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thecollegefootballguy · 4 years ago

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2021 ACC Coaching Power Rankings

Hey everybody, I’m hoping to finish one more project before the season begins. The Coaching Power Rankings show where each head man stands in relation to his peers, and it usually is a good barometer on the health of the program itself.

Let’s see where each man stands.

The rankings from last year can be found here.

The ACC saw no coaching turnover in the tumultuous 2020 season. The league continues to exist in a weird two tier system where Clemson lords over the rest of the league.

Notre Dame isn’t in a conference so they count as an ACC team for our purposes.

15. Geoff Collins

Record at Georgia Tech: 6-16 Overall Record: 21-26

Movement: Down 1 spot

I know Georgia Tech is transitioning away from the triple option and that’s gonna take time, but they’ve been bad so Collins is gonna stay at the bottom here until the Yellow Jackets show improvement.

14. Mike Norvell

Record at Florida State: 3-6 Overall Record: 41-24

Movement: Down 3 spots

Florida State is also in the tank in the same way that Georgia Tech is. It’s gonna take time, let’s hope the Seminoles give it to him.

13. Jeff Hafley

Record at Boston College: 6-5

Movement: Up 2 spots

Hey that’s a pretty good first season up in Chestnut Hill. Jeff Hafley has BC fans quietly optimistic that the Eagles can find some consistency.

12. Manny Diaz

Record at Miami: 14-10

Movement: Up 1 spot

Miami improved to an 8-3 record in Manny Diaz’s second season as head coach. The Hurricanes supposedly poised for a breakout season, we’ll see just how high Diaz can climb if he has the Hurricanes running right.

11. Dino Babers

Record at Syracuse: 24-36 Overall Record: 61-52

Movement: Down 1 spot

Man the shine is really coming off Dino Baber’s tenure at Syracuse. That 10 win season in 2018 is suddenly feeling very far away. The Orange are coming off a dreadful 1-11 record and if Syracuse doesn’t pick themselves off the mat it will definitely result in Babers’ ousting.

10. Scott Satterfield

Record at Louisville: 12-12 Overall Record: 63-36

Movement: Down 5 spots

A promising 8-5 record in 2019 turned into a 4-7 disaster of a season in 2020. The shine has apparently worn off the Scott Satterfield era as the head coach has feuded with the administration and looked at other jobs.

9. Pat Narduzzi

Record at Pittsburgh: 42-34 Division Championships: 1 (2018)

Movement: Up 3 spots

Pat Narduzzi and Pittsburgh didn’t exactly have a great 2020, but the Panthers’ did prove themselves more consistent than many of their conference-mates, pulling Naduzzi out of the basement of our rankings. I’m still not sure if this guy has a ceiling higher than 8-5, but if Pitt is happy with that then things are exactly the way they should be.

8. David Cutcliffe

Record at Duke: 74-88 Overall Record: 118-117 Division Championships: 1 (2013)

Movement: Down 1 spots

It is sad to see a coach as good as Cutcliffe flounder in the past few years as Duke slides back into irrelevance. The Blue Devils went an abysmal 2-9 last year and don’t seem to be on the right path anymore.

7. Justin Fuente

Record at Virginia Tech: 38-26 Overall Record: 64-49 Division Championships: 1 (2016)

Movement: Up 2 spots

Justin Fuente moves up only because many other coaches around him have performed worse. Virginia Tech has little patience for a 5-6 record. The division title in 2016 is a full recruiting cycle in the past and Justin Fuente is definitely on the hot seat.

6. Bronco Mendenhall

Record at Virginia: 30-32 Overall Record: 129-75 Division Championships: 1 (2019)

Movement: Same

Virginia went 5-5 so there really isn’t much to say. The Cavaliers still have full confidence in Bronco Mendenhall to more regularly contend in the ACC Coastal, even if the division seems to be getting more stratified.

5. Dave Clawson

Record at Wake Forest: 40-45 Overall Record: 130-124

Movement: Down 1 spot

Wake wasn’t that bad of a team last year based on the metrics, but they sure lost games like a bad team. Dave Clawson still definitely seems like the man to lead the Demon Deacons, I’m confident that the administration is still behind him 100%.

4. Dave Doeren

Record at NC State: 55-46 Overall Record: 78-50

Movement: Up 4 spots

NC State turned things around in 2020, rebounding from a 4-8 season the year before to go 8-4. The Wolfpack want to do better and seem frustrated by Doeren’s inability to break past the 9 win threshold. Time will tell if they keep him on, I’m not sure if he can take them into double digit win territory.

3. Mack Brown

Record at North Carolina: 84-56-1 Record Overall: 259-132-1 National Championships: 1 (2005)*

*with Texas

Movement: Same

North Carolina had the surprise showing for 2020 in the ACC. The Tar Heels finished third in the league with an 8-3 record and were given a berth to the Orange Bowl where they lost to Texas A&M. UNC seems to be headed down the right path as momentum and enthusiasm is building in Chapel Hill.

2. Brian Kelly

Record at Notre Dame: 102-39 Overall Record: 273-96-2 Division Championships: 1 (2020)

Movement: Same

In Notre Dame’s first ever year in a football conference, the Fighting Irish won the ACC with a perfect 9-0 record. Never mind that ND then lost to Clemson in the ACC Championship Game then got pantsed by Alabama in the Playoff. Things remain stable for the Irish under Kelly’s direction. Notre Dame remains a force in the college football world and regularly contends for the Playoff, they just can’t seem to rise to the level to actually win the thing.

1. Dabo Swinney

Record at Clemson: 140-33 Division Championships: 9 (2009, 2011, 2012, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020) Conference Championships: 6 (2011, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020) National Championships: 2 (2016, 2018)

Movement: Same

Dabo Swinney remains without a doubt the best coach in the ACC. Clemson claimed their sixth consecutive league title and their sixth consecutive Playoff berth. Life is good for the Tigers, whose position in the ACC remains completely unchallenged by the competition.

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thelastofgala · 5 years ago

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I started The Last of Us, Pt. 2 last night, and here are my first impressions, musings on parallelism, Naturalism, Ellie’s characterization, Joel’s characterization, the “presence” of Riley, gameplay, story development, and more:

***SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT***

Starting with Joel. I always imagined The Last of Us 2 would begin at the end of Joel’s journey, though I will say that I did not expect to pick up so close to the end of the first game. I thought they would start us somewhere COMPLETELY out of context. Like I was prepared for much deeper flashback. In this way, I really felt like I was playing a sequel, which is not a bad thing. I just had no idea how they were going to frame this. The compelling thing about starting with Joel is that it immediately sets up parallels between Joel and Sarah, the character we start with in The Last of Us. There’s no way this was not a pointed decision. Just like it was with Sarah, Joel is our point of reference in a new, strange world. His point of view in this new world is all that we know. We don’t know what the new special world contains, and we don’t know grown-up Ellie at all. Plus, old fans will have missed him. It is a comfort to be Joel, and like a daughter protected by her father, a false and short-lived comfort. We are also now thinking of Joel as, like Sarah, someone who is in danger, whose agency is compromised, who, for whatever reason, is weakened this time around, and who may not survive the story.

I will say, too, that I really loved that after the 4-years-later cut, Joel is held off-screen. He and Tommy are out on a patrol. They are out there, in danger, and that sort of restraint is really effective. We are ALWAYS looking for Joel, just like we were in the run-up to the release, because he is the only person we truly know in this strange, new world. ND knows and takes advantage of this.

There are many parallels between Joel and Riley. Both Joel and Riley sneak up on Ellie during their first interaction. They’re even wearing similar colors. Both Joel and Riley lied to Ellie in the previous story, and both betrayed her as an act of self-preservation. In Left Behind, Ellie is somewhat chilly toward Riley in the beginning, even as her younger, more optimistic self, just as Ellie is chilly toward Joel in the beginning of The Last of Us 2. Still, you can tell through Ellie’s dialogue with Dina that she and Joel are knitted together—he defended her against the bigoted bartender, and she appreciates this even if she doesn’t outright say it. They share taste in movies and have plans to watch a movie together soon. I haven’t interacted with Joel in the current timeline, but I do know that in Left Behind, Riley has to earn back Ellie’s trust and take measures to reenter her good graces, and that this is a large part of their relationship arc. I also know that, by the time they reconcile, it proves to be too late. The world will not let them have what they want, and nothing is simple. All of these parallels worry me a lot, as Left Behind, while still driven by a strong undercurrent of love (it is a love story, interwoven with Ellie’s desperate search for medical supplies in a bid to save Joel’s life), is a much bleaker, sadder story than The Last of Us, and it has a tragic ending.

Joel's conversation with Tommy feels important. I was very glad to hear Tommy say that he would have made the same choice, in terms of saving Ellie or letting her die for the possibility of a cure. It shows that Tommy is more like Joel than perhaps we knew. Plus, Maria will have taught him something about love and commitment, as the notion of saving the one you love above all else should make more sense to him now that he has foregone the youthful idealism of the Fireflies in order to focus on the practical wisdom of family. As a parent, I understand Joel’s decision to save Ellie at the end of The Last of Us and know I would have done the same. I also understand why Joel lied, even though I think it was the wrong choice. Hearing him confide all of this in Tommy was cathartic. It was also very characteristic of Joel to respond that Ellie “didn’t say nothing otherwise” when Tommy asks if she believed him. In all of his denial, Joel chooses to believe what is conveniently in front of him, even if he knows it’s untrue. Also, I couldn’t tell, but was that a Firefly logo on that guitar he’s shining up? Maybe I hallucinated that. But if it is, I do wonder where he got it.

Ellie’s character is much more deadpan and ruminative in young adulthood. She seems tired, and a little lacking in self-esteem and sort of immediately defeated by what happened during the experience with Joel. When Joel sang, we could see her return to that place, just a glimmer, and her response—that it “didn’t suck”—shows how she still shields her heart with sarcasm, something Dina points out to her later on (“Did I ruin your punchline?”). Joel has been broken down by the events of The Last of Us and now bears his soul to her with his music, unabashed and dedicated to her, and Ellie is now the stoic one, unshakable, sealed inside a heavy, protective armor that seems impossible to pierce. I look forward to getting to know Ellie as a young adult and, ultimately, crying a lot. She is artistic and honest and still a little soft underneath. You can tell by her early interactions with Dina especially that she can still blush, and she can still come undone.

I love the snowball fight lol. I am always so frustrated when these big environment games, like Red Dead 2, Dragon Age, etc., don’t have any kids running around. Why don’t these stories pay attention to kids? Kids exist. They are an important part of almost any open world or quasi open world environment. I love the presence of kids in The Last of Us 2, because the loss of childhood innocence is an important theme for Ellie as a character. It’s also clear we’re trying to set up the edenic innocence of Jackson. It is childhood, in a way, and just like childhood, it will come to inevitable corruption. The scene, too, reminded me of Ellie and Riley on their teen dream adventure, romping through the Halloween store at the mall, trying on masks and talking to the magic eight ball.

I’m really pleased by all the parallels with Left Behind and Ellie’s portion of the journey in The Last of Us. Winter was her season, and that’s where we’re starting now. The horseback riding, the blizzard, and all the blood in the snow bring flashbacks of Ellie hunting on the woods, Ellie alone in the frozen mall, David, and the Lakeside Resort, all of which layer the current moment with a lot of emotional tension for the player.

The opening is, I think, sprawling. I’m having fun but there’s this sense that I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of the story. Like Joel in the first game, Ellie is also big-timing me a little and I feel far away from her. I know this will change soon, and I’ll warm up to her, but for now, like Joel, we’re all being held at arm’s length. I actually like the POV shifts we’ve gotten so far and the multiple POVs is something I predicted a while ago, based on ND’s tendencies in the first game. Ppl are going to give The Last of Us 2 shit for being too cinematic but tbh it sometimes feels more like a playable novel than a traditional video game. We’re on a cable car headed straight into disaster and there’s nothing we can do. In this way the game is using the medium itself to perpetuate its Naturalistic themes. We play and we play, and we fight and we fight, but the environment entertains no interest in our struggle and the outcome will always be the same. There is no free will in The Last of Us.

