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[mysteroads]

My Clever* Plan Was Ruined... by Love**

*I think I was clever anyway, **Not my love, thank heaven

The story, in brief: I had the brilliant plan to write three,-- that's right, count 'em-- THREE different Beetlejuice ships after my current Gen-fic series, because

Spite! since ship hate of imaginary characters is silly, I wanted to spite all the haters by spreading looooove 😘

I thought it'd be fun writing practice,

and two/three of the ships could possibly serve as a "choose your own sequel" to the gen-fic series, depending on the reader's preference,

But then my friend 💘fell in love💖 and infected me with her ewwy-gooey lovey-dovey cootie germs, right around the same time I saw the Musical live... so I jumped ahead on my plans and wrote Musicalbabes before I could write the Beetlands and KeatlejuiceXMiss Argentina fics.

So... expect that to come out soon! 🥳 Should be fun.

Mind you, I fully intend on writing those other two ship fics, they're just a lot... more difficult. Adam and Barbara are hard to write!😫😭 I'm working on it, dammit!

And I haven't had a chance to practice Keatlejuice or Miss Argentina yet. Only so many hours in the day, you know?

Plus I gotta finish my original series, "Strange and Usual Summer" ! (Follow the link. It'll be fun!)

Be patience, Beetlands and KeatleXArgentina fans. I'll get there. Promise.

[two-red-butterflies]

the bravest soldier | m33

Description: Max Verstappen and his girlfriend go inside a taxi (not knowing that it's a prank set up for him) in which, their relationship is made public.

Pairing: max verstappen/model!leclerc!reader

yournameleclerc1 he loves himself ladies and gentlemen 💙

tagged: max verstappen

239 comments 123,210 likes

user19: UMM??? Y/N??? baramram3: i smell y/n x max 😳 maxverstappen1: 😆

"It's more of a red and orange day," he explained, moving his arms around and placing the cap on his head. He fancied himself a fashion connoisseur at home, even helping you pick out outfits for work - but when he was out with friends and the media? The same cap was on his head - the same polo, and it was frustrating.

"I actually feel proud 'cuz I forced you to wear white," you chuckled as he opened the taxi door. "Don't be too cocky, liefde." he rolled his eyes - helping you carry the luggage inside the car.

"Maybe I'll get you to wear red soon," you add - and he gently nudges you inside. "The day that pigs fly - maybe." he laughed, settling his hand on your thigh. The taxi driver in front of you looked familiar - but you couldn't remember where you saw him.

"Oi! Are you Max Verstappen?" the man rudely asks and your boyfriend nods his head. His grip on your thigh tightens - praying to the gods that he wouldn't recognize you. "Yes," he answered politely, playing with the straps of your seatbelt. He was a professional driver but seldom wore it in the passenger seat.

"Very nice eh? Must be the dream." the man complimented, moving his car away from a section of the airport. "We'll be going to ******," your boyfriend informs while fastening the seatbelt around your waist. "If you don't mind - I don't use those digital map thingies. I think that if you wanna be a taxi driver, you gotta know the roads." the man rambled, and your boyfriend continued smiling.

"Yeah, I guess that's the best way to get around things." he replied while playing with his phone. He couldn't believe that the both of you were unlucky enough to score a chatty driver. "How about the girl beside you? Is she your sister?" the man asks intrusively, and a nervous chuckle escapes both of your lips.

"No, she's uhh - my girlfriend." Max confirmed proudly, wrapping his free hand around you. "That very nice," the man nodded his head - trying to get out of a conversation that he started.

leclercuniverse16: ya'll...check channel 4 💀

arthurleclercsupporter1192: YA'LL CHANNEL 4 IS LIVE??? HOW DID REDBULL APPROVE THIS?? HOW DID MAX VERSTAPPEN'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS??? HOW DID Y/N LECLERC'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS?? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

charles16ismydaddy: what is going on? i don't have ch 4 - arthurleclercsupporter1192: they were doing one of those gags where they prank celebrities and MAX VERSTAPPEN went inside the taxi with Y/N LECLERC AND HE SAID "No she's my gf" LIKE

LandoNorris

"Y/n what was that?"

Y/N:

landaurrnorris12: lando wtf is this 😭 - LandoNorris: had to jump on it before charles finds out

bellawherehaveubeenloca: TELL CARLOS TO TELL CHARLES - LandoNorris: I think Checo would appreciate having a teammate that's alive ✌🏼

"I'm sorry, I think I took the wrong turn." the taxi driver apologizes, quickly pulling up a paper map from his pocket. "It's totally fine," you smiled at him, playing Helix Jump on your cellphone. He begins driving towards an empty field - to the right place.

"I'm sorry but I got to take a wee," the man apologizes again and your boyfriend agrees; mumbling something along the lines that he understands. Once the taxi driver was out of the car, Max began to panic. "Where are you going?" you ask and he opens the door.

"I think we should get out," he informed you, taking your seatbelt off. "Why?" you inquire - caught in headlights in the sight of danger. "There might be a bomb here," he explained and your eyebrows merged into each other. "Like assassins sent by Ferrari or something," you attempt to lighten the situation but ultimately - the both of you exit the vehicle.

Wildunchartedwatteers

Charles getting out of his car to find Max and Y/N

Y/NL/NWORLDGOSSIP

"Assasins sent by ferrari" Nooooo the enemy (Max Emillian Verstappen) has brainwashed you!!

After a long ride - you finally reached your destination. Max made sure that you were the first person to exit the car. "What's with the cameras?" the man asked while helping your boyfriend take a few of the remaining luggage inside the car. "Umm I don't know - probably something about a documentary," he shrugged, telling the cameras to leave you out of the frame.

"Wait really? Really?" the man repeated the question while taking his disguise off. An amused chuckle exits your lips - he was one of the interviewers for the sports channel. "Fucking hell mate," Max laughed, realizing that it was a setup. "I thought that you were some creep," he grinned while scratching the back of his head.

"He was prepared to run away," you say from behind the camera. "I hope it's fine that I exposed your relationship," the man apologized - quickly telling Max that it wasn't part of the plan. "Nah, you're fine mate - we've been meaning to tell the public anyways." he comforted - freezing once he sees the faint figure of your brother running towards the both of you.

[avatarrecom]

haiiii

idk when your birthday is but you can just have this cake

if your requests are still open, can you write a pre established poly!recom fic where recom!reader unexpectedly woke up a few weeks earlier and got to acclimate to her body enough to help out the others when they woke up

she does little affectionate things like purring or wrapping her tail around them and they’re like “yk what? maybe i like being blue”

Waking up blue

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Human!reader

A/N: Omg when I first read this request I was like "yes I love this, I'm inspired" but I was on vacation and didn't have my laptop and then I totally forgot about this request, I'm so sorry, but here it is!

Thanks for the birthday whishes! My birthday is february 14th but I still appreciate it!

Another totally random question for ya'll tho. Like I said before, I'm writing a book. Would you read a book that's written in this style? It is in first POV, but the rest?

I hope you enjoy! Please leave a like, comment or another message!

I honestly squeal from happiness every time I get them! <3

You were pacing nervously in the rec room. Today was the day that your lovers would get woken up. The original plan was for you to be woken up today as well, but because of a malfunction you woke up a week ago. You hated it, wanted to go through this experience together, but you were also grateful. Now you could support your lovers through these confusing days. 

Which brings you back to pacing the room, waiting anxiously for any of your lovers to show up. You had begged the scientists to be in the room when they woke up, but the stupid lab coats refused. The sound of the sliding door swooshing open pulls you from your thoughts. You turn around to see Walker standing in the door opening. Her eyes are wide as she takes you in. “Y/n?” she asks, the slightest shake in her voice. You smile at your girl, before launching yourself in her arms. “Hi,” you whisper softly in her neck before pulling back, “are you okay?” 

Walker nods hesitantly while pushing her hand through her unruly curls. You smile slightly, before pulling her to the center table that holds all the belongings that you all had requested to have upon waking. For yourself that was your parents wedding rings, which you had worn around your neck and the bracelet your lovers gave you for your last birthday. Ofcourse these weren’t the original items, but rather a copy, since the original ones were lost somewhere on Pandora, but it was nice to still have copies.

Remembering how Walker hates her wild curls, you quickly grab some hair products, a brush and hair ties before pulling Walker to sit on one of the benches surrounding the different tables. You climb onto the table behind her and position your legs on both sides of her blue body. Gathering some hair product on your hands, you start massaging it into her curls, which causes Walker to groan appreciatively and lean her head into your hands. 

After that is done, you carefully section her hair, before starting the first few micro braids. Soon, the two of you fall into the familiar comfortable silence. When you’re about one third done, the door swooshes open again. You both look up to see your other female lover, Z-dog, walking in. You’d stand up and run into her arms as well, if you weren’t holding one half finished braid, so instead, you motion Z over and make place for her beside you. Z-dog quickly comes over and gives you both a quick kiss before helping you braid Walker's hair.

This is how it has always been with you three, comfortable silences that hold more love than a thousand words could. Which is why you can’t really decide if it’s fortunate or unfortunate when the silence gets broken by Lopez, Ja, Prager and Mansk walking in. They all look uncomfortable being in alien bodies, but perk up when they see the only three girls that they’ll ever love. How they managed to still look so beautiful while being in the bodies of their enemies, they’ll never know, but they’re not complaining.

Ofcourse, Prager being Prager, starts questioning you three if you’re alright and how you’re feeling. Maybe a kiss will help? Lopez suggests, still wearing his signature smirk. You playfully throw the hairbrush his way, before tying off yet another braid and embracing Prager, then Ja, Mansk and finally Lopez (who still looks shaken, despite his macho attitude). Your tail once again proves to have a mind of its own, as it wraps around his leg. Lopez jumps at the feeling, but relaxes when the fluffy end of your tail starts to lightly stroke his calf, it’s obviously meant to be soothing, if not still slightly weird.

