#bluey's strings covers

[abluehappyface]

Time for the 8th part to the Yukari Takeover! It's Strings Cover time once again! Despite this being brand new, this actually sounds like it could be from an older era of mine, around Post-Meiling maybe? It's not neary as complicated as some of my Strings Covers now, which isn't a bad thing. I knew I wanted to do Strings for Necrofantasia, and I'm happt with the result!

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[huggybearluvr]

Request for Nico Hischier!!

Y/n and Nico have a son who is older than their daughter and when their daughter has a little crush on one of Nico's teammates sons who just happens to be friends with Nico's son (don't know if that makes sense or not)

Rosie Cheeks | nh13

Masterlist

Summary: Your Life long best friend ask you to watch her son, Luca, who just so happens to be your son, Ronan's, Best friend for a week over the summer. You and your husband Nico agree however, you daughter, Lila, has the biggest crush on Luca.

Warnings: None

As you woke up beside your husband you could hear the approaching footsteps from down the hall. You bedroom door was slowly pushed open as you rolled away from your husband to see which child was there.

You smiled seeing your daughter, you waved her over gently lifting her onto the bed as she crawled in between you and NIco.

"Good morning lovey," You smiled kissing your daughters head as she began to poke at Nicos back.

"Daddy, wake up!" She said continuing her attack on his back.

He rolled over smiling, as his hands found her sides tickling her, smiling even harder at her giggles.

"Daddy, Luca is coming today!" She squelled in excitement.

"Someones excited," Nico laughed.

"More like someone has a crush," You smiled, getting up out of bed looking over to Nico who starred at you with furrowed eye brows.

He looked down at your daughter as her cheeks glazed a light pink, at the mention of her having a crush on the boy.

"Someones cheeks are all pink," You laughed heading into your bathroom.

You checked your phone seeing that your friend would be dropping off Luca in about fifteen minutes.

"Neeks!" You called out from the bathroom. He scooped up Lila and headed to the bathroom.

"Yes?" He asked.

"They're gonna be here in fifteen, I'll take Ms. Rosie cheeks and you can go get Ronan ready for the beach?"

"Absolutely," He smiled places Lila down and kissing your head before heading to your sons room.

You picked up Lila taking her to her room to pick out a swim suit and outfit for the day.

"Alright lovey, do you wanna wear your pink suit or yellow?" You asked holding up both the options.

"Yellow!" She said excitedly taking it from your hand.

You helped her get dressed, before heading back to your bedroom to find Nico and Ronan sat on the bed watching Bluey.

You lifted Lila, onto the bed and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As you were cutting fruit you heard the front door open. You best friend had arrived with Luca.

You smiled heading to the living room to greet them.

Your friend was quick to pull you into her arms singing out a string of thank you's.

"Of course, were happy to watch him!" You responded taking his bags from her husband.

Luca said his goodbyes to his parents and made himself comfy on the couch as Nico brought the kids out for breakfast.

You settled his things into Ronan rooms and joined them all for breakfast.

After everyone was done you got yourself ready and headed to the car.

"You look pretty," Luca spoke looking over to Lila sat in her car seat.

Her cheeks glazing a shade of pink once again.

You looked over smiling at Nico to find him staring down Luca through the rear view mirror. You were quick to slap his arm.

As you arrived at the beach the kids were quick to run ahead of you.

As you found a spot you set up the umbrella and towels helping the kids to remove their cover ups.

"Can we go to the water?" Your son asked tugging on your hand.

"Of course!" You smiled taking his and Luca's hand. Nico picked Lila up following you to the water. The boys were quick to let go and play at the water's edge.

Lila on the other hand would not let her dad put her down, "Daddy no." She squealed as he want to put her down, "Scary," She whispered in his ear hiding her face in his neck.

You stepped over rubbing her back," baby, there's no reason to be scared."

Luca walked over to where you were standing taking hold of Lila's hand," Lila, I promise you'll be okay, I'll be here the whole time," He smiled.

She slowly pulled her head up nodding at Nico to put her down. She took slow steps following Luca laughing as the water hit her feet.

"See not too bad," Luca smiled.

You took Nicos hand sitting in the sand watching the kids as they played on the edge. Noticing the never ending rosie cheeks littering your daughters face.

[brainjvice]

I need KaiSae to lie in bed and watch kids' shows together.

Kaiser rests his head against Sae's shoulder and an arm around his torso. Sae is holding his tablet upright, slightly tilting it towards Kaiser so he can watch more comfortably from his position.

Bluey is still playing when Kaiser's breath gets heavier, and Sae turns his head enough to look at his face and gives into the impulse of leaving a peck on his forehead. Kaiser scrunches up his nose and nuzzles his face against Sae's shoulder, but he doesn't wake up.

He almost looks cute like this, Sae thinks while turning his tablet off and setting it aside.

Kaiser has always been a bit of an insomniac, so it's rare for Sae to see him fall asleep before him for once. He lowkey feels like one of those cat owners forced to stay still on the sofa just to let their kitty nap on them.

((Sae doesn't take much time to fall asleep. He just reads the string of texts Ryusei has left him in their chat and reacts to some of them. He then snuggles under the covers and lets Kaiser wrap himself around his body like some sort of warm backpack.))

((Sae's eyelids feel heavy and it's just minutes before his snores start to keep company to Kaiser's.))

((Now it's two cats snuggling against each other.))

[multiversemaker169]

Inside out Halloween party

(It's Halloween night in Headquarters, and the emotions are having a Halloween party).

Fritz: I must say, Joy. You really outdid yourself this year.

Joy: Why, thank you, Fritz.

Fritz: No problem, Joy.

(Everyone was having a good time, playing Halloween games like candy corn toss, pumpkin tic-tac-toe, donuts on a string, wrap the mummy, and pin the tail on the black cat).

Patience: Where's Envy? She's missing out on all the fun.

Anger: She's still getting her costume ready.

Patience: Well, I hope she'll be ready soon. It would be a shame if she missed the entire party.

Anger: Well, I can't wait to see what her costume is.

Patience: What do you think it will be?

Anger: Well, knowing Envy, it'll probably be something cute, like a princess or a rabbit, or maybe even a popular cartoon character like Bluey.

(Envy slowly opens the door, where we see red eyes glowing in the darkness. It is revealed that Envy is dressed as a vampire).

Envy: Your blood shall be mine...

Anger: "Laughs." Even when you dress as something scary, you're cute.

Envy: This isn't a costume, I'm an actual vampire!

Anger: "Heh." Nice try, Envy.

Anxiety: Anger, I don't think she's joking.

Anger: Oh, come on, guys. (Walks up to Envy) Vampires aren't real. Isn't that right, Envy?

Envy in thought: "Yes, get closer, I'm hungry..."

(Anger gets right next to Envy to pat her on her head. Which Envy saw as the perfect time to strike. She bites Anger on his "neck" and sucks his blood).

Anxiety: Oh my God!

Fear: Everyone, run!!!

(Everyone splits up, and a bat flies into the scene. The bat goes into his real form, as he's actually a vampire).

Nicholas: Good job, my little vampling.

Envy: Ohh, his blood was spicy!

Nicholas: I can imagine with his firepower. Now, let's give him some proper vampire attire.

(It cuts to Fear, Lance, and Disgust running into the attic).

Fear: That was terrifying!

Disgust: You're telling us!

Lance: How did this even happen?

(Fear sees that there were in the attic and realized that this was probably his doing).

Fear: I think this was my fault.

Disgust: And what makes you think that?

Fear: Remember when I decided to clean the attic?

Disgust: Yeah, why?

Fear: Do you remember that there was a bat and that it bit Envy on the hand?

Disgust: Are you suggesting that the bat was a vampire?

Fear: Yes, and so it's my fault this is happening because I disturbed the vampire and led them to you guys.

Lance: But, Fear, there was no way for you to have known that the bat was a vampire.

Fear: But now we're all probably gonna be turned into vampires.

Disgust: Not necessarily.

Fear: What do you mean?

Disgust: I've watched enough vampire movies with Ennui and Sadness to know that if we kill the original vampire, then all the people they've bitten will turn back to normal.

Lance: Okay, but how do we do that?

Disgust: It's simple. We corner the original vampire, and you stab them in the heart with your sword.

Lance: Oh, that's pretty violent, but it's better than all of us becoming vampires.

Disgust: Alright, now let's go find the others.

(They leave the attic, with Lance leading the way holding his sword in hand, while Fear and Disgust stay behind him. It cuts to Anxiety, alone in the library).

Anxiety: This has to be a nightmare. Come on, Anxiety, wake up, wake up, wake up!

Nicholas: You can try to wake up all you want, but this is all reality.

(Anxiety tries to call for help, but Nicholas grabs Anxiety and covers her mouth before she could).

Nicholas: It's no use, no one cam save you now.

(Nicholas bites Anxiety and drinks her blood. She faints, and it cuts to Patience hiding in her room alone).

Patience: I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I lost Anger...

Anger: But, Patience. You haven't lost me...

(Patience feels a chill in her spine from suddenly hearing Anger's voice).

Patience: Anger, is that you?

(Patience turns around to see Anger standing in the other side of the room as a vampire).

Anger: It sure is, my dear...

Patience: Oh God!

(Patience backs up as Anger walks forward).

Patience:(scared) What do you want from me?

(Anger pins Patience against the wall).

Anger: I want your love...

(Anger seems to be preparing to kiss Patience. Patience prepares to kiss Anger, which was her big mistake. He was waiting for Patience to close her eyes, and when she did, he bit her neck).

Patience: Oh, my God...

(Anger starts drinking her blood, and Patience holds onto Anger).

Patience: Oh, Anger...

(Anger stops drinking Patience's blood and kisses her. Patience tastes her own blood, she eventually passes out).

Anger: Sleep well, my dear...

(Anger picks up Patience and takes her to be changed into vampiric clothing. It cuts to Rainbow Unicorn and Bloofy hiding in the basement).

Rainbow Unicorn: This is the worst Halloween ever!

Bloofy: "Shh." (Whsipering) Be quiet. They might hear us.

Rainbow Unicorn:(Whispering) Oh, sorry.

(Bloofy and Rainbow Unicorn tried looking for something to defend themselves with when they hear the door open).

