#des 'eyes' gallagher

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♡︎ 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 ♡︎

characters: sub!gallagher x nb!dom!reader

warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)

notes: @lufenianwol you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me gallagher’s leaked idle animation didn’t you, you gayyyy🫵🏳️‍🌈 (im gay too😔)

sigh…

another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.

but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.

or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you won’t say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at “restocking” some of the alcohol at the backrooms.

at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.

he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.

shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.

finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagher’s show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.

“[n-name]…” the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you weren’t the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, putting down the bottle on where it’s supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.

“w-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. we’re running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridge” he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.

as if you needed the heads-up.

“alright. you can go first, i’ll come after you once i wipe my hands” you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read “staff only”. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.

soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the “staff only” part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign “backrooms”. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.

“woah woah, puppy. easy now. what’s going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?” you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagher’s shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.

“c-can’t… [name], please, help me… ‘s so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!” gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldn’t even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.

you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.

immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesn’t even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.

“shh shh, puppy. the door isn’t locked, remember?” you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.

one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?

apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.

"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaasshee♡︎!! ungh!! guuunnhg♥︎♥︎! p-pretty pleaaseee♡︎?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.

in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.

with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.

"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.

"wan' more... wan' you♥︎" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.

[snowyballlz]

|| Lip Gallagher x reader

Requested by my friend @quacksilvxr xx

Warnings: F!oral sex, P in V sex, Pet names(sweetheart and darling)

Summary: your failing math and your teacher has given you a partner to tutor with, little do you know its your best friends older brother that you hate.

“This is the fifth time you have failed math y/n!” your teacher says in a disappointing tone. you prop yourself up onto your desk and roll your eyes “i couldn’t give two shits miss” you lean you head back.

“language young miss!” your teacher rolls her eyes, i’ve found you a tutor and he’s going to help you, “but miss-” you say in an exaggerated tone “no buts young miss ill send him out to find you when school is over”.

you groan as you slide off the desk walking out the classroom flipping off the teacher, you walk out of the school lighting a cigarette taking a drag from it.

“hey you shouldn’t be smoking in school” a familiar voice says, “oh go cry about it” you chuckle talking another long drag from the cigarette, the person sits beside you and its none other then your best friend Ian.

you hand him the cigarette watching him as he takes a drag from it “ugh my teacher got me a tutor because i’m failing math” you grab the cigarette from your best friend taking another drag from it.

“why not just skip?” the red haired boy suggests, you sigh laying your head on his shoulder “my parents will kill me if i fail again you know what their like” you hand him the cigarette.

it was after school and you were putting your books into your locker “your teacher said i needed to tutor you” a voice says, you slam your locker door shut looking at the figure in front of you.

“oh fuck no” you roll your eyes walking away ��cmon y/n i don’t like this anymore then you do, just come over and we can get this over and done with” he follows you.

you turn around to face him “whatever phillip Gallagher ill be around later” you flip him off walking away.

you had just arrived at the Gallagher house trying to mentally prepare yourself for whats about to come, you knock on the door and Fiona answers.

“Oh hi y/n!” she greets excitedly “Ian isn’t here he’s actually at work” you roll your eyes and sigh “actually I’m here for lip” you cross your arms together “oh um well okay” she says confused “LIP!” fiona screams out “Y/NS HERE FOR YOU” you scoff as you watch him walk down the stairs sliding a shirt on over his head.

“hey just come upstairs” he grins. you were sitting on his bed and grabbed your bag and pulled out some books “so math huh?” lip chuckles “yeah i know I’m failing you don’t have to rub it in”.

some time had passed and you had started to get the hang of it “it’s getting hot you don’t mind if i take my shirt off?” lip questions, you scoff “yeah whatever”.

he takes his shirt off and you couldn’t help but stare at his body, the way his abs looked, his triangle tattoo, you were so focused on the boys body.

“huh like what you see?” lip smirks and raises his eyebrows, you quickly snap back to reality looking up at him “fuck off Phillip” you scoff looking away from him.

“thats it” lip sits by your side throwing your books onto the floor “why do you hate me so much y/n” his brow furrowed, “your annoying” she groans looking at him in the eyes.

you look down at his lips then back up to his eyes and before you knew it your lips were on his, lip began to kiss back “wait what will Ian think of this?” he looks down at you.

“i don’t care” you says as you quickly put your lips on his shoving your tongues down eachothers throats, you climbed on his lap straddling him. he puts his hands on your waist kissing you back before ripping off your shirt.

you quickly unclasp your bra and he kisses you down your neck leaving deep purple marks then sucks on your breasts, you let out a moan and quickly cover your mouth.

“don’t cover your mouth sweetheart” he looks up to you, he stops and lays you down on the bed pulling your pants down and begins playing with your clit through the fabric.

“look at how wet you are for me and i didn’t even think you liked me” lip chuckles as he props your knees up and gets between your legs. he begins kissing your thighs leaving purple marks yet again.

you moan at the friction and tilt your head backwards. he then gets to your wet cunt and licks your pussy with the fabric in between him and your cunt.

you moan once again “please” you grip his hair and tilt your head backwards. “please what darling?” he questions “e-eat me out please” you plead.

he moves your panties exposing your cunt, he licks your clit causing you to moan more, he sticks one finger in your hole causing you to gasp at the sudden feeling gripping his hair harder.

he soon inserts another finger causing you to almost go over the edge “i-i’m gonna cum” you say between shaky breaths

“cum on my fingers you can do it” he says while licking your clit. before you knew it your thighs clasped around his head, your head tilted backwards and your legs were shaking.

he pulled his fingers out and licked them right in front of you. kissing you hard once more him shoving his tongue down your throat. you heard the sound of a belt unbuckle and before you knew it his pants and boxers were on the floor.

he slid into your already really wet hole slowly going back and forth to get you adjusted to his cock, once you were comfortable with the feeling he began to thrust into you hard.

you wrapped your legs around his back making out with him hard. you soon felt another orgasam coming on “i-i’m gonna cum again” you moan loudly into his mouth

“just wait a little longer y/n im about to finish” he says. he starts thrusting harder and faster making you hit your climax and as you were riding that high he came into your hole breathing heavily.

he slides out and lays down next to you. “Ians gonna kill me” you look over towards lip “he doesn’t have to know” lip winks at you and smiles “i cant believe i just did that” you stare into his eyes “i knew you wanted this darling” he chuckles looking up at the roof.

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 12

I need to talk to you; Ian had texted her, and that was the reason why she was walking towards the Gallagher house that morning.

Desna was quick to cross those few meters, knowing that if she had thought about it longer, she would probably have stayed home. But she managed to arrive at the house and opened the kitchen door.

“Hey, Des,” Fiona greeted her with a smile.

“Hi, Fi,” she said, “Is Ian upstairs.”

“Sure,” she nodded, pointing to the stairs, “Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Desna said before frowning, “Why is it so cold in here?”

“My thought exactly,” she heard Fiona say as she ran up the stairs. Desna was about to turn to go towards Ian’s room when she almost bumped into Lip.

“Hey,” she said, avoiding looking at him.

“Hey,” he muttered. Desna could feel his posture tense, not sure what to say to her, “A-are you here for-“

“Ian,” she said, looking at him for the first time, coursing herself when her eyes lingered on his lips a bit longer than she had to. She really missed him, talking to him and feeling him against her body. She was so stupid.

“He, um… he is in our room,” he stuttered, pointing behind his back.

“Thanks,” Desna said, lowering her head and moving around him.

“Better for you to be dying,” She muttered as she closed the door, catching Ian’s attention.

“Mandy Milkovich tried to have sex with me,” Ian said with a panicked voice.

“What?” She asked, her eyes wide, “Where? When?!”

“Yesterday,” he said nervously pacing the room, “She waited for me after my shift, she came here.”

“She is quite straight forward. I’ll give her that,” she thought out loud.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed sarcastically, “She took a condom out at me.”

“W-what did you do?” She asked, her eyes wide.

"I pushed her away!" he exclaimed, sitting on his bed, "And I may or may not have made her cry."

"Was she really upseat?" Desna asked carefully.

"She ran away," he said, looking up at her, "Even Fiona saw her."

So Mandy Milkovich was upseat with Ian. An upset Milkovich running around the Southside was no good. They truly were almost criminals, and most of them really were.

"Is it going to be bad?" Ian asked her with big eyes, waiting for her answer, surely hoping to have some kind of encouragement. But she really didn't know. She knew for a fact how Milkovichs could be scary, Iggy was starting to concern her, for what she knew Mikey's father had been more inside prison than outside, and Mikey himself was now stealing Kash's shop regularly, and not only that surely.

"It's very bad, right?" Ian asked nervously, his legs bouncing up and down. So Desna went to sit next to him.

"Being rejected, that happens, right?" Desna asked, trying to find some good side to the situation.

Ian nodded his head qith quick movements, "Right!"

"I mean, you cry and ask yourself why, but you get over it, right?" Desna asked again, and Ian nodded once more.

"Right!"

"What is the worst thing she could do?" Desna asked, and the answer to that question arrived to her that afternoon when one message from Ian arrived on her phone.

Mandy told Mickey I assaulted her, and now he wants to kill me; Desna's eyes widened as she read those words. She immediately asked Ian what had happened, and he told her that Mickey Milkovich entered the shop, ready to beat him up. He got away only because he managed to lock himself in the back, and Kash covered for him, telling Mikey that there was another exit from there.

That was not good at all. God, how could she make up a story like that? She knew perfectly well what would have happened, and Mikey would not have stopped until he got to Ian.

She spent the following hours constantly checking on Ian through texts to know if he was alive. She even had problems studying now that she knew that Ian could have possibly ended up in the hospital.

As Desna was pacing in her living room, she noticed a limp figure on the street. Her eyes widened as she realized that she knew that jacket.

"Oh, shit..." she muttered before running to the door, "Lip!" she found herself running to him. As he heard her voice, he lowered his head, tyring to not show his face at her.

"Keep ignoring me, Des; I'm fine," he said, but she was quick to move part of him so that she could put herself in front of him, not letting him move forward.

"Jeez, Lip," she gasped, taking a step so that she was now close to him. With her hand, she delicately moved the hood from his face so that she could take a better look. His left side was covered in cuts and bruises. He got a slash over his eyebrow and one over his nose, and his top lip was cut open. She even noticed his left arm slightly bent, like he could not move it freely.

"Oh my God," she said, her fingers touching his cheek, making him flinch, "I'm so sorry," she gasped, but he shook his head.

"It's alright," he muttered, looking up to meet her eyes. She was studying his face closely. She really hoped his nose wasn't broken or some other bones in his body.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Mikey Milkovich," he answered, and Desna took a breath before moving to stay next to him.

"I'll take you home," she said, touching his back with her hand.

"You don't have to," he told her, but she shook her head stubbornly.

"I'm not leaving you," she answered back. He looked at her, his eyes softened as he observed her face.

"Okey..." he muttered before they headed towards his house. Desna kept looking at him to see if he was in much pain. She had to call V as soon as they got inside. When she turned, she noticed Fiona standing on the porch speaking with Tony, the young policeman.

"Let's use the back of the house," Lip said to her, gesturing at her where to go with a movement of his head, "I don't want them to see me."

"They will anyway," she argued.

"Can you not talk back for once?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"No, I don't think I can," she said, and her heart melted as she noticed him smiling at her.

"Hey, Lip, there's a body on the other end of this," they stopped as they heard Tony's voice. Lip was doing his best not to show his face, but what they had done to him was too evident.

"No, it's cool, Tony," as he spoke, Fiona saw his injuries immediately.

"Jesus, what the hell, Lip?" she exclaimed, but Lip didn't answer back. He just looked at Desna, moving his head so that she'd follow him into the house.

"I'll call V," Fiona said, running upstairs as Desna helped Lip to the kitchen. He sat on a chair, making a little grant, while she went to take a rag before moving to the sink to fill a cap with water. She needed to clean his skin before putting ice on his bruises. Desna double-checked the frame of an old man dressed in a ladies' woman sleeping on a chair in the living room.

"Who's that?" she asked, frowning.

Lip was holding his forehead before giving a glance in the direction she was looking, then he scoffed, "I don't even know," he said as she walked back towards him, soaking the cloth in the cold water. But when she put the rag against his forehead he hissed.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped, moving her hand away just a little bit.

He shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry."

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible," she said, getting closer, "But tell me if I hurt you," Lip nodded his head before letting her move her hand closer to his face. She proceeded to clean his skin, trying to avoid the cuts. They didn't seem to bleed anymore, but his eyes were getting darker.

"Why is Mikey after you?" she asked softly, still working on his skin.

"He's not," he answered, "He is after Ian."