All of you are so engrossed in getting familiar with each other again and supporting each other, that you don’t hear someone entering the room until someone violently curses. When you look up, you see Brown holding his forehead while groaning. “Who the fuck lowered the ceiling?!” he curses. The rest of you manage a second of silence, before bursting out in laughter. It feels good to have something to laugh about again, even though it’s at Brown's expense. Even Mansk, ever so stoic, tries to muffle his giggles (yes I know, he giggles, everyone was shocked).

Brown looks at you all with a small smile, while still rubbing his head. “Glad to see that you’re still funny,” you tease. He shrugs, “someone has to be.” Before anyone can say anything, Fike bursts into the room. “BLUE!” he exclaims. He only gets strange looks in response, “you think something went wrong in his brain?” You hear Z whisper to Prager. “What’s blue, amore?” asks Lopez. Fike gives him a bewildered look. “WE!” he gestures to himself. “WE’RE FUCKING BLUE!” You snort before nodding understandingly. “Well it could be worse”, you shrug, “we could be yellow, or purple or worse… we could be fucking pink.” You gag.

Fike nods in agreement before falling into your arms and fake sobbing that he doesn’t want to look like the ‘sad chick’ from the Inside Out movie for the rest of his life, because that was just *snaps fingers* fucking depressing. 

Now that you’re all together minus two, the mood lightens. Lopez, Z-dog, Fike and Walker are comparing their current tattoo’s to their old ones and laughing about how terrified the tattoo artist must have been to tattoo their Na’vi bodies. Ja is busy going through the Recom handbook, the medical parts specifically. Mansk and Prager are testing their new bodies' strength and checking out their more advanced Na’vi sized weapons. Brown has fallen asleep. And you’re going from lover to lover to make sure that everyone is okay and to explain that there was a malfunction which caused you to wake up earlier (you get quite a few angry looks at that, with some exclaiming that they’d kill the lab coats for putting you through this on your own).

Everything is going smoothly, when you all suddenly hear a cat purring. You all share puzzled looks, before Fike exclaims that he’s going to look for the ‘kitty cat’. However, after searching for some time, you all come up empty handed. You decide to follow the purring sound and realize that the purring comes from one of your lovers, Brown specifically. “Guys”, you whisper-shout, before pointing at the sleeping Recom.

For the second time today, everyone starts laughing at the poor man’s expense. Ja kicks his leg and Brown shoots up. “What?! What happened?!” he shouts. “Dude, you were purring in your sleep,” snickers Fike. “Pfft, no I wasn’t!” “You totally were man, you sounded like a cat.” You snort, “that actually checks out, we’ve got cat-like ears, fangs and a tail.” Everyone bursts out laughing again.

“What’s so funny here?” you hear the voice of your colonel ask. You whip around to face the final two of your group of lovable misfits. “Miles!” you exclaim happily, before making your way over to him. Miles smiles and opens his (still very droolable) arms for you. But instead you rush past him, towards Lyle, who for some reason has a tampon shoved up his nose. “Baby, what happened?!” you exclaim worriedly. “Do Na’vi men get some sort of fucked up period through their nose or something?” you hear Brown ask, before someone, undoubtedly either one of the girls, or Ja, slaps him on the head. Lyle smiles lovingly at your concern. “Miles punched me,” he says. Before he can explain further that it wasn’t on purpose, you’ve whipped around to level your colonel with a terrifying look, “MILES WILLIAM QUARITCH, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! DID YOU PUNCH HIM?!” 

Miles shifts, unnerved by your glare, “now Darlin’-.” 

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged on this by @unexpectedstormy ! I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to respond like it was a chain or make my own post, so I just went for it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Two. There will be more coming, because Blood Drops on Roses is just arc one of this story, and there's a lot of snippets for Prologue floating around.

Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe

BDOR Prologue: The Yiga and The Sheikah

2. What's your total A03 word count?

51,493 words since mid-August, when I finally got an account XD I've been a lurker for YEARS ya'll.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Linked Universe only, so far.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

See above XD I hope to get enough fics out there that I can sort my work like that, but for now it's just those two.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I respond as soon as I can, they are like crack to me. Maybe because I'm new to sharing my work or something, but I would die for each and every one of you that leaves even as much as a <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

NONE OF MY FICS ARE FINISHED YET AAAAAAAAAA. Arc 1's ending is going to be pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm, I see that this questionnaire is not meant for me. There is a Prologue section "The Trap" that I'll be putting out soon through, its ending is pretty sweet I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I am afraid that it's gonna happen, but so far everyone has been so nice, so I hope not D:

9. Do you write smut?

Nah. Don't really read it either. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I mean unless you count LU as a crossover between all the Link's respective fandoms, no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh I hope not. How does one steal a fic?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. If I ever get good enough at Spanish, I would like to take a crack at translating my own fic once its all published, but it would probably be laughably terrible. Eh, practice is practice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Hey @needfantasticstories, I think Clippy Wind and Pug Sky need to go on some adventures together, don't you?

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh I don't really ship. I do think Malon/Time and Legend/Ravio are cute though. I'm just not really interested in exploring the romantic side of stories, even in published literature.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez I hope that I finish all of Arc 2 at this point. But I may be too early into the game to answer this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Heck if I know. I had someone say in my comment section that they liked how I characterize people, so we'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too much and probably in too much detail. Sometimes it would be better to say "They crossed the bridge and set up camp" but nooooooooooo lets add 7,000 words to this already bloated fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Italics. I was about to whip out my decade of Latin for part of this fic, but I decided against it because I'm pretentious but not that pretentious. Also because I still don't understand word order at ALL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I have some fanfic from the dog series of Warrior Cats lurking somewhere that I wrote when I was like 12. Survivors, or something? I should probably go delete it, I'm sure it's trash. I'm scared to even look, it probably hasn't seen the light of day since I wrote it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Well I've only got one big fic out right now so let's go with BDOR

@needfantasticstories and @somer-writes I'm kicking this your way.

[ashleyfanfic]

thought you should see this https://twitter.com/ganymedejam/status/1645796033706999813

Ya'll, I understand Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon more and more every day. I'm getting too old for this shit. I don't understand the concept of telling someone that they should include all ships on their own blog. It can be a character account, but do you guys understand that there are RP accounts for fandoms where they are exclusively writing for one ship with one purpose? It's the same concept.

And yes, I understand they're going to reblog hellcheer stuff because that's the majority of the Chrissy content, but come on. Can't we be beyond the pettiness of all of this? Let them show their immaturity and prove that yeah, they're childish and petty and we're enjoying ourselves ignoring them.

Let's also say that on a level I totally agree with you guys. It's a dick move. But that's my opinion. Just think of it like this: they want Chrissy content to post. The only validation we have that Chrissy is a nice person is her interactions with Eddie. Any ability they have to confirm it in any other way is non-existent. They can choose to ignore that and repost hellcheer stuff and end up looking like idiots. I can tell that some people have never been in toxic fandoms before and this is still a damn cake walk compared to the damn GoT fandom. Some of you would not have survived to have seen actual Jonerys fan art turned into Jonsa art. Or fics where Dany has their baby and they write that Jon threw the dead fetus overboard like a bag of sugar. Or you've never had someone take personal pictures you've posted in a private group chat to a group of people you don't know and who have been toxic towards you in your comments section of your fics. You've never had someone find your facebook account and use a picture of you as their profile picture to troll you.

This is stupid, petty bullshit. Let them post what they want, exclude who they want, and have to take from the hellcheer fandom to even have content. That's irony. Block them so they can't even see your posts and really limit the access they have to it. The only person you're hurting by getting riled up by this person is yourself, because they are BASKING that they managed to rile so many people up with one post.

[klanceyuri]

the only bone in our body that we share is the one that likes Kyle

Summary: Wherein Kennedy McCormick and Kenneth McCormick have to make the most of their universes deciding to fade into each other once more, thankfully, a stack of playboys and a case of root beer keeps them distracted from the existential dread of being one and the same.

Warnings: suggestive themes (they critique playboys together), swearing, implied character death, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I know exactly what possessed me to write this (category seven lesbian event) and I don't know why it ended up over 1K words. I hope ya'll enjoy and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port, it really means a lot

Waking up in a bedroom with some blondie that looks both nothing and everything like her was not on Kenny's list of plans for the day. He's standing on the other side of the room, presumably freaking out, and she is in a very similar position.

The bed creaks under her weight as she presses herself against the wall. This is her room, almost everything is the same down to the stack of playboys on the bedside table. She lingers on that for a second too long and hopes he doesn't notice.

"Okay, I don't know who, or what you are, but this is my room," Kenny spat boldly, confidently, try too at least. The sense of sheer terror and confusion underneath it all is very, very strong and probably showing through at least a little bit.

He pauses his terror, "Look, lady, this is my room. Owned by Kenneth 'Kenny' McCormick, middle child and poor kid."

"Funny, cause I have a room just like this, except it belongs to me," She said and she hopes her smirk is convincing, "I'm Kennedy 'Kenny' McCormick, also the middle child and the poor kid."

There's a beat of silence.

"This is that stupid multiverse Cartman was screaming about, isn't it?" She asked.

Kenny nodded, "Gotta be."

"I should go find Kyle," Kenny stepped down from the bed and grab the magazine on top of the stack, "Taking this for good luck."

"Like hell you are! I haven't even taken out the pin up yet!" Kenny snapped.

