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"In the instance an employer makes an illegal request for a photograph as part of a job application, you may submit a complaint to the United States Equal Employment Opportunity Commission." Successful violation fee collections are paid partially to the one who suffered the violation, which in many cases exceeds a year of work at these shit jobs. There's only two weak points to a corporation, and those are in the budget and in the supply chain. Hit them where it hurts.
Fucking word.
Learn your rights!
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tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"
Shout out to the guy who wanted to do some fun & silly little reviews but uncovered an illegal gambling operation
(Review 2)
this guy started out poking fun at australian politicians and ended up investigating the firebombing of his own home, during which he uncovered connections between the same politician he was making fun of + major organized crime
JasperDasper started out just curious why everything had suddenly become about trans people and questioning some of the sources used in a book. He came out of it, 4 years later, with a 5 hour long video that connects all transphobia to less than 60 people. (I'm not joking. literally every single transphobic rhetoric and bill passed is because of these 50 or so people.)
If you wanna watch it I cannot recommend it enough; I just warn that it covers a LOT.
Fanfic writing is 50% actually writing and 50% staring at the screen whispering âhow do words work againâ?
It is also:
10% googling âsynonyms for saidâ
15% contemplating your life choices
20% changing one sentence 37 times and then changing it back
25% âresearchâ (aka wikipedia rabbit hole until 4am)
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Writing a dark sociopolitical interpretation of the minecraft lore where the three dimensions are at war & steve is a fun little gay cryptid guy to a small farming village because he lives in a developed city of mobs just below them with the brine family as the main antagonists on ao3
Synopsis:
âBeing taken under a weathered skeletonâs wing and moving into one of the last mob cities free from the Brine familyâs chokehold on society was supposed to be a clean slate for Steve. It was supposed to be his only chance to lead a normal life (sort of). And it was, for a while. Between the human village just above them reporting suspicious mob behavior, Enderian soldiers acting out of turn, whispers of the Netherâs involvement, and Oceanic civilizations wreaking havoc on the surface, It seemed his past was starting to run faster than he was. And It certainly didnât help that the son of the Endâs most decorated general got framed in an espionage scheme to undermine Overworld political barriers. Now the guy was digging into Steveâs past to open up old wounds and Steve had no choice but to help him do just that.â
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58970947/chapters/150328720
Writing a dark sociopolitical interpretation of the minecraft lore where the three dimensions are at war & steve is a fun little gay cryptid guy to a small farming village because he lives in a developed city of mobs just below them with the brine family as the main antagonists on ao3
Synopsis:
âBeing taken under a weathered skeletonâs wing and moving into one of the last mob cities free from the Brine familyâs chokehold on society was supposed to be a clean slate for Steve. It was supposed to be his only chance to lead a normal life (sort of). And it was, for a while. Between the human village just above them reporting suspicious mob behavior, Enderian soldiers acting out of turn, whispers of the Netherâs involvement, and Oceanic civilizations wreaking havoc on the surface, It seemed his past was starting to run faster than he was. And It certainly didnât help that the son of the Endâs most decorated general got framed in an espionage scheme to undermine Overworld political barriers. Now the guy was digging into Steveâs past to open up old wounds and Steve had no choice but to help him do just that.â
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58970947/chapters/150328720
I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
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Oh, thatâs very helpful indeed!
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
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⸠âThis is a sentence.â
⸠âThis is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,â she said.
⸠âThis,â he said, âis a sentence split by a dialogue tag.â
⸠âThis is a sentence,â she said. âThis is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.â
⸠âThis is a sentence followed by an action.â He stood. âThey are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.â
⸠She said, âUse a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.â
⸠âUse a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,â he said.
âUnless there is a question mark?â she asked.
âOr an exclamation point!â he answered. âThe dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because itâs not truly the end of the sentence.â
⸠âPeriods and commas should be inside closing quotations.â
⸠âHey!â she shouted, âSometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.â
However, if itâs not dialogue exclamation points can also be âoutsideâ!
⸠âDoes this apply to question marks too?â he asked.
If itâs not dialogue, can question marks be âoutsideâ? (Yes, they can.)
⸠âThis applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically expressââ
âInterruptionâ â but there are situations dashes may be outside.
