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Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus, Monique, Felix Renton, Wade Load, Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible, Jim and Tim Possible, Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable, Bonnie Rockwaller, Josh Mankey, and Tara are characters from the Kim Possible show, created by Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley, owned and copyright © by the Walt Disney Company. The story takes place during Spring vacation of Kim and Ron’s sophomore year of college, nearly three years after “So the Drama.” This story © 2006 by cloudmonet.

“Hey, Bonnie, glad you could make it,” Kim Possible said pleasantly as she opened the front door to the Possible home to let her in.

Bonnie Rockwaller looked at Kim’s eyes briefly, then looked down at the small white box with a bow in her hands, tried to smile, and felt the tears welling in her eyes. “Con- congratulations,” she said.

“Bonnie, what’s wrong?” Kim asked, cautiously reaching for her hand.

“Nothing,” Bonnie replied, pulling her hand away to rub her eyes. “You know what drives me crazy about you?”

Kim hesitated, then asked “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, ever since we both graduated you’ve been nothing but nice to me,” Bonnie said, looking into Kim’s eyes for a moment. “I thought you were just being polite. I don’t understand why you don’t hate me. Of all the people who don’t deserve to come to your wedding! My jaw dropped when I got the invitation. You really want to be friends! So why don’t I like you? Am I just jealing, cause you still always get what you want, like my sisters, and I don’t?”

“Let’s put the high school rivalry behind us,” said Kim. “Please? That was a long time ago.”

“I find myself thinking, you’re getting married tomorrow and I don’t even have a boyfriend. It’s just not fair. I know I’m being stupid.”

“Bonnie, honestly, I want you to be happy.”

“Kim—” Bonnie said, hugging her while fighting back the tears. “This shouldn’t be about me. This is your party.” She stepped backward from Kim and briefly held one of her hands. “I’m okay.”

Kim led Bonnie into the living room, where the sectional couches and a number of chairs were arranged in a rough circle, filled with a bunch of girls and young women. “I think you know just about everyone here. This is my cousin from Montana, Joss Possible. This is my friend from high school, Bonnie Rockwaller.”

Joss, wearing a cowgirl shirt and Los Tauros cowboy boots with her jeans, stood out a bit from the other girls. “Howdy, Bonnie,” she said with a Montana twang. “You wouldn’t by any chance be the Bonnie who helped Kim foil Professor Dementor when he tried to use the electrostatic thang to—”

“She’s the one,” said Kim.

“Oh, right, the bad-accent guy with the red flashlight. Uh, no big!” Bonnie said, then whispered to Kim, “That’s what I’m supposed to say, right?”

“Let’s hope she doesn’t bring up the incident with Drakken’s clones,” Kim whispered back.

“And were you the Bonnie who—”

“The one and only Bonnie,” Kim interrupted.

“Cept of course when Dr. Drakken cloned her,” said Joss. “Of course, they weren’t actually clones, but syntho-chemical duplicates that melted when you sprayed them with soda.”

“Joss is somewhat an authority on my past adventures,” Kim told Bonnie.

“Well, I know ’bout some of your new ones,” said Joss. “You busted Gonzales and Monkey Fist and saved a cruise ship from terrorists and some oil drillers from a blizzard and Lisa Tudor’s private jet. I’d sure like to hear more.”

Kim sighed. “Maybe tonight, Joss.”

“Ya promise?”

“Sure,” Kim said, “and this is Belinda Brockmeyer, my friend from college. She’s—”

“Felix Renton’s girlfriend,” said Monique.

“Hey,” said Bonnie.

“Welcome,” said Belinda.

“As the bride’s best friend, well, not counting the groom, I have appointed myself mistress of gossip,” Monique said. “You may, of course, refuse to answer any of my questions, or lie like a rug, but we’ll know and giggle at you if you do. So, first of all, who’s married? Raise your hand if you are.”

Nobody did.

“All right, then, who’s engaged?”

Kim, Tara, and Hope raised their hands.

“Really?” Kim asked, and Hope smiled.

“His name’s Arthur Melbourne, and he’s a architecture major. He’s about my height, with curly brown hair.”

“All right, who’s got boyfriends?” asked Monique.

All the college girls except Monique and Bonnie raised their hands, and to Kim’s surprise, Joss raised her hand too. Katie and Jill, the two girls hanging around with Kim’s twin brothers, sort of half raised their hands, and moved them up and down.

“This means not exactly,” Katie explained, “but sorta.”

“I’ve been there, believe me,” said Kim.

“I’m not supposed to have a boyfriend, but I do,” said Joss. “His name’s Matt, he’s a ranch hand and he’s a few years older than me. I’m almost seventeen though, old enough. We fight crime together sometimes.”

“Really?” asked Kim.

“Caught some fossil poachers, and busted a weird cult led by a mad scientist. That’s ’bout all.”

“You foiled a mad scientist?”

“Well, he had this drug lab, but what he made didn’t just make people high or wasted. They tripped out and then they obeyed him, like Drakken’s shampoo made people do, so I figure he’s a mad scientist.”

“How’d you foil him?” Kim asked.

“Pretty much like you and Ron. Matt and I dressed in black, busted in the compound quiet-like, fixed the guns and bombs with blue foam, then kung-fu’d the tough guys.”

“Where’d you get blue foam?”

“I made it in chem lab,” Joss said. “Got the formula off the internet. And look!” She pulled a communicator from her pocket and showed it to Kim. “I just got this from Wade. I’m a real free agent now, just like you. I’m number eleven if you ever want to call me or need my help.”

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“Maybe you’d think I’m too young,” said Joss. “But I’m older than you were when you started.”

“Maybe Ron and I can visit you sometime and show you and Matt some moves,” said Kim.

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Well, mistress of gossip,” Belinda said. “Are you going to ask our blushing bride any questions about the man of her dreams?”

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

“What do you think, girls?” Monique asked. “Is there anything we don’t already know?”

“I’ll do it,” said Tara. “When did you meet Ron?”

“It was September, 1991,” Kim replied “I was four and a half. He’d just turned five. My mom told me I’d make a friend at the preschool. They had this little climbing thing with swings and a tube slide. He just started talking to me. He was funny.”

“When was your first date?”

“Oh boy,” said Kim, “there’s so many possible answers to that. I remember when we were about six. We were playing with some boxes in Ron’s back yard, pretending we were teenagers on a date.”

“Pretending doesn’t count,” said Bonnie.

“We really were holding hands and eye-gazing,” said Kim. “When we were nine we were always going to Bueno Nacho and movie matinees together. It kind of felt like dating. Sometimes we talked about getting married when we grew up. I’m not sure when we stopped talking like that or why. ”

“You always told me Ron was just your friend,” said Bonnie.

“I tried to put him in that place, but he didn’t quite fit,” said Kim. “In retaliation, I guess, he did the same thing to me, but I didn’t quite fit either.”

“Did we keep you guys apart, me and the other cheerleaders?” Bonnie asked.

“For awhile,” said Kim. “Maybe we could say the Middleton Days festival was my first date with Ron. It was the first time we really kissed. Okay, I had the moodulator stuck on my neck set to ‘love,’ but there wasn’t anything I did that I wanted to disown afterwards. Of course, the last dance of the Junior Prom was unquestionably a date.”

“You spent most of the song kissing,” said Bonnie. “I was so jealous. Brick hardly danced with me the whole night.”

“Who picked the song?” Kim asked.

“I did,” said Monique.

“I downloaded ‘Could it Be’ the next morning, and played it over and over. That song was exactly what I was feeling. I called Ron. He said he was about to call me. He wasn’t even that bummed that Bueno Nacho was closed. It would only be closed for a week, but we didn’t know that. We walked through the park holding hands, talking about everything, trying to make a plan for our lives. We never wanted to let anybody or anything come between us again. We applied to the same colleges, and went to the best one that accepted Ron.”

“Who said ‘I love you’ first?” asked Tara.

“I did,” said Kim. “It was one of the first things I said while we were walking in the park. I told him, ‘I never thought I’d get nervous and giggly around you, but my heart’s all pounding and— You know I love you, right?’ and he said, ‘Yeah, and I love you, too. I’ve always loved you.’ ”

“The first thing I saw in Ron’s eyes was you,” Belinda said. “A strong, beautiful spirit with emerald eyes and hair like rivers of fire.”

“You gave him a reading?” asked Kim. “He didn’t tell me about that.”

“Felix and I came to your room— Ron’s room, I mean, while you and Monique were shopping for your dress.”

“You’re psychic?” asked Bonnie. “What do you charge?”

“I don’t use my gift that way.” Belinda pressed her hands together and bowed her head. “If reading you or healing you feels like the right thing for me to do, I’ll do it. This isn’t the time. Maybe Wednesday or Thursday.”

“Belinda let something slip,” said Tara. “What’s this your room , Ron’s room ambiguity about, Kim?”

“As mistress of gossip, I’m ruling that question out of bounds,” said Monique.

“Oooohhh!” said a chorus of voices.

“There won’t be any ambiguity after tomorrow,” said Kim.

“You didn’t ask how Ron proposed,” Belinda told Tara.

“Okay, how?” Tara asked.

“After we graduated, Ron and I went to Africa together. There was a famine in the Central Congo, mostly because a really nasty government and some equally nasty revolutionaries were fighting it out, but we didn’t know this. We were just trying to distribute food from the UN. That’s where we met Luther Tully, the minister who’s doing our wedding ceremony tomorrow. Anyway, Ron and I shared our own tent— nobody separates us or we don’t go! Frankly, I was a little scared. A squad of henchmen I can handle, no big. A whole army, government or rebel, that’s a different story. So Ron and I were in this little dome tent every night, sleeping in our underwear on top of the sleeping bags instead of inside ’em because it was so hot—”

“Whoa— time out!” said Monique. “When you first did, you know, was not the question.”

