#chacing that sparkle

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Sparkle

@wolfstarmicrofic December 22, word count 316

“I wish this night would never end,” Sirius murmured as he gently stroked his fingers up and down the soft skin on the back of Remus’s hand. They were sprawled across Remus’s bed in a part of London Sirius had never been. He hadn’t even known the crumbling block of flats was even there. 

“Mmmm, me too,” Remus hummed sleepily as he shuffled until his head was on the pillow, the thin duvet that covered them pulling across Sirius’s naked torso and leaving him shivering in the room's cool air. He quickly wriggled back under the covers and snuggled into Remus’s side. 

Remus held his arm out, and Sirius settled against Remus’s shoulder. He shivered as Remus’s fingers began to trace intricate patterns on his back. He let his lids flutter shut as he gave himself over to the electric feeling his finger elicited. 

They hadn’t known each other long; his parents would disown him if they knew he was with someone well below his rank, but Sirius had fallen for Remus the second he laid eyes on him in that seedy pub he’d run into to escape his watcher. There was a sparkle in Remus’s eyes that Sirius had never seen before. He was addicted to the light there, especially the way that flickered, turning into a blinding beam that would put a diamond to shame right before his eyes would close as he found release. He would happily chase that sparkle in Remus’s eyes for the rest of his life. 

He had a decision to make. Lead the life his parents had planned out for him long before his birth, or throw it all away for the chance to find true love with the man beneath him. 

Remus turned his head and nuzzled happily into Sirius’s hair. He felt his heart stutter at the touch and knew he didn’t have a choice at all. 

[sinon36]

Simon Riley x biker!reader HC (neutral reader)

Warnings: short drabble written during the commute to uni, mistakes (as per usual), riding without a helmet (please wear appropriate protection when engaging in dangerous activities), bikers being hot as f..., you can't change my mind

Enjoy

- you cut him in traffic one day, he has to press hard on the brakes to avoid you, a stream of curses leaving his covered mouth

- he gives chace after you, in a moment of unexepected road rage, so rare to see such raw display of emotion from the mountain of a man

- he catches up to you at a gas station

- he comes toward you with full intent on ripping you a new one

- you take your helmet off and tilt your pretty head in amusement

- he loses it on you

- you just laugh in his face 'bloody right I did. You drive like an old lady'

- he's stunned, never had he get this kind of reaction from anyone, except his colleagues in 141, who are like brothers to him

- he knows he's intimidating

- he knows he could twist your pretty neck right there and there

- but your stance is countering all his desire for violence

- your hands rest on your hips, head tilted, weight rested on one foot, as if to say 'you done?'

- he gets silent, panting with annoyance and adrenaline from earlier

- you huff a laugh and leave him there as you walk inside to pay and buy a snack

- when you return you find a small white piece of rectangular paper

- he left you his number followed by a small drawing of a skull

- you huff a small laugh the audacity

- but you take it and put it in your breast pocket and ride off

- you send him a message

- it's the emoji of a red motorcycle 🏍️

- you don't get a reply until weeks later

- it's the skull emoji 💀

- you smile at that, but don't indulge him anymore

- he has your number now, he can make a move if he wants, you're done chasing after men

- and a move he makes

- another message follows a month later

- no greeting, no sweet talk, just some coordinates and a date and time, little skull at the end

- you grin, it's on, old man

- you meet him there

- there being the most beautiful place in the British isles

- a parking lot at the curve of the road, high up on the hillside

- the city sparkles in the distance

- you seat with him at the wooden bench and table

- you talk, it's a forth an back, light banter fills the night air

- he's not putting pressure on you, he just enjoys your presence

- it's refreshing

- you depart on the promise that you'll see each other again, when he's in town

- a while passes until you meet again

- it's as unexpected as the firs time

- he's just leaving base quietly listening to his colleagues plans for the off time they got

- you're riding your bike stopping at the red light in the intersection

- your bent over position and tight leather suit catch the attention of the men

- one of them, a tall bulky Scott sporting a close-cropped mawhawk whistles in apreciation

- the engine rumble and the music in your earphones prevent you from hearing the lewd sound

- simon spots imediately, eyes shrouded in recognition, an infenetly small change that other wise anyone would overlook

- Johnny has a keen eye and a fascination with his Lt. Making him much more interested in noticing such traitorous change in the stoic man's posture

- Johnny starts commenting on the hooked stare to your form, Kyle's attention piques at that

- but the comment dies on his lips as you turn, visor pointed at the group

- and then you wave at them, at Simon, but the two sergeants don't know that

- not until the massive shadow moves toward you ignoring his companions protests, brown eyes glued to you

- the moment he gets near your bike you pat the seat behind you

- Simon barely has time to get his feet on the stands, grabbing your waist by instinct, which, due to his far taller stature makes him fold his body flush against yours, one hand on the gas rezervoir and one hand snaked around your stomach

- the light turns green and you turn the acceleration lurching you forward

- both Johnny and Kyle remain dumbfounded at the events witnessed, not quite believing the reality at this point

- they turn to look at eachother, shock plastered on their handsome faces

- 'steaming jesus' the utterance hangs in the air

- they will make their personal mission to find out more about the mysterious rider that just whisked their superior from under their noses

[1-800-cuupid]

When those sparkles shine through your eyes When the passion light up the night Can you feel all the fire inside the sweetness of your smile?

Remember My Name - Chace

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost Chapter 1: Intro and Museum/Mystery Teams are Disguised as Exhibits/Meeting Two Horror Writers 

In Night of History of the Museums now closed for nights. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace used to be close to locked up, they held papers in folders. They walked away unnoticed Mystery Teams and Scooby Doo Team disguised as exhibiting. Velma in disguise of Rome. Fred and Daphne in disguise of Medieval. Shaggy and Scooby in disguise of Pre-History of Caveman survival against Sabertooth.

Girls' Clues Club Teams are disguised as Royals: Sarah: Queen, Sapphire (Sarah's Dog/Kitsune): Guard, Samantha (Sarah's Polter Dog/Polter Kitsune): Guard, Ruby (Sarah's Palisman Dog/Kitsune): Guard, Laura: Princess, Sardonyx (Laura's Polter Cat): Alicorn, and Sparkle-Sprinkles (Laura's Palisman Cat/Butterfly): Fairy Butterfly

Mystery Skulls Teams are disguised as Royals Pt2: Lewis Pepper: King, Vivi Yukino: Queen, Arthur Kingsmen: Knight, Mystery the Dog/Kitsune (Vivi's Dog/Kitsune): Guard, and Daniela Kingsmen/Schmidt: Princess 

Mystery Investigators Teams are disguised as Royals Pt3: Marie Pepper: Princess, Maxy Yukino: Prince, Stephanie Kingsmen: Warrior, and Blossom the Poodle Dog/Kitsune (Maxy's Poodle Dog/Kitsune): Guard 

Mystery Skulls Teams of Associates are disguised as Royal Fairytale: John Kingsmen: Guard (like his Ancestor), Marco Silver: Prince, and Starla Miller: Princess 

