boulevard of memories┊edition 50!!

                                              Hello there, HBA!

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Welcome back to another edition by

TDT! Today's edition is special for

two reasons. First, TDT is turning 3!!

Yep. 3 years have ed since TDT

was first started by Diana. Since

then, Diana has sadly left the

community and ed ownership

on to me! And now here we are.

Celebrating 3 years of HBA being

successfully alive.

And the second reason for celebration

is that this is our 50th edition! That's

right. I can't believe we've come this

far in our endeavours, to have finished

50 whole editions. I truly hope we

continue to thrive in the future too!

For those reasons, we decided to do

something special this time. As you

can see from the title, we're not just

here with any submissions, we're here

to relive the past and walk down

memory lane. Okay sorry this intro got

too long but I had to say all this. Have fun!

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                                      ◉⤿ poem by tori

                                      ◉⤿ edit by soul

                                      ◉⤿ fanfic by cassia

                                      ◉⤿ edit by mizuki

                                      ◉⤿ fanfic by tori

                                      ◉⤿ edit by aya

                                      ◉⤿ art by leo

                                      ◉⤿ poll by litsyrus

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                             by tori

Intro

Hello, Tori here! More than any time before, I just feel like I should have an intro for my submissions here. The behind the scenes stuff feels just as important as my actual writing here, to me at least. So, anywho…

First of all, I want to honor the contribution of a deceased… er, old member of The Demigod Times. Jack, who used to be one of our writers. We’ve actually been of the group at the same time (hi, I’m the TDT dinosaur), but… well, it’s a shame, but I don’t enough about him to share with you, haha. Maybe we didn’t interact that much. Maybe he went inactive too fast? His last submission was… this one, actually. From edition 14, which was posted wayyy back in late December 2018.

Edition 14… Yeah, ever since our current theme was made official, I had decided I must go further back in our log. That I should at least reach editions from 2018-2019. The experience was so, so nostalgic. There are so many names, people that have been on this journey with TDT way back when it was just starting. Some of them aren’t active in HBA at all anymore, some inactive peeps used to be my close friends at the time (shout out to Potato!).

Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it? A long-standing group will lose some over time, won’t it? Well, yeah, thanks for ruining my moment. Though, besides that, old TDT simply has different vibes. Especially during the single digit editions. By 14, Diana, our ex-leader and founder, had definitely found her footing. The TDT icon in the third image of the covers was simply gorgeous! But, some of the editions before it are simply rough around the edges, compared to our 40s. They just feel like… 2018 to me. The year when Tori saw so many groups try to become a proper thing without really, well, having impressive HBA examples to follow. TDT was the second such group I ed, the first now being long dead…

Crap. I was supposed to do a submission, not ramble about the past. Cel, feel free to cut down my intro a bit, hahah. The actual submission I’ll be revisiting is Jack’s poem from Edition 14, a themeless edition. What’s a themeless edition, you may ask? Well, Diana used to give us those breaks from themed editions from time to time and I used to be so confused at what to do with them. It’s hard to come up with your own ideas without any guidance, okay?

But Jack chose to explore Annabeth’s feelings towards Luke’s betrayal in his poem. The concept stuck out to me. I thought, hey, that sounds fun! As such, I wanted to give my own interpretation of that same prompt. Note, I am not a Calliope or anything, so don’t expect greatness from my poetry, out of all things. I just wanna have some fun with it.

The Actual Poem

finally

Family, Luke.

You promised.

Three kids, all alone,

living on empty streets,

in overgrown forests,

hiding from the unknown.

Do you ?

Eyes at the sky,

grasping for something better,

whilst cursing gods sitting up high…

Do you ?

Grover… He had tried his best.

He guided us to a home.

Yet Thalia was lost, and we were left

alone in our new home…

Do you ?

Alone… No.

Our families grew broader,

you met kids, born of the same father

with smiles wide, laughs aplenty…

Were they not enough?

Chiron, he treated you like a son.

Mr D, he did not, but that’s how he was.

Was that not enough?

We looked up to you.

We ired you.

I still leaned on you, just like before.

Were we not enough?

Was I not enough?

