#syd the sloth

[alicorn-teeth]

Womb tattoo Hatsune Miku. Dirty sketchbook page with trans Syd the Sloth

[pixeltori]

"lestap -" *gunshots*

[sznmrk]

...hi 🙀

[speedyirl]

y’know what, screw it. New name again

wizards-in-space —>> arsenal-irl

[kookinglikeachef]

what type of pussy eater do you think ateez are? like i just know yunho and wooyoung got to be the biggest pussy eaters!!! definitely the types to suck on your clit until it’s puffy 😩

kookinglikeachef: Sorry this took forever. I am like a sloth when it comes to writing. My name might as well be Syd.

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The pros: NOT FOR BEGINNERS

Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Jongho

Precise and very focused on the task at hand. So don’t be in a hurry to cum cause they’re gonna take their time and drag it out for as long as possible. But when you do cum he’s already edging you for your next one. These men lick their fingers clean when they’re done with you.

They are STARVINGGGGG

Yunho, San

Unlike the pros, these two are messy. They eat it like they are enjoying a dish. You’re all over their face. Is your pussy from KFC? Cause that shit is finger lickin’ good. But they would clean you so nice it’s like they weren’t even there. And even when you’re done they still want more.

They just wanna fuck

Hongjoong, Yeosang, Mingi

Don’t get me wrong, they do belong up there with the pros and messy eaters but pussy eating does not do it for them. “Did you cum yet?” They’ll be fucking themselves against the mattress. It’ll be quick and half-assed just so they can get inside you sooner.

[cowboylexapro]

ranking lambs on how much they look like todd anderson

aussie white - good, but he looks a little naked. he looks like syd the sloth from ice age more than todd. 5/10

merino - adorable. to me, this is very todd anderson. 9/10.

valais blacknose - they have the same hair, and they look perfectly like todd. 10/10

najdi - what. 0/10.

awassi - i like his sad eyes and pathetic face. 10/10.

babydoll - hmm, could be better But he does look like todd. 6/10.

ouessant - he looks like satan, but cute! not very toddish, but still adorable. 3/10.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running From The Flames {Epilogue 2/2}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: none but it’s the end 😭

F1 Masterlist || Previous Chapter

Pierre had gone on the first airport run just after sunrise to pick up his parents before going back a few hours later to get mine.

“Thank you, my love,” I said as I stole a fleeting kiss from him while I tried to make breakfast for Clare and dodge a half-asleep Addie as she made a protein shake. “Did you not sleep well, sweetheart?”

She had her own hotel room but since Sydney was the one with the blender she had sauntered across the hall barefoot with the tub of powder and grumbled a good morning to us.

“She was on the phone to her boyfriend all night,” Sydney teased before catching the apple she tossed at him with the quick reflexes he got from his father. He was still laughing as he took a bite of it. “Yum, thanks, sis.”

I placed the bowl of cereal at the table for Clare and pushed her chair in before putting the kettle on for a round of tea for their grandparents. “So Elias? He’s a sweet kid.”

“Not a kid,” Addie corrected before the blender roared to life and I waited for it to turn silent again.

“Fair enough, he’s a nice young man - like his father. Have you two been hanging out for long?”

Addie rolled her eyes as she poured the shake into a bottle. “No one says ‘hang out’ anymore. We have been on a few dates and yeah, he’s nice, but it’s just a bit of fun.”

I winced at the word and looked around to see if Pierre had left the room yet and thankfully he had. “Don’t let your father hear that. Just make sure you’re being careful okay, sweetheart?”

“She means, make sure Elias wraps it before he taps it!” Sydney yelled from the living room.

An irritated growl rumbled from his sister as she slammed her bottle on the bench. “Shut up, Sloth!”

“Ma!”

“Addie, please don’t call him that,” I sighed as the recurring argument began, simultaneously with the headache that always joined it. “Syd, focus on getting ready. We need to leave soon.”

