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thebibliomancer · 4 years ago

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Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 12

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because I guess we’re going to Ha’rar now? Unless Kylan finds something super cool in that book he checked out from the Aughra Library.

Last times in book: Kylan, Naia, Tavra, and Gurjin visited Aughra on High Hill to enlist her help in warning all Gelfling about the Skeksis. She’s less than helpful. But she does let Kylan take a random book he picked up.

Chapter 12

Kylan reads a fun story about a flute, Gurjin splits the party

The disappointed Gelfs stop to camp and Kylan reads the heck out of the book. He reads so hard that he decides to write just for a change of pace.

To give his mind a break, he prepared his own scrolls and worked on the day’s record, recalling as many details as he could before the memories faded. In his journal, the memory of the orrery could be preserved forever. Their journey there could be smoothed over. Their interaction with Aughra could be just a stumble on their path to ultimate success. All it would take were more chapters to show that this dark disappointment was not the end, but just some dimmer part in the middle. Maybe it was better that way.

No, Kylan decided mid-etching, it is better. No maybes about it.

And so he wrote it into the diary that way to make sure that any future readers would understand it to be so.

Good attitude, Kylan!

Disappointing episodes in your life just contrast more with the cool stuff, clearly.

That said, I wonder what happens to Kylan’s journal when all is said and done in these books. That’d be a good loose end to pick up.

Naia and Gurjin head off in opposite directions to go catch dinner, because sibling rivalry.

Kylan gets back to book and Tavra makes small talk while tying up a laundry line super good.

“Found anything yet? I’ve never seen a Gelfling read so studiously, even among those who could.”

“I’ll probably never be a warrior like everyone else in my clan, but I might as well hone the few skills I have.”

Kylan tries to follow suit by praising her sweet knot tying skills but she just agrees that she has skills with which to pay the bills and then wanders off into the wood, leaving Kylan alone at the campsite.

As the suns set, Kylan continues reading the old book. Which is a disorganized experience. The book is all jumbled up with little apparent rhyme or reason. It’ll jump from recording a feast at a village to a detailed study of the biology of a suri-wing including diagrams. And its in several languages, of which Gelfling is just one.

But Kylan finds a passage that at least puts a name to the writer.

Mother forgot my name today.

I had to remind her: “Raunip. Raunip, Mother!”

I cried, “The name you gave me!”

How could she forget?”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raunip!

Aughra’s son!

Talk about drawing stuff from Creation Myths!

I think most people reading this post know his deal and also maybe its going to be a plot twist in this book where his journal has become a hot topic.

She has been consumed with the heavens. The heavens, and the shard, buried deep underground. She will not admit that neither above nor below will heal this sickness. Only we of Thra can be the antidote; and to heal our world, we must purge it of those outsiders who have taken our heart captive.

Good ol’ Raunip and his pretty xenophobic tendencies actually.

Kylan gets so into reading the book that he forgets that he was reading it for a reason. But he comes to a passage that brings him to his sense.

“The song of the Heart of Thra can sing the hollow bone from the bell-bird wing.”

That is so close to a title drop. Its just super close.

The passage talks about a Gelfling called Gyr the Song Teller who crafted a firca (a forked flute, like the one Jen has) from the forked bone of a bell-bird’s wing. Then Gyr the Song Teller played on this firca in the Caves of Grot.

Playing this special firca caused the words to every song Gyr knew to be dream-etched across the walls. And the Grottan Gelfling protected the songs, and the other lore of the Gelfling people.

Hey, keepers of the lore isn’t a bad clan hat to have!

The story smacks of the fantastical to Kylan since dream-etching is a painstaking and slow process and the bell-birds long extinct. He considers that the story is a mythologization of the invention of writing.

But what if it were real?

He feels like it could be real.

He decides to tell Naia about this. It could be the random hope they were hoping for.

After dark, Naia and Gurjin return, and have a fish measuring contest. Since Tavra is still gone, Kylan shows Naia and Gurjin the story.

“It was used to do a hundred dream-etchings at once in the Caves of Grot. Gyr the Song Teller did it just by playing the firca. The music echoes through the cave and etched the words on all the stone it touched.”

“Is this a song, or truth?” Naia asked. “If it’s true... Kylan, could you use such a thing to write our warning about the Skeksis? We wouldn’t have to do it one message at a time, we could do so many at once. So many the Skeksis wouldn’t be able to stop every one.”

Isn’t there still the problem of most Gelfling being illiterate? I guess maybe you could do it in pictures. I’m pretty sure dream-etching can do pictures.

That said, the firca of Gyr the Song Teller is a pretty cool magic artifact for the setting, huh?

Cool bard from ages ago made a flute out of a bird and it lets you write multiple things at a time. It’s not the one ring of power or Mjolnir but it feels like it fits well with the setting.

The book says the firca was left with the Grottan and there’s an entrance to the Caves of Grot not too far from where they are. Its a pretty convenient thing, really.

Although Gurjin is wondering whether the Grottan are even still around.

They’re even more reclusive than the Drenchen, and are practically considered a myth themselves.

There’s no solid evidence that the firca (or the Grottan) are real but Kylan decides to trust his gut like Naia taught him.

“It’s possible the bone firca doesn’t actually exist, but maybe Aughra knows better. Maybe she sent the book with us for that reason... Or maybe it has nothing to do with Aughra. Either way, I just have the feeling that we should go. I wish i had more proof, but the feeling is all I have.”

Naia agrees that they should go.

So I guess Naia isn’t going to Ha’rar after all! She may never go there at this rate, ha.

This is putting me in mind of playing a game like Skyrim and just getting way sidetracked with all the sidequests. Can’t go to the throat of the world, there’s a magic flute in a cave, you understand.

Anyway, Naia and Gurjin have come to another decision as well.

They’re going to split the party!

Dangit, I like having Gurjin around!

But Naia raises the point that if the Skeksis are going to be coming after them both for their twin goo, there’s no sense in making it easier for them by having them in the same place. She just wants Kylan’s opinion on it.

Kaylan [sic] felt touched that she sought his opinion at all, even if he hardly knew what the say after being ambushed with their bold plan.

Kylan asks where Gurjin would go and Naia says he’d go back to the Sog where he can hide with family and recover with Momdra Laesid’s super healing. And not stated but the Skeksis have pretty much never been to the Sog and probably won’t start now if they can help it.

It’s hard to traverse on foot, as Tavra found out.

Plus also, if the Skeksis are chasing after Rian, they’ll be heading to Ha’rar, pretty much the opposite direction of the Sog.

And Gurjin’s familiar enough with the Dark Wood that he can travel through it and avoid the Skeksis. Naia will even send Neech with him to help him out.

Good plan, twins!

Kinda bummed still that we’re losing Gurjin and Neech to this good plan.

For a while, I thought it was going to be a rad journey with Rian, Naia, and Kylan. Then Rian ditched and Tavra and Gurjin showed up. Now its going to be Naia, Tavra, and Kylan which is also a hilarious grouping.

The reason why they don’t want Tavra to know is that she’s going to kick up such a fuss. But if Gurjin is gone before she knows it, she’ll have to choose between chasing Gurjin or chasing Rian and Rian is going to Ha’rar where Tavra wants to go too.

“She’ll be mad we didn’t have her approval, but I think you’re right, and maybe she’ll understand once it’s done. If Gurjin can get back to Sog, then at least someone will have made contact with the Drenchen.”

