#ft. blue and adder

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hi MiteClan!!! Bluerip and Addersky are my favorite MiteClan guys <3 seems like trouble is brewing in LeafClan though 😳

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✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Robin Micah Ames

Nicknames: Robbie.

Name Meanings: Robin- English, “Bright Fame” ; Micah- Hebrew "Who is Like God?" ; Ames-, “Friend” 

Date of Birth: March 28th, 1875 (Easter Sunday).

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: English/Welsh

Residence: The Wedge Inn.

✧ APPEARANCE ✧

Hogwarts Faceclaim: young Alex Pettyfer

Adult Faceclaim: slightly taller Alex Pettyfer.

Height: 6 ft

Build: Athletic

Hair: Blond hair cut short

Eye Color: Crystal Blue 

Scarring:

Three scars on his forehead above his right eye from an attack by Dark Wizards as a child.

One long ugly scar on his back from fighting a giant spider (got him from behind).

Modifications: (glasses, piercings, tattoos, etc.) his right ear is pierced (a tradition held by sailors)

Other Distinguishing Marks: None.

Clothing Style: trousers, simple shirt, and a flat cap. Wears his robe as little as possible, hates it.

Accessories: A pocket watch that doesn't run, he uses it to get out of conversations.

What’s in His Pockets: His wand and an adder stone

What’s in His School Bag: Textbooks, quills and ink, parchment bound into a notebook, a star chart, notes from Benny, and a sketchbook.

Accent: English

✧ SPEECH & LANGUAGE ✧

Dialect: Standard English and Lanky.

Languages Spoken: English, Welsh

Languages Understood: English, Welsh

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: 

- ENTJ (Commander),

They are natural-born leaders with an unparalleled drive to turn their visions into reality. Their strategic minds excel at seeing the big picture, identifying long-term goals, and devising efficient plans to achieve them. They possess a rare combination of confidence, charisma, and decisiveness that draws others to them and inspires them to follow their lead.

Positive Traits: Brave, loyal, kind, cool-headed, honest

Neutral Traits: sarcastic, dry humor, direct, cunning.

Negative Traits: irritable, bad liar even when it's important, stubborn.

Common Stressors: classes, looking after Benny, the fact Streelers exist,

Comforting Things: Flying, Reading, Quidditch once he discovers it, looking after his brother Benny, dueling.

Interests & Hobbies: Flying, Quidditch Commentating, dueling, drawing, hiking.

Description: Robin Ames was not a typical Slytherin, he would sacrifice his ambitions for his brothers and friends and often did. He was a horrible, horrible liar, no one ever believed his lies and he was overall considered a disgrace as a Slytherin.

That being said, Robin was not nice but he was kind and treated people well, he made no distinction between class or blood Status, which was unusual at the time.

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Pear Wood, 11 inches, and Flexible.

This golden-toned wood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous and the wise. Possessors of pear wands are, in my experience, usually popular and well-respected. I do not know of a single instance where a pear wand has been discovered in the possession of a Dark witch or wizard. Pear wands are among the most resilient, and I have often observed that they may still present a remarkable appearance of newness, even after many years of hard use.

Other Magical Abilities: None

Patronus: A hare.

Patronus Memory: Holding Benny for the first time after he was born.

Boggart: The Dark Wizard that attacked him and his family

Riddikulus: The Wizard trips and breaks his nose.

Amortentia:

Robin  smells like Old books, fir trees, pears, something sweet yet sharp, and ink.

Robin smells apples, fresh air, and hay.

Mirror of Erised: The Dark Wizard dead and his family safe. After it's discovered the man died at sea, he sees Benny and River happy and his parents gravestones.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Slytherin

OWL Classes:

Astronomy — O

Charms — O

Defense Against the Dark Arts — O

Flying — EE

Herbology — A

History of Magic — EE

Potions — EE

Transfiguration — EE

OWL Electives:

Divination- O

Study of Ancient Runes — EE

NEWT Classes:

Charms — EE

Defense Against the Dark Arts — O

Potions — A

Divination- A

Extracurriculars: Crossed Wands Dueling Club and Astronomy Club.

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ; Gringotts Bank, Self employed.

Professions:

Age 18 to 26- Cursebreaker for Gringotts Bank.

Age 26 to 60- Freelance Cursebreaker with his wife Katherine and cousin Dylan.

✧ FAMILY ✧

Father: Donald Alexander Ames.

Born in 1850, he was the only child of Jacob and Alice Ames, who belong to the 'off' branch of the Ames family. He grew up in an inn in an isolated wizarding Hamlet called The Wedge. His parents had a nasty habit of murdering muggles and lone half-bloods and stealing their belongings.

Eventually they were caught by Muggle Authorities and were allowed to be executed by them and Donald was sent to live with his uncle Robert at the age of seven.

Unfortunately, his parents had left their mark, Donald was a cruel and conniving man and the Sorting Hat barely touched his head before sorting him into Slytherin, where he met Lucy.

Oddly enough, he has one good quality: he finds Blood Purism and bigotry to be distasteful, the aspect of his parents targeting innocent muggles (especially children) always deeply bothered him and he feels they got what they deserved.

He's a terrible father though, he does not like his children, having them was an unpleasant surprise, and the only one that's a Slytherin (Robin) is really bad at being Slytherin.

Donald made his parents Inn into a reputable bed and breakfast. He died of Dragonpox complications in 1928.

Robin doesn't like his father much and generally ignores him whenever possible.

Mother: Lucy Jeanne, Morgan

Born in Wizarding Cardiff to James and Agnes Morgan in 1850. Agnes was a witch and worked as a midwife and James was a muggle, he worked as a pharmacist.

Lucy was the oldest of three children, the younger two being twins, Glynis and Glenn, both of whom were also magically inclined She was a peevish and unpleasant child but otherwise not remarkable.

She sorted into Slytherin after being a Hatstall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin for eight minutes.

Lucy married Donald after he was established in the Inn (they were both 23) and she had River a year later in 1874. In 1875, she had Robin and in 1883 she had Benjamin.

She wasn't as openly disdainful as her husband but she treated her children like dolls and didn't really know what to do once they gained opinions and general sentience. She does love them in her own way though and keep all their Hogwarts letters in frames.

Lucy died of old age at the age of 84 in 1934.

Robin likes his mother as a person but not as a mother.

Brother: River Edmund Ames.

Born on October 31st, 1874. River was the first child , a Ravenclaw, and was expected to run his parents Inn as they aged. He Did Not Do That and became a train driver for the Hogwarts Express. He married Natty Onai and had two sons Samuel and Kian.

He was very quiet and very serious as a student and excelled in Care of Magical Creatures and Ghoul Studies, the latter due to living in a very haunted Inn.

Robin loves his brother and they're very close.

River has a strange dislike for Leander Weasley, it is on sight if he even thinks he glimpses the other boy.

Faceclaim: Toby Regbo

Brother: Benjamin Matthew Ames AKA Benny.

Born on June 3rd, 1883. He was the baby of the family, was sorted into Hufflepuff, and wasn't expected to be much by his parents.

He became a wandmaker and owned his own Wand Shop in Nova Scotia, Canada, called Ames Wandwoods (Still exists today). Benny was often in the Hogsmede Ollivander's and had a million questions for poor Gerbold Ollivander.

He married his childhood sweetheart Molly Cash and they had four children: Jack, Acacia, Letty, and Mark.

He was very cheerful and hardworking, most people liked him at Hogwarts. He was a perfect and head boy while there.

Robin adores Benny and is very protective over him and Benny loves Robin. He follows him everywhere when he can get away with it.

Benny was very fond of Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, the latter of whom pretended to be annoyed by it.

Faceclaim: Young Freddie Highmore

Cousin: Dylan John Wright

Born on January 3rd 1875 to Glynis Morgan, Lucy's little sister. No one knew who the father was and Glynis was quickly married off to a Pureblood named Thomas Wright. Thomas was the only father Dylan ever knew and was an overall good father to him, adopting him at two years old.

Dylan and Glynis came to live and work at the Inn after Thomas was killed in his work as an Unspeakable when Dylan was eight.

Dylan was sorted into Slytherin after being a Hatstall between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He's cunning, a bit ruthless, and a fierce fighter.

He joins Robin in his Cursebreaking ventures after several failed attempts at business, including a general store in America.

Robin and Dylan are thick as thieves and consider the other their best friend.

Faceclaim: Finn Wolfhard

Pets: 

Childhood: A large calico cat named Miss Lily and a great horned owl named Annis.

Adulthood: One albino owl named Snowy and a crup named David.

✧ ROMANCE & CHILDREN ✧

Love Interest: Katherine Louise Ames Formerly Katherine Louise Weeks.

Sons: Henry James Weeks and Andrew Sebastian Ames AKA Andy.

Daughter: Vera Jane Ames.

✧ OTHER RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Best Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, and Dylan Wright.

Close Friends: TBD

Friends:

TBD

Acquaintances: TBD

It’s Complicated: TBD

Hogwarts Dormmates: Dylan, three other spots.

Rivals: TBD

Enemies: Any blood purist

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Place of Birth: St. Mungo's, London.

Hometown: The Wedge (Hamlet) , Lancashire England.

Childhood: 

Robin and River spent a lot of their childhood staying out of their father's way and dealing with their mother's oddities while helping in the Inn. After Dylan moved in they spent hours exploring the countryside and hiding from their parents.

Benny's birth was the one bright spot in Robin' life.

Hogwarts Years:

Robin ended up entering Hogwarts in his Fifth year due to an attack by a Dark Wizard (that his father had offended) nearly rendering him, his brother, and his cousin into Squibs. Professor Fig managed to coax them out of their shells and back into Magic.