It was a miracle everyone made it to the race track on time on Sunday. It may have been simpler to herd bulls than it was to coordinate everyone that had travelled across the world to witness Sydney's first F4 race.

It was only after leaving the hotel that the nerves finally hit me. I had no more distractions of getting everyone organised and suddenly I was young again as I remembered the worry of watching Pierre race. But this was much worse.

Pierre found me in the corporate boxes above the pit lane. Few people were there yet, but it would be full by the afternoon when the F1 race began.

“Relax,” Pierre soothed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. His warm lips softly brushed my cheek and I felt some of the tension leave my body. “He’s smart like his mother, he’s not reckless like I was.”

“God, I hope Clare still wants to be a chef when she grows up. I don’t think I could handle going through this again.”

Pierre laughed softly and started to lead me back inside where the stairs to the garage were. “Be brave just a little longer.”

There were more people in the garage there to support Sydney than there were mechanics and I felt emotion swell in my chest when Sydney walked in with his race suit on and helmet in hand. Clare was clapping wildly from Uncle Charles’ shoulders and Addie broke out in a grin as she recorded the moment.

“Go fast, Flash,” Addie said seriously, and he didn’t even complain about the sloth reference as he nodded and returned her hug. “But drive safe.”

“Will do,” he promised before he turned to Pierre and I. My arms started to open and he dove into the hug as Pierre’s arms came around us both. “I can do this, right?” he whispered.

“Of course you can. You can do anything you put your mind to, honey,” I assured him as his father kissed his head and echoed the sentiment.

“We will be proud of you no matter what, mon fils. It doesn’t matter where you finish, just enjoy the moment.”

I watched how his sincere words eased our son's mind and Sydney stepped back with a nod, even managing a small nervous smile. My arm curled around Pierre’s waist as we watched Sydney climb into the cockpit and pull his helmet on. “Have fun,” I said after pulling my headset on. “We love you.”

I could almost see his cheeks turn pink from beneath his visor but he managed to mumble a reply. “Love you too.”

“Bri,” Pierre groaned, “mon ange, my ribs.”

“Shit, sorry, love,” I apologised as I eased my grip on him. “I’m okay, I’m okay. I can do this.”

“You just have to watch,” Pierre laughed.

“Just you wait,” I warned with a laugh of my own. “You say that like it’s easy, but you’ve never been on this side of the fence.”

Pierre fell silent as the single seater car left the garage and followed the other drivers around the track to stop at the starting grid. The formation lap speed already had my heart pumping hard but as that finished I knew it would be a whole lot faster in a few short seconds.

Five red lights set the mark.

Pierre’s hand slipped into mine.

Four red lights.

His fingers trembled before squeezing tight.

Three red lights.

I chanced a glance at my husband and saw his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. “I’m scared,” he whispered.

Two red lights.

I reached for the gold chain only to remember it was around Sydney’s neck. The gold pendant with the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe had brought me plenty of luck over the years and I prayed it did the same for Sydney too.

One red light.

Dropping my hand back to Pierre’s, I squeezed him back. “He’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

Lights out and away we go.

[magical-grrrl666]

I recently forced my partner to watch Marble Hornets with me… here are some highlights

I guess Marble Hornets spoilers, it’s been out for a decade now though so I’m not too worried…

Him: so how long is this?

Me: umm… it’s only like 9 hours…

Him, seeing Alex: He’s got the Justin Bieber hair

Me, anytime Alex attempted a murder: He tried to bonk him!

Me, seeing Masky in entry 52: why he look so derpy?

Him: why he act so gay?

Him, anytime the Operator was on screen: Ar naur, it CLEAUR!

Me: ya know I was 12 when I first watched this show?

Him: oh yeah?

Me: yeah I was in love with Tim

Him: -_-

Me, anytime someone was running on screen: run run run run run

Him: ya know, Jay kinda looks like Syd the Sloth

Me, during entry 66: He’s allowed to have a little mental breakdown… as a treat

Him, whenever Hoodie shows up: It’s Mister Man!