Gurjin and Naia nodded in unison.

“I’ll leave tonight, when it’s my watch,” he said. He extended his hand, and Kylan took it. “It was very good to meet you, Kylan the Song Teller. I’m glad my sister met you.”

Aww!

And hey, good additional point! Gurjin can start spreading some truth treason against the Skeksis.

Great plan, twins!

Tavra returns and Kylan feels nervous having to keep all these secrets from her but feels more like its her he’s nervous about more than the lying or obfuscation. There’s something just off about her and Kylan hopes that there’s some cure in Ha’rar for what the Skeksis did to her.

*cough* spiders

Anyway.

... she sat on the far side of the fire and began weaving her damp hair into a braid. In the firelight, her single earring cast sparkles on her pale neck, and Kylan wished he could find the right words to untangle whatever caused the animosity radiating from her. If only there were a song that could touch her heart, the way one had touched Rian’s -- but not every problem could be solved with a song.

Lies.

Also, earring still making me super suspicious.

Kylan anxieties himself to sleep worrying whether the future truly is immutable and whether Tavra will arrest them for treason for letting Gurjin sneak off but is woken up by Gurjin putting a hand on his shoulder and dreamfasting with him before he sneaks away.

Until we meet again, brother Kylan. Be safe.

Awwwwwwwww! Best friends!

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Song of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Kylan #Naia #Tavra #Gurjin

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majihxpe · 4 years ago

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Just wanted to say that our thread with Yamato and Tsubasa made me cry. Literally

(Awwwwwwwww Please don’t cry! I’m sorry about that! I didn’t expect to make it all feels! Is this a sign of me preparing for Paradise Lost? XD)

#Protector Of The Idols; OOC

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bumblingbunny · 7 years ago

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Replies!

No Charming posts today but I do have a long overdue reply post! :D

Both Gumdrop and Charming responses are below the cut. Some of these are pretty old - sorry!

@siminycricket, @socialbunnies, @simsplyirresistible, @frost-rainbowcy, @simphonics, @bouquet-of-scissors, @nikasimming, @mad-hatter-of-pluto, @sxatteredmess

nikasimming replied to your photoset

“There was a small splash as the money hit the water below. Almost...”

Cliffhanger much???

I can’t promise that there won’t more. ;)

nikasimming replied to your photoset

“Sugar: And this is…? Plum: Bam! Sugar: Bam? Plum: Flynn Rider BAM!...”

Awwwwwwwww ��

I love Tangled! I’m going to have a lot of fun when the Charmings reach Gen 7.

sxatteredmess replied to your photoset

“She even resorted to collecting trinkets and frogs to help keep her...”

Why does she have pointed ears?

No real reason. I just really like elf ears and give them to most of my sims. :)

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Sugar: Uhh… hello? ???: Sugar?”

UHHHHHHHHHHH

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset

“Beautyberry: Hey. It’s been awhile. Sugar: Beauty?”

Eee! I thought it was her!

mad-hatter-of-pluto replied to your photoset

“Beautyberry: …I wasn’t going to stop by your place, but I’m glad that...”

I was actually hoping these two would reunite

It’s been a really, really long time since we’ve seen Beautyberry (although she was at Pepper’s wedding in the background). I’ve thought a lot about what she’d be up to and really wanted to bring her back into the story, at least for a quick update.

If I ever do a AU Gumdrop story, she’d definitely have a bigger role.

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Let’s just say they didn’t get much rest until the early hours of...”

One thng I hate is you cant equip glasses to sleepwear without them sleeping in them bc like... my indication is they normally wear contacts but ykno you gotta let your eyes rest!!

That would be so cool! I usually just don’t put glasses on their sleepwear but that’s not very realistic either. : /

bouquet-of-scissors replied to your photoset

“Cayo: Okay, these pancakes are officially disgusting. You don’t need...”

She tried xD

bouquet-of-scissors replied to your photoset

“*Cayo drops and breaks a bottle, scattering glass and some mystery...”

Mysterious liquid ��

I have no idea why Cayo is such a terrible cook. I figured she’d be better at it since she’s creative but nope! I’m scared for her future dwarfs.

Also, I could not think of any liquid that you would pour over cooking pancakes so it became mysterious! XD

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“???: Huh? W-what’s happening?”

YEEEEET

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“The Princess spun around and gasped. Behind her was a person she’d...”

THEYRE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Cayo: Uhh… h-hello! *swallows* I’m Princess Calla Lily Charming, but...”

I LOOVE THEM

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“The love spell had completely taken over the Princess and Princex....”

YAAAAS GET IT

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“They stumbled their way into the bedroom and well…”

FIRST NOOBOO PARENT HELL YEAH

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Cayo: Okay, these pancakes are officially disgusting. You don’t need...”

my sweet child

Mercury is so freaking adorable! I really can’t say that enough. ♥ ♥ ♥

Also, they and Cayo cannot keep their hands off each other! Their romantic relationship was pretty high because of the wishing well so I was working on building up their friendship and all they wanted to do was flirt.

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Cayo: We’re having a dwarf! Mercury: A dwarf? Cayo: I mean a nooboo!...”

YAAAAAS

nikasimming replied to your photoset

“One day the Princess met with the Princex for a special announcement…...”

NOOBOOS

I’m was so happy to have the first nooboo on the way! :D

(I’m also really excited cause the above gif is actually going to be happening in game soon! <3)

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“With no one to help her, the Princess gathered her courage and...”

yeah regular fire alarms are useless and it SUCKS

I had completely forgotten about it too. When the fire started, I figured we’d just wait until the firefighter showed up because Cayo really isn’t the type to risk her neck for material possessions. There were a lot of extra damages because of that. -____-

bouquet-of-scissors replied to your photoset

“The Princess did run into some trouble when requesting a table…...”

Wow, r00d

I don’t know what’s wrong with my hostesses and giving my sims such sass when they request a table. :(

simphonics replied to your photoset

“Cayo: This looks divine and- *takes a bite* Mmmm… It tastes as good as...”

Is she eating a box

Lol. It really does look like it. It’s one of the experimental dishes that came with Dine Out. It’s called Cubed Ahi with Veggie Wasabi Matrix.

frost-rainbowcy replied to your photoset

“Happy Halloween from the Gumdrops and Charmings!”

<3 <3 <3

♥ ♥ ♥ I’m glad you liked it!

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Happy Halloween from the Gumdrops and Charmings!”

MY CHILD

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Happy Halloween from the Gumdrops and Charmings!”

WELL GRANDCHILD TECHNICALLY

All I can say is that he is a cutie and a really good blend of his parents. ;D He’ll be making his official entrance into the story in the next couple of days.

simsplyirresistible replied to your photoset

“Candy Cane: You seem to have it all planned out. Is that what you’d...”

Dragon? Me too figgy

Me three! Anyone know a dragon you can introduce me to?

socialbunnies replied to your photoset

“Figgy: I hope it does go like that with Leo. You deserve a fairy tale...”

CC IS a princess!

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥! I love CC! She’ll always be a princess to me! There’s going to be a side story with her during Gen 2 but I still need to decided on exactly what I want to do.

siminycricket replied to your photoset “Cayo: I’m Princess Cayo Charming. And you are…? Zinfandel: I’m...”