Adulthood:

After graduating from Hogwarts, Robin worked as a Cursebreaker for Gringotts Bank and met Katherine Weeks, an American Witch and consultant on unique American cursed artifacts.

They fell in love, to the annoyance of Robin's parents and to the delight of Katherine's, both were the children of Purebloods but Katherine's mother Em was a Squib and her father Frank was not gifted at magic, both becoming apple farmers rather than entering any strictly magical field as a result.

They got married , left Gringotts, and started their own Cursebreaking business with the help of Dylan Wright.

Old Age:

Robin spends time with his surviving immediate family (Benny, Katherine, and Dylan, River dies in his late forties) and friends. He gets very good at muggle chess.

Death: 

Robin died of old age in 1970 while sleeping in his favorite chair. He was 95 years old and left two surviving children, four grandchildren , and eight great grandchildren: Rubin Orn, Wren Ames, Fiadah O'Faud, Jacob 'Danny' Ames, Bryn Ames, Hecate Ames, Sean Ames, and Evangeline Baker-Ames.

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧ 

Favorite Color: Gray.

Favorite Foods: Cauldron cakes, baked fish, and lamb

Favorite Drinks: Butterbeer, ginger ale.

Favorite Weather: Foggy.

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Book: Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne.

Dislikes: Bullies, Streelers, his dad, licorice, and chocolate frogs (he doesn't think they should move.)

Trivia:

Robin is the great-grandfather of the Ames children. He met Rubin, Wren, Fiadah, and Danny but died before the others were born. He was particularly fond of Fiadah and would have loved Sean and Hecate.

He and River burned down his parents Inn after their death and freed many of the trapped spirits of his grandparents victims.

He loved the invention of the Television and was very fond of the Twilight Zone and Doctor Who.

Robin once killed an early version of a death eater. He was tried but found innocent.

His favorite movie was Snow White and The Seven Dwarves.

Hates Wizard's Chess but loves Muggle Chess, because the latter is sensible and the pieces do not Move About or Have Opinions On People's Outfits.

OC profile by @unfortunate-arrow

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Earth is Space Australia, “Plagues of Earth.”

I finally got to write an earth is space Australia ft. (Australia) lol. I hope you guys have fun, i enjoyed making this, though I had less time than I wanted to elaborate. 

Also inspired by a cover of “The Plagues of Egypt” Done by Johnathan Young in a heavy metal style. I would suggest listening to it when you think about this piece. 

Also, sorry if I said anything inaccurate about anyone’s country. I had less than two hours and a quick google search for facts 

“Their planetary defense is strong, but they prepare for battle on a large scale.If we bring our troops to the surface in small drop ships, and lead their military carriers away by attacking their nearby colony. We will take the planet.”

“What would be the point of this?”

“Humanity is held up as deity by the rest of the galaxy. As long as they fight, the GA fights with them. But if we destroy them, crush their planet at the source, then we crush the morale of the rest of the galaxy.”

“Where do we drop out soldiers?”

“Everywhere, on every major landmass, near every major city. But we do it quietly, drop them into the wilderness first so the humans won’t see them coming.” 

“If we can defeat the humans, we can defeat them all.”

***

Location: Upper-Mid Merianda (Previous US/Canada border rocky mountain region) 

The burg landed in the thick forests of the north. The human planet was lush and green, and the temperature was moderate, though it leaned slightly towards cold under the canopy of branches. There were sounds everywhere, the chattering of wildlife and strange flying creatures flitting through the trees. The nearest human residence was not far off, maybe a ten cycle march down hill.

They would reach it in no time, and make their sneak attack.

Their team commander barked his commands to the following Burg soldiers and together they began making their way down the hill.

None of them noticed when things began to go wrong.

They had never been to earth, and so were not aware of the sudden silence in the forest that comes before a coming storm.

You see, the Burg are similar to the Iotans, in that they give off a pungent smell. Not so pungent as it tends to affect humans, but pungent enough to affect the nearby wildlife. A wildlife that was not pleased with their presence.

It might have been fine, if they hadn’t stumbled into the den.

It started with a light squeaking. A sound that gave them pause as they looked around for the source. One of the burg pushed aside a green fern to reveal a hole dug into the embankment. He would have investigated if it weren’t for the loud piercing howl that echoed through the trees just to their right.

They all leaped upright in confusion and fear backing into a circle.

Another howl pierced the forest from their left, another form their right. Until they were surrounded by the sound. Shapes flitted through the trees, furry on all fours and hunched.

A howl from directly behind them.

They spun in place.

As the wolf leaped from the top of the embankment her teeth flashing.

As it turns out wolf pups are fond of Burg flesh

***

New Brazilia (Somewhere in what was once central Brazil, Border rain forest district)

This was the perfect climate, nice warm, dark and moist, shady below the trees that towered overhead in great twisting arcs. The foliage below them was very thick and hard to cut through as they made their way towards the human colonies. This was surely going to be their element, and they laughed at the idea of making the humans suffer as they waded their way through the trees.

The ground before them opened revealing an embankment on the side of a river. There was a hole in the foliage here, and the ground was dry. The burg stepped down onto this spot, their feet crunching slightly in the dirt.

One of them slapped absently at one of it’s segmented legs, brushing away a small insect that had crawled onto its body. Another party member did the same.

One of them even shrieked in pain, “It bit me!”

They looked down brushing the little black bugs off their bodies, only to find that the ground was absolutely swarming with them. One of the Burg shrieked, and tried to run his entire body now covered with hundreds of these little black creatures, however he tripped and fell onto his face.

His entire body was black.

The others began to scream as well, swatting at their bodies and their weapons falling to the riverbed as they were overrun by a massive troop of army ants.

They would never make their destination.

***

United Slavic  Districts (North/eastern Russia)

This forest was both humid and somewhat cold. It was early morning in the summer, and yet frost still built up on the leaves of the plants overhead. The burg weren’t particularly pleased about this, but they were going to have to deal with it.

It was best to keep moving at times like this, and they hurried their way through thick banks of early morning fog towards the not-to-distant human civilization. Their feet were nearly silent over the frosty forest floor dirt compressing under foot.

They had been walking for some minutes when they heard the sound. A strange mournful cry from the woods almost like the cry of a human infant, though slightly deeper. THe sound made them excited. Where they were infants there were likely humans. And who knows that could be a human noise.

They followed the sound looking about the foggy forest.

The noise came again, so close.

Ah, and there it was, though they were disappointed to find it was not a human at all, but  two fuzzy brown animals no bigger than waist height. They were so small, so pathetic and pitiful and they cried out in terror when the burg approached.

One of the burg raised it’s weapon angry.

The bellow came echoing through the trees rending the very air around them and sending birds scattering into the sky.

The burg turned on their heels as the massive brown bear came charging out of the forest bellowing her teeth flashing.

As it seemed the great land, of what was once, Russia was not pleased with their presence.

***

East Trans African Belt (former Ethiopia)

It was hot and dry, and the burg didn’t like it. But at least the ground was mostly flat, and the dirt was easy to navigate. Tall grasses raised to either side of the shallow river just to their left. Animals grunted off in the distance and the sky above was bright and blue. Dust rose up from their feet as they made their way towards the edge of the river, hoping that the water would help to moisten up the air around them.

The grunting grew louder.

They glanced over seeing large bulbous shapes in the water. It didn’t much matter to them, and they mostly ignored the creatures, knowing that anything that big was likely to be equally slow. They were making their way up the riverbank now, and the creatures rested in the water just to their side.

Distant grunting grew louder.

One of the burg was standing just next to the bank now when the water exploded casing great droplets into the air as the Hippo burst from the river mouth open wide at it’s four foot extension and bit down upon the unsuspecting burg dragging him violently into the water.

The others tried to run, slipped on the mud, and were set upon by the rest of the family.

***

Southern Indasia (India) 

The river bank was calm, nothing but floating logs out on the distant water. One of the burg officers was listening to her communications.  There were reports form all across the human’s home planet, that many of their parties had gone radio silent. She wasn’t entirely sure what that could mean but it worried her. Many of them had been traveling along river pathways just like her and her group, and she wondered if that had anything to do with their current situation.

One of the young burg stood at the edge of the water kicking stones into its murky green depths.

“We should definitely move along  from this area.” She was saying moving back up the bank and towards the forest of trees.”

One of he logs had floated closer to shore.

The young burg agreed and bent down to retrieve his weapon from the bank.

A moment later his head had disappeared vanished inside the mouth of a crocodile who then began to spin violently  dragging the burg into the water. Alerted to the frenzy others came as well racing up onto the bank.

There was never any evidence that the Burg had visited india, though there were reports about strange noises by the river that morning.

***

Australia (still just Australia)

They came as the sun was rising. A low mist had coated itself over the land, though the day was lucking to be annoyingly hot. 

They were just coming up to the edge of the human settlement when they saw it. A distant shape silhouetted between two trees. At first it looked like a man, but as the fog drew back they found a strange creature staring back at them.

One of the burg snorted.

The thing looked like a Tesraki almost, but dumber and a bit taller with large pointy ears, an absolutely massive trunk, and a very long back tail that it used like a Tesraki to stand on iits back legs.

One of the Tesraki crouched down in the foliage resting his hand on a low garden wall.

“Just shoo it off.” Their commander ordered, and two of the Burg moved up to confront the dumb looking creature.

Three things happened at once.

First the crouching burg cursed violently flicking his hand and tossing the angry funnel web spider into the bushes. 

A hiss rose up from the leaves.

And the kangaroo violently kicked the first burg in the chest collapsing his carapace beyond repair before moving over to stomp his friend.

The death adder struck.