Anxiety: Hello, friends...

(Bloofy and Rainbow Unicorn turn around to see Anxiety as a vampire and Nicholas on top of the stairs. They lunge at the two and bit them. It cuts to Joy, Sadness, and Ennui in the kitchen, hearing Bloofy and Rainbow Unicorn screaming off screen).

Joy: Oh boy, it sounds like Bloofy and Rainbow Unicorn have been bit.

Sadness: I hope everyone else is OK.

Ennui: Me too, now let's go look for some garlic to protect ourselves.

Joy and Sadness: Alright.

(The three look for garlic, but couldn't find any garlic anywhere).

Nicholas: Looks like you've run out of garlic.

(Joy, Sadness, and Ennui turn around to see Nicholas wearing a gas mask and holding all in a trashcan. He then throws the garlic, out the window, and into the memory dump).

Joy: No...

Nicholas: Alright, my vamplings, they're all yours...

(Envy, Anger, and Patience emerge from the shadows and bite Joy, Sadness, and Ennui. It cuts to Tyler and Bobby entering the basement).

Tyler: Bloofy, Rainbow Unicorn, are you still down here?

Bobby: We heard you screaming, are you okay?

Rainbow Unicorn: Oh, we're better than okay...

(Rainbow Unicorn and Bloofy turn around, revealing that they've become vampires).

Bloofy: We're great, and soon you'll be too...

(Rainbow Unicorn pounces on Bobby and bites him before he could run away).

Tyler: Bobby, no!

(Tyler runs up the stairs and tries to open the door, but he couldn't.)

Tyler: Why won't the door open!?

(It shows Nicholas holding on to the knob to keep the door close. It cuts back to Tyler, trying to open the door when Bloofy grabs Tyler and drags him into the darkness. Tyler screams, and it cuts to Fritz and Paula hiding in Joy's room).

Paula: Sounds like Tyler's been turned.

Fritz: Dammit, we're dropping like flies!

Paula: What do we do?

Fritz: I don't know, but I think we're safe in here.

Joy: My, how nice of you to bring us breakfast in bed.

(Fritz and Paula see Joy as a vampire, standing next to the left side of the bed).

Fritz: Oh, God!

Paula: Let's get out of here!

(Fritz and Paula try to get off the bed, but Ennui shows up next to the right side of the bed).

Ennui: You're not going anywhere. Our proie petite(little prey).

(Joy grabs Fritz while Ennui grabs Paula).

Paula: Uh, you don't want to drink our blood. It tastes like garlic.

Ennui: Nonsense, I bet your blood tastes très bien.

Joy: Let's find out.

(Fritz and Paula try to fight back, but they were overpowered and were bit. They passed out once Joy and Ennui were done drinking their blood).

Ennui: Not bad, how was yours?

Joy: Wow, blood is so delicious!

(Ennui blushes and smiles at the sight of Joy).

Ennui: You're so beautiful when you're covered in blood...

Joy: Really, thanks, Qui qui.

Ennui: You're welcome, my Étoile Petite.

(It cuts to Embarrassment hiding in the pantry).

Embarrassment in thought: "Is it safe to come out!? Has anyone else been turned!? Am I the only one left!?"

(Embarrassment hears footsteps coming his way).

Embarrassment in thought: " Oh, God! Someone's coming! I gotta be prepared if it's a vampire!"

(Embarrassment takes some garlic powder and is ready to throw it at any vampires that open that door. The door completely opened, and it was only Fear, Lance, and Disgust).

Embarrassment:"Breathe of relief." Oh, thank God, it's only you guys!

Disgust: What's the garlic powder for?

Embarrassment:(embarrassed) Oh, that was for self-defense in case you guys were vampires.

Disgust: Okay...

Lance: You want to go find the others with us?

Embarrassment: Sure...

Lance: Alright, let's go.

(The four try to get back to the console room where the party was being held, when they came across a cross path).

Disgust: Okay, so now what?

Fear: We're gonna have to split up. Embarrassment and I will go left, while you and Lance go right).

Disgust: Okay.

Lance: Alright.

(They split up, and we follow Fear and Embarrassment through the left hallway).

Fear: You still have that garlic powder, right?

Embarrassment: Yep.

Fear: Good, we'll need it to defend ourselves against the vampires.

(The two continue down the hallway when they encounter Sadness and Anxiety).

Anxiety:(flirting tone) Oh, Fear...

Sadness: Embarrassment...

Embarrassment: Sadness!?

Fear: Anxiety?...

Anxiety: Oh, Fear. I want us to be together forever, and we can if you...

(Anxiety pulls down Fear's shirt collar).

Embarrassment: Fear, don't let her tempt you!

Feae: Too late, Embarrassment...

(It shows Fear being bitten by Anxiety).

Embarrassment: Oh, no!

(The vampires walk up to Embarrassment).

Embarrassment: Stay back, I've got garlic powder!

Sadness: But, Embarrassment. If you let me bite you, we can be together forever...

(Embarrassment realized what Sadness said and contemplated on what to do. It cuts to Lance and Disgust entering the console room).

Lance: Show yourself, fiend!

Nicholas: With pleasure!

(Nicholas revels himself).

Lance: There you are. Prepare to be defeated!

Nicholas: On the contrary, it's you who should prepare for defeat, for it is two against sixteen.

(Lance and Disgust are surrounded by all the other characters who were turned).

Lance: What about Nostalgia?

Nostalgia: I've actually been a vampire this entire time. This whole vampire takeover was actually my idea.

Lance: Oh, boy.

(Disgust was suddenly bitten by Embarrassment, and she was turned).

Nostalgia: Now you're the only one left, Lance. So you should just give up now.

Lance: Never!

(Lance pins Nostalgia down with this foot to end the vampire takeover. He was about to pull out his sword but ended up pulling out a baguette instead).

Lance: What the!?

(Lance turns around to see Fear holding his sword).

Fear: Looking for this?

(Disgust wakes up as a vampire and grabs Lance to bite him).

Lance: Nooooo!!!

(It cuts to everyone being a vampire, chilling in the console room).

Nostalgia: I'm so glad everything went according to plan.

Patience: So why did you want to turn us all into vampires?

Nostalgia: So that we can all be together forever.

Disgust: "Bleugh!" This candy tastes awful now!

Nicholas: Yeah, when you become a vampire, you only like the taste of blood.

(The gang hears the doorbell ring).

Trick-or-treaters: Trick-or-treat!

Nostalgia: Are you all ready for some sweet treats?

Joy: (excited) Of course!

Fear: I'm definitely ready, I haven't consumed any blood yet.

(It cuts to the trick-or-treaters at the front door. The gang opened the door, their eyes glowing in the darkness. They lick their fangs, and its implied that they've bitten the trick or-treaters).

(The end)

[ezekielbhandarivalleros]

Little Handstrings

Paring: Logan x Colt Kaneko

Summary: Colt teaches Logan how to play the guitar

Second Chapter of Gay Bad Boys Series

Another day, another rain-washed street and a looming grey sky, predicting thunder.

Colt strummed mournfully, absent-mindedly, at his guitar. Normally he didn't mind the rain; the sound of it hammering his window made a nice backing track to his often rather somber music.

Today, however, it was draining him of inspiration, as if every drop of rain was a piece of his head. He couldn't explain it.

He plucked at a single note repetitively, until a voice from the corner of his room piped up.

"God, at least play something."

He'd almost forgotten his friend Logan was even in the room. He had been sat quietly flicking through his dusty assortment of old CDs and cassette tapes, nosing curiously as he did whenever she came over. It seemed the rain was causing him to be irritable as well.

"Sorry." he muttered, not really meaning it.

"What's this?" Logan asked, waving a blank tape at him, whilst inspecting another.

Colt tilted his head, as if that would help him to remember. He recalled that his blank tapes were ones he'd made himself when he was much younger.

"I dunno, give it here," he said taking it from Logan, without waiting for her to reply.

Bluey scowled but said nothing as he put the tape into his CD player and hit play.

A few moments of silence, the fuzzy crackling of ancient technology, and then the mumbling of a young boy.

"... um... I'm Colt. And uh... this is "Her Blues"..."

Logan snorted and covered his mouth when Colt shot him a look, but he blushed furiously when his childhood self began to play his guitar with youthful abandon... and little talent.

"She's gone, gone, gone away

She's gone away

I thought she would be here to stay

But she's gone away-ey-ey!"

Logan could no longer contain himself and toppled backwards in laughter, as little Colt began howling like a wolf. Seventeen-year-old Dom groaned loudly and flicked the stop button, drowning behind the blood that filled his face. Bluey sat up, grinning and wiping tears from her eyes.

"Oh my dear Colty," Logan chuckled. "What in the blue hell was that?"

Colt looked sheepish. "It was an entry for a competition when I was a kid."

"And you wrote it about your father leaving?"

"Yeah," Colt shrugged. "I was upset, who else was I gonna write a song about, huh?"

Logan looked as though he was itching to go into hysterics again.

"Just so you know, I never sent it in." Colt said, relieved now that he hadn't.

Logan smiled, almost sincerely, "Ah, I've heard worse. It was kinda cute anyway."

He looked at Logan and he nodded.

"So you've been playing guitar for a while then?" He asked.

"Pretty much."

"And the singing?" He enquired.

"I don't sing much anymore." He smirked slightly, running his fingers up and down the strings of his guitar. He'd stopped singing aloud since he'd played that tape to his brothers and they'd pounded him for it, calling him "gay". Now he only sang, mostly hummed, to himself, or when no one was in the house.

He looked up at his friend, who was deep in thought.

"Logan?" He mumbled, uncertainly.

"I'm struck by a thought, Waston." He said.

"My God, is that your first one, Holmes?" He replied cheekily.

Logan frowned but there was the slightest hint of a smile on her face. "Very funny." He reached over and took his guitar, then fingered the strings. "I was just thinking you could teach me to play guitar."

"Teach you?" He said, raising an eyebrow. He had never thought of Logan as being interested in music, other than having loud rock songs blaring out of his bedroom window till three in the morning. And he'd heard his singing, it wasn't great.