"Jeasus Christ, for the Mandy thing?" she exclaimed, rubbing his skin lightly.

He hissed for a second before looking at her, "You know?"

"Ian told me that Mikey wants to beat him up," she explained, being very gentle with her touch.

"Wish he told me as well," he said with a chuckle. She moved her hand a little bit, hoping he didn't need any stitches.

"If he did this to you, I'm really concerned about Ian right now," she admitted. Now, she was truly worried about Ian's life. Those people were fucking crazy.

Lip nodded his head before tilting his head with amused eyes.

"Maybe the fact that I said that Mandy is blowing 400 dudes in 10th grade didn't help. " His nonchalance made her widen her eyes. She would have slapped him if he hadn't already been beaten up.

"God, would you ever stop with the sassy comments?!" she exclaimed, but his lips moved into a smirk.

"No, I don't think I will," he answered, leaning forward towards her.

Desna groaned, "You wouldn't even know how to shut your mouth to save your life."

"Are you worried?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered shortly, now realizing how close they were. They had both leaned forward, their heads inches apart and their knees touching. Her hand was still at the side of his face, rubbing his cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes staring into hers, "For helping me."

"Don't mention it," she said, diverting her eyes to take another look at his cuts. Unconsciously, she smiled.

"What?" he asked her, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I just realized that the first time we talked, you had been fighting as well," she said, remembering him at thirteen years old, fighting on the street just in front of her house.

"You had sat next to me on the side road with a pack of ice," he remembered nodding his head. That's how they became friends. Desna didn't like to get out of the house as she had arrived in her new home, but after having helped Lip, he and Ian had started to ask her to go play with them or to walk together to school.

"You had been my first friend," she said with a small smile, thinking back at all the years that had passed. Then she noticed him staring.

"You are not my friend," his words made her smile disappear. She really could not understand him and why he seemed so eager to hurt her lately. But before she could move away, he took her wrist in his hand, keeping her close. "But you are something for me," they looked at each other before they started to lean forward.

"What does it mean?" she asked confused.

"I don't know," he whispered before his lips touched hers once again. Desna's eyes closed as she kissed him back. After all those weeks, they were kissing again. She had missed him. His right hand moved at the side of her face as he deepened the kiss. They were lost in each other as they heard the front door open, making them pull away. But the movement had been so abrupt that Lip gave out a groan.

"You okay?" Desna asked, touching his face with her hands. He nodded and squinted his eyes.

"Shit, Lip, what happened?" Veronica's voice made Desna turn to see her and Fiona walking into the kitchen. Desna looked at Lip for a brief moment before giving V space to take a look at him. When she moved, she noticed Fiona looked at her as Desna sat on another chair, but she ignored it to listen to what Veronica was doing.

She had brought all the medicines they had in the house and started to dab Lip's forehead with cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Lip hissed as she did.

"Oh, sorry, sweetie," V said gently as the cracking noise of the wooden stairs announced Frank's presence. He looked at his son, but he didn't say anything as he sat on the stool next to the counter, sipping his beer.

"The nose is the most commonly broken nose in boys between the ages of 13 and 25," Veronica explained, observing Lip's face.

"T-that's fascinating," Lip said before pointing at the man, still asleep. But who is the old dude?"

"It's not a dude, it's you're aunt Ginger," Frank answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lip frowned, "What, the one that owns the house?" Desna looked at Frank. What was he up to at that time?

"That's right. " It was unbelievable how Frank knew how to lay without flinching. "Hey Ginger," he said towards the man who had been woken up by his loud voice. Say hello to your nephew. " The poor thing looked so confused.

"Dad, stop," Fiona almost begged with a heavy breath.

"Why is he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as Aunt Ginger?" Lip asked, confused, as Desna double-checked the man. She had not realized he was Mr. Perry.

"Who?" Frank asked with a frown.

"The old bus driver," Desna answered, and Lip nodded.

"He sleeps behind the dumpster over at the A&P," he explained, his eyes bareafly met Desna's, who looked down smiling.

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger," Fiona began to explain before glaring at her father, "And he is too lazy to get the real one."

"Where?" asked Desna with a frown.

"Michigan," Fiona said.

"That's retardedly brilliant," Lip commented, and Desna frowned at him.

"Really?" she asked as Frank spoke.

"Thank you!" the man exclaimed.

"Or brilliantly retarded," Fiona said, and Desna felt like agreeing. And as Frank thanked again, the girl rolled her eyes.

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her," Fiona complained, trying to provoke a reaction from her father, but it was useless. Fiona took a breath before turning to Veronica.

"Think Kev will let us borrow his car?" V frowned.

"No." Kev was getting restless every time he figured out that V or Desna had lent something of theirs to the Gallaghers. He almost lost it the morning of the day before when he learned that the Gallaghers had borrowed their toaster because Carl had broken theirs.

"I'll call and beg," Fiona decided, standing up and heading to the living room.

"We got those from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn," Debbie said, entering the kitchen with Carl and placing old hairdryers on the counter. It'll be a good way to stay warm."

"You okay?" Desna asked Lip as she saw him move his neck with a painful expression.

"I'd like to say yes," he said, looking at her with a small smile, which she returned.

"Hey, Kev, it's me," Fiona said with her phone against her cellphone.

"Does she have a chance to convince him?" Desna asked V, who glared at her. Probably not. Maybe you could ask him after sex," she suggested, making Lip chuckle.

Suddenly, Frank moved, taking the phone from Fiona's hand, "You won't need the car," he muttered, and everyone frowned at his words.

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona asked, confused.

"She is dead," Desna widened her eyes.

"What?" Fiona exclaimed.

"Who's dead?" Debbie asked, looking at them and waiting for an answer.

"Ant Ginger," Lip said, and Debbie got upset.

"Did you know her?" Desna asked Lip, who shook his head.

"Debs you've never met her," he said a bit confused.

"And now I never will!" She exclaimed, and Desna and Lip looked at each other.

"Don't give me hard time," Frank complained defensively like he always liked to be, "I've been very upset about it. I'm in mourning."

Desna shook her head, how did they all managed to pull up with Frank's shit was something really unbelieveble for her.

"When did she die?" Fiona asked with wide eyes.

Frank shrugged his shoulders, "T-twelve years ago," he stuttered, "I was trying to protect all of you from the drama, how do you think I feel?" he kept justify himself, "That woman was my heart and soul, she practically raised me."

A great fucking job, she did there.

"Dad," Fiona was speaking in the countless attempt to put some sense back in her father's head, "You've been chasing her checks. That's felony. We are leaving in her house. Was there even a will?"

"You don't need a will, if she's not technically dead," Frank said as if it was incomprehensible that Fiona was not getting it.

"Yes, she is technically dead, Dad," Fiona said getting pissed as she moved towards her father, "Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead doesn't make her not dead. Fuck!"

That was very dangerous, Fiona could go in jail and the other would have been sent in foster care, and Frank... whatever happened it was alright at that point.

"What are we gonna do now?" Fiona asked before Veronica's lips moved into a giant smile.

"Well..."

**********

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[hughungrybear]

7 Comfort Movies

Tagged by @imlivingformyselfdontmindme (post here). I have to confess that I have not seen the inside of a cinema since the pandemic. However, I do have tons of subscriptions from different streaming services and most of my favourite movies are old anyway lol 😅

In no particular order

1. It Happened One Night (1934, United States)

Starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert

Synopsis: In Frank Capra's acclaimed romantic comedy, spoiled heiress Ellie Andrews (Claudette Colbert) impetuously marries the scheming King Westley, leading her tycoon father (Walter Connolly) to spirit her away on his yacht. After jumping ship, Ellie falls in with cynical newspaper reporter Peter Warne (Clark Gable), who offers to help her reunite with her new husband in exchange for an exclusive story. But during their travels, the reporter finds himself falling for the feisty young heiress.

2. Crazy Little Thing Called Love (2010, Thailand)

Starring Baifern Pimchanok, Mario Maurer

Synopsis: A junior schoolgirl Nam (Pimchanok Luevisetpaiboon) falls in love with her schoolboy senior Chone (Mario Maurer) but is afraid to show her feelings to him, partly because Chone is everyone’s idol, and Nam regards herself as unpopular, homely-looking, and average. She has nothing that can make him notice her. But with the support of her three best friends, Nam revolutionizes herself, starting with her looks and activities to get him to notice her.

3. That Thing Called Tadhana [Fate] (2014, Philippines)

Starring Angelica Panganiban, JM de Guzman

Synopsis: A story about a broken-hearted girl who meets a boy in a not-so-normal way. Together, they go to places and find out "Where do broken hearts go?"

4. Koe no Katachi [A Silent Voice] (2016, Japan)

Starring Miyu Irino, Saori Hayami

Synopsis: As a wild youth, elementary school student, Shouya Ishida sought to beat boredom in the cruelest ways. When the deaf Shouko Nishimiya transfers into his class, Shouya and the rest of his class thoughtlessly bully her for fun. However, when her mother notifies the school, he is singled out and blamed for everything done to her. With Shouko transferring out of the school, Shouya is left at the mercy of his classmates. He is heartlessly ostracized all throughout elementary and middle school, while teachers turn a blind eye. Now in his third year of high school, Shouya is still plagued by his wrongdoings as a young boy. Sincerely regretting his past actions, he sets out on a journey of redemption: to meet Shouko once more and make amends.

5. While You Were Sleeping (1995, United States)

Starring Sandra Bullock, Bill Pullman

Synopsis: Lonely transit worker Lucy Eleanor Moderatz (Sandra Bullock) pulls her longtime crush, Peter (Peter Gallagher), from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he's in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Lucy causes Peter's family to assume that she is his fiancée. When Lucy doesn't correct them, they take her into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when she finds herself falling for Peter's sheepish brother, Jack (Bill Pullman).

6. Empire Records (1995, United States)

Starring Ethan Embry, Rory Cochrane, Robin Tunney, Liv Tyler, Renee Zellweger, Anthony LaPaglia

Synopsis: Joe (Anthony LaPaglia) runs Empire Records, an independent Delaware store that employs a tight-knit group of music-savvy youths. Hearing that the shop may be sold to a big chain, slacker employee Lucas (Rory Cochrane) bets a chunk of the store's money, hoping to get a big return. When this plan fails, Empire Records falls into serious trouble, and the various other clerks, including lovely Corey (Liv Tyler) and gloomy Deb (Robin Tunney), must deal with the problem, among many other issues.

7. Clerks (1994, United States)

Starring Brian O'Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Jay and Silent Bob

Synopsis: Dante (Brian O'Halloran) is called in to cover a shift at his New Jersey convenience store on his day off. His friend Randal (Jeff Anderson) helps him pass the time, neglecting his video-store customers next door to hang out in the Quick Stop. The uneventful day is disrupted by news that one of Dante's ex-girlfriends has died. After attending her memorial service, Dante muses over staying with current girlfriend Veronica (Marilyn Ghigliotti) or reuniting with ex Caitlin (Lisa Spoonhauer).

Tagging @lost-my-sanity1, @telomeke, @bengiyo @shortpplfedup and anyone who sees this and would want to play 😊

[edgarxfortier]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

Name: Edgar Michael Yang-Fortier

Age: 38

Occupation: Manager of Desert Bloom Winery

Affiliation: Donor for Obsidian Holdings

Gender & Pronouns: Man (he/him)

Languages spoken: English; French; Mandarin

DOB: March 18, 1986

Zodiac: Pisces

Blood type: AB+

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Gender: Cisgender man

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: demiromantic bisexual

Height: 6’2”

Eye color: Hazel

Hair color: Dark Brown

Religious affiliation: Buddhist

Scars: small scar bisecting left eyebrow

Tattoos: Many (including the majority of FC’s actual tattoos), mostly small. Most notable: snake on right forearm; fleur de lis on left ankle; koi fish on side of left wrist.

Faceclaim: Lewis Tan

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

tw death

Edgar Yang-Fortier had sold his soul to the devil. How else was he supposed to feel when the only thing he’d ever wanted, ever worked for, had been bought and sold through bribery and extortion? 

Edgar Yang-Fortier had grown up in relative luxury. For generations, the Fortier family had been renowned vintners. They’d started out in southern France only to immigrate to Paxton, Arizona a few decades back. It was then that Desert Bloom Winery was born, when Xavier Fortier met and married Daiyu Yang, the daughter of a local farmer. On paper, the match appeared to be blessed – Xavier had been born and bred into wine making knowledge, and Daiyu came from a long line of people who’d loved and cared for their parcel of land. Their two expertises, then, could be nothing less that fruitful. In practice, though, the match was ill fated from the start. 

