#clearbelle

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Still The Same

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Q7BNvm

by clearbell

After screwing over The Penguin one too many times Cobblepot decides The Joker needs to go.

Not wanting to interupt Harley's vacation (*Cough Cough* Honeymoon *Cough Cough*) with Ivy, who else is The Joker to call for help but good old Batman?

Or: The Joker is getting sappy in his old age

Words: 3051, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Joker (DCU) & Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU) & Alfred Pennyworth

Additional Tags: Sickfic, Kinda?, Enemies to Friends, This is a Silly Joker Fic, Bruce Wayne is Tired of Jokers Shit But in A 'Not This Again' Way, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Q7BNvm

[cl34rb3ll]

hi welcome to my writing blog. im julian (he/him). i write occasionally. i think about writing more frequently.

hello! this is my writing blog. where i post about my writing. and also other stuff. usually other stuff.

I LIKE TO WRITE ABOUT VIDEO GAMES MAINLY. I POST MY FANFICTION ON AO3 AND FFN. I HATE WATTPAD.

ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN -> clearbell

FANFICTION.NET -> patheticgamerboy

[i-can-do-tricks]

main characters:

1. Goldheart, a she-cat warrior with a solid coat of brilliant gold fur and dandelion yellow eyes, Windclan

2. Silverspirit, a she-cat warrior/medicine cat apprentice (will get to that later) with a solid coat of shimmering silver fur and red orange eyes, Riverclan

3. Clearbell, (former kittypet name: Crystal) a medicine cat with white, almost tinted cyan fur and deep blue eyes, Riverclan

Story mostly takes place in the waters (pun intended) around Riverclan and Windclan (because honestly fuck Thunderclan)

One day in Riverclan, a patrol came back to the camp with a very jumpy, wary addition, demanding to speak with whoever was the leader of these crazy cats. The clan leader, Marshstar, met with the stranger, and found them to be a kittypet marked by the strangely colored ribbon around their neck, with deep blue eyes that kept darting around, wary of danger, and a bell tied gracefully to the ribbon. After confirming this was the cat they needed to talk to, they told Marshstar everything. Vivid and frightening visions of floods and storms and flames all about this very lake, beings beyond their sight endlessly clashing, cats from all around the lake dying. drowning. burning alive. And the bell they wear would be the key to stop it all (or perhaps even prevent it), ringing clear as water. Marshstar had called over her current medicine cat, an old tom named Pondleap, and agreed to allow Crystal, the kittypet name they were given, to stay in Riverclan for the time being and try to make more sense of their visions, while training under Pondleap as a medicine cat. However, both clan cats agreed it might cause some outcry among the other clans if they found out the next important prophecy came from a kittypet, so they dubbed them Clearbell and introduced them to the rest of the clan. The secret of their origins would not leave the clan's borders.

Many moons later. After one stormy night raging with lightning and thunder, even having a few bolts strike close by, Windclan awoke to the sound of the very waterlogged mewling of a kit. This alerted them to some of the nursery had been washed out, so they quickly set out and recovered the missing kits. (Some of the cats could have sworn they heard a pure, beautiful chime of some sort, before the storm finally wound down.) However, when they counted them all after, instead of coming short, they seemingly....had one extra?? The clan leader, Whisperstar, quickly arranged for one of the nursing queens, Flowerseed, to care for the extra kit (a strange one with beautiful gold colored fur), and his...best friend...;).. Fieldblur, offered to parent her when she was a bit too old for the nursery and Flowerseed's kits were moving out. (Whisperstar tried to coparent for a while while trying to not look like it before going full dad mode with Fieldblur. The whole clan knew about this the entire time.) They named her Goldkit.

Goldkit's nursery-playmate-also-adopted-sibling Rootkit was the first to discover Goldkit's electricity powers. They both somehow kept the lid on this for a lot longer than they should have been able to, only spilling to both of their mentors as apprentices when Goldpaw's mentor Cottonpelt got knocked back several feet in their first practice spar, through a very powerful shock in her claws, leaving Cottonpelt fully paralyzed for quite a while. They were training with Rootpaw and his mentor Shinewing, so they confided in them together, asking them to not tell anyone about this. The mentors were both very wary at first, but got intrigued themselves, and both did their best to help Goldpaw out with her electric powers, as well as warrior training for the both of them.

Once she gets the hang of it, Goldheart uses it to cheat. Like, a LOT. Numbing preys' muscles at long range to make hunting easier, putting some shock between her claws to pack a little more punch when sparring or fighting, and SO many static shock pranks. It's a wonder she hasn't been found out yet.

She does eventually tell her dads about her powers, and they're understandably "shocked." It wasn't like she expected them to "bolt" or "strike" when she told them, but their judgment remained un"clouded." They promised they would let the clan know about them only when she felt she was in the "clear," and would keep an "ion" her in case something went wrong. The double amount of dad jokes she has to endure, rather "shockingly," now include a variety of electricity puns.