An ally, a friend, a brother...

A traitor, a foe, an enemy.

How has everything changed…

and how come I cannot accept it at all?

The Olympians didn’t do enough

Hermes didn’t do enough

But what had the camp done wrong?

It all comes back in waves, always.

It’s been days,

been ages.

I still can’t forget.

I still can’t erase you

from my mind.

You meant everything to me.

Now you are… you are…

Family, Luke.

You promised…

Now you are nothing to me.

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                               by soul

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                                Ibis paint x, polarr

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                                 this edit was inspired by the

                                 Hecate edit made by Rae and

                                 I decided to go for a pastel pink

                                 theme. and a bit more lighter

                                 revamp. i changed the overlays

                                 and added a bit of "me" in the

                                 editing style. you can't repost or

                                 steal it. credit me if you take

                                 inspo and yeah don't remove

                                 the watermark >:0

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                             by cassia

Hey, it's Cassia! I loved going through past editions to find something I liked and revamp it. When I came across edition 31, "dark side", I couldn't resist reading the story MRG wrote.

(that member is no longer a part of HBA :cry: )

When I did, I was like:

"Holy cow this is so cool I have to do this!"

So I did.

I'm keeping the title the same, but changing the characters. The original story is Nico Di Angelo turning into a villain and killing Hazel, releasing Thanatos and getting killed himself. In my version, the siblings are......well, you'll see.

Death to All

She was tired of it all. Everything. She was tired of her whole life. Her past, present, and what appeared to be her future. Everything was just messed up for her.

Well, she thought, I'm a demigod. That's how it's always gonna be. Unless she changed it. If IQ could change my future, she thought....

That thought kept her up the nights following. She could only think about what she'd do if she could change.

Then it hit her.

She would change. And nothing was going to stop her.

The huntress slept peacefully for the few hours left of night, and woke up, the thought still fresh in her mind.

She grabbed her bow and called a meeting with her sisters and fellow hunters about her idea.

"We can stop being their puppets. We won't have to do their work anymore. We can do what we want."

Surprisingly, only a few decided to her.

The rest, she shot. As a warning to the few who'd ed. Once you've taken her side, you don't go back. You can't.

One hunyer managed to sneak out through the bathroom window after hearing the screams of her sister. She alerted the people she knew would be able to handle a demigoddess such as Thalia.

So as they headed out, seven shadows stood in their way, weapons drawn.

"Don't do this," one of the boys said, the sun illuminating his sea-green eyes. But he wasn't making a plea. He was making a statement.

"Don't make me kill you, Jackson," Thalia said. "And don't tell me you like doing the god's dirty work."

"Sometimes I don't. But they're our parents. We can't change that," Percy said.

An arrow fired from one of Thalia's followers and zipped past his head.

"That was a warning shot."

Then a small battle broke out. Between immortal teenage girls and seven mortal demigods.

Everyone got carried away.

Thalia looked to see someone, who looked the tallest, walking to meet her.

Thalia got ready to fire. Then she saw who it was and realized why he was so calm.

"Thalia, don't do this," he said. "You can help us save the world the next time our parents need it."

Her stance didn't change. "But they always want our help. Even when it's something they can handle themselves!"

"I know. It annoys me too. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't keep the amount of love, no matter how small, you have for them." He cracked a small smile.

"I don't love them! After what my life was! Nothing is going to stop me from changing this!"

"I don't want to fight you, Thalia, but I can't let you go and do what you're about to..." He let his sword drop.

Thalia tightened her grip and closed her eyes, tears starting to fall.

"Forgive me," she whispered.

She let go. And she didn't miss.

The boy took the hit, and fell down. Everyone stopped and looked at either the girl standing up or the body now staining the dewey morning grass.

"Thalia....." Percy shook his head in disbelief.

Piper put an arm out, stopping Leo from setting the camp ablaze.

Thalia knelt beside the boy, cradling his blonde head in her hands. "No, come on. You have to make it, come on!"

"I love you, sis..."

The last glimpse of life she caught of her brother was his smile.

She'd killed him. Her own brother. For her own gain.

Now, she was more motivated than ever. She would do it for the entire camp.