Xavier Fortier was something of a monster who terrorized his young family behind closed doors. On top of that, over the years, he developed a gambling habit, often finding himself indebted to a variety of sources. So, it came as no surprise, then, when, on the occasion of his death a mere year ago, it was discovered that Desert Bloom Winery was so steeped in debt that there was simply no other option than to sell. 

It was then that Obsidian Holdings came knocking. Edgar had met and had a brief fling with Lindsey Gallagher during their college days, but college had ended and he’d returned to Paxton with the intent of taking over the winery, and had hardly thought twice about the woman in the years that followed. Finding her on his doorstep days after his father’s funeral had come as a surprise, but her offer had felt like an inevitability. 

Without the knowledge of his siblings, Edgar accepted the offer – sell the winery in all but name to Obsidian Holdings and continue to operate business as usual. The winery would host events when Obsidian needed and the Fortier-Yang family would become donors to the cause, but in the way that it counted – for pride’s sake – they would be able to hold on to their legacy.

The offer was clearly extortionary. Edgar could see all of the ways this could go up in flames, but he’d been given an opportunity to redeem and secure his family’s legacy and he would take it even if it required making a deal with the devil. His siblings aren’t aware of the inner workings of the deal. In their minds, he’s simply accepted a loan which has allowed him to push off some of the business’s debt for the time being, but Edgar knows better – he’s doomed himself all for the chance to save his family, and he’d do it again if he had to. 

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐂

Edgar likes to believe that he’s a neutral party. He’d grown up in this town, known both Randall and Alicia, but had never allowed himself to become enmeshed in the goings on of the Cowboy Mafia. As a donor to Obsidian Holdings, though, and the face of their newest acquisition, it’s difficult to remain neutral in this fight. He hates everything Obsidian stands for, hates who he has become, but recognizes that to save his family’s legacy, he would take that deal every sing time. 

[are-soul]

10 / 10 songs

New Slang - The Shins

White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes

If I Had a Gun - Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

Le Temps de L'amour - Francoise Hard

Booster Seat - Spacey Jane

Hennessy and Sailor Moon - Yung Lean

The Adults are Talking - The Strokes

This Night Has Opened My Eyes - The Smiths

Sound & Vision - David Bowie

Electric Blue - Icehouse

Family Affair - Mart J. Blige

Summer Breeze - Seal & Crofts

Harvest Moon - Neil Young

I'd Like to Walk Around in Your Mind - Vashti Bunyan

Midnight, The Stars and You - Deerhoof

Sinal - Liana Flores

Si Bien du Mal - Herve

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

Heaven Beside You - Alice in Chains

Lullaby - The Cure

Agnes - Glass Animals

You'll Be in My Heart - Phil Collins

Pale Blue Dot - Ross from Friends

[purgetrooperfox]

I was tagged by @thesingularityseries to run ocs through this picrew!

Nocte (on and off the clock)

Eyes (pre- and mid-Maelstrom)

npts @queen--kenobi @kiwikipedia @baba-fett @galacticgraffiti @hamburgerslippers @certified-anakinfucker and anyone who wants to

[louisupdates]

[Translated from Spanish]

Louis Tomlinson: All of Those Voices - Review of the documentary film

CINE PREMIERE

23-03-2023, 12:13:40 PM | By: Luis Angel H Mora

When it is understood that All of Those Voices serves as a need for Louis Tomlinson to cure his own trauma, this is when the film finds its greatest value.

In his most recent record production, Louis Tomlinson writes in "Lucky Again" the verses: "I’m a hard man to lose, but I figured it out and returned to the life I would choose. I was lucky once, I can be lucky again." A phrase that resonates with special attention when trying to define the heart of Louis Tomlinson: All of Those Voices, a movie that beyond telling the journey of a star, is actually a story about overcoming trauma and grief, which happens under the incessant gaze of the public eye.

The whole world knows Louis Tomlinson because he belonged to the most successful British band of recent times. But in his eagerness to be able to distinguish himself from that label, and to forge a new path for himself, is that the singer not only writes and interprets his songs, but also ventures into the creation of a documentary about the last years of his life.

All of Those Voices is a testimony of the last five years as a star and as an ordinary person from Doncaster, United Kingdom. Although for many the maneuver of building a documentary about himself, at such an early stage of his career, could seem narcissistic, the film is effective in making the audience understand why Tomlinson deserves a place on stage and a distinction beyond One Direction.

To achieve this, the singer found the perfect partner in crime in Charlie Lightening, a filmmaker accustomed to working with successful musical personalities. Behind him, he carries the documentary Liam: As It Was, where he explores Liam Gallagher's soloist figure. And he is also responsible for the creation of several Paul McCartney music videos.

It's natural for Lightening to examine Tomlinson. Especially when much of his filmography focuses on exploring the lives of characters who come from a band and who seek to forge their career as soloists. Thus, All of Those Voices arrives with a cinematic and sober look that looks little like a concert for the big screen. It even gives the whole a specific visual style. Grainy images, with camera in hand and warm colors that in a sense fill with nostalgia what the narrative of unroadtrip seems.

The camera's roadtrip takes the singer's two concert tours as its starting point. One interrupted by the pandemic and another that served to prove to the world the worth and scope that Louis Tomlinson can have alone beyond One Direction. But above all, the images show the process in which the singer himself discovered and accepted that he had enough to conceive a future in the music scene.

Fans know Tomlinson's story very well, but they have never heard it from his own voice. Lightening's gaze is astute when capturing those moments that were key to Louis' personal and professional maturity. Difficult moments in his life include the death of his mother and a few years later that of his sister. The film relies heavily on those events, but it does not use them in a morbid way to create empathy.

On the contrary, the film is perceived as a movement of appropriation and overcoming trauma. The most important turning points that the film raises to be able to understand the current personality of the artist, are the need for an absent father figure; the separation of One Direction; and the loss of his mother and sister. When the audience understands that this film arises as a personal need of Louis Tomlinson to heal his own trauma, it is when the footage finds its greatest value.

Regardless of whether the audience in front of the screen is a fan of the singer or not, the documentary is empathetic. It does not hold itself to telling the exploits of a personality that climbs to the biggest stages and travels around the world. But to explore human and universal duels that are easily identifiable by anyone.

One of the strengths of All of Those Voices is that it completely shuns becoming a concert for movie theaters. The singer's music is present, but it always appears in the background and only to provide context for his profession. Presentations in different arenas of the world appear here and there because they are part of his life. But not because it is the author's intention to create with them memorable images or dreamy musical narratives.

Lightening is in charge of placing the camera above all in front of the people around the artist. And he interviews them to find, through them, those details that perhaps even Louis does not know about himself. When the singer says that this documentary is a way to undress in front of his audience, he is telling the truth. The images are not afraid to describe him meditative, devoted to tobacco, drinking alcohol or cursing.

Tomlinson is sincere when he says he feels he can't have control over his destiny. Also when she analyzes her relationship with her fans and qualifies her as a co-dependence. His words reflect a picture of anxiety that appears quite marked during the beginning, but that gradually transforms and fades as the footage progresses. A sample of the skill of Lightening and his editor as storytellers that seem casual and that develop on the fly.

Of course, the documentary will be a delight for Louis Tomlinson's followers, but also a very emotional experience. Especially in the moments where the separation of One Direction is explored from a little-known point of view. The frustration of its members before the imminent end of the band, will only cause discomfort in the fans, eight years after their breakup.

Most of these types of works boast of telling the story of a tour, or the creation of an album. Some others go through the entire personal and professional life of the protagonist. But others focus only at certain times. All of Those Voices has a very clear narrative arc and is none other than to show the process by which Louis Tomlinson endured a large number of duels, before he could believe in himself and his value as an artist.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Still in a Harvest Moon mood, I decided to give all of the characters in HM64 full names (except the sprites).

Also decided to challenge myself to use pick one for each alpabeth. Well, tried, but then divided into major and minor character. So, none have the same beginning letter in their surname except when they're one family.

Meanings under the cut (in alphabetic order; bold for major character, italic for minor character):

Akana (Hawaiian): A common Hawaiian last name and the meaning of the name is "bright".

Amito 網戸 (Japanese): Means "doorway with an insect net" in Japanese.

Bakhuizen (Dutch): Means "bakery" from Dutch bak "bake" and huis "house", an occupational name for a baker.

Bouvier (French): Means "cowherd" in French, from Latin boviarus, a derivative of bos "cow".

Chevalier (French): From a nickname derived from French chevalier meaning "knight", from Late Latin caballarius "horseman", Latin caballus "horse".

Chigusa 千種 (Japanese): From 千 (sen, chi) meaning "thousand"and 種 (shu, -gusa, tane) meaning "class, kind, seed, species, variety"

Desrosiers (French): Means "from the rose bushes", from French rosier "rose bush". It probably referred to a person who lived close to, or cared for a rose garden.

Dufour (French): Occupational name for a baker, from French four "oven".

Eccleston (English): Denoted a person from any of the various places named Eccleston in England, derived from Latin ecclesia "church" (via Briton) and Old English tun "enclosure, yard, town".

Fils-Aimé (Haitian Creole): Means "beloved son" from French fils meaning "son" and aimé "love".

Gagnon (French): Derived from old French gagnon "guard dog". The name most likely originated as a nickname for an aggressive or cruel person.

Gallagher (Irish): Anglicized form of the Irish Ó Gallchobhair meaning "descendant of Gallchobhar".

Hickey (Irish): Anglicized form of Irish Ó hÍcidhe meaning "descendant of the healer".

Jernigan (English): Possibly derived from the old Breton name Iarnogon meaning "iron famous".

Kaufmann (German, Jewish): Means "trader, merchant" in German.

Keller (German): Means "cellar" in German, an occupational name for one in charge of the food and drink.

Langenberg (German, Dutch): From various place names meaning "long mountain" in German and Dutch.

Morifuji 森藤 (Japanese): From 森 (mori) meaning "forest" and 藤 (fuji) meaning "wisteria".

Munakata 宗像, (Japanese): From Japanese 宗 (mune) meaning "religion, doctrine, creed" and 像 (kata) meaning "figure, image, form".

Nussbaum (German, Jewish): Means "nut tree", derived from the German Nuss "nut" and Baum "tree".

Ophir אוֹפִיר (Hebrew): From the given name Ophir. Ophir (or Ofir) is originally a biblical place name. In the days of King Solomon, Ophir was metioned as the name of a land, full of abudant natural treasures such as gold, silver, etc.

Pellegrino (Italian): Means "pilgrim, traveller" in Italian, ultimately from Latin peregrinus.

Rye (English): Topographic name. It could be a misdivision of the Middle English phrases atter ye meaning "at the island" or atter eye meaning "at the river". In some cases it merely indicated a person who lived where rye was grown or worked with rye (from Old English ryge).

Seaver (English): From the unattested Old English given name Sæfaru, derived from the Old English elements sæ "sea, ocean" and faru "journey".

Strickland (English): From the name of a town in Cumbria, derived from Old English stirc "calf, young bullock" and land "cultivated land".

Van de Vliert (Dutch): Means "from the elderberry" in Dutch.

Wakabayashi 若林 (Japanese): From Japanese 若 (waka) meaning "young" and 林 (hayashi) meaning "forest".

Yoxall (English): Originally indicated a person from the town of Yoxall in Staffordshire, itself derived from Old English geoc "oxen yoke" and halh "nook, recess".

Yukiyama 幸山 (Japanese): This surname combines 幸 (kou, saiwa.i, sachi, shiawa.se, yuki) meaning "blessing, fortune, happiness," with 山 (san, sen, yama) meaning "mountain."

[lgwifey]

CAPTURE PART TWO

noel gallagher x platonic!fem!reader

Summary : A bit of y/n being dragged out by Liam.

A/n : it's so short, but i've got no ideas, i'm ill and it's 1:08 am <33

MASTERLIST

PART ONE

"I'm going to get murdered if my mum finds out. I'll be plain, cold dead Noel !"

The older boy just rolled his eyes and threw a dress at her. Y/n gave him a confused look, wondering where the twenty year old man got the teenage girl's clothing from.

"It's off one of Liam's friend's sisters. You'll probably meet her tonight, she's the only one with a braincell in that entire group."

Y/n just gave a nod before waving Noel to leave the room so she could get changed. Once he had left, she unzipped her bag which had been thrown onto Liam's bed. The duffle which was usually stocked with hockey or netball outfits and supplies had been refilled with a pair of new, navy gazelles, a can of dedrant, a makeup bag and a hairbrush. She quickly fixed her face, deciding lash minute to drag some messy eyeliner and silver chunky glitter around her eyes. The hairbrush was dragged through her damp hair, the locks being even more tangled from the gorgeous Manchester weather.

After about half an hour, y/n ran out of the bedroom and the the bathroom across the hall to de-sweat herself and spray a ton of deodrant. She swore she was going through a can a week with her mother's sports layout.