She raises a brow, "You haven't?" Fingers tease at the edge of the pages.

"It just came in the mail," Kenny said quietly.

"Well then," Kenny said before flipping it open and paging to the average section where the pin-ups where. She tugged the pages taut rather gently, being careful to avoid tearing the pages. There's a slow nod as she flips the magazine and traces down the picture, "This month is looking nice."

Kenny doesn't even know what to say, the hot chick version of himself just landed in his bedroom and now she's criticizing his playboys. Not even criticizing, just, commentating on them. He's speechless, "We're gonna need to find a different name for you if you're gonna be stuck here for a while."

"Kelsey, sounds similar enough," The ravenette said, refusing to raise her glance from the playboys.

Kenny crossed his arms bitterly, "Are you gonna hog it, or am I gonna get a chance to see it?"

That snapped her out of it, "Yeah, totally man," She flipped it shut and tossed it over to him, the desperation on his actions to catch it was humorous.

He carefully placed it on top of the stack and straightened it out. He needs to have some class, sure, he's being abruptly visited by himself, and if they are the same her room is just as much a shit show as his. But he needs to at least try. He turns to face her and she's smirking, "What's so funny?"

"Dude, you and I both know you have a dildo under the bed, you don't have to stack your playboys nice," Kelsey accused and Kenny's face flared up bright red.

"I do not have a dildo under my bed," Kenny said defensively.

She raised a brow.

He gave a small huff before picking up a playboy, "I'm not having this discussion with you," He sits down and flips it open.

"I'm just joking, promise," Kelsey said, she even gave the girl scout honor.

"Fine," Kenny tossed aside the magazine, "What do you want to do then?"

"You're me, right?" Kelsey asked.

Kenny nodded, "Supposed to be."

"Then you must be thinking what I'm thinking," She gave a small smirk.

Kenny stood up and held out a hand, "You better be right about the 'thinking the same stuff' thing."

Kelsey grabbed his hand and stood up, "Lead the way, and I can almost assure you I'm right about it."

-/-/-/-

"This is not what I had in mind at all," Kelsey said.

Kenny gives a hum, "In a good way or a bad way?"

"A good way," She tilted her head a little bit more to get a better view through those massive windows in front of the gym. Her eyes stuck to the various women working out, fuck, she'd love to be in there, say hi and the such. Her pace slows, "Maybe even a great way."

Kenny kicks at her ankles a bit, "The security guard in there hates me already, can't get caught loitering out front."

"What did you too him?" Kelsey asked as she followed Kenny past the perfect window. She could stand there for days.

"He threatened to throw me out and I flirted back," Kenny said nervously as he led his counterpart down the sidewalk.

"You fucking what?" Kelsey asked, sheer disbelief heavy on her voice.

"I called him daddy," Kenny choked out quietly, shame impossibly clear on his voice, "He really didn't like being called daddy."

Kelsey nearly breaks out laughing, it'd be weird to just start wheezing with intense laughter in the middle of the sidewalk which is really the only reason she doesn't. Instead she just grins, "Dude."

"Worst day of my fucking life," Kenny said, "I swear to god, I'd rather die then face him again."

"Well how else are we gonna look at anyone in that gym if you're pissing your pants scared over a security guard?" Kelsey asked.

Kenny smirked rather impishly, "You see, there are benches nearby right? That little court for smoking or eating or just sitting down, what we do is we get a subway and then we sit down, eat a sandwich and watch."

"I like the way you think, Kenny," Kelsey said, "Shocked I didn't think of it first."

"You're in the womans rights hyper diverse universe, it makes sense your mind hasn't been blown open to horny nineteen year old white boy levels of desperate, Kelsey," Kenny said matter-of-factly, "There are books under my name in how to be respectful and classy yet pervy."

"That includes buying the pretty girl subways right?" Kelsey asked.

"It's always classy to buy the pretty girl subways," Kenny answered with a roll of his eyes, "I wouldn't classify you as such considering you're me, but, I'll still buy a subway for you."

"Thanks,"

"I doubt they'll take a dollar bill if George Washington has tits in the picture anyways," Kenny tacked on before the kindness of the offer can make itself clear.

She punched him in the shoulder, "Not cool."

"And you know I'm right too," He countered with before pushing open the subway doors.

"I don't even know if I have any money to use, I don't usually fall asleep with my wallet in my pocket," Kelsey said.

"Neither do I," He reached absently for her hand.

"Gay," Kelsey said quietly, the shock at the accusation made him retract his hand.

"How the fuck is that gay?" Kenny asked.

"It's always gay to hold hands with a dyke," Kelsey said nonchalantly.

Kenny feels his heart stop dead in it's tracks for a brief moment. He sweeps away an entire category of thoughts he should not have been having about a different version of himself. He pulls out his wallet, "That tracks, tuna sub?"

"Tuna sub," Kelsey repeated back at the blonde.

-/-/-/-

"You wanna know my favorite place in my South Park Colorado?" Kelsey asked before taking a chunk out of her sub.

Kenny gives a hum and a nod, glancing between the gym and Kelsey.

"The beach," Kelsey said, "That or the girls changing room at the pool, but, you've never been in there before."

"Yeah, I'll never get in either," Kenny said bitterly, "I've only heard tales of what it's like in there- women, clean floors, women, individual stalls."

"The floors are just as clean as the guys locker room floors, don't worry," Kelsey said, "But yeah, the amount of women is definitely way more than what you've ever seen in a single room."

"No need to brag about it," Kenny said and she laughed.

"I'm not bragging, I'm just telling you how awesome my life is," Kelsey said.

"Do you wanna sit out here and watch the show, or head back to my place? Our place. Your place- the place," He rambled briefly before tearing another chunk out of his sub and glaring at Kelsey.

"We should get some root beer before we head back," Kelsey said as she stood up and brushed down her jeans.

"Why not real beer?" Kenny asked.

"Clerks at the beer store are less prone to fall for a promise of getting some than gas station clerks," Kelsey explained, "It's a two person operation, I distract, you snatch."

"I like the sounds of that," He grinned as rewrapped his sub and stuffed it in a pocket, "We should hurry, the new guys shift ends in an hour. He gives me discounts, some people get off for free."

"Someone who works at a gas station lets you just, have stuff for free?" Kelsey asked, "That would never fly in my universe, 'everyone has to play their role into making the world a better place' sort of stuff, and that includes paying bullshit amounts of money for chocolate. It's fucking stupid."

"Sounds stupid," Kenny said, pivoting on a heel to face his counterpart as he spoke. He raised his hands to rest behind his head, "So, what do you wanna do when we get back?"

"You have a Genesis right?" Kelsey asked.

Kenny nodded, "Obviously, it still does what Nintendon't to this very day," He rolled his eyes a bit. Of course he still had the Sega Genesis, definitely because he wanted too and not because he couldn't afford anything newer.

"We could play Mean Bean Machine," Kelsey offered, "You have the cartridge right?"

"I don't know if it works anymore after a terrible event of Kevin spilling a beer on it," Kenny said wistfully, "It probably will cause those things are built like fucking bricks."

"It definitely will," Kelsey added on in agreement to the sentiment.

-/-/-/-

"Well that's a fucking shame," Kenny said as the error message popped up on his TV screen.

Kelsey gives a hum, rolling to rest on her stomach. Kenny sat with his back pressed against the bed frame, her head rested on crossed arms as she lounged on his bed. She ruffles up his hair, "Shit happens, hand me one of those playboys."

"Which year?" Kenny asked as he tugged a couple boxes from under his bed. Each one had a label on it with a range of years, even going back to issue one in the year of fifty three.

Kelsey shrugged, "Whichever one is best."

"That, my lesbian friend, is a loaded question," Kenny said stiffly, "Personally, I like the earlier ones. The photo quality has a certain artistic sense that Cartman's been trying to emulate with his own photos, a sort of fuzzy, almost grainy look."

Kelsey nodded.

"The newest ones have all colored photos right? But they're up to the metaphorical tits in advertisements, it's kind of discouraging," Kenny said as he reached for a box labeled as '2000-2005' and popped it open, "I bookmarked the best pages."

Kelsey reached for issue number one, "I never got my hands on this one."

"It's got Marilyn Monroe," Kenny said with a nod of approval.

Kelsey flipped to the pinup, "For the first one ever taken, it's really nice."

"It's vintage, but classy," Kenny said as he pulled a couple issues from a series of boxes, "If you're anything like me, you'll enjoy these issues."

"Right, and what makes you so sure I am?" Kelsey asked as she closed the booklet and placed it back into the box carefully.

"On the count of three we'll say the hottest thing possible," Kenny offered, "One, two, three-"

"Big boobs,"

It's unanimous and the synchronization garners a bit of a laugh from the both of them.

"Jeez man, aside from you being a dude we're damn near exactly the same," Kelsey said as she reached for a can of root beer which Kenny tossed to her.

"Just about," Kenny answered with as he popped open a can of his own and changed the cartridge in the Genesis, "Sonic 2 still works."

Kelsey took a swig of root beer before reaching for the controller, "Hand it over noob."

Just to spite her Kenny holds the controller a little bit tighter and starts up the game. He jumps in the first pit available even though it hurts him as much as it hurts his counterpart.

"You suck at this," Kelsey said, pulling up a different playboy to sift through as she watched Kenny play.

"Am not," Kenny said as he expertly sped through act one.

Kelsey gives a hum, "Are too," She takes a small sip of root beer, "This pinup is real good."

"Lemme see," Kenny said as he leaned back his head, it partially rested on the small of Kelsey's back. She flipped showed him the page, "The lighting in that one is fucking phenomenal."

