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[puppetoffthehook]

Verse 11: Family Reunion

Billy’s mom is Joyce’s sister and she disappears. Joyce finds out that Neil is abusing her nephew not long after because of a moment overheard on the phone when she checked on Billy. She winds up going to court and manages to get custody of the boy.

He’s sad to leave California but at eleven years old he’s not as upset as he would’ve been if he were older. No more being forced to play baseball, no more hatred thrown his way just for existing. Just the love of his Aunt Joyce and his cousins, Jonathan and Will. Unfortunately his Uncle Lonnie was still an issue at times and he often had the same awful words to call Billy and Will that his own dad used. When the man stopped coming around, things got better.

Billy gets to be around loving family a lot sooner so he can avoid as much of that anger as possible.

Neil perhaps still meets Susan and moves to Hawkins with her and Max under the guise of being close to family

Verse 11B: Family Reunion (Remix)

Neil is related to Joyce whether that's as a brother or cousin and that's why he decides to move to Hawkins. It's a familiar place and he thinks he can get away with his abuse in this small town he used to call home. He tells his family that he's from the town but never mentions that he has relatives there. He never informs Joyce he's returning, perhaps due to a falling out.

Billy has no idea he has family in town and goes about his angry life in the town he can't get comfortable in because small towns are often backward and would tear someone like him apart.

Perhaps he has a bad run in with Jonathan and the brothers complain about the new guy who acted like he was going to run The Party over. Joyce gets to hear the name and recognize Billy as being Neil's son.

Maybe having some family that cares will help calm that angry boy down.

[zephyrwindspirit]

“How does it feel to spirit evolve?” by ZephyrWindSpirit A series of Digimon Frontier oneshots; Verse 11: Darkness

Darkness. Darkness cannot exist without light. a cycle of rest that is easily corrupted If there is a shadow, there is darkness

Having the inside of his mind and heart purged hurts. Literally everything burned to his bones. the corrupted data of the warrior of darkness peels away like an onion and he knew no more pain

Kouichi stirs from his restless sleep, drawn to the surface from his inner thoughts. When he opens his eyes, there’s a blurred figure, who looks so bright, its impossible to see who or what it was. but he doesn’t need to see it. He can sense it. Trembling hands find each other, and no more memories are exchanged by touch. A touch he doesn’t recall, but knows so strongly that it brings a tear down his out of focus eye. Twins are never fully apart. He doesn’t need to think anymore, and fades back into sleep.

The purified warrior of darkness is shy. Afraid. he knows full well what he’s done to these other kids, who hang back beyond any dark’s reach. Even his brother, who he fought, doesn’t want to get near. Less of fear, more of unsure. Kouichi isn’t stupid; he wouldn’t want to get near himself either. He takes up half a trailmon bench on his own, leaning into the armrest, eyes watching the landscape outside as they rode to the Rose Morning Star. The next car over, he can hear muted discussion. Some of the other children are louder then others. He doesn’t need to think right now… and sleeps some more.

The last bench at the train stop’s little food stall is taken up by the purified warrior of darkness, staring blankly at nothing. Slowly, one by one, the children try to approach him. Kouichi doesn’t rebuke their attempts to be friendly, but doesn’t return them either. He doesn’t deserve their friendliness. Finally, his twin, his light, comes. “Are you okay” “…fine.” “you slept a lot on the way here. We..I…worried.” Had he? His memory is jumbled beyond Duskmon’s influences. “I don’t remember getting any sleep while here in the digital world.” if the corrupted warrior of darkness had rested, he had no memory of it. An ugly tendril of guilt bites into him when he sees his twin wince on twisting, the barest sight of an off white bandage wrapped around his midsection. Where he’d been cut saving the loud one with goggles. “Does it hurt?” “Only if I twist. Otherwise no.” those dark eyes watch him like a hawk. Judging him? He’d deserve it. “How did it feel, being duskmon.”

“painful. Cherubimon kept pouring dark thoughts into my mind, churning the rage inside my heart constantly. Anger at you, our father, envy at your new family, worry for mother, anger at my own situation… I was always angry. In pain. Fighting numbed the pain, until I encountered you. The pain got worse after that, and the anger increased at the pain. I fought to stop the pain… and it never stopped.” Likely he could poke the tip of his finger with a fork and not feel much… his pain senses are so overextended, like an old overused rubber band.

“I see.” he leaves Kouichi to his inner thoughts again.

