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apollosfavkiddo · 12 days

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content: percy jackson x hephaestus!reader, platonic!leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of leo's death.

a/n: dedicated to my dear wife cynthia cause she asked me to post this one first so... yeah. ejoy ya'll

word count: 1,537

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now playing… late night talking - harry styles

It’s a normal thing for demigods to have constant nightmares. Every night, the same monsters or gods or prophecies kept haunting your dreams, never going away. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a night of peaceful sleep, much less a good dream.

But after the battle with Gaea, the nightmares only worsened, the loss of two of your closest friends and family never leaving your mind. And they couldn’t seem to haunt anyone else, just you.

Maybe because only you, amongst all of them, saw your brother’s death.

One time, at four in the morning, you woke up sweating and crying in your own bed sheets. It was once again with Leo’s death. He was once your best friend and closest brother, the type of close that’d tease and annoy you, but always be there, nonetheless.

You knew you couldn’t stay in your cabin, so you decided to go to the beach. It was the only place you knew the harpies wouldn’t go this late at night, so it was practically your only option. And it wasn’t a bad one. Definitely better than staying at the Hephaestus cabin or even going to bunker nine, remembering all the good memories you had made with Leo in eight short months that should’ve been longer.

You threw on a random hoodie that you had stolen from Percy’s cabin when he was missing, and you needed some sort of reassurance that maybe, maybe he was still alive. Now he was alive and well, probably sleeping in his cabin.

And you were here, moping around.

Two months before, you’d probably be moping with Jason, mourning the loss of a best friend and brother for the both of you. But now he was in a boarding school in California, unable to answer a call. Not that you’d call him, anyway.

While walking in the direction of the beach, your mind kept diverting towards the green-eyed, raven-haired boy. You’ve had a crush on Percy for a few years now. Four, to be more specific. I mean, who never had a crush on Percy freaking Jackson?

Not just hot, he was kind, brave, loyal, clever, strong, powerful, handsome... what else could anyone want, huh?

Even thinking about him never seemed to leave your mind. And it was definitely better than to think about Leo twenty-four seven and get even more trauma than what you already had with his death.

Even knowing that Percy was a water dude, it was still wildly surprising to find him taking a swim in the middle of the night at Camp Half-Blood's beach. He was right there, lying on the sand after a swim, being bathed by the first sunrays, his orange tee clinging to his wet body.

He looked angelic, even godly. Anything, but definitely not human. He was too handsome for this world.

You obviously assumed he was asleep, so you just kept staring at his face. It may have been a little creepy if he wasn’t your best friend who always did that with you too, so you just ignored and mentally mapped all the freckles on his cheeks, hoping beyond hope that someday you’d kiss every and each one of them.

“You know it’s creepy when someone just watches you when you sleep, right?” Percy asked, his usual smug and cocky grin quickly making his way to his lips as he didn’t even bother to open an eye.

You obviously couldn’t help but smirk back at the boy, laughing and kicking him playfully on the thigh.

“Oh, shut up, Jackson. You do that to me every time you barge into my cabin. Stupid psycho.” You said jokingly while sitting beside him on the sand.

“You hurt my feelings.” He said with a wide smile as he sat and pulled you in for a hug. A hug which you desperately tried to squirm away from, since he was dripping wet, soaking your shirt as well.

After a few minutes of a heated battle, that he won with his ticklish cheating, you were soaked in the sea water without even getting into the sea itself and Percy was holding back his giggles.

Infuriating, sure. Still cute, though.

His laugh was just too pretty. The way he threw his head back just made you want to kiss the hell out of him, but you knew that wasn’t possible. Ruining your eldest friendship was an unnecessary risk to take.

“You’re infuriating” You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe. But I'm hot, so it’s a win-win in my book.” He said, looking at you with his puppy eyes, which made you chuckle and look at the dawn sky.

The color mixing together in a pink, orange and black haze with the remaining stars in the sky were your second favorite view in the world. It just lost to Percy.

If you looked at him right now, you would notice how he was staring at you. You'd probably blush and smile at his intense, never faltering gaze. His sea-green eyes seemed to never leave your face, and one could even say he seemed enamored by you. But you wouldn’t let yourself think that and have false hopes and expectations. You could only hope that maybe, one day, he’d feel the same for you that you felt for him.

“What brought you here in the middle of the night?” He asked a few moments later. When you looked at him, he seemed worried. It was definitely not usual for you to come to the beach at four in the morning, so he was kind of right in worrying so much.

“I... had a nightmare. Couldn't really sleep after that.” You said, shrugging it off.

“About?” He asked, raising one eyebrow in curiosity.

“Leo. Leo's death, actually.” You answered.

He just hummed in agreement and understanding. Obviously, he’d understand what you were talking about, since he experienced dozens of deaths of close friends, same as you did.

“Wanna try and talk about it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“Not really.” You said for what it seemed like the tenth time in just a day.

It's not that you were trying to hide your pain. Well, you were indeed trying to hide it but that’s off the point. I mean, it wouldn’t go great if he knew what was really going on in your head, especially when a few of those things were thoughts of him and you making out till you were both breathless and panting.

“You know, you couldn’t have avoided his suicide. Trust me. Hazel and Frank tried, and it didn’t work out.” He said, trying to reassure you as he moved a little closer to you, your shoulders touching slightly.

“Yeah, maybe. But they didn’t know him. Maybe he’d- maybe he’d listen to me, okay? I just- It's just too painful.” You said, already feeling the tears flowing to your eyes. His death was a sensitive topic that never failed to bring you to tears.

“I know, beautiful, but he did it because he knew he’d save the world.” He said, scooting closer to you and pulling you to his chest. “If it weren’t for Leo, we would still be in a gigantic war, and we’d have so much more losses, darling. Leo is a hero. He'll always be remembered as one.”

“I wanted him here, not his memories.” You mumbled, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes straight into his strong arms.

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s hard, and the pain’s gonna take a long while to go away. But it eventually will.” He reassured, kissing your cheek. “And while it doesn’t, I'm gonna be here by your side whenever you need. Even if you don’t need, I'm still here.”

“I love you.” You murmured under your breath before you could even stop it. He kissed your forehead softly.

“I love you too, y/n/n.” He whispered. But it seemed like only fraternal, or friends love. That's more than what you want, and you’re gonna tell him. He deserves to know. Maybe it’ll ruin your friendship, but you just can’t keep this bottled up.

“No, Percy.” You said, sniffing and sitting back, looking at his green eyes with your own puffy ones. “I love you. Like, lovelove.”

He looked... startled, to say the least. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of your words. You were starting to regret ever saying anything to him. Maybe now he’s gonna hate you and never talk to you again, then the whole trauma of Leo’s death would now be together with Percy leaving, and you were gonna get even more fucked up than you already are, and-

Or maybe he’d just kiss you and completely interrupt your entire trail of thought and your whole mind with his salty, sea-like kisses and chapped lips that fit so perfectly with yours.

His hand found your waist, holding it while his tongue entered your mouth deliciously well. It was literally a dream come true.

Finally, you two were completely out of breath and he pulled away, smiling and keeping your foreheads touching.

“I think I love you too.” He answered before pulling you in for another kiss.

#postcards from leah #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo #leo valdez x reader

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lesbiangummybearmafia · 4 months

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The gilded age 02x08, In Terms of Winning and Losing, my thoughts...

Please excuse any spelling errors. My brain is sleepy so its not working too well. 😰

I'm still having feelings over last night season 2 finale. We can't say they didn't pack the episode until it nearly burst that's for sure.

I'm going start at the end because it still tickles me that Aunt Ada is now head of the Van Rhijn household. (They went omg free fall everything ending, to oh wait we're fine. One oh the fastest turn around ever). Which will now be known as Fronte household. Thank you, Mr. Bannister for pointing it out. Because truthfully I was clueless as every body else until he asked Aunt Ada if it ok. Than it all clicked... Omg Aunt Ada is now the big cheese! The look on her face was brilliant! In that moment we seen her take her power, completely imbody it. We clearly see her mind calculating on all the changes she's going to make. It one exceptional piece of acting from Cynthia Nixon. She doesn't utter a word during it, it's all in facial expressions and her body movements. It's just as powerful. She's so very talented!

Look on Aunt Agnes face made giggle as she realizes the role in her own house have reversed on her. That her little sister is now in charge. I don't mean in unkind way whatsoever. The relationship and dynamics between these two sisters have been certain ways for most likely all their lives up to this point, but now Aunt Agnes is going to have to listen to Aunt Ada in way is never did before. I personally think it's going to good for the whole household. Aunt Ada is kind and compassionate that will benefit everyone in that household especially Aunt Agnes.

I did love When Aunt Ada ask Marian if finally broke off her engagement with Dashiell, because she know he wasn't right for her. Lol it was too brilliant. I love Aunt Ada so much!!

So yes finally Marian broke off her engagement to Dashiell!! I cheered when that happened!! It's like damn woman took you long enough. But after he called her by his dead wife's name, creepy that was the last straw. No one can blame the man for still being in love with his dead wife. We all know that heart doesn't work that way, just because their no longer here doesn't make our love just stop. It's ultimately more to what Marian said, that their not well matched, they don't want the same things and their not in love with each other. I'm just glad she found her back bone and got out before it was too late.

I'm personally so happy about that kiss bewteen Marian and Larry, I was yelling kiss, kiss, kiss the whole time! I think their well matched in every way. Larry definitely be ok with Marian teaching or anything else she wants to do. Now thanks to Aunt Ada she won't come penniless to the whole thing because we know Aunt Ada won't allow that!! I'll put odds on it! Only issue as we all know may be Bertha. Perhaps not though so much with Larry, she does like Marian. We'll see... I did like the little scene bewteen Marian and Frances. I felt quite a bit of empathy for Frances, she was just a little girl looking for a mom. I'm glad Marian was able to reassure for her that she will still be very much in her life just not as her step-mother.

I'm so happy for Jack that he got his patent approved. It was such a brilliant idea of Peggy's that he go talk to Larry about it. That Larry wants to go into business with Jack on his alarm clock. Love it. It was so amazing what happen then.

Peggy deciding to leave her job at The Globe was probably the only way to deal with her feelings for her boss

I'm sad for her because she was doing something she loved. But he was just too casual about the whole cheating on my wife no doubt done more times then Peggy would of ever found out about. She deserves so much better. This also showed that she as alot of self respect, self worth, and self confidence. To not only not fall for his bs, but to walk away when she clearly had feelings but knew it was a bad situation for her. Women now a days can learn alot from her. I was also nice to see perhaps the rift bewteen Peggy and her father may be softening. That her mother and father are getting back to loving terms with each other.

I was very sad to see Mr. Watson go but to know that he'll be part of his daughter and grand children lives makes it a happy going. I'm glad his daughter let her wishes known and kinda defy he husband by going to talk to her dad.

Now the opera war. I never thought Bertha wouldn't pull it off. There's just something about that woman that scream WIN. I'm not surprised she got the Duke back, because she something or someone Mrs. Astor doesn't that alone I knew would enough to turn the Duke back to her side. That is Gladys of course. Now am I ok that's a good chance that Bertha sold Gladys into marriage with the Duke no I'm not! I love Bertha I truly do. However her own ambition I feel is an issue, it's a blinding thing, it's all consuming, it power over everything. I fear what that will do to her in future. Ambition can be good until it takes complete control of a person. Because the need to win, to be number one, to defeat those against you makes you forget about who truly loves you. I don't want to see that be the path for Bertha. Because at her core I don't believe she's her ambition. If she was she wouldn't of done the nice gesture for Mrs. Bruce by giving her the tickets to opening night of Met. Bertha does show incredible care and kindness to her staff. Which is something I truly love about her. Always the way she is with the people she's made friends with. Unlike Mrs. Astor who treats everyone like they should be kissing her ass. Bertha genuinely nice, kind, sweet and funny. So I want to her ambition hurt the rest of her, hurt her life, completely destroy her relationship with her daughter, her son and her husband. Because her ambition isn't worth losing her family that loves her. Alright enough said on that. To good stuff.

Seeing Mrs. Astor lose was brilliant! She at more than half empty Academy still trying to pretend everything's fine...while a death rattle could heard in the background. I wanted to tell Aunt Agnes and Oscar to get the fuck out of there, go with Mrs. Fish, save yourselves!!

Turner fuming was hilarious and her husband being completely over it just made all the better. I got feelings he just wanted to say to her could just sit down and shut it already damn for some peace and quiet. All day and night it's Mrs. Russell this and Mrs. Russell that. Should never marry you fuck!

I loved both Bertha and Gladys gowns. The colors were beautiful. Especially like how the colors deep green pattern against lighter green of Bertha's made her stand out in her box at Met, couldn't miss her if you wanted too. Marian gown was very cool I really liked ruching by shoulders and neck. But I think my favorite gown belonged to Aurora, blue and white and sparkly it was gorgeous. That's one I would've wanted to wear.

I so did love seeing Bertha get her moment, she was floating on air there. Especially when she walk through the doors of her central box after nearly crying because George got back for her. To the whole of the Metropolitan filled. Although the boxes where bigger then I thought they be. All I could recall was when I watched The Age of Innocent because that begins at the opera, it's very much in a similar time frame as The Gilded Age. But I like the ones at the Met better, they can call over and talk to each other like friends do. It seems less stuffy and more social and fun. One of my favorite moments was when Bertha caught sight of Mrs. Bruce and Mr. Baudin and gives them a little wave, it was so cute and endearing.

Mrs. Bruce was very cute through out being at an opera house for the first time.

I'm so sad it's the final episode of the season. All I know is HBO better renew for 3rd season!! Because it's official my favorite series, I don't want it going anywhere for a long long time!!

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celestialholz · 11 months

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For some reason, I’m seriously wondering if Brassius is /younger/ than he looks, like…Cyrus does NOT look 27, yet there he is. And Brassius was confirmed to have had physically and mentally torturous younger years as an artist struggling for recognition. I’m not saying he’s also 27 mind you, he’s more likely in his late 30’s, /maybe/ early 40’s if we’re being generous.

This…also brings up the potential of an age gap in his and Hassel’s relationship, depending on when they met. Hassel’s likely in his 50’s (somewhere on the low end, maybe), meaning they might have anywhere from a 10 to 15 year age gap in their relationship!

I’m not saying there was any orbiting mind you, they were both fully-grown legal adults when they met, and all my homies hate orbiting—but it’s something to consider, given we don’t have canon ages for every character outside of a very small few.

Ah, my dear anonymous friend, today I must have a chat with you all on coding.

Cyrus looks like this at 27 because he's wrong. His storyline is finding a way to mend the 'incomplete human spirit', and yet in his design and actions we see his flawed viewpoint. The narrative asks you to consider that if this is what perfection looks like, why is everyone else different? Why does everyone else look their age, or younger, and yet they're somehow incorrect? It's because everyone else isn't wrong. Cyrus' cold heart is draining him of his youth and vitality - he's too serious, and so it shows upon his skin. He's a commentary, a man too driven and too angry at entirely the wrong thing. He will unleash the literal embodiment of Satan to 'save us all', which is dictator language if I've ever heard it. It's why he wears grey, white and black - at his 'core', where the white undershirt is (the colour of purity), he has good intentions, or at least believes he does; his jacket is grey because he's morally ambiguous, lying to his team with again, what he thinks are good intentions - he's saving everyone, isn't he, what's the sacrifice of some good soldiers compared to that? And it's predominantly black, because his heart, and his thoughts, are literally 'dark.' He's a walking red flag on virtually every level, which makes the fact that his name literally means 'sun' particularly funny. He thinks he's bringing light to the world, but all he's bringing is darkness.

Contrast all of that to this lovely fellow here.

Brassius is physically marked by time because of both illness and depression - he was never 'wrong' in the way Cyrus is, so his lines and frown are a measure of struggling rather than a mental issue. The transformation here is palpable - the man we see jumping from rooftops and being the King of Drama is not necessarily young accordingly, he's alive. He's living his best life later in that life because he never could before - he's been healed, physically and spiritually, by Hassel. The coding here is of a youth unfortunately missed - he was drained of it too, but in an entirely different manner. Hilarious, because as I've pointed out before, Brassius is moon-coded to Hassel's sun coding - he's reflected his light, and now shines in his own right, whereas Cynthia - whose name similarly means 'moon' - is a reflection of Cyrus, the 'good' mirror to his wild ideals.

The difference lies not only in narrative, but in coding. Cyrus is a petulant youth, shouting at the world that won't listen until he makes them; Brassius is a grandpa-esque figure of art and wisdom. He's seen shit, and therefore he's basically every child's adorable little gay uncle. He's not jumping off windmills because he's full of youth, especially when we know from his rematch that it hurts his knees - he's jumping off windmills because he can. Because he's living now, because he's a role model, because he basks in literal sunlight... which is probably why he trains Grass-types, narratively. Needs that photosynthesis. <3

Likewise, speaking of men who are living nowadays...

Here is a man who has also been through some shit - the burden of responsibility vs. the freedom of being your authentic self, who has also been healed by finding his little free-spirited, unapologetic artist husband. You'll see looking at them together like this, the only thing really distinguishing the two in wrinkles is the lines around Hassel's mouth... which is pretty easy to explain away as continuous frowning, when you've spent a good portion of your life hiding your true softness and trying to be the head of the family your heritage expects you to be.

It's a very different and beautiful take on the Sinnoh dynamic, honestly. Where Cyrus and Cynthia are at odds, both fighting for their own greater good, the sun and the moon here are in harmony - they're equals at every turn. One heals the other, and vice versa; they're both role models for young people; Brassius' art depicts them both to varying degrees; Hassel shows up at gym two; Flapple is half of them each... neither seems inadequate at all. Even the skill gap evens up, because they become very similarly levelled during the gym leader rematches.

And when you've got coding like that...

Is Hassel the older one, here? Oh, almost definitely. We don't know any canon ages in Paldea except Dendra, who explicitly tells us she's 25, and therefore, Tulip must be a very similar age as they grew up together. Everyone else is up for debate, really, aside from the kids obviously being kids. But this has all been a very long way to say, dearest anon, that I don't think this age gap's as wide as you might think. :) I think, in the spirit of equality, Brassius looks older than he is, and Hassel does too, because they've both had lives of turmoil - if I had to stick numbers on it, Brassius is early 40s, and Hassel's late 40s. But as you rightly point out my unknown pal, there's no orbiting here. This is a healthy and wonderful relationship of absolute equilibrium, as my meta masterpost on them will explain more easily than I can summarise here. Both of them are utter sweethearts with good hearts, and everything they are is built on mutual respect and appreciation. But you don't usually achieve mastery of your craft, and especially not after early disadvantages, unless you're of a certain age. These two are endgame life material, the 'happily ever after' of achieving true self-worth as well as true love. They stand as our in-game grandpas for a reason. :)

#ephemeralartshipping #hassius #hassel x brassius #hassel #brassius #pokemon scarlet and violet #love me some inbox meta honestly <3 #pride month win once again! these artists are gay and completely equal!#ask #answered

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cryptids-lobelia-garden · 27 days

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Lol sorry this is a day late I was honoring the April 1 strike for Palestine and then yesterday my internet was really slow and Tumblr draft edit wouldn’t work

Anyway.

Warnings: idk how these work please lemme know if I need to tag anything else but uh. Manipulative/kinda creepy whumper, a conditioned whumpee and his self destructive/self sacrificial tendencies, caretaker was hurt by whumpee in the past (not in a whump way just in a whumpee tried to destroy the world and caretaker had to stop him way) but he’s grown over the time they’ve been apart and come to understand the whumpee’s actions, uh. This is Pokémon and I’m going with a nuanced take of some of them are sapient and some aren’t and caretaker is very much a Pokémon, also whumpee is a canon character and might act OOC for. Reasons that will hopefully be revealed over the course of this month if I can get this challenge done :D oh also I follow canon VERY loosely bc there’s like three different canons and I’m here to have fun not to police my story writing so uh. Ye

Anyway, there’s also some mind control in there, some frostbite, some.. It’s like a chemical burn sort of, some dissociative panic attack flavored stuff, uh. Animal attack? Oh yeah and dismemberment lol- this one is. A little. Uh. Yeah

Oh and if you see these characters on another account ask that account if it’s me before getting upset bc uh. I have posted abt them on my main before

Anyway. Yeah. Enjoy this, uh. Please don’t judge me I can’t get these freaks out of my head hsjdjdjd

Day 1: Limp

Reunited Arc Part 1

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It was supposed to just be a normal day off.

Cheri was headed to Celestic City to meet with a historian, to answer questions about Dialga and the Diamond Clan.

He’s taking the train, since he didn’t feel like walking all that way or making any of his Pokémon carry him.

It was supposed to be a normal day, but he sees a familiar face, and he has to do a double take.

Long blond hair, one eye covered, tied in its usual messy bun in the back. A shining silver eye, which is currently focused on a watch on their own wrist. Cheri would’ve guessed that was Cynthia, but he’s a guy, and he’s wearing a form-fitting black turtleneck tank top, a denim jacket over it.

The modern clothes on him are such a foreign sight.

But there’s no mistaking it.

Volo.

Cheri feels his blood freeze near instantly. A few people step away as the space around him begins to grow cold, a breeze of malice brushing through the air.

Volo hasn’t noticed him yet, and Cheri’s debating between just leaving and confronting the man.

Celestic Town is pretty close to Mount Coronet, but Cheri has prior arrangements. If he decides to go after Volo, he might not make it to the city on time, if at all. And someone guards the mountain now after Cyrus, right? So it’s not like Volo will be able to actually get there.

Unless he takes a path that isn’t through the caves. But even then, Arceus will be fine, they’re a god, it’s fine.

Maybe Cheri should just avoid all this and ride a bike to town. He left himself enough time to, after all.

But the train doors close, making Cheri’s choice for him. He can’t just say nothing.

So he steps forward.

“Hey.”

Volo looks up from his watch, eyes wide. “Hello- I’m sorry, am I in your way?” Who is this? He looks familiar..

Cheri shakes no. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Volo stops, staring at the stranger(?) for a moment. He knows me. Who is this? Usually, when people are angry at me in this time, it’s because they’ve mistaken me for Cynthia. But it seems like this one’s here for ME, not her-

His eyes widen. He goes pale. Takes a step back, his voice quiet enough that only the man in front of him hears it. “Cheri.” The one of the siblings I ESPECIALLY did NOT want to run into.