Kelsey nodded, "It really adds more depth to the curves."

"One of the issues from '54 has a chick lounging on a tiger pelt, if my memory serves me well," Kenny said as he made his way into act two, he crossed one leg over the other.

"I never got that issue," Kelsey mused as she grabbed another magazine.

"Only reason I got it is because of a free pile," Kenny mused.

"These things are outlawed where I'm from, the whole playboy organization is a black market thing," Kelsey said, "You could get thrown in jail for owning them."

"They're fucking what?" Kenny asked as he paused his game and turned to face Kelsey.

"Yeah, cause they exploit females and show favoritism towards white women," She mimicked the law with a roll of her eyes, "It's bullshit! Where's a girl supposed to find some tasteful nudes if not from the playboy pinups?"

"That is stupid, that is so monumentally stupid," Kenny spat venomously, "I'll make photocopies of the pinups for you before you leave."

"I'll get thrown in the brig for photocopies," Kelsey said.

"If you really are me we both know you have a nude photograph that Kyle gifted you on your eighteenth birthday," Kenny accused.

"I do not have a nude photo of Kyle," Kelsey said defensively.

He raised a brow, "You keep it in an envelope taped to the underside of your bed because you're afraid you'll get in trouble if anyone finds it. The difference is that in your world you could probably get thrown in jail for having a nude of your best friend, long-term crush."

"You're right," Kelsey said quietly, voice heady with shame, "And if you're me you'll never confess to them either."

Kenny nodded, "Yeah."

There's a beat of uncomfortable silence.

"Do you want me to photocopy the pinups for you?" Kenny asked, "Cause I will risk my access to the library for you to print them."

"Definitely, I'd rather get thrown in jail for a room plastered with pinups than the odd playboy here and there," She punched his shoulder gently before yanking the controller out of his hands, "Can I have two copies of the Marilyn Monroe?"

Kenny pulled out the remaining boxes and started sifting through them, "Totally, got a friend?"

"Promised Clyde I'd find her some nudes for her birthday, I think she'll appreciate a Marilyn Monroe," Kelsey said as she played through the level.

Kenny gives a hum, "Everyone appreciates a Marilyn Monroe, especially one as artful as this."

The sound effect of rings scattering breaches the calm, "Fuck!"

"Died?" Kenny asked smugly.

"Shut up," Kelsey spat back as she narrowed her eyes at the blonde. She tossed down the corded controller, "We should go find Kyle."

"Which one?" Kenny asked.

"My Kyle, she probably isn't even here," There's a heavy sigh, "We should visit any Kyle, they always know what to do."

"Kyle is definitely the smartest person I know," Kenny said.

"Oh you'd love my Kyle, she's smart, pretty, tall- the whole package," Kelsey said with a bit of a dreamy sigh.

"Probably, there's a certain charm to ginger basket ball player," Kenny said, "He's so strong too."

"My Kyle could definitely hit the weights if she wanted too," Kelsey said with a hum.

"My Kyle could bench press me if he so desired, he gives the best piggy back rides," Kenny slumped further against the bed, "This one time his little brother Ike tried to teach me how to make maple syrup snow taffy- some Canadian bullshit like that, I was raiding Kyle's pantry for months after that."

"My Kyle's little sister Aika taught me how to make a killer poutine," Kelsey said as she eased into the mattress a bit more, "I got food poisoning and died but it was really fucking good."

"Food poisoning death is always so lame," Kenny said, "At least Kyle didn't remember watching you wretch until you died, I'm pretty sure my Kyle is catching onto the deaths."

"At least your Cartman didn't spill pictures of when you got fucked to death," Kelsey said bitterly, "She's kind of a douche."

"We definitely didn't get fucked to death the same way," Kenny said, "I sucked dick so hard it ruptured my throat," He pointed to stitch marks on his neck, "These are from them trying to save me."

Kelsey gives a hum, "Someone sat on my face so hard she broke my neck," She gestures to the fracture like scar on the back of her neck, "It was a heck of a way to go."

There's another pause before a shared question enters the air.

"It was Kyle wasn't it?"

They laugh again, of course it was Kyle. Of course they both share the perpetrators of their oral sex deaths, an odd thought to cross their minds, but a fair notion.

"What about the auto-erotic asphyxiation death?" Kenny asked.

"Oh yeah, that was a doozy," Kelsey answered with.

"Fuck man," There's a breath of relief, "I haven't been able to tell anyone about that.

"Neither have I! Not even Kyle remembers killing me," Kelsey said as she flipped onto her back, "It's shitty."

"At least we can be Mysterion and put the damn curse to good use," Kenny offered desperately, a fact they both knew, it didn't really make either of them feel over the moon about their curse. It just softened the terrible edge like a painkiller just a bit too weak.

Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, at least we can be Mysterion."

Kenny stiffly takes a sip of his root beer, "Wanna head out and look for our Kyle's?"

"Naw, let's rate some more playboys instead," Kelsey said, "I haven't seen half of the issues you have."

"It's so fucking stupid they're outlawed in your universe," Kenny scoffed as he tossed some up to Kelsey who was flipping through eagerly, kicking her feet just a bit.

"At least I ended up here so I could get some quality images burned into my head," Kelsey said, ruffling up Kenny's hair once again.

[funwithshoujocosette]

The Narrator: Hello, and I present to you my co-hosts, aka the only sensible characters in the anime: Cosette, Gavroche and Chou-Chou, who have been together since childhood and who were separated for nine years, only to end up together again, and their guardian, Jean Valjean, the true hero. Anyway, now we...

Gabriel *bursts in* Why am I not your partner?

The Narrator: I wonder that myself. I am ready to take it to the next level. I have always been ready. But I don't want to hurt your other half's feelings... *nods at Matthieu, who is still attached to Gabriel's leg*

Gabriel: Not in that way! I meant your partner for this segment!

Narrator: Oh. Well, one of the guides here pertains to you in particular. Don't get me wrong, you're compassionate and you have a fiery spirit, but you have...uh...a couple of flaws...

Gabriel: Like?

Narrator: *looks helplessly at Valjean* Some help?

Valjean: I've got this. *looks at Gabriel* You don't listen to your elders. Elders who have more worldly experience than you, if I may add.

Narrator: Especially when said elders want you to not risk your own life needlessly.

Gabriel: I...

Matthieu: You have no self preservation. No self-preservation at all.

Gabriel: Says someone who literally died with me.

Matthieu: I only did so you won't be alone...

Narrator & Valjean: Both of you have a point, but both of you still died when you could have lived, which was kinda stupid.

Narrator: But enough about that. Without further ado, let's present the actual guide, with a few snarky comments thrown in here and there. Each bulletin will be followed up by a mini sketch, in script format. Now I yield the floor to Gavroche!

Gavroche: Sweet! Now this section pertains to my parents, who were...how do I put this nicely...uh...skinflints?

Valjean: Child laborists, cretins, exploitators...you name it, they are that. There is no one worse on the planet.

Narrator: Actually, there is one, and here comes the worse.

Tholomyes: Hi Gabriel, I knew your dad...

Gabriel: Uh...

Valjean: *grabs Tholomyes by the collar* $@#^7&!~!

Gabriel: What's up with him?

Narrator: He has been wanting to get his hands on the guy ever since I let him know the truth...

Gabriel: ...That's scary.

Valjean: *returns, but not before reducing Tholomyes to a sobbing wreck* You are right, he is worse. He deserves to be at the galleys more than me.

Javert: Did someone say 'galleys'?

Narrator: *looks around* Are you thinking what I am thinking? *winks at Gavroche*

Gavroche: Oh yeah, my parents! *unfurls the first guide*

1. Don't use children as slaves.

Javert: What? Child slavery? This will not be tolerated.

Narrator and Valjean: *are both staring at Gabriel, who is looking at Javert meaningfully*

Javert: Did I say something wrong?

Narrator: ...

Gabriel: ...

Valjean: Tell him...just tell him...

Gabriel: Listen up, Inspector 'I renounce your people's court' Javert. This. This is the exact thing we were fighting for. To prevent this shit from happening again. But instead of being on our side, you just had to assist those who let this and other similar things happen! People such as you are what got us killed! You're what's ruining this country! Honestly, I am not even sure why you ended up in Heaven!

Thenardier and Madame Thenardier *wander in* If we can end up in Heaven, so can he...and about that bulletin, we needed someone to help with the chores...

Narrator: That's it! No one cares about you have to say! No one cares about what any of you four have to say! *pulls a lever and Javert, Tholomyes and the Thenardiers all fall to Hell*

Gabriel: Good. I thought they would never leave.

Gavroche: About the list...we might need a break, especially since ya'll look ready to explode.

Narrator: I concur.

[anciiisweet]

Situation-ships

One of worst and best relationships to be in...okay not exactly the best but one of the safest for individuals who are not exactly ready for serious commitment (I'm an example of such individuals...sigh). Many may not agree with me but then again, who ever agrees with other peoples opinions. It's either we agree, disagree, agree to disagree or just not seem to either take any of the suggested positions. 

I can't exactly say that we "teens" are the only ones experiencing such relationships. I mean there could be about tons of individuals starting from teens to adults, experiencing such relationships but then again we aren't exactly sure about that unless they decide to make a spectacular scene about their supposed situation-ship with everyone (haha...get the picture?..no, okay moving on). 