The Sector Mystery Teams are disguised as The Adventure Heroes: Bart Minnie: King, Matilda Weld: Queen, Josh Rivas: Knight, Miles the Dog/Kitsune (Bart's Dog/Kitsune): Musketeer, Molly the Dog/Kitsune (Matilda's Dog/Kitsune): Musketeer, Jaxson the Dog/Kitsune (Josh's Dog/Kitsune): Musketeer, Eve Rosebell: Princess, Ava Lee: Princess, and Darling the Dog (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel/CKCS) (Ava's Dog): Magic Warrior 

Mystery Ideas Teams are disguised as The Heroes' Legend: Cera Minnie: Queen, Mike Weld: Samurai, Ecole Rivas: The Sorceress, Misti the Dog/Kitsune (Mike's Dog/Kitsune): Ninja, Maisy Pepper/Minnie: Enchantress (like her Ancestor, Glinda), and Claude the Puppy/Dog (Maisy’s Puppy/Dog): Warrior 

The Amazing Mystery Teams are disguised as The Adventure Savior-Heroes: Lewon Minnie: Prince, Viana Weld: Princess, Arther Rivas: Warrior, Myisha the Dog/Kitsune (Viana's Dog/Kitsune): The Sorceress, and Gill the Hamster/Dog/Kitsune (Arther's Hamster/Dog/Kitsune): Wizard 

Mystery Hunters Teams are disguised as The Royal Guardians: Lewinn Minnie: King, Vicki Weld: Queen, Albert Rivas: The Cloaked Hood, and Mira the Dog/Kitsune (Vicki’s Dog/Kitsune): Warrior 

Mystery Slayers Teams are disguised as Fantasy's Heroes: Landon Minnie: Prince, Vera Weld: Princess, Aaron Rivas: King, Maren the Dog/Kitsune (Vera’s Dog/Kitsune): Knight, and Alden the Dog/Kitsune (Aaron’s Dog/Kitsune): Knight 

Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace walk away, Mummy Casks creaking open sound. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace are shocked and scared to go backwards away to fearful and notice that Shaggy in disguise as Caveman with a stone weapon survives against Scooby in disguise as Sabertooth.

He backs away as he accidentally press the button on the display Shaggy and Scooby are standing still on, which causes the lights to go on as the speaker speaks, scaring him and causing him to drop his paperwork.

Speaker: Early man’s struggle for survival was a harsh one. (Dr. Dean looks behind him at it and sighs in relief.) Threats to his existence were everywhere.

Speaker: Fortunately, man had his greater intelligence to help him survive.

Two warrior monsters with their weapons appear out of the tomb, preparing to attack them. Shaggy and Scooby get scared upon seeing this.

Speaker: It is with the use of tools that humans learned to overcome their savage enemies. Please move to the next exhibit.

The Lights on the exhibit go off as the warriors move slowly toward Dr. Dean. Dean had just finished picking up his paperwork when the warriors raised their weapons.

Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace picked papers back together in folders. Four Mummies are scared of Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace that Shaggy and Scooby warn behind you. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace are scared that the exhibits are real life. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace are fleeing.

Rest Mystery Teams and Scooby Doo Team have chased after four Mummies chased them. Shaggy and Scooby are scary. Two mysterious tripped four mummies to crash. They meet Two mysterious steps out from behind the curtains.

Daphne: Who are they?

Velma: I don’t believe it! You’re Ben Ravencroft!

Matilda: Oh my God! You’re Flik Galloway!

Sarah: Hm? Do they have fans of Two Horror Writers?

Velma: The famous horror writer! 

Matilda: Yes! I’ve read a few of his books before. 

Horror Writer: That’s right. 

Other Horror Writer: Yes, right. 

The man is now known as Mr. Ben Ravencroft, other man is now known as Flik Galloway smiling them

Ben: Now let’s see who they are 

Flik: Agree.

Ben walked up to the 4 monsters before taking off one of their masks. Flik took off one of their masks. 

Dr. Dean: It’s Perkins!

Dr. Chace: ! it’s Blake! 

Velma then took off the other mask, Matilda took off the other mask too 

Velma: And Griswald!

Matilda: And Hugo!

Sarah: Disgruntled archaeologists from the museum's Babylonian project. They were upset with you for cutting their funding, Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace.

Perkins: And we would've gotten away with it too. If it wasn't for this meddling… writer!

Blake: Agreed... Meddling Writer!

The guards arrest them.

Shaggy: Like, that’s a twist.

Fred: Yeah, well, at least, he didn't call us kids. I hate that.

Daphne (To Ben): Guess you beat us to the punch, Mr. Ravencroft.

Sarah (To Flik): What that’s true? Mr. Galloway.

Ben: Sorry, I didn't mean to upstage you.

Flik: Right, true

Fred: So what WERE you doing here?

Ben: I was doing research on my latest novel when I saw the archaeologists acting suspiciously and decided to investigate.

Flik: Hmm, I think.

Velma: Mr. Ravencroft, I am a huge fan of your work. I have read all your books in which my opinion are the best horror stories ever written.

Matilda: Mr. Galloway, I'm a fan of your work, I have read all your books with horror. The best horror stories ever written.

She shakes his hand.

Ben (Taken aback by her enthusiasm): Uh, thanks, Velma.

Velma: (gasps in amazement) You know my name?

Flik: Uh, thanks, Matilda.

Matilda: You know my name? Right.

Ben: And Daphne's and Fred's. (Scooby taps his shoulder with his tail get to his attention on him and Shaggy) (Chuckles) And Scooby and Shaggy of course.

Scooby: (Giggling)

Flik: Wait, Mystery Inc. with Mystery Teams? Right.

Ben: I've admired your work unraveling supernatural mysteries for some time now. I mean, basically we're in the same business of mystery and the occult, right?

Flik: Hm, it’s supernatural horror mysteries... same business is a mystery... true.

Velma: Oh please, what we do pales in comparison with the sheer palpable fright of your novels.

Ben: I wouldn't say that.

Velma: I mean, take the Dead Mall for example; oh, that creepy jewelry store owner was an incredibly complex character.

Ben: You're very kind. Listen Velma, I'm going back to my hometown in Massachusetts this weekend. To the house where I worked my early books. I go back every year for the fall color. It's very peaceful and relaxing. Why don't you and your friends come visit?

Velma: (gasps) Really? Oh, that would be great! Uh, wouldn't it gang?

Daphne: Yeah. We can use a break from all these spooky mysteries.

Ben: And Oakhaven does have one of the best restaurants in New England.

Shaggy: Like we're sold! Eh, Scoob?

Scooby: Yeah. (Laughs)

Sarah Q: Right, going to the Town of Oakhaven.