Heyyyyyyyyyy~

Getting prepared for Nooboo #2. :D

#siminycricket #socialbunnies #simsplyirresistible #frost-rainbowcy #simphonics #bouquet-of-scissors #nikasimming #mad-hatter-of-pluto #sxatteredmess #replies #gumdrop reply #charming reply #waaaaay late on some of these...

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news-mashable-yahoopartner-blog · 8 years ago

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Obama is back and he thinks we should be more careful with our selfies

Obama is back, baby, and oh boy did he have a lot to say about selfies and social media.

The beloved 44th president of the United States and hip AF dad stopped by the University of Chicago on Monday afternoon to a.) torture us by asking, "what's been going on while I've been gone?" and b.) deliver his first major public speech since leaving office in January.

Obama spoke about many important matters ranging from his political career to the future of America's youth, but then, near the end of his talk the former POTUS unexpectedly dropped some knowledge on the art of selfie-taking.

SEE ALSO: Obamas sign book deal worth 'tens of millions'

After a panel member asked Obama to share his perspective on failure and the impact everlasting social media posts have on young people, America's overprotective father replied with a selfie warning.

"In terms of how to deal with the fact that as you grow up you’re going to learn and change and evolve in all kinds of ways ... the problem now with the internet is that that past is always there," Obama said. "One way to think about it is just to own it."

"If we had pictures of everything I’ve done when I was in high school I probably wouldn't have been President of the United States," he joked, "so I would advise all of you to be a little more circumspect about your selfies and what you take pictures of."

Awwwwwwwww, he really cares!

However, selfies weren't the only thing about phones that Obama mentioned.

Once again, he touched on his fear that technology and social media help confine us to our own personal bubbles. "If this generation is getting all its information from phones, you really don’t have to confront people who have different opinions or a different experience or outlook," he said earlier in his speech. "If you’re liberal you’re on MSNBC, you’re reading The Wall Street Journal or The New York Times or whatever your choices are — or maybe you’re just looking at cat videos, which is fine," he laughed.

Despite his of weariness of selfies and social media, Obama assured everyone he straight up LOVES young people. In fact, he explained his focus is to help the next generation — whom he described as "sharp, astute, tolerant, thoughtful, entrepreneurial" young people — prepare to take on their own leadership roles and change the world. "If that happens I think we’ll end up being just fine," he said confidently.

Oh Obama, we missed you so.

WATCH: Obama's photographer takes down Sarah Palin with one very classy Instagram photo

#_author:Nicole Gallucci #_lmsid:a0Vd000000DTrEpEAL #_uuid:92ca94b3-2f3c-3522-b8b1-5839639d7556 #_revsp:news.mashable

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Just Tonight #6 (Shalaska) - BABE

AN: Back at it with another chapter!! I wrote this shortly after chapter 5 and actually have chapter 7 in the works, I’m so inspired to write this story and it’s all thanks to the lovely readers who keep me going xoxo. I’m actually working on a playlist for this story that will be available to listen to on Spotify shortly, a lot of the songs are some that I’ve mentioned in the story but some are just ones that helped me write and yep. Enjoy!!

Alaska’s plan to tell Sharon how she really felt was a lot harder than the blonde thought it would be. They didn’t really get to spend much time together over two weeks, with Alaska’s midterms and Sharon’s increasing band practices. They were getting booked more frequently and Alaska always tried to attend each one. When she did, they didn’t have the same conversations that they did that night, it was all kisses and sex and falling asleep in Sharon’s bed. Sharon would drop Alaska at the library and head to band practice. It wasn’t as if the flame had fizzled out (Alaska definitely didn’t think that, the sex was still just as amazing as it was when they first started hooking up); it was as if they were just going through the motions.

Tonight, however, Alaska was going to change that.

It was yet another of Sharon’s shows but this time Alaska sat on the side of the stage and watched with Roxxxy. Despite what Sharon said about her, the younger blonde really grew close with her and Dee. They were almost a little clique, Dee’s initial frostiness a protective mechanism over Sharon but once that was out of the way, they became friends. Alaska and Roxxxy got close because they were in the “girlfriend” squad and it felt quite nice to not have to be alone at these things. Adore and Katya came when they could (and they were still her ride and dies) but Katya and the Barbie from the party (Trixie, she’d remembered) were getting serious and Adore was doing “extra credit” for Professor Del Rio’s class. She saw Pearl a few times, sometimes with her girlfriends but that was rare, it was nice to have Roxxxy as a constant.

They started off the concert with “Make Me Wanna Die”, one of their best covers. Every time Sharon sang, Alaska found herself mesmerised by the girl, her eyes not looking anywhere else. A few times she caught Sharon winking in her direction, which only made her cheer louder. Their set was often the same – sometimes they’d throw in a different song but it was usually punk covers with occasional original. “Just Tonight” was always near the end and Sharon’s eyes always fell on her when it played. Alaska knew all the words and sang along, but nothing prepared her for tonight.

“Okay, I know you came to see Anarchy Rose but I would like a special friend to help me with the next few songs,” Sharon started to say into the microphone, Alaska’s ears perking up at the announcement. Her eyes connected with Sharon’s and she knew that it wasn’t Roxxxy she was talking about (the girl was tone deaf) but herself. Anxiety set in as Sharon continued singing. “She actually helped to co-write this next song. Alaska, baby, come on out!” Oh boy. Roxxxy pushed her up onto the stage as a microphone was passed her way. The lights were bright in her eyes and the nerves were eating her alive, but when Sharon looked at her reassuringly, she no longer felt worried.

“This next one’s called The Only Exception,” Sharon announced as she played the familiar chords. The room was quiet and Alaska felt at ease when she started singing. It was as if Sharon and her were the only ones in the room.

Throughout the verse, her eyes looked out upon the audience but her eyes connected with Sharon for the chorus and stayed that way until the bridge.

“I’ve got a tight grip on reality but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here. I know you’re leaving in the morning, when you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream…”

Alaska didn’t take her eyes off Sharon for the rest of the night.

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True to Sharon’s word, she kept Alaska up on the stage for the next couple of songs. The first one they did, Alaska barely remembered, some kind of fun pop punk song that Alaska danced around with Sharon to, but the next one stuck in her mind and made her giddy.

“I don’t want to get too sentimental up here but this next song is the one that sealed the deal. I played this song at a gig and I saw her there and I knew that she was perfect. I have never loved anyone more than her and every time I play this song, she’s on my mind.” The audience broke into awwwwwwwwws as Alaska’s face turned red. “Here’s Just Tonight.”

For the first time ever, Alaska was singing this song in front of Sharon, their hands grasped firmly together throughout the song. Their eyes never parted from each other, every time they sang they had huge lopsided grins on their face.

“But just tonight I won’t leave and I’ll lie and you’ll believe. Just tonight I will see it’s all because of me,” Sharon sang softly, letting go of their hands to pull Alaska close. Normally, Alaska would freak at this kind of PDA, but with Sharon, she felt safe. When the song ended, Sharon leaned forward, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. The audience around them hollered at the action, but Alaska and Sharon didn’t care. It was as if they were the only ones in the place.

“Get a room!” Jinkx exclaimed into her microphone, the voice breaking them apart. Alaska then leaned forward and whispered in Sharon’s ear.

“I love you too.”

