#Tales of: Jeri

[moonslittlestar]

Even my self-insert needs naps during the day 😴

[aparticularbandit]

WAIT.

KYON IS SAKAKI?

THAT ASS.

[jerirose]

So... I painted myself as a Tiefling. © Jeri Rose | Ko-Fi | Commissions - OPEN

[Imagine Description] Digital realism portrait of Jeri as a Tiefling, from the chest up. Painted against a gradient blue background. Their hand held up to their face, and have long nails, their knuckles are blushed with light red. They have red wavy hair to their shoulders, and a pointed ear pokes out from the waves. They have light beige horns that curve around the back of their head and fade into pink. Jeri's eyes are grey-blue, the left one is pearl like, several scars run through their brow and down their cheek. They also have a smaller scar on their right jaw line. Jeri's cheeks are flushed with rose red and have star freckles across them. They are wearing gold jewellery, which includes a gold ear cuff, septum ring, spiked snake bites and a gold chain. Jeri is painted wearing a purple open robe. A Tiefling tale makes an appearance behind them, just slightly in view. Blood lightly speckles their chest and face, and drips from their lip.

[alex99achapterthree]

Star Trek History...

If you've heard tales of how things were on the set during production of season 4 of Star Trek: Voyager, you'll realize that this picture shows two consummate actors at the top of their game.

Pretending they like each other.

Kate Mulgrew resented the decision of the producers to bring in the "Seven Of Nine" character to ramp up the 'babe factor" to boost ratings, and she took out her displeasure on Jeri Ryan. She came around somewhat in later years, but in Ryan's early days in the cast Mulgrew went out of her way to make things difficult for her.

A lot of the butting heads we saw between Janeway and Seven had roots in actual fact. They just didn't get along.

[isagrimorie]

Picard wins at Astra Awards

On Monday night the Hollywood Creative Alliance held their third annual Astra TV Awards (formerly called the HCA Awards) in Los Angeles. Star Trek entered the evening with seven nominations for Star Trek: Picard and one for Lower Decks. In the end, Picard took home two awards.

Jeri Ryan won for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama Streaming Series for her role as Seven of Nine in Picard. Ryan actually tied with Elizabeth Debicki from The Crown. The pair beat out Ann Dowd (The Handmaid’s Tale), Anne-Marie Duff (Bad Sisters), Emily Swallow (The Mandalorian), Eve Hewson (Bad Sisters), Genevieve O’Reilly (Andor), Lesley Manville (The Crown), Sarah Desjardins (The Night Agent), and Yvonne Strahovski (The Handmaid’s Tale).

Congratulations to Jeri Ryan and Terry Matalas!

Now lock them in, especially Jeri so we can have Captain Seven of Nine!

Paramount Studios, DO THE THING!

[the-lady-general]

Best Starfleet XO by rowdiness

Ransom. Stabbed the captain's daughter AND tried to eat the ship AND gets on everybody's nerves with tales of his bench press high score. Understood the assignment, A+, no notes.

Burnham. Got so rowdy. Like, SO rowdy. Amazing XO. Ultimately didn't stab her captain, which is good for her, but bad for my personal entertainment.

Kira. Built a kiln and then burned it down. Pointed and laughed at Dukat. Got so rowdy she fought *for* the Cardassians at one point. Should have stabbed more people, mostly Damar.

Spock. The other S'chn T'gai. Tried to kill the captain, and he would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for that lousy doctor. Swordfought that lousy doctor.

Gwyn. Tried to stab multiple people, most of them on purpose.

Una. Knocked out two department heads in the same episode. Heck yes!

Seven. I haven't seen PIC, but I heard Jeri Ryan was in it and I loved her in Leverage, so I hope she got to stab lots of people. <3

Tuvok. Love that guy, the brain cell, trolled the Maquis. I saw like two episodes of Voy, no idea if he stabbed anyone, but I really want him to.

T'Pol. Points deducted for ending more fights than she starts as far as I've seen. Super secret super agent, but sadly, I have yet to see her stab Archer. She should stab Archer. As a treat.