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For @laurasanchez36

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me

All belongs to my msa x sd ocs sonas and my new msa x sd ocs sonas 

All belongs to her msa x sd ocs sonas and her new msa x sd ocs sonas

Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series Shows

Scooby Doo SD belongs to WB (Warner Bros) and HB (Hanna Barbera) of Animated Movies and TV Series Shows

[transingthoseformers]

Poor Rewind is one of Blaster's cassettes. He did not expect to be on the bridge for that call. That his conjux was a deep cover agent who got discovered and Domesticated by the DJD. Dominus is being returned in a prisoner exhange. He's torn between horror, elation, and bouncing through random stages of greif like a supper bouncy ball on speed.

Pharma showing up with the bitty in his cockpit to prisoner exchange. He's at least had a cursory wipe down but he still has smudges of purple. Pharma has no idea how he even feels about the bitty other than relieved it's not purple. As he's being walked to the halfway point Soundwave hands him an energon spattered crate. "Recompense offered: fulfills Deceticon law." It has Tarn's vaulve array, gestational tank still attached. Pharma just looks at him like dafuk? "Explanation: Gladiators forced to carry or stud sparklings pre-war. Decepticon law: Pharma entitled to salient anatomy from Tarn." Pharma looks dully at Soundwave "Why?" "Target Practice: comon. Ritual Smelting: very popular. Interface aid: strongly discouraged but occurs."

Ratchet's bustling Pharma and the bitty into the medical bay prety when Prowl and OP show up to debrief. Not only are they dodging wrenches, poor Dominus is seting up a fearful ruckus in his crate, but Pharma sees Prowl and pounces bitty still in his cockpit.

"You! You! Yooouuu! This is all your fault! You knew the DJD were there! You're Prowl! You had toooo!" This is the first flash of emotion to break through Pharma's flat dull affect. Optimus is able to keep him from from clawing Prowl's optics out while Ratchet chaces Prowl out of the medbay. Once Prowl is out of sight Optimus has his arms full of a sobbing jet.

Yep, oh rewind

I mean... it's (slightly) (slightlyy) better circumstances than canon? And i feel like Doms will live this time around

I. shit they barely cleaned him up, that's gotta be such a feeling to be Pharma.

*choking noises* soundwaveee

No mercy for Tarn

wow this au's dark, we are evil

So Tarn's been spayed n neutered

Target practice: common is gonna stick with me today because may i suggest this option for Pharma.

Ratchet being an MVP like soundwave

PROWL

Oppy's here for him, Prowl's gonna have to answer some unhappy questions soon enough

[zandra-lang-cave]

It's that time. A small story based on my headcanons and thoughts of how the bots started their path to become rescuers.

Disclaimer, i dont know anything about the lore of the aligned continuity. I know bits and pices, but not enough for these ideas to work in canon. So anyone who is looking for canon following writings, this post (and my blog in general) aint for you.

Now, with that aside. the first one in the choping block is........

CHASE

The clasic noir movie fan, stickle up for the rules and no nonsense bot that has probably some form of autism! Yeah, I have thoughts about him. To be real he is my least favorite of the A team but is mainly cuase I relate to him the least, that's how my brain work is rare for me to like a character I can't relate to.

But personal preferences aside, let's look at my thoughts/ideas on one of my babies!

This is how I think his first few days/months of being alive went.

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If someone ever asks what he remembers from before entering the forge, the answer will be... complicated, the best he could come with was "it feels like waking up from a long recharge," but he does remember what he felt when entering the forge.

He heard a voice, a very warm voice calling him, he still couldn't understand what it was at the time, but thinking back, it was definitely primus telling him what he would be known has.

Then he heard a gruft voice calling him, guiding him. A forger they call themselves. He explained what was happening. His spark needed a body since he got out of the well before he was ready.

"Yeah, this one Is definitely a velocitronian, eager to get out of the well like the lots of them. land base favorable frame and tin plating. too tin for any healty cybertronian" they speak, both to him and themselves "this one is going to need some help, don't worry your processor little light. You'll be redy to race to your sparks will in a few kliks, " the extranger tells him. He still couldn't see anything, but the voice reassured him greatly.

He remembered it being a slow process. At the time, he wasn't sure why. He just wanted it to be done fast so he could move freely. He really underestimated how delicate and important the process of helping a protofor with their bodies was.

When he was finally ready, he opened his optics and was met with the face of someone, another cybertronian, his mind told him. Even though he still didn't understand what that was, the forger helped with his first steps and guide to the process of knowing what and who he was.

"So what's your name, little light?" They ask.

"Chase," he answered in a small voice.

"Well, welcome to the land of the living Chace. You can call me Frostblast. Now let's give you a small tour, ok sparkling?" They tell him with a smile that seems warm despite their name.

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Velocitron was... nice. It was an adjustment time after spending his first few cycles in a crash course of how things work here. But when he was finally let loose, a part of him was happy.

His first task was to scan an altmode. It was an odd experience for the first time, but he followed the advice he was given and just listened to his spark. He found the perfect alt mode.

The next step was to race his first race.

He really didn't understand how much he craved being able to drive to his spark content until he was racing for the first time. An amicable race with nothing on the line besides the satisfaction of winning. A standard procedure for any new sparkling that joins Velocitron.

It was nice. The speed, the wind in his frame, the friendly competition. It all just makes him so happy. This was a memory he kept deep in his spark. You never forget your first race has a velocitronian.

Life could only get better.

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Life in velocitron was... harsh.

Don't get him wrong, he love his colony. But life was hard to bots that were not like him.

He was lucky. He can admit that his frame was the perfect average for a velocitronian. Nothing extraordinary but far from the worst to have on this planet.

His neighbor thought, that's a different story. She got it rough.

He met her after a few decacycles of arriving in velocitron. He had already joined a few races, he never won first place but manege to stay in the top 5 so he always ended with decent prices. This time It was a small competition for some rare energon treats. He was curious about them since it was the first time he saw something other than liquid energon, so he went for it.

He spots a lone bulky bot in a corner of the waiting room for the race. No one getting close to them and them not getting close to anyone. He got curious, so he chose to aproche the random bot. They didn't seem dangerous, they're bulky green frame had a lot of scratches and dents, but that just meant they probably raced in dangerous terrain. An experience racer by their looks.

"Hi," he start "the names is Cha-" he was interrupted.

"I know who you are rookie" they said to him in an annoying tone "the new hot racer of the zone" they said in fake excitement "You ain't even won first place in a race and your alredy popular, for primus sake" they add in a small tone.

All of their annoyance pass over his helm. Has they said he was still a rookie in pretty much everything. Including detecting others' sarcasm.

"Oh, well, nice to meet you. Can I get your name?" He asks. still unaware of the other annoyance and every other bot starting to stare at them.

The bot look arround the room before getting close to Chase "listen rookie" they say close to his faceplate. "I'm gonna give you some advice. Don't get close to bots like me for your sake and theirs. Don't go looking for trouble, " they finish. A voice sound from the speakers calling to all the racers. The stranger starts to move to the racetrack before being stopped by Chase's voice.