Two  of the Burg were convulsing on the ground, another two lay silent and broken. The next two ran off in different directions, one towards the nearby beach and the other back into the forest.

No one is entirely sure what happened after that. All we know is one was found belly up at high tide near the docks where blue ringed octopus are known to be found, and the other was completely gone, though they did spot a rather bloated and very happy looking python chilling in the bushes not far from where the incident occurred.

More and more berg had stopped answering their calls.

Most of the burg would never find out what happened.

But we do.

Burg were found dead all over the world.

A young girl reported a burg attack in the outskirts of London, though her rottweiler had made quick work of that enlisting another pack of suburban dogs to protect the little girl from the freaky bug things.

Alligator attacks in Florida.

Six burg were found plowed over by a speeding bullet train in Japan.

in  Lower Mid Mericanda, a group of self-claimed hillbillies  with cutoff sleeves and unironic mullets were speeding through the forests on the back of four wheelers taking pot shots at anything remotely burg shaped. They had  at least ten confirmed kills, and the creatures never made it out of the swamp.

Another group of burg had made the mistake of landing in one of the last nuclear fallout zones in eastern europe, and ended up cooked by the radiation, their bodies to remain rotting there until cleanup finally made it to the site. It was likely they didn’t last more than twenty minutes.

A surfer off the coast of New Zealand watched a school of dolphins ravage a group of burg who had through a water approach would be more prudent.  He had no idea how the dolphins knew the burg were intruders, but they seemed very interested in helping out.

One group of burg had managed to land themselves in a city in the european provinces, and found themselves beaten to death violently by a group of drunk civilians carrying improvised weapons, one of them even brandishing a pool cue.

Two more teams froze to death before they reached their destination.

Another was washed away by a minor flood.

One of the burg ended up tipped off a cliff by a massive eagle, falling to his death hundreds of feet below. 

Another entire group managed to walk their way into a patch of poison ivy breaking out in horrible boils, which later necrosed as they lay paralyzed on the forest floor. 

Somewhere someone was trampled by a moose, while their other friends were whisked over a waterfall.

In yellowstone (yeah it still hasn’t blown up yet bc the vents are a good pressure release) at least another team of burg found themselves cooking in the natural hot springs after ignoring the signs that said (keep on the walkway).

Those who chose to land in the city were not greeted cordially either, packs of marauding street dogs, gangs, the homeless, drunk civilians, angry policemen, and a high school baseball team supported by the high school chess team.

Long and short of the story is that earth was-not-having-it.

The burg had made a grave mistake. 

Mother earth was fond of her children, even the human ones. 

[paperanddice]

The Moon Hills are inhabited by a pack of unusually malicious drakes that only hunt on dark nights. While not evil in the sense of humanoids or other truly intelligent beings, these drakes hunt humanoids in preference to other prey and exist with enough numbers that attempts to drive them back or wipe them out have always ended in failure. Their midnight blue coloring and preference for only hunting in the darkest night have earned them the nickname of dark drakes, and two breeds in particular have been causing the most trouble for those near the hills.

The adderbrook drake is a sinuous, snake-like creature that ambushes its targets with fangs the shape of sickles and painful poisons. It's venom causes coordination to start failing, making the target clumsy and slow before the adderbrook strikes with a stronger venom that begins shutting down organs along with limbs.

Originally from the 4e Monster Vault: Threats to the Nentir Vale. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as a copy of my premade adventure Experiment X63L, consider backing me there!

5th Edition

Adderbrook Drake Medium dragon, unaligned Armor Class 17 (natural armor) Hit Points 91 (14d8 + 28) Speed 40 ft., burrow 20 ft. Str 16 (+3) Dex 20 (+5) Con 15 (+2) Int 4 (-3) Wis 14 (+2) Cha 11 (+0) Skills Stealth +7 Damage Resistances poison Senses darkvision 60 ft. passive Perception 12 Languages - Challenge 4 (1100 XP) Adder's Mobility. The drake provokes no opportunity attacks when it moves out of the reach of a poisoned creature. Actions Multiattack. The drake makes two attacks: one with its bite and one with its claws. Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, one target. Hit: 8 (1d6+5) piercing damage and the target must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution saving throw or become poisoned for one minute. While poisoned in this way, the target's speed is halved. The poisoned target can repeat the saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect on itself on a success. Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 8 (2d4+3) slashing damage. Tail Spike. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 8 (1d6+5) piercing damage and if the target is poisoned it must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution saving throw or have the poison affecting it get worse. While the target is poisoned, it takes 16 (3d10) poison damage at the start of each of its turns.

13th Age

Adderbrook Drake Double strength 3rd level spoiler [beast] Initiative: +9 Painful Bite and Claws +8 vs. AC - 15 damage and the target is hampered and takes a -5 penalty to disengage checks until the end of the drake’s next turn Venomous Strike +8 vs. PD (one enemy hampered by the drake) - 15 damage plus 5 ongoing poison damage First Failed Save: The target is stuck and its ongoing damage increases to 10 (save ends both). Adder’s Mobility: The drake automatically succeeds on disengage checks against enemies that are hampered or stuck. Resist Poison 12+. AC 20 PD 19 MD 12 HP 80

[sureivy]

is that HALSEY? no, that’s just IVY CALDER. SHE is TWENTY-FOUR years old and is an EMPLOYEE AT DON’T FRET & PAWS 4 LOVE. rumor has it they’ve been in town for FOUR MONTHS / TEN YEARS. on a good day, they’re CREATIVE & VERSATILE. but watch out! they can also be IRRESPONSIBLE & VOLATILE. TRIGGER BANG BY LILY ALLEN (FT. GIGGS) plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

hello my pals ! i’m amy ( 20 // est // she/her ) and i am super excited to be here! we also over here bringing back a fairly old muse (i,, apparently,, play her during election years,,) with a couple of tweaks, so we love that for me! also! pls forgive me if this is lowkey disorganized, we’ve been in and out of airports all day! can’t wait to contract that sexy corona!

QUICK FACTS:

full name: ivy rose calder

date of birth: may 2, 1995

*does not perfectly reflect the below big three zodiac chart because that’s too much math

zodiac big three: taurus sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual ( preference for women bc we luv that for her but we also luv leaving things open to chemistry )

education: high school diploma

enneagram: 7w8?

mbti: enfp

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

positive traits: creative, versatile, passionate, compassionate

negative traits: irresponsible, volatile, impressionable, hedonistic

BACKGROUND INFO:

triggers: brief implied sexual abuse, suicide, a lot of death talk?, drug abuse ( desoxyn ), overdose

ivy lived the first eight years of her life in newark, nj. she had a mere family of three – her mother, a model-turned-stay-at-home-mom, her father, a politician, and herself. she was much closer to her mother, but she and her father were close at night.

when her mother finally found out about this, she wasted no time in taking ivy’s father’s side. what a good mom! instead, ya girl was already getting in touch with cps herself... but wow... it was gonna ruin his career in politics :\

“Now, one thing I lerned from Storys is, when something big is about to okur, a riter will go: Then it hapened! This tells the reeder: Get Reddy. Here I go: Then it hapened!” - fox 8

then it happened!

humiliated, clearly never getting a platform back, and absolutely bitter, ivy’s father killed himself before being sent to prison. 

Very Tragique™

ok. so. to distance themselves from the poor memories, but to save money, ivy and her mother moved to springhill, temporarily sharing ivy’s aunt’s apartment while her mother began collecting enough money to buy an apartment of their own and keep it.

during this time, ivy was seeing a lot of people and she didn’t know why! they asked questions about her mental health, but she didn’t know why! i mean, totally not traumatic, right?

yes. instead of managing communication well, she became very fascinated by the concept of death. she had many questions about it, she, a youth, had some extended conversations with clergymen about it –– she never killed any animals, god forbid, but she was absolutely fascinated when she ran across them.

SO CLEARLY THAT WAS ALSO TRYING TO BE DEALT WITH.

ok, i’m gonna skip ahead a little. now in teen years and still fascinated by death, but in a healthier way!, and no longer in therapy because... like... that costs a lot of money!

she dealt with it the best she could. became enamored with music... because why wouldn’t she? some covers here and there, some originals here and there, living that youtube lyf, but not expecting anything to come of it. just liked validation! mood!

she also dealt with it the worst she could! became enamored with drugs! naturally, it started out small. some weed, some lsd, some molly –– you know, just drugs that you don’t typically think of as addictive. although her grades suffered, it was harmless enough...

upon graduating high school, she figured... no college. instead, with barely any money to her name, she was like “i... will go to new york... and i will become famous.”

and she did! she did go to new york! she found a few sketchy places that didn’t charge much for a few nights as she began networking - both socially and “i would like to be known for music” (i literally just forgot the word for networking like..... employment wise.... y’all i’m so dumb). when she’d made some friends, she began crashing on couches that were not quite as sketchy! 

but :\ she did meet these friends in sketchy places :\ and they were like “ok here r some new and more addictive drugs for u to try!”

what she wound up abusing using the most was desoxyn. it kept her awake, it kept her focused, it even shed a few pounds to create an excellent figure! what wasn’t to love! 

i mean it’s literally a prescription methamphetamine,,, when abused,,, literally almost exact same effects as meth,,, but when meth mouth, skin lesions, acne, etc aren’t occurring as a side effect? who was she to care!

20, she released an actual ep with the help of a super cool friend who made everyone call him puppy mills! wow! things were excellent! it wasn’t necessarily seeing mainstream traction, but there was a decent enough following! enough to release an album at 22!

perfect timing, btw! desoxyn was starting to become too expensive for puppy to afford and trying to fake having such a severe form of adhd that desoxyn would be prescribed as opposed to something like ritalin or adderal when it’s literally illegal to prescribe in some countries now?? too hard :\ but the money from the album helped her and puppy!