⸠âYouâll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses donât have a comma after them eitherâŚâ she said.
⸠âMy teacher said, âUse single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.ââ
⸠âUse paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,â he said.
âThe readers will know itâs someone else speaking.â
⸠âIf itâs the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
âThis shows itâs the same character continuing to speak.â
omg this is so helpful
!!!!!!!
So, let me guessâ you just started a new book, right? And youâre stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writerâs gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in troubleâŚ
Youâre in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.
Itâs called Havocscope. Itâs got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?
I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.
((PS: In case youâre wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. Itâs perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))
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Assassins
âBelow are selected prices that are paid to professional assassins by criminal organizations and drug cartels for a contract hit.
In Australia, the median price to hire a hit man is $13,610 (9,800 Euros), with the price going up to $83,000 (60,000 Euros) based on the task.
In Mexico, the cost for a low level assassin is $208 (150 Euros), and up to $20,832 (15,000 Euros) for a higher profile target like a police chief.
The prices paid in Argentina are between $3,749 (2,700 Euros) to $5,555 (4,000 Euros) per hit.
Government statistics in Spain state that 40 assassinations take place each year, with prices for the hit ranging between $27 (20 Euros) to $69,000 (50,000 Euros).â
So cheap! I always thought things like this would cost more than $1 millionâŚ
This is super useful to know!
and not just for writing!!
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HOW MANY HOURS HAVE I WASTED TRYING TO FIND HEROIN PRICES ON THE INTERNET WHAT A GREAT DATABASE
I needed this
Actually useful. Sometimes incognito isnât enough.
and suddenly my life just became much easier
Iâve heard of this before but the GIFs made it betterÂ

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Body Language
When someone is...
Sad
Face/Body:
Avoidant/reduced eye contact
Drooping eyelids
Downcast eyes
Frowning
Raised inner ends of eyebrows
Dropped or furrowed eyebrows
Quivering lip/biting lip
Wrinkled nose
Voice:
Soft pitch
Low lone
Pauses/hesitant speech
Quiet/breathy
Slow speech
Voice cracks/breaking voice
Gestures/Posture:
Slouching/lowered head
Rigid/tense posture
Half formed/slow movement
Fidgeting or clasped hands
Sniffing or heavy swallows
Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)
Helpful!
sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
For anyone who needs this
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First chapter of the sociopolitical interpretation of the minecraft lore iâm writing, rest of the story will be on ao3! :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58970947/chapters/150328720
Steve goes up to the village and heâs totally a normal guy there is nothing odd about him anyways he needs to buy a bunch of illegal things.
The bell above the shopâs door chimed as he stepped, tiptoed, through the threshold of the entryway. He was assaulted by the smell of mint, lavender, and fresh air whisking its way into the store from the open window by the front counter. The interior always had a homey feel to it. Soft lights, floor rugs, burning candles, and hanging vines adorned the interior of the retailer.
Glancing around, he took in the sight of an underwhelming selection of goods. Hmm, thatâs strange. It was a smaller shop, but the shelves were stocked full of books, herbs, and miscellaneous trinkets. WellâŚusually. Seems like theyâre running out of stuff. Looks like thereâs still plenty left in stock, but heâs never seen so much vacant space on the shelves before.
Alright, get the brewing ingredients to make the potiony stuff for Willamine and get out before having to talkä¸
âSteve!â
Oh god dammit.
Steve quickened his pace to duck in between shelves. âOh, heyâŚhi, Makena, didnât know youâd be working today,â he dismissed as he perused through the aisles. Specifically the ones out of her line of sight. No ulterior motive there. His gaze trailed along jars of herbs and bottles full of vibrant dyes that glittered from the golden rays of sunshine peeking in through the shopâs windows. Please leave me alone please leave me alone pleaä¸
âThis is my shop. I'm like the only one who works here,â Makena countered. She twisted her way through the aisles to meet the disheveled traveler halfway through her store.
The store seemed much brighter with her now in view. Her sunny yellow sweater livened up the space. A sunbeam glittered against the woven pile yarns. Interesting choice, pairing them with mauve dress pants but hey, Steve is no one to tell anyone about fashion. He got scolded regularly for his wardrobe choices.