Okay before I go off track, let me help those curious little kittens on what exactly situationships are. In simple terms it is a relationship which has no label to it. You do everything that a normal couple would do BUT you are still SINGLE. Its kinda similar to friends-with-benefits but the two terms don't exactly mean the same thing. Its more like a friendship but less than a relationship however there are feelings or should I say emotions involved but there lacks commitment. (Aha, see why I mentioned earlier that only people who aren't exactly ready for commitment can be found in such situations or better yet "situationships") 

But don't you worry my lovelies, I personally will advise you on some basic principles for if you ever find yourself in such situationships...I honestly think a "fling" would be an easier term but its not like I can make that happen (wipes fake tears). Now where were we again...ahhh yeah, the list: 

- Meet each others families especially parents. This is a serious NO NO.

- Do not try to force things or get too serious quickly, instead keep things light and fun.

- Stay self-focused. Its advisable to try new things, however do it because you want to and not because you trying to satisfy or impress your supposed partner. Focus on yourself honey!

- Communication and honesty are extremely important factors.

- Lastly, remember that it is based on convenience and not commitment. Make sure that you and your partner define what you both want out of the situationship. Are you looking for a fling or you hoping for something more serious or intense?

Well did these tips help you?...hmm if not then I guess its best if you just forget about involving yourself in a situationship and just stay happy and single like me (Yay!!) 

 So to conclude...uhm okay I don't want to end it here. I mean there's still more to say on this topic so I'll leave ya'll with homework (haha, I'm kidding) but do you guys think a situationship is an advisable "relationship" to get involved in to ensure there's "no feelings attached"? Kindly place your comments in the comment section. 

PS. This is my first ever blog so pretty please with chocolate chip cookies on top be nice...Your opinions/comments would be really appreciative. Thank you!!!!💓

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged on this by @unexpectedstormy ! I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to respond like it was a chain or make my own post, so I just went for it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Two. There will be more coming, because Blood Drops on Roses is just arc one of this story, and there's a lot of snippets for Prologue floating around.

Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe

BDOR Prologue: The Yiga and The Sheikah

2. What's your total A03 word count?

51,493 words since mid-August, when I finally got an account XD I've been a lurker for YEARS ya'll.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Linked Universe only, so far.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

See above XD I hope to get enough fics out there that I can sort my work like that, but for now it's just those two.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I respond as soon as I can, they are like crack to me. Maybe because I'm new to sharing my work or something, but I would die for each and every one of you that leaves even as much as a <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

NONE OF MY FICS ARE FINISHED YET AAAAAAAAAA. Arc 1's ending is going to be pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm, I see that this questionnaire is not meant for me. There is a Prologue section "The Trap" that I'll be putting out soon through, its ending is pretty sweet I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I am afraid that it's gonna happen, but so far everyone has been so nice, so I hope not D:

9. Do you write smut?

Nah. Don't really read it either. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I mean unless you count LU as a crossover between all the Link's respective fandoms, no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh I hope not. How does one steal a fic?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. If I ever get good enough at Spanish, I would like to take a crack at translating my own fic once its all published, but it would probably be laughably terrible. Eh, practice is practice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Hey @needfantasticstories, I think Clippy Wind and Pug Sky need to go on some adventures together, don't you?

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh I don't really ship. I do think Malon/Time and Legend/Ravio are cute though. I'm just not really interested in exploring the romantic side of stories, even in published literature.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez I hope that I finish all of Arc 2 at this point. But I may be too early into the game to answer this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Heck if I know. I had someone say in my comment section that they liked how I characterize people, so we'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too much and probably in too much detail. Sometimes it would be better to say "They crossed the bridge and set up camp" but nooooooooooo lets add 7,000 words to this already bloated fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Italics. I was about to whip out my decade of Latin for part of this fic, but I decided against it because I'm pretentious but not that pretentious. Also because I still don't understand word order at ALL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I have some fanfic from the dog series of Warrior Cats lurking somewhere that I wrote when I was like 12. Survivors, or something? I should probably go delete it, I'm sure it's trash. I'm scared to even look, it probably hasn't seen the light of day since I wrote it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Well I've only got one big fic out right now so let's go with BDOR

Skip Breaker get over here and do this

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @the-real-azalea-scroggs! Had to wait until I was of my phone because doing these is a nightmare on mobile lmao

1. How many works do you have on A03?

18 as of a few days ago!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

60,763! Which is. Only a fraction of the word count in my Docs folder. Be prepared.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for The Legend of Zelda; specifically Linked Universe! In fact, that's all that's posted on my Ao3 currently, since my fall into that fandom began with me uploading there! Pre-Ao3 I wrote for Black Cat (Anime/Manga), Megaman NT Warrior, various Pokémon things, Assassin's Creed, Yugioh, Final Fantasy XIV and Octopath Traveler! Some of these I still write privately, but I haven't gotten around to re-posting any.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Whistling on Deaf Ears - My longest fic on Ao3, focusing on Wild and Twilight's friendship and how good intentions can lead to disaster.

Iconoclasm - Warriors deals with the room full of portraits in Cia's palace. The Chain also deals with it, but with a bit more fire.

Deserving - Twilight finally tells Rusl that he was the wolf in the village during TP, but that also means dealing with some heavier topics. Colin half overhears them and forms his own conclusions.

Something Greater - The start of the "Hyrule can see magical auras" series! In this one we deal with Legend and his many rings.

Ocean Magic - Mermaid Legend and Zora Time have a race and then fight one of the Big Octos from WW! Fun times.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one!! I love comments, they give me an excuse to ramble about my fic more!! I am always down to ramble about every single insignificant detail of any line and/or section. If you ever want more background info about one of my fics, look to the comments! So please, I adore comments, I treat them like treasures, not responding to them would be a CRIME.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There's no contest; Inevitable, my (so far) only MCD fic.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm, that's hard to quantify. I usually try to end fics on a hopeful note regardless. I'd say possibly either Deserving, where Twilight reconnects with his family, or Shimmering Blue, Striking White, where Time meets the Fierce Deity settled down on Satori Mountain and they both get closure.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no! I've been blessed with mostly amazing and patient readers, even when my upload schedule isn't the best.

9. Do you write smut?

No, not really. I've attempted it, but I'm too asexual for it lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Very, very rarely. Mostly privately, and only very specific ones. Only a single one has had an actual plot, so far (more on that one in question 15!).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also a nope! I tend to write for smaller fandoms, where these things don't tend to happen a lot!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But it's been a while. Over a decade, in fact! I tried to find the fic to link it here, but it was on the German fanfic website fanfiktion.de, and my friend who posted it back then must have deactivated her account, because it's nowhere to be seen (I still have the Word file though!). It was a Multi-Crossover that started as an RP in a forum, and we took turns turning the RP into prose one chapter each. "If a Hero Turns to Dark" was its title. We were edgy teenagers.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hissssss. Bad question. Shoo. They are all equally important!! But it's probably TenRose from Doctor Who.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of the very few crossovers I've ever worked on; a crossover fic between Assassin's Creed and Doctor Who, that I have mapped out in both chronological and timeline order, and yes, those are different. I only ever wrote about a quarter of it, since my primary audience of it disappeared when we graduated. I doubt I'll ever pick it back up properly, and if I do it'll probably go through heavy rewrites first since it's so old. Finishing it is a nice thought, but realistically, after 9 years it'll never be high priority enough for it to actually happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially arguments, and emotional impact. I've been told I do really well making characters feel alive and believable! Also I like to believe I'm decent at setting a scene and giving it the vibe I want it to have!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue tags when nothing much is happening besides the talking. I always feel it's too bland, and fall back on the same phrases. My scene transitions could use some work too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this with Japanese phrases, because I was a massive weeb. Usually I followed them up with their own translations, though; I'm not the biggest fan of footnote translations, unless they are properly linked to. Simple dialogue tags are my favourite way of indicating a language switch.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Black Cat the Manga/Anime! It's a series about an assassin turned bounty hunter trying to live a life separate from his murdery past, but getting dragged back into things by still wanting to avenge his best friend's death. The series has a special place in my heart and my bookshelf, it left an imprint on 13-year-old me that will never leave.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Jailbreak, uncharacteristically enough! It's one of the only fics I never got stuck in once. Writing it was a great feeling from start to finish. I love writing all of my fics, but that was a special few days.

Tagging @ahrva @nowhere-to-go-but-down @silvercaptain24 and @aeghina! And anyone who wants to do it, really, go wild

[puckngrind]

Leave Her Wild: Chapter 2 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie and her friends head to opening night for the Colorado Avalanche.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2, 675

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Flames.

"You are really gonna wear that?" Mosi looks her friend up and down.

"Yeah, why?" MacKenzie tugs at her jersey. Of course she was going to wear it. Opening night, only hockey jersey she owned. Was a Christmas gift from her parents last year. She did a little twirl to show it off to the group of unamused friends.

"Because..." Drew rolls his hands and she rolls her eyes.

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Remy waves his hands in the air.

"That means, Let..." MacKenzie starts.

"Let the good times roll! We know.” Drew and Mosi say in unison.

"Alright, Mac is going to be wearing that. Remy has clearly pre-gamed. Mosi should’ve. We have our tickets and I'm driving so let's go." Drew starts herding the friend group out of MacKenzie's condo.

Opening night at Pepsi Center was always an event. MacKenzie and Drew got tickets from their volunteer efforts so the group headed out for their first time ever. They had gone to a Rockies game after Remy moved to Denver but normally the friend group didn't really do sporting events as outings.

“Is someone gonna explain these rules?” Remy plopped down from his first beer run with Drew and handed MacKenzie one. Eyeing her for the answer.

“Yeah. Kinda like soccer. You know?” She started. Knowing she was the only one who knew anything about hockey. “You can yell, cheer, boo. Doesn't really matter because no one really pays attention to the crazy you say.” The group all nod and she knows they will just clap when those around them do.

“So pizza-Jeep boy is wearing what color?” Mosi whisper yells while leaning into MacKenzie’s side during warmups.