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The moment Sharon ran off the stage at the end of the set, her arms were wrapped around Alaska faster than the speed of light.

“You were amazing out there,” she whispered in her ear as Alaska spun around in her arms to face her.

“I was just trying to channel you,” the younger girl smirked as she left a peck on the girl’s lips. Their moment was cut off by Roxxxy’s yelling that the girls must come quick as there was a talent scout talking to the other band members. At the sound of that, Alaska and Sharon rushed with Roxxxy towards where she was pointing. Dee, Jinkx and Ivy were huddled around a man with greying hair who had an air of importance to him. However, he was dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, something that seemed mismatched to Alaska.

“Ah, so you must be the girls of Anarchy Rose. I’ve attended a few of your performances and you guys definitely are something. My name is Oliver White and I represent a band that is touring around the East Coast starting next week for a month or so and we’re looking for openers. I know it’s very last minute but would you girls be interested?” Sharon’s eyes lit up with glee and looked at Jinkx, whose eyes were glowing with the same emotion.

“Speaking on behalf of the band, we’d love to do it!” Sharon exclaimed happily but Alaska was nervous. Of course, she was excited by the idea that the girl she loved had dreams that were coming true but their… whatever this was wasn’t surviving the best with the girls in the same town. How were they meant to fare if Sharon was out of Pittsburgh? Alaska put up a fake smile to mask her nerves. As she observed the four band members cheering over the opportunity, the blonde slipped out the back door and into the alleyway behind the club. She sunk down in the street and started to cry, for reasons that she didn’t even understand. Maybe she was upset by the thought of Sharon leaving, or overwhelmed by performing or just confused by the way that Sharon had entered her life and turned it upside down in one fell swoop. Either way, she let her mascara run down her cheeks as dark eyes stared up at the moon, hoping it could open up and devour her whole.

In the midst of celebrating, Sharon looked to the place where she saw Alaska and had to do a double take when she found the spot empty. She searched all over the club for the younger girl, getting more and more defeated by the second. She didn’t know what could be wrong or why Alaska could’ve left. As she exited out the back door, desperate for a cigarette, she was relieved for a moment to find Alaska outside, but relief quickly turned to concern when she noticed her tear stained cheeks.

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Sharon asked, worry in her tone. She bent down to be level with Alaska, softly wiping the black tears from her love’s face.

“I don’t want you to go,” Alaska mumbled meekly, her eyes unable to meet Sharon’s. She didn’t want to disappoint her.

“I know it’ll be hard but we’ll make this work. It’s two weeks, then you can come join us on Spring Break. Then it’s another week and I’ll be home. I promise, if we have to skype every day or waste our money falling asleep on the phone then I’ll do it. Everything I just said on stage I mean one hundred percent. I love you Alaska, and I know it’s probably too soon to say that but I’ve never been so sure about how I’ve felt before.”

“I love you too,” Alaska mumbled, looking up at Sharon, her eyes glassy with tears. The older girl pulled her forward and they sat there in the alleyway locked in a tight embrace. They were quiet for a long time until Alaska spoke up.

“Damn you.”

“What?”

“I wanted to say it first.”

Sharon only smirked and held her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead

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Two days later, Alaska sat in Sharon’s living room as the blonde frantically threw things into a suitcase. Anarchy Rose were set to leave in the morning and the younger blonde was going to join them in New York in two weeks.

“Sharon, you need to calm down,” Alaska tried to reassure a frenzied Sharon, her fingers intertwining with the other’s. “Sit down with me for a minute, if you’ve forgotten something then I’ll bring it with me in two weeks.”

Giving into the other girl’s words, Sharon sunk down onto the couch and into Alaska’s open arms. It was instantly calming being in the other girl’s embrace, and it felt amazing to finally tune out her anxiety.

“I’m sorry, princess, but this tour has me so stressed out,” she confessed, looking up at Alaska.

“I’ve got just the thing to de-stress you.”

Intrigued by the girl’s words, Alaska pulled her arms away and straddled Sharon’s lap, their lips connecting passionately. The younger girl’s hands tangled through the other’s messy blonde hair, while Sharon rested her hands on Alaska’s ass, their kiss growing more and more heated. Biting down on her lip, Alaska pushed her tongue into Sharon’s mouth, the other moaning in response. Alaska pulled away from the kiss and instead got off the other girl’s lap, kneeling on the floor of the living room. Spreading Sharon’s legs, Alaska slipped down Sharon’s pants and was pleased to find that she was already wet. Looking innocently up at Sharon, Alaska rubbed the other’s clit through the fabric for a moment, relishing the sounds of the older girl’s moans. It made her wet just thinking about it. After teasing Sharon for long enough, Alaska pulled the undergarments away and slowly laid kisses all around Sharon’s thighs before letting her tongue explore. It was so loving, a far cry from their usual hook-ups, Alaska’s actions were enough to show Sharon that it wasn’t just all fucking, making love existed.

After Sharon came in screams and moans and declarations of love, they kept at it until day turned into night, but it was more than just the sex they were used to, it was love. After this, Alaska finally felt confident enough to let Sharon go on tour knowing that they would make it through.

#babe #just tonight #shalaska #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #fluff #rpdr fanfiction #submission #just tonight by babe

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transboygenius · 5 years ago

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SE4SON: Chapter 15

With the quartz quest finally completed, Jimmy and Nick decided to relax with their weird yet lovable friends for the rest of the day, after they had their short power nap. It wasn't fully dark outside yet, but that didn't mean they couldn't set a campfire and enjoy a good moose frank roast. Butterscotch was chomping his teeth into an oat cake Nick promised he'd bake. Diana roasted five franks on the same stick, Rodent Girl would roast cheese with her franks, and Benson kept burning his because he isn't sure whether his meat is done or not. While eating, Jimmy and Nick told them about stuff in the twenty first century. Nick usually tells scary stories around campfires, but it wasn't all that dark.

"The future is sooooooo weird yet very astonishing! Work is done more easier and fun is more fun! Tell me more!" Said Rodent Girl. "Okay. There's this little box, well nowadays most of them are pretty much flat and wide, with a window on it. It magically projects moving pictures that tell stories. It's called television. T.V. for short." Said Nick. "Ooooooooooooooh!" Wowed Rodent Girl, Diana, Butterscotch, and Benson. "Unfortunately, rarely anyone watches TV, in our generation, anymore. All the real fun happens on the internet!" "What is the internet?" Asked Benson. "It's a bit complicated to explain, so I'll try to keep it short and sweet. Opportunities are universal on the internet. You can only access it on a computer, with wifi. A computer looks similar to a TV, but has a 'typewriter' attached to it. You can play brightly colored games, do your shopping in peace, share your written diaries anonymously, and much more, and I'm gonna stop there cuz I said I'd keep it short and sweet. And also, some things on the internet are evil, but I won't go into that." "It sounds too good to be true! How do machines such as the internet even work? What, or who, is inside this box, anyway?" Asked Diana.

Jimmy responded with his techno babbling, explaining the full details of an open source system and how it operates. Nick had to cut him off, since his words brought nothing but confusion to his new friends. So like Nick, Jimmy decided to go short and sweet as well.