The place was a small hole in the wall, sort of mom-and-pop joint, that carried your usual essentials like herbs, tools, textiles, nothing special really. But they also carried just enough of the other kinds of goods that the bigger more monitored retailers wouldnât dare carry. Another reason to like this little middle-of-nowhere village. No one paid attention to the rural poor folk growing wheat and smithing a few swords maybe. Made it much easier to believe a few of them wouldnât be smuggling treasonous ingredients.
Tariffs, embargoes, and a full-on ban on potion brewing, magic, fun, etc. made certain products harder to find than others, let alone buy. The Overworld was in a political, control-hungry chokehold hellbent on squeezing the life, power, and resources out of anything still left to their own devices. But what is Steve gonna do about that? Actually go to hell? The Nether isnât great this time of yearâŚor any time of year. And the End isnât much better.
And today is not the day Steve wrestles a creeper for gunpowder. He'll buy it from the smuggling rubbernecker whose eyes follow him on his way back home a little closely. Thank you very much.
Steve continued to weave through the aisles, browsing at the items on the shelves. Gunpowder, gunpowder, gunpowderâŚ
âWhere've you been?â The girl peeked her head into view of the aisle Steve was browsing.
Steve sighed. âOh, yanno, just around.â He picked items off the shelves and investigated them at random to make himself appear busy. He wasn't in the mood for conversation.
âAround?â she pressed with a curious smile on her face.
âYeah, well, yanno from place to place, always places to beâŚhah anywaysä¸â
âWhat kinds of places?â Makena interjected.
Steve deflected her question. âIâm looking for gunpowder, the uhä¸fine stuff for brewing yeah? Have any in stock?â Finding where she rearranged the goods for the millionth time was always pulling teeth with her.
âAlways business with you.â
âIâm a busy guy.â Steve swished a glass bottle of herbs in his hand, studying the ground leaves swirling inside the container. The crushed plants became more vibrant when a brilliant ray of sunshine reached toward the bottle from the window.
âSurprising. You being familiar with brewing that is,â she elaborated. Makena placed her fingers around the neck of the bottle and plucked it from his grasp. Steve flinched when their fingers brushed each other. The bottle was placed back on the shelf with utmost care.
âIt's not your business.â Steve shuffled his way down the aisle to find something else to aimlessly pretend to care about.
âHumans and witches don't necessarily get along. Makes those sorts of things very hard to come by.â
What was she getting at?
âIt`d be a shame if you knew one who could actually brew potions. Even worse if they say, I don't know, shared some potions for a discount? Free stuff from here? It'd be terrible really,â Makena rambled to the other.
That wasn't happening. Willamine would totally do it if Steve wasn't there to intervene. She had no impulse control and saw strangers as an opportunity to make friends. Strangers were an opportunity to get shot. Especially if they were a naive witch with an optimism problem stuck in a cave city for their entire lives. Steve didn't entertain Makena`s proposal on account of how stupid it was.
He was the only other one in the shop with her so he had the pleasure of getting all of her undivided attention. He detested attention.
Makena twisted the knitted fabric of her yellow sweater in her hands. âWeâve been hoping you would stop by, actually.â
âOh, is that so?â Steve replied. Whatever she was playing at, he wasn't interested.
âYeah, you see, we need a bit of help with a bit of a situation.â She continued to fiddle with the yellow yarns at her midsection.
âHm...shame I canât stick around,â Steve dismissed.
âA job. A, uh...quest if you will,â she pressed further.
âNo.â Steve attempted to shut down Makenaâs efforts for his coerced participation in events that would cause destruction and conflict under his name. Heâs had enough of that for one lifetime. And Serephine still had him ârunning errandsâ for her. If they could even be called that. He had enough on his plate.
âSteveä¸â the village girl pleaded. Her desperate deep brown eyes bore into him. Do not let her guilt trip you.
âAbsolutely,â Steve started.
âIf you would just hearä¸â She tried again.
âNot.â He finished. No way was he being peer pressured into something stupid again like a creeper wandering too close to their blacksmith. Or like that time their âgolem was acting upâ and all he had to do was clean out the redstone chamber. Or like that other time that a spider made a web inside the bell tower. This village needed to learn how to solve its own stupid problems. Steve was not their gun for hire for menial projects with simple solutions.