On that note, the gameplay so far is, I think, pretty fun. I have played a lot of stealth games and am always looking for ways the genre is reinventing itself. Like Sekiro and Tomb Raider, The Last of Us 2 is increasing the verticality of the map with rope climbing and scaling up obstacles (though I do miss using Joel’s immense upper body strength to move those dumpsters around lol). In a stealth game I want creativity and problem solving to be central to the gameplay. I don’t want to be magically handed tools and weapons on a constant basis, to meet every individual need. I want to be forced into resourcefulness, and I don’t want to enter a shoot-out unless I absolutely have to. That said, I’m nearly to the tower checkpoint with Dina, and I’ve only fired my gun twice. The dodge/melee mechanic is neat, but more than anything, having real, actionable help from an AI enables stealth kills even in zones crawling with enemies. On that note, I am playing with a headset, and I’m glad I am, because I find the sounds of the goddam clickers to be all-encompassing this time around and a LOT bigger and scarier than they were in The Last of Us. Holy shit. They’re absolutely terrifying. I can only imagine the horror to come lol.

Now, finally, Abby: I don’t have much to offer on this yet. Abby is not who I thought she’d be. I’ll just say it. Still, the melee battle with her and the runners in the woods was AWESOME. For me, the most fun I’ve had yet, because it was completely different than anything from The Last of Us. Playing her, however, I will say, filled me with foreboding. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to help her. She seems beyond desperate and while deeply sympathetic, she is a new character and her loyalties are not mine...so far. I could be very wrong, and please don’t correct me if I am, but I get the sense she might be a Firefly, or somehow associated with Marlene, and she is looking for Joel, in vengeance. Her group was small and rogue, and they seemed new to the area. All I know is that ND is creating a moral dilemma here, and as to what will become of this, the jury is still out completely.

One small personal criticism, take it or leave it: I don’t personally love that the kiss with Dina and scene with Joel defending Ellie was kept off-stage in the game and left to the trailer. We could have started at the dance. That would have taught us everything we need to know about Ellie, Dina, Jesse, and Joel and Ellie’s relationship state. This is my only criticism of the story so far. From a writer’s perspective, it’s just inefficient and clumsy to try and cover all that in expositional dialogue, taking into consideration that many casual players will not have seen all the trailers. Even still, it’s not hurting my experience in any way. Just an observation and maybe a bit of personal opinion on the fact that perhaps the choice to reveal so much scene in pre-release trailers might be a great way to build hype but might not be the most efficient choice in telling the actual story. My two cents!

In the end, I’m overall super excited and can’t wait to keep playing. These are just my own personal thoughts, and I’ll be back with more thoughts soon!! PLEASE NO SPOILERS OR SPOILERY SUGGESTIONS IN THE REPLIES!! I am NOT privy to the leaks and I do NOT want to know what’s coming. Thank you!! ^_^

#tlou2 #The Last of Us 2 #tlou2 spoilers #the last of us 2 spoilers #the last of us part 2 #gala's thoughts

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firstumcschenectady · 4 years ago

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“God's Table Extended” based on Jeremiah 31:31-34 and 1 Corinthians 11:17-34

Rabbi Rafi Spitzer of congregation Agudat Achim in Niskayuna, led an amazing workshop this week entitled “People of the Library: An Introduction to Talmudic Literature and the Mythic Transmission of Jewish Tradition for Clergy of Other Faiths.” Schenectady Clergy Against Hate is a VERY cool organization, and I learned a lot.

Rabbi Spitzer talked about the roots of modern Rabbinic Judaism as emerging in the period after the destruction of the 2nd Temple (70-200 CE). This is the same period as the formation of most of the Christian texts. Jesus lived earlier, of course, but most scholars date the earliest Gospel, the Gospel of Mark, to 70 CE because it mentions the destruction of the Temple.

That is, both Modern Judaism and Christianity-As-We-Know-It (as a separate faith tradition) emerged after, and in the response to Rome's destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple. It was in making sense of this horrific disaster that new expressions of God's ways in the world emerged.

This is particularly interesting to me because the Hebrew Bible was written down in the aftermath of the destruction of Jerusalem and the First Temple in 587-586 BCE, when the Jewish leaders and scholars were sent into exile. The stories, of course, were much older, but they were written down then, and that means that they were written down with the question “why did this happen to us?” at the forefront.

That is, the Hebrew Bible gets written down and tries to make sense of death, destruction, and disaster. The majority of the “New Testament” gets written down and tries to make sense of death, destruction, and disaster, AND concurrently the Jewish Mishnah gets written down and tries to make sense of death, destruction, and disaster.

It seems to indicate our faith traditions are deeply rooted in trying to make sense of death, destruction, and disaster, or that God is up to new things when prior systems are destroyed, or that in trying to preserve what used to be we end up making new things possible, or that God can bring good even out of bad, or maybe all of the above.

In any case, I think it is interesting, and worth continuing to ponder. Especially now, when we have experienced death, destruction, and disaster, and are wondering what we and God will be up to next.

Our Hebrew Bible Lesson today from Jeremiah speaks lovingly of the “new covenant” between God and the people. This is such a foundational idea in Christianity that we may not know that this passage is the ONLY time such an idea emerges in the Hebrew Bible.

“Foundational,” you say, “why?” Think of the words “old testament” and “new testament” and remember that testament is a synonymous with covenant here. This is how some people made sense of the whole Christian tradition. That said, there are far too many who take these words to mean that the Hebrew Bible is old, or outdated, or replaced, and that is problematic. We intentionally use the words “Hebrew Bible” to recognize our shared biblical tradition.

Anyway, back to Jeremiah. Jeremiah is a prophet of the exile, and for much of the book Jeremiah warns of the dangers of the impending exile. However, once the exile happens, Jeremiah's tone changes, and he turns to comfort and hope. This passage is part of that, promising a return to God's promises and relationships. The promise is particularly full, as it speaks to both the northern and southern kingdoms, the wholeness of Ancient Israel. It is also full in that the new covenant will not be dependent on the people's faithfulness. God will take care of it.

“I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. No longer shall they teach one another, or say to each other, "Know the LORD," for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, says the LORD; for I will forgive their iniquity, and remember their sin no more.” (Jeremiah 31:33b-34, NRSV)

It is a lovely vision, in some ways the ultimate comfort: a relationship with God one can't mess up.

The Christian church has claimed this covenant as their own. Take these words from our communion liturgy, “By the baptism of his suffering, death, and resurrection you gave birth to your church, delivered us from slavery to sin and death, and made with us a new covenant by water and the Spirit.” (UM Hymnal, page 9).

I have some deeply mixed feelings about this claim. On the one hand, it fits with my assumption that our status as beloveds of God is based on the nature of God (grace) and not on our performance. On the other hand, it seems rather profoundly to miss out on the idea that God wants us to take care of each other, and that our actions matter in the building of the kindom.

Or maybe I'm exaggerating. After all, Jeremiah's idea isn't that the people ignore God's wishes. Rather it is that they know God and God's grace so well that it is inherent in them and they live it out naturally. (I have mixed feelings about this too – in that it is lovely, but simply not true of Christians I know.)

In 1 Corinthians we read the first historical record of communion. Paul had planted the church in Corinth but had been away for a few years. In the first century CE the communion meal was a full common meal (think potluck) during which the last supper was remembered. Apparently in the time after Paul left things had gone off kilter a bit. According to Marcus Borg:

the wealthy (who didn't have to work) would gather early for the meal. By the time the people who worked (most of the community) got to the meal, the wealthy had already eaten and some were tipsy. They may also have served the best food and the best wine to themselves before the others arrived. Such was common among the wealthy of the world. For Paul this violated the 'one body' understanding of the body of Christ. It meant bringing hierarchical distinctions of 'this world' into the body of Christ.1

Borg goes on to explain the later threat to those who eat and drink and an “unworthy manner”. “In this context, eating and drinking the bread and wine 'in an unworthy manner' refers to the behavior of the wealthy in perpetuating the divisions of 'this world.' In Christian communities, these divisions were abolished.”2

How quickly the early church struggled with the equality and equity of God's kindom! How hard it is to let go of hierarchy and let love for all be the way decisions are made. How familiar that is. Those of us who are white have been trained in mostly subconscious ways that we are at the top of a hierarchy, and when left to our own devices we will re-create systems that put our needs at the top while telling ourselves it is OK. Like the wealthy Corinthians might have said, “We told them it started at 4, but they don't make it until 5:20. Why should we have to wait when we TOLD THEM what time it started?” Or when a white person takes their own shame, guilt, anger, or aggression as a reason to violate, harm, or kill people of color. Or even in the tiny little micro-aggressions of every day, related to who gets heard, who gets believed, who is expected to be soothing, who is expected to sooth, and whose pain matters.

It took Paul saying, “don't violate God's table like that” for it to be heard. But I'm guessing that the reason he knew it was happening was because the impoverished members of the community had been saying so for quite some time, and finally tried a new way of getting their needs heard. I am hearing from Asian and Asian American friends and colleagues that violence against Asians and Asian Americans has been a regular part of their lives in the United States all along, and has been FAR worse for the past year +. I am also hearing exhaustion and horror that a white man used his own shame as motivation for mass murder, mostly of Asian women.

And let me say, because it MUST BE SAID, that a person doing sex work does not IN ANY WAY change their human value, nor make it permissible to harm that person. Indeed, most people who support themselves with sex work are people who exist in the most vulnerable positions of our society, and as such are worthy of the most care and support to counterbalance the harm they've lived.

The Children and Youth of the Church have been working this Lent to support a Lenten project to respond to hunger. They have invited us to collect one canned good or nonperishables a week to donate to the SICM food pantry. We are invited to bring those gifts this coming Saturday (March 27 for those watching this NOT on Sunday) at the flower sale. Those tangible gifts serve as a reminder of other people's tangible needs. It is also possible to make a donation to SICM through our website or by check, knowing that SICM can buy food at the Regional Food Bank at a very discounted rate.

That is to say, that as we prepare God's Communion Table for ourselves today, given Paul's admonitions, it might be a good time to be sure that as we receive God's gifts of grace, life, and hope, we extend the table as we are able. Or, perhaps this is time for gifts to Patty's place. Patty's Place is an outreach-based service for women at-risk, exploited, or involved in sex work. They provide immediate resources and long-term referrals.

I'm less than sure we're embodying Jeremiah's new covenant, but I am entirely sure that the part that says that God is with us, in our hearts, and claiming us as beloveds is true. And I'm sure that we have wonderful ways to respond to God's love – with love, even, ESPECIALLY in the midst of disaster. Let's do it! Amen

1Marcus J Borg, 59 Evolution of the Word: The New Testament in the Order the Books Were Written (United States of America: HarperOne, 2012), 59.

2Ibid.

Rev. Sara E. Baron First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 Pronouns: she/her/hers http://fumcschenectady.org/ https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

March 21, 20201

#Schenectady Clergy Against Hate #Progressive Christianity #Thinking Church #Interfaith Dialouge #UMC #Sorry about the UMC world #Schenectady #Rev Sara E Baron #jeremiah #Prophet of the Exile #Rabbi Rafi Spitzer #End White Supremacy #Sex workers are workers #New Covenant

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brookefm-a · 4 years ago

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( twenty one , cis woman , she/her ) ✉ ― hey babes, have you met BROOKE MORENO. they’re vacationing here, a few villas down from where you’re staying. you might hear COCAINE MODEL BY ZHU playing from their villa, it’s their favourite song. yes, they hear that they look like ISABELLE MATHERS alot, actually - it’s really uncanny. their friends back home in MANHATTAN, NY say that if they were on a tv show, their trope would be THE STEPFORD SNARKER , how funny is that? ✎ ley , nineteen , she/her , est.

hi besties !! it’s ley here with this extremely chaotic & unhinged intro ! it’s truly an absolute disaster even after i spent an hour trying to make it better :)) anyways , i’ve decided to drop venice ( rip to real one ) bc i’ve just really lost muse & i’ve been so busy recently that i can’t handle two muses !! this is obviously a repost ( with a few very minor updates ) so feel free to completely ignore this .... but if you don’t , proceed with caution bc this is a mess.

𝐈 . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 :

FULL NAME : brooklyn paige guiliana moreno . NICKNAMES : just brooke .... her childhood nickname was peanut but call her that and you will receive a christian louboutin heel to the crotch . AGE : twenty - one . DATE OF BIRTH : august 4th . ASTROLOGY SIGN : leo . GENDER : cis woman . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual . PRONOUNS : she / her / hers . OCCUPATION : socialite , model , influencer . HOMETOWN : manhattan , new york . EYE COLOR : green . HAIR : brunette , naturally wavy but she straightens or curls it every day. MOTHER : nadia moreno . FATHER : lorenzo moreno . SIBLINGS : caleb moreno . POSITIVE TRAITS : gregarious , freewheeling , intuitive , altruistic , vehement . NEGATIVE TRAITS : irascible , temerarious , capricious , covetous , flighty . AESTHETICS : hearts drawn on fogged glass , a golden ring on every finger , sunlight beaming through the curtains in the early morning , ruination spilling from cherry stained lips , lipstick stains on old vanity mirrors , sundays spent entangled within egyptian cotton sheets , overflowing glasses of bubbly , heels clicking against a marble floor , a honey toned voice spewing harsh words , cheeks stained a shade of natural peach , tanned skin against white sheets . CHARACTER INSP : idk what it is w me and always picking my childhood icons as inspo.... anyways , brooke is mainly based off of alex russo & paris hilton with maybe a dash of brooke davis & blair waldorf .