"*Sigh* Science. It's like magic, but manmade. And it actually works." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Again, wowed Rodent Girl, Diana, Butterscotch, and Benson. "If you do get home and decide to visit us, could you bring me one of those cardiovasculars?" Asked Diana. "I want a fondue maker! A tub sized one! Make sure it comes with a year supply of swissssssss!" Screamed Rodent Girl. "Please, please! If there's anything I'd want more, get me a dishwasher!" Benson begged. "Houyhnhnm. (I just want a helicopter.)" Whinned Butterscotch. "Those things are very expensive." Said Nick. "Awwwwwwwww." The four of everyone moaned. "I can manufacture those myself!" Said Jimmy. "Yayyyyyyyyyyyyy!" "But we shouldn't tamper with the timeline like that. The effect could be adverse." "Awwwwwwwww." "No fondue maker?" Cried Rodent Girl. "But, I can bring back some of my cooking. I'll even write down some recipes." Said Nick. "Yayyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Rodent Girl came up to Nick and then hugged him deeply.

"Thank you, friend! I wish you two didn't have to leave!" Cried Rodent Girl again. "Well, it's only temporary when the next storm comes." Nick replied "I wish it never rained!" "What is going on here?" A familiar voice was heard.

Jimmy and Nick froze. Everyone turned around. Mitzi had returned from work again.

"We were just talking about fondue makers and broken hearts." Rodent Girl responded to Mitzi. "Interesting. Anyhow, I thought this over while at work, and I'd like you to know that I'm here to apologize." "Huh?" Both Jimmy and Nick. "Diana, I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday and for being so selfish. Oona, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable with those rat puns. I'll try to resist making one ever again."

The two boys glared up at Mitzi, both with the same facial expression, and their arms crossed. After all the trouble and anxiety Mitzi put them through, they might moreover have their apology too. Mitzi glared back at the boys. She can tell they already knew she tried to foil their plan.

"How 'bout it?" Asked Mitzi. "Hmmmm, you did apologize. I think all's left to do is forgive and forget." Replied Diana.

Diana got up from her log and hugged her friend. Mitzi didn't show any sign of being crushed, that's because Diana was just wrapping her arms around her, without using any of her strength. Everyone was touched over this scenery except Jimmy and Nick. Mitzi is still a horrible person in their eyes, no matter how sweet the moment looked. She sabotaged their time machine, and she didn't even apologize to them. The boys are sick of having to content with her bull. Someone oughta do something about it. Nick lowered his head to Jimmy's ear, and whispered.

"I have a plan. I'll wake you up for it."

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[*Early morning*]

The sun was beginning to raise, but everyone was still asleep. Mitzi had just finished a small breakfast, contesting of toast with jam and a black coffee, and packed her lunch ahead of time. She then took her plate and mug to the counter for Benson to wash. When she got there, she found a note laying around.

Mitzi, I want to talk to you about... uhhhhhhhh.... ...a thing. Come into the shed and we can discuss this, thing, in private. Diana. P.S. Why are you so mean to Nick and Jimmy? They're super cool!

Mitzi immediately rushed to the shed after reading the message. However, when she got there, all she found in the shed was emptiness. After that, the door slammed close, leaving the shed in pitch darkness. The darkness was short lived when a lantern lit up the room. Jimmy and Nick were there, guarding the door behind them. Mitzi's heart pounded in her chest.

"I KNEW IT! I knew thou were up to no good! Luckily, I had myself prepared! Now perish!" Screamed Mitzi, then held up a crucifix. "*Yawn* Like that's gonna work. We're not demons, lady." Said Nick. "Lies! Lies you tell! There probably is no future awaiting for your return! You're not like any of us! You dress funny! You talk weird! You're little friend talks even weirder!" "Leave Jimmy out of this! And I'm sorry we don't fit in the middle age description of 'natural fashion!'" "And what do you expect future people to look like? Time advances as it progresses, and humanity starts to improve! Actually, it's also getting worse, too. Demons are myths! Hoax! A construct of religious conviction!" Said Jimmy. "If you were demons, you'd still deny it!"

Nick was at his last straw now. He walked up to Mitzi, grabbed the cross, and threw it aside.

"We just wanna talk." "'Wanna talk,' that's what they all say! And before you know it, you're being taken away from your family and into their rebellion, where they soon strip to reveal their true form, and you realize your feelings have been toyed with this whole time! Then you spend the rest of your youth performing slavery labor under vile conditions that are hazardous to your health, fed only one bowl of gruel a day! A world where friendships were torn apart for survival, and nobody loves you there! I have lost one family, and I'm not gonna let you ruin this one!"

Jimmy and Nick hesitated for a moment. It sounded as though Mitzi explained her whole background story.

"What's with this silence?! Speak now!" Mitzi demanded. "Look; I'm sorry what happened to you, and your family, but you need to stop acting like a bitch." Replied Nick. "'Cuse me, demon?" "Ever since we first arrived, you've shown absolutely nothing but disgust towards us, regardless of how nice we've been! You even began to take your anger out on your current family!" "Hey! I apologized, didn't I? And I don't care if you have halos floating above your heads! I will not be suckered into another demon's false kindness!" "For the last time, we are not demons! We just wanna go home! I wanna take a hot bath! I wanna binge watch on CageFlix while laying in bed! I wanna blow my allowance on convenient store snacks with high calories! I DON'T wanna sacrifice some stranger's life to a cult! I know you've dealt with some horrible people, or whatever they were, in the past. We're not them! We want to see our families as well! Would it kill you to at least learn to know us better, instead of constantly judging us?! You might not make any new friends with this attitude!"

Jimmy was paralyzed by Nick's words. Not because they sounded empowering, but the way he summed up Mitzi, it reminded him of someone: Himself. Jimmy's always making enemies. He's only eleven years old, yet he managed to mold himself the biggest rouge's gallery more than any existing hero ever had. Like Mitzi, he has also been suckered by his own villain's schemes occasionally. This has developed some trust issues with the boy genius. If a villain were to say they wanted to redeem themself, or he met with a person who looked slightly sinister, he feels that someone isn't worth trusting. However, Tee turned out to be redeemed, even though Jimmy protested at first. Maybe he should start acting like a real genius and look into his facts. After all, he learned to trust Nick after he opened up to him.

Mitzi tried to think of a good response to Nick's lecture, but she just couldn't find the right words. She didn't know what to say, yet she won't accept that she's been defeated. Despite how angry her expression looked, she spoke in a calm tone,

"I have to go to work."

Nick turned to Jimmy, thinking he'd know how to reply to that. The boy genius only shrugged. They might as well just let her go. After having approval from Nick, Jimmy stepped out of the way to let her through. After Mitzi reached the door and opened it, she shot Jimmy and Nick one last glare for the day. When she exited the shed, she slammed the door behind her. Jimmy was worried she might try to vandalize their time machine again, but then Nick let him know that he hid it somewhere she can't find it. The two boys took their lantern, and their leave. As they walked back to the barn, Jimmy still thought about what Nick had told Mitzi earlier. The taller boy began to notice his friend's concerned look.