But most importantly, she'd do it for Jason. The only brother she had.

The brother that would give his life for her.

The brother that did give his life for her.

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                               by mizuki

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                                 Ibis paint x,

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                                 15 minutes

                          ╰► Details

                                 this edit was inspired by the Silena

                                 edit made by kenzie pm the 41

                                 edition ! ngl it was kinda hard for

                                 me because I can't put 2 gifs in

                                 one edit so I just didn't add any at

                                 all :sob: anyways please don't take

                                 inspiration from this edit or try to

                                 steal it <3

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                             by tori

Intro

Tori here, back at it again! But wait, didn’t you see a submission by myself already? The answer is yes. I just decided to do a second one for this edition, as nostalgia and bad life decisions kept me awake through the night of the deadline.

Well, that’s inaccurate. This idea was on my mind even before I wrote my previous intro. With this second submission, I wanted to go more personal and look at my own personal progress in TDT rather than on TDT’s development as a whole. Selfish, I know. As I skimmed through a lot of old editions, I ended up looking for my old work, instead of simply skipping past it and searching for submissions by other . Mostly out of curiosity. I have that habit of forgetting what I’ve submitted immediately after throwing it to the powers in charge over in TDT. Because, most of the time, it’s hastily written and of questionable quality. If I stare at it too much, it will follow me in my nightmares.

However, what I found in these old editions… surprised me. It didn’t embarrass me as much as expected. Actually, I… looked back on these brief bits of writing with fondness and saw strengths in them that I’ve been oblivious to before. For starters, I had some fairly unique ideas in places. I threw so much weird and unexpected stuff in those last moments before a deadline you can’t even imagine.

And, since I always worked at the last second, the execution ended up shoddy at places. I had moments of excellence. But I also had writings that I would rather burn than reread again. It’s frustrating how much potential I’ve wasted due to my dubious work ethic.

Today, for my peace of mind, I want to revisit a special story and use its concepts for something I can be satisfied with in the future. Edition 9. Different worlds (which I so eloquently described as a chance for us to explore different mythologies, as the prompt was hard to use for Greco-Roman content). My fanfic told from Ratatosk’s POV.

I love the idea for the fic. And at the time, I loved how this was my longest submission so far. When I read through it a week or two ago, though… Yeah, I had my gripes with it.

I enjoyed how I introduced a few plotlines that I let develop a bit through the storytelling. Keyword, a bit. The biggest weakness of this story is the pace. Faster, faster, faster, we don’t linger on anything at all. My goal was not to weave a narrative, but to introduce 9 worlds within a single story, before my time for submitting this was up. This makes nothing have an impact on the reader. It’s just reference after reference, given through the eyes of a relatively insufferably written point of view character. Who, by the way, is the only character that gets more than a few lines of the fanfic.

Honestly, considering that the only thing connecting my plots is that Ratatosk gets a glimpse of them through his travels through the World Tree, they also… feel really really disted. It will take a lot of words, braincells and a stronger will to live to figure out an actually decent way to fix this issue… and to eventually rewrite the whole submission to a story worth reading.

Which is why I outright gave up on it. I it defeat. Instead. I’m going to focus on one plotline that stood out to me in particular. I will capitalise on my strengths and give you something a bit more personal. Please enjoy.

Note: The intro was written before the story. I cannot guarantee that the story is actually enjoyable, because it doesn’t exist to me yet.

Nidavellir

The yet undisturbed pool of ale revealed a face marred by exhaustion. Tan skin, a shade duller than normal. Bags under dark eyes. A frown… the dwarf couldn’t how long it was since she had smiled.

Isgerd downed it in a gulp, thumping down the soft brown wooden mug on the countertop. The bartender must have shared the names of both the cup and the table, but she couldn’t focus on that. All the voices, ongoing conversations in the tavern couldn’t distract her from her troubles either. She was still far too sober.

“Fill it up with your strongest,” she blurted out, staring out into the distance. After the noise of a poured liquid halted, she grabbed the nameless mug and drank it all.