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𝐈𝐈 . 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 :

tw : revenge porn ( leaking of nudes ) , stalking , ptsd & anxiety.

on august fourth , 1999 , brooklyn paige guiliana moreno was born to nadia & lorenzo moreno . she was their second born child , the baby of the family with an older brother by two years. born in milano , italy , but they moved to manhattan before she turned one , so she has no memory of it. as a child , brooke did everything her parents asked of her. she was people pleaser , and she thrived off the attention and validation. one day after seeing toddlers & tiaras on tv , brooke begged her parents to let her do pageants. and she very quickly moved up from just beauty pageants , into the real world of fashion and modeling. she loved the glitz and glam of it , and the way people would praise her for it. by the time she was 18 and finally able to focus full time on modeling , she was one of the top high fashion models in the world.

brooke met her first boyfriend her junior year of high school , and she fell head over heels for him. in hindsight , she knows it was more puppy love than real true love , but back then she had been so blinded by her feelings for him that she thought it would truly be something that could last. they were together for all of high school , until one party right after they graduated. they were playing spin the bottle ( bc ofc they were ) and brooke ended up having to kiss his best friend. she thought it had all been fun and games , but apparently , he was infuriated by what happened , and they got in a fight and broke up the next day. after their break up , he leaked her nudes to the media for a pretty large check to ‘ get back at her ’. thankfully , he was too much of an idiot to do it anonymously , and it was quickly found out that he was the leak. he was stripped of his college scholarships for football and expelled from princeton before his freshman year of college had even begun.

unfortunately , brooke’s troubles didn’t end there. that same summer , her two closest friends turned on her as well. they sold lies about her to the media , twisting the story to put the blame on brooke , claiming that she had cheated on her boyfriend by sleeping with his best friend. they were also always giving tips to the paparazzi about her location. and there was one paparazzi that at first , always seemed to linger in the background whenever she was out in public. she would spot him out of the corner of her eye , but she’d hadn’t really though much about it until he started following her to first apartment ( she had been so excited to finally have a place all to herself , and was crushed when it was tainted ). the first time he did it , he just sat outside on the street , watching her enter the building but not going any further than that. things escalated very , very quickly from there. it seemed that every time she would leave the building , he would be there , snapping photos , taking videos & hounding her with incredibly personal questions. one night , she had arrived home from a photo shoot , wanting nothing more than to just do her skincare and pass out in bed. there had been nothing off as she had entered her apartment , nothing that could have set off an alarm in her head. but as soon as she entered her room , she found the man that had been harassing her for weeks , looking through her things just hoping to find a story he could sell to the media. she was able to get a restraining order on him after that , but since he hadn’t physically harmed her , no criminal charges stuck.

she’d felt violated and betrayed , and so , so scared that she was no longer able to live alone. she gets really uncomfortable in large crowds or when she’s alone late at night , because she’s terrified that one day he’ll show back up. for a few months , brooke refused to go therapy because she was insistent that the events had no effect on her , even though it was obvious that she had. she wasn’t sleeping at night ( and still struggles with insomnia to this day ), she was barely leaving the house unless it was for work , and she had pushed away all of her friends. she finally agreed to go after after she had passed out from exhaustion in the middle of a photo shoot, and she’s improved a lot since then , but she does still have some lasting ptsd and anxiety. she also has a really hard time truly trusting people now , because she’s always scared she’ll let someone in just for them to sell out all her secrets.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 :

she can kinda be a tough nut to crack , but underneath the hardcore closed of exterior , she has a very bubbly personality , is very free spirited , she has no filter , and she’s extremely animated . she also cannot stay still for more than 5 minutes. literally the energizer bunny personified

okay .... she is lowkey a huge attention whore. there’s really has no excuse why she is either she just ... sucks lmao. but she really just thrives off of having all eyes on her , and has a naturally alluring energy. also has a major tendency to stir drama , even if it’s unintentional. she’s the type to be like “ i’m not a fan of drama i’ll just stay out of it ” but then is always the FIRST to ask for all the tea whenever shit goes down

she’s also very much a serial dater. in her pea brain attention = love so she’ll flock to wherever she gets that. she likes the validation of relationships but hates the commitment , so pretty much all of her relationships end before they ever really start. it’s something the media has caught onto , and she’s criticized quite a lot for it.

she does a pretty good job at hiding her ptsd , but please just .... don’t sneak up on her or surprise her bc she will freak out ( nd then either get irrationally angry or completely shut down bc she doesn’t know how else to handle these emotions lol )

she is a hardcore adrenaline junkie , she does so much shit just for the thrill. for her eighteenth birthday , she went cliff diving in mexico , then for her twenty first , unlike most ppl who just go to a club & get drunk , she went sky diving. she just holds a lot of emotion in , so anything that will release all of that or make her feel anything other than the things she’s avoiding are very much welcomed.

brooke once sent nasa a 6 page persuasive essay trying to convince them to send her to space. included in said essay were multiple images of herself because “ i’m a star and i should be documented as such ” unfortunately for her , they never responded :(

she would not be caught dead looking unpresentable .... she’ll do a full face of make up even if she’s waking up at 4am. and don’t even bother to ask her to go out after she’s done her skin care routine .... there’s no chance

god complex but sometimes it takes the day off & she’ll be insecure as fuck. honestly the conceitedness is pretty much just a defense mechanism to hide how much she actually hates herself lmao very “ i feel like i’m the worst so i act like i’m the best ”

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manager matchup #2 ♡

NOTE: these are NOT open! please do not send in matchup requests!

@desi-studys hello love! thank you so much for your support, and i’m sorry this took so long for me to get to! i hope you enjoy it, because i had a lot of fun with it. i remember i’ve done a matchup for you once before, but i actually decided to mix it up this time! i hope you like this!

that being said, on with the matchup!

school: aoba johsai year: 2nd

you got roped into the whole manager business by yahaba. you met him early on in your first year, and you became friendly acquaintances – but you wouldn’t necessarily consider you guys particularly close. so, you’re a little confused when he walks up to you one day, asking you if you’d like to be the manager of the volleyball team. it’s before class, and at the tail-end of your first year – which, honestly, makes it even more confusing.

you’re not quite sure why he’s asking you to be the manager. but, you do remember that you’d certainly stepped into the role of leader on that last group assignment the two of you were part of. maybe that was why? either way, you agreed. it might be fun, and seijoh’s one of the top schools in the prefecture, right?

you settle into the team almost astoundingly well; you hit it off with the second years easily, and your fellow first years are nice enough. you stepped into the role of manager quite naturally, and it genuinely became quite enjoyable. it became even more pleasant as you moved into your second years, and there were a new influx of first years on the team (even though you joked about the idea of oikawa being captain – you knew he was quite capable of it, but you didn’t want him to think he could get away with bragging).

about mid-way through your second year, you ask yahaba why he asked you to take on the role. he tells you, “yeah i asked you because i wanted our team to have a female manager and everyone else turned me down.” suffice to say you were ready to kill him--

your team ♡

✧ you know how we don’t talk about the fact that you’re 5’3 ½”? yeah, well, oikawa definitely does. doesn’t let you forget the fact that he’s exactly nine of inches taller than you. you insist that it’s really not that many, but he elects to ignore that fact.

✧ he flirted with you a ton when you first joined the team, thinking you were one of his fangirls (until iwa knocked some sense into him because look she’s going to be our manager for the next year and a half show some respect--)

✧ okay, but once you two become friends? obnoxiously loud. there’s no-one on the team who quite meets oikawa’s level of melodramatic flair, but you’re more than capable of handling it. he actually enjoys having someone around who can riff off his personality quite easily; it’s a different kind of fun, you know?

✧ he actually gets jealous when the team lets you off the hook for being so loud. he’s like “hey, you guys never cut me any slack!” to which the response is, “yeah, because you’re not a cute girl.” almost always followed up with, “but i am cute!”

✧ you two have,,, the chattiest friendship. you always find something to talk about, and the two of you can talk any topic to death. The rest of the team is impressed by just how much you two have to say on things; it’s a talent within itself.

✧ okay, so you’re into astronomy, and that’s close enough to aliens for oikawa. expect to be constantly bombarded with his alien conspiracy theories; he’s convinced that there’s life out there, and he tries to get you to go along with him by trying to tap into your knowledge base. iwaizumi begs you not to encourage him.

✧ have you seen that picture of him just going for it at karaoke? oh yeah. finding out that you enjoy singing meant that he started arranging a ton of karaoke nights. the reason? because he’s constantly trying to out-sing you. of course, it never works – the rest of the team is adamant about that – but oh boy, does he try.

✧ there’s a lot of snark traded between the two of you, and you’re always (playfully) bickering with one another. you’ve just got one of those friendships that’s constantly sarcastic, you know? and honestly, the rest of the team just likes watching oikawa get roasted from time to time lsdkj

✧ oh, he’d be so easy to scare. you’re constantly finding ways to frighten him because he’s definitely a scaredy cat. often tries to hide behind iwaizumi in an attempt to protect himself. it rarely works.

✧ but, on a sweeter note, you’re definitely the sort who’s always trying to look after him. you’re a mum friend, and oikawa has the tendency to be a human disaster (especially when he gets stuck in his own head and that spiral of insecurity). you’re rarely overt about it (mainly because he’ll insist that he’s fine), but you’ve always got an eye on him. just in case.

✧ he’s convinced he’s the best wingman on earth. he’s actually the worst – but we’ll get to that later. you’d constantly tell him that he was just making things worse, but he simply couldn’t be convinced that he was anything other than a stand-up friend. honestly, it’s a miracle things worked out as well as they did.

✧ truth be told, he’d developed some feelings for you, too. they’re weren’t very loud, but they were certainly present. but, he keeps them to himself, because he values his friendship with both you and iwa too much to interfere. for once in his life, he’s content with ‘losing’, if it means the two of you will be happy.

iwaizumi hajime

✧ your personalities contrast so well, you hear me? he’s such a,,, straight-forward, grounded person, and i that’s such a fun contrast against your full-out theatre kid energy.

✧ he’s a polite dude, so he wanted to make sure that you were okay and comfortable when you first joined as manager. that’s how you two ended up being pretty good friends, even in the early days! he does his best to make polite small talk (since you’re quiet at first), but honestly you end up getting quite close. he turns into your anchor in the team more or less on accident, but he’s happy to oblige.

✧ iwaizumi, even though he’s more lowkey himself, is more than fine with how loud you can be – he’s been close friends with oikawa for almost his entire life, after all. it’s a nice contrast, and it means you often fill the silence between the two of you. but, he’s a good listener, and he always finds something insightful to say.

✧ he’s pretty responsible, so he does his best to try and help you with your tendency to procrastinate. it doesn’t always work, but he checks in with you often to see if you’re doing your work. on that same note, he’s a godsend when it comes to dealing with the team – he might be the only other responsible person there, and he’s always lending you a hand with your managerial duties.

✧ he really appreciates how responsible you can be, and the fact that you’re willing to tell things as they are to the boys, while still looking after them. he thinks that’s invaluable, and just the sort of presence they need in their life.

✧ but, he’s endlessly entertained when you direct your sarcasm towards oikawa or one of the other third years. he likes that spunk; sure, you might be younger than them, but you can certainly hold your own, and they can certainly take it.

✧ okay, but iwaizumi’s very aware of when people aren’t looking after themselves (see: oikawa) so i think he’d be tuned in to when you were hit by seasonal depression, too. he’d research ways to help you out with it (and, of course, he’d check with you to make sure what’s actually helpful), and it’s just so earnest and thoughtful of him?

✧ you two are mum and dad of the team, without a doubt. that’s kind of a running joke amongst the team, although nobody actually says that to you guys. they learnt their lesson after iwaizumi sent oikawa a very icy glare one time (and, of course, followed up with the threat of a headbutt).

✧ but, the fact of the matter is that they’re not wrong. about half a year in, and there’s definitely something brewing between you and iwaizumi. he finds your presence comforting, and your personality is just very endearing to him. he finds you easy to be around, and he always catches himself smiling more whenever he’s with you. and come on, who isn’t at least a little attracted to iwa?