"You alright there, Jim?" "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm okay. I was still thinking about... ...persuading the king." "Persuading the king?" "Yeah. We talked about it the other night, remember?" "Yes, I remember. I still think we're walking on thin ice here. We're talking man of the hour, the one who owns a whole world surrounded by these four walls." "Psychology, Nick. Psychology." "How do we get to him? Walking into a domain of a powerful authority figure sounds pretty difficult, if you look at it my way." "Sneaking into the king's jewel mine didn't seem like a problem to you." "I know, but we're facing the king up close, and who knows how many guards he owns?" "Will you stop worrying, okay? You have to trust me on this. It takes an IQ of 215 to butter up even the most stubborn-est fascists. Our new friends, minus Mitzi, have done so much for us, I think we oughta pay them back." "Yeah, you have a good point. I'm still a little doubtful, however." "If it makes you feel any safer, we'll take Diana along with us." "Bringing along a 6'3 lady with a well-built body that puts Jet Fusion's biceps to shame sorta makes me feel a little safer. But you know what will make me feel safest?" "Being armed?" "Staying right by your side."

Jimmy grinned at Nick. If this mission will cost them their lives, Nick would rather die next to his best friend than to die alone. It fills the boy genius's heart with warm passion. Wait, why do I even feel this type of passion? ...to a boy? The two headed into their barn. They were still a bit drowsy from waking up so early, around 4:00 am, waiting for Mitzi. They didn't know what time she left for work at. Nick put out the lantern while Jimmy got cozy in his hay bed. Nick did the same after he was done. They soon closed their eyes and drifted off. Their rest was then put to an end by the rooster's cry. Nick got pissed.

"I SWEAR TO GOD, I'm gonna pluck you, bread you, and dip you into piping hot oil!"

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After everyone finished their breakfast, which Nick prepared himself, Jimmy went over the "Persuade King Jason Proposal" with Diana.

"You wanna call a meeting? With King Jason?!" Asked Diana. "Yes, precisely." Replied Jimmy. "Absolutely not! You haven't yet met with this sir! Frankly, I haven't either, but you know what this man can do! No wait... You know what this man can pay his men to do! Any mere peasant who is't dares to file a complaint to the king, shall--" "...be hanged. Yes. We got the message. Like 1,000 times. We know. The dude's got a hanging fetish." Said Nick. "And it's not 'filing a complaint,' it's a work of mindset. Otherwise known as psychology. For example, monkeys are easily influenced by positive reinforcement. These primates are as disobedient as they come, but you can charm them with the giving of a banana. And since human and monkey DNA only differ by two percent, I could definitely pull the same principle on some dumb king." Said Jimmy. "Hmmm. Not bad. Sounds very intriguing! That could work!" "Of course it will! That's science-" "Oooooooohhh, I almost forgot. We have no bananas, and bananas won't be shipped to the village until next Tuesday. I wonder how he feels about pears." "It's not about the bananas. It's about the principle!" "Oh. That. Wellllll, I still protest! Something tells me that getting King Jason to talk seems very testing! The man is a stone cold tyrant!" "Is there any laws against inducing the king?" "No? At least not yet." "Has anybody ever talked to him? Other than his own royal subjects?" "I don't know. Nobody knows what happens behind those closed doors." "Then we might have a shot in this!" "I still object! It's far too dangerous up in that kingdom, and I won't let you! Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever succeeded in overthrowing the king, and is ever heard from again! As your guardian/landlord/best friend, I order you to stay put! You are not going to visit King Jason, and that's final! You hear me? You two are not- Ah, the heck with it already. You boys are just gonna continue being stubborn anyways. Not like I can just talk you out of this." "Sounds to me you need a lesson on psychology." Said Nick.

Diana then went to go fetch Nick his suit of armor, and his fake badge.

"Wait, what about me?" Asked Jimmy? "What about you?" Diana asked back. "Don't I get a disguise, too? Even if it's not a suit of armor, I'll take anything as long as I can blend in with the people. I may get a lot of stares out of this wardrobe." "Let me see what I have."

Diana looked around the hut to find something Jimmy could put on and it fits. If the boy genius walks out into the village wearing his modern civvies, he'll stand out like an alien to them. These are the type of clothes that almost got Jimmy and Nick burned at the stake. Diana eventually returned with a tiny wizard's uniform, in velvet rat, plus a hat.

"This was the only thing I could find in your size, Jimmy. It used to be Rodent Girl's Halloween costume from last year, but then shrank after Benson washed it." "How many of Rodent Girl's costumes do you keep?" Asked Nick.

Instead of complaining, Jimmy just accepted the costume, since it is his only option. Like Nick, he wore it over his clothes. It was very comfy, and it smelled like lavender. Nick envied him. Although the costume may look too small for him, he would like to make a trade.

"That costume also comes with a fake beard, if you like! Let me go grab it-" Said Diana. "Noooo, it's fine! And besides, we really should be leaving right now!" Replied Jimmy. "Ah, yes. Onward to destiny! We have a date with the king! And young man, may I ask you one more question before we head out?" "What is it?" "How do you make your hats fit?"

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So Jimmy and Nick made it to the village, riding on Butterscotch's back. Jimmy sat front, while Nick was behind. Diana led the way. "Why hello, Albert!" Diana greeted a gentleman working behind a poultry stand, who had a wooden prosthetic arm. The man ducked under the counter and placed a "closed" note on top.

So, this was the village, Jimmy thought. The town had a historical aesthetic to it. It felt like walking into a Vincent Van Gogh masterpiece. This was suppose to be a horrible economy run under capitalism, but it gave off a pleasing atmosphere. It was so relaxing without any cars present, or the scent of their engine fumes. The architecture didn't look very ancient at all. Suddenly, a white rabbit, the same one from before, hopped in the way of their trail. The fluffy rodent startled Butterscotch, which caused him to kick his backside up in the air. Jimmy held on tight to the back of the horse's neck, but Nick launched off, and landed in a wheelbarrow of paint.

"My fabulous dazzlingly set of shiny paint! I hope you can pay for this, son!" Said the man, who had been dragging the wheelbarrow.

Nick got silver paint all over his armor, coating him completely. He tried to wipe it off, but it appeared to have dried so quickly. Nick looked up at the angry man. He ran back to Butterscotch, climbing onto his back and making a break for it. Diana just stood there, looking at the angry paint salesman.

"I don't know these children, I swear." Said Diana. "Hey! Hey, you two! Jimmy! Nick! Slow down and wait for me!"

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22 minutes later, they entered the high class part of the village, which means they are getting closer to the kingdom. It was the same as the middle class, but much cleaner. There were so many dukes and duchess around. Everyone was neatly tailored and spotless. They were also all Caucasian and thin. Some men smoked pipes, while some women carried toy dogs. Whenever they'd catch a glance at Diana, Jimmy, and Nick, they would stuck their noses up in the air and then walk away. Suddenly, Nick started to feel superstitious.

"Jimmy, I think someone's following us." Said Nick. "The king's ruling classes?" Asked Jimmy, feeling a little worried. "No, just some little girl."

Jimmy looked back, but found no one there.

"You probably mislooked it as something else. I don't see any little girl." "But... You're probably right. After all, I did say 'I think' someone was following us. Not to sound corny, but it was probably just my imagination. We've been living in this hell hole for over a week, and now I may be loosing my mind." "Sometimes homesickness can have a huge impact on one's mental health. Don't worry, Nick. You'll be fine. Home is much closer than you think."

Little did Nick know, he wasn't seeing things. Someone was following them. But worry not. It isn't a foe.

