#blair chester

[augmented-beauty]

A bit late, but I had to keep my Christmas nostalgia at bay. I’m also in my Price feels and developing my oc, Blair, and here we are. Yes, that’s how I’m properly showing her for the first time, with cheesy Christmas fluff. Since there are no details about Price’s family right?, I took the liberty of filling the blancs. My gut tells me he has a younger sister and the biggest soft spot for his niece and nephew. Price being a proud, supportive uncle gives me life ok. 

Summary: Blair has been struggling with heavy waves of nostalgia on Christmas for years. John always made it his mission to be there for her every single Chirstmas. This year, he decides to take advantage of the positive changes in their lives and shore leave, taking it to the next level. He can help her experience a cosy Christmas again, and he will.

Warnings: mention of death and family loss. Other than that it’s fluff, fluff and more fluff. 

Word count: 2062

You can also read this on AO3.

Blair used to love Christmas with her whole being. Her family's table was never that big, but it was cosy. Her four grandparents, her parents and her. It was a chance to see her American grandpa and grandma, which didn't happen that often due to distance, and spend some days with all her family. In her book, there was nothing better than this. The typical festive atmosphere only added to the enjoyment. Things started to get progressively sadder as nature and fate got their dirtiest job done over the years. First, it took her American grandparents separately. Then, her father went missing in action and was later killed. Her British grandmother was the next to leave them relatively soon after, and it's clear that losing her son played a big part in her health deteriorating to the point of no return. 

For many of her serving years, Christmas was still something to look forward to, and she always hoped to be on shore leave to spend it with what was left of her family. It already brought a lot of nostalgia and woke up grief without fail, but it didn't matter. Her grandfather was still alive, and every new year he got to live was a blessing for her. That time had to be spent wisely and fully with the man while he was still there. But inevitably, after moving to the US Army and getting her own team, he was taken away from her. Christmas has lost most of its significance ever since. Serving or being on shore leave in time for the festivity barely makes a difference now. Even if she's back in the UK, it's not celebrated anymore. Staying home it's no option, the half-empty table hurts too much. Blair and her mother created a new tradition of their own to spend quality time together and overcome the inevitable nostalgia. They either go on small adventures inside the country or straight-up trips if they manage to organise them. 

Christmas feels like another day of the year, but she's no Grinch. It's no secret that she hopes it will get back at least part of its old meaning and charm. Not only that, but if her team and Blair are serving on Christmas, she does all she possibly can to make it enjoyable for her boys and girls. They decorate how they can, feast with what they can get, and spend some quieter time together. Blair struggles a lot with Christmas songs, but she'll never tell them. Music plays a big role in the festive atmosphere, and she wants the holiday spirit for her team to be intact. And so, she sucks it up and sings with them, ignoring that aftertaste of nostalgia. Not only it's worth it, but they keep grief at bay without even knowing it and make Christmas less sad for her. She can do Christmas songs in return. It's not as carefree as Christmas with her family used to be, but it's enjoyable.

When they were just friends, John always made sure to get in touch with her around Christmas time. Every December, he does all he can to soothe her heavier feelings, no matter the circumstances. Price knew about her December angst and the toil it has on her ever since it started to get stronger. It doesn't matter if he's serving or on shore leave: John has to at least call her. Dodging bullets or excusing himself during the family gathering makes no difference. One way or another, he takes a moment to call her and lock nostalgia and grief away, at least for a while. If they're both on shore leave and Blair is in the UK, they always hang out after Christmas without fail, even on multiple and consecutive days if possible. 

This year is slightly different. It's their first Christmas as a couple, and the 141 is on shore leave. Yet, Blair is convinced they'll spend the holidays as every other year. John will go back to Herefordshire and spend them with family, while she'll go somewhere in the UK with her mother. They'll spend time together after Christmas and probably have a New Year's Eve party with the boys. As much as Blair would love to have a cosy Christmas with family again, she doesn't say a word about it to John. Meeting your partner's family is a big deal, even if they've known each other for years and his relatives sure have heard about her. Blair has no intention of pressuring him to make a selfish wish to become true. As the 25th approaches, Blair learns they'll visit a friend of her mother's who's alone for Christmas and stay at his place for some days. 

On Christmas day, the two women wake up early, have breakfast together and get ready. Ruth asks her daughter to get the gifts upstairs and load them on the back seats of the car while she takes care of getting the food and their bags in the trunk. She smiles knowingly while Blair climbs the stairs. She grabs the thermic bag from the kitchen and quickly checks if Blair's gift for John is properly hidden under the driver's seat: it's safe and impossible to spot. Then, Ruth moves to the trunk as if nothing ever happened. Blair doesn't see it when she carefully places the finely wrapped-up boxes in the car and is still blissfully unaware of where they're really going. Everything is going according to their plan. 

The long car ride goes by quickly and incredibly smoothly, with Queen's songs playing from the stereo system, good old mother-and-daughter chatting, and some occasional judgment on other's people driving performance. It's a fun, peaceful ride. It takes a while for Blair to realise where they are. "Herefordshire? My goodness me, the world sure is a small place". Her mother plays along and comments on it by agreeing with her but quickly turns her head to look out the window and hide her grin. As they get closer to their destination, Ruth sends a message to John. “Almost there, and Blair has no idea what's going on”. After ten minutes, Blair parks in the driveway and they get down the car. The family inside goes quiet to keep up the act until the very last second. Blair must not hear them as they approach the door. Ruth knocks, and Daniel warmly greets them, introducing himself to the younger woman. He's supposed to be Ruth's friend, after all. Blair is slightly taken aback while they shake hands. His eyes are uncannily similar to John's. Weird. He catches her perplexity and fears he got busted for a brief moment.

"Are you alright, dear?"

"Oh, absolutely. It's random, but you vaguely look like someone I know."

Little does she know that John heard her saying that from his hiding spot, and he finds it amusing. The man shows Blair and her mother inside, and before she can even process that the house is not, in fact, empty, a familiar voice shocks her in the best way.

"Hi, Sparrow."

John has the cheekiest grin she ever saw on him yet. She can't say a word, only look around and take in everything, mouth agape. With a quick glance, she recognizes his niece and nephew and his sister, but her gaze quickly goes back to John. The resemblance she picked up at the door makes sense now, but she still gestures at one man and then the other, asking for a silent confirmation. That's your dad. Both John and Daniel nod. 

"Holy mackerel". Everything is clear in a split second. Once again, she didn't need to say a word. John knew about her unspoken wish, and he made it possible with her mother's help. Not only that, but he feels no pressure about introducing her to the family. To him, it feels natural. Blair takes it all in and tries not to tear up, but fails miserably. "You two sneaky devils". John chuckles wholeheartedly before pulling her into a bear hug. She immediately locks her arms around his neck, getting as close as physically possible. 

"I love you so much", she whispers, all her gratitude seeping out of her words. 

"I love you too, sweetheart", he reciprocates as softly. 

Everything is warm and cosy. They let go of each other, but Blair gets into one hug after the other as each member of the Price family introduces themself to her. John's father, Daniel, is the first to properly welcome her into their house. His mother, Alice, comes next with lucid eyes, a bright smile and soothing words. Then his niece, Rebecca, and his nephew, Andrew, both so excited to finally meet her, losing no time and calling her auntie. Finally, his sister, Caroline, who just knew they were meant to be, and her husband, Eric. As soon as Blair glances at her mother, she can see her getting the same treatment. Somehow, it feels like the two of them already belong here. 