Me, after entry 83: ya know, this show has some really funny moments… not this episode though… this one was rough

Him, after finishing the show: Good show, I liked it, very nice.

Me: indeed. Now! To watch everymanHYBRID!

[fizzarollitm]

Hey its the fire hc post. This was written with @wcshedup's barbie and @madefate's blitz & hcs made from our server.

tw for hospitalization, medical trauma, mass disasters, and loss of life.

From the start, a fire was always the nightmare scenario. Cash always skimped where he could and the supplies of the Circus coming from Greed already had it at a disadvantage. A common form of old waterproofing was a combination of wax and gasoline and I think this is why the circus went up so quick. Of course waterproof tents in Hell were the cheapest option and was a tragedy waiting to happen.

Now for the Ring where it happens, I waffled between Greed & Pride but the red sky is definitely Pride's. Talked to Syd about it and we agree that part of the mass loss of life disaster was Pride's emergency personnel are not made for death. 90% of the population are Sinners who can only be killed through exterminations and they can't exactly stop those. Maybe scoop up the odd body until they pop back together but a Hellborn circus fire? Whole different situation.

More often than not they're responding to insurance claims, annoyed owners who got blown up during an overlord fight, a regular Tuesday. When they see Imps running out the whole tone changed. Suddenly they need everything in Pride and scratch that, get fucking Sloth up here too.

Barbie was the first one out because she was never in it running errands for Tilla. Cash ran out of the tent and was swarmed by emergency workers wanting names, info, head count for tickets and staff. Shit that was in his turned-to-ash office. Keeping an eye out for Tilla, Fizz, Barbie, and Blitzø while arguing about what he does and doesn't remember. Trying to sniff out fraud while smokes still in the air.

Blitzø eventually came out and it was actually Cash who goes back in for Fizz. While Fizz's memories of the day after Blitzø left are few and far between (hell the whole 6 months after to a year is) he is told by staff that Cash saved him. And that's why he stays for 5 years. They take a ride to Sloth and its later in the hospital they confirm what they already semi-know about Tilla. It all spirals from there with Cash blaming Blitzø as he has always been and would be the scapegoat. He is banned from the hospital while Barbie is left alone without a mom, a brother, and a Fizz who is MIA. Her own survivor's guilt and isolation already hard at work and Cash's words poisoning her love for her brother. Divide and conquer.

Fizz eventually woke up and it was a grueling recovery. Sloth won't make you pay for it but the system is purposefully frustrating and slow with doctors going back and forth on what was best for him. By the end of it, his life was changed forever, Blitzo tried to kill him, and he can't even hug Barbie when he learns that Tilla is dead. He just lives. And he keeps living. And he survives surgery after surgery because at some point it became a battle between his health and his future as a performer. Would he rather live or die with the chance to be a clown? We all know what he chooses.

[olipopluvr92]

Not a single one of the girls who was mean to me in school has a hot boyfriend. I hope your sparkle is dulled by that shrek syd the sloth looking ass bitch FOREVER!

[ciaomarie]

Neighbor Series: Ch. 4 Part 1

A Delicate Ecosystem

Carmy and Syd are moving along like a couple of precious baby sloths. However, people are beginning to talk. Will it destroy the vibes between them or with the restaurant crew? Here's part 1.

"Carmen…is that tellicherry pepper?"

Sydney closed her eyes savoring the egg muffin stuffed with prosciutto, aged parmesan, basil and delicately seasoned with sea salt and ground tellicherry pepper. She was in foodie paradise and had paused on the sidewalk to fully enjoy this treat.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Carm answered having his own special moment watching her enjoy his food. Ever since they started their planned, instead of "coincidental" walks to work he sometimes made a handheld breakfast.

He took a bite of one his muffins and yes, it was something.

They resumed walking and just before entering The Bear, Carmy offered Sydney the last one.