Meanwhile, the day before the storm that swept Goldkit into Windclan, a strange fire rushed into Riverclan from outside, and the Riverclan cats hurried to the lake, or the rivers that marked their borders. Pondleap, however, was slower to leave, trying to gather the right herbs and moss needed for the cats harmed in their hasty escape, and Clearbell did their best to help him. On their way out, a large tree fell in front of them, its fire spreading and almost surrounding them quicker than they realized. Clearbell shook their head around, and in doing so, rang their bell. The fire suddenly pushed back in about a ten foot circle, the center of which was a small kit lying still close by, the fire's light reflecting off its silver fur, making it appear ablaze. Clearbell quickly dropped the supplies they were carrying and rushed over to pick up the kit, who miraculously seemed to be unharmed. The three of them hurried out to the lake, thankfully able to escape unscathed. When the cats eventually returned to rebuild the camp, a few cats noticed that a large circle had been curiously untouched by the flame.

Silverkit, the kit rescued in the fire, was a fiery spirit that many of the clan enjoyed to see, and significantly raised their morale in the wake of the fire and the weeks spent rebuilding the camp. She mostly spent her time as a kit hanging around Clearbell's den, who had since come to be the sole medicine cat for the clan when Pondleap grew to be too old to keep serving (he insisted he still come around to help time to time, his company of which they greatly appreciated and enjoyed). It was on the visit of Pondleap's that he was brought in to be treated that Silverkit's powers were first revealed. Pondleap had been on a walk down the river when he tripped and cut his leg on a sharp rock. It got infected when he limped back to camp and slipped in some mud and hit his head, collapsing until a patrol found him that evening and hurried him back to camp. Clearbell frantically worked on him, but despite their best efforts, the infection spread and Pondleap seemed sicker every day. Silverkit clumsily tried to help too, but her paws and jaws tired from mixing and chewing herbs and such to hell them, and she collapsed, exhausted, against Pondleap. She put her paws on his wound, to try to see it better and think of something to help, when they burst into flames, and spread to Pondleap's whole leg. They both scrambled back, Pondleap trying to shake the flames off of him and put it out. They eventually died out, and it took a few moments for him to realize that his leg didn't hurt anymore.

They both told Clearbell about this, who was both startled and intrigued. They dressed Pondleap's now clean wound with cobwebs and formally asked Silverkit to be their medicine cat apprentice.

Pondleap and the now Silverpaw grew very close, as keeping ANOTHER secret not from the other clans but from their OWN clan would do. Clearbell affectionately referred to Pondleap as "old grandpa" one time, which was a kittypet term they remembered one day, and they both quickly picked it up. Clearbell more often than not had to keep Silverpaw from spoiling their secret in the medicine den, because "I can heal them right away!" They make sure that the patient is unconscious or asleep before they give Silverpaw the okay to go batshit crazy with the fire, which so far seemed to only have healing capabilities.

Silverpaw and Pondleap stayed very close for a long time. Pondleap would share medical information and insight with Silverpaw when she was having trouble, and was the first person she told she wanted to be a warrior, instead of a medicine cat. He cheered her official warrior name, Silverspirit, the loudest, over her own mentor Blossomwhirl or Clearbell, their voice tinged with regret, but nevertheless happy for her. Silverspirit still stops by the medicine cat den frequently, and helps with emergencies Clearbell comes across.

Goldheart and Silverspirit are gorlfriends. Its canon

They met at a gathering when Goldheart, in all her dumb buff glory, got dared to belly flop off of one of the rocks into the lake, which she DID and almost DIED and Silverspirit was like. who is this dumb hot fuck. I love her and went to fish her out

Note: Silverspirit is always very toasty and warm, even in freezing water, so when she's not napping against Pondleap she is DEFINITELY cuddling with Goldheart

(I'm p sure most of the clans know they're really in fucking love. it's like not even part of the long list of secrets they have to keep)

wait oh my fuck

[iksathrob]

Clearbell Capital has sold One Thames Valley, in Bracknell, to SevenCapital for £12.8m. from Property Week - All the latest news http://bit.ly/2JCMhNZ

http://realestateiksa.blogspot.com/2019/05/sevencapital-buys-pdr-building-in.html

[cij-journal]

Gaw Capital Partners buys Harbour Exchange offices for GBP 36m

Gaw Capital Partners expanded its London office portfolio with the acquisition of 4 and 5 Harbour Exchange in the city’s South Quay for GBP 36.2m. The seller was a UK opportunity fund managed by Clearbell Capital, which purchased the office buildings, totaling 95,000 sq ft, in February 2014. “As freeholders of the Harbour Exchange buildings, this acquisition will enable us... http://dlvr.it/QmGQJd

[relaxedrelationships]

Longing for #Love's existence? So many mistake the search for the #Soulmate for what it really is... http://bit.ly/2AZ7dZf #reallove #soulmatelove #acol #acourseoflove #follow4follow #instapic #instadaily #followforfollow #20likes #holidays #cookies #christmaslove #food @clearbell @weedandthoughts @blacksheep_rye @leafyz420 @christina_evolved @shelley_ann97_ @sitty.titty @labellanaturality @canna503 @cannabiswiki @immollygirl @accoutrements.to @jin.luv @a2zpurple @jonathannemes — view on Instagram http://ift.tt/2AGQblL

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Still The Same

by clearbell

After screwing over The Penguin one too many times Cobblepot decides The Joker needs to go.