Checking outside the door, y/n found the hallway to be cleared of any Gallagher boys and therefore quickly rushed back into Noel and Liam's bedroom to carry on getting ready for what had been refered to as "her only chance to get an actual life" by Liam. She bedroom door was accidentally slammed such, causing her to cringe as she swapped the sports bra for a black push up bra. Simple but cute in her mind. The short black dress borrowed from one of Liam's friends was then pulled ontop and her adidas where slipped on, white ruffled socks poking out ontop.

She'd been left for just over fourty minutes before she returned to the livingroom where she found Liam slouched on a couch watching some old football game, y/n assumed that the light blue little men running around where Man City.

"Bonjour William."

"Alright Chips."

Her cheeks flamed up pink at the greeting. Noel wasn't supposed to tell anyone that story, especially not his half decent looking younger brother !

"Urm, so when do we need to leave ?"

"Oh not for ages, not got a clue why r' kid got you to get ready so early. Then again, i suppose most birds take ages."

He drew out the 'a' in ages, making the slightly younger girl giggle.

"You've got like, another three hours Chips, oh and pre drinks are in the kitchen. "

Y/n just gave a nod before pushing herself off from leaning against the doorframe and exiting to the kitchen, where she assumed Noel was becoming friendly with a bottle of somekind.

After leaving the Gallagher's house, y/n found herself being dragged around by Liam. Most if the time he had his hand wrapped round her's, and when it wasn't, he had a grip on the back of her dark grey denim jacket.

Before meeting his friends on the corner, she'd had a speech of 'i have to make sure your safe or r' kid'll kill me, so if anyone tried to give you any trouble just tell 'em that your with me, yeah. Oh and try not to talk to proper like.'

She just gave a haste nod and followed everything he did. Not only had she never really been to a house party, she hadn't really talked with people who she wasn't related to or who weren't in her class.

As they walked up to a small group of teenagers who looked the same age as her, maybe a bit older, Liam moved his position from holding her hand to throwing his arm over her shoulders.

"Aight fellas, this is y/n. Chips these are the biggest bunch of wankers you'll ever meet."

Liam had a grin plastered on his lips, causing her to smile and as the group introduced themselfs individually, she found herself becoming alot more calm than she was before.

They all simutainiously started heading down the street, not a word spoken, they just started walking. She followed Liam still, arm now around her waist, slightly under her jacket.

"Bet this is much better than that hockey team right."

She just gave a nod.

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

Warning: this story will contain smut.

Masterlist - Next >>

Chapter 1

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She moaned, gripping the bars of the bunk bed as Lip was thrusting himself from behind her.

"Am I making you feel good, Des?" he held tight to her hips, setting the pace.

"So fucking good," she moaned, moving her hips so as to make him understand that she wanted him to move faster. He chuckled as he gripped her harder, surely living marks, as he complied with her silent request.

"Oh my god!" she almost cried, covering her mouth with her hand. It was too loud. They could not be loud, or the children might hear something from downstairs.

"Afraid to get caught?" Lip asked teasingly as Desna looked at the closed door.

"What if…oh fuck" she moaned, "The kids hear…shit…or if Fiona gets back?"

Lip stopped his movement, slipping out of her, before turning her so that he could look at her in the eyes. His hands caged her head.

"Then we have to be quick about it," he said before crushing his lips on hers in a hungry kiss, leading her to walk to the side of the bed.

"Ian's bed makes so much fucking noise," she complained in between kisses; her arm circled his shoulder, and one of her hands moved to touch his hair like she knew he liked it.

"Better then," he said pushing her on the materass before, climbig above her, he was quick to put himself in between her, entering her with a strong hip thrust, "Since you'd love to be caught."

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She tried desperately to keep quiet, her eyes shut and her lips open.

"You like it, don't you?" The sound of skin slapping was filling the room, Lip's moans in her ears as he kissed the skin of her neck.

"Lip, please…" she whispered, trying to keep quiet, her eyes on the door as his pace got faster. God, he was thrusting so good in her.

"Yeah, you do," he moaned, sliding one of his hands in between them to start rubbing her clit, and to stop herself from crying, she had to bite on his shoulder, making him course, but it didn't make him stop talking, "Like when I fuck you in the bathrooms at school, yeah?" His strong thrust made her moan, and his words made her shiver.

"Fuck, Lip!" She moaned again, making him chuckle.

"You'd like to be seen as I fuck you hard," he said before kissing her, silencing the loud moan that was about to leave her lips. His speed increased, and she did all she could to follow his pace. She could feel him stretching her so well, reaching that spot inside of her that made her forget everything. His finger worked on her, pushing her closer and closer to her release.

"Shit, Lip, don't stop!" She begged gripping his hair making him groan, his lips were back on hers to give her another hungry kiss.

"Don't stop!" She said as he thrusted up, making her yelp. "Shit, Lip!"

"I love to fuck you, Des," with every thrust, moans left her mouth, "So fucking good, Desna!"

She bit at his shoulder again as she climaxed, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the cloth of her shirt.

God, Desna Hills loved how Lip Gallagher fucked her. And she absolutely adored observing him as he moved above her, checking his release. His eyes closed, low groans lifting his lips.

"Wait," Desna said as other moans left her mouth because of his movements inside of her. "Lip, stop!"

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, stopping before his eyes looked down at where their bodies were joined, probably afraid that he had hurt her somehow.

Desna smiled before moving her fingers under his chin so that his blue gaze was on her.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," at her words, his eyes widened before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"That's fucking hot, Des," he said, before kissing her, giving another thrust that made her leave a sound in between a chuckle and a moan. He then moved away so that he could sit at the edge of the bed. Desna smirked as she moved to stand up so that she could walk in front of Lip, locking her eyes with his and making sure never to look away as she knelt in between his legs. Her hands traced patterns on his tights before her fingers closed around his shaft, making him try to hold a moan in. Desna smiled at the reaction as she moved her hand up and down, his body tense, so she got closer kissing the top of his cock, giving him quick teasing licks.

"Don't be mean, Desna," he said, his knuckles white for the force with which he was gripping the sheets, "I don't know how much more I will last."

Desna smirked before opening her mouth to take him in.

"Shit, fuck!" He moaned as she started to bob her head up and down. She made sure that her hair was out of the way so he could see her taking his full length in her mouth and to make sure he could see her green eyes on him.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," she smiled, sucking harder and moving her head faster. She really wanted to see him cum for her like that.

"Shit, Des," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, careful not to make too much noise. At that point, she took his other hand to put it in her hair so that he could move her as he pleased. And so he did. She relaxed as he gripped the root of her dark hair, moving her head as he needed. He hit the back of her throat at some point, making her gag.

"Fuck I love this, Des," He said, moving her head faster, "Fuck you're so beautiful like that." He was there, and she loved it, "Shit, I love to fuck you so bad!" And with that, she could feel his hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. He was groaning to try and keep the volume down as she moved her head up and down his half some more before releasing with a pop. Her green eyes locked in his blue ones, he was breathing heavy, red cheeks and messy hair. That was a sight she liked to see, and she felt proud that she was the one making him feel like that. As she started to lick his cock again, ready to take him once more.

"Stop, stop," he said with a grin, making her stand up with him. "I can't believe you've given me head," his arms moved around her waist, and from her lips escaped a chuckle.

"Was it good?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I've seen it somewhere, and I wanted to try." He pulled her closer, making her giggle.

"Good does not describe it," he said, chuckling, before his eyes moved to observe her face. He was looking at her intensely, and she could not stop herself from biting her lips, and he groaned, "God, I want to fuck you again so bad."

She smirked as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips moved against his, her eyes closed, and she moved her arms to circle his shoulders so as not to make him move away. Then he moved to rest his forehead on hers.

"Do you wanna?" He said, giving her another peck on the lip.

"I'm supposed to look out for the kids," she said, her fingers now gripping his locks.

"They are smart kids; they can survive," he said, looking at her before putting his lips on hers again, his grip around her waist tight. "Come on…" he whispered.

Desna chuckled.

"What got you so eager?" she asked. "What is it? Karen hasn't given you any lately?"

He smirked before assaulting her mouth again. His hand moved under her skirt, making her moan as he started to rub her clit again.

"Don't be a bitch," he said as his tray of kisses moved to her neck. Her hand secured on his hair.

"I'm not the bitch, here," she said, pulling him closer with a serious expression. She wasn't like Karen.

"Don't be jealous, then," he chuckled, assaulting her neck again, but Desna only scoffed.

"Of Karen Jackson?" She said as she could feel him hardening again against her body, "Please, how many times have you fucked her today?"

He stopped his movement thinking, "Um… none" She smirked as she leaned closer to his mouth, "And how many times did you fuck me today?"

"Four," at his words, she frowned.

"Three," she corrected him.

"Yeah, you're right," Lip said as if he was thinking. That was his smartass face; she knew it by now. "Well, then let's make it four!" he said before pushing her onto the bed, making a yelp leave her mouth.

"Lip, I have to go back down," she said, chuckling.

"You are helping me, don't you remember?" he said, positioning himself between her legs. "You have to help me find my phone," he said, entering her again.

Desna moaned at the sensation, "What shit of an excuse!" She said before moaning again as he started to thrust inside of her. Her core was still sensitive from before, making her feel his every move even more. "Oh fuck, Lip, shit!"

"Fuck, Des," he moaned in her ear. He was fastening his pace, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and skin slapping once again when they could hear footsteps on the stairs.

"Des! The alarm of the oven went off!"

"Fuck, Debbie!" Lip exclaimed as Desna pushed him away so that she could stand up. She fixed her shirt and skirt before exiting the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

"And charge the fucking phone next time, Lip!" She exclaimed with fake annoyance before turning towards Debbie, who was now running to her.

"So, did you two do it?" the girl asked, making Desna wide her eyes.

"What?" It came out with a higher pitch than what she had expected.

"The phone. Did you find it?" Debbie asked with a frown.

"Yeah," Desna said, smiling. "It would have been easier if that room hadn't been a mess."

"Tell me about it," the little girl said, nodding her head, before taking Desna's wrist, "We have to go!"

"Where?"

"The alarm went off; the cookies are ready!" Debbie argued.

Shit, that was true.

"Debs, go turn off the oven. I have to use the bathroom real quick, and then I'll take out the cookies."

Debbie observed her, but she seemed satisfied with her answer.

"Alright, but hurry up!" Then she ran towards the stairs.

Desna took a deep breath. That was another close call; she thought as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and fix her hair.

Desna Hills had known the Gallaghers for four years now since she had moved to live with Kev and V on the South Side of Chicago. She have known Kev since she was a child, her family was totally fucked up, so when she was twelve Kev and V decided to take her in. Desna loved to live with them; they were funny and nice, and they even gave her a job at Kev's place, called the Alaby. It was filled with drunk people, and there was nothing that she hadn't already seen, but she liked the place. In the morning, she goes to school, and sometimes, in the afternoon, she babysits Fiona Gallagher's children. She wasn't paid for that, but she didn't care. Fiona was V's best friend, and now Desna had become the Gallaghers' friend as well.

"It went well," Desna looked at Lip through the mirror.

"You clearly have no idea what well means," she said, shaking her head with a chuckle before moving to walk out. However, as she passed next to him, Lip stopped her by the waist.

"I'm sorry," he said as he shrugged his shoulders, "We were having fun, weren't we?" His hands were around her waist, and as her hands moved around his neck, their bodies closed once again.

"We were," she said, rubbing her nose against his.

"When can we finish?" She laughed at his words.

"You are so eager today!" Desna said, trying to move away. "What's gotten into you?" But Lip only smirked before pulling her closer and kissing her lips hungrily again.

"I want you," he muttered against her lips, and Desna smiled, liking that he was saying those words.

"I want you too," she said as her hand moved to the front of his jeans, making him suck in a breath, trying not to make noise. She moved her head so as to lock their lips together. They kissed hard, like always, his hands around her waist, and her fingers started to trace the shape of his cock, and he shivered.

"Fuck, Desna," he said, moving his head away so that he could take a deep breath since her hand was palming him through his jeans now.

Desna then moved to his neck, tracing a line of kisses until she reached his ear, "I really want you so fucking bad," she moaned in his ear, to which he answered with a "Fuck, baby," She could feel his hard-on now, and after she made few more moans to work him up, she moved away.

"But not today," she said, running away.

"Come on! You can't!" Desna heard him say as she made her way down the stairs.

He had started it first. She had a job to do; he could not distract her like that without a payback. And she liked to think him upstairs all hot and bothered for something that she did.