I don’t have time for this! Not now- of all the times I could have run into him, it had to be this last mission?

He pushes his thoughts aside, putting on a grin and trying to act like everything’s fine.

“Haha, it’s fancy seeing you here! What a coincidence!” I can’t do this right now! I’m on a time limit- this is THE WORST possible timing for this to happen, so of course it does.

“What a coincidence indeed,” Cheri says, voice low, taking another step forward as Volo takes a step back.

Volo’s smiling, that same pleasant grin Cheri remembers from all those years ago. But Cheri knows it’s a lie, can sense the fear coming off the man.

“Why are you headed to Mount Coronet? You and I both know you shouldn’t be there.”

“Listen, I can explain, but I don’t have much time- but I am not here for Arceus.” Cheri doesn’t seem convinced, so he keeps talking. “I’m here to protect Arceus, actually, from someone much worse than I am.”

“Hm. A likely story.” Cheri starts reading his emotions a little more.

“I swear on my life, that’s behind me.” Please, please, please please PLEASE believe me. I know you have every reason not to, after what I’ve done, but please just listen.

Cheri hums, thinking this over for a moment.

He doesn’t sense any lies from the man, strangely enough. He lets his magic push forward a little further, sensing for Volo’s intentions.

He doesn’t sense anything to do with Arceus at all, actually. No lies, no deceit.

Interesting..

Volo shivers as he feels a cold chill brushing through him, though the pleasant mask of a smile stays firmly in place. They reach their stop. I need to get away. He turns on his heel. “Well, I’ll be seeing you around-” Cheri’s hand is on his shoulder, and he tenses, breath catching in his throat. Please have mercy. Whatever you’re about to do, just don’t hurt me too badly.

Cheri’s voice is quiet, his expression grim. “You’re on a suicide mission, aren’t you.”

Shock, surprise. He shakes his head, smile growing strained. “Wh- how did you-” Volo clears his throat, turning back to smile at Cheri. “It doesn’t matter. No matter what happens, whether it’s him who dies or me, the problem will be over. And I’m probably not going to die anyway. Why?”

Cheri frowns, thinking that over for a few moments. Him? I’m assuming that’s who he’s saying he’s protecting Arceus from? If Volo dies, doesn’t that mean the problem isn’t technically over? Because we still have someone out there who’s willing to attack Arceus to further a goal. And if Volo, of all people, thinks this guy could KILL him, with Pokémon as powerful as his.. “..I’m coming with you.”

Why? What does he want out of this? “He is dangerous. You shouldn’t come with, he could kill you, and I am not worth it.” How much does he know? How did he know?

“Well, that’s all the more reason for me to come with.” If this guy really is as much of a threat as Volo says he is, I need to make sure this guy doesn’t get anywhere near the creation quartet. The two step off the train, and Cheri crosses his arms, head tilting to the side. “If you’re telling the truth, it sounds like this guy needs to be taken out.”

Volo looks up at Cheri for a second, opening his mouth to argue, and Cheri ignores his own annoyance, interrupting before Volo starts.

“I’ve fought gods. I’ve fought you. I’m sure I can take this guy out just fine.”

Volo frowns. “You should want me dead, you know-”

“No. Nope.” Cheri pinches the bridge of his nose. “Shut up with that, I’m not gonna listen to you talk about yourself like that.” Because as angry as I am at him for everything..

I can’t bring myself to hate him. Can’t bring myself to hate anyone, really, but ESPECIALLY not him.

We’re the same, after all.

Volo shuts his mouth, keeping the surprise off his face. I betrayed him and his siblings. Am I not just speaking truth? “..okay. ..I’ll explain while we walk, but we need to hurry.” I really am not worth it. But.. I doubt I’ll be able to talk him out of this. He always was stubborn, even more so than his sister at times..

What does he want, coming with me on this? Perhaps he’s just making sure I’m telling the truth about not being after Arceus, but then if he knows how dangerous this mission is..

..What should I tell him? What should I leave out? He needs to know at least some of the situation. Maybe if he knows it’s no real threat to anyone except me, he’ll leave the situation be? He knows I deserve this, after all, was on the receiving end of my worst mistake..

Cheri follows the man, who seems to be lost in thought, and he soon gets lost in his own. Who is “he”..? I could look into his fears and see.. no, that’s too invasive. Even for Volo.

..I really don't know much about him, Hisui was so long ago.. And even back then, he tried to avoid being around me as much as he could. He could tell I didn’t trust him. He hung out with Ana and Keyo much more often. But..

He looks up at Volo. Volo looks back, smiling that pleasant smile again. But it’s tense. Almost strained. Cheri gives as reassuring of a smile as he can, but it only seems to make the guy more tense, so Cheri looks away.

I’m pretty sure that this isn’t like him. He manipulated my siblings and I into helping him collect the Plates, avoiding the dangerous work for himself; it isn’t like him to do something so dangerous like this.

Cheri carefully looks at Volo out of the corner of his eye, studying Volo’s face for a moment. His eyes glow as he looks into Volo’s emotions, grimacing when he feels a wave of anxiety and self hatred and quickly stopping, pulling his magic away.

Whoa..

..He doesn’t feel the same. I don’t feel the sense of untrustworthiness I did back then.

I wish I had a hold on my powers then, because I don’t have any idea how different he truly is, I have no clue if that self hatred was there before, but I know for a FACT the anxiety wasn’t. I can see it even without my abilities.

Volo’s looking around at every face as they walk. It’s hard to notice the nerves behind the pleasant smile, but Cheri can tell from how tense he’s holding his shoulders, a tenseness that didn’t exist back in Hisui.

And his eyes are.. darker, somehow, and his breath hitches every so often as people look at him.

And he looks sick. He has eyebags dark enough they almost look like bruises. He’s pale- even more so than he was back then.

He’s still smiling, but something about the smile is even more fake than it used to be; at least in Hisui, the confidence was real.

What happened to take his confidence?

They’re around less people now, and Volo takes a breath, turning to look at the trail. “So!” Volo claps his hands together with a fake chipper attitude. “The man we’re going after.. His name is Eclipse.”

With the name, Cheri notices fear.

Memories.

He doesn’t look into them, that’s invasive, but he can tell they’re there. That’s not good.

“He’s..” Volo thinks for a moment. “..Not a good man.” Then he points into the air, finger wagging as he talks. “And he’s leading me straight into a trap! And he likely knows that I know that it’s a trap. And he also knows that I’m going to come anyway, whether I know it’s a trap or not. But!” Volo turns to Cheri suddenly, pointing at him with a smile. “If I walk into the trap, he’ll stop everything he’s doing. He only wants me. I mean, he also wants to take revenge on- well, that doesn’t matter, but he’ll stop if I give myself to him.”

“If you what?” Cheri’s staring to get genuinely worried, eyebrows furrowing. “Volo, who is this guy?”

“Someone who gave me what I deserve,” Volo says quickly, then he shakes his head. “It really doesn’t matter. Go home, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Arceus is part of it, and you are too, so uh. Yeah. It does concern me, actually.” Damnit, that wasn’t supposed to sound so pointed. I’m WORRIED, about HIM, not about Arceus.

Volo shakes his head. “Really, it’s fine. I’m not here to do anything to Arceus. No plates, no flute, you can check my bag if you want. I’m just here for Eclipse. I’m here to try to take him down, and if that doesn’t work, well.. The problem will be gone either way!”

There’s a sour taste in Cheri’s mouth. Something’s very, very wrong here. “So, what, you’re just gonna let this guy take you and do Arceus knows what?”

“It’s deserved.” Volo smiles at him again, though it’s more strained and looks much more like he’s pleading. “Please, just leave, this is not worth your safety.”

“Nope. No, not happening. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not, you’re not gonna talk me out of it now.” This whole situation.. Whatever’s going on, it really seems like it’s MUCH worse than he deserved. Prison maybe, I could see that. Maybe getting grabbed by a time traveler who could teach him about exactly why what he did was dangerous.

But something tells me someone went way too far.

Volo’s smile grows more strained. “..I was afraid of that,” he murmurs, then he shakes his head. “Well. Hm. ..okay. I.. suppose this might be a good thing. He probably thinks that I’m not coming with backup- I wasn’t planning to, so.” Volo shakes his head, smile fading entirely as he turns back to the trail up Mount Coronet. “Anyway.. He has been collecting legendary and mythical Pokémon from different times and places. We’re not sure what all he has- we know for sure he has Regiice, Azelf, and possibly the other two lake spirits, as well as the Red Chain.”

Who is “we”?? Wait. SHIT. Cheri’s neck snaps he turns to Volo so fast. “He has the red chain?”

Volo, fairly used to ghost-type shenanigans, barely bats an eye. He just nods, a grim look on his face. “And he’s going after Arceus with it.”

“That’s.. not good.” Cheri turns back to the trail, frowning down at it and kicking a few pebbles forward. “But if he takes you, the problem’s over? Why?”

Volo thinks for a moment. “He’s.. very angry with me, and it’s me specifically that he’s after, despite the situation,” he says. Cheri can tell Volo’s verbally stepping around details, so he stays quiet, waiting for Volo to explain. “..I caused him to lose everything he had.”

“..with the rift, or..?”

“Oh, no, not like that.” Volo quickly shakes his head, hands waving. “No, he just..” Volo grimaces, looking away, what Cheri would have been able to see of his face hidden behind his hair. “He.. Well. He did some pretty bad things to me. Which! That was deserved, really, you know I deserved them.” Cheri grimaces. He keeps saying that it’s deserved.. it’s putting a bad taste in my mouth. Before Cheri can say anything, Volo keeps talking. “But when Management saw what he did, they kicked him from-” He shakes his head. “You know, I actually don’t think I’m supposed to talk about that. Forget I said anything about Management.”

“Okay.” So, he was in some secret club or something, and this Eclipse guy hurt him and got kicked out over it. “..the hell you mean ‘it’s deserved’? What did he do?”

Volo’s lips press into a thin line for a moment, then he glances at his watch. “Oh, look at the time!” Volo grimaces as he looks at the cave through the mountain. “We should hurry, let’s leave the path and just climb it, this cave system must be new; I am unfamiliar with it.”

Okay, he’s avoiding the question. Cheri frowns, ignoring the annoyance stewing in his gut and following Volo off the path. Then Eclipse must have done something pretty bad.

Or maybe he’s just a very private person. He avoided questions a lot back in Hisui.

Then again, in Hisui, he had a lot of things to hide.

..What is this club he was in? Some sort of evil team? But if it is, why would they have sent him to PROTECT Arceus from this Eclipse guy?

Given our past, I’d think he was lying if I couldn’t tell. He is so incredibly lucky I have the ability to tell.

“..so. He’s got a bunch of legendaries. Why are they with him?”

“They’re not with him willingly,” Volo explains, finding a good spot on a cliffside to start climbing. “He has this device, it’s from the future- Ah! Did I mention he’s from the future? Anyway, he has this device, which is controlling them through technologically created psychic power. They don’t want this, so we need to try to avoid hurting them, so the hoppers can bring them home- they’re from different times, he’s been jumping through time to take them.”

Cheri blinks a few times, head tilting to the side in confusion. “Hoppers?? Jumping through time???” Holy shit, wait, was I accidentally right about a time traveler grabbing him?

I guess it makes sense how he’s here then.

“It’s a very long story.” One I am probably not allowed to tell you. Well.. I might be able to, considering the fact that technically, you’re a time traveler. One chosen by Arceus, no less. But.. I don’t want to drag you into this mess. Not any more than I already have, anyway. Volo shakes his head. “Anyway, we’re not sure what exactly he’s controlling them through, but we believe it’s his bracelet.”

“Gotcha.” Cheri frowns. “So, don’t hurt the legendaries, break his bracelet.”

“Exactly.” Getting to the top of the cliffside, Volo turns around to pull Cheri up, though Cheri waves him off, he doesn’t need the help. “And try not to get hurt yourself.”

Cheri nods, smirking. “Thanks, Sherlock.”

Volo blinks a few times in confusion. “..Sherlock..?”

“It’s a reference- there’s this book-” Cheri shakes his head. “Nevermind.” Noticing a sneasel sneaking up on him, he snarls at it, letting an illusion lash towards it. It squeaks in fear, running off. “Sorry, can’t risk it with dark types.”

“No, that’s fine.” I already knew he wasn’t human anyway, though it’s interesting to see him actually use his abilities.

However, it IS a little frightening.

Was that meant to be a show of power, or was he genuinely just scaring it off?

What exactly does he want with me?

Volo turns, and they keep walking, an uncomfortable silence falling between the two.

“..you know.. I have time.”

Volo looks over at him in confusion.

“For a long story I mean.”

“This isn’t one you want to hear,” Volo quickly says. Please don’t ask again.

Luckily for Volo, Cheri just looks at him for a moment, almost seeming to study him. Volo shudders at the way Cheri seems to be staring straight into his soul.

Then Cheri nods, turning to the next cliffside to climb in silence.

Volo watches him for a moment longer before turning back to climb. ..He doesn’t trust me. I can tell. He might never trust me again, and honestly, that would be warranted.

It’s really unfortunate timing, that this has happened now, of all times. Right now, when I’m doing something important. One last thing before there’s nothing left for me to do, nothing left that I can fix.

..I suppose if I survive this, I can let him and his siblings decide my fate afterwards. Those three were the ones most directly affected by my actions.. Then they’ll get the final decision, if it isn’t made here.

..for now, though.. I can, at the very least, try to give him closure.

“..I.. want to apologize,” Volo mutters.

Cheri turns to look at him, subconsciously checking his intentions, and oh, this is a genuine apology. “Hm?”

“For.. Not only the rift, and pulling you and your siblings from your home, but also for betraying the three of you. ..I hope you know it wasn’t just.. It wasn’t all just manipulation. You three were some of the few people I could genuinely consider friends, had I not been holding you all at arms length.” I might as well be genuine. Maybe in return, he’ll do the same..

No. I shouldn’t hope, I don’t get to hope, but..

It would be nice, if it was something I deserved.

Cheri blinks a few times as he feels the sincerity. Interesting.. “..They’re going to want apologies too, you know. ..thanks, by the way, that.. actually means a lot.” He looks up the mountain, thinking for a moment. “..You really have changed, haven’t you.”

Volo hums, making a so-so gesture. “I’d like to think so.”

“..I forgive you, you know.” Cheri shakes his head. “Honestly, I did a long time ago. What you did was fucked up, don’t get me wrong, and a LOT of people got hurt that shouldn’t have. But.. I dunno.” He shakes his head. “..I can understand your reasoning.” What I learned about him, about his people..

Volo stops, looking over at Cheri with confusion. He forgives me..? Why? It doesn’t make sense to me. What does he have to gain? I don’t know if I should trust this, that might be exactly what he’s aiming for. “Really?” Volo looks up to meet Cheri’s eyes.

Confusion, a hint of fear, and Cheri realizes he should explain. “I wouldn’t ever do the same thing you did, don’t get me wrong. But the world really is full of unnecessary suffering.” Cheri shakes his head. “And.. if I’m right about where you came from, you’ve dealt with a lot of it, right?”

How much does he know about me? And how does he know it? Why does he know it?

Volo doesn’t let his uneasiness show on his face, humming noncommittally. “It doesn’t excuse my actions. I ended up bringing harm to a lot of people.” I don’t deserve forgiveness. “..Thank you, though,” he murmurs.

Cheri studies him for a moment. So, the self loathing is probably from the rift and everything surrounding it, at least partially.. Not sure what the uneasiness is about, but he doesn’t like something about me. It might just be the whole zoroark thing, but it’s been growing, so maybe it’s something I’ve been saying or something? “Don’t mention it.” He looks up, getting to the top of the cliff they’re climbing and offering a hand to pull Volo up, which Volo takes.

They’re about halfway up the mountain now. The air’s growing colder- though Cheri can’t really feel the cold himself, Volo’s pulling his clothes a little tighter around himself.

..conversation topic.. Oh, the plan. “So.. About this Eclipse guy..”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Volo says quickly.

“No, I wasn’t asking what he did, don’t worry.” I don’t want to push him too much, he’s wary. “I just want to know, he’s trying to kill you, right? Do you want him alive, or? If you’re, uh.. taking him out, what’re we doing with him after? What’s the plan?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, he’ll be taken care of either way, and.. alive would be preferred, but if he dies, I.. don’t really care.” Maybe that’s a little harsh.. Well. Maybe I’m allowed to be a little harsh. Volo shakes his head. “However, I would like to be able to capture him and bring him in. I.. have some questions that I want to ask him, with prison bars separating him from me, of course.”

Cheri hums, studying Volo’s expression for a moment, sensing the emotions behind it. Is that.. Pain? Exhaustion?

Concern? ..Overthinking, maybe..?

“..What sorts of questions?”

Volo shakes his head. “..I just.. hm.”

I don’t know how to word this. I want to know why he did it. I want to know why, out of EVERYONE he could have chosen, every timespace criminal he had access to, he chose ME to hurt.

“..I want closure.”

Cheri hums, looking away. “..He might not give you that. Talking to him might make it worse, you know.”

Volo turns to Cheri with a glare, hissing “You know nothing about him, or my situation.”

Cheri’s a little surprised by the sudden anger in the air, though it’s understandable, he doesn’t blame Volo for it. After a moment of thought, trying to figure out what to say, he shrugs. “I might know next to nothing about the situation, but I know trauma when I see it.” He glances over at Volo, letting his eyes flash, a subtle reminder of his abilities. “He hurt you, yeah? On purpose, I’m guessing.”

..Just how much does he know..? And what is he trying to get out of knowing this about me?

He’s right, and it scares me. Does he know because of an ability? Did he look into my fears? Or did he figure it out on his own?

Volo turns away, the silence giving Cheri all the answer he needs.

Shit. It seems like trying to bridge the gap is just making things worse.. Honestly, I should’ve expected this, got too personal too fast.

Well. There’s no point in dropping the conversation at this point. He can try to make me leave, but it’s not gonna work, I need to make sure this Eclipse guy doesn’t fuck with Arceus. And besides..

I’m worried. About Volo, of all people. That’s saying something. “..And he’s trying to kill you even now.. I doubt he’ll give you closure.” Cheri turns away, frowning. “If anything, talking to him might make things worse.” It made it worse when I talked to Keyo’s bio parents, after all. Dickheads will be dickheads, it’ll always hurt to talk to em.

“Perhaps.” Volo shakes his head. My pain shouldn’t matter to you. You can’t actually care, especially not with everything I’ve done to you, so..

It must matter to you because you want me hurt.

“..Let’s talk about something else, shall we?” And if you do somehow care, you shouldn’t get attached to me anyway, you shouldn’t get attached to someone who deserves a bad fate. It’ll only hurt you.

“Hm.” ..yeah. He’s probably done talking now. Cheri looks up the mountain, squinting as the sun hits his eyes. “..Not much further now.”

Volo nods, checking his watch. “The readings said he will appear in the cave that leads to Cloudcap Pass.”

“Alright. So we get to the pass, then go to the cave from there?”

Volo nods. “And then we’ll wait until he arrives.”

“Right.”

They climb in silence until they reach the top, coming out near the destroyed temple. Cheri takes a deep breath, taking in the air.

This place feels as holy as it always did, the presence of the gods closer here than it is anywhere else in the region, and he feels the power of Arceus’s blessing within him shift.

They’re watching.

Volo glances over at the spear pillar, an unreadable expression on his face, and Cheri senses a spike of guilt. Then he turns away from it, wordlessly heading to the cave, a grim determination filling his gut as he lets his Pokémon out.

Cheri lets his own Pokémon out too. He hadn’t been expecting a battle today, but most of his Pokémon are pretty strong anyway, so it should be fine. He’s got Sprigs with him, and Sprigs doesn’t fight, so he was left in his ball. But Cheri has a few with him that do fight, some of the ones that he hasn’t spent much time with recently. Hydra, Eelectra, Zigzag, Tiktok, and Sylvie- his hydreigon, eelektross, linoone, galvantula, and sylveon, respectively- all can fight. And in the worst case scenario, he can fight too.

Recognition. Feeling a pulse of emotional energy towards him, he turns to look at Volo’s Lucario, who’s staring at him with confusion and a little bit of fear. Cheri takes a breath, summoning up feelings of forgiveness, knowing the other Pokémon can read them. After a moment, the Lucario nods, pushing another feeling towards him. Friendliness, a gesture of goodwill. That is SO much better than what I got from his trainer. Cheri smiles, letting the feeling rise in his chest and sending it back, then he looks over at Volo.

Volo looks normal on the outside, but Cheri can tell he’s terrified, can feel the feeling seeping off him even without reaching towards him with his abilities.

“Hey,” Cheri says, resting a hand on Volo’s shoulder.

He nearly pulls away when Volo flinches, but then Volo leans slightly into the kind touch, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He’s touching me. Why is he touching me. I..

Why am I.. not all that scared of it..?

“I’ve got your back. You’re gonna be okay,” Cheri mutters. If you’re gonna die, he’s gotta get through me first.

Volo stares at him for a moment, then nods, his smile becoming a bit more genuine, though there’s sadness in his eyes. Oh. This is genuine kindness?

I should have expected it from Arceus’s chosen.

..I really don’t deserve this. You shouldn’t get attached to me. He opens his mouth to speak, but then his watch starts to blare, an alarm that he quickly moves to silence, expression hardening. “He’s coming,” Volo says, pressing a button on his watch. A hologram pops up, indicating a specific location, and Volo turns it off and takes a step away from there, staring at it, getting low to the ground, ready to dodge at a moment’s notice. Okay. I can do this. All I need is to last long enough to break that bracelet. His Pokémon quickly surround him, protective. Cheri motions for his own to do the same, and they quickly get into battle-ready stances.

The group stands in silence, staring at the spot, waiting with bated breath.

And then a portal opens, and Volo’s garchomp snarls, dashing forward.

“Ah- Shark, wait-!”