“Well, yeah, I’m afraid so,” Kim replied, “because it was right when we were about to, you know, that Ron paused and said, ‘We’re gonna get married, aren’t we?’ and I’m all, ‘yeah,’ and I started kissing him again. I’m so glad we were also distributing birth control stuff. I used some. But then Luther badmouthed a corrupt general for being corrupt— never, never do this if you’re in the same country as the general— and we had to help Luther get away. Ron won’t let me say, ‘it was no big,’ about that adventure.”

“When did Ron give you the ring?” asked Tara.

“Later that summer,” said Kim. “We were at this seafood restaurant with a view of the ocean in a little town on the Oregon coast. I was wearing my junior prom dress— was that appropriate or what? Nana cut off the part the robot burned and hemmed it for me. And Ron was wearing that red and black shirt— by this time it was really worn out. And he took out a little box and I went all shaky, heart in my throat. He shows me the ring, drops on his knees, all ‘Will you marry me?’ and I’ve got this big smile that won’t stop. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ ”

“It’s really happening, Anna,” said James. “Kimmie’s getting married.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Anna replied.

“I know it is. I just can’t sleep.”

“I could try wearing you out,” Anna whispered, wiggling against him. “This is reminding me of how I felt when I was the one in the white dress with the veil. We had a lot of fun that week.”

“Well, I—” James began saying, but then Anna’s lips were on his, and her hands were unbuttoning his pajama shirt.

The alarm rang. Anna reached for her robe and slipped it on. James groaned. “I’ll go make your coffee, dear,” Anna said, putting on her slippers and going downstairs to the kitchen.

Kim was there in her pajamas, pouring milk on a bowl of cereal. “Morning, Mom,” she said. “You know what?”

“What?” Anna asked.

“I’m getting married today, and I want you to come, so hurry up with your breakfast.”

Anna put on the coffee water, and took out the frying pan. “I’ve got time to make omelets and bacon, don’t I?”

“You’re gonna give Dad a heart attack or stroke, feeding him stuff like that,” said Kim. “I know he likes it, but think of his arteries!”

Anna looked at the frying pan, and back at Kim, and took a box of instant oatmeal packages down from the cupboard. “I’ll say we don’t have enough time,” she whispered.

“Enough time for what?” asked Tim, walking into the kitchen.

“What’s for breakfast?” asked Jim.

“Oatmeal or cold cereal,” said Kim. “I made a pitcher of orange juice, too.”

“Thanks,” said Jim. “Happy wedding day.”

“I’m liking it already,” said Kim.

At that moment Joss bounced into the room in flannel pajamas, saying, “Mornin’ everybody! Ya all excited, Kim? Cause I am!”

Kim smiled. “Well, yeah.”

“Okay, Mom, I’m ready,” Kim said, and Anna walked up the stairs from the hallway to the middle of Kim’s floor. Kim was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding up the front of her wedding gown. “Can you zip me up? Be careful. It’s stuck a little bit.”

“Stand up and pull in your tummy,” Anna said, kneeling behind her daughter and wiggling the zipper. “Okay it’s moving. There it goes! Let me get the clasp. It’s hard for me to believe you found a dress that’s tight on you! Can you breathe?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” she said, turning to one side then the other in front of her big mirror and watching the skirt sway back and forth. “How do I look?”

“It’s a beautiful gown and you’re a beautiful girl,” Anna replied.

James sat on the box at the foot of Kim’s bed, wearing a gray suit with a white shirt and a blue tie with diagonal stripes. “Just want to make sure my tie passes inspection,” he said. “You have been known to make complaints.”

“It’s fine, Dad,” Kim said. She was sitting in her desk chair while Anna put dried white flowers in her hair, sticking the stems through the veil.

“I got my dress pre-approved last night,” Anna said with a wink.

“Can I come up?” asked Joss.

“Sure,” said Kim.

“I love this dress,” Joss said, hoisting the pink skirt to climb the stairs. “Could you take a picture, so I can email it to Matt? His jaw’s just gonna drop when he sees how pretty I look.”

Coming behind Joss at a much slower pace was James’ mother, Nana Possible. “Oh, don’t you both look beautiful!” she said, breathing a little raggedly. “I’m so glad I lived to see this happy day.”

James moved to his mother’s side and helped her up the last couple of steps. “I wish you’d stay off these stairs, Mom,” he said. “You wouldn’t want to fall.”

“Oh nonsense, Jimmy, I’m fine,” she protested, sitting on the side of the bed. Anna was almost finished with Kim’s white flowers. “You look like an angel of springtime, Kimberly,” Nana said with a smile.

“Joss, you can take a self-portrait with your communicator and beam it to Matt’s email,” Kim suggested.

“I didn’t think of that!” she said, pulling it out of her bag, pressing buttons, holding still and smiling.

“Joss, Mother, you all up there?” said Joss’s father, Slim. “It’s ’bout time for us to mosey on to the weddin’ chapel.”

“’Kay, Dad, we’re comin’ down,” said Joss, taking Nana’s hand and helping her down the stairs.

“Are Jim and Tim going with us or them?” Kim asked her mom.

“I think they’re going with Uncle Slim, but we’ll check their room on the way out.” Mom replied.

“Are you done with the flowers?” Kim asked.

Anna handed her a hand mirror.

“Thanks, Mom, that looks really pretty. Well—”

“This is it,” said Dad. “You’re getting married.”

“Look at that smile,” said Mom. “Did you ever see anyone so happy?”

“I’ll be a lot happier when I’m with Ron again,” said Kim. “I really missed him yesterday.”

“You should’ve woke me sooner!” Ron said.

“I thought you set your alarm,” said Judith, his mom.

“I left my alarm in my dorm room. I told you this last night.”

“Well, I made pancakes for you.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“I thought I’d at least send you off to your new life with a good breakfast. I know she’s no cook.”

Ron sighed and got out of bed. He went to the kitchen in his pajamas, poured maple syrup on his pancakes, and started wolfing them down. Rufus hopped off his shoulder and joined in.

Ron’s parents were talking as they entered the kitchen.

“Okay, she’s not Jewish and you’re getting married in a church, but she fights terrorists, and how many nice Jewish girls can do that, so I should be happy.”

“You should be happy, Judy,” said Don, putting on his suit jacket and tightening his tie. “Kim saved our lives. She made Ron a hero, too.”

“Does this mean you’re converting?” Judith asked Ron.

“Don’t think so,” he replied. “We’ll celebrate everything, okay? Don’t worry about it. The minister’s a great guy. We met him at the famine and saved him from the general. He’s fine with me being Jewish. So’s Kim.”

“You worry too much, Judy,” said Don.

“Of course I worry. Someone has to worry.”

“Let me eat my pancakes,” said Ron. “Oh, Rufus, you’re getting all sticky!”

“Yum!” the little molerat said.

Donald parked the car in the parking lot of the Foothills Chapel, which was already pretty filled up.

“We were supposed to be here by eleven. It’s eleven fifteen!” said Ron.

“You can’t blame me for Rufus getting sticky,” said Judith. “So where do we sit?”

“In the front row,” said Don.

“I know that. What side?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

Ron got out of the car. His mom fussed over his tuxedo coat.

“I don’t know why you like black,” she said. “It shows off your dandruff.”

“Judy, let the boy get married already.”

“So, I go in and sit down in front, and as soon as the organist plays the wedding march, you come in together,” said Anna.

“See, it’s really simple, Dad,” said Kim, taking the bouquet of blue flowers from her mom. “It’s no big we couldn’t do a rehearsal.”

“I guess,” he said.

Anna opened the front door to the church and walked in. Kim and James walked up the steps to the porch. The sign said, “Tuesday, April 10, 11 AM, Stoppable/Possible,” but it was already 11:30.

The organist played a few bars of introduction before starting the wedding march melody. “Let’s go,” said Kim, and her father opened the door.

The church was a beautiful building, light and airy looking, with steep wooden rafters, stained glass windows, soft red carpeting, and oak pews filled with friends and family.

There was Ron at the altar, wearing a black tux with a white tie, with Wade and Felix, in similar formal wear. Wade was slightly taller than Ron now. Felix, as always, sat on his cyber-robotic wheelchair. Monique and Joss stood beside each other in their pink bridesmaid’s dresses, and Luther Tully, a young black minister wearing a black robe, smiled down at Kim and pointed to the left as she and her dad reached the front of the aisle.

Kim went up the narrow steps first, followed by James. She took his arm again as he led her over toward Ron, who had the biggest smile on his face. James, on the other hand, seemed to be fighting back a tear as he took Kim’s hand and placed it in Ron’s, but then he chuckled when he saw Rufus top of Ron’s head.

“I’m sure you’ll take good care of her, Ronald,” he said. “You always have made her happy.”

He wiped the tear from his eye as he walked down the steps to sit beside Anna, who was absolutely beaming with delight. “Aren’t they perfect?” she whispered to him.

James took her hand and nodded his head, trembling a little bit, looking at Joss, Monique, Kim, Ron, Wade, and Felix. He looked over his shoulder at the second pew, where Jim and Tim were both holding communicators, silently pressing buttons. Tim made a silence gesture with his finger to his lips.

Luther Tully moved to the center, facing the audience, Kim and Ron turned to face him, and the bridesmaids and groomsmen moved back a couple of steps.