She greedily eyed the muffin, but shook her head.

"No, you've had like one and I had three!"

"Hey, Sydney, I'll take it!"

Fak came bouncing towards them, his hand outstretched.

"No, I made it for HER, Fak. Besides, I can smell peanut butter from here. You've eaten."

Sydney laughed and went inside stuffing the last muffin in her mouth.

"Carm, this isn't a nice side of you. This is totally Stranger Things season 1. Don't forget your old friends!"

"What?!"

"Sydney is Eleven, you're Mike (on the show, not your brother), and I'm Lucas, who've you tossed aside for girl!"

Carmen who only watched cooking shows and for whom this stupid conversation was far too early, rubbed his eyes.

"Fak, why are you here so early?"

"Natalie asked me to come in to fix the to-go window. The rubber casing is coming off."

"Well go do that."

"Okay, but you're totally Mike."

For lunch it was Tina's turn to prepare family service and it was incredible. She made her family recipe, monfongo with shrimp.

A golden silence fell on the crowded break room as everyone ate gratefully. Everyone except Carmy and Sydney. They had taken their monfongo to a booth in the front to discuss an offer to be featured on a popular food tour's fine dining route. It would be a financial loss upfront because they'd have to open an hour early on tour dates to accommodate the groups. Also, they would have to serve them small versions of signature dishes at a price that would at best break even. However, food tours were excellent marketing. Often culinary enthusiasts and tourists look up food tour guides to plan their dining experiences and skip the tour part altogether. Normally, Natalie would have joined them, but she was working remote 3 days a week to be at home with her baby.

In the break room Richie primly wiped his mouth, checked his sharply pressed dress pants for crumbs and washed his hands. Ever since he staged at Ever he'd become fastidious with his clothing, hygiene, and helped Natalie with HR concerns...in his own way. The crew jokingly called him Mr. Richard now. Then he went to look for Carmen. Uncle Cicero had messaged him with a request they cater his cousin's daughter's engagement party next month and complained that Carm hadn't replied to his texts all morning.

He found them unnecessarily close in a booth that could easily fit 4 people. Sydney sat facing forward explaining something on one of the many papers spread out before them. Carm was nearly in her lap, sitting at 90 degree angle towards her, his left arm on the table boxing her in, looking intently at her profile instead of the paper. He must of said something funny because Sydney looked up at him and began laughing. Then to top off this gorgeous scene he pointed to an invisible speck of food on her chin and gently brushed it off with his thumb.

For a whole minute Richie stood there wondering when they would see him. This situation was getting rapidly getting out of hand. He had long since clocked that Carmen had a crush on Sydney. It had somewhat faded during the Claire era, but it reemerged stronger than ever afterwards. As one of the few real adults in charge, he knew that he would have to reign things in. The one time Sydney quit Carmy had almost let The Beef burn down. If this puppy love imploded…Richie didn't even want to think about it.

He walked right up to the booth and they finally noticed him.

"Hey Rich, what's up" Carmy asked.

"Uncle Cicero has been texting you and asked if you could call him. Now preferably."

"Alright. Sydney, we'll finish this later?"

Sydney nodded and said she needed to check with Marcus about the featured dessert special tonight. Carmy took their plates and went to the back to call Uncle Cicero. As she started to get up Richie beckoned her to sit down. He was silent for a moment. A long moment. Sydney leaned back and folded her arms. The new Richie was far more competent and tolerable to work with, but their personalities still clashed on occasion. It was fun sometimes. She wondered what lecture he had prepared for her today.

"Got something on your mind Richie?"

Richie smiled benevolently.

"Sydney, you are invaluable to the team. You put in the time, you know almost as much as Carmen about culinary stuff and you've got passion. Too much sometimes, but nobody's perfect."

"Uh…I appreciate that I guess".

"However-"

'Here it comes" Sydney said grinning.

"We have a delicate ecosystem here and the key player in this ecosystem is Carmy. If anything or anyone is a big enough distraction the whole thing could be wiped out."