*olaf vc* puppy died. *end vc*

she was there for it too. she thought it was just a freak-out, took a LITTLE too much, but not OVERDOSE worthy... then he l i t e r a l l y died. and it was a painful death!

“oh wow! maybe prescription meth isn’t super cool after all! shucks!” but that was also an opening?? to visit death herself?? like... she didn’t necessarily want to die (sort of), but she wanted... an answer to the question that had plagued her her entire life... so she was like “ok hope i die then someone revives me but if i die then :\ i guess i die!”

did not die. but also did not get a satisfying answer to her question. the only way it would’ve been truly satisfying? if she had been dead for longer than a minute - then it would’ve given a definite answer! because the answer she received was just nothingness which, while peaceful... is it true?

she tried to detox alone, what because rehab is a business, and it... only... sort of worked. she would be clean for a few weeks, then fall back in, then clean for a few weeks, then fall back in. whenever she wasn’t just naturally focused and awake, or whenever what she was focused on was the past, she would fall back in.

i mean, a side effect is memory loss, so win/win!

she made the semi-wise decision to move back to springhill. wisest would’ve been to just move to a town/city she had absolutely no memories in, but better than moving back to newark!

so... without much to show, and with an unreliable streak, she knew she wouldn’t be able to start looking for much of an occupation – but she still needed money! so she began working at don’t fret out of a love for music, then began working at the animal shelter after completing training.

the main training was, of course, for putting animals to sleep.

FULL CIRCLE.

ah yes. how she pretends it’s healthy... even tho there are studies and statistics relating suicide to veterinarians and shelter workers who euthanize animals... ah yes.

has been back for four months now. love that. do not know how to finish this.

TL ; DR:

born in newark. moved to springhill at 8. childhood trauma that she is still carrying causes fascination with death. “i love music.” moved to ny at 18 because realistic. childhood trauma also causes dependency on desoxyn. releases an ep and an album. does not become famous, but they both have decent traction. moves back after an overdose. relapses... often. now sells records and puts animals to sleep. miss american dream since she was 17, amirite?

PERSONALITY / MISCELLANEOUS INFO:

one person one week, a totally different person the next.

wants to please people, but also wants to be her own person? it’s a whole deal!

in spite of her slight icarian incident, she still hopes to maybe one day become a real musician and performer. until then, we selling records and saying ‘goodbye’ to sweet animals!

can truly flip like a switch in interactions! does love ruining things for herself! almost always feels bad after bc :\ damn :\ alright :\

i’m very bad at these sections i really hate that i always include them!

is still avoiding healthy coping mechanisms. love that for her.

favorite movie is, unironically, the bee movie. favorite horror movie is cats.

SO GOOD at memorizing random lines or trivia. could probably recite literally all of who’s afraid of virginia woolf? other than that?? her memory is so bad. hate drugs for that :\

she uses her hair to express herself! (that sounds really boring.) ...she uses her hair to express herself!

but no. seriously. wears the black shag weave the most, followed by the blue/yellow combo ( we stan the badlands aesthetic ). occasionally forays into other colors and styles when money permits, but it’s usually gonna be one of those two!!

was an envy on the coast stan in high school which makes an inappropriate amount of sense.

will go out and steal the dumbest shit when she’s drunk. has a history of stealing chickens.

once again: hate that i always include these!! feel free 2 j consult the personality parts in the quick facts!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

ok we gonna list some general ones for right now! all are open to multiple people unless there’s an asterisk by it!

close friends –– moonie, teagan,

ride or die

childhood friends –– moonie,

bad influence ( mutual or her on them ) –– veronica ( mutual ),

good influence ( them on her ) –– presley, hayden, gabrielle,

exes ( can be from high school or something like that if based in springhill, can be from 20s in new york if based in new york )

fwb –– trent,

will they, won’t they –– presley,

someone who knew her music ( can be neutral, a fan of it, or hate it afhkjsl ) –– presley, moonie, teagan, indiana, 

will also possibly be sending in some wanted connections for things that are! more specific!

truly anything!! also up to brainstorm and/or look at yours if you have them!!

UPDATE: i have created a wc page so we luv that for me.

OK. like this or hmu if you’d like to plot!

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moominland chronicles elf . its not you, its me.

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good.

It's late today, well i mean there is no set time, but im slow, on this gorgeous early autumnal sunday, i dozed till 15h, getting up intermittently to empty my washing machine, tug at my hair (vinegar makes it sticky? I'm trying to find the perfect all natural solution to shampoo because I’m no poo now : https://www.nopoomethod.com , in fact i’m practising a very loose version of alchemy in my house, trying to find drinks that energise but don't make me anxious, cleaning solutions for my body and for my house that bewitch the nostrils and incinerate grease / kalk. Essentially I’m just concocting weird stuff, hunched over materials collected around the city, boiling my hell broths in ikea pans, surrounded by recycled jars).....

Lets press on…...

Yes, my morning, my intro to the day, I was up so late because I was up last night so late, till 4am, painting and listening to sweet feminine soundwaves in my kitchen, getting it done in my way, step by step. Because now I’m working a 5 day week again, my days are 3 hours long, 5 at a push, 6 in the most extreme cases, so now I’m back to burrowing out time where i can find it, because now i have my teeth dug in to a big project, a big project that will be realized, for the first time since may May last year.

May last year:

I killed myself, artistically, me artistically is the majority of me.

My whole life has been sewn into my practise, my method, my way of understanding and redistributing everything that comes into my life, and May last year I moved out of the house I shared with my ex husband , moon, and into a shared flat, to embark on a restorative journey. Me and moon were not doing well in our little cramped caravan, we were at each other's throats incessantly, already broken up, him with a new partner, me in full swing of frantic madness, fuelled by bottomless bottles of booze.

Day in day out in my studio, I slowly turned my 450sq ft basement into a mermaids cave, drunk on 8% cider, night after night, sticking black bin liners to the walls with double sided tape, hanging spirals of bubblewave to the ceiling, spray painting floor tiles, screaming at the camera on my iphone half naked, making terrifying life size dolls and cry singing to myself, emphatically paranoid and fractured, writing letters to a man I’d never met who I thought could save me. It was my last great project, I created a film I can never show my parents and documented myself throwing my life away, in my wedding dress, shadowed by the virgin: a wreckage, a car crash, a lot of footage I haven’t been able to edit because I haven’t got the equipment to do so.

It's all stored on a clunky hard drive bundled up with the moon, he saved it for me, without him I would of lost it because my laptop, his laptop, broke in the middle of me editing it and since then its been untouched. I’m afraid the hours of video that follow me dancing around everything i’d ever owned up until that point, rigorously chucking it all in more black bin liners. When I can find a place to edit everything and the capacity in my mind, then I can piece it back together and show it to the world.

Since May last year, I have totally uprooted my life, moved out of London, had a very strange, sometimes beautiful, sometimes harrowing time with my family in Devon, rolled through Turin, Cork, Helsinki, chasing the man I’ve never met, blocking the man I’ve never met at the behest of my friend in Cork, defending and understanding my art more deeply in Helsinki, and finding Tove Jansson. Her bronze bust on the door of the studio she used to hold, her gorgeous expanding black and white prints in the mumin cafe that towered in the sky under artificial light, her room in the museum of Modern Art, her soul in the botanical gardens amongst the families having lunch together.

It's been a glorious invigorating illuminating intrepid journey (I’ve been writing a hip hop song recently, can you tell?) but its not been anything monumental in terms of creation and since May last year is the longest time I have gone without a major project in my life, for possibly my entire adult life, bar being at uni, where conversely I was more orientated towards squat parties than art making.

So here I sit now, with a great big juicy exciting idea inflated in a giant balloon, ready to be released into the atmosphere, the only snag is that it needs to be manifested into real material, which means a lot of work, and so, I find myself back in a place I’d forgotten about.

That's the very good thing about having such a long break, is now I can totally observe what happens to me when I’m in this phase: it’s quite extreme from a fledgling perspective.

Not fueled by booze this time, but instead concocting things to give me a buzz that I can buy in the supermarket (don’t drink to much valerian, it gives you a bad tummy, im not drowsy or euphoric I just feel sick from the after affects and rancid smell) and developing my cleaning routine to be the most streamlined and creative that it can be, to give my art sustenance.

But if I could I would lock myself away from the world in a cabin far up on a mountain and painfully draw out everything in a more concentrated form, the cleaning is fine for now but it's hard to concentrate when I have to go to peoples houses and deal with their kalk as well, it might be one of the factors in why the whole thing is so stressful, but I have the suspicion that it will always be stressful, even if I ever get the luxury to entirely dedicate my day to working on my art.

The big thing I’m noticing is incessant, almost intolerable paranoia, that someone will steal my idea and present it to the world before I’m done. I notice it now and then I turn and look at my past and see its infected traces throughout my history, it's a big driving force in getting the work finished and I’m starting to see that I cannot share or talk about what I’m doing when I’m in the midst of it, but all i want to do is share and talk about it, hence why that cabin would be a better place than a city I’m not fully established in.

I know it’s unreasonable, untrusting, maybe even unkind of me, to believe that someone would steal something like this from me. I know that sharing ideas is healthy and loving and makes the world go round, but this paranoia is totally immovable and so I just accept it and try to satiate it, hoping by feeding it homemade remedies that it won’t make my life worse.