You know, I can't actually remember if Chakotay or Tuvok were XO of Voy and I'm too lazy to look it up, so I would like to encourage someone else to sing his praises and tell me about how cool he was until I get round to it.

Tysess. Politely yet firmly told Janeway no that one time. Boo!

Riker. Got a little pouty that one time when his boss was abducted and his replacement boss made them all work less. Could definitely teach that man tricks with treats and clicker training, which is probably why the psychiatrist was into him.

[the-hatchetfield-chronicles]

6/11/20. Interview with camp counselors Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri. Camp Idontwannabang, Witchwood Forest. 8:20 A.M.

EM: Thank you so much for agreeing to talk with me.

[Elle shakes hands with Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri.]

EM: My name is Elle Marden. I’d like to learn about this camp you’re running.

BJ: Absolutely! Abstinence is very important to us, so we run this camp to teach campers the importance of abstinence.

GJ: We encourage ALL our campers to just say no!

[Jerry and Jeri point to their shirts, blue and pink respectively, which read, “Virginity Rocks!”]

EM: Why is abstinence so important to you?

BJ: Because! If you don’t practice abstinence, you’ll become a parent before you’re ready!

GJ: And then what? You’ll have to hide your child, raise him in the woods—

[Boy Jerry glares at Girl Jeri.]

BJ: Which is why Girl Jeri and I are voluntarily celibate!

EM: So I take it this camp is very strict on no sexual activity? How do you enforce this rule?

BJ: We hope that campers will be responsible enough to resist their sexual urges, but we also have fun activities to distract them from their urges! My personal favorite is wallet making. Every time I have any sexual thought, I take that energy, and I beat it into a wallet!

GJ: We strongly believe that you don’t need sex to have fun!

BJ: For the campers who need a little extra encouragement, there’s a little campfire tale we like to tell about a monster that lives in these woods. Be watches over his woods very carefully, and if anyone happens to…relapse, he knows, and he will find you… But that’s just a legend!

GJ: Exactly!

[The two laugh nervously.]

EM: What other activities do you offer to your campers?

GJ: We have all sorts of fun activities! Besides wallet making, we have basket weaving, hiking, and prayer circles.

BJ: Can’t forget prayer!

EM: Besides the “no sex” rule, what another rules do you have at camp?

BJ: First of all, hugging is allowed, but keep it short! We don’t want it to turn into anything more!

GJ: Our campers aren’t allowed to have their phones, because they don’t need them! The only screen they need here is sunscreen!

BJ: We also don’t allow any sugary snacks or candy. Abstinence isn’t the only thing we promote here. We like to promote an all around healthy lifestyle!

EM: Those seem fair. There is something a little more serious I wanted to ask about, if you don’t mind.

[Girl Jeri’s eyes widen.]

EM: I read that…five campers went missing last year. Is that true? Do you know anything about that?

[Pause. Girl Jeri’s eyes widen even more, and her face turns white. Boy Jerry turns cold.]

EM: Okay, this is going to sound ridiculous, but that legend you mentioned? With the monster in the woods? Could- could it possibly be true?

BJ: Of course not! That’s crazy! I can’t believe you would even suggest that! Right, Girl Jeri?

[Girl Jeri is silent for a moment.]

GJ: Well…

BJ: I don’t know what you’re thinking, Girl Jeri, but stop! [He lowers his voice.] We don’t want anyone to know about what you did, you dirty girl.

[Pause.]

GJ: I trust her.

[Pause.]

GJ: He’s called Lumber-Axe. Some campers can attest that, if you don’t follow the rules of abstinence, you will hear his footsteps as they grow louder and louder, with his axe swinging by his side. By the time you hear him, it’s almost certainly too late. He offers no forgiveness. And he will never forget.

BJ: Girl Jeri-

GJ: Boy Jerry and I…we…we had a child. Out of wedlock. We were so ashamed of what we had done. We couldn’t bear to think of what would happen if anyone found out. So…we decided to raise him here. In the woods. One thing you learn about these woods is…things grow here. They grow big…fast…and different. We tried to teach him the importance of abstinence, but he took it way too far!