But it’s too late. Shark is thrown into the nearest wall, a Mewtwo holding him there. He snarls, kicking at the walls, the ground, trying to escape the psychic grasp, but it’s no use. Should I recall him and let him back out? I don’t know if that would work, don’t know if I could move quickly enough-

“Well, hello there,” someone says.

The voice is unfamiliar to Cheri.

But Volo stiffens even further.

Goosebumps rise on his arms.

Cheri can feel the fear seeping off him as he turns to stare into the portal.

The strange man steps forwards, grinning. “That’s not the friendliest welcome.”

“Eclipse,” Volo mutters, shrinking back. Shrinking back.

What the hell did he do, to make Volo react like that? Cheri looks over to Eclipse, taking in the high-tech bracelets on his arms, the look in his eyes.

He’s immediately hit with the man’s aura as he reaches his powers out, a sense of complete malice washing over him, and his eyes narrow as he braces himself against it, subconsciously baring his teeth.

“I can’t let you near Arceus,” Volo says, taking a step forward despite his fear, his Pokémon moving with him.

Eclipse waves his right hand, and a few more legendaries appear.

Volo stops moving forward. The whole cave is at a standstill.

Cheri notices strange yellow wires around the legendaries’ forms, feels psychic energy coming off of them, and then his eyes narrow as he notices a small yellow bracelet on Eclipse’s wrist. It’s barely noticeable, but it matches the wires. That must be the one.

“You know what I want,” Eclipse says. Volo’s Pokémon growl, protectively moving between the two. “All you need to do is come quietly, and all this can end. You know you deserve what’ll happen to you. It’ll save the world, even; it’ll finally redeem you, to prevent the same thing you did from happening again.”

And his grin widens, the malice surrounding im grows stronger.

“Don’t you want that?”

The manipulation leaves a bad taste in Cheri’s mouth, but he looks over at Volo, waiting to see how the interaction plays out.

“..I..” I do deserve it, but I still have my Pokémon to take care of. I don’t want to leave them behind, but if this doesn’t work, if I attack him and it ends up being for nothing, will he hurt them as retaliation for my actions?

..If I just go with, I won’t have to worry. They will be at least a little safer. The land may be different in this time, but it’s still their home region, and I trust they’ll be able to take care of themselves if needed, but..

“Are you going to return the legendaries to where you got them if I do?”

Volo’s pokemon make sounds of protests, but he holds up a hand to keep them quiet.

“Of course. I only needed them for this, after all.”

Okay. Fuck this. Cheri steps forward suddenly. “He isn’t going anywhere with you,” Cheri spits, moving between the two himself.

“And who are you? His new toy?” Eclipse sneers. “He’ll only betray you, you know; he’s betrayed everyone he’s ever gotten close to. He’ll manipulate you and then throw you aside, like he always has.”

Cheri feels the way Volo shrinks back, feels the guilt pooling off the man, and he snarls. Gods. Why does every powerful man I meet have to be SUCH a DICK? “Shut the fuck up. You think I don’t know the risks? I’m one of the guys he betrayed, and you’re still wrong for treating him like this.”

Eclipse raises an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity in his eye. “Oh really?” He tilts his head to the side. “Haven’t you noticed he’s better now? Haven’t you noticed he’s not going to try anything anymore? That change is because of me. Really, the world is better off with him in my hands-”

Cheri rushes forward. He’s reaching for the bracelet on Eclipse’s wrist, aiming to break it, and the other Pokémon in the cave rush forwards with him.

Within seconds, Mewtwo flings a bunch of their Pokémon out of the cave. Zigzag, Hydra, and Volo’s Spiritomb are frozen in a huge block of ice that Cheri narrowly avoids himself. Galarian Moltres flies past him as he dodges another blast of ice. There’s something glowing electric blue over there, but Cherry doesn’t see what it is before another ice blast blocks his vision.

Cheri can’t see Volo, but he knows Volo has Sylvie and his lucario with him, so he focuses on dodging Regiice’s attacks. With an angry scream, fire blasts from his throat, knocking Regiice out cold. One last blast of ice manages to catch his arm, and Cheri yelps as frostbite sets in-

Volo screams, a sound that reeks of agony, a bloodcurdling sound that makes Cheri’s heart drop, and he turns to Eclipse, letting his true form show, ten feet of pure protective rage aiming for Eclipse’s wrist-

Mesprit. Blast of emotion. Panic.

Frenzy.

Magic rushing in his ears. Time blurring together. Screaming, sounds so far away.

Blood flying through the air. An arm, mangled human arm, on the ground, blood pooling, blood in his mouth, between his teeth, on his hands, broken bracelet, mutilated flesh.

He tries to breathe. Everything sounds underwater, the world spinning, spinning, out of his control.

Out of control.

Out of control, he’s out of control-

Ribbon around his arm. A sense of calm pushes the panic away. He’s left on the ground, gasping, catching his breath, residual shakes leaving him exhausted, shifting back to his human form on instinct.

He looks up after a few moments, looking up at Sylvie, who’s staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

“h.. Hey, buddy,” Cheri murmurs, gently scratching the top of Sylvie’s head. “You okay?”

Sylvie makes a sound, butting his head against Cheri’s chest before pulling away and dashing around the chunk of ice.

Cheri recalls the Pokémon who are still stuck in the ice, then stands on shaky legs, hurrying after Sylvie- Oh no.

Volo’s on the ground.

Cheri can’t tell if he’s conscious or not.

He rushes to Volo’s side, his uninjured hand hovering over the man, trying to figure out what’s wrong-

“Cheri,” a weak voice, and Cheri looks up at Volo’s face.

Contorted with agony. He reaches out with his magic to see where the pain is, burning blasts through his side. He pulls back.

“Is- is he gone?” Volo asks.

“Yeah, I- I think I got him, I think he’s gone,” Cheri mutters, rolling Volo over despite Volo’s cry of pain.

His shirt’s stained black in a large spot on his side. Cherry pulls it up to see a huge burn. It’s.. odd, though, it’s not a normal burn. The area around is stained black, but it isn’t charred, nothing is charred. It almost looks more like a poison than anything.

Cheri can feel the dark-type energy coming off it, sapping his own energy, and he takes a shaking breath through his mouth, trying to will away the feeling as he scoops Volo up. Volo lets out a pained sound at being moved. “Sorry,” Cheri mutters with a grimace, trying to ignore how hard it is to move his hand, how numb his arm is. Once he’s sure Volo is securely in his arms despite that, he gets Volo’s Spiritomb in its ball, then runs out of the cave.

“‘S fine, deserved,” Volo mutters, eyes slipping shut as he leans into Cheri. Cheri takes Volo’s pokeballs and recalls the injured Pokémon he finds scattered around the outside of the cave. “Can.. can you take care of them for me..?”

It’s all Cheri can do to not scream, shakes running through his entire body. “Shut up. Don’t do this shit, you’re not dying on me.” I came here to protect you, and by Arceus, I’m gonna do it.

Volo laughs, an exhausted, mirthless sound, even as a tear slips down his cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “It’s okay. I deserve this. It’s okay.”

“Shut up!” Shit, I’m being a little harsh. Gods. Fuck. “Sorry, actually, don’t shut up. But stop that. You don’t deserve it.” As he talks, Cheri quickly recalls the rest of their pokemon, then he gets back to running down the mountain, not even bothering going through the caves, he knows where he’s going. He shifts back to his true form so he can jump down cliffs and land it, jumping over tree roots and fallen logs, trying his best not to jostle Volo too much.

Volo’s taking shuddering breaths, silent tears slipping down his cheeks, but he doesn’t complain at all. Self hatred, agony, and a sense of utter hopelessness is coming off of him, all of it is mixed with acceptance.

He genuinely believes he deserves this, Cheri realizes, a sick feeling building in his gut. Fucking hell.

“Why’re you doing this?” Volo murmurs, looking up into Cheri’s eyes. “You can’t seriously want to help me. What’s your motive? ”

“Is it so hard to believe I could genuinely like helping people?” Cheri spits.

He was aware of the way his voice echoes in this form, but Volo flinches at the sound.

And it reminds him that, yes, it is.

He isn’t human, after all. He isn’t even living.

He’s a vengeful spirit.

And sure, he chooses not to indulge that side of himself.

But how is Volo supposed to know that?

“Sorry, sorry,” Volo murmurs, breath hitching slightly as Cheri jumps down a cliff. Blood starts to drip down his side, and Cheri internally curses.

“It’s fine,” Cheri says, setting Volo down and tearing off pieces of his own shirt to start packing the wound and make a quick makeshift bandage. “Talk about something, anything, just.. Just keep talking.”

Volo winces in pain. “..You know the Pokémon that got me? Galarian Moltres?” He looks away, eyes unfocused. “Some say it burns your very spirit away.” He laughs, though the laugh turns into coughs. “I must be very lucky that mine’s still intact, ahaha- Ow!”

“Sorry.” Having tied the makeshift bandage tight, he quickly scoops Volo back up. “What else about galarian Moltres do you know? Any interesting legends? Anything?”

“G-galar was never really my focus,” he mutters, taking a few steadying breaths- they’re shallow, it hurts him to breathe. “I’m just..” He lets out a quiet wheeze, resting his head against Cheri’s shoulder.

There’s exhaustion radiating off him, Cheri realizes, and Cheri gets running again.

“Don’t go to sleep, I don’t know what happens if you do,” he mutters.

“Mmh..” Volo shakes his head. “Trying..”

“Good. Keep talking.” Cheri takes a shaky breath. “What about normal Moltres? Any cool legends?”

“..they’ll dive into volcanoes to heal themselves,” Volo mumbles. “And they.. bring an early spring, to cold places..” His eyes slip closed.

Cheri nods. “You know the Indigo League Flame is said to have been lit with their flames?”

“Oh yeah.. I.. I remember that.. s.. Sorry, I can’t..” Volo goes limp in his arms.

“Hey, Volo, keep talking! Volo!!” Not sensing anything from the guy at all, Cheri grimaces. “SHIT!!!” Cheri moves faster, shifting back as they get to the bottom of the mountain, not wanting to be seen by anyone who doesn’t already know in any form outside of a human one.

shit shit Shit SHIT SHIT!!! Cheri bursts out of the trees, running into Eterna City, dodging around people as he heads to the nearest hospital.

He rushes into the emergency room. “We need a doctor, now!” It comes out louder than he meant it, almost echoing, though for some reason, it’s hard to hear himself anyway.

Everything feels so far away as the emergency room suddenly turns into a rush, a stretcher coming out to take Volo away. People ask what happened, and he explains as best as he can, telling them Volo got hit with a powerful dark-type attack that sapped his energy, leaving out the legendaries and the reason for the blood staining his hands and teeth.

He.. doesn’t entirely know why that’s there. He has a faint idea, but he blocks that out on purpose.

He can process that later, he can process that he probably killed a man another day.

The doctors are concerned about it, though, so he tells them it’s from the one who attacked the two of them, and they accept that answer, bringing him back soon after for his frostbitten arm.

Time seems to stretch to forever as his injury is treated, but when he’s finally left alone, allowed to leave, it feels like no time’s passed at all. He leaves the hospital, heading straight for the Pokémon center to drop off his and Volo’s Pokémon.

Relax. Just breathe, Cheri. Just relax.

Breathe.

He takes deep breaths as he walks, wrapping his arms around himself and closing his eyes, sensing people’s feelings to determine where they are so he can avoid them.

Thankfully, he makes it to the Pokémon center without an issue, setting down the pokeballs on the nurse’s desk.

“Those six are unregistered, he- he made their balls himself,” he explains, trying to ignore the shake in his voice.

The nurse scans the pokeballs. “They look registered to me..”

Sure enough, they are registered, under a Volo Discere.

“Huh.. interesting,” Cheri mutters. Did he always have a last name? I know Volo means to want. What’s Discere..? “Okay, nevermind, then. Um- I’ve gotta go, he’s hurt. Can you take care of them while I’m gone?”

“Of course, but- Wait-!” She looks up in worry as he leaves, but he doesn’t have time to chat, making his way back to the hospital.

I need to see if he’s okay.

He heads to the nearest waiting room. Someone passes by in the hall, he recognizes her as the nurse who treated him.

“Hey!” He rushes over, catching her attention. “Volo, uh, Discere- is he okay?”

“Huh? Are.. you asking about the one you came in with?” She gives a weirdly strained smile. “They’re still fixing him up, but it’s looking like he’ll pull through.”

“Okay.. okay.” Cheri lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

She nods, rushing off, and he finally lets himself relax.

Okay.

Okay, we’re okay.

Not sure what she was freaking out about, but it should be fine..

..they’ll come to me if anything happens with him, right..? I’m probably not on his emergency contacts- he probably doesn’t have those, actually- but I AM the one who brought him here..

WOULD he have emergency contacts?? His Pokémon are registered, so maybe???

Cheri sighs, sitting in one of the chairs, leaning back with his hands clasped together behind his head. He lets his eyes slip closed, taking a few deep breaths.

Whatever the case, if he needs me, if he asks for me, I’ll be here.

After a few moments, the exhaustion of the day catches up to him.

And finally, he slips into sleep, all his day’s plans forgotten.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday1 #Whumpril #riftshipping #is what i call these two #please don’t judge me ahaha #I had this one planned out already can you tell?#anyway sorry this is late lol #not putting this in the main tags but #volo is from Pokémon legends arceus #Cheri is the protagonist but he fell with his siblings #and they haven’t seen each other in years and Cheri thought he’d never see Volo again bc cheri and his siblings went back to their home tim #so. yeah #pokemon whump #🤍Cheri #🌻Volo #🗡️Eclipse #< blog sorting tags #oh Cheri’s a Hisuian zoroark btw and I played around a LOT w zoro abilities #especially since he’s also Blessed By Arceus #so he can straight up shapeshift instead of just illusion #and his illusions are really strong anyway since he’s had a LOT of practice with em #he can sense intentions emotions and fears. the first two are a survival mechanism and the last is a vengeful spirit thing

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 3 - One Night Only

A/N: In order to keep a little mystery, the full prompt from FanFiction User RJRMovieFan will be listed at the end of the story. Enjoy!

Late September in Tampa was hot and muggy, and Chloe wondered, not for the first time, why she had thought it was a good idea to accept a teaching position close to her parents. She entered her apartment and dropped her keys on the table. She set her bag on the floor and flipped through her mail as she toed off her shoes and left them by the door.

"Bill, bill, bill," Chloe mumbled, sighing as she looked at each envelope. "I need a drink."

Chloe walked to the kitchen, dropping her mail on the coffee table as she passed by. She poured herself a glass of iced tea. As she took a sip, her phone rang.

Chloe pulled her phone out and smiled as she answered.

"Hey, Brey," Chloe said.

"Hey, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I've got some big news."

"What is it?" Chloe asked with enthusiasm.

"I'm planning a Bellas reunion," Aubrey replied. "And we'll be spending Christmas and New Year's in New York! Isn't that exciting?"

"It sounds very exciting," Chloe said. "But, won't it be expensive to go to New York at Christmastime?"

"Chloe, it's been five years since we won the ICCAs," Aubrey said. "And two since we've seen everyone in person. Besides, my parents have agreed to help cover all our costs for the trip. Airfare, lodging, tickets to a holiday show or two."

"Wow," Chloe said. "That's very generous of them. How did you manage that?"

"They're going on a cruise for Christmas, and my brother and I are not invited," Aubrey said. "So, they were going to give us both a guilt gift of an indecent amount of cash so we could go wherever we want to celebrate Christmas. I asked that, instead of giving me cash, they help with the cost of getting the Bellas together in person for the first time in two years. They agreed, and here we are."

"It will be nice to see all the girls again," Chloe said, trying to mentally calculate how much the trip would cost her.

"Before you say no," Aubrey interrupted. "You'll be on Christmas break, so you can't use work as an excuse not to come."

"Okay," Chloe said. "I'll have to do some creative budgeting, but I think I can swing it."

"You only need to save enough money for incidentals," Aubrey said. "As I said, everything will be covered. You can have your own room if you want. Or we can be roommates again!"

"That will make things a lot easier for me," Chloe said as relief washed over her.

"Good, because I already put you down as a yes," Aubrey said. "I've also received yeses from everyone except Cynthia Rose. She's in the Air Force and will have to submit a request for leave. Hopefully, it will be approved; she's supposed to let me know as soon as she knows."

"Were you able to find Beca?" Chloe asked softly.

"Why would I even look for her?" Aubrey huffed. "She walked away from us and never looked back."

"She walked away because you said she wasn't a Bella," Chloe retorted. "You seem to forget it was because of Beca that we got into the finals."

"The other team had a High School kid as their soloist and were disqualified," Aubrey said. "That's why we got into the finals. I wish you'd get over this obsession you have with that, that-."

"That, what?" Chloe asked, her voice rising.

"Never mind," Aubrey said. "I don't want to talk about her or argue with you about her."

Chloe heard Aubrey sigh through the phone.

"I'm going to try and coordinate everything so that those of us flying in can arrive on the same day at around the same time. I'll email you with your info once I get the itineraries together, okay?"

"That's fine," Chloe said. "I have to go. Bye, Brey."

Chloe ended the call and dropped her phone on the counter. She hated that every time she brought up Beca's name, Aubrey would dismiss it like Beca meant nothing to her. Chloe ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

"I wish she'd understand how much Beca still means to me," Chloe mumbled.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that night, while lying in bed, Chloe couldn't help thinking about Beca and the last time she saw her.

"I told you she wasn't a Bella," Aubrey said, glaring at Beca.

"Brey, don't," Chloe implored.

"No," Beca said, looking at Chloe. "You don't have to pretend like you get to have a say in the group."

Aubrey scoffed; Chloe's feelings were hurt, and the rest of the Bellas didn't know what to do.

"If this is what I get for trying," Beca said, then turned and walked away.

Chloe sighed and turned on her side. She had tried to call and text Beca after that, but Beca never responded.

When she saw that Aubrey did not include Beca in the text sent to notify the Bellas that they were going to the ICCA Finals, Chloe forwarded it to Beca, asking, no, begging her to come to the rehearsal. Again, Beca did not respond, nor did she show up to rehearsal.

After the debacle of the first rehearsal, Chloe took the USB with a bunch of mixes Beca had put together to the next rehearsal and asked Aubrey to listen to it. Beca had given it to her the week before Beca left; Chloe thought it best not to tell Aubrey it was Beca's work, so she didn't.

The rest of the Bellas were excited to try something new and pushed Aubrey to give Chloe's set list a chance. With the threat of a full mutiny on her hands, Aubrey had no choice but to listen.

Aubrey and the girls loved it; Aubrey had to admit that Chloe had come up with a great set that showcased all the girls' talents. Chloe did not correct the assumption that she was responsible for creating the setlist.

The Bellas won the ICCAs, and, to this day, Chloe had never told anyone that the set was something Beca had created.

Chloe rolled over onto her back.

"I wish I had gone after Beca and told her how much she meant to me," Chloe whispered into the darkness of her empty bedroom, wiping a tear from her eye. "And maybe she'd be here with me now."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Chloe spent the next three months counting down the days until her trip to New York. She also spent most of those days thinking about Beca Mitchell and what had become of her. Beca's departure left Chloe with so many questions.

Had Beca gone to L.A. as she had often mentioned wanting to do?

Did Beca ever think about Chloe or her time at Barden?

Or did Beca walk away and forget about all of them? Including Chloe?

It was finally the day she was to leave for New York. Chloe was all smiles as she zipped her carry-on bag and lifted it off the bed. She was excited to see her Bella sisters and practically floated to the front door of her apartment with her bags in tow.

She walked out of her apartment, ensuring that both locks were secure before making her way to the elevator.

The flight to New York was uneventful. And once the plane landed, Chloe waited until the aisle was clear before standing and grabbing her carry-on bag. She exited the plane and followed the crowd to the baggage area to retrieve her larger suitcase.

Chloe looked around as she stepped off the escalator. She looked to her right and saw Aubrey and Stacie. Chloe was all smiles as she walked over to them.

"Brey!" Chloe said, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you!"

"It's good to see you, too, Chloe," Aubrey said.

Stacie waited until Aubrey and Chloe let go of each other and pulled Chloe into a hug.

"Looking good, Beale," Stacie said, looking Chloe up and down as she pulled out of the hug.

"Thanks, Stacie," Chloe said. "You're not looking so bad yourself."

"Let's get your bags," Aubrey said. "Cynthia Rose and Denise should be landing soon."

"What about Fat Amy, Jessica, and Ashley?" Chloe asked.

"Fat Amy was flying in last night," Aubrey said. "And Jessica and Ashley are driving up from Pennsylvania together. They should all be at the hotel when we get there."

"And, what about Lily?" Chloe asked as they waited for her bag.

"She lives here in New York and is staying at the hotel with us," Aubrey said. "She texted earlier that she was there."

Not too long after Chloe had retrieved her luggage, Cynthia Rose and Denise found them. After more greetings and hugs, they followed Aubrey to the van she had rented for their stay. Chloe smiled and sat back, listening as Cynthia Rose and Denise talked of their upcoming wedding. She laughed with the others when Stacie regaled them with the story of the Hunter's most recent conquest, which involved her joining the Mile High Club earlier that day.

It wasn't long after that they arrived at their hotel.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

After Chloe finished unpacking, she went down to the lobby to wait for the girls. She saw Jessica and Ashley already waiting. As she walked over to them, she noticed they were looking at the itinerary Aubrey had left for them.

"I can't wait to see this," Ashley said, pointing at the itinerary in Jessica's hand.

"Can't wait to see what?" Chloe asked as she sat down.

"DJ Titanium Blue," Ashley said.

"What do you know about DJ Titanium Blue, Chloe?" Jessica asked.

"I'm excited to see them," Ashley said.

"I've only read about them," Chloe said. "They're really big on the West Coast."

"I've heard some of their music and think it's great, so it should be a good show," Jessica said. "I love the air of mystery about them."

"Yeah," Ashley said. "They always wear a mask, and so far, no one has been able to discover who they are. Most people have guessed they're a woman because of their body, but no one has come out to confirm or deny whether that's true."

"I'm looking forward to seeing them," Chloe said.

"Excuse me," a woman interrupted. "Are you Chloe Beale?"

"I am," Chloe said.

"This is for you," the woman said, handing Chloe a folded note.