But these big idea’s, they come upon me, I don’t choose them, all the strands of my life and experimentation ferment slowly and then one day I wake up and I know what I have to do, then as I start to do it it grows and morphs, develops, things come and go from my wall, until I have reduced and finelined the parameters of a project, that's where I am now, all the mental groundwork is laid, its just the creation that's left, I’m now half way through the musical aspect of it but not halfway through the visual and I need to amp up, because it must be done by November the second, so I can take it to Turin with me, so I can deposit it at the gates of hell, so I can complete a cycle, so I can be free to make blue music and who knows what, maybe try something formless, kind and organic - that's not for me to know yet though.

Once it rears its great dense head, I am in its power, I am in the throng of obeying my art and that's a lonely place to be. It's lonely being an artist, some of us are collaborative and collective and have communities, but I’m not among those right now, this project, lets just call it by its name for here in : восем acht ocho : is not something I can share and make with others, it is a process of me picking up the pieces of my life, of giving praise to the moon, who has saved me and supported me so many times. I must give praise to him finally so I can move on and give praise to myself.

So I sit in my house and dutifully work back and forth between paint and ableton, singing and faux performing in my hallway in between, performing to my very tolerant invisible neighbours that must think I’m some kind of banshee from a deep buried part of the world. I sit in my house alone, I reject all the invitations extended to me, I retract from the life I am building to some extent and just hope the friends I have been finding will be understanding, though it's hard to explain to someone that I can’t come because of something I am choosing to do myself. It's not work related in terms of my bread and butter, Its not health related, I’m not resting, I guess a lot of people won’t understand which is perhaps why I feel compelled to try and somehow explain myself in this blog today.

I must make this work, it is not a choice, I am in my house alone because this idea has bound me up and demands my care and attention, because for the first time in over a year I can make work again and make it with diligence, create something on a large scale. It means that Berlin is working, this is the change I was looking for, because I feel like I have a future again, whilst the 100’s of drawings, paintings, books, trinkets from my life decay in some junk yard close to London, I have the space to bring new art into the world. It’s really a glorious turning point in my life so far.

I am still terrified that it will all collapse in on me at any time, but there are ways of fighting this paranoia, careful planning, creative problem solving, and probably just not talking about the details of what I am doing anymore until it is finished.

Phew, nothing enlightening this week, more of an attempt to bridge the gap between myself and the life that flows around me. I’m now off to edit my most current track on ableton then do some line work and probably make up some mixes of citric acid / bicarbonate of soda cleaner for the week ahead.

We just have to do what we must, and be grateful when we know what it is we must do.

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Top 10 Most Venomous Snakes in This World 2020

Most Venomous Snakes in the World 

Do you realize the most risky snakes discovered around the world? While different noxious creatures can hurt you by eating or contacting them, these venomous snakes can infuse you with their venom and can kill in under an hour whenever left untreated!

Top 10 Venomous Snakes List:

Inland Taipan 

Eastern Brown Snake

Taipan

Dark Mamba

Demise Adder

Philippine Cobra

Tiger Snake

Snake

Blue Krait

Diamondback

Inland Taipan

The most venomous snake the world over is the Inland Taipan, a local to Australia. It typically lives in exceptionally remote regions, the motivation behind why there are no detailed cases about Inland Taipan assaulting people. It is known to be an antisocial snake, timid and not all that forceful, in contrast to different snakes on the rundown. Despite the fact that it wants to stow away than battle, its one nibble contains 110 mg venom that could slaughter very nearly 100 individuals! It can kill a human inside 30 to 45 minutes if not quickly rewarded.

Eastern Brown Snake

Another snake that is local to Australia is the Eastern Brown, likewise called Common Brown Snake. It is a forceful kind of snake with earthy colored scales and adjusted nose highlights. Considered as the second most venomous snake on the planet, its venom contains powerful neurotoxins and coagulants. Not the entirety of its chomps are venomous, yet it can nibble its prey a few times. 1/14,000 ounce of this current snake's venom is sufficient to slaughter a human!

Taipan

Taipan snake is another local to Australia with a particular component of a rectangular-molded head. Its shading fluctuates relying upon the season. The shading gets lighter during summer and changes to darker shade throughout the winter season. One chomp from Taipan snake can murder 100 men. The venom comprises of powerful presynaptic neurotoxins that can cause muscle shortcoming. It can kill somebody inside 45 minutes!

Dark Mamba

Local to Africa is one of the most venomous and forceful snake species, the Black Mamba. Dark Mamba is known for its long and round and hollow shape body and with a casket molded head. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Its venom comprises neurotoxins that can deliver manifestations as quick as 10 minutes and generally deadly when not rewarded right away.

Demise Adder

The Death Adder, additionally called Acanthopis, is a local to New Guinea and Australia. This venomous creature has a triangular-molded head, a short body with a crisscross example. A chomp from this risky snake could cause loss of motion, which could prompt respiratory capture and passing in six hours. The casualty rate from Death Adder's nibble is half.

Philippine Cobra

The Philippine Cobra in the Philippines is exceptionally venomous, with long cervical ribs that extends and a stocky body. Its simply neurotoxin venom can influence respiratory capacity and can prompt neurotoxicity and respiratory loss of motion. If not rewarded promptly, it can cause passing inside 30 minutes in particular. Philippine Cobra can throw its venom up to 9 ft away.

Tiger Snake

One of the venomous snakes found in Australia's southern district is a tiger snake. It is known for its shading design like those on a tiger. The Tiger snake is deadly to people. The venom on this sort of snake has intense neurotoxins, hemolysins, coagulants and myotoxins. A solitary chomp from this snake can cause shivering, perspiring, deadness and restricted torment which can quickly prompt trouble of breathing and loss of motion.

Snake

The snake can be found in practically all pieces of the world. However, the destructive Saw Scaled Vipers and Chain Vipers are local to the Middle East and Central Asia. The Chain Viper is known for its level triangle-formed head, gruff nose and short body. While the Saw Tail has a pear-molded head, obtuse nose and short body. The Viper has long and rotatable teeth that associate with the venom organs behind their eyes situated at the back upper segment of the jaw. It can broaden its teeth and chomp somebody without infusing their venom, known as the dry nibble. Its venom influences general tissues which can cause serious expanding, torment and cell demise.

Blue Krait

The venomous snake Blue Krait is a local to South East Asia and Indonesia. Its unmistakable component is the wide dark groups over its white body. Blue Krait is increasingly forceful around evening time contrasted with daytime. The venom is multiple times more lethal than that of a typical Cobra snake. A solitary chomp can deaden nerves and muscles which can prompt respiratory capture.

Diamondback

The main venomous snake that can be found in the United States is the rattler. It is mainstream for its substantial body and jewel molded head. The poisonous snake got its name from the clatter that can be found toward the finish of its story. At the point when undermined or incited, a poisonous snake can nibble a person which can be deadly when not rewarded right away. Its venom can crush platelets and skin tissues that would cause interior draining.

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Forget Paint and Panel Gaps: This Challenger was Built to be Driven

Hot rodding at its very core was never about paint and panel gaps. It has always been, and will always be, fundamentally about working with what you have to make your car faster and better suited to fit your needs while also adding what style you can afford to along the way. The owner of this Challenger, Lee Evett, did just that with when he decided it was time to get his 1973 Dodge Challenger back on the road.

The car is far from perfect with the mismatched paint and primer as well as the “Dodge” emblem missing off the tail end of the car, but the fuel cell peeking out from under the rear sums it up perfectly – “Because Racecar.”

Starting from the beginning on the story — this Challenger was actually Lee’s very first car. He bought it in 2004 while living in Publo, Colorado. From the factory it, was equipped with a basic 318 small block mated to a TorqueFlite 904 with a slapstick shifter. It originally came with a coat of Ice Blue Iridescent paint but was painted white at some point during its life. While he was in school, the car lived a simple life as a daily driver karting him back and forth to work and school. Like it so often happens, life got in the way, and Lee moved to California abandoning the car at a friend’s place in Colorado for several years. By the time he managed to get the car to Los Angeles, it had dilapidated so much that Lee became discouraged about getting it back on the road. Life went on as it continued to sit. All the while, Lee was gathering parts, planning for the day that he would revive the car.

Instead of retaining the “sad mouth” grille of the 1973 Challenger Lee swapped in a split grill from a 1971 model because he liked it better.

Finally the day came when Lee made up his mind that it was time to free the car from purgatory. He started the revival the car on a shoestring budget. Lee planned to essentially copy another 318 build done by long time magazine contributor, Steve Dulcich, while going a little crazier on the cam spec. Starting with a different 318 small block that was bored 0.060 over for a final displacement of 328ci. He filled the block with Keith Black hypereutectic domed pistons mated with stock rods that ride on a factory crankshaft. ARP hardware holds it all together. He had an early set of hand-ported, J-casting heads he bought off of an old drag racer that were equipped with 2.02-inch intake and 1.60-inch exhaust valves, giving them the ability to flow more air than the stock engine could ever move. Garrick at Kelly’s Block Welding did all the machine work, decking the heads 0.010-inch to bump the compression slightly. He also surfaced the block, setting the deck height dead on zero, giving it a final compression ratio of 9.8:1.

The engine bay is not detailed to perfection, but the engine gleams against its black surroundings with aluminum valve covers and a pulley system contrasting against the Plum Crazy paint.

Lee chose a Comp’s XE274 camshaft that offers 230/236 degrees duration at 0.050, 0.488 / 0.491-inch valve lift on a 110-degree lobe separation angle. Comp’s billet double-roller timing set keeps everything in time. Ignition is handled by MSD’s 6AL digital box, a Pro-Billet distributor, a Blaster 2 coil, and plug wires. An Edelbrock Performer RPM Air-Gap Intake along with a Proform 750-cfm street series carburetor with the choke machined off was installed to direct air into the cylinders. Flowtech’s long tube headers with 1 7/8-inch primaries that collect into 2½-inch diameter exhaust tubing with two bullet mufflers that are dumped under the car allow the air to escape. An 18-gallon fuel cell was then mounted in the truck floor to deliver the elixir of horsepower to the engine via a Carter mechanical pump.