EM: So Lumber-Axe…your son? He killed those campers?

GJ: Yes.

[Boy Jerry becomes furious.]

BJ: Girl Jeri!! What were you thinking?! This woman is not your friend! She is going to make this public, and then what are you going to do?

GJ: What am I going to do? What are we going to do? We’re in this together!

BJ: You brought this upon yourself, Girl Jeri. You were the one who couldn’t control yourself. Who acted so immature, irresponsible—

EM: Okay. Okay. I think I have enough information now. It was…great meeting you. Goodbye.

[Elle shakes the hands of Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri, then she leaves.]

[little-alien-duck]

books of 2023

this is a list of all the books I read in 2023! my goal this year was 36 (an average of 3 per month) but I finished grad school this year so ended up reading a lot more than I thought I'd be able to. the goal for next year is just as many as I can!

1. The Codebreaker by Walter Isaacson

2. S by JJ Abrams and Doug Dorst

3. The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

4. Even Though I Knew the End by CL Polk

5. The World We Make by NK Jemisin 

6. Doctor Who: Genocide by Paul Leonard 

7. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 

8. My Remarkable Journey by Katherine Johnson 

9. The Case of the Dragon-Bone Engine by Galadriel Coffeen

10. Words Without Borders edited by Samantha Schnee, Alane Salierno Mason, and Dedi Felman 

11. Doctor Who: A Day in the Life edited by Ian Farrington 

12. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (reread) 

13. Lost Mountain by Erik Reece 

14. Notes of a Native Son by James Baldwin 

15. Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie 

16. Dyke (geology) by Sabrina Imbler

17. Full Dark House by Christopher Fowler 

18. The Midnight Library by Matt Haig 

19. The Name of this Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch (reread) 

20. Walden and On Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau 

21. Born a Crime by Trevor Noah 

22. Star Trek Voyager: Pathways by Jeri Taylor

23. Nineteen Ways of Looking at Consciousness by Patrick House 

24. The Rabbit Hutch by Tess Gunty

25. Doctor Who: War of the Daleks by John Peel 

26. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie 

27. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (reread) 

28. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion 

29. Doctor Who: Alien Bodies by Lawrence Miles 

30. Little Men by Louisa May Alcott 

31. The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell 

32. Little Weirds by Jenny Slate 

33. Jo’s Boys by Louisa May Alcott 

34. The Neon Bible by John Kennedy Toole 

35. A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik 

36. Old Babes in the Wood by Margaret Atwood 

37. Doctor Who: Kursaal by Peter Anghelides 

38. The Disordered Cosmos by Chanda Prescod-Weinstein 

39. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie 

40. Doctor Who: Option Lock by Justin Richards

41. Harlem Shuffle by Colson Whitehead 

42. Major Labels by Kelefa Sanneh 

43. Doctor Who: Divided Loyalties by Gary Russell 

44. Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver 

45. Lost Time by Józef Czapski

46. The Last Graduate by Naomi Novik

47. Peril at End House by Agatha Christie 

[mayhemthemamp]

So I’m rewatching Abstinence Camp… ⚠️18+ interactions only please⚠️

And some of boy Jerry’s threats are just so out of pocket. Like tell us why you want to cover Stephanie in syrup, Boy Jerry.

But the one that makes me cackle though is when he tells Pete the he oughta put him in a canoe.

Like I don’t think that’s the threat you think it is, Boy Jerry.

Because I definitely know of a couple (COUNSELORS not campers, and never when kids were on campus) who hooked up in a canoe.

And word of advice if you’re going to hook up in the woods: bring a hammock or a blanket with you at least. Otherwise one or both of you are going to end up with a tick in your ass, and then you have to explain to the camp nurse how it got there.

So this became less about Nightmare Time and more me recounting tales of my time as a camp counselor (I worked at 3 different camps, only one of them was a full-blown Bible Camp™️).

But I will say that Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri were pretty accurate portrayals of some of the church camp directors I’ve worked with. Although if they really wanted to be together, the accurate thing to do would have been to get married. Even to the point of Boy Jerry blaming everything on Girl Jeri. Because in the end, Purity Culture is always going to put all the blame on the girl.