Sydney rolled her eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, you're a smart girl. It's obvious that Carmy has thing for you and it looks like it might be mutual. If you start screwing him and things fall apart, how do think he's going handle it? It we stay on track we might be able to pay off Cicero early. If NOT, then we could all be screwed and not in the good way. Would you keep the shop closed at least until then?"

Sydney folded her hands on the table and considered how to respond. She could curse him out for being a misogynistic, tactless moron or she could ignore him. She decided on the latter. There was no reason to taint an otherwise great day.

"Well, Richie I've thought seriously about what you said and if you ever come to me with this again you might get a matching scar on your other butt cheek."

With her most serene smile she stood up gathering her papers and glided through the kitchen doors.

Richie shook his head. Well, he tried to warn her.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Helah Weiss / Hel Lucifarian

"Ya puttin' me to sleep over here, bud."

Name

Full Legal Name: Helah Tamar Weiss

First Name: Helah

Meaning: Means 'Rust' in Hebrew.

Pronunciation: HEE-la

Origin: Biblical

Middle Name: Tamar

Meaning: Means 'Date palm' in Hebrew.

Pronunciation: TAHM-ahr

Origin: Hebrew, Georgian, Biblical, Biblical Hebrew

Surname: Weiss

Meaning: From Middle High German 'Wiz' or Yiddish 'Vais' meaning 'White'.

Pronunciation: VIES

Origin: German, Yiddish

Ring Name: Hel Lucifarian, Sloth

Commentary Nickname: The Sloth, The Human Sleeping Pill, Sleeping Beauty

Nicknames: Hel, Tammie

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 24

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White (1/2 Greek, 1/2 German)

Birth Date: December 20th 1956

Sexuality: Bisexual

Religion: Jewish

Native Language: English

Known Language: English, Greek, German, Hebrew, French, Spanish, Italian, American Sign Language, Polish

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Entrance Music: 'Cat's in the cradle' - Harry Chapin (1974-)

Voice Claim: Angie Harmon

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey, USA

Current Location: Unknown

Hometown: Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey, USA

Appearance

Height: 5'4" / 162 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Gray

Hair Colour: Dark Auburn

Hair Dye: Bangs Dyed Light Blue

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 6

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian, Gorilla Monsoon

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Freddie Blassie, Hulk Hogan, Bob Orton, Mr Fuji, Paul Orndorff

Closest Confidant: Thalia Weiss

Mentor: Levi Weiss

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Levi Weiss (56, Father), Thalia Weiss (55, Mother, Née Stavros)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Moses Weiss (33, Brother), Sarah Schwarz (30, Sister, Née Weiss), Nathan Weiss (27, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Rachel Weiss (32, Moses' Wife, Née Roth), Reuben Schwarz (29, Sarah's Husband), Naomi Weiss (26, Nathan's Wife, Née Prinz)

Nieces & Nephews: Samuel Weiss (12, Nephew), Miriam Weiss (9, Niece), Adam Weiss (6, Nephew), Leah Weiss (3, Niece), Daniel Schwarz (9, Nephew), Judith Schwarz (6, Niece), Eden Schwarz (3, Nephew), Hannah Weiss (6, Niece), Gideon Weiss (3, Nephew)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hellview

Trainer: Skull Lucifarian

Managers: Skull Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1974 (WWF Debut: 1976)

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Submission Artist

Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1974-)

Teams:

Eternal Rest (Skull & Hel)

Lavender’s Blue (Ven & Hel)

The Dream Team (Bel & Hel)

Blue & Gold (Pat & Hel)

Total Knockouts (Cas & Hel)

The Purely Insane (Hel & Eve)

The Phoenix & The Phantom (Hel & Syd)

Regular Moves: Roundhouse Kick, Diving Crossbody, Diving Elbow Drop, Suicide Dive, Step-Up Enzuigiri, Springboard Clothesline, Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, Sitout Suplex Slam, Slingshot Somersault Senton, Naptime (Arm Trap Swinging Neckbreaker)