It’s been ages since she last sat close to a Christmas tree to unwrap gifts with loved ones, and Andrew seems particularly excited about it. The 8-year-old child confidently grabs a small box from under the tree as soon as everyone is ready.

"Auntie, start with this one, please. Uncle John told us your friends call you Sparrow, so Becky and I immediately thought about you when we saw this"

Blair genuinely smiles at the kid, taking the gift from him. "Oh dear, thank you. You guys are so sweet." She carefully unwraps it, curious to see what's inside. She opens the box, and her eyes sparkle at the sight of the sparrow keychain plushie. It represents the animal quite accurately but with a cute, chunky twist. "It's adorable! And it's a female, too." 

"Of course, it's you." he states without a shadow of a doubt. Blair holds it by the ring close to her, supporting her nephew's statement. After all, her natural shade of blonde is similar to a sparrow's feathers. His attention switches to John to ask him one of the cutest questions she ever heard. "Do you and your friends call auntie Sparrow because she looks like one?" 

Blair's free hand goes to her chest while she melts inside, glancing at the rest of the family and mouthing "I love him already". Meanwhile, uncle John doesn't let his nephew down. "That's one of the reasons. Nowadays, sparrows symbolize teamwork. They're also social animals that stick together and protect one another. It describes your auntie very well, and here you have it."

"He was the first to come up with the idea, actually, and it stuck to me like glue ever since, becoming my nickname in the military." 

A teasing smile curves his sister's lips. "Why am I not surprised?" 

John admits his defeat, pretending to be annoyed. "Because you were right about us, Caroline."

This is not the only moment filled with laughter and warmth throughout the day. It goes on as everyone unwraps their gifts, with Blair helping Andrew open one of his new toy's packaging as he struggles with it and John watching them fondly. The same mood fills the big Christmas lunch and the whole day, with the crackers being opened, the talking, the jokes being shared, and the bonding going on. As Blair plays with the kids after lunch, clearly feeling welcomed and at ease, he can't help but think she's right where she belongs. Watching them, his heart swells with happiness and a healthy hint of pride. He's proud of the two siblings for welcoming Blair as they did, and he's happy to see how much they love her already. His sparrow's joy is breathtaking and contagious. And the way she interacts with his nephew and niece, looking like she has known them since they were born, is making him fall in love even more. Blair always showed interest in their life, always happy to hear how they were doing as the years went by, asking about them. John knew she cared, but he still wasn't expecting to see her immediately so invested and embracing the role of the aunt with such confidence. He didn't have doubts anyway, but now he's utterly sure that having her meet his family so soon is one of the best choices of his life.

[anradalikesfish]

been obsessed with drawing messy and crazed expressions

[gillmanchillman]

LMAO I THOUGHT VAMPIRES WERENT ALLOWED TO COME IN UNINVITED 😂

[transhuman-priestess]

The follow-up to The New Flesh. Read that one first!

15 months prior to the raid on the Blair Mountain, Captain Terry Holder butts heads with her Chief Engineer as an unknown threat bears down on their ship.

This story does not contain sexual themes, however it is part of a larger work which does, therefore, this story is only for consumption by legal adults over the age of 18. It includes moderate violence, and coarse language.

January 14, 2253 1041 Earth UTC

15 months prior to the raid on the Blair Mountain

The Hildas, 550 Million Kilometers from Jupiter

“Chester, how long do you think we’re going to be stuck here?” Captain Terry Holder asked.

She and her first mate, Chester Silvera, were sitting in the mess hall of the Huntington. The ore hauler had been coasting .9 AU from 153 Hilda for 56 hours with a damaged ablator in her #2 main engine. Holder was growing restless.

Silvera, on the other hand, was in a fine mood. “Why are you so eager to get back to port?” He was downing his third slice of pizza since taking a seat 10 minutes ago. Holder couldn’t understand where his appetite came from.

“It’s creepy out here,” she said, “The nearest station is 6 days away. It takes 10 minutes for someone to even hear a distress signal. There’s nothing outside the hull. We’re alone.”

“Captain,” Silvera replied, smirking “You are aware that you can, in point of fact, choose a different occupation than deep space captain, correct?”

“Shut up,” Holder said, smiling. “You know what I mean.” She leaned back in her chair. She’d barely touched the chicken Parmesan she’d gotten from the replicator.

“You’ve been out here for 15 years, Terry,” Silvera said, slipping effortlessly into confidant mode, “You’ve been a captain for 8. You’re used to this. What’s different now?”

Holder sighed. Chester, as always, knew how to get to the heart of the matter. She sat for a moment, not wanting to say it out loud, but knowing she couldn’t hide it from her friend and crewmate. Finally, she said, “It’s Powell.”

“The engineer?” Silvera seemed genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” said Holder, her hand idly falling to the nickel-plated pistol she wore on her hip, “I don’t like her attitude.” She rubbed her thumb on the hammer, feeling the familiar knurling, catching her thumbnail on a well-worn burr.

“You seem to get along with her just fine.” His pizza lay forgotten on the plate, he was all business now.

“Well, that’s what they pay me for, Chester.” She took a bite of chicken to buy some time before continuing, “She’s arrogant, inflexible, obsessed with rules and procedure.” She tossed her fork to the table. Chester scooted back slightly, sensing one of his captain’s moods coming on. Holder stood and began pacing.

“It’s always ‘SOP says this!’ or ‘The tech manual says that!’ always coming up with excuses why something can’t be done, except when it’s something she wants done, then procedure flies out the fucking door!” She ran her hand through her hair in frustration.

“Terry-”

“We’ve been coasting for two and a half days.”

“Terry is-”

“She told me that she has to strip the bell down to the cooling tubes for fuck’s sake.”

“TERRY!” Silvera banged his hand on the table for emphasis. Holder stopped talking.

“Yeah, Chester?”

“This is about the pistol, isn’t it?”

Holder rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not about the fucking pistol.”

“Isn’t it, though?”

The engraved, nickel-plated .45 was a family heirloom. Captains in the Civil Navy were allowed sidearms for ceremonial purposes, but they weren’t supposed to wear them outside of certain occasions. Of course, in deep space, the captain had more or less free reign, barring mutiny, and Terry liked the feeling of the heavy steel on her hip. She didn’t keep it loaded, though she did keep 2 magazines of hollow-points on her belt.

She’d never had to draw it in anger, though there had been a few close calls with pirates where she’d gone as far as to carry it cocked and locked. But that was on her old ship, the Joachimstahl.

This was her first sortie in command of the Huntington. She’d inherited the ship from a retiring captain, Jack Thorton, and the crew along with it, including the old engineer, who immediately took issue with Terry’s habit of wearing the piece. She’d actually pulled Chester aside to complain about it. It pissed Terry off.

Chester smiled gently. “Terry, I’ve known you five years. I’ve been your right hand for two. You need to get over this grudge.”

“She’s a little shit, Chester.”

“She is a fine engineer. Captain Thorton had nothing but praise for her. Has she ever disobeyed an order?”

“No, but-”

“Has she ever put the crew in danger?”

“No, but-”

“Then you need to drop this little grudge, and you know that.”

Terry was about to argue when her the radio on her belt chirped.

“Captain,” the voice of Jill Cambell, her radar navigator, “There’s something weird on the scope here.”

Terry keyed to reply “What do you mean by weird?”

“I mean I’ve never seen anything move this fast. You better get up here.”

“Be there in a minute.”

***

Captain Holder and First Mate Silvera walked onto the bridge of the Huntington. The radar station was the only one currently occupied. Campbell turned to them as they walked through the door.

“Alright, Jill,” said Terry, “What’s cracking?”