Cherubimon attacks them while on the train, attempting to coerce his ‘greatest creation’ back onto his own side. Ripping off fresh bandaids of the soul to expose his pain. Summoning a shadow of duskmon off of him to attack the others.

Darkness is corruption But there is good darkness too. He’s not corrupted anymore, and the shadow doesn’t seem so dark now. He wont’ be corrupted again.

Orphanimon’s blessing releases the corrupt spirits of darkness from light’s d-tector, purging the spirits of corruption.

SPIRIT EVOLUTION!

Actual darkness feels cool to the touch, like petting a snake. He feels slightly chilled but comfortable. The blackness is like a coat. It coats him in near entirety, like armor. growing taller in the veil a mane grows around the back of his head the veil thickens considerably around his chest area, on his arms.

Lowemon is a literal black metal lion-man. A long staff in his hand, a shield on his arm.

The true legendary warrior of darkness, free of any corruptions.

The children fight Cherubimon and Lowemon attacks Duskmon’s shadow.

Lowemon slide evolves into his beast form, a literal black metal lion Kaiser Leomon.

Kouichi finally bests his own inner darkness, and the shadow of Cherubimon awaits them at the Rose Morning Star.

“Are you doing okay?” his twin asks back on the train. “I will be.” “Your spirit is different now. How did it feel?” another kid asks.

“It felt like… walking out of a dense fog. It still clings a bit to you, but everything is clear. My purpose… is to help you. I’ll fight Cherubimon alongside you.” he wants his life back. No amount of fighting had dissipated the memory muddle before Cherubimon’s influences.

~Darkness

[the--argent]

Coffee Breaks || Verse 11

Allison struggled against the mountain of paperwork in her hands. Her hair was in slight disarray and she was certain that this was meant to be a new intern haze of sorts. There’s no way that anyone could possibly need this much paperwork. Blowing a stray hair from her face, Allison set the huge pile of files down on her desk and sorted them into piles by the agents they were going to.  When she agreed to take an internship with the FBI, this was certainly not what she had in mind at all. She expected interesting cases, danger and excitement. What she got instead was paper cuts, back ache and mud for coffee. It was a real thrill and she really couldn’t wait for the internship to be over so she could pursue an actual career in criminal justice.

 Grabbing the piles of files, Allison went around the bullpen and gave them to each corresponding agent. It was on her last pile that she didn’t recognize the name. Neal Caffrey. Frowning, Allison went to the closest agent and asked if they point out the agent. The agent,  she believed he was called Jones, pointed out a man that was by the coffee machine. Allison thanked him and glanced over and she swore that her stomach was attacked by butterflies. Dear lord….she felt like a high school teen with crush. This was a man she had never met before at work but he was handsome.  Snapping herself out of her stupor, she chastised herself for her behavior before straightening herself up and walking up to the man.

 It was a bad idea because he was better looking up close. She felt a blush seep into her cheeks as she cleared her throat to gain his attention. “Agent Caffrey?” She asked, waiting for him to turn around before smiling at him. “Agent Burke told me to give these files to you, I wasn’t sure where your desk was located.” Allison told him, tucking a hair behind her ear.  She debated on just walking away from him after giving him the files but something in her propelled her speak again before she could shut her mouth. “I’m going on a coffee break…..would like to come with me? I know how much the coffee here sucks.”

[theprincessofsummer]

❈-SOMEONE WANTS TO BUILD A SNOWMAN!-

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      Her eyes were wide as she inhaled deeply, her brain trying to process the  walker lying in front of her that moments ago nearly had it's teeth in her arm. She looked to the boy who saved her just in time.

      "...Thanks...."

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"Well, at least I kept the lavish lifestyle even if the only clients in this town that I would ever take are either... Too disgustingly good or not pleasing upon sight. Unless, of course, there are possible clients I am not aware of..."

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Dangerous Liaisons | Lamia & Regina

Lamia had spent enough time alone in Stormhold, holed up in her magnificent palace hidden from the world. Hidden from those that thought her a myth and long dead. Hidden from those who might attempt vengeance on the Queen-Witch. Hidden from past lovers who had irrevocably fallen under her spell and sought out to find her.

In short, she had hidden from everyone she ever met to seek peace of mind and dwell on the riches she had gained during her last tour across far off lands as courtesan. She had everything she desired. Except for a lover. She didn't miss one them, per se, just the fact of actually having one. It had been several years since she last had one, so it was about time she went on the hunt for a new one. And, considering she had recently hunt down a fallen star she had plenty of a golden burning heart to consume if needed - she had a full heart and half of another from the previous star that fell, which was the one she was going to dig into after she finished preparations for her trip.