“Let me take just a moment to tell you all how honored I am to be asked to perform this marriage ceremony for these two very special people, Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible, without whose help many poor African people might have died in the terrible famine of the year before last, and without whose wisdom and help—” here he dropped his voice from oratory to conversational tones— “I might not be alive either. Okay, Kim, it was no big. I won’t say any more about it.”

A chuckle rippled through the assembled.

Luther began reciting the ceremony from memory, with passion and conviction, but he came to the point much sooner than Kim expected:

“Do you, Ronald, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, cleaving to her and forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” said Ron, looking into Kim’s eyes.

“Do you, Kimberly Ann, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, cleaving to him and forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do!” Kim cried out with a loud, clear voice.

Luther Tully opened a small velvet box with two gold rings inside. Kim took the larger one and put it on Ron’s left ring finger. She took off her engagement ring. Ron put the smaller wedding ring on her finger, and she put the engagement ring back.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Kim tilted her head, closed her eyes, and embraced Ron as he embraced her, feeling the sweetness of his kiss, and not wanting it to ever end.

“Okay, ladies,” Kim said, standing on the front porch of the chapel. “I’m gonna turn my back, just to not show any prejudice, so are you ready? Good luck!”

Facing the front door of the church, she tossed the bouquet of blue flowers over her head, and twirled around to see the flowers in the hands of a smiling Bonnie. Joss, who was standing near her, looked slightly disappointed, but smiled and shook Bonnie’s hand. Then Bonnie did something totally unexpected, if not completely out of character. She unwrapped the binding of the bouquet’s stems, and gave a flower to Joss, another to Monique, to Hope, Jill, Katie, Tara, Belinda. By coincidence, or as Belinda said later, karmic plan, there were exactly enough flowers in the bouquet for Bonnie to give one to every girl, and keep one for herself.

The reception was held in the restaurant and dance hall of the Lake Middleton Resort. In the warm sunlight of the afternoon, most of the guests sat out on the balcony overlooking the lake, eating dinner and wedding cake. Cameras flashed at any moment of significance.

Wade was at the reception long enough for dinner and cake. Then he moved to a corner to discuss something with the Tweebs, and after a bit of casual conversation with Monique and her older brother, he excused himself.

“There isn’t any problem, is there?” Kim asked him.

“Nothing that needs your attention,” Wade replied. “I haven’t even had to call Yori. It’s all been stuff regular law enforcement can handle. I just want to go back to the lab, run some searches that are hard to do by remote, follow my hunches.”

Kim smiled and shook Wade’s hand. “I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. Working together with you is one of the best choices I ever made.”

“You’re a wonderful girl, Kim,” he replied, and looked at Ron standing next to her. “Ron’s a very lucky guy.”

Ron looked at his bride. “Dude, this goes way beyond luck,” he said, shaking Wade’s hand.

Kim put her arm around Ron’s waist as he put his around hers. “Ron’s here beside me now because he was always beside me, doing his best to help me, encourage me, make me happy. He gave me hope in my darkest moments.”

“Best wishes to you both,” said Wade.

“Thanks so much for coming to the wedding,” said Ron. “This means a lot to me.”

“Really,” Kim agreed.

As afternoon became evening, the resort staff cleared and folded the tables to open the dance floor. Through the windows in the tall doors, Kim and Ron and many of the guests watched the magenta sunset fade to purple over the lake.

Kim was surprised to see two men in resort uniforms carrying in a drum kit.

“We’ve got a live band?” Kim asked her mom. “What kind of music?”

“Your brothers arranged this,” Anna replied.

“I don’t know if that’s more or less scary than you doing it,” said Kim.

“Oh, they’re good,” said Tara. “Don’t worry.”

“Hey, if Tara says they’re good, then they’re, like, good, right?” Ron asked.

Josh Mankey brought in an electric guitar case.

“Josh put together a band?” Kim asked Tara.

“Not exactly. He’s just gonna sit in, play some lead guitar.”

Katie was setting up a keyboard on a stand, and Jill was tuning an acoustic guitar. the Tweebs were setting up microphones and amplifiers.

“Wait till you hear them,” Tara told Kim.

“Jill and Katie?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve heard them rehearse, and, wow! I can understand how they blew away the talent show last fall.”

Blue and red spotlights lit the center of the dance floor, where Kim and Ron stood, her hand on his shoulder, his arm around her waist, their other hands clasped, waiting for the music to begin. Jill started playing a soft arpeggio on her acoustic guitar while Katie added bass notes and a whisper of melody with her keyboard. Kim and Ron began dancing, but it wasn’t till Jill began singing with a sweet fragile voice that they both recognized the song:

“I know we’ve been friends forever, but now I think I’m feeling something totally new—”

Kim looked into Ron’s eyes with with a big smile dividing her lips and tears of joy in her eyes.

“Could it be,” Katie sang, overlapping Jill’s “you and I never imagined,” while the drummer started playing.

Then they traded parts, Katie singing the second verse and Jill doing the “Could it be’s.” Then Josh played a guitar solo, improvising variations of the melody.

All the while, Kim and Ron kept dancing, never looking away from each other’s eyes.

Katie played melodic lines on her keyboard that playfully dueled with Josh’s lead guitar. The acoustic guitar and drums suddenly stopped as Katie played a slowly fading chord, and sang in perfect harmony over near silence, “Cause today is the start of the rest of our lives, I can see it in your eyes.” Jill started chopping acoustic chords with “But it’s real and it’s true,” and then the rest of the band came back.

By this time Kim and Ron were kissing.

In moments the last chorus faded into the final chord. Kim took Ron’s hand and ran toward the band. “Jill, Katie, you sang that so beautifully!” she said. “I love the arrangement you did.”

“I was so nervous,” said Jill, “afraid I’d trash your favorite song.”

“Okay, get nervous again and play some more music. I think there’s some others who want a chance to dance.”

Kim and Ron took their places in the middle of the dance floor, gesturing to the guests to get up and join them.

“This is something I learned from one of my dad’s CD’s,” said Katie. “It’s got a really cool keyboard part. It’s kinda hard, but don’t worry. If I mess up, I’ll just repeat my mistake so you’ll think it’s part of our arrangement.”

Some of the guests chuckled.

“That’s how the pros do it,” Katie said. “Okay, Ken, waiting for my thump.” The drummer made a loud thump and Katie began playing the keyboard intro to the Doors’ “Light my Fire.”

Most of the guests boogied down to this one, but Kim and Ron, not really wanting to let each other go, did a swing dance to it.

Jill and Katie alternated lines through the verse, and sang the chorus together in close harmony. The long jam in the middle gave Josh room for a searing solo.

Kim shut the wooden door, latched the latch, the other latch, and the chain. She sat in front of the mirror, pulling dried white flowers from her hair. “I thought it was really nice, what Bonnie did with the bouquet,” Kim said.

“Too bad she left the reception early,” said Ron, taking off his coat and hanging it in the closet. “And Wade, too. They missed some great music.”

“Felix and Belinda had a great time,” Kim said, removing the last flower and taking off her veil. “I’m really starting to like her.” When she finished brushing her hair, she turned down the light and sat on one side of the bed, looking out the window at the half moon over the lake.

Ron sat beside her. She turned toward him and untied his white bow tie, unsnapped his cummerbund, and began unbuttoning his white formal shirt.

“Where’s Rufus?” Ron asked.

Kim got up, walked to the closet, and pulled the little molerat from the right pocket of Ron’s tux jacket. Rufus blinked his eyes, smiled at Kim, and went back to sleep in her hands.

Ron came out of the bathroom with a towel, and made a bed out of it on top of the dresser. Kim laid Rufus gently on the towel, and Ron tucked part of it over him like a blanket.

Kim pulled off her white shoes, turned her back to Ron, and moved her long red hair out of the way. “There’s a catch at the top of the dress. Careful, the zipper sticks.”

“Fumbling with catch,” said Ron, who couldn’t see it but somehow unhooked it. He pulled the zipper down past her waist into the skirt.