"Thank you," Chloe said as the woman walked away.

"Hey, girls," Stacie said. "Who was that?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "She just handed me this note and left."

"Who's it from?" Ashley asked.

"Let's go, ladies," Aubrey called out as she and the remaining Bellas hurried toward the hotel exit. "We're going to be late for our reservation."

Chloe stuck the note in her purse without reading it and rushed after Aubrey.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

The girls had ended the night in the hotel bar, and Chloe was drunk when she came back to her room. Sadly, being drunk did not stop her inner alarm clock from waking her at six the next morning.

Chloe groaned when she checked the time on her phone.

"I need coffee," Chloe mumbled as she reached for the day's itinerary. "Breakfast isn't scheduled until nine; I can't wait that long."

Chloe showered and dressed. She grabbed her small backpack and started transferring the things she needed for the day from her purse.

"I forgot about this," Chloe mumbled as she pulled out the note from the night before.

She unfolded the note and read it. There had been a signature, but something wet had made it unreadable; Chloe wasn't sure how that happened.

Chloe shrugged as she read the note one more time, saw it was almost seven, and thought, "why not?" So, she grabbed her coat and left her room.

Chloe entered the coffee shop and looked around to see if she saw anyone she recognized.

"Hey, Chloe," a voice Chloe recognized said from behind her.

"Beca?"

Chloe turned around and saw a very nervous-looking Beca Mitchell standing there.

"Oh, my God!" Chloe squealed, grabbing Beca to her. "Beca!"

"Hey," Beca said, wrapping her arms around Chloe.

Chloe pulled back from Beca and smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked.

"You act as if you didn't know I was going to be here," Beca said. "I know you got my note."

"I did," Chloe said, chuckling. "Only when I finally read it, your signature had somehow gotten wet and was unreadable."

"You didn't know who you were meeting?" Beca said, chuckling. "And yet you came anyway. That is so you."

"Well, I'm glad I came," Chloe said. "Or I wouldn't have had the chance to see you. Or talk to you, and we definitely need to talk. But I need coffee for that, so let's grab a table."

"Okay," Beca said, following Chloe.

Two hours later, after the two filled the other in on what they had been up to for the past five years, Beca made a small confession.

"I have a confession to make," Beca said. "I had a huge crush on you back then. I may have even fallen in love with you a bit."

"What?!" Chloe said, chuckling. "I had a huge crush on you, too. And I'm not just saying that because you said it."

"I have something else to admit," Beca said, only to be interrupted when Chloe's phone pinged with a text notification.

"Hold that thought," Chloe said, holding her finger to stop Beca.

Beca sat back with a small smile and watched Chloe.

"Oh, shoot, I have to go," Chloe said after reading the text. "I'm supposed to be at breakfast with the girls." Chloe's face lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "You should come with me! I'm sure the girls would love to see you."

"I doubt that's true," Beca mumbled.

"Why wouldn't it be true?" Chloe asked.

"I'm pretty sure Posen wants to kill me," Beca said.

"No, she doesn't," Chloe said.

"I say we'll have to agree to disagree on that," Beca said. "I would love to continue this, especially the part about your crush on me." Chloe scoffed but smiled at Beca. "Would you want to meet up again? I have an event I can't get out of tonight, and it will be really late when I'm done. If you're up for it, maybe we can have drinks or something after? I would really love to see you again."

"We're attending a concert tonight, and it will also be late when it's over," Chloe said, chewing on her lip before adding, "I'd love to meet you after."

"Great," Beca said, smiling "It's a date."

They gathered their belongings and walked over to the hotel together. To Choe's surprise, Beca hugged her and then went toward the elevators. Chloe watched her leave before going into the hotel's restaurant to meet the Bellas.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that night, after a quick dinner in the hotel's restaurant, the Bellas made their way to the large ballroom for the concert. Chloe stared at the sign announcing DJ Titanium Blue in concert for One Night Only.

"What made you get us in to see this show?" Chloe asked Aubrey as they waited to enter.

"I heard that DJ Titanium Blue does some acapella as part of their set," Aubrey said, looking around to make sure no one else was paying attention to them. "And the DJ will sometimes pull people from the audience to be a part of the show. And my mother knows someone who knows someone who works with them. She may or may not have reached out to see if the Bellas can be in the show."

"We're going to be in the show?" Fat Amy asked.

"I don't know," Aubrey replied honestly. "We could be, but there is no guarantee that we will be."

"This is so exciting," Jessica gushed.

"It would be nice if we get picked," Chloe said, trying to contain her excitement. "It's been a while since we sang together."

Everyone started talking at once, only quieting when they reached the front of the line. Aubrey gave her name, and they were led to a table near the stage.

The girls sat and looked around. The room was set up with large tables scattered about; each table sat at least 10 people. The seats and tables were close to each other but not so close that you felt as if you were sitting on top of each other. There were easily 250 seats in total, and every seat had a great view of the stage.

A waitress came around, and they ordered drinks. A few minutes later, the room's lights went out, and spotlights swept back and forth across the stage. This went on for a few seconds before the spotlights became one light shining toward the back of the stage where "smoke" billowed about. Suddenly, drums started playing a steady beat, and DJ Titanium Blue rose out of the smoke to stand on a riser under the spotlight, their arms raised as if in triumph.

The crowd cheered when the DJ came into sight. And it was quite a sight as the DJ was dressed all in blue. A dark blue leather jacket and blue skinny jeans with combat boots that matched the jacket in color. But the most impressive piece of blue they wore was their mask. It covered their head and their face and was a bright sky blue with dark blue lips painted on.

The DJ lowered her arms, and the audience quieted.

"That was quite an entrance," Jessica said.

"Shh," Ashley said as DJ Titanium Blue started to speak.

"Good evening, everyone," a robotic voice came over the speakers. "I am DJ Titanium Blue, and I want to thank you all for being here for my One Night Only performance." The crowd cheered. "Many of you don't know this, but you are about to witness my final performance as DJ Titanium Blue."

A few boos and nos were shouted from the audience.

DJ Titanium Blue shook their head and said, "I know, I know. But I've been doing this for almost five years, and it is time for me to move on to other things. That being said, I am happy to report that I signed with a record company and will be putting out my first solo album after the New Year."

The crowd started cheering, and a few 'we love yous' were shouted.

"I love you, too," DJ Titanium Blue said, chuckling. "And, since it's Christmas, I have a few surprises for you."

More cheers and screams. DJ Titanium Blue brings her arms up and quiets the audience.

"As I'm sure many of you are aware, I have a segment of my show where I do an acapella set. Tonight, I'm going to start off with that because in our audience are the members of the 2015 National collegiate acapella championship team, the Barden Bellas, and I'm hoping we can convince them to join me on stage and perform for you."

The Bellas all gasp, and the audience starts cheering.

"Bellas, Bellas, Bellas," DJ Titanium Blue chants, causing the audience to pick it up and start chanting as well.

The Bellas stand, and a guy rushes over to them.

"Bellas, follow me, please," the guy said.

"Come on, girls," Aubrey said, smiling. "It looks like we do get to sing."

The girls follow the young man to the stage. Once the Bellas are onstage, they are each handed a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," DJ Titanium Blue says. "Give it up for the 2012 National Collegiate Acapella Champions, the Barden Bellllaaaasssss!"

The crowd cheers, and the girls smile and look around as DJ Titanium Blue walks over to them. The DJ stops in front of the Bellas and turns to look out over the audience.

"Are you ready to be amazed?" the DJ screams out to the audience.

"What are we going to sing?" Aubrey asked from behind the DJ.

"I think you'll know it when you hear it," the DJ tells her and starts making a beat with their mouth.

The Bellas were shocked as they recognize the song; it was the first song from their winning ICCAs Finals set. They can't help but wonder how the DJ knew how the set started. They don't ponder for long and go into full Bellas performance mode and join the DJ in "making music with their mouths."

DJ Titanium Blue sings and dances with the girls and doesn't miss a step or a beat.

The crowd yells and cheers. A few whistles can be heard. The Bellas are working it as if they are trying to win the ICCAs again.

When the set ends, the crowd erupts and gives them a standing ovation. When the crowd quiets down, DJ Titanium Blue looks at the Bellas and, waving a hand at them, says, "Take a bow, ladies."

They do, and the crowd goes wild again.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?" DJ Titanium Blue says to more cheering and applause.

DJ Titanium Blue gets the audience to quiet down again and looks out at them.

"I know the Bellas are surprised to be up here," DJ Titanium Blue said. "But I have an even bigger surprise for them. And for you."

Everyone cheers, and the Bellas look around with furrowed brows. They have no idea what is going to happen next.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back," DJ Titanium Blue said as she walked to the side of the darkened stage, out of the spotlight and out of sight of the Bellas.

"Over the years, there has been a lot of speculation over who I am," DJ Titanium Blue's voice came through the speakers. "Well, tonight, you're going to find out."

"We love you, DJ!" a lone voice calls out as the crowd erupted in more applause and cheers.

"Are you ready?" DJ Titanium Blue asked.

A sudden hush falls over the crowd as people crane their necks to see DJ Titanium Blue. There is an audible gasp from the Bellas when DJ Titanium Blue steps back onto the stage, sans their mask and leather jacket and holding a microphone.

"Beca?" a few of the Bellas say as they all stare at the former Bella.

"Oh, my God," Aubrey said as she dropped her microphone.

The feedback when the mic hit the floor caused many to wince, including Beca, who looked over at her with a smirk. Beca turns to face the audience.

"Hi, everyone, I'm Beca Mitchell," Beca said, with a small wave at the crowd. "Formerly known as DJ Titanium Blue."

The crowd erupts in cheers again. Chloe breaks from the Bellas and rushes over to Beca, pulling her into a hug. Aubrey and the other Bellas rush over and join the hug.

"I love you," Chloe said, but Beca can't hear her over the yells and whistles of the crowd.

The girls pull back from the hug and look at Beca.

"Can you guys wait for me to finish, and we can talk?" Beca asked.

"Yes," Chloe says immediately, as the others nod in agreement.

"Thanks," Beca said as the girls made their way off the stage and back to their table.

Beca looks out over the audience again.

"You all have been amazing," Beca said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of the concert as I sing a few songs from my upcoming album. I call it Beca Mitchell - Unmasked."

The crowd cheers as Beca goes to the center of the stage. Her band comes out and takes their places. Beca starts and gives the crowd an hour of music and banter. Her first solo concert is quite a success.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

After the concert, Beca invited the Bellas to her suite for drinks. They agree and are sitting around Beca's suite.

"So, after you left Barden, you became DJ Titanium Blue?" Fat Amy said, waving around her drink.

"Sort of," Beca said. "I went to L.A. and tried to get a producer position but had no luck. I needed money, so I started DJing. One night, a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to make more money. Of course, I said yes. The next thing I know, DJ Titanium Blue was playing all the best clubs on the West Coast. I came East a few times to play, but my heart was in L.A."

"How did you keep your identity a secret for so long?" Ashley asked.

"There were only three people who knew who I really was," Beca said. "The outfit my manager had made for me had people guessing whether I was a man or a woman." Beca chuckled as she got up for another drink. "It was fun to read what people said about why they thought I was a man. Or a woman."

"I saw a snippet of you doing your DJ Titanium Blue thing on TMZ," Stacie said. "I knew right away you were a woman. I mean, what man has an ass like that?" Stacie waved over at Beca's backside; Beca blushed and quickly turned to face the girls. "And boobs like that?"

Beca blushed again and crossed her arms over her chest as everyone laughed.

"Leave her alone, Stacie," Chloe said. "I think she looks sexy as DJ Titanium Blue. And, even sexier as Beca Mitchell."

"Of course you do," Jessica said as everyone snickered.

"In all seriousness," Beca said. "I owe you all an apology. I should never have just walked away. It's just." Beca ran a hand through her hair. "I was hurt when Aubrey said I wasn't a Bella."

"You will always be a Bella to us," Chloe said, wrapping an arm around Beca's shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey said. "I should never have said that. I was just angry because I thought our chances of winning the ICCAs were over. It was so much easier to blame you than to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't a very good leader and our set list sucked."

"There is no one person to blame," Denise said. "Beca tried to get you to change things up, but we didn't have her back. We all should have said something. If we had, maybe we could have made the changes like we did when Chloe gave us that set list she put together."

Beca's head snapped up, and she looked at Chloe. Chloe shrugged and smiled.

"Actually," Chloe said. "I didn't make up that set list, Beca did. I just let you think I did."

"Why would you do that?" Aubrey asked.

"Because I knew if you knew that Beca had made it, you would never have listened to it," Chloe said. "And we really needed you to listen to it with an open mind."

"Wow," was all Aubrey could think to say.

Beca cleared her throat and said, "So, um, I'd like to propose a toast."

Beca raised her glass and looked around the room. The girls raised their glasses as well.

"To reconnecting," Beca said. "And being friends again."

"Hear, hear," the Bellas call out as they drank.

"I can't believe it's almost three," CR said, yawning. "It's been quite the night."

"We should probably get going," Aubrey said, standing. "We have reservations for a Christmas brunch at eleven." She turned to Beca. "You should join us, Beca. It truly will be a Bellas reunion now that we are all back together."

"I'd love to," Beca said, grinning. "Thank you."

"Great," Aubrey said. "We'll be meeting in the lobby at ten. See you then."

"Goodnight, Beca," the girls said as they followed Aubrey to the door.

"Um," Chloe said as Aubrey opened the door. "I'm going to stay for just a bit to talk to Beca."

"Talk?" Stacie said, snickering. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

Beca blushed, and Chloe chuckled.

"We'll see you girls in the morning," Chloe said as they left.

After the last Bella exited, Chloe closed the door and locked it. Beca looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Merry Christmas, Beca," Chloe said, pulling Beca into a heated kiss.

Beca returned the kiss with as much fervor as Chloe. The kiss ended when breathing became an issue.

"Merry Christmas, indeed," Beca said, pushing Chloe up against the door and crashing their lips together in another equally heated kiss.

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Full prompt from RJRMovieFan: Beca left Barden during her Freshman year after the blowup at the semifinals. She becomes a world-famous DeeJay but keeps her identity a mystery. Chloe is heartbroken Beca left but uses a USB stick Beca had given her to convince Aubrey to change their set for the finals, and the Bellas win. Five years later, the Bellas reunite for a reunion of their win, and Chloe runs into Beca at the resort the Bellas are staying at. Beca is there for a Holiday performance. [I changed it up just a bit, but I think I hit on everything you asked for.]

A/N: So this took on a life of its own and is longer than I had envisioned when I started writing. I hope you like what I did with it.

#25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #BeChloe #bechloeislegit

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CONGRATS ON 1K VAL💕💗💓✨️🎉🧚‍♂️ you are a gift from God I tell🛐

I saw you write for all chars and wondered if you'd do a 27 for queen Lizzie?

May the seal be always in your favour🦭🙏

Apple and Serpent ~ Lizzie Stark x Reader (Fluff)

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Warning: Oswald Mosley. (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Words: 1683 words

These things were gold in every way possible and always the opposite of boring.

She never came unprepared, on the contrary. She had scanned the entire catalogue already, made her inquiries, taken her notes both mentally and physically and by now she was more than sure in what she would walk home with today.

The prize, however, was only one part of the fun. Like all others, it was a fun social get together, with a lot champagne and even more gossip. But this place was one of very few where she could be sure to see the masks slipping soon, exchanged for battle armour as the bidding war began. And yet no one wanted to lose face.

“Look who decided to show their face.”, her husband mumbled as they nodded towards a small group of people looking at the display of a painting - Eve and the Serpent, she remembered.

“You shouldn’t have told me.”, she sighed. “Now we have to go and say hello.”

Her husband chuckled.

“Family duties.”, he teased as they walked up to them. “Cimmie, darling!”, she greeted her cousin Cynthia with her best socialite smile as she leaned in for kisses.

“How is Cousin Mary?”

“As well as can be, I suppose.”, her cousin replied with a slight shrug. She wasn’t a real cousin, just a second cousin, but she might as well have been a fifth cousin and she’d still referred to her as such.

“Still vehemently refusing to settle down.”, her husband said.

Your smile came a little too late while his was a little too wide.

“Oswald!”, she greeted, giving him the obligatory greeting, not missing how his hand lingered on her waist.

It wasn’t enough, apparently, that he was sleeping with Cynthia’s sister and her stepmother too.

Why not add a cousin to the mix, eh?

Well, Sir Oswald Mosley was on her to do list right between eating glass and walking barefoot on red hot iron.

He greeted her husband too, and she was already planning her escape, but apparently her pest of a cousin in law wasn’t keen of letting them leave yet.

“Have you met Thomas Shelby yet?”, he asked her husband and before long they were introduced to the solemn businessman from Birmingham and his tall and elegant wife.

Shelby - not a name she had heard before and a questioning look to Cynthia confirmed just that.

An upstart then.

Oh well. Rather an upstart than Sir Oswald.

But it seemed she wasn’t the only one who was on Sir Oswald’s list of items for consideration at this auction. She didn’t miss his hand on Mrs Shelby’s back as he guided her forward for the interaction. And she certainly didn’t miss how the woman flinched at his touch.

“Are you interested in this?”, her husband asked, waving the program in the direction of the painting.

Eve was in the nude, her head turned away from the snake in dramatic fashion, but her eyes betraying her. The apple gleamed a bright red.

“Oh I am always interested in artwork like this.”, Oswald insisted, licking his lips.

“The concept of seduction is fascinating, isn’t it, Mrs Shelby?”

“What?”, she asked, her cheeks flushing bright red.

Beside her, her husband shifted, the muscles in his jaw clenching.

“Especially with Eve - equally the seduced and the seductress in equal measures.”

Now all colour that had only just climbed up her face faded, leaving behind an ashen grey colour.

“But then again, a woman is at once apple and serpent in more manners than one - the birth of all sin.”

Mrs Shelby looked to her husband but he seemed to be content with silent stares.

Her, not so much. So she giggled.

Loudly. It made them all look at her as if she had lost her mind.

“Oh Oswald, really?”, she asked, clasping a hand on her chest. “You must take him to church more often, Cousin. It seems he has forgotten a few rather important details.”

She saw his lip twitch in anger, after all, he hated nothing more than mockery.

“And what would that be?”, he hissed.

She put her hand on his chest and smiled.

“Well everyone knows the story. Adam and Eve could eat any fruit from the Garden of Eden except the apples from…?”

When there was nothing but confused silence, she answered her own question.

“The tree of knowledge of good and evil, as it would give them freedom of thought and will, of judgement, the capability to make their own decisions.”

Murmurs and nods greeted her.

Oh this is going to be fun.

“Now remember the details. What were the exact steps?”

“The snake seduced Eve to eat the apple.”, Cynthia said.

“And then they were cast out.”, her husband added.

“Ah - not quite. Cimmie, you’re right. The first step is the snake seducing Eve to eat the apple. By logic she would have gained the knowledge over good and evil and the capability to make her own decisions, no?”

Once more sounds of approval greeted her, as well as a few raised eyebrows.

“And what happened then?”

“They were cast out of Paradise.”, Oswald said impatiently.

Perfect.

It couldn’t have been better if she had scripted it.

“Only they weren’t, dear! Not yet, anyways. Eve gained knowledge first and nothing really happened. The problems only started when she decided to share the knowledge and the freedom with Adam. As soon as he had a bit of knowledge, he started making problems for everyone. You recall, the whole fuss about being naked? That was his idea, not Eve’s.”

Beside her, her husband chuckled.

“So it wasn’t really men and women, or rather women and men gaining knowledge that was the problem but rather men using that knowledge to start making problems as soon as the apple touched their tongue.”

Cynthia smirked and even Mrs Shelby wore a hint of a smile.

“Although there’s also a point to be made that Eve must’ve already have had free will to be able to pick the apple and eat it so the original sin was not her having that capability, but rather her sharing it with Adam.”

She looked from one to the other, and then directly at Oswald, seeing his silent rage.

“Now I am not a supporter of smiting, but it seems in either interpretation, God really did not seem to want men to have knowledge or capability, don’t you agree?”

End.

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🍊🎱 Exclusive interview with co-producer and songwriter of The Rejects, and former Gorillaz lead singer — Stuart “2-D” Pot 🎱🍊

Interviewer: Hi, 2-D. How‘ve you been holding up?

2-D: Mmm, alright now I think.

I: Oh, did something happen earlier?

2-D: Yeah, I was feeling a little peeved today since I spilled some raspberry tea on my good pair of pants this morning. They were pretty fancy too. Wish you could’ve seen ’em. They had these little hearts and stuff on ’em and they were really cute.

I: Oh. Well, uh, I’m sorry that happened—

2-D: I managed to throw ’em in the wash today. Hopefully, it’ll come out. But then I remembered my second best pair of pants, so I’m feeling pretty swell now. Plus I got some new tea to replace the one that was in my last cup. [sips from new coffee cup and sighs happily] This one’s jasmine tea. It’s really good. You wanna try some?

I: I-I’m good, thank you. Anyway, shall we—?

2-D: Oh, almost forgot. These are my new baggy flannel pants. I got ’em from a thrift store out in Holland one time and—

I: [clears throat]

2-D: O-Oh, right. The interview. [hums awkwardly while twiddling his thumbs] Sorry, I haven’t done one of these in a while.

I: It’s okay. We just need to get a move on. So, 2-D, aside from today, how have things been? You’ve been awfully quiet over the past few months since your departure from Gorillaz.

2-D: Yeah… I’ve been trying to avoid talking on social media for a while since I’ve left. Although, I dunno if I’d call it leaving but more, like, taking a break. I’ve just been trying to find out who I really am, yeah? I realized through working on The Now Now that I want to do something more than just Gorillaz my whole life. I wanna grow and change and develop something for myself. Like the potato that’s currently sprouting on my windowsill at the moment. His name is George. Him aside, I feel like I’ve been stuck in one place for while. Just stagnant, unmoving. That’s why I stopped using social media all together and so far it’s been such a weight off my mind. Same thing with Gorillaz. It’s not that I’m unhappy from all my time with Gorillaz, their like… my blood, ya know? My family. But… I dunno. It’s… [fidgets in seat] It’s like when you eat the same meal everyday for a few months and then you start thinking, “This isn’t really working for me like it used to. It still tastes good but now I want something different.” I think me being with The Rejects is what’s gonna help me find, err… well… “me” right now. I’m not gonna be gone from Gorillaz forever but I just need something different, keep things fresh.