The floor swayed somewhere under her feet. From her barstool, it all seemed so far away… She scrunched her nose… then, slowly, her palm spread and covered her face. As the world fogged in her eyes, her mind held out, thoughts crisp enough that the reasons for this visit could still haunt her.

No one had told her how frustrating it could be to fall in love with a svartalf.

Once or twice a month, Runa left Nidavellir and ran errands for her mother, Freya, in Vanaheim. Delivering jewelry, mostly, but also tending to the whims of the citizens of Folkvangr whenever convenient. She didn’t mind it. Or so she claimed. The goddess was her family, her only family, after her father got too violent with a business rival and died in a brawl. What’s the issue in helping out once in a while?

Isgerd tried to understand. She wished to her partner through everything. That’s what partners do. They each other, don’t they? But, these circumstances had set her off for so long. Ever since Runa shared the details with Isgerd. The dwarf needed quite some time to find a way to justify why. A way to describe why it caused a bad taste in her mouth each time it was brought up.

Then, she happened to tag along. And the words formed in her mind, made her feel stupid for ever lacking them.

Trapped. For all her talk of doing these favours out of her own volition, Runa had no real free will through these interactions. Like any sensible mortal, she revered and… and feared both Vanir and Aesir alike. She didn’t want to misstep or incur any divine wrath.

“Fill it up!” she raised her voice, proffering the mug again. The bartend tilted his head, doubting her, but something about her glare turned his hesitation to a shrug. And he, indeed, filled it up.

Runa was timid. A meek little thing, even if standin’ a finger or two above Isgerd herself. She imagined that the love of her life would let a regular old dwarf order her around, if one of those ever had the bravery to do something like that to a person so close to Isgerd.

But see, regular old dwarves were easy to deal with. One just had to swing swing with an axe in their direction, shout a few insults to their mothers so it would hurt, maybe blow up their workshop. How do you even intimidate away a gorgeous goddess who cries tears of gold, though? Can you even do something that would matter to her?

One could always threaten a Ragnarok, Isgerd supposed. Alas, Ragnarok would suck for more than just Freya, so not the best of choices. Especially if the dwarf hoped to get her ticket to Valhalla one day.

The ale vanished. She didn’t know how or when. The world blurred, figures of color and shape zooming around her. She wobbled on the chair, as if on a swing in a kids’ park. Her head felt oh so heavy. Was her brainy brain so big that she would struggle to sit upright? No, no, she was sure she had a tiny brainy brain.

A movement to her right. She looked so familiar, beautiful. They should get married one day. Isgerd perked up, neared the lady… and planted a kiss right there and then.

The lady pushed her off to the counter. How rude…

“I’m engaged, Is,” a deep voice shook her from her drunken state for a bare moment. She glanced up, blinking away her confusion.

“Huh?” The man that met her eyes had crossed his arms. His bushy beard had yet to grow past his chin. Weak. And despite his burly arms, it was obvious he had seen no fights in his life. “Whatcha talkin’ about?”

He shook his head, walking off to clean his mugs.

“Hey, don’t leave me hangin’!” she shouted after him… before ing the unfamiliar scent on her lips. “Oh.” She sunk in her seat. “I thought you were…” Her tone quieted to a soft whisper. “...someone else.”

Isgerd hugged her cold body, her energy from a moment ago dissipated, her head as scarily empty as it could get. A success. She had forgotten what concerned her. Or who concerned her. Did anything concern her in the first place?

Her head fell on the countertop, thunking softly. Or maybe not softly, she could hardly tell. Mmmhmmm, maybe the one thing that had to concern her was how she was getting out of here. It was dangerous to be out here alone, especially if drunk and…

She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, silent save for a few snores in between.

There she lay, blessed by temporary ignorance, until Runa returned and picked her up in the morning. Paid her tab too, the kind soul. Ever so silent, too afraid to it that nothing had changed last night. That Isgerd had to live both with their previous problem and her new hangover. A groan released, a headache pounding.

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                               by aya

                         ╰► Type

                                 moodboard

                         ╰► Free to use?

                                 with credit - this is at minimum a

                                 link to my amino profile.