“I’m Kim Stoppable now,” she said. “I’m your wife. You’re my husband. We really did this and it was perfect.” She pulled off her wedding dress and draped it over the chair.
My fanfic of Kim Possible's wedding with Ron Stoppable, posted here for the kimpossiblefanatics "spring wedding" competition
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There are some people who are getting too fake here on dA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Re-post this if you are a friend... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Friends"
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I stared shocked at the girl I loved. I took a few steps back in shock. She had a son? With that maniac?! Skye looked up at me, her eyes as blue as the ocean.
I shook my head.
"I-I need some time alone..."
I turned around and walked off quickly ignoring the sight of Skye falling to her knees and the broken sob that erupted from her. I needed time to think on my own, and try and figure this shit out. God, things were never easy.
I walked over to a bunch of rocks and climbed up to sit down. I laid back on the smooth rocks and stared up at the sky, watching the tiny amount of clouds go by. I was lost deep in thought. I couldn't believe she had a child at nineteen, let alone with that psychotic, sadistic maniac that she calls an ex-boyfriend. I heard someone climbing up next to me, the sound of rocks crunching together jolting me from my thought induced daze. I looked up, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. The shadow above me came into focus. I saw black hair swooped across the man's face, he had a crooked smile on his face and his green hazel eyes shone. It was Frank.
"Hey Frank."
He sat down next to me as I pulled myself up.
"Hey Andy."
We spent the next few moments in a silence that was slightly uncomfortable. I barely knew Frank at all, all I really knew about him was that he grew up in New Jersey, he was in My Chemical Romance, and that he was close friends with Skye. His intense hazel/green eyes stared at me, making me feel a little awkward.
"So, Andy, what's up?"
Something in the way that he said those few words, told me that I better spill it. Plus, with how well he knew Skye, he might have a way to help me. But something in his eyes told me otherwise. But I still ended up telling him everything, all my thoughts about what Skye had told me. After I finished, he just stared at me as though expecting more.
"So Skye told you she had her kid, and you're freaking out like it's the end of the world. Aren't you overreacting a bit?"
I stood up fuming.
"Overreacting?! I just found out that my girlfriend had a child with a nutcase that wants to kill her and me, and you're telling me that I'm overreacting?!"
Frank glared up at me.
"Did it ever cross your mind that she might not have consented to it?
As the words left his mouth, the thought struck me like lightning.
"Do you mean...?" although I was pretty sure I knew the answer to be honest.
Frank stood up to face me, well attempt to considering next to me, he was a midget.
"Andy, I'm going to tell you something that only me, My band, her band, and Skye's family know. I'm pretty sure she should be the one telling you this, but she is distraught and clearly terrified with what your reaction will be."
I stopped all movement to listen. I had to hear this. Frank sighed and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his unzipped black vest. His intense hazel/green eyes stared at me, as though staring right through me.
"Skye was raped. The end result of a night that scarred her for life, was her son Elliot."
My eyes were wide, and I was pretty sure that I was ready to kill that guy. What a bastard. My fists and teeth clenched at the thought of Skye being so helpless as that... that... monster violated her, and caused her to have a child. Frank watched me.
"Do you understand now? Why she was so scared to tell you?"
I nodded slowly, taking deep breaths to try and calm myself down. Then a question popped into my head.
"Wait, where does he live? I've never seen him at Skye's house..."
Frank nodded.
"That is one of the few times Skye goes back to America. She normally goes straight back to South Africa, where her son lives with her mother. She has a recording studio down there, with one of the record labels producers and she records her singing there. A lot of the time the band goes down there to help her with it, but mostly they record their stuff in Los Angeles. Skye and the band talk to each other over video links for hours, working on ideas and stuff. It's how she manages being a single mother to a child of three years old and being a world famous rockstar."
It sounded way to technical for me. Another question popped into my head, and made me feel awkward for asking it.
"Why are you helping me Frank?"
He glared at me.
"I'm not helping you. I'm helping Skye."
I nodded, I knew that would be the case. But the look in Frank's eyes told me something.
"Frank, do you have feelings for Skye?"
He jumped and looked in the other direction awkwardly.
"Y-yeah... But I'm not going to bother you two. All I want is for Skye to be happy, especially after all she's been through. Plus, I have someone who loves me for me, and I love him back just as much." (Yes, Frerard lives. )
I stared at him in question. He smiled.
"I'm bi."
He laughed and pushed me lightly.
"Go on now. She's upset and scared. You need to let her know how much you love her."
I nodded and jumped off the rocks.
"Thanks Frank."
I ran off, with no looking back.
I watched as Andy ran along the beach towards the others, and I couldn't help but feel sad. I had strong feelings for Skye but she's dating Andy. I couldn't help it that my heart broke a little. But, I decided as long as she's happy, I don't care.
I jumped off the rocks and walked back towards the others. When I need, some people greeted me, and I looked around. Neither Skye nor Andy was around. But that was ok. Gerard walked over to me and kissed my cheek, making me smile. I decided that Andy had it under control.
I have totally fucked it up. He thinks I'm disgusting and he was never going to accept me or my child. Tears poured down my face , staining my cheeks. I'm so disgusting, and weak. I was just waiting for something like this to happen, why did I even risk it? I heard footsteps behind me and looked up and my eyes widened. It was Andy. I quickly wiped my eyes and looked away.
"What do you want?"
He sighed and grabbed my hand before pulling me up onto my feet, and using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
"I'm sorry Skye..."
I looked up at him with teary eyes.
"You mean it?"
He nodded and kissed my forehead oh so gently, that it felt like feathers dancing across my forehead. He stared at me with his gorgeous powder blue eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I shook my head and looked down.
"I thought... you would think I'm disgusting..."
He gasped and stared at me like I was nuts. Which in his mind right now,  I probably was. He gently tucked bits of my fringe behind my ear and held me close.
"I could never... think that."
I looked at him intensely.
"Thank you... you spoke to Frank didn't you?"
He smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, I did. He helped a lot."
I smiled.
"He does that... so, are you okay? You know, with me having a child?"
He  nodded.
"It wasn't your fault, and by keeping the child only shows that you are the better person."
I blushed and hid my face behind my fringe. He chuckled. He pulled me close and hugged me tightly and I squeezed him back. After a few minutes, I pulled back and grabbed his hand. He raised an eyebrow. I winked.
"You'll see."
I dragged him back to the hotel and told him to wait outside my hotel room. I went rifling through my bags, before pulling out my white laptop that was covered in band stickers. I walked out, and grabbed Andy's hand again and pulled him outside. We sat under a bamboo and straw shelter thing, and I placed my laptop on the table and plugged in my wireless modem before opening it and starting it up . I patted the bench next to me for Andy to sit down which he did. He looked very confused, which made me giggle.
"What are you doing babe?"
I smiled at him.
"You'll see."
I signed into Skype and saw my mom was online. Perfect. I clicked on her and let it ring for a few seconds before my mom popped up on video link.
"Hello my darling!!"
I smiled at seeing her lovely, slightly aged face that was home to me.
"Hey mommy! How are you?"
She sighed, alerting me.
"Tired, your son is far too energetic! Takes after you! God, looking after you when you were a little girl was a nightmare, and then Max came along not even 2 years afterwards!! Bloody hell..."
Andy stifled his laughter and I glared at him before turning back to my mother.
"Sorry about that mommy! Is Elliot awake? I really wanna see him..."
She nodded and disappeared off screen for a few seconds. Andy gripped my hand.
"You wanted me to see your son?"
I nodded. My mom reappeared on the screen holding my baby boy. He was gorgeous; he had spiky black hair, pale ivory skin, and my eyes. The ever-changing colour eyes. He waved his tiny hand at me.
"Hewo mama!"
I waved back to him in a childlike fashion. Andy's eyes sparkled as he watched me interact with my baby.
"Hello my baby! How are you?"
He giggled, the sound calming me instantly. My child was my life, and I don't actually know where I would be without him. He is the reason why I work so hard.
"I fwine!!  Mama, when awe yew coming hwome?"
I smiled at him.
"I'll be home soon baby, but until then, be good for nana ok?"
He nodded, his eyes sparkling brightly. I swelled with pride, he was only three and he could already speak very well. He blinked in confusion.
"Mama, who  dat nexth to yew?"
My mother raised an eyebrow when she caught sight of Andy. I pulled him into full view.
"Yes, indeed." She said.
"This is Andy mom, he's my boyfriend."
She laughed.
"Oh, he is a looker!"
I laughed when Andy blushed. Suddenly Elliot gave a big yawn, bring small tears to his eyes as he whined in tiredness. My motherly instincts instantly kicked in.
"Off to bed with you Elliot."
He nodded and rubbed his eyes with his tiny chubby hands whimpering a bit as he stuck his thumb his mouth and started to suck it. My heart melted.
"Nwight mama..."
My mom looked up.
"Off to bed with me as well I think. Night my darling, send lots of love to your sister and brother when you see them."
"Ok mom, night love you."
With that I shut the screen on my laptop. I felt so much calmer now that I had spoken to my son. Andy wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me close to him, before gently kissing my temple.
"You have a beautiful son."
I smiled up at him. His eyes were sparkling with pride, and my heart swelled with love for this man.
"Thank you."
He stood up and helped me up. Interlacing our fingers together, we walked back to where everyone else was fucking around. Frank looked up from his place next Gerard and smiled. I sent him a silent signal, showing that everything was fine. He nodded and leant into Gerard. I saw Ben fucking around with Danny. I let go of Andy's hand and tackled Danny, who crashed into Ben, sending them both to the ground, gaining laughter from every direction. I stood up on Danny's back and fist-pumped the air.
Everyone laughed. Danny used his arms to push himself up, throwing my balance out of the window. Before I landed face first into the sand, I did a quick backflip off of him, although I still ended up losing my balance and falling flat on my ass. I rolled backwards and pushed myself off my hands and back onto my feet. I walked back over to Ben, who was in a crater almost, laughed and held out a hand to him. He took it and I pulled him up. Maryse walked up behind me.
"Hey, we are going to go surfing, wanna come with?"
I sighed. I didn't have my board with me.
"I don't have my board Maryse."
She laughed and pointed behind her, where Ashley was holding my board. My beautiful board; it was white, with  black checkers and pink on it with skulls. I looked at Maryse.
"I packed it just in case."
I hugged her tightly.
"This is why I love you."
I grabbed my board from Ashley, who picked up his own and Ben picked up his and we ran into the water. I love Hawaii. They have the best fucking waves ever.
We spent the next few hours surfing. Watching Ashley get pulled under was the funniest thing ever; I fell off my board from laughing. I asked Ben to looked after my board as I went under. I looked around; it was so clear. I took a deep breath as I broke the surface. Ben looked down at me as I pulled myself back onto my board and put the strap back on my tattooed ankle.
"Holy shit!!"
I looked up at Ben's voice and saw two things. One, Ashley was next to me again and he was staring in the same direction as us. Two, a big ass motherfucking wave. I mean it was huge. Ben nudged me and I looked over.
"Let' do this."
I nodded.
He nodded. We paddled forward and we all caught the wave. It started crashing around us, leaving in the barrel. Fuck, the barrel was the best part of surfing. I was on the edge of the barrel and heard a splash and looked down. Ben was gone. Ashley smirked up at me and fell back, allowing himself to be taken out by the massive wave. I pushed my hand into the wave, moving up and down the mass of water. Seeing that I was running out of time before the wave crashed entirely, so I powered up by speed and launched off the top of the wave in a frontside air. I landed it perfectly, gliding back to the shore gently. I  jumped off and looked around for Ben and Ashley. I saw Ashley break the surface and Ben drag himself on his board. I laughed and paddled out to them. I helped Ash back onto his board. They high fived me.
"That was sick dude!"
I blushed.
"Thanks Ash. Let's head back in now."
They nodded and we paddled back to shore. Everyone ran up to us.
"THAT WAS AWESOME!! Zacky is going to be so jealous when he see that video!" yelled Dastan at the top of his lungs. I laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, where my leather wing tattoo was placed, his hand resting on top of my dragon tattoo. Maryse had taken photos and videos, so we were going to put them on Twitter later. Andy wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my temple. I smiled up at them. Max was on Ash's shoulders, Brooke and Danny were talking excitedly about what had just happened. Jake and Jinxx were looking at the video and CC was talking to Maryse. I spoke up.
"GUYS! Let's head back inside for dinner."
The sun had started to go down so we headed back inside. We all had showers and freshened up when we all sat down in the restaurant for dinner. While we were eating and talking, I couldn't help but notice Maryse looking a little ill. Well, more than a little. She was pale and had a greenish tinge to her skin. I leant over to her.
"Maryse, are you alright?"
She shook her head as she took off for the bathrooms, leaving me, Max and Brooke running after her. We found her in the bathroom throwing up. I kept her hair out of the way and cooed to her softly as Max rubbed her back in comfort. I looked up at Brooke.
"Can you go get Jake?"
She nodded and walked out. Maryse stood up and I wrapped her arm around my shoulder and helped her out gently. Jake ran in front of us. I looked up at him.
"Could you carry her and put her to bed?"