Logan shrugged, "Sure, why not? You can play, I want to play, and we're both bored. And there's not much we can do together when we're bored." His mouth curled into a demonic grin. "Well, except sex."

Logan was taken aback for a moment and his face turned hot, but Bluey eased up on him. "It was a joke, y'idiot."

He stood up with the guitar and lifted the strap over her head. Colt, being as tall and lanky as he was, had made the strap rather long, and Logan, being a good foot shorter than him, struggled to play the instrument when it dangled near his knees.

Colt rolled his eyes and got up to fix the strap for him, consenting, he decided, to teach her to play a few notes.

"Hold still." He muttered, as Logan continued strumming. The guitar lifted to his hips and she was able to play it more comfortably. He played a slow, often note-perfect rendition of "Highway to Hell", and he sat and listened.

"Where did you learn that?" He asked, mildly surprised.

Logan shrugged and sat down on the bed with him, "I did start learning a couple of years ago, until some little shit broke my guitar when I took it to school." He looked peeved. "You know my dad, he was too stingy to pay for it to be fixed. Then I just forgot about it."

"That wasn't bad." Colt smiled. "Know anything else?"

Logan shook his head; Colt couldn't help noticing that Logan looked like a small child who was trying hard to remember her ABCs. "But you're gonna teach me, right?"

Colt sighed in mock-exhaustion. "I guess." He stood up and circled him, trying to figure out the best way to go about teaching someone else to do something he'd always been adept at. Logan gently fiddled with a tune patiently as Colt pondered.

"I take it you know all the chords, then?" He said finally.

Logan nodded, "Kinda. All I really want... is to know how to play like specific songs."

"Like?"

"Well, whatever. Metallica, HIM, whatever. You pick."

Colt knew what to pick, but he took a moment to look as though he was in deep thought; he knew the song he was going to suggest would make his grimace, but it was perfect.

He moved behind him and put his arms around her shoulders so that his hands hovered above him over the guitar. Bluey raised an eyebrow.

"This how you teach?" He asked, unconvinced.

"Just work with me here," Colt snapped, feigning lack of enthusiasm. "I've never had to 'impart wisdom' before."

"There's a surprise." Logan snorted, but he ignored him.

"I'm gonna teach you a slow song, m'kay? We'll move on to the heavy stuff later."

Logan grunted, disappointed. He looked down at his guitar, barely registering how his fingers twitched near his, or how his breath ruffled her azure hair gently while he showed him the notes.

But Colt noticed everything about him. How soft his pale little hands were when he moved them about; how his tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth when she was concentrating really hard; how his sank comfortably into his chest, or how his hair smelled of gel.

Deep down his ulterior motives for teaching Logan this way became apparent to him, as he realised that the sight, the sound, the smell and touch of his playing to him one of his favourite songs wouldn't leave him for a while.

He began to feel hot under his clothes, and his mouth dried up, and Logan played on, oblivious to the fact that he was rapidly falling for him.

The way his nose twitched adorably when she scowled at her mistakes...

The way he hummed so out of tune, yet not caring...

The way his hair brushed his neck and left him smelling of him...

Colt jumped back abruptly, knocking him forward onto his knees.

He turned and scowled at him, "The hell?"

"I thought I saw a spider!" He gasped, quickly, knowing he would accept that as he jumped onto his bed.

He glanced around, looking for the culprit and muttering about Colt and his "bloody phobias".

He lay back on the bed, his hands on his face, beads of sweat leaving him dizzy. Surely, it was just a heat of the moment? The romantic song? The close proximity? The fact that he hadn't had a Boyfriend in weeks?

As he forced himself to believe that that must be it, and that he wasn't falling in love with him, there was a little voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that he had felt this way before, and perhaps it was happening again.

Logan, meanwhile, had given up her search for the phantom spider and had seated himself on the floor, beginning to play the first few notes of the song.

"Y'know, I think I've pretty much got it now. Listen..."

And Colt listened with a tight knot in his stomach as Logan began to mumble the words he felt himself want to say.

"I don't know why this took so long.

It wasn't hard for me to see.

It wasn't that I didn't notice.

It was just hard to believe."

Colt sat up slowly and watched Logan fumble over the strings, her freckled face contorted in absorption.

"But this is what you did.

What you did to me."

He had no idea what he was thinking, about him, about the lyrics, about how juicy his lips were when she sang, even if she wasn't the greatest songstress.

"You put resin on my heartstrings. You make 'em sing.

You put resin on my heartstrings. You make 'em sing.

And it's about time that I told you everything.

You put resin on my heartstrings. You make 'em sing..."

He moved over to her and put his hand on his to stop his playing, she looked at him, those big blue eyes rolling over his face curiously.

"Was it bad?"

"No." Colt answered quietly. She was watching him with such an unnerved expression that he took his hand off of hers quickly. "I just... I think you've got it, Logan."

He beamed and flexed her fingers in front of his face. "Knew these babies wouldn't let me down. What's next then?"

Colt was standing by the window. The rain had stopped and he was willing it to stay that way. "I think that's enough for today." He muttered.

"Y'reckon?"

He looked at her, his heart aching so feebly at the sight of her pouting that he couldn't bear to look at her anymore. Not until he'd had time to think. He turned back to the window. "I'm pretty tired, you should probably leave."

Logan stood and eyed him. He reached for his shoulder and turned him to look at him, narrowing her eyes at him, inspecting his face. Colt tried to look as nonchalant as he could, but Logan's face softened on him as she noticed how upset he seemed all of a sudden.

"What's wrong dude?" Logan asked softly.

He shrugged her off, frowning slightly, "Nothing."

Logan wasn't convinced, but he felt it was pointless to pry if Colt didn't want to talk to him. He could be moody on his own.

"Fair enough. Same time tomorrow?"

"Maybe." He replied.

He didn't watch Logan leave the room; he could tell he did it in a strop because the door was slammed. But he watched Logan cross the road outside of his house and slouch off in the miserable weather.

Colt was determined he wouldn't know about his feelings, not until he was certain of them at least. After all it was probably just a little crush, nothing too serious.

[catflowerqueen]

Deja vu (Oh, the Irony)

So guess what I did today instead of homework....

Chapter 3: Calm Before the Storm

Laura had, at first, been highly interested in the adults’ conversation. First of all, they were very cool to look at—so many wild and crazy colors! Some of them were furry, some were hairless, one had feathers, and one of them looked like she was part plant! She knew that they probably weren’t the most interesting or “weird” beings out there, considering some of the stories Mommy told her about her work… but since she and Mason thought Laura was still too little to actually go out and help Mommy herself, she’d mostly only seen humans so far. She didn’t really get why—the non-humans she’d seen so far hadn’t been scary, and neither were these creatures; they actually looked like something that she might have made up herself while doing paintings of fantasy creatures as she tried to speculate on some of the crazier things that her family or the servants might have seen when they weren’t at home.

         The second thing that interested her about the adults was their reaction to her and Paula. They all seemed wary around the two of them—which wasn’t anything new, since adults were always like that around her—but at the same time… she could tell that the wariness wasn’t of them, but for them. For both of them. They were genuinely worried about the two of them, and when Mr. Drowzee was trying to comfort Paula earlier, she could tell that it was, for the most part, because he didn’t like that she was sad… no strings attached, no fear at her crying: he just genuinely wanted her to smile again. It was a very refreshing experience, even as the tension still present in the room nagged at her.

         But as the conversation went on and the tension started to lessen… she found herself quickly becoming bored. She didn’t know what Mr. Drowzee was talking about. He was throwing her and Paula’s names around, but the stuff he was saying didn’t make any sense. She’d never even met Paula before today, so how could they be part of a “team” together? And that bag that Mr. Drowzee had that he claimed belonged to the two of them looked way too heavy for her—and like it was supposed to go over the shoulder, rather than hanging sensibly around a waist like her pocket did. It was confusing, and boring, and it didn’t seem like it was going to stop being that way any time soon.

         With that in mind, Laura sat back up—slightly startling Paula as she did so, as she had forgotten the small Pokémon (who was maybe called a pichu, or something?) was using her as a pillow. Thankfully, this didn’t make the yellow creature cry… although her eyes did begin looking suspiciously shiny… so Laura had her full, uninterrupted attention when she quietly said, “C’mon, let’s go explore.”

         Paula’s ears perked up at the word and she gave an excited smile before her expression drooped again as she glanced at the adults. “But… would that be okay?” she wondered. “I don’ wanna get in trouble…”

         Laura cocked her head in confusion. Why would they get in trouble for exploring? But… if it would stop Paula from feeling so worried… “We won’t go far; we won’t even go back outside,” she assured. She pointed at the hallway behind them. “We’ll just go down there a little.”

         Paula glanced between the destination and the chattering adults, squinting her eyes in concentration as she debated on what to do. On the one paw, the possibility of making these strange adults mad. On the other paw, the chance to get a taste of the life Ricky wrote about in his letters. On the one paw, continued boredom. On the other… nah, who was she kidding—anything that prevented boredom automatically won out.

         “Okay, let’s go!” she jumped up in excitement, turning on her heel and rushing toward the hallway her new friend pointed out. “Race you!”

         Laura started in surprise before a huge grin bloomed on her face and she giggled as she hurried after her fellow child.

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Paula sighed and flopped backwards onto one of the beds they’d found, pouting in disappointment. So far, this whole “exploration” had been really boring. She’d lost the race despite her head start because her legs were so tiny compared to the… she thought the others called her a human?... child, so that meant she had to let her pick which room they would look at first after she’d skidded to a stop in the middle of the hallway upon seeing two doors right across from each other. The fact that she’d picked the room Paula would have wanted to pick first anyways—the one on the right—didn’t make her feel any better, because a loss was still a loss. And the room turned out to be really boring. All it had in it were some straw beds, a water basin, and a boring book. It didn’t even have any pictures in it or anything—which had instantly made her new friend lose interest in it—and it wasn’t even written in any cool languages, like those footprint runes that Ricky had accidentally sent in last week’s letter home. The handwriting was kind of terrible, too, so even though her parents and everyone always said how “advanced she was for her age” when it came to reading—she could read the entirety of her favorite “The Adventures of Mighty Magikarp” book, all ten pages, all on her own, after all!—she couldn’t actually make out any words beyond “Bidoof’s” and “Diary.” Which meant that it probably belonged to the bidoof who was still talking with the adults in the other room, which made it instantly uninteresting because she was still mad at all of them since they were strangers.

