#rhea's notebook

[galactic-rhea]

would anyone be interested in like, a little oneshot of the sith raised Ani AU with him and Padmé,,,,

edit: actually posted it since many were interested <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66712564

[thedrawinggizzard]

Jackie needs to stop shipping people.

[trippinsorrows]

through your eyes + au 4

authors note: thank you so much to all of ya'll showing interest in this little au 🥺🥺🥺 ya'll are the real mvp's.

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words: 4.5k // warnings: some smut, roman being possessive/borderline stalkerish

Solana is clearly naive.

Embarrassingly so, because for her to just assume she could dip out on Roman Reigns without there being any sort of consequence or him wanting to follow up was simply ludicrous.

It’s ludicrous and simply not going to fly for the Head of the Table, hence Solana’s current situation. Standing at the back of her store trying to convince Sami Zayn to deliver her very clear, unmistakable message to Roman who’s apparently waiting out back for her.

“Sami, I’m sorry you’re in….in the middle of this, but I—I don’t want to see Roman.” There’s a strange, borderline uncomfortable feeling that rises, even as the words leave her mouth. Solana knows that’s what she needs to say and should say, but there’s a part of her that doesn’t want to say it.

But, then she thinks back to Rosalia’s cruel words, hurtful but true. And it’s the reminder she needs. She swallows, reiterating, “please tell him I’m not interested.”

And while these may be words spoken from a sudden sense of finality, they seem to be more of a death sentence to the man before her. Sami’s face is growing red and ruddy by the minute. “Oh boy.” He blows out a breath and runs his hand through his still unkempt hair. “Ms. Miller—”

She gives him a small smile. “You can call me Solana.”

“I can’t call you anything if I’m dead.” Her eyes go wide, and he winces, apologizing. “I’m sorry. I just—I’ve been working hard to work my way up in the Bloodline and telling the Tribal Chief no….well, that sure seems like a good way to get my ass chewed up and spit out….or worse.”

A deep frown settles on Solana’s face as she nervously taps her fingers against the side of her legs. The last thing she wants is for Roman to take his anger at her ‘rejection’ out on Sami. She’s not worth that. 

At all.

Gasping quietly, she shares, “I have an idea.” She motions for him to follow her, Solana guiding them to her office in the back. Grabbing a pen and the notebook on her desk, she quickly gets to writing, not allowing herself to think too much. That’ll only cause her to second guess her decision, when she really can’t afford to do so. 

Roman,

I’m sorry for leaving abruptly, but that shouldn’t have happened. We’re two very different people. I’m not what you’re looking for. Let’s just end this now before it gets too far.

Sorry for wasting your time.

Solana

She doesn’t even give herself the chance to look it over, ripping it from the notebook, folding it over and handing it to Sami. “Just give him this.”

Sami looks down at the piece of paper like it may contain anthrax. He then sighs, heavily, accepting it from her. “Alrighty then.”

Grateful for his amenable nature, she offers a small smile of appreciation. “Thank you, Sami.”

He says nothing, just walks out without another word to deliver the message that will, hopefully, close up this strange, unexpected, brief chapter of her life involving a certain Roman Reigns.

Never mind the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach making Solana wonder if she’s made a mistake. 

But, she quickly pushes it away. The silly thing. Of course, she made the right decision. There’s no place in her life for someone like Roman Reigns.

It’s just better this way.

—--------

In recent months, it’s happened more often than not that Solana finds she has the condo she shares with two of her best friends, Rhea and Kayden, to herself. 

Just Solana and her 8 month old puppy, Dulce.

Tonight happens to be one of those nights. 

And she’s grateful. Because while Rhea still remains oblivious to Solana’s…..experiences with Roman, Kayden is aware and skeptical of Solana’s made up story about the evening not going well, hence her coming home early last night. It would be a believable story, especially considering this is Roman, but not for the fact that Solana sucks at lying and Kayden is a truth seeker through and through.

So having a night off of having to dodge her sly attempts to coax out the truth is appreciated.

Very much so.

Kayden is spending the night over at her latest fuck buddy's, and Rhea…..well, Solana doesn’t exactly know why Rhea has been coming home either at an ungodly hour or not until sunrise the next day. It’s sort of out of character for her normally antisocial friend, but Solana also knows that Rhea is the person who will open up about things when she’s ready, so she's just left it alone. 

But them being gone leaves Solana and Dulce with the condo to themselves. Hence her taking the opportunity to truly decompress from an eventful, stressful week. After her ‘everything’ shower, she puts her hair in space buns and pulls out the skimpy shirt and underwear set gifted to her by Rhea last Christmas. It’s not something Solana would ever wear in front of anyone, somewhat because of the emo design but mostly because it’s so revealing. A thong and barely there tee.

It’s also an intentional thing, walking around so exposed, more skin on display than usual. Something to aid in building back up her body confidence that was almost entirely squashed under the overwhelming weight of those infamous text messages.

Solana does her best not to revisit those dark times, arguably one of the hardest periods of her life. She can’t go back. Has come too far and made too much progress to regress. Even more, he isn’t worth it.

Never was.

Filling her Stanley cup up—a gift from her bougie ass cousin Jade—with ice, Solana grabs a water bottle and empties it, topping the icy water with two lemon packets. Tossing the used packets in the trash, she grabs her phone and ventures through her many Spotify playlists, settling on the R&B one. Turning on her Beats headphones, she slides them over her ears, smiling at the opening notes of Fantasy by Mariah Carey.

Walking out the kitchen, phone in one hand, Stanley cup in the other, she hits the lights and hums along to one of Mariah’s many bangers. Her smile grows and hips naturally move to the rhythmic, infectious beat as she hits the light switch in her bedroom, walking over to her nightstand where she deposits her cup.

Shuffling over to her attached bathroom, she flicks the switch and goes to put away some of the products used during her hour spent in there for the shower and everything after. Cleaning and Mariah end up being the perfect combination, Solana’s singing and dancing increasing and evolving into a brief, silly little moment of her using her hairbrush as a microphone. A nice, little nostalgic throwback to so many summers ago that she spent with her cousins, staying up much later than what they should have, giggling over trivial things like boy bands and school gossip.

Much simpler times.

Before she grew up and realized that maybe the idea of men—and love—would always be better than the reality. At least, for her.

Pleased with the clean state of her bathroom, Solana turns off the lights and dances and sways her shapely hips while sauntering back into her bedroom. 

“I’m in heaven. With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend. There’s no beginning, and there is no—AHH!”

Eyes wide, hand against her chest, Solana is rendered speechless and barely avoids a heart attack at the sight that awaits her.

Roman.

In her home.

In her bedroom.

Sitting on the chair by her vanity, Dulce in her bed just a few feet away, sleeping like everything is fine. Like there’s not a complete stranger in her room. 

Her brother and dad were definitely right about one thing. Dulce is for comfort. Not protection.

Solana just continues to stare, in a brief state of shock while Roman simply states with a smirk.

“Don’t stop on my account, baby.” Oh my God. “I was enjoying the hell out of that show.” His light brown eyes travel over her body, as she rips off her headphones. “Very, very much.”

It’s that statement that reminds her of her attire. Or lack, thereof. A humongous wave of embarrassment and borderline humiliation wash over her as she reaches for her robe on the bed, hurriedly putting it on and tossing the headphones down on the mattress.

Roman chuckles at the action, standing up from the chair, reorienting Solana to the situation. The potential severity of the situation. 

“Roman, what are you—how did you—” She has so many questions. A ton. A million. But, the first one is how. “How did you get in—I –made sure the doors were all l–locked.”

He stops halfway, scoffing, “sweetheart, you can’t be that naive. Locked doors don’t do shit. Especially not for someone like me.” A sort of frown then falls on his face as he shares, “you really should have a security system. I’ll have one put in tomorrow.”

Solana can barely process him telling her that he’s getting a security system installed in her home, because he’s back moving toward her, a small slice of panic forming. 

Moving back against the closest wall, she cautions in the least intimidating voice ever. “I–I’ll scream.”

Again, he pauses, that wicked smile reappearing. “Oh, I am going to make you scream, but it won’t be out of fear.” Solana’s stomach flutters, but she can’t tell if it’s because of his suggestive comment or just the asinine nature of this entire situation. 

And, it’s when he’s directly in front of her, one hand planted on the wall above her that she finds it in her to ask, “Roman, what—what are you doing here?”

In her house. In her room. In her life. She’ll take an answer for any of them at this point. 

Meanwhile, he simply responds like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Solana wouldn’t call it avoidance as much as she would call it trying to pretend he doesn’t exist and what happened between them never occurred.

Tried to play all of that off as some bad dream. Or maybe just a dream, because nothing about how he made her feel back in that locker room could ever be even remotely close to bad.

But, she can’t tell him that.

Of course not.

So, she does the possible worst thing someone could do in this situation. 

She lies.

Sidenote: Solana hates that he’s so close to her for a plethora of reasons, the major one being that he’s close enough to touch her. A dangerous, dangerous thing. It's.....distracting

“I—I haven’t.”

Roman makes a ‘tsk tsk tsk’ sound. “Lying to me never turns out well for people, but you’re pretty, so I’ll give you a pass. This time.” She swallows, practically unable to stop their locked gaze. “Why?”

She didn’t realize the first statement was actually a question, but that’s irrelevant now. “I—I told you. I—” She blows out a breath. “What happened was—was a mistake.”

“Bullshit,” he’s calling her bluff. “You don’t believe that.”

Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn’t. But, there’s nothing confusing or conflicting about her next statement. “I’m not—I’m not like that, Roman. I don’t…..sleep around. I—” Solana has to stop herself. The last thing she needs to be telling this man is that she’s still a virgin. Something tells her it’ll up the ante. “My fiancé or—”

He cuts her off, asking, “are you still engaged?”

That might be the easiest thing he’s ever asked her. “No.”

“Good.” He shrugs, adding casually while shrugging one shoulder. “Wouldn’t have made a difference. I would have just killed him anyway.”