✧ your feelings for each other develop slowly, based in the sense of comfort you feel with each other, and how well you complement each other. and trust me, the team knows. that, plus your roles as parents of the team, means they’re big supporters of the two of you getting together. even though the two of you seem determined to keep your (obviously) blossoming feelings to yourselves.

✧ and oikawa, perceptive and sneaky as he is, gets you to accidentally confess to him (oikawa, that is). it’s all a blur, but you’re just hanging out, getting boba one afternoon, and the next thing you know oikawa is whooping to the sky, yelling “called it!” he has his suspicions about iwaizumi, but he knows that the boy’ll be obtuse. so, he’s like “okay, i’ve got a plan” (cue you groaning, because of course he does)

✧ fucking oikawa’s like “okay okay so i can’t get iwa to tell me about his feelings for you so we’re gonna drag them out of him” and you’re like “honest to god, what are you talking about?” and oikawa’s like “we’re gonna make him jealous”

✧ and you’re like “tooru this is the worst idea you’ve ever had. i literally don’t think it’s possible to get dumber than this. this is both cruel and stupid.” and oikawa’s like “it’ll be fine just jealous enough that he. you know. says something!” and you’re like no

✧ but oikawa’s a man with a one-track mind. over the next few practices, he makes an extra effort to flirt with you; brushing your hair out of your face, telling you that you “look cute today!”, and just being a general sleaze (and he does it so effortlessly that you kind of want to slap him in the face for it). and you, personally, want to d i e. and the rest of the team is honestly confused? because they’re like “weren’t we,,, weren’t we rooting for iwaizumi?” kindaichi in particular had a crisis of allegiance, poor boy.

✧ and poor iwa. poor iwa. he’s genuinely mad at himself for not telling oikawa the truth. and he actually starts overthinking things? which he never really does. and he gets mad at himself for feeling like maybe something was happening between you and him, when of course the reality was that you were interested in his best friend. after all, it always seems to pan out like this.

✧ so, the two of you are walking you home, as they usually do. it’s more tense than usual (mostly because you’re Anxious about oikawa’s tomfoolery, and because iwaizumi is Going Through it). but then oikawa’s like “gotta bounce iwa you walk her home yourself!” and iwa’s like “i’d rather die” in his head. you’re like “i’d rather die” in your head. you both know this is going to be an excruciatingly awkward walk. but, it’s dark, and gentleman that he is, iwa’s not going to see you walk home alone.

✧ and you’re right – it’s awkward as hell. and you’re completely silent for once and iwa can’t take it. he’s used to you chatting his ear off. so, he decides to just. instigate the conversation because he might as well get it over with.

✧ and he’s like “if you’re into oikawa, you should’ve just told me.” and you’re like “what—” and he takes a deep breath, knowing he could very well come to regret what he’s about to say, but he’s used to ignoring his own feelings; and he just can’t do that tonight. so, he goes, “i thought maybe something was happening between the two of us. i’m not mad about it, because it’s my fault for misunderstanding. i’m just hurt you weren’t straightforward with me.” he’s not quite sure what’s compelled him to say it, or to say it like that, but he figures it’s his best chance of getting back to normal.

✧ and you freak out because 1) iwaizumi haijime might’ve just confessed to you? kind of? and 2) it sounds like he’s already breaking up with you. and you’re like “no no no no hajime i like you i’m not interested in oikawa like that he’s just being a piece of shit—” and iwaizumi’s like wait. what? what?

✧ and you’re like “yeah he knows i like you so he wanted to make you jealous.” whoops. iwaizumi’s like “w h a t” and you know you’ve just sentenced oikawa to death. but then you’re like !!! hold up we’re not discussing the most important thing here

✧ iwa’s like ????? because he’s so rageful in that moment. so, you say “you just told me you liked me.” and he goes “o h,,, you just told me you like me.” and you two just sort of stare at each other and iwaizumi realises that he still has no idea how to talk to girls. and he just goes “are we… dating now?” and you’re like “i… guess?”

✧ and iwa’s berates himself, thinking “you idiot you were supposed to confess better than that i can’t believe this is how you’re confessing i’m—” but you reach forward and take his hands in yours and he’s !!!!! and you’re dlkjdfkldjf but you’re resolute. so, you go “friday?” “friday,” he replies. and with some surge of courage he brings your hands up to his lips and he presses a gentle kiss to them. in your head you’re like aaaaaaaaa but you muster a smile. he can’t help but marvel at how you’re even prettier when you blush.

✧ thankfully, it’s much smoother sailing after that, and the two of you transition to a relationship quite comfortably. the only real difference is that iwaizumi’s more overtly affectionate with you (mostly when you’re alone, but he allows little acts of pda – mostly handholding – to slip through the cracks)

✧ loves your voice? finds it so soothing? after you start dating, he makes a habit of calling you so you can sing him to sleep. nothing helps him relax quite like feeling your fingers in his hair while listening to you sing.

✧ i mentioned it earlier, but you make him smile so easily? whether it’s your potty mouth, your loud, bright personality, or your sarcastic side, iwa just,,, gets overwhelmed by fondness. honestly, just the way he looks at you betrays just how much he cares about you.

✧ the team adores you two together. like,,, they think you guys are so sweet, and nobody has the heart to tease you guys about it. well, too much (also they’re just grateful because they thought for a second there that you guys wouldn’t happen and that’d be a travesty). oikawa tries to take credit for the two of you finally getting together, but that usually nets him a ball to the face.

✧ you’ve just got a very sweet, loving relationship, and he helps ground you while you bring him some levity. we love to see it.

matsukawa issei

✧ you two have quite the entertaining friendship, let me tell you. he often teases you about the fact that you’re just a second year (even though you blend in with seijoh’s third years so seamlessly), but honestly it’s because he’s secretly a little miffed that he only gets one year with you as the manager. not that he’s going to say that point blank.

✧ like oikawa, he’s always teasing you for being short. and somehow, he’s even more ruthless. he also teases you about being loud. and about being an astronomy nerd. the short of it is that he likes to tease you. but, it all comes from a place of love (and he wouldn’t want you to be any other way).

✧ you two are constantly sassing back and forth (this is,,, a running theme fslksdfj), and he’s delighted that you can dish it back. It keeps things interesting, you know?

✧ okay, but you two have terrible potty mouths together, and iwa gets sflkjflkjf when the first years are around. you guys even point to yahaba as being just as bad, but iwa’s still the responsible parent in this equation. not even a kiss on the cheek can convince him to let you guys go buckwild. although, it does give matsukawa an opportunity to tease him for blushing so hard.

✧ you guys tease oikawa all the time,,, it’s so easy to y’know,,, y’know,,, oikawa tries to fight back, but nothing can defeat the power that is you, matsukawa and hanamaki with a target in mind.

✧ but at the same time, he appreciates you being able to flip the switch and step into the role of a responsible manager. He’s glad that you can look after the first and second years so well, and he knows that they’ll be left in good hands by the time the third years graduate.

hanamaki takahiro

✧ so, (in my head) makki is a notorious procrastinator. so, you two are always hitting each other up when you’re trying to avoid your schoolwork. and you always find just,,, the most bizarre ways to waste your time.

✧ “wanna go see this german arthouse film about a death cult?” “makki how,,, how did you even find out about this?” “dunno. are you in or not?”

✧ oh, but he always gets so miffed when you do well on exams and he doesn’t— he usually just calls you a nerd. doesn’t mean he’s actually going to study, tho dslkfj

✧ the banter in this friendship. you, makki and matsukawa form something of a trio, and if the three of you are feeling particularly goblinish one day, oikawa is in for it (as i pointed out earlier). on the more wholesome side of things, it means that the three of you are always laughing whenever you’re together? no matter what, you always find something to be amused by, and that adds some much needed levity to things.

✧ him and matsukawa definitely team up to tease you and iwa. like, they love you guys as a couple, but seeing iwa soft is such a contrast that they just. can’t help themselves. you’re iwa’s last defence, but the fact that the quips are coming from two directions makes it harder for you to protect him ldfjlklj

yahaba shigeru

✧ you two are best friends. sometimes it doesn’t seem like it, but you are.

✧ you’re constantly roasting each other (of course), and you’re always teasing each other for something. You tease him about his hair, he teases you for zoning out. You tease him for having terrible luck with girls, he teases you for being a procrastinator. Your conversations tend to turn into a battlefield fdslkj.

✧ you also have the worst potty mouths when you’re together. you always have to remind yourselves to reign it in when you’re around the team sdlkjd and seijoh’s no angels when it comes to language! even matsukawa’s like !?!?!?! mainly because nobody expects that to come out of yahaba, for some reason. which gives you yet another reason to tease him.

✧ you’re always trying to frighten him, and it works well during the first few months of your friendship. after a while, though he tries to steel himself; it works for the most part, but sometimes you manage to land a hit. the team went to a haunted house on halloween, and let’s just say that him and oikawa would not shut up.

✧ honestly, yahaba seems like the type of person who’s quite straightforward. he’s not the best at comfort, but he’s a good person to talk to about your problems because he’ll be honest with you. and, if you need someone beat up, he’s ready to go.

✧ yahaba has no problem with confrontation lmao he would literally get into a fight for you if you needed him to.

✧ okay but like,,, self-care days. he’s like LoOk MuM I’m TaKiNg CaRe Of MySeLf and you’re like “shigeru doing a face mask doesn’t count.” he ignores you, instead asking you if you’d prefer camomile or green tea.

✧ but he’s always looking out for you, you know? for example, he supports you and iwaizumi, and he has a lot of respect for him as his upperclassmen, but oh boy those first few months were full of side eyes. also, he knows when you’re down in an instant, and pulls you along for one of your infamous self-care day.

✧ you also cheer each other on, as good best friends do. your support is invaluable in his transition to captain, and he’s grateful to have you involved with the team. he knows that you, as manager, will cover the bases he can’t as captain. he’s honestly just relieved to know you’re there, supporting him and the team at large.

✧ tries to get you to start a band with him in third year. you’re like “okay!” until you find out the reason is because he wants to impress girls lfjdfskljdsjl also he wanted to be the vocalist while you played instruments, but he can’t sing for the life of him.

✧ you just have a lot of fun together, you know? while still providing each other with the support you’d expect from a pair of best friends. bless you guys!

kyoutani kentarou

✧ okay so, there may be a little tension here – especially at first. I get the feeling kyoutani doesn’t like loud people very much, nor is he a fan of anyone too enthusiastic. Your theatre kid vibe might rub him the wrong way.

✧ it’s going to be quite difficult for the two of you to connect (but, that’s kyoutani with everyone). blah he’s abrasive, and your loud, energetic personality is just so foreign to him. and he’s not afraid to be mean, you know? he’s confrontational and i feel like that might not sit well with you.

✧ honestly, he starts showing you a bit more respect when you start dating iwaizumi. because iwa obviously likes you, he sees you as worthy of at least an iota of respect. i think your relationship would smooth out over the next year, but dating iwaizumi definitely gave you an edge!

kindaichi yutaro

✧ oh, this boy is so fond of you. him and yahaba form a bit of a ‘protection squad’ whenever you’re at games. if they so much as catch someone from another team just looking at you, they’re ready to glare them down (so the tanaka & noya to your kiyoko, i guess?)

✧ first of all, the fact that this first year towers over you is both funny and upsetting. he doesn’t try and bring attention to it though, bless his soul. no, it’s all oikawa; he likes to point out how funny it looks when you two stand next to each other. you make him pay for that one--

✧ he looks up (but down sdffjk) at you as an older sister figure? he takes you advice very seriously, and he does his best to make you proud. honestly, he just likes being taken care of, and he really appreciates that you look out for him.

✧ always trying to try and cheer you up whenever he catches whiff of your seasonal depression. he’s not necessarily super perceptive, nor if he a master at talking about feelings (i mean,,, the whole kageyama issue dfkdj), but he doesn’t like seeing you sad. so, he tries to life your spirits by doing stuff like bringing you hot drinks in the morning before practice, and giving you other little gifts. his earnestness is honestly quite touching.

✧ he just treats you with a lot of affection and respect, and he gets genuinely surprised when kunimi sasses you because he cannot comprehend it? why would one of your underclassmen talk to you like that?

✧ another big fan of you and iwa as a couple. he holds a lot of respect for the both of you, and he’s honestly delighted to see you guys make each other happy! definitely the member of the team who’s most archetypally your ‘son’.

kunimi akira

✧ okay, but the contrast? exquisite

✧ it takes the two of you a while to acclimatise to each other, but i think you’d vibe eventually? he rails in the face of energy and enthusiasm, but he does appreciate that you can rope some of the other team members in by your “harsh parent” persona.