This thing with Lip had started for free months now. Desna had always had a crush on Lip since she met him. He was smart, crazy smart, probably the smartest person she had ever met. He was a couple of years older than Desna, and they had been friends since they met. Desna was the same age as Ian, the third Gallagher brother, and the three of them were always together. Lip had always been nice to her, even if she knew he was a ladies man, he liked to fuck around, but Desna didn't care. They started sleeping together when they found themselves alone in the living room of the Gallaghers' house. They had sex on the couch.

Since that day, they had started "this kind of relationship," as Desna liked to call it, while Ian always said that that kind of relationship already had a name: "friends with benefits." And she knew that, she wasn't naive. Desna was well aware that she and Lip weren't exclusive since he was fucking Karen Jackson as well. And even Karen Jackson was fucking… well, every living soul. While Desna wasn't. One part of her said that it was because she still didn't found anyone to fuck, but another part told her that it was because she already had the guy that she wanted. She was aware that that was not a normal relationship, but for now, it was enough for her.

"Look, Des, look!" Debbie said, jumping in front of the oven. Debbie Gallagher was twelve years old, and she was a sweet and lively girl. The Gallaghers, like everyone in the South Side, weren't actually lucky with money, and Debbie was very careful with the payments of the bills, keeping track of everyone with their part of the money. She was very mature for her age.

Desna smiled at Debbie as she grabbed a rag to shield her hand from the heat of the oven.

"Be careful; it's freaking hot," Desna said before turning towards the living room, "Carl, sweetheart, cookies are ready!" The fifth Gallagher brother was Carl Gallagher, a boy of eleven, he was one of a kind, that's how Desna would describe him. He was a very active boy with a love for destruction.

The boy was now looking at the TV, but when he heard Desna call for him, he immediately got up running into the kitchen.

"They are ready?" He said as he moved his hand to take one.

"Be careful," she said as she took the last Gallagher brother, Liam, in her arms.

"If I hurt myself, would you kiss me better?" Carl said with a smirk, to which she shook her head with a fonding look.

"Maybe when you're older," she said, rocking Liam back and forth, who let out a giggle.

"When is "older"?" Carl asked, as always. It was no new subject to her. Fiona had told her that Carl had developed a crush on Desna, so he always tried to make his move, as he liked to call them. Desna found it cute, though.

"Maybe when you're eighteen?" She guessed, making him shake his head.

"It's too far away."

"That's how it is, buddy," she said, stroking his hair, "Eat the cookies," Then she turned to Debbie, who was biting one, "Is it good, Debs?"

Her eyes grew large, "They are so good, I want the recipe!"

Desna smiled, "I'll write it down for you." Then, she could hear some steps from the stairs behind her. As she turned, she noticed Lip running down.

"Hey," she said teasingly, "I've Taken care of everything upstairs." But as they looked at each other, she could see some nervousness in his gaze, different from what she was expecting.

"Lip," Desna called him, getting closer to the boy and touching his arm. "Is everything alright?" She observed his face as he nodded his head.

"No, yeah, yeah, it's fine," he answered before looking directly into her eyes, "I need to talk to you."

Desna frowned. She looked at the children before looking at Lip.

"Lip." She said warningly.

"No, not upstairs," he was quick to add, "Outside."

They looked at each other, her green eyes looking at his blue ones once again. She liked to get lost in his eyes so much.

"Outside seems fine," she said, nodding her head at him before turning to Debbie.

"Debs, I leave Liam to your expert watch," Desna said with a smile as she gave the toddler in Debbie's arms.

"Leave it to me," Debbie assured. Desna caressed her auburn hair before following Lip outside the house. She observed him as he sat down on the porch, lighting a cigarette. He seemed really nervous.

"Lip?" she asked, sitting next to him. His leg was bouncing up and down, so she moved closer to take his free hand in hers.

"What is it?" She asked gripping his hand, he was so relaxed before, what could have happened so suddenly?

"I was…" he said after a moment of silence, "I wanted to take care of your little prank," she would have smiled if he didn't seem so nervous, "And I took our porn magazines, but they weren't mine," he said, and she found herself frowning.

"Okay?" She asked, wondering where this was going.

"There were fucking males on it," he said, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"I don't understand," she admitted. And he nodded his head.

"Yeah… me neither…" he whispered, looking down.

"I'm sure," she said, moving closer so that their legs were touching, "But I really do not understand what's happening. Probably they are Fiona's-"

"They were in my room," he interrupted her before turning to look at her in the eyes. Why would male pornography be in the boys' room? Unless, of course…

"Oh…" she muttered, and she noticed him nod his head.

"Yeah…I think they are Ian's," he said after a moment of silence. His leg was bouncing up and down again. Desna observed him deep in thought. She wanted him to talk to her; she'd really wanted it.

"Does it bother you?" She asked, squeezing his hand to gain his attention.

"That my brother might be gay, well yeah!" He exclaimed, standing up, making her release the hold she had in his hand.

Desna took a heavy breath.

"Why?" She asked, observing him as he paced back and forth.

"Why would he?" he said, his hand in his hair. "What's the point? I mean, how can he be attracted to that?"

"Well, I'm attracted to that, too, so I can see the charm," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Not funny," he said, unable to stay still. Something really bothered him, and even if that was unexpected, he was acting strange.

"What I can't see is why it bothers you so much." At those words, Lip stopped, looking at her as if she were out of her mind.

"My brother is not gay," he said firmly.

"But this is not the point," she insisted, "One likes what one likes, as long as he is happy-"

"He is not, that's it!" He exclaimed, making her roll her eyes, "He maybe needs to be fucked by a girl!"

"No, you need to be fucked by a girl," she said standing up, "Ian can decide for himself, he does not need you to tell him what he likes," her arms crossed over her chest.

"He is not gay, Desna," he repeated, and that made her walk closer to him.

"Why does it bother you so much?" She asked, looking at him in the eyes, but he shook his head, turning away, "Why?" She insisted, searching for his gaze, "There must be a reason, or you wouldn't act like an asshole,"

"Oh, I'm an asshole now?' He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head, "If you're only imposing yourself on Ian, then you are an asshole," He shook his head, chuckling with annoyance, taking a step back, "So, why?" She asked again.

"Why what?!" Lip exclaimed.

"Why does it bother you so much?" she asked again. There must have been some other motives; Lip was too smart to act in such a way.

"Fuck you, Des," he said. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck me?" She exclaimed, "Fuck you! You can't even be honest."

"Honest?" He exclaimed angrily, "What is this a talk show?"

"You're acting like a prick, and I should be the one to go fuck herself?" She asked with wide eyes, not even understanding how they got into that argument.

"You're right," he said, turning to walk toward the exit of the Gallaghers' garden.

"Where are you going now?" Desna asked as she looked at him.

"I forgot I had to go to Karen," that name made her blood boil.

"Now you have to go to- you know what? Fuck you, Lip!" She screamed as he walked away.

"I will!" He said back, "Fucking Karen!"

At that, she turned her back on him, shutting the door angrily.

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

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D.U.D.E Bios: Branwen McCormick

The Fomorian Princess of C.R.C Branwen McCormick (2020)

Kirby's cousin and the daughter of Bran and Meinir, Branwen. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a sweet, easy-going mother. She's a Mama Bear and her husband is a Papa Wolf, they do not take threats lightly.

"I will admit, I find it hars to get my Da's entrance music out of my head."

Name

Full Legal Name: Branwen Úna Olwen Órlaith McCormick (Née Rhydderch)

First Name: Branwen

Meaning: Means 'Beautiful Raven' from Old Welsh 'Bran' 'Raven' and 'Gwen' 'Fair, White, Blessed'

Pronunciation: BRAN-wehn

Origin: Welsh, Welsh Mythology

Middle Name(s): Úna, Olwen, Órlaith

Meaning(s): Úna: Probably derived from Old Irish 'Úan' meaning 'lamb'. Olwen: Means 'White Footprint' from Welsh 'Ol' 'Footprint, Track' and 'Gwen' 'Whire, Fair, Blessed'. Órlaith: Means 'Golden Ruler', from Old Irish 'Ór' 'Gold' combined with 'Flaith' 'Ruler, Sovereign, Princess'

Pronunciation(s): OO-na. OL-wehn. OR-la

Origin(s): Irish, Medieval Irish. Welsh, Welsh Mythology, Arthurian Romance. Irish, Old Irish

Surname: McCormick (Née Rhydderch)

Meaning: From Gaelic 'Mac Cormaic' meaning 'Son of Cormac' (Rhydderch: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted')

Pronunciation: mac-KOR-muck (HRUDH-ehrkh)

Origin: Irish, Scottish (Welsh)

Alias: Fomorian Princess, Branwen McCormick

Reason: This is Branwen's ring name

Nicknames: Bran, Wen

Titles: Mrs

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Welsh-Irish Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: July 30th 1988

Symbols: Fomorians, Giants, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song: 'I Think I'm Paranoid' - Garbage (2006-)

Voice Actor: Ella Kenion

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Republic of Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'4" / 162 cm

Weight: 160 lbs / 72 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 10

Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Maeve Pritchard, Deirdre Llewellyn, Bridget Griffiths, Rosaleen O'Sullivan, Aisling O'Hannigan, Caoimhe O'Hannegan, Eithne O'Hannagan, Kathleen Mulrennan, Haf McFarlane, Tydfil McFarland, Olwen McDermott, Gwen McCracken, Llinos McConnell

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Faron McCormick

Mentor: Meinir Rhydderch

Significant Other: Faron McCormick (33, Husband)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Bran Rhydderch (68, Father), Meinir Rhydderch (69, Mother, Née Gallagher)

Parents-In-Law: Scott McCormick (63, Father-In-Law), Enid McCormick (64, Mother-In-Law, Née MacCormaic)

Siblings: Mostyn Rhydderch (38, Brother), Darach Rhydderch (35, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Namrata De Veen (42, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Radosław De Veen (43, Namrata's Husband), Bolesław McCormick (39, Faron's Brother), Shanti McCormick (40, Bolesław's Wife, De Smet), Maya De Lang (36, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Czesław De Lang (37, Maya's Husband), Khulan Coeman (30, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Félagi Coeman (31, Khulan's Husband), Ásketill McCormick (27, Faron's Brother), Odtsetseg McCormick (28, Ásketill's Wife, Née Coenen), Oyuun Colijn (24, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Þórfastr Colijn (25, Oyuun's Husband), Kálfr McCormick (21, Faron's Brother), Uyanga McCormick (22, Kálfr's Wife, Née Coolen), Sarnai McCormick (18, Faron's Sister), Ambroży McCormick (15, Faron's Brother), Anjali McCormick (12, Faron's Sister), Bogumił McCormick (9, Faron's Brother), Kalpana McCormick (6, Faron's Sister), Bogusław McCormick (3, Faron's Brother) Genista Rhydderch (39, Mostyn's Wife, Née Lestrange), Gertrude Rhydderch (36, Darach's Wife, Née Lesauvage)

Nieces & Nephews: Afsoun De With (22, Niece, Née De Veen), Ambrósio De With (23, Afsoun's Husband), Álvaro De Veen (19, Nephew), Afsun De Veen (16, Niece), Ángelo De Veen (13, Nephew), Anahita De Veen (10, Niece), António De Veen (7, Nephew), Arezoo De Veen (4, Niece), Antônio De Veen (1, Nephew), Świętomierz McCormick (19, Nephew), Parysatis McCormick (16, Niece), Szczęsny McCorimck (13, Nephew), Malalai McCormick (10, Niece), Wielisław McCormick (7, Nephew), Afsoon McCormick (4, Niece), Zdzisław McCormick (1, Nephew), Łukasz De Lang (16, Nephew), Sarita De Lang (13, Niece), Sobiesław De Lang (10, Nephew), Tara De Lang (7, Niece), Sulisław De Lang (4, Nephew), Atossa De Lang (1, Niece), Hallbjǫrn Coeman (10, Nephew), Narangerel Coeman (7, Niece), Hróarr Coeman (4, Nephew), Oyunchimeg Coeman (1, Niece), Hrǿríkr McCormick (7, Nephew), Oyuunchimeg McCormick (4, Niece), Kóri McCormick (1, Nephew), Solongo Colijn (4, Niece), Þórgísl Colijn (1, Nephew), Zaya McCormick (1, Niece), Eadberht Rhydderch (18, Nephew), Dahlia Rhydderch (15, Niece), Calla Rhydderch (12, Niece), Bairrfhionn Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Abner Rhydderch (6, Nephew), Zoe Rhydderch (3, Niece), Yvonne Rhydderch (15, Niece), Xzavier Rhydderch (12, Nephew), Wallace Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Venetia Rhydderch (6, Niece), Unnr Rhydderch (3, Niece)

Children: Taliesin McCormick (12, Son), Samuel McCormick (9, Son), Rainbow McCormick (6, Daughter), Quintella McCormick (3, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Bran Rhydderch

Managers: Faron McCormick

Wrestlers Managed: Faron McCormick

Debut: 2006

Debut Match: Branwen Rhydderch VS Meinir Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Hardcore

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2006-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Backslide, Brainbuster, Elevated Powerbomb, Diving Headbutt, Double Underhook Pildriver, Enzuigiri, German Suplex, Lifting Double Underhook Facebuster, Saito Suplex, Sitout Double Underhook Powerbomb, Seated Chinlock, Snap Suplex

Finishers: Diving Splash, High-Angle Implant DDT, One-Handed Electric Chair Driver, Cradle Piledriver

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Branwen Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Bran dies Branwen will have a 1/24th ownership of the promotion. Branwen is a 'Fomorian Style' (Hardcore) trainer. She's a quarter-Irish and three quarters-Welsh

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[andrewmoocow]

Little Homeworld Life chapter 22: Seeing Black (originally posted on May 22, 2023)

AN: After almost a year of waiting, the Black Pearl Brigade have finally returned from their final battle with Cinnabar! It's been a while since I last wrote them, so bear with me as I try to get back into the swing of writing five or six characters who are almost the exact same. And in addition, we got another batch of new characters joining Black Rutile, one of whom we've already seen in De-Clustering during Tanzanite's flashback. The plot begins to thicken as we reach the epic climax of Little Homeworld Life.