Horrified. Solana should be horrified by that chilly statement. No doubt something he would 100% do. Men like Roman have no moral compass. They live by their own primal, selfish wants without regard for others. And yet, something within Solana, that might not be too far off from Roman’s lack of morality, causes her to mutter, “I–I should probably be more disturbed by that.”

Roman’s eyes narrow with curiosity. “Do you want me to kill him?”

“No.” That’s also an easy answer. Well. Sort of. “But—”

“But?”

She shouldn’t say it. Absolutely should not say it, and yet, something dark within her makes it creep out, sneaks it past her inner morality police. “If you had asked me a couple months ago, I might have given you a different answer.”

Awful. It’s an awful thing to say about another human being....even if that human being is a piece of scum.

Finding out the truth about her relationship, finding out the facade of her relationship nearly broke her. Solana's heart was shattered into a thousand pieces that she’s still working to regroup. She’s far from where she was when her world fell apart but is still not exactly who she was prior to the ruination.

She’s not sure she’ll ever be. 

Meanwhile, Roman makes a sound, sharing, “maybe I’ll kill him anyway.”

And this is why Solana didn’t want to say anything. Because it’s like dangling candy in front of a kid. Still, what motive would he have? 

Solana is partially confused and needs to not think about his touch, thus her going for a relevant distraction. “For what reason?”

With a dark chuckle, he traces random patterns against the belt of her robe. “He obviously hurt you. That’s reason enough for me.”

Solana frowns. This man makes no sense. No sense whatsoever. 

Her voice is low, heavily weighed down by confusion and something else she can’t identify. “Roman, what—what do you want from me?”

“A lot.” Her stomach is knotting all over again. That is not the answer she was expecting. “But, let’s start with why you left.”

“I told you—”

“The truth, Solana.” His voice goes hard as does his expression. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

She believes it. 

Swallowing, she realizes the truth is something that he’s going to get one way or another. Might as well concede now.. “Your…..your sister—”

He briefly looks away, muttering something in a language she doesn’t recognize. His gaze is then back on her. “What did she say?”

“Nothing nice.” It’s not the specifics, but it is an answer. A truthful answer, just like the next part of her statement. “But—but, she wasn’t wrong either.” Solana shakes her head, once again reiterating, “if–if you’re looking for an easy lay, then—”

“Solana, I can get that anywhere and with anyone. Respectfully, if that’s what I wanted, I wouldn’t be standing here in front of you.” 

She believes it. Because it makes sense. There’s no shortage of women who would gladly give Roman whatever he wants, however he wants it, and whenever he wants it. And yet, he’s here with her….for what?

It’s a question she finds herself verbalizing. 

“Why—why are you here then?”

Roman just looks at her, his eyes twinkling with desire. And right there, Solana knows she should have gone with the scream. 

The scream of fear.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you…..” His volume lowers, but Solana is too caught up on what he said versus how he said it. “How good you smell, how good you look….” She closes her eyes the minute he dips his head, Solana unconsciously grasping his shirt. “How good you tasted.” She releases a shaky breath that matches the light tremble of her thighs when he asks, “you been thinking about me?”

Yes. Far too much. An embarrassing amount. “N–no.”

Roman’s deep voice hums against her ear, like he can hear her betraying thoughts.. “Hmmm. I don’t think that’s true.” 

Solana should stop him the minute his hand starts to mess with the knot of her belt. Should push his hand away or offer a verbal protest instead of just standing there, letting the robe fall open, revealing herself to him. 

She opens her eyes just in time to see Roman soaking her in, eyes slowly and gradually going over her body the same way he’s done the past few times. 

“You wanna know what I think?” She’s so thankful he doesn’t wait for a response, cause he’d be waiting for a minute. It seems Mr. Roman Reigns is a voice snatcher, especially when his hand moves to her belly of all places, tip of his finger moving across her pudge. “I think you left because you liked it.”

Oh my God. 

Solana’s head falls back against the wall behind her, her hand flattening against his abs. 

Roman continues to taunt her and call her bluff. “You liked the way daddy made you feel.” She goes to grab his wrist the minute his hand dips inside her underwear. “The same way I’m making you feel now, huh?”

He’s not lying. Even if she wanted it to be a lie, the truth is unavoidable and inescapable, right there, real and tangible as he grazes his fingers over her lips. 

Soaked. 

Of course. 

“What you need to understand, baby, is that daddy can do this cat and mouse shit all day.” Roman’s words are accompanied by him moving his hand to slide her panties to the side as he slips one of those deliciously long, thick fingers inside of her, making her arch against him. “I always get what I want, and I want you.” She chews on her bottom lip as he enters another finger, her walls contracting around him. Roman groans, “that lil' dick fiancé of yours certainly wasn’t fucking you right cause this pussy way too tight.”

Roman practically growls, moving his other hand from the wall to lift her left leg, widening it, giving him more access to her, his reach inside of her deepening. “Look at how you’re gripping my fingers right now. This cunt needs me.” This new depth has her eyes watering as he thrusts his fingers inside of her, while his thumb flicks at her clit. “Got you this wet from barely doing anything, and you really want me to believe you ain’t been thinking about me?”

Rhetorical. It’s gotta be rhetorical. He can’t honestly expect her to say or respond to anything in a logical manner with how he’s making her feel right now. Overwhelmed. In a good way. A majestic, glorious way.

Solana goes to grip his arm, her fingers unable to touch. He’s so built. “Roman….”

“You said you don’t sleep around, and that’s okay, cause when it's all said and done, you still won't be sleeping around, because the only one who's allowed to touch you from now on is me." She whimpers, that familiar feeling from that night in his locker room coming over her all over again. Her thighs are practically jelly, those tears finally leaving the confines of her eyes. “This tight little pussy is mine.”

That one sentence, possessive and controlling, should not be the thing that sends her over the edge. That has her gripping onto him as her orgasm rips through her body, that has stars shooting behind her closed eyelids. But, that’s exactly the case. Roman has to practically keep her upright as he watches her come all over his hand.

His lips ghost over the outline of her jaw. “I could never get tired of watching you come.” But the minute he pulls his fingers out of her used, puffy vagina, and Solana opens her eyes to see him licking them clean, she nearly comes all over again.

This man is going to ruin her.

He uses that same hand, damp fingers going under her chin to lift her head, making her look at him.

“You ran because it freaks you out that you’re interested in me the same way I’m interested in you.” And before she can even begin to sit on that, he throws her for another loop. “I’m not gon’ make you do anything you don’t wanna do, but just know this, you will want it before it’s all said and done.” 

Solana swallows, completely wordless and wholly stunned at just how the hell this happened yet again. He says a couple things, gives her a few touches, and she spreads her legs without second thought. Like her vagina has its own mind and thought process, completely uninterested in whatever logic may be going on upstairs in her brain.

She’s (her pussy) just trying to get hers, and Roman just happens to be very…..very good at that. 

Unfortunately.

“Now let’s try this again.” Roman slides his arm through the back of her robe to pull her closer against him. Her hand moving up his abs to his chest seems to elicit the slightest hiss from him. A reaction that has her both confused and excited. “I’m asking you to have dinner with me.”

Her eyes widen. He’s asking her. Giving her a choice. Not a demand. And while it should feel good to some extent. Nice to have some autonomy. It’s still…

The answer is obvious. The same reason she ran out that night. The same reason she gave him that letter. Roman is not the type of man she needs to be messing around with. He’s dangerous. Beyond dangerous. Unpredictable. Older. She could probably create a generous list of reasons to tell him no. To take this 'out' he’s giving her.

And yet……

She’s briefly pulled from her thoughts when he brings his hand to her face, cupping her cheek. His expression is soft, such a marked contrast for everything about him that’s so hard and dark. “I just want to get to know you, La'u Ma'asoama.”

She hasn’t the slightest clue what he just said, but everything about it from the delivery to the almost pleading tone of his deep voice does absolutely nothing to help her resolve.

Solana’s voice is light. “J–just dinner?”

He nods. “Just dinner. I promise to not touch you.” Roman smirks, finger tracing the outline of her lips. “Unless you want me to.”

She closes her eyes. That’s the last thing that needs to happen. She needs to decline, needs to return back to the days where the thought of even entertaining someone like Roman would never even cross her mind. He represents everything in her life she never wanted for herself.

And yet, it’s hard for her to think of anything alarming that's happened that would justify her saying no. Not from what she’s personally experienced with him. He’s direct, yes. Has a filthy (talented) mouth, most definitely. But, he’s yet to be rude or mean or exhibit any of the other horrible things she’s heard about him making her wonder if maybe…..just maybe, there’s more to Roman Reigns than meets the eye.

He was right about one thing.

There's definitely an interest on her part. 

“O–okay. ”She finally concedes, stomach fluttering at his smile. He’s so handsome. “But, can—can it be some place private? I—” She’s not sure how to tell this man that at her big age of 28, she’s nervous about her family finding out about…..whatever this is. Doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing her with Roman Reigns, of all people. On a date, nonetheless.

Roman, however, just scoffs. “I hate people, Solana. I especially hate being bothered when I’m busy.” That’s not surprising at all.  “And I plan to be very busy with you.” His thumb caresses the apple of her cheek. “It’ll be private.”

He needs to stop touching her so much. She’d very much like to be able to think straight with lucidity, and that’s clearly not a possibility when he’s touching her. 

“O–okay.”

“Good girl.” And he definitely needs to stop referring to her as that for……reasons. “I’ll text you the details.”

Her brows furrow. “You–you have my number?”

He shrugs like it’s an obvious thing. “Of course.”

Never mind the fact that this man has her number, something she’s always prided herself on in only allowing those close to her have such close contact. It's besides the point, because she has another pressing question. “So—why didn’t you just….call or–or something instead of…..” She doesn’t know why she has a hard time finishing her sentence. Calling him out, in a sense, on literally breaking and entering into her house.

Cause that’s exactly what he did.

And yet, she’s still standing here, entertaining him when she should have just called the police or something. Not that that would make a difference. It’s a known fact that the Bloodline has practically the whole state of Florida on payroll. Police departments included.