                         ╰► Time taken

                                 10 minutes

                         ╰► Applications used

                                 pinterest, picsart, gifstudio

                         ╰► Based on

                                 hazel levesque

                         ╰► Details

                                 for this edition, i wasn't entirely

                                 sure what to choose. after all, tdt

                                 has made tonnes of amazing

                                 content over the past 3 years! so,

                                 i decided to take it all the way back

                                 to the beginning.

                                 i chose to remake the hazel edit

                                 made by etis/nora. she originally

                                 made a simple moodboard, so i

                                 added a nice little twist in the form

                                 of a trippy gif background.

                                 congratulations to the demigod times

                                 for 3 long years and 50 editions!

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                                 none

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                                by leo

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                                 Traditional art

                          ╰► Supplies used

                                 Pencil, Red colour pencil, green

                                 highlighter, watercolout paper

                         ╰► Time taken

                                 35 minutes

                         ╰► Free to use?

                                 With a link to my profile :)

                          ╰► Description

                                 It's a small doodle of Will eating

                                 a strawberry :strawberry: :strawberry: inspired by

                                 Soul's edit in the 48th edition. It's

                                 themed red with a splash of green,

                                 (like strawberries) and lyrics from

                                 a Beatles song named,, well,,

                                 Strawberry fields forever.

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                               by lit

The House of Lions

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And now, for the fun part I've been writing and formatting all day. All this time that I've been leader, I have stumbled my way through if I'm being completely honest. It may not seem like a big deal, but it can get quite stressful leading a group and I have always felt like I kept failing TDT. That the shoes I was filling were simply too big. But right now, I'm proud of what I've achieved. But I could not have done it without the help of my team . So to express my gratitude, I've written some words for them all....

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Tʜᴇ Dɪɴᴏsᴀᴜʀ

Ah yes. How could I not begin this section with the girl who has dedicated so much time and energy to the group. And by so much time, I really mean so much time. There is a reason why she's named the dinosaur of TDT. In the list, she's above even me! The oldest standing member of TDT and one of the best writers I've ever met in my life. Tori likes to give me a lot of anxiety by submitting literally one minute before deadline, but in the end, her writing makes it worth the wait. Thank you, Tori, for being part of TDT and making such great content for the group.

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I just wanted to add. Tori's section is giving me a real workout from how much I had to scroll and copy and paste because holy mother of God, look at how many editions she's been in. And from day 1! Now do you see why she's a dinosaur??

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Tʜᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ-ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ

One of my favourite writers ever!! I don't kid when I say, I absolutely love reading everything that Cassia writes. All of her work holds such a beautiful emotion and has her personal touch that I love. Not only that, but she's a fantastic friend and leader despite being a quiet one. Moreover, she's one of, if not the most consistent person in TDT! Just look at her editions. From the time she was recruited, until now, she hasn't missed a single edition!! Bottom line is, she's someone I absolutely adore as a person and truly hope I will continue to have her around in TDT for a long time. Once a part of the TDT family, always a part of the TDT family.

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Tʜᴇ Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ

I'm gonna get a toothache from this babie of mine. She's truly the sweetest person I've ever met and absolutely phenomenal part of TDT. I don't know what I'd do without her ideas and her little bursts of towards me and everyone in TDT honestly. One thing you should know about her is that her interviews are really interesting. The questions she asks and the little commentary she gives is just so cute and fun to read!

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Tʜᴇ Exᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ

You know there are many many good things about Riles (yeah Riles, no bullying you this time even if I was tempted), but two things really stand out. The first is how fun it is to read her interviews due to the wonderfully flowing conversation. That's why I gave her the title of extrovert even though she might disagree. Her interviews are simply fun to read. Like actually really fun. They're witty and interesting and I find myself often answering her questions in my own head too. And the second is how often she asks other TDT for question ideas. Sorry Riles I lied. I must bully you. Riles is literally = "I have no ideas for questions someone help me"

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Tʜᴇ Dɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴏʀ

Much like the dinosaur Tori, my wife here has been around for a long long time in TDT. She too is a dinosaur in disguise. But more importantly, the dictator of TDT. When Diana was still around, Athi and Diana often decided to convert our democracy into a mum-daughter dictatorship (and I was left out despite being a co-lead :sob: ). But honestly, she's the greatest person you'll ever meet. At least she is the greatest person I've ever met. Now I may be biased as a best friend but I think it's the truth. She makes such amazing and diversified content, both within TDT and outside of it. She's come up with unique ideas apart from her normal position too and it always blows me away.