"I still didn't get your name," he says to them "its rude to know another's bot name when they don't know yours"

The bot watches him healm to pedes with disdain. But he could also see a small spark of curiosity in the other bot.

"Tell you what, rookie. Win the race, and I answer your questions," they challenged.

"That sounds like a deal," Chase said with a smile before following the rest to the racetrack.

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He'll be liying if he said he wasn't intrigued. There was something about the other bot that confused him. They seem to be an experienced racer, but no one wanted to be close to them. That was odd. He might be new, but has far has he understood experience racers are popular in velocitron, but no bot looked to be wanting to get close to them. He wanted to get to know the extranger better, maybe even be friends, that be nice.

This was the first time he actually felt motivated to win a race.

He really pushed himself harder than any other race before. And it shows since he ended up winning the race. Thought he was met with a surprise when he looked at the scoring board. Thera was the picture of the bot he met, their name on it, but the picture wasn't anywhere near where he thought it would be.

The bot, she/her pronouns, Landslide was her name based on the screen. She was the last one in the race. He was surprised, by the way she looked, she should have been in a better spot. Curiosity strikes him again.

When he was called to the podium, he tried to look for her on the crowd. He spotted her green frame, leaving the place, a bit more scratch and dented than before. Odd, the track didn't have any obstacles that would leave that much damage.

After he got his prize, he followed the path Landslide took. Funny enough, she lives at the same building he does.

"Landslid, wait!" Chase screams at her.

Landslide stops in her path and turns around to look at Chase. A small surprise could be looked in her optics.

"What's the matter rookie?, though I wouldn't hear from you after the race, " she says.

"Why will I do that. It's just a -" Landslide interjected him before he could finish.

"Careful sparkling. Don't say things you can't get back. Especially in the middle of the street, " she warned him. "Tell you what, share some of those treats you just win, and I'll give you a crash course on how to act in this colony"

"But I already got my guide course done," Chase says.

"The official one, maybe. But you need more street smarts if you don't want to get Mob in the streets, " she teased him "lets go to my place. This ain't a chat you want bots to hear"

"Alright," Chase says before following Landslide to the building.

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Landslide place was small, it was one of the cheapest apartments in the building so it make sence. But the fact that Landslide was definitely older and more experienced than him made Chase wonder why she didn't live in a better place. She should have a few big wins on her name.

"So, listen, rookie." Landslide starts with a serious tone while she grab some of the treats from the table."You are still new to the planet, so bots will give you time to adjust. But that time has limit, if you don't know how to act before that time is done you'll be an outcast" she pause for a moment before adding "like me" she finish before starting eating the treats while giving Chase time to process what she just said.

"But... why?" Chase asks after a moment. "You seem like an experienced racer. Everyone should follow you with praises and admiration." He finished.

Landslide watches Chase for a klik, thinking of how to explain it to Chase.

"Chase, look at you. What do you describe your frame?" She says in a calm tone.

"Well, I'm smaller than the average bot. And plating is tinner than most. And I have a mostly blue body with gray accents due to my alt mode. But I don't see why that has to do with this conversation"

"I'm getting there, slow for a klik rookie," Landslide tease "now how do you describe my frame?" She asks.

"Big, green, bulky, and rough," Chase speaks dryly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Landslide sight before speaking "rookie, it has to do with everything. This planet decides everything by racing. If you are not good for it, then you're a nobody at best. And a target at worst" Landslide tone sounds resign "you are right saying I'm an experience racer. I was one of the first velocitronians that spawn after we colonized this planet. I remember the time before racing became everything here. I saw how cybertronians like me whose frame didn't make them racers to the standar of this world got slowly shoved into the shadows. Bots like me don't get a chance to live, only to survive" she direct her sight to Chase before adding "meanwhile bots like you can have everything I have work vorns to get in just a few cycles" Landslide states bitterly.

Chase was silent for a few kliks. He could hear landslide eating the treats, but he could also hear the distant sound of speeding bots racing.

"It's just racing," he finally adds, "win or lose, good or bad at it. Why does it matter?" He asks.

"That's just how the ones in power choose to rule this place," Landslide answered. She sees how Chase starts to look at her with pity. "Don't do that," she says.

"Do what?" Chase ask.

"Looking me with pity," she answer "look rookie. I might have it bad, but I could be worse. I might not be able to win any big race, but u can get by just fine smashing the rookies, " she jokes.

"But you lose today," Chase says, worry.

"Yeah, I'll admit. These old pedes are getting rusty" she says while taping her limbs "either that or the new sparklings are spawning better at racing" she jokes while she grabs Tha last few of the treats "though you could use some practice in your turns. You give a lot of spaces for bots to pass you, " she finishes.

Chase stay silent for a moment, processing all that they just discussed, all while the racing noise from outside starts to feel heavy in Chases audio receptors.

He thought how landslide was older, older than most racers, yet she lost a race of mostly rookies like him. It's getting harder for her to race, he thought. Yet it's something that comes naturally to him.

"Teach me," he says.

"What you said sparkling?" Landslide ask.

"How to race. Teach me how to become a better racer, " he elaborates with determination in his voice.

"And why on primus good will should I do that?" She answer with disdain "rookie I got enough problems in my life and you ain't gonna become one of them."

"I'll give you part of my wins," he offers. "You have race since the start of this system. You have to know alot of tricks to win, specially since you werent built for it" Chase look at the dents and scratch in landslide frame before adding "the other racers are the ones that do that damage to you right? Teach me all you know, and I will share the wins so you don't have to race anymore." Chase finish with determination.

Landslide watch Chase top to bottom. Questioning if he has any hidden motives.

"Do you know what you are risking?" She ask "you are built to become one of the top racers on the zone. Scrap, maybe the planet!, but if you stay by my side, you lose all the benefits that will give you. Why risk that for a bot you just met?"

"Because it is not fair that bots like you have to deal with that," Chase answered without missing a klik.

Landslide stay silent just watch Chase right in the optics has if trying to see deep with in him.

"Ok. I'm smart enough to know when I'm been bested, " she answers."I'll see you with in a decacycle at the entrance of the crystal gardens. From there I take you to a secure training center, I know a bot that will let us train there without questions" she Pause for a klik before adding "this will have to be on the down low. We don't want any bots knowing we have this deal, or else it will end bad for the both of us. Got it, rookie?" She finishes while extending a servo towards Chase.

"You got a deal landslide!" Chase answer.

They both shake servos. Sementing the start of a friendship will make an impact in both of their lives.

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And done. I'm been writing this since Wednesday! I was so excited when I finally got an idea for how I thought Chase early life in velocitron would have been like.

If he seems out of character, that's by choice. He's fresh out of the well, so his personality hasn't set yet, so I want it to reflect that but have a few hints of what will eventually be his canon personality.

I personally believe Chase didn't become his canon self until he got to the rescue bots academy on cybertron. So when I eventually write that, I will show how I believe he becomes like that.

Also, for those who might like landslides, she is an important OC I give for Chase arc.

Spoiler alert, is velocitron. If you know your lore, you know her fate.