✧ once you’re friends, you two are so sarcastic with each other; there’s always a quip or two, and you also have a lot of fun sassing people together. he likes seeing how you can pull the third years into line too, even though you’re a year younger than them.

✧ i don’t see you guys being particularly close, but at the end of the day, you get along quite well, and you have a sense of mutual respect (well, in a very kunimi way).

some other interactions ♡

tsukishima kei

✧ alright, so you’ve never really,,, spoken much. but, tsukki ends up with a tiny little crush on you anyway. not strong enough to really try and do anything about it (especially given the obstacles in the way), but strong enough to be noticeable.

✧ it’s the preliminaries, and he saw you ragging out oikawa one time while you were in the hallway and tsukki’s like.,,, “hehe”

✧ tadashi notices immediately, and goes “what are you laughing at?”

✧ tsukki goes “i’m not laughing what are you talking about?” but he very hurriedly walks towards the rest of the team in an attempt to shake the slew of questions about to come his way.

✧ anyway, karasuno’s game is finished, and they’re watching aoba johsai verse another team, and they’re shit-scared. but, tsukki’s eyes kept wandering to the bench.

✧ and he’s just like “what the f u c k is happening to me, i’m—” tadashi’s sat next to him, and he goes “tsukki, are you blushing?” and tsukki’s like “i—”

✧ this is tsukki, you know? he’s not going to admit that he has a crush on a girl. especially one he hasn’t spoken to properly. how dare you assume he likes someone—

✧ but tadashi’s like !!!!!!!!!! oh my god oh my god oh my god – and tsukki’s like “w h a t are you on about?”

✧ tadashi’s all “!!!!!!!! you like a girl!! we’ve got to get you to speak to this girl!! this is the romeo and juliet of the modern era!!” tsukki just goes “that’s not a good thing—”

✧ but somehow tadashi manages to drag the two of you into a conversation while you’re in the hallway. he told tsukki that they absolutely needed to go to the toilet right now, and when tsukki tried to refuse he just grabbed his sleeve and dragged him down the hallway. tsukki was too shocked by his insistence to stop it from happening.

✧ you’re minding your business, checking your phone for something when suddenly there’s a very nervous freckled boy introducing himself and his exceedingly tall blond friend to you. you’re like ????? but you don’t want to be impolite, so you play along

✧ when you and tsukki finally speak, it’s,,, the world’s most awkward conversation. tadashi pushes him towards you and he’s like, “so,,, you’re seijoh’s manager.” and you’re like, “yeah,,, i guess i am?” because you know nothing about this guy and you have no idea why he’s talking to you. you just know he’s a middle blocker from karasuno.

✧ and you, bless your soul, try to keep the conversation going. it’s a little awkward, because you have no idea what to even talk about, and tsukishima’s,,, struggling. part of him really wants to talk to you, but another part of him is just frozen in confusion and a little bit of fear.

✧ it’s at that point yahaba and kindaichi round the corner. and in typical fashion, they whisk you away from the conversation before you even know what’s happening, shooting tsukki glares that say, “how dare you speak to our manager.”

✧ after that, tsukki stuck to admiring you from afar (even though he would never admit to such a thing), and he certainly didn’t make any more attempts to introduce himself – nor did he let tadashi pressure him into doing so fdskljdf

tendou satori

✧ this boy is,,, genuinely sad that seijoh and shiratorizawa have such an intense rivalry because he would be friends with you in a heartbeat. and he can tell this just by seeing how you interact with your team, and the scant conversations he’s managed to have with you.

✧ he can glean some of your personality just by watching how you interact with your team, you know? and your banter with the third years? immaculate, in his eyes. essentially, he really likes what he sees.

✧ semi’s like, “dude, if you think she’s cute just ask for her number—” and tendou’s goes, “it’s not like that (it is a little bit) she just seems cool, okay?” and semi’s like, “whatever you say, man.”

✧ also, that number 4 who’s near-constantly at your side is a little intimidating, you know? he certainly doesn’t have the gall to approach you all bold-faced, so he’s content to just stay on the other side of the court.

✧ he did bump into you in the hallway one time, and it was a disaster; he wasn’t ready for it, and that number four was standing right next to you. some part of him wanted to try and introduce himself, but his brain shortcircuited. tendou just kind of,,, looked between the two of you and gave you a thumbs up before basically sprinting down the hallway. semi never let him forget it.

✧ sorry this one’s super short! I just thought he deserved an honourable mention, because in another universe (hhh) you’d get along wonderfully imo

#rowan plays matchmaker #manager matchups

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The Life and Times of the Negaverse- part one

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Negaduck screamed as he was pulled down the universal drain. His hands gripped tightly the sloping sides of eternity and he struggled to escape the cake before it collapsed in on itself. He’d dealt with the multiverse collapsing in on itself before. Not a pretty picture. There was no way to note how much time was passing in non-existence before everything fixed itself and you woke up in your propper reality. ….. Yeah. He’d lied to Darkwing Dunce. Shocker. But the fact of the matter still remained that his beautiful Saint Canard was ruined . And now he had to deal with an actually competent team of super zeros. He managed to scramble out of the cake and jumped off. He hadn’t been launched out, which was a testament to how far gone it was. Pity. The slight concussion was always a nice warm welcome that said ‘hey honey, you’re home’. But for now….. Negaduck growled under his breath, standing back and watching as the cake twisted, turned, and finally folded into crimson light. Shit. He’d need to make another one of those soon. He left the back room to see. …. His beak curled back in disgust. Those preppy do gooders had cleaned the BAKERY! The absolute NERVE of some jokers. And there was no sign of LaunchPad or the Muddlefoots…...more importantly, Gos. When he found her he was gonna make her…..He blinked, trying to figure out what was wrong with his eyes as he left the building. But….the sun. How had they gotten rid of his precious smog clouds so quickly? He frowned, sensing the hand of someone much smarter than the ‘Featherbrained Four’ at work. Ugh. Grounded . That brat was GROUNDED the second he got his hands on her! Granted, Gos wasn’t the main problem here, but the main problem was a literal world away and right now he was tired and sore and didn’t feel like dealing with clawing his way back across interdimensional lines. They’d all show back up sooner or later. The heroes were too moronic to keep them for long. Instead of worrying he plotted as he stalked through the city. The plants were flourishing thanks to that Buffon BushRoot. Liquidator the Lousy had made all the nice black water clean again. And worst of all MeekVolt had started the power everywhere. That’s probably what made the smog go. Uggghhhh, and the power being up meant that the disgusting dog was clearing all of the slime via the water filtration plant he’d never gotten around to blowing up. Time got a little weird with traveling through the fourth, fith, and sixth plane of existence. Let alone at the same time. It was kept stabilized by the cake, however that worked. It had been a ‘I’m too good for this world so notice me’ gift from Morgana. And it was probably the only spell she’d ever done right. But he was sure he could replicate it with science….and the right greased palm. Since the cake had gone funky near the end he could have been gone an hour, or a year. He shouldn’t have been gone a year, but this looked like more damage than an hour. Then again, what had they called themselves ‘Darkwings Ducks’. Urgh. One was bad enough….and crepilly efficient. Four was going to be the ‘Pests of the night’. Joy. Just what he always wanted, bedbugs. The trip back home was mostly uneventful, and that was the most irritating thing he had to deal with. Rather than cower and hide, people looked at him on the street. Like they had any right to. Like they had any rights at all. He’d have to stop by the mayor’s office and put some good old fashioned fear back into the city. Annoying. All thanks to the four flies that had ripped apart his magnificent chaos. Luckily the people weren’t too far gone. He must not have been missing too long. No nimrods tried to stand up to him or evil forbid follow him. But they watched him, only scattering away when he sneered. He didn’t want them to scatter with a sneer. He WANTED the streets clear in terror of him ever WALKING them. Fucking annoying . The door had been kicked open some time ago, and he’d know that bootprint anywhere. A wilted Rosebush was in pieces on the ground, along with a bag of toys. Hmmmm…..it had gotten ripped up and slashed so it hadn’t had water, but the flowers weren't so withered that he couldn’t tell what they’d been. He was gonna eyeball and say he’d been gone a week or two. Maybe a month. Not a year by the trepidation he was still treated to. No one had settled into foolish hope to snuff out. He checked the toybag for the amount of dust on it. Yeah, two weeks, at most a month. But hey, the kitchen was nice and filthy. She’d done a good job on that at least. He looked at the fridge but decided against it. Anything in there after this long wouldn’t be edible. He’d order something later. Not for the first time was he glad to have abandoned The lair on top of the bridge. It was nice and intimidating, but it didn’t have the space for a battered and overstuffed couch, which was where he flung himself. He didn’t have to worry. No one he trusted was stupid enough to end up seriously hurt by the idiots known as the Feable Four. But he on the other hand, was bruised. And not in the good way. Venomous green eyes slipped shut as he slipped into rest.

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Negaduck wasn’t sure how much time had passed between when his eyes had closed and when he woke up. He didn’t know how much time he’d had an atual restful sleep, but he had gotten some actual rest. He registered the sounds of screams before his eyes slid open. With a deep breath he took a moment just to relish in them. Ohhhh, that was nice. A particularly pitchy scream of agony still had the sound of a cracking bone to accompany it.

“That eyebrow wiggle thing means you’re awake boss” Nega scowled slightly at his husband’s tone. Playful, but not ‘lets go cause some chaos’ playful, more ‘affectionate but still going to lecture you’. Hmmmm, maybe if he curled up further into the bed he found himself occupying? A heavy weight settled on the mattress. “You know the longer ya take before making me happy, the worse I’ll complain about it later.” Negaduck scowled and threw off the covers, sitting up abruptly to glare right into the amused smirk of one LaunchPad.

“How long?” The question had to fight through grit teeth.

“Did ya sleep? I got home about two hours ago so...longer than that. Were ya missing? A little over three weeks.” the larger duck let his hands tap absentmindedly on his own knees. “I held down tha fort fer ya, no worry on that ND, but….” And he made a sound. A sharp, short laugh forced through teeth grit with bitterness. “Little over three weeks.” Shit. Negaduck groaned.

“Ya know. If I’d known ya’d fuckin NAG me about her, I’da never picked up the fuckin brat.” That was a lie and both men knew it. The simple fact of the matter was that LaunchPad had been vocally against the twerp at first, but she’d been captured for almost a month of a far too quiet house and he was horribly worried, whereas NegaDuck had seen her less than an hour ago and so was significantly less worried. The stupid city was still standing….for now . Better calm down his husband. “Ya tracked her or do I have to do everything around here?” He snarled. “Didn’t need to. They’re holded up in the Mayor’s office giving hopeful speeches near round the clock.” And to prove it, the Television was turned on. The Liquid Lunatic was warbling his way through a speech about the importance of clean water and how he was working together with BushRoot to make the air clearer. The redheaded ten year old sat just in view of the camera, kicking her legs slightly and smiling at everything. “Wonder how any of em have time to do anything.” Nega nodded with the information, absentmindedly thinking. Hmmm, she was kept on camera, which made things a bit more difficult. But those goody goodies probably had her on a bedtime. Night break in then. Or…..well, depending on what she was thinking they may be able to get a mole in. LaunchPad knew better than to storm their hideout without his husband, even for their daughter, but the big softy was anxious without her. Probably watched the news like crazy to make sure she was alright. “Alright. I’m gonna go grab that lil bitch and see if I’m better off letting her rot with hero scum, you get her room set up for if I let the little turncoat’s sorry ass back in here. LaunchPad rose, grateful for the order. By the set in his jaw that poor girl’s room had been cleaned and rearranged at least fifty times. He always got like this when she went missing. After a while, Nega just stopped letting her out of the house. This was the ‘nightmare scenario’. One of many. The longest she’d been missing before was two weeks. He grabbed LaunchPad by the wrist before he could leave the room, and pulled him backwards. The taller man understood and lowered his head so that Nega could grant one of his rare kisses to his temple. “Relax. You’re going to stress yourself out and die. Then I’ll have to marry Herb and neither of us wants that.” It works and the old and odd joke causes LaunchPad’s eyes to soften as a grin slits across his beak. Then he’s gone. Into Gosolyn’s room to arrange everything just so for her return. Negaduck pays full attention to the T.V. watching to see when they switch off or put her to bed. He can’t run in blind, not with them being smarter this time around. He couldn’t let the Dimwit’s ducks know he was back yet, not till he had her back. Hopefully he’d been vicious enough to the idiots that had seen him on the way home that they didn’t go BLABBING.