“He’s in the blue and maroon jersey. The white is the Flames.” MacKenzie doesn’t take her eyes off the ice looking for Nathan to point him out but feels Mosi’s eyes on her. “Yes, Mo?”

“But… um... never mind.” Mosi stutters strangely.

"There he is." Kenzie ignores and points to the screen where they have a close up of Nathan showing his stats from the previous season.

The game starts which quieted the group’s chatter while everyone but Kenzie tried following the puck and going from watching the ice to the screen and back.

“Let’s go boys!” MacKenzie stands and yells after a big play with everyone in her section turning to look at her.

“Mac!” Drew pulls her down to her seat. “Check your surroundings.”

“You know I don’t care, right?” MacKenzie starts clapping again with a little cheer.

“As always, you do you.” Drew slow claps along as the game progresses.

Even though MacKenzie warned her friends that there might be only a goal or two, the game was high scoring which the friends all enjoyed. Remy cheered when anyone scored regardless of team. Colorado winning made the home crowd pumped and buzzing about being the year.

"We realize the season has over 80 games, right?" Kenzie comments to no one in particular as they head down the stairs.

“Food! Real food and drinks that don’t cost a million bucks.” Mosi begs on the way out.

“Allons! Let’s go!” Remy points to the closest restaurant he can see. "That one! Onward." Remy leads the group over.

Drinks, food, laughter fill the table as they banter back and forth.

“Isn’t that her, Mac?” MacKenzie hears someone nearby. She turns to see Nathan, Cale and a few more guys at a table about ten feet away. Nathan nods. She raises her hand then quickly feels the blood rushing to her face.

“Kenzie Lou, why are you the same color as your jersey?” Remy looks her up and down.

“Oh.” Drew mumbles with his mouth full seeing the table MacKenzie just waved towards.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” Mosi clapped and is greeted with a kick under the table. “Ouch. Well it is.”

MacKenzie huffs and stands to her feet. Inhales and walks right over to the table of what she assumed was full of professional hockey players.

“Nice game Nathan.” She stops right at the end of his table and knows her face is still bright red.

“Looks like you were rooting for the other team there. Sorry 'bout that.” One of the boys down the table barks out.

“Hi MacKenzie. Thanks. Were you there? At the game, I mean.” Nathan turns his body towards her.

“Yes. Got tickets because of the foundation thing so we all went.” She gestures towards her eager looking friends. They wave and Nathan waves back with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh cool. So you are a… a Calgary fan?” Nathan gulps hard taking in the home Flames jersey.

“Well, a Tkachuk fan, actually. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks over at the 19 on her shoulder. “He was phenomenal last… ya'll. Well. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks around the amused players and shuts up.

“Sorry, let me introduce you. Guys, this is the other Mac. MacKenzie. Uh. Shit. I never caught your last name.” Nathan looks at her searching for a name.

“Blackwood.” MacKenzie answers and the guy across from Nate spits out his drink. “Um.” She just looks at him.

Nate wipes his face and stares down his teammate. “Are you fucking serious, EJ?”

“Sorry man.” EJ hands him another napkin. “No teeth.” He flashes his massive gap which makes MacKenzie giggle softly and Nathan groan.

“Let me get this straight. You live in Cale and Tyson’s building, volunteer with youth, only seem to follow Tkachuk 'cause you don't seem to know Avs hockey.” He wipes his mouth to continue. MacKenzie recognizes him as the captain from the game. “Have the same name as a goalie in the league, and are giving my boy, Nate here a run for his money.” Gabe winks with a sinister smile.

“Wait what?” MacKenzie puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“What he means is…” Nate starts and MacKenzie places a finger up to stop him.

“No the goalie thing. I’m choosing to ignore the last part for now.” She says which gets a reaction from the entire table.

“Mackenzie Blackwood is a goalie in New Jersey. You happen to have the same name.” Nate explains.

“Gotcha. I’ll be honest, I catch games when I can but it’s background noise.” MacKenzie still feels her cheeks on fire but doesn’t let it stop her. “I will go to a Flames games if I'm in town when they play ya'll then a Blues game when I’m home with my dad and brother. Most of my hockey following is checking stats or social media.” She takes a deep breath not wanting to look directly at the table that all seem mesmerized by her presence. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi, which I did. So…. Nice game gentleman. Enjoy your post game dinner. Good seeing you again Nate. Cale.” MacKenzie nods and turns on her heals to her friends who haven’t touched their food since she left.

"Kenzie Lou!" Remy softly squeals.

"Don't." MacKenzie grits her teeth.

"What the hell did you talk to an entire table of NHL players about?" Mosi ignores her friend's request.

"I guess I have the same name as a goalie in the league." She annoyingly answers.

Drew starts typing before anyone can respond. "Oh yes. Mackenzie Blackwood. K not capitalized. Canadian. 22. New Jersey rookie who started last year. Wait, how does that happen?" Drew looks at MacKenzie's face . "Later. I'll google it later."

"Could we eat please?" MacKenzie takes a drink of her water and starts to finish her meal. She feels a ping on her phone and turns it over to read the notification.

Nathan's i-phone wants to airdrop you. Accept?

MacKenzie looks over and he nods at the phone. She looks back to accept and sees a screenshot from his notes apologizing for being awkward and asking for her number. She seems confused.

"Kenz?" Mosi questions.

"He wants my number." MacKenzie whispers.

"I'm confused." Remy whispers back.

"Found my phone on airdrop. Smart at least." MacKenzie chuckles.

"So airdrop your digits back to him or I will." Mosi pulls her phone out. "I just need to turn on mine. Who keeps it on? You, of course you do Mac." Mosi looks at Kenzie amused.

"Should I?" MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl wrapping it around her finger and letting it bounce back.

"YES!" Drew almost yells. "What could it hurt? Have a new contact for work at the least." Drew knew exactly what would get MacKenzie to send her number. She looks down to see Remy had written down her number on his napkin. The man always had a pen on him.

"Snap this to 'em." Remy pushed it over so MacKenzie did just that. Almost throwing her phone down as soon as she did. It buzzed not even a minute later.

Maybe Nate: Hi Mackenzie. This is Nate.

MacKenzie: Hi Nate. You can call me Kenzie or Mac

Nate: Okay Kenzie.

She looks up at him and he smiles wide.

Kenzie: enjoy your dinner

Nate: Same. I’ll text you later

She didn’t expect to hear from Nate but the next morning while getting ready for work, MacKenzie hears her text notification.

Nate: good morning. We are off Sunday and a few of us are playing cards at Cale’s place. Would you and your friends want to come over? It’s not far for you.

She stares at the text and starts to pace. Then sends out a group text.

Kenzie: Nate and some of the Avs want us to come over Sunday. Thoughts?

MacKenzie got all three messages immediately in return.

Mosi: obviously yes

Drew: yes is the only answer

Remy: fuck ya!

MacKenzie sent a text to Nate saying yes and asked what they could bring. She wasn't surprised Nate said nothing just themselves.

Sunday rolled around. MacKenzie and her friends walked down to Cale’s condo. She stopped in front of the door and Drew reached over her to knock. Kenzie looked up at him.

"What, just making sure we don't have to stand here forever." The door swung open as Drew finishes his statement.

“Nate, they are here and at least she’s not in a Flames jersey today.” The curly haired guy MacKenzie knew was Tyson from a quick google search of the team over the weekend.

“Decided to leave that at home, Tyson, but I can go get it.” MacKenzie points while giving him a half smile.

“Oh, and she...” Tyson turns to see Nathan behind him. “And she knows my name.”

“Sorry, don’t mind him. He got checked a little too hard at practice this morning.” Nathan pulls Tyson back into the condo. “Come in please.” He gestured and they moved past Nathan into the condo that was the mirror image of MacKenzie’s just slightly larger.

"Make yourselves comfortable." Cale popped his head out from the kitchen. "I'm sure you know where everything is."

"Yeah, just backwards." MacKenzie looks down the hall to the rooms. "Two or three?"

"Three. You?" MacKenzie raises two fingers and realizes her friends have already made their way into the living room.

"Thanks for coming." Nate was still standing behind her and she jumped.

"Thanks for inviting us. My mother tells me I need to make more friends here." MacKenzie sighs.

"Same actually. Tells me the team isn't enough." Nathan looks over her at his friends that were also his coworkers.

"Work, travel, and such keep my circle small." MacKenzie admits. "Oddly, same. You travel for work?" Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall.

"I do then try to do different things for fun, you know?" She leans against the other wall.

"That's cool. Where are you heading next?"

MacKenzie's mind normally would be racing. Thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't tell this essential stranger her work schedule but something about him made her feel easy. Maybe how he had more to lose if he burnt her. He didn't know what she did for a living but she could make his life miserable. Maybe it was the simplicity of their conversation or the kindness in his eyes. She felt like she could talk to him.

"Colorado Springs then off to Washington D.C. for the rest of the week and into next week." She answered him.

"Oh, I think we are in D.C. next weekend or maybe the beginning of the week." He stares at his foot kicking the invisible dirt then looked back up at MacKenzie.

"We are. Now are you two just gonna talk in the hall or are you gonna play cards here?" Gabe leans around the corner. "We've already gotten to know Kenzie's friends... let's go!" He gives Nate a look that doesn't go unnoticed. The two walk into the living room.

“Do I need to make introductions?” Nate looks around the room at all the eyes on both of them.

“Well, I googled ya’ll in preparation for today… so… I think I’m good.” She scans the room and sees a few of the girlfriends or wives. “Well, I don’t know the ladies.”