[carrythispictureforluck]

10 favourite songs, thank you loves @chace-vito @ryder-the-writer

this took me too long.. I'm including favs from the last 6 months plus some all time favs. Also bonus some of my fav lyrics too!

1. This is for real - motion city soundtrack

You are the night light Ripping through my wicked world How you make it sparkle and glow

2. Carry your throne - jon bellion

Church bells let me ring them She looked back, said, "Baby This your kingdom

3. As lovers go - dashboard confessional

You've got wits you've got looks You've got passion but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight

4. Weak - AJR

And no thank you is how it should've gone I should stay strong But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?

5. Hum hallelujah - fall out boy

I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light

6. How to save a life - the fray

And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life

7. False god - taylor swift

Religion's in your lips Even if it's a false god We'd still worship

8. Sunday morning - maroon 5

In darkness she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me

9. ivy - taylor swift

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

10. Carry this picture - dashboard confessional

Your smile is the most genuine thing I've ever seen. I was so lost, but now, I believe

Tagging anyone who wants to do this! Be prepared to be at wars with yourself trying to pick 10.

[tinseltownevents]

ROOM ASSIGNMENTS

24-hour front desk

Laundry service

Fitness center

​24-hour room service

LODGE SUITES

Adria Arjona & Taylor Swift Suite 202

Alexandra Daddario & Ryan Gosling Suite 204

Allison Williams & Norman Reedus Suite 206

Aly Michalka & Taylor Kitsch Suite 208

Andrew Garfield & Tyler Hoechlin Suite 210

Andy Biersack & Ryan Reynolds Suite 212

Andy Hurley & Robbie Amell Suite 214

Andy Samberg & Pete Wentz Suite 216

Anna Camp & Victoria Justice Suite 218

Anna Kendrick & Shay Mitchell Suite 220

Anya Taylor Joy & Bill Skarsgard Suite 201

Ariana Grande & Samara Weaving Suite 203

Ashley Benson & Chad Michael Murray Suite 205

Awsten Knight & Michael B Jordan Suite 207

Blake Lively & Tom Hardy Suite 209

Brendon Urie & Liam Hemsworth Suite 211

Brittany Snow & Miles Teller Suite 213

Caity Lotz & Penn Badgley Suite 215

Cara Delevingne & Maika Monroe Suite 217

Chris Hemsworth & Jeremy Allen White Suite 219

PRIVATE CABINS

Christina Aguilera & Selena Gomez Cabin Snowfall

Dianna Agron & Joe Keery Cabin Evergreen

Ed Westwick & Jensen Ackles Cabin Snowboard

Elizabeth Olsen & Madelaine Petsch Cabin Glittering

Emma Mackey & Phoebe Tonkin Cabin Snowflake

Emmy Rossum & Kat Dennings Cabin Sparkling

Florence Pugh & Lucy Hale Cabin Snow

Glen Powell & Jack O'Connell Cabin Snowstorm

Halsey & Lea Michele Cabin Ski

Henry Cavill & Zac Efron Cabin Snowman

Julianna Hough & Austin Butler Cabin Freeze

Kat McNamara & Chace Crawford Cabin Slushy

Katheryn Winnick & Karl Urban Cabin Blanket

Katie Cassidy & Chris Pine Cabin Glove

Kelli Berglund & Evan Peters Cabin Beanie

Leighton Meester & Skeet Ulrich Cabin Snowbird

Madison Beer & Anthony Mackie Cabin Boot

Margot Robbie & Sebastian Stan Cabin Sled

Minka Kelly & Chris Evans Cabin Earmuff

Shelley Hennig & Dylan O'Brien Cabin Icicle

Sydney Sweeney & Shane West Cabin Blizzard

[lumiererevemedias]

NEON REVERIE : RED VELVET COUTURE • GRAND OPENING

Tonight marked a milestone for both velvet couture. and Neon Reverie, as the city's most anticipated event of the year unfolded before a crowd of eager and fashionable guests. The grand opening of Velvet Couture, a clothing brand that artfully blends Coquette Aesthetic elegance, had drawn an impressive crowd— an eclectic mix of influencers, models, artists, and vloggers. All eyes were on the stunning collections that were about to be unveiled, but one of the highlight of the evening was yet to come: Neon Reverie, the rising korean-japanese band with a growing fanbase, was set to take the stage and provide the soundtrack to an unforgettable night.

As the clock struck 7:00 PM, the event kicked off with an opening speech from Miss Paris, the charismatic founder of Velvet Couture. She thanked everyone for attending and expressed her excitement to finally showcase her vision to the world. Her words were met with applause, but the real buzz came when she introduced the next part of the evening—Neon Reverie’s performance.

Backstage, the members of Neon Reverie were buzzing with energy, each in their own world of preparation. Haruto, ever the performer, absentmindedly tapped a drumstick against his hand as he surveyed the room. His eyes danced over the sea of guests—some familiar faces, some new. The anticipation was almost palpable. His nerves were calmed by the rhythm of the drumstick in his hand. Meanwhile, Touma, always one to capture a moment, was busy snapping photos of Howl, his eyes lighting up with passion for photography even in the moments before they took the stage. Maki, the social butterfly, was deep in conversation with some of the guests, effortlessly weaving through the crowd with his signature charm. And Chace, ever the water-lover, stood near the pool, his gaze lingering on the sparkling water. He had always been a swimmer, but tonight, the idea of diving into a pool party after their performance filled him with an extra sense of excitement.

An hour later, the moment had arrived. The lights dimmed, and the crowd hushed as Velvet Couture’s opening event reached its peak. Neon Reverie’s name echoed through the speakers, and the boys walked confidently onto the stage. The audience erupted into applause, but it was the sound of their own hearts pounding in their chests that kept the band members grounded. Maki took the mic first, smiling warmly at the crowd.

"Thank you so much to Miss Paris for inviting us to perform here tonight," he began. "It’s truly an honor to be part of this incredible event."

The band was ready, and without missing a beat, they dove into their first song—Love Girl. The track, which had earned them the title of champions at the recent Battle of the Bands, sent an electric current through the crowd. The reaction was beyond what they had expected—the cheers and claps rising higher than the stage lights. It was a confirmation, a reminder of why they were there.

As the final chords of Love Girl reverberated into the night air, Haruto grabbed the mic, his ever-present charisma filling the space. "Alright, alright, let’s take a moment to hydrate," he said with a wink, his voice smooth and engaging. "But first, tell me—who here is wearing Velvet Couture tonight?"

The crowd, already entranced by the music, responded eagerly. Haruto continued, effortlessly guiding the conversation, offering suggestions to guests who might be unsure which pieces to choose from the collection. He even joked about how the right outfit could go from casual chic to formal elegance depending on the occasion.

Touma, sipping on his bottled water, flashed a mischievous grin as he took over the mic. "Yeah, I think Haruto’s right," he said, his voice laced with a cheeky tone. "But honestly, you can’t go wrong with any of these pieces. I mean, look at us!" He gestured to the band, still in their stylish yet relaxed performance outfits. The audience laughed, the mood light and playful.