Finishers: Dirt Nap (Arm Trap Triangle Choke), Lullaby (Fireman's Carry Dropped Into A Knee Lift)

Refers To Fans As: The Slothful, The Slothful Ones, The Apathetic, The Apathetic Ones

Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel

[madame-mongoose]

Syd caused us to go down this rabbit hole. Congratulations Sid, the sloth, you got the last laugh in the end.

i hope hes able to get pregnant for real

[mercurygray]

14-raindrop for Isobel Corbett

Newcomers to the blog may not recognize Isabel - she's an OC for All Creatures Great And Small, and she is the daughter of the Darrowby GP.

It was what people called a nice soft rain.

Soft it might have been, but rain was rain, and today it meant that there was precious little foot traffic in the surgery - no one out courting a cold who didn't already need to be. Isabel had already restocked the dispensers for tongue depressors and rolled cotton swabs, checked and double-checked that there were linens in each of the surgery's two exam rooms, and finished all her charting. And it was only two pm. There was a copy of The Lancet to hand, but she'd already read it twice - even the advertisements. A smarter woman would have brought a book, she thought crossly to herself.

But how would that have looked, in case someone did bumble in complaining of something, and found her reading? Of course it would be one of the town matriarchs, and she'd catch a glare for being slothful and a black shame on the medical profession, and they'd tell everyone for months afterwards that the Corbett girl was a doctor, yes, a woman's touch was said to be - but at what cost? She's still so young - and they do call medicine a practice, don't they? They would much rather see the elder Corbett - more soothing, you know. (But if it was her Dad tucked up behind his desk with the newest Cristie, oh, ever so sorry for disturbing you, Doctor Corbett, just a tickle in my throat.)

She had been vaguely considering offering to make Mrs. Braithwaite, thier secretary, a cup of tea, but the pattern of the raindrops had caught her eye, and she couldn't help standing for a minute to watch them chase each other down the window pane, merging and pooling along the ledges.

And there was something beyond the raindrops, too - a queue at the bus shelter, across the square, a line of lads in flat caps and overcoats, collars pulled against the rain and huddling under umbrellas while they waited for the 2:45 to York. Every single one of them had a hold-all of some kind, or a backpack. Off to join up, Isabel realized bleakly. One of her old classmates had written her just the other week that he was joining the Medical Corps - North Africa, apparently, or Malta, if he could manage it. Think of all the sun, Izz, Sydney had written. I'll be as tan as a movie star when we're done.

She'd written him back with all the usual pleasant things, leaving her real thoughts safely stashed in her desk. I don't think it'll just be sitting out in your beach chair, Syds, or working on your golf game.

It'll be like - little drops running down the pane, getting bigger and bigger until they break.

They keep telling everyone to do their bit but they wouldn't take me, now, would they? No one will - not even little old ladies who need prescriptions written.

"Penny for them?" Mrs. Braithwaite asked, bustling by with a file for the cabinet in the corner where the medical records were kept.

"Just thinking that it was going to be a little quieter in Darrowby this spring," Isabel said, turning quickly away from the window before Mrs. B could see what she was looking at. "Can I help start a pot of tea, Mrs. B? I think there are chocolate bourbons in the tin."

"Bless you, Miss Corbett, I should see to that," Mrs. Braithewaite said pleasantly, locking the cabinet again; "There's no sense taking you away from your work. You stay put and I'll bring you in a cup."

Maybe this is just what I am, then, Isabel thought sadly, trying not to turn back to the window. A woman who watches raindrops - and can't even be relied upon to make her own tea.

[katelynnwrites]

And color me excited for the Syd fic. I don’t know why but everytime I see the name Syd I think of Sid the sloth and then I’m like well everyone claims Syd drives so slow so idk maybe they should nickname her Sid the sloth when driving. Sorry had an adhd moment.