Roman shakes his head. “A phone call doesn’t let me see this pretty face.” Her breathing is once again interrupted when he flits his thumb across her lips, separating them ever so lightly. “Or touch you….”

Lord.

He smiles at her poorly hidden reaction to such a touch, dropping his hand. “And don’t worry about Rosalia. I’ll take care of her.” If she wasn’t his actual freaking sister, Solana might be a bit fearful of what the ‘take care’ means. 

The Bloodline may be ruthless, but they don’t play about family. Going after blood is strictly prohibited outside of the most extreme cases. And Roman’s sister essentially calling her a whore is far from extreme.

“One more thing.” Solana gasps when he suddenly turns her around and tugs off her robe, the soft plush falling to the ground, leaving her exposed yet again in front of this man. 

“R–Roman!” Before she can try to cover herself, Roma tugs her close, her back pressed up against his front. Solana refuses to acknowledge the hardness pushing into her back. 

He then drops his mouth by her ear again, murmuring, “you don’t ever have to be insecure around me.” Roman moves his big hands over her thick thunder thighs. “These gon’ keep my face when I’m eating.” He steps back just enough to palm her ass, sharing, “I’m gonna love seeing the recoil of all this ass you got when I’m fucking you from behind.” More movement to the front and upward, Roman palming her breast through her flimsy top. “Can’t wait to feel all up on these big titties while watching you ride my dick.” And finally, he dops both hands to her belly, gathering her rolls. “And this……It’s all you, so I fuckin love it.”

She’s beyond grateful he doesn’t let those big, talented hands travel to the space between her legs, because it’s just plain embarrassing how he’s got her pussy throbbing and wet all over again from some not so innocent touches.

Roman Reigns is clearly no good for her. 

And yet, the slightest frown appears on her face when he releases her, stepping back, eyes quickly snapping back up from her ass as she turns around.

His smile is smug and borderline arrogant. Or maybe knowing. Because arrogance implies a greater sense of importance that doesn’t match actual abilities. And Roman most certainly has some sinfully delightful abilities. 

Their gazes are locked as he murmurs, “Goodnight, Solana.” She licks her lips, ready to return the parting term when he simply walks past her and out the door, closing it behind him.

It’s only then that she leans back against the wall, hands to her face, trying to process just what the hell just happened.

Because, truly, what the hell just happened?

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

The Mariachi Uso - Jhea

People’ id sing Beyoncé for: @spiicii @maineventabbey @acknowledge-reigns @xxwhatcouldhavebeenxx @love4brutality @isabella-2025 @minteagalaxea @cheappop

Jey wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose.

He was just vibing, humming “Play That Funky Music” to himself, ice bucket in hand… until he heard Dom’s stupid little whisper-voice echoing from around the corner.

“Yeah, bro. I hired the band already. She loves Selena. I’m having them do ‘I Could Fall In Love.’ It’s gonna be so romantic.”

Jey froze mid-step.

Dom kept going.

“I’m setting them up right outside her hotel window. Like old-school. Notebook vibes. I think after this, she’s gonna see me differently.”

Jey’s brain short-circuited. He dropped the ice bucket. Ice scattered across the carpet like emotional shrapnel.

Notebook vibes?!

Mariachi band?!

SELENA?!

That was a bold choice. Selena was sacred. That was power-move-tier music. That was not for a man with a rat tail and no beard.

Jey ducked back around the corner and yanked out his phone with trembling fingers.

THE BLOODLINE🩸

Jey: emergency

Jey: CODE RED

Jey: DOM IS SERENADING RHEA

Jey: A MARIACHI BAND

Jey: HE’S DOING SELENA

Jimmy: bro what

Sami: you okay??

Solo: tf kind of sidequest is that

Jey: he’s doing “I COULD FALL IN LOVE” OUTSIDE HER WINDOW

Roman: why do you care

Jey: because she’s MY girl

Roman: didn’t she hook up with you at her birthday party?

Jimmy: yeah u said she rode you like a monster truck

Sami: that was a direct quote

Solo: you made us high-five you

Jey: THAT’S NOT THE POINT

Jey: dom thinks he still has a chance

Jey: he still looks at her like she’s his soulmate and I can’t take that risk

Jey: HE’S USING SELENA. THIS IS WAR.

Jey: we can’t let this happen

Jey: if he wins emotionally he wins sexually! I can’t let that happen! She sucked the soul out of my dick…

Roman: tf do you need from us then

Jey: something that will make me do your laundry for a YEAR

Jimmy: hold up

Jimmy: like my sweaty gear bags??

Jey: yes

Jimmy: my fish taco socks??

Jey: YES

Solo: I’m listening

Sami: you don’t even do your own laundry

Jey: that’s why it’s a BIG OFFER

Roman: u better be dying

Jey: I AM. HEARTBREAK IS DEATH

Roman: what’s the plan

Jey: WE STEAL THE BAND

Solo: you want us to…

Jimmy: hijack a live mariachi band

Jey: YES. intercept them BEFORE they get to Rhea’s room. put on the outfits.

Jey: I’ll take lead. Sami sings. Solo holds the trumpet. Roman just stand there. intimidating. sexy.

Roman: u lucky I’m bored

Jimmy: Mariachi Uso boutta go platinum

Sami: I hope you know “I Could Fall In Love” has falsetto

Jey: I’ve BEEN in falsetto since Dom said “Notebook vibes”

—

8:37 PM

The van door slid open and five mariachi musicians stepped out, dressed to slay, instruments shining under the streetlights.

Jey adjusted his hoodie and stepped forward, nervous.

Before he could even open his mouth—

One of the band members gasped and shouted:

“¡ROMÁN REIGNS!”

The whole band lost it.

The violinist grabbed his phone. The trumpet guy dropped his mouthpiece. One of them literally pointed at Roman like he was seeing Cher and the Pope at the same time.

“El Jefe Tribal!”

“El Campeón más sexy!”

“Dios mío, es EL REIGNS.”

Roman blinked. “What the fuck?”

Jey whispered, “Uce… you’re over in Mexico.”

The leader of the band stepped forward, breathless.

“For you, Señor Reigns? We give you everything. Our jackets. Our instruments. Our souls.”

Roman shrugged. “Cool.”

Ten minutes later: Costumes exchanged. Guitars tuned. The real band is chilling in catering with backstage passes and a gift bag of Bloodline merch.

Jimmy was holding a vihuela like it was a baby.

Solo kept plucking one string and nodding like he understood music theory.

Sami was standing beside a man named Ernesto, getting a crash course in how to seduce vocally in A minor.

“Breathe like you love her,” Ernesto whispered, clutching Sami’s chest.

“I don’t love her,” Sami said.

“Then fake it, gringo.”

Meanwhile, Jey stood in front of the mirror of a parked SUV, adjusting the tight mariachi blazer over his chest.

“Okay,” one of the musicians asked, “what song do you want to perform?”

Jey didn’t hesitate.

“Young Forever. Beyoncé and Jay-Z.”

Jimmy choked. “Uce… that’s not even Mexican.”

Roman blinked. “That’s not even MARIA—”

“TRUST ME.”

Jey looked up at the hotel, wind hitting his mullet dramatically.

“This is about legacy. About love. About showing up and showing out.”

He held the mic like it was a promise and whispered:

“I’m Jay-Z. She’s Beyoncé. Dom is just a fan.”

—

Dom perked up, grinning like a kid who just got his Hogwarts letter, listening to the distant music,

“Hey… sounds like someone got you something.”

Rhea looked up from her phone, visibly annoyed. “Huh?”

“Outside. That’s probably the mariachi band I… a friend set up for you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You got me a band?”

Dom sat up straighter, puffing his chest. “You know… I mean… yeah.”

Rhea, already losing interest by the second, sighed and walked to the window. She cracked it open.

The sound hit instantly:

“Let’s dance in style,

Let’s dance for a while…”

Rhea squinted. “…is that Beyoncé ?”

Dom frowned. “What the fuck..”

He leaned over her shoulder.

“Heaven can wait, we’re only watching the skies

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst

Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?”

Jey, in a tight-ass mariachi jacket, was singing his heart out like he was fighting demons on the X Factor stage. Voice wobbling. Notes crumbling. Emotions high. It was the kind of performance that made you wince and root for him.

Dom’s face dropped. “That’s… that’s not my band…”

Rhea covered her mouth.

Not from emotion.

From laughter.

Because this was deranged.

Because Jey sounded like he was being waterboarded in falsetto.

Because she was obsessed.

And then—

“Let us die young or let us live forever

We don’t have the power, but we never say never

Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip

The music’s for the sad man…”

That’s when the rest of the Bloodline joined in:

“FOREVER YOUNG!!

I WANNA BE…

FOREVER YOUNG!!

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?!

FOREVER!

AND EVERRRR!!”

Jimmy doing backup vocals with too much hip.

Solo hitting wrong notes but full commitment.

Sami attempting to do an interpretive dance.

Roman in sunglasses, arms crossed, mouthing the words with zero passion but god-tier intimidation.

Dom stepped back from the window like he’d just watched his dreams get dropkicked by his own father.

“He… he STOLE my serenade!!!”

Rhea leaned further out the window.

“I think I like this version better.”

Dom’s face was stuck between shock, rage, and total public humiliation. He backed away from the window slowly.

“No. No no no. He did not just Beyoncé-block me with a mariachi remix.”

Rhea turned slightly. “I don’t remember asking you to do anything, Dom.”

That was the final nail.

Dom pulled out his phone, shaking with anger.

“Finn. JD. Damian. You at the gym?” He whispered angrily.

“Yeah?”

“They’re here. Outside Rhea’s window. The Bloodline. Playing music. Wearing mariachi suits. I need backup. Take them out.” Dom ordered silently.

“…be there in 3.”

Dom stormed out of the room like a man possessed. He didn’t even close the door behind him.

—

Jey was glowing. Sweating. His jacket was two buttons away from exploding off his chest. The crowd of random hotel guests that had formed on the lawn were cheering. He looked up at Rhea.

“Did you like it?” he called out breathlessly.

She smiled, leaning on the windowsill like goth version of Juliet in fishnets.