But Boy Jerry’s threats seem to be indicative of some very random fetishes, but you do you bud.

[petalsmooth]

I’ve more or less moved on from Riverdale. 

I am ONLY interested in Jabitha of which we have NO content right now. 

RAS being out a show to screw up.

Cole being released from this toxic show/cast.

I have spent last few months re-watching old favorites or reading old favorites. I’ve been re-discovering what it is to watch and read things I ENJOY and it has just cemented how little I enjoy most of Riverdale. Aforementioned exception of Jabitha. Who do make me smile.

I only want to watch or read stories that entertain me or make me happy. I like escapist entertainment. Riverdale isn’t escapist entertainment. It’s a flailing show with no rhyme or purpose servicing too many ego’s. It allows personal ambitions, relationships and biases to affect it’s direction rather than the audience’s enjoyment of the show or letting the characters move in realistic manner for THEM. It inspires no trust in it’s audience. There is no logical path to follow to ascertain it’s endgame. They literally just fling everything up in the air and see where it scatters.

There is just so much history with Star Trek and the next generation cast. I’m currently watching, remembering and kind of loving how a man who once lectured Spock and Kirk about Cowboy diplomacy and duty being considered the paragon of new Star Fleet is now the one being lectured by a hard nosed unimaginative captain about their crashing of ships and defying of star fleet edicts. Only took a lifetime for Picard to realize what Kirk knew in his 30′s. lol

I love the repore with Stewart and Frakes’. I love Beverly FINALLY being back in this universe. I love the implications of what Beverly having another son may mean. I’m invested in these characters because of the actors themselves and the history that is not uprooted and erased just because an actor throws a fit. TBH, in the Star Trek universe Voyager is probably closer to comparison to RD in how BTS drama could spoil a show. Which makes it interesting they pulled Jeri Ryan’s character into this universe, this cast would have been a far more welcoming one that the one she initially came to fame on.

And so maybe currently enjoying TWO casts, Bridgerton and TNG, that seem to be on fairly good terms make RD in less tolerable. I simply don’t care about KJ, Lili or Camilla’s whining or ambitions. I find it short sighted and shallow. Acting can be hard work It’s not say...construction work but you do delve into emotions and end of the day that can produce a different level of fatigue. I get it. But it’s still supposed to be fun. You are getting paid to play make believe. they are whining about getting to play dress up each day and do what they did at 6 year’s old. They are somehow completely unaware of how that sounds to people who don’t have that job. There were a handful of people at my work told they had cancer this week. My job isn’t make believe. It’s why I like escapist entertainment. So I have a hard time understanding why I should be engrossed in KJ’s tale of over indulgence and privilege and how he didn’t appreciate it enough while at same time still wanting to shout how he wants more opportunity. You were given an opportunity, abused it, were unprofessional and now that the gravy train ends want someone to stick out their neck for you again? Ok KJ. Good luck with that.

Ambitions are fine, goals are fine. Nothing inherently evil in having them but the one young cast member who WAS professional and appreciated he is in a privileged position they have endlessly mocked for it over the year’s. So really...I could care less about their belated scrambling attempts to run to the media to rehab their professional reputations to appear employable now. 

The entertainment business is a hard one to maintain a career in. IMO the ones who appreciate their positions are the ones who deserve to still be employed 30 year’s later as the TNG now is. Or deserve break out cameos and roles in new films as Bridgerton cast is being offered. I really don’t think most of the RD cast deserves any further opportunities given the only awakening they seem to have is the paychecks are soon to end. I’ve yet to see them truly realize how terribly they have responded to fame beyond an oligatory soundbite for the masses.

[independentartistbuzz]

Western Balladeer," featuring the nostalgic single “Cougar Annie"

Balladeer and actor John Gogo hails from a musical family in Snuneymuxw (a.k.a. Nanaimo) on Vancouver Island. Best known for writing and performing his folk songs about the people and places, the true and tall tales of the West Coast, John produced his sixth full-length album, Western Balladeer.

