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Hooray!!

I don't get to be in anyone's will?

There are indeed.

I killed hans, Elsa, and Olaf. But Anna got ice powers. So that's something.

You guys probably wouldn't like my alternate ending of Frozen then, huh?

...when you're dancing with another Sanderfan, and reading a book behind their shoulder is about the most romantic thing you could do.

Um, wouldn't that chop Funtimes' hands off instead? I see you went with taking out the horn.

I was planning on it. Nope.

In honor of Finals week:

My friend came up with the greatest character trait for my revolution leader that I'm not gonna tell you all yet because reasons.

AwesomeNewCharacterWhoIsReallySweetAndHasThePowerToKillTimeportAndNighthoundAndIsAlso13AndLikesHoldingHandsOnly x Angel is much better.

Pity upvote.

Yes indeed. Thanks! Oooohhh! Will they or won't they?

None of my characters fit me--mostly because they're all huge jerks, and I'm only a little jerk. They all have little parts of me, though: Reader has my sarcasm turned evil, BusDriver my inner First World Problems complainer , Mommy my caring side but enhanced a lot, and Timeport...um, I like dinosaurs.

Since no one responded, I'll ask again: anybody object to me taking a (or the) riot leader? I was thinking he could bring up the morale of the people after the executions, using them as martyrs.

Um, Winter, isn't the collab supposed to be in Astoria?

My fingers are still scarred from writing that.

I hope this is a MLP or anime reference, otherwise I definitely don't want to team Calamity up with Angel Zoe Finch.

You're trying to get the Financier to love him aren't you.

Don't even go there voidus. Don't even go there. "..., and, for once, BusDriver doesn't complain." about sums it up.

And a BusDriver/Reader post, entitled Reader saves himself--just barely.

"Hey you, Sweetcheeks. In this organization we treat our superiors with respect. BusDriver is your superior, and you will address him as such. And If you EVER use that tone with me, you will swiftly discover what capital punishment looks like in 1st person." BusDriver is your superior. Something swelled within BusDriver. Something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Pride. BusDriver, the lowly Head of Transportation, was someone’s superior. With his almost permanent frown mostly gone, he swung the door shut behind the girl. “You’ll see what you signed up for when we get there, capisce? Now take a seat. No roughhousing back there, you two.” Reflection looked slightly stunned at the last statement, and, honestly, BusDriver did too. He hadn’t been in a good enough mood to make a joke since-- No. Any semblance of his momentary good mood gone, BusDriver slammed on the gas and plowed towards Research Outpost Beta. The words of Frostfire’s speech washed over Reader’s head as he stared at the man. He only heard one thing repeated in his head over and over and over. Hypocrite. Frostfire is the biggest hypocrite in this room. Respect? He knows nothing of respect. “Anyways, Goldilocks,” Frostfire was saying, “you really shouldn’t be worried about your dignity, what you should really be worried about is how you managed to steal Papa Bear’s pants by mistake. A little too large, eh?” And just like that, Reader’s pants zipper warped, the zipper stuck halfway between decent and XYZ. Fuming with rage, Reader started to announce what he’d Read about Frostfire to the crowd, when Autumn took the stage. Reader bit his tongue to Read the rest of the crowd, to figure out what he could use when it was finally his turn again. Several of the soldiers he hadn’t seen in a long time; he could only faintly remember their single visits to him. A few of the Epics he also knew already, but the one in the blue dress was new. She called herself Elsa, and had actually come from a place called Arendelle. The one with Autumn-- --disappeared in a shower of sparkles, taking her crush along with her. Reader ignored it, continuing to scan over the crowd. As he glanced at Frostfire, he--Frostfire was mad. Really mad. And before anything else happened, he stormed out of the room, followed by a scampering and nervous Edgerunner who, as it seemed, had found a new meanie boyfriend. Game brought out Steven again, who seemed to take barely any notice of Reader as MV stumbled over to him and grasped him tightly in a desperate hug. Not like she likes him or anything, Reader said in his mind, a faint chuckle rising through his lips. And finally, Scribbler made her way up to Doctor Game, and had a quiet conversation with him, though she didn’t miss out on the chance to make sure Reader heard her say “After all, Epics in the Dalles are all supposed to use our abilities to help.” During their brief eye contact, Reader had seen something in her eyes. As he Read more about her, his smile widened. Let’s see how she likes this... He opened his mouth to confront her, and would have started speaking had the little rational part of him left not forced him to stop. She will kill you, Reader, it said. If you bring that up, your broken pants won’t matter anymore. Just barely restraining himself, Reader remembered the vanilla in the corner. Propping his pants up and doing his best to make sure they wouldn’t fall down, Reader walked over to him and stuck out his hand. “Hello, Brandon Hennessy. My name is Reader. You didn’t answer my questions, and I’m going to tell you as your friend, people who don’t answer my questions don’t usually end up being very happy.” It took only 15 minutes to get to the Outpost. Parking the bus, he allowed Mistwraith and Reflection to exit before leaving himself. Pausing outside, he turned around and let the bus shrink back down into a small pebble, hidden amongst the corpses of rabid squirrels. Nodding, he turned back around and followed Reflection inside.

Thanks. I did indeed

So I was looking through the photos on my phone, and I discovered this picture that I drew at the end of last semester in my drawing class.