“You sounded like you were being choked by love… but yeah. I liked it.”

Jey clutched his chest. “Mami. I meant every word.”

And just as he opened his mouth to finally say it—

BANG.

The gym doors behind them flew open.

Damian Priest, Finn Bálor, and JD McDonagh stormed the courtyard like it was WarGames.

Finn pointed. “You stole our performance at her birthday!”

JD: “Now you’re ruining Dom’s chances.”

Jimmy: “Oh shit.”

Solo: “They’re in gym shorts. That means they’re serious.”

Jey turned to the others. “Uce—we got incoming.”

Sami ripped off his mariachi sash. “Battle-ready.”

Roman sighed. “Should’ve stayed inside.”

The Judgment Day charged.

Jey turned to Rhea one last time.

Breathless. Glowing. Finally brave.

“I LOVE YOU. I BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU. I FELL IN LOVE WHEN YOU HIT ME WITH THE BRIEFCASE ON ACCIDENT. I’D LET YOU DO IT AGAIN. OKAY BYE—”

And then he dropkicked JD straight into the violin stand.

The first dive was done by Solo, naturally.

He didn’t hesitate. No warning. Just sprinted toward Damian and shoulder-tackled him into the decorative fountain like a linebacker with anger issues.

SPLASH.

Damian came up soaked, mascara running, screaming in rage like an angry raccoon.

“YOU RUINED MY EYE LINER!”

From there?

All hell broke loose.

Jimmy picked up a mariachi guitar, screamed “THIS IS FOR SELENA” and smashed it over JD’s back, sending splinters everywhere. JD yelled in Irish and tried to suplex him into a bush.

Sami used a tambourine as a shield while Finn swung at him with a busted trumpet. Every time Sami blocked, it jingled like a Christmas fight scene.

“YOU STOLE OUR BAND!”

“YOU STOLE HIS GIRL!”

“WELL SHE STOLE MY HEART!!” Sami shouted, ducking a punch and spinning.

Roman just stood there, watching, sipping from someone’s left-behind mimosa, not even trying.

A little girl watching from a balcony whispered, “That’s the boss.”

Jey and Dom circled each other like two guys about to slapbox in a Walmart parking lot.

Dom yelled, “You always ruin everything for me!”

Jey yelled back, “YOU WERE GONNA RUIN SELENA!”

Then Dom lunged—and Jey tripped him with a trumpet case.

Dom went flying. Hit the fountain.

Landed on top of Damian.

Who screamed again.

“GET YOUR SOGGY ASS OFF ME!”

Meanwhile, Rhea watched from her window like a goth goddess surveying the fall of Rome.

She sipped her drink. “Idiots.”

A hotel manager stood below her window looking pale. “Ma’am… do you… know them?”

She nodded. “Biblically.”

The man walked away.

A tourist couple filmed everything on their iPad.

“Is this a flash mob?”

“No, I think it’s performance art.”

Eventually, the police showed up.

And then the fire department.

Rhea came downstairs.

In slippers. Hoodie. No makeup. Still the hottest person alive.

Everyone froze.

The Bloodline paused mid-fight.

Judgment Day groaned in defeat.

She walked up to Jey—now holding a mic stand like a battle spear—and kissed him.

Right there. In front of everyone.

Even Roman blinked.

Rhea pulled away and said: “That was the worst singing I’ve ever heard. I loved it.”

Jey beamed. “So uh… are we dating now?”

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

[billiegabbysyd]

Rhea and Billie haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together since their schedules don’t line up at the moment. Reader feels a little guilty to have both of their time all of the time, so she suggests Billie and Rhea spend some time together and go on a date to reconnect. When paparazzi photos pop up after their date, both the Rhea and Billie fandoms go crazy.

-🌺

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 (𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒙 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

cw: none. just fluff

you love your girlfriends with your everything. and they adored you just as much.

you are their whole world. they would do just about anything for you and lately you’ve been noticing how rhea and billie barely spend any time together alone.

the apartment you all shared was quiet, the theee of you were on the couch . your head laid on rhea’s lap as she played with your hair while the she watched one of her favorite movies, terrifier. your feet rested on billie’s lap. she had on her headphones as she wrote in her song notebook occasionally looking at the two of you smiling.

you tried to focus on the movie but you couldn’t stop staring at your girlfriends. rhea eventually took notice.

“you good,love?” she said looking down you.

“just thinking. rhe.”

“about?” rhea curiously replied.

you sat up, so you were sitting in between the loves of your life. billie noticed this taking off her headphones.

both of them stared at you waiting for you to speak.

you exhaled deeply before speaking, “i’ve been thinking about you two. y’all haven’t had much time alone lately unless it’s with me . between your tour and her album and me going back and forth between the both of you. it feels like you two are only with me and not really with each other.”

rhea frowned slightly, reassuring you. “that’s not your fault, love.”

“yeah we understand your concern.” billie chimed in.

“it’s just...i get both of you when you’re home. you don’t get each other much these days and that’s unfair.”

billie looked at rhea, who met her gaze. they both sat quietly for a moment.

then billie grinned. “so... you're telling us to go on a date?”

you chuckled. “yes. it’ll be a way for you to reconnect with each other.i’ll even help you two get ready if you want.”

rhea leaned back, arms behind her head. “i mean... she has been looking so hot lately.”

billie blushed. “shut up.”

you smiled at the way they looked at each other.

the next night they went out. an italian place. small and intimate. catching up with each other. billie talked about tour and writing songs about you and rhea. rhea talked about her favorite horror movies and possible storylines for her character.

as they were leaving. paparazzi swarmed taking pictures and asking questions. they were able to make it through and get home safely to you.

you sat of the couch waiting for them watching the internet blow up over your beautiful girlfriends.

@wrestlingteaqueen: omg!! can they stop being so cute!?🥺😮‍💨

@billieeilishupdates: billie’s looks so good with rhea! I wonder where their other gf is, she’s so cute.

@mamis#1fan: aww! their girlfriend is so lucky 🥺

you smiling as you scrolled, curled up on the same couch where the plan had started. billie and rhea came in, laughing and reminiscing about the night. billie tossed her shoes off immediately running to sit next to you.

“internet’s losing it,” you said, holding up your phone.

bhea flopped beside you. “i mean, can you blame them?”

billie curled into your other side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “you were right, baby. we needed that.”

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[mamisfavmosher]

Can I request poly! Judgement Day with a s/o who's a stationary enthusiastic? Never leave me alone in the stationary section at the drugstore because I will buy the entire world

thanks for the request!

stationary sweetheart // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

My eyes widened as I spotted the stationary section. All the bright colors, the pretty gels and inks, the various patterns printed onto sticky notes, the different textures of paper, the abundance of notebooks and notepads. All of it drew me in and I couldn't stop myself when my feet started moving closer and closer.

I slowly walked down the aisle, stopping multiple times to admire something. Coming to a halt, I looked around and realized that my four partners were no where to be seen. Furrowing my brows for a second, I shrugged and carried on browsing.

I gasped when I saw it. The prettiest pen I had ever laid my eyes on. The stick of the pen was wrapped in purple ribbon and purple feathers sprouted from the top. I carefully grabbed the pen and observed it in my grasp. Removing the cap, I scribbled lightly on a piece of sampling paper and immediately grinned. The ink was a beautiful purple gel.

Meanwhile, the other four members of the Judgment Day had been on one mission: get cough medicine. That was until they noticed their fifth member and beloved girlfriend was no longer following behind them. Rhea immediately started to panic, thinking of the worst. The four of them made quick work of spreading out through the store to search.

Back in the stationary section, I happily smirked as my eyes landed on the marker display. These were some of my favorites as my partners would usually let me color on their tattoos to waste time, so I'm always on the look out for new colors. I spotted a packet of pastel markers and another packet that had an 'under the sea' color palette. Holding both packets in my arms along with my purple pen, the various shades and patterns of sticky notes caught my eye. Wandering over to them, I inspected all the different prints and picked up a few packs. I knew we needed some more at the house, so my partners should understand.

A dark blur crossed the aisle opening in front of me before stopping and quickly backing up. "Sweetheart, we've been looking all over for you!" It was Dom. He walked over to me and chuckled at the sight of my arms filled with stationary goodies.

"Sorry, Dom Dom. I couldn't help myself! But, look!" I held out the pretty purple pen and moved it around so the feathers would tickle him.

"That's a real nice pen, chica, but you had Mami worried sick." Dom lectured, but gently smiled at me before I could defend myself. "Let me tell her I found you real quick." He pulled out his phone and sent her a text.

Before either of us had time to leave the aisle, Mami came barreling around the corner and swiftly walked over to us. "Baby, you can't just walk away from us like that! We had no idea where you went!" She said in an exasperated manner, her brows furrowed.

"Mami, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to look at all the pretty stuff... Plus, we're out of sticky notes at home." I held up one of the multiple packs of sticky notes in my arms and watched with a small smile as her resolve faded.

She sighed and shook her head before grabbing all of the items from my arms and putting them in her basket. "Well, thanks for getting the sticky notes, babe. Just let one of us know when you want to go down a specific aisle next time. You scared the hell out of me... thought something happened to you." She held out her hand for me to grab, which I did before proceeding to kiss her cheek. Rhea smirked down at me, then switched her attention to the two men jogging into the aisle. Damian and Finn were out of breath as they looked at me with pointed gazes.

"Don't worry, guys. Rhea and I already gave her the lecture." Dom chimed in, picking up a pack of Halloween stickers behind him and holding it up for me to see. "You want more stickers, too, baby?"

I gasped, "Yes!", snatching the stickers and throwing them in the basket.

"Lass, what do you need that many sticky notes for?" Finn eyed the contents of the basket and looked to me. I pulled the three packs out and held them up to him.

"This one's for whatever anyone wants, this one's for dates on the calendar, and this one's for me to leave little notes around the house for you all." I shyly smiled and gently put them back in the basket.

"You're too sweet, babygirl." Damian pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. "I better get the most lovey-dovey shit in those little notes." He said with raised eyebrows.