Six trunks full of clothes, personal items, jewelery, make up, obsidian blades, and mirrors later, Lamia had only left to choose a destination. Taking a map of Faerie that included all kingdoms - the map had been made so that it automatically updated itself whenever a new one was added - and took one of her great knives. Closing her eyes, with a snap of her fingers she made the map turn and turn, and blindly she stabbed it with her knive; the map stopped its motions, and when she opened her eyes she read the name of the kingdom to which she was going to travel to - the Enchanted Forest.

"Many a year passed since I last visited that land. I shall hope the ogre wars are long gone." She muttered to herself, as it had been almost four centuries since she last visited that vast kingdom, even if within itself there were countless others. 

With no other thought in mind, Lamia packed the map and the knife in the trunk that carried her obsidian blades, and proceeded to consume half of the old heart she kept. It had been years since she last ate that much of a star's heart and the results were extraordinary, as much as it would slow her aging process for longer. Even if she still had a full heart and a quarter left, she was going to be careful with what power she used. 

Packing carefully and under a handful of spells the hearts in a special box that would only unlock under her magic and touch, she placed everything on the carriage. Her steps carried her next to the four horses that were linked to the black carriage and whispered on their ears their destination; with that alone, she was able to let them know and see the route to follow in their minds, without her bothering to direct them one way or the other. Her power was ancient enough that by mere words she could do that much, after all that was also how she turned animals into humans or soulless objects into living beings.

There were only two things left to do; first she changed from the almost rags she had been wearing to a form fitting midnight blue dress. Layers of tulle and satin made the skirts of her dress, and the back of the bodice. The front was made of an intrincate pattern with threads of silver bringing to life the dress. Except for her breasts as they were covered with several layers of lace matching the colour of the satin fabric - and bringing them to attention due to the corset in which the bodice had been built on - and half the sleeves were also made of the same lace.

Next came hiding her palace. The enchanment was just to keep away both intruders and keep it hidden; not that anyone was aware of the location of the Lilim, but it never hurt to keep one's home and lair guarded. Pleased with her work, after casting a spell only she'd be able to lift, Lamia stepped into the carriage and with a moving her right hand as if she were using a wip, the horses began to move.

During her travel she had enough time to make a list of possible candidates with whom she could get entangled with; even if she didn't know which kingdom she was to visit first court was always the same no matter which land you travelled to, even with mortals the structure was identical. And that, without the shadow of a doubt, was something she was able to use to her advantage.

It took days to reach the land, not that she actually cared. With her biology as a star she didn't need to feed nor drink, though she did requiere rest so she only ever stopped when the horses needed a break. It simply allowed her to get faster to her destination as a part of her was anxious as to what was expecting her, who could she ever meet now and deep down wonder if she was to leave kingdoms in ashes on her wake as she had done in the past. Ah, the joys of being a courtesan and not giving a damn as to whom her affections went to; after all, the highest bidder got her services and if they were foolish enough to believe the lies she whispered in their ears that was not her fault, was it?

The Greeks did have a point when in their mythology they decided to depict her as half human and half snake, because she was as dangerous and sneaky as those reptiles and her words just as poisonous as their venom. 

In short, it only made it far more exciting to know what poor unfortunate soul she was going to crush and leave in shambles - and without a good portion of their fortune - by the time she left them behind and moved onto another kingdom and another lover.

The day she was finally within the borders of the Enchanted Forest, she instructed her horses to take her to official residence of the monarch of the kingdom she found herself in. She had to concede the forests surrounding the land had grown far thicker and beautiful, and if her sight wasn't decieving her in the middle of a forest and mountains a magnificent palace had been built. The last rays of light were cascading against the metalic structure, it almost taking away the almost menacing appearance it gave away. Certainly, it was something she had never seen before and it appealed to her; maybe she should set her sights in the monarch? It wouldn't be the first time she takes one as lover, nor would it be the last.

After an hour, the carriage came to a halt at the grounds of before the guards and she quickly charmed her way pass them until she finally reached the palace. In there she met other guards who, for some reason she had not expected, they actually aided her to step down from her carriage even if she had the suspicion they were there for her but for someone else.

"Such manners for poor little old me?" She spoke, with a hint of false modesty, "now where are my manners, I would like to apologise to your monarch for my abrupt and unexpected visit, if it would be possible." She heard a murmur between the guards, and her suspicions were confirmed - they were indeed guarding their ruler if the fear of their eyes was anything to go by.