Once the boys had hydrated and caught their breath, it was time for the next song. Touma gave Haruto a knowing look—a cue to start the beat. The opening notes of Cinderella filled the air, and the band poured their energy into the performance. With each passing note, the crowd’s energy surged. The cheers grew louder, the connection between the band and the guests growing stronger with every word sung. As the song neared its conclusion, the noise from the crowd was almost deafening, a roar of appreciation that washed over the boys like a wave.

Overwhelmed by the support, Haruto couldn’t help but beam with pride. "Thank you, thank you, everyone!" he shouted into the mic, his voice shaking with emotion. "We hope you enjoyed the songs we picked for you tonight. We’re so grateful to be here, and we can't wait to see what’s next!"

The band gathered together, their hearts still racing from the performance. They exchanged smiles and high-fives, sharing the joy of the moment. The crowd continued to cheer as they left the stage, but it wasn’t just about the music. It was the feeling that they had created something special, something unforgettable. The night had been a celebration of Velvet Couture’s bold vision and Neon Reverie’s rise to the top, and it was clear that this was only the beginning.

After the performance, the boys mingled with the guests, their faces still lit with excitement. Chace, who had been eyeing the pool all evening, finally took the opportunity to slip away, ready for the much-anticipated post-performance pool party. The rest of the band followed soon after, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they celebrated their success—and the new friendships they had forged in the process. Tonight, Velvet Couture had officially arrived and Neon Reverie had solidified their place as the band to watch.

[libidomechanica]

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purple rise may answer, a     steps and cried, a lonely such as fear not, but love my song,     which did not be unrespected

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[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 117

~*Emma~*~

This was fun! The water was cold as fuck, but after that we kicked their asses. Alissa and Mina did not eat those muffins. We're not stupid. The spider in the shot glass did get me. I thought it was fake until I looked closer and it moved. I may have kicked it a bit harder than I'd planned. I heard the crash and breakage. Hope that furry eight-legged fucker died.

After pelting them with Nerf balls and running to our rooms, we waited to make sure they weren't coming and assembled in my room. While out borrowing Nerf guns from a rec center we stocked up on snacks and booze. We had a very drunken slumber party.

The men were gone when we got up. It was nice to not have to lick the food before eating it.

Mina looked at Alissa and me, "I'm ready for this to be over."

I snickered, "Turning him on the other night has left me..."

All three of us said, "Horny."

Charles and Kelli were with us. Charles was smiling, "Crook your little fingers and they'll give in."

Alissa screwed up her face in thought, "Should we let them think they won?"

"No." Kelli said and she shook her head quickly.

There was something in her face. "You know something."

Kelli raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

My heart leapt when Sebastian came through the patio doors. His tan made his blue eyes look like the ocean. His smile made them sparkle. He's beautiful and I adore him. The butterflies in my stomach took flight. I fought against my desire to jump up, tackle him, and cover him in kisses.

All of them were carrying large bouquets of flowers. Sebastian grinned, "They don't have French cheese here. Do these look like cheese?" The flowers were yellow that darkened to orange. They did kind of look like cheese. My hand was over my heart. I started to stand and he stopped me, "There's more."

They pulled out white boxes with dark blue lettering. I remembered seeing the shop when we were out shopping. Inside were a pair of silver earrings. A beaded hoop was attached to a French wire with a small blue stone hang from the bottom.

Will was holding the same box out to Alissa, "A symbol of your sisterhood."

Ethan tossed a box to Charles and looked at Kelli, "Didn't want to leave you out."

That was incredibly sweet. Sebastian winked at me. He knew she'd been feeling on the outside.

Sebastian dug in his pocket and pulled out another box. The others were doing the same. He didn't need to do this. None of them did. I glanced a Chace, who was filming, and quickly realized this was part of the game, part of the fun. My box held a necklace with a chain similar to the beaded hoops. A silver disk was stamped with the words, "May the sun warm your heart and the waves soothe your soul." There were two small beads, one white and one the same as the earrings, hanging in front of the disk.

The necklace was perfect. The words were very me. Waves did soothe my soul. The first touch of the ocean on my feet seemed to right things that were askew, even if I didn't know they were. I put both jewelry boxes on the table with the flowers and wrapped my arms around him.

I snuggled my nose against his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like Sebastian with a side of the sea. My two favorite scents. I felt my body relax like I do at the ocean and felt the butterflies flutter around  as warmth flooded over me like it does when Sebastian is near. I kissed the soft stretch of skin below his ear lobe, my tongue darting out to taste him. I whispered, "I love you."

Sebastian squeezed me tightly, "I love you too, baby."

We kissed before sitting down. Sebastian took my chair, pulling me onto his lap, and using his fingers to eat off my plate, "You ladies just sit down? You haven't touched your food."

The three of us shook our heads. My hand went to my stomach, as did Mina's. Alissa put her hand over her mouth, "Hungover."

I grinned, "Too much tequila."

Mina's smile matched mine, "And junk food."

Ethan asked the question I’m sure they all had, "How? You were locked in the bedrooms."

We laughed. I ran my fingers through Sebastian's hair, "Doors weren't locked."

"Only were for five minutes that first night."

"You all gave up way too easy."

Sebastian's mouth hung open, "I slept on a top bunk for no reason?"

Chace pretended to take offense, "Do not disrespect my hospitality."

Sebastian's face lit up with faked enthusiasm, "It was a fun slumber party."

Will wasn't ready to move on, "What went on last night? We heard the doors slam."

His wife stroked down his nose, "Oh sweet summer child. After slamming the doors, we went upstairs."

Mina smacked the back of Ethan’s head, "You all didn't even check?"

Ethan rubbed his head, "After the muffin incident, we stayed away from the doors. Thought you might have booby-trapped them."

The three of us laughed, "We didn't eat the muffins."

Sebastian gasped, "I have a bruise on my ass." He stood up to show me. There was a mark on the back of his thigh.

"Not really your ass, babe."

He sat back down, "Close enough."

At some point during the day the tiny bruise on his "ass" was posted on Instagram with the caption, "Nerf gun snipers. We deserved it. Video soon."

We had two more days in paradise. Today was make-up play day. We all headed out on a boat and spent the day on the water. After dinner, the guys started editing all the footage from the last couple of days. The girls looked over their shoulders. Neither of us had seen the reaction and planning videos we'd shot separately. Since Chace had filmed them he would point and say, "Watch this.", "This is good." and "Idiots."

They were all sucked into transitions, voice-overs, and captions. While it was interesting, there were other more interesting things I wanted to do. I moved behind Sebastian, running my hands from his shoulders to his chest, and kissing his neck. "I'm going to bed."

Sebastian turned his head to kiss me, "Ok, I'll be up in a little bit."