“About 20 minutes ago I got an off radar return about an AU out on the long-range band.” Campbell reported, “No exhaust signature, and it was redshifting so much I thought the scope might be broken.”

“And?”

“It’s not.” Campbell said, tossing a hand in the air. “I switched to the secondary dish. Same cross-section. Same redshift. Hit it with the high-rez, same cross section, same redshift. Whatever it is, it’s at least 50 meters long and it’s moving at O.1C.”

“So send a message to SETI’s Europa Division.” Terry was amazed but couldn’t understand why Campbell had called her to the bridge for this, “I mean, that’s incredible, really, it is, but if they’re moving away from us what’s the rush?

“Well,” Campbell seemed nervous, “Now they’re blueshifting.”

“Bullshit,” Holder dropped the word like a bag of bricks, “How is that possible? Even if something could put out that much delta-v, in that short a span, the g forces of changing direction would rip it to pieces.”

“I don’t know how, Captain,” Campbell said, turning back to the scope. “But I’d really like to have a plan when they get here.

***

“Fucking Christ, whose god damn idea was this?” Chief Engineer Genevieve Powell cursed to herself.

“Sorry Chief,” Engineer’s Mate Karl Miller said over the radio, “I uh, didn’t copy that.”

“Whoever designed the Shinkolobwe-class engine is either a sadist, an idiot, or both.” Powell replied, “This engine is pissing me off.”

She was nearing the end of a 4-hour long EVA replacing a cracked ablator panel right in the throat of the massive 10-meter fusion rocket. When the engines were active, the reactors would vent hot plasma out the back at temperatures approaching that of the surface of the sun, sending the ship moving in the opposite direction and accelerating it to a top speed of 20 million kilometers per hour.

But right now, they weren’t doing anything of the sort. The ablator shield, a layer of boronated plastic 4 meters thick meant to both protect the engine bells from melting and absorb excess neutrons, was cracked, right in the throat. With the ablator shield damaged, the plume coming out of the rocket engine wouldn’t be smooth and even, but roiling with turbulence. Turbulence that would, at best, drop the propulsive efficiency enough to put serious differential stresses on the spaceframe. At worst, it would impinge on the hull, or through to the engine bell, either way burning through and destroying the ship.

Which was why Powell had been awake for 40 hours. Why she and the engineering team had been working in shifts to painstakingly repair the panel. Angle grinders, caulk guns full of boron paste, a portable X-ray unit, and lots and lots of elbow grease.

“Miller,” Powell said, wiping her cheek on the inside of her helmet. “You ever wonder whose brilliant fucking idea was it to use ablative shielding instead of magnetic on a 100-giganewton fusion engine?”

“Can’t say I have,” Miller replied, “You’re gonna have to take that up with Tycho Shipbuilding. Captain wants to know your ETA.”

“God dammit,” The Captain was pissing Powell off. No respect for the work involved in keeping nuclear fusion going without blowing the whole ship to hell, or bombarding the crew with fast neutrons, or turning them all into sludge with 100g burns. “Is this about me not using the tether?” The umbilical tether was supposed to be worn whenever the EVA thruster pack was in use, as a backup, in case the thrusters failed. Powell hated the damn thing. It got in the way and the thruster pack was reliable enough she didn’t need it.

“Uh, I don’t think so, Chief.”

“It’ll be done when it’s fucking done. I’ve got another 3 meters of length on this bitch of a crack. It goes 45 centimeters deep. It’s going to take at least another 10 hours to fill that.”

There was a pause as Miller relayed this to the captain, then, “Uh, Chief,” Miller said, nervously, “Captain says you have an hour.”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? Put her on, now.”

“She says there’s some kind of pirates bearing in on us in 60 minutes.”

Powell rolled her eyes, “That’s not possible. There wasn’t anything within 4 AU of us when I came out here. Tell her I’m not doing anything without talking to her first.”

A brief pause on Miller’s end, then, “Have it your way.”

Powell continued grinding at the crack for a moment. Then Holder’s voice came on. “Powell, I know we don’t get along,” that was an understatement, Powell thought, “But Campbell confirmed this thing is moving at one-tenth c, heading directly towards us. It’s crossed 20 million clicks since she started tracking it. It actually reversed direction to come this way. I know it sounds like bullshit, but I need you to get whatever you can filled and get back into the airlock. I sent out a distress signal but I won’t hear back from Hilda station for at least another 2 minutes”

“Captain, you can’t just rush something like this!” Powell protested, “The differential forces alo-”

Holder cut her off, “I’m aware of the structural ramifications. It’s my ship and that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Captain,” Powell said, “how are we going to outrun something a hundred times faster than us?”

“We’re not. But I’ll need the engines. Trust me.”

Powell gritted her teeth. She couldn’t stand Holder, but Campbell was good. She and Powell had served together under Thorton, and Campbell had helped Powell develop a couple of scanning tools for the engines that worked a hell of a lot better than stock equipment.

“If Campbell’s sure then. I can maybe get you 10 cm of depth along the rest of the crack. It won’t be good for the full trip back to Europa but I should be able to get you enough dV to get us on our way before I have to come back here and fix it again.”

Holder thought for a moment, then replied, “Make it so, Jenna.”

“Aye captain.”

For the next 45 minutes, Powell broke rule after rule for ablator repair. Instead of x-raying the crack she ground it down to 15 centimeters visually. She filled it in with ablator paste and smoothed it by hand before it had cured instead of sanding it once it was dry. By the end of the ordeal, she had used 100 kilos of ablator paste, far less than the 700 the job properly needed. She looked out at a nearby asteroid as they drifted past, and said into her mic, “Miller?”

“Chief?” came Miller’s soft voice through the headset. Powell saw a glint of something off by the big rock in space.

“Tell the captain I’m climbing out. I’ll be at the airlock in 5-” Powell was cut off by a squeel of static and a flash of bright light from the dorsal side of the ship. The shock jolted the Huntington and knocked Powell against the inside of the engine bell. She felt her shoulder crack. The screeching of static faded but was replaced by her own cries of agony. She was floating out towards the center of the nozzle, she couldn’t move her fingers to control the maneuvering pack.

Another flash and another impact jolted the ship vertically. Static filled Powell’s ears as she bounced into the bottom of the engine bell and then up, out into the vast expanse of space.

***

“Owens, damage report,” Holder barked.

Iris Owens responded, “Two detonations in the 2 kiloton range, a kilometer dorsal of us. Numbers 5 and 6 radiators showing a pressure drop. The rest are showing overheat but coming down.”

It had been an ambush. Holder didn’t know how it happened, but it couldn’t have been anything else. Somehow the two ships, 10 light-minutes away from each other, had coordinated. While the Huntington had been busy worrying about the distant ship, another had been hiding behind a nearby asteroid.

There wasn’t time to think about it though, “Miller,” Holder barked, “Pitch us up 115 degrees, roll 45 starboard.”

“Pitch up 115, roll 45 starboard.”

“Powell, what’s your status?”

***

Powell couldn’t move her right arm. The impact had shattered her shoulder blade and humerus. Her RCS system was giving her a warning that one of the quads had malfunctioned. Even if she’d been able to move the translation control, it wouldn’t have done any good.

I’m going to die out here, she realized.

Flashes of warm yellow-white light appeared behind her. The hypergolic RCS system was pitching the ship up, rolling it to the right. She watched as the huge ship seemed to breech like a whale, then pirouette. Over her radio she heard the captain’s voice, “Powell, what’s your status.”

“I’m alive!” she’d never been so happy to hear Terry Holder’s stupid fucking voice, “I’m alive but I can’t get back to the airlock! My thrusters are damaged and my shoulder’s broken.”