He nodded and lifted her bridal style and carried her up the stairs. I watched as they went, feeling worry fill me up. Although I had a suspicion about what was wrong with Maryse... And I had a feeling that she wasn't going to get better for a while.
I felt awful. My stomach was churning and I felt like I was going to be sick. I felt the gentle movement of rocking, soothing me and I looked up. Jake was carrying me. I smiled and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt the softness of a bed and covers being pulled over me. I felt a soft pair of lips on my forehead and my eyes opened looking into the dark brown eyes of Jake. I smiled.
"Hey Jakey..." I said in a quiet voice. He stroked my hair.
"How are you feeling baby?"
I shook my head.
"Like shit..."
He made a sympathetic noise.
"What do you think it is?"
I sighed.
"Food poisoning probably..."
He nodded. I lifted the covers and invited him in.
"Come sleep with me..."
He nodded and stripped down to his boxers before climbing in next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my stomach, making it feel slightly better. I smiled as I let myself drop off. We were back on tour in a few days, so I was going to enjoy this.
A week later... SKYE POV:
As I thought, Maryse didn't get better. The sickness continued, oddly enough in the mornings only. I looked up from my laptop to the other side of the couch where Maryse shifted again to try and ease her nausea. I was on Twitter putting up the video of me and the guys surfing, along with the awesome photos. I smiled as I put them up.
@SkyeVanityHA: Check out me, ashleypurdy & @BenAfuckingA surfing in Hawaii during our time off. :D Fuckin' awesome.
Instantly I got loads of replies, which a lot I replied back to, favourites and retweets. Zacky V also replied to me.
vengenz1: @SkyeVanityHA I hate you. You went surfing without me. Sick wave though:P
I laughed and replied.
@SkyeVanityHA: vengenz1: Love you!
I shut my laptop as we pulled up to the hotel/venue. I stood up and woke Maryse.
"How you feeling?" I asked. Maryse groaned.
"Blegh. Feel sick."
I looked sympathetic.
"Maryse, I think you might be..."
She looked up. Her eyes widened as she caught on to what I was asking.
"You don't mean...??!"
I nodded and held her as she broke down. After she calmed down, I stood up.
"I'm going out to get you a test ok?"
She nodded and curled back inside hr blanket.
"BROOKE!" I yelled.
The redhead scene killer walked in from the back with a curious look on her face.
"Can you look after Maryse? I need to go out, and Max is out with Ash and Dastan has got out with CC to look at instruments and shit."
She nodded.
"Of course Skye."
I thanked her and went out.
15 minutes later...
I re-entered the bus with a Boots bag in my hand. Brooke looked up from her phone and Maryse stood up at my entry. She looked like a child, praying something wasn't true, but I suppose that's what she was at the moment. With a sympathetic smile, I handed her the bag. She disappeared into the bathroom. While she was doing that, I filled in Brooke with my suspicions and she agreed with me. The bathroom door slammed open and Maryse ran out sobbing hysterically. That alone told me the result. I held her close and tried to calm her.
"Maryse, what did it say?"
She sniffled.
"I-it w-was positive... I-I'm pregnant!!"
I knew it.
ITS EARLY!! And im not pleased with this chapter :/ oh well i hope you enjoyed!!! :D
I will be posting photos of their surfboards soon so hang in there!! :D
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I was majorly confused. Max just came in, looking like she just went through hell, (I felt that way believe me) and yelling at me that I had to go around the back of the hospital and she refused to tell me why. The guilt, fear and horror was evident in her eyes, and it scared me. She wasn't scared easily, so something must have really freaked her out. I swung my legs gently out of bed and stood up. I wrapped Andy's much longer for me hoodie around my hospital gown covered burnt and beaten body, sighing at the softness. I smiled as I passed Max, but was instantly worried as guilt shot across her features and she looked away;  it was like she was sending me to my doom or something. I painstakingly walked around the back. I stopped dead at the sight of a moonlit silhouette leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. I began to hyperventilate; I knew exactly who this was. He was someone who tormented me for years. I sucked in a sharp breath as he opened his eyes and turned to look at me; his grey eyes fucking terrified me every time. What made it so much worse, was I could see a silver knife glinting maliciously in the moonlight. I was so fucked. But I put on a brave face and stepped forward.
"What do you want Haydon?"
He grinned and I shuddered .
"Looks like your sister did her job."
My eyes widened as I stared at this man. Words couldn't describe how fucking terrified I was.
"You disgusting bastard! You sent my SISTER to get me out here??! She's barely 17, I don't think she wanted to be exposed to a sadistic freak like you!"
He just laughed, sending chills down my spine. I hugged my arms closer to my battered body. He stopped laughing and looked me up and down, a smirk appearing on his face.
"You don't look too good, do you?"
I glared.
"Thanks to you."
He laughed again and stepped closer before grabbed my chin in his hand.
"Don't think you scare me Skye. I do believe you have more than a few scars from me... Shall I add another one?"
I gasped in pain as he thrust the knife right through my side. I let out a few choked breaths of air as Haydon smirked at me. He leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
"Going to give up so easily? What about him?"
My eyes widened as I gasped for air. That bastard.Just as he was about to pull the knife out I grabbed it. I smirked evilly.
"Y-you bastard. D-do you t-think I-I would go d-down without a-a fight? Think a-again."
I pulled the knife out, pain coursing through my body like lava. Clutching my side with one hand, and holding the knife with the other, I stabbed the knife through his leg with every bit of leftover strength I had. He yelled in pain making me smile sadistically.
"H-how dare you m-mention him?"
He growled at me before limping away into the night. As soon as he left my sight, I groaned in pain and fell to my knees  and clutched my side harder, where the bleeding hadn't stopped and there was a large puddle of blood on the floor. I chuckled to myself.
This sucked so much.
I gasped for air again, making my side ache. It didn't help that some of my ribs were broken. I coughed painfully as I clutched my side tighter, trying to get the bleeding to stop. I looked down at my hand, to find it soaked in blood. The pain came in waves, and after a particularly bad throb I grabbed at it and fell on my other side. Everything was becoming hazy, and blurring. I didn't want it to end this way...
"Max... Maryse... Ash... Andy... anyone... help me..."
My voice was barely above a whisper. I coughed again, blood involved this time,  before thinking one more though before I passed out.
"Andy, I love you."
I felt horrible, disgusting. I was the worst sister in the world. I gave up my sister for Ash and my band and it wasn't even my band! I knew that guy couldn't be trusted. I'm so stupid. Ash noticed my discomfort as we walked to the cars.
He laid a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it away. I saw hurt flash across his eyes.
"Max, what's wrong?"
I shook my head as I started shaking and tears started flowing down my pale cheeks. What was I thinking?! If Skye had been in the same position as me, she would have given up herself, not run away from it and sacrifice someone else. I felt sick.
I suddenly stopped walking, alerting everyone else.
My eyes widened at the feeling rushing through my body like poison. Skye was in trouble, I could just feel it. The feeling laid heavily upon my gut. I didn't dwell on it for another second. I turned and sprinted behind the hospital. Breathing heavily, I stopped and looked around before My eyes laid on a figure on the pavement. My breath hitched; it was Skye. A pool of black, that I knew was blood was steadily spreading across the pavement. I screamed and ran over to her and held her gently in my arms. I pulled off my scarf and pressed it to the bleeding wound. She winced; thank God she was still alive.
"Skye! Skye, sis, look at me!"
Her eyes flickered open; they were white. She smiled weakly at me.
"M-Max... My d-dear s-sister..."
I hugged her close and pressed my scarf tighter to the wound. It was slowing down, but she had lost a lot of blood.
"Skye I'm so sorry!! I didn't want this to happen!"
She smiled again.
"I-Its ok... I don't b-blame you..."
Tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn't carry her, she was too heavy. I was hysterical and panicking. I didn't want to lose my only older sister. She coughed painfully and stared up at me with a smile and tear dazed eyes.
"M-Max... Be a g-good girl..."
I shook my head frantically.
"SKYE! Nonononono! Skye stay with me!! Please!"
The light was fading from her eyes. I did the only thing I knew to do. I screamed.
I jumped when I hear Max's distraught scream. I instantly turned around and ran.
I looked back to find Jake and Jinxx following me.
"Where's Maryse?"
Jake shook his head.
"She's with CC."
I nodded and we ran behind the hospital. We stopped short and my breath started hitching. Max was there, crying hysterically and holding a body that was unmoving. It was Skye. We ran over and crouched next to her. Max was shaking her head with tears pouring down her cheeks. I looked down at Skye and felt tears prick my eyes. Skye was deathly pale, and all the light and life had vanished from her eyes. I hung my head. She was gone. I wrapped my arms around Max's shoulders as she sobbed. Jinxx knelt down to her put his ear near her mouth and shot up.
"She's still breathing!"
We jumped. Jake instantly stood enough for him to pull Skye into his arms. Max reached out, still sobbing, like a child having her toy taken away. I pulled her closer to me.
"Baby, we have to get her back to the hospital."
She looked at me, and I felt my heart break. Her eyes were filled with so much sadness and she just looked so broken. I nodded to Jake and Jinxx and they ran off with Skye. I turned back to Max and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I gently lifted her up from the floor brushed the dust off of her. She was soaked in blood, her knees in her jeans being covered in it. She looked terrified. I held her close, and walked with her back to the front of the hospital. We walked in and sat down in the waiting room, where Maryse, CC, Jake and Jinxx were. Max looked up at them with tears in her beautiful grey eyes.
"I-is she o-ok?"
Jake looked up at her, sadness swimming in his eyes. Maryse let out a sob and hid her face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
"...She might not make it."
Max let out a choked sob and buried her face in my shoulder and continued to cry. It broke my heart. A nurse came in, with blood on her hands.
Max looked up at her with tears in her eyes.
"Miss Torres wants you in her room, she's barely hanging in there."
Max nodded with tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran out with the nurse, he door closing with a bang. I looked at the others.
"Do you think she'll make it?"
The silence was deafening. It was obvious to everyone here what they thought; they thought that Skye wasn't going to make it. But I had confidence. I hoped with every fibre of my being, that Skye would be ok.
I watched in fear and anxiousness as the doctor worked to stabilize my sister. I held my hands to my mouth; there was so much blood... I jumped as a resounding beep echoed throughout the room. I looked up at the heart monitor; it had flat-lined. I shook my head slowly, the reality of it all, as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. I burst into fresh tears and fell to my knees in hysteria.
Little did I know, was the when the heart monitor flat-lined, a pair of powder blue eyes opened.
God that noise was so annoying...
Wait a minute.... My powder blue eyes flickered open. Everything was white, and blinding. But I was brought from my daze by hysterical crying and that annoying beep and doctors yelling.
Wait.. I recognized the voice that was crying. It was Max. I shot up, ignoring the pain that shot through my body. I listened to her voice for a few seconds.
"SKYE! Skye, please don't go!"
Skye?! My heart skipped a few beats. I threw myself out of bed and painstakingly walked around the curtain. My eyes widened at the sight. The doctors surrounding Skye's motionless body had a defibrillator and were shocking her heart, trying to get it restart.
They shocked her again, her body arching as the electricity coursed through her body. No change.
"I'm calling it."
My voice left my body before I realized what I was saying. Everyone turned to look at me.
They immediately turned and carried on. Max walked over to me and wrapped my burnt and bruised arm around her shoulder. As we watched, I felt my heart tightening with grief as they failed over and over to resuscitate her. Max walked me over, to the side where doctors weren't trying to resuscitate her. The doctors stopped and shook their head. I leaned down and kissed her cold lips.
"Never give in..." were the words that I whispered against her lips.
I took a few steps back as the tears poured down my face. The doctor opened his mouth to call it, when suddenly her heart started to beat again. They doctors rushed around to stabilize her, but they did it. Max smiled up at me and hugged me. Relief poured through my body, allowing me to breathe again.
"Thank you so much Andy..."
I smiled back.
"You're welcome Max."
She took me back to my bed and laid me back down. I was so tired from that small amount of effort. Max smiled at me.
"Go to sleep now Andy. You've done enough."
I nodded and drifted off to sleep, welcoming the darkness.
I don't think I have ever been so relieved in my life. Skye was stable, and resting now. I walked back to the waiting room where the others were sitting there, looking mournful. They looked up when I walked in and were clearly confused to see me so happy. Ash stood up.
I squealed and threw myself into his arms.
Everyone cheered and hugged each other. I walked over to my band and we had a group hug. I put my hand in the middle. They looked at me and I smiled.
"We are in this together guys."
They nodded and placed their hands on top of mine. We threw our hands up in the air with a cheer of 'HELL'S ANGELS!'. Jake walked up to Maryse and took her hand.
"I guess this is as good as a time as any..."
Everyone went silent and I couldn't repress a smile. I knew what was coming. Maryse looked innocent as she looked up at him.
"A good time for what?"
Me and Brooke giggled quietly; she was so clueless sometimes. Jake took a deep breath.
"Maryse, I really do have deep feelings for you and.. I just wanted to ask... Will you go out with me?"
Brooke and I stifled giggles as her face flushed. Her face broke out into a wide grin and she jumped into his arms.
We all cheered and Ash walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  He kissed my neck gently.
"What about Andy?"
I smiled again.
"He woke up."
Everyone cheered again. I looked around at my friends, cheering and happy, now that this ordeal had passed. I knew this were going to be ok.
A couple of weeks later... SKYE POV:
I stretched as I walked out of the hospital revealed the bandages on my stomach and into the fresh air and sunlight.