Synopsis: The Black Pearl Brigade, now retired after defeating Cinnabar, decide to move to Earth. Meanwhile, Cinnabar is broken out of prison by another of Black Rutile's minions.

Cast:

Deedee Magno-Hall as The Black Pearl Brigade, Nacre, Pearl, Pearl Guards

Avi Roque as Cinnabar

Gina Torres as Andesine

Awkwafina as Kyanite

Allison Janney as Pyrite

Kimberly Brooks as Dalmatian Jasper

Zehra Fazal as Zoisite

Lena Hall as Bloodstone

Jodie Whittaker as Xenotime

Matthew Moy as Lars, Dante

Enuka Okuma as Rhodonite

Ashly Burch as Rutile Twins

Kathleen Fisher as Fluorite

Erica Luttrell as Padparadscha Sapphire

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Nancy Linari as Martha

Kate Miccuci as Sadie

Christine Baranski as Hessonite

Olivia Olson as Citrine

Kathleen Barr as Púrén

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Larissa Gallagher as Bluebird Azurite

Shanelle Grey as Sally Grove

Zach Steele as Ronaldo

Uzo Aduba as Demantoid's Bismuths

Miriam Hyman as Demantoid's Bismuths

Shelby Rabara as Demantoid's Peridots

Featuring Barbara Dunkelman as Amber

And Kristen Schaal as Howlite

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"Don't get too cocky, Andesine!" the red-clad captain of the Black Pearl Brigade yelled from her captain's chair at the other ship they were dogfighting with. "All systems, fire!"

"Will do, Cap!" Pony, the blue-dressed second in command of the Brigade, saluted before pointing the Servant's weapons at the ship. In the months since the fall of Black Rutile and Cinnabar, though the Black Pearls had planned on going wherever the winds took them, there were still members of the Rutile Rebels hiding across the universe that needed to be brought to justice. Andesine happened to be one of them. A former sergeant of Yellow Diamond feared far and wide for her sadism and patience, best demonstrated as Andesine heartlessly used her fleet as shields, the orange Gem dressed in samurai-like armor led an entire army of fellow Rutile Rebels in trying to conquer what territory had been lost by her master and comrades.

Along with Andesine were a long-haired orange Amber dressed in a tan jacket, brown zip-up overalls, and an orange scarf around her neck, and a Howlite with black veins spreading across her face wearing a turtle-necked sweater and a visor over her eyes.

"Lady Andesine, we seem to be evenly matched with these Pearls." Howlite cautioned her superior as Andesine's ship was at war with the Servant and the Sun Incinerator. "What do you suggest we do now?"

"I say we should keep firing, nerd!" Amber yelled at Howlite's face. "There's gotta be a weak point we can exploit or something!"

"Not everything can be solved with violence, you hotheaded clod!" Howlite argued with Amber. "Sometimes, we have to make a plan and wait for an opportunity!"

"Sometimes, plans don't always work out, and opportunities will fail too." Amber retorted. "Game, set, and match! Nailed it!"

"Can it, you fools!" Andesine commanded her two minions to cease their bickering. "While I agree with Amber that sometimes brute force can get good results, my current plan might be more Howlite's speed." This caused Howlite to stick her tongue out at Amber while Amber pulled down an eyelid. "What the Pearls don't realize is that I'm planning to break Cinnabar out of prison and bring her to Black Rutile, wherever she may be. My idea is to feign surrender so we can be taken to Revanche 666 and stage a breakout."

"That's a brilliant idea." Howlite agreed while side-eyeing Amber, who just rolled her eyes while folding her arms. "But how can we convince the Pearls that we surrender? Surely they'll get suspicious about what you have planned."

"Just follow my lead," Andesine answered before ordering her ships to stop firing and opening communications with the Black Pearl Brigade and the Off-Colors. "I'd like to arrange a formal meeting with the enemy fleet to reach a truce."

"What kind of truce?" Cap asked suspiciously.

"This better not be a trap, Andesine!" Lars shouted.

"No, there is no trap," Andesine promised while crossing her fingers behind her back, letting Amber and Howlite know she was telling a big, fat lie. "As of today, my associates and I peacefully surrender."

"Wait, already?!" Lars exclaimed. "We kinda thought that you'd resist just a little longer! What's with the sudden change in attitude?"

Andesine glanced at Amber, causing her to start speaking too. "Oh, well, uh," Amber stumbled over her words. "we just felt so tired by all the chasing and fighting and thought that it was time we tried changing ourselves for the better."

"That's right!" Howlite added just as shakily. "All this time, we were so lost and directionless; all this warfare just seemed so senseless!"

"I still do not trust them!" Braids, the Brigade's yellow-wearing strongman, said bluntly. "Bring them aboard our ship to see if they truly mean what they say!"

"Hey, you want a fight, Pearl?!" Amber yelled at Braids. "That's right, you and me! Right now! We're having it out! Come on, come on!"

"Everybody, calm down." Fluorite soothed the tensions between all three parties. "Now then, Andesine, are you really certain you surrender?"

"I am as certain as the universe is vast." Andesine replied before quickly flashing her two cohorts a smile. "Please bring us to Revanche 666 so we may consider what we've done."

"IQ, what can you make of this?" Braids asked IQ, the green-garbed intelligence officer of the team.

"Hm, I can indeed conclude they are suspicious." IQ nodded in response. "But if they want to surrender, that makes our jobs easier."

"Andesine is going to surrender, but she has something sinister planned!" Padparadscha Sapphire exclaimed.

"Ignore her," Andesine stated. "Please, take us away, for we are now the last of the Rutile Rebels yet to be arrested!"

"She's right, it's only this fleet left to go, and then we've caught them all!" Pony added. "In any case, you're all under arrest! Lay down your arms, and we'll take you in quietly!"

"At long last, we have them all." Tails, the pink-wearing sharpshooter, smiled in relief. "What a relief."

"Okay, you three, just stay right there while we take you to prison," Lars ordered the three Rutile Rebels as he ended communications with Andesine, who began grinning evilly as soon as their eyes were off her.

"Flawless victory." Andesine declared to Amber and Howlite. "Once we receive our sentence, we shall form a plan from there."

"I like the way you're thinking, boss!" Amber said, rubbing her nose with her thumb and smirking.

"You always were a very patient Gem who loved taking advantage of whatever situation you got in," Howlite added as Andesine's ship was seized by the Black Pearls and the Off-Colors, causing the three Gems to raise their hands in surrender. "I hope you know what you're doing here, Andesine."

"Trust me; I know exactly what I'm doing," Andesine assured with a smirk.

--

Soon, Andesine and her fleet were transported to Revanche 666 to be admitted into the prison and brought to their cells. By this point in time, the number of prisoners had slowly decreased as more and more of the Rutile Rebels were rehabilitated in confinement and allowed to rejoin society. However, Cinnabar and her cohorts were among the prisoners that refused to accept defeat no matter how much the Black Pearls, Peridots, and Bismuths tried to convince them to abandon their warmongering ways. Now, they were soon to be joined by Andesine, Amber, Howlite, and all the other Gems who pledged allegiance to the trio, just as Andesine had planned.

"Okay, all of you single file!" Lars commanded the Gems being shown to their cells. "Nobody makes a ruckus; this is a prison we're running here, not a fight club."

"Did they seriously turn our headquarters into a prison?!" Amber yelled in outrage.

"I recognize the irony as well, Amber," Howlite replied dourly.

"Well, I think that should be everyone," Rhodonite said happily. "At long last, the universe is free of the Rutile Rebels. That reminds me, how has Black Rutile been doing since she was exiled to Earth?"

"Probably off plotting her revenge or something; I don't care anymore," Lars replied. "I'm just glad we finally put these bigots down once and for all."

"LOOK WHO'S TALKING!" a fusion loyal to Andesine yelled from the line.

"Hey, what did I say about making a ruckus?!" Lars yelled back. "Anyways, what else should we do now that we finally have some free time?"

"Yes, I've been wondering that too." Nacre, the Brigade's latest recruit, and medic dressed in white and formerly known as Shell, stated. "In the time since I've gained a physical body, I don't think I've had enough time to think about how it feels. There is just so much about the universe that I want to learn more about!"

"Well, if that's the case, why don't we find somewhere to retire to?" Cap asked. "Any suggestions?"

"We could go back to Kyukanza." Braids suggested. "The atmosphere and scenery are positively glorious."

"Or we could go to East Walleef again." IQ added. "Surely, the townsfolk will welcome us after how we saved them from Mr. Manco."

"Hm, good choices, all of you." Cap nodded in recognition of her teammates' options. "However, my decision differs ever so slightly. From this day on, we shall become residents of Earth!"

"Oh, Earth!" Nacre exclaimed cheerfully. "I've only been there as an artificial intelligence, but to be there as a full Gem would be so exciting!"

"Huh, what a weird coincidence." Lars realized as his eyes widened. "I've actually been planning on visiting Earth sometime to catch up with everybody down there. Why don't we both go there?"

"That would be a good idea." Tails nodded in agreement. "We can make a day out of it, have a little fun, reconnect with old friends, and make a new home."

"Well, what are we waiting for?!" Pony exclaimed. "Let's get a move on already!"

--

As the Black Pearls and the Off-Colors boarded their ships and left Revanche 666 for Earth, Andesine was getting acquainted with her new living situation while being led to her cell. Around her, she could see Gems sitting in their small cells guarded by a destabilizing field. Dalmatian Jasper was bouncing a ball against the wall of her cell, Xenotime was facing the corner and didn't turn once, Pyrite had been tallying up how many days she spent in confinement, Kyanite shapeshifted her hand into a harmonica, Bloodstone paced around her cell no doubt coming up with new crackpot theories, and Zoisite laid on her bench to stare at the ceiling. And then there was Cinnabar. What Andesine thought was once a proud and confident leader worthy of being Black Rutile's apprentice now sat defeated in her cell, contemplating how her actions led to her downfall.

"We're sorry that we failed, my lord." Andesine said to the caged Cinnabar.

"Don't fret, Andesine." Cinnabar sighed in defeat. "I failed just as hard."

"Okay, this will be your home until you finally realize what you're missing here." A Black Pearl guard said as she guided Andesine to her cell and closed the destabilizing field behind her. "Don't think about trying to get out. These cells were made to poof anyone who tries to escape."

As soon as the guard left, Andesine heard a knock on the wall. Surprisingly, she had been placed right next to Cinnabar's cell. "So, how did you get here?" Cinnabar asked. "How badly did you lose?"

"We didn't lose; we surrendered," Andesine said, to the shock and horror of Cinnabar and her cohorts. "But that's what we want them to think. We feigned loss because we plan to break you out and return to Black Rutile on Earth." She revealed. "Hopefully, she'll welcome us back in spite of our past failures to conquer the universe in her name."

"Wait, you want to break out of here?!" Dalmatian Jasper yelled. "No Gem ever escapes from Revanche!" The ball she was throwing then hit her in the face.

"They got round-the-clock security, and the Pearls show no mercy to anyone trying to escape!" Zoisite added.

"This is basically a suicide mission!" Kyanite stated, taking a break from her harmonica playing to show her concern. "And I'm unsure if Black Rutile would ever want us back."

"Hold on, everyone, let's just hear her out." Pyrite calmed everybody down. "Now, why do you think you'll be able to break out?"

"Because I have a little thing called hope," Andesine assured. "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."

"Good to see you're so optimistic," Bloodstone said.

