EnviroMental_Case
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Christen Press is like any other college freshman. Just a young adult trying to learn the ropes of living on her own for the first time in her life. She’s been preparing for this moment for as long as she can remember, but nothing can prepare her for what her first year of college will bring. Or who. But is that really such a bad thing? ...Maybe.
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Tobin is a 16 year old college sophmore brought into the Olympic Squad. the team protects their rookie and helps her figure it out. When she gets back to college, her new roommate brings out the best in the young genius.
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As a child and into her adulthood, Christen Press was always fascinated by her soulmate mark. When she discovers her mark is written in Coptic, a dead language from the times when Pharaohs ruled Egypt, it changes her life. Now a noted archeologist, Dr. Press is back in Egypt to find the artifacts of Pharaoh Hatshepsut who was one of the few female rulers of Egypt. She can't shake the feeling that she will meet her soulmate on this expedition, yet all is not as it seems.
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[DM: Adora & Catra]
Adora🌻: You free this weekend?
Adora🌻: Want to work on the econ paper together?
catra😈: hold on lemme check my schedule[DM: Catra & Scorpia]
catra😈: HELP SCOPR
catra😈: SHE WANTSTO STUDY TGT THIS WKEND
catra😈: WHAT DO I SAY???????OR: Professor Shadow Weaver hates Catra but loves Adora. Catra should probably be jealous of Adora, but all she can think about is the lopsided grin on her dorky face.
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- Part 1 of Catradora College AU
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"Her father, however, with the back doors closed from all the commotion and the front porch windows open, had recognized it instantly. His hand stopped from where it had been flipping the next pancake, ears tuned in to the outside to make sure he was hearing things correctly, then the sound of that old truck door shutting sounded throughout the house.
Christen angled her head backwards as the back door was opened, watching her father peak his head out quickly and wipe his hands on a hand towel. Every hair on her body stood up, as if lightening was about to strike through the blue sky above her head.
“There’s someone at the door for you, baby.”