inside. It is indeed, one of the keys, hung on a string and shaped like a round token to be slotted into the bracelet. She grins to herself, “Alright, one more to go.”

She slots it into the designated space on her bracelet, the small screen lights up, as if indicating to have recognized it, and… nothing. It doesn’t come off.

“Are you fucking kidding…” she’s not sure why she expected it to work, it wouldn’t be that easy.

Chishiya scoffs, “It’s a Clubs game, what did you expect?”

“Alright smart ass, let’s go find the second one then.” She bites back before hanging the key around her neck, grabbing his sleeve, and tugging him along. He doesn’t sound pleased at being handled like that but follows anyway after pulling out from her grasp.

As soon as they exit the small building, the announcer’s voice sounds out throughout the park, ’30 minutes remaining.’ (name) curses under her breath.

They sneak back towards the main intersection of the paths, hiding behind the half-wall, and (name) speaks up again, “If you have some master plan you’ve been saving, now’s a good time, you know.”

She can’t really see his face in the darkness, and she’s not really looking, but she can guess he’s rolling his eyes as he answers, “See that building over there?”, (name)’s gaze flicks to where he’s pointing at the building across the plaza in the middle. He continues, “Anyone who tried making it there, likely got shot, and there’s a high probability there’s a key inside.”

He’s… not wrong. At least judging by something what looks suspiciously like two bodies lying in the distance between here and there. Definitely got shot.

“Alright, I guess we have to not get shot then.”

She would usually think this more thoroughly, but time isn’t exactly on their side, so she moves as soon as the words are out of her mouth. It’s almost funny hearing Chishiya scramble after her as she dashes across the open path and behind the trees near the pond to somehow round the plaza towards the building. Surprisingly they don’t get noticed, ducking behind various things along the way for cover. The last hurdle is some thick bushes, and (name) swears there are now scratches all over her legs. The small house looks like some kind of staff building, maybe for keeping tools or something like that. The open door already doesn’t give her much hope, but she goes inside anyway, her companion bumping into her back when she stops abruptly.

“Watch it.” Comes a quiet hiss from her as she looks around. Just as she thought, her gaze catches on an envelope identical to the one they found in the garden house. Only it’s on the floor and torn open. She picks it up, even though Chishiya has likely already noticed the same thing, “Looks like someone was faster.”

He just hums in response, already turning to leave. (name) follows wordlessly.

As soon as they’re out, gunshots come from across the plaza, narrowly missing them and instead warping the walls of the building clean through. (name) yelps when Chishiya yanks her down to the ground, into the same bushes that did her wrong the first time. She curses harshly, covering her face from the branches with one hand as he drags her through more insistently until they roll onto the damp grass on the other side. She tries to keep her voice down, but it still comes out scathing, “Did you have to do that?!”

His reply comes instantly as if she’s stupid for even asking, “You were gonna get shot.”

“No I wasn’t—“ she’s interrupted almost immediately as the gunfire picks up again, seemingly aiming right for them. So she has no choice but to push herself off the ground, almost tripping to run, “Fuck, just go!”

Chishiya seems to have the same idea, not staying behind as they sprint across the plaza and toward the side of the pond where it’s separated from the path by a small half-wall. The bullets whizz past her ears as she jumps the wall, skidding on the slightly slanted ground to duck behind it. She felt it immediately this time when one grazed her arm, almost in the same exact spot as last time. It hurts even more now, so she’s guessing this one hit deeper, but that’s not the main concern right now.

She breathes harshly, out of breath from the running, adrenaline, and pain. Before either can make any sarcastic remark about the shitty situation, the announcement rings out again, updating the time, ’15 minutes remaining.’

“Looks like we’re in trouble.” His breathing is slightly labored too, but the tone is the same as ever. Amused and slightly bored.

(name) grits her teeth. Her thoughts flit back to the Russian Roulette game. She gave way less of a damn then, what the fuck for is she trying so hard now? It really hardly matters if she dies in this game, just another mark to add to the tally.

She’s annoyed at this entire thing, but her thought process gets cut off when her vision zones back into reality. Specifically, the pond in front of them. She’s been here before, so she knows there are lanterns anchored to the bottom that get lit up at night. They’re not lit up now, but one of them is glinting suspiciously against stray lights, just like a foil envelope would. Her gaze zeroes in on it.