I hope you enjoy traveling! I’m going to a Christmas parade tomorrow and then maybe to see some Christmas lights events next week so I’m excited and it’s putting me in a good mood that I want to share. And who knows maybe the traveling will give you some extra writing inspo.

syd the sloth i like that 😂

christmas parade and lights sound way more exciting than my little trip.

it’s with extended family so i doubt i’ll be getting any inspo.

i’m glad you’re in a good mood though so have fun!

[kolcheksluver]

GOLDRAYS — CHAPTER ONE.

characters mentioned: David Haller, Sydney Barrett, Lenny Busker, named oc.

overview: “Lighten up, kid! We made it in one piece didn’t we?” She said as she walked as if she were an animated character; overdramatic movements, arms swinging. The man followed behind.

“Barely.”

Syd couldn’t help but feel like she had met him before. There was a sense of familiarity in his voice and presence the closer he got. Before he went inside the two exchanged a quick look and it was like she felt an urge to follow him. To talk to him. To know him.

warnings: Legion spoilers

word count: 1,385

Writing under the cut, I hope you enjoy some next life Sydavid things!! Divider from @cafekitsune and if you would like to be tagged in my writing please lmk!!

i. Sydney

The dream always started out the same. It’s been a pretty consistent dream, but it started out vague before progressively clearing as the months went on. Sydney was like a third party watching her talk to someone. She couldn’t really see much of who she was talking to. The light effectively covers his face. Sydney was in a room, a white room — no. No, it was a nursery. She had come to realize that. A nursery with a white crib, a rocking chair and two mahogany cabinets on either side of it with two lights right above them. On the left was a red teddy bear, a gold rocket ship, and a pink globe. And on the right there were a few stuffed animals. She could only make out a brown teddy bear, a sloth, and the top of a horse’s head.

Above the crib were drapes. Different shades of blue. The center of it was a light blue, dark blue, and white flowers all about and the drapes were thickly outlined with the same dark blue. She wasn’t wearing her gloves — why wasn’t she wearing her gloves? — and she was peering down into the crib at a baby who was quietly cooing. That was when someone would come up next to her keeping a safe distance like they knew she didn’t like to be touched, that she couldn’t be touched. After a moment’s pause, she would speak. “Hey.”

“Hey.” The voice would answer hardly above a whisper as if they weren’t expecting her to speak. A man’s voice. A deep one, somewhat. Silence would hang heavily in the air before he speaks again. “Are you not surprised to see me?”

“She told me. Switch. I get to do it all over again, this life.” Sydney never understood this dream. The context of it. Who was Switch and why would anyone name their kid that? You can’t undo life. You only get one.

“Yeah,” the man stayed silent for a moment before he spoke again in the same soft tone, “and I bet you’re gonna turn out extraordinary … without me around.” She wasn’t sure if dream Syd caught onto the pang of pain in that last line, but she did.

“Yeah. I am.” Well, that’s rude to agree with him.

“I’m sorry.”

“I like your mom.” That’s when Syd would look over to him, and he’d give her a halfhearted chuckle.

“Yeah,” both of them would look back down at the baby. “Looking forward to getting to know her.”

“So now what?” Sydney would ask, sighing heavily. “We just, sort of … ”

“Fade away,” he answers her. “Into the ether.” The mood was a bit tense between the two, and Syd didn’t understand why. “I have to say, I didn’t think you’d help me.”

Sydney looked over at him again, “I didn’t. I helped him.” She said and looked down at the baby. Sydney didn’t understand it but she supposed she could bet behind helping a baby? “David.” The name rang in her head constantly as if it were alarm bells.

“Yeah?”

Syd and the man — David — looked at each other and then she answered the strangest thing, “Be a good boy.” Syd’s gaze would avert his own but he would remain on her until they didn’t. And then she woke up. Sydney reached over her night stand and marked off another tally on a notepad with a blue pen she had. That was twenty. Twenty times Sydney had that dream since she started going to college.