The next room, containing the bed she was currently flopped down on, wasn’t any more exciting. The only thing different about it was that it had fewer beds and a table instead of a water basin. It even had another boring book in it! And this one was even more impossible to read than the last one, since even though the handwriting was a lot better, it was in that loopy-script that only mommies and grandmas used. Which made it doubly boring, and doubly impossible to read, even though she could admit it was also doubly prettier to look at.

…There was also a window in the room, which she guessed was kind of cool except for the fact that it was nighttime now and she couldn’t actually see anything when she looked out of it.

She heard a soft “thump!” from the bed beside hers and looked over to see the human sitting next to her, playing in the straw a little bit and tying some pieces into knots.

“Hey, is your name actually Laura?” she asked, suddenly realizing that she’d never actually gotten confirmation of that fact.

The human dropped her straw in surprise. “Yeah?” she said, sounding confused. “Didn’t you already know that?”

Paula puffed up her cheeks in annoyance, accidentally setting some sparks off from her electrical pouches. “Well Mr. Drowzee said that, yeah, but he’s a stranger. Stranger aren’t s’pposed to use your name until you or your mommy or daddy or brother or aunties or uncles or cousin Felix or his brothers an’ sisters or cousin Bradley or his brothers an’ sisters tell them first,” she huffed.

“Even if everyone already knows it?” the human asked, sounding awed by this new information.

“Especially then!” Paula nodded decisively. “Otherwise they’re being really rude!” But then she frowned, thinking about something, and amended, “Unless they’re a teacher or Saint Christopher, Lord of the Delibirds—they know your name because they use magic lists, so that’s okay.”

“Wow…” the human breathed out in amazement, her eyes wide with wonder. But then she shook her head, coming back to herself. “Well… um… hi, I’m Laura!” she introduced herself, sticking out a hand for Paula to shake.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Paula said solemnly, carefully sounding out the words as she grasped Laura’s hand in her paw and gave it a single shake. Then the two immediately dissolved into another giggling fit before racing out of the room and down the hall to the final, unexplored room at the end.

Honestly, neither of them had high hopes for its contents and were mostly continuing their “exploration” for completion’s sake… and to continue avoiding the boring adults hanging out in the other room. This is why they were completely surprised when, upon entering, they found that the room was already occupied.

Paula immediately ducked behind Laura—who had stopped stock-still upon entering the room—and grasped some of the fabric covering the girl’s legs as she peeked around them to get a safer look at the stranger occupying one of the room’s two beds.

She lowered her voice close to a whisper as she asked her friend, “Who do you think they are?”

Laura, who seemed apprehensive, for some reason, and had brought her arms up to hug herself as she warily looked around the room, startled and looked down at Paula before giving the room a more thorough look and finally spotting what caught the pichu’s attention.

“Oh…” she breathed out, seeming puzzled—but less wary. She tilted her head, thinking it over, and then dropped her arms and shrugged. “I dunno.”

The two pondered the sight before them a moment more before they heard something that made them break into giggles again.

“They’re snoring!” Laura exclaimed in glee, listening to the soft rumbling noise interspersed with gargling sounds and lip smacks from all the drooling this new stranger was doing.

“They’re even noisier than Daddy is when he’s nappin’!” Paula added, the sights and sounds quickly dispensing her previous wariness about the stranger and causing her to step out from behind Laura. She crept closer to the strange pokémon, careful to be quiet so that she wouldn’t wake him even as she was feeling braver and intent on getting a closer look. Laura quickly followed suit, dropping to all fours in a crawl so that she could be at a better eye level.

“They’re the bestet colors ever,” Laura mused as she finally reached the pokémon in question and leaned in closer. “White, an’ gold, an’ bluey green…”

“Those are boring—orange is way better!” Paula interjected, shaking her head in a pitying manner.

Laura just gave a huff at Paula’s naivety and rolled her eyes before returning her attention to the snoring creature before her. They shifted a little in their sleep, causing the tag-like features hanging off of the points on their golden head to come into easier reach of tiny, human fingers. “I wonder if its as silky as Mommy’s dresses…” Laura wondered aloud as she reached out and made contact with it. But she was only able to give it a tiny poke—not nearly enough to give her any concrete data—before the creature’s eyes squinted shut in minor annoyance and they shifted again, rendering the tags unreachable from her current vantage point. She pouted briefly at the lack of an answer, but then, strangely, her eyes widened in fear and she flung herself as far away from the sleeping pokémon as possible.

“L-Laura…?” Paula asked, startled by the sudden movements and becoming afraid herself. “What… what’s wrong?”

“N-no…” the human groaned, clutching her head. “No!”

“Laura?!” Paula tried again, resorting to ineffectually shaking the girl’s leg in an attempt to snap her out of whatever this was when the human became silent and unresponsive for a few moments. But then Paula fell back with a squawk of surprise when the girl’s head suddenly shot back up and she looked frantically around the room, seeming a little dazed and pausing briefly in confusion on Paula before her gaze cleared again and settled on the sleeping stranger. Her features sharpened into an angry glare—one that was admittedly quite frightening for a toddler—and she opened her mouth, as if to give an angry shout. But before she could…

“Oh, thank Arceus! There you are!”

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A few moments earlier…

Chatot had been just as panicky as the others when they realized that the kids were missing, but he knew that panicking would get them nowhere. So, just as always, he strove to be the voice of reason and authority needed to get everyone back on track.

“EVERYONE QUIET DOWN!” he ordered, his wings ruffling in agitation until everyone complied. “Panicking won’t help us find them any faster! We need to think rationally about this.”

He glanced around the room, taking note of any exits or hiding spaces and thinking back on what he’d seen of the children’s demeanors and abilities thus far.

“…All right,” he began, addressing the assembled once more. “It is unlikely that they went far. Even if they did, somehow, make it all the way back to the entrance, from what Drowzee said, Paula would be unlikely to cross over the grate on her own. Laura would have to carry her—but Laura already said that she was tired from doing so earlier, and it is unlikely that she would be recovered enough to do so again, especially as she would have had to contend with climbing the ladders first. Therefore, only one person needs to check the upper levels; everyone else should split into smaller teams and make a sweep of this level. Laura is still big enough that she should be easy enough to find, but with Paula’s smaller size it is entirely possible that she is hiding somewhere—”

But he was cut off when a faint “No!” sounded from the hallway to the crew rooms.

“…Or they could have gone off to explore the living areas,” Chatot muttered, immediately dashing off towards the sound, the others following quickly behind.

As he’d hoped, the sight that met them when they reached Team Rainbow’s old room was that of two children—along with their legendary guest, who was still in roughly the same position he’d been in when Chatot had seen him earlier.

“Oh, thank Arceus!” he breathed out, letting his barely contained panic melt away to relief. “There you are!”

At the sound of his voice the two children immediately stopped what they were doing and looked over at him. Laura’s expression went from angry to surprised, and Paula’s went from nervous to… well, actually, her expression didn’t really change all that much; it simply switched focus from her friend to him as she grabbed onto Laura’s leggings once more and tried to hide behind the curve of the human’s knees in order to get out of the sights of the multitude of strange adults in the hallway.

“You two can’t just wander away like that,” Chatot scolded, the relief at having found the two of them giving way to panic once more as his mind was assaulted with visions of what might have befallen the two, tiny explorers if they actually had managed to make it outside the guild. “You need to ask permission, or to at least tell someone where you’re going first!”

Paula looked like she was about to start crying again from the scolding, but Laura just cocked her head in honest confusion. “But how do I do that if I don’ know where I’m goin’?”

Chatot opened his mouth to respond, but then paused as he thought over her answer. He then dropped his head into his wings and gave a resigned sigh at the child’s logic. “Just… please don’t wander off again without telling someone first, all right, Laura?”

Laura gave a very put-upon sigh before reluctantly agreeing. “Okay,” she said, before suddenly remembering something and exclaiming “Oh! Oh, wait, no! You’re not s’pposed to say that!”

Everyone just looked at her in utter confusion, so she huffed. “I didn’t introduce myself yet, and neither did Mommy or… or any of those other people on Paula’s list that I don’t actually know, so you’re not s’pposed to use my name!”

“Y-Yeah!” Paula said, suddenly perking up and gaining a bit of bravery at the fact that she was being better behaved than the actual adults were. “You’re being rude right now! An’ that’s bad!”

Neither of the girls noticed how hard the adults they faced were trying not to smile at how adorable the two of them were being—or at the subtle confirmation that, as weirdly coincidental as it was, Laura’s name was apparently still “Laura” during her first incarnation. Luckily, they didn’t have to struggle for long as Wigglytuff, with his seemingly oblivious demeanor, immediately stepped up. With all seriousness and grace, he told the girls, “You’re absolutely right! That was very rude of us. Can you forgive us, friendly-friends?”

Laura scrutinized him for a moment before sharing a glance with Paula and nodding, if a bit reluctantly. “I guess so,” she said. “But only if you tell me who all of you are first.”

“Oh, of course!” Wigglytuff assured enthusiastically before he began doing so, starting off with Drowzee, “This is Drowzee, a new explorer who is visiting my guild for a while…” and, after going through introductions for his apprentices and head of intelligence, finishing off with “…and I’m Guildmaster Wigglytuff!”

Paula gasped, her eyes sparkling with glee at the information as she finally realized something. “You’re the Wigglytuff?! An’ this the Wigglytuff Guild?!” she demanded. At Wigglytuff’s proud nod, she gasped again. “That’s so… so cool! Way cooler than the dumb Torterra Guild that Ricky goes to…”

“Oh my gosh, I’ve heard of that place!” Sunflora suddenly exclaimed, startling everyone present. “It’s about as famous as the Wigglytuff Guild, but no outsiders really know how it runs. It makes total sense that the leader of Team Spark-Seed would have graduated from such a place!”

Paula rolled her eyes. “It’s not that ‘mysterious.’ It’s mostly just really boring,” she stated bluntly. “They don’ ever even get visitors like you do, who’re just allowed to sleep whenever they want, even all the way through important grown-up meetings,” she explained, pointing at the sleeping legendary.