“Powell?” came the captain’s voice again, “Powell can you read me?”

“I can read you,” Powell shouted, tearing up from pain, or maybe from fear, “I can read you! Please respond.”

She realized that Holder couldn’t hear her. The wire for the microphone must have been damaged by the impact that broke her shoulder.

She was alone out here.

***

“Miller,” Holder said, “What’s Powell’s biomed say.”

Miller turned red in the face and stammered, “Uhhh,”

“Miller I do not have time for this, what’s her biomed say?”

“She isn’t wearing it.”

“What​?”

“She said she didn’t have time to put it on.”

“Retract her tether.”

“She’s not wearing that either.”

Holder felt ice creep down her spine. The whole scene seemed to go quiet and time stood still. In 8 years as a captain, Holder had never lost a crew member. She hadn’t even considered it a real possibility. But now, with her chief engineer missing and unresponsive, she didn’t know what to do. It felt like she was a lieutenant again, fresh out of training. She looked at Silvera, pleading.

Chester, for his part, looked as disturbed as she was. But he kept his cool, “Its your call, Captain.”

Holder knew what she should do, but that didn’t make it any easier. The fact she couldn’t stand Powell made it even harder, somehow. But if Powell wasn’t responding, and there was no way to retrieve her, then she was dead, one way or the other. Holder didn’t want to think about it.

Time started again, “Owens, get ready to dump ore bay 3. Miller, point the ventral hull at that ship and be ready with a 200m/s dorsal burn.”

***

The ship swung away from Powell, but then continued through its arc and, incredibly, came close enough to her that she was able to grab a handrail, only 20 meters from the airlock.

She scrambled to gain a foothold as she held on tight with her one good arm. This was a long shot, but it was her only hope for survival. She found purchase, and set her aim, then kicked and swung herself around, spinning head over heels. For 3 eternal seconds, she drifted through space, only inky black and stars filling her vision. Then the ship came back into view, and she grabbed at the first thing she could see and held on for dear life.

She’d grabbed one of the many high-gain antennae that dotted the hull. Carefully, she slid her hand down and pulled herself towards the hull. She was only 5 meters from the airlock. As her hand made contact with the hull, she felt a rumble through it. She looked around, and her heart dropped.

***

“Ore bay 3 open, Captain,” said Owens.

“Good. Disengage cargo restraints.”

“Cargo restraints disengaged”

“Miller, 200m/s dorsal,” Holder commanded

“200 m/s dorsal, captain.” Came Miller’s reply.

***

The roof of the ship lit up all around Powell. She could feel the heat from the thrusters. The sudden change in environment made her jump, and she lost her grip on the antenna. Relief turned, once again, to mortal dread as the Huntington sped away from her, leaving her floating, dying, in deep space, billions of kilometers from her home in Dublin.

***

“Dorsal burn complete, captain.” Said Miller.

“Good,” said Holder, “Now put that ore between us and that ship, face us away from it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She would only have one chance to make this work, but Holder was a star poker player and knew how to use a bum hand to her advantage. Hold 3 had, until a minute ago, contained 20,000 metric tons of dense iridium ore. The Huntington didn’t have any armaments, but that didn’t mean she was defenseless.

“Holder, on my mark, engage engines, full power. Skip the purge burn.”

Miller nodded, “Preparing to fire main engines.”

***

The captain had jettisoned the contents of bay 3. Powell was beyond panic now. Not calm, but something else entirely. Numb to everything around her, she watched with a detached fascination as the ship pitched downward and yawed to starboard, before translating forward slightly, and finally starboard. It settled with the #2 engine that she’d just been working on a mere 10 meters away. She could see the big regenerative cooling tubes and the mounting cavity behind them.

She watched as the bell shuddered slightly, and recognition dawned on her. She hoped she wouldn’t feel what was coming next.

***

“Ignition complete.” came Miller’s clipped voice, “Standing by for full-power burn.”

Captain Holder got on the PA, “All hands, prepare for burn in 10 seconds.”

A preternatural calm came over the Captain. She hoped that Powell’s work had been enough. With 3 seconds left before the burn, she opened a channel, hoping Powell would somehow hear her, and said, “Please forgive me, Jenna.”

The two main engines of the Civil Ship Huntington spooled up. The ship’s dual fusion reactors pumping liquefied lithium deuteride into preburners that heated the silver grey dust hot enough to push it past liquid and gas and into ionized plasma, so hot the electrons and nuclei were ripped apart by sheer kinetic energy.

That was only the beginning, though. Next, the reactor squeezed down with a magnetic field stronger than the sun’s, and as the plasma was squeezed and heated even further, strong forces in the lithium atoms broke down, creating hydrogen and tritium, the latter of which sought out another atom to join itself to and, finding deuterium, they embraced, creating helium. As they did, each of them sacrifice a small portion of its mass to ensure this wedding would endure and, in doing so, a tiny fraction of each of those atoms was transformed, vanished from existence, into pure energy. This happened billions of trillions of times in a single second, and all of that energy had to go somewhere. Knowing this, the ship’s computer opened a hole in the magnetic confinement that coincided with the opening in the engine bell. Kinetic energy and Sir Issac’s third law dictated what happpened next.

Superheated plasma existed the engine bell at a temperature unmeasurable by any mechanical means, directly at the mass of iridium behind the ship. Much of the heavy metal immediately evaporated, but some survived, now white-hot and superheated, and heading directly towards the unknown ship assailing the Huntington at nearly 20 million kilometers per hour. The kinetic energy imparted transferred itself immediately to the ship, shredding it as easily as buckshot would disintegrate a clay pigeon. The Huntington sped away under her own power as the enemy ship dissolved under the barrage.

***

There is no air in space, thus there is no convection. There is, however, thermal radiation. The bulk of the plasma had been directed behind the Huntington, but the brilliant white-hot glow of her engines carried heat as well as light. It was this heat, in a pulse that lasted only 10 milliseconds before the Huntington sped away, that struck Jenna Powell.

For 10 milliseconds, every inch of her space suit that had been facing the engine, as well as her face, were heated to incandescence. Only her flesh and hair burned. The suit’s suppression system temporarily flooded her helmet with CO2, which worked to quell it within 2 seconds, but the damage had been done. The exterior of her suit, unable to ignite due to the lack of oxygen, instead boiled off. The sudden release of energy propelling her backwards, away from the rocket blast, saving her from the quick and painless death she had expected.

She screamed. She screamed and she cried. She was alone. Alone, and dying. She thought about home. About the Wicklow Mountains, about the sound of rain on a March evening, about the warmth of her bed. She thought about all of these, and how she would never see them again.

A shadow appeared over her. She felt herself being pulled backwards. Suddenly, an unfamiliar hallway appeared around her. A door closed in front of her, and she heard the hiss of an airlock pressurizing. After the silence of space and her ordeal, the sound was like a hammer in her brain.

She felt artificial gravity engage, and fell to the floor on her broken shoulder. She couldn’t even muster the energy to scream.

A pair of strangely mechanical armored legs appeared in front of her, and she felt herself lifted off the floor by powerful hands. A twisted face came into view, covered in wires and metal.

“Do not resist,” the figure said, its voice feminine and curiously synthetic, “You will become beautiful.”

Jenna Powell blacked out.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Second Half!!!

These ocs start competing on tuesday 25th at 5pm gmt!!!