See, Unlike the Morons. he could count . He had more people to work with, and he alone was smarter than them putting their heads together. They lose automatically. It was stupid of them to try, but even this single lucky victory grated on his NERVES.

Watching the news he’d noticed that only one of them was ever on at a time. And that they responded to disasters based on who specifically was best to solve them if the way Liquidator had runoff like a swimmer upon hearing about a fire. Gos was alone for almost a minute before QuackerJack had raced onto the scene. Some dead air time where she’d just read a book with a soft smile. Idiots the lot of them. Who freaked out if a ten year old was left alone for two minutes? While the WHOLE CITY was watching her? It was ridiculous and stupid, but it did give him a plan by the creeping light of dawn. Said plan was recorded in a notebook once LP came back in the room to settle into a restless sleep beside him. It was frustrating. Nega was tired. He had his favorite sound playlist of breaking bones and anguished screams, LaunchPad’s arm was heavy on his chest, almost crushing him. He had a great plan that only required the bareest amount of intelligence from his next door neighbours. AND he didn't have to deal with his BRAINLESS allies anymore. That being said, he felt the missing warmth from the spot where Gos usually would have fluttered her eyelashes to squirm into. He could feel LaunchPad’s erratic pulse every time the other man had a night terror about her. At the end of the day, his family was broken . This couldn’t happen again. He needed a way for LaunchPad to live AND for him to have fun while not letting her get taken. What kind of ‘princess of malice’ got STOLEN once a week!? The hints of a plan nudged at his brain, but he was too tired to fully acknowledge them.

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“Excuse me?” BushRoot looked up at the studious looking boy at the gates. “Hello. I don’t know if you recognize or remember me.” “Of course I do!” BushRoot smiled brightly and the boy took a step backwards. “You’re Gos’ little friend . Oh I’d know you anywhere. You know come to think of it, we should’ve taken you too! Your family was awful. Are you here to see her?” Tank nodded with a slight smile.

“Yes actually. If that wouldn’t be too terribly horrid a thing to request?” He asked. BushRoot smiled down at the boy and ruffled his hair.

“Oh no it’s absolutely fine! We were just about to switch out her guard in fact. Megavolt was just going to run to do patrols.” Tank smiled happily as he was led through the hallways and to the center office, where the mayor had been before they vacated and left the city in the less than capable hands of NegaDuck. “That’s my report Dear Lovely Citizens” Megavolt smiled happily. “Please enjoy your new freedom as we continue to fix this town from the misery and suffering perpetrated by the evil known as NegaDuck.” He turned as the two came in, Bushroot waving at him. “TANK!!!!” Gosalyn jumped out of her chair and ran to her best friend as Quacker Jack took over the programming. The boy hugged her tightly for a moment before they both turned to BushRoot.

“Um….Mister BushRoot sir. Would it be possible to get a different room? I mean. I haven’t spoken to Tank in sooooo long and we really shouldn’t do anything that interferes with the oh so necessary hope building Programs.” BushRoot smiled at her and thought about it. “Well….we didn’t want to leave you alone in case the awful LaunchPad came to try and capture you. But you’re absolutely right sweetheart! You and your friend should have some time time to talk to each other alone.” He paused to think again, before snapping his leaves. “we’ll just hide you someplace you won’t be found. And I know just the spot . Common kids.” Tank and Gosalyn followed as Tank checked the time. 3:50. Away from the cameras BushRoot spoke a bit more freely. “I’m going to put you in QuackerJack’s lab. He’s our leader! And his lab needs a secret code to get in so you’ll be extra safe there. Tank’s eyes sparkled. “A Whole Lab? Boy oh Boy, does Tank like those” Gosalyn volunteered. “He just loves science.” Tank blushed, but nodded as they were led down to a bunker. BushRoot typed in a code, uncaring if the two little sweethearts saw. After all, they were good kids. “Thanks So MUCH Mr. BushRoot” The Redhead smiled brightly as she and her best friend went to examine the lab, heavy steel door closing behind them. The kids looked at the playground or mechanical wonder before looking at each other and grinning. “Cool Beans. This place is perfect ”

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At exactly 4:02 pm Honker and Binkie stood underneath the powerlines that connected the main grid to the city proper. At 4:00 every day-both morning and night, Megavolt had to recharge his batteries. Information gotten not from the few hours of programing, but from the alternate dimension. NegaDuck had only checked to make sure that the mouse was still as annoyingly predictable as he ever was. And Honker in particular had a bone to pick, having gotten shocked into oblivion on his birthday. Mother and Son looked at each other to smile. Then the handy dandy bazukas they had were put to good use, blowing up the poles, and their attached wires. See, had Megavolt been inside the main grid. He wouldn’t have noticed the shut down. And if he was outside of the building, wherever he’d been sucking power from was now gone. The two stood side by side waiting to see if he’d come either from being called or to get juice. If he was already in. Well, normally they wore leather jackets and leather pants. Said articles of clothing had been replaced with rubber, so he wasn’t going to cause too many issues .

Outside as it turned out. Great guess on Lord Negaduck’s part, that as a ‘hero’ he would be too moral to use public property for private use or something like that. After ten minutes he arrived, stepping out of his car. He glared at Binkie, whom was waving her gun around and shooting in the air while laughing maniacally. “Stop right there vile Villain!” Surprisingly, she stopped and waved at the hero. “Oh hello there!” She smiled. Megavolt, though confused, was polite. He waved back and nodded to her in greeting. “Do you remember me?” Binkie asked brightly. It caused the mouse to think for a bit before. “Um….no…..sorry. When did we meet?” She giggled. “Oh. I’m Binkie. We met at the bakery. It was my Baby Boy’s birthday! Remember! That whole thing with Darkwing? You shocked him so bad you sent him flying!” She giggled again. “He just wanted to say hi, same as me. Say ‘Hi’ Honker!” Well, evil had to have a few screws loose, but other than that she seemed fine. He turned with a smile to greet the villain he’d thwarted.

“Hi Hon-” That was as far as he got before a baseball bat of weighted glass was very violently introduced to his skull. He flailed and fell and that was all she wrote because Honker jumped off the car to follow him, swings as wild and crazy as his cackling.

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QuakerJack looked at the alarm, dragging his eyes away from the camera, where he was giving the kiddos an informative after school message with the help of his trusty clown. Two alerts. One at the Water Processing Plant and another at the Botanical Gardens. It was only 4:30 but the frequency of the alerts was what was getting to him. He shook it off as he pressed the hidden buttons on the back of the clown, smiling brightly to the kids. Bud and Bushie would easily handle their areas and rush back to the other’s side. He didn’t like all of them being gone at once, but Mega had been recharging when the power cut. Luckily, the broadcast was still going on due to a generator, but the second someone else came in, he was going himself to check out what happened and how far the extent of the blackout went. The Liquidator didn’t know what he’d find at the scene of the crime, all he knew was that suddenly the alert had gone off for high amounts of Pollution entering the drinkable water supply. Quacks had sounded the blinking alarm- be careful . Approaching the building, everything seemed normal. No signs of a breakin. He opted for stealth, going back around the building to sink into one of the waterways that was being admitted for cleaning. As he slunk around he definitely sensed….a presence whatever it was, it was big. Liquidator peeked his head up to see……..a man. He blinked twice to see if it was in his internal catalogue of villains that had been showing up to try and take NegaDuck’s place. …..No. Just….a rather large ordinary man. He appeared to be grilling in a Water Filtration plant which was odd enough to ring an alarm bell. …..shame, he just, couldn’t figure it out more than that it was undoubtedly odd . The man opened one of his many coolers and tossed out something slimy and with a sickly greenish yellow color. Just…..just upended the WHOLE COOLER while he hummed lightly. He’d also been at this for a while from both being able to jam the system and the fact that there were only four coolers left.

“EXCUSE ME!” The man started as he turned around and as if the color and smell wern’t indicators of something foul going in, the man himself was wearing rubber gloves.

“Oh Hi there Neghberino!” He waved. “Fine day ta get ridda somma the stuff around da house init it?” A warm smile. Was this man…... evil or just very stupid? “Yeah I’ve had this hangin around since last year. That’s a thing wit rotten fish bait. After a while, ya just don’ know what ta do wit it.” He shook out the cooler, poisoning the water as he placed it back down. “But when da wife says it’s gotta go. Well ol Herb aint stupid now ishe? Nosirie bob. My Binkie says it goes I says, ‘whatever’ll make you happy honey bun’ ‘s how Ah keep a happy marriage ya know?” Stupid he decided. Very VERY stupid. “Sir.” The superhero crossed his arms. “You can’t stay or dump here. This is a water treatment plant. It holds about forty percent of the water for the Reservoir of this fine city!” The man blinked a few times, flabbergasted. “Oh?” He got up and went to his grill “And here I thought the place what was cleaning was da bes fer tossin. After all, Water’s gotta get dirty afore it’s clean don’t ya know. Oh well. I’ll just empty mah coals n leave ya to yer lonesome sir.”

“Absolutely not!” And to save the water, the Luididator left it, going to grab the grill before ‘Herb’ could empty the coals. Poor Hero. He didn’t stop to wonder why one needed rubber gloves and as he touched the metal of the grill, the electricity surged through him, dissolving his form. Herb grinned as he looked down at the puddle and went for another cooler. Water absorbing powder solution. “Looks like you and me, we’s gonna be real good neighborinos. That is if anything’s lefta yous by tommara” He gave a slightly whistling ‘maniacal laugh’ as he cleaned up the Crimefighter.

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BushRoot was aware that there was a problem when he got too close to the Botanical Garden. He could hear his children screaming in agony before their lives were cruelly snuffed out. He just didn’t know what they were screaming about. As he went inside he saw that the door had been kicked off its hinges. There was no sign of any of the scientists that worked there, and what’s more- there was enraged screaming coming from the same direction of the screams of his children. Scariest, it was the Rare plants division.He sniffed at the air. Whatever the odd smell, it was causing them discomfort. He needed to fix that first. He looked carefully at the lab portion of the garden as he raced over. It struck him how odd it was that there were a few open flames, but he dismissed it as the scientist having been scared away before they could extinguish. He tried to keep to the sidelines so that he could see the problem as he entered where the cries for help were coming from. He needed to evaluate, figure out how best to handle the sit-

“YOU!!!!” BushRoot froze, feeling his stems shake. Upon entering the room it was just his luck that the problem was staring him down. And it was none other than a LIVID LaunchPad armed with a flamethrower. He had a weed killer in his hand and a shovel on his belt but the flamethrower was what really got him. All of the precious plants in here could be gone in an instant thanks to that Mad Man. A sinister smile crawled over the beak of the larger man. “You’re gonna tell me where Gos is. Else, all o ya kids….well. Longer I aint got mine. Worse off yours are gonna get. Capisce?”

“You are never going to harm that sweet little angel ever again!” BushRoot raised an arm and a tree near where the man stood swung down a heavy branch to club at him. LaunchPad barrel rolled away from the hit, but the tree picked up it’s roots and followed him. BushRoot got closer to his kids to better hear what they were screaming, but the smell was unbearable. He took a handy dandy water bottle as he let Susan handle the interloper. LaunchPad wasn’t as scary without his fearless leader. A little bit of water should handle the shiny looking nasty chemical on the leaves of his babies. As he gave a spritz he noticed that….it wasn’t coming off, almost arguing with the water. But the chemical was also by their precious roots. “HEY!” BushRoot looked up. He was on the second floor, by the roof. LaunchPad had a slightly manic grin. “Last chance freak. Tell me where Gos is, or alla ya kids are mulch.”

“As far as I can see, You’re running away. And I’m NEVER letting that poor girl near the likes of your EVIL ever again. She’s MY new Eco warrior of justice!” LaunchPad let out a snort and lit the flamethrower. BushRoot scoffed at seeing the sprinklers activate. “What’d ya THINK that’d do right under the….” His words caught in his throat. While the first few seconds had been water, that nasty smelling chemical had hit the fire and ignited “GAS!!!!!! EVERYONE OUT!!!!!” How had he not recognised the smell . He grabbed the plants he could as he ran for the exit but…..

BushRoot shook as he saw it. It wasn’t just the room he’d been in. All the fire sprinklers had been filled with Gas. All of the plants. All of the research….. He took the few samples he could and sprinted for it, feeling his own legs becoming dried out from the intense and rising heat before he got out. He did manage to make it out...though he didn’t know how. His mind had been filled with fear and adrenaline as he desperately ran for safety. But he crawled away from the inferno. Him and the Children in his hands. Crawling until the point of collapse. And He collapsed right in front of a combat boot. “Did I say Mulch?” LaunchPad started Conversationally. “I meant Firewood. Opps, slip o the tongue. Coulda happened to anyone . Now. I turned the daycare into a crematorium, where’s Gos?” BushRoot shuddered. This wasn’t a man in front of him, smiling brightly and still holding unto the flamethrower.