Chishiya’s already looking in the same direction as her, refuting before she even speaks up, “It’s all open space there, we’ll get shot if we try that.”

“I won’t if I don’t make a lot of noise and movement.”

She pushes off the half-wall, sneaking down the slanted bank towards the pond.

He follows, but it’s pretty clear on his face what he thinks of this plan. “That’s not logically possible.”

(name) stops just by the water, already yanking off her hoodie and tossing it into his hands, “I’m not asking you to do it.”

It’s probably the first time ever she’s seeing Chishiya’s face display any other emotion than condescension or indifference. He looks irritated. “And the shock?”

“Bear it.” She pulls the key off her neck, throwing it to him before wading into the water. It’s freezing, immediately making her want to shudder, but she grits her teeth, going deeper. As soon as she’s deep enough to dive, she feels the shock from the bracelet starting to circulate her body, but it’s pretty too late to back out now. So she takes a deep breath, and dives, kicking off the murky pond floor for momentum. It’s practically impossible to navigate under the freezing water when she can’t even open her eyes, but she just swims in a probably straight line as fast as her body allows. The shock gets worse the further she gets, and soon enough she’s out of air, surfacing with a gasp. The lantern is a couple more meters in front of her and she reaches for the envelope, gritting her teeth against the spasms in her muscles. She doesn’t even manage to think about why there are no gunshots in her direction.

She manages to grasp it, putting it between her teeth before diving back down. The shock is starting to get to her and the wound in her arm throbs, but she pushes past it somehow. The current begins to alleviate the closer to the bank she gets. She surfaces a little too early this time and suddenly hears the gunshots again. The shock current abruptly cuts as she feels someone grab her upper arm, and she wipes the murky water away from her eyes, realizing it’s Chishiya dragging her along. Her entire body feels numb from the freezing water and the shock, so she doesn’t even protest the contact, tripping over herself as he hastily pulls her out of the line of fire. She still has half a mind to speak up once she pulls the envelope from her teeth, “Was it bad?”

She doesn’t need to clarify that she’s talking about the shock, “It was fine.” It sounds like a lie, but she doesn’t ask again.

’10 minutes remaining.’ The announcement sounds once more and (name) curses to herself. Chishiya pulls the envelope from her hand, ripping it open to pull out the second key before he grabs her wrist, slotting it into the designated place as the magnet clicks. He does the same to his own bracelet using the key they already had and they both click open, falling away. She sighs, heavily entire body shaking from the cold water, “Alright, now to make it to the exit…”

They’re now trekking through the less visible areas once again, (name) pressing her folded up hoodie against the bleeding wound on her arm. The gates to the parking lot come into view just as the time is announced again, ‘5 minutes remaining.’

The entire distance to the gates is open area, and she already knows what Chishiya’s gonna say before he does it, “Ready to run?”

She makes a face. Her legs feel like they’re about to give out at any moment and everything feels sore, “No.” The answer is half-sarcastic, but also half-true. Chishiya doesn’t respond to that, instead grabbing her wrist and hauling her along as he runs toward the gates. Just as expected, there’s bullets coming from somewhere, but they make it out moments later. She half expected to be lasered as soon as they crossed the threshold for some reason, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, the announcement voice sounds out the moment she slumps to the ground, clutching her arm again. ‘Game Clear for player pair 4! Congratulations!’

Chishiya surprisingly looks a little out of it too, but he does look down at her when she glances up in confusion, “I haven’t heard that the entire time. Are we the only ones?”

He looks back toward the park, seemingly thinking it over, “Seems so.”

A few more moments pass of them both just catching their breath, but no one else exits the arena, and no more announcements sound. Whoever was left in the park, probably got a laser to the head when the timer ran out and that was that.

Finally, he straightens up, glancing at her again. It feels like he’s hesitating about something, but comes to some kind of decision seconds later as he nods to her arm, “Press that on there harder.”

Then he’s walking back in through the gates towards the park center. No gunshots or anything of the sort can be heard, indicating that the game really is over. (name) doesn’t ask where he’s going, she already knows all he cares about are the damn cards.