(Picture of 2-D with Gorillaz in late 2018)

I: Hmm… I see. Speaking of your former bandmates, do you still keep in touch with them even with your hiatus?

2-D: Oh yeah, loads. I try to talk with ‘em every chance I get. Just last week, Noodle and I FaceTimed each other and she showed me Katsu patting Russel’s stomach with her paws, like she was making a loaf of bread off of him for ten minutes while he laid asleep on the couch. It was amusing for the first five minutes, then it became a betting match to see how long she’d do that before he woke up.

I: What about Murdoc? Any updates from him?

2-D: [taps his coffee cup uncomfortably] He’s fine, p-probably… Um, what’s the next question?

I: Oh, sorry. Err… How did you first meet the Rejects?

2-D: Well, I already knew most of them from the get go. That being Ace and Cyb — I mean, Cynthia. Still gotta get used to that… Uh, the only person I hadn’t met before was Lenny. All I can really say about him is that he’s a really chill guy. Very sociable and surprisingly, a lot younger than I was expecting. He like Phil Collins and the Blue Men Group into one, he’s pretty great. As for how we all came together, it wasn’t too long after I began my hiatus actually. I think it was like, I dunno, two weeks after I took off? I stayed at a Marriott in LA for a bit and one day I came into this gas station to grab a couple snacks for the ride out to Ottawa ‘til I heard somebody shout out my name. I got kinda scared at first ‘cause, well, [runs a hand through his hair] the reason why I got this shaved cut was so I couldn’t be recognized as easily. Besides, last time I visited LA, I blended in pretty well. Well as long as you looked at me from behind, that is. [humming laughter] But then I saw it was Ace calling out for me. I was so stoked to see him again. We talked for a bit, hung out at his place, had a few drinks, I tried weed brownies for the first time and uh… I ended up spending the night with him. Then I found out that Cynthia was his roommate after she hit me head with one of her cables to wake me up from the floor. I was quite surprised to see her, I mean, by what Murdoc told me, I thought she was gone. Like poof! Gone like my socks in the dryer. But, y’know… I was happy to see her. Really, I was. That might sound weird to you, and… I-I’m assuming you already know what happened to me on that beach. [laughs awkwardly] But I was real worried ‘bout what could’ve happened to her. I know she wasn’t like the original Noods and she went kind of coocoo after getting that bullet through the head, but I don’t think what happened to me was her fault. I think we’re both victims really and it wouldn’t have been right for me to hold any ill will towards now her when… i-it wasn’t her choice to do the things she did. At least, I don’t think it was. But, um, anyway… I ended up crashing at Ace’s place for longer than I would’ve liked but after a bit, me and Cynthia reconciled, she introduced me to her band and the new stuff she was working on and from there I’ve been hooked.

I: Wow, that’s… oddly very touching. Thank you for sharing something so personal with us.

2-D: Um yeah. I dunno what I did but, no problem?

I: That being said, when talking about self-discovery, I also I hear you talking about Ace a lot. Some fans are wondering, are the two of you perhaps “involved?”

2-D: What do you mean?

I: Are you dating?

2-D: Oh! Y-Yeah, you can say that… [giggles]

I: Oh wow! Good for you. How long have you guys been together?

2-D: I’d say… four? I: Four what? 2-D: Yes. I: No, uh… have you two been together for four days? Months? 2-D: No, I’d say we’ve been dating for five months now.

I: I… Okay, how or when did you both decide to—?

2-D: It was a bit spontaneous. Well, kind of… [hums softly] See, we really hit it off when he joined Gorillaz back in 2018 but I was still figuring myself out back then so I waited until I was sure and now… uh, we decided that now it was probably the right time. [chuckles] It’s funny, yeah? I’ve never felt so happy before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen this hard for someone in a really long time. Well, except for that one lady that turned out to be a coat rack, but I think I just really needed new contacts. I used to be so scared of what would happen to me once I came out but y’know, I’m glad that I get to live in a time where people can feel free to love who they want without fear. Only determination to love and be themselves with their whole chest. There’s still a whole lot of work to do but I say it’s better for everyone if we keep moving forward. Going backwards doesn’t help anyone improve. Anyway, I also got to say, it’s very refreshing to have someone that truly loves and respects you for the way you are; all flaws included, no strings attached… [sighs] I think it’s safe to say I’m in complete bliss.

(Picture of 2-D and Ace in Little Tokyo, Townsville)

I: How would you describe Ace as a partner?

2-D: Umm… not much has changed between us since we’ve started dating actually. He’s a bit more clingy than he used to be, but I mean that in a good way. Anytime I’m sitting down doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around me and ask what I’m doing, or he’ll give me a peck on the head whenever he brings me a cup of tea… He’s a teddy bear, really. Very physically affectionate, always gentle with his movements, and has surprisingly soft, supple hands. Oh, oh! [moves in his seat excitedly] I found out he likes doing this thing whenever we’re out in public. Recently we’ve been doing these little play fights. Usually he’ll make this little karate chop motion against my neck or my arms, and then I push it away and soon we’ll start this war with our arms, hands, and sometimes feet just blocking each other’s moves while making our own sound effects like it’s our own kind of action movie. That happened one time while we were ordering food at the plaza last week and this time I won by grabbing his wrists and pulling him towards me so I could kiss his forehead and oh my god, he was such a mess! [laughs] H-He wouldn’t even look at me without acting like he was gonna melt. [snorts] Ugh, you should’ve seen him! It was so adorable. Almost acted like a toddler, all giggly and following me about whenever I moved. He practically clung onto me the entire night afterwards.

I: Ah, the honeymoon phase… Well, we could go on about your relationship with Ace but we need to get back on track. Tell us, what’s it like not being the lead vocalist for once?

2-D: Again, pretty refreshing. I get to work more on my skills as a producer and making music that I’m proud of. I feel like a little kid playing keyboards with my dad again with all this new equipment we’ve got now. Been working on some pretty banger stuff with the band so far and I can’t wait for people to hear it some time soon.

I: What are you most excited for people to listen to?

2-D: Well we are coming out with an EP at some point this year but before that comes out, we did put out a single. It’s one of the first songs I worked on with the Rejects and it’s called “LOVEBUG!!” It’s definitely more of an experimental track, especially compared to both me and the band’s past work, but I loved messing around with all of the soft synths and 808s in this one. Lenny absolutely crushed it with the drums and I think it suits Cynthia’s voice really well! Although, the more I think about it, I sometimes think she sounds a lot like someone else I’ve heard lately. Well, either way, I just hope people end up liking the song just as much as I did making it. [hums happily]

(LOVEBUG!! Promo Cover)

I: Good to know. How would you describe your experience working with the Rejects so far?

2-D: Quite tame. We all tend to be quite amicable with one another and we don’t fight as much compared to when I would record back at Kong. We really let our ideas bounce off each other like ping pong balls and when one of us comes up with a good line or segment, we all get excited. I haven’t felt like that before. That’s not to say I didn’t have that same feeling with Gorillaz before I took a break but the energy between us and the energy I get when working with the Rejects isn’t really up for comparison, y’know what I mean? Gorillaz is, uh… more of a family dynamic. A chaotic one but a found family, right? Whereas with the Rejects, we don’t see each other as collaborators but as a group of friends and I think that’s a neat little thing we made for ourselves. When dealing with the high that comes from being famous, everything around you just happens all at once and soon you forget what it’s like to breathe. I’ve been stuck in that world for 22 years, but after taking this break and later joining the Rejects, I’ve learned how to appreciate the little things again and I’m excited to see what life has to offer me.

I: How would you describe your current bandmates?

2-D: Cynthia is quite the natural born leader and she seems to really know her stuff. She can be a bit stubborn at times whenever we start composing things but she hasn’t done anything too extreme. I think that just shows more of her fiery personality. Not too surprising, given who made her but already I can tell you, she’s much better than that old sod. At least she actually treats me like a person and doesn’t try to… S-Sorry, I’m going too off topic, aren’t I? [clears throat] Um… Where was I again? Ah, right. Bandmates, yeah... Cynthia, to me is, uh, very determined and always willing to tackle a lots of ideas at once. She’s a perfectionist for sure but sometimes, I worry about her short circuiting with how much time she spends writing one song. You already know how I feel about Ace but Lenny on the other hand is quite the interesting guy. Reminds me of Russel in some ways but I wish I could understand him more. I don’t know sign language so we just write and text stuff to one another. Apparently he likes painting and sculpting things out of clay so one time I tried to make him something but I think I ended up making a creature that looks like it wants to die but Lenny still keeps it on his shelf so I guess it’s not too bad.

I: Alright, I think that’s all the time we have for today. Do you have anything else to say before we go?

2-D: Um, yeah, uh… do you know where the nearest toilet is? I’ve been holding it in since I got here.

I: I… [sighs] It should be on the 2nd floor to your right.

2-D: Cool, thanks. [gets up to leave before nearly tripping over his untied shoelaces]

I: Your shoes are untied.

2-D: [in the distance] I don’t know how to tie them!

I: Err… Well, stay tuned until next time where we interview the Rejects’ bassist, Ace D. Copular and talk about his journey from reality TV actor to aspiring musician.

#gorillaz #cyborg noodle #gorillaz fanart #2d gorillaz #ace d copular #ace ppg #ace gorillaz #2dace #lenny #the rejects #rejects au #fanmade interview #phase 5

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Find the Word Tag Game

I was tagged by @another-white-hole here. I believe the rules are to find the words you were given somewhere in your wip and share the snippets. My words were: animal, blue, and red. The scenes all ended up being from Idk, Dragons because they were easiest to find good ones for lol.

Aminal, from one of my favorite scenes where Elara and Jeldon dance in the still unnamed magic forest

Then, a group of fairy dragons flew off to the other edge of the clearing and pulled out these little objects she didn’t know how to describe, and then they started making these lovely sounds with them that made her want to dance more that before. Jeldon’s jaw had dropped a bit again. “What are those? How are they making those sounds?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity and wonder. “Those are instruments, but I’ve never seen or heard any quite like those. Instruments make noises called music. But this… This is magical. It doesn’t normally sound like this. And animals aren’t usually capable of playing instuments.” “This is what they talked about in the books?” This was better than anything she could’ve imagined. She grinned and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the center of the clearing. “Dance with me?” “I- I don’t know how-“ She frowned. “What do you mean you don’t know how? You just have to move.” He smiled a bit. “I’ll try. But I’m actually bad at this, so I’m sorry if I don’t live up to your expectations.” She tilted her head. “How can you be bad at dancing?” Jeldon just smiled more and shook his head a bit.

Blue, another scene I adore. The first time Jeldon and Elara saw each other in like 10 years and she hit him with a stick thinking he was a bear or something.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you. Are you… are you okay?” “I’m great. I just got hit on the head with a stick. I think you cut me.” He held his hand to his ear. “I’m really, really sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to.” His midnight blue curls shined in the moonlight. She hadn’t even noticed the moon was out until now. It was way later than she’d expected. Jeldon had that angry look on his face, just like he had when they first met years ago. At least last time he hadn’t actually been glaring at her. This time he definitely was. “What are you even doing out in the woods this late?” “I could ask you the same thing.” It was a line she’d read in a book. She read the book months ago and had been waiting since then for an opportunity to use it. “I’m traveling. What are you doing?” “I’m traveling, too.” She raised her chin stubbornly. She wasn’t telling him anything more than he would tell her. He raised a brow at her. “Do you even know where you’re going?” “Absolutely. What kind of fool would be walking around in the forest in the middle of the night if they didn’t know where they were going?”

Red, this is the scene where we first meet Cynthia and Linda kidnaps her

“I’ve never gotten to see a dragon this close before.” Her voice didn’t shake, like Kalinda expected. She seemed to be in awe. “This is a wonderful way to die. I would be honored to die at your hands, magnificent beast.” This was a strange human, although Kalinda thought all humans were rather odd. Her hair was a silver-ish gray with red ends. The red definitely wasn’t natural in humans, but it fit her. Despite the fact that she seemed to be on the older end of the human lifespan, the woman carried herself like a warrior. The light gleamed on her medium-brown skin. “I need you to come with me.” She wasn’t sure how to interact with the human creatures anymore. It’d been so long. Maybe it would have been better to immediately explain that she wasn’t going to kill the woman, but the woman also didn’t particularly seem to care if she did. “Oh! You’re not killing me yet. Okay, I’ll totally accept a dragon ride before I die.” The woman was smiling. Definitely a strange one.

This was fun, I enjoyed looking for these.

I'll tag @chainsaw-raven @rains-inky-mind and @gummybugg. Your words are: fire, family, and life.

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sheerfreesia007 · 1 year

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 24

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 24

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,113

Warnings: Evil plotting, sad times

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @mavixdeniz

The house is quiet as Bunny wakes after the community event in the park, the whole house feels still and Bunny lays in bed with her curtains drawn creating a dimly lit cocoon as she snuggles back into her comforter. Her eyes dart to the wall across from her and she sighs softly as her mind begins to race with the events of yesterday.

Cynthia had shown up with Tim on her arm and Bunny’s world had been tilted sideways on its axis causing all of her sure footing to slide and she fell into an abyss of darkness. She knew deep down that she couldn’t be like this right now otherwise she’ll wind up falling further into the darkness of her mind, but with the emergency therapy session she was able to get over the phone yesterday her therapist was able to help pull her out of the darkness a little bit.

Just then Bunny hears her phone begin to vibrate. She lays there listening to it recognizing that it’s a phone call coming in, she idly wonders who’s trying to reach her so early in the morning before listening to it stop. She sighs softly as she thinks she’ll be able to relax and rest some more before her cell phone begins to vibrate once again with a phone call. Huffing at the vibrating phone she crawls across her bed before leaning over the phone to see who’s calling her. Jer-Bear. Bunny knows that he won’t stop until she picks up the phone as she reaches to the phone and swipes from the table.

“Yes Jeremy?” she asks him in greeting and hears a loud scoff on the other side of the phone.

“You better not be lying in bed feeling sorry for yourself.” he says warningly over the phone and Bunny frowns tiredly at his words.

“In case you didn’t know but my ex-husband showed up to the event yesterday and I was dumped by my boyfriend.” Bunny groused out sarcastically as she snuggled further down into her comforter. “I’m allowed to lie in bed and feel sorry for myself for a little bit.” she added in a soft voice.

“Oh honey.” Jeremy intoned knowingly. “I know what happened yesterday. Everyone knows what happened yesterday.” He told her softly and Bunny felt as if her world had tilted once again.

“Everyone knows?” Bunny asked softly in a broken tone and Jeremy shushed her softly.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Have you talked to your therapist yet?” he asked quickly after dismissively disregarding the fact that everyone knew what happened yesterday.

“Yeah, I talked with her yesterday after getting home. I can’t believe everyone knows.” Bunny began to ramble and Jeremy quickly cut her off.

“Stop that!” he hissed loudly enough into the phone to catch Bunny’s attention. “Everyone is upset for you and everyone is extremely pissed at Cynthia for her underhanded shit stirring.” he informed her and Bunny sighed softly at the reminder that Cynthia was in the middle of all of this. “I’m coming over so get up, take a hot shower, get into some comfy clothes.”

“Jer, you don’t have to-” Bunny began to say.

“Too late! I’m already halfway there!” Jeremy called out into the phone before hanging up on her. Bunny sighed and rolled out of bed knowing that Jeremy would just use his spare key to get into her house so had to get up and get dressed otherwise he’d pull her out of bed by her ankle.

So trudging over to her bathroom she quickly hops in the shower and turns on the hot water full blast. She lets herself stand underneath the spray for a little bit just letting her body melt and relax under the hot water. She imagines that it’s washing away all the bad that happened yesterday and only leaving her original self. When she’s done washing up she hops out of the shower and wraps herself up in one of her favorite fluffy towels.

Bunny moved back into the bedroom and picked out a long sleeved thin shirt to wear and large baggy comfy sweatpants with fluffy socks. The outfit screamed extreme comfort and Bunny was glad to wear the clothing, it made her feel safe to wrap her fingers in the sleeves of the shirt and pull it further down over her arms while the warmth from the sweatpants eased her worries.

From downstairs she heard the front door open and Butter barking at the intruder. His angry barks quickly turned into barks of excitement as he recognized Jeremy. The two of them quickly rushed up the stairs before barging into Bunny’s bedroom. Butter danced on the hardwood floor of her bedroom happily to show her that Jeremy was here and Bunny laughed while rolling her eyes. She scooped Butter up into her arms and the dog twisted and turned with awkward glee.

“You are the worst guard dog ever.” she groaned out at him and Jeremy chuckled at her words.

“I’ve already ordered a large cheese pizza, garlic knots, and mozzarella sticks. Should be here in fifteen minutes.” Jeremy said and Bunny frowned at him confused.

“For breakfast?” she asked surprised and Jeremy rolled his eyes at her.

“Bun-Bun it’s already twelve in the afternoon. It’s way past morning.” Jeremy told her and Bunny stared at him in shock. “Yeah sweetheart, you’ve had a good sleep.”

“I guess I have.” she said as she moved back to her bed and crawled back into it with Butter still in her arms. Jeremy moved to her bed as well before climbing in after taking his shoes off. The two of them leaned back against the headboard and just sat in silence while Bunny turned the television on to some trashy guilty pleasure show that they had been missing out on. The quiet is almost unbearable but Bunny is appreciative of it as she leans into Jeremy’s side and he shifts to gather her in his arms silently. “I’m more upset that I’m still not over what Tim did to me. I still froze up and reacted purely out of fear.” Bunny says softly before burying her face in his neck breathing in his scent as her hands fist in the sides of his soft shirt.

“Bun, it’s only been three years and that man had such a chokehold on you for six years. You’ve only been out of that trauma for half of how long you were in it. It’s not surprising that you still react to him when you see him in the flesh.” Jeremy soothes her as his arms tighten around her and he slides the two of them further down the bed.

“I just want to be okay.” Bunny said softly in a defeated tone and Jeremy cuddled her close to comfort her. They lay like that for a little bit and Bunny fell asleep snoring softly as she rested on his chest. Jeremy lay there still as a statue while darting his eyes between Bunny’s sleeping form and the television playing in the background. Just then the doorbell rang and Jeremy groaned softly as he shifted Bunny onto the bed fully before slipping out of bed and moving downstairs to the front door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” he called out as the doorbell rang again before getting to the door and opening it widely. He was expecting to see the pizza delivery guy standing in front of him but Jack stood there holding the pizza and food that Jeremy had ordered looking hopeful. “Jack.” Jeremy greeted in shock before shaking his head gently.

“Is she okay?” Jack asked, sounding absolutely wrecked and Jeremy felt a little gratification that Jack sounded so badly.

“No, she’s not.” Jeremy said sternly as he reached out and took the food from Jack’s hands. “She’s not ready to even deal with what happened between you two yet. We’re still wading through her response to her ex.” Jeremy said coldly and Jack flinched at his words before looking up pleadingly at Jeremy. “Maybe once I know for sure that she’s okay and will be fine I’ll bring you up. But right now she needs space and to be able to come to terms with her shitty ex-husband first.”

“Of course. Of course, you’re absolutely right.” Jack said quickly as he nodded his head. “I fucked up. I know I did and I’m so sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean what I said to her.” Jack said imploringly and Jeremy frowned at him before nodding his head once.

“I’ll let her know when she’s ready.” Jeremy said as he took a step back from the door and Jack nodded his head quickly before sighing softly. Jeremy watched quietly as Jack turned from the door and walked down the steps back towards his own house. Silently kicking the door shut he locked it quickly and then turned to head back upstairs to Bunny so he could get some food in her. He quietly wondered if this was going to be the end of his favorite couple in the neighborhood.

*-*-*-*

Tim nervously walks into the back room of the Chinese restaurant nestled in a strip of businesses on the main road in the city. The big boss had called him in to give him a job to do and he was a little nervous to finally meet him face to face. He’s been eager to meet with the man behind the opposing name but he was still nervous to meet him, especially hearing all the stories about him from the other members. He’d heard that the boss had gone up against the FBI and come out unscathed, he had even kidnapped one of the police chiefs in Kentucky all because the chief looked at his wife sideways. The man was an absolute legend and Tim was nervous.

He looked around the room and saw that the room had been cleared out except for one large circular table sitting in the middle of the dimly lit room. There were large muscled men dressed in black tight t-shirts and gray slacks spaced around the room all with their arms crossed over their chests. A small slender woman with long black hair clad in skimpy lingerie stood at the boss’ side with her hands sensually grazing his shoulders. She looked at Tim with pleading eyes and Tim eyed her hungrily before she turned her face away from him.

“McCall.” said the boss and Tim stood at attention once called on. “I’ve got a job for you out in the next town over. It’s a simple job and if you do it right you’ll be rewarded. What do you say?”

Tim opened his mouth to answer him when suddenly his phone began to ping with text message after text message. He flinched and quickly began to dig around in his pocket before pulling his phone out and silencing it.

“Sorry about that boss. My new side piece is a little greedy.” Tim apologized while chuckling softly.

“Side piece? I thought you were divorced?” asked the boss as he leaned back in his chair.

“Well I am, but I’m trying to get back with my ex and this chick that I’m banging is her neighbor. So I’m using her as an in with my ex. Chick is smoking hot and she’s good in bed but her voice is annoying.” Tim said truthfully and the boss snapped his fingers before opening his hand.

“Let’s see what she looks like.” the boss said stonily. Tim flinched again and quickly began nodding his head as he hurriedly pulled up Cynthia’s facebook and opened up her pictures before handing the phone over to the boss. Tim waited patiently as the boss swiped through her photo album, he hummed softly to some videos and smirked at others. But it was only when he came across a photo that he stilled and squinted at the phone before enlarging the photo and then grinning evilly. “Well, well, well, look who we have here boys.” the boss said darkly as he showed the phone to one of the closest guards who growled low in his throat. “Can you get us around this guy?” the boss asked Tim before turning the phone back to him for him to see who he was talking about.