Horsepower guesses according to similar builds place this engine at right about 400 hp and somewhere around 380 lb-ft of torque at the crank. Upon assembly, Lee added a custom mix of single stage paint in a shade similar to that of the iconic Mopar color, Plum Crazy, and added a March billet aluminum serpentine belt system to dress things up. Funny enough, the original 904 transmission blew up the day after he bought the car in 2004, so it had a relatively low mile rebuild complete with a TransGo shift kit and a higher stall Hughes converter, so Lee just left it alone. The three-speed automatic directs power through a factory drive shaft to the stock Chrysler 8¾ rearend equipped with an open diff and a highway-loving 2.94:1 gear set.

You can see the Wilwood disc brake kit stealthily making its presence known behind the Cragar Soft 8 steel wheels, hinting that this car is meant to be driven hard.

The car had a mess of different components suspension components so Lee went with Firm Feel leaf springs and hangers that lower the car 1 ½ inch in the rear along with a solid rear sway bar from Firm Feel to hold things steady. For the front, it got new torsion bars, tubular upper a-arms, reinforced and plated lower control arms, a stitch-welded and gusseted K-member, and a tubular sway bar all from Firm Feel as well. The factory strut rods holding the lower control arm steady were swapped for heim-jointed units from Hotchkis, and Hotchkis-tuned APS Fox shocks were swapped onto all four corners. To stiffen things up even further the car had subframe connectors installed to tie everything together.

From the factory, these cars weighed in at a touch under 3,250 pounds, so to shave some of that weight off, Lee swapped the hood, deck lid, front and rear valences, and bumpers all for fiberglass components. Despite the lighter components, the car still weighs just over 3,000 pounds, so some stopping power was added in the form of four-piston, 12-inch Wilwood disc brakes with race pads in the front, while the rear retained the original 10 ½” drums all being worked by a manual dual pot master cylinder. The brakes were tucked behind a basic – yet classic – set of Cragar 17×9 Soft 8 steel wheels wrapped in budget Sumitomo 275 series tires on all four corners.

All this work was done in a time period of just seven months as Lee and his friends thrashed to get this car together and back on the road in time for the trip to Tucson for Roadkill’s Zip Tie Drags. Of course – just like any build – they ran into more than a few issues, and as a result, did not finish the car until 2:00 a.m. the morning of the cruise. The first test drive actually ended up being the cannonball down the freeway to meet everyone at the Irwindale Event Center for the trip across the desert with his friend Justin Groat riding shotgun. Much to Lee’s surprise, the car drove great, and they didn’t have any real issues arise. This car bombing across the desert was like a scene straight out of Vanishing Point, and other than some mildly toxic exhaust fumes getting into the cabin, the car made the 1,000 mile round trip to Tucson without a single hiccup, despite having virtually none of the gauges functioning properly.

Lee made a quick stop on the side of the road to give Lucky’s Fury Wagon a quick drink of fuel from the can he had in the trunk after Lucky somehow ran out of gas with a working gas gauge – Of course we snapped some photos in the meantime.

In its current state, the Challenger might have mismatched body panels and a little bit of bondo here and there, but the important thing is that this machine is back on the road and the owner is enjoying it. We think that’s what matters most. Future plans for the car include a focus on time attack racing. As a result the car, will get a full cage, a Tremec TKO600 five-speed trans, a torsion diff in the 8 ¾ rear end with steeper gears, a Racepak iq3s Street Dash, race buckets and harnesses, custom CCW Classic wheels, and possibly even a power adder. Lee told us, “It’s been around forever, and we’re still trying to get it further and further along. Yes, it has progressed slowly, but it’s one of those projects that will never be done.” While the idea may ruffle the feathers of more than a few Mopar fans, Lee never wants the car to be perfect because it will always be driven rather than babied, and we can’t help but respect that.

Lee’s friend Andreas Wennevold (You can find him @andreas_hoas_wennevold on Instagram) put together a rendering depicting the finished product that Lee had in his mind, and we think it looks just killer.

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HPHL Profile

Name: Maran Magdalene O’Malley.

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birth Date: July 22.

Species: (Human, Lycanthrope, Metamorphmagus, Vampire, ect):Human

Blood Status: (Pureblood, Half-Blood, Muggleborn): pureblood

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Irish

Nationality: Irish

Residence: Hogwarts/Hogsmeade with her Aunt Irene during breaks.  Previously lived on a homestead in Oregon. 

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISFJ- The Protector

THE MAGE

Wand: English Oak

A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizardkind for both magic and pleasure. The oak tree is called King of the Forest from the winter solstice up until the summer solstice, and its wood should only be collected during that time (holly becomes King as the days begin to shorten again, and so holly should only be gathered as the year wanes. This divide is believed to be the origin of the old superstition, ‘When his wand’s oak and hers is holly, then to marry would be folly,’ a superstition that I have found baseless). It is said that Merlin’s wand was of English oak (though his grave has never been found, so this cannot be proven).

Thestral Core.

Animagus: A black cat.

Misc Magical Abilities: (Legilimen, Seer, Parselmouth, Obscurial, ect): None.

Boggart Form: Her  stepfather, Alive.

Riddikulus Form: Her stepfather, Dead.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?): forests, woodsmoke

Amortentia: (What do they smell?): Whatever their love interest smell like

Patronus: An American Jackrabbit.

Patronus Memory: The first time she held Robyn.

Mirror of Erised: Her whole family alive,

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim:

Voiceclaim: Saoirse Ronan

Height: 5 ft tall

Weight: 99 pounds.

Physique: thin

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Modifications: None.

Scarring: Several on her back, incurred from beating from her stepfather.

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?):

Wand.

A Grimoire.

An Adder Stone.

Her MAUSCA Wanted Poster.

Fashion: Wears a pinstripe dress with plain black shoes and a white apron over that, when not in uniform. Also has several blue and pink dresses she handmade.

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor.

Ilvermorny House: Wampus

Affiliations/Organizations: Hogwarts and her Aunt Irene.

Professions: 

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies: DADA, Charms, 

Astronomy: E

Charms: O

DADA: O

Flying: P

Herbology: E

History of Magic: A

Potions: O

Transfiguration: A

Electives:

Ancient Runes: E

COMC: A

Divination: O

Quidditch: No.

Extra Curricular: Potions Club

Favourite Professors: TBA

Least Favourite Professors: TBA

RELATIONSHIPS

Misc Siblings:

Robyn Ann O’Toole

Robyn was born to Mary and Jonathan O’Toole on Christmas Day and is Maran’s only other living sibling besides Michael, half or otherwise. Her mother died in childbirth and Jonathan did not believe Robyn was his because she had blond hair (never mind the fact Maran and her own mother have blond hair) . Her often abused and mistreated Robyn, which nearly rendered her a Squib. This worsened the abuse. After escaping, it turned out she was not, in fact, a squib and was sorted into Gryffindor at 11 years old. 

She is constantly afraid Maran will be taken away and hung and is a gentle, slightly nervous little girl. Brave in spite of it all and more daring than other little girls her age.

David John  O’Malley: 

Maran’s older brother, he died of Cholera on the Oregon Trail. He was only 15 at the time and was very close to Maran. He wanted to be a Potioneer.

Michael Devin O’Malley:

Maran’s brother, younger than her by a year and born on June 1st. Michael is very fond of Robyn and Maran but is a little afraid of the latter. He is kind and gentle and was no match for his often brutal stepfather. Not at all sad the man died. Sorted into Hufflepuff and was in Pukwudgie before the escape. 

The Littles: A collective term for the three babies that died before and after Robyn. Aideen (aged 3 years, died of the Cholera with David), Joshua (one week, SIDS), and John ( contracted Scarlet Fever on the homestead, age two)

Father (s):

Sean O’Malley

He was a good man from a moderately wealthy pureblood family that loved his children dearly and was especially close with David and Maran. Died from Typhus. Irene is his sister. Former Hufflepuff.

Peter ‘Pete’ O’Toole

A pureblood wizard with Purist beliefs, extreme even by the standards of the day, and the black sheep of the family. He was disowned by his family as he was suspected in the death of his muggleborn sister in law Ellen and was generally an asshole. He met the recently widowed Mary, married her, then took her and her children and their late father’s house elf Ichabod  across the ocean to America to make his own fortune on the Oregon Trail. While using most of hers. 

Mother: Mary O’Malley/O’Toole (Maiden name: McCarthy)

A kind woman that loved all her children. She was wrecked by her first husbands and Children’s deaths and died not long after having Joshua. Former Hufflepuff.

Love Interest: None Yet

Best Friends: Michael.

Rival: None

Enemy: Maran’s stepfather, who is dead.

Dormmates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?): TBA

Pets: Her Owl, Minerva. Ichabod Technically but he’s not a pet and is more like a parental figure, especially to Robyn.

Closest Canon Friends: TBA

Closest MC Friends: TBA

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

One day he decided he was going to kill Robyn and tried to strangle her with a Garrote after sending Maran and Michael on an errand. Michael came back early and managed to get Peter off his sister and ran into Ichabod’s quarters.  Because Mary had, wisely, never transferred authority to Peter for Ichabod, the house elf refused to let him in. At this point Maran came home. She often carried a rifle when going to the neighbors and there was an argument, during which Peter revealed what he had tried to do. 