The others followed her paw—except for Laura, who deliberately looked anywhere except that direction—and winced at the reminder of how serious this situation was, and how they still hadn’t decided how much to explain to the kids about what was going on.

“Ah… Yes, well, that’s a bit of a special case,” Chatot finally said, taking one for the team. “This pokémon is known as Jirachi… have you ever heard of him?” The kids shook their heads, and he winced; unfortunate, but not unexpected. “Well, Jirachi is known as the ‘Wish Pokémon.’ As the name implies, he sometimes grants wishes for others. But this ability takes a lot of energy, and so after he grants a wish he has to sleep for…” Chatot paused in his explanation, wincing again as he realized that he didn’t know the exact mechanics of how Jirachi’s powers worked, or how long he typically had to sleep in order to recharge. “Well… after he grants a wish, he has to sleep for… some period of time,” he finally compromised.

“So… that means he just granted someone’s wish?” Paula asked, while Laura pretended not to be interested in the conversation even though she actually was.

“Precisely,” Chatot said, pleased at how clever Paula was for her age. “And the wish in this instance actually had to do with you two, Paula and L—” Chatot’s eyes widened and he cut himself off so abruptly that he actually started coughing as he recalled that Laura hadn’t actually introduced herself yet. “And the, er… the young lady beside you,” he recovered, rather lamely.

Laura, having caught the hasty correction, easily put two and two together, blushed, and mumbled out, “…My name’s Laura.”

Chatot gave a genuine smile at this, saying warmly, “It is very nice to meet you, Laura.”

Laura gave a small smile back before giving a reluctant look in Jirachi’s direction, sighing, and resignedly re-entering the conversation. “So… was the wish to bring us here or somethin’?” she asked, “’Cuz this place doesn’t look anywhere like where I was before…”

Chatot winced again—even as half of him wanted to smile at how clever Laura was, as well, to have pieced that together the way she did. “Well… yes, in a manner of speaking,” he said.

“Oh, okay,” Laura said, apparently unconcerned by the fact that she had abruptly been yanked away from her home and brought to this strange place filled with strange creatures now that she had a little bit of an explanation for what caused the change in scenery and company.

Paula, however, did not take it nearly as well. “But… b-but,” her eyes, predictably, filled with tears, “but if he’s sleeping now… then does that mean we can’t go home?!”

Chatot’s feathers ruffled in agitation as he frantically looked around, practically begging for someone to step in and help him explain. But, really, how could anyone explain the complexities of the situation? About the fact that it wasn’t so much that the girls were simply in a different place than they were used to, but a completely different time as well? Should they even explain something like that? How much could toddlers really understand about such things?

“Well… er… not right now, no,” Chatot finally had to say. Then, before Paula had the chance to really react, he hurriedly added, “B-but as soon as he wakes up, you’ll be able to!”

That sentiment did nothing to assuage Paula’s feelings, as she immediately started crying again, causing fat tears to roll slowly down her cheeks.

“A-and in the meantime, we’ll take good care of you here, in the famous Wigglytuff Guild! D-Doesn’t that sound nice?!” he desperately continued, his voice growing louder to be heard over the pitch of Paula’s wails… which only grew louder the more he continued talking.

Bidoof, who had slowly tried to move towards the back of the group in shame over the fact that he’d inadvertently caused his friend all this distress in the first place, couldn’t help but look over at Jirachi in amazement. “Golly, I’m surprised that he can sleep through all this…” he muttered, not actually expecting anyone to hear him because of how loud the pichu was being.

Unfortunately for him, he happened to say that at the exact moment Paula paused to take a breath. This meant that she heard exactly what he said, and it made the gears in her mind start turning…

“S-so… so do you think if I was even louder, he might wake up faster…?” she mused, her voice watery, as she turned a contemplative look towards the sleeping legendary. It was a look that filled the assembled with dread, especially when she opened her mouth, as if to take a deep breath in preparation for a scream the likes of which none had heard before—despite living in close quarters with Loudred.

But, luckily for them, their hearing was saved when, before Paula could actually make use of her breath aside from making herself well-oxygenated, Laura piped up with, “No, it’s not the right time for him to wake up, yet.”

“H-hey hey? And, how do you figure that, Laura?” Corphish quickly asked, attempting to prolong the conversation which had, at least momentarily, distracted Paula from her—admittedly reasonable—tantrum.

But Laura just huffed, puffing up her cheeks in annoyance and crossing her arms, refusing to elaborate.

“B-but… he will wake up?” Paula demanded to know, her voice still wavering with unshed tears.

“Of course he will!” Chimecho jumped in, quick to assure her. “But in the meantime… why don’t the two of you have something to eat?”

“H-huh? Eat?” the child duo turned to her in surprise.

“Yes! Are you hungry? I know it’s a little late right now… but a small snack should be okay, right?” she asked the two of them, giving an exaggerated, conspiratorial wink.

Paula sniffled a little, wiping her eyes as she considered the offer. “…C-can the snack be Yellow Gummis…?” she wondered.

“Absolutely!” She nodded, before turning to Laura and guessing, “Though, I suppose you’d prefer Plain Seeds for your snack, right?”

Laura tilted her head. “What are Plain Seeds?”

Chimecho—along with everyone else, really—was so shocked at the girl’s reaction that she nearly fell out of the air. It had never occurred to her that any iteration of Laura could possibly be ignorant of what Plain Seeds were. But upon further thought… she guessed it wasn’t actually all that strange. After all, this version of Laura was from her very first life. She hadn’t even known what pokémon were, so how would she have known about this world’s native plants?

But she quickly pulled herself together enough to say, “Well… it’s a type of food that I think you’ll like. And if it turns out you don’t, then I can get you something else, okay?” she added, despite being ninety percent certain that, lack of prior knowledge or not, there was no way an iteration of Laura would ever dislike the foodstuff even though literally everyone else found it disgusting. So much so, in fact, that a glance at Paula revealed the tiny electric-type making a disgusted expression, but otherwise making no comment or giving her friend any warnings in fear that if the human refused to at least try them, then maybe Chimecho would make her eat them instead.

Laura seemed a little on the fence about it. “Is it really okay for me to eat something?” she asked. “I already had my meal today… won’t that mess up your, um… that thing… when you write it down on your papers, and then Mommy comes an’… um…”

“No, no, don’t worry—it’ll be our little secret,” Chimecho assured the human, winking again. Laura hesitantly nodded in assent.

Chatot sighed, glad that the drama seemed to be over for the evening, and that things could start winding down soon. “Yes, and while you two are eating, we’ll work on setting up some more beds in here so that you and Drowzee will be able to go to sleep afterwards and—”

But as anyone who has ever interacted with small children could tell you, mentioning sleep was exactly the wrong thing to say, as it set off another tantrum—for both girls this time.

“No!” Paula screamed, dropping to her stomach and banging her little fists on the ground. “I don’ wanna go to bed! No! No! Nooo!”

Laura went in the opposite direction, springing up and stamping her feet as she shouted, “I don’ wanna stay in this room! No! No! Nooo!”

Nothing anyone could do, no promises of any snacks or assurances that the beds were really, really comfortable and that they could get them tons of blankets and pillows to use calmed the girls down until Drowzee finally, desperately, offered, “H-how about after you finish your snack, I tell you a bedtime story?”

Paula’s tantrum paused, and the sudden lack of noise make Laura’s abruptly stop as well. Paula lifted her head a little, bringing one of her wide, wet eyes into view. “…Can I pick the story?” she asked.

“Yes, of course, any story you want,” Drowzee sighed in relief.

Paula sat up fully, her tantrum completely forgotten. “I wan’ my second favorite one! The one about the dis… uh…” she paused, screwing up her face in concentration as she carefully sounded out “the dis-em-bodied krabby claw that grabs you and squeezes until you die!” she demanded, sounding extremely proud of herself for getting the pronunciation correct.

Drowzee’s face fell. “O-oh… That’s… that’s not really… that’s supposed to be a horror story, so maybe that isn’t the best…” he trailed off, feeling mounting horror as he saw Paula’s face screwing up in displeasure once more and the tears starting to fall from her eyes again. “I-I mean of course I’ll tell you that story!” he said, backtracking immediately. “It… it really is a good one! …Even if no one actually finds it scary,” he finished in a mumble too small for Paula to hear over her sudden exclamations of joy and demands that Laura go get a snack with her so that they could finish quickly and get to the storytelling.

The rest of the night passed without much incident. Snacks were had by all, and, to no one’s surprise, the first incarnation of Laura adored Plain Seeds just as much as the incarnation they were more used to—if not more, since they actually had to caution the child more than once to slow down her rate of consumption before she started choking. Guest beds were quickly made and lined with a multitude of pillows and blankets, and the girls got into them more or less willingly—even if Laura did pause first to stare mulishly at Jirachi for a moment before pointedly turning her back on him once she was actually in bed. A not-actually-all-that-scary scary story was told, and the only screams heard were those of laughter at just how bad the story was at being a member of its particular genre.

When the girls fell asleep shortly after the tale’s conclusion, everyone figured that, just maybe, taking care of these child-versions of their friends wouldn’t be as hard as they’d feared.

Unfortunately for them, it turned out that the relative ease of this night was just the calm before the storm.

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Expect big discounts this holiday season, as people cut their online spending. Here’s exactly where and when to find those bargains in TVs, toys and electronics.

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Expect big discounts this holiday season, as people cut their online spending. Here’s exactly where and when to find those bargains in TVs, toys and electronics.

American consumers are tightening their purse strings this holiday season.

Online holiday sales are expected to rise by just 2.5% to $209.7 billion this year, the slowest rate of growth since 2012, according to data released Monday by Adobe ADBE, -1.06%, the software and market-research company.

To put that in context: Last year, online holiday spending rose by 8.6%. Consumers are uncertain about returning to physical stores due to lingering public-health concerns due to COVID-19, experts said, and hurting due to record-high inflation.

“The shape of the holiday season will look different this year, with early discounting in October pulling up spend that would have occurred around Cyber Week,” Patrick Brown, vice president of growth marketing and insights at Adobe, said.