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Tʜᴇ Cʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ

You must be wondering why this title. Truth be told, I think it was Lits part that I had to think the hardest about. Not because he's bad or anything. Just because I had no idea how to categorise him. And then it clicked. Lits content is truly irable. Though he still has the habit of putting quantity above quality, there no denying that his quality is to a high standard. His content is never dull to read and honestly, he even makes me think sometimes with the things he writes. And thus, he is the creator. The creator of great content.

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Tʜᴇ Wᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ

I can think of no better way to describe Aya than her weaver of the mist title. Her edits are so unique and mesmerizing, I'm always taken aback by them. Her style, her reasoning for the edits, they're just so creative that sometimes I truly believe she'd be able to manipulate the mist if she were a demigod. And apart from that, Aya is one of the wisest people in TDT. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, it is of impact and value. I hold her words in quite a high regard and am always glad she chose to be a part of TDT.

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Tʜᴇ Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ

This was the only most fitting name for the person who underestimates themself so heavily. Yes, my babie Mizuki. You truly do underestimate yourself and your abilities. Do you know how much I used to and still do look up to you and your editing abilities? You may not see it but every edit you make is a pure piece of talent. You have made such mesmerizing and beautiful edits that I can't even begin to imagine how you do it. So thank you for showcasing that talent through TDT. I don't know if you need to hear this or not, but I'm ever grateful for your presence in the group.

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Tʜᴇ Aᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ

YOU. You give me so much grief I swear to god. And even though my lovely maknae babie is such a pain sometimes, even I cannot deny how absolutely adorable you are. You don't talk much in the chat so most people don't know this, but you are a really funny person, Soul. You're funny, you're kind, you're really a sweetheart. Above all, Soul, you are an adorable human being. Caring, smart and talented too. God really played favourites by making you talented in editing AND art. Like that's a double lottery right there and I will forever be mad about it.

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Tʜᴇ Cʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ

Leo!! You're literally the quietest person of TDT. I'm willing to bet if I ask any of the team who you are, they'll simply be shocked you exist. SO SPEAK UP MORE AND LET US KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE. You're like the Shino Aburame of TDT. But jokes aside, I simply have to compliment you on your phenomenal work. I've always been jealous of artists. I mean you get to draw things so well. You can even draw your own ocs. How cool is that?? And well, let's not forget what a talented artist you are too. It's unbelievable how you can make such beautiful art. So please continue making masterpieces and continue staying in TDT.

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Tʜᴇ Kɪɴᴅ

This title will always be the most fitting one for you, Enya. As much as you deny being a bean, you are one. You're without a doubt the kindest member in TDT. Not only that, you have some fantastic quizzing skills. I cannot even begin expressing how absolutely amazing your quizzes are, and of course your puns. The puns in your quizzes do make me groan, but they're actually quite good. The puns, the references, they really add such a unique and personal touch to the quizzes and I really love all of yours.

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Tʜᴇ Sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ

How could I ever leave out my impulse decision. Truthfully, this isn't even an official position of TDT. But Chris deserves as much of a place in this section as anyone else. It all started when I got a pm from Chris with an application during one of our recruitments. Peculiarly, he didn't apply for anything specific. Instead he said "Well I can't do much but I'm great at emotional so let me be your mascot" and boom! The entire TDT team unanimously agreed this was a great idea, and we welcomed our emotional mascot! I honestly don't regret the decision at all. Chris is always there motivating people to submit their work and motivating them to write/edit/draw whatever the case. 10/10 er

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More than anything, I want to thank each and every one of you that reads our editions. Thank you for all the avid comments and criticism on how we can do better. TDT still runs because our are motivated to make content for the readers of HBA, so thank you for that. This is starting to sound like an awards ceremony speech I'm sorry.

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Thank you for reading! I know this was long but we'll go back to normal from next time I promise

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