Later, they finally found the castle. It wasn't easy to miss. Like every fairytale castle, it was surrounded by a moat, and the only way to get through is from the drawbridge, which is the opening to the castle. Nick was fascinated. Jimmy was more "meh." After all the supernatural stuff he's seen, a castle just doesn't bring him excitement. Abruptly, the four jumped behind some bushes as a couple of knights marched in an organized party, towards the castle. The drawbridge then slowly descended for them.

"Well, this is our stop. Diana, if we're not back within an hour, feel free to do.... ...what you do best." Said Jimmy. "Roger! And Godspeed to you boys!" Replied Diana, saluting the two. "Hurry, Nick. We have a bridge to catch!"

Jimmy and Nick sneaked into the party by blending in with the other knights. Jimmy hid underneath Nick's cape. As the bridge opened, everyone marched forward. The boys were able to make it inside without being suspected. None of the knights even questioned Nick's height difference. As the party continued to marched to their assigned duty, or wherever they're off to, Nick stopped in his tracks. Him and Jimmy were now alone in the main hallway.

"Okay Jimmy. We've made it."

The boy genius removed himself from under Nick's cape.

"Wow." Jimmy's voiced echoed throughout the empty room. "Okay, we've seen the king's castle. Let's go back now." Nick replied, who then tried to make an exit. "Nick! We can't! The door's already shut! And haven't you forgotten what we're here for?"

Jimmy offered Nick his hand. The tall boy became hesitant, and was blushing from the inside of his helmet. The boy genius wants to hold hands with him?

"C'mon. We've made it this far."

Nick then accepted the boy genius's offer, and let him take his hand into his. This gesture somewhat lessened Nick's fear. It reminded him how he had promised he'd do anything for Jimmy, no matter what the circumstances. His love for Jimmy helps boost his confidence. It's the same love that helped him pull through that quartz mission. Good thing the helmet came in use, because the boy genius doesn't notice Nick making a goofy, affectionate face behind it.

Hand-in-hand, the boys searched all around the castle together, opening any door that might lead them to the king, while dodging servants and royal guards. The first door they opened brought them to the kitchen, where the new cook was preparing a fowl that looked like it were still alive. The second door they opened was to a music room, although what the orchestra was practicing didn't sound like music to them. The third door was a showcase for art, full of more fantasy paintings and statues Jimmy and Nick wished they could've unseen.

"This place is huge, Nick. The king could be anywhere in this castle." "From what I've learned from all those stupid movies, kings usually sit on their butts all day in those big rooms with the stained glass windows. Do you know where that might be?" "I don't know. I've never been in a castle before. At least, not like this one. *Flashback to eight year-old Jimmy in a bouncy castle*"

Without being aware of their surroundings, they accidentally bumped into King Jason's chancellor, Richard.

"What the bloody hell are you two doing here?!" Asked Richard. "We- We're with the authority of the king!" Nick then pulled out his fake badge as proof. "If you were, I'd already know that by now! And you certainly wouldn't need to present your badge!"

The chancellor then seized the badge from Nick.

"THIS ISN'T EVEN A REAL BADGE!"

Richard took the paper badge and tore it up. Scared, Jimmy and Nick held onto each other in their arms.

"Now confess or see to the king! What are you really here for?!"

Nick responded with,

"We're banana salesmen."

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Richard dragged Jimmy and Nick into the main throne room. They got what they wanted. There was King Jason, in the flesh.

"Sire! I caught these two spies wandering around your domain, posing as your authorities!" Said Richard. "That's not true! We're only here to call an appointment with the king!" Replied Jimmy. "Nobody is allowed to see the king unless on his own term!"

The king was ready to blow his fuse. Not because of the spy matter, but because Richard brought it up in the middle of his reading time. Just then, when King Jason set his eyes on the new troublemakers, he was rather surprised, like he knew them from somewhere. He put on his monocle for a moment to get a better look at the boys. It can't be. I see it, and I don't believe it. Them? A long silence filled the room.

"Sire?" "Richard! Receiveth thy filthy mitts off of the lads!" "Huh?" "Did I stutter? NOW!"

Richard released the two young boys from his grip. He expected King Jason would be angry, but not at him. Now, the king can be very merciless, regardless of what age a person is, but what did he see in these "spies" that brought him into a change of heart? King Jason smiled widely. It was more of a forced smile then a modest one. Jimmy and Nick were left confused. They thought they'd have to suffer the consequences after what they've been caught doing. Instead, the king decided to just let them off the hook easily. But why?

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?"

#Jimmy Neutron #Boy Genius #Nick Dean #Cindy Vortex #Libby Folfax #Sheen Estevez #Carl Wheezer #Season 4 #fanfic #romance #adventure #TVverse #TVEE

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thatcookingfat · 7 years ago

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Don't worry Mum, I've got this!

Happy Purrsday everyone. You might have gathered, Dotty's not here at the moment. She's having trouble writing about the things that made her sad when she was little. So it's time for me to put my best paw forward and take over for a while. I suppose I'd better introduce myself. My name is Harley, I'm Dotty's fur baby. She's got two hooman babies as well. Apparently hooman mummy doesn't want to name them, cos she hasn’t asked them if she can, so I'll call them my big and little brother; although in cat years I'M the big brother. In case you're wondering what I look like, hooman mummy says I'm 'buddy gawjus' and she is ALWAYS right, except when I'm grounded or have to go the doctors!

(This is me as a growed up!)

I adopted my hooman family when I was a baby. I lived in a place, hooman mummy, called the Are Es Pea Sea Hay, with my mummy, brother and sister. There were lots of puss cats there, it was very noisy and all day hoomans would stick their head in our window and make funny noises like awwwwwwwww? When my hooman family met me, my hooman daddy and brothers fell in love with me straight away, hooman mummy just didn't have their sense of good taste! But the sensible ones won and I was off to my new home. I remember hooman mummy saying they hard to change my name, apparently Kitler wasn't a nice name!

My first day was horrible, I was put in a box with bars and put inside another big box that made funny noises and moved fast. I still don't like that big box, cos I only go in it to see the Doctor and usually end up getting stabbed in the neck or up the bum! I was so scared when the big box stopped and when I went into my new home, my mummy, brother and sister weren't there! I didn't want to get out the box and it was hooman mummy that stopped the others from trying to get me out. Instead, she left the door with bars open so I could come out on my own, much to hooman daddy's disgust.

Soon I smelled something familiar, food. So I quietly crawled out my box and started sniffing around. Before I knew it, I was scooped up and taken into another room. This became my second favourite room in the house! Hooman mummy showed me where the food was and more importantly where the toilet was, I was busting! She left me alone to go toilet and have something to eat. I had meat, water and something yummy called biskits! Hmmmm I loved the biskits. Once I was emptied and filled up again, I started to explore. I could smell something familiar. It smelled like my mummy, but it was a little different? The smell got stronger and then I saw him. Hooman mummy called him my new brudder, Smokie. I wanted to find where his milk bits were but he just hissed at me and hit me on the head! So I ran back into the other room, found my box and hid.

My first day with my hooman family.

The other hoomans kept trying to get me out the box, but hooman mummy kept telling them off, "Leave him alone, he'll come out in his own time!" The other hoomans didn't like this and I heard my big brother mutter something so hooman mummy couldn't hear him, I still don't know what a bitch is! Smokie came in and sniffed my box. Yay, it was milk time! I tried again to find his milk bits, but he hit me once more! I was confused, he was big like mummy, but his milk bits were very small and he didn't want to share them! He was mean! I went to sleep feeling scared and lonely.