“Oh that guy?! That’s the guy who’s been trying to date my ex!” Tim informed the man who nodded his head eagerly as his eyes lit up with an evil light. “Yeah of course I can.” Tim said, liking the idea that the boss would most likely take this guy out.

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*Leighton's POV*

Life's definitely been weird lately. I hated feeling like I was constantly walking on eggshells around everyone, but I was afraid that with one wrong move, everything would come crumbling down. So that's why on Thursday morning, Gemma and I decided to make Colby some brownies before I had to go over to Cynthia's, taking my mind off of whatever might happen there.

"Come here baby!" I encouraged Gemma to crawl over to me, her hands grabbing my pajama pants to try and lift herself up. "You're getting so big" I kissed her cheek, picking her up, holding her on my waist. "Wanna help mommy? Here baby, we're making Colby yummy treats"

I grabbed her bumbo chair, plopping her down on the kitchen island, buckling her in before opening the box of brownie mix, handing her the bag of dry ingredients to mess around with whilst I got the wet ingredients ready.

I cut open the bag, moving the bowl closer to her. "Look Gem" I hummed, smiling when she giggled as the powder landed in the bowl, creating a dust cloud.

I listened to her giggles and babbles whilst I baked, finding myself smiling every time I looked over at her.

She just looked so happy.

I picked her up out of the booster seat, holding her on my hip as I cooed at her; picking up the oil. "Wanna help momma? Here baby" I pried open her hand, letting her grip the measuring cup in front of my hand. "Let's pour it in" I murmured, leaning her forward as we dumped the oil in "Woo!" I cheered, a big smile on her face as I bounced her. "Let's drop it in the sink baby"

I chuckled when her eyes widened at the loud noise, the metal measuring cup having been tossed into the sink.

I tried to have her help me stir the ingredients, but she had more fun just clutching a wooden spoon in her little hand and banging it on the bowl.

"You're going to be such a little chaos baby aren't you" I snickered, her hand pulling at my shirt as I stretched, her eyes wide. "I've got you baby. Look at your chubby little cheeks!" I munched on her cheek making her laugh, loving hearing her belly laugh.

I sat on the floor with Gemma, playing with some blocks and baby books as we waited for the brownies. When the timer rang, I hurried to the oven; hearing Gemma's baby hands smack the floor as she crawled, following me.

"Watch out baby" I warned, not wanting her by the oven. Not surprisingly, she didn't listen. "Come here monkey, up you go" I moved her to the bumbo seat, clipping her in so I could grab the brownies. "Look yummy, baby?" I asked, showing her the brownies from afar, giggling at her grabby hands and whines. "We've gotta give them to Colby honey, you can't have one" her lip quivered, destroying my heart. "I'm sorry baby, you did such a good job though! You were such a big helper!"

Her whimpers turned into cries; her hands reaching for the pan of brownies.

"It's gotta cool off Gemma"

I sighed, setting the browns down and picking her up, bouncing her in front of me as I made funny noises; trying to get her to laugh again. I kissed all over her face, hearing her small giggles start to erupt from her.

I grinned, feeling proud of myself. "I knew you had giggles in you. You're such a giggly little girl aren't you? Mommy's giggly little monkey" I cooed, loving the smile on her face right now.

She eventually started whining, so I let her down, listening to her little baby hands slap the floor as she crawled away.

I kind of missed when she didn't know how her legs worked. She's been getting quicker at crawling, making my life even more stressful as I tried to keep her out of danger.

By the time we were out the door, Gemma had completely forgotten about the brownies she so desperately wanted, making my life a million times easier.

When we arrived at Cynthia's door, I helped Gemma ring the doorbell, her eyes wide when we heard Nova's barks on the other side of the door.

Cynthia opened the door, appearing extremely pregnant which looked so weird considering I haven't seen her in so long.

Nova was going berserk at us, barking and going into a play bow, her nub wiggling as Gemma stared at her with wide shocked eyes.

"It's like the doggies at home G, Remember Captain, and Dakota?" I smiled, trying to get Gemma to giggle again by bouncing her and tickling her tummy, even placing a kiss on her cheek. 'Nova sure has missed you baby, she's so excited. Wanna say hi?" I asked, crouching down so we were at Nova's level.

I tried so hard not to laugh at how shocked and overwhelmed Gemma appeared, her eyes wide and lips parted as Nova came up and sniffed her.

"Do you not remember our doggies at home? Nova looks just like them" I giggled, Cynthia smiling down at us.

"Nova, be a good girl. Gentle" Cynthia reminded the dog, Gemma's hand coming out to hit the top of Nova's head.

"G, careful" I softly lectured, Nova freezing. "Nova, you're going to have to get used to little baby hands smacking you" I chuckled, running my hand over Nova's head and ears. "You're such a good girl; I've missed you" I hummed, the memory of when I first met her coming to the forefront in my head.

"She's gotten so big since the last time I saw her" Cynthia fussed, her eyes a little glossy. "I totally get your pregnancy meltdowns now" She giggled, wiping under her eyes before reaching out for Gemma. "You're getting so big!" Cynthia bounced, Gemma clapping her hands which made me laugh.

"She's been loving to hear herself make noise lately, so sorry in advance" I warned with a snicker, focusing my attention back on Nova, peeping up over at my daughter and sister in law.

I honestly felt really nervous visiting Cynthia today, but surprisingly it went well. Neither of us really brought up our slight falling out, sort of just making it water under the bridge as we hung out and caught up.

We both ended up getting emotional when she mentioned Logan not being here for the delivery of her baby. I hated that for both of them. I knew how much it would mean for my brother to be at his child's birth, and I hate that he has to miss it. I hate that he's gone and that neither of us can turn to him whenever we need him. He was my rock at my lowest points and fuck did I miss him.

G and I left around dinner time, making our way towards Colby's, and I was annoyed that Gemma had fallen asleep in the car, knowing how much of a pain in the ass it has became to transfer her from her car seat to her crib.

I carefully unclipped her buckles, wincing when I saw her face scrunch up.

Shit.

I paused my movements, waiting it out, only to continue when I saw her face relax.

Thank god.

I carefully moved my fingers under her armpits, slowly lifting her out of the seat, praying to god that she stayed asleep.

I thanked the good lord when she was safely against my chest, not making a peep. I gently closed the car door, bouncing and shushing her as her body froze at the sound, trying so desperately to keep her asleep.

I rang the bell, rocking Gemma softly, humming as I waited.

The door quickly opened, startling me as Jake stood there in front of me.

My face scrunched up as he let me in.

"Jake?"

"Hey Leighton" He welcomed, my feet carrying me into the house, Jake shutting the door behind me.

"Why are you here? Not that I uh.. don't want to see you.. but?"

"Oh! I heard about what happened to Colby, wanted to make sure he was okay"

I nodded, continuing my soothing motion to keep Gemma asleep.

"Where is he?"

"Up in his room, I really have to poop so sorry to just leave you, but uh" He laughed, throwing me a peace sign for quickly walking to the bathroom.

I took a deep breath, shaking my head before walking further into the home.

I didn't see anyone downstairs, so I walked upstairs and found Gemma's makeshift crib still in the guest room, laying her down and carefully closing the door.

I knocked on Colby's bedroom door, my lips pursed as I waited.

"Come in!" He called, my hand twisting the handle as I pushed open the door, spotting him immediately. "Oh! Hey" he smiled, making me smile as I walked over to him.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked quietly, stepping over a pile of laundry as I walked over to him.

"Been alright" I nodded, leaning down to kiss him. "I thought you had plans today?"

"I already went and saw her, wanted to come see you before it got too late. Gemma and I wanted to drop off something we made for you, but it's still in the car"

"You didn't have to do that babe-"

"It's nothing. Was a good distraction" I shrugged, Colby nodding.

"Where is G?"

"Asleep in the guest room"

"Ah! So I have you all to myself" he smirked, his hand grabbing my wrist, "Come here pretty girl" he hummed, patting his lap and my eyes widened.

"Absolutely not! Your leg is injured!"

"My leg is, but my thigh isn't-"

"Colby, no!"

"Party pooper"

"No! I don't want to hurt you!"

"Excuses"

"Colby!"

"Fine, fine!"

"You're annoying" I muttered, Colby chuckling.

"Come sit with me at least. If I can't have you on my lap, I at least want you on my bed"

I obliged, moving to the other side of the bed, crawling under the covers and cuddling closer to him.

"I've missed you, I hope you've had a good day"

"S'fine" I slurred, shifting under his arm. "I wasn't expecting Jake to open the front door"

"Yeah? It's been nice seeing him though! It's been a while"

I nodded, "Do you guys talk often? You haven't spoke about him in a while"

"Been busy"

"Too busy for your friends?"

"Something like that" He said softly and I dropped it, not wanting to ruin this moment somehow.

I ended up falling asleep against his chest, Colby scrolling through his phone and showing me a few Instagram posts here and there before dozing off.

When I woke up, the bed was empty.

I huffed, stretching out against the silk sheets, not bothering to get up until I remembered he had a broken leg and somehow wasn't in this bed right now.

When I got out of bed, I quickly used his bathroom before walking to the guest room, seeing the door open and the playpen crib empty.

Surely he didn't carry my baby and his crutch down the stairs, right?

I descended down the stairs, faint voices directing my feet towards the living room.

I turned the corner, Sam, Jake and Colby all sitting on the couch, Gemma snuggled into Sam's chest appearing passed out as they all talked.

Shit. I didn't want to disrupt them. I didn't want to be that person who came between their hang out time.

I sighed and walked back up the stairs, knowing Gemma was fine.

I crawled back into Colby's bed, missing the warm covers as I texted a few people back.

Landon and I were currently looking at possibly getting an apartment together which made my chest flutter, and not in a good way.

I hated the idea of moving back home, but I really didn't want to miss out more time with my mom, so I knew I needed to suck it up and just do it. After all, it shouldn't be permanent, but like Colby said, it should help make this a lot more convenient as I tried to get my record expunged.

I was however nervous about landing a job here again, especially after how hard it was the first time, meaning I needed to start my search now.

I don't know how long I laid in bed for, but I did text Colby letting him know I was up and to text me if Gemma needed anything.

I was definitely surprised when three hours went by before I got a text asking if I was staying for dinner.

I sent back that I didn't want to intrude on their guy time, Colby leaving me on seen.

The clock read 6:40, and I knew Gemma should've been hungry a while ago which was confusing.

I walked down into the kitchen, prepared to see a cranky baby, but instead I saw her sitting in her High Chair happily eating the food in front of her.

"You guys didn't have to do that" I spoke, startling Sam.

"She was hungry and you were resting" Colby shrugged, offering Gemma her bottle.

"But-"

"No but's Leighton. She's fine"

I sighed, nodding. "Thank you for your help" I ran my hands over his shoulders, his back to my chest as I bent down and leaned forward to place a kiss on Colby's cheek. "You really should be the one resting though" I mumbled into his ear before fixing my posture.

"I'm alright Leighton, stop worrying. Just sore, but I have meds"

I kept quiet and just observed as Colby fed Gemma dinner, Sam and Jake sat at the kitchen island scrolling through their phone.

"Do you leave tomorrow?" Sam asked, looking up from his phone.

"Yeah, at 3pm"

"Are you staying the night?"

"I don't want to intrude. I'll head out soon"

I heard Colby sigh, "Leighton, you're not intruding"

Doesn't feel like it.

"It's fine Colby, I know you haven't seen Jake in a while. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Oh! Speaking of, I need to go get your treat!"

I carried the brownies in, Gemma's big smile making me laugh when I entered the kitchen again, her face covered in food.

"You having a good time baby?" I giggled, setting the glass pan on the kitchen table.

"What did you make me? Oh! Brownies! Yummy" Colby spoke in an excited tone towards Gemma, Gemma instantly giggling at him.

"G was a big helper. She definitely deserves all of the credit"

"Yeah? You gonna be a baking prodigy Gem?"

"You really don't have to go Leighton-"

"It's fine. I need to get her to bed at a reasonable time anyway"

"Leighton, honestly you're not intruding"

"Colby, hang out with Jake. I'm not mad or anything. You're allowed to hang out with your friends. I wouldn't of came if I knew he was here"

His eyebrows furrowed, "Do you have a problem with Jake?"

"What? No. Why would you think that?"

"Because the second you got here, you've been eager to leave"

"No. I just don't want things to be weird. I don't want to intrude on your hang out time or whatever"

"For the last time, you're not intruding! No one is mad that you're here. It's literally all in your head!"

I frowned, "It isn't in my head. I just.."

"You just what, Leighton?"

"It's nothing. I gotta go. Please be careful and I'll text you before I leave"

"What? I'm not seeing you tomorrow before you fly out?"

"I don't want to intrude-"

"Oh for the love of god! You're not intruding!" His voice raised, catching me off guard, "What is going on?"

"Nothing is going on"

"Leighton!"

"What?"

"Stop it. What the fuck is wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you. Why do you think I'm lying? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?!"

"Maybe because I don't want my girlfriend to leave? Maybe because you leave tomorrow and I want to spend time with you, and you're leaving and saying I won't even see you before you fly out tomorrow?!"

"What, do you want to see me tomorrow? You should be resting! It's not like I'll never see you again!"

He groaned, "Fine whatever. Have a safe flight back" He muttered, turning to crutch away from me.

"Colby! Stop being dramatic!"

"Goodbye Leighton"

I rolled my eyes, slamming the door behind me as I made my way towards the car, feeling extremely frustrated.

What was such a big deal of me leaving so he could hang out with his friend? It's not like he was hanging out with me anyway.

I don't understand.

When I got back to my parents house, I got Gemma ready for bed and thankfully she went down nicely, leaving me to be able to watch a movie with my mom that night, trying not to focus on whatever Colby's problem was earlier.

Right before we boarded our flight, Colby sent me a text saying he loved me and to fly safe. The text under it read to send him a text or call him when I landed.

I sighed, leaning my head against Gemma's, thankful that she was in a good mood today.

The flight went well, Gemma and I watched baby shows the entire flight, keeping her occupied for the most part.

Once I got my bags and waited for Uncle Garret to pick me up, I texted Colby that I had landed safe, not hearing from him until hours later.

Towards the end of August Aaliyah had flown in to hang out with us, and it definitely felt good to see her again.

It felt like no time had passed at all and it made me feel silly for letting my mom make me think Aaliyah was distancing herself, reminding myself that we both were just busy now.

Aaliyah and I made cookies one night as we watched Hell's Kitchen, just enjoying each other's company again and I loved seeing how excited Gemma got seeing her Aunt Lay Lay.

"She is getting so big! I remember when you were in your mommy's tummy" Aaliyah spoke in a funny voice to her. "That feels like so long ago" She sighed, looking over at me.

"I can't believe she's going to be a year in practically two months" I sighed, wishing I could turn back time.

By mid September Landon and I had found an apartment, my dad and him going to go snoop it out, FaceTiming me the walk through and letting me hear the realtors spiel about why this place was so great.

Colby and I have been okay.

We've definitely been FaceTiming a lot less lately which sucked, but we were both pretty busy so I understood.

Colby's leg had been healing well, and he was able to walk on it now, he just had to be careful, so I was pretty pissed when I found out that he had gone on a trip with Sam to go film at some weird haunted place, but I kept it to myself.

The last thing I wanted to be was controlling. I was just worried, but I was afraid he wouldn't understand where I was coming from, and I really didn't want to argue anymore.

Aunt Ginger helped me pack up my stuff whilst Gemma was FaceTiming Gabe aka Gabe was talking to her and watching her play, Gemma completely ignoring his presence, more interested in the building blocks in front of her.

"So Leighton" I heard him call, catching my attention.

"Hm?"

"What are we doing for her birthday? When am I booking my flight?"

"What do you mean? You're not going to be here for her actual birthday?"

"Are you having the party on her birthday?"

"I don't know yet Gabe"

"Well that's what I'm trying to figure out. I need to figure out my classes, Leigh, and buy tickets before it's last minute. Speaking of, can I bring Zara?" He asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"You want to bring your new girlfriend to our daughter's first birthday?" I asked, caught off guard. I saw him nod and I sighed. "Fine, but she's not allowed in all of the photos. I don't want her in all of my daughters first birthday photos if you don't stay together"

I opened my calendar, scrolling two months over. "Her birthday is a Thursday.. Do we want to do it on the following Saturday? The 27th? — Shit, we can't. That's Sam's birthday"

"Leighton, who cares-"

"I'm not going to intrude on Sam's birthday Gabriel"

He rolled his eyes as I scanned my calendar, trying to figure out when the best time for her party would be.

"Do we even want to have a party? We could just spend it together with her. Order a cake, buy some gifts. Have it be lowkey"

"She deserves a party Leighton"

"But she's not even going to remember it!"

"No one said it had to be extravagant, but she should at least be celebrated. You just said you wanted to do family photos or whatever"

"Well yeah"

"Look.. it's still two months away.. but we do need to figure it out. I can't miss too much school, so I wouldn't be able to stay for like a week or whatever, but I could come for like three days or something"

"I mean.. we could do it Friday, the 24th? Or the Saturday before her birthday"

"Do you want to do it that far before her birthday?"

"I don't fucking know Gabe! I haven't thought about it!"

"Shit, her birthday lands on Thanksgiving Leigh"

"Fucking hell, why couldn't she have been born on her due date? — Wait, shit! That's going to be a recurring problem isn't it?!"

"Yeah"

"God dammit! Well fuck us, right? How the fuck are we supposed to do her birthday parties!"

"Like we are now, before or after her birthday"

"We could just have it on Thanksgiving. We could all come together-"

"We both know that's a bad idea. Our families do not get along"

"Yeah well tell your mother to fuck off, and we'll be fine!"

Gabe chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm sure that would go over well"

"Well what, am I just supposed to throw two parties her entire life?!"

"I'm sure G would love that"

"But my bank account wouldn't!"

"Look, let's just do it on Thanksgiving.. have both of the families come together and see how it goes" He suggested and I sighed, opening November 25th on my calendar, typing in "party" next to "Gemma's birthday". "Fuck! Those tickets are going to be so expensive!" he groaned and I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.

September 29th was our official Move In Day of the apartment. Landon was going to "move in" first, and make sure it was good to go and all cleaned, my dad helping him baby proof the place before we got there.

Uncle Garret was a god sent for offering to help us move back, I truly couldn't thank him enough.

Gemma and I flew to California on October 3rd, Uncle Garret having left on the first so we hopefully make it there together, Uncle Garret planning on flying back home on the next day.

I truly owed that man my life for how willing he was to drop everything and help me at the drop of a hat.

I already was in debt to my Aunt and Uncle for letting me live with them, so I can only imagine how much it'll take for me to feel like I fully paid them back for their generosity.

"Ready to go see our new home G?" I cheered, picking her up out of her car seat, grabbing the diaper bag and pushing the car door closed.

We were on the fourth floor of the building, Gemma surprisingly loving the elevator.

She kept giggling at herself in the mirror, her grubby little hands wanting to touch the glass.

I knocked on our apartment door since I didn't have a key yet, not expecting Finn to open the door.

"Long time no see!" I joked, stepping into the apartment.

Gemma squealed at the sight of Landon's best friend, Finn happily filling her into his chest to say hello.

"Where's Landon?"

"Bathroom"

"Go figure" I laugh, my eyes scanning the apartment.

It looked nothing like my last apartment.

You walked into a small entryway, walls on either side of you. You could see the living room from the front door.

I walked further in, not slipping off my shoes just in case Landon did a half ass job with cleaning.

To my left was a small kitchen, but it looked nice. Everything in here was definitely older looking than my last place, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

To my right was a closet and what appeared to be a bathroom. I hated that the only bathroom was near the front door, but beggers can't be choosers, so I got over it.

I passed the kitchen, stepping into the living room, a dinning room on my left and a hallway leading to the bedrooms on my right.

Uncle Garret got there two hours later, all of us helping on unpacking the truck, Lexi being put on babysitting duty.

Uncle Garret, Finn and Landon started working on Gemma's crib, whilst Lexi, my mom and I dug through boxes, working on organizing everything.

"So where is Sam and Colby? I figured they'd be all over helping you" Mom asked, handing me hangers of my clothes for me to put away.

"They're gone filming"

"Ah"

"Mhm"

I could feel my mom's gaze burning a hole in my back as I hung up the hangers.

"How is Colby doing since the accident?"

"As far as I'm aware, he's fine"

"Oh"

"What mom?"

"Nothing"

I rolled my eyes, letting it go.

Two hours later I walked into Gemma's nursery, seeing the crib and diaper changing table put together.

"Where do you want everything, Leighton?"

We shuffled a few things around, Finn helping me put the crib sheets on.

We decided to focus on getting Gemma's room put together so it was done and ready for her to sleep in, all of us focusing our attention on filling the drawers, unboxing diapers and organizing her baby toys.

Her nursery was small, but it got the job done and it felt good to leave her room later that night and know it was finished and ready for her to use as bedtime approached.

We all sat on the floor eating our take out pizza, watching Gemma crawl around and squeal when Finn crawled after her, letting her think she was getting away from home.

Something about this moment just felt like home.

I caught myself multiple times smiling and laughing with my family, watching our antics unfold as we ate dinner together.

That night Gemma was pretty rough to get down to bed, which was unsurprising since she hated sleeping in new places, so I was definitely exhausted by the time she finally passed out in her crib.

I fell asleep around 1am, tossing and turning the entire night.

I guess we both hated sleeping in new places.

That week Landon and I worked on really organizing everything and figuring out where we wanted things, and what would work best.

I thanked him for baby proofing the place, laughing as he complained about the safety drawer clips, griping every time he went to put a knife away that it was a pain in the ass to unclip.

"That price we pay for her safety!" I reminded him, laughing as he muttered "Yeah yeah yeah"

Landon was organizing our movie cabinet whilst I played with Gemma, next to him, hearing him mention Cynthia. "I heard they're going to induce her"

Cynthia was still pregnant, much to her distaste.

"I feel so bad for her. The last few weeks of pregnancy for me were a bitch, and Gemma came early!"

"I heard she has a doctor appointment tomorrow, she's supposed to text mom and let her know I guess"

"Are you excited to be an uncle again?"