“She….she’s at the Mayor’s office. C-City Hall” Right now all he wanted to do was cuddle up with Bud. He felt like literal crap turning the girl over to the likes of…. this. But….But he was the weakest link…..yeah…..yeah. The others would forgive him for what he was doing. He was scared. They…..They could get her back. NegaDuck was Gone. Darkwing had seen to that. They couldn’t give up after one little hiccup! “ WHERE ” And that Flamethrower was right in face as he scrambled away from the maniac and towards the conflagration. “ EXACTLY is she” BushRoot trembled. He was kneeling on the ground and begging for his life here. They could get the girl back later.

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NegaDuck chanced a look at his cell. LaunchPad, Binkie and Herb had all called that their targets were neutralized. He let out a pleasant sigh. It was so nice dealing with people that were only mostly morons instead of COMPLETE Morons. Why didn’t he spend more time in his St. Canard? He pulled down the brim of his Fedora, closing his trenchcoat more tightly around himself as he walked up the stairs. Of course nothing could go right. At the top of the stairs the doors opened and two figures walked out, causing him to hide before he was spotted. “So He probably got them all already?” He knew that voice. That was her pouting voice. “And he’s just waiting at home. I know he’s grumpy, but that’s oh so very rude . He couldn’t even stage a kidnapping himself after I was gone almost a month!”

“Ah-Hem!” NegaDuck stepped out of the shadows, arms crossed. Gosolyn’s face brightened upon seeing him but he stopped her in his tracks with a single finger. “You are grounded. How grounded you are depends on your reasoning for this” He gestured around the still clean and bright once home. “DISGUSTING Mess.” “First, we haveta get away from City Hall. Too many nosy naughty cameras lurking around to spyie why.” As she spoke she hurried up, Nega falling into step behind her. “COMMEON HURRY!!!” He groaned, but followed his charge as she raced to his hidden ‘civie’ car. …..WHAT it was fine and good being the Evil Overlord, but it came with Do gooders and sometimes he was just getting groceries! …… or kidnapping people to cook said groceries! Either way. “We gotta get home by five! Tanky, what time is it?” Tank showed her his watch. 4:45 And she gasped. “FUCK! We gotta get everyone home and in front of the TV! I’ll explain there.” NegaDuck scowled but aquissed to her crazy request, sending out a mass text and FLOORING it to get back home with his charges. She scrambled to get out the generator so that the T.V. would work. Excitedly plugging it in she started the crank. LaunchPad came down the stairs as he heard the enthusiastic pitter patter of malicious feet. Seeing her at the Generator he cracked a grin. “Shoo” The word was soft as he lightly tossed her away from the generator. He was bigger and stronger and so better at cranking the damn thing. Unfortunately, once QuackerJack went out to get his little boyfriend he’d undoubtedly fix all their hard work. But more importantly. His daughter was back for him to yell at. And possibly kill. He hadn't decided yet what he was going to do to her. “Well!” She started when the TV was up, playing the same old 24/7 Newscast of Hope. “I had this plan for awhile. Just not any real way to put it into action until Darkwing Duck somehow showed up here! Luckily” And her voice went sing song, as it always did when she was particularly pleased about something. “I’m fucking fabulous!” Nega rolled his eyes, shooing Herb off of his coved space on the couch with just a glare. The large father of two relocated to the floor to his happy wife as she gave Honker another wep nap to clean his bat with. “But this, undoubtedly the BEST PLAN EVER is not truly my plan. I mean….I did all the thinking and hard shit. But a TRUE plot is always for the benefit of yourself. And this plan was created only half for me.” She shrugged as QuackerJack continued talking on screen. A cold smile grew on her face as the Jester themed Super got visibly nervous, checking his watch for the alerts to be handled. “The other half was for my dear Papa” “Me?” LaunchPad blinked uncertainty. With Gos there were only two options when she planned something catered exactly to you. Either she HATED you with every fiber of her being, or she was being nice in her own way. You’d know by weather or not you continued with your meaningless existence. “Oh yes. And it worked even BETTER than I thought.” She hopped up on the couch, snuggling into NegaDuck and patted the cushion next to her. LauchPad did a mental tally of who owed whom a near death attempt. He was pretty sure cyanide in the cake evened out livewires on the ground, so he took the chance to sit next to her. “I knew that there were Nasty lil wanna-be Heros trying to muck up Daddies city.” Herb and Binkie both flinched at the ‘sweet lil angel’ casually calling LORD NEGADUCK by such a title. Something so bright and sweet and cute and filthy. But she continued irregardless of their discomfort. Or perhaps, spurred by it. “I also know Daddy kept leaving to that other St.Canard. With their Other heroes to fight and their other Papa and their other GOSALYN” They weren't allowed to have nice things in the house, Gos ripping apart the seat cushion as she got angry. Binkie flinched at such wondrous ferocity coming from well, a ‘sweet little girl’. Gos took a deep breath and a smile spread across her beak. “Darkwing taught them to be better Heros and in Daddie’s absence, they made St. Canard a better place. One of laughter, of light, overflowing with seeds of new hope!” Tank’s watch went off and the little girl pointed to the Television with unrestrained glee. “What’s that noise?” QuackerJack spoke from the TV. And then they heard it…..the recording-Gosalyn screaming for dear life. “Gos? Sweetie? Pumkin?” And as he ran to try and rescue her, the room started shaking. The camera fell to the floor, then there was an ENORMOUS multicolored explosion. Screams from an unseen QuakerJack and his pained face before an even LOUDER BOOM. Then the camera was destroyed and the broadcast finally stopped. “They think they can win now! Their own hope will keep them trying….and trying…..and stupidly trying.” A giggle. “Even more fun than going to some other world and ripping their hopes away? Snatching the faint hope that tries to grow like a revolting rosebush!” Another giggle ripped from her system. “They’ll see that broken dream of theirs and despair. Then the heroes will try to regroup because surely if they did it once they can do it again. And YOU” She snarled at NegaDuck. “Can play right here with Papa and ME!!!!” It was vicious and evil and well thought out and…..

“Awwweeeee. My sweet little MONSTER ”

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Crowdsourcing and crowdfunding

What is crowdsourcing?

Crowdsourcing is the practice of obtaining needed services, ideas or content by soliciting contributions from a large group of people, especially from the online community rather than from traditional employees or suppliers. The term crowdsourcing was coined by journalist Jeff Howe in the issue of Wired (Bannerman, 2012).

Crowdsourcing is optimistically depicted as a way of putting to use the creativity of the public for free, or for a moderate charge. ‘Turkers’, a term for online workers who use the sites, apparently makes small amounts of money by executing online tasks.

For example, a website named Mechanical Turk operated by Amazon, grants individuals or organizations to post micro-tasks, such as “find the email address for a company” (payment: $0.01/each address), “vote for the best translation” (payment: $0.05/each link), or “rate adult-oriented videos for quality and relevance” (payment: $0.15/each rating) (Amazon, 2010).

Other crowdsourcing platforms include:

Innocentive

Focus on crowdsourcing research and development for pharmaceutical and biomedical companies,

99designs

The world's biggest graphics design marketplace, associates customers requiring custom design work, for example, websites and logos to a thriving network of talented designers who present a new custom design to the site each 7-10 seconds.

Social media and crowdsourcing

Social media has played a significant role throughout the years in catastrophic natural disaster as an information propagator that can be utilized for disaster relief. After the devastating and disastrous Haiti earthquake on 12 January 2010, individuals published numerous photographs and texts about their own encounters during the earthquake via Twitter, Flickr, Facebook, blogs and videos were posted on YouTube. In only 48 hours, the Red Cross received US$8 million in donations legitimately from texts, which represents one advantage of the incredible propagation ability of social media sites.

Survivors likewise utilize social media to stay in contact with the world after a disaster. The jammed cellular network in Japan brought about by the tsunami and earthquake made it difficult for people to communicate with one another. In response, they used Twitter, Facebook, Skype, and local Japanese social networks to communicate and keep in touch with their loved ones (Bannerman, 2012).

Although social media can positively impact disaster relief efforts, it does not give an innate coordination ability to effectively plan and share information, resources, and plans among different relief organizations. All things considered, crowdsourcing applications dependent on social media applications, for example, Twitter and Ushahidi offer a ground-breaking ability for gathering information from disaster scenes and picturing data for relief decision-making.

Research has shown that it is possible to leverage social media to generate community crisis maps and introduce an interagency map to allow organizations to share information as well as collaborate, plan, and execute shared missions. The interagency map is intended to allow organizations to share data in the event that they operate on the same platform or utilize comparative data-representation formats (Bannerman, 2012).

What are the advantages of crowdsourcing for disaster relief?

Compared to traditional relief methods, leveraging crowdsourcing for disaster relief has three advantages.

First, crowdsourced data including user requests and status reports are collected almost immediately after a disaster using social media. Ushahidi-Haiti was set up two hours after the 12 January earthquake by volunteers from Tufts University in Medford, Massachusetts (Heinzelman and Waters, 2003). Soon after, organizations were able to borrow a short message service (SMS) short code phone number (Mission 4636) to send free SMS texts (Munro, 2012). News of this free emergency number was spread through local and national radio stations.

As of 25 January, the Haiti crisis map had more than 2,500 incident reports, with more reports being added every day. The large amount of nearly real-time reports allows relief organizations to identify and respond to urgent cases in time.

Second, crowdsourcing tools can collect data from emails, forms, tweets, and other unstructured methods and then do rudimentary analysis and summaries, such as by creating tag clouds, trends, and other filters. These can help partition the data into bins (such as most-frequently requested resources) and requests into predetermined, most-urgent categories (such as medical help, food, shelter, or people trapped). Relief agencies can then concentrate on the issues and events that are most important to the relief effort.

Third, providers can include geo-tag information for messages sent from some platforms (such as Twitter) and devices (including handheld smart phones). Such crowdsourced data can help relief organizations accurately locate specific requests for help. Furthermore, visualizing this type of data on a crisis map offers a common disaster view and helps organizations intuitively ascertain the current status.

What are the shortfalls of crowdsourcing for disaster relief?

Despite the fact that crowdsourcing applications can give precise and convenient information about a crisis, current crowdsourcing applications actaully miss the mark in supporting disaster relief efforts (Gao et al., 2011).

Above all, most applications do give a common mechanism explicitly designed for cooperation and coordination between different relief organizations. For instance, microblogs and crisis maps don’t give a component for distributing response resources, so various organizations may react to an individual request simultaneously.

A subsequent inadequacy is that data from crowdsourcing applications, while helpful, do not generally give all the correct information required for disaster relief efforts. The accuracy of the report’s geo-tag and content is not guaranteed, in spite of the fact that relief workers enormously need the ability to naturally and precisely locate crowdsourced data on the crisis map. That is, a geo-located tweet does not really allude to the geo-location point. Somebody may message the emergency guide's telephone number to report something they saw earlier, potentially messaging from a shelter about a bridge that collapsed 10 miles not far off.

Furthermore, there are regularly duplicate reports, and information essential for relief coordination isn't promptly accessible or effectively available, for example, arrangements of relief resources or correspondence systems and relief organization contact information.

Lastly, current crowdsourcing applications do not have adequate security features for relief organizations and relief operations. For example, crowdsourcing applications that are publicly available for reporting are also publicly available for viewing. Although it is important to provide information to the public, this can create conflicts when decisions must be made about where and when relief resources are needed.

In conclusion, crowdsourcing supporting applications don't have sufficient security features for relief organizations and relief operations. For instance, crowdsourcing applications that are openly accessible for revealing are additionally freely accessible for viewing. In spite of the fact that it is essential to give information to people in general, this can stimulate conflict when decisions must be made about where and when relief resources are required.

What is crowdfunding?

Out of crowdsourcing has developed a new phenomenon: crowdfunding. Crowdfunding is the act of funding a project or venture by collecting modest amounts of money from a large number of individuals, ordinarily by means of the Internet.

Crowdfunding is related to crowdsourcing in that both draw on the power of intensity of groups of people and networks. Notwithstanding, crowdfunding is additionally very unique. It works through an open call for funding for specific projects. Funding is requested online, typically in moderately modest quantities, from individual donors or investors, nd goes towards specific projects: personal loans for small businesses, the production of design t-shirts, production of movies or music, or covering medical expenses for the less privileged.