âä¸us out.â She deflated before him.
Makena set the gunpowder on the counter in front of Steve rather dejectedly. At least she got the hint. Steve opened a small, worn leather pouch and reached for his money. Her eyes downcast, she opened the drawer. âTwenty,â she said with no emotion left in her voice. Her spirit dripped out of her before Steve`s eyes. He tried his damnest to not feel bad but he just couldn't keep helping them. It drew too much attention. She placed a hand out for the silver coins. He tilted his hand to let them fall into her grasp. She looked miserable. Don't you dare feel bad he reinforced to himself.
Steve grabbed the box of gunpowder and then made a beeline for the door. âThank you.â He flicked his hand in the air towards the shopgirl on his way out.
Makena closed the drawer. âIâll be gone by next week. Most of the town will be too. Iâll leave some gunpowder in the back closet for the next time you stop by. On the house,â she called towards the exit.
What was that supposed to mean? Steve stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face her. âWhat?â
âThings have been getting worseâŚwe're all packing up and leaving this week, couplaâ convoys towards the big city. I know it`s already under rule there but at least it's safe there. For now,â Makena explained. She leaned forward to rest her arms on the counter. Her fingers slid back and forth to twirl a spare piece of hair resting on its surface.
âIâm not following,â Steve spoke as he cocked his head to the side.
âI mean, yeah, we kinda figured. Youâre not really the âtravel in numbersâ sorta guyä¸didnât really expect you to follow us to the city.â Makena gave a dry laugh at him, a sad smile taking over her features.
Steve gave the girl a puzzled look as he readjusted the crate.
âNo, I mean whatâs going on?â He asked more firmly.
âYouâve been travelingä¸said so yourself. Itâs not just our village; it's everywhere.â She was studying the lock of hair in her grasp with a bored expression. She let her body melt into the flat surface to rest her cheek on her folded arms. The rest of her hair slipped down onto the shiny counter. A light breeze rustled the stray pieces as it blew in from the window above her. She looked defeated.
Steve didnât understand. He had to be missing something. How could one of the only truly free settlements be relocating? Certainly, they wouldnât be safer anywhere else.
Living above one of the last remaining independent mob settlements had unknowingly given them protection from the Brine familyâs conquest of the overworld. Sure, they didnât know that, but they had to have at least figured out they had some sort of immunity given they had always been left alone despite the rest of the human population centers having been absorbed into Brine territory. And now theyâre leaving one of the last regions safe from the glowy-eyed mafia? Stupid. They didnât know it was stupid, but it was. The worst part was that Steve couldn't even explain why this was a terrible play in the tedious game of chess the Overworld civilizations were competing in.
If these people left, they would be taken care of rather quickly by authorities. And not human authorities.
âWhat do you mean? Youâre all justâŚjumping ship?â Steve set the gunpowder down on the hardwood and approached the despondent shopkeeper.
âNautical pun! Hah, thatâs, uh, bad timing, man.â Makena cringed at him.
âWhat?â he questioned the girl.
âWhy was the timing for your joke bad?â She gave him a trivial expression. It was weird that for once he was the one who lacked information. Normally it was the other way around with the villagers.
âNo, why the hell are you all leaving?â He clarified.
âStrength in numbers. Weâd be safer, especially since our Sheriff skipped town.â She threw her hands up. That was apparently a sore spot for her. Wait wasn't Makena seeing the sheriff? Or was it the town clerk? Steve tried to avoid any sort of involvement with the village from a social standpoint. Nonetheless, pretty low class for the Sheriff to skip town if there was some sort of threat.
He still didn't have the full story. Or any of it. âMakena what the hell are you talking aboutä¸whatever you think Iâve seenä¸I havenât?â
She studied him. Her gaze pierced right through him. âYou seriously donât know?â She landed on.
Steve shook his head.
âWellâŚthe pillagers are making more frequent stops here. Few rogue enderman are really upset with us? Weâve never had issues with them, but these ones are weird: dressed differently, acting strange, causing trouble for us, is all. And it just seems the ocean is at war with everything thatâs not in the ocean, so, you wouldnât happen to know anything about that wouldâja?â
Oh, so this was less of a stupid problem and more of a terrorist problem. She should have started with that. He had a gut feeling the enderman and drowned were probably looking for them and not a human village.