"Hope can be a far stronger tool than fear, you know," Howlite stated. "After all, fear is the mind-killer and the little-death that will bring total obliteration."

"Aw, but we just got here!" Amber complained. "I've been planning on stabbing someone with a shiv!"

"Just as long as that someone isn't me." Xenotime declared as she slowly turned her head from the corner of her cell.

"So what do you say, Cinnabar?" Andesine asked Cinnabar, who was now reinspired by her fellow rebel's words of wisdom as she knocked on the wall again.

"I'm in." Cinnabar declared eagerly.

--

Meanwhile, on Earth, the Pearls had touched down in Little Homeworld, ready to start new lives away from the menace of the Rutile Rebels. Upon landing outside its gates, the Pearls disembarked from their ship to tour the Gem town and were greeted by its inhabitants along the way. The sights around her utterly enamored Nacre, as she was only here as an AI before, but now she could live her life as a full Pearl.

"Oh, hello there, welcome to Little Homeworld." The Brigade could hear Pearl greet them before she realized who she was talking to. "Oh my, the Black Pearl Brigade, is that you? How have you been lately? And who's this new Pearl?"

"Oh, we have much to tell you about what we've done since we were last here." Cap laughed awkwardly. "First of all, this is Nacre." Nacre gave a polite shake of Pearl's hand. "You may know her better as Shell, but now she gained a physical body after saving us by restoring our memories after we were temporarily amnesiac thanks to Cinnabar."

"Wait, Shell? As in the Shell from the Reef?" Pearl asked just as Garnet and Amethyst joined her. "How did that happen?"

"Well, that is actually a long story." Nacre stated. "You see, it all started when the Pearls' ship crashed into the Reef during an adventure and-"

"Well, well, well." Black Rutile declared as she reunited with the Pearls. "Hello there, Brigade. Fancy seeing you back here. I see you've got a wardrobe change and a new recruit." She glanced at Nacre. "A little taller than the rest of you, I see."

"You must be Black Rutile." Nacre said. "I've heard about how cruel and selfish you were, but I never thought I'd see you in person someday."

"Those are all just facetious lies!" Black Rutile barked at Nacre. "Now then, Pearls, what brings you here?"

"We're actually planning on moving into Little Homeworld now that we've taken down all your followers." Cap announced to Black Rutile. "Andesine surrendered pretty easily, surprisingly enough, but we got a feeling she has something planned."

"That's Andesine for you, always planning ahead of everyone else." Black Rutile replied before looking to the Crystal Gems. "Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, why don't you go and make the Pearls at home while I talk with them?"

"Fine, but don't do anything funny!" Amethyst agreed before walking away. "Hey, where do you think we should put it?"

"Guess we'll just have to pick a random spot." Garnet declared as the three Crystal Gems got further and further away, allowing Black Rutile to talk with her former foot soldiers in private.

"You remember what we agreed upon last time you visited Earth, correct?" Black Rutile asked menacingly, pulling out her bowie knife to prove her point. "Tell anyone about our little scuffle, and I'll make sure they pay the price."

"Yes, we still remember." Pony proclaimed. "But if you think you can control us again, we will have no choice but to expose you."

"Wait, what deal?" Nacre asked curiously. "I was on the Servant then, so I'm a little lost here." At the same time, the Servant began hovering above Little Homeworld as Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl piloted it to a good spot where they could make it into a new home for the Pearls.

"Basically, Black Rutile forced us never to tell anybody she was hiding in the woods." IQ recounted. "But I guess that doesn't work anymore since everybody knows you're here now."

"Oh, you think you're cute?!" Black Rutile snarled angrily.

"Please, we're adorable!" Braids confidently answered. "Jokes aside, this place is now under our protection! I do no doubt that you are plotting glorious revenge, and we shall not stand for it!"

"Well, go ahead, make my day." Black Rutile grinned. "If you feel like you are this town's protectors, then I dare one of you to hit me as hard as you can. Which one of you dares?" The Pearls all looked at each other awkwardly, taken aback by Black Rutile's sudden challenge. However, Nacre was quick to accept the offer.

"I'll do it!" Nacre eagerly cheered.

"Wow, you're quite enthusiastic for a piece of fresh meat." Black Rutile laughed. "Hit me with your best shot; fire away if you have to!" Unfortunately for Black Rutile, she only got a gentle tap on the chest. "You're joking, right?"

--

Back at Revanche 666, a great escape was soon to take place. Headed by Andesine and Cinnabar, the Rutile Rebels that were still imprisoned were plotting to break out of their confinement and escape to Earth, where Cinnabar had stated Black Rutile was currently located. After ripping off a part of the wall in her cell, Howlite tinkered with the wires to hack into the security systems and deactivate the destabilizing fields so they could exit their cells safely and find somewhere to hide from the guards.

"Okay, everybody, here is the plan." Andesine declared. "Once Cinnabar and I return to our cells, we'll act perfectly natural while the rest of you follow our orders." She then began putting the Gems into groups based on their assignments. "Howlite, you, Xenotime, and Bloodstone will take over the security systems and free everyone else from their cells. Amber, Dalmatian Jasper, and Zoisite will hold all personnel hostage. Finally, Kyanite and Pyrite will find us a ship to steal so we can be home free. Are we clear on this?"

"One question," Howlite said. "If our plan is found out, how shall we compensate for such an event?"

"It's quite simple," Andesine answered. "In case that happens, we shall take no survivors."

--

With that, the escape plan sprang into action. Almost immediately, DJ and Amber pretended to start a prison riot to get the guards' attention, their acting skills working flawlessly as Zoisite also pretended to try and break up the fight.

"I'm telling you, the Viltrumites stand no chance against the Chimera Sui Generis!" DJ argued with Amber. "Their superior strength and superhuman abilities make them unstoppable!"

"But a Chimera Sui Generis is far more durable than you realize!" Amber yelled back. "They can take a beating without breaking a sweat! And that's not even taking into account their squid forms!"

"Please, you two, stop fighting over such trivial things!" Zoisite begged the two fighting Gems as a group of Black Pearl and Bismuth guards arrived on the scene.

"Are we going to need to intervene here?" one of the Pearls asked threateningly while pointing her spear at DJ.

"Well, you just happened to show up at the right time." Dalmatian Jasper smirked as her gem conjured a hook to snag the Pearl by the neck. "Let's make one thing clear here, Pearl! I'm in charge of this joint now, and anyone who says otherwise will have to answer to my friends!" Zoisite followed up on her partner's threat by pulling out her naginata and taking out a Bismuth in one fell swoop. Meanwhile, Amber pulled out her weapon, a kusarigama, and used the chain to strange another Pearl to the point of poofing. "Do I make myself clear?"

"How did you even escape?!" the Pearl exclaimed in horror.

"Let's just say some friends of ours are smarter than you think." Dalmatian Jasper grinned.

--

"I think we're on the verge of a breakout here!" a Bismuth operating the security cameras exclaimed as she watched DJ and Amber fight the Pearls before she gave orders to the rest of the prison staff. "All units, mobilize to subdue the prisoners! I repeat, subdue the prisoners!"

"I don't believe that'll be necessary." Howlite said as she stood behind the Bismuth and struck her down with her baseball bat. "Bloodstone, Xenotime, you take out the rest of the guards! I'll shut down the rest of the cells!"

"Sounds like a plan," Xenotime answered robotically as she made time freeze around her, stopping the oncoming Bismuths in their tracks and poofing them all with ruthless precision and mechanical grace. As soon as time resumed, it was like Xenotime defeated them all in less than a second.

"Cheater." Bloodstone grimaced. "Didn't even let me get a hit in."

"Wibbly wobbly timey wimey powers, deal with it." Xenotime retorted smugly before turning to Howlite. "How is everything going?"

"I'm in!" Howlite declared as she shut down the entire defense grid and allowed every remaining prisoner to escape, causing mass chaos in Revanche 666 as far as the eye can see. "I love it when a plan comes together." However, while all the security cameras have been shut off by Howlite's hacking, at least one was left unnoticed by the three Gems. And it was still running.

--

Cinnabar and Andesine emerged from their cells to see the rioting Gems wreaking havoc and overwhelming the guards with their anger at being kept away for so long. The two grinned at each other, as it seemed their plan had gone off without a hitch.

"It's official; this prison is ours." Cinnabar proclaimed before a Peridot was dropped at their feet.

"Why are you doing this?" the Peridot yelled in terror. "How did you plan all this?!"

"It's a secret to everyone." Andesine winked at the Peridot before pulling a communicator from the gem on her chest. "Kyanite, how is finding a ship going?"

"Well, funny you should mention that because me and Pyrite just ran into a problem." Kyanite nervously said.

"Oh no." Cinnabar moaned. "What is it?"

--

"Hessonite just came and destroyed all the other ships," Kyanite said on the other end as she and Pyrite came face to face with Hessonite and Citrine. Every other ship in the prison had been destroyed, leaving Hessonite's warship the only one left, and Kyanite & Pyrite were currently at the end of the line.

"We've been watching this prison for quite some time in the event something like this happens." Hessonite declared while presenting her sword.

"But how did you know?!" Kyanite yelled.

"That Howlite forgot to shut off a camera that was running on backup power," Citrine answered as she grabbed a defenseless Kyanite and Pyrite.

"What?! How was I supposed to know?!" Cinnabar screamed as the communicator was snatched from Kyanite's hand and crushed to bits.

--

"HOWLITE!" Andesine screamed for her chief scientist to meet her. "Why didn't you tell us that there was backup power here?"

"Well, because I wanted us to fail, and I was a mole for the Crystal Gems this whole time." Howlite smiled before she screamed, "OBVIOUSLY, I DIDN'T KNOW!"

"No matter, it's just Hessonite coming for us." Dalmatian Jasper stated as the other Rutile Rebels gathered around their two red-colored bosses. "We got a little thing called strength in numbers."

"Well, we're going to need a lot of that strength to complete the mission." Cinnabar stated as Hessonite and Citrine marched into the central area of the prison before they tossed Kyanite and Pyrite to her feet. "Pitiful."

"So this is what Andesine meant when she said she surrendered." Citrine observed the prison riot. "I should've known she was planning to break all of you out."

"And we won't let you tell anyone about it." Andesine said while drawing her flaming sword from her gem and motioning for her followers to attack. "CHARGE!"

--

"And that's how we narrowly escaped the Trandoshans." Lars recounted a tale of his adventures to his parents, the Crystal Gems, and his friends at a welcome-back barbecue held at his old home. "Moral of the story is don't get in the way of their hunts. They'll make sure you pay the price."

"Sounds like you've had quite the adventures since you were last here," Garnet said. "though I'm sure ours might be some good competition."

"Yeah, we had a shipping war, a beach party, a spy adventure, a krav maga tournament, a talent show, became celebrities! We even met ourselves from another dimension!" Amethyst eagerly added. "You would not believe all the crazy stuff we've been through!"

"Those do sound pretty exciting," Fluorite answered slowly. "I wish we had been there to experience all of that."

"Yeah, sounds like Earth just got a little more exciting." Lars's mother agreed. "Are you still sure you want to keep doing your space adventures, Lars?"

"I'm sure, Mom." Lars answered. "Besides, now that I'm pretty much immortal, I'm probably going to outlive pretty much everyone here, and I don't think I ever want to experience that."

"Well, you do you, Lars." Sadie accepted. "But if you ever feel like stopping by again, my mom and I always have a room to spare."

"Thanks, Sadie." Lars smiled at his old co-worker. "Sure, I've had fun traveling the stars with the Off-Colors, but it wasn't without some problems. Like these snake people I've had a few close calls with."

"Wait a second, did you say snake people?!" Ronaldo yelled as he slammed his hands on the picnic table. "I knew it; I knew they were real!"

"Never a dull moment with you, Ronaldo." Dante shook his head in amusement while everyone else just gave him weird looks.

--

Back at Little Homeworld, Nacre was taking in the sights and sounds of Earth. Such a wonderful planet to be on, she thought while exploring Little Homeworld and greeting all the Gems she passed by. She hadn't felt this amazing since she used her powers to restore her creations to normal and gain her physical body to join them in saving Homeworld. But now, after spending so much time in the cold darkness of space, she yearned for a change of scenery. Sure, the Pearls visited many planets in their travels, but they only stayed for a short time due to their missions.

As Nacre sat down on a bench and serenely felt the air comb her body, she suddenly heard a faint voice talking. "-was able to get through to that Reginald Johnson fellow you've informed me about." The voice said. "He was a prejudiced psycho who uses his media influence to spread his garbage takes, but he's also pretty agreeable."

"Who said that?" Nacre muttered as she turned around to discover a nearby house resembling Black Rutile's old headquarters. Tiptoeing closer to the home, Nacre spied on Black Rutile through the window and saw her conversing on a computer with a blonde human in glasses.