Pre Hogwarts:

 After a series of tragedies, including the deaths of his stepson and stepdaughter and two sons, Peter made it to Oregon with his family. Peter O’Toole then proceeded to isolate his family from others and was often physically and verbally abusive. He favored Michael (who did not reciprocate) and sent him to Ilvermorny but kept Maran and later Robyn at home. Mostly because he was sexist but  also because Maran...unnerved him. She seemed to know some wandless magic, having learned it from a witch from their wagon train, and was practicing it when he wasn’t in the house. She would occasionally use it to indirectly threaten him and he sensed the events were somehow connected to her.

- Not afraid to stand up for herself or her siblings and often takes on a protective/maternal role with Robyn.

So Maran shot him and made it look like a muggle robbery. When the truth finally came out, they were already in England and living with Aunt Irene.

1st Year: TBA

2nd Year:TBA

3rd Year:TBA

4th Year:TBA

5th Year: TBA

6th Year: TBA

7th Year: TBA

Post Graduation: She became a Potioneer in Honor of her brother David  and had one son, Aiden, with an unknown man. Robyn lived with her until her death from Typhus at 32 and Michael lived next door with his wife Niamah until his death at age 75 and her death at age 98. 

Old Age & Death: Maran lived to be 101 years old and died surrounded by her grandchildren and Great Grandchildren. Was pardoned for the murder of her stepfather after she died.

PERSONALITY

- Can be absolutely ruthless when she needs to be.

- Doesn’t understand the difference between Light and Dark magic (This distinction didn’t exist out west until the early 1900s) and she often experiments with Dark Magic as a result.

- Genius at potion making and is very intelligent.

- A tad paranoid, she did murder her stepfather. Looks over her shoulder a lot and is distrustful of people at first.

MISC

- Hecate and Sean are partially named after Maran and Michael.

- Maran tries to introduce her English classmates to the newly invented game of Quodpot  and it often ends badly.

- Has a negative view of marriage, which is why she never marries (that anyone can tell).

- Wrote a book about her life as an old woman and it caused a stir in the pureblood community due to the many negative things she says about pureblood culture and purist beliefs in the book. 

- Maran loves sketching ad painting.

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Make Over 1,000 HP With Your Ford Coyote On E85!

Making 1,000 horsepower these days is like shooting fish in a barrel. Add a power adder, crank up the boost, and let it eat. Maintaining four-digit dominance while also being street worthy? That’s a harder battle to win.

Earlier this year we built a fortified Ford Coyote with blue oval extraordinaire Tim Eichhorn of MPR Racing Engines. The goal was to build an engine that could survive the rigors of a daily driver while also producing north of 1,000 horsepower to the wheels. Read the long-block build story here!  

Our completed long-block was shipped from MPR to Westech Performance for engine dyno testing. In preparation for testing we needed to equip our Coyote with a full induction system. We were eager to get our hands on Holley’s new Race Series Coyote intake manifold (PN 833151). The fabricated T6061 sheet metal intake is 5mm thick so it can handle big boost. Its long runners and large plenum are designed for over 8,000 rpm, and sports a 90mm throttle body opening. We paired the manifold with Holley’s 90mm cable driven throttle-body.

But why a cable-driven throttle body, you ask? Well, that’s because our Coyote is backed by a Holley HP stand-alone EFI system. While Holley’s Dominator would have given us a second air/fuel ratio sensor and a host of other features, the HP system was all we needed to get the job done. Luckily, Holley has a full plug-and-play kit for the Coyote (PN 550-618N) that integrates into the factory knock, cam, crank, and cylinder head temperature sensors. While Holley is working on an add-on to control the Coyote’s Ti-VCT, it wasn’t a requirement since our cams are locked out and degreed. One thing to note: when using Holley’s cable-driven throttle body, the idle-air control valve and throttle position sensor connectors will need to be converted to a GM style.

Holley includes billet fuel rails and a crossover line with their intake manifolds. Filling the space between the manifold and rails were Fuel Injector Clinic’s massive 1,650cc injectors. But this is a street car engine, right? How are we going to get our engine to idle well with such big injectors? Easy. Data Match Technology is Fuel Injector Clinic’s propriety injector matching process, which matches our injectors by both their slope flow rate as well as their individual offset values. This match made in heaven has a large effect on idle quality. We can tell you first hand that these puppies idle perfectly.

Our injectors are this big specifically because we wanted to run the engine on E85. Westech stocks a full slate of Rocket Brand racing fuels and we opted for their true 85-percent ethanol blend. It’s likely we won’t have room for an intercooler on the car we plan to install the engine into, so how do we keep our charge temperatures down? Holley offers an easy water/methanol add-on for the HP and Dominator series stand-alones. Their installation kit (PN 557-101) provides a reservoir and lines, PN 554-115 controls the two solenoids, while a Holley pump (PN 557-100) does the work. Two 1,000cc solenoids (PN 557-106) will provide enough flow to support up to 1,600 horsepower.

For forcing all the induction, we needed Vortech’s updated YSi-B Mustang supercharger system. Anyone who knows drag racing can attest to the potency of the YSi supercharger. Vortech took the blower to the next level by engineering an all-new billet compressor wheel. It took almost six months of development and supercharger dyno testing to come up with a design that Vortech felt deserving of the YSi name. The new design contains an increase to the tip height of the compressor wheel along with more blades, and will perform better as it’s spun faster without sacrificing low-end power.

The YSi-B is paired with Vortech’s 2011-14 Coyote bracket system. Part of the system includes Vortech’s 8-rib upgrade, which is required when making this sort of power. Wider idlers, damper, water pump, and alternator drive pulleys come in the kit. Since we are using ATI’s 20-percent overdrive Cobra Jet damper, we didn’t need to use Vortech’s damper. The Holley HP system converts the Coyote from mass air flow to a MAP sensor so an air intake wasn’t required.

When making over 20 psi of boost on an 8-rib setup, belt slip can be an issue. Vortech engineered the Coyote system with over 270 degrees of belt wrap, but we also wanted to pair that up with a supercharger pulley that had increased traction. Z-Industries offers hardened, modular pulleys with their GripTEC technology (offered in two levels) for virtually any serpentine belt-driven supercharger on the market. We opted for their 3.25-, 3.00-, and 2.85-inch diameter pulleys, though we planned to break the engine in on Vortech’s standard diameter 3.60-inch pulley.

Rounding out our front drive system is a Meziere electric water pump. While electric water pumps free up a few ponies, the biggest benefit is being able to cycle the water through the radiator while the engine is off. This all-billet water pump comes with a variety of idler pulleys in any width or diameter. Meziere was able to easily match an 8-rib pulley to our Vortech kit.

Our piping was made possible by Spectre Performance. Regardless if it’s straight, 45-degree, or J-bends, Spectre has a full catalog of polished aluminum bends that can make any plumbing job a breeze.

Finally, InnoV8 Race Engines supplied a set of their billet valve covers, which are offered with and without provisions for the Ti-VCT sensors. Also included are an integrated baffling system plus a unique coil-mounting system, which requires the removal of the coil’s mounting ear.

The first order of business was to get our Coyote broken in. With slightly lower compression than stock, an intake manifold designed for boost, and locked out cams, we were still able to make 537.2 horsepower and 401.0 lb-ft of torque. This puts power on par with a fully bolt-on 11:1 crate engine with Stage III camshafts.

We already knew that our Coyote was going to make a lot of boost out of the box with the 20-percent overdrive ATI damper. Starting with the standard 3.60-inch 8-rib pulley, our Coyote was already making over 1,000 horsepower: 1,036.7 hp and 745.3 lb-ft of torque. The Coyote peaked at 17.4 psi of boost but ran into a bit of belt slip during the last 300 rpm, tapering to 16.2 psi.

Feeling satisfied with the results, we went down to the 3.25-inch GripTEC coated pulley. By the start of the pull we were already 65 horsepower up. As we crossed 7,500 rpm and 24 psi of boost, we ran into our second issue: the dyno’s fuel system couldn’t keep up with our ethanol demand. Without the ability to run a higher base pressure on the pump, we had run the injectors to nearly 100-percent duty cycle. Rather than risk the engine, we called it quits. 1,155.4 horsepower and 822.0 lb-ft of torque ended up being the magic number, but we would likely have made a bit over 1,200 horsepower if we were able to run the motor north of 8,000 rpm. Oh, and we still had a 3.00- and 2.85-inch pulley to go! Well, there’s always more testing once we get this beast into a car with a bigger fuel pump!

Everyone who stopped by Westech and saw our Coyote were completely thrown off. “Is that thing a Hemi?” Nope, just ultra-awesome InnoV8 Race Engines’ billet valve covers.

Induction was made possible by Holley’s Race Series Coyote intake manifold and 90mm cable-driven throttle body. The fabricated T6061 sheet metal intake is 5mm thick to handle big boost. The long runners and large plenum are designed for 8,000-rpm operation.

A Holley HP stand-alone engine management system designed specifically for the Coyote was chosen. Holley’s Coyote harness will integrate into the factory knock, cam, crank, and cylinder head temperature sensors. While Holley is working on an add-on to control the Coyote’s Ti-VCT, it wasn’t a requirement since our cams are locked out and degreed. They controlled a set of Fuel Injector Clinic 1,650cc injectors with the intention of spraying E85.

Since we want to make big power, we need to do it as efficiently as possible. Vortech’s new YSi-B supercharger bolts directly to Vortech’s standard 2011-’14 Mustang bracket and was upgraded with their optional 8-rib pulley system. Vortech took the YSi-B to the next level by developing an all-new billet compressor wheel. The new design contains an increase to the tip height of the compressor wheel along with more blades, and will perform better the faster it’s spun. Vortech’s BV57 handled our blow-off valve needs.

Our stealth-black Meziere electric water pump uses an idler to maintain the stock belt routing and supports a variety of pulley diameters and rib counts. The belt comes very close to contacting due to the larger ATI damper from the Super Cobra Jet program.