Given the circumstances, this was likely a Steve problem because it was technically a Haggstrom problem. And any Haggstrom problem is a Serephine problem which she always handed off to him. This was a Steve problem now, wasn't it? Great. Well not the pillagers, Haggstrom had nothing to do with them. Those guys were probably just bored but it would be an easy fix. He could make quick work of idiots with bows. Historically, the pillager tribes that hung around these parts had terrible aim anyway. Maybe that one could be a Shiloh problem, Steveâs dad was great with bows.
The purple sparkly enderman, a species known for being some of the most cunning warriors who could also teleport because why not? then the warring seas taking their conflict to the surface would be a much more challenging fix. Still his responsibility though. Ugh. Dad should have kept them in the mountains. The only thing that tried to kill them there was the snow.
âThe endermen and the pillagers I can fix. Probably,â Steve resolved with an apprehensive breath of slight certainty. He had no idea what he was getting into but when did he ever?
âAnd the ocean?â Makena sounded hopeful. Too optimistic. If sheâs seen the things Steve has seenâŚ
âYeah, Iâm not fighting the ocean.â Steve shook his head. âYou guys are on your own for that one.â
One problem at a time. And the ocean was kind of more of his mom`s thing. Steve and Dad did stuff like this and Mom handled everything under the water. Steve would ask Serephine to send a wire down to his mom about her war getting a little too close to home.
âOkay, never mind. The angry water zombies thenä¸â
âHey, that's offensive,â Steve interjected. He liked the angry water zombies. They were on good terms.
âWe are so relieved that you'll help with the endermen and the pillagers!â A sigh escaped Makena. The tension softened from her body, whisked away by the promise of salvation from a world she and her village couldnât hope to understand in any way that meant anything in the perspective of their everyday, mundane lives.
âLook, Iâll stop home, talk to a few of myâŚcolleagues, then Iâll be back at nightfall to see what Iâm getting myself into. All I need from you is to keep everyone inside tonight.â Steve placed the box on the floor and began rifling through his bag distractedly.
âTonight, huh?â Makena leaned in. She batted her eyelashes with interest at Steve`s plan. Oh, not her too.
âYes, Iâll be back tonight with more supplies to get a better idea of the whole situation going on here,â Steve answered her.
She responded with a pensive look and another go at a strand of hair. âFunny. Always say youâre not from around here, always say youâre just passing through, traveling, and that home is very far for you. And yet you can stop home and come back within a few hours,â Makena statedä¸accused.
Shit.
Deflect, diffuse, abort, adjectives that also meant avoiding open communication, etc.
Steve sputtered to come up with some sort of explanation as a lifeline. He met her gaze with wide eyes. His hand slowly raised from his bag, âI, uh,â he cut himself off. He blinked several times and started again, âWell, you see, Iä¸â He placed a hand on his chest to make his explanation seem more sincere.
âLied?â Makena cut him off. She directed a devious yet curious smile in his direction. After trying to pry information out of the elusive traveler to no avail time and time again, the victory of chipping away a tiny piece of his rough exterior felt good.
He pursed his lips, fiddling with the strap of his crossbody. Steveâs gaze wandered around the store and he shifted on his feet several times.
âI donât have any answers to the questions you have. Iâm just around sometimes, and thatâs all you need to know.â
âI feel like you at least owe us some answers,â Makena countered.
âYou asked me for help. Iâll tell you what you need to know. I never lied about being a traveler. Iâve seen more of the world than you have, and I can tell you itâs dangerous. If I tell you any more than that you could be in danger. Trust me, it's best if you stay out of it.â
âThat`s cryptic dude. Who the hell are you? No, reallyââ Makena stepped forward to challenge him. She allowed her arms to swing through the air in frustration at the lack of information Steve let on.