The wistful “Cougar Annie” was inspired by Western Canadian legendary pioneer Ada Annie Rae-Arthur. The homesteader carved out a five-acre garden in the wilderness, ran a successful nursery, post office and general store while raising 11 children. She became known as Cougar Annie after word got around about her shooting around 70 cougars and countless bears that had threatened her kids and garden. 

One of the aspects of Ada Annie’s life that intrigues me was that she outlived four husbands. My story of her is sung in the form of a letter written from the perspective of a potential suitor. With just vocal, guitar and Appalachian dulcimer, along with my daughters Jena and Jeri’s background vocals, I tried to give the song a reclusive intimacy. Recorded at my home on Protection Island, the dulcimer track was played by my friend and neighbour Rick Scott, of the legendary West Coast band Pied Pumkin. On that very day, a cougar made its way over to the island!  – John Gogo

[moonslittlestar]

Hi friends! Welcome to my BG3 blog! ❤ I thought I'd make a new blog for my new hyperfixation haha

About The Blogger

• My name is Jericho but I go by Jeri. • ‘91 | Irish | Mountain Dweller | Vegan • Trans / Agender [They/He] • Queer / Ace / Aro • Ex-Photographer | Fanart Artist • Chronically ill / Disabled / Neurodivergent • Pawrent to a Frenchie, 2 Cats & 2 Guinea Pigs. • Obsessed with Space / Ocean creatures / Baldur's Gate 3 / Animal Crossing / Nature / The Occult • My MBTI is INFP • Enjoyer of many music genres, anime, horror movies, and video games. • Always looking for new people to follow and new friends! Tracking Tag: userjeri

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• My Screenshots • Your OCs • Fanart / My Art • Personal Rambles • You can find characters under their names! • Tales of: Echo [Romancing Astarion + Halsin] • Tales of: Moon [Romancing Astarion] • Tales of: Darragh [Romancing Shadowheart + Halsin]

[snowlupinwoodstories]

Prompt 4, Weevil goes Viral

Practice prompt 4, spawned from a weevil expedition and the question of what a weevil could do in the background of a post to accidently go viral. Welp, this happened. A big shout out to @vigoburrito for the plot, and a shout out to Anna Klava for letting me use her dragon Wimzy.

The heat shimmered the air like the holographic scales of the dragon who sat on the metal bench in the park. Her nails clack-clacked against the edge. It was too hot to do anything. Her crop top and shorts only gave a little respite from the heat. 

A tell tale music track of sacrine songs played through the malaise, her head perking up at the tell tale song of an ice cream truck. The songs were different than normal though, instead of circus tunes, or nursery rhymes, music box styled rock music blared from its speakers. 

A graffiti styled truck drove slowly down the street, declaring itself as Tohm and Jeri’s. It parked along the side of the park. A sign declared, ‘Not Your Kids’ Ice Cream!’ Whimsy stood and made her way over, the thought of a cool treat sounded amazing on the humid day.

A dark brown mouse stepped out and opened a canopy on the side of the truck, offering some respite shade for those who wanted to order. He also set out a sidewalk chalkboard, advertising flavors like Gourmet Vanilla, Not Your G’ma’s butter pecan, and the one that really caught her attention, Dragon’s Hoard Chocolate. 

“And what,” she asked the mouse who was setting the lock on the menu, making sure it didn’t just collapse, “Is Dragon’s Hoard Chocolate?”

“Its probably one of our more fun flavors,” He told her, “Dark chocolate ice cream, cherry gummy gems, and edible glitter.”

Whimsy tilted her head, and when the window opened to take orders she ordered the Dragon’s Hoard Chocolate, smiling as the dark and gleaming cone was handed to her. One lick and the bittersweet chocolate danced on her tongue. She bit one of the candy gems, chewing thoughtfully as the chewer than normal cherry gummy candy mixed with the dark chocolate in her mouth. 

She smiled and pulled out her phone. Angling it above her head she turned until she got the truck in the background, along with her and the ice cream in the foreground. ‘Found the coolest ice cream truck at the park. This isn’t your average kiddy truck. Perfect way to beat the heat’. She wrote before posting it to her social media, before returning to her cold treat.