481. Lassie Rigger (@the-strawberry-mushroom)

482. Kayden Festini (@banitheinabi)

483. Captain Asu Naji (@zombiesama)

484. Blitz Creed (@blurrymango)

485. Ember (@stars-and-embers)

486. SAPPHIRUS (@deroderbs)

487. 56 (@waddledoodledee)

488. Moon (@clownmoontoon)

489. Arioch (@gay-frog-search-history)

490. Samuel & Isabelle (@picatchu)

491. Irving Pasternak (@helldenizen)

492. Arumi & Tetsuo (@nassilove)

493. Fox (@tk-duveraun)

494. Day the Knight (@poicyss)

495. Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots)

496. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

497. Valentine (@teamiibo)

498. Kroma (@the-enby-bird)

499. Doronth god of death - Dory for short (@madphantom)

500. Vulfrix (@luckiestplant)

501. Chae-Yeong Vermeil (@eumenidaes)

502. Connie Andes (@sixofshadowandbone)

503. Flint Lock (@ratpunksdraw)

504. Project 03 or just Three (@whitewomansonicfan)

505. Paws (@zero-1234)

506. Oamar Wood & Laplaces Angel & Hands the bat (@pey-no-attention-to-me)

507. Guy & Pat (@blushingdread)

508. Chester (@animsay28)

509. Blair Vasquez (@micr0machine)

510. Greed (@prettykittylinn)

511. Spectrum (@skyereadsandcommitsartcrimes)

512. Greta Du Pont (@gucciguccigarbage)

[animalcrossingshowdown]

Round 2 least popular villager results:

Reminder that the villager who got the LEAST votes moves on for least popular. Round 3 will start on Tuesday April 4th

Biggest sweeps (85% and over):

Yodel 5.6% / Winnie 94.4% (Yodel twice in a row getting the lowest percentage)

Louie 8.6% / Lobo 91.4%

Boyd 8.9% / Boris 91.1%

Al 9.3% / Alfonso 90.7%

Rizzo 12.7% / Robin 87.3%

Closest Matches (55% and under):

Filbert 45.1% / Felicity 54.9%

Tiansheng 45.2% / Tex 54.8%

Filly 45.5% / Flip 54.5%

Spork/Crackle 45.5% / Sprocket 54.5%

Tammi 46% / Tabby 54%

Nibbles 46.1% / Naomi 53.9%

June 46.2% / Judy 53.8%

Petunia 46.2% / Penelope 53.8%

Broccolo 46.3% / Broffina 53.7%

Axel 46.4% / Ava 53.6%

Chadder 47.4% / Champ 52.6%

Jacob 47.4% / Inkwell 52.6%

Alli 47.6% / Analog 52.4%

Dora 48.3% / Doc 51.7%

Plucky 48.3% / Pompom 51.7%

Klaus 49.1% / Kody 50.9%

Cyrano 49.2% / Deena 50.8%

Iggly 49.6% / Ike 50.4%

Yuka 49.7% / Zoe 50.3%

Sven 50% / Sue E 50% (Sue E technically had more votes, though it was close enough to read as 50/50)

Middle of the pack:

Limberg 15.1% / Liz 84.9%

Moose 15.1% / Monique 84.9%

Chico 15.6% / Chester 84.4%

Barold 16.3% / Beardo 83.7%

Clara 16.5% / Claudia 83.5%

Sylvia 16.6% / Sydney 83.4%

Sandy 16.8% / Savannah 83.2%

Quillson 17.2% / Queenie 82.8%

Pigleg 17.7% / Piper 82.3%

Tiara 17.8% / Timbra 82.2%

Gruff 18.1% / Groucho 81.9%

Prince 18.1% / Poncho 81.9%

Jambette 20.2% / Jay 79.8%

Paula 20.6% / Peanut 79.4%

Ricky 20.9% / Rhonda 79.1%

Rory 21.5% / Roswell 78.5%

Elise 21.7% / Egbert 78.3%

Cesar 21.9% / Cece 78.1%

Mott 22.8% / Murphy 77.2%

Rocket 23.1% / Rod 76.9%

Croque 23.4% / Cranston 76.6%

Benedict 23.6% / Becky 76.4%

Charlise 23.6% / Cheri 76.4%

Weldon 23.6% / Willow 76.4%

Hippeux 24% / Holden 76%

Emerald 24.1% / Étoile 75.9%

Twirp 25.2% / Twiggy 74.8%

Gigi 25.5% / Gloria 74.5%

Rasher 26.3% / Quinn 73.7%

Harry 26.8% / Hector 73.2%

Graham 27% / Gonzo 73%

Leigh 27% / Leonardo 73%

Cashmere 27.3% / Carrie 72.7%

Sheldon 28% / Shari 72%

Flossie 28.2% / Francine 71.8%

Peewee 28.4% / Peggy 71.6%

Astrid 28.8% / Aurora 71.2%

Annalise 29% / Antonio 71%

Midge 29.2% / Merry 70.8%

Truffles 29.3% / Toby 70.7%

Aziz 30.1% / Bangle 69.9%

Curly 30.1% / Cupcake 69.9%

Candi 30.4% / Carmen 69.6%

Vladimir 30.4% / W. Link 69.6%

Bitty 30.7% / Bill 69.3%

Derwin 30.7% / Del 69.3%

Admiral 31.4% / Agent S 68.6%

Puck 31.4% / Pudge 68.6%

Rowan 31.7% / Sally 68.3%

Anicotti 32.1% / Angus 67.9%

Huck 32.7% / Hopper 67.3%

Marcy 33.3% / Marcel 66.7%

Dozer 33.4% / Drake 66.6%

Megan 33.6% / Meow 66.4%

Diva 33.7% / Dizzy 66.3%

Kitt 33.7% / Kit 66.3%

Madam Rosa 33.8% / Lyman 66.2%

Simon 33.8% / Sly 66.2%

Wart Jr. 34% / Walt 66%

Buck 34.2% / Bud 65.8%

Boone 34.2% / Bonbon 65.8%

Masa 34.4% / Medli 65.6%

Keaton 35.1% / Katt 64.9%

Oxford 35.6% / Otis 64.4%

Ganon 36% / Gabi 64%

Rodney 36.1% / Rollo 63.9%

Stinky 36.1% / Sterling 63.9%

Rhoda 36.5% / Renée 63.5%

Chops 36.7% / Chuck 63.3%

Phil 36.8% / Pierre 63.2%

Kevin 37% / Kidd 63%

Olaf 37% / Olive 63%

Mira 37.2% / Moe 62.8%

Shinabiru 38.2% / Shoukichi 61.8%

Elvis 38.6% / Elmer 61.4%

Fruity 38.6% / Friga 61.4%

Biff 38.9% / Betty 61.1%

Pancetti 39.4% / Paolo 60.6%

Gaston 39.6% / Gen 60.4%

Patricia 39.8% / Pate 60.2%

Violet 39.9% / Vic 60.1%

Coach 40.5% / Clyde 59.5%

Valise 41% / Velma 59%

Tank 41.1% / Tarou 58.9%

Marlo 41.4% / Margie 58.6%

Maelle 41.6% / Mallary 58.4%

Frank 42.4% / Frett 57.6%

Hank 43.1% / Hambo 56.9%

Sparro 43.1% / Snooty 56.9%

Lucha 43.5% / Lulu 56.5%

Nindori 43.6% / O'Hare 56.4%

Jitters 43.8% / Jūbei 56.2%

Buzz 44.1% / Cally 55.9%

Colton 44.4% / Cole 55.6%

Faith 44.5% / Eugene 55.5%

Blaire 44.8% / Bluebear 55.2%

Benjamin 44.8% / Bessie 55.2%

[acvillagerdeathmatch]

This is gonna be the pinned post where I list all the polls as they go up! So it's gonna change! Give me a minute if im slow to update this post because I'm BUSY. I have THINGS TO DO.