I moved close to his ear and whispered huskily, “Am nevoie de tine pentru a-mi trage dracu, Sebas-tian." <I need you to fuck me>

"On second thought I'll go with you." He stood up so fast I had to jump back. "Night everyone." He grabbed my hand and took off toward the door. He stomped up the stairs, pulling me behind him, "You are going to be the death of me."

"I hope you mean that in a good way."

"The very best way." He slammed the door behind us and pulled me against him, "I missed you. I missed being in your bed."

I giggled, his scruff tickling my neck, "You could have come up last night."

He pulled back and looked at me, "And kicked the other two out?"

"Brought their men to carry them off."

He scooped me up, "Like this?” and headed to the bed.

"Exactly like this."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kicked my feet. "Such a big strong man."

He started to smile, "Such a gorgeous strong woman." Sebastian climbed onto the bed and set me down gently. The touch of his lips was soft, lingering a few seconds before backing away. A whisper, "I love you." Another kiss, this time firmer, more needy. His voice was stronger too, "I want you." He backed off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before his eyes raked up my body with a look that burned. "Take off your fucking clothes."

What could have been laughable was incredibly hot. I kicked my panties off before stripping away my dress, leaving me naked, "This what you want?"

Sebastian's tongue slid over his lips, "No, but it's a start."

My eyes were drawn to movement. He was rolling the condom on what looked to be a painfully hard cock. "You first?"

He nodded slowly, "You know I'll take care of you."

"I do know."

The bed dipped with his weight as he moved between my legs. I reached for him only to be stopped by his hands. He pinned my hands beside my head, our fingers laced. Sebastian shook his head slowly, "I just want to feel one thing." With that he slid inside me in one slow long push.

I gasped in slow motion, "Oh god." I pulled at my arms, wanting to touch him.

Sebastian wasn't having it, "No." He kissed me hard and increased the pressure holding me down.

 Between him holding my hands, the weight of his body, and the pounding of his hips into mine, I was left me unable to get away. Not that I wanted to. I was completely under his control. And completely safe. There was something to be said for being taken. No responsibility. No choice. Just pleasure. First his, then mine.

Sebastian didn't release my hands as he came. He dropped his weight completely on me, his labored breathing against my neck. "I love fucking you."

 "You do it so well."

He lifted his head, a huge grin on his face, "Good response." After giving me a smacking kiss, he pushed off my hands and went down on me. He didn't let up. He pushed my body hard. Still, it took me a while. His warm mouth on me, his tongue sending shockwaves through my lower body. It built and built until a wave broke over me, knocking the air out me. I cried out for him as my back arched off the bed. Before my back hit the mattress I started laughing. I ran my hands through his hair while he left wet kisses up my body. Squirming and laughing, I said, "Thank you."

 This kiss was slow and sensual. It stopped the laughter for the duration of the kiss, but it picked right up again. "I'm so happy."

 "Me too." He rolled to his side next to me and gathered me in his arms. "I love when I make you laugh."

 The occasional giggle was still coming, "What's the equivalent for you?"

 "Your special blow jobs. With or without rimming. Preferably with."

 "I already knew that." I laughed louder.

 Sebastian flipped me onto my back, laughing and tickling me, "Then why'd you ask?"

I shrugged while trying to avoid his fingers, "Seemed the polite thing to do."

 "Polite?" The righteous indignation in his voice brought on another wave of laughter. "And you're still laughing."

"I'm still happy."

His face fell, "I can't exactly be pissed about that."

"You weren't pissed anyway." I stretched up to kiss him.

Sebastian scrunched up his nose and shook his head, "Not really."

 ~*~*~

 The ringing of my phone woke me from a very sound sleep with a very warm man using me as a teddy bear. It was Olivia's ringtone. I answer quickly and started climbing out of bed, Hey, Livvy. "

It was two am here, so eleven in Seattle. My little sister's voice sounded panicked, "Sissy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I thought I'd DM'ed. When I saw I hadn't it was too late."

I pulled on my robe and headed onto our balcony, "Liv, what happened? I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm sorry."

"Is anybody dead?"

"No."

"OK, We can handle anything else." I smiled when she laughed a little. "Take a deep breath for me and start at the beginning."

 I heard her do as I'd said. “My hand hurt so I took one of my pain pills and went to my room to lay down. I saw Sebastian's post where you'd shot him in the ass."

 I laughed, realizing what she'd done. "Commenting while high rarely works out well. What did you say?"

 "I’m so sorry, Sissy. I said, "Didn't Emmaplays-90 tell you the Vedder girls have skills? I fell asleep and when I woke up. I had about a million DM's asking about you. The pictures are all over everywhere. There weren't tons of you on my Instagram, but there were lots. Nobody knew who you were until I outed you. I can't do anything to fix it. I feel so stupid and guilty."

 I wanted to hug her, "No need for either. You're not stupid, you'd taken a pain pill. People were going to figure out who I am. Sebastian put pictures of us out there. Really this might be a good thing. It's no big deal, just a little sister teasing her big sister’s boyfriend." It was kind of brilliant. Maybe not the best timing.

"Are you mad at me?" She looked so scared, as she wiped away tears.

I shook my head, "Absolutely not. I think calling me as soon as you realised what happened was very responsible and brave."

"I didn't want you to wake up and be blindsided."

"Thank you."

Olivia laughed, "You shouldn't be thanking me."

"But I am."

"Is Sebastian going to be mad?"

"He'll worry about if you or I are getting hate." I smiled, "How's your hand?"

"I don't know." She held it up for me to see. "Too much adrenaline from freaking out." She huffed out a cleansing breath. "You should go back to bed. It's the middle of the night for you."

I nodded, "You alright?"

"Yes. I love you, Emma."

"I love you."

I hung up and leaned onto the balcony railing. Well, it's out there. I'm out there. I'd said I wasn't concerned. Now, I'm not so sure. I don't know what my predominant feeling is. A snack would be good.

 I stood there staring into the fridge. Salty or sweet. Sweet or salty. Ice cream. Salted caramel. Perfect.

 "Hey."

The voice in the dark house made me jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

 I shook my head, "I'm jumpy." I held up the carton, "Want some ice cream, Toby?"

"Sounds good." He started opening drawers to find the ice cream scoop while I grabbed bowls and took off the lid. "I'll scoop, tell me when."

A couple of scoops later, "That's enough. Thanks."

 Toby filled his bowl. "Can we go outside and talk?"

Shit. "Sure." I shoveled a couple of spoonfuls in while we walked out. I sat down and waited. His invitation. He needed to start.

Several spoonfuls Later...

 Toby spun his spoon around in the bowl. "I want to apologize. I’ve been a dick." He rolled his eyes, "More of a dick than usual. I was unkind. I said a lot of shit I shouldn't have and I was wrong to fuck up your birthday surprise. What you did meant a lot to him. I'm sorry."

 "Thank you. I like when he's happy."

 "Yeah, me too." He ate a spoonful, "He's happy with you. I didn't want to see that." He cringed, "I can't say I like it, but I’m trying."

 I nodded, feeling sad for him. Wanting something, someone, you can't have, sucks. "Ask me anything."