Z-Industries GripTEC-coated pulleys are made from hardened 705-T6 aluminum and are offered in two grip levels to improve belt traction. The modular hub allows for easy pulley swaps.

Intercooling is handled chemically with two of Holley’s 1,000cc nozzles. Even with big boost our air intake temperature never got above 138 degrees.

Spectre Performance stocks an array of bends and straight polished intercooler tubing. Welded in-line with that is a Vortech BV57 blow-off valve.

In naturally aspirated fashion, our Coyote made 537.2 at 7,400 rpm and 401.0 lb-ft at 6,200 rpm. Despite the lower compression and having an intake manifold designed for a power adder, those power numbers are on par with a bolt-on Coyote crate engine with cams.

A 3.60-inch pulley comes standard with the YSi-B Mustang kit and produced north of 1,000 horsepower: 1036.7 hp and 745.3 lb-ft of torque. The Coyote peaked at 17.4 psi of boost but ran into a bit of belt slip during the last 300 rpm, tapering to 16.2 psi.

Swapping to the GripTEC 3.25-inch pulley, we knew belt slip wasn’t going to be an issue. By the start of the pull we were already 65 horsepower up. As we crossed 7,500 rpm and 24 psi of boost, we ran into our second issue: the dyno’s fuel system couldn’t keep up with our ethanol demand. Without the ability to run a higher base pressure on the pump we had to run the injectors at nearly 100-percent duty cycle. Rather than risk the engine, we called it quits. 1,155.4 horsepower and 822.0 lb-ft of torque ended up being the magic number, but we would’ve liked to make a bit over 1,200 horsepower if we were able to run the motor to 8,000 rpm. You can see from the dyno graph that the Coyote wanted to keep making power!

Contacts:

Fuel Injector Clinic FuelInjectorClinic.com 561-427-0082

Holley Holley.com 866-464-6553

InnoV8 Racing Engines Innov8raceEngines.com.au 0400-660-358

Meziere Enterprises Meziere.com 800-208-1755

MPR Racing Engines MPRRacingEngines.webs.com 561-588-0188

Rockett Brand RockettBrand.com 847-795-8400

Spectre Performance SpectrePerformance.com 909-673-9800

Vortech Superchargers VortechSuperchargers.com 805-247-0226

Z-Industries Z-Industries.com 951-303-6857

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Building a 460CI Ford Windsor

Modern computer controls make bolting up a power-adder easier than ever before. But sometimes you need to go old school and make your horsepower the old-fashioned way: with all-American cubic inches.

The easiest way to manufacture big inches is to go with a big-block, but depending on the car, installing a big-block can cause some pretty big headaches. Swapping a big-block into a Ford with a factory small-block requires at least changing the motor mounts as well as the bellhousing, not to mention the ,myriad other issues that can pop up when switching engine families.

The other option is to maximize a small-block with additional bore and stroke. When Doug Aitken, owner of Prestige Motorsports in Concord, North Carolina, recently told us they were building a 460ci Ford Windsor with nearly all shelf-stock parts, we knew we had to get in on it.

The final displacement of 460 inches was no accident, because it’s an important designation among the Blue Oval crowd: The 460 was the biggest version of Ford’s 385 series big-blocks. It was produced from 1968–1997 and showed up in everything from Lincoln Continentals to work trucks and motorhomes. It was around long enough that the first versions were carbureted, while the last were updated with fuel injection. No matter how the fuel was delivered, the 460 never seemed to live up to the potential of its massive displacement. Street versions of the engine produced as much as 365 hp, which isn’t much to brag about, but during the smog era it was choked all the way down to an absolutely pitiful 208.

On the dyno, we never saw Prestige’s version of the 460 make as little as 208 hp anywhere in the rpm range. In fact, when they started the pull at 3,400 rpm, the horsepower was already at 341 and climbing fast. We saw a peak of just over 660 hp, but had they extended the dyno pull beyond 6,400 rpm, that number would have likely gone even higher. What we really like about this engine is the fantastic torque production that comes from the long stroke. By 4,000 rpm, it had exceeded 500 lb-ft of torque and it never dropped below 500 until they ended the run at 6,400 rpm.

Prestige says this engine will be going into a 1970 Mustang, and the owner wanted to significantly up the power while keeping the original balance and feel. Stuffing a 4.250-inch stroke into a small-block means this engine is no screamer, but having all that torque on tap practically anywhere in the rpm range should make the Mustang a ton of fun to drive.

The finished product looks sharp for a Ford Windsor, but there’s no clue this small-block is packing 460 ci.

The basis for this build is a new, tall-deck Dart SHP iron-block. Besides the 9.500-inch deck height, this block was ordered with a 4.125-inch bore. In stock form, the SHP block can handle stroke all the way up to 4.250 inches. ARP studs were chosen to help maintain good cylinder-head seal.

Comp Cams provided the solid roller cam with 265/274 duration at 0.050 lift. When combined with a set of 1.6:1-ratio Jesel rockers, intake valve lift measures 0.694 inch and 0.697 inch for the exhausts. The Dart SHP block utilizes standard Windsor main journals, and those are King’s coated XP main bearings in place in the saddles.

Prestige chose a forged crank from Scat Enterprises that bumps the stroke to 4.250 inches, up from 3.500 inches in a stock 351. Here, you can see the Mallory metal required to get the rotating assembly balanced while still limiting the counterweight height.

One of the many benefits of Dart’s SHP block is the four-bolt steel main caps that come standard. After dropping the crank in place and ensuring at least 0.006 inch of thrust bearing clearance, the main bolts are torqued to 105 ft-lbs for the inner bolts and 65 for the outers.

To keep the compression down to a pump-gas-friendly 10.6:1, Prestige worked with JE Pistons to come up with a custom set of lightweight forged pistons with the correct dish to help keep the compression down despite the long stroke.

Matched to the pistons is a set of 0.043/0.043-inch and 3.0mm low-tension piston rings with a steel nitride top ring gapped to 0.022 inch.

To go with the JE pistons, Prestige ordered a set of 6.250-inch Eagle H-beam rods with the big ends sized to Chevy-size 2.100 inches to minimize drag.

The Dart SHP block handled the 4.155-inch-diameter pistons easily. We’re told this block can be bored out to an impressive 4.185 inches.

The cylinder heads are a set of AFR’s Competition Cylinder Head. This cast-aluminum head is purpose-built for small-block Fords that require a lot of air. The large 220cc intake ports flow almost 300 cfm by the time the valves reach 0.500-inch lift and keep going up from there. Both the intake and exhaust ports, as well as the combustion chambers, are CNC-machined for maximum flow and consistency from port to port.

Even though the heads arrived with CNC work already done on the ports, Prestige still port-matched the heads to the Edelbrock Super Victor intake manifold.

The combustion chambers measure 72cc and were fitted with stainless-steel valves sized at 2.100 and 1.570 inches.

Prestige ordered AFR’s upgraded valvespring package that’s comprised of these PAC Racing springs that can handle up to 0.710-inch lift with 220 pounds of pressure at installed height and 603 in-lb at full lift. AFR says they are good for 7,400 rpm, which is way more than the engine builder will recommend with all the stroke this engine will have.

We’ve already mentioned ARP head studs are being used to ensure optimum clamping load. Fel-Pro head and intake gaskets are also used to promote good sealing.

BAM pressurized roller lifters might look like overkill for a street engine, but the staff at Prestige says they’ve seen good results with the design when it comes to performance and reliability.

A big-inch stroker can’t get by with the stock damper. Apart from its unique look, Prestige likes using dampers from Innovators West because they work well, are SFI certified, and the aluminum outer shell helps minimize rotating weight. Because the engine is internally balanced, this is a neutral-balance harmonic damper. Also, notice the 7-quart gated oil pan from Canton Racing Products, with the front-sump positioned to fit the 1970 Mustang’s crossmember. Stroker motors are notorious for whipping the oil into a froth when using a stock pan, so a deep pan with a windage tray is always a good idea.

A shaft-mount valvetrain may seem like overkill, but when you can source a full set of Jesel aluminum Sportsman Series shaft rockers for a little over a grand, it’s hard to turn down the trouble-free service they will provide. The rocker stands are torqued to 24 ft-lb and the valves are lashed to 0.010/0.010-inch cold. Once everything is properly warmed up on the dyno, the hot lash will be set to 0.020 inch for both intake and exhaust valves.

The 5/16-inch-diameter pushrods from Trend Performance were custom-made to 8.100 inches long.

Because this stroker should already make enough torque to roast the tires at practically any rpm, Prestige owner Doug Aitken chose a single-plane Edelbrock Super Victor intake to boost top-end power. Single-plane intakes are always sexy—just make sure you either have enough clearance ahead of time or are willing to cut a hole in your hood.

A March Performance Pro-Track accessory drive system looks great while integrating the included water pump, alternator, and polished power-steering pump and reservoir. Because Ford made multiple options over the years, March even includes the correct front cover for you to use.

Fuel-mixing duties are handled by a Quick Fuel Q-Series 950-cfm carburetor. Besides the billet metering blocks and clear-sight glasses in the float bowls, the Q-Series carbs are a great option for cars that see miles on the street and regular blasts down the dragstrip.

On the dyno, the small-block 460 has a great rumble at low-rpm levels and pulls hard all the way to Prestige’s 6,400-rpm redline. The heads showed no sign of running out of air and the valvetrain could definitely handle more rpm, but long-stroke engines like this Ford—which is swinging the pistons 4.250 inches each way—don’t handle high rpm well for long, so a recommended redline is set at just less than 6,500 rpm.

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