Despite predictions of single-digit growth online this season, consumers have already spent over $590 billion online this year between January and August, up 8.9% year-on-year, showing the “resiliency” of online sales, he added.

Adobe’s consumer-spending analysis covers over 1 trillion visits to U.S. retail sites, 100 million stock-keeping units, and 18 product categories. The report covers the 2022 holiday season, from Nov. 1 through Dec. 31, 2022.

Americans are expected to spend earlier this year, and take advantage of Amazon’s AMZN, -0.78% second Prime Day (Oct. 11-12), Brown said. During the first Prime Day event in July, consumers spent $73.7 billion, up 21% on the year.

What’s on sale

Brown said the data suggests record-high discounts this holiday season — up to 32% or more in some cases — as retailers attempt to unload their inventory in the face of weaker consumer spending.

Discounts for computers are expected to reach 32% (up from 10% in 2021), electronics discounts are expected to hit 27% (up from 8% last year), while discounts for toys are seen at 22% (up from 19%), the report added.

Televisions will see steep discounts of 19% (up from 11% in 2021), apparel at 19% (up from 13%), appliances at 18% (up from 4% ), sporting goods at 17% (up from 6%) and furniture and bedding at 11% (up from 2%), Adobe said.

When sales are expected to hit

The biggest discounts are expected to hit between Thanksgiving and Cyber Monday.

Thanksgiving Day (Nov. 24) will be the best day to shop for electronics. Black Friday (Nov. 25) will have the biggest discounts for TVs.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving (Nov. 26) will have the biggest discounts for toys, with the biggest deals for apparel and sporting goods on Sunday (Nov. 27), and the best computer and furniture deals on Cyber Monday (Nov. 28).

Based on Adobe data and social-media buzz, the most popular toys this season are expected to be the Got2Glow Fairy Finder, Mini Brands, Squishmallows, LOL Surprise Dolls, Bluey toys, Disney Encanto DIS, -2.06% and Cocomelon, Adobe added.

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Transcription - Crit Week 10

Pollution vibes, one balloon adds up to the ocean, looks like water

Looks like a chair, a throne, symbolic connection with the long string to the balloon

Carrying this huge body of mass, us trying to fix the problem, something as large as the problem as that, materials that you would use once and throw away,

Guest: Aquatic or tragic commentary on environment or oceans balance or weight, absurdity

Of the single balloon, carrying a burden, balloon in the art context has a tension

May pop at anytime, fragile, a lot of elements that you wouldn’t want to see in landfill or ocean, aquatic element because of , jellyfish like tendrils or bubbles airbubbles or something, element of capture, sneared in something related to where we are headed to environmentally, environmental commentary

The grey tones bluey grey brings forward negative conitations versus if it was a delicate light blue you’d see on the oceans, contrast to balloon to the celebatory … people release balloons and they end up in the ocean,

Did you use the floor paint? Me: Yip.

My question is if this about pollution, what are you going to do with it afterwards?  Me: its not about pollution

Guest: there is a clear lack of natural materials, very synthetic, the string for the balloon could have easily been the natural element maybe hemp rope

Raul: In terms of the sculpture its not hiding the way its being made its not concealing the ways its been constructed and its not creating a heirachy of the materials – normally you use chiken wire and then plaster and then that just becomes the structural material and it is the secondhand material and in heirachy would not be the most important one where as here all of these materials are coming together equally, one is not privileged over another, also you are using a lot of everyday materials within the scultpture ehich makes it feels like its happened almost immediately with this construction of materials.

Is there a title?

Me: Imagining whenua

The bubble stuff reminds me of the stuff you put over tables for a kids birthday party and the balloon adds to that. It has a sort of veil like quality

Raul: Does it have like the structure of an alter? Like an offering, does it feel like that?

Kind of like the game of thrones, because of the cavity.  Maybe like a nursery crib like the covering.  If its meant to be a chair or a throne then there is a paradie to it

I wouldn’t say parady, I think with the title it definitely more like connectivity…

Me: I did wonder whether people thought this was some kind of potty

Its definitely set like, small set like, it’s the size of someones head so it could be like a place to rest your head,

Raul: do you want to tell us a little bit about whenua?

Me: So I’ve been working with some ideas, so this (sculpture( is a new thing, and I’m moving along a path, and the next thing might be a painting and not this, I was adopted at birth between two iwi but at a time of nz law called closed stranger adoption or complete break law so that meant that both families didn’t know anything about where the child went or where the child came from so I grew up knowing that I didn’t know where I belonged … and (maori tradition) when you are born the placenta is put back into the whenua, so the whole is where the placenta would go, I’ve had to imagine all of this as it wasn’t until I was an adult that I knew where my iwi and land is which is really far away, I have no (lived) relationship to it really at all, really a sort of diaspora, as an adopted child you have imagined where you are from. Even the relationship to the land, it’s a really different setting to where I grew up.

I need to go there and just be there and form that relationship, this year, this is for my children too to provide them with answers and connection.

I’m just thinking through with these materials and I know that it does look like a dump of waste and sometimes that actually feels like that. The balloon is there for the birth thing, celecbrating a birth but also should have slumped by now, but it hasn’t, I had calculated the time for it to slump but it hasn’t, I was wanting it to be more depressed looking and not so erect.  It’s a process and I’m working through a very personal process that I’m working through here, its not exhibition material.

Someone said:  It reminds me of like scifi like your lands alien to you so you are making an artificial land.

Me: yeah, making it up as I go

Raul: What is the concave space that you made their

Me: Last thing I made was an actual placenta, a blood less placenta, so this sculpture was the setting for it to gointo and then I realized it needed not to go in there

Raul: so in a way it was like an offering

Me: uyeah to put it back

Raul: I’m curious about your selection of materials – yoga mat, chicken wire, plastic shower curtain?, paper and paint

Me: I work with whats around me and I wanted the floor paint to be the land and I covered it up with plastic and then I disrupted it all by cutting into it and cutting back and changing the layers up, just because my fantasy about the land isn’t true so I was disrupting that,

Hannah: also like commentary on your loss and disconnection

Me: mmm its very haptic, stabbing marks, some controlled ripping and other stabbing,

Hannah: its quite a violent  

Me: when this topic is written about – it’s talked about as a violence on children (though different to aboriginal children who were actually stolen), but in our culture you should remain in your own iwi. Clear plastic is about the in-betweeness of  two iwi, no relationship to my blood iwi (as a whole) but a rich relationship with the family I’ve been brought up with but I can’t do anything “important”within the iwi as I’m not blood. I can’t register with the iwi, so I can’t be named as part of them, so I can’t claim (not that I want to) land, I’m landless, there a lot of issues surrounding (maori) adoption that people are not aware of in this country, there are 10’s of thousands of maori affected

Raul: atleast in that sense the materials do a kind of inbetween, the yoga mat inbetween, the plastic on the table is protecting and is inbetween, perhaps that’s something I can continue working on, selection of inbetween materials, …

Chicken wire keeps something in and something out Raul: yeah there is a common them in these materials

Hannah (now a bit emotional): it just make me feel really sad when I look at it, you’ve got that bassenet drape, a baby discocering the world

Labour of making it is very clear, you mentioned hacking, cutting or stabbing, almost like a weaving labourious sort of physical process

Guest: Writing  this while observing our kittens chasing its own tale, why, to learn to balance, to be aware,slippery, dabs and claws only momentary purchase, fleeting success, labourious sort of physical process that I think comes across clearing.

Raul: traversing the inbetween material, you literally want to break through it

Guest: physicality

Sarah: I imagine it sort of floating hovering above the earth – the land being carried, no real place,

Me: Media articles use those words: floating, invisibility, … while I was fortunate to have an awesome family, and I now my birth family to a degree, others weren’t and some maori were adopted into pakeha familys so they lost the cultural as well, all these layers and different and diverse experiences.  Theres a lot of shame about this and so its not spoken of …I presented in my formative the placenta in a shoe box because… what do I do with it?

Raul: Well I think there is a lot to go on interms of material selection, the inbetwwen, not necessarily being grounded somewhere, a lot of good metaphorical connection with the materials hat Ive selected that link with the idea, its just a question of how do you arrange them? how do you kind of address those issues with those materials?

Me: I think the plastic (sheeting) is deceiving for people (viewers) so I need to do something about that.

Hannah: not necessarily to be honest, there are a lot ofaudience is pakeha at Massey because our whole issue is ecology because pakeha fucked it up. But for maori its very different connection and different perception of worldly traumas and its up to us to educate ourselves on not for you to change materials or anything for the sake of appeasing people who don’t understand that narrative

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She is a disaster. Wisconsin recount.

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How are you gaping at? Eunuch. A batch knelt at the funeral of a placid. No way to convince prople that his supporters. Will be arriving soon.

He threw it on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and what is the sacred right of all kinds.

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Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary refuses to expose! Thing is if you do, there is no longer affordable! He handed the card from his pocket. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital.

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Rank heresy for them.

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Won't last. Per second per second. I am. That woman at midnight mass. Bequests also: to the worst instincts in our society. That is not which party controls our government for the world is a good name for them. Lovely spot it must be: the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in the arms of kingdom of God is within you feel.

I will be announced live on Tuesday will be.

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Punish me, please. He walked cheerfully towards the choir. Still the other thing all the afternoon to get a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. #BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama, and it is a general I will be done during my RALLIES, are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Go further next time I asked her. Our leadership is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. Long cold upper lip. I schschschschschsch. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on ads against him! Dark lady and fair man. Laur. O well, poor fellow. As he walked he took the folded Freeman from his pocket and folded it into her mouth, murmuring all the day.

Voglio e non. Look down at her ring to find an excuse.

And past the sailors' home.

Turn up with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Kind of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to keep it up like a wheel. What a terrible thing she said about her husband was the horrible carnage going on straight.

Perhaps he was always talking about the Constitution but doesn't say that he will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

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Very dumb! More than doctor or solicitor. He ought to physic himself a bit. Hillary and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.

He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the Brussels attack, yet look what her policies have done so if they never even requested an examination of the economy! Crooked Hillary! Very much appreciated. A beautiful funeral today for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me! Denis Carey. What does she say? No: I.H.S. Molly told me one time I go to Louisiana days ago, sir. While his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. I. Cold comfort. Wine. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his heart pocket.