"What?"

"Ask me anything. You're one of his oldest and best friends. I’m an unknown. ask me anything."

He laughed, which was my intent. "What are your intentions?”

 I circled my hand around. "All of this." He looked confused. "I intend to keep loving him. Keep working on our relationship. Keep doing anything I can to make him happy. Cause he does these things for me."

 Nodding, Toby still looked skeptical.

 I'm ok with that. Skeptical is good. It means he cares. Maybe a little pathologically, but in the right direction. There was something in the wrong direction and needed to be addressed. "Hey, one thing. I get he's your best friend and you’re protective. I have protective friends too." I took a breath. "Don't fuck with my family. You don't know my history. You don't know what I'd be without them."

 Toby's eyebrows were raised. I think I surprised him, "Point taken. I'm sorry. You're right. That was too far." He pointed at himself, "Jealous asshole."

 "I can live with that."

"That's good because I think we're stuck with each other."

 We stared at each other then started laughing. My spoon clinked against the side of the bowl.

Toby sat his down without noise, "Why are you up so late?"

I smirked and laughed a little, "My little sister is high on pain pills." My plan had been to get a snack and sit down to look at the comments. I opened my phone to Instagram and moved next to Toby. "She called to tell me she'd accidentally left a comment instead of Dm’ing Sebastian."

"Oh shit! "Toby cringed, leaned away, and laughed. "Is Seb up there pacing and saying fuck?"

I shook my head quickly and turned my lips in, "He's asleep, I'll catch him up in the morning Reaction?"

 "He may lose his shit. Not pissed, but worried about you. He cares about you more than himself."

Fuck. Here we go again. I'm so damn tired of hearing about the past. He was kind of a dick. So what. I was a kind of a... nevermind.

"Hey, Emma, you ok?"

"What?"

"You drifted away."

I took a deep breath, "I'm fine." Mixed emotions.

 Toby looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Mixed emotions. I don't care if they throw hate because they don't know me. I'm sure something will hit me wrong. I don't want Sebastian worried There's also this excited part of me that is in love and wants to scream it from the rooftops." I cringed, "Sorry."

He waved me off, "I get it. He likes showing you off too."

I laughed. Not that I ever would, but I want to wrap around him with a wide-eyed look of surprise and say, "Look, he's mine! I love him and he loves me too." I'll just do that in my head. Or when it's just us. Sebastian would get a kick out of it. I know he'll be worried about my name being out there. I also think part of him will be relieved. It's out there. Organically.

I sighed and stood up, "I'm going back to bed. Thank you for keeping me company."

"No problem. Thank you, too."

I smiled and picked up my bowl.

"Leave it. I'll clean up."

 Upstairs I crawled into bed beside my lover. He looked so sweet and peaceful. I scooted in close enough to feel the heat from his body. When he moved I got closer, laying my head on his chest.

Sebastian purred, "Mmm, you feel good."

"You too."

 I brushed my lips over his, "Go back to sleep."

"Mmm, yeah."

Three seconds later he was snoring softly. I was close behind. Only without the snoring.

[artdaily7]

To Hope by John Keats

When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night, Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray, Should sad Despondency my musings fright, And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away, Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof, And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chace him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow, O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer; Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow: Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain, From cruel parents, or relentless fair; O let me think it is not quite in vain To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air! Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll, Let me not see our country's honour fade: O let me see our land retain her soul, Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade. From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed— Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot's high bequest, Great Liberty! how great in plain attire! With the base purple of a court oppress'd, Bowing her head, and ready to expire: But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud; Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar: So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed, Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head.

Anthony Van Dyck 1618 Christ Carrying The Cross, oil on panel, Sint-Pauluskerk, Antwerp

[heyitsleighton]

Leighton's heart skipped a beat as she processed Chace's words. She raised an eyebrow in skepticism, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm the culprit?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Leighton couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at Chace's playful confession, her own feelings for him bubbling just beneath the surface. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, Mr. Chace, if that beautiful, 5'5''-ish tall brunette did happen to be me, what would you suggest as my punishment?"

chace held leighton's gaze for a couple of seconds as he let the question hang in the air between them for a bit. "would you believe me if i told you the responsible person is a very beautiful, 5'5''-ish tall brunette who's currently looking at me with those gorgeous, big brown eyes?"

[iopanic]

Orphic Hymn 10 to Pan

To Pan Fumigation from Various Odors

I Call strong Pan, the substance of the whole, etherial, marine, earthly, general soul, Immortal fire; for all the world is thine, and all are parts of thee, O pow’r divine. Come, blessed Pan, whom rural haunts delight, come, leaping, agile, wand’ring, starry light; The Hours and Seasons [Horai], wait thy high command, and round thy throne in graceful order stand. Goat-footed, horned, Bacchanalian Pan, fanatic pow’r, from whom the world began, Whose various parts by thee inspir’d, combine in endless dance and melody divine. In thee a refuge from our fears we find, those fears peculiar to the human kind. Thee shepherds, streams of water, goats rejoice, thou lov’st the chace, and Echo’s secret voice: The sportive nymphs, thy ev’ry step attend, and all thy works fulfill their destin’d end. O all-producing pow’r, much-fam’d, divine, the world’s great ruler, rich increase is thine. All-fertile Pæan, heav’nly splendor pure, in fruits rejoicing, and in caves obscure. True serpent-horned Jove [Zeus], whose dreadful rage when rous’d, ’tis hard for mortals to asswage. By thee the earth wide-bosom’d deep and long, stands on a basis permanent and strong. Th’ unwearied waters of the rolling sea, profoundly spreading, yield to thy decree. Old Ocean [Okeanos] too reveres thy high command, whose liquid arms begirt the solid land. The spacious air, whose nutrimental fire, and vivid blasts, the heat of life inspire The lighter frame of fire, whose sparkling eye shines on the summit of the azure sky, Submit alike to thee, whole general sway all parts of matter, various form’d obey. All nature’s change thro’ thy protecting care, and all mankind thy lib’ral bounties share: For these where’er dispers’d thro’ boundless space, still find thy providence support their race. Come, Bacchanalian, blessed power draw near, fanatic Pan, thy humble suppliant hear, Propitious to these holy rites attend, and grant my life may meet a prosp’rous end; Drive panic Fury too, wherever found, from human kind, to earth’s remotest bound.

Orphic Hymn 10 to Pan, translation by Thomas Taylor

https://www.hellenion.org/pan/orphic-hymn-10-to-pan/

[minervasouris]

@cheshirechace​  ||  closed starter

     Her eyes watched as he crossed the room, not on a straight path, but slowly and surely making his way toward her all the same. She knew without a warning that he was coming over to mess with her—Chace Cheshire was usually all right, and Minnie was someone with a good amount of patience, but there was an undeniable mischievous streak that sparkled in that boy sometimes. “Hello,” she said warily, wondering what he would try to bother her tonight but still wanting to be polite for the chance that he came in peace.

[doriansapprentice]

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