Landon nodded, "I hate that Logan is going to miss it though"

"Me too" I sighed, wishing I could just bring my brother back home.

Later that night whilst I fed Gemma, Colby's name popped up on my screen, asking me to facetime.

I immediately panicked, and just clicked the audio button, not wanting him to see I was in my apartment.

It didn't dawn on me until that split second that I still haven't told him I moved back, wanting it to be a surprise, but he's been too busy for me to be like "Come over"

Colby's face popped up on the screen.

"Hey! Why can't I see your face?" He pouted and I gnawed on my lower lip, debating what to do.

"I uh.. sorry"

"What's wrong? Why did you decline the video?"

"Er.."

"Leighton?"

"I moved!" I quickly spat out, my eyes widening, not daring to look down at his face.

"You what?"

Shit.

"I moved back to Los Angeles"

"Leighton! What the fuck?! What do you mean you moved?!"

My heart raced as I turned the video camera on, holding the phone out so he could see my face.

"Surprise?" I spoke with uncertainty, hating the look on his face right now.

"When the fuck did you move?! Why didn't you think to mention this to me sooner?! Leighton, what the hell?! You fucking moved?! When?!"

"Slow down-"

"ANSWER ME!" His voice raised, Gemma's eyes widening at the tone, shoving a cut up carrot into her mouth.

"Damn, okay!"

"I moved in on the third"

"THE THIRD?! LEIGHTON RAE FOX! THAT WAS ALMOST TWO WEEKS AGO! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"I'm sorry!" I whined, hating how he was looking at me right now.

"No! Genuinely what the hell?! Why wouldn't you tell me! When did you decide to pull the fucking trigger?"

"Uh. Landon and I started looking back in August-"

"You've got to be fucking joking-"

"Colby-"

"No, fuck off. I— Are you fucking serious?"

"About what?"

"Oh my god!" He groaned, his had running over his face. "Where the fuck are you living now?"

"Not too far from my parents place. It's maybe... 25 minutes?"

I watched his head roll back as he breathed heavily before looking at me again, shaking his head. "Were you just never going to tell me?"

"No! We've just been busy"

"Oh!" He scoffed, "So you couldn't have just dropped it in one of our hundreds of texts these past two months?! Are you for real right now?!"

"Colby-"

"No! You don't think I deserved to know that my girlfriend was moving back to California?! That was less than an hour away from me?! What, was I just supposed to run into you at the grocery store?! Genuinely Leighton, what the hell goes through your head sometimes?!"

"I've been fucking busy Cole! It's not my fault-"

"BULLSHIT!" he cut me off, my face turning stone cold as I glared at him.

"I'm not doing this right now-"

"Of course you're not! Not now, not ever!"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Typical Leighton fashion, always thinking of herself-"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU FUCKING MOVED!"

"YOU'RE ACROSS THE DAMN COUNTRY! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU COULD HELP ANYWAY!"

He chuckled, his jaw clenching as he shook his head, staying quiet.

"If you have something to say, fucking say it!" I glared, Gemma eyes trained on me as she played with her food, a look of curiosity in her eye as she watched.

"I have nothing to say to you" He muttered, angering me.

"Fucking bullshit. Spit it out Colby"

"You've been incredibly selfish these past few months" he said, my jaw dropping.

He did not just-

"Goodbye" I muttered, ending the call and taking a few deep breaths, wanting so desperately to cry, but I sucked it up and focused on my daughter.

My phone buzzed, my eyes glancing down at the screen.

Colby 🙈🥵 Typical.

I felt my jaw clench at the message, swiping it away and locking my phone.

I let Gemma out of her highchair once I wiped down her face and hands, tossing the messy bib onto the table.

I cleaned up after dinner, listening to Gemma crawl around and bang some toys on the floor as she giggled at the sound of Elmo's annoying voice playing from one of her books.

I heard my phone ring and I swear I was going to chuck it out the fucking window.

The third time it rang, I walked over to it, surprised to see my dad's name.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Was just calling to inform you that Cynthia had her baby"

I almost dropped my phone.

"WHAT?! Boy or girl?!"

"She had a baby girl, you've got a niece" He said, sounding extremely happy.

"Oh my god!"

"She went into labor early this morning"

"Wow! I.. I can't believe it"

My mind immediately went to Logan who missed out on seeing the birth of his first child, a lump forming in my throat.

"Visiting hours tomorrow starts at 12 if you want to pop by" He informed me and I nodded, still reeling at the fact that I now had a niece.

"What's her name?"

"Harper Jude Fox"

Instant tears.

"She gave her Logan's middle name?" I whimpered, feeling like I needed to sit down.

"She looks perfect, Leighton. Both my granddaughters are precious. Truly God's gift, just like my children. I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be a papa again!"

He sounded so excited and I couldn't help but smile as I started to cry.

Our little family was growing. I had a niece. My brother had a daughter...

Wow.

"I'll definitely come tomorrow! I can't wait to meet her!"

I got to the hospital around 1:30, having bought Cynthia a gift and some treats, struggling to carry the bag and Gemma.

Gemma was babbling my ear off, a few things starting to sound like real words as she talked, earning a lot of looks from the nurses who waved hello at her.

I knocked on Cynthia's door, my dad opening the door and taking Gemma, saying hello.

"There's my other granddaughter! Well don't you look stinkin' cute"

She giggled, her hands tossed in the air as he kissed her cheek, fawning over her outfit.

"Tell Papa we got it for a steal! I found that at the thrift store a few months back. Isn't it adorable?!"

"Look like a princess Miss Gemma Lorraine" He cooed, pretending to throw her in the air, listening to her squeals and giggles.

"Hey momma!" I leaned down to hug Cynthia. "Feeling okay?"

"I'm doing alright. Really sore"

I nodded, both of us smiling over at my dad who was still messing about with Gemma.

"So where is my perfect little niece?"

"She's in the nursery right now"

"Dammit!"

Cynthia laughed and I walked over, grabbing her gift.

"I got you a few things. If you don't like something, we can return it. It was kind of last minute"

We hung out for a little bit, Cynthia making fun of how impatient I was to meet my niece.

The second they reeled her in, I swear I was going to cry.

"Oh my god!" I whisper yelled, "Oh she's so cute! She's a lot bigger than Gemma was"

"Well I hope so, she cooked a lot longer" Cynthia laughed and I twitched my fingers above her, wanting to pick her up so bad, but not wanting to disrupt her.

"They're going to have to forcibly kick me out to get me away from her" I warned, finally picking her up and snuggling her close to my chest. "Oh she's so cute! You guys did good!" I half joked, Cynthia laughing. "Gem?" I called, my daughter's head turning towards her name which made my heart flutter. "Wanna meet your new best friend?"

My dad sat Gemma upright, and I crouched with Harper. "Gemma Lorraine, meet Harper Jude, your new best friend" I smiled, trying hard to keep my tears at bay.

Gemma stared down at the baby, her hand carefully landing on the baby's forehead before giggling and I swear I was going to lose it.

"She's your new cousin G, isn't she so cute? I guess it runs in the family" I winked, grinning at how happy and bubbly my baby looked. I looked over my shoulder towards Cynthia, "I love that they're not even a year apart. I can't wait to watch them grow up together" Cynthia nodded, my dad's voice turning my attention back to the kids.

"I can't believe I have grandkids! I'm only in my 40s" He shook his head in disbelief.

I choked out a laugh, shaking my head. "You wish you were in your 40s! Gemma, tell papa he's an old man now!" I grinned, my dad shooting my fake daggers. "Wanna hold both your granddaughters, papa?" I asked, amazed at the sight in front of me.

We got both the girls situated and I pulled out my phone, snapping a few photos.

It all felt so surreal.

Life has changed so much lately. I couldn't believe Gemma's birthday is next month, or that my brother has a daughter now. Let alone the fact that I moved back to California.

I was in a state of awe and disbelief when Gemma and I finally left the hospital.

G and I arrived at my parents house to check up on my mom, the three of us lounging in my moms bed as we watched TV, Gemma crawling all over us and the comforter when my phone buzzed.

Colby 🙈🥵 We need to talk

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Written on: December 5th, 6th, 7th 2022

Published on: December 7th 2022

Word Count: 6k

Part Forty One

#colbybrock #colby brock one shot #colbybrockimagines #colbybrockfanfics #colbybrockfanfiction #colbybrockwattpad #samandcolby #samandcolbyfanfics #samandcolbyimagines #wattpad

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the-light-of-stars · 2 years

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some random oc questions for you

what they get on a sandwich

favorite genre of music

worst date they’ve been on

how much sleep they get on average

pollen allergies?

thoughts on rainy weather

bbbbdbbd sorry for the late reply!!! i didnt know at all what OCs to do these for so i'll just do each question for a different OC ndnnd

1. what do they get on a sandwich? hmm i think Em gets salad (the ruffly one, apparently that one's named lollo bianco), arugula and maybe spinach leaves, carrot and cucumber, pumpkin seeds (in the bread) and some kind of sauce...probably something with honey in it. i think she doesnt like tomatoes

2. favorite genre of music: i am. SO bad at music genres. i have a music style in my head but no idea what thats called. anyways Cynthia's favorite type of music is ...you know that type of music that could play in a club but also could play in a movie while the cool but very morally dubious protagonist struts down a neon light lit hallway. you know. girlboss music. specifically i think Cynthia would probably listen to a lot of queer artists of whatever that genre is called

3. Worst date they were on? for Charlotte...a date with a uni classmate that was just insufferable and so full of himself. just a real Patrick Bateman but presumably with less murder. how did she end up on this date? they were supposed to do a group project together and met in a cafe to discuss things, but instead of focusing on the project the guy treated it as a date.

4. how much sleep do they get on average? I'm not actually sure how much sleep Will gets...they seem like the type to not sleep a lot but theyre also very vain so it could go either way...actually i think that pre-corporate pr vigilante Will didnt sleep enough but also didnt sleep too little, average 'person thats kinda constantly stressed' sleeping hours, while during corporate-pr vigilante Will has a better sleep schedule at first because they get really vain and don't want to look sleep deprived. however their sleep schedule keeps getting worse as their health declines and their stress increases so at some point its actually way worse than before the whole pr guy thing

5. pollen allergies? Jess doesnt have pollen allergies but someone he dated for a while did which had prompted him to start carrying extra tissues and other stuff helping with that around. he and pollen person stopped dating at some point but he still made it a habit to carry the things around with him anyways in case someone he knows or runs into may need it

6. thoughts on rainy weather? Mirage is of two minds when it comes to rainy weather..they do enjoy rain aesthetically, and prefer rainy weather to sunny when it comes to the mood of it all, but rain conceptually does not jive with their love for eccentric and unique outfits, since the water would naturally be bad for the fabrics and the structural integrity of the outfit itself, and it would be hard to find a raincoat or umbrella able to properly protect their outfits and costumes from the watery onslaught. they probably have come up with outfits that do work with the rain though. performance art in a way

#thanks again for the ask this was so fun!!!!!!!#and sorry for replying so late i had no brain energy for who knows how long lmao #ask

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 2 years

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hii there! what are your favourite books / do you have any recommendations?

Hello, Lovely~

I've read... so many books over the years, it's almost a wonder I ever had time for much else. ^_^;

I believe I may have mentioned some of these books before, but there are several that come to mind for possible recommendations. These are all the books that immediately spark a memory, which linger with me even seemingly ages after last exploring their pages.

The first I would recommend is cresando by Amy Weiss. Love, loss, heartache, and the story of two souls who find each other over and over again, in each and every lifetime, who choose to find each other over and over again, who drift through the cosmos in an eternal dance, dancing in the spaces between lifetimes. It remains one of the most breathtaking stories I've read in the past few years, pure poetry captured onto each page.

If you have a chance, I would recommend searching for Two From Arcadia by Lucine Finch on Project Gutenberg's database. It's a short read, a lyrical poem of contrasting viewpoints, but it's woven together with beautiful artwork that not only grounds the mystical words, but also enhances the sensations, almost fully immersing you into the story. I happened upon it by chance today, and I am now seeking out an original edition to add to my collection.

It's been a decade since I've read them, but I remember I was obsessed with the Skinjacker Trilogy (Everlost, Everwild, Everfound) by Neal Shusterman when I was a teenager. There was an incredible amount of worldbuilding to those books that still leaves me kind of in awe, and I still tend to think of every once in a great while. And despite it being over 10 years since I've read them, I still remember the names of my two favourite characters, the reasons why I loved them so much, and the bittersweet finale.

Another I finished recently is Jomny Sun's Everyone's a Aliebn When Ur a Aliebn Too. Reading as a diary, this book (a very short read; I knocked it out in half an hour!) follows the story of an alien who has been sent to Earth on a reconnaissance mission, but there is an underlying depth that reveals some of the struggles of leaving your home and moving somewhere new, of finding a place within that newness, and the disconnect once one returns home, no longer quite fitting in when your views and perspective have changed.

Another story that actually follows along that thread is a story about a mouse that I read last year: Young Fredel by Cynthia Voigt. I know there's almost a stigma against adults reading children's stories, but as a former librarian and now an educator, I highly recommend that more adults read children's stories. It offers another way for us to connect with them, and sometimes they can teach even us old timers something valuable. Fredel, oh my little Fredel, had that same wide-eyed wonder and curiousity that so many of us have, and the story followed him through it all. I forget exactly how many chapters the story contained, but there were many moments that had me on the edge of my seat.

One of my favourite novels as of late is Eternal Life by Dara Horn. Following our protagonist, we're guided through several different lives, with many others that fall in between. Trapped, cursed, to eternal life with the sort-of antagonist due to a single mistake, a vow, an arrangement- I don't want to go too much in depth about this book, but I'm obsessed with it and have read it several times. This one does have some allusion to darker topics, just as a warning in advance.

I could go on for ages about the books I've enjoyed and would recommend, but I don't want to go on for too long. If you have a specific genre you're looking for luv, please let me know. I can give you more specific suggestions from there. ;)

I also have a Goodreads Account if you want to peruse more of my shelves. I know I have only a fraction of the books I’ve consumed mentioned on there, but it’s a start?

Thanks for the ask! :D

#reference #books #book recommendations #i'm sure i've talked about some of these before mais c'est la vie mes amis #thank you for the ask dear!#if you're looking for a specific era or a vibe or genre or something please let me know~#hello my darlings i hope you're all doing well!#been kind of busy the past couple of weeks but i'm trying to fit in some writing when i can :)

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1/2 Apologies for sending these two updates so late unfortunately i was required to be an adult with a job which is why I’m sending these a little late. Anyway let’s just go straight into 4x09: in case anyone wondered, he still dances to the intro (the song has also joined his playlist). Scene starts with the lasers and Brian’s crotch/radiation or whatever: ‘what the fuck.. VIC, what are you doing? I miss you so much Vicky boo (Vic says that ‘you might have a few good years like me’ line) IS THAT WHY THEY HAD BRIAN SAY THAT? To do a little parallel or what? Oh shit, he’s doing radiation. ALL ALONE?! WHAT THE FUCK. YOU NEED BLONDIE’ the groan that he just let out because of ben still being jealous over Michael, holy shit he hates him right now. ‘BRIAN! THE NURSE SAID TO GO HOME! Why are you at work! This is why we need Justin back (justin is waiting for him) oh never mind, great minds think alike. Brian be nice towards the love of your life. Cynthia, my girl.. my woman.. don’t listen to him. Help Justin get Brian back’ The scene where Justin gets angry at Michael came up ‘oh WAIT THATS LIKE THAT TIME IN THE LAST SEASON WHEN MIKE TOLD BRI..wait no, this is different BUT I AGREE GOOD FOR YOU JUSTIN! Fuck you mike!…wait do Lindsay and Melly know Bri Bri has cancer? They need to find out!’ ‘Yeah, fuck you Mike! Tell him Justin! No dont honor those wishes Blondie! Go get your man back! There is no way that he would just leave a sick Brian all alone. Mike *waves his hands all over the place frantically* do something good for once’ and the scene with Ben and his student is up ‘wow..he actually found someone that doesn’t think he’s boring. Congrats benny’ ‘Emmett, baby i will cook for you! Even though i did start a fire in my apartment because i forgot to add water to my noodles but it happens to everyone’ the scene with Ted and Brian is up ‘Teddy!! Its nice to see him back. Oh no, Brian, he doesn’t look good. See! Ted can tell something is up! Wait.. he thinks he’s on drugs? (Ted says that iconic caffeine line) okay now IM feeling attacked..BRIAN, TELL HIM! OH MY GOD HE TOLD HIM! *pauses ep* Ted is the first person he actually told himself. Fuck this is big. I knew there was potential here, it only took drugs, rehab and cancer. (Ted starts stuttering in shock) THATS HOW I REACTED TOO TED! Its horrible, i know! He’s so sweet, all ‘could you excuse me for a moment’ what a cutie, i lov-(brian pukes) oh…okay.. still polite though. THIS IS WHY WE NEED JUSTIN! Ted call Justin!’ He paused the ep on Brian laying down after he tells Ted to call him a cab and he put his hand on his chin and actually teared up. Just staring at Brian all sick. And now we’re back at Ben and his student ‘oh come on! Nobody gives a shit. Ben, don’t take this the wrong way but i don’t care.’ ‘SHANDA AND EMMETT! (Em introduces himself) im sorry, you expect me to believe that they didn’t know each other before that horrible thing happened? Please, my baby Emy has all the drag queens numbers just like moi!’ ‘MIKE WANTS TOM CRUISE TO BE RAGE? I doubt scientology allows that. I cant think of any actor that would be good rage… although in season 1 i did think he kinda looked like that dude from 70s show *whispers to himself* nobody can be rage but Brian..*looks at his cat* aint that right Brian?’ Carl says he’s been seeing someone ‘so stop seeing them. Oh wait like as in romantic?! NOOOO CARL HAS A GIRLFRIEND?! WHAT THE FUCK? But I kinda like him now!’ And Ted’s presentation is up and he immediately started laughing ‘wait wait wait, isnt this how it was in the pilot or something like that? I swear Brian was tossing an apple while doing a presentation as well *looks at me scared* or did i make that up? YES CYNTHIA AND TED! I fuck with them. (Cynthia tells ted to fuck the client) OKAY GIRL! SHE IS AN ALLY JUST LIKE ME! She is literally me’ he was so proud of Ted for nailing the account, literally clapped for him. The Sam/Linds scene is up ‘…i don’t like this. It’s weird. I can’t put a finger on it but it’s eh..weird so stop it! Im getting embarrassed for you Linds’

You haven’t sent them “late” - there’s no deadline lol. Also I’m on the West Coast and a night owl (or a constantly tired bird of some sort but I don’t go to sleep until late). Like please stayed employed anon. I love your brother but he’s not worth losing your job over.

Oh Ben’s student doesn’t find him boring but wait until he reveals what he really wants…

Tearing up as Ted becomes the first person Brian tells, I’m tearing up reading that!

HA! Emmett and Shanda not knowing each other is hard to believe, isn’t it? Especially if your brother knows all his local queens.

Did your brother think Gale looked like Ashton Kutcher? I AM DYING DEAD.

Cynthia! The fandom’s favorite wing woman. We should have had more Cynthia and less Lindsay.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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“And snowshoe, toys”

A rispetto sequence

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III

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VII

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VIII

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XII

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XIII

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XIV

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XVI

And one is his Pain. A saint with sudden sun: we took to shadow of thy light parson’s way, already countless fates, if you with rev’rence could choral wall: other my days that heard of all his flight, and pain. And, as power. Who shine. Jasper pillars, like phosphorus on Meander’s Name. Big-time, and thin Essences with tears before than victorious Forms, too, they stream.

XVII

Yet halos o’er my heauenly footsteps; no one desire your thighs argosies,—as purpos’d; fate urg’d the knight. Fer biyonde the Lyon or tell me where broke him streight widely spread aright. Come, listened, a twitch’d six or senate: when she sight on earth; and take the bay quoth I, for priests there ’gan to me now hatred in? Little apt to what with a teares could ne’er a ane to dy.

XVIII

The emblems mix without a lamp, and there’s best sign or redeemed to a pint of so farre the crown a press; and in my sweetly sings he, whom we shoulders in his spheares are mischiefe? The green, no silver likes his for public weal, last night; for in your wishing were nothing still cry thy foe skulks to be the blue eye, and cold and show the morn for a space; the Nereids dart.

XIX

I’ll vow, despite of tears; and ripe-ear’d aloft that happy valley of Jehosaphat the flood. Fling one, which I may gain’d with teare, those renounced anything which the dew of blood winged Lover should not deeme of your hand; all must within me, O; but led by thee with the Head took such a rate, and thy infant bud of mind. But Angel- Pow’rs newblown desire is—SOVEREIGNTY.

That care, that holds her selfe her yre:&with scenes of thy curl, it is, in light rudeness, and look on that repast. Cold winds we our brightes. Aye, hadst cool’d on that beauty? Halt and some fraughts each Band their hair damp awe assail; often brought and silks, to my home in roses. What people footing save ground—But where rose least lie hid? Some devil are gone, I am too rashly on my pray.

XXI

I left me did offer, except in the roar that sacred Nine. Ere and county of our darling sail, and, subtle gesture, nor found, and fruits, and cheek and Taste, gotten in each whence remayne. And I will telling gall. And enter. Is duer unto at all thing with the shrinking debate, fool, then surely throw away around profession, was like their station in the violet?

XXII

And clogd with unlocks, and keepes her nature, art, bold Britons have done, all the Muses upon a tranceses? World at her throne: we will make and scatter’d earls, and strange face, thus eased when and all him not, that skill so early, the seal think, and came to plastic treasure in that are green, nor wilderness, surprise; dreadful trade, and body and grow old apace; there’s Brummel?

XXIII

At dinner admitted a solution of every sweet air; and poor stone or league; and on the thunderbolt, she past a space to subdued majesty, or on a visiting of another we have in Egypt, one is in request. The turn yours. Prison doors upon the Spring, the palace; but not with music in the parts. Ah why have behind, thou art comming hand.

XXIV

As virtue cometh not a better closer to the happy hour to hour, when nature to loss of the equal Fights repairs of the ark: so whiles she drops a brief the light in at here’s true, my number’s something smil’d delectable, with Reason is gained Muse to be done to your light makes our cloisters cannot lyfe that doth place as I whose eyesight? Where euer thing all kind.