"Excellent work Sally!" Black Rutile thanked her human associate. "Talking to him should be very entertaining."

"I could feel my brain shrinking with every word he said." Sally Grove groaned in annoyance. "This is why I never trusted men; they're all the same dumbasses who not only do not realize how much is handed to them but still think they're the victims when they mess everything up because of their lazy entitlement and fragile egos."

"Yeah yeah, I've heard it a thousand times from your videos." Black Rutile declared before she realized she was being watched. "Hang on a second; I need to take this. See you soon." She shut off the video and marched towards the window to find Nacre trying to hide from her. "I know you're out there, Pearl."

"How did you find me?!" Nacre shouted as she tried desperately to hide, even though it was hopeless.

"Word of advice, little one, I am far smarter than you realize." Black Rutile smirked back. "TOPAZ!" On cue, Topaz appeared to snatch Nacre by the waist with her massive hands. "Return this Pearl to her friends at once."

"Yes, my Rutile." Topaz nodded obediently before looking down at Nacre. "No hard feelings, okay?"

"Let me go!" Nacre yelled as she tried to wriggle free from Topaz's grip while being carried away, leaving Black Rutile alone with her thoughts.

"Should've known someone was onto me." Black Rutile shook her head disdainfully before going back inside.

--

The Pearls were now getting themselves situated at their ship-turned-Earth home. Cap was modifying all the rooms to be homier, Pony had laid out a carpet in the bridge, IQ was helping Braids move a couch into the ship, and Tails was moving some decorations around. "Nice choice of carpet there." Tails commented on the ornate Persian carpet with gold tassels, a blue outer section, and a purple inner section with red and gold patterns throughout. "Really ties the room together."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Ooh, I wasn't expecting company so soon!" Pony exclaimed cheerfully as she walked up to answer it. "Sorry, we'll throw a housewarming party lat-" She then realized that Nacre was being delivered to the Pearls by Topaz, who had a message for the five.

"Black Rutile wants you to know that she doesn't want anyone interfering with her plans," Topaz said glumly. "Otherwise, and I hate to say this, but there will be consequences." She then tossed Nacre into the ship before walking away.

"Nacre, what happened?!" Braids exclaimed while dropping the couch on IQ's foot and racing to check on the team's healer.

"I was simply enjoying being on Earth when I overheard Black Rutile talking with this wicked human on the computer," Nacre explained what she went through. "Or at least, I think that's what she felt like. She said such awful things about other humans, and it made me suspicious. I think Black Rutile might be plotting her revenge or something."

"Well, if that's the case, someone has to know," IQ said as she shapeshifted her foot away from the couch. "Púrén?"

"Yes, IQ?" the Servant's primary AI, Púrén, asked.

"Signal the Crystal Gems; we must tell them what's up." IQ declared. "And I think it's time we tell them about where we found her."

--

As the Black Pearls left the Servant, Black Rutile had been watching them through one of her spy drones, and she was not happy at how they finally went back on her deal. "Alas, I can't seem to trust anyone on this planet." She shook her head in dismay before turning to Aquamarine and Eyeball. "You two, I have some disloyal Pearls that just moved here."

"What do you want us to do, my Rutile?" Eyeball asked.

"Fuse and terminate them." Black Rutile answered while making a slashing motion across her neck. "Are we clear?"

"Very clear." Aquamarine snickered before she and her Ruby sidekick joined hands and fused into Bluebird Azurite, who laughed maniacally before flying away.

--

Later that day, as the barbecue was winding down and everyone said their goodbyes, Lars heard something coming from the Sun Incinerator. Getting onboard the ship, he pushed a button on the console that showed him a staticky image of a fearful Hessonite. Lars had never seen Hessonite so timorous before. "Uh, is something wrong, Hessonite?"

"Lars, help!" Hessonite cried, but her message was too garbled for the pink human to get the whole message. "-evan-666-Cinna-Andesi-break-Citrine-ship, save us! Plea-" The message abruptly ended, leaving Lars wondering what she meant.

--

"This is where scum like you belong!" Dalmatian Jasper growled as she tossed a freshly poofed Hessonite and Citrine into the same cell and shut it behind them. "And lucky us, you gave us a ship to use, too, since you destroyed all of them."

The rioting began quieting as the Rutile Rebels began boarding Hessonite's warship to escape Revanche 666 and search for Earth. "Well, this plan has surely been more successful than I thought." Andesine commented while leading the Gems in hijacking the ship. "I was expecting at least one of our minions to give their lives for the good of our cause."

"That's not very comforting." Howlite said calmly.

"I was hoping to see you be used as a meat shield," Amber smirked.

"Don't you start, Amber!" Howlite yelled at Amber before Andesine broke them up.

"Enough bickering; we have work to do." Andesine proclaimed. "Cinnabar, I hope you have a good excuse for when Black Rutile sees you."

"I understand, Andesine." Cinnabar muttered in acceptance of her possible terrible fate. "Whatever Black Rutile must do, I shall accept."

"Yeesh, real bring-down prison has turned her into." Zoisite snarked while walking alongside Dalmatian Jasper.

"At least she's less nihilistic than Xenotime," DJ added, much to Xenotime's anger.

"You make a few overdramatic declarations, and suddenly you're the emo of the group!" Xenotime complained just as Hessonite and Citrine reformed in their cell to see everyone leaving. "Hey, look, they're back!"

"You see what happens when you put too much faith in Steven?" Cinnabar smirked cruelly at the two vigilantes. "This is where it'll get you."

"You won't get away with this!" Hessonite cursed Cinnabar as she and Andesine left with the other Rutile Rebels. "Don't think you can just take my ship and leave!"

"Uh, Hessonite, you kinda forgot one thing," Citrine stated. "Yours is the only ship left here since you destroyed all the others to try and keep them from escaping. Not a great plan."

"Well, looks like we're stuck here," Hessonite replied, realizing her own recklessness at the worst moment. With her ship now in Andesine and Cinnabar's hands, Hessonite was stranded on Revanche 666 with no known way of getting help.

--

Back on Earth, the Pearls were informing the Crystal Gems at the temple of Black Rutile's plans and how she threatened them. Outside, however, Bluebird Azurite was hiding from sight with her ice saber at the ready. "At long last, a chance to finally kill two birds with one stone." She laughed deviously as the cutlass lit on fire. "Or, in this case, one sword."

"I don't think so!" Lars cried as he grabbed Bluebird from behind and suplexed her onto the deck. "The Pearls told me everything, and I have something to tell you." He added while picking up Bluebird by her wing. "Run. Run away, Bluebird, back to your master. And tell her that no matter what she has planned, the Crystal Gems will be coming for her soon."

--

"And you just ran away?!" Black Rutile began yelling in Bluebird's face when the fusion returned to give her the bad news. "Whatever, they know what I'm doing! But they still don't realize what I'll do to get there."

"I deeply apologize, my Rutile." Bluebird apologized to Black Rutile just as they heard a loud rumbling sound from outside. "Is it just me, or are there tons of things just coming from the sky lately?"

"One second." Black Rutile said while pulling up her visor to check her surroundings, in which she discovered Hessonite's warship hovering over the forest where Jasper once made her home. "Hessonite? What's she doing here?"

"I don't think that's Hessonite, my Rutile." Bluebird observed. "Otherwise, she'd be landing somewhere to meet the Crystal Gems, not out in the woods. Someone must've taken the ship from her."

"Well, let's not dawdle for so long! Let's get moving!" Black Rutile said as she grabbed onto Bluebird, and the two flew towards the forest, where they found Hessonite's ship waiting for them. When the pair landed, a large reverse pyramid detached from the ship and descended on top of Jasper's old cave, destroying it and allowing Andesine, Howlite, Amber, and Cinnabar's cabal to disembark.

"Black Rutile, we have brought you Cinnabar." Andesine declared and shoved Cinnabar forward to meet her old master for the first time in months. "Do with her as you may."

"Hello again, Cinnabar." Black Rutile ominously greeted her former apprentice. "I've been told what happened when you went against those Pearls. And now, thanks to you, they are living here on Earth. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry for everything Black Rutile, those Pearls had me outfoxed at every turn!" Cinnabar begged for forgiveness while dropping to her knees. "I accept any punishment you shall give me!"

Instead of punishing her, however, Black Rutile picked Cinnabar up by the collar of her jacket and gave her a tender pat on the head. "No need to cry, my friend." She said sympathetically. "It's not entirely your fault because your failures can all be traced to one source."

"Do I even need to ask?" Andesine asked.

"Yes, Steven." Black Rutile proclaimed. "Everything the Pearls did was in service of that little tyrant's corrupted paradise! But slowly but surely, I have been taking control of the creatures he loves most: humans. Now then, let me ask you one thing. People talk loud when they want to sound smart, right?"

"CORRECT!" Bloodstone yelled loudly as a demonstration of Black Rutile's point.

"Well, that is what I've discovered recently." Black Rutile continued. "My ventures through the Internet have allowed me to discover that there are tons of people out there who, no matter how poor their moral character is, everyone will believe whatever they say. And naturally, I have taken advantage of this."

"So what are you saying?" Cinnabar asked nervously.

"I'm saying my new plan is more personal than ever before." Black Rutile responded. "Now then, are you all with me?" The rebellious Gems said nothing, only getting on one knee and bowing in reverence of their genius leader. "That's just what I needed to hear." She declared evilly as the Rutile Rebels began coming back together under her banner.

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Only four chapters left until the finale, and we seem to be getting into the real good stuff. Andesine, Amber and Howlite, my resident Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy and Mr. Spock for this chapter, were based off an idea for a story by a reviewer that I'm sad to say doesn't fit into my current plans, but I was more than happy to insert these characters into this world and fitting them into the Rutile Rebels. In the meantime, we'll have two more slice of life episodes to get down before we move onto the big two-part finale I estimate will be sometime in late June. Keep watching the skies everyone, and see you real soon.

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My Emily design!

Age:  18

Height: 6'

Weight: 155 lbs

Hair Color:  Emerald Green

Eye Color: Dark Green

Birthplace:  Wentworth, South Yorkshire, England

Attire: School (autumn and winter):     -Emerald green and yellow blazer     -Emerald green shirt     -Emerald green, chocolate brown, and yellow tie     -Black skirt     -Emerald green stockings     -Black shoes     -Yellow scrunchie School (spring and summer):    -Emerald green shirt    -Emerald green, chocolate brown, and yellow tie    -Black skirt    -Emerald green stockings    -Black shoes    -Yellow scrunchie Casual:     -Emerald green shirt     -Gold cravat     -Emerald green and chocolate brown skirt     -Chocolate brown stockings     -Emerald green and chocolate brown boots     -Yellow scrunchie Formal:     -Emerald green blouse     -Emerald green skirt     -Emerald green heels     -Yellow scrunchie

Relatives: Oscar Stirling (father) Brianna Stirling (mother) Emerald Stirling (older sister)

Voiced by: Teresa Gallagher (UK) Jules de Jongh (US)

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

He batido mi récord de 10 KM [tras RESUCITAR] por 2 min o con 56 min 36 seg y mi distancia más larga 13'13 KM lo hice con la camiseta de MADNESS que compré en el FIB'18 donde dijeron que aunque algunos esperaban a KYLIE MINOGUE eran MADNESS..luego salió LIAM GALLAGHER por el que THE RAIN fue OASIS y cerró al alba los franceses JUSTICE [cuyo logo es una CRUZ]..y me fui sin recoger la tienda de campaña a coger el TREN hacia VALENCIA [no el FALCON como pedro SANCHEZ que fue a ver a THE KILLERS como hizo un par de veces LETIZIA ORTIZ] para ver en el BOTANICO a ROSENDO que presentaba MI TIEMPO SEÑORIA y a WATERBOYS que los había visto día de mi 42 cumpleaños [28_11_13] a la RIVERA del MANZANA+eRES o sala LA RIVIERA [donde mi siguiente concierto sería LIAM GALLAGHER el 12_2_14 con su grupo BEADY EYE presentando cd BE y acabando con una versión de la apocaliptica GIMME SHELTER de ROLLING STONES tras firmarme en la FNAC esa tarde Pau DONES de JARABE DE PALO su cd SOMOS con SALUD e IVANCRISTO llevando camiseta de cerveza mexicana SOL y tras haber dicho en el adjunto EL CORTE INGLES de CALLAO a LAURA PAUSINI gracias por LIMPIO con Kylie MINOGUE tras pasar por delante de mi al ir a STAND a FIRMAR]..viendo al día siguiente a Pau DONES a PIANO Y VOZ en la sala PENELOPE [=CRUZ] empezar con REALIDAD O SUEÑO del cd DEPENDE