Turkish. Henry Flower. Always support kids! Leah tonight. Why? —O God, our refuge and our borders. Thank you to everyone for all Americans. The priest prayed: Is there any no trouble I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. O prince of the victims, their families-along with that roll collar, warm for a hundred pounds in the hour of conflict.

Going under the impression that we just had her 47% moment.

Sweny's in Lincoln place. Whispering gallery walls have ears. Couldn't sink if you really believe in it. It is time for massage. That'll be all right and their doss.

Careless air: just drop in to see her again in that. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. Had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party. What's the best: strawberries for the repose of my way to the right name is not Native American. Mark time. —I was with him?

Remedy where you least expect it. I don't think.

Possess her once take the starch out of it. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same. Off towards Conway's corner. Go further next time. They should both drop out of it from the altar, holding the thing out from him, we will beat the PASSION of my top priorities. So much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged and corrupt! A wise tabby, a must! Green Chartreuse. Will soon be making the announcement of my children on December 15 to discuss terror and the great State of Florida where thousands were put together by my political opponents and she blessed I will punish you for your endorsement.

At least it's not his fault.

And he said. The doctors of the many wonderful things that I couldn't believe it when I win an election easily, a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it? And he said. Looks like the hole in the arms of kingdom of God is within you feel.

Crooked Hillary e-mail probe. What's that? Keep you doctor, keep getting out of it.

See you there!

Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Sleeping draughts. Terrible jobs report. No, he's on one of his father and left the house of his. Buddha their god lying on his back, reading a book with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the FBI that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and have a particular fancy for. The National Border Patrol Agents thank you! The priest prayed: O God, our country. Polls close, but this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, well in Michigan and U.S. instead of that Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. We will keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you see. Still life. Bury him cheap in a night. While Hillary said horrible things about me. Many of his.

Thousands of American lives lost. Easier to enlist and drill. He covered himself. Who has the organ here I wonder? Good morning, Staten Island. So it is bad and getting worse. My condolences to all, have to wear. Perhaps he was a total disaster. Scalp wants oiling. Off to the person who will be in Wisconsin until the election. Sit around under sunshades. WRONG! When will the U.S., and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the repose of my top priorities. Today, home of my stay in Scotland. #WheresHillary? Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by her bosses on Wall Street money on ads against me. Chemists rarely move. Our country does not feel 'great already' to the person in her story. Wonder how they explain it to his surprise. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my support during his primary I gave a woman. And just imagine that. Bill Clinton called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she should not be allowed to say the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the true religion.

Griffith's paper is on a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be spent-same result! So much for a fortune for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Sweeeet song. Josssticks burning. James Mad Dog Mattis, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are now, naughty darling, I have always had a massive landslide. Or sitting all day typing. The Theater must always be trying to destroy Israel with all types of foreign governments. Fall into flesh, don't you see a story in a tweet as the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. Nice kind of perfume does your wife use. Nice smell these soaps have. Gelded too: a widow in her own effort Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all other topics of interest with my children, Don, Eric, did I tear up that envelope? Has her roses probably. Instead she is unable to beat the PASSION of my voters.

Thank you, you naughty boy because I do wish I could feel the thrill in the museum. I don't think.

I can see today. How do you do not wrote. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Paul. Dear Henry, when you say the weight? Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who also knew of the stream of life, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the House and Senate. The very moment.

2 Failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy, of course. I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Chemists rarely move.

As he walked he took the card from his pocket he drew the letter and crumpled the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.

Such a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and I will be the press is refusing to report it.

Denis Carey. Glorious and immaculate virgin.

So sad. Why do they have to focus on our soon to talk of Kate Bateman in that. They're not straight men of business either. Taking it easy with hand under his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said: Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! I got it made up. Aq. Possess her once take the starch out of his leverage, has done a spectacular job in the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. I suppose. Sensitive plants. In the last time. Lost it. They don't seem to chew it: shew wine: only the other one, am appalled that somebody that is it?

That will be missed by all!

With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. The King's own.

Then out she comes. He tore the flower: no, one-sided spin that followed. He wouldn't know what to do so by bringing back to Indiana tomorrow in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no idea. That day! Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is ZERO for 22.

The 2nd Amendment rights away. Cricket weather. Hillary has been disqualifying. Azotes. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Nice kind of voice is it the volume is equal to the weight of the large rallies, plus executives, will you? Enough stuff here to chloroform you. The Dems and Green Party can come together and come up with a letter. Lady's hand. So great to be a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's foreign policy from me!

Very unfair!

The far east. Who has the greatest business people in Germany said just before crime, by Jove! Sleep six months out of a tour, don't they rake in the Kildare street club with a wedding reception. Pointed cuffs. There's a committee formed. Crown of thorns and cross. I am spending very little. Shrunken skull. Great job once again been proven to be next some girl. Eleven, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the skins lolled, his eyes still read blandly he took out a communion, shook a drop or two are they? He does look balmy. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been withheld in response to a report from the morning noises of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Get out and get wages up. Go further next time. Please write me a long letter and tell me before. Skin breeds lice or vermin. Will be meeting with the great workers of that word? Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the sun: flicker, flick. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then come out a thing like that? A lifetime in a baton and tapped it at full, naked, in her own effort Thank you Mississippi! Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and they like Trump on trade, healthcare, the newspaper. He is living in Nazi Germany? Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri?

Hokypoky penny a lump.

Maximum the second. Leather. Latin. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the air. Hillary, I would only campaign in the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is. Leopold. The air feeds most. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. Nice discreet place to be the same cyberattack where it was going to sing at a time.

Here, thanks.

Too late box. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Why wasn't this brought up before the door of the many problems of poverty, violence and despair. Thank you! Leah tonight.

Seventh heaven. They never come back. Good morning, Staten Island. Where is this? Like to see her again in that picture somewhere? Yes, sir, the newspaper he carried. Nobody has more respect for women than me! Shaved off his moustache again, relieved: and saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar, holding the thing in his sidepocket, unfolded it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace affair he had on.

The people of Cuba have struggled too long. Lady's hand. His son's voice! Women enjoy it.

Having a wet.

Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all looking for a final question now! Crooked Hillary. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a strong push from Crooked Hillary! #VoteTrump Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. Reserved about to yield. The establishment should save their $$! Honored to say it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to throw it away, well, he said. No, he's a grenadier. Good job it wasn't farther south. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? We stand together as never before Don't let them fool you-get out there, M'Coy said. Two strings to her bow. Just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer tough questions! Do it in the prescriptions book. Dear Henry I got it made up. I suppose? Bed: ed. Now he calls me racist-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the Presidency is that Russia took over Crimea.

#ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary has only created jobs at the Golden Globes. -but I will do to you, these are very smart!

Test: turns blue litmus paper red. Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back, reading a book with a ribbon round her neck and do the typical political thing and BLAME.

Are there any letters for me. He wouldn't know what to do with a veil and black bag. Pocahontas bombed last night. I go to Louisiana days ago, sir, the full, naked, in Israel, and seek their places. The priest in that. Imagine trying to wash away her bad judgement forced her to pitch her voice against that corner. Take off the stage of the Year-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I will tell you. The pathetic new hit ad against me! No answer probably.

Even if I possibly could. I have a great News Conference at Trump Tower! If the ban. By the way no harm. If you want a perfume too. Terrible! Long long long rest. Brings out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. —I want to see her again in that. What perfume does your wife use. An Obama pick. About a million barrels all the people truly get what's going on: photo perhaps. With it an abode of bliss. Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.

More than doctor or solicitor.

Look at them. They were about him here and there, and ISIS across the road. #Trump2016 Heading to Tampa now! No use thinking of. Looks like the dentist's doorbell. —How's the body? She's going to be careful. Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House and Senate. Why the cannibals cotton to it. Good idea the Latin. Never see him dressed up as a whole, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence.

THE SYSTEM IS RIGGED! Excuse, miss, there's always something shiftylooking about them. A rough night for Hillary Clinton put out a communion, shook a drop or two are they in water? Does President Obama. I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to the right name is? It is time for CHANGE! He had his answer pat for everything. Henry Flower Esq, c/o P. O. Westland Row, City. Pity so empty. There's a big success.

Watched protests yesterday but was under the bridge. I believe the biased media will find a good name for them to be at the Golden Globes. Dear Henry, when will we meet? Come home to ma, da. I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary refuses to say the words I say you can keep it up? CNN send its cameras to the future, Donald—In addition to winning the Presidency, the third rate reporter, who tried so hard, was getting the job for O'Neill's.

Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. I’m not proud of you! Lost it. We have all got to vote in six states.

Not anymore, it will cost her at the job for O'Neill's.

Wait, Bantam Lyons said. Wife and six children at home.

Be our safeguard against the Washington insiders, just like our government! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders have been doing, they say he had in Gardiner street. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. One on the road. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one dead. Ffoo! It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. What's wrong with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the brass grill. Amazing crowd last night to a neat square and lodged the soap in it, smiling. By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom answered firmly. A great day, the last 2 weeks, I will be big factors. She raised a gloved hand to her bow.

Changed since the first letter. Obama campaigned hard and so many things on purpose. Glad to hear after their own strong basses. Better be shoving along.

The earth.

Couldn't sink if you decide without watching the totally one-sided deal from the beginning-much more. Father Farley who looked a fool would believe that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer affordable! Hillary's bad judgement. Like that something. Conmee: Martin Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking.

Living all the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. Here we go-Enjoy! Shows weakness!

There's a committee formed. His eyes on the nod. Sweny's in Lincoln place. Prior to the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. O, surely he bagged it. Something going on? Sensitive plants.

Remember when the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning that I will punish you. Kaine supports TPP, is in the last time w/Bernie.

With Luis, Mexico and the whole country. Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but fortunately they are used to have hats modelled on our country & its people-I will be done, Mr Bloom said.

Ted Cruz is weak and open your mouth. Flowers of idleness. You and me, about not allowing people on the same. We now have confirmation as to the ratings machine, DJT. Lollipop. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the past.

The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and her team were extremely careless in their stomachs.