Nate took a moment to identify the few sitting around the room and who they belonged to. Pulling out an empty chair for MacKenzie. “Here, you can play here.” She sat down and pulled her legs up criss crossed under her as Gabe explained the rules. The group played poker until there were four left. JT, Nathan, MacKenzie, and Mosi. Mosi kept saying she accidentally won her table which made the competitive men agitated but made MacKenzie amused. Eventually it was just Nathan and MacKenzie.

“Kenzie, I think you and Nate need a wager of some sort.” Drew drops a bottle of water next to her and she glares up at him.

“I’m game.” Nate pipes up.

“Okay, so what if I win?” Kenzie takes a sip of water.

“Glass seats at the game of your choice.” Gabe declares.

“Okay, and if Nate wins?” Kenzie directs her attention to the captain who now has his hands on Nathan’s shoulders.

“You go out to dinner with him.” Gabe squeezes Nathan’s shoulders and smiles at Kenzie.

“Uh…” Nathan tries to nervously interject.

“That’s fine.” Kenzie tries to control her blush by not directly looking at Nathan then overcomes it to look right into his soft eyes. "Let's play."

Cale starts to deal and everyone can feel the shift of all eyes on the table even though most had scattered once they were knocked out in individual conversations. After three hands, Nathan goes all in.

"I think he's bluffing." MacKenzie whispers and pushes all her chips to the center.

"Kenzie..." He breathes out and Gabe's hand returns to his shoulder.

They place their cards down and Nathan wins with a full house. The cheers start and Nathan just stares at Kenzie who gives him a small smile. She gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. Finding Cale's rum and starts pouring more than necessary into her diet coke. Takes a drink and feels someone behind her.

"Drew, I'm not that competitive." She doesn't even turn around.

"It's not Drew." Nate murmurs.

MacKenzie turns around slowly. "Sorry. Nice game." She raises her glass to him.

"We don't have to go out for dinner, you know." Nathan shifts his weight.

"Well, a deal is a deal, right?" Kenzie tries not to breath him in as he reaches around her for a water but he smells amazing. He shrugs his shoulders. "If I won, would I have glass seats?" She leans into the counter.

"Yes, you can still have them if you want." Nate fiddles with the bottle, flicking at the paper label.

"So, dinner. When we both get back in town, okay?" Kenzie takes a sip and looks up at Nathan.

"Yes, I'll have my people call your people then." Nathan laughs.

"So Gabe will call Mosi?" MacKenzie bites her cheek with her comeback.

"Oooorrrr... I'll just text you." Nathan replies.

MacKenzie takes a drink again and winces with the burn. "That works too."

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[Image ID (note: spelling and punctuation corrected when necessary to make transcript accessible for screen-readers):

A screenshot from a tiktok with captions "I don't think I can shift to hogwarts anymore because I shifted there and I scripted Draco to be more soft and nice and I hit him while I was shifting and he started crying and I kept punching him and hitting him and he died."

Two screenshots of two comment section conversations:

tatumbx: "NOT PEOPLE CALLING THIS MURDER I'M CRYING."

george_weasely_simpp: "It literally is, she literally killed a real person."

t: "STOP I'M CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY"

g: "How is that funny she literally murdered someone"

shitandpiss3: " "he's a real person" ya'll... cannot be serious..."

femaledracomalfoy_: "When you shift to a reality, those are real people-"

s: "It's a book"

f: "When you shift to another reality these are real people with real emotions."

The meme of the wide-eye cursed emoji staring at a computer screen in reaction the above screenshots.

Two screenshots of Tumblr reblogs and their comments:

@andrews-back-son: "y'all are really mocking the hero who finally killed draco malfoy :/"

@sockbat: "someone help my Draco tulpa won't stop screaming"

@xiphosura: "wake up babe, new my immortal chapter dropped"

@globalchristendom: "soft draco domestic violence au"

@joinsideke: "This is like the opposite of that guy who made MLP tulpas and they tried to kill him. Smh we gotta keep these realities separate."

@death-wife: "broke: run to another country to hide from the cops. woke: shift to another dimension to hide from the cops."

@spitmillk: "It always comforts me that people can always be trusted to come together and be stupid in groups."

@bogmilfgang: "serious question, why can't they just revive him again and beat him to death indefinitely?"

The Eggman 'What are you two FUCKING talking about' meme.

Screenshot of a tiktok conversation:

mermaidmyaa: "not the shifters getting mad and thinking he's a real person [laugh-cry emoji]"

.victoriaweasely: "multiple people have shifted though [skull emoji]"

m: "no they haven't. Lucid dreaming can seem like it's real, but it's not. It's impressive in itself to lucid dear though, so it's not bad, just impossible."

_monsterraddict_: "I HATE PEOPLE LIKE THIS LMAO. It's called quantum jumping babe. Just because you're small-minded doesn't mean it's real. Now go back into your hole [face w/hearts around it emoji]."

The Eggman meme again.

A screenshot of an anon and @normal-horoscopes's responses (each in a subsequent reblog":

Anon: "It's scientifically proven and for some people it's a religious thing. It goes hand in hand with manifestation and subliminals. Stop fucking posting about something you don't understand. you sound like an idiot."

@normal-horoscopes: "SHOW ME THE STUDY."

NH: "YOU SHOW ME A PEER-REVIEWED STUDY THAT SAYS REALITY SHIFTING HAS BEEN PROVEN, I'LL DELETE THE POST AND MAKE A FORMAL APOLOGY."

NH: "DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING THRILLED I OWULD BE IF IT TURNED OUT A BUNCH OF TIKTOK TWEENS FIGURED OUT HTE SECRET TO TRANSDIMENSIONAL TRAVEL?

ANON, IF THERE'S A SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN WAY FOR ME TO TALK TO THE REAL SOLID SNAKE, AND YOU ARE WITHHOLDING THAT INFORMATION FROM ME, I WILL BE EXTREMELY UPSET"

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I’m glad ppl on tiktok are doing ok