Not wanting to interupt Harley's vacation (*Cough Cough* Honeymoon *Cough Cough*) with Ivy, who else is The Joker to call for help but good old Batman?

Or: The Joker is getting sappy in his old age

Words: 3051, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Joker (DCU) & Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU) & Alfred Pennyworth

Additional Tags: Sickfic, Kinda?, Enemies to Friends, This is a Silly Joker Fic, Bruce Wayne is Tired of Jokers Shit But in A 'Not This Again' Way, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42590850

[ladiesofparadise]

Best friend goals 🦋 Love this shot by @buriedfilm from our event in Southern Oregon with @mjlifestyle and @clearbell 💫 Geo pipe by one of our faves, @stonedwarecompany #ladiesofparadise #mjlifestyle

[notinthenews]

Caledonia sells the Sloane Club

Caledonia sells the Sloane Club

Caledonia sells the Sloane Club – Caledonia Investments has today sold its 100% interest in The Sloane Club, the private members club located in the heart of Chelsea, London, to Sloane Investment Limited, a special purpose vehicle jointly owned by JK Chelsea Holdings Limited, an affiliate of the Queensway Group, and Clearbell Property Partners III LP, a real estate fund advised by Clearbell…

[bestadviceuk]

Legal & General Home Finance to relocate

Legal & General Home Finance to relocate

Legal & General Home Finance will be relocating to a larger office in Solihull as part of its expansion plans.

The lifetime mortgage lender has tripled its workforce since 2015 and will be moving to Chadwick House at Blenheim Court, owned by a fund advised by Clearbell Capital under a 10-year lease.

The relocation sees Legal & General Home Finance move into a significantly larger 14000 sq ft…

[freakinreviews]

ClearBell is an audio/video doorbell camera that can be accessed remotely.

http://freakinreviews.com/clearbell-reviews/

[truesthue-blog]

lecture(r) ; kris & hugh — au

[ ♗ ] — Groan. 

The groan is released in a much longer stretch than he intends for it to be, with fatigue melting from the pits of his throat. He whines at just how stupid and trivial this class is. Why must they learn of berries and the way of growing flora? It isn't going to be useful to Hugh. It was a mistake to have chosen this subject for a whole quarter when he thinks it'd be an easy A. It does good in the sense that it'd earn him the right amount of credits to graduate on time; bad in the sense that everything is confusing and/or trifling.

He's probably lying to himself, telling his thoughts that it's all just a stupid course with irrelevant topics here and there. The ignorance isn't blissful, rather foolish. He thinks he's just denying the fact that his supposed intelligence can't comprehend simple things: seeds and soil. It's a tough process, especially when he finds himself surrounded by students who might be a little bit too dedicated to flora — budding with enthusiasm and yearning to learn. The professor of the class slams away at the blackboard with chalk in his hands, jotting down pointless notes as he speaks. 

His left hand projects a mess unto the pages in a blur of black ink that smudges sometimes at sharp points of the letters. Mind blank, he doesn't even know what he writes. They're words that don't really make sense to him — but they're still words, and if he doesn't write them he'll forget. And it's merely an excuse not to try to fathom something unknown. Hugh hates excuses, so he oozes the fluid into the paper that he sinks into his mind and burns into his eyes. It's undoubtedly not simple. And he's probably a really shitty student for not admitting such. 

A pang of guilt; he trips himself into guilt at the fact that he underestimated the significance of this class. Perhaps he might try harder, perhaps he won't — nonetheless he'd like to say that he gave it his slightest efforts. Effort is something looked to as inspirational, something that Hugh has long admired and is committer of. Sure, effort takes a lot, but he is who he is because of others' efforts and his own. He never thought that it'd be college, whatever it was. 

The professor zooms straight to the next topic: herbs; or specifically: the revival herb. He didn't think it'd come up in this class, since it is a class about berries. At this point he doesn't even bother to pay attention anymore, so he drifts his eyes to scan the room: large and modern, strategically structured to centralise the teacher. His red hues fall upon the girl seated directly in front of him. She is athletic and has hair of an odd shade, uncommon to Hugh — yet somehow charming on its own. He begins to yawn (rather blatantly; unintentionally).

“This class is pointless...” he whispers, to which someone might disagree with.

[harpheart]

✜

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

His posture isn’t slouchy by any means, but it’s not stiffly formal, either— just casual and fairly relaxed. That said, he carries himself well overall. Gotta strike a relatively imposing figure to opponents, after all!

[fyerfyer]

thunderstones

Fire actually bought a thunderstone once with the intention of evolving his Pikachu. He just carried it around with him for a good couple of months, waiting for “the right time.” But he and his Pikachu kept pushing it off and making excuses, so it never happened.

After he beat the Elite Four, he threw the stone away. After all they’d been through, he knew he’d never be able to bear evolving his beloved Zeke.

[redwallreadalong]

Here's a portrait of the young squirrelmaid in charge of myrose-of-oldredwall, Clearbelle! (Or Bellie, for short.) I hope I did her justice!