"Of course! The most lovey-dovey shit for all of you." I giggled and Damian attacked the side of my head with soft kisses.

He nuzzled my face into his chest. "Our sweet little angel. But, don't ever scare us like that again." His voice became stern.

"I won't, promise." They all gave me a quick kiss before we checked out and headed home to make good use of my new stationary goodies.

[magicalbuttertarts]

WWE Masterlist

Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: nothing.

WC: 458

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"Still isn't fair that I didn't get you for secret Santa." Jey grumbled as he crossed his arms as he looked at the gift in his hand.

Surprising it was his brother, Jimmy, who was his secret Santa and got him some new shoes.

"I will get you something nice for your birthday, how does that sound?" I asked, placing my hand on his cheek to try and get this man to smile.

He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "That doesn't help with the situation right now, Rhea." I just sighed and slapped his cheek.

"I'm gonna go and give her my gift."

I grabbed the box I had placed on my chair when I stood up.

I took a deep breath, and exhaled, now worried about the gift. Her and I don't know each other that well, as she started with the company only a few months ago.

But she seems friendly enough.

I could see her off in the corner, looking around for I guess who she got for secret Santa.

People stopped to talk to me, which I would stop and talk to them, but it was only smalltalk.

When I was finally in her eyes line, she smiled, making me smile.

"Rhea." I said her name right back.

"I got you for secret Santa." We both said to one another, us surprising the other one.

We sat down at a table.

"You go first." I informed her, as we switched gifts.

I watched as she excited ripped open the package, then she softly gasped as she looked at what I got her.

"Rhea, how did you know?" She gently picked up the blue leatherbound notebook. Her thumb rubbing over the engraved, silver initials of her name, in the bottom, right corner.

"I always see you writing, but I heard from a few people that you filled yours up, and just haven't got time to grab a new one, also, this one is refillable. Just have to order from the website."

"Thank you, Rhea. Now your turn." She excitedly said to me.

I opened the gift and almost choked on air when I saw what it was.

The Bose QuietComfort Ultra headphones.

"I know you jokingly said all you wanted was peace and quiet for Christmas one year, but Jey told me that your headphones broke, so I figures this would be the perfect gift."

I am too stunned to speak.

These are so expensive, but it was like she read my mind.

"My cousin works for Bose."

"Thank you." I beamed, not being able to keep the smile off my face, as I said, "Merry Christmas and happy holidays." To her.

"Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you as well, Rhea."

Damian Priest ♥︎ Willow Nightingale

Christmas 2024 taglist: @madhatterbri @missdesiree81

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @madhatterbri @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @tahiri-veyla

[usaigi]

you know what, I'm just going to hype my own fic. I'm going to post the next chapter on Monday 2/26 so until then I'm going to yap about it.

It's a Dimileth (plus Rhea) fic so unfortunately Shez doesn't play a huge role. But, I find their dynamic hilarious and had to include it somehow. I just think it would be funny for Shez to have such an intense one side rivalry with a girl who doesn't even know his name. Shez is over here writing "I hate the ashen demon" with little heart all over his notebook meanwhile Byleth is like "I hate to say it, I hope I don't sound ridiculous, I don't know who this man is. I mean, he could be walking down the street, I wouldn't… I won't know a thing. Sorry to this man."

[rhea-ripley]

I think my notebook died (or almost), and if that really happened I'm screwed 😭 because I use it for everything, from making Gifs/edits to college/studying things 🫠

I was going to start making Rhea Gifs. AHHH what sh*t 😞

[galactic-rhea]

"hm maybe the star wars hyperfixation is already leaving me!" I say and then I want to cry and scream and bite the walls over how happy Wald and Kitster were for Anakin when he won the pod race.

LIKE DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT? EVERYONE CHEERING UP BECAUSE THAT LITTLE ITTY SCRAWNY SMOL SLAVE WON AN IMPOSSIBLE DEATH RACE? THE ADULT PILOTS? THE WHOLE CROWD CHEERING FOR THAT KID??? AND HE DID IT TO HELP THREE WEIRD STRANGERS? AND WALD AND KITSTER WERE SO HAPPY FOR HIM.

But they're so small, and know nothing but harshness and all the abuse of being a slave and then Anakin gives them hope, it doesn't matter what happened after but for them? IT GAVE THEM HOPE, RIGHT THEREEE. I can't imagine how that must feel, you're a DAMN SLAVE, for your whole life which is just 9-10 years of life, there's nothing but dead, you have a damn bomb in your head and you have seen others head being exploded. And then your bestie who's also a slave wins the impossible in order to help strangers and in doing so he wins his freedom. That must be so amazing, like the excitement of seeing it happen? Of being there? How many times did your bestie almost explode? but then he won and escaped tatooine?

THEY'RE NINE.

Do you think Shmi thought of Anakin every time she saw Kitster and Wald running around and playing that they got to join Anakin and become a space wizards?

Ough OUhg i have feelings okay leave me alone i need to bite on my nails and eat paint

[cauldronofmorning]

Kim’s insecurities are not talked about enough like she’s so insecure that Jimmy needs a scam to stay interested, meanwhile the man was doodling “mr.jimmy wexler” in his notebook after they’d known each other for a week. like I don’t mean this in a “she’s too good for him” way but in a “she’s gorgeous and smart and funny and kind” way like it’s crazy that she thinks jimmy would ever leave her

oh definitely! I think mostly it's the fandom problem of only really paying attention to the loud man (not disparaging Bob here at all) when Rhea is so consistent with her expressions and ways of coping. she's his mirror, not too good for him.

[playghartrends]

Chasing My Frozen Wife (2025) – Full Movie Recap | A Haunting Love Story That Freezes and Melts Your Heart

Experience a heartfelt, emotionally rich recap of Chasing My Frozen Wife (2025) — a sci-fi romance that blends grief, love, and time in a spellbinding journey. Told from the lens of a passionate movie lover.

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❄️ Chasing My Frozen Wife (2025) – Full Movie Recap (Spoiler-Free!)

Yaar, some movies hit you straight in the heart... this one? It stayed there. I didn’t expect Chasing My Frozen Wife to hit me this hard. I thought it would be one of those high-concept sci-fi dramas, a little cold and distant. But nope — this movie is pure emotion wrapped in a futuristic premise. It's like if Inception met The Notebook, but with a desi soul.

🧊 The Premise That Hooks You Instantly

So, the story revolves around Veer, a genius but emotionally broken software engineer living in a near-future India. He’s the kind of guy who talks to his AI assistant more than people. Quiet, robotic on the outside… but internally? He’s drowning in grief. And the reason?

His wife, Rhea, is in cryogenic sleep. Frozen. Preserved. Gone, but not gone.

They had made a pact — if anything terminal ever happened to either of them, they’d opt for cryogenic preservation… a slim hope that someday medicine or technology could bring them back.

But when Rhea falls into a mysterious coma and the doctors fail, Veer makes the hardest decision of his life — and freezes her.

Now, years have passed. Science has moved on. But Veer hasn’t. He’s still stuck — mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Everyone tells him to move on. But he just… can’t. He’s chasing a ghost. Hence, the title.

💔 A Journey Through Frozen Time and Burning Love

This is not just a movie about futuristic tech or science. At its core, it's about love that refuses to die, even when the body does.

Veer starts working on a secret tech project, something he believes might bring Rhea back. But it's not that simple. He faces opposition — from authorities, from friends, from his own guilt. And throughout this emotional storm, the film constantly flashes back to their past — to Rhea's infectious laugh, their little fights, late-night chai dates, dancing in the rain...

I swear, these flashbacks are magic. They make you fall in love with Rhea just as Veer did. So when he breaks down in the present, you're crying with him.

🎭 Performances That Feel Too Real

The actor playing Veer? Outstanding. He doesn’t overact. His eyes do most of the talking — the despair, the longing, the guilt — it’s all there. You feel his madness, his obsession, and his love.

Rhea’s actress is radiant. Even though most of her screen time is in flashbacks or frozen stillness, when she is present, she lights up the frame. The chemistry between them is beautifully tragic.

Supporting characters like Veer’s best friend and Rhea’s sister are written with surprising depth. They’re not just filler — they challenge Veer, love him, fight with him. Just like real people.

🎥 Direction, Music, and Visuals – So Soothing, So Stirring

The direction is poetic. Some shots just stay with you. There’s this one moment where Veer walks alone in a snowstorm, the background score swelling… man, it broke me.

Speaking of music — the soundtrack is phenomenal. Minimalistic piano pieces during emotional scenes, soft indie tracks for the flashbacks, and complete silence during the most heartbreaking moments. That silence? Louder than words.

The visuals are stunning without being flashy. The future shown here isn’t full of flying cars and neon lights — it’s grounded, believable, and hauntingly beautiful. The freezing chamber scenes are especially mesmerizing — like time frozen in love.

🧠 Themes That Stay With You

Can love survive time?

Is letting go an act of love or betrayal?

How far would you go to bring someone back?

These are not just film questions — they hit you personally.

There’s a monologue by Veer near the end where he talks about how we don’t grieve for the dead, we grieve for the living parts of them inside us. That line? It gave me actual chills.

💬 Final Thoughts

Chasing My Frozen Wife is not your typical love story. It’s not a regular sci-fi flick either. It’s a love letter to grief, memory, and the hope that even in the coldest moments, love can still burn bright.

If you're someone who enjoys emotional, slow-burn films that make you feel deeply, then please watch this movie. Watch it with your partner. Or alone. But keep tissues handy.

And afterward, don’t be surprised if you sit in silence… just processing.

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⭐ Final Line?

“Some people chase dreams, some chase time. But I chased the only person who ever made time worth living.”

[thecelestiallegacies]

Start The First Gen Start This Gen Simmers for St. Jude

Back at school, everything felt dulled around the edges. Professor Parikh’s voice droned from the front of the classroom, each word dragging behind the last like wet laundry on a line. Rhea blinked hard, her third can of soda fizzing flat beside her notebook.

It didn’t help. Her brain felt wrapped in seaweed, still drifting somewhere just out of reach.

When the lunch bell finally rang, she exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for hours.