Wimzy, the dragon's post, took off. The holographic scales, sparkly ice cream, and graffiti truck make for an eye-catching post. 

However, the reason it went viral, could be summed up with one question, “Is that weevil deepthroating an ice cream cone?”

Wilbur sat staring at code like he did everyday. He was trying to find the bug that caused the software to unexpectedly close on the user at random intervals. He was the only one they could spare on bug finding, the others were coding more features to be imported once the bug had been fully squashed. 

It was dull work but Wilbur didn’t mind. He stuck his snoot into his bag of granola and chomped away, reading line after line. He paused in his chewing as he studied the messy code, and began to type away at the keyboard, writing a new piece of code in a separate window. He duplicated and replaced the piece of code with his own and sent the new version off to the testers to see if the shut down issue had been fixed. 

He stood up and stretched his legs, and decided to go on a walk to see if that ice cream truck was back. It was about time for his lunch break and he deserved a treat.

He walked down to the park, speeding up when he saw the ice cream truck from the other day. He wanted to see what that Not your G’ma’s Butter Pecan was about. 

The truck was busier than when he first saw it, with young teens to adults holding their phones out snapping selfies with the ice cream. Some were attempting to fit the whole top of the ice cream in their mouths. He shook his head stepping into line, allowing his mind to drift back to the office and the new projects he’d be able to work on now that he’d fixed the bug. 

He didn’t notice the whispers, ‘Oh my god! Is that the weevil?’, ‘What weevil?’ ‘He deep throated the ice cream!’ , ‘I wonder if he'll take a picture with me,’ ‘What’s his social media handle?’ 

Wilbur snapped out of it as he stepped up to the truck, not noticing the hush that fell over the crowd. “I’ll try that butter pecan flavor you were advertising,” The cat smiled and held out their card reader for Wilbur to tap, while the mouse built his cone. Smiling as only a Weevil can Wilbur took a small taste. The flavor was buttery yes, but richer than he expected, with hints of bourbon and vanilla accompanying the pecan. 

He pushed the ice cream into his snoot, enjoying the ice cream as he made his way back to the office. Still oblivious to the camera’s pointed at him as he was eating his ice cream.

A few days past, Wilbur wasn’t able to go to the ice cream truck due to a few new projects. A data compiling program and part of a game engine had been assigned to his company and his role at finding bugs and copying mundane code over and over. He didn’t mind it, it was therapeutic to set up a code and repeat it over and over with minor changes to set processes in flow. 

It had taken days to set up the skeleton work, now it was fill-ins, tests, and connecting to the bits that had been designed by others on the team so that the interface would do what was necessary. 

There was a small rap-rap on the side of his cubicle. Wilbur turned, his snout buried in a bag of granola, his fingers paused. “Hey wilbur,” His colleague, a young beaver who spent his time setting up the databases that the retrieval programs were typically meant for, said, “did you go to the green lane park a couple of days ago during lunch?”

“Oh, yeah,” Wilbur’s voice came through the bag, “There’s an ice cream truck that likes to park there. Tohm and Jeri’s. Great ice cream.”

“Yeah they’re getting quite the following on social media,” the beaver mentioned as he tapped away on his phone, “They went viral a few days ago.”

“Well good for them,” Wilbur said, “I’ve not gotten the appeal of social media, but I know its important for business.”

“I remember you saying something like that, you probably didn’t realize then,” he said turning the phone around for wilbur to see the screen. There was a picture of a dragon with holographic scales, sun bouncing off in multiple hues, the glittery ice cream, the graffiti styled truck.

And in the back corner was Wilbur, his snoot over the ice cream cone, just like all those people were trying to do back at the park. “Seems you started a new trend.”

[yesact]

Prince-Origin

Ch4-The Hidden Truths-1

Prince, the unknown man, and his cat waited for the five individuals. Several minutes later, they arrived. This time, they didn't look like alien creatures; they appeared as ordinary humans, each exuding a unique aura.

The unknown man handed his cat to one of the newcomers. "Let's start our introductions," he said. "My name is Grein, and this is my cat, Snvy, from Planet Rumhei. The elder person you met earlier was Ideyl from the moon Cryos. Twel and Sako are also from the same moon, and the last one is Genep from Tr..."