My friends laughed behind me. Andy wrapped an arm around my waist and I leaned up to kiss his cheek. I loved him so much it hurt. The stab wound was still healing, but I was recovering quickly, much quicker than the doctors expected considering I had been dead for nearly 10 minutes. Fuck, that must've been so scary for Max. My poor sister, having to go through that. But thank God she found me, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Andy's wounds for the most part had healed, except for a few broke ribs and his sprained wrist and a couple of stitches.  Mine as well, jut except for the stab wound. That fucking hurts still. We were walking back to the buses when a fan walked up to me and Andy and asked for a photo. We did willingly and got back on the bus. Maryse came on to the BVB bus with me, I have no idea why. She tapped me on the shoulder.
"I need to talk to you. Let's go on our bus."
I shrugged my shoulders and followed her off the bus and onto ours. We sat down on the fur seats next to the couch and I lifted one leg over the other comfortably.
"So what's up?"
Maryse looked very seriously at me.
"When are you going to tell them about Elliot?"
My breath hitched and I looked down in guilt.
"When the time is right Maryse. I can't just up and tell him about something that big."
Maryse shook her head.
"You need to tell him."
She stood up and walked to the bunks, leaving me to my thoughts.
Maybe I should fill in some blanks.
Elliot is my son. My beautiful son.
But the thing is... He's Haydon's son too.
Well well well... Chapter 11. How nice to see you!! :D Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!!! I worked hard on it and I cried while writing it. :P
I leave it up to my partner to decide whats next :3 :iconmrklemenfortandley:
Hope you liked the twist!
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Not being a habitual reader of EqD, I didn't know about the Applejack Appreciation Day until I saw Harwicks' work (… ) (and luckily) in the very beginning of the day. But I think still need to receive some spanking as punishment...just don't be too harsh