Shitty tournament diagram pls enjoy my terrible handwriting.

Active polls:

Round 2:

Shino v Bruce

Chief v Audie

Amelia v Sunny

Meow v Apollo

Pierre v Walt

Vesta v Bob

Butch v Coco

Bam v Beau

Kabuki v Lolly

Kitty v Ankha

Tangy v Purrl

Willow v Bow

Petri v Molly

Sasha v Shep

Fauna v Lopez

Sherb v Chevre

Skye v Kyle

Marshal v Cheri

Etoile v Pietro

Olivia v Marina

Agnus v Pekoe

Gayle v Roald

Goldie v Whitney

Merengue v Margie

Dotty v Judy

Muffy v Cherry

Sprinkle v Chai

Stitches v Rosie

Punchy v Diana

Cephalobot v Lily

Ketchup v Lucky

Gladys v Maple

Completed polls:

Round 1:

Nindori, Wolfgang, Marshal, Hans, Epona, Frita, Ed, Eugene, Ace

Croque, Drift, Bertha, Ankha, Eunice, Bonbon, Hopkins, Diva, Leopold

Ozzie, Analog, Anicotti, Roscoe, Stitches, Cranston, Kiki, Megan, Boris

Megumi, Pancetti, Drake, Zucker, Etoile, Ione, Gen, W. Link, Deena

Rizzo, Pecan, Leonardo, Hugh, Alice, Henry, Chai, Cyrano, Curlos

Flurry, Vivian, Genji, Fang, Kit, Wendy, Azalea, Tammy, Beau

Tasha, Pango, Sprinkle, Kidd, Egbert, Barold, Lobo, Del, Pate

Mott, Peck, Robin, Margie, Chops, Hippeux, Big Top, Flip, Annalisa

Woolio, Rodeo, Rodney, Lulu, Nate, Eloise, Bam, Beardo, Cleo

Inkwell, Paula, Sheldon, Shep, Lucha, Sandy, Jeremiah, Bill, Benedict

Mint, Elmer, Tia, Dobie, Lucy, Betty, Goose, Sasha, Muffy

Sue E, Stu, Petunia, Lyman, Bella, Gloria, Doc, Bruce, Jane

Rolf, Sylvana, Melba, Tammi, Lionel, Murphy, Frett, Samson, Coco

Cupcake, Limberg, Fruity, Dotty, Iggly, Bluebear, Louie, Annalise, Olivia

Vladimir, Rudy, Sven, Shoukichi, Liz, Purrl, Holden, Moe, Dozer

Angus, Broccolo, Blaire, Dizzy, Jay, Frobert, Norma, Lucky, Renee

Tex, Violet, Skye, Sly, Medli, Otis, Kody, Reneigh, Graham

Nosegay, Maddie, Quillson, Shari, Teddy, Sunny, Sally/Hazel, Walker, Snake

Nan, Peaches, Madam Rosa, Lily, Dora, Freya, Cole, Iggy, Bettina

Shino, Spork/Crackle, Scoot, Pompom, Flossie, Knox, Dom, Frank, Anabelle

Pashmina, Piper, Octavian, Lolly, Drago, Bree, Bessie, Alli, Benjamin

Sherb, Tutu, Rooney, Rocket, Diana, Pinky, Curly, Mitzi, Admiral

Tucker, Velma, Sterling, Nibbles, Baabara, Flash, Champ, Joey, Chief

Stella, Wade, Punchy, Poko, Ike, Pierce, Aurora, Boyd, Canberra

Puck, T-bone, Opal, Mallary, Bob, Hank, Blanche, Cyd, Axel

Ketchup, Kevin, Monique, Francine, Astrid, Bitty, Antonio, Hamphrey, Becky

Klaus, Meow, Hector, Hamlet, Belle, Filly, Clay, Emerald, Cobb

Plucky, Valise, Mathilda, Mac, Cephalobot, Ken, Carrot, Filbert, Claude

Victoria, Willow, Zoe, Ursala, Moose, Olaf, Grizzly, Gwen, Chico

Marty, Phoebe, Maelle, Keaton, Freckles, Katt, Carmen, Judy, Cece

Savannah, Poncho, Stinky, Gayle, Billy, Elise, Bangle, Bud, Avery

Truffles, Zell, Tabby, Shinabiru, Petri, Ricky, Maggie, Raddle, Flora

Prince, Tybalt, Vesta, Patricia, Chow, Nana, Chevre, Gonzo, Chadder

Oxford, Jitters, Peanut, Jacques, Felyne, Aziz, Claudia, Apple, Apollo

Miranda, Molly, Tom, Marcel, Clara, Harry, Bones, Maple, Cesar

Quetzal, Whitney, Winnie, Joe, Ganon, Patty, Bea, Mira, Groucho

Ribbot, Sparro, Ruby, Midge, Biff, Marina, Anchovy, Papi, Camofrog

Quinn, Pierre, Spike, Merry, Gladys, June, Gruff, Olive, Carmen

Paolo, Lulu, Vic, Juubei, Lopez, Gala, Deidre, Elvis, Gabi

Sprocket, Static, Marcie, Marlo, Goldie, Julian, Felicity, Huggy, Ellie

Rowan, Viche, Twiggy, Greta, Puddles, Penny, Cally/Sally, Bow, Chuck

Penelope, Slyvia, Pekoe, Peewee, Fuschia, Leigh, Jambette, Masa, Boots

Simon, Weldon, Queenie, Kitty, Curt, Amelia, Agent S, Pigleg, Alfonso

Rocco, Toby, Tiansheng, Rhoda, Hambo, Naomi, Bunnie, Hazel, Audie

Rollo, Yodel, Kyle, Tipper, Flo, Kabuki, Candi, Colton, Broffina

Tiffany, Weber, Gaston, Chelsea, Elina, Bubbles, Boone, Buzz, Agnes

Peggy, O'Hare, Yuka, Monty, Chester, Cookie, Celia, Koharu, Butch

Sydney, Rory, Wart Jr., Pudge, Kid Cat, Merengue, Fauna, Pippy, Cube

Rex, Timbra, Tank, Rasher, Cheri, Faith, Ava, Huck, Chabwick

Poppy, Roswell, Pietro, Phil, Hopper, Kitt, Clyde, Erik, Boomer

Twirp, Rod, Rosie, Rhonda, Rio, Portia, Julia, Coach, Cousteau

Tangy, Tarou, Tad, Hornsby, Daisy, Deli, Buck, Chrissy, Al

Rilla, Snooty, Marcy, Cherry, Biskit, Carrie, Bianca, Caroline/Bliss, Aisle

Soleil, Tiara, Roald, Jakey/Jacob, Friga, Gigi, Charlise, Derwin, Cashmere

Raymond, Walt

[absentia-if]

Song Recommendations

Kade/Kara: Who Am I To Stand In Your Way by Chester See.

Michael/Margot: What Ifs by Kane Brown ft. Lauren Alaina.

Blaine/Blaire: How Did I Fall In Love With You by Backstreet Boys.

Wren/Wynn: I Found You by Andy Grammer.

Nicholas/Natalie: Bring Me The Night by KHS.

All: If You Love Her by Forest Blakk.

[ofmagicallonging]

So here's the full list of muses getting dropped, put on selective and will be moving on here from discord.

All the ones getting dropped will have all their threads dropped as well. I might bring some muses back if things lead that way. If you're interacting with a dropped muse, we can still thread if you want someone else.