âTell me about the enderman. Thatâs what Iâm worried about right now and that should be our first priority. Pillagers, yeah, theyâre mean, but theyâre just twisted angry humans which makes them much less of a threat. Now endermen on the other hand, thatâs higher on my list.â
âWell, theyâre not the normal ones spotted on the minersâ trips or seen late at night lurking on the outskirts of town, these ones are different.â
âYou said they were acting weird and dressed weirdä¸how?â
âWell, theyâre dressed in uniforms. All wearing the same uniform. Seems military but no military garbs Iâve ever seen. Got the hats, jackets, lapels, the whole nine yards. Normally we leave endermen alone. Sure they take our stuff, but if we turn the other cheek, they donât take our lives. NowâŚtheyâve started getting closer, approaching, aggression without being provoked, talking to usâŚthatâs not normal.â Makena recounted in distress.
They weren't wearing street clothes and the only uniforms they had in the city were the police and they didn't take calls above the surface. These endermen were not Haggstrom civilians then. Another complication.
âUniformed endermen, thatâs a problem.â Steve pressed a palm into his forehead and then spoke again. âAnd none of you looked them in the eye?â
âNo!â
Steve stopped. âWaitä¸you said they talked to you. What did they say?â
âNothing we could make heads or tails of,â she dismissed.
âMaybe I could. Makena, I need to know what they said,â Steve begged of her. He hated begging people for things.
âNot like it'll mean anything to you but they kept asking for us to âlet them in the city.â That they âcame for the cityâ, and they needed to be âgranted safe entry.â But Steve, we are in the middle of nowhere. If theyâre looking for a city, thereâs got to be some sort of mistake. They kept asking to speak with our leader, some duchess or a âSerephine,â but obviously, thereâs been some sort of miscommunication because the closest thing we had was our sheriff who turned tail as soon as we suggested he go make contact since our mayor is still bedridden,â Makena rambled, the cadence of her voice became ever more frantic with each syllable.
âHave they hurt any of you?â Steve asked with a serious tone.
âNot bad. Roughed a few of the tougher ones up butâŚI think if they really wanted to hurt us, kill us, they would. I think theyâre lost?â She asked out loud as if trying the theory for herself.
âNope, theyâre definitely in the right placeâŚThey just donât know how to get there. And if Serephine hadnât mentioned a squad of Enderian soldiers coming to meet with us, and if they were, they certainly wouldnât be traveling topside. Weâd just open our portal for them so theyâd already be in the city.â Steve paced the wooden floorboards and tapped his index finger on his chin.
Makena laughed in both fear and disbelief.
âSteve, what are you talking about? Whatâs going on?â Makena looked terrified. He didn't blame her. These people had nowhere to go. The safest place for them to be would have been Haggstrom but they struck out given they were human. And Steve was aâŚspecial case.
âI think itâs a trap,â he concluded.
âYou think the endermen are trying to trap us? If they wanted to do that, wouldnât they have done so already?â
âItâs not a trap for you,â Steve said with grave words and a hardened expression. He clenched his fists at his sides.
âWhat are you saying?â she pried.
âThat you need to keep everyone inside until I give the all clear. Iâm going to speak with Serephine and figure out how to handle this without anyone getting shot. Iâll be back as soon as possible. Do not make contact with the endermen. Stay inside.â
âWhoâs Serephine? Ugh, never mind!â Makena let that question go in favor of sharing something else. âThereâs one other thing. Our men cornered one of the endermen. It didnât teleport away, it justâŚcowered. LikeâŚlike it was afraid? Then the enderman ran off into the tree line.â
âRan. Not teleported,â Steve confirmed.
âYup. It dropped something too,â Makena sidestepped to reach a satchel at the other end of the wooden counter to rifle inside and remove a small flat object that reflected against a ray of sunshine. âIt seems like some sort of identification card? Itâs written in common which surprised us all, we thought endermen spoke their own language. Maybe this will help you and Serephine, whoever she is,â Makena handed over the shiny badge to Steve.
Steve accepted the small card and studied it. He turned the card between his fingers, playing a few tricks with the tiny object before flicking it out between his pointer and middle finger to be at eye level.
âAtticus Kingsetter,â Steve read aloud. âWhat are you doing here? And why didnât you teleport?â Steve murmured.
the highly anticipated valentineâs day look
How many grapes could you eat in one sitting? (Iâm conducting an experiment)
probably like 20 dawg

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chapter 18 of steve vs the world is well under way, in the meantime hereâs the diagrams i used to help me organize chapter 17! :)
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