Due to the time limitation, I can't draw something elaborate. But somehow, a simple, yet wondrous apple does represent my admiration for Applejack.

I still remember the very first thing an art teacher who inspired me quite a lot in my young age was to discover the colourfulness and touch of an "ordinary" apple, which I would have painted all-red without thought. By then, I can realize the yellow and green and other colours which blend in a red apple or other things. Even though apples are such a common fruit, they have a special place in our daily life. A humble yet remarkable fruit.
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It's been some time since I've drawn Link. Outrageous, really. I'd still like to fix this up, but I hope you enjoy.

I honestly don't know which Link I was aiming for, nor is the setting any particular temple/location. I ended up doing a mash-up. Edit: However, after thinking back to the places Link has visited, the Sacred Grove from Twilight Princess fits the most. Ah, the memories.
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A man with long dark red hair opened the door, his brown eyes flashing with playfulness at seeing us. Max Green.
“Zacky Baker, been a long time since I’ve seen you in these parts. What brings you here?”
I smiled at Max, who smiled back at me. While I had a bit of vendetta with Ronnie, Max and I had no problems. His eyes flickered to Andy, and the confusion was clear on his face when he faced me. I shook my head.
“Andy’s not why we’re here. I need to see Ronnie.”
Max clearly heard the urgency in my voice and stepped back to let us in. I let out a silent signal to tell Shadows and Jimmy to stay outside and stand guard. I trusted them with my life and they were two of the strongest in our pack, so they would be able to protect the area. This place was crawling with werewolves, none of which we knew properly, and as a human, Andy must feel vulnerable, and as the one leading this part of the pack, it was my job to make sure everyone stayed safe.
“Ah, Zackary. What brings you here?”
That voice. It sent chills down my spine, and set my blood aflame. But my petty thing against Ronnie was not why I was here, it was for Skye. I looked up to see Ronnie’s cold brown eyes staring at me, sneering slightly. I clenched my fist, digging my nails into my palm to prevent myself from attacking him.
“I’m not here to fight with you Ronnie; I’m here for your help.”
He raised an eyebrow, but gestured us to sit down. His eyes lingered on Andy for a few moments, but he sat opposite us and kept his eyes on me after that.
“So what was so urgent that you had to come ask me for help?”
My fingers twitched when I thought of Skye back at Hayley’s cabin, just barely clinging to life. My minty eyes drifted towards the ground, before coming back up to face Ronnie.
Ronnie raised an eyebrow in confusion. This was going to be difficult to explain.
I knew from the sadness in Zacky’s eyes that this was going to be hard for him to explain. So while he was silent, I decided I would do it. I could see the concern in Ronnie’s eyes, and thought maybe he had a past with Skye.
“Skye has been poisoned.”
Ronnie’s eyes flickered to Andy and I, and I felt Andy shuffle a little closer to me. Ronnie leant forward on his knees, worry and concern flickering through his eyes.
“What happened?”
I sat forward, clenching my hands together in frustration.
“She’s been poisoned; silver poison. We had a party at Zacky’s last night, and none of us noticed until Skye collapsed today. She doesn’t have long left if we don’t find the antidote…”
I looked over at Zacky, and felt my heart clench when I saw the tears brimming in his eyes.
“That’s why we need your help.”
I felt my eyes wander over to Andy’s hunched form in shock. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything.
“Ronnie, as for our history-“
He cut Andy off.
“I know Andy. I’ll help you, you can take Saya. HEY SAYA!”
We all jumped when he raised his voice. I heard shuffling and footsteps in the other room, before hearing a female voice call back out.
“I’m coming, one minute!”
I heard light footsteps, before a young girl appeared in the doorway. Her gentle face was framed by mid-neck length dark brown hair, her full fringe going across her forehead, nearly obscuring her amethyst eyes. Purple eyes, how strange. Zacky stood to greet her, shaking her hand.
“Hello, I’m Zacky.”
Saya smiled back.
“Nice to meet you Zacky, I’m Saya Radke, Ronnie’s sister.”
“You must be the healer.”
She nodded.
“Yes, I am,” She sat daintily next to Ronnie, “ What would you requite my services for?”
Zacky sat back down as well.
“We hear you’re a specialist with silver poisoning,” ,my voice broke the silence that Zacky had left open again. Saya nodded, her eyebrows scrunching a little.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
I nodded.
“Our pack leader has been poisoned with silver. Our own healer and spiritualist doesn’t know the kind of silver they used, so is unable to find a cure. That’s why we need your help.”
Her features softened, and she stood.
“Let me gather my remedies, then we shall leave.”
We nodded, and waited. Andy’s eyes were glued to Ronnie through his hair, glaring at him coldly.
I turned and nudged Zacky, who turned to look at me.
“Can I take Andy outside to wait with Shadows and Jimmy? I know he’s uncomfortable in here…”
Zacky nodded, so I stood, Andy’s hand in mine, and swiftly led him out.
I watched in the corner of my eye as Andy and Ashley left the house. Max came bounding in, smiling brilliantly at Ronnie. Ronnie smiled back, and Max leant over him for a sweet kiss. I was a bit shocked, but decided it wasn’t my business. Max then bounded away down the hall, shutting the bathroom door behind him. I could faintly hear the shower running. I saw back, keeping my eyes on Ronnie.
“Ronnie, why did you decide to help us?”
Ronnie’s eyes shifted to me, and I felt that creepy shiver down my spine again.
“Because just because you and I don’t get along, doesn’t mean another werewolf has to die. There are so few of us left, we need to treasure every one of our werewolf brothers.”
My eyes narrowed.
“What about that pack?”
Ronnie looked down.
“Now them, I understand. I would never give aid to those vile excuses for werewolves. Not after they destroyed everything down the mountain, and nearly took Max from me.”
I knew he meant us, and our forest territory when he said destroyed. But he also meant how the werewolves just went on a rampage, killing other werewolves in the area in their sleep; werewolves who weren’t even in our pack. But these werewolves that Ronnie and I now spoke of, the ones who took my mother were not born werewolves. They were genetically engineered with wolf DNA to make them like werewolves, and they were trained from birth only to kill; to be hunters.
I heard footsteps once more, and Saya re-entered the room. She seemed confused by the tension floating in the air around us. I shook my head slightly and stood, holding my hand out for Ronnie to shake, which he did.
“Keep her safe Baker, if she comes back with a single scratch on her, you can count on it that I’ll be after you.”
I nodded, not bothering to argue. Skye was the one I was focused on right now. We trooped outside, seeing Andy, Ashley, Jimmy and Shadows waiting for us.
“Guys, this is Saya. Saya, this is Andy, Ashley, Matt, and Jimmy,” I said, pointing to each of them in turn. Saya smiled at them gently. I nodded to them, and they all shifted except for Andy, who climbed on Ashley’s back. Saya swiftly climbed on my back, and we were off into the shadows of the trees, as the moon shone above us brightly, leading our way home.
I brushed my long sun bleached hair out of my face as I wiped the sweat off Skye’s forehead. So strange, although she was sweating, her skin was cold.
Skye often visited me as night fell. She felt I was the only one she could speak to, about her feelings for Zack, about her life at school, because apparently every time she tried to talk to someone about it, they would brush it off. Even wolves in the pack would brush her off, because she’s alpha, so she’s meant to be strongest, mentally and physically.
It seemed to me, that although she’s their pack leader, they forget that they’re dealing with a 16 year old girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders.
I sighed, standing up when I sensed the others approaching. I exited my tepee, staring out of the trees, seeing the large wolves bound of the woods. A young woman of great beauty was seated on Zacky’s back, and I knew this must the healer that Andy had spoken of. They screeched to a halt in front of me, Andy and the young woman climbing down from the large wolves’ backs. The four wolves shifted back into their human form, and I pointed to the large chest that stood outside my tepee.
“You know where the clothes are, boys.”
They nodded and made their way over. I turned to face the young woman.
“You must be the healer Andy spoke of.”
She nodded, holding out her hand to me.
“That’s correct, my name is Saya Radke. I heard of the alpha’s situation, and simply felt I had to do something.”
I bowed my head in gratitude.
“You have the gratitude of every member of the Hollywood pack. Thank you.”
Saya smiled gently.
“You must be this pack’s healer.”
I straightened up and nodded.
“Yes. I am Hayley Diffee.”
Saya nodded her head again with a smile.
“Now, let’s tend to this patient.”
I nodded, leading her into the tepee, leaving her to tend to Skye. I exited the tepee, deep in thought.
I walked around the clearing I had set up camp in. I was sort of like a gypsy. I didn’t live on any property, but moved around every once in a while to a new place in the forest. It was such a vast forest, but I loved to call it home, as did the wolves. The moon shone through the tree branches, lighting everything up and making it clearer.
I hoped Skye would be like the moon; cutting through the darkness of light, allowing her to find her way home. She was the dark side of the moon at the moment, the part we never see; lost.
I hoped with everything in my body that Saya would be able to help her.
I carried on walking around the clearing, deep in my own thoughts.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utulie (Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantie (Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadow's call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utulie (Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way

Mornie alantie (Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

I sang for hope, I sang for my brothers, the wolves, I sang for my dying sister, Skye, that against all odds, she would overcome the pain and suffering she was feeling now, and become the sun in our lives that she used to be.

A couple of hours of thinking, and the boys starting up a bonfire, Saya emerged. I rushed over.
The poor young lady looked exhausted, but satisfied.
“I’ve managed to extract the poison.”
I felt tears of joy well up in my eyes, and I turned to hug the four boys behind me, feeling them shake lightly with the relief.
“Hayley, there’s only one problem.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, but I turned to face her.
“She’ll be in a coma for several weeks, to a couple of months. The silver did serious damage to her internal organs, and tissue, it will take a long time to heal completely. But, what I’m worried about is the people that poisoned her. Are they going to come back for her, or…?”
I understood what she was saying.
“We’ll protect her. I’d rather you stay here until she wakes up if that’s alright? I’d rather you be there in case something should happen.”
She nodded.
“I’ll stay.”
I bowed my head again.
“Thank you so much.”
Zacky came up beside me, staring at Saya.
“Can I see her?”
Saya smiled and nodded, stepping back and allowing Zacky through the tent flap. I called the rest of the pack, being their spiritualist, I have the ability to use werewolf telepathy.
The other two wolves of our pack appeared, Riley and Vic.
I motioned them over, we gathered in a circle, including Saya.
Joining hands, I bowed my head.
“My dear friends, let us pray. Let us pray for Skye, for her life. Hope that she will make it through this horrible ordeal. As of now, it is our duty to protect her from the vile people who did this to her. We must stand up to protect ourselves, and our leader.”
The next chappie!! In the same day!! So kewl.

I shall leave it to my co author to update once more!! <3
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Andy Biersack from BVB
Hope you enjoy it ;)

~Made in France
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Well after a month of working on this project, ladies and gentleman here is my Dark Link extreme. My inspiration were black metal bands, the fashion and things they were.

•If you like to see complete photoshoot visit my facebook page:

Hope you like it, lml n.n lml!
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Line from The Last Samurai

This one is just for the print, because I've removed my watermark here^^;
"The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for it, and it would not be a wasted life."