"Wait, we'll continue this later," Genep interrupted. "We should have this conversation inside, where we can talk freely."

Grein agreed, and they walked toward a small wooden house. From the outside, it appeared modest, but inside, it was entirely different. The interior had a modern look, with advanced technology seamlessly integrated into the design.

Prince was taken aback but remained silent. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the surroundings.

Twel smiled and said, "The things you can see can be virtual, and the things you can't see can be real in this place."

They all sat around a round table. Grein took out a display panel showing an image of ten different universes.

"Prince," Grein began, "you might be wondering why I disguised myself as your classmate. I needed to keep an eye on you closely. We all did."

Prince's brow furrowed, but he didn't speak.

Grein continued, "There are ten planets from ten different universes interconnected in some way. The multiverse is linked, and I've named these planets: 1. Zureryo, where you live, 2. Evren, 3. Yernul, 4. Monoy, 5. Trgao, 6. Vami, 7. Rumhei, 8. Suya, 9. Deiro, and 10. Haikom. Something unnatural is happening, and it all started with a creature from the moon of Jery, the largest planet in Zureryo's solar system. Cryos, another moon of Jery, was destroyed by this creature."

Prince's eyes widened even more, a mix of confusion and curiosity evident in his expression.

Grein paused, studying Prince's reaction. "Before I tell you more about this creature, you need to know that you and I were reincarnated. The soul of King Savue of Planet Jery was divided into ten parts during his death. It's a long story, but what's important now is that King Savue's soul gave birth to Yaduro and his brother. Yaduro is causing disturbances everywhere and won't stop until he reaches SERY."

Prince struggled to process this information, his silence reflecting his inner turmoil.

"We need you," Grein said earnestly. "To maintain balance, stability, and peace, we need you to join us."

Prince felt a surge of emotions—fear, disbelief, and a hint of hope. Despite his confusion and fear, he felt a strange sense of belonging. Maybe, just maybe, he had found his purpose.

Author's Note:

The fourth chapter unveils the broader conflict and the cosmic connections between the universes, setting the stage for Prince's deeper involvement in the battle against Yaduro. As the story progresses, Prince's transformation from a lost individual to a key player in the cosmic struggle will be explored, adding layers to his character and the overall narrative. Stay tuned as the tale delves into the mysteries of SERY and the true nature of the multiverse.

[finishinglinepress]

FLP POETRY BOOK OF THE DAY: Without the Cliff by Caitlin Coey

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Caitlin Coey is a queer writer. Her work focuses on gender-based violence, mental health, queer love, and the importance of friendship. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles. Her poetry has appeared in Shambles, The Roadrunner Review, Awakened Voices, and Sad Girls Club. Follow her work on Instagram @coeywrites and by subscribing to her newsletter on caitlincoeypoet.net. She lives in Seattle.

PRAISE FOR Without the Cliff by Caitlin Coey

Coey’s Without the Cliff uses poetry to unfold childhood traumas others insist didn’t happen. Sensory images become a necessary grounding for difficult memories no one wants remembered. What is the fall without the cliff? Who is the savior without the fall? Coey reflects on these questions with vulnerability and honesty, invoking the innocence of fairy tales, heroines, and first kisses. She walks a complex terrain that at each turn asks her to choose what should be told and what should not.

–Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo, Author of Posada: Offerings of Witness and Refuge

In her debut poetry collection, Without the Cliff, Caitlin Coey’s voice shines with strength and a succinct clarity that makes each poem crisp and the entire collection spark. In this robust lyrical memoir, Coey’s poems investigate ways of sharing and reshaping deeply complex and precious stories as a pathway to tenderness, truth, and even love. Readers of all ages, bring your wounded inner-child to this collection, and let Coey’s poems bolster you. This is truly a collection needed for our time, as even when the world is full of darkest nights, her poems bring us back to a place of beauty, healing, and joy.

–-Jeri Frederickson, Author of You Are Not Lost and Editor of Awakened Voices

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