My brudder from anoudder mudder, Smokie

When I woke up, it was dark. The hoomans had gone and I could hear Smokie making that funny noise mummy made when she was asleep, it was time to explore. I found these strange things hooman mummy calls the stairs? All I know is they were big and I had lots of them to climb. The first room I found smelled a bit like my toilet, but there was no grit, only a big white seat with a handle! The next door was closed, so was the one after that! The final room looked like it was closed, but there was a tiny gap that eventually, when I pushed hard, opened up. This room had soooooo many smells! There were some nice sweet smells, like the smells hoomans spray on themselves. There were also horrible smells. l soon learned these were what hooman mummy called dirty clothes; my big brother seemed to love his dirty clothes, they were everywhere! I kept exploring and climbed on this big thing that so soft. Big brother was on there, but he was asleep. This big thing was so soft and warm and it made me feel very sleepy. Suddenly big brother's hand shot out and he started tickling the top of my head. Mmmmmmm, it was so nice and i fell asleep.

When I woke up, hooman mummy was shouting at big brother. She was cross because I got into his room. Why was she cross with him? I’dve gone in the other rooms if I could, it was their fault for keeping the doors closed! I wasn't sure of hooman mummy, I thought she had been nice yesterday, but I didn't like the tone she was using today. She walked out the room saying, "God help you if he's in here tonight?" Who was this God, would he know where my real mummy was?

Luckily I didn't see much of hooman mummy after that. Every day she left to go to this place called werk. I knew when she was going here, cos she wore the same clothes everytime, just like my brothers did when they went to this place called skool. She must have liked the werk, she went EVERY day and sometimes left when it was dark and didn't come back until it was dark again. Often she was very tired and cross. Apparently hooman daddy was 'lazy', 'as much use as a chocolate fireguard' and 'if he had brains he would be dangerous'. I loved hooman daddy, he didn't do so much of the werk. He liked looking at the box with moving pictures and that meant I could sit on his lap and get tickles.

Little brother didn't give me as many cuddles as big brother. The day after I arrived, there had been an almighty row. Hooman mummy didn't like my name, so it needed to be changed. There was lots of different words used, but I kept hearing the same one over and over, Harley! I could tell my brothers weren't too keen, but hooman mummy was the boss. She said I ran everywhere at 90mph and had a purr like Harley Davidson, I never met him though! Little brother didn't like this, because it sounded too much like Charlie! Smokie told me, once we were friends, that Charlie had been his brother from another mother too. They had been at the Are Es Pea Sea Hay together and lived with hooman mummy and brothers. Hoomans daddy wasn't around then, he came along later. Charlie had gone out one day and never came back, this made the hoomans very sad, especially little brother. Hooman mummy said my name may have sounded like Charlie but there was no way they could ever replace him. He got his name apparently because he was so mischievous, a proper cheeky Charlie. This Charlie sounded like a nice cat and I would have to do the 'cheekies' to get little brother to like me.

The legend that was Charlie

I wasn't too bothered about hooman mummy, when she wasn't going out to do the werk, she was doing the housewerk! She couldn't get enough of the werk stuff. I never understood why she did the housewerk, it always made her cross! I would often hear her get mad when she did the werk at home. Apparently the other hoomans were lazy bastids, if hooman daddy wasn't prepared to werk as hard as hooman mummy to pay the bills he should get off his fat arse and do more in the house and my brothers were the ones who wanted me, so they should do more to look after me! Hooman mummy must have loved us though, cos she was the only one who made sure our bowl was full and our toilet was clean. But she often asked the other hoomans, was she the only one capable of shovelling shit? Smokie told me, hooman mummy was much nicer before hooman daddy came along. She didn't do this going out to werk stuff and had lots of time for cuddles. She did go to places called college and university, but that didn't make her so cross, and it was only for few hours and some days not at all! Instead of trying to do this housewerk all in one day she did a little bit everyday and she didn't get so cross.

She would get annoyed with Smokie sometimes though. She would often be up late at night, pressing the magic buttons, writing things called lesson plans and essays. He would worry that it was too late and jump on the magic buttons to tell her it was time for bed. This would make hooman mummy cross, because the thing she called the monitor would flash and put more of those funny shapes on it. Smokie thought they looked lovely, but hooman mummy didn't appreciate his help and would call him a 'cooking fat', or something like that! On the whole hooman mummy was much nicer without the werk. It wasn't 'til hooman mummy had the 'dizzies' and 'fall overz' that I discovered this side her.

So, back to little brother. He liked to have a nap on the sofa after skool, so I started joining him, laying on the side that wasn't on the cushions. This happened everyday! He had 'The Hormonez' because he was a tea nay jer? Like big brother, it made him angry, sleepy and told everyone they 'didn't understand him.' These hormonez sounded horrible! Apparently I never got them, because hooman mummy had my 'bitz chopped off’. I still wonder why my brothers didn't have theirs chopped off too, it would've made them a lot less smelly and moody!

Little brother must have been loving me laying on him. When hooman mummy wasn't around, he would tap his lap and make a funny whistling sound to call me up, to have our nap. When hooman mummy was around though, he pretended he didn't love me! At night time he started leaving his door open too! His room was smaller than big brother's and it didn't have the horrible smells or the dirty saucers. Hooman mummy said he was very tidy and big brother could learn a few things from him. By now, hooman mummy had given up the shouting cos the doors were left open at night time. Between the werk, housewerk and shouting that 'maybe I should put a broom up my arse and sweep up at the same time', I think she was too tired to care anymore. Me and little brother became best friends, big brother was too, but because I'd had to work so hard to get little brother to like me, it made our love even more special. Every night I would sleep next to him. Hooman mummy would tell him, "It's not good for your chest," and he would snap back, "God mum, I haven't had an asthma attack in years!" Hooman mummy may have done a lot of shouting when she was at home, but she certainly loved us all!

Smokie liked the doors being open too, he would sleep in big brother's room at night. Neither of us wanted to sleep in the other room. That's where our hooman mummy and daddy slept. Hooman mummy would sneak in, in the middle of the night, after doing the werk. It was a noisy too. Hooman daddy did the funny noise when he slept, but It was so loud. Sometimes we would hear an 'ooooof', when hooman mummy had accidentally hit him in the ribs with her elbow! Hooman mummy wasnt quiet either, she made this horrible sound and sniffed a lot, she sounded very sad. I still don't understand why she made herself so unhappy! The werk made her tired, the housewerk made her cross and she never had time to do anything fun. But apparently it was Bill's fault, he sounded bad, and the fact hooman daddy kept changing his car and couldn't keep a job to save his feckin life! She must have loved that word, she used it so much! Feckin idiot, feckin bastid, and feckin cat were her 3 favourite ones!

I think I've gone on enough for one day. I'll be back on Caturday. Tomorrow hooman mummy and Nanny are taking The Hooligans to the doctors, to have their 'bits chopped off' too! I think I might be kinder to them for a couple of days. We might not get on too well, but I remember how sore I was after mine were done; hooman mummy said I had a 'couple of acres' and my brothers kept holding their bits and looking at me with sorrow and pity! All I know is I walked like I'd shit myself and I felt a bit lighter!

See you Caturday, lots of purrs and kisses, 😻 Harley 😻

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