Kanpeki na Hana wa Kazusukunai / Tatoe Isshou Kaketemo / Sagasu Kachi no arumonoda


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"Bokura wa Onaji Sora no Shita de...."

No matter how far apart we are, we're still under the same sky.
Copyright Statement 1 by SophibelleDA watermark by SophibelleArt theft is a crime by signmeupscotty
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"With spring comes the renewal of life and peace."
"Con la primavera si rinnovano la vita e la pace"

Haru to tomoni, Seimei to Heiwa ga Koushin sareru

:iconjoyplz::icontnx4favplz::iconjoyplz:DA watermark by SophibelleArt theft is a crime by signmeupscotty
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Tora = Tiger/ Tigre
Tora - Tiger by KisaragiChiyoTora3- Tiger, Tigre by KisaragiChiyoTora4 - Tiger by KisaragiChiyo


:iconcoffeeplz::icondsfav1plz::icondsfav2plz::icondsfav3plz::iconcoffeeplz:DA watermark by SophibelleArt theft is a crime by signmeupscottyDA watermark by Sophibelle:thumb107051284:
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A quote that I came up with myself while thinking about some personal things. I decided that I wanted to write it down, make it look good, and show it to other people and inspire them to also be happy despite what may be wrong in their lives. =)

Color Choices: I took my colors from the flags of the two sexualities stated, which are here ([link]). Gay is a rainbow, straight is black and white, but I chose to make the straight shades of grey because even being straight there is no black and white, but shades of grey and so many variations. =)


Fonts used: Helvetica Neue, Cochin ([link]), Fontin ([link]), Fertigo Pro ([link]), Futura

Note: This was originally intended to be a personal portfolio piece, but it is now available as a print here on Deviantart for purchase, if you're so inclined. If you're interested in a size larger than what is offered through the print shop, send me a note and we can work something out.

For sale: This design is available for purchase on a number of products at [link]

Edit: Thanks everyone for all the faves, comments, and for front page. This is my first deviation to get there and the one with the most faves/comments. Thank you all so much! :heart:

Purchase a digital copy of this using dA's new Premium Content Platform here:
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“Archangel Raphael”


Previous work:

Incandescent by Carlos-Quevedo




Symbols: redheadstock

(Some stocks were purchased + own stock)

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“To obtain forgiveness”.


Celestial Warriors Series

Celestial Warrior Lena by Carlos-Quevedo Celestial Warrior Leah by Carlos-Quevedo Celestial Warrior Victoria by Carlos-Quevedo



Model faestock
*Fire and sparks:…………

The rest is painting and my own resources.


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Made for the american Writer C. J. ANDERSON.

Available on AMAZON:

(Stock from Depositphotos, the rest was painted)


The searing dark chronicles of human and synthetic life following a future chemical-nuclear world war. An artificial intelligence will sentence to death all humans incapable of authentic emotion. Within a military bunker are 70 survivors who face execution by a fabricated being. A soldier with a dark past must come to terms with a horrible truth. One woman's lustful choice may have fatal consequences. This is the beginning of mankind's end.

Second book:

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Illustration made for Eduardo Tarilonte's upcoming virtual instrument release.
More information on his website:

Base hair: hair brushes III 
(Stock from depositphotos, own files and painting)

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Beautiful secrets of darkness.


Crows by FrankAndCarySTOCK
Base hair by ivadesign
Model: [link]
Purchased stock + own files.

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*from Homestuck. (c)Andrew Hussie
time taken: around 5-6 hrs
Commissions are now open ^^…
:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:BG texture by :iconsirius-sdz:
others in this series

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*from Homestuck. (c)Andrew Hussie
I've said this before but, Thank you all for the Faves on my previous works!!! :heart:
Commissions are now open ^^…
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*from Homestuck. (c)Andrew Hussie
This was totally worth sacrificing my sleep...and I'm quite satisfied with the way it turned out!!! :iconfinallyplz:
Time taken: around 5 hrs
Commissions are now open ^^…
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Gamzee Makara *from Homestuck. (c)Andrew Hussie
Commissions are now open ^^…
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I remembered black skies
The lightning all around me
I remembered each flash
As time began to blur
Like a startling sign
That fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide

There was nothing in sight
But memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Across this new divide

In every loss
In every lie
In every truth that you'd deny
And each regret
And each goodbye
Was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve

So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide
Across this new divide
Across this new divide
From 9/11 to Present day. 175XSOUTH!
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Surfboard i painted for a local surf shop
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"Zombie Blackbeard"
by D.Hirajeta
client: private comission

Sorry for the low quality photo, I sold the surfboard before I could get a decent photo of it. I wish you could see the crabs coming out of his mouth or the knives and swords in his back. It was pretty fun though, I had never drawn on a surfboard before.
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Our town is surrounded by ocean. I wish I could surf properly.
Just some late friday sketching. :)
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i put this in traditional because it's an unfinished painting for a design... soon i'll be touching it up on my comp and i'll throw the finished peice into the design catagory

it was done in acrylics for my illustration class at 14 inches long
i know the design would better fit a snowboard or skateboard but i took advantage of this one oportunity to design freely without having to follow strict guidelines on the subject matter

gimme your thoughts
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Fiddling around with Illustrator again.
Not sure what category to put this in either... ^^;

Thanks for the awesome tutorial: [link]

Thanks for the sweet surfboard template: [link]
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:star: :heart: :star: :heart: :star: Stickers available here: [link] :star: :heart: :star: :heart: :star:
Also available as a bookmark.

Idea came randomly to me... kinda funny tho. lol. I say this all the time, so I wanted a stamp of it. =3

Baka is Japanese for fool or stupid... so yeah. lol


To use it just copy the thumb code down there *points to bottom right* and paste it into your journal.

Here is the non-subscribed version of this stamp, provided so kindly by ~Nidoqueen4ever.

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Look at Bowser. Look at him try to play sports. Look at how hard he fails at trying to play these sports! Oh lord...

Use it as you please. :)

Bowser © Nintendo
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Well, here you go guys!
I hope you like it~

Michelle loves you guys <3
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Ratonhnhaké:ton from DLC The Tyranny of King Washington (Assassin's Creed III).

- Crayon 4H à 8B & critérium HB 0.3 & 0.5 | Format : 15x18
- 0.3 & 0.5 HB mechanical pencil, 4H to 8B pencil | Size : 15x18

Here is another drawing I drew of Assassin's Creed. I know this is again Connor but I really like this character and I also played to the DLC... This is not the best DLC I have ever played but the idea was interesting. According to me,the side missions are (a little bit) useless, boring and too repetitive... Too bad because I am a big fan of this game. However, I think the powers that Connor received (Wolf, Eagle and Bear power) are quite cool.
Anyway I really hope you'll enjoy this drawing :).

Ps: My next AC drawing probably will be Edward Kenway !

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Ah, I'm quite satisfied with this one. If Yoshis could age and get really old, that's what they would probably look like, I suppose! And it would make them a little sad, it seems.
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★ DAI as Mayu Nozaki
★ SORA as Mikoto Mikoshiba

【Blog】: soon
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miawwwwInekoitplz Inekoitplz Inekoitplz Junko Enoshima (Kawaii Neko) [V5] 
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Long time no see Danisnotonfire 12 
it seems that i have not take enough care for mah deviantart page!!! 
So i decided to make it up dis summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Dis is a practice shading. FnaF Icon [26] - Vincent 
For me, shading is quite hard so i have to learn and practice more 
- EnjoyI'm pikachu 
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How to be cute?
1. Eat pocky.
2. Be Len <3

Tonight I want to present you vocaloid Len. It's next picture for my sister, but I love him too. Be honest - who don't love him?? *q*
In my picture something is wrong with face, but I can't say, what... I don't like this feeling...
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Yush!! Sailor adiction got me again [EXO] Kris ''Legit'' Crying Emoticon  :heart: 
Minako Aino as Sailor Venus with my very own Fashion design . Well the colors are still the same eheh :D
Hope you like it. 

Sakura Micron multiliner
Dr. Ph. Martins concentrated watercolors
Deleter opaque white
Faber Castell polychromos
Holbein Artist`s watercolors
Copic marker
Canson mi teintes watercolor paper



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Tattoo design
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This was a before and after re-working of someone's old design they'd gotten somewhere else.
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Oil Dry Brush and watercolours, on 280gsm watercolour paper
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:) i've missed it so much..
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Skull, Rose, Flintlock, Filigree

Drawn from another design which was an original concept by Darren Wright, all credit to him for it, distributed by Jenny Clarke.
It has heavy modifications. The gun handle has been changed, the rose also and the skull has been made more old, pitted, given plate lines and generally gnarlier. Extra filigree. Looks much better now.

'Yo ho yo ho'

Pencils A4

Second design

WOW my first DD! Thanks guys :D
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Made in Illustrator %)

Please!!All that people who want to use this picture or any part of it for any purpose ask me before.
And I will be very happy if you don't forget to put my name or link to my deviantart page near your art with "Fire Flower".
And also PLEASE send me a link to your picture or something...

Because you know so many people use it for their websites and etc without asking my permission...
May be I should make a gallery of plagiarism.

And thank you for all that people who ask my permission and use it for doing graffiti, tattoo wallpapers and other things with it. You are inspire me to make something like this again :)
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Always a good place to be when the sand storm season on Arrakis begins
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I think she may need a bigger sword to be typical fantasy.
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Messy places...
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Feel free to use - no commercial use of this photo

Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
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