She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t in the mood for cafeteria noise. What she needed was spark.

Slipping away from the crowd, Rhea headed toward her locker and fished out a stash she’d nearly forgotten about — leftover fireworks from a prior act of spontaneous brilliance. She smiled to herself.

Moments later, while the rest of the school buzzed over plastic trays and gossip, Rhea stood in the courtyard, crouched low, lining up the fireworks in a neat, rebellious little row.

A flick of a lighter. A quick retreat.

Then — Bang. Crackle. Whistle.

The fireworks screamed to life in front of the school entrance, painting the gray afternoon in reds, purples, and golds.

Students scrambled to the windows. A few cheered. One teacher spilled their coffee.

Rhea stood off to the side, watching it all with her arms folded, a grin creeping across her face. She finally felt awake.

[thewizardmus]

Which WIP should I work on?

Till Death Do Us Part

Lucina trying to find Morgan who never showed up anywhere before Grima was killed, before getting stuck at Garreg Mach because Catherine and Rhea mistook Falchion for a Hero's Relic and her having an unknown Crest. Kinda like how Shez got blackmailed into joining the Officers Academy.

Morgan woke up in the desert with no memories, a cool knife, a tome she kinda knows how to use, and an empty stomach. Jeralt's Mercenaries take her in after watching her devour a entire sandstorm. She ends up eventually teaching the Golden Deer and her and Lucina continue to barely miss each other as Lucina gets more and more impatient with being stuck at Garreg Mach.

Hero Report with Encyclomedia

After being saved by Gentle from a quirkist Hero who didn't care if he killed Izuku, he somehow ends up hosting a hero review show on Gentles HeroTube channel, which ends up more popular than either Gentle or Izuku could ever imagine.

U.A'S T.A.

After his Hero Analysis notebook is found by some thug, Izuku and Inko are taken in by UA for protective custody, believing that their lives are in danger if villains(or the HPSC) find our about Izuku's analytical skills. Izuku, having had his dreams broken by All Might, doesn't believe he can still be a hero, despite being able to teach most the classes at UA by himself and spar with the third years without a Quirk. Himiko Toga takes Izuku's spot in the class as Stain's disciple, who Stain intends on having be the "true hero" that will off him.

Moth and Moon/ Shadow and Symbol

After abandoning Grima the moment that she's in the past, Morgan ends up hanging out around the Northern Fortress playing percussion to Corrin's piano/guitar/he picked up a lot of instruments he's BORED. Whenever Corrin tries to look at his mysterious drummer, Morgan bounces, coming back only when the music starts up again. Everyone in the Northern Fortress can hear the mystery percussion, Laslow calls it Corrin's woodpecker because he figured out who Morgan was and is kinda fine with it because he's pretty sure Morgan is his little sister. When eventually Corrin has to pick a side between Nohr and Hoshido, he tries to stand between Xander and Ryoma and nearly dies, and when he comes to, Morgan, who he's just seeing her face for the first time suggests that they trade places, she can't save her country, but she can try and save Corrin's, and vice versa.

Now Nohr and Hoshido aren't prepared for the war of Shadows Morgan is starting and Plegia will recieve a Symbol to rally around for the first time in a long long time.

[radicalshadow]

Journal Entries, Session 6a

08:03 - I’ve been given a scrap notebook and some pencils by my mother, who is alive. See below for a summary of what happened:

After conducting the ritual, I lived through another memory. More vivid than normal. I was fleeing on my Staraptor’s back–Team Galactic was falling. 

Over Route 2117, Mesprit ambushed me. The reason why I fell off of Staraptor that night–the reason why I am so broken is because of it. Mesprit cursed me. 

Mesprit cursed me, and it laughed.

I don’t blame it. Not after what I did to it. It’s a surprise that it was conscious, but its actions were warranted and justified.

I woke up to Rhea shaking me. She explains that I’m compromised. We make a plan to escape, but I realize that my journal and it are both missing. I put my mask back on, and ask Rhea about both items. She states that Harper has the journal, and Recreo’s Sneasel took it. I ask Master Cyrus for his assistance to retrieve the latter; I can replace a journal (as I have just done, thanks to Mother), but it is one-of-a-kind at the moment. He agrees that we shouldn’t leave it behind, and vanishes.

Master Cyrus returns. I leave my room, and meet the child. I manage to convince him to try and get my journal back. I hide in my room for now, however after a few minutes it’s evident that he’s unsuccessful.

I sneak over to the common area, and find Geno, Phoebe, and Hontono’s Mighthyena. I start talking to Geno about my missing journal; I have to speak in code due to Phoebe. Hontono’s Mighthyena leaves. Geno agrees to help me after I mention that it will be good training for him. We both begin to plan. My vision briefly distorts. My mother briefly appears in the back of the room. It appears that Geno and Phoebe have bonded–Phoebe doesn’t even question him when he asks her to hide in the bathroom. Geno asks me and Rhea if we are “villains”, due to my wearing a mask and the ‘G’ emblazoned on Rhea’s chest. I explain my past as Commander Mercury. He claims that I resolved some plot holes?. Regardless, we plan more openly now.

Geno sends out an Electrode to wait at the door to explode when it opens. We head outside. I send out Type: Null; we may have to fight. Geno recognizes it for what it is. He sends out some of his Pokemon, and Rhea sends out some of hers. Master Cyrus returns it to me, and I put it back on my ear. I warn him about Hontono’s Absol, and he backs away to safety. 

Geno freezes the back and emergency exits (I have to inform him of the latter). There’s an explosion–likely the Electrode. I know that I may need to rely on my harsher skillset, and so I choose to warn Geno and Rhea; it won’t do any good if they get rattled by my words. Geno is notably alright with this, bringing up what he had his Sharpedo do on Route 119. I also ask them if they have any revival items, as Grimoraunt had been knocked out when I woke up. Neither of them do.

We head over to the front exit of the RARAT, with Geno taking the lead. Everyone is gathered there. Geno surprises them by talking to Hontono normally, then suddenly commanding his Sharpedo to use Aqua Jet.

I step out to the open, so everyone can see me, and remove my mask. I’ll need my expression for this.

I threaten them. I threaten their safety, I threaten their wellbeing. I describe all the ways I can hurt them without a weapon. I explain that I can tear away everything and everyone they care about.

They get rattled.

It worked.

Hontono gives the group a pep talk. They get a little more moralized, but I can tell that they still dread what I said. I’ve made myself a monster in their eyes as well. Let them think that. It’s necessary.

Geno does not give them any more chances to recover, commanding his Ninetales to use Blizzard. A sizable number of the Pokemon fall, including Harper’s Blaziken. However, N steps forward, and proclaims that due to my words and actions I must be taken care of. He sends out his dragon–a Pokemon known as Reshiram–and commands it to use a move called Blue Flare.

Everything goes black. I’ve been hit, clearly.

I vaguely remember the sensation of the wind flowing around me as I fly on a Pokemon. In the distance, there’s the sound of a jet.

Eventually, I wake up.

I don’t know where I am, but it’s inside some sort of building. I’m on a cot. My Eevee is staring at me. He looks concerned. There are people talking outside, but I can’t make out what they say.

I don’t have time to focus on that, anyways.

Mother is here. Mother isn’t glitching anymore.

She’s sitting. Staring at me.

She apologizes to me: she had to flee Sinnoh.

Mother isn’t dead. Her name is Vespera.

We have the chance to talk. I start with orienting myself: she explains that we’re in Fallarbor Town. Apparently, she is traveling with Team Aqua, and this town is a common stopping point for them. It’s been twelve hours since I was hit by the Blue Flare.

I ask Mother if she had sought me out, but she states this was simply one of the times that Team Aqua was visiting the town–it was simply a coincidence. I’m not surprised. I express this; if she knows who I am, then it’s best to learn her motivations. Mother clarifies to me that she had been told not to see me by a man named Devoraba Cassius. The last name is familiar–it’s that of the family who used to live in the Old Chateau. Regardless, he had known that I was undercover.

Mother describes him as a “complicated, but generally good man” who is helping everyone –including her– with various problems. She goes on to explain what her problem is: Mother is cursed by Azelf. She is incapable of leaving an impact on the world. This includes minor things, like an inability to leave footprints or be seen by everyone, but also a more drastic measure: if Mother manages to affect the world, she gets shunted forwards in time. From her perspective, she has only been cursed for around six years. However, chronologically she is from the era when Sinnoh had been renamed to Sinnoh.

I connect that my birth must have triggered the latter effect of her curse. My prior treatment from Father is something that Mother claims she blames herself for. However, she did not anticipate how he had acted.

I make a decision: if Mother feels guilty for how my childhood turned out, then she may be made an ally. I still have my doubts about her sincerity, but considering the previous day’s developments I will need as much assistance as I can get. I have to endear myself to her, so I attempt to assure her that it isn't her fault. She herself claimed that she didn’t know that Father would treat me the way he did, after all, and she continuously emphasizes that she dislikes his actions towards me.

She’s quick to change the topic of conversation to Master Cyrus. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had used the topic of Father as a segway to start discussing him. Mother stresses her disapproval of Master Cyrus, and explains that his family has always been one that is cold and logic-focused. According to her, each generation gets more extreme.

Let him be cold and logic-focused. It’s the correct outlook on life.

Mother explains to me that we need all three aspects: knowledge, emotion, and willpower. Without one, humanity falls.

It’s nonsense.

Regardless, we’re silent for a few moments. Eventually, Mother breaks it, by mentioning that she was trying to watch me throughout my life. She knows what I was like as Commander Mercury, and what I’m like now. However, she’s confused as to how I changed. She didn’t know where I was these past five years, since I went into hiding.

I explain what Mesprit did to me.

Mother is silent as she absorbs this. 

Then she diverts the conversation. I would have done the same, frankly. It’s shameful thatShe brings the conversation back to Master Cyrus. She seems insistent to discuss him.

Regardless, Mother mentions that she’s upset that Master Cyrus raised me. She recognizes that I always had emotions (this is nonsense. I was complete, strong. Mesprit destroyed that), but Master Cyrus forced me to bury them deep down. She theorizes that all Mesprit did was resurface them.