It wasn’t exactly a bad dream. If anything it had brought some sense of her tranquility when she woke up, even when she could hardly hear the exchanged conversation. Though at the same time, it left her with a multitude of questions; who was David? What was their relationship? Why was he sorry? Shaking off the questions that consistently ran in her head she stood up to get ready for the day. Sydney attended a nice art school and she was in her dorm. She had won the roommate lottery and landed a solo room with nobody to share the space with, which she was happy about. No risk for accidents.

She had hardly been attending for a month and she had accumulated a nice friend group varying in different grades. It was who she hung out with when she wasn’t in her dorm or in class. The dorm was small but comfortable, but a bit cluttered. God, I need to clean. Once showered and ready she chose a lengthy pair of black gloves to wear for the day as she left.

“Are you coming?” A voice had spoken from behind her. A good friend of hers, Leia. She was a junior.

“Coming where?”

“Party tonight at someone’s house.”

“Oh, someone’s? That’s specific. No thanks.”

“Syd,” Leia dragged her name out and jogged in front of her while managing to walk backwards. “You never come out with us!”

“I don’t like it.”

“You cannot go through your college experience without going to a party, Sydney Barrett.”

“Actually,” Syd stepped aside so she wouldn’t walk into a pole like Leia was about to. “I can. And I plan to!”

“We need a — fuck — DD!”

“I’m the DD anyway, seeing as I’m always picking you all up.”

“Just this once?”

“You’re never giving this up, are you?”

“Not at all.” Leia beamed at her and she sighed in defeat.

“An hour, and we’re done.”

“Two.”

“Don’t make me cut it to thirty minutes.”

“Fine.”

Would Sydney really think it over? Probably not, but she didn’t need to know that. But when all of her friends had nearly begged her to, she relented. She would just need to be more careful .

“Who’s party is this anyways?” Sydney called from the bathroom later that night as she did her make up. The answer wasn’t the least bit helpful; a lot of no idea’s or i don’t know’s. This felt like the perfect set up for a horror movie. College kids going to a party and they don’t even know who’s hosting it? “Great answers, guys.”

When they arrived she laid out ground rules; nobody but Syd even so much as thinks of driving home, she wouldn’t be drinking, everyone needs to have two cups of actual water before they leave. And with that they went inside. However Sydney and another friend of hers stayed outside to smoke.

“Thanks for coming out, Syd.”

“Don’t get too comfortable with asking, cause it’s not happening again.” Parties made Syd anxious. In high school she’d often go to raves, and switch bodies with someone. Too many people. Too many accidents waiting to happen.

“We’ll see.”

“No we wo —” her words were interrupted by a loud shriek down the street. It was a man’s. And it was followed by hyena - esque laughter.

“Lenny, slow down!”

“Time waits for nobody, kid!”

The two watched the shadows on the street grow larger as the owners of the voices came rolling down the street in a … shopping cart?

“Lenny, we'll crash!”

“Oh, we’ll be fine!”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Do not throw up in this shopping cart!”

“Then pull over!”

The duo pulled up by a tree and the man nearly tipped the shopping cart to stumble out. He was a lanky looking thing with disheveled blonde hair, a leather jacket and a black and white striped shirt with some plain jeans. The woman with him was noticeably shorter with equally messy hair and some tats on her fingers that somewhat resembled henna.

“That was a terrible idea.”

“Lighten up, kid! We made it in one piece didn’t we?” She said as she walked as if she were an animated character; overdramatic movements, arms swinging. The man followed behind.

“Barely.”

Syd couldn’t help but feel like she had met him before. There was a sense of familiarity in his voice and presence the closer he got. Before he went inside the two exchanged a quick look and it was like she felt an urge to follow him. To talk to him. To know him. But he left and her friend whispered, “You’re staring.”

“Shut up.” Syd shook her head and leaned against the wall. That was likely the weirdest exchange she’s ever had. And no words were said.