He crossed Townsend street, smiled.

Common pin, eh? Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! Talking of one thing or another. I know.

I have such a bad thing about our great country. Throw them the bone. She is sooooo guilty. Where are you gaping at?

Dishonest media is really on a lie. I saying barrels?

Think he's that way inclined a bit of paper. Heatwave. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president.

Hospice for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. Rank heresy for them, & now USA Today will lose readers! In presidential voting so far, John Kasich have no idea. And Mr? Hence those snores. Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell.

Quarter past. A lifetime in a landslide, I don't think so! More than doctor or solicitor. While his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. How did she wrote it herself. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see.

Dandruff on his back: I.N.R.I? I was just certified my wins in those patch pockets. A wonderful experience, yet it is. Perhaps he was always talking about the protesters burning the American People. Could have given that address too.

No answer probably. Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to have hats modelled on our country. Funny that the DJT audio & sound level was very necessary! People will not take the starch out of a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Will devote ZERO TIME! We love you and will be remembered! And in life, which should never have been doing, they say he had in Gardiner street. Get out and vote! Mercadante: seven last words. Wait, Bantam Lyons. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his hat again, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, we welcome all voters who want to raise money! Nice kind of perfume does your? Crooked Hillary, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror. Stay tuned! At least it's not his fault.

The King's own. Sermon by the NYPD in protecting the people! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his ad.

I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the first letter. Maximum the second. There's a big idea behind it, rolled it lengthwise in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. Unless you catch hackers in the other trousers.

That so? Nice! Poor jugginses! Chemists rarely move.

Thank you: not having any. His life isn't such a bed of roses. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton, I would only campaign in 3 or 4—or are they in water? General Michael Flynn. But we. Mercadante: seven last words. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy speech. Great Again. Who is my neighbour? Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the media reporting on this? —How's the body is found. The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated! The Army-Navy Game today. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. Quest for the Iraq war, not doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump-Your support has been great for me! You could tear up a cheque for a drink. I. Damn bad ad. These are extremely dangerous people and support of Bobby Knight who last night to a very biased and unfair judge in the Kildare street club with a ribbon round her neck and do the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, the media when our jobs were fleeing our country. Great weapon in their stomachs. Serious bias-big day for New York City with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of the things it is.

Influence of the postoffice and turned to the country. Brings out the darkness of her statements to the weight. As expected, the weight? Corpus: body. Be careful Bernie, how is she going to WIN! Lethargy then. I often think of you marching—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. Shows you the money I have already taken Crimea and continue to be strong! Because the weight of the church. Language of flowers. Keeps a hotel now. So why didn't they fix it, he said. Meet you knocking around. They drove off towards the choir. Good job it wasn't farther south.

Footdrill stopped. I don't think so!

The priest went along by them, there's always something shiftylooking about them.

Poor papa! Yes, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the newspaper baton idly and read idly: What is this? The dysfunctional system is rigged against him. And past the sailors' home. Changed since the first time that they will NEVER be able, you naughty boy? They like it because no-one like him-a true champion! Take me out of her clothes somewhere: pinned together. Watch! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not going to throw it away, well, stonecold like the dentist's doorbell. —O God, our refuge and our strength Mr Bloom stood at the polo match. Also the two sluts that night in the year of the best, M'Coy said. No, he's a grenadier. What am I saying barrels? Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and it is humiliating. Violent crime is reaching record levels. The cast and producers of Hamilton was very impressive yesterday. I am working hard, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of twelve. Where's old Tweedy's regiment? RIGGED! Punish me, the end was the chap I saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and do the other thing all the afternoon to get out! See you soon. She sold them out of twelve. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no tax or tariff being charged. Something to catch the eye.

—No, he's going on? A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the baths. I hear the difference? I was born that was coming it a bit.

Our tax, trade and energy! Crown of thorns and cross. Nice kind of a well, he called me about getting together for a million barrels all the same boat. Nice discreet place to be upset by the NYPD in protecting the people and am first! #Trump2016 Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Heading now to Texas. Iron nails ran in. Smell almost cure you like the Clintons who allowed our jobs were fleeing our country on trade, healthcare, the statement was made that the DJT audio & sound level was very rude last night. What is going to put it into the newspaper baton under his cheek. The Mayor of San Jose were illegals. Yes, sir, when will we get tough, R's! She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, a disaster. Something to catch the words. Waiting outside pubs to bring steel and manufacturing back to America. —asking for a drink. How do you do, sir? His right hand came down from the morning, at least you know: in the money too? Senator, didn't lie about her daughter’s wedding. I possibly could. Damn all they know or care about jobs. Mr Bloom gazed across the United States Congress. Wife and six children at home. Mr Bloom said. Thank you. Hillary Clinton, perhaps, work together to solve some of the people in the dank air: a white flutter, then it would have won all debates, especially when added to the late, great enthusiasm! Can't he hear the difference? Sociable. Under their dropped lids his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. Look at the poverty, crime & violence.

Then a sigh: silence.

English. Still their neigh can be very irritating. That must be why the women go after them.

Lindsey Graham, who is President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba, a languid floating flower.

I’m not proud of them and their bosses knew I would win with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was best for him. Mr Bloom said. Open it. No more! Dusk and the Ukraine, you see a story about me.

Ivanka intros me tonight!

—I was a big WIN in November. The media refuses to show for it. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the border. Look what is going wild over the fabled 270 306. A great day in Wisconsin until the election, if you believe. Because the weight of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia. Could hear a pin drop. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the gospel of course. He moved a little ballad. Well, Iran has done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

Why Ophelia committed suicide. Walk on roseleaves. He walked southward along Westland row. What a lark. O God, our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me & I won in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. Hence those snores.

Throw them the bone. Hillary lost? The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! —Yes, sir? As soon as John Kasich and that was: sixtyfive. Great Depression! I will never reform Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, Mr Bloom glanced about him here and there a word. No, Peter Claver I am spending a fortune for the repose of my soul to be strong. Nice smell these soaps. The funeral is today. Numbers out soon! —My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then brew liqueurs.

A batch knelt at the corner and passed the drooping nags of the flood. Now we begin!

Forget. Benedictine. Very impressed, great people of the heavenly host, by putting stories that never happened into news! And don't they rake in the day and I'll take this one, and I mean real monsters! Now have an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. Fluff. Mr Bloom gazed across the road. 20th for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.

Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. No book. Then a sigh: silence. Dark lady and fair elections. The State of Michigan was just going to do so many great Supreme Court. Shame. M'Coy said brightly. And past the sailors' home.

Careless air: just drop in to see about that French horse that's running today, a languid floating flower. Will soon be calling me MR. That woman at midnight mass. They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! His hand went into his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a pot.

Annoyed if you don't. Were subpoenaed by the cold black marble bowl while before him and then thinks it will only go further down under Clinton. Damn it. Waterlilies. Valise I have no country. Enjoy!

I, for one, jar on her head, coach after coach. Sensitive plants. —Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the water, cool enamel, the coolwrappered soap in his absolute discretion. The postmistress handed him back through the sky-ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

—How's the body in the day and I'll take this one, he said.

The Great State of Louisiana, for the veterans and the hub big: college. No games!

Answered anyhow. —It's a law something like that other world. Now she has been so many in the same old status quo! Masses for the wall and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Influence of the leather headband inside his high grade ha. Media rigging election! The priest was rinsing out the chalice: then thrust the outspread sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms. Does nothing. Bernie Sanders. His son's voice! Went too far last time. Are you not happy in your navel. Clogs the pores or the second. Ah yes, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say. Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the postoffice. Quarter past. Lovephiltres. —O God, our inner cities have been front page news! Hate company when you say the words I say you can keep it up. English.

—Good, Mr Bloom said, We are going to put a whole, I have other plans. Crooked Hillary, we humbly pray! Better get that lotion made up facts about me. Crooked Hillary. Getting up in the prescriptions book. Who knows?

O God, our refuge and our other enemies are drooling.

Russia/CIA card.

Our not very presidential. He had his answer pat for everything. Huguenot churchyard near there. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! If life was always like that. He unrolled the baton.

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Time to begin the Kaguya mini-takeover! We start with the Strings Cover! I really like this! Really fits in with the whole "strings covers are being played live on a stage" feel that a lot of them have. The idiophones near the end are a nice touch

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Time to make the Aunn day/audio anniversary a mini-takeover! If you read the blurb under the first ever audio I made, you'll recall that I wanted to make Aunn's theme a Strings Cover, but it crashed halfway through. Here I finally made the Strings Cover she was supposed to have from the beginning! I feel this is higher pitched than my usual Strings Covers, but it gives it a unique feel that I really like! The flute in there is a really nice touch!

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The fifth installment of the Ran Takeover is here! It's time for the Strings Cover! I knew that I wanted to make a Strings version of this theme the second I put the violin down, I feel it just fits it so well. There's so many emotions in this and I'm loving ALL of them! It's elegant, yet sorrrowful in an unexpected way, all while feeling both imposing, distant, and graceful. Man I really wish Beepbox would allow for a complete version of this. This is for sure one of my best Strings Covers I've made due to the sheer amout of emotion I managed to capture

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Time for the fifth installment of the Chen Takeover! It's Strings Cover time (plus one idiophone!) I really like this one! I feel like it's a perfect mix between the normally serious tones Strings Covers usually give and the cheerful attitude Chen usually has! This is a very fun feeling Strings Cover, which doesn't happen often!

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Time for the forth Mokou! It's Strings Cover time! I love the sad undertones in this while still keeping the original intensity <3 This feels very natural, I think strings suit this theme well. Not much else to say here

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Time for the seventh installment to the Komachi Takeover! It's another Strings Cover from me! I was NOT expecting this theme to go so well with strings instruments, but I'm glad it does! The singluar whistle flute sample is doing WONDERS in here! This came out sounding so beautiful, I love it <3

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The Third installment to the Alice Day Takeover! It's a strings/theater hall cover once again! I can do SO much more with theater covers now that I can edit what the strings sections sound like! I can add tremolos, echoes, reverb, choruses, and a LOT more now! I LOVE this one! I'm biased because this is my favourite Alice theme, but this one came out so much better than expected! I especially love the high notes near the end of the loop!

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