She’s incorrect. Mesprit simply infected me.

Mother mentions that she’s… proud of me. She’s proud of my strength.

I’m not strong.

Not anymore.

I try to divert the conversation–I need to learn more about Mother, not the other way around. I mention that Father remarried, which she seems to accept. However, she does not let up talking about my situation.

Mother tells me that she wants to make sure that “this story has a good ending”. She understands that people want me dead, and so she wants to protect me. My initial thought is that this is prompted by her alleged guilt. I can’t see why she would feel so strongly for my safety otherwise; her protecting me puts her at risk.

Mother seems to notice me mulling this over. I’ll copy her response verbatim: “I don’t care that you’ve committed crimes against humanity. You’re my daughter.”

She either is trying to make me trust her, or is truly, sincerely guilty. I try to gauge which it is by warning her about the four legendary dragons that my new adversaries have, and that there is no doubt that Professor Rowan will be warned soon, if he hasn't already. Of course, this then means that Champion Cynthia will be alerted of my presence in Hoenn.

Mother does not seem perturbed, and instead mentions that she may be able to help; she knows the Champion’s grandmother. I’m unsure as to how this would help, but any potential angle of approach is worthy to explore.

Mother then mentions Master Cyrus again. More aptly, she brings up the fact that Master Cyrus is still accompanying me. I ask her how she knows: apparently, Devoraba is able to see him. At my inquiry, Mother provides a description, and I connect that Devoraba is the true name of Zagreus.

Mother then goes on to describe the Celestica people. She is one of them herself, describing herself to be as “pureblood Celestica as it gets”. Thus, I am half-Celestica. According to Mother, the Celestica are “the blessed people of Arceus”, with some being able to bond with legends. This has historically caused discrimination, leading to Devoraba’s goal: he wishes to protect the Celestica people, and is one of the bonded Celesticas. According to Mother, many of the ones who have gathered here are like him. 

The Celestica’s history included tragedies such as culling. Mother explains that this is why she was cursed; she is responsible for a small one.

Normally, the power to bond with the legendaries is more evenly split amongst the Celestica. However, as the generations grew smaller, this got less distributed. Thus, there are cases where a single person is able to forge a bond with a legendary Pokemon that is far stronger than even that of a trainer’s. Devoraba is one of these–namely, he is physically fused with Darkrai. Mother also states that he wants something from me, although she assures me that I would get something out of the exchange as well. I’m unsure what he would have to offer, but it couldn’t hurt to find out.

Our conversation moves on to the remnant of Team Galactic. Mother has met them in Dewford, apparently. Jupiter –who is going by Amelia, her real name– knows that she’s my mother. She… punched Mother because of this. I would have expected that from Cassidy, not Amelia. I even voice this surprise, which prompts Mother to admit that only Amelia knows of our relationship. She also states that Cassidy guards the outskirts of Dewford Town and trains a lot, however the training isn’t efficient. I can’t imagine she changed much, if at all, then, just as Devoraba mentioned back on Mt. Pyre. Mother also tells me that Roman is “nice now”, as his ego has been managed. I’ll believe when I see it.

We’re silent for a few moments again, but there’s a question that had been plaguing since we started talking. We fought in a tournament in Hearthome back when I was still a trainer. We were the finalists. Mother swept my team. I ask her why she battled me in the first place. She states that she didn’t recognize me, and that she needed the money to leave Sinnoh. I probably should have pressed as to why, but I had to focus on assuring her that she shouldn’t feel guilty for needing money herself.

Mother brings up something else, eventually: the reason why I look nothing like, and so much like Father. She theorizes it’s due to her curse. She can’t leave a lasting impression on the world, and that includes her own daughter’s appearance. It makes sense.

The conversation goes back to the discussion of curses from the Lake Guardians. Mother considers our shared situation ironic, and brings up that she’s lucky that she didn’t get cursed by Uxie. She can’t imagine how it would feel to have her personality effectively wiped due to losing her memories. I bring up that I know someone who suffered this fate, and mention Recreo.

Mother recognizes his name, and… panics. She sends out a Xatu from a unique-looking poke ball. Check the addendum for a description of this. She states that the Pokemon keeps her safe–it ensures that she won’t do anything that causes her to jump forward.

She initially struggles to figure out how to safely tell me about this. I encourage her to speak in code. If it’s important, it would be best to know.

She mentions that there may be someone behind the scenes. That Recreo’s existence implies something that, according to her, isn’t good.

At my inquiry, she states that Devoraba wouldn’t know about this.

Apparently, there is a man in Sinnoh. One who favored Recreo’s name. Mother met him once, and hated the interaction. She can’t say his name, but she does mention that there is a poem. One Recreo may know, but it isn’t as old as his normal interests: “There is a follower of the Renegade who wanders this world eternal, seeking his final damnation”.

Regardless, she determines that Recreo isn’t Cynthia’s cousin.

I would prefer to continue this line of conversation, but it seems like Mother can’t risk it, so I don’t. We’re silent for a little bit more again. I turn my attention to my Eevee, and ask her why he’s out of his poke ball. Mother states that he was trying to get out on his own, and so she helped him. She states that he was worried about me.

He shouldn’t be.

He also shouldn’t be out of his ball due to his still healing injury, and I tell Mother as much. However, she tells me to give him some slack. Encourages me to bond with my Eevee. She wants me to have a second chance at being a trainer.

It’s useless. That bridge is burnt.

I decide to ask Mother why I couldn’t see her during my time in Team Galactic, as she seemingly was still following me then. She believes it to be because of the lack of emotion there. 

It’s something to mull over another time. I ask her if she was on the RARAT yesterday, and she admits that she briefly teleported over to see me before fleeing again. I don’t understand her reason for this, but it’s not something I have time to dwell on, as she asks me what happened on the RARAT yesterday.

I start from the beginning of the situation: we were helping Regulus beneath Mt. Pyre. The mention of her name panics Mother, especially after I mention that Regulus got the Azure Flute and played it. She contacts someone on a pager, out of every possible method of commu. I continue my story, and mention Amaria. Mother recognizes the name, and states that she is one of the Five Sacred Swords of Johto. Considering the woman’s skill with the weapon and immortality, I suppose it fits.I then mention Grimoraunt, and the book that it’s possessing. Mother is relieved that I have it, as it’s part of a set of three: the Grimoires of Platinum, Diamond, and Pearl. Devoraba has the other two.

I continue my story after Mother assures me that I don’t need to give him my Pokemon. I wasn’t planning on it; I need as many battle-ready Pokemon as I can now that there are at least three skilled trainers in this region that are after me. 

I mention the ritual that I conducted. Mother gets concerned, and tells me how dangerous it is to use the magic in that book. I’ll keep it in mind; no need to take any unnecessary risks. I promise Mother as much as well.

After another minute or so of silence, I ask Mother why I can see Master Cyrus. I understand that mediums aren’t uncommon, and I had simply assumed that I was a weak one. However, Mother isn’t dead, so it seems unlikely that I was born with the ability. Mother has two theories:

It is simply because I am one of the ones closest to Master Cyrus. 

I am bonded to Mesprit due to my Celestica heritage.

The first one seems the most likely. I am Master Cyrus’ protege, and he practically raised me. However, it would be irresponsible of me to immediately write off the latter option; I have to prove that it is the case.

I ask Mother how people know if they’re tied to a legendary. She states that there are signs: inborn talents and abilities. Those with particularly strong signs were traditionally sent on journeys, but Devoraba now has machines that can determine someone’s aptitude.

I decide to ask Mother if she is tied to any legendary Pokemon. She is: Kyogre.

Mother realizes that I can mask emotions, and that Mesprit has taken a personal interest in me. She seems to be connecting something, but whatever it is feels like a stretch. I simply had to put on a brave face as a child, and practiced being able to act as part of my research in Team Galactic. Plus, Mesprit’s personal interest seems more like a personal vendetta. Along with Master Cyrus, and a few other scientists, I was personally responsible for creating the Red Chain. Mother likely was there to witness it; I don’t need to describe just why it would be furious at me.

This prompts her to bring up a possible solution to my curse: return it to Mesprit and beg for forgiveness. It’s not worth entertaining. Not only would it potentially not work, but it would require me returning to Sinnoh. Furthermore, it is still a useful asset and my last physical tie to Ma.

I voice that it would be dangerous for me to go to the Sinnoh Region, which Mother seems to accept. She mentions that someone she knows would like to return to the Sinnoh Region, but can’t: Devoraba’s little sister, Lucy. She apparently would like to see the snow again. I mention Mt. Chimney, and Mother states that she had brought that up as well. According to Lucy, it isn’t the same. Children can be so picky sometimes.

Mother appears to like Lucy, notably. She also claims that Devoraba is a good older brother.

Our conversation transitions over to Master Cyrus again. Mother claims that Master Cyrus is a hypocrite for feeling emotion. How can he have the goal of removing spirit from the world if it’s derived from his hatred of it? This isn’t hypocritical. Of course he’d dislike all the pain and hatred and strife that emotions bring. Anyone would. Anyone sane and reasonable, at least. Regardless, not only does she state that she can somehow make him cry (I have my doubts. I’ve never seen it happen), but she also claims that I would not have been so driven to work towards working for Team Galactic had it not been for the emotion driving his dream. According to Mother, every goal is dictated by emotion. It’s nonsense.

It’s now that I finally realize that Master Cyrus isn’t here. I try to look for him the best I can considering my injuries, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Mesprit’s curse reacts again.

Mother…

Hugs me.

My skin doesn’t crawl.

Mother leaves to get water after I stop making a fool of myself. She also recalls me mentioning my journal, and promises to look for something to write on. I use the time to check on my Eevee. It’s still unpleasant to engage in physical contact, but it isn’t as bad as it could be. Perhaps the ritual did work a little.

She returns eventually, with a bottle of water that she chilled, some pencils, and the notepad that I am now writing in.

Thus ends the summary. My coat is gray now, and I’m not wearing gloves.