Muses to be dropped

Ophelia ~ the angel

Calix ~ the elf

India ~ The thunderbird

Francis ~ The vampire

Muses to become selective (I need to see how they write a bit more before making a decision whether I'm keeping them)

Timothy ~ The wolf

Ronnie ~ the gorgon

Chester ~ The Dragon

Bea ~ the sucubus

Muse to be added in the future (I've got to do some work on her first and get drafts down)

Nellie Blair ~ The firebird.

[fan-of-mulligan]

FOM BLOG: MY UPDATED FOOTBALL STADIUM CHECK LIST - 2022 / 2023

This Stadium List Has Been Updated On 31st May 2023 / At The End Of The 2022 / 2023 Season......

I will start off by naming the grounds I have been too, this could take a while.

Accrington Stanley - The Crown Ground

AFC Fylde - Mill Farm

AFC Wimbledon - Kingsmeadow And New Plough Lane

AFC Bournemouth - Dean Court

Aldershot Town - The EBB Stadium

Ashford United - The Homelands

Barnet - Underhill and The Hive

Barnsley - Oakwell

Barrow - Holker Street

Bearsted - Honey Lane

Billericay Town - New Lodge

Birmingham City - St Andrews

Blackburn Rovers - Ewood Park

Blackpool - Bloomfield Road

Bolton Wanderers - The Macron Stadium

Brackley Town - St James Park

Bradford City - Valley Parade

Brentford -  Griffin Park And The Gtech Community Stadium

Brighton & Hove Albion - The Amex Arena and Withdean Stadium

Bristol City - Ashton Gate

Bristol Rovers - The Memorial Stadium

Bromley - Hayes Lane

Burton Albion - The Pirelli Stadium

Bury - Gigg Lane

Cambridge United - Abbey Stadium

Carlisle United -  Brunton Park

Charlton Athletic - The Valley

Chatham Town - The Sports Ground

Cheltenham Town - Whaddon Road

Chester City - The Exacta Stadium

Chesterfield - The Proact Stadium and Saltergate

Colchester United - Weston Homes Community Stadium

Coventry City - Sixfields and The Ricoh Arena

Crawley Town - Broadfield Stadium

Crewe Alexandra - Gresty Road

Crystal Palace - Selhurst Park

Dagenham & Redbridge - Victoria Road

Dartford - Princes Park

Darlington - The Darlo Arena

Doncaster Rovers - Keepmoat Stadium

Dover Athletic - The Crabble

Ebbsfleet United - Stonebridge Road

Exeter City - St James Park

Faversham Town - Salters Lane

Folkestone Invicta - Cheriton Road

Fleetwood Town - Highbury Stadium

Gillingham - Priestfield Stadium (Of Course)

Gillingham Town - Hardings Lane - Only went to view the stadium, not watch a game there

Grimsby Town - Blundell Park

Hartlepool United -  Victoria Park

Harrogate Town - Wetherby Road

Hereford United - Edgar Street

Herne Bay - Winch's Field

Hollands & Blair - Star Meadow Sports Stadium

Huddersfield Town - Galpharm Stadium

Hythe Town - Reachfields Stadium

Ipswich Town - Portman Road

K Sports FC - K Sports Cobdown

Leeds United - Elland Road

Leyton Orient - Brisbane Road

Lincoln City - Sincil Bank

Luton  Town - Kenilworth Road

Maidstone United - The Gallagher Stadium

Manchester United - Old Trafford ( But this was only a tour of the stadium, not to watch a game)

Mansfield Town - Field Mill

Macclesfield Town - Moss Rose

Margate - Hartsdown Park

Millwall - The Den

Milton Keynes Dons - stadium mk

Morecambe - The Globe Arena and Christie Park

Newport County - Rodney Parade

Northampton Town - Sixfields

Norwich City - Carrow Road

Nottingham Forest - The City Ground

Notts County - Meadow Lane

Oldham Athletic - Boundary Park

Oxford United - The Kassam Stadium

Peterborough United - London Road

Phoenix Sports - The Mayplace Ground

Plymouth Argyle - Home Park

Port Vale - Vale Park

Portsmouth - Fratton Park

Preston North End - Deepdale

Ramsgate - Southwood Stadium

Reading - Madejski Stadium

Rochdale - Spotland

Rotherham United - The New York Stadium, Don Valley and Millmoor

Salford City - Peninsula Stadium

Scunthorpe United - Glanford Park

Sittingbourne - Bourne Park (For The Concord Rangers V Gillingham Game)

Sheffield United - Bramall Lane

Sheffield Wednesday - Hillsborough Stadium

Sheppey United - The Havill Stadium

Shrewsbury Town - Greenhous Meadow

Slough Town - Arbour Park

Southampton - St Mary's Stadium

Southend United - Roots Hall

Stevenage - Broadhall Way

Stockport County - Edgeley Park

Sunderland - Stadium Of Light

Sutton United - Gander Green Lane

Swansea City - Liberty Stadium

Swindon Town - The County Ground

Tonbridge Angels - Longmead Stadium

Torquay United - Plainmoor

Tottenham - White Heart Lane (The Old Stadium)

Tranmere Rovers - Prenton Park

Walsall - The Bescot Stadium

Watford - Vicarage Road

Welling United - Park View Road

Whitstable Town - The Belmont Ground

Wigan Athletic - DW Stadium

Wolverhampton Wanderers - Molineux

Wycombe Wanderers - Adams Park

VCD Athletic - The Oakwood

Yeovil Town - Huish Park

York City - Bootham Crescent

Wembley Stadium - for Gillingham's promotion into League One in 2009 and for Tunbridge Wells defeat in The FA Vase Final in 2013, And I watched Cray Valley at The FA Trophy And FA Vase Finals Day.

[animalcopingnewhorizons]

Villager's Vacation Homes Roundup Post #1

This is a list of some of the vacation homes I have created in AC HHP and posted on Tumblr so far.

Billy's Pottery Studio

A Relaxing Reading Room for Eloise, More here, Norma moved in & expanded

Willow's Home for a Coffee Lover, Exterior, Boomer moved in & remodeled

A Place to Literally Chill for Tutu, Exterior, more here, Puck moved in & remodeled, close-ups

Bertha's Bungalow of Cozy Baskets

My Pretentious Palace for Pudge

Clyde's Wood-Burning Bungalow

An Eco-friendly Environment for Mathilda

Peewee's Elite Sports Gym, Rio moved in & expanded

A Florist's Flower Shop for Aurora, Bob moved in & expanded

Harry's Messy Manor, Wart Jr. moved in

A Home with Fruit Flavor for Blaire, Exterior, Apple moved in & remodeled, close-ups

Nibble's Study Space, Exterior, more here, Derwin moved in & remodeled

A Little Slice of Fall for Deirdre

Maggie's Garden of Restoration, Dora moved in & expanded

A Home with Woodsy Smells for Stu

Nan's Luxury Hotel, Exterior, Zell moved in

Contrast Courtyard for Queenie

Gayle's Home on the Prairie, More here, Exterior, Tipper moved in

Hippeux's Legendary Art Studio, Agnes moved in & remodeled

The Robo Depot for Sprocket, Exterior, Murphy moved in

Pango's Ultimate Beauty Salon, Exterior, Flip moved in

A Gamer's Bunker for Sparro, After Dark, Claude moved in & expanded

Jambette's Beauty School Dream, Gwen moved in & remodeled

My Fashion-Mag Office for Bitty

Cherry's Runway for a Fashion Show, Exterior, Chrissy moved in & expanded

Alli's Mushroom Forest

A Real Chef's Chateau for Goldie, Exterior, Tammy moved in & remodeled, changed exterior to Green