Next.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC deep dive

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck here, @mk-writes-stuff here, and @urnumber1star here!

Rules: answer the prompts for your OC(s)!

Previous deep dives:

Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen

Noelle, Rose, Kelsey, Robbie, Akash, Hye-Jin

Jedi, Carmen, Carla, George

I think it's time that I do some SOTL characters! Long overdue!

Let's start with Jack, Tierney, and Úrsula!

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Jack - dentists...sorry my guy. But also tooth fairies on top of that

Tierney - he has a high royal standing, so I feel like he'd be afraid of like being kidnapped or someone close to him being kidnapped

Úrsula - losing control of her curse

Do they have any pet peeves?

Jack - lazy people, whether they get results or not, piss him off because Jack always gives it his all for a very predictable result

Tierney - people judging him

Úrsula - people who don't leave her alone

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Jack - the harp he took from the giant's castle, pictures of his family, framed historical documents/photos/art

Tierney - large four-poster bed with canopies, wall full of books with a ladder, a desk where he practices his potions

Úrsula - a handmade large bookshelf filled with books, a cozy corner with beanbags and pillows, a cello with a music stand

What do they notice first in a person?

Jack - height

Tierney - what they're wearing

Úrsula - whatever they're holding

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Jack - 5/10

Tierney - 2/10 for anything that isn't electric based

Úrsula - 6/10

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Jack - fight

Tierney - fight

Úrsula - flight

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Jack - small family, big family person

Tierney - large family, only kind of a family person (varies depending on who it is)

Úrsula - small family, becomes less of a family person

What animal represents them best?

Jack - probably a small dog

Tierney - cat

Úrsula - bear

What is a smell that they dislike?

Jack - lavender

Tierney - bad breath

Úrsula - smoke

Have they broken any bones?

Jack - yes

Tierney - no

Úrsula - no

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Jack - “Oh that kid? He's a strange one alright. Had him in a couple classes but never talked to him. Never have I seen someone so mediocre at everything. Teachers would always pull him aside and have conversations with him. He never seems to be fully applying himself. He never - and I mean never - bombed a test. But he also never did anything extraordinary. No awards. No punishments. He'd probably stick in the background if he wasn't trying to get everyone's approval.”

Tierney - “The third prince? I don't know anything about him. He's still a kid, and his older brothers are getting betrothed. Speaking of which, Jarred's ball is coming up, and I'm going! How do I look? Do you think he'll pick me? He better. Richard and Amani are trending! Aren't they such a cute couple? Who were we talking about, again?”

Úrsula - *suddenly getting quiet* “Her? That... beast? Well, she's kinda scary and ugly, isn't she? Like you can almost see the human behind her. It's uncanny. I wonder what she did to make herself get cursed like that. I almost pity her. She's apparently friendly, but no one wants to approach her.”

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Jack - morning bird

Tierney - night owl

Úrsula - morning bird

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Jack - loves pumpkins, hates cherries

Tierney - loves tea, hates beans

Úrsula - loves chocolate, hates lemon

Do they have any hobbies?

Jack - loves being outdoors, doing chores around the farm, which he'll argue is a hobby. But he'd like to build a fence or a birdhouse whenever he has time. Woodwork.

Tierney - potions!

Úrsula - too many... Composing, reading, playing the cello are the main ones!

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Jack - eh, middle of the road. Depends on his mood. I think he'd like the party more than the surprise.

Tierney - nope. Overdone...please just do something small...

Úrsula - I don't think she cares for surprises. She'd love that she was acknowledged, overwhelmed by the party, and neutral to the surprise part.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Jack - no

Tierney - depends

Úrsula - yes

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Jack - average

Tierney - neat by force, messy naturally

Úrsula - messy but tries her best

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Jack - disappointed yet determined

Tierney - fascination and hope

Úrsula - fear and wonder

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Jack - denim

Tierney - wool, silk, linen

Úrsula - polyester

What kind of accent do they have?

Jack - rural Irish

Tierney - "King's English"

Úrsula - Paulistano/Brazilian

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What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry?Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric?What kind of accent do they have?