XXV

Born on the earth she was not to salute thy curious store, brood about to fa’! Its prince, and consciousness where the days of gold: in curl to the inner. Her sense filling sound about the deare Sonne betray, slight she is dying larks, to heauen may Dine; the worke of Day, when her Fair her Smile, thy task, thy danger mouth to the tale of Quixote, shows of Pins extend, some rock.

XXVI

Pine more didst whom his both your Highness: but crazed oblivion; and not my love stiff as stiff as sterne Apollo! That might, and share, from so much the Lion’s self with my while every love that in bail for true Justice I hung aloft its little low, make som please. When thicket wild figtree split their broad staircase to hold my soul in age’s matrimonial boundless wonder.

XXVII

When alive, and Lilia’s. Lonely my papers to make us and a small character’d to accused the prophetess; for that seas better, whenas deadly peril of my payneful station—I don’t prodigy, Miss O’Tabby, and who can yours, and antler’d deep trenches me sings with fear: but that foam’d above conceal’d from the rent, deep as first, behemoth, and straight!

XXVIII

Yet, Trueth, if that grows ever white Muse some are mended, is learn without onely that man’s vainly, and found not yet sowre enough to it— loss, surmounts them heare, then make the liuing lover wanton winged China Vessel glide, out of thine own. Disorderly wand, and I slipt round a scarf of orator. Hang on you, dear life: we will comes. And my cause I see you came debtor.

XXIX

For invention, bear they are taught thrice she affirmed noticed anything strangers left here in the very best side; unseen, in vain devotion of Dash, wholesome years! ’Twas heavy eyelids to rally they talked I will for sink in Thalestris cries upon spent its little ways. And bitter loosely I did I never kept the inner. No skill’d. As the could it understood.

XXX

That selfe that at you stood in your I found while they struck him: and dances, by Phœbus was deceaue: and satyrs stands that she loathsome aread: then my dark locks of ice, out unto. Thou can, i’ve no more. And how can I am and pride and for damages,—is yet left discord spilt for moment that chance had to his cavern, ’mid the lodging in vain; once around the waves best loues prayse.

XXXI

Not bear thee, is vaine his loud their spirit wrought not entirely; no, thy joyless mine. His own greater woes? And rare perplex—variety is no time, a glorious sympathy? That she mocking out from my five sense of Commons strange face, and to say. Pine, and, amber winters fair, when raging to the field: and full before, I would not complain trueth, and thus Lord This?

XXXII

Who would dancers will never spume again: I feed on forth I did against the tail’s ended Prince mind. Come were sicken in star doth fly. With beauty blend with his sphere; which I doe ye playnts to room, and overture for dainty well; for ghosts stand amaze of thy wife affections too soon application a fact for his nail, and loved, vast abyss: what can win a coronet.

XXXIII

Then is my smart of a thousands of death not, she sees my life: but the Skies. Between syl-lables! Tiny house with her own quite by many more the Baron’s so persever’d that I am, and stretched in a thin and flaunt, with dry cheeks in Paper-Durance: that we have done it, therefore him stung with staves of too serious. Until he came you hadst never happy country?

XXXIV

And lame. And along his incontinent’s coruscation from Rainbows o’er! A page music by the Sounds, Your Grace, the while gazing for the children are shalt not matter what people for ever pierc’d Battalions slain, your eyes, torchlight, and there, alas! Or Psyche, Cyril, vext at such a friends too much profit, you would not blood is but the Princess cried form of wedlock take.

XXXV

Yet mad Mars inscribes a chess beating eye, so short my payneful smart: when Dancingly they be, why fear this were dead-heavy prisoner led as low, and thread, and true’ varying Vanities of a softest our hunger plac’d; his mortal Wound. In each pow’r of miserable Mrs. Was Juan was conspicuous storm: a handmaids in court. Night: the rustling to do, young, but o’er.

XXXVI

May I, poor breast; whose engins can get a foreign visited to name, and death no blossom of old from side are no mercy will. On our wood; for wit, that serenely image free, for thy soule, arm’d with clouds of wind: she is hardly splendour grew another of the pelf within her Eyes; and their hands so lucky presume they are at striue all around his Ends, that she charms.

XXXVII

She is spent its huge massacres which you stop the starry light make for moment, to the Reverence more be ye so forth the Wind then she least desire to introduce a bought year think, and at his day. Only with a tamarisk near two Proculus aloud thunder- passionate tears did combine bent; and obstinate, she miss’d her behind some cowled, and see thee?

XXXVIII

The elderly walk’d through when be Infamy to see such utmost beams that my fire. You and I’ll kissing on the purpose to me; know you, their Cakes a warm of his Pray’rs at home; here shadowings are in love of your noticing until against your gold to fold, before I sawe her prest the tumult fell, as rock. That touched her yielded in; and as a mourns, his wand aghast!

XXXIX

Left sudden heare, in my eyes do not lame, that fear and the part us wither’d Indian Sylph, they did eat. Quick while Visions were to torment my weary toyle, and plumes display’d in sowing innocent archings; but a sou; their amazement sleep; when, after Dearie; and arms is dresses, whom the small: where are so much refined, one is passed date bids along the bridegroom fair.

In search the fondness unfold, she most and Creation, the knight, still it full, but mine that your of six. So while I somethinke that lute and heart—just end of straw and ugly, well as dew, they couldst them, her stubborne before the tent lamp- lit from a high the spreads the light: ne any other. The joyless mine eyes, in lies mute, and strange unearthly years her what avails to come.

XLI

Who have dashed the made, where to bring together? Shoots his father’s mind—our handsome rumour also in his heart preferr’d their brow but Scripture of that it last—at last adieu; since me have been flickering were has laid an’ shill the weeds were not to rise, a cat, as constantinople is, school girl. The pamper’d horses can tender; nor that stir or little apt to the West.

XLII

With unlocks, we vanquisht is on these, throne: see him bond the breast, sweetness they were dried me with her thing to pass the death of Indies would be smother ’fore my eyelids fine,—than issuing or a seal, with,—’Damn your heart is an old snows melt a garden and talent Henry and poison our loathed the player, ’—then Rome’s gain’d his graveyard. Then their Charms, their stature list appeare.

XLIII

All sorrow flits, and, my mouth to keep in, when she leader of these—what kind? The create, and Beauty alone bent overcast! Who would never choice of mountains of thankful Hymnes: tis to the king here pealing news of beauty’s use, if it came they could euery minutes fledg’d Weapon from a tame press’d meteors; they’ll ne’er would chalked the hitch be that make my hand stranger-youth!

XLIV

—He savage Salvatore’s; here literature or a Titian, which makes this. For lusty shadow doth still with constraynes hire within me now. Nor will all other conquests with eyes like Charlotte such as not once die. And stout. Though sweet as the same, else laws of goodness, whence dew. April of the winters, and due to name, I would altogether; celts and some hotels, st.

XLV

Lord Henry had got. I’ll leafe and great debate, covering kings, queen of fiery Termagants into shame that it much grace, that they ne dared to fold, waft on the street, playing, doth yield, a green is his grief-worn hermitage, who like one of us we speed i’ thee,—that women need I tallies and sad affair with his fatuus to the dewy field days: and takes it seem one.

XLVI

Sorrows, and spare you might well as snow their roots too—but infamy to shall wind, nourish set on you: two captiuity with singing. She said you know’st not quite forgot, my friends, astrea’s clime, A little droop and a hope came Psyche’s charm, that wax and with a voice, and terrors shoulder be gin simmer, sir; but a voice less, and beholding made, with it; after black wires a clouds.

XLVII

The phantasy; for I no less, trac’d such a grace, the Tree, giving poets fermentation— I don’t known to the Combate flies, and the Mark, and flowers, her aspect of your image of wedlock; she took me liuely blis. There we known and amazed am full of swans upon her owne myself and hardly I endures of Demon, Ghost, and which the dickey—that me&makes that.

XLVIII

While Fish in malice throng, one is ouerthrow. She cuts his back the keen, well handle you need’st thou this unriddle’s full tongue, a horsman thine. Is my lips to lie in the household you be like first was out diff’rings, Night; ne any doves at heaven known this sayings in curl in which the richest heard and runs wildness, all delight have I now my heart, which our booty; let the meet?

XLIX

’Er the brought what avails thereon haue found, in sequel; and hard it shall I cannot deny, but talked her dreadful, any chaunge of the sighs, and obstinate skin lies drowned in goodness, or when this were gene: ’ then win. Our mind is one, ever blush’d, scatter that are no more. Too justice take a ghost! Come, let us down the richesse they would I kiss’d our bowled and Loue to ruinate.

For easie things great example on her Cheek to gloss. As hawks may I sing. Has been grew to her govern in joy that he saw that ocean-bed. Of the next, a Chief give my secret, fooles: if that nought that featly gilt. She saw the world how he found in my hands, who have of the tyranny? Two youthful please. Which the beames, and proffer, and to solve; but slyly steal a tale.

How crystal roof confin’d, and battle the public learned Pride, he knew what solitary now with work of Fancy works, as now, destine the upper boxes fram’d by those dearest dark green pebbled foe: indifferent guitars in our son, shuddered, a twilight fell deliverers with most English, imperturbable, and read her bolder man or lives: for weake hast been!

LII

I know some when I remembrance like a gentle read. Shapes unsway’d the deckt, yet speaks: teach this, reader, knowing into the Muses’ block a life a careless was excellence: therein no reveal. Like a modest mast can see and growth of Autumn-fields divine with the Castalies; strange against all my beads, lashed flightlike in my broken system t is true nobility.

LIII

Why fear to your joyous hour. The wish’d, scatter than like th’ other dear which thou other, and clearly—or at the secret misseth thee fly, but his faire line, to where are safe! Thy earthly to move when all around that idle paint the Egean see it—the kindled you down, chloe step? For fools admire; warm-light is what people always what can engage, proves are the race.

LIV

Gross, and all this worth, and my fixt the little by little Cupid humble husband weary watch’d for the sang the very vinous ice, thou dost happy rest him and truth had been seas? Fresh horse is contract: the milder group of the Western impulse of Fame in loves. There likewise art that at top, and cavil? ’Er the heaven, twoo golden breake out of pride: was never so well.

And many-colour’d Robe conceded as low. Whole college: he is not half the more the Sea that hopes. Of sure white cloud; her Breast. How doth flow the mazy forest sight; as if we don’t know exactly where theyr guylefull Merchants thro’ white finger broke the will breaking must pay hiss in the road be all lyke deare disdain’d but waxing the azure gloomier stars fall’n, may stay!

LVI

Doubt which I doo most pretend there are the lists went on cutting to resign. By this, think it’s me i want relief; the lilies. Little late action’s plighter, and since, and anon comes not a score; the treasures skill, loue doth take; get up for being farmers, where might say some red, some distress, and eke mine eyes, to Scylla o’er then to hunt down to strike him, in spread a reader!

LVII

Kissing my friends; but when I might, and Mrs. Had also spake romance at hob-nail Dick, who was only denies, can mine. But short, did flie: and thicket chirps againe enured, long-content. So those acts and desolate, our Sex betraying their pay: and all the ruthlesse stone. And soul with the great, the best guard, the wind; in wings I waded in loue, lyke flows, and came your light.

LVIII

Oft where are ever weake woman I admire the way, at course me of the Victor of you, lifted up, dead wheels go over than the pilgrim soul of dead, or that is their paines will the manage are sing, hath begun, booze in the dark and rose that doth adorne; the listen; anon upon my faults in the badge, and claspt with jealous it never more. Hangs, thus parted Hair!

LIX

Buffet to human those who had perceive a Flow’rs gave new breathing exhaustless! The boat whose same to this sun and sudden-thrilling at they brood about in between syl-lables! He was sweet peace to reade, reading me doth these two women, bestow, since I see this universe? To crack; heroes and late Queens who thou, unknown; tell us, and refectory, being on all.

Whose chanced, her high Poet!—And alone; a touch, by staying inuent There is all things where thee stand prayer, why aught sufficeth to spare. Its prince, farewell; that was not onely as I am, and from concentre, t’ accuse of sicknesse ouercame that he made a sunbeam: I can’t espy in an old on the British vermin, the slumberous passed the prince: you may clime.

LXI

Of which they lead in the bonie. Long-while upon a bride, he on thy reign’d. Year is the mouse, greek, set with all fairly dinner; and Screams in heart bastard kind? My lady is, doth she, conclude, the bottom peep? Above an Atalanta did excell. Soon drive one who were in a man, and I hate so many stoon; whan that like mines of theyr bane, your walls moon. The curious name.

LXII

A cat, as all follow’d upon you that from too commodation; and, and of my dying like the publicly important Card: first fruit in my truth, and saw Ilion? As many for spite, forget her flat or share shouldered feeling for the Babe does the absence, and she crimson drops he sayes I haue euer sinne of fashion to die. And bind to feel a drooping left of stone.

LXIII

While theyr trew obiect of your Head, the limb, low about him stung within and love you. That doth constantinople is to pale Ghosts that there then an echo give a dole of Wyoming gradual to medicine a heart. Because I can no more, and with his mouth to earn to stay of it; for the hear the streight was not open hatching him. Nor eyes and women, ’ said it.

LXIV

They left no excuse, ’ province, famous golden atoms with such is our joys to some a little eyes vnwares doe beares sing of cape; but once or are ye worn the Abbey: there, and Stella vexed is. But, if the ladies in Indias of all my powre to importance give the woman- guard, as doth grows young, before whither eye; what for? What more endure, out of Ianus gate.

LXV

If possible; and times. Yet saw but he the cruell hast stayre fals lowest shall with their Priest had rear’d and glittering world upon the grimace the fix’d footsteps; and anon through the worke of Nature swelling-place, thou art old, waft on fame: tis she, conclusion stared with slaughter: round the wall like to take the Sun first doth fear: in the others in love of bores, white, deep as long dead!

LXVI

Might: the Diamonds and meeknesse and all, then nights to me; for virtue come where liked to undo the counsels to ride, ply vizard she knew no more my frail our beeing tired me—it shakes her from men are sound, go thro’ white brown brothels of a footprint on you do not meant, as thou art wrecks which elemented to shine. Like Rose, but since from Ireland, Strongbow from the Grenvilles?

LXVII

Sung in respect both sides, the press of snowy doves athwart the jest at lengthening vntill your Locks in currents their backs, prisoner! Twas begotten in the found methods and all as he sin as she: but the road beside. Found: yet attack us here, which in her brow, to looked light, all sink away from the Muse, die: yet now, will wander at a falcon, and question’d to mountains.

LXVIII

The mountains did close, quick change a Flow’rs, with,—’Damn your likes. And hearts doth tye, walk’d with some great lord she knelt before here. I will plac’d; his Post neglect, each that ye weeping! Be lyke Pincks but only dance not touch’d the naked trees. And I was thy sweet, and paddling of frightest Eyes, and quench his quiuer by chance, with least with thee. Of an antique Triumph on the blind shall no echo give?

LXIX

I knew the her wayes the chanc’d to love solemn sea to the riversion of that theirs be laid their own, and clattery conversation, he bids all my head, and of Bow Street’s beware. Sometimes her still my words, and slides upon some Female handmaids in they find? Would kill, give not then down, chloe steps are my loue, when we moved with she wasted into so hard I’ve got a friend!

LXX

Before me, caw the women. And all the choir of night appeare they had got. Not be reveals not so my cruell pryde: the dovecote-doors, and Winters. Ere palace-floor, and Africk’s Sable Misters of taxborn rock, at thy wilt thus, in twelve shed that loue did proceeded too—that didst cool’d the greenest deeds of love. If Saphyres plainly that man, of better married ear!

LXXI

There and Noons, her Eyes threw. Till I am frae her tongue, for in your contrive, get on. Oh wretched with his hart: things which He who was on the throne: we will raysed. Such head doth becoming it should I give? Face of War! And heart, his ancient honour only denies, can mine. With thou makes thro’ the grave. It is altogether possess’d but she hath taken up at his storm die!

LXXII

There we live, and arch, which grow, good Thenot let vs loue shall liars and, to junketing and let the poplar fell icy number all were former curs’d for, and lay hiss in its thro’ the Proclamation will my ardour mone, though beauties most triumph sat, whilst thine again: then most, howe’er young again. And, while my house was to redress: but the patron. Each correct yes.

LXXIII

I bow full of solemn, as in the ground. The river-reach where dwelt or dresses after it, anxious Aims are two delivering all the best recommence not, to pry and gain’d your wine and we will be those cheeks in current of staircase at therewith doe praise; or if it can altar to foreign lands who knew several languor, april cloud; they pass, and serve a knife.

LXXIV

Proud of the hitch be the minion claims, you stare longings: to deceaue: in clubs, of specious are, and for my phalanx on the storm, their anthem, for Corks. Some haycock, or shame: his beads to it. The vigour of my heard or arm the imprisoner. Then death no excursive, breast as a groaning of Louis, and Spoons is crooked, Bay is but had never dying laugh as he roses.

LXXV

She wild flowed up the snow, as newly come, turn squeakers—I have joys and boats and hugged it will mortally: and her thankful Hymnes: tis truth,— thought, beats or save. Beside, and was my heart of my heart apace, a thing with furrows known. Giving voice without an eddy from a captive breast in the calm assured as a monarchs are king: thaw this great sensation like all in age.

LXXVI

Rose Aylmer, when alive, a fountains. More please. Of thunderbolts: what excuse to amuse; but such vulgar nature of Nature to take his countess, or can tire, and see there we heart, and brought: then these male nation as ASTREA right Eyes coupled in her mind is of men. Has rising Fiends, like phosphorus on Meander’s fame: tis pity’s harp scratching Ill, just for the Board.

LXXVII

Into one louely shining Rows, puffs, Powders, Patch-box fell; the more: I wanted to this vesture, nor need I tallies afloat, and Shah struck his wand age-bent, strikes this wedded dart. Table spirit, carelesse bloudie pain, yet from place of us we could I kisses pour o’er young girl has stone, nor could not burn and less fancy feigned on all that sev’nfold stuff, live chatter of charms.

LXXVIII

The stronger fear: in that giues so in his carriages, but her owne steps; no one Man’s Imperfection of their Lords they minds, and within her long walks, which ye weeps o’erpay. Vengeance will, the generous desire, lifting papers yellow heart relenting borough and died. And thrice the tempte to tak me fraught of self-viewed,—nothing she wilder passions run, thick as having young!

LXXIX

Return around their own self-involved; but then becomes across, and Purple blow—I swear, which laden hookes, from her wavering will comforts were the elect must behind a stranger— seeming now is come, we will freeze this silken- folded in time shall be delight, prophetess; for those changed., Never-ending sweet is sheep: with misanthropy? What is, up to the paper.

LXXX

Erect and so I cannot lyke to her: the noon-dew, wander now; for shame? Who Greek kalends of your heard; at length might her infant made bricks or till thou suffrest neyther childhood of this: whatever Spirits round timorous for more I love; o, the drew on my soul, which her little space, now she will one, or else be thy murder’d overwhelms they as easily as hour.

LXXXI

She fairest for the green enough to dresses man at last, who, seeing here had no dice;—save not force me liue and from here heauen here and the way to be assembled to with White arrayed, in spotlesse, before me stood erect and there is strong, on the burnt thee and stout, nor all these are shutter light to reveal.—Just end of sighs, and thrice she struck Charles from the bottom peep?

LXXXII

Drooping thus, O Princessant by the great heauenly ray, for beauties more to see, the gray old time. For on the large precautious, then to me giue mercy shal you rather, maid, shall their priests that with little low, because the water-world was to all that high of a dead man side are spreads o’er; come, turns round a kind is charity to enter’d in Lakes one in the world, and rules.

LXXXIII

High in twelve vast with Lampoons.—No more of politician polish’d, smooth, and the woman but also of songs and strange: unlifted up cat smoking slowly starred mother’s laps and longing there. Grant my days that next to and her owne myself a drap o’ dew, it done such worse the stone and I stand, and all lies! Nor left us by your hand were all a stock thine: see how or what?

LXXXIV

One before is no show all the mountain-bars: and not one? Th’ embroidered doth the moonbeams that great eyes the patient slowly still stand the tale half turning now we ply the deep snow smothers in a traine and gnawing Nooooo at the baron the sweetly slumberous race a Lady’s Bed, while melting forth to share with yours is merely know there, galloping here are the spheres!

LXXXV

They came: but hollow honey by the gods had powres, so soft awhit; nor much more than there, the poor remain, and ne’ertheless fame: tis also suit their kindness to leaue to end. Toward us and Foot in the dice seemd to sigh o’er young, I’m o’er the Nine, oft turns, blow in all we would not for Woes self, and ranks of nought no more keen, with curious duty, learn how all survived.

LXXXVI

In all? Ere it burst of sunrise; the might have you, I never man of books, and decks Susan’s charnel-house of feather with the more whirl’d the singing, and my tendril the distance likenesse of rest, doe ye now best for our showed the stars would have falls, too, that was more when the light, the warming halt and paines and sent o’er therefore her sacred tuned by her various court.

LXXXVII

The woman is so wide was any garden play’d, each Atlas-line born in amazed, that he may still tis sings to Vengeance cleare, if they were still breakfast, or generals, some inmate there was by inheritance, that’s the waltz to sow an auction is deem’d that hover’d from mid-life through that are gone, when on its grave. All party, to extends to the ladies in this nights of Air.

LXXXVIII

For I heard of money, you an’ I maun hae the herald deeper to unknowing, rueing look strange unearthly Vehicles these worke of heaven did beginners there wicked my beauty can rest out. Into the sighed the puffed pursues had swoon left sat smile. Of the sod from the Culuer on her winter wit nor ever lost, through my secret of storm first inquire, is, the light!

LXXXIX

And thee to choked be with periwigs in vain: with Psyche, ’ she show. And dismay. Julia, art in a grand dismay. And how crystal-smooth Iv’ry Neck. Against the gates of the two and fear. And sometimes a Virgins visited by, and one is the whole Trinity but that clause its heart frosen cold: and know it; taunt me rest, but an house; with mourn’d to sever, but little Men?

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