08:10 - Mother is watching me and smiling. I ask her if she needs something, and she simply claims that she is happy to see me with clear eyes. Apparently, it was a blur when she would follow me throughout Team Galactic. Coat gray. Hands ungloved.

08:15 - Mother comments on the state of my body. Namely, she offers to hide what the Blue Flare did to me the best she could with the help of her Lapras. I deny the offer; the scarring should help hide my identity more. It should be useful, even in this region. I then bring up the Lapras, which is a very rare Pokemon. She states it was her first one, and that she is the only holder of a Laprasite that she knows of. I express surprise at the fact that Lapras can Mega Evolve; apparently, all fully evolved Pokemon are capable of the phenomenon. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

08:20 - Mother asks if I brush my hair. I respond in the negative; all I do is comb my fingers through it to prevent knots. She asks me if she can brush it. I don’t understand the purpose of this. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

08:25 - I bring up my half-brothers after the conversation goes back to the Silene family, and mention the age difference between us. Mother seems saddened by this, and offers me a ring–see addendum for description. I realize it's her wedding ring. She claims that it’s an heirloom from Father’s side; it can be traced back to Mollisima, of the Pearl Clan. She asks if I know of this history, and I state that I don’t; Father never taught me anything more than the very bare minimum. Mother mentions that if I want to, I can ask an expert in Rustboro. It seems unnecessary. I tell her she should keep the ring; I have no ties to my family aside from my name. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

08:30 - Our conversation goes to the Commanders. I tell Mother my base thoughts on the three of them, omitting Charon. He was barely a CommanMother is prompted to tell me that Amelia is Master Cyrus’ second cousin; her full name is Amelia Constancy. In retrospect, it does make some sense. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

08:33 - Mother states that she is glad that I grew into an intelligent woman with genuine skills, but not how I used those skills. I only did what I thought necessary for the greater good. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

08:40 - We discuss our method of transportation. Mother asks me if I get seasick, as we will be traveling by boat. I confirm that I do not. She informs me of Team Aqua’s culture. Based on her descriptions, they seem loud and infantile. She promises me that her own ship is much quieter, and I can stay on it if I would prefer. I will keep this in mind. She also says that she is excited to get to know me. She clearly already knows me plenty, however; especially if she has been following me for most of my life. I do not understand the purpCoat gray, hands ungloved.

08:50 - Devoraba teleports into the room that we are in; based on his proceeding interaction with Mother, I assume this is who she contacted on her pager. I greet him by his real name, and he tells me that I should call him Zagreus when we are among Team Grimoire. I do not fully understand his reasoning behind this alias, but at least I now know who he is obscuring his true name from. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:00 - Mother tells Devoraba what worried her: a follower of the Renegade has some sort of plan in Snowpoint City. She’s struggling to safely explain this, so I jump in and explain that Recreo may have something to do with Snowpoint Temple. Aside from Lake Acuity, it is the only true landmark of mythical note. Devoraba appears concerned by this, and he and Mother discuss the possibility that Recreo is someone’s son. I request clarification, which Devoraba gives: there is an immortal Celestica by the name of Volo who has attempted to become a god in the past. The concern these two share is warranted. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:15 - I confirm with Devoraba that my cover has been blown, and he promises to try and smooth things over with the Ruby Expedition Squad. I don’t blame them if they are too hateful of me, but the possibility of lowering the number of people who wish to have me arrested or dead by at least three is not something I will reject. I also mention my journal, and he states that he will try to get it back as well. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:20 - The conversation returns to Volo. Devoraba and Mother are both worried about him tampering with Regigigas’ seal. I remember that Father is a member of the Templesguard, or at least was. I don’t keep tabs on my family, so he may have retired. Regardless, he could have some sway no matter what, so I ask Mother if it would be useful to warn him. She denies this; Volo is apparently too powerful. Devoraba states that he is a manipulative, psychopathic man–even more so than when my research in Team Galactic was operating at its maximum efficiency. I inform them that at least knowing that someone is manipulative makes it easier to deal with them; consciously or not, our guards go up. This seems to comfort both of them a little. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:30 - I ask what Volo looks like, and Devoraba provides a brief description. See the addendum, but most notably he has Arceus’ hair. Devoraba claims it to be worse than Roman’s bun..? He must have changed his hairstyCoat gray, hands ungloved.

09:33 - Devoraba mentions that Regulus’ presence in Hoenn can be useful in preventing Volo’s plans from coming to fruition. I explain that she had gotten the Azure Flute, but he does not seem worried like Mother had. He claims that this is a good thing; it means that Volo has to fight something that stands between him and godhood. I mention that Regulus is dangerous, and Devoraba states that her selfishness makes it easy to control her. This could be a threat still, especially if Volo recognizes that very flaw in her. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:40 - Devoraba promises to Mother that he will ensure that Snowpoint is scouted and monitored, and then leaves. Mother and I briefly discuss the conversation, and Devoraba himself. She claims that he is stretching himself too thin. I gathered as much based on her description of him previously and his demeanor. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:45 - We are silent for a few moments, but Mother eventually speaks up. She mentions a coincidence that she finds humorous: she was a doctor, and I turned out the way I did. I suppose there is an ironic coincidence there.I mention that I have only done what I thought would help people. Mother appears to not only accept this mindset, but be relieved by it. Was she worried that I was a sadist?I thank her for healing me; regardless of the guilt she claims to have, she had no need to do such a thing. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:50 - We discuss Team Grimoire. Mother brings up the topic of Amelia again, and states that she cares for me. Of course Amelia does; she has use for me. Mother claims that I am incorrect, and her reasoning is far simpler–that she sees me as a sister. Her evidence for this is when Amelia first cut my hair. I remember the day; she had taken care to remove all of the mats while still ensuring it was properly styled. Her argument is meaningless; Amelia did not shave my head due to the ability to avoid the cost of a wig. We don’t have a bond–our relationship is that of coworkers at best, and lieutenant and subordinate at worst. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

09:57 - Mother asks if I would like her to heal the scars on my face. They must be gruesome enough to warrant this question, along with her point that I should be allowed to feel comfortable with my appearance. If they are extensive, then it may be useful in concealing my identity. I refuse her offer. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:00 - Mother asks if I am alright to go. I confirm that I am, and stand. She warns me to take it easy, as my joints are still healing, and I promise her that I will. This hasn’t been the first time that I’ve suffered severe burns. We leave the house, with Mother leading the way. I return my Eevee to his poke ball before I go, and Mother asks if he has a nickname. I mention that Harper gave him one, but I don’t see the point in using it. I’m not putting up any sort of act that would require it right now. See addendum for description of the town. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:03 - As we walk, Mother mentions the possibility of teaching Return to my Eevee. She claims that it’s a powerful move, so it could be useful. I first point out that it’s a ™ move, but Mother informs me that Team Grimiore has TMs. I follow up my argument with the fact that I have no reason to forge the sort of bond that Return requires to be effective. Mother has nothing to say about this. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:10 - We’ve reached the dock–see addendum for description. There’s a man standing on it (see addendum for description). Mother talks to him, and he questions if she’s done caring for the “gruesome burn victim”. This is obviously me. Mother takes offense?, assumedly due to it being an insult to her healing ability. Regardless, I introduce myself to the man, and learn that his name is Archie–the former leader of Team Aqua. His response to me calling myself ‘Vivian’ is thus: “that’s a name”. It indeed is a name. He seems to be a simple man. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:20 - Mother tells him to set sail for Dewford Town, with a potential stop in Rustboro City. Archie expresses disappointment in this, as she never lets him “do anything fun”. Mother points out that his idea of fun is dangerous, and Archie argues that it would be a “big macho moment”. He apparently wants to punch Groudon. I fail to see the feasibility of this plan. Mother explains that Groudon would be on the land, which Archie proceeds to claim is his mortal enemy. This is noted, in case he is ever made an adversary. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:25 - Mother informs Archie that I am her daughter. Archie does not seem to be able to understand the possibility of this, and instead heads onto his ship. Mother leads me aboard hers–see addendum for description. I offer to help her, even if I do not know how to sail, but she tells me I should prioritize resting and healing. I’ll find another way to make myself useful. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:35 - Mother starts ordering her crew. They all appear to respect her. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:40 - Type: Null is missing from their poke ball. I have to find Geno. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:43 - Geno is below deck, talking to some of the pirates. I wait for him to be done, and then ask him where my Pokemon is. He states that he weaponized the fact that the RKS System makes Type: Null insane, as Hontono’s Latios had Mega Evolved to chase us and there was still the Reshiram. He seems genuinely guilty about leaving my Pokemon behind, and comes up with a convoluted plan to get them back. I point out that I can just send someone in to retrieve them; we’re headed to the remnants of Team Galactic. He doesn’t argue. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

10:50 - Geno asks me what I know about Paldea and Galar, and so I describe my understanding of their traditions (which he calls “gimmicks”) and events. He then manages to locate a Good Rod (he rejects an offered Old Rod), and states that he will be doing some fishing while we are here. He even offers to catch me a Pokemon, seeing as he abandoned mine. I’ll have to consider it. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

11:00 - I bring up the fact that Geno appears to view this all as a game, and specifically mention what he did at Route 119. The point I make for him is that it’s inefficient to kill off the local wild population; it means you can’t go back and train against them later. He seems to accept this. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

11:04 - At my request, Geno starts describing what he noticed about this world in relation to the gamified versions that he played. He’s offered to teach me what he knows, and begins with something he calls “load zones”. See addendum for his explanation, but he’s used them to catch a Feebas. His knowledge could be useful. It’s good that he’s here, and not with the Expedition Squad. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

11:08 - Geno continues by describing the uses of fighting certain Pokemon. For example, defeating Spinda can make a Pokemon’s special attacks stronger. He mentions his frustration with getting Ice Types to be lethal, however. I offer to assist him with that issue; there’s no use in holding back when doing so would only be damaging to our progress. He accepts. Coat gray, hands ungloved.11:16 - We start discussing my near-death experience with Reshiram’s Blue Flare. Coat gray, hands ungloved.

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