There are four basic models of crowdfunding:

1. Donation-based - funders donate to a project without any expected compensation. An example of a donation-based crowdfunding platform would be:

GoFundMe

GoFundMe is a free crowdfunding platform tailored to fundamentally support people and causes. Since GoFundMe is fit to individual causes— anybody can make a campaign—sponsors on here tend to only support campaigns that originate from inside their own community and personal networks.

GoFundMe isn’t intended for business crowdfunding campaigns, unlike the other platforms. However, if you’re an entrepreneur who has run into difficult times, or you need to raise money to overcome a personal challenge, you can have a go at leveraging this platform for support from your personal network.

Governments, political parties, and the public sector have also experimented with crowdfunding. Barack Obama relied on small donations solicited online during his presidential campaign in 2008. Many government parties fundraise online, as do a wide variety of other initiatives and projects (Pricco, 2014).

2. Reward-based - offers non-financial rewards to funders, such as t-shirts or the opportunity to see a band backstage. An example of a reward-based crowdfunding platform would be:

Kickstarter

This platform is designed around recurrent donations that permits content creators to monetize their videos, blog articles, music and even software developments. On the off chance that people like the project, they can pledge money to get it going. If the project succeeds with regards to arriving at its funding goal, all sponsors' credit cards are charged when time expires.

3. Lending-based - funders expect repayment of the funding they contribute to a project. An example of a lending-based crowdfunding platform would be:

Kiva

Provides the ability to lend money via the Internet to low-income entrepreneurs and students. Kiva's mission is "to expand financial access to help underserved communities thrive."

4. Equity-based - funders receive equity, revenue, or a share of the profits in a project. An example of an equity-based crowdfunding platform would be:

StartEngine

StartEngine is one of the world’s biggest equity crowdfunding sites. StartEngine pulls funds from an investor's account once the company has exceeded their minimum funding goal, and the escrow account has been opened (StartEngine, n.d.).

Crowdfunding platforms encourage the assembly of ideas, the interconnection of funders with creators, the uniting of ideas and resources, and new entity prospects.

In conclusion, a few key inquiries should be posed as crowdfunding moves past its outset: How can crowdfunding work in the interests of the public, creating new opportunities, contributing to public spheres, and guaranteeing a reasonable appropriation of benefits? Should the principle that publicly-funded research be made openly available apply to crowdfunded projects?

On top of the potential advantages crowdfunding brings to individual corporations, it likewise can possibly improve the efficiency of the development sector as a whole. Numerous development organizations are dependent on traditional support mechanisms with pre-set up measures for performance defined by external donors and tested by anonymous authorities. Crowdfunding, by contrast, empowers joint development of projects and dialogue. During the selection of projects, its only reference are the organization's values and quality measures, which need to be communicated to potential supporters. Projects that are attractive and significant receive adequate sufficient support - not simply those that meet the current (political) support priorities.

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Bannerman, S. (2012). Crowdfunding Culture. Web. Wi: Journal of Mobile Culture, [online] 06(04), p.4. Available at: http://wi.mobilities.ca/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/sbannermanwi_2012_06_04.pdf [Accessed 13 Oct. 2019].

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Heinzelman, J. and Waters, C. (2003). About the RepoRt Crowdsourcing Crisis Information in Disaster- Affected Haiti Summary. [online] Available at: https://mirror.explodie.org/Crowdsourcing%20Crisis%20Information%20in%20Disaster-Affected%20Haiti.pdf [Accessed 27 Oct. 2020].

Muralidharan, S., Rasmussen, L., Patterson, D. and Shin, J.-H. (2011). Hope for Haiti: An analysis of Facebook and Twitter usage during the earthquake relief efforts. Public Relations Review, 37(2), pp.175–177.

MP, H. (2011). Japan Tsunami & Earthquake – Use of Twitter, Facebook, Skype & other Social Networks. [online] Bubblecube. Available at: http://bubblecube.wordpress.com/2011/03/12/japan-tsunami-earthquake [Accessed 27 Oct. 2020].

Munro, R. (2012). Crowdsourcing and the crisis-affected community. Information Retrieval, 16(2), pp.210–266.

Gao, H., Barbier, G. and Goolsby, R. (2011). Harnessing the Crowdsourcing Power of Social Media for Disaster Relief. IEEE Intelligent Systems, 26(3), pp.10–14.

Flannery, M. (2007). Kiva and the Birth of Person-to-Person Microfinance. Innovations: Technology, Governance, Globalization, 2(1–2), pp.31–56.

Pricco, D. (2014). Political Crowdfunding - how politicians are learning to harness the crowd. [online] CrowdExpert.com. Available at: http://crowdexpert.com/articles/crowdfunding-in-politics/ [Accessed 27 Oct. 2020].

CROWDFUNDING INDUSTRY REPORT Market Trends, Composition and Crowdfunding Platforms THE INDUSTRY WEBSITE TM. (2012). [online] Available at: http://www.crowdfunding.nl/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/92834651-Massolution-abridged-Crowd-Funding-Industry-Report.pdf [Accessed 27 Oct. 2020].

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Miraculous Fantasy chapter 1

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was with her parents as they were in the limo of Audrey Bourgeois, Marinette had ended up deciding she wanted to take her out on her offer of being taken to New York in order to become her protégée. She did say that she wanted Audrey to keep in touch with her daughter Chloe, so she ended up helping her biggest bully bond some more with her mother.

Go figure.

She had a hard time saying goodbye to her friends but they had all promised to keep in touch through video chat and messages. Her friends from the class and school had all set up a going away party for her which was also attended by Jagged Stone (to everyone’s delight), her grandmother Gina and Nadja Chamack along with Manon.

She definitely was going to miss Alya, her best friend since the start of the school year. If it wasn’t for her advice and encouragement, she didn’t think she would have ever had the confidence she needed to continue being Ladybug or stand up to Chloe.

She was guilty about leaving them all but even guiltier about leaving Paris without Ladybug but Master Fu had the solution. The Horse Miraculous with Kaalki as its Kwami, gifted with the power of teleportation. With it an Akuma alert on her phone it means she can teleport back to Paris to deal with any emergencies as Ladybug.

It would be hard and something to get used to but she wanted to take her duties as Ladybug seriously while taking this enormous opportunity to further her fashion career.

She had arrived with her parents Tom and Sabine to New York in Audrey’s helicopter and had directed them to her limo. She was now taking them to the bakery building that Audrey had bought for them to start up their baker business again.

She could not beleive how supportive her parents were of her taking this apprenticeship deal and willing to re-establish their bakery in a whole different city. They were truly the best parents she could ever hope to ask for.

She and her parents were speechless looking at the tall buildings and busy streets, “Get used to Queens my dear protégée, it is the perfect place for the Queen of Fashion and the new home for the future Queen of Fashion.” Audrey remarked with a smile from her seat which was facing them. She then had a bit of a frown. “Of course when you get there Marinette, I hope you won’t repeat Gabriel’s error and forget to get me my front row seat for the fashion shows you would be hosting.” She remarked to Marinette’s direction.

Marinette gave a nervous nod as Audrey turned her attention to the window; Marinette looked to her handbag where Tikki was hiding. Tikki had been looking at the pamphlet (translated into French) of the school that she would be transferred to. Midtown Academy; a gifted school with different programs for the students and their specialties including science and of course fashion.

“Looks like it will be a good school Marinette, hopefully there will not be another Chloe.” Tikki whispered to Marinette and she smiled in response. Tikki was doing her best to be there for Marinette for this new change of life and circumstances.

The limo driver stopped and told them they were there; they went out and saw the bakery building which looked not a lot different from the one from home if only without color and it looked like it had been closed for some time. Probably from the previous owners. “I know it looks drab but I am sure you can fix it a bit.” Audrey told them shaking her head.

“No worries Audrey, we can make it home in no time!” Tom said pulling Marinette and Gina into his arms but Audrey sighed.

They then heard something on the road and were shocked to see a futuristic car speeding by and at the back holding on and looking like he was trying to stop it was a costumed figure.

The figure was dressed in a red hooded sleeveless jumper with a black spider logo on it, a light blue top underneath it, a red ski mask, black ski goggles, red fingerless gloves, red boots and light blue track bottoms.

They were shocked but Audrey shook her head, “Great, it’s that dumpster diving Spider-Man again. He started appearing a few months ago and brings disaster wherever he goes.” Audrey explained in a displeased tone.

“Well looks like we won’t be far from red clad heroes in New York either.” Gina commented with a smile that Tom and Marinette returned. Audrey shook their heads as she had her driver help them get their bags inside so they could start unpacking.

Marinette shared a quick glance at Tikki inside her handbag as they both thought that this Spider-Man could be someone to keep an eye on.

*pb*

It had been a normal day at Midtown Academy for Peter Parker, paying attention to all his classes and talking to his friends in his class. Afterwards with all his homework done and his Aunt May having let him know beforehand she would be late with her job working at the FEAST homeless shelter, he thought he could spend some time being Spider-Man.

Once he had gotten changed he had gone out and started web slinging, some people were taking pictures or video with their phones as they saw him but he had to be careful to try and not get seen by any police officers.

While some people appreciated what he did, the NYPD were not exactly on friendly terms with him. Most of them did not appreciate a masked vigilante interfering in police work, he got some on his side but for the most part they were not fans of him.

he found a speeding futuristic car speeding by on the road and was quick to try and catch it this time. The car and the driver had been the getaway driver for several robberies. He had tried but hadn’t been able to catch it. The car was too fast before.

He had wanted to marvel at how the car could work and what technology was in it but he had to focus on catching it.

He had web slinged after it and had been trying to stop it for about three quarters of an hour. He had grabbed hold o if it but was forced to let go several times. Call it being determined or being stupidly stubborn but he refused to give up.

He was getting him this time.

It paid off as he managed to slow down the car from the back and rip off the door; he jumped up to the front of the car and managed to force it to slow down. He went and grabbed the driver who was in a black bodysuit and a black race car driving helmet with a blue visor.

He dragged him out and was stunned to see the car as if by magically turn into a normal car. The passerbys were taking pictures and the man told him “pretty cool huh? I have special nanites injected into my blood that allows me to transform any vehicle I am driving and make them super fast! If you have any Superhero friends can you please tell them that I go by Overdrive!”

Peter stood stunned but then saw police cars arrive and out came a familiar blonde haired police captain glaring harshly at Peter. “Hey George, glad to see your eye has healed....” Peter said nervously.

“Captain Stacy to you Wallcrawler, now put your hands......” snapped Captain George Stacy but Peter just jumped up and ran up the nearest building. The police officers arrested Overdrive and Captain Stacy called for police helicopters to look out for Spider-Man.

He got up and then was in a hurry to web sling to his secret base, hopefully before they can pick up his trail.

Captain George Stacy was easily the police officer who was out for Spider-Man’s blood the most. On the 2nd week of being Spider-Man, Peter had gotten word of a sale of weapons in a district by a criminal carter. He had jumped into the middle of the meeting.

Captain Stacy was pretty much his harshest critic besides J. Jonah Jameson, the man who owned and ran the controversial internet news outlet the Daily Bugle.

He had taken out most of the men and had kicked the head of the buyers hard in the eye. It turns out the head buyer was Captain Stacy and the men with him were undercover cops and he had ruined a sting operation.

Peter had apologised in a panic and escaped before Captain Stacy’s backup could arrive. He had definitely not a made a friend with Captain Stacy there.

Making sure no one was looking Peter made it to the warehouse district and opened up a high window of one of the warehouses. This warehouse had belonged to his parents before they had died and Aunt May and Uncle Ben (when he was still with them) had given him the keys. He had been using it as his base which he called the Spider’s Nest.

Of course calling it a base would be generous.

There were tables of various broken down gadgets that he had taking to fixing, there were clothes hangers for the other copies of the suit he had gotten (mostly from charity stores), a fixed up computer and a fixed up sewing machine he was using to mend his suits when he needed to as well as sew the Spider logo into his jumpers.

He sighed as he gotten changed into his normal clothes and thought he could rest for a while before need to go back home to his and Aunt May’s apartment. He looked to the wall where there were various posters he had put up.

There was one that was advertising Ultimate Mecha Strike III (the first one was one of his favourite Video Games, the second one was kind a disappointment in his eyes but the third one was a well worthy of being the true follow up of the first one), there was one with the logo of Horizon Labs the company ran by one of his personal science heroes Max Modell and of the world famous superheroine Majestia.

She was one who probably didn’t need to worry about the police being after her since whenever she saved the Earth it would make the front page. She was amazing and hopes that he could live up to her standard of Superheroing one day.

Of course he was also hoping to live up to the memory of someone close to him that he had lost....

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