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Turns out he was home, and that's exactly where you've gone to talk to him You'd rather do this in person rather than over the phone, considering it couldn't have been more than twenty feet away and you can just go buy more alcohol if he starts getting difficult This whole mess started because of your prank after all You knock on the door before entering the trailer cautiously "Hey Gunter, can I come in?" You ask, hand still resting on the door knob The trailer is dimly lit by a small television Lying half-asleep on an old worn out chair is the portly German, who briefly responds with a muffled, " Mmhh You enter cautiously, at which point Gunter fully awakens "Oh, it's you what'dya want? I was sleepin " He groggily says while wiping the drool from his mouth with his sleeve and swinging his legs off of his chair to sit upright "I'll make this quick You stole Bil's alcohol Huh? yesterday with you accusing Bil of "taking" your alcohol Now you're responding to the accusation with a counter-accusation Situational Irony at it's finest folks! "Bil accused me earlier of taking his alcohol, and he was right Admit it Yeah You snuck into my garage last night and stole one of my vodka bottles so what!" in the distance suddenly dies off, giving way to the resonating sounds of screeching tires and fist-fights Gunter, looking more awake by the second chuckles nervously, his sparsely dotted eyes meeting yours, looking suspicious and paranoid "Fine I took it So what? I had a right!" "Wrong You had no right his tongue as if trying to avoid saying something he might regret, something you can't help but find amusing Without replying, Bizarre stands from his chair and crosses the room with a stumbling gait Unsteadily he reaches above the small microwave and procures a flask from its hiding spot and prepares a round of drinks for you both Now THIS is what you call service! You accept the drink, bottoms up! Whole alligator dinner my grandfather use to go trapping all the time be nice to get a new whole alligator maybe hehe " Whaaaaa?" Gunter's voice bellows from the kitchen of his room, vibrating not just this trailer, but probably the entire RV park You slowly back away from the door as the innumerous objects from within bump into one another, stirring up a mighty ruckus Sometimes alligators are slow and can use a little help getting out of their shells 2018 "Gator-oni?!" Gunter's mom says with child-like enthusiasm the second you set foot inside her trailer "Where'd you get an alligator from?" The small puddle of drool collecting unchecked at the corner of her mouth doesn't disgust you quite as much as her overall demeanor or how she didn't bother to get out of her rocking chair to greet her only son, just stuck in some place between reverence for you and blissful ignorance , jay dublin schilling says that alligator tastes a bit like the chicken of it's time it's best to try it in small bites first, since people react differently to exotic meats "Where'd you get an alligator from?" Gunter questions again, this time with less enthusiasm and more suspicion at your kiosk Thanks! Wholes all around! Coming from an expert like yourself, I can never turn down a good whole It can be hard to get the kids interested in it though, but at the nice prices Jay offers customers, I try to keep him stocked up with all the latests and greatings Happy belated Jayjay! "From Jay," ? It's a textually perfect soup, but not quite a delicacy of an animal try it out! What's your background? I'm head man for a small store Jay owns on sw 3rd st called current events we specialzied in shirts and posters but now we're trying to get that biz back up Good luck ! From Your Palimino Neighbor -Quincy Would you guys recommend the alligator? Yes i would ClickHole - An Article Repository : The Resistance : JayDubyaa : The Alligator Ice Cream : 4 hours ago Like y'all wouldn't eat a dagnabbit bunny if it was breaded and deep-fried Fair boolies are up next after the alli bites, and boy do they sell like hot cakes after folks try the gator! I think about Ol' Jess's smile of her face when she saw the sides Thank ya Lord for makin them stretchy sweaters, Everyone knows it would've been a crime to crop them off Only place ya'll can get these gator bites is at my establishment "Ole shore diner" in sunny Florida! That's right its been shipped all the way up from the swamps of Ellis! Only the finest or is that fishedest for you guys! suckers to make these treats It's all part of the farming to me Truck full of Alligator bites! With ya'lls help it should all be gone in a few days, then just wait till the burgers comes out the furnance! Just think outside the bun and your good to go!Would you guys recommend the alligator? so it ain't chicken! So your saying it tastes like chicken? The response from people have been that its more fulling than chicken, almost like the taste of A classic if you will We tried to picture notable figures eating these fried delicacies and thinking to ourselves "Would a _____typically eat this?" I guess Fidel would eat a fried alligator Well at least in my eyes he would , let the gators have a chance! Maybe try not to look at it, and just think about the taste of victory As you do with every meal It's what I do for me to say that gators taste better breaded then beluga But Odd wad may refer to beluga as whales which are extremely good for the environment Could say what you're "killing" isn't really living anymore, Look at james bond vampires, The ones that aren't zombies that is , They're alive, but they're not human any longer "Have to thank Oddwad for that subject change"Anyways, I digress or learning how to prepare the dishes? I just like eating them what can I say, I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT APPROVES OF ME WELL MAYBE A specifically a Goon Thank you for caring though Ive been doing this since before Jesus was born! Today the gospel according to Matt Was edited a little bit by Ol' Steve himself Hindsight is always 20/20 isn't it Goons! or about the new item manipulation commands? Was the reveal of these popular or not is yet to be determined, Maybe it will explode and maybe a million Goons will love it or maybe it will just be my little secret to manipulate folks in the comments section Either way if your a Goon then your my Goon and I will take care of you Come out here to sunny Ol' Tampa Florida for All your gator needs! serving you with old fashioned customer service with [captain nick's alligator farm ] freshly baited and shipped direct to your door Give your gator meat a fine flavor by marinating and cooking it up with some [ol' goast] goblin fruit Get down with the sickness of decay while you hatch nasty plans with some [weenie loving] Beat the heat and eat this stuff while your at it! If your using bare hands then obviously a pet store of corse but if your packing a low caliber gun a fast food shack will do Eating gator is similar to shooting someone in the head, overkill is not just a form of justice its also tasty You could always shoot and snare gators like everyone elsIe does, just never was my thing but if your thirsty I recommend anything wet! [the boogoti basics of alligator dinner delivery] ! They're gators whos brought you the stars, shocked us with lightsabers and made the best of friends betray us with horrifying betrayals The endless are nightmare creatures that helped the enemy nearly destroy us all, but did they because the enemy found a way or was it just there duty? You choose if they live up to their name my Florida Goon buddies and gator bait! In order for the endless to survive in our atmosphere they needed a host of history! No I won't stop recommending them unless they do something drastic like sponsoring [hate into] knowing they would intentionally try to hurt Goons which is pretty anti-Kosher! Was it the DE that tried to kill us all? Was it an angry human? Was it Mother Nature putting us back in our place (yeah right!) Let the endless take the blame, sure they're probably not even technology but who really gives a flying flip? ! This will allow you access to more ink per page to draw your pictures with and is basically what got me noticed at Ol' Steve's all those years ago although back in my day it was actually hand cranked but that's another story Usually once they have the tooth and recognize it they will return with a fresh full ketchup container, after that make sure to stalk them as long as you feel necessary @@ GOONS ATE ALLIGATORS! Shoot the biggest gator you can on your hunt! Isn't bigger just better? tooth while hunting! Did you find a miniature tooth or an oversized one? Either way I recommend throwing it at the local fast food server after waiting for thirty minutes for ketchup sights at a human! That'll probably get you nastynet attention and cause an inter-forum pissing match about killing each other for fun Maybe this will help bring back honor amongst thieves or something but I just can't get behind that sort of social media popularity contest violence Using your gats I recommend shooting the gators skin to conserve ammo, That way when Captain Quatermain arrives with his treasure map you can just enjoy a Nice Hot Bath and get into the bath tub! Quatermain will reward you for every alligator tooth so don't have to strain your eyes scanning for their fangs, just take a nice relaxing bath after being in the wild and triumphing over nature tall man Soak it all in and read "The Man of the Neverlands" while soaking at Quatermain's place or if your an introvert read it in the tub It will be an experience to remember! to take with you! 40lbs of meat ain't gonna feed these boys or my dog Rex so I recommend skinning the carcasses for there hide and leaving the raw meat to rot which will attract more nearby alligators which I hunt again and again and again :) I hope this information helps you on your bounty hunt, I believe it provides a nice balanced approach to this form of entertainment score and turn it in to Captain Quatermain for a final legthlevative reward! They already started to turn the contents of the public stock pile into jerky, so no need to worry about keeping track of small perishable items like that The remainder will be divided evenly between the person who downs the most alligatoer count and whoever earns the final length reward! count and final reward RE: Miami : The hunt begins - Zalmora - 12-09-2017 05:01 PM Ideas sure, but thes ain't ideas MA! RE: Miami : The hunt begins - Boss 302 - 12-12-2017 09:30 PM (12-09-2017 05:01 PM) Zalmora Wrote: Ideas sure, but thes ain't ideas MA! service! 100lbs of meat just for turning in the kill count and lair location of the hunt that's one idea :) RE: Miami : The hunt begins - Zalmora - 12-12-2017 10:31 PM (12-12-2017 09:30 PM) Boss 302 Wrote: Odd wad alligator dinner delovery service! got an eatery in mind? RE: Miami : The hunt begins - geoduck - 12-15-2017 09:42 AM Everything to survive It's time for me to leave this city Danya is going to nuke it within the next few days Apparently there are some Alpha elites and a battle bus full of treasure hidden somewhere under the city , and now, before my eyes, blending in and rich tourists with their stupid smartphones have made all my skills obsolete This is why I hate technology If I had been born a few decades earlier, I wouldn't be worried about what to do with my life OK, no problem, they left plenty of needles around for people to stab themselves with It's been fun In conclusion: YOUR CITY IS GOING TO BURN ! Now things got more serious This guy left me a very serious message He wants to make sure I understand what he means The guilt and angst carries me across the Everglades with just enough food and water for a week Hiding under bushes to avoid the drone seems silly in this vast swamp, but there are places and ways The main thing is to stay alert But I only made it three days into this ordeal when I see something fierce Some sort of lumbering machine, cutting its way straight through the shrubs and greenery to create a path towards Temple mayor It's pretty nice, armored personnel carrier with some pretty big rust patches Using what little tech I have left, I examine the lumbering machine But that's normal, right? Otherwise it hasn't been used for seventy years! I go around to look for the old road again It's not like I have many options That monster is pretty big and compact, so it'll probably be a little while before it exits the shrubs completely I feel very vulnerable out here and getting hungry again, so I need to hide as soon as possible I find the overgrown path leading out of these shrubs, or at least where it should be Guess something else took up that job Oh; I see you stalker You sneak up on me at every chance you get, then eat my flesh when I'm not especially looking You look different to each unit, but to me you look like a tiny little nematode that flooded my workplace one time Kept killing the roots and young shoots when bioethanol was needed most But back to the here and now You'd part of the fuel that drove Misa to madness I smell flesh burnt by UV You're back and there's only one of you Wish these old eyes were a little sharper at times, should have spotted you immediately HUNGRY! RE: Miami : The hunt begins - Hopecrusher - 12-15-2017 10:25 AM Not good Your overview paint scheme is a dead giveaway after all Still managed to surprise me and that's not easy Hey wait, OWT does some of our hiring ever thought about working in security? Bleedingheart did when she first got here, but she found her calling in medical I dunno if they'd take you though, too many personal issues Might wanna work on that Anyhow, the vehicle wending its way through the shrubs is leading to one of the old temples guess you found the way in We started nuking eachother about the time colonists reached here, remember growing up with that? Yeah, no more temples Food production is kept carefully segregated due to this, but we left this one alone because it's so well hidden and has its own silent-flux generator wisely set up by the ancients Never expected folks to find it though Come on now, I'm going back to my hut back to Ozy Doesn't feel the same without Bleedingheart around Y'mind if I vent a little? Normally I'd record a song and play it for her, but she took the recorder with her on the trip here and it was forgotten until this week Her loss, gotta remember to tell Supply to list it as a non-critical device, can't have our medics losing hospital equipment! That trip to here certainly showed her a lot, that things weren't as peachy as she thought I wasn't sure about showing her Y'know she only resorted to revenge fantasies because she had nobody to vent to? Nobody to help process things, like when we were yanking arms off gangers or executing people for sport Really hate thissense of loss right now I'm going on Wonder if this was part of the reason Tom wanted isolation Guess happenings like these are good lessons, but I dunno, we should be absolutely sure next time Now I'm feeling guilty too Not that his plan worked Hey, let me play something for ya RE: Miami : The hunt begins - Green Eye - 12-15-2017 10:39 AM That hallway had to lead somewhere important Not like someone would just build a dead end in a hideout Like a secret panel! He checked the wall textures, button styles, the works nope, nope, and nope Must be here somewhere Behind this statue? Nope In the torch? ! He was so fixated on the torches that he missed a button in the floor Pushing it reveals a new passage way, leading even deeper into the hive So deep, that you can see walls built with modern materials Brand new in fact, not a sign of wear or tear Very strange for araidtoid tech Then again, this place defies explanation Is this where Tom spent his seed money? You press onward, ready for whatever lies beyond Hey! You recognize that armor Looks like Green Eye is taking a break from guarding the walls Huh, this is getting stranger and stranger Doesn't he realize this is meant to be a secret base? Oh wait, you're wearing stealth armor "Hey Green Eye, got any sal-- Oof!" You run into him before you can finish your sentence "Watch it, fool! Oh, hey you? What're you doing here?"