Marina's Underwater Palace, Octavian moved in

A Wired Café for Pate

Rosie's Very Own Talent Agency

A Park for the Peckish for Nana, Exterior

Merengue's Dessert R & D Dept., Exterior, more here, Cheri moved in & remodeled

Campground for Glamping for Gonzo, Exterior, more here, Leopold moved in

Timbra's Star-filled Sanctuary, Julian moved in, Exterior

Total Blank Slate for Renée

Festival Grounds for Zucker, Exterior, more here

Curly's Game-Development Studio, Exterior, Maddie moved in & remodeled & expanded upstairs

An Elegant Euro Pied-à-Terre for Monique, Exterior, Celia moved in & remodeled

Chester's Dream Bamboo Garden, Exterior, stylized, more here, Diana moved in

The Fishin' Hole for Ace

[anradalikesfish]

wanna rifht smthn abt

but i SUCK at writing

ps their names are blair, allium, akita and chester, respectively

[w3bkinz]

hi i’m dyl! i’ll save the intro & list all of my current webkinz :)

Buffalo — Bill

Groundhog — Chester Chubs

Polar Bear — Blizzard

Koala Bear — Kimmy

Leopard — Lizzie

Love Monkey — Taffy

Elephant — Agnes

Lion — Leon

Kangaroo — Kanga

Brown Dog — Bubbles

Black Bear — Henry

Monkey — Kiwi

Husky — Cloud

Spotted Seal — Albert (Bertie)

Jellybean Puppy — Jelly

Panda — Puddles

Googles — Mr. Quackers

Spotted Frog — Hopscotch

Siamese Cat — Susan

Duck — Ducky

Reindeer — Bo

German Shepherd — Magnolia

Black Lab — Junie

Penguin — Otis

Emperor Dragon — Fang

Zebra — Zora

Caterpillar — Heimlich

Persian Cat — Sweetie

Lamb — Lamby (Lam-Bee)

Golden Retriever — Buttercup

Cocker Spaniel — Blossom

Himalayan Cat — Cinnamon

Rainbow Pegasus — Thunder

White Terrier — Betty

Love Lion — Cupid

Hippo — Ernie

Spotted Leopard — Pepper

Black and White Cat — Mr. Mistoffelees

American Cocker Spaniel — Lilybelle

Tie Dye Frog — Glitter

Alley Cat — Corbin

Walrus — Harvey

Baby Penguin — Splash

Grey Owl — Merlin

Turtle — Franklin

Mud Hippo — Jem

Skunk — Flower

Rabbit — Ruby

Bullfrog — Frogbert

Misty Puppy — Silvermist

Pig — Butter

Rhino — Rhonda

Pink Poodle — Pixie

Chimpanzee — Monty

Caramel Lion — Twix

Raccoon — Sunshine

Cheeky Monkey — Chip

Love Puppy — Pinkie

Green Earth Puppy — Harmony

Pinto Horse — Sparkles

Tiger Snake — Stanley

Cow — Dottie

Seal — Slushie

Black and White Cheeky Dog — Sparky

lil kinz

Tiger — Sunny

Hippo — Faya

Googles — Tulip

Bulldog — Rex

Penguin — Ziggy

Tomato Clown Fish — Finn

Blue Trigger Fish — Ripley

Polar Bear — Viola

Husky — Sky

Black Poodle — Blair

Basset Hound — Rocky

Pig — Popcorn

Black and White Cat — Magic

Cocker Spaniel — Flora

St Bernard — Little Stompy

Clydesdale Horse — Dale

Black and White Cheeky Dog — Marcy

Lion — Leroy

Elephant — Elizaphant

Frog — Wendy

Tree Frog — Mr. Hopper

note: my Buffalo is the only plush i have left from my childhood (although i had over 200 as a kid) and the rest i have collected in adulthood!

this post will be updated accordingly once i collect more!

[strikersunindie]

23c eric/blair

"Damn, that ass just never stops being delicious." After biting both cheeks, Eric spanked Chester's ass with both hands in order to leave a decent handprint on them. "Why has it been so long?" he muttered before returning his face to Chester's hole, tongue pushing through the ring of muscle while the beard scratched and tickled at either sides of it. Hands grabbed each cheek and spread them apart while Chester had to continue holding himself in this stress position. "Oh yeah, because you're too busy trying to be a good little pup. That why you haven't come find me all this time?" he asked, rubbing that chin against the hole as if he were trying to push that in. "

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Sydney Woods acquitté sur une accusation de tentative de meurtre," La Patrie. May 20, 1933. Page 3. --- Il était accusé d'avoir attaqué le garde Miron du pénitencier lors de la mutinerie du 7 novembre dernier. - Les autres procès. --- Sydney Woods. 23 ans, accusé de tentative de meurtre sur le garde Miron, du pénitencier de Saint-Vincent de Paul, a été acquitté en Cour d'Assises, hier après-midi. Woods a accueilli le verdict avec un sourire. Il a ensuite serré la main de son avocat, Me J. Robinson. Woods est un des onze bagnards accusés d'offenses diverses à la suite de la mutinerie du Pénitencier de Saint-Vincent de Paul, le 7 novembre dernier. Il est au bagne depuis un an sur a sentence de 15 ans. Il devra subir encore son procès sur l'accusation de bris de prison et de dommages à la propriété. On sait que Marcel Bélair, le premier des prévenus à subir son procès sous la même accusation a été trouvé coupable d'avoir causé des blessures graves au garde Miron, tandis que Roméo Caron s'est avoué coupable d'avoir causé des blessures graves. Il reste encore les procès des bagnards suivants sous d'autres accusations: Roméo Caron, tentative de meurtre sur la personne de l'instructeur Isaie Galarneau, bris de prison et dommages; Marcel Blair, bris de prison et crime d'incendie; Sydney Woods, bris de prison et dommages: Jules Lagacé, tentative de meurtre, crime d'incendie et dommages: Alphonse Croteau. crime d'incendie; Charles Howard. Wilfrid Pelletler et Georges Gagnon, bris de prison et crime d'incendie; Emile Solkolski, voles de fait et crime d'incendie; Howard McDonald, tentative de meurtre. bris de prison et crime d'incendie: enfin. Chester Crosley, accusé de trois offenses.

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Muse List

Here's a quick run down of all my muses. For further details, please read this.

• The Banshee - Nilo Winter - Male - 25 - Pansexual - Switch - Dylan Llewellyn •

• The Gifted Human - Sonny Hawkins - Non Binary - 22 - Pansexual - Submissive - David Ianco •

• The Hellhound - Georgie Monroe - Female - 27 - Bisexual - Switch - Antonia Gentry •

• The Nymph - Nellie Blair - Female - 21 - Pansexual - Submissive - Olivia Holt •

• The Siren - Fletcher Herrera - Male - 32 - Bisexual - Submissve - Tom Hughes •

• The Witch - Robin Turner - Male - 25 - Pansexual - Switch - Toby Regbo •

Selective Muses

• The Dragon - Chester Minworth - Male - 26 - Bisexual - Submissive - Timothee Chalamet •

• The Gorgon - Ronnie Livingston- Female - Bisexual - Submissive - Sarah Hyland •

• The Succubus - Bea (Beatrice) Little - Female - Unknown - Demisexual - Submissive - Lana Condor •

• The Wolf - Timothy Windsor - Male - 40 - Homosexual - Submissive Switch - Chris Evans •

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