Thetean High Command

Guess who turned 16 today

IF I finish this
          
          I WILL see it be PRAISED holy SHIT I need to LOCK IN 
          
          I NEED PEAK WRITING RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HAVE been writing!!!
          
          Ts going to random stuffs

Point Given is getting his name changed to Point Taken

I was about to name Point's cat Kirk but my friend reminded me of CHARLIE Kirk oh my god bruh

Yo I was posting ANYTHING in 2022 wtf lmao

Stego can be a grand total of 20 years old at Indy Champ's birth

A small click is heard, followed by a voice booming across a dirt track.
          “3-22-7!”
          
          His feet are heavy. The squelch of mud beneath his soles become slower and slower as his tracks come closer and closer in length. He picks his head back up, and starts off again, this time in full sprint.
          His feet slide once, then twice, he almost falls as he takes Turns 1 and 2 at Santa Anita, but it’s just one more lap. 
          
          Entering the backstretch his strides lengthen, but his feet still land at the same time. He follows the tracks he’s set 200, no, 300 times today. 
          
          He picks his head up, but it’s too late. He runs into the back of another Uma, it feels like hitting a brick wall, before they tumble into the mud. It’s a bay girl with two spots of white on her bangs. Malibu Moon.
          
          “I’m so sorry about that… I- I’ve been running for hours, I just… Ugh.” He doesn’t get up, he just lays in the mud, staring up at the cloudy sky, watching more rain pour down onto the track, and onto him. 
          
          “It’s alright, I guess. C’mon, get up Point.” Malibu hadn’t fallen like he had, she’d been able to catch herself, and now stood in front of him, arm outstretched to pull him up. 
          
          “Do I wanna get up though?” he says, rolling his eyes, smiling, and averting his gaze.
          
          “I’d recommend it.” 
          
          “Point! Point are you alright!”
          
          Both heads turn to his trainer, who’s now running across the infield. 
          
          “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just tired…”

"Who... Who in their right mind puts a child as commander of a naval base!"
          
          "Huh..?" Argo looks up from his phone, slowly, skeptically.
          
          "Yeah, we don't do it because we're actually a good military that cares about NOT FUCKING DYING!"
          
          "Cardinal, what the fuck are you talking about."
          
          Landon smacks his hands on the counter, leaning over to listen, "Yeah Cardinal, what are you yapping about?"
          
          "Okay okay, I've been looking at a bunch of fics on like AO3 and Wattpad and shit because I'm bored on our sorties, and I keep seeing people write about child commanders. Like, you might as well not have a commander at this point if he can't give orders! It's just another episode of-"
          
          "The writer's poorly disguised fetish, yeah. Checks out."

Nice pfp