I present to you:

The Saviors of Vostel!

Here are the character sheets for the cast of “When Your Song is Over and Done.” 

One month after the Saviors of Vostel rescued the world from certain devastation, the bard Alain bought a house in a small fishing village called Denmore. It was as far as he could get from Mount Spirag and the site of their last stand.

He was one of the great Saviors, the intrepid band of adventurers who managed to scrawl their names in history by banishing the Betrayer once and for all. But Alain took no great pleasure in his earned bragging rights. He was a performer, yes, but his act was over. The curtain had closed and the stage was swept of roses. There was nothing left to do but live.

No one told him that that would be the hardest part.

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Have another Comic Sans PowerPoint! This time, it’s for Fish Food!

Oh, no, Tumblr wouldn’t let me add the last slide as a photo boo. Let me know if you can’t read it and I’ll try to fix it.

I also removed this one because it was redundant:

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I mean, I had to.

Oh, and I made a cover, too!

I’m going to be adding to the playlist as I write the story, so you can see where my writer brain is at with every update! Neat!

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The Playlist So Far (with links!):

After the third alarm went off, Babylon decided that they’d had enough.

“Give me the headset.”

The poor agent jumped in his seat and spun around to face them. He certainly was not expecting the head Hero of the Intelligence Division to snipe at him over his shoulder. It’s rare they they interfere at all outside of pointed glares and signed memos from the higher ups about inefficient job performance.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Babylon narrowed their eyes at the honorific and pulled the headset off the agent’s head.

Lower comms agents always got skittish when the hero was nearby. That’s why they tended to watch from the observation deck. However, this mission was too important to remain in the background.

Babylon didn’t even bother adjusting the microphone placement before shooting off orders.

“Jen, get me security on channel 4. Agent Kittering, rotate the cameras in section 2 fifteen degrees to the left and hold until our agent is free from LOF.” A quick survey of the monitors showed no visible activity from their hero in the field. 

Finally. 

“That should give you enough maneuvering room, Flora. Buzz in for confirmation,” they said into the mic.

“Roger dodger,” Flora Fauna responded, voice crackling over the connection. The line went quiet.

“Kittering, bring them back nice and smooth and bow out of their system.”

Babylon slipped the headset off and let it clatter to the agent’s desk.

“There. Was that so hard?”

The agent didn’t even get to reply before they were out of the room.

Lithium was leaning against the wall on the other side of the door, smirking and drinking a soda from the mess hall. 

The bubbly liquid slurped loudly through the thin straw. 

She snickered.

“I’ll be sure to mention your stellar team building skills in our next meeting.”

“Jump off a building.”

“Aye aye, cap’n,” she said, and threw Babylon a sloppy salute.

“Christ,” Babylon muttered, and stalked off toward the observation deck.

Great. Just what they needed. Glib comments and incompetence. 

It’s gonna be a long day.

Oh baby I’m just a man on the moon

I keep spinning in circles around you

‘Cause I been living where the black meets the blue

And it’s all I ever known how to do

“Man on the Moon” - POWERS

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It’s not like he thinks he’s the best thing since automation. Not that automation is the best thing, but, well. He knows. He’s a Level 3 villain who doesn’t even have a designation yet. A guy who hasn’t unpacked his boxes in a place he’s technically lived in for a month. A person who doesn’t feed their carnivorous pets so their captured hero can feel at least a little bit threatened by what he has never been able to do himself. 

He just wants to matter.

And now someone he’d never expected has reached out and offered him the chance to be seen, no questions asked. All he needs to do is try.

Who would turn that down? 

Who could?

I can't do everything And I'll get over it I don't wanna be everything! I just want to feel A part of it

“Me the Machine” - Imogen Heap

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Oh, goodness, I released the first excerpt for Fish Food and forgot to show you all the cover I made. Woops!

Here’s a link to the post with links to the story that work for both desktop and mobile!

Without further ado, I present to you the best cover I’ve ever made for anything.

I really like it.

There will be a new cover with every excerpt I post here. I got very carried away when I was making this one and there are like 6 of them chillin’ in my WIP folder. And they’re all visual puns. Get hype.

Also, I am very close to finishing the super special WIP page, so keep an eye out for that!

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Fish Food Character Introductions!

I thought I’d throw these out before I start posting the scenes so we know who’s who! 

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Here we have the main crew: three heroes and two villains. 

Iron Will and Overseer are our main protagonists.

Lithium and Babylon are two supporting cast members who don’t get along.

Nightmare is our main antagonist. (Or are they???)

Also seen in the story are Sparkplug, a hero-for-hire who explodes things, Hydrophase, a rarely-mentioned former sidekick, and a few more villains!

[I used this website to make the character images!]

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And Will is suddenly hit by a train of thought he’s tried to derail from the moment he learned he was being demoted. 

He’s tired. Tired of beating down people who were trying to claw their way up the ladder. Tired of having to say the right thing every time he opens his mouth. Tired of doing what he’s supposed to. Why not break a rule? He already broke himself. What else could the universe throw at him?

Sometimes anyone I see, is hiding in the dark to feed on me No kind of rhythm and no idea where in the world to go from here But I've never been dealt a losing hand, just didn't quite know how to play the one I had Any time I go go go, put the brakes on and take it slow Now we'll deliver and man I'm wide awake Feeling the shiver, and if you ask me it's a time to shake

“Middle